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#ソフトバンク光からドコモ光へ #ソフトバンク光 #ソフトバンク光を解約しました #ドコモ光 #ドコモ光がつながらない #プロバイダー #GMO #PS4もつながります #とくとくBB #光ファイバー #NTT #ルーター #ONU #GEONU #LAN #ケーブル #白 #WiFi #ワイファイ #小型ONU #ひかり電話対応 #ホームゲートウェイ #rx600mi #郵送されてきた同梱物内の説明書だけでは決してつながりません #ネットトータルサポート #説明書 #NEC #Aterm #WG２６００HS2 #RT #BR #CNV #乗り換え #チェックポイント #IPv4 #IPv6 #PC #パソコン #IPアドレス #重要会員登録証 #接続パスワード１ #接続ID1 #機器設定用 #パスワード #郵送 #ブラウザ #ユーザー名 #user #PPPランプ #インターネット #開通 #現在の状態 #チェック #NTTの機器ルーター #LANケーブル #ソフトバンクの白い #ちょっとおしゃれなWiFiのラン #ドコモとかから #送られてきた新品のもの #契約したプロバイダーGMOから送られてきた新品の #NEC #Atermwg2600HS2 #重要なチェックポイント #切り替える #故障 #配線確認 #配線方法 #ひかり電話 #送られてきた機器の説明書のとおりに進めても絶対につながらない #注意点 #まずは現在の状態をチェック

ソフトバンク光からドコモ光へ

＝　プロバイダーがGMO（とくとくBB）の場合のみ　＝

このPDFファイルは以下にあります。

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

A まずは現在の状態をチェック

現在あなたはソフトバンク光を使っています。

①そして、光ファイバーのつないでいるNTTの機器ルーター、ONU（NTT GE-ONU）は、この写真１と同じもの

www.google.com/search?q=NTT+GE-ONU&client=safari&...

②そこからLANケーブルでつないだソフトバンクの白い、ちょっとおしゃれなWi-Fiのラン

www.google.com/search?q=ソフトバンク光　ワイフ...

B ドコモとかから、送られてきた新品のもの

①NTTの機器、ルーター小型ONU、NTT ひかり電話対応ホームゲートウェイ　PR-600MI

そして説明書は以下。

nttwest.ssdl1.smartstream.ne.jp/nttwest/flets/kiki/downlo...

②契約したプロバイダーGMOから送られてきた新品の、NEC　Aterm WG２６００HS2

www.aterm.jp/function/wg2600hs2/index.html

背面にある小さな、三段回のスイッチ、RT、BT、CNVは、デフォルトでRTとなっており、説明書でもRTのままでと書いてあるが、これはBT、真ん中へ切り替える。

C 重要なチェックポイント

①現在動いているONUはそのまま使い、そこのLANポートから、LANケーブルで、送られてきたルーター PR-600MIのWANへ接続します。

ひかり電話　配線方法の解説と注意点【ドコモ光・ソフトバンク光・フレッツ光ほか対応】NTT GE-ONU RX-600MI 故障と思ったらまずは配線確認

youtu.be/EpyvRtBNPoo

②送られてきた機器の説明書のとおりに進めても絶対につながらない

③現状、IPv4　が　IPv6へは変わるわけではない。

④LANケーブルが直接接続できるPCが必須。

プロバイダー設定（GMOというプロバイダー）＝ホームゲートウェイ PR-600MIの説明書、

の　５　インターネットに接続してみようを見る。

①のIPアドレスを入力してブラウザを立ち上げる

②機器設定用パスワードを入力、と説明書には書かれているが、

ここには【GMOから郵送されてきた重要会員登録証】に記載されている

インターネット接続サービス情報の接続パスワード１に記載されたパスワードを入力。

説明書③のユーザー名に【user】を、と書かれているが、userは入れずに、

ここには【GMOから郵送されてきた重要会員登録証】に記載されている

接続ID1を入力する。（メールアドレスに似ている）

そして説明書④のとおり、設定を押して完了。するとPPPランプが点灯して接続完了。ここで初めてインターネット開通となる。

#ソフトバンク光からドコモ光へ #ソフトバンク光 #ソフトバンク光を解約しました #ドコモ光 #ドコモ光がつながらない #プロバイダー #GMO #PS4もつながります #とくとくBB #光ファイバー #NTT #ルーター #ONU #GEONU #LAN #ケーブル #白 #WiFi #ワイファイ #小型ONU #ひかり電話対応 #ホームゲートウェイ #rx600mi #郵送されてきた同梱物内の説明書だけでは決してつながりません #ネットトータルサポート #説明書 #NEC #Aterm #WG２６００HS2 #RT #BR #CNV #乗り換え #チェックポイント #IPv4 #IPv6 #PC #パソコン #IPアドレス #重要会員登録証 #接続パスワード１ #接続ID1 #機器設定用 #パスワード #郵送 #ブラウザ #ユーザー名 #user #PPPランプ #インターネット #開通 #現在の状態 #チェック #NTTの機器ルーター #LANケーブル #ソフトバンクの白い #ちょっとおしゃれなWiFiのラン #ドコモとかから #送られてきた新品のもの #契約したプロバイダーGMOから送られてきた新品の #NEC #Atermwg2600HS2 #重要なチェックポイント #切り替える #故障 #配線確認 #配線方法 #ひかり電話 #送られてきた機器の説明書のとおりに進めても絶対につながらない #注意点 #まずは現在の状態をチェック

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existence by Mostly off

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Digital Work.

"There isn`t any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it" - The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea / Yukio Mishima

Richo GXR + Summar50mmF2

EXISTENCE \ SUNFLOWER by Hiroki Shimaya

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Japanese name: 向日葵(HIMAWARI)

Album: EXISTENCE

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Monestry Saint Catharina, Oosterhout, Netherlands

Het klooster Sint Catharinadal

De priorij Sint-Catharinadal is sinds 1647 gevestigd in het slotje De Blauwe Camer, een van de fraaiste monumenten van Noord-Brabant.

De norbertinessen die er wonen, kunnen terugkijken op een rijke historie. Het klooster is in 1271 gesticht in Vroenhout, nabij Roosendaal. Daarmee is Sint Catharinadal de oudste kloostergemeenschap in Nederland die kan bogen op een ononderbroken bestaan. Na de Sint Aagtenvloed van 1288 werd het klooster in Vroenhout ernstig bedreigd door het water. Dat was voor de zusters reden om in 1295 uit te wijken naar Breda. Ze zouden daar blijven tot 1647. Toen was het voor de katholieke kloostergemeenschap onmogelijk geworden om zich nog langer in Breda te handhaven; uitoefening van het katholieke geloof was immers na de Opstand moeilijk, zo niet onmogelijk geworden. Zij weken uit naar Oosterhout, waar ze nu nog wonen.

In de priorij leven ongeveer 17 zusters, kanunnikessen, die leven volgens de regel van Sint-Augustinus. Aan de priorij is een Kunstatelier verbonden, dat vooral vermaard is vanwege de restauratie van oude handschriften en boeken. Sinds 2016 heeft de priorij een eigen wijngaard. De wijn wordt straks in eigen huis gemaakt en gebotteld.

De zusters organiseren regelmatig open dagen, waarop u de priorij kunt bezoeken.

The monastery of St. Catharinadal

Since 1647, the Saint Catherine's Priory has been located in the castle De Blauwe Camer, one of the finest monuments in North Brabant.

