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Exploiting the food in our kitchen.
Lighting: Lit with a YN560-III in a 24 inch soft box at camera left, and another YN560-III in an 8.6 inch Lastolite soft box at camera right. The lights were to the side and slightly pointed towards the center. I wanted side lighting for the shadows that define shapes and textures. The strobes, in manual mode, were adjusted until I got the look I wanted. I converted the image to black and white using Nik Software's Silver Efex Pro 2.
Other black and white images that I've attempted can be seen in my Black And White Album.
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Together we’re building a new identity ecosystem, a globally recognized universal biometric ID blockchain system. It will be a biometric smartchip ID that will be tracked worldwide by AI to solve the 17 sustainable development goals.
The Mark of the Beast is a Certification Mark of authentication (the new global standard), affirming that all who are involved with this new global biometric digital ID blockchain are compliant with the core principles of the 17 Sustainable Development goals, which have been adopted by all the United Nations Member States. No one will be able to buy or sell or do anything in society without this Certification Mark. This Mark will now become mandatory for all. Without it, you will be arrested.
Through the means of a microchip implant we will be able to eradicate human trafficking (we cause the crisis, and then we offer you the solution). Every kind of supposed virtuous cause will be exploited to promote the 666 Beastchip. Climate change…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. Refugees…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. Human rights…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. Fight poverty…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah. For the sake of equality, inclusiveness, and sustainability…take the smartchip…blah, blah, blah.
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06/04/08
Hm. Day 100.
Not sure where time has gone.
At the same time....I was all excited about making it 100 days (gracefully or not) and a lovely co-worker was kind enough to point out
"You're not even one-third of the way."
Hmmph. Aaaaaannnd now I'm making my pensive face.
Bah. I'm still here, so apparently, I'm stayin'.
P.S. Alternate here. ................and this one HAS candid bra straps. Dammit, now I'm like, all super conscious of them!!!!!!!
Ville médiévale de Largentière (Ardèche)
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Ile de Porquerolles (Région PACA - Var)
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Marine reserves constitute a specific measure that contributes to achieving a sustained exploitation of resources of fishing interest, establishing specific protection measures in delimited areas of traditional fishing grounds.
The effect of a marine reserve is manifested by a significant recovery of the fishing grounds in which it is inserted due to the dispersion of the species whose reproduction has been protected in it.
The seabed of the Isla Hormigas Cabo de Palos Marine Reserve is in incredible health, in this area artisanal fishing coexists with the recreational activity of recreational diving, both are compatible and the result is that divers can enjoy the best diving in the Mediterranean and one of the best in the world and fishermen benefit from a very abundant fishing ground.
There are 12 Marine Reserves in Spain and there should be more. In this photo we can see two of the most characteristic specimens of the area, the Goldblotch grouper and the Dusky grouper.
Photo taken in the Marine Reserve of Cabo de Palos (Murcia-Spain).
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Las reservas marinas constituyen una medida específica que contribuye a lograr una explotación sostenida de los recursos de interés pesquero, estableciendo medidas de protección específicas en áreas delimitadas de los caladeros tradicionales.
El efecto de una reserva marina se manifiesta por una recuperación significativa de los caladeros en los que está inserta por efecto de la dispersión de las especies cuya reproducción se ha protegido en la misma.
Los fondos de la Reserva Marina de Isla Hormigas Cabo de Palos, goza de una salud increíble, en esta área conviven la pesca artesanal con la actividad lúdica del buceo recreativo, ambas son compatibles y el resultado es que los buceadores podemos disfrutar del mejor buceo del Mediterráneo y uno de los mejores del mundo y los pescadores se benefician de un caladero muy abundante.
En España hay 12 Reservas Marinas y debería haber más.
En esta foto podemos ver dos de los ejemplares mas caracteristicos de la zona el Goldblotch grouper y el Dusky grouper.
Foto tomada en la Reserva Marina de Cabo de Palos (Murcia-España).
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The Carreau Wendel Museum is the museum of the Wendel-Vuillemin coal pit, in Petite-Rosselle on the Saarland, Lorraine border. Though often in Germany, since 1945 it has been in Moselle department France.
