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* La Habana Vieja *
- Fundada por los españoles en 1519, La Habana Vieja es un barrio de La Habana y declarado Patrimonio de la Humanidad por la UNESCO. La Habana se encuentra en la costa noroeste de Cuba.
- Founded by the Spanish in 1519, Old Havana is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Havana lies on the northwest coast of Cuba.
- Fondée par les Espagnols en 1519, le quartier de La Vieille Havane a été reconnu au patrimoine mondial de l'UNESCO. La Havane est située sur la côte nord-ouest de Cuba.
citofono stiloso a Calizzano
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C'est la porte de la tour évoquée précédemment, elle permet d'accéder au étages de l'hôtel et a, elle aussi, subit les affres du temps. Les pilastres l'entourant semblent s'être fait décapités, les gravures sur grés s'effacent également et la porte en elle-même commence à perdre de sa superbe. Pour autant, une superbe couronne, et bien, couronne le tout.
Sources : Archi-wiki (FR) && Monumentum (FR) && Base merimee (FR)
Après cela, la batterie décida de passer l'arme à gauche.
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A voice comes over the intercom, it's menacing whisper taunting the squad. Headquarters has been compromised.
There seems to be no more rest for the wicked, it's time to get into formation and play for the big leagues.
#teamcanada
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UNIFORM
~Isil~ Pilot Survival Vest Mk2
~isil~ Survival Mask & Helmet
[SAC] M9 Pro Dual Pistol with Holsters
TonkTastic - Snood [Military]
TonkTastic - FDT Gloves [On Duty]
TonkTastic - Commando Sweater [BlackCamo/Urban/Woodland]
TonkTastic - B52 Pants [3 Colors Variation 5]
~Isil~ "The Aerie" Hangar
~isil~ AV-5 Spectre VTOL STEALTH GUNNER
What do you see??
I look at a somewhat stroppy red tabby tomcat (with an arched back) ; ))
(paws at bottom left and middle, the tail at the top right)
my contribution for Smile on Saturday - theme of November 24th, 2018: #Pareidolia
Happy Smile on Saturday, everyone!
I will be away for the weekend - so I might not be able to browse properly before Sunday (evening).
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Intercom of a company - seen in Venice
(... due to privacy I did blur the name of the company and of the firm owner, which were each engraved on the "eyebrows" of the "cat face")
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... ein etwas grimmiger, buckeliger Kater ??
(Pareidolie = das Phänomen, in Dingen und Mustern vermeintliche Gesichter und vertraute Wesen oder Gegenstände zu erkennen ... die kindliche Phantasie hat mich wohl nie verlassen ; ))
Gegensprechanlage eines Unternehmens - gesehen in Venedig (die Namen - Unternehmen links und Inhaber rechts - die auf den "Augenbrauen" eingraviert waren, habe ich unkenntlich gemacht)
“Please sit down Madam. The plane is about to take off!”
Well this was different. Someone didn’t seem to have got the message. You know, the one about staying in your seat and buckling up at the moment you're about to set off skyward. All of this was going on behind me and I didn't bother to look round to see who was causing the commotion. For all I knew the trouble maker was standing up to try and get a better signal so she could send her mates a selfie from the cabin.
A few moments later the captain's voice came over the intercom and he didn’t bother to disguise his irritation. “Everybody needs to sit down!” Everybody? Was there more than one of them now? Was someone having second thoughts at the last minute? “If I'm accelerating down the runway and you're standing up, you're going to have a terrible problem. Sit down!” He put a special emphasis on the last two words and repeated them twice. It was an interesting way to start the short flight to Dublin, and one I'd never experienced before. The captain always sounds so assured on an aircraft, but this one had evidently lost his aura of sangfroid. But at last it seemed the message had finally penetrated whoever's abnormally thick skull was holding us up and after a few more minutes, the plane raced along the runway. At this point, Ali and I always hold hands, just in case it's for the last time ever, but today I was travelling alone. I resisted the urge to reach across the empty middle seat and offer a clammy mitt to the young man hiding beneath the pair of enormous white headphones beside the aisle, and instead gazed out of the window as we headed out over the North Cornwall coast. There below was Newquay, with a series of well loved landmarks falling away to the west. Fistral, Crantock, West Pentire, Carter's Rocks, the Cow and the Calf, the bulky outline of St Agnes Beacon near home. All of my playgrounds. As we climbed through the clouds I started to think about the new playgrounds where I'd be spending my time in just a few more days from now. The seat belt signs were switched off and a disorderly queue for the toilets formed within seconds. Boarding had only been delayed by twenty minutes but that was plenty enough time for a number of passengers to swallow another pint of Guinness in the departure lounge before making their way to the gate.
