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Was toy hunting after class the other day and found Shatterstar in a wallgreens! I had almost forgotten about him (was looking for sandman parts) but I did want another cool 90's X-person
I admit that I was just not that enthused about the solar eclipse. If my home had not been in the path of totality, I’m not sure that I would have even prepared or photographed this amazing event. That being said, the feelings of witnessing this event are hard for me to put into words.
As the moon completely engulfed the sun at 11:33 AM we could hear the cheers from distant neighbors, you could feel the temperature drop, we could see the stars, and well this is the hardest part to describe… there was just something that was deeply spiritual about the whole experience.
I am grateful that so many people had the opportunity to experience this event, that there were acts of kindness to those traveling from afar to see this first hand, and at least in our area, the weather could not have been better. There is something unifying in knowing that so many took the time to witness such a magnificent event of the heavens and I sincerely hope that it may possibly help us remember that we are all brothers and sisters living here on the 3rd rock from the sun.
Yesterday, I checked on the doves outside my second floor window...both the male and female were proudly watching over this single egg! It was the perfect photo until I went for my camera and the male promptly flew away. This is one proud and dedicated mother-to-be!
Captain Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly/Serenity.
Waited well over a year and a half since preorder for this fella to come out. The company had some issues, including one where they had to have the headsculpt redone by a different company because the first just didn't not meet expectations. They included both in the packaging. This one, the second one, is by far superior and was worth the wait.
The costume is quite lovely, too.
Definitely a few issues, but for their first release, I'm very pleased with this guy and so glad I didn't cancel.
Hazel and I had a wonderful time today. She is such a great squirrel and humble photo model ♥♥♥ (Squirrels-2019-8230.jpg)
I'm having some troubles with my camera's focusing and need to bring it into the shop. I had such a great hike last week with a gorgeous view and sky, but when I got home I was so disappointed in how soft all the photos were! :(
Oh well, I still think the movement in this one is really cool.
I'ma be what I set out to be
without a doubt undoubtedly
and all those who looked down on me
I'm tearin down your balcony
-Lyrics from the song, "Not Afraid" by Eminem
Photo captured via Minolta Minolta MD W.Rokkor-X 28mm F/2.8 Lens. In the city of Redmond. King County, Washington. Late October 2015.
Exposure Time: 0.8 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/16 * Bracketing: None
These artwork conflicts at times with our ideas of how art should look like; of how it meets the observer' s expectations. Clearly this art does not respond to the sciences of the Art Academies, does not imitate the real world, nor does it use conventional perspectives.
Mirit Ben-Nun transmits her inner world and its sounds, giving rise to an infinite number of artistic compositions, springs of dreams, an assortment of realities and perhaps her 'Unreality.
Her art is connected to her life and the real world, it is a back and forth between herself and the spectator. Her thoughts are expressed in a unique style and approach.
Mirit Ben-Nun's art usually exists independently of reality, she even dares to move it away. Her aggressiveness in the use of primary colors along with bright tones, reveal Her autonomy in relation to shapes. The lines, the points and the forms do not try to imitate reality but rather give each work a unique importance showing the emotional charge of the artist.The artist has a spirit of rebellion, new ideas, trying to overcome without seeking perfection, just looking for expression. Through her work she explores personal identity trying to redefine the art itself. Its purpose is to describe and illustrate or to reproduce the world and the nature of human civilization, focusing primarily on the dominant exposure of the expressive function.His art is made by an artist that reflects the complex problems that shape our diverse, global and rapidly changing world, trying to redefine art.
Dora Woda
ok ..I just can't help myself. This session was just so wonderful...I will probably be posting even more!
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Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you.
"Princess Diana"
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This is an SOOC shot !...
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CARRY is the topic for 7th September 2011
ODC3.
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Big belly @ studio Kameratoezicht Tilburg
Model: Bobbette
Camera: Sony SLT-A77V
Lens: DT 16-50mm F2.8 SSM
Strobist info:
One Hensel softbox high right behind camera
One Hensel snoot camera left
Please press "L" for better view! --> Highly recommended!
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АNNO 1971
...in personal approximation
and search of single quantum of freedom
to Exist, as personality of Individual, as being
me-Myself in all aspects as resonance
of binding positive emotions to be degraded
and trans-mutated from the norm
of being Human, and independent member of
Human race existed with out stated theorem,
or critical re-marks with out its collectively
dysfunctional chimera, object, model of named
sublimed such "persona incognito non-grata" -
I missed my train again, and run and run anew
through their vigilant totalitarian sharp eyes of the
control, dictating me and everyone including you,
in every fragmentary aspect that I can't,
and what I should, or must I do by their tyrannic
"Do!" command from Party far above, controlling ego,
brain, plus consciousness and Will in their armful
sweaty, hairy hands by digging, sorting and
Personality and Dreams, and reliability behavior
of Subject, by their model-built ability to smash
and kill, and such regime presents Commissars'
politically manifested force, its pointer, political
and total supervision and power to oppress,
to hold securely, suppress and to control
not only by the strength of my hands:
the most important to hold in iron vise the Will,
and brains, of mine and others, by bending
under their yoke, and breaking by a force
free moments and dynamics of free Will,
because:
"The Party is the Helmsman, and Honor
and Conscience" of all the People,
(which is the punch-line of Marxist manifesto!)
