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How do you feel if you see your picture in the following places?
- In the shop window of a chain store that has "sweat and tear" sourcing.
- Art gallery in a small town with 10,000 population
- Lourve, Paris
- Instagram (of another person but not yours)
Does it matter to the creator when the picture is displayed in different places?
Have a great weekend!
Fuji X-Pro2
Fuji XF 35mm F2 lens
ACROS B&W with yellow filter film simulation
This is a scene from Sarah Seely's production of "How To Disappear Completely." Based on hearsay, nostalgia, and only the finest in American propaganda, "How to Disappear Completely" is a satirical romp through the Cold War, Red Scare, and life in fear of... the bomb. From the desk of Sarah Seely invites you to spend a moment away from the unprecedented consumerist frivolity of today's war-faring United States to take a trip back in time to mid-20th century America - an era when, in the shadow of nuclear annihilation, families bar-be-qued on backyard patios, mothers shopped for the latest in space age home management technology, and everyone tried to keep up with the Joneses. At times bawdy and hysterical, alarming and outrageous, "How to Disappear Completely" incorporates elements of dance, theater, burlesque, video, and just a touch of audience interaction into a series of vignettes set in cocktail parties, war trenches, and grade school classrooms. Cleverly placed advertisements along with the hit music of the day provide the feel and comfort of the classic television you grew up with, and the safety of knowing that while the mushroom clouds are bursting forth outside your bomb shelter, you too can keep a positive attitude and a winning smile. Written and directed by Sarah Seely. With excerpts from “Duck and Cover” by Archer Productions, Inc. and the U.S. Federal Civil Defense Administration, 1951. Choreographed by Sarah Seely in conjunction with the performers. Performed by Amy Baumgarten, Jonathan Ciccarelli, Adam MacLean, Brian Maloney, Flanagan Smith, Moira Stone, and Julie Turner. Music by Patrik Phalen. Video by Nicky Enright. [Photography by Dominique James. Copyright © 2008. All rights reserved. For authorized use only. Visit www.dominiquejames.com for more information or email dominiquejames@mac.com for inquiries. Also, follow Dominique James at Twitter.]
The rears of how the design and build has developed of two types of similar product.
Left; Preserved Dennis Dart SLF Marshall bodied DMS355 V355 DLH.
Right; Alexander Dennis E20D 163 YX61 ENC.
Windsor Drive.
Photo ( c ) Tom G.2015.
How can wind shape so elegantly little grains of sand into patterns that intersect at interesting angles - and then suddenly change the whole artistry of a dune? I think that no matter how many times you see a pattern in a pattern in a pattern that is a sand dune, you are forever mesmerized by the grandeur of the complexity of the physics. The flux of energy here is phenomenal and the sculptress exotic. To be caught in the shifting biting stinging sand is a whole other matter for then nature seems cruel, harsh, and so unjust. At times we love to walk the thin edge - the fine line left by the last puff of wind shifting and rolling sand grains. (Dr. Richard Arnold, former Director, Soil Survey Division, USDA-NRCS)
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Flowing pattern from iron oxide sands in the Empty Quarter of the UAE. The Empty Quarter area of the UAE--the Rub' al Khali--is the largest contiguous sand desert in the world, encompassing most of the southern third of the Arabian Peninsula. The desert covers some 650,000 square kilometres including parts of Saudi Arabia, Oman, the United Arab Emirates, and Yemen. It is part of the larger Arabian Desert.
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Mac knows all the language. Here you can see up right the menu for the language: on my Mac i've setted the italian as the main laguage and all the software is in italian (and in this way i can write in roman letters), but i've setted japanese kanas and kanji too, so i can easily use them and change from italian to kanji just with a simple keyboard combination (⌥+⌘+space). Now i've done an experiment: if i set japanese as the main language, all is related to japanese and all the software so too (pay attention to the upper bar). Here you can see i can choose so many other input system: from the knowest to the most subtle ones.
A rather large panoramic shot of Tarn Hows. It's easy to see why this is one of the very popular locations for people to visit.
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When I saw this girl at a beach in Thailand, I suddenly remembered how much I loved in my childhood the movies of Esther Williams.
In a split second I was back in the cinema and saw my father sitting next to me....he liked her movies too :)
Esther Williams was famous as Hollywood's mermaid, the movie star who swam her way to popularity in MGM movies. For ten years (1950-1960) she was a huge star at the box-office, and outgrossed several more famous actresses by a large margin.
Explore interestingness #40, June 10th 2007
You know how annoying it is with an itch that you can't scratch? Imagin what this female thick-legged hoverfly (Syritta pipiens), also known as the compost hoverfly, must be going through.
The red blob is some sort of velvet mite (Trombidiidae) which had managed to attach itself to the neck of the fly.
Besides the fate of the poor fly, do you think this very symmetrical shot would be better or worse if the mite hadn't been at an angle? I'm leaning towards it breaking the symmetry being a good thing myself.
Dunvegan, Isle of Skye
We passed this on the way to Dunvegan castle on the minor road A850. What's a lone bus shelter doing in the middle of nowhere. It's a major hike to the nearest isolated house let alone nearest village. In fact I've seen more life in Chernobyl than many parts of Skye we drove through. It was the lone chair that made me stop to take a picture... how considerate I thought, I can only assume the bus service isn't that frequent - maybe every other Tuesday.
Having said that I was nearly run over by... 1 local bus, 1 mini-tour coach, 2 cars and a delivery van all within the space of a couple of minutes. Maybe I'd stopped at that 'other' Tuesday!
But to be fair, it might look like a right sh^thole but round my way a bus shelter doesn't stay in one piece for very long so one should be grateful for small mercies. With Skye's mini monsoon weather this must be a godsend, providing you don't mind sharing with the odd sheep!
