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From an urban sparrow shot of mine, and another of restaurant decor.
"GEOMETRIC SHAPES" - SOTN April 2020 Challenge
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... Wollemi pine flower (female) / Wollemikiefer (Wollemia nobilis)
in Botanical Garden, Frankfurt
for a peaceful MBT!
From a shop window mannequins shot of mine.
For:
New Challenge! Black and White Shock #71 ~ SOTN ~
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Reinvent | Biker Jeans @ Man Cave Event.
CKEY POSES. Isaiah (2) set poses @ Man Cave Event.
Credits: blog.
Based on a Souriny's idea
Thanks a lot Souriny for your patience :)
Her version www.flickr.com/photos/souriny/30733724895/
Ascolto suggerito: "Disorder" Joy Division
"...I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand..."
Do you feel like the world is tilting out of control? Does your sense of reality seem to be shifting under your feet? Do the lines bend where they used to be straight? Welcome to the new world of Disordered Deformation, where nothing is as it seems--3D glasses not required.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
San Francisco CA
Amongst the order in nature that's restored by new, spring growth are remnants of the disorder left over during winter.
Olympus EM1 + Helios 44-2 with reversed front element.
I'm spinning spinning spinning
I spin everyday. Even my soul spins
My eyes are dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy
My head is stinging stinging stinging
My body is hooked on you. You make me crazy
One of the long hallways in the abandoned and heavily ransacked Kewanee Boiler Plant office. This building was closed in 2002.
A side street beside St. Vitus cathedral, the main church of Prague. The feast of St. Vitus is coming up and is celebrated on June 15th. People in Germany and countries such as Latvia celebrated the feast of Vitus by dancing before his statue. This dancing became popular and the name "Saint Vitus Dance" was given to the neurological disorder Sydenham's chorea.
THE SMALL HAMLET OF WINGDALE, within the town of Dover, New York, is home to the ruins of the Harlem Valley Psychiatric Center.
Despite its proximity to New York State Route 22, the stunningly beautiful property has been shrouded in mystery for decades. In 1924, The Harlem Valley State Hospital opened its doors to the public. Later to be renamed the Harlem Valley Psychiatric Center, the hospital was chartered “for the care and treatment of the insane” and included infrastructure that had previously constituted the Wingdale Prison.
Over the course of 70 years of operation, the facility treated thousands of patients who had been deemed mentally ill. Sprawling across almost 900 acres and encompassing more than 80 buildings, the hospital had its own golf course, bowling alley, baseball field, bakery, and a massive dairy farm that supported an in-house ice cream parlor. At its peak, the facility housed 5,000 patients and 5,000 employees.
Over the years, the Harlem Valley Psychiatric Center adopted numerous experimental methods of treatment of the mentally ill. In the 1930s, the facility joined several other institutions on the vanguard of a new insulin shock therapy for the treatment of patients with schizophrenia and other compulsive disorders. Later, when the method of electro-shock therapy was created, the hospital was again a pioneer in implementing the method as a treatment for its patients in 1941. When neuropsychiatrist Walter Freeman developed a new method for treating a wide range of psychological conditions that became known as a lobotomy, the Harlem Valley Psychiatric Center was the preeminent institution for frontal lobotomy in the state of New York.
As with most mental health institutions in New York and across the country, the Harlem Valley Psychiatric Center saw a gradual decline in enrollment upon the introduction of psychotropic drugs such as thorazine. When the hospital closed its doors in 1994, it had been on a trajectory of decline for a number of years. For the better part of 20 years, the once-busy campus slowly deteriorated. Visited only by night-watchmen and would-be vandals, the buildings sat unused and the grounds slowly grew unkempt. Ghost stories and whispers grew alongside the weeds of the property.