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I like this Eliavah sci-fi outfit so much, that I just had to do another one (in black & silver this time)... so here's our Borg Queen doing her usual schtick...and don't let that smile fool you...she's BRUTAL... Afterall,
Resistance...
is...
FUTILE.
and here's another version done by my very talented friend, Alles Klaar: www.flickr.com/photos/allesklaar/38560907041/in/dateposted/
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Model: Skye McLeod Fairywren
Bento Mesh Head: LeLutka Chloe
Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya Lara
Skin Applier: YS&YS
Hair: Zion Rebirth by EMO-tions
Hairbase: Just Magnetized 16 (omega)
Ensemble: Ensemble (incl. Lightspeed Chaser boots, Brute Justice arm piece, Cephalon bodysuit shown in Black {RARE} ) from The Epiphany (gacha machine is now in the store) by Eliavah
Shiny Ears: Swallow
Glitter Face Makeup (B&W), Microphone Eyes by E.V.E.
Body Tatt: Metallic Lunar by Izzie's
Hy-dr4 Augment (animated; texture HUD) by [Contraption]
Borg Eyepiece: Soviet Cybernetics
-The Police "Driven to Tears"
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKox6Y7QjdI
How can you say that your not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction?
What should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existence is reduced
To a shallow, meaningless party
Seems that when some innocents die
All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
Too many cam'ras and not enough food
Cause this is what we've seen
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
Protest is futile
Nothing seems to get through
What's to become of our world?
Who knows what to do?
Driven to tears
Driven to tears
This scenario has repeated over and over for the past several years. A juvenile Cooper’s hawk will land on the backyard fence, and the grey squirrels seem to consider it to be an opportunity to play a game of chicken. A squirrel will approach the hawk until it is within inches. In previous years the hawks would just stare or even turn their heads and ignore the harassment, but this year’s young hawk tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to nab a squirrel.
At times, reading the value of a resistor requires some skills, figuring out the meaning of the colored rings.
For example, Brown, Red, Green, Gold stands for 1, 2, 5 (5 zeroes), 10, that is: 1'200'000 Ohm or 1.2MΩ, with a tolerance of +/-10%.
For other parts, where place is not an issue, the value can be written in plain text.
Especially if you get the teeny-tiny meow that often comes with this classic Louis-look. His Royal Handsomeness is all about the love :-)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqnZPHo6qx4
I was dreaming of another world
Where the earth would be round
Where the moon would be blond
And life would be fertile
I was in a deep sleep
I did not see straight anymore
I dreamed reality
My reality
I was dreaming of another earth
That would remain a mystery
An earth less down to earth
Yes I wanted to screw it all
I was walking with my eyes closed
I could no longer see my feet
I dreamed reality
My reality pinned me to my bed
I was dreaming of our world
And the earth is round alright
And the moon is so blond
Tonight the shadows of the world are dancing
For having been dreaming it motionless
It found me quite futile
But when budging made it turn
My reality forgave me.
(the shadows of the world are dancing)
Hello !!
Another Monday and another double challenge. This time we have a red day at Color my World Daily and a “Sweet or Savoury” day at Marco Mondays. So, it will be a sweet red day for me!
So, what is red and sweet??? I have 3 words for you: chocolate dipped strawberries.
And who’s the best person to make chocolate dipped strawberries? Red Lady of course! Not only she loves to eat them, but she enjoys the making process and she is truly amazing at it! She can make chocolate dipped strawberries anywhere … she has every ingredient in her purse… and also she has a very convenient camping heater with a small propane tank (just enough to heat some chocolate or provoke a small to medium impact explosion…which we don’t want to see of course !!!).
Red Lady even made her famous chocolate dipped strawberries on the subway! Yes, there was this major outage during a morning rush hour… The subway was temporarily out of order and everyone had to wait inside the wagon according to instructions coming from the megaphones.
So Red Lady, decided to set up her foldable picnic table (which is always in her purse), her propane heater was ready in no time! She melted some dark chocolate (again from her purse…dark chocolate is a must in every ladies’ purse !! And the older you get, more dark chocolate and wine you need to carry in your purse !!) and put some strawberries on the folding table. It was a beautiful setup with the red tablecloth (which she had in her purse). She had only a 10 gallon basket of strawberries that day but it was enough for all the people on the subway wagon ! And of course, it was the only wagon on which people stayed the whole time and followed instructions! In fact, no want wanted to get off when arriving at their station.
Chocolate dipped strawberries were a huge success that day! And 43 people never came to work on that particular Monday morning. Everyone called in sick…which was a lie but who can blame them? Resisting chocolate dipped strawberries is futile….it is like resisting The Borg on Start Trek….
Happy Macro Mondays and Happy Color My World Daily to all participants!!!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts / positive vibes!! It is truly appreciated! Have a great day and see you soon!!