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I...am going through a personal crisis? Not an identity crisis but that's the first thing I could think of. I lie awake and I question everything about myself until I end up questioning if I even exist. Not if I deserve to. But if I do.
I feel emotions like joy, love, caring. I know I am loved, I know I am cared about and I know people want me around. But why? I'll stop in the middle of everything and realise I don't deserve the beautiful and amazing soul's I have come to know. Who bring out a side of me that I never knew could existed. I care about them and want the best for them, I will fight anyone willing to destroy that. Growing up I slowly believed I wasn't deserving of this. I had it slowly drilled into me that I was the cause of everyone's suffering around me and I just needed to avoid everyone so no one was ever hurt.
I was taught I am someone who pain comes from. Not love. I was taught that I was a monster from such a young age.
Alot of the time I still believe it, I don't want to but I do. I don't want to hurt people and I'm so scared about hurting them that the idea is always there. What if I fuck this up. What if I ruin everything. What if I end up all alone.
I cling to everything that hurts. Thinking I'm protecting everyone else around me but instead I just hurt myself more and more and more. They weren't in danger from me but I still do it. They still stay by my side and show me love and caring and they talk me through whatever I need talking through.
I don't feel like I deserve them but I know I do at the same time and it's like two different people are screaming inside of me while a third just yells that the whole thing inconveniences them. They have better things to do than deal with you.
I feel like I'm just there. But I have this whole life where people want to be around me, spend time with me, talk to me. And not just because they're forced to.
I'm probably repeating myself alot but it's 9am and I haven't been sleeping. I'm too scared to, it keeps me up and I'll be stuck in silence hearing everything on repeat. I cling tighter and tighter trying to hold in everything that hurts until it starts to kill me from the inside and I can't take it anymore. I just wish all of me could accept people's love.
Sorry if this was too much of a rant. But this needed to be written, I poured my soul tonight into this photo and I didn't want to just leave it to be another photo.
If you did read it, thank you. I hope you have a beautiful day and if you go through the same as me I hope you too can accept with all your heart that you ARE loved. We all have our own battles and we might not have physical scars but the mental ones last so much longer.
- P.Middleton
A way of the past as Canada Post makes more pick up stations all over the country. I found this while looking for something else. You know I love ladybugs!
The record keeps tabs of which ewe had which lambs, their DoB, Weight and Sex, the Sire (father), and any complications with labour so that we know what to expect next year.
The hat is the latest fashion accessory and will be seen shortly on cat-walks from New York to Hong Kong.
How many roads, how many places, how many miles? All gone, far away in the past. But they are not useless. Now they are all together at the dock, helping other people to get home safely, and sharing their memories. They are riding their last trip, a quite different one, against time.
man child, grown.
"There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in. " ~Leonard Cohen
21 November 2018, in Explore
Bravo for mothers, grandmothers, aunts, daughters, nieces, brave for women, as necessary for life as the trees !!!
Almighty God's Word "How to Serve in Harmony With God’s Will"
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Introduction
Almighty God says, "If you wish to serve God’s will, you must first understand what kind of people are beloved by God, what kind of people are loathed by God, what kind of people are made perfect by God, and what kind of people are qualified to serve God. This is the very least that you ought to be equipped with. Moreover, you should know the aims of God's Work
, and the work that God shall do in the here and now. After understanding this, and through the guidance of God's words , you will first enter, and first receive God’s commission. When you actually experience based upon God’s words, and when you truly know God’s work, you will be qualified to serve God. And it is when you serve Him that God enlightens your spiritual eyes, and allows you to have a greater understanding of His work and see it more clearly. When you enter this reality, your experiences will be more profound and real, and all those who have had such experiences will be able to walk among the churches and provide to their brothers and sisters, each side drawing on the strengths of the other to make up for their own deficiencies, and gaining a richer knowledge in their spirits. Only after achieving this effect will you be able to serve God’s will and be made perfect by God in the course of your service."
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As soon as I saw this I knew exactly how I would edit this.
So I attack it with my camera and then when I was done I sat down to start trying out the bubbles and I noticed there was ACTUALLY a lifeguard on duty and he was watching me the whole time.
There is rarely ever a lifeguard on duty. But I guess I should have realized it since the boat was out. I'm sure he didn't care anyways. I just hate when I realize later that someone was watching me and I didn't notice.
I flashed back to childhood the other day. Not sure what triggered it. I'm never sure. The neurons in my brain connect somehow like an old-fashioned telephone switchboard. And suddenly there I am, mentally teleported to some distant place in time. In this episode I'm about age 12 and my bedroom was being remodeled. Mom said I could choose whatever pattern I liked for the wallpaper. I recall searching through absurdly oversize books contains samples of all sort of wall coverings. They passed by in a blur until I spotted the perfect choice: a Batman motif. I told mom the search was over, this was my pick. She looked at it disapprovingly and tried to steer me to other selections, ones that did not include cartoon characters. But my choice was firm and the decision was final. Some weeks later the new wallpaper went up. It should surprise none that it did not feature the Caped Crusader. It was just some abstract floral pattern that looked just like the wallpaper elsewhere in the house. Mom knows best I guess. My brain circuits cut out at that point and I'm back in the present wondering where the hell that came from. And then I came across this photo from a series I did a couple of years ago. It was never published, then subsequently lost in my recent hard drive crash fiasco. But miraculously it just resurfaced in a group of recovered files. And immediately the connection was made. Just like the Batman wallpaper would have increased the awesomeness of my childhood bedroom, I was absolutely awestruck by the vines in this photo. Love how they snake their way up the wall and across the window panes. There's a drippy, creepy-crawly effect that enhances the look of abandonment. It elevates the dreary to a new plateau, more of a haunted house vibe. I remember staring up at the window at the time, thinking how I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. Batman lives!