The Norbertines that live there can look back on a rich history. The monastery was founded in 1271 in Vroenhout, near Roosendaal. This makes Sint Catharinadal the oldest monastic community in the Netherlands that can boast an uninterrupted existence. After the Sint Aagte flood of 1288 the monastery in Vroenhout was seriously threatened by the water. That was reason for the sisters to turn to Breda in 1295. They would stay there until 1647. Then it was impossible for the Catholic monastic community to maintain themselves in Breda any longer; after all, the exercise of the Catholic faith was difficult, if not impossible, after the Revolt. They went to Oosterhout, where they are still living now.

In the priory there are about 17 sisters, canonesses, who live according to the rule of St. Augustine. An art studio is attached to the priory, which is especially renowned for the restoration of old manuscripts and books. Since 2016, the priory has its own vineyard. The wine will soon be made and bottled in-house.

The sisters regularly organize open days where you can visit the priory.

Co-existence by Ata Mohammad Adnan

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Rajshahi, Bangladesh.

The Co-existence. by Arup De

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St. Patrick's Catholic Church is a Roman Catholic church in San Francisco, California, founded in 1851. It is located at 756 Mission Street, between 3rd and 4th streets, across the street from Yerba Buena Gardens in the heart of the South of Market district.

The old church is still exist boldly after 160 years with the background of much newer high-rise.

20200702 World UFO Day by Ron Brauer

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"WIL-MA! We've got company. And it isn't Barney and Betty this time!"

World UFO Day Is July 2

World UFO Day is dedicated to the existence of unidentified flying objects. First celebrated in 2001, it was created by the World UFO Day Organization. The day is often celebrated on June 24 and July 2, although The World UFO Day Organization declared July 2 to be the official day. June 24 marks the anniversary of one of the first UFO sightings in the United States, when Kenneth Arnold reported seeing nine high-speed crescent-shaped objects near Mt. Rainier in Washington, in 1947. July 2 marks the anniversary of the Roswell UFO incident, which also happened in 1947.

How to Observe

Celebrate the day by getting friends together and looking up at the sky to try to see UFOs. You could also watch alien and UFO-themed movies, watch documentaries about UFOs, or look at photos of UFOs. Check to see if there are any events in your community that are taking place. If you are up for traveling, try to find some UFOs at places where people have claimed to see them in the past.

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essence precedes existence by Tatyana

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Which is opposite for a human being

Existence by guen-k

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Co-existence by Mohamed Ali Eddin

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Photo by Mohamed Ali Eddin

an ephemeral existence by All Shine

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Losing Existence . by Apypudyn Alwy

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The more we understand , the more we lost . The more serious we taken , the more we mislead .

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Existence by Rosie Knightley Photography

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Solitary Existence... by Eiderdrake.

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Another from yesterday's outing.

An Artificial Existence by GσℓdεŋCяσt∂ℓσ

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Textures: My own

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Thanks for your visit and comments.

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Cozy Bedside by tinyexistence

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Cozy corner bedside and bedside table

A Solitary Existence by Doug van Kampen

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"A Solitary Existence". Edmonds Waterfront, Washington, USA

B l a c k M a g i c

So in between me nearly getting sucked into the path of a moving locomotive and shooting macros of driftwood, this women comes waltzing past me with a surfboard in hand and goes splooshing into Puget Sound. She paddled until she was completely out of sight and ended up coming back about an hour later, right when the light was just getting to that point where you look at it and want the moment to last forever.

Please note: The only other moments I've really wanted to last forever are ranked as such....

1. Marrying Corrieblueeyes

2. The birth of my children; not the labor part for my wife's sake!

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10. The light in this image... :)

The empty one's I have yet to fill, there is still so much to do in this life and God isn't done with me by a long shot.

"Great glass is nice, but even with crappy glass, you can capture moments that will last generations." -Tom van Kampen

(a quote from a conversation I had in the darkroom with my pop back when I was in high school)

V.2012 by David Farreny

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« Nous avons besoin de métaphores inédites ; quelque chose de religieux intégrant l’existence des parkings souterrains. » (M.H.)

Just deleted about 20% of photos in this stream, and I feel fine.

new website : random, RSS | random Flickr | © David Farreny.

Metered Existence by Skip Moore

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A Lonely Existence by Adrienne McNellis

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Fragile Existence by Joe Armfield

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Woven into the fabric of existence by Wandering Dom

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shadowed existence by John Salisbury

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11539 -co-existence by chandrasekaran arumugam

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This is where the mysterious stranger had whispered to meet, Why by Chatwick Harpax

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Title:

Society’s Shrew

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The study below was uncovered through research for the following Doctorial dissertation:

Light to the shadows of their mind:

Criminal tactics and strategies

Criminology Department Dept.

Chatwick University

Case Study 14 :

Name: Seth circa 192…

Subject: A rather unprincipled & deviously unscrupulous scoundrel

From Seth’s Journal:

Headed as:

Societies Shrew

October 11, 192

It is truly amazing what people will talk about on a train. And I could not say the number of times I had collected a tidy sum by just keeping my ears open to such talk. The following remarkable account centered on a couple named Caboyt is my case in point.

I was traveling between cities, after finishing a weeks’ worth of “business”, successfully making a handsome “little” profit on the jewels I collected from several unsuspecting wealthy women.

I had spotted a young couple sitting alone at small table in the dining car. Taking a seat in the nearby bar I had taken the opportunity to observe them. They were newlyweds. I could tell by the way they had acted, and by the shiny new gold rings they sported. She was a very attractive long haired brunette, wearing a long flowing skirt and a high-necked satiny blouse with long sleeves. He was wearing a fitted suit, and by his expression, was ignorant of anything else but his bride’s existence. I too noticed her existence. Especially the existence of the solid gold necklace set with tiny rubies and diamonds she wearing, loosely hanging down from around her throat. When she talked, her hands made little motions, and it was a pleasure to watch her rings sparkle from fingers as she did so. When they left the dining car I stayed at the bar, quickly forgetting about the pair. I enjoyed a few drinks while anticipating the new opportunities that should be plentiful at my next stop.

Late that evening the newlyweds were abruptly placed back into my thoughts. As I made my way back to my car I saw them in their seats, sleeping soundly. Her head was on his shoulders, an arm curled around him. The head of her husband was back on the seat snoring. I noticed her necklace hanging provokingly down, flickering in the passing lights that lit up the car in ten second intervals. The back two rows of seats were vacant, so I slipped into the seat directly behind them. I slowly moved my fingers up behind her seat, dipping down I felt through her ultra-soft hair until my fingers felt the cold hardness of her necklace. I could feel the slippery sleekness of her blouse, and I will admit I did perk up in doing so. Ever so slowly I pulled it out, exposing its gold chain. Then I slipped it around, silently thanking her for the slickness of the high necked pretty blouse that made my attempt so easy. Finally I expose the clasp, and leaving it hanging sat back for a minute to let them settle. I watched it there, as the flicking lights lit it up, my hunger increasing in a prickling sensation I knew and loved so well, the thrill of the hunt. When I could contain myself no longer I reached up again and undid the clasp, then I began the delicate operation of slipping it from her throat. It took almost fifteen exhilarating minutes as I worked it free, exposing it’s; length over the seat ever longer. Then it came loose, and with a swish curled up into my palm. As the last of it slipped away my victim stirred a little, sighing in her sleep, she cuddled in even more. I waited a few more minutes, all was calm around me.

I eyed the sleeping couple. Following her arm that lay around her husband’s shoulder I could see her hand. A glittery ruby ring sparkled merrily in the passing lights. The ring was definitely not as valuable as the necklace in hand, but the allure of acquiring it overwhelmed me. Now slipping a ring from a ladies finger is of course, no great trick. If she happens to be sleeping soundly, like this one, its rather as easy as taking it from a baby.