I had a good home but I left
I had a good home but I left, right, left
That big fucking bomb made me deaf, deaf
Tom Waits - Hell Broke Luce - PLAY
Hope For Peace
There is hope for peace,
Even though it seems to look slim.
There is hope for peace,
If your trust and faith are not dim.
Though hopelessness may surround you,
The mighty struggle will always be there,
But with the perseverance of the advocates,
They will guide and encourage you with care.
Just when you thought peace was futile
And lost faith and confidence in everything,
The vociferous peace seekers are beside you -
Messages of peace and harmony they bring,
And you'll know assurance and the saga of peace,
For the determined struggle will never depart,
And the driving force will not lie dormant,
Always striving for peace and doing your part.
by Joseph T. Renaldi Friday, January 25, 2008
Edam
The most obvious association with the name 'Edam' is 'cheese'. For centuries the well-known round Edam cheeses have been sent from this litte town to all corners of the world.
The cheese market, once again restored to its place of honor, is enacted weekly during the summer months. And nearby cheese warehouses keep alive the memory of a colourful post. There are also the cheese farms in the area of Edam en Volendam. However, Edam is more than cheese.
Edam is a city with a rich history. It began in the 12th century, when farmers and fishermen settled along the little Ye river. With that 'Yedam' was a fact.
This primitive settlement developed into an increasingly prosperous town well into the 17th century. Shipbuilding played an important role in this growth.
Once Edam had a great number of ship yards building many famous ships. A good example is the 'Halve Maan' (Half Moon), the ship that the Englishman Henry Hudson sailed in 1609 when attempting to discover a northern route to the East Indies.
A futile attempt in fact, because he stranded on the island of Manhattan! Beside shipbuilding, commerce was a major contributor to the thriving development of Edam.
Together with Amsterdam, Hoorn and Enkhuizen, Edam was one of the most important commercial towns in Holland.
Today Edam is a town with authentic 17th century architecture, convincing proof of its rich past. When walking along the old streets and quiet canals, one can easily imagine how it must have been in a Dutch town centuries ago.
Sunset at Polo Beach, Maui, Hawai'i
Milestones
Caught between the past and now
Torn by who I was,
and who I want to be
Too much buried, held within
the silence deep inside
A life adrift
Trying to remember
how to dream
Hoping there to find what’s real,
beneath the layers of me
Empty years are not enough,
they beg to be redeemed
A futile search for wisdom
in so many yesterdays
Sifting through the cracked and broken
pieces of the past
Echoes of those memories
chase ghosts within the walls
While tomorrow tries to whisper hope
of songs to still be sung
Note:
The words in the poem are mine, but the title of the post comes from this song, which was an 'anthem' of sorts for my friends and I in high school, and even all these MANY years later is still a favorite of mine. Although it resonates much differently now than it did back then...
Full Credits and Additional pictures in Blog: baladevajournal.wordpress.com/2021/04/16/resistance-is-fu...
Straight but, as you can see, rather undulating Derbyshire road leading to Black Rocks and Bole Hill.
When taken at, ahem, a spirited pace, particularly on an R1, each crest becomes an exercise in front wheel elevation (wheelie to you squire).
Alas, such dumbass antics are, of necessity, consigned to fading memory.
Anyways, less of my maudlin ramblings and more of my forthcoming annual fiesta that is my b’day.
Nov 10 if you must know, when I shall be two years within reach of the big 7 zero.
Now if any of you kind souls out there feel the urge to present me with a Leica Monochrome and Noctilux 50mm f0.95 for said momentous event feel free to Dm me for delivery details 😉
Rob has lent me his DA*300 to play with. This was taken at the minimum distance of 1.4mts!
Makes me think I'll be eating out of dumpsters soon.
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
(Ted Hughes)
This one is deeply personal, Hope you like it
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDpEBMHRp4g
Behold this man on the road
The burden that he holds
He lost it all but still he carries on
The dead are left behind
On the road of pain and grief
Promises have been broken
Once again he's been deceived
Homeless man he is
A wanderer without a hope
Why this heavy burden
What does he seek
Homeless man he is
Searching for his dreams
Why this heavy burden
Lost all his beliefs
The spirit roams
Behold today the face of this man
He smiles now as he knows
His burden starts to slowly fade away
He laughs at himself
Now it's easy to let go
Of futile and the needless
To let it lie, to let it go
This juvenile European Starling made a lengthy and perhaps futile effort at preening. We do not feed starlings deliberately, We post signs telling them so.
Still, juvenile antics look cute. I am posting this on this mostly macro account because of anti-starling emotions among North American birders. At least ones I encountered. Out here in the county and country, the starlings and redwings greeted us when we moved into the house.