and to suppress me in their effort to be my-self,
by forcing by Decrees to think, to dance and
to express according "as bequeathed" by their
bloodies and greatest leaders at behest of
Karla-maxa, having shot a-mass, infected all
by Spanish-flu, and forcing mass to starve by
shortages of food, and mass-repressing entire
nation by iron-fist of "Red-Terror" under
convoy to underground mines and all Siberian taiga,
too-too! to deadly frozen Solovki, and Kolyma, and everywhere to omni-potent monstrous GULAG,
and each of bloody labor camps, exterminating life
as if at "Eastern Front", according to manifested
"quarantine" decrees, and totalitarian mandates
that deadly changed my Mother's life
and consciousness of her to Null-and-zero...
All those agitators, activists and party's leaders
being armed with Marxian indoctrination
against legality of Owners' capital to take away,
for which extortion I Per-se objected and gave up my citizenship by naivete for illusory Freedom to be my-self
in own volume of modest thoughts and Soul,
were running through the cinder Post-and-block, and
through rails and ways to history unfortunate in
its entirety to replicate "It-self", to move away from
history and set of lost ago in vanished Past initial,
abolished points been flowing from the basin "A" into arbitrary set of "B" inherent in stream off fluid where
eyes shaped these Water flocks, and rather
upon further fast attraction to alphabet
washed up me on the shores of flooded,
but still bucolic Vienna already prematurely
aborted and deserted without crowd and
without pillars in arms of euphoria of jubilation
and Yugends, Folks, and such enthusiastic
as it never happened before, almost emptiness,
approaching Spring has been already swept
away a remnant snow from so shiny pavements
with admiration raged, forgetting firmly ringing
echo of horseshoes and steps-chased by
lacquered boots from such unknown always
returning cycle "Again"...
And many trees by losing their leaves spelled
uttered silent whisper "I'm sorry ..." for those
years that have passed since sad resentment,
however, all fat muzzles were devoured, growing
as it should be, two hanging navels, almost like
ham in color of their shiny eyes, showcases,
and counters with "pillar-to-eat", deserted
streets without helpful taxis-cabs,
without marching nurses and rallies with poster:
"I want to live like my Dear-Soviet nurse!"
brainwashed by propaganda off,
O, you F...en-naive-Ladies! for my three
grosh-a-pennies, yes! for a salary at night
emergent over-loaded rooms by pain
were brought in shifts to Ob-Gyn floor at midnight
by "miscarriage-patients" full-filled all night by
unfortunate poor predominantly working-class
young Females from all the outskirts of One-million
city in my forgotten days - they brought all those from
exhaustive overwork, and losing lives of premature
life-less macerated fetuses, and endless repetition
of tragic losses was also communal Soviet way of
communistic Life, the only thing perhaps
"uniquely fair", and so roams pain raking
tribute to Marxist regime from Near Mills
"to-opposite" behind the fence and cemetery's
gates without an escort, along the graves
without "Peace" ...
But in that Vienna stood a market with
all essential for me The Books, on Lingos far
before my birthday lost-forgotten, and from
the Soviet period hunger ripples to this day
stands before my eyes,
but there was no penny to dive into the revelry
of the abundance of pages still unread...
Additionally, there is exists a first impression.
almost invisible as feeling, rather an epiphany,
from first firmness of independent steps,
even before of reading all the whiteness of
folios, and pages, and other things, as pledge
of my foundation upon the Snow-First of virgin
in the midst of fright! of course delight that
foot of mine steps upon so firmly on something
covered with thick and many! white! by childish
standards still subject to transmutation by
energies of Hope emitted
through thousands of days of expectation,
that fundamentally intrinsic a-la dim Dream
between initial and current, but still a Dream...
Yes, the sum of expectations still old and left
in similarity of sled about mountain from
those Past remaining since, as if in depths upon
Neuronal bundles and transmitters conducting
impulses to cortex Consciousness formation,
and within the Cortex and structures deep
between admitted that I am only a particle
of Your majestic Greatness,
and in the miserliness of this phenomenon
does not diminish belongings and flesh
and crumbs the course of thought
to realize my-Self just as elementary particle...
(Night-Shift-ER-Gyn-Obs, 1971 начато, 2022 доработано, неокончено)
I really don't know a lot about night time sky photography... but the results from some attempts on the weekend turned out OK.... the light from the horizon created some nice complimentary colouring.... if you look closely you can see three meteors....
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