Dublin is a place where a lot of people like to go for the craic, and today, a Friday afternoon, was no exception. There were at least two groups of young men as far as I could tell, and because a certain airline likes to charge extra for passengers to choose their seats, they weren't all sitting together. Just behind me, two guys in their early twenties, who I soon realised were complete strangers, struck up a conversation, and it was impossible not to listen to every word they said. One was from my old home town in Falmouth, the other from a village just a couple of miles from where I live now. The latter was on the first instalment of a double beano weekend. Dublin today, Amsterdam next Friday. He was very excited about it all. Party cities. I needed to have a lie down just thinking about it. Come to mention it, the last time I had a bit too much of the falling down nectar was in Amsterdam in the summer of 2018. I met up with a local photographer who had been hiking in Scotland at the same time as ourselves a few months beforehand, and it soon turned out that neither of us were really drinkers. After we'd taken a few photos around the city centre together we had some beer. Quite a lot of it actually. It's not often I'm singing “Love Really Hurts Without You” at the top of my voice at half past midnight on a tube station concourse. I was a bit delicate at breakfast the next morning.
The cabin crew began the in-flight service. At the same time, the pilot decided to make what may have been an important announcement, but I didn't hear a word of it, such was the clamour among the first five rows to part with six euros for a small can of lager. As you've just learned, I like a beer myself, but I can manage without any for the duration of a one hour flight, you know. Unless I'm in Amsterdam. One of the two young fellows behind me went from announcing he wouldn't be having a beer until he was in Dublin, to ordering three cans in a heartbeat. Although one of them was for his new friend. I thought that was rather nice.
The thing with these short flights is that not long after the noise from the engines changes and you're cruising away towards your destination at maximum altitude, the steady thrum loses an octave once more as you begin to descend. Maybe that's what the captain was trying to tell us. Maybe he was making sure the lady who'd caused some bother earlier was going to behave this time. Or maybe he was putting in an order for a can of Moretti too. Perhaps he needed something to steady his nerves after the earlier incident. For a while we floated beneath the azure sky above a white sea of cotton clouds, before plunging through them and back into the greys, sea blues and greens of autumn in Northern Europe. Below us lay the famous city, pierced down the middle by the River Liffey, the darker colours splashed with patches of weak yellow light that promised much for the adventure to come. To the south stood the Wicklow Mountains, stoical and silent, already receding into the darkening purple hinterland of a November afternoon. Ireland was calling, just as it always has done.
For many on board, Dublin was the end of the journey, those groups of young party people reforming on the ground and racing for the exit and the buses into the city. I had much further to go. Tonight I'd be three hours south of the capital in Cork, where my long since departed Grandad was born at the start of the last century, and where much of the family still lives. A few days spending precious time with loved ones who I hadn't seen for far too long, sharing stories and drinking endless cups of tea. And then later, after I could take no more tea I'd be here, sitting alone on a distant headland in the far west, much like I so often do at home. So familiar, yet so new to me. So wild and untamed in this extraordinary remote peninsula at the edge of the world where Europe finally gives way to the vast and unforgiving Atlantic Ocean. To come to a place such as this was worth every inch of the journey.
This door caught my attention, I saw that there was a part of it with the charm of the passage of time and at the same time I saw that modernity attached to the door with its intercom... so I thought I would photograph it, since I also liked the textures from that wall a little rough...
Have a happy monday!
Von der Fondamenta Foscarini, über die Calle del Cristo und die Fondamenta Malcanton gehen wir rechts über die Brücke in die Calle del Forno, wo diese entzückende Gegensprechanlage mit Augen-Klingeln zu sehen ist .. ;)))
Koordinaten: 45°26'04.9"N 12°19'23.4"E
Auf dem Campo S.Margherita machen wir im Restaurant beim Albergo Capon auf der Plaza eine kleine Pause.