The museum is an Anchor point on the European Route of Industrial Heritage.
The Wendel 1 pit was closed in 1989, Wendel 2 in 1992 and Wendel 3 in 2001. The first piece of coal was mined in Petite-Rosselle in June 1856, at the Saint-Charles pit. These pits are in France but surrounded on three sides by the national border with Germany. Several pits were dug between 1862 and 1889: Wendel 1, Wendel 2, Vuillemin 1 and Vuillemin 2. Emile Vuillemin was the consulting engineer for Charles de Wendel and Georges Hainguerlot's company- Compagnie Anonyme des Mines de Stiring. The coal produced was primarily used to fire the Wendel steelworks. The company became - Les Petits-fils de François de Wendel et Cie in 1889.
After the Second World War, the government required the industry to triple the Lorraine coal production within ten years. In the 1946 nationalising, the Wendel assets were assigned to public company Houillères du bassin de Lorraine. The Wendel 3 pit was dug in 1952, and in 1958 was equipped with the new wash house 3. The Wendel 1 and 2 pits were modernised and equipped with new headframes. After 1960, the coal recession hit: the company modernised wash house 1-2 in 1962 by creating a new module on top of the former wash house, adapted to the existing equipment. Operations and investment continued up until 1986 when central activities ceased. Some infrastructure continued to be used up until 1989 serving other pits in the Wendel franchise.
The museum is presented in several section. The simple tour shows the life of the miner and the hazardous working conditions. There is then an opportunity to take a guide tour down the workings seeing the machinery current when the last deep mine in France closed in 2004. There is an AM 100 heading machine, G210 electro-hydraulic loader, Electra 2000 shearer and ANF winning machine, roof supports etc.
Modèle : Irisbus Citelis 12
n°353 - ligne 11
Exploitant : Transdev Saint Étienne
Réseau : STAS
Lieu photo : Saint Étienne
The LJ-937, also named Wormhole explorer, was the first exploration ship built to exploit a gravity well generator to travel trough space. It was able to fold the universe and dig a hole from one place to another, hence decreasing greatly the travel time needed.
It's mission was to travel to unexplored planets and scan them to detect life form or exploitable resources.
There was a theory that linked the Octan corporation to the development of the LJ-937 and took advantage of the mission's finding to get their hands on usefull resources. Since the research on the gravity well generator and the funding of the missions were done using public funds, some people started to ask for the space police to investigate. Hark Mamil, the famous opposant to the Octan Corporation, officially complained to the authorities and a trial was planned. He disappeared two days before the chosen date...
Championnat du monde des rallyes - 9ème du Tour de Corse 1984
(Corse mai 1984)
Epreuve spéciale n°16
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Réseau: Sillages
Exploitant: Moventis Pays de Grasse
Numéro de parc: 14002
Ligne: Centifolia
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Valence
Réseau 🎫 : Citéa
Exploitant 📋 : Transdev Valence
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Toit d'une ferme laitière de la vallée de la Matapédia vue derrière une petite colline recouverte de luzerne (Lac-au-Saumon, Bas-Saint-Laurent, Québec, Canada).
The Santomera dam was designed and built with the main purpose of its serving as a defence for the Vega Baja del Segura against the disastrous floodings of the Santomera and Abanilla wadis.
The Project for the dam formed part of the “Project for the retention and exploitation of floodwaters of the Ramblas de Santomera and Abanilla, by means of the Santomera reservoir and as flood protection of the Vega Baja del Segura”, which was drawn up by the Confederación Hidrográfica del Segura in August 1950.
General view of Santomera reservoir
Due to the characteristics of the materials of the foundations and the abutments (especially the left bank abutment), important seepage occurred, although it was decided not to tackle this problem on account of the exclusive use of the reservoir for the purpose of flood abatement.
Later, in 1986, and regarding the possibility of using the reservoir to store waters from the Tagus-Segura Distribution Canals, the “Impermeabilization of the left embankment of the Santomera reservoir (05/86)” was drawn up, and injections and surface treatments were carried out from the existing inspection gallery.
