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This is a long exposure shot. It's a real photo (it looks slightly better on black). This picture is the result of an improvised collaboration with my long time friend Stoff (make sure to check out his page, there are some amazing creations to view).
I took this photo by night at the seaside in Hastings a few days ago, while I was travelling to the UK for an exhibition in London (Battersea Affordable Art Fair). I lived in Hastings from 2002 to 2003, it was so nice to be there again!
Stoff makes incredible "orbs" by playing with home made light sources. Luckily, Caroline Madison was there with us... during the long exposure photo, I first "flashed" her, while Stoff was making the magic orb in the middle of the composition.
If you wish, you can view here below a detail of the above photo and some other long exposure shots.
This photo is dedicated to my friend Marcel De Munnynck, who passed away a few days ago.
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Moving Shine Fire
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Moving shine fire
On to and into
Hearts own desire
Feelings so true
Everything inside
Rousing and glowing
Feelings that hide
Now in their showing
Star twinkle in light
Fondling burn
Dreams on so bright
Rotating ageless turn
Super powers beyond
Times spinning twist
From a glowing wand
Magic has kissed
Poignant spark
Orderly glow beams
Bending the dark
To instantaneous themes
Just like life is
In growing and making
When its bliss
Entangles new waking
A festively lit Lowram, rail-grinder, sits in the 'Y', at O' Fallons, Nebraska.
Day turned to night and still it sat, lights and all, waiting for us to leave before heading off in whatever direction it was needed. It would've been really nice to have gotten some sparking action, but instead, sparkling inaction is what happened.
I spent close on half an hour trying to get an interesting glamorous shot and this, is the second edit of the first result.
A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
Built for Bio-Cup2020
Prelimiraly round
Theme: Future
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En japonais, le ma signifie l’intervalle, l’espace, la durée, la distance. Non pas celle qui sépare, mais celle qui unit. En musique, c'est la pause (suspension) qui crée le rythme, inaction entre deux mouvements, silence entre deux phrasés musicaux.
In japanese, the ma means the interval, space, time, distance. Not that which separates, but that which unites.
In music, this is a pause (suspension) that creates the rhythm, movement between two inaction, silence between two musical phrases.
Recently I took a short two weeks vacation to India to visit family and friends. Most of the pictures I took were of people in India. I'll be posting some of these images as I go along.
This was taken very early in the morning in Gurgaon, Haryana, India. A family from the state of Bihar. They were on their way to some place; I stopped them and asked for a family photo and they gladly said yes.
Challenger MT 865 E with the HORSCH Cruiser 12 XL
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This is what we could see at lunchtime on New Year's Eve, my 63rd birthday. The fire catastrophe in SE New South Wales in and Gippsland in Victoria has produced this smoke. The nearest house in this images 230 meters away for understanding the smoke density.
The pano is badly stitched as I don't have access to good pano software at the moment.
Our house is (at the moment) OK, but Saturday 4 January 2020 will present a new challenge. We are prepared, and have a fire pump and 40,000 litres of water in our pool in case we have a problem. This is the new reality for Australia following a decade of inaction on climate and fire safety. We need a new generation of politicians who actually give a sh*t...
The residents of my area have been fighting with the paid employees of the Bega Valley Shire Council about removing fire threat vegetation directly outside our properties, but our views have been ignored for 3 1/2 years. Maybe this will wake them up from their idealist preservation slumber and act, although it's probably too late for us.
Alverstone Mead Local Nature Reserve is a lowland freshwater wetland nature reserve close to Sandown, Isle of Wight. it is a part of the Alverstone Marshes Site of Special Scientific Interest
Tbilisi is again gripped by protests - this time Rustaveli Avenue was occupied by representatives of the opposition, non-governmental organizations and journalists who accuse the authorities
The death of Georgian journalist Lekso Lashkarava, who died a few days after he was beaten during the filming of an anti-LGBT contract, shocked Georgia.
The top officials expressed official condolences and promised an objective investigation, and the opposition accused the authorities of inaction on July 5, when the city was engulfed in riots and more than 50 media representatives were injured.