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(Which for the record I have never done, preferring my victims to be of a mature age. A mantra from which I have only strayed from once, for every rule commands an exception!

The exception for this rule was a matching set of sparklers; dangling cascading earrings, wide “lace” style necklace, bracelet and a brace of rings, all of it small and dainty, all of it quality diamond ,and best of all, invitingly obtainable.

Because the young miss laden down with those petite diamonds was all of fourteen years of age. And, as for the glossy taffeta gown that clung charmingly to her girlish figure? It cried out to even the most novice of us pickpockets to use its sleekness to execute a nimble “slip up and flick” maneuver to relieve this little squirming princess of some piece of her jewelry.

It had definitely been worth the Crown I had expended to the well-dressed young lad with a solid gold pocket watch hanging from his vest, to spend at the penny arcade, located in the bazaar across the street…. It successfully lured him temporarily away from the richly attired kid sister wearing the diamonds in question. He had been keeping an eye over her, a job for which I could tell he had been grudgingly delegated with, and which he happily abandoned; leaving the diamond laden impish young sister vulnerably exposed to the harsher realities of life.

I used the procured opening to cross the young sister’s path and with a perfectly timed ploy caught her in mid stride, the fingers of my right hand grabbing her by the gown’s sleek midriff causing her to totter over my arm. The fingers of my left moved in at the same moment.

The gown had indeed tingled quite pleasantly underneath my left hands fingers as they glided up along her taffeta slick back to lift up and break open the clasp of the silver chain, from which hung the dangling diamonds dripping down along her gown’s full neckline; As I gently plucked and straighten her gown with my right hand, my Left hand delicately began to pull away the necklace. I asked the young miss her where she was off to in such a hurry. She told me, in quick nervous breaths, that she was looking for her brother. As I listened intently, my left hand tugged, then slipped free her necklace, spiriting it away from her heaving chest with a muted swish. I watched it disappear, flickering its protest, as I held its pretty mistress’s attention. I pocketed it as she followed my pointing finger to the bazaar across the street where I explained her brother had gone.

I watched as she happily scurried away from me, blissfully naive that her necklace no longer was merrily bouncing along her chest as she moved. It was just then a rather full bosomed lady passed me by, nose in the air, a ruby brooch precariously perched in the cleavage of her low cut rustling gown. I followed, my mind calculating the risk.

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As the train gently rocked back and forth I kept my eyes focused on the sleeping woman’s ring, first I licked my lips, then my fingers. Reaching up I gently slipped my fingers along hers, moistening them. Then I felt for her ring, and slightly lifter her finger, carefully worked the jewel off by rocking it back and forth between my fingertips. Once I had it over her knuckle, I stopped to catch my breath and look around, all was still quiet. I easily pulled it off the rest of the way, than lay back and closed my eyes. Soon both of them were snoring regularly. I than arose, stowing away the necklace securely, and walked silently amongst the other sleeping passengers. Unnoticed by anyone, I regained my car, took my seat, and laying back I closed my eyes, and happy with myself, fell into a deep sleep.

October 12, 192

The next morning I awoke to a bright sunrise, refreshed and satisfied with the previous evening’s effort. I now settled back comfortably and watched the scenery. There appeared to be no noticeable commotion at my end of the train over my nighttime activities. But it is the reason I stayed glued to my seat for the rest of my journey, and the reason I would make a rather informal acquaintance with Sophia and Arthur Caboyt.

The seat in front of me was occupied by a priest traveling with his rather ancient mother. Nothing that they were discussing had captured my interest the day before. The priest was spending the morning reading his bible, his mother snoozing, so it appeared neither would be saying anything to peak my interest this morning. So I closed my eyes, placed a thought in my head, and started dozing…….

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She was a beauty, a ravishing brunette clad in a long purple satiny number. Her jewels were all sapphires, sparkling as she walked somewhat unsteadily up the path leading her away from the sanctity of the castle keep. I was following with curiosity, having seen her slip out the back way, looking for the entire world like a child sneaking out on her parents. She reached the top of the hill where it opened into a small glen. Off to the side lay a dark lake of calm water. As she stood by a cement bench on the bank of the lake the moon peeked out through the clouds, placing her in a pool of light. A pair of white swans swam over in curiosity. She bent down and lifted out her gloved hand to them, her rings and bracelet glistening radiantly.

She was not yet aware of being followed……

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I must have fallen asleep, for next thing I knew I was rudely awakened as the train was ratcheting to a stop, whistle blowing. When the train finely halted, The priest and his mother departed. I still was going on for a distance so I kept my seat. I bid them a silent adieu; nothing about them had held my interest in any shape or form.

But the newcomers who took their seat turned out to be a whole other story.

A rather stern faced husband had escorted his chattering wife and basically maneuvered her into the seat. She was clad in a long silky, rather form fitting dress. She was wearing a nice display of glistening white pearls, and her fingers were home to several sparkly rings. By the way the pair carried themselves; I had no doubts the fair maidens jewels were the real McCoy. As I watched the diamond clasp of her pearl necklace from behind I again closed my eyes, once more reminiscing about the train ride on my first leg of the journey.

But this couple did not appear to be of the snatch and slip into the shadows type of prey to me. I opened my eyes, wide awake, my interest peaking as the wife’s shrill voice penetrated into me. No, I smelled real opportunity being handed to me by fate. Let me explain. In my line of business I had become a quick study of a person’s character. His was obviously that of an important ( in his mind) president( probably a bank) used to controlling all aspects of his life, including his wife. She was a quarrelsome chatterbox who was as opinionated as they come. My guess is that that he only had married her for her money, why else would he have put up with her? His name was Arthur, Hers was Sophia, and the last name was Caboyt, which perked my interest even more. Caboyt being a well-known name of a wealthy family from the large city where I had grew up as a child. The couple was attending a Charity Ball at some rather ritzy sounding establishment in a City four stops before mine. The more I heard, the more I smelled money to be made. So it was without a thought that I rose a minute after they did, and got off on the same stop, forgoing the rest of my travel plans. I quickly stashed my luggage in a locker and got out onto the street in time to see them getting into a hotel taxi.

I went in, collected my bags and hired a taxi to take me to an inexpensive hotel that he recommended. I checked in, prepaying for three nights to cover my tracks, threw my luggage on the bed. I looked in my stage case, and selected a reddish wig and matching moustache, trying them on for effect. Adding a pair of black, horn rimmed eye glasses completed the disguise

I grabbed another taxi had him drive me to the hotel they were staying at. Paying him off ,I crossed the street and positioned myself in a park. It was now early evening, the sun just dipping below the tall buildings.

I studied the situation from the park while sitting on a bench. It was older, with balconies extending outside each of the rooms. The balconies were cement rimmed, with low rails. If I could get a room above or below theirs, It would be a short, easy rope climb to their balcony. I went inside and inquired about available rooms for the next evening, the evening of the ball. As the clerk leafed through his book I studied the registry and soon located Sarah and Henry Caboyt’s listing. It was better than I had hoped. They couple were in room 311. 313, 413 and 213 were taken for the weekend but 315, right next door was available. Containing my excitement I took it, prepaying for two nights, giving the clerk a false ID . I explained that my luggage had been delayed, and that when it came I would just take it up myself.

I returned to the other hotel, and dressed and went out for dinner, forming my plans as I ate. Returning I packed a small valise, put on evening attire, and snuck out via a back stairway that led to a now shadowed alley.

Walking out I went up the street bus stop and hailed a taxi. He gave me a suspicious look as I gave him the name of a fancy hotel that was a couple of blocks away from where the Cabot’s, and I, were staying: but I put on my bigwig demeanor and ignored him. He let me off and as I made sure he drove off, went up the block and entered my new hotel, heading straight for the elevator, not even gaining a second glance from the well trained operator. I went into my room, whistling at the fancy digs, before setting up the groundwork for my little operation.