Koordinaten: 45°26'03.5"N 12°19'25.9"E
Nach einem feinen Espresso geht es vorne links weiter über die Rio Tèra Canal zur Ponte dei Pugni und über den Rio de S. Barnaba, dann gleich links über die Fondamenta Gherardini landen wir direkt beim Museum von Leonardo Da Vinci auf dem Campo S. Barnaba.
Koordinaten: 45°25'59.4"N 12°19'29.6"E
From Fondamenta Foscarini, via Calle del Cristo and Fondamenta Malcanton, we turn right across the bridge into Calle del Forno, where you can see this enchanting intercom with its ringing eyes .. ;)))
Coordinates: 45°26'04.9"N 12°19'23.4"E
On the Campo S. Margherita we have a break in the Restaurant at Albergo Capon on the plaza.
Coordinates: 45°26'03.5"N 12°19'25.9"E
After a fine espresso, turn left at the front over the Rio Tèra Canal to the Ponte dei Pugni and over the Rio de S. Barnaba, then immediately left over the Fondamenta Gherardini and we are directly at the Museum of Leonardo Da Vinci on Campo S. Barnaba
Coordinates: 45°25'59.4"N 12°19'29.6"E
Desde Fondamenta Foscarini, por la calle del Cristo y Fondamenta Malcanton, gire a la derecha cruzando el puente hacia la Calle del Forno, donde podrá ver este encantador intercomunicador con sus ojos sonando .. ;)))
Coordenadas: 45°26'04.9"N 12°19'23.4"E
En el Campo S. Margherita tenemos un descanso en el Restaurante de Albergo Capon en la plaza.
Coordenadas: 45°26'03.5"N 12°19'25.9"E
Después de un buen espresso, girar a la izquierda en el frente sobre el Canal del Río Tèra hasta el Ponte dei Pugni y sobre el Río de S. Barnaba, inmediatamente a la izquierda sobre la Fondamenta Gherardini, donde encontramos el Museo de Leonardo Da Vinci en Campo S. Barnaba.
Coordenadas: 45°25'59.4"N 12°19'29.6"E
An old-fashioned wooden intercom, staring at visitors of Seodaemun Prison's torture cells. The prison was built by the Japanese occupying forces to arrest Korean freedom fighters.
The Chinese characters on the right say "Take more exercise, bear up under affliction", thanks to zealotmat for the translation.
‘Warning Warning, Experiment 12485 Tank breech’
The voice over the intercoms sounded as vault dwellers of Vault 120 scurried about looking for ways to contain the experiment and the hazardous fluids that spilled out from its tank.
‘Warning Warning Tank Breech radiation levels likely to be harmful to humans. Warning Warning’ Again the intercom voice shout as the lead scientists approached the room that contained the deep sea creatures they had injected with Human DNA over the last 150 years.
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((Krature))-Leader- Applier HUD for Riptide Tail
This tail is …I need a couch made out of this leather!...Okay maybe not actually! But I do love the texture of this. I can just imagine the feel of the leather looking at this tail!
It comes in the following Colors
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[Floro]- Mekanisk Exosuit- Featuring White Ocean
This Exo Suit is total fire! It gives me Kai’Sa vibes from League of Legends in all the best ways.
This BOM & Materials suit has so much variety and ways to use it!
Here is some High Lights
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Paesia- Harrowing Visage- Featuring Bone
This newest release by Paesia is so freaking versatile. Demons, deep sea merfolk, Occultists, followers of eldritch gods, heck everyone who does dark fantasy can make some kick ass looks using this!!
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6th March 2017:
Wet, cold and miserable out so I looked around the apartment for inspiration.
Not sure if this inspired me, but I liked how it came out. It's the cable to the intercom phone.
Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites. :O)
Vecchio interfono fuori uso. Monocromo naturale. Old intercom out of order. Natural monochrome. Dettaglio. Detail. Bologna 2016.
P.S. There is a bug near the upper left corner of the Oracle, use the + lens if you like. I didn't noticed it before posting the shot, only after. Quantum Physics joke? :-))
... coffee every morning with Max Lucado is my current therapy du jour. That's Lucado with a long "A" and I found that out listening to some of Max's Upwords on his website:
I've resisted the impulse to go to Max's website, highlight and copy some of his best stories and paste them here for you to read. If you want to read Max Lucado, do it the right way. Go buy one of his books or go check one out at your library. You owe it to yourself to take him seriously.
