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i wanted to do photo like this : ruffledblog.com
but it turns out like this :( fail :(
anybody help????
I think I'm going to submit this to Fail blog!
LOLz this is for you Justin.
Taken at the NY Toy Fair at the Jacob Javits Convention Center, NYC.
More to come...I'll catch up with everyone real soon!
FAIL :)
(Lajos! nem mentegetőzni szeretnék, de kicsit megzavarta a 30 képről való gondolkodásomat ez az eset. Egy pár napot szeretnék csúszni:)
It takes us a small amount of time driving through Denver before we reach Silas Greene's manor. He does not speak at all, just looks out of his window silently. I feel somewhat exposed sitting next to him without my human façade, but since he does not seem fazed, I remain calm too.
Greene's manor was just on the outskirts of the city, and it does not fail in showing off his wealth and power in the slightest. The building was incredibly grand; made up of several spiralling towers and vast hallways.
I take a moment to observe the manor in all it's grandeur. If he was really telling the truth about being a collector of alien artefacts, this is most definitely the place to hold such a collection.
We pull up onto a gravelled driveway and come to a slow stop. Greene breaks his focus on the window and reaches back into his pocket to pull out his revolver.
"Get out."
I do as he says and make my way to two large wooden doors. Behind us, two of the men present at the warehouse get out of the car and also head for the doors. They stop, turn and pull them open for us.
Greene leads the way, and I follow.
"I'm so glad you're here, J'onn. You've got no idea how long I've been waiting for someone like you to come along."
He gestures down a long hallway, where at the end are three more wooden doors, each pointing in a different direction.
"If you'd head to the double doors on the left, that would be marvellous."
Again, I do as he says and make way towards the two double doors. Greene stands behind me and turns to the two thugs on the door.
"Thank you gentlemen, that'll be all."
He steps in front of me and pushes the doors open.
"If you could give J'onn and I some time to ourselves, that would be great."
We walk through the doors, and Silas soon shuts them behind us.
We are stood out on a balcony looking out over another long hallway. This one however, is packed full of artefacts.
His collection, I presume.
"Well, here we are. The piece de resistance, if you will."
We walk down a set of spiralled stairs and onto a finely woven red carpet that spans the hall.
"This, J'onn, if you hadn't already guessed, is my collection. Come, I'll show you."
He begins to walk down the hall and I soon follow.
"Now I know you're probably wondering what the hell you're doing here, and I can't blame you-"
I interrupt him.
"You want me in the collection."
He looks round, eyebrows raised, and nods slowly.
"Yes, how very deductive of you."
I too start to nod.
"Okay, I understand. Just one question though: How did you know I was here? As far as I'm concerned, I've hidden myself away very well during my time here."
He turns to face me fully and puts his hands in his jacket pockets.
"That's where you're wrong, I'm afraid."
I stop and try to think what he is referring to. Then I remember-
"Oh, of course..."
"Yes J'onn. That evening you were on the rooftop, interrogating that associate of Edward Skeevers. One of my informants noticed an unusual looking person hovering over the rooftops, and well. Yes. I think you can piece the rest together yourself."
"And now I'm here."
"Yes. Let's take a walk,"
He starts to walk down the hall, and I again start to follow him. I make the assumption that we are headed for the small room at the end of the hall. The contents of which remain unknown even to my telepathy.
"You see, it's all well and good owning a zoo, but what's the fun if you have no animals in it? I have countless numbers of alien objects in here, but no..."
"...Aliens."
"Correct. I mean, there's this star-thing over here that one of my contacts found over in that dump Science City, but that's about it. I want something..."
"...Like me."
He nods again as we walk, not looking back.
"I assume I will not be a live part of this exhibit?"
Again he nods.
"Mmm, yes. Sorry about that. I guess a collector will do anything..."
With his ultimate plan revealed and his back turned, I take action at once.
I step forwards with quite a speed and swing my hand into his temple with incredible swiftness.
He grunts and drops to the ground.
I arch my back and my feet raise off the ground. Now in mid-air, I flex my leg muscles and fly straight towards the double doors on the balcony. I raise my arm up to protect my head as I smash through the doors, sending shards of wood all over the floor. Fortunately for me, the two thugs present when we arrived were stood outside the doors.
I remain in flight as I smash through the front doors, again sending wooden shards flying.
I fly up until I am above the manor and look down.
"Sorry, Greene. I reject your offer."
Feeling somewhat satisfied with myself, I again flex my muscles and start to fly back into Denver.
Saul's probably wondering where I got to...
what happens when you push the temps too far--but I do think they're pretty.
polymer clay and alcohol inks
Fianna Fail are the (failed!) political party in power at the time of this photo. Prints & other products available here
Firstly, I did not make this image. My husband made it 10 years ago when his Sony Cybershot died. He was testing it and shot the window. You may be able to see the kitchen chair. This was the last image he made with it, and it turned out as a really cool abstract.
I needed a support out at the corner of a print. I did not see this happen, so I'm speculating.
It looks like the support was never used, and that somehow my printer managed to turn a 90 degree corner in the middle of a "bridge".
Highly unlikely.
Someone else noted that what most likely happened (and reviewing the gcode would support this) is that the first layer above the support barely touched the tower (but did - just enough to enable the corner). Then as the layers were added and cooled, the material shrunk (as it's prone to do) pulling away from the support tower.