The opposition and civil society activists announced rallies demanding the resignation of the government at the parliament building.
Angie's Cafe in Logan UT. "Where the locals eat". This place was crazy busy for a Thursday, but it was around noon, so that probably explains it.
I'm surprised at the quality of the G1 camera pics.
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Reiter RESPIRO R9 'Profi' pick-up belt rake with the FENDT 516 Vario 'Profi'
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After decades of inaction, Peppercorn designed blue liveried LNER 'A2' 4-6-2 no.60532 ‘Blue Peter’ is finally on the main line as she heads north along the ECML at Ryther with the 1Z32 up 14:06 London Kings Cross to York private charter.
the reign of new Emperor who succeeded to Alexander I started from armed insurrection of group of aristocrats which later was called "decabrists" (Decembrist revolt). Their loyal troops, after a long period of inaction and negotiation, were destroyed in Senate Square, where the statue of the victor is looking
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Location: St.Albert
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Location: St.Albert
Model: Julia P
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A second early morning shot of 37402 during its time on the naughty step at Workington Main.
Although it appears that a "down" train is due, in reality all main line signals are pegged "off" as both signal boxes are locked out on a Sunday until mid-day, Workington not hosting a timetabled service until 12.48.
This meant that rescue for 402 did not occur until half past two in the afternoon, a light engine being despatched from Kingmoor for the purpose.
As if to enhance the general feeling of doom a lone magpie surveys the scene from atop the yard exit's starter.
Death has always a rough topic for me, I've been faced with it many times. So was a friend of mine, Peter Parker, as well as his.. ‘Brothers’. They were clones of him, perfect copies made from his DNA. One of his brothers was a man named Kaine. Today is the anniversary of his death. I had tried to warn him about how death works with people like us, but he just brushed me off like I was just a crazy old fool.
Kaine and I were a lot alike in a way. We were both outcasts from society, shunned to the side just because we were different. Thinking back maybe my method was a little extreme and that may be why he didn’t believe me. Around two weeks after Kaine became Spider-Man, I kidnapped him and brought him to my bunker.
Long Ago…
I walked into his “Cell” if you could even really call it that, it was a fully furnished specially designed room outfitted for someone like him and I who have a connection to the Spider Totem.
“How are you doing?”
“Just dandy.” He says sarcastically.
I enter the passcode on the keypad on the glassdoor. Compressed air shoots from the area as I open the previously tightly sealed door. I walk in and help Kaine up.
“Who the hell are you?” He demands.
“Ezekiel Sims, I am a friend of Madame Web and Peter Parker. I have brought you here to warn you about the Inheritors and a man named Morlun.”
“Yeah, Madame Web told me about him. He killed me before she brought me back.”
“It's not just him we have to worry about. He has an entire family, all hellbent on destroying people like us. When we die, they feed on our energy.”
“Why do I need to know this?” He asks.
“Because I've been monitoring your endeavors as Spider-Man, and you're putting your life and those you care about at risk.”
“I'm out there saving the city!” He yells, “And you're sitting in this bunker watching? People die because of your inaction. I'm out.”
“Fair enough.” I say while making no attempt to stop him. I unlock the door for him, and he exits through the vault door on the ceiling.
A Woman around his age walks into the room.
“You need to go about this differently Ezekiel. Kidnapping people and dragging them to the bunker doesn’t exactly give them a reason to believe you.”
“How long have you been up, Cindy?”
“Long enough. Sounds like you scared him off.”
Present Day.
He didn’t believe me or adhere to my warning, later that year... Kaine Parker died. I've been up all night, sifting through the footage of the battle, and I'm starting to see something strange. A silhouette. I zoom in a little more. Upon further inspection, I see a pale man, with long black hair.
My blood chills as the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
I call for Cindy, and she walks into the room.
“What is it?” She asks curiously
“It’s Morlun. He's in the footage. He probably sensed Kaine's energy. He's going to feed.”
“Jesus Christ. We need to lock up the vault!”