Day before yesterday I had a big grin at one of Max's stories. He tells of going to the church gym to play basketball. The players are made up of a diverse age and size variety, Max calls the "flat bellies" and the "fat bellies."
The flat bellies are agile and admired for their precision moves. They score a high percentage of baskets as the morning workout progresses. They are however, very tolerant and respectful of the fat bellies.
the fat bellies are very respectful of the flat bellies and admire their precision moves, their high basket scores and their youth and vitality.
The flat bellies respect the fat bellies because the fat bellies have the keys to the gymnasium in their pockets.
We all need to go through life remembering who has the keys to the gymnasium in their pocket.
I'd heard this story before, probably in one of Sherry's sermons (she's been reading Max Lucado for years).
Two battleships have been in stormy seas for days on manuevers off the Pacific Coast. In the early morning hours, still stormy with visibility at near zero, the intercom crackles "forward lookout to bridge, there's a light dead ahead." Because of the weather, the Captain has remained on the bridge and responds, "Forward lookout, this is the Captain, keep observing the light and tell me if it moves starboard or port or remains steady. If it remains steady it means we are on collision course."
A little while later the forward lookout reports the light is remaining steady. The captain sends a signalman out who flashes the message. "Light off point bow, change your course twenty degrees." From the light there comes the signal, "You change your course twenty degrees." The captain has the signalman send, "I am the Captain of this vessel and I command you to change your course by twenty degrees." The response comes, "I am a Yeoman 2nd Class and I instruct you to change your course twenty degrees."
Enraged, the Captain has this message sent, "This is a United States Battleship, change your course twenty degrees." From the light comes the response, "This is a lighthouse, change your course twenty degrees."
I don't need to finish this story. But the question that begs being answered is, "How much of our time do we spend demanding that lighthouses change their courses?"
I got Karen's beautiful red sunset shortly after I'd finished my "Coffee with Max" session and this thought came to mind.
An unusually percentage of males have a visual abnormality known in laymen's terms as "red-green color blindness."
During World War II, one of the sad things was the number of qualified young men who wanted to be aircraft pilots, but were color-blind. As I recall, they became bombardiers or navigators or maybe gunners. They can't be policemen. They will live and die and never know what the color "red" looks like.
I've tried to image how you could describe with words the color "red" to someone, to lessen their loss. I haven't even come up with a vague outline.
The question we all need to ask is, "What are our color-blind spots, our blind spots? What are the things we will never be able to fathom because of a flaw in one of the five senses?" If we know ourselves, our strengths (like the keys to the gym in our pocket) and our weaknesses (like color-blindness) and accept them, we'll be better able to deal with life.
09-08-2013
Madrid
MARCA ESPAÑA SERIE
BRAND SPAIN SERIES
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I noticed this rather antiquated intercom system as I walked past the Bank of England the other week. It's these little urban details that make London such a great city for photography.
The first of my new building project: "Secret Weapons of the Luftwaffe".
The Focke-Wulf Project 8 was the last of the Luftwaffe's secret bomber projects. The development of this revolutionary design was crippled by supply issues as Germany's industrial production ground to a halt in the latter stages of the war.
I'll post separate images of the aircraft itself shortly.