That evening I sleep soundly, almost falling deeply again into a dream.

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I found myself in her room once again. There were two of them. Identical twin sisters who occupied adjoining rooms in the old keep of the ancient stronghold that had been turned into a posh resort for the ultra-rich.

They had both been attending the extravagant ball being held in the old main chamber of the castle. But one had been ill and left early, planning to take a strong sleeping draught to fight her ailment.

Making sure the remaining sister was still going strong at the ball, I melted away into the shadows, breaking into her room before the twelve strokes of midnight had sounded in the large grandfather clock at the end of the hall. It took no effort on my part; she had conveniently left her velvet jewel pouch on the nightstand. I quickly scooped out its contents in a couple of shimmering handfuls. It was going to be a good night I told myself happily.

I went to the door that joined the room where her twin was sleeping. I cautiously opened it, and then slipped inside.

She looked so beautifully innocent as she slept, her brown satin pajamas shimmering in the light of the full moon streaming through an open stone cased window. After a bit of searching I found her jewel case tucked under the pillow she was laying on. I had discovered it while sliding my hand underneath, and I now began to work the calfskin leather case free. As I did I saw something glimmer faintly in the moonlight? Looking closer I realized she had no removed the pendent she had been wearing around her neck. It was on a gold chain, a ruby surrounded by small diamonds. I freed her jewel case and quickly emptied its contents, only one brightly glistening handful, which joined her sister’s collection in my satchel. I then pulled back her hair and felt for the clasp of her necklace. Locating it I slid it into my view and unclasped it. Picking up one end I lifted it from her throat, and gently pulled the other end from beneath her. It went perfectly; she never stirred as I took it from her. One a whim I peeled back ever so gently the long sleeves of her pajamas, . One her left wrist she still wore a ruby and diamond bracelet. Lifting her wrist up enough so my fingers could reach I undid the clasp and pulled it free, hanging like a wide sparkling snake.

I listened at her door, all was quite. I stole away, sneaking down the old servants back stairway. It was as I was edging around the building to make a bolt for the woods and my escape, that I saw her. The twin, who had stayed at the ball while her sister slept, was now lurking outside. She had no idea she was being watched. I eyed her sapphire jewelry sparkling along her pretty satin gown. I could tell she was up to something, as she hesitated, then assuming no one was around, headed off onto the path leading to a small lake. I followed without a second’s hesitation……..

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October 13, 192

The next morning I arose late, refreshed and ready for whatever exploits the day would hold for me.

After checking out my surroundings, including the balcony, I took a long hot shower and stretched out, waiting like a lion in the brush. Late afternoon I made my way down to the lobby with a book and nestled in a shadowy corner to wait. My plan was to watch them leave, follow them to gauge how long it would take them to return, head back, enter their room via the balcony and pilfer the room of its valuables and exit stage right, before they returned. I was banking on a fat jewel case. The rooms had no safes.

I sat, I observing my fellow guests coming and going about their personal business. Soon I noticed more and more of them in evening dress, heading out for a night on the town, which was a treat in and of its self. I did perk up when a lady clad in a long black velvet dress, matching gloves and pearls, walked down the stairs. As a pearl hanger, she would have been a tempting target. Pearls were always easy to pawn, and hers were a rather nice set. She seemed to be the easily distractible type, and easily distractible types who wore expensive jewels had always been my specialty. But I already had my mind set on Sophia Caboyt’s jewels that evening, So I let her slip away, watching her long gown swish about her pleasant figure.. Bird in the hand I thought, wistfully hoping that would prove to be the case.

An hour later I was rewarded as Sophia and Arthur came down. The couple was dressed to the nines for the evening, he was in a tux, she was in a long flowing glossy gown and gloves. She was dripping in diamonds, a full set. My heart sank, I wanted those diamonds, Quickly as I watched them I revised my plan. She was wearing a small fortune. I was sure that whatever was left in their room was probably not worth nearly as much, even the pearls.

I than sat and pretended to read my book for about another two hours while my mind went over several new plans of action. Accepting one of them as feasible, I rose and headed back up to my room. Lost my disguise, packed my valise for a hasty exit, put on my mask and gloves, turned out the lights, carefully opened my balcony door, and from a vantage point where I could see their room, I waited for their return. Breaking into a room with sleeping occupants was something I would rather not do, but oh, well, I would have to creep a little more carefully. Hopefully they would return home tipsy and sleep deeply.

Three and one half hours later the lights went on in their room. The balcony door was opened and Sophia came sweeping out, her jewelry blazing in the street lamps light from below. I watched with growing anticipation as she leaned out and looked onto the view below, her necklace and long earrings swaying out over the void, careful I thought, don’t let the pretty things fall. Her husband voice came out of the room inside, calling to her in an angry tone. “Sophia, I don’t believe it, they gave me the wrong top coat.” She sighed, gathering air, Are you sure she snapped, yes he said, my gloves are not in the pocket. She turned and went to the door, Go back tomorrow she decreed. I am going back now, he rebelled, and giving them a piece of my mind, I tipped that idiot 5 shillings. I heard the door slam. As it did, she had continued telling him not to go.

He had left and my mind started buzzing. What is he up to? He had no real reason not to wait, unless he was really that much of a hot head. If that was the case, He would easily be gone for an hour, which would give me at least 45 minutes to work with. They didn’t appear to have been drinking, If I stuck with my original plan, when he returned, things would be a lot more sticky, especially if he was in a foul mood and couldn’t sleep.

My window of opportunity, small already, began to shrink even more. I could have just let it go, but no I scolded myself, I would forever be berating myself for letting the chance to make a major coup slip through my fingers. I decided to risk it. Sometimes you just have to roll the dice and see how things lay and hope, luck will travel with it. I quickly reformulated my plan.

I went back and pulled a small derringer and some rope from my valise. She had been wearing a satin sash encircling her waist, held with a brooch. Once she handed me the brooch, I would use the sash to gag her; and my rope to tie her securely to a chair freeing me to search her and her room for valuables. I smiled in wicked anticipation; I have always liked a good old fashioned hold-up. I looked at my watch, still a good 32 minutes to obtain her jewels.

Climbing between the two ledges I slipped onto their balcony, ducking below the side and waited. Nothing stirred. I slinked over to the window and peered inside. No movement. Waiting another eternal minute I decided to enter, Carefully opening the glass door so it let out only the slightest of clicks I entered. I saw a door on the opposite side of the room, slightly ajar I could hear the sound of water running. Sophia was drawing a bath. I couldn’t believe my luck. I wedged myself in a corner and waited. I could see her shadow in the crack of light emitting from the door, and then I heard her slide into the tub. Immediately I was on the move.

I had seen a glistening pile on top of a small table by the bathroom door. I went there first. On the table were spread out in a sparkling array the diamonds she had been wearing earlier. I carefully lifted each magnificent piece and secreted them into my small satchel, one eye on the outer door, and one ear on the occupant of the bath tub. As I made a complete sweep of the table I saw her silvery, shiny jeweled purse off to one side, lying on her satin gloves. I went through it and found a the wad of notes and a heavy gold compact and matching cigarette holder. Putting the items back inside, along with her gloves, I pocketed the shiny purse. Then I noticed her jewel case when I had come in laying on the vanity. I went over and opened it, my eyes rewarded by a satisfying collection of glittery jewels, gold and pearls. I and quickly emptied it of its valuable contents, a set of emerald with diamonds( necklace, earrings, ring and bracelets), several gold chains, two pairs of gold earrings, one set with small diamonds, a thick solid gold bracelet, and a rather nice 3 strand pearl choker, as well as the pearls she had been wearing on the train. I hadn’t seen this much ice lately outside a jewelry store. Closing the case, I slipped it into a drawer out of sight..