Life is too short to worry about these feisty, aggressive birds.
Larger view: www.flickr.com/photos/jptimmons/49943133266/sizes/h/
held the view that it would "keep its place" and function primarily as a factotum to art. But this was both presumptuous and futile :-)
Aaron Scharf
HMM! Truth Matters!
narcissus, large cupped daffodil, 'Court Martial', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
The new comedy series will follow retired hotelier Basil Fawlty and his daughter as they purchase this dilapidated French chateau. Over the course of twelve episodes, the show will document their valiant, but futile efforts to restore the 500-year-old property.
In the first episode, Basil decides to re-wild the adjoining estate with a large herd of European bison, while his daughter launches a business that caters to British hen and stag parties. What can possibly go wrong?
(These are just some suggestions for the creative team. They will have their own much funnier ideas, no doubt!)
Imagined in Midjourney with additional work in Photoshop.
Texture from dog ma. Thank you.
Февраль короткий месяц,
Лишь двадцать восемь дней.
Его наверно бесит,
Что март его длинней.
Его конец уж близок,
Денечки сочтены.
Сердит зимы огрызок,
От близости весны.
То холодом, то вьюгой,
Февраль весне грозит.
Заснеженной округой,
Пугает паразит.
Подобно волку воет,
Страдая от тоски.
Снегами землю кроет,
Взяв в зимние тиски.
Напрасные потуги,
Весне уже дан старт.
Под вой февральской вьюги,
Наступит скоро март...Владимир Плотников.................................February is a short month,
only twenty-eight days.
It probably pisses him off,
This march is longer.
His end is too close,
The days are numbered.
Angry Winter Stub,
From the proximity of spring.
Cold, blizzard,
February threatens spring.
The snow-covered area
scares the parasite.
How the wolf howls,
suffering from longing.
It covers the ground with snow,
gripping in a winter vise.
Futile attempts,
spring has already begun.
Under the howl of a February blizzard
, March will soon come...Vladimir Plotnikov..
Took a ride out in the desert to see if any wildflowers were blooming, it was a futile trip but it was a nice day and felt good to get out and off the pavement. The subject is never supposed to be centered but wanted to show the terrain the road is in, took several shots with the road in the “proper” area of the photo but this centered one won out so the rule was set aside, oh well, have been known to break a few rules
There are a few things I particularly like about the middle of winter here. Firstly, and perhaps most obviously is how quiet it is down on the beach. Not a bucket and spade in sight. On days like this, especially when the tide is receding, you can take your time without fear of your sandscapes being blighted by all and sundry. The light is almost never harsh, and the golden hour arrives at a very agreeable time. You can be comfortably home for tea without your stomach beginning to complain of neglect. And on a Friday you can tie it in nicely with five a side at the local leisure centre, which kicks off at six on the dot. Plenty of time to shoot until darkness falls, before getting changed in the car and heading off to the game.
And there's another good thing about this time of year. Because not only can you shoot throughout the entire day, but the light often brings plenty of atmosphere, with soft diffused sunshine and a blue hour that glows for a surprising length of time. Today brought one of those unexpected afternoons when glorious post sunset pinks bounced off wet sand in the fading light, encircling the lighthouse in a colourful frame. Not for the first time in recent visits I'd chosen this spot beneath the lifeguard's hut, where the beach is trapped between the rocks to the east and the place where the Red River makes its final yards over cobbles on the sand and into the ocean to the west. Behind you a twenty metre high cliff wall, and before you the endless sea. It's a place where the tide likes to charge in between the rocks, rattling pebbles and wiping the sand clean as it goes. You can be standing on top of a rock and suddenly you'll be surrounded by water before it rushes back out with a furious swirl. It's quite a liberating experience, which is ironic considering your momentary imprisonment. Fine on an outgoing tide, but not really recommended at the opposite end of the cycle. Not unless you don't mind sitting in the darkness with your teeth chattering away for a few hours anyway.
I'm often torn when I come here in December. Spoiled for choice. The lighthouse is of course the obvious subject, but in the opposite direction, there's a permanent soft filmy cloud of spray hanging in the air as you gaze over the long sandy stretch that leads down to and beyond the Hayle estuary. When it catches the light, resistance is futile. You can sit on the dunes or head down to the beach below the Towans with the long lens and make merry with these perfect conditions. Get a gull or two racing low over the waves and you'll be a very happy clacker indeed. By the time darkness falls you haven't even really noticed that the lighthouse has been completely ignored again.