Christopher Evgeniou 23rd September 2005 - 17th September 2023 🚳 My 17 year old Motorcycle Warrior 😭
My little big guy wanted to grow up fast, turned into a man overnight and paid the ultimate price 😭
My eldest boy Christopher who would have turned 18 yesterday Saturday 23rd September 2023 died at the scene of a horrific motorcycle accident at the corner of Forest Road and Roach Street in the Sydney suburb of Arncliffe whilst attempting to be resuscitated despite his injuries and best efforts to no avail 19:28 Sunday 17th September 2023 😭
Investigation is underway with the coroner to determine findings (accident investigation, cause of death and toxicology report) but we know after identifying Christopher’s body at the Coroner, Christopher’s body sustained violent high speed direct impact injuries both internal and external which are horrific at the least.... Christopher would have faced a poor quality of life and outcome if he survived but no matter what and unconditionally, I would have looked after and cared for my boy 😭 Christopher's body is yet to be released by the coroner
Christopher acquired his motorcycle license two weeks prior to his motorcycle accident, Christopher had never ridden motorcycles before.... We tried to brainwash Christopher into not buying a motorcycle but he was determined and would have gone down that path with or without my support so in light of his decision to buy a motorcycle commuting back and forth for work I took him shopping gifting him $700 for a helmet and gloves one week after acquiring his motorcycle license as an early birthday gift then we had lunch out spending the rest of day together…. Additionally I gave Christopher $1.5k towards the purchase of motorcycle which he would contribute $3k of savings…. Christopher went to buy a 2013 HONDA CB500F the following week 16:00 Sunday 17th September 2023 and on the way home lost control without any interference of another vehicle and violently slammed into a tree taking full brunt at 87kmh whilst in a 60kmh zone at 19:28 😭 It was a big motorcycle, I would have been afraid to ride it! Christopher had the motorcycle in his possession for less than four hours and never made it home down the driveway to show me in his enthusiasm 😭 You can’t imagine my guilt and feeling responsible regardless.... I can take it and own it! I will live with it and carry that shit on my back for the rest of my existence along with everything else accumulated thus far in my timeline and journey! 😐
All I wanted to do is support Christopher's effort and enthusiasm, he was making great strides, I wanted him to be happy and I contributed in killing him 😭 We discussed all week how I wanted to go with him to inspect and buy the motorcycle but insisted every time ‘no dad, my friend rides bikes’ and so they would go together.... I wanted to respect his decision and give him space to learn, be independent and grow not stepping on his toes so to speak but rather support him…. Christopher enthusiastically asked me the night before, when he comes home with the bike if I wanted to come downstairs to look at it with him and I said 'Christopher, its going to be dark by the time you get home but I'll wait for you downstairs on Monday to have a look when you get back from work' 😭 I am plagued and hunted by that conversation everyday! I knew Christopher was high risk, OMG what have I done, I can’t grasp and fathom it, I'm a fucking idiot and totally out of my mind supporting the idea of a motorcycle when I could have brought 10 cars for him! I am part of the chain of events that killed my lovely boy 😭
Christopher started his carpentry trade apprenticeship working 6 days per week a few months ago and was starting TAFE in October with officially being backdated…. Christopher would contribute 10% of earnings towards the household, would wake up for work on his own, clean up, wash and pick up after himself, was very pleasant to be around and was a fine young man to be proud of…. I am gutted and numb, how could this be a reality!
We talked for months about going out for lobster September 23rd to celebrate Christopher’s 18th birthday then have a few drinks at the bar, sadly we never made it for lobster and drinks 😭 Instead, Christopher’s friends and us 6 days after his death celebrated his 18th birthday roadside last night at the site of his accident which has turned into a shrine both day and night, setup a table with steamed dumplings and dim sims, Greek spanakopita (spinach and cheese pita) also spinach and cheese filled triangle puff pastries, mini meat pies and sausage rolls, custard layered sponge birthday cake with fruit and berries on top, baked his favorite homemade banana cake, icebox with beers and water also his favorite drink Galliano Sambuca…. Christopher’s inner circle of five all got the number 17 tattooed on their hand and they also ordered t-shirts to be made which were worn on the night