I did not see her gown with its sash and brooch. I snuck a peak into the bathroom; I saw a long flowing satin bathrobe, but no red gown visible. I hesitated, for I could see her outline in the tub, she was laying back with her eyes closed, a hand hung down, from which glittered a pair of rings. No, I thought, letting them go. I went to her closet; there was a gold gown, but not the gown she had been wearing. I looked at my watch, 9 minutes left; I was running out of time. I went back to the bed and circled it, keeping a close eye on the two doors. Looking over on the opposite side by the wall I saw something glossy on the floor.. There it was, the little darling had slid off and was hiding on the floor. Lifting it up, I let the smooth material run through my hands, feeling it through the thin gloves I was wearing. I felt nothing hard, laying it across the chair I looked under the bed, saw something silky and pulled at it. It came out like a shiny snake, with a large diamond studded head. There was the prize. I took the sash and the brooch and stuffed them in my pocket. 3 minutes left by my watch.. I went back to the closet and felt along a couple of her things hanging there, hoping to find a clip , or possibly another brooch, one a silky jacket I felt something hard, it turned out to be a gold pin of a humming bird with jeweled wings. I pulled it free. My time was up, and I had plenty,

Turning out the lights I Heading to the door of the balcony fortunately I heard them just as I opened the glass door. I peeked to the balcony next door, on the opposite side of mine. A couple was in the middle of an argument. A quite pretty lady was giving a tuxedo shirted male a piece of her mind. She was a long haired brunette clad in a long silk sheath, gold and black descending stripes. She was lecturing a harried thin gentleman in a white tux shirt, chewing him out in rapid Italian. I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I stepped out in the shadows, closing the door behind me. I did not want to chance having the dejewelled princess or her husband walk into the bedroom and find me there. The minutes ticked by. I was mesmerized by the hand the Italian woman was shaking under his nose. The ladies’ Jeweled rings and bracelets flashing extravagantly in and out of the light. I will admit that after 6 excoriatingly long minutes I started to sweat a little. The show was quite fascinating, but I was expecting company at any time. And three would definitely be a crowd. She was not running out of steam, I felt sorry for the little guy.

Finally the Italian banshee ended her tirade. She ran into the room sobbing, he meekly followed. Just Than I about jumped out of my skin when I head Sophia calling out her husband’s name. Arthur she screeched, are you there yet, I have soap in my eyes. Do I dare, I thought to myself, those magnificent rings flashing back into my mind.

I moved swiftly back into the room, stealthily going to the bathroom door, looked around the door and stole a peak. She was holding her eyes closed, searching in vain for a towel, which had fallen just below her searching hand. The hand where the expensively jeweled rings she had worn into her bath resided. I moved swiftly, rapping on the door. About time she said as I handed her a towel. I took her hand, and kissed her soapy wet fingers. She smirked; don’t try to make up with me Arthur. I let go of her now ring less fingers. Turning I walked out swiftly, closing the door behind me before she had a chance to clear her eyes. Swiftly going back out the balcony door, I flew over the rail into my own balcony, and into the door. I waited for a minute without moving. The coast seemed clear.

I felt safe to turn the lights on. I hid her sash, brooch, jewels, and the silvery jeweled purse in the false bottom of my small valise. I put back on the red wig moustache and glasses and evening clothes. Then snatching up my case, I went to the door after a final inspection of the room. 65 minutes now had ticked by since the husband had left the apartment, leaving his wife and her jewels behind unprotected. It was time to make a hasty exit. As my white gloved hand touched the knob I heard voices in the hall. Damn I thought, she had taking the argument out of the room. Thankfully I heard the door slam. This was becoming a circus I thought, opening door a crack. The hall way was clear. I moved quickly down the corridor turning into another , down with lay my exit down a rear stairwell. I froze in my tracks. Now what I thought!

At the far end of the corridor, just passed my exit, was a wall where a full length painting of the battle of waterloo hung. The lady in velvet and pearls that I had been scrutinizing earlier in the evening sashaying through the lobby, was standing with her back to me mesmerized by the painting, her hands clasped behind her while she swayed to and fro studying it.. She was so enthralled by it that I probably could have walked right up to her and slipped the pearls from her throat and wrist without her even noticing me. Why not, I asked myself rhetorically. Setting the valise by the exit, I began removing my gloves as I walked up to her on the balls of my feet, silent as a cat. Pretty is it not I asked in her ear, she started, backing into me. I caught her as she twittered nervously. Sorry I said, steadying her. She blushed as she turned to me, giving me full view of the pearls around her throat. I kissed her hand, asking for her apologies as I turned and left her standing there. I heard the swish of her dress. I had been right about her being vulnerably captivated by the painting. The proof was in the pudding, or in this case the triple string pearl bracelet I had slipped away from her gloved wrist as she had bumped against me

I started down the stairs leading down to the lobby silently thanking whatever distraction it was that was holding Arthur up from returning home. Then, I saw him. I was coming down to the bottom of stairs I saw Arthur cutting through the lobby. I walked past him nodding as he passed raising my valise in salutation. He nodded back passing me without another look. He had a smile on his face, so he had received satisfaction from something. I too had a smirk on mine, garnering some satisfaction that he was totally unaware that a small fortune in his wife’s jewels was walking out the door right under his nose.

I left, holding my valise and headed down the street. I hailed a taxi, had him drop me off at the bus station, then went into my hotel and packed, before falling again into sound , pleasantly dream filled , sleep.

October 14, 192

I arose early the next day, leaving by the same back door to the alleyway.

Flagging a taxi I had him drive me to the shopping area by the train station.

I meandered around a bit and then, sure I was not being watched, made my way to the train station.

I than caught the next train heading to my original destination. After a long, leisurely meal, and a couple well-earned drinks at the bar I headed back to my seat. This time there were no brides with shiny necklaces, or Caboyt’s with their pompous arrogance and fancy jewels to entertain me. So I found one of my own making. As the train rumbled into the night I snuggled down and replayed the whole adventure, savoring every aspect until I fell into dream filled sleep.

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She must have imbibed more than I thought, for she walked to the bench, and taken a careful look around, began to undress. Watching the swans, she started by removing her jewelry, placing them in a pile that glistened in the moon’s light. She then stepped behind some bushes, and I observed her laying her gloves, gown and some silky nickers over a tree limb. I began to move back and cut along the woods to where she had undressed. A soft, subtle splash of water let me know she had entered the pool. Reaching her things hanging on the tree limb I looked out, she was in up to her chest, back to me, still watching the swans that had moved off a small distance when she had entered. I carefully pulled her clothes off the limb, then hid them behind a tree, , feeling the hardness of her broach, I unfastened from her gown. Then on all fours, keeping below the bench, I carefully crawled forward, inching ever closer to the glistening pile of rich jewels that beckoned me…..

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degrees of existence by Nadine Targiel

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cologne.2011 - for the appreciators of parallel universes

def better on black

listen...

music by dimmer

Solitary Existence by Rennett Stowe

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The Antelope Valley is known for its wildflowers and Joshua Trees. Unfortunately, the two rarely grow in the same place. The Poppies tend to be on the west side of the region and the Joshua Trees in the east and center. However, that they do flourish together in a few places is documented in this image.

Canon EOS 5D Mark IV

Leaving existence... by Kazi Arefin

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Place : KuaKata sea beach.