“No. This time we fight. For Kaine. I couldn't save him, but we can still avenge him. Morlun had something to do with it, I know it.”
“How do you reckon we defeat him?”
“We need to find Parker and Madame Web.”
I emerge from the vault with one thing in mind, finding Kaine's home. I need to wear something other than my usual clothes if I'm going to be swinging around these streets. I speak into my earpiece.
“Cindy, you there?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you search through the previous residences of Peter Parker?”
“Yeah, give me a second. Ha, here it is. The apartment of Gwen Stacy Parker. Ditko Avenue, South. I'll give you more immediate directions when you're close.”
I roll up my sleeves, and cavities open up from my wrists.
“Haven't used these in awhile.”
I then kick off my shoes and socks to expose my adhesive skin. I press my middle and ring fingers onto my palm, and a substance shoots from my wrist, and clings onto the side of a nearby building.
I pull on the web, and instantly fly to where it was stuck to the wall. I press my fingertips to the cold brick, and survey the area. I spot a building across the street that could give me an advantage.
I bend my arms and legs, preparing for take off, and leap into the air, feeling the wind flow through my stark white hair.
I land on the building, and begin to alternate my hands and feet, climbing the building’s wall. For some reason, this makes me feel so young, like it's before the accident all over again.
I reach the top of the building, and begin to run. My feet are probably torn up and bleeding, but the adrenaline blinds me from even noticing the pain, as I feel better than I've ever felt in my long life.
I prepare, and leap to the neighboring building, landing on the roof, and rolling to spread impact. I stop when out of the corner of my eye, I spot one light on in an otherwise pitch black apartment building. I begin hearing static in my earpiece until I focus and hear Cindy's voice.
“Ezekiel? Ezekiel? Are you -”
“Yeah, I'm here.” I say, cutting her off, and connecting back to reality.
“What happened?”
“I’m not sure, but I think I know where I need to go.” I say while getting up, preparing to head to the light. I shoot a web at the side of the building and land near the window. I peer my head in the window and see two people. A blonde woman, who I assume is Gwen, and Peter, and that’s when I decide to crawl in.
They both notice me, with extremely different reactions. Gwen screams at the top of her lungs, while Peter stands up from the couch, presenting his hand as a greeting. I shake it, and he smiles. I notice streaks on his cheeks, it looks like he was crying. I turn to my left, and see mascara flowing from Gwen's eyes. I see her holding an infant wrapped in a red blanket. There are pictures of a man who looks like Peter, but with a little more scruff and scars. Kaine.
“I'm sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks, Ezekiel. Means a lot.” Peter says, as Gwen bolts out of the room, sobbing.
Peter continues. “Why are you here, though?”
“Because I have a debt to pay. Do you know where Kaine kept his suits?” I reply.
“I know just the place.”
End of App
When I heard Payton dropped Spidey, I was surprised, and saddened. But we all lose interest sometimes. I decided to apply for the role after dropping Captain America. But instead of using the “teenager turned into Spider-Man from accident”, I decided to put my own spin on the mythos by using Ezekiel Sims, a character I've always been interested in. Thanks for reading!
"Spectral (adj.) - coming from or seeming to be the spirit of a dead person." In this case, a spirit of the forest that once blanketed these parts, manifesting in the heart of the morning rush in downtown Vancouver. The tree balances on point, like much of the natural world, waiting in suspension for us to determine by our action or inaction whether to take root and flourish, or wink out in thin spiral of smoke.
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A long overdue update to my ARC -170!
There’s a photo on my phone of a WIP of the nose dated December 2022, so this has been in the works for quite some time 😅
My first attempt at this ship was about five years ago, when I was just getting back into MOC building after a long dark age. My MOC building skills have improved considerably since then so I wanted to go bigger and better and put my skills to the test with this new interpretation. One of my goals with this project was to include a mechanism to operate the S-foils: turning the astromech head will open and close the wings!
You can see a video of the mechanism inaction on my insta
Instructions are available on Brick Vault