Christopher and I planned for so much, I use to make weekly BBQ smoked meats cooked low and slow with indirect charcoal, his favorite being pork ribs with honey, I would ask him every week what meat he wanted for the following week.... We were going to renovate, design and build an outdoors BBQ charcoal pit also wood fired oven, work on cars and bikes then develop a knockdown rebuild property turning into a duplex site or ideally terraces.... I told Christopher to keep his head down and keep doing what he was doing grinding out the routine because I was so proud of him and his progress, I told him that every day when he would come through the door after work.... I would buzz him up through the intercom and run to the door opening it to greet him then eager to warm up his food and serve him dinner, try to engage with 'how was your day and what were you working on?'…. I told Christopher we would go to Japan and South Korea for culture and street food next year also to Laos, Thailand and Vietnam another time.... I gave Christopher my old school custom lifted and locked 1995 Solid Axle LN106 Toyota Hilux yeah it was defected by police for illegal lift modifications and unregistered as a result which needed full pit inspection to pass for registration but it was going to be his (our) long term project and we were going to work on it together to restore and get it back on the road…. Christopher asked me to help him work on his bike when he got it and I said ‘yeah Christopher for sure’ 😭 I never got a chance to hear Christopher and the bike come down the driveway 😭
Christopher just started to get a taste for life - Girls, mateship, travel, work, money, responsibility, experimentation, vices, planning and decision making, independence and what a supporting family really meant in the real world outside of school as an adult and had the whole world in his palms 😭 Remember when you were 17? Christopher literally thought he turned into a man overnight and paid the ultimate price but in reality, Christopher was just a kid, my kid and I let him slip right through my fucking fingers and hands 😭
I must add and make no mistake, it was not all a bed of roses, strawberry cream, champagne, pot of gold at the end of a rainbow and certainly no fucking fairy tales! We had some tough times with Christopher after the last Sydney COVID lockdowns ended late 2021 after he was coerced like everyone one else in the population by our State Government into being jabbed twice with their vaccine poisons as this was in their own words 'the only path out of lockdown'.... Christopher started to smoke weed and drink alcohol also vape, skip school, not go to school, abruptly stopped doing homework and assignments, up until 4am on his phone, wake up at 2pm, became very aggressive and abusive, habitual lying, stealing money, street and park brawls, police coming to the house.... Christopher became an angry young man and we could not even talk to him without a supernova response.... Seems I was the source focus and cause to all his grievances.... Christopher's behavior increasingly exacerbated during the course of 2022, he had run away from home a few times then come back.... One time after coming back, Christopher crash tackled and assaulted me, ground and pounded on me whilst I was on the ground and stood over me like a UFC fighter, he meant it with hatred in his heart and had the eye of the tiger in his stare.... I cant even remember what was said for it to flare up and end up in a fight.... I know it sounds cowardly but Christopher was bigger, stronger, faster, unpredictable and extremely erratic…. I'm no push over, I grew up in tough migrant neighborhoods with hardship where violence, drugs and crime was normal along with the smell of death and misery filled the air so I've been around the block more than a few times and done it all, seen a lot in my time, more than most, self made and still going around the fucking block but I must admit and without shame, I was afraid of Christopher in my own home 😑 We didn’t know what to do but the fear of living in your home with your child like that was horrible…. I went away on a prospecting trip October 2022 for three weeks to have some respite and me time in the remote bush contemplating how to move forward, during this time things flared up at home and Christopher rampaged through the house destroying everything in his path, packed his bag and left again…. I cut my trip short to get back and try to deal with the aftermath…. Christopher’s behavior was out of control and I thought my boy would end up in the red light districts with needles in his arms overdosing in gutters, in/out of jail and mental health institutions or dead…. A week later Christopher returns, ends up at the door downstairs after moving from place to place sleeping on sofas and I tell him to put his bags down outside, to not bring his belongings in the house because we will go upstairs and talk in a civilized manner engaging and exchanging first and after hearing me out either he will agree to stay bringing his stuff up or he can take his stuff and go but he was to decide that and not us…. My terms were simple – No abusive behavior either verbally or physically, no slamming of doors or windows, no breaking of personal or household items, no drug use, phone off on or before 11pm and out of reach, finish school or find a job in a trade, respect and work around other people’s needs in the household, open communication so airing grievances and concerns, negotiation, when working contribute to the household also pay for personal and household items smashed in last rampage…. We never made it upstairs to talk, Christopher violently lashed out and came at me downstairs even before I got a chance to finish talking so my spouse and younger boy Constantine (16) intervened…. My spouse then drove Christopher to his grandmothers place where he stayed for a few months till they could no longer tolerate and support his behavior so Christopher voluntarily left before they kicked him out, went to stay at his mates place and that’s where he lived for the next five months till second week of May 2023 where I would take everyone out for dinner once per week including Christopher to figure out how to reintegrate him coming home and even if this proposal was possible…. We did that for six weeks once per week and I could not have asked for a better outcome, not for me or us but for Christopher whom made a complete