Camera : D90, 18-105mm VR.

Date : 30 Apr, 2010.

Please don't use this image anywhere without my permission.

Thanks in advance 4 checking my Photostream...:)

Veins of Existence by m dee88

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it's very seldom for me to see a leaf thats turned red here in manila. i found this in the parking lot of a restaurant the other day. i had to just pick it up and bring home for it's first photo op. this is the top side of the leaf and the inside is the one posted in the comment box. have a great start of the week!

Respect Existence by Ken Lee

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An old mining operation with some rather interesting large-scale guerilla art, perched up in the hills in the Mojave Desert. I lit the exterior and interior of this structure using a handheld ProtoMachines LED2 light painting device from several different angles while hanging out with the ProtoMachines creator, George Loo, as well as Tim Little and Steve McIntyre during a fun weekend of night photography.

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Nikon D750/Nikkor 14-24mm f/2.8 lens. 16 minutes total "stacked"; each image 2 minutes f/8 ISO 200. October 2019.

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Existence by dianealdrich - Please read my profile

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Heislerville, New Jersey

Existence by Chris Hieronimus

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path to existence by ben tomkinson

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Walkway taken at mary cain cross reserve, warm up to a photoshoot.

Batboy by EAWB

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The lonely existence of a young batboy on a professional baseball team.

(Wilmington Blue Rocks game. June 17, 2006. Frawley Stadium, Wilmington, DE.)

EXISTENCE \ SLENDER DEUTZIA by Hiroki Shimaya

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Japanese name: 姫ウツギ(HIME-UTSUGI)

Album: EXISTENCE

www.flickr.com/photos/136070019@N02/sets/72157660783163219

Skyline by Debra Charron

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More photos from the lovely Sol Existence sim.

Side road of Hermes. by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

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title.

Side road of Hermes.

( Fujifilm GFX50R shot. )

Honolulu. Hawaii. USA. December. 2019. shot ... 3 / 6

(Today's photo, which has not been announced yet.)

images.

Flipp Dinero - If I Tell You

youtu.be/ZBczOvTk0UM

The image of the next novel.

Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable'2)

(It will never go away)

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Profile.

In November 2014, we caught the attention of the party selected to undertake the publicity for a mobile phone that changed the face of the world with just a single model, and will conclude a confidentiality agreement with them.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

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Interviews and novels.

About my book.

I published a book in old days.

At that time, I was uploading my interview on the net on the net.

That Japanese and English.

I will make it public for free.

Details were explained to the Amazon site.

How to write a novel.

How to take pictures.

Distance to the work.

They all have a common item.

I made a sentence about what I felt, and left it.

I hope that my text can be read by many people.

Thank you.

Mitsushiro.

1 Interview in English

2 novels. unforgettable 'English version.(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

3 Interview Japanese version

4 novels. unforgettable ' JPN version.

5 A streamlined trajectory. only Japanese.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

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iBooks. Electronic Publishing. It is free now.

0.about the iBooks.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

1.unforgettable '(ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...

2.unforgettable '(JNP.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...

3. Streamlined trajectory.(For Japanese only.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8... =11

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My Novel >> Unforgettable'

(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

Synopsis.

Kei Kitami who aims at university.

A 6 year old older event companion woman. Meet Kaori Uemura on SNS.

The dream of Kaori who has moved to Tokyo.

It is to be a friend of the artist.

The producer of the radio station for that. The existence of Ryo Osawa was necessary.

Live on the radio.Osawa talks to Kaori.

"I have a wife and a child, but I want to see you."

Kei’s classmate Rika Sanzyou who is thinking of him.

She was searching for Kaori.

※ Supplement

I use Google Translate.

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .

www.fotolog.net/yuming/

images.

U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related

Main story

There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.

One, to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.

The other, to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days, staring at the shine

quietly.

Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.

I face myself to change tomorrow, a vague day into something certain.

That is the meaning of a rebirth.

I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.

After she left, I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After

she left, how many times did I depend too much on her, doubt her, envy her and keep on telling lies

until I realized it is love?

I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the

daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.

I had been thinking about such a thing.

However, I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see

something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me, a guy filled with ambiguous, unstable

tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.

Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.

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Fin.

images.

U2 - No Line On The Horizon

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related

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Title of my book > unforgettable'

Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa

Out Now.

ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

in Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...

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The schedule of the next novel.

Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable '2)

(It will not go away forever)

Please give me some more time. That is Japanese.

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Exhibition of 2021.

Tuesday, May 11-Sunday, May 16

The Kawamura Memorial DIC Museum of Art @ Gallery 1.

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/en/

place. Sakura City, Chiba Prefecture.

theme.

Ever since that day ...

2022 exhibition.

theme.

So Near, So far.

place. Tokyo Big Site.

www.bigsight.jp/

Sponsoring. Design festa.

designfesta.com/

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My Works.

1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...

2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...

3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...

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Do you want to hear my voice?

:)

I updated Youtube.

It is only in Japanese.

I explained comments on photos etc.

If your time is permitted, please look.

:)

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. First type.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. Second type.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=443

3

About when I started Fotolog. Architect 's point of view.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=649

4

Why did not you have a camera so far?

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=708

5

What is the coolest thing? The photo is as it is.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=776

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About the current YouTube bar. I also want to tell, I want to leave.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=964

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About Japanese photographers. Japanese YouTube bar is Pistols.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1059

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The composition of the photograph is sensibility. Meet the designers in Milan. Two questions.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1242

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What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1482

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What is the time to point the camera? It is slow if you are looking into the viewfinder or display.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1662

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Family photos. I can not take pictures with others. The inside of the subject.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1745

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About YouTube 's photographer. Camera technology etc. Sensibility is polished by reading books.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2144

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About the Japanese newspaper. A picture of a good newspaper is Reuters. If you continue to look at useless photographs, it will be useless.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2305

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About Japanese photographers. About the exhibition.

Summary. I wrote a novel etc. What I want to tell the most.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2579

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I talked about how to make a work.

It's really long, but I want to leave everything, so please ask. (^ O ^) /

Japanese only.

About work production 1/2

youtu.be/ZFjqUJn74kM

About work production 2/2

youtu.be/pZIbXmnXuCw

1 Photo exhibition up to that point. Did you want to go?

2 Well, what is an exhibition that you want to visit even if you go there?

3 Challenge to exhibit one work every month before opening a solo exhibition at the Harajuku Design Festa.

4 works are materials and silhouettes. Similar to fashion.

5 Who is your favorite artist? What is it? Make it clear.

6 Creating a collage is exactly the same as taking photos. As I wrote in the interview, it is the same as writing a novel.

7 I want to show it to someone, but I do not make a piece to show it. Aim for the work you want to decorate your own room as in the photo.

8 What is copycat? Nowadays, it is suspected to be beaten. There is something called Mimesis?

ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mimesis

kotobank.jp/word/Mimesis-139464

9 What is Individuality? What is originality?

It is a flow of.

If you have time, please listen.

:)

www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/

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Explanation of composition. 2

I used the following cameras.

Nikon coolpix 8700

I defeated two of these cameras.

It was a very nice camera.

I took many photos with this camera.

Today's photo.

It was also taken with this camera.

I explained the composition in detail in the text at the time of shooting.

I have taken a lot of pictures until today.

Among them, this photo is the result of sharpening my sensitivity.

I will explain this composition in a video.

But they are all Japanese.

Is there a Japanese beside you?

Is there anyone who can understand Japanese beside you?

Please have them translate.

I leave an important story about composition.

I hope they will reach many people.

October 22, 2019, midnight.

Mitsushiro.

