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Using the new ZSculpty Tools for Zbrush Thanks Marcus there amazing.They export a Collada DAE format perfectly set up for Second life
Mesh shoes in the Second life mesh beta. I had to learn about uv master but it turned out to be damn fool proof. I recommend everyone have a look around the beta its jaw dropping and buy zbrush cos its the tool for the job
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Thoughts tumble, feelings twirl, my mind is in turmoil as I walk at pace and talk out loud to myself like a mumbling buffoon. It's early morning, seven o'clock and fortunately there are few people around to deem me crazy, other than a handful of lycra clad joggers with asses like two small children fighting in a potato sack, and a guy being walked by his Rottweiller against the backdrop of the dramatic shoreline.
It's crazy to think this way, though think it I do, as I stride with purpose, reasoning and cogitating her ever word, spoken from behind those luscious red painted lips that are so adept at seducing me to the very knees of my heart. I should be stronger than this, I should resist and retreat, lick my wounds and count my blessings but I cannot get the thought of her out of my stupid mind. The way that she holds her cigarette until the burning embers await the inevitability of their free-fall towards the ground and oblivion, a moment that plays out like a scene from a classic black and white film in my mind as I dote on her every word, fawn with the best of them, fall victim to her womanly ways and prey to the addiction she creates within my soul.
I come to a standstill beneath the rotting metal struts and ageing wooden rafters of the old nineteenth century pier, and if ever there were a metaphor for my worthless carcass, then I've surely stumbled upon it this morning by chance or circumstance. The reflection in the mill pond water shouts 'old man' and 'fool', as my grey hairs scream like florescent beacons in the early morning light. What the hell am I doing? She's no more than a child, less than half my age, why, I could be her father for God's sake! .
Common sense, a touch of dignity, a little rationalization wouldn't come a miss right now. Away from her I can be sensible, adult, think this mess through and compose myself. A man of my age, a wife and two children, a mortgage and two dogs, my life settled and ordered, happiness and love. But fuck, she's so beautiful! A word, a glance, a flutter of those eyelids and I am putty in her hands as she smiles at my weakness, laughs at my inadequacies and foibles, mocks my animal instinct. Hate me, for I deserve it, slap me, for I'm not worthy, in my heart of heart I know I'm wrong, but God damn it, I'm flesh and blood, I'm a red blooded man, there is a fire burning within that has so seldom been stoked these past years of monotonous fatherhood, tiresome marriage. It's a release, a shedding of my skin, a final rebellion, a testament to the lion within this cowering pussy cat.
The shoreline mocks me with tidal surges that kiss my shoes and have me running like a fool to dryer patches. The pier, like me, has seen better days, as my eyes are drawn to the corridor covered by a thin veil of see mist on the horizon where the metal and wood blends as one, and part of me wishes that an ancient and beautiful queen would rise from the water, gracefully floating on a cushion of air towards me as she imparts her words of wisdom on this foolish man's ears. Pull yourself together man,this is Southend on Sea at seven in the morning, not a scene from a David Cronenberg film! I have the desire to walk into the water, follow the light, walk that corridor and see where fate takes me. My life is a mess, my memories candy floss and my hormones sent back in a time machine to my youth in the mid seventies when love was free and responsibility a word not yet fully formed in my personal vocabulary. I walk the beach alone and afraid of myself, uncertain of my future, afraid of what I might become, what I might already have turned into. A monster, a pervert, a leach. Hated, vilified, loathed and despised, I have the power to destroy all and sundry, to crush the beauty of what is mine for life, to wreck and wreak havoc in equal amounts.
And yet I have no power at all. One look, one glance, the crossing of those legs, the suggestion of intimacy, the allure. I am undone, exposed, weak and pathetic. I am man.
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Written October 10th 2010
Photograph taken on October 10th 2010 underneath thebeautiful pier in Southend on Sea, Essex, England.
Nikon D700 55mm 1000s f/16.0 iso200
Nikkor AF Nikkor 70-210mm f/4-5.6D. Manfrotto 055XPro carbon fibre tripod with Manfrotto 804RC three way head and Nimon ML-3 infra red remote shutter release.