Cup + Wall + Enemy talking = Fool proof plan...right?
Sometimes, even the most simple of spy techniques fail...mostly due to a lack of windows.
www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/peggyfailwhale
photo by Scott Beale / Laughing Squid
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An error message on a third-party iPhone app which is *supposed* to let you take phone camera shots and send them straight to Flickr.
Film: Impossible PX600 Silver Shade
My new exhibition failaroids opens on Saturday April 1st c/o CUCO Cucina Contemporanea in Via del Melarancio 4r, Firenze.
The exhibition is part of the international panel of EXPOLAROID events.
Guaizine and I are pleased to invite everyone for the opening to be held at 6,30pm, April 1st..
failaroids is an idea I have been working on/collecting for during the past 10 years, now taking shape as a selection of 55 failed photographs on integral film.
The exhibition, collecting a selection of 55 failed photographs on all types of integral films, is part of the panel of EXPOLAROID international events. More details on the exhibition are coming in the next days, so stay tuned for more! Also coming soon more informations on how you can purchase these rather unique pieces.
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For more details/visuals please head to failaroids.tumblr.com
This is from the other 'failed' film. In July 2009 I attempted a mini project where the subject would hold the flashgun and flash themselves. Holding it as if it were a camera and they were shooting a 'myspace' pic of their outfit. It didn't work out because being newer to photography, I didn't really think properly and didn't use a long exposure on the camera to capture the flash and I missed it almost every time. Scanning these now, I am extrememly happy with the results this way as well.
"Bone pointing" is a method of execution used by the Australian Aborigines. It is said to leave no trace, and never fails to kill its victim. The bone used in this curse is either made of either human, kangaroo, emu or even wood.
Before it can be used, the kundela (bone) is charged with a powerful psychic energy in a ritual that is kept secret from women and those who are not tribe members. To be effective, the ritual must be performed faultlessly. The bone is then given to the kurdaitcha, who are the tribe's ritual killers.
These killers then go and hunt (if the person has fled) the condemned. The name, kurdaitcha comes from the slippers they wear while on the hunt. The slippers are made of cockatoo (or emu) feathers and human hair - they virtually leave no footprints. Also, they wear kangaroo hair, which is stuck to their bodies after they coat themselves in human blood and they also don masks of emu feathers. They hunt in pairs or threes and will pursue their quarry for years if necessary, never giving up until the person has been cursed.
The condemned man may live for several days or even weeks. But, he believes so strongly in the curse that has been uttered, that he will surely die.
Truncated expanation courtesy of Wikipedia.
Obviously, a bone that still has a pulse isn't used.
The Letter P Theme
Handle with Care Challenge
Porto tram 131 approaches the terminus at Batalha Guindais, working the 11.15 route 22 service from Carmo; it would go back at 11.30. Porto's traditional trams are operated by Sociedade de Transportes Colectivos do Porto (STCP).
Having failed to do route 22 during our stay in Porto a few days earlier - the service seemed to have been suspended during the afternoon, despite having run during the morning - we realised we'd just have time to squeeze in a second attempt before we needed to catch the Metro to the airport for our flight home. Although we'd been here on the PTG Tours-organised tram tour that day, that hadn't done either the route 18 or 22 loops at Carmo, just doing the connections between the two, so afterwards we'd attempted to do both on normal service trams - but with success only on the former. After standing around in the rain for over an hour, we gave up as it was obvious the tram had gone back to the depot.
Despite the day being cloudy (but at least it wasn't raining!), the sun found a hole in the cloud as the tram approached although it wasn't fully out until the tram had stopped. I've therefore got a full sun shot of the tram at the stop, but space is tight and the angle with the sun behind me is just a close-up of the tram with no surroundings, although I did get a backlit shot which includes more surroundings.
Tram 131 is believed to have been built in 1910 by J. G. Brill of Philadelphia, USA. Many others built at around the same time were dismantled and the parts used to build new, slightly wider trams by operator Companhia Carris de Ferro do Porto (CCFP) at its Boavista works; these new trams took the fleet numbers of those which had been dismantled, but the records from the time have been lost. 131 carries the livery introduced after municipalisation in 1946, when STCP took over.
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Combo fail hoje!!
Se eu soubesse o quanto o Bahamas é aguado jamais teria comprado!!rsrsrs É horrÃvel! Nem a cor se salva!! Se não fosse o glitter da Dote teria perdido meu tempo!! A combo não ficou lá essas coisas, já que ainda dá pra ver o branquinho da unha, mas em vista do que estava antes tá uma beleza!!rsrsrs
Usei:
1x base fosca
3x Bahamas
2x Ipanema
1x TC Impala
FMQ (Free Motion Quilting) fail..so when you are tired and you hear a noise that doesn't sound right, probably shouldn't ignore it. Yes, that is my top thread on the bottom. It wasn't too hard to rip out :) For 117 pictures in 2017 No. 29 Less than Perfect
i failed at 52 weeks. after my computer crashed i kinda just have been sick of taking and organizing pics. i dont have photoshop anymore so i can't edit them. i've been busy so i can't take them.
bla bla bla.
i might start this back up when i have time. but i'm just not really at a good place to continue right now.
now. off to study.