1.Composition explanation 2 ... 1/4

youtu.be/yVbvneBIMs8

2.Composition explanation 2 ... 2/4

youtu.be/LToFez9vOAw

3.Composition Explanation 2 ... 3/4

youtu.be/uTR0wVi9Z7M

4.Composition Explanation 2 ... 4/4

youtu.be/h2LjfU6Vvno

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My shutter feeling.

youtu.be/3JkbGiFLjAM

Today's photo.

It is a photo taken from Eurostar.

This video is an explanation.

I went to Milan in 2005.

At that time, I went from Milan to Venice.

We took Eurostar into the transportation.

This photo was not taken from a very fast Eurostar.

When I changed the track, I took a picture at the moment I slowed down.

Is there a Japanese beside you?

Please have my video translated.

:)

Mitsushiro.

( Nikon Coolpix 8700. shot)

In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...

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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

_________________________________

flickr.

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/

_________________________________

instagram.

www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/

_________________________________

Pinterest.

www.pinterest.jp/mitsushiro/

_________________________________

YouPic

www.flickr.com/people/stealaway/

_________________________________

twitter.

twitter.com/mitsushiro

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facebook.

www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa

_________________________________

Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...

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My statistics. (As of June 11, 2020)

youtu.be/RlugKVEe4bs

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Japanese is the following.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

_________________________________

#Milan #Italy #LUMIX #G3 #FUJIFILM #MothinLilac #MIL #GFX50R #Hnolulu #Mono #Chiba #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #gallery #Camera #collage #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #Nakagawa #artist #NY #Interview #Photograph #picture #Hawaii #take #write #novel #display #art #future #designfesta #Kawamura #Memorial #DIC #Museum #Fineart #川村記念美術館 #Manhattan #USA #London #UK #Paris #Kawamura

For insta

#川村記念美術館 #Manhattan #London #Paris #kawamura #Milan #MothinLilac #LUMIX #MIL #FUJIFILM #GFX50R #Honolulu #Fineart #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #Camera #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #artist #Photograph #picture #novel #Fineart #future #designfesta

For twitter

#NY #London #Paris #Milan #LUMIX #FUJIFILM #川村記念美術館 #写真 #Exhibition #Flickr #Camera #street #Hawaii #Honolulu #Mitsushiro #artist #Kawamura #designfesta #Fineart

#ミラノ #イタリア #カメラ #写真 #構図 #ニコン #Nikon #coolpix #クールピクス #ベニス #ユーロスター #Eurostar #シャッター #shutter #camera #photo #picture #千葉 #日本 #chiba #Japan #八街 #佐倉

For insta, twitter

#yachimata #chiba #japan #mono #selfportrait #exibition #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #日本 #展示 #川村記念美術館 #写真 #nikon #ニコン #iphone11pro

#yachimata #chiba #japan #mono #honolulu #exhibition #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #日本 #展示会 #川村記念美術館 #ハワイ #写真 #アップル #shotoniphone #ホノルル #ワイキキ

#yachimata #chiba #japan #monochrome #honolulu #exhibition #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #日本 #展示 #川村記念美術館 #ハワイ #カメラ #富士フィルム #gfx50r #lumix #パナソニック #アップル #shotoniphone #ホノルル #ワイキキ #写真 #吉祥寺 #ライブハウス #クレッシェンド #東京 #bbb #badbabybomb #apple-car #airpodspro #AR

#yachimata #chiba #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #川村記念美術館 #富士フィルム #shotoniphone #吉祥寺 #ライブハウス #東京 #bbb #badbabybomb #apple-car

タイトル。

エルメスの側道。

( Fujifilm GFX50R shot. )

ホノルル。ハワイ。USA。１２月。２０１９年。 shot ... 　　　　3 / 6

(今日の写真。それは未発表です。)

images.

Flipp Dinero - If I Tell You

youtu.be/ZBczOvTk0UM

次の小説のイメージ。

Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)

（いつまでもなくならないだろう）

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プロフィール。

2014年11月、たった1機種で世界を塗り替えた携帯電話の広告を請け負った選考者の目に留まり、秘密保持同意書を結ぶ。

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

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インタビューと小説。

僕の本について。

僕は、昔に本を出版しました。

その際に、僕のインタビューをPDFでネット上へアップロードしていました。

その日本語と英語。

僕は、無料でを公開します。

詳細は、アマゾンのサイトへ解説しました。

小説の書き方。

写真の撮影方法。

作品への距離感。

これらはすべて共通項があります。

僕は、僕が感じたことを文章にして、残しました。

僕のテキストが多くの人に読んでもらえることを望みます。

ありがとう。

Mitsushiro.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

１　インタビュー　英語版

２　小説。unforgettable’ 英語版。

３　インタビュー　日本語版

４　小説。unforgettable’ 日本語版。(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)

(四百字詰め原稿用紙４５６枚)

　あらすじ

　大学を目指している北見ケイは、SNS上で、6歳年上のイベントコンパニオン、上村香織に出会う。

　上京してきた香織の夢は、有名なアーティストの友達になるためだ。

　そのためにはラジオ局のプロデューサー、大沢亮の存在が必要だった。

　大沢は、ラジオの生放送中、香織へ語りかける。

　「僕には妻子がある。しかし、僕は君に会いたいと思っている」

　ケイの同級生で、彼を想っている三條里香は、香織の動向を探っていた。。。。。

本編

人が海へ向かう理由には、二つある。

　ひとつは、波打ち際ではしゃぐ子供のように、今の瞬間の海の輝きを楽しむこと。

　もうひとつは、その輝きを静かに見据えて、過ぎ去った日々を懐かしむ老人のように記憶の埃を払うこと。

　二つは重なり合わないようではあるけれども、たったひとつの意味しか生まない。

　再生だ。

　明日っていう、曖昧な日を確実なものへと変えてゆくために、自分の存在に向き合う。

　それが再生の意味だ。

　十八歳だった僕には大切な人がいた。

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

５　流線形の軌跡。　日本語のみ。

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

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iBooks.電子出版。（現在は無料）

0.about the iBooks.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

1.unforgettable’ ( ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...

For Japanese only.

2.unforgettable’ ( JNP.ver.)(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...

3.流線形の軌跡。

itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8...

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僕の小説。英語版　

My Novel Unforgettable' (This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .

www.fotolog.net/yuming/

1/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24577016535/in/dateposted...

2/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24209330259/in/dateposted...

3/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/23975215274/in/dateposted...

4/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24515964952/in/dateposted...

5/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24276473749/in/dateposted...

6/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24548895082/in/dateposted...

7/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24594603711/in/dateposted...

8/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24588215562/in/dateposted...

9/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24100804163/in/dateposted...

Fin.

images.

U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related

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Title of my book > unforgettable'

Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa

Out Now.

ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

in Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...

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次の小説の予定。

Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)

（いつまでもなくならないだろう）

もう少し時間をください。それは日本語です。

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２０２１年の展示。

５月１１日　火曜日　～　５月１６日　日曜日

DIC川村記念美術館　第１付属ギャラリー。

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

場所。千葉県佐倉市。

テーマ。

あの日から、ずっと…

２０２２年の展示。

テーマ。

So Near , So far.

場所。東京ビッグサイト。

www.bigsight.jp/

Sponsoring. Design festa.

designfesta.com/

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僕の作品。

1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...

2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...

3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...