These works were carried out, although seepage continued (but to a lesser extent following the treatments carried out) until nearby quarrying was ceased, since its explosions had been causing vibrations which were incompatible with the sealing of the left bank of the massif. Once the explosions ceased, seepage gradually decreased and finally disappeared completely..
Nevertheless, today the reservoir cannot be used as a regulating reservoir of the Distribution Canals on account of the high salinity of the waters proceeding from Rambla Salada which are stored in the reservoir.
This environmental conditioning means that the reservoir cannot be used for irrigation purposes, being used exclusively for flood abatement.
Santomera dam, made of mass concrete with a straight ground plan, has only one characteristic cross section. It comprises 14 blocks separated by concertina expansion joints every 15.00 m. Its total length at the crest is 205.79 m, with a width of 4.00 m on the latter. The total height is 51.50 m above its foundations.The total volume of cement used for the main dam was 103,212.463 m³ and 25,583.369 m³ for the stilling basin.
The crest of the dam is situated at a height of 101.50 and it has a 3.00 metre wide road which is protected by concrete paving. Two pavements 0.50 metres wide run along both sides of the road. Both upstream and downstream, the crest is protected on both sides by concrete parapet walls which are 40 cm high and 54 cm wide, on which railings have been installed, made of 100 mm diameter metal tubes.The lowest level of the foundations is 50.00 m, with the bed at this point situated at 64.50 m. The average thickness of the foundations is therefore 14.50m.
The body of the dam houses a network of inspection and drainage galleries, on two levels, with their corresponding communicating stairways.
"Backwash"
Rivière Douchanbinka, Douchanbé (Asie Centrale - Tadjikistan)
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HMS Exploit is an Archer-class (or P2000) patrol vessel of the British Royal Navy, built in Woolston by Vosper Thornycroft and commissioned in 1988.[1][2] She is assigned to the Royal Navy Coastal Forces Squadron, carrying out a range of activities both in the U.K. and overseas.
Pictured here operating in the Solent, off Portsmouth, Hampshire UK
"Express Wedding"
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls
by henry Longfellow Thank you Andrew
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
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(Texturas logradas con distintos filtros de PS.)
Intending to exploit an ICM while tripod mounted? Get your head level before you start, unless you like curves, that is...
Tripod-mounted (Dah!) & wearing a Kood .9 ND grad. Pretty heavy crop because there were a lot of raindrops on the lens, but then this was taken on Newgale, where the West Wind makes its UK landfall.
Rohingya Refugees in Bangladesh: Limiting the Damage of a Protracted Crisis
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Rohingya Refugee Crisis Explained
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Six Years of Rohingya Refugee Crisis in Bangladesh: From Here to Where?
www.spf.org/apbi/news_en/b_240627.html
The Rohingyas are a Muslim minority from the North Rakhine State in western Burma. Over the past forty years, the Burmese government has systematically stripped over 1 million Rohingya of their citizenship. Recognized as one of the most oppressed ethnic groups in the world, the Rohingya are granted few social, economic and civil rights. They are subjected to forced labor, arbitrary land seizure, religious persecution, extortion, the freedom to travel, and the right to marry. Because of the abuse they endure in Burma, hundreds of thousands of Rohingya have fled Burma to seek sanctuary in neighboring Bangladesh. In the refugee camps along the south east coast where they settle, most are not recognized as refugees and are considered illegal economic migrants. Unwanted and unwelcome, they receive little or no humanitarian assistance and are vulnerable to exploitation and harassment. In recent years, the Rohingya have paid brokers to smuggle them by boat from Bangladesh to Malaysia and even beyond to Australia, sparking the attention of governments throughout the region.
The Association of Southeast Asian Nations (ASEAN) has confirmed that the statelessness of the Rohingya is not just a Burma-related problem, but a problem with larger regional implications.
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I leave you today with this photograph of my series on last August, an intense sunset in Pont d'en Gil, a spectacular natural bridge by the sea on a rocky breakwater on the cliffs of northern Menorca.
They were about five minutes in which the orange flooded everything, creating an incredible atmosphere.
On the technical side, say that I only used a neutral gradient three steps filter.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Tuesday. :)
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The exploits of Quick & Flupke, gamins de Bruxelles.
