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I don't know why I think she is a heartbreaker. A kind of Estella from Great Expectations or a Belle Dame Sans Merci. I'm still working on this room but wanted to take advantage of the first day of sun in over a week to take some photos of Nayumi.
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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)
Not completely up to my expectations, but I still couldn't help buying her. The detailing on the dress, and articulation made it a little easier. She is still very (if not excatly) similar to the JCPenny version.
The shinyness of her face is a little off putting, but there were a few that weren't that bad. I also liked that her hair was a little fluffed out, makes her forehead a little less pronounced. XD
I had an idea I really wanted to try of athletes bursting into pieces. Luckily a friend of mine, and personal trainer, was wanting some shots to help promote herself. She was up for doing something a little different. This is the first photo I've done. More to follow. (more to follow)
Everything was shot with a white seamless as the background and floor. I have a softbox on each side pointing toward the background. The key light is one 48" octabox pointed at the model at about 45 degrees and slightly down. I positioned a bare canon speedlight on the opposite side of the key light. Its slightly behind the model and aimed directly at her to add some highlights.
Fast flowing River Trent at Stoke Bardolph, extremely close to breaking its banks.
Stoke Bardolph, Nottinghamshire.
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No Group Awards/Banners, thanks
She'll only break your heart, it's a fact. And even though I warn you, even though I guarantee you that the girl will only hurt you terribly, you'll still pursue her. Ain't love grand?
Winter morning 0645, rather cool and these four anglers were off to try their luck. July is the month when traditionally trillions of sardines migrate up the KZN coast of Southern Africa, this year they did start the run but very few shoals came in close to the shore. I'll try again next year!
Memorable Quotes From Oliver Twist
Workhouse Boy: [Woken by boy pacing back an forth] Tom, give it a rest will ya? We're trying to sleep.
Hungry Boy: Can't sleep. Too hungry.
Workhouse Boy: We're all hungry.
Hungry Boy: Yeah, but I'm scared.
Workhouse Boy: Scared? Of What?
Hungry Boy: I'm so hungry I'm scared I might eat the boy that sleeps next to me.
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread - Charles Dickens
Another from a beautiful maternity session a couple weeks ago. Just about everything went right for this session and we were so happy to come away with so many gorgeous images. See the entire shoot at our website, www.am-photography.smugmug.com.
This photo is part of my "Single in December 2013" Collection. The complete set can be found at www.flickr.com/photos/rensehaveman/sets/72157638246242726...
In the Netherlands, we celebrate the name day of St. Nicolas, on the 6th of December. The fifth is 'pakjesavond', where we give gifts, accompanied by silly poems about the good, and bad!, side of the receiver... St. Nicolas is the somehow more serious 'ancestor' of Senile Santa....
Gear info:
Rolleiflex 2.8F 6x6 - Model K7F; year 1965.
Taking Lens: Carl Zeiss Planar 1:2.8 / 80mm
Finder Lens: Heidosmat 1:2,8 / 80mm
Rolleinar 2
Kodak TRI-X
f/2.8, 1/60 sec
Location: Varaždin, Croatia
WEEK 53 – Cordova Super Target Final Day, Set VI
Our look at the left-side entrance to the store shows even more boarded-up glass (almost apocalyptic, no?), and removed signage. Not even much of a labelscar on this side, at least not when you compare it to the previous two pics. Of course, it’s also possible my phone simply didn’t capture it that well.
The building still has a very nice design, and as I wrote earlier in this album, I always liked its architecture. But seeing it in this state is just sorta surreal. The boards threw me for a loop; I was not expecting that. I don’t know about you, but for me they immediately change the tone of this scene, and not for the better. :(
(c) 2020 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)
You can not cross the sea by simply looking at the water. Do not delude yourselve with vain hopes.
(Rabindranath Tagore Indian poet and playwright, Nobel Prize in Literature 1913).
Δεν μπορείς να διασχίσεις τη θάλασσα αν απλώς κοιτάς το νερό.Μην βαυκαλίζεσαι με μάταιες ελπίδες.
(Rabindranath Tagore Ινδός ποιητής και θεατρικός συγγραφέας, Νόμπελ Λογοτεχνίας 1913)
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We’ll be entering the store on the left-hand side this time (as before). This is my attempt at an extreme close-up of the “Expect more. Pay less.” tagline above the corresponding vestibule. I wasn’t happy that it came out off-center like this, so I didn’t post it before. But it wound up being the only such close-up I got, so here it is :P
SuperTarget (now closed) // 475 N Germantown Parkway, Cordova, TN 38018
(c) 2019 Retail Retell
These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)