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* Ship of Fools (1965): Stanley Kramer now steers the camera for real as the director in addition to being producer, and he steers a cruise liner full of a cross-section of society across the Atlantic toward 1933 Germany. Written by Abby Mann (Judgment at Nuremberg) from a novel by Katherine Anne Porter, Ship of Fools is a series of interlocked vignettes that travel the decks of the boat, showing the different levels of society, dissecting an international cast of characters. An Austrian anti-Semite philanderer (Jose Ferrer) rubs elbows with a deposed Spanish contessa (Simone Signoret), an alcoholic ex-baseball player (Lee Marvin), an idealistic but naïve painter (George Segal), a lonely middle-aged woman (Vivien Leigh), and many others. Each has their own shortcomings, usually enflamed by their shortsightedness, and putting them together, trapping them in one space for a specific period of time, only serves to call more attention to what ails them. Only two people are conscious of the humanity around them. The ship's doctor (Oskar Werner) is aware of the failings of others, and it makes him despair of his inability to exact change, causing him to pay the ultimate price. With him is the dwarf (Michael Dunn), the narrator who speaks to the audience on either side of the cruise. Being below most people's sight lines gives him a unique perspective, and the film being made in 1965 also allows Stanley Kramer to imbue the story with a sense of prescience for what is to come. The human tragedy that is only years away plays out on the ship. All the bad ideas, all of the selfishness, and all of the denial is right there for our viewing pleasure, and most of us may be disheartened to find ourselves somewhere in the population of the Ship of Fools. It may feel a little tidy or preachy today, but its truth holds strong.
April making a fool of herself, seemed particularly apt. I hope she didn't feel too flushed afterwards.
Baby, I know the story
I've seen the picture
It's written all over your face
Tell me, what's the secret
That you've been hiding
Who's gonna take my place
Arctic Thunder is the name of the bi-annual air show at Elmendorf Air Force Base in Anchorage, Alaska. The Air Show is pretty cool with a lot of static and flying exhibitions. Unfortunately this year's show was marred by the crash of a C-17 two days before the show started, killing the 4 person crew. The fate of the air show was in doubt but it with on as a tribute to the C-17 air crew.
I was able to attend the dry run held on Friday before the actual weekend air show which is nice since it really cuts down the size of the crowd. Weather-wise the show started off fine, but as with every Friday in this god-awful summer the clouds rolled in shortly after noon and it started to drizzle. It also turned the sky from a nice blue to a heavy, industrial, blah gray. Oh, here's hoping for better luck next time!
The kid on the left, finger in his mouth, was running behind the robot trying to hide.
2015 North American International Auto show.
Cobo Center
Detroit, Michigan
Fools ignore the warning in the name on this one. Label blacked out to keep away from the R rating.
For the Lancaster Photography Meetup Group www.meetup.com/lancasterphotographers/
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912
This little boxer mix is the epitome of a boxer, just without the typical nose. He is so goofy and lovable. He is happiest when surrounded by a yard full of children, and is a joy to everyone he meets. I am so glad we found him at our local shelter because he has turned out to be so smart, lovable, friendly to other dogs and people, yet at home is always on guard especially around all the kids. Zeke is our little gem we found and we definitely make fools of ourselves with him.
After many, many months of having lightroom sitting on my desk, I have finally installed it and started playing around with it. It is SO different from elements but it is very fun learning and I am enjoying it. Here is some sliding LR style. I usually focus on the eye but I love the texture of his nose.
HSS everyone!
Guess I am just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But baby can't you see
There's nothing left for me to do.
Visit this location at - Lowlands - The BDSM Lifestyle - in Second Life
Whilst the adults were getting serous I went off again to fool around with the kids and practice my miserable Swahili.
Tried to fool the meter on a first roll test in a recently acquired Trip 35. The highlights from this back-lit car don't seem to make much difference. No lens flare and great contrast, too.
Camera set on automatic, (A,) Kodak Gold 200.
SEEN AT WEST YELLOWSTONE ROD RUN, 2011
Maurice Hammond's T6 Harvard - "Fools Rush In" at the Seething Airfield Charity Air Day 2010.
This aircraft was built in1944 as one of 22 examples built for the Royal Navy's Fleet Air Arm, and left Newark for the UK in May 1944. Arriving in July at 46MU at Lossiemouth she was allocated the serial number EZ341, and after serving with a number of units was struck off charge in 1956 and sold to the Portuguese Air Force where she served until 1973.
After a period in storage, she was transferred to the Portuguese Air Force Museum in Alverca before being shipped back to the UK in 1991. She was acquired by Maurice Hammond in 1992, and after a two year restoration project, she took to the air again in 1994 as G-ELMH. She currently wears the markings of a 100th Bomb Group hack, complete with a square "D" tail marking, and the given the name "Fools Rush In", which was the name given to a 100th BG B-17.