turnaround, he was a changed man…. At Christopher's friend’s family house he would pay $100 per week in board, supply groceries along with toiletries and personal grooming items also cook his own meals and do his own laundry..... Christopher found a job in the early stages of moving into his friends family home, albeit unreliable work but was enough to pay his way week by week…. We monitored his progress behind the scenes through back channels trying to figure it all out with the good, the bad and the ugly.... That time away into the real world opened up his eyes to the reality of life outside of school and home changing his mindset perspective becoming reciprocal.... I was so proud of Christopher and his achievements moving forward…. As hard as it was for me as a parent, I supported him being away because it seems he was in a better frame of mind and became a better person being in the real world rather than at home with us and if that is what it took then so be it.... I was all for it, to sacrifice my needs to my child for his greater good, all the power to him.... Then when Christopher came home he was thin and malnourished but we nurtured him to good health and he continued to evolve, improve and positively progress, he was clearly not the same Christopher who left and we had also changed in the process…. Sadly, we only had Christopher at home for 10 weeks before he died 😭 and they were some of the best times I have had relating to Christopher as a man and mate, not a child I was raising.... What a privilege, honor and absolute pleasure! I didn't care that he drank and smoked weed explaining to him as long as it didn't interfere with his work, family, friends and relationships.... Young men will drink and smoke, that's what they do socially and I'm not a fucking fool, ignorant or arrogant as I too was a young man once upon a time.... What a waste of a young life with so much potential who barely touched and scratched the surface 😭
We have never been parents, the kids have never been kids, there are no rehearsals OR scripts OR 101 how to and guidebooks OR rules OR time on/off/out OR magic solutions OR money trees nor respawn only examples from our parents and what character traits along with values they possessed to display but that was all in a different time and generation so everything is trial and error but at the same time constantly challenging and changing dynamic settings/environments making the best decisions possible weighing up all the available information at hand in any given situation with so many directions to go in with variables
So now, once the Coroner releases Christopher’s body to our funeral director, I will inspect his body in full detail as I want to dress him then we will have a formal viewing another evening then when it is time for cremation, on the day Christopher will be driven past our home in the hearse also around where my mom Angeliki lived as they were very close right up to Angeliki’s death 31st October 2019, a few weeks before this SARS-CoV-2 (COVID-19) shit hit the fan in Wuhan, then the long slow drive to Macquarie Park Cemetery and Crematorium where we will have a 1.5 hour service at the Lotus Pavilion outdoor undercover Chapel attended by a Chinese Buddhist Monk whom will send Christopher with spiritual chant and prayer then Christopher will be moved to the onsite Crematorium which we will do a Witness Insertion…. We will then collect Christopher’s ashes at a later date in an Urn, transport them to the Chinese Mingyue Lay Buddhist Temple in Bonnyrigg where another ceremony will be conducted again by a Chinese Buddhist Monk onsite in the location where Christopher’s ashes will finally reside and permanently
OMFG NONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOO, Christopher was ONLY 17! My son Christopher was taken away from us by a fucking tree GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 👿
I was working on this pic for about a week back and forth, would show Christopher my progress at night, particularly when I figured out how to do the blades effects.... I was so excited to show him and he would say ‘yeah dad nice’ so this post is in honor of 🚳 My 17 year old Motorcycle Warrior 😭 RIP my lovely young man after your short existence in turmoil and toil, I LOVE YOU and MISS YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH 😭
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Thank you
Built in 1921, this Belgian thermal power plant of Electrabel (originally Intercom) produced enormous quantities of energy from coal. Responsible for 10% of the CO2 emissions in Belgium, the factory was definitively closed in 2007.
Spread on about ten hectares, the site is formed by the main building (with a recent and two old turbines), a cooling tower and the offices. Today, the power plant is the property of the WANTY company, and many urban explorers from all around the world come to see it (especially its cooling tower).
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Construite en 1921, cette centrale thermique d'Electrabel (originalement Intercom) située en région wallonne produisait d’énormes quantités d’énergie à partir de charbon. Responsable de 10% des émissions de CO2 de Belgique à elle-seule, l’usine a été fermée définitivement en 2007.
Étendue sur une dizaine d'hectares, cette centrale est notamment formée d'un bâtiment principal et d'une tour de refroidissement, auxquels se rajoutent des bâtiments administratifs et une annexe munie d'une turbine de secours construits dans les années 60. Aujourd'hui la propriété de la société WANTY, cette centrale et surtout sa tour de refroidissement sont la proie d'urbexeurs venant du monde entier.