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あなたは僕の声を聞きたいですか？

:)

僕はYoutubeを更新しました。

日本語だけです。

僕は写真などの解説をしました。

もしも、あなたの時間が許されれば、見てください。

:)

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

1

フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

2

フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=443

3

Fotologを始めた時について。建築家の視点。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=649

4

なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=708

5

何が一番かっこいいのか？　写真はありのままに。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=776

6

現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=964

7

日本人の写真家について。日本のユーチューバーはピストルズ。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1059

8

写真の構図は、感性。ミラノのデザイナーに会って。二つの質問。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1242

9

良い構図とは？　悪い構図とは？

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1482

10

カメラを向ける時とは？　ファインダーやディスプレイを覗いていては遅い。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1662

11

家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1745

12

ユーチューブの写真家について。カメラの技術等。感性は、本を読むことで磨く。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2144

13

日本の新聞について。良い新聞の写真はロイター。ダメな写真を見続けるとダメになる。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2305

14

日本の写真家について。その展示について。

まとめ。僕が書いた小説など。僕が最も伝えたいこと。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2579

作品の制作方法などついて語りました。

すっごい長いですが、すべて伝え残したいことなので聞いてください。(^O^)／

日本語のみです。

作品制作について 1/2

youtu.be/ZFjqUJn74kM

作品制作について 2/2

youtu.be/pZIbXmnXuCw

１　それまでの写真展。自分は行きたいと思ったか？

２　じゃ、自分が足を運んででも行きたい展示とは何か？

３　原宿デザインフェスタで個展を開くまでに、毎月ひとつの作品を展示することにチャレンジ。

４　作品とは、素材とシルエット。ファッションと似ている。

５　自分が好きなアーティストは誰か？　どんなものなのか？　そこをはっきりさせる。

６　コラージュの作成も写真の撮り方と全く同じ。インタビューに書いたように小説の書き方とも同じ。

７　誰かに見せたい、見せるがために作品は作らない。写真と同じように自分の部屋に飾りたい作品を目指す。

８　パクリとは何か？　昨今、叩かれるパクリ疑惑。ミメーシスとは？

　　https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/ミメーシス

　　https://kotobank.jp/word/ミメーシス-139464

９　個性とはなにか？　オリジナリティってなに？

おまけ　眞子さまについて

という流れです。

お時間がある方は是非聴いてください。

:)

www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/

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構図の解説２

僕は以下のカメラを使用していました。

Nikon coolpix 8700

僕はこのカメラを二台使い倒しました。

とても素敵なカメラでした。

このカメラでたくさんの写真を撮りました。

今日の写真。

それもこのカメラで撮影しました。

この構図について、僕は撮影した当時詳しくテキストで解説しました。

僕は今日までたくさんの写真を撮ってきました。

その中でも、この写真はもっとも僕の感性を研ぎ澄ました結果です。

僕はこの構図について、動画で解説します。

しかし、それらはすべて日本語です。

あなたのそばに日本人はいますか？

あなたのそばに日本語がわかる人はいますか？

彼らに訳してもらってください。

僕は、構図について大切な話を残します。

それらが多くの人へ伝わることを望みます。

2019年10月２２日深夜。

Mitsushiro.

1.構図の解説２ ... 1/4

2.構図の解説２ ... 2/4

3.構図の解説２ ... 3/4

4.構図の解説２ ... 4/4

Nikon Coolpix 8700

１　アマゾンの評価

www.amazon.co.jp/ニコン-E8700-J-ニコン-デジタル...

２　ニコンの情報

www.nikon-image.com/products/compact/lineup/8700/

#写真 #構図 #カメラ #イタリア #ミラノ #中央駅 #２００５年 #ニコン #クールピクス８７００

#Photo #Composition #Camera #Italy #Milan #Central #Station #2005 #Nikon #Coolpix 8700

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僕のシャッター感覚

youtu.be/3JkbGiFLjAM

今日の写真。

それは、ユーロスターから撮影した写真です。

この動画はその解説です。

２００５年にミラノへ行きました。

そのとき、ミラノからヴェニスへ向かいました。

交通手段に、僕らはユーロスターを乗り込みました。

この写真は、猛スピードのユーロスターから撮影したのではありません。

線路を変更した際、スピードを落とした瞬間に撮影しました。

あなたのそばに日本人はいますか？

僕の動画を翻訳してもらってください。

:)

Mitsushiro.

( Nikon Coolpix 8700. shot)

In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...

_________________________________

Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

_________________________________

flickr.

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/

_________________________________

YouTube.

www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/

_________________________________

instagram.

www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/

_________________________________

Pinterest.

www.pinterest.jp/mitsushiro/

_________________________________

YouPic

www.flickr.com/people/stealaway/

_________________________________

fotolog

www.fotolog.com/stealaway/

_________________________________

twitter.

twitter.com/mitsushiro

_________________________________

facebook.

www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa

_________________________________

Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...

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僕の統計。（2020年6月11日現在）

youtu.be/RlugKVEe4bs

_________________________________

Japanese is the following.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

_________________________________

#Milan #Italy #LUMIX #G3 #FUJIFILM #MothinLilac #MIL #GFX50R #Hnolulu #Mono #Chiba #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #gallery #Camera #collage #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #Nakagawa #artist #NY #Interview #Photograph #picture #Hawaii #take #write #novel #display #art #future #designfesta #Kawamura #Memorial #DIC #Museum #Fineart #川村記念美術館 #Manhattan #USA #London #UK #Paris #Kawamura

For insta

#川村記念美術館 #Manhattan #London #Paris #kawamura #Milan #MothinLilac #LUMIX #MIL #FUJIFILM #GFX50R #Honolulu #Fineart #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #Camera #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #artist #Photograph #picture #novel #Fineart #future #designfesta

For twitter

#NY #London #Paris #Milan #LUMIX #FUJIFILM #川村記念美術館 #写真 #Exhibition #Flickr #Camera #street #Hawaii #Honolulu #Mitsushiro #artist #Kawamura #designfesta #Fineart

#ミラノ #イタリア #カメラ #写真 #構図 #ニコン #Nikon #coolpix #クールピクス #ベニス #ユーロスター #Eurostar #シャッター #shutter #camera #photo #picture #千葉 #日本 #chiba #Japan #八街 #佐倉

For insta, twitter

#yachimata #chiba #japan #mono #selfportrait #exibition #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #日本 #展示 #川村記念美術館 #写真 #nikon #ニコン #iphone11pro

#yachimata #chiba #japan #mono #honolulu #exhibition #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #日本 #展示会 #川村記念美術館 #ハワイ #写真 #アップル #shotoniphone #ホノルル #ワイキキ

#yachimata #chiba #japan #monochrome #honolulu #exhibition #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #日本 #展示 #川村記念美術館 #ハワイ #カメラ #富士フィルム #gfx50r #lumix #パナソニック #アップル #shotoniphone #ホノルル #ワイキキ #写真 #成田 #空港 #airport #narita #applecar #airpodspro #AR

#yachimata #chiba #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #川村記念美術館 #富士フィルム #hawaii #applecar #ハワイ #空港 #airport #gfx50r　

#yachimata #chiba #japan #monochrome #honolulu #exhibition #hawaii #kawamuramemorialdicmuseumofart #八街 #千葉 #展示 #川村記念美術館 #ハワイ #富士フィルム #アップル #shotoniphone #applecar #airpodspro

補足です！！

６月２０現在、ダイエット始めた５月中旬からだいたい６キロ以上減量しちゃいました。

これはヤバイ😅 女子はやせすぎに気をつけてください。

やる気出すと、これ、どんどん減ります。

体だけでなく、精神も蝕まれるので、ぜったいに気をつけてくださいね！　😃

僕はそろそろやめますよ！！　😃

ユーチューブ、 3本、

更新しました😃

１　夏、カミング、ダイエット😃

youtu.be/9PhesNZaxaU

高校卒業時まで、体重を落とした話。

カロリーメイトで４．４キロ痩せました😃