90 years ago, in 1930 (a year after Tintin), Hergé invented two ketjes Bruxellois, Quick & Flupke.
Though created by the same clear line that also made Tintin,
their adventures are more mischievous and less international.
They're mostly situated on the streets of the old Marolles neighbourhood
and somehow include outwitting police officer 15
or any other form of authority.
Our Super Heroes !
"Dry wood"
Col de Vergio (Niolo - Haute-Corse 2017)
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"End of holidays"
Gare de Modane (Vallée de la Maurienne - Savoie)
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Photo: Trams aux Fils.
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Prise le 11 août 2016
Motrice 5072
La ligne du Bienne Tauffelen Ins a été ouverte à l'exploitation en décembre 1916, à voie métrique sa longueur et de 21 Kilomètres.
Le Château Labégorce est un domaine composé de 70 hectares de vignes en appellation Margaux, dans la région de Bordeaux. Ce château est la propriété de la famille Perrodo depuis 1989. Il est situé entre les communes de Margaux et Soussans. Le second vin produit sur la propriété est Zédé de Labégorce, qui bénéficie de la même qualité de terroir.
Le vignoble de Labégorce est l'un des plus anciens de Margaux. L'existence de la « Maison Noble de La Bégorce » remonte à 1332. Des générations de seigneurs et cultivateurs se sont succédé pour façonner l'identité du domaine. En 1789, la propriété est morcellée en trois parties: Labégorce Margaux (dont le château, de style néoclassique, situé au cœur du vignoble de Margaux, est l'œuvre de l'architecte Corcelles), Labégorce Zédé et L'Abbé Gorsse de Gorsse. Deux cents après, Hubert Perrodo réussit le pari fou de la réunir, en acquérant Labégorce Margaux en 1989, L’Abbé Gorsse de Gorsse en 2002, et Labégorce-Zédé en 2005.
L'exploitation est dirigée depuis 2006 par sa fille Nathalie Perrodo qui, à la mort de son père, a pris la tête des Vignobles Labégorce (dont fait aussi partie le château Marquis d'Alesme Becker, 3e Grand Cru Classé de Margaux
A photograph can say so many things or nothing.
Sometimes the viewers want to see in it things which are not there...
It is important to know everything in order to have the capacity to form an opinion on what we see.
This picture belongs to the catalogue of our new collection.
Anand who became the icon model of what we are doing since several seasons is holding a woolen throw with aari embroideries influenced by the Mughals and the Rajputs styles.
It was shot a few days ago when it was really hot outisde, we went to the upper terrace of our office in order to use this amazing wall as a background.
Because of the heat we couldn’t stay for a long time, we had to be fast.
Maybe my friend was nude under the throw, maybe he was not; but it is not important.
This picture is made in order to attract your attention to what is behind this, what you can’t see.
There are many people there who manage to have a decent life because of the orders we get on those items, children go to school, families have medical care, amazing artcrafters carry on their work which was vanishing like handloom weavers, tailors, dyers, embroiderers,...
Everyone involved in this small industry in Varanasi (Benaras) belongs to several cultures, religions or castes and had many difficulties in their lives, all together they rely on this work in order to keep faith in a better life.
Anand is happy to make those pictures, he is the one who had the idea to pose for me, he became a kind of local hero but most of all he found out that he had the skill to be a model “even” if he has a dark skin complexion which is a cultural taboo in India.
Our publicity campaign is also a way to fight against colour skin discrimination.
I am sorry to have to explain to those who wrote to me that I am “exploiting poor” people in those series that there is no exploitation of anyone in this work.
However if I give a second thought maybe I am exploiting YOU, those who believe so, as in fact Anand never posed nude on the upper terrace which is surrounded by several buildings and therefore I had to use Photoshop to pretend that, but this is another topic...
(Throw style "LODHI" / RED HALO - Winter 09 -10)
Title inspired by Nina Simone.
(“...I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood”)
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"Borders Police"
Rencontre surprise au coucher du soleil (COTE D'OR)
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"Welcoming style"
(Vallée de Zillertal - Autriche)
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