But of course it's not as if the lighthouse has been towed away. There isn't a big sign on the island saying “Don't bother pointing the camera this way because it's more interesting in the opposite direction. Come back in April!” The lighthouse is still here, waiting for the pilgrims to come and set their tripods before it in homage. And on this particular Friday afternoon, with the tide on the way out, it was the perfect time to shoot in both directions, to the East and West and out to sea as well. I used to be obsessed with separation, always wanting to isolate the lighthouse on the island and surround them with the sea. Not so much now though. This was a good time to keep on pushing; to see what else might work. It opens up a whole new world of possibilities here. And when the post sunset colours pour across the darkening sky from west to east and spread vivid reflections over the sand, well that helps a lot too. By the time I arrived back at the car, the night was almost black, but it was only a few minutes after five. Daylight is a precious commodity in deepest December. Finding moments like this make it all worthwhile.
If you want this house to appear straight you have to tilt your head to the side. Which side you tilt it to depends on if you are right handed or left handed, which is your dominant eye, whether or not you are standing or sitting and if you live in an area of high elevation.
You will see that I chose this house because the owner was particular about his electricity. He has wires running in the windows and onto the porch roof. Maybe he was trying to connect his satellite dish, which would be futile because the bush is blocking the signal.
I think it is abandoned, but there was a no trespassing sign. The story of my life! HWW
I was trying to get shots of the Common Water Snake the other day. I see movement a big greenish blob in the water, it is a Snapping Turtle, next thing I see it moving towards a unsuspecting Water snake going about its snake business. The Turtle nabs the snake right in the middle of its body, it flailed around struggling to get free from the jaws of hungry reptile. All efforts were futile, I felt bad for snakey but a Turtles gotta eat and I was thankful it wasnt one of the ducklings that I sometimes see there. :)
Perfectionist
What does the perfectionist do
When they realize
Perfection
Is an illusion.
When everything they've strived for
Is rendered
Futile.
All for not.
When there's nothing left
To achieve
The only thing to do
Is give up.
A Jay is seen in this photo taken down at Ian's hide. You can see that not only was it raining heavily but the Jay was struggling with the rain and was caught shaking itself in a futile attempt to dry out a little. Maybe I could have done with a quicker exposure but then I wouldn't have caught the blur of the rain as well.
This long abandoned northern Illinois farmhouse was the scene of my first rural abandonment explore oh so many years ago.It's slow descent to the "dark side" has continued unabated.But it still exudes a sense of grace as it decays,and I'm sure will be the subject of many pics in the future...
The discoverer of this great place,Aces & Eights Photography,gave it the intriguing name of the "Never be nervous again house".That was based on the title of a self help book found in the grand living room. I would imagine the old girl is a little more than nervous now,she is in downright pain....
Will's extensive set on this iconic location...
www.flickr.com/photos/acesandeightsphotography/albums/721...
The Waning....
The sun was setting over Heart Lake; the sun dipping below the distant horizon splintering into a thousand shards of broken light; cascading over the tree tops and blazing a trail across the landscape in a futile attempt to slow down the encroaching night.
Inevitably the darkness fell and extinguished the last lingering light of the common day... Only to rise again on the other side of night.
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Church of the Hills, Los Angeles, California The Church of the Hills. A replica of the 18th century meeting house in Portland, Maine, attended in his youth by America’s best-loved poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. One of his earliest poems was written in a futile attempt to save it from demolition in 1824. This church was built from a carpenter’s model made at that time. Forest Lawn, Hollywood Hills, Los Angeles, California. Vintage postcard is unused and in good condition.
“I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909
Continuing the series of "ugly" pictures with the same comment:
Without any intention to offend anyone for the state of some houses, this series of ugly images is my desperate, probably futile attempt to save the architectural heritage that is already in such a state that her salvation is gone.
There is an old goat at my window-pane,
Standing upright in a frock-coat,
Somewhat earth-coloured and plain.
He is starring down at me ...
And the place where i have chosen to hide ...
In the futile attempt to dissolve ...
I discovered this cell as a child.
Some, monsters cannot be.. slain
Cherie the new rescued kitten tries to make friends with the thirteen year old Little Joey, who doesn't seem to be amused by her futile attempts.
He's actually vigorously thumping his tail when I took this snapshot, which meant that he's happy or agitated and his mood can swing either way.
I've known Joey long enough to know that he tolerates strangers like kittens but will challenge new adult mate cats - especially the ones that are not neutered.
Dusk Has Begun...
The sun was setting over Heart Lake; the sun dipping below the distant horizon splintering into a thousand shards of broken light; cascading over the tree tops and blazing a trail across the landscape in a futile attempt to slow down the encroaching night.
Inevitably the darkness fell and extinguished the last lingering light of the common day... Only to rise again on the other side of night.
Thank you for visiting for marking my photo as a favourite and for the kind comments,
Please do not copy my image or use it on websites, blogs or other media without my express permission.
© NICK MUNROE (MUNROE PHOTOGRAPHY)
You can contact me
by email @
karenick23@yahoo.ca
munroephotographic@gmail.com
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