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If there is a bright spot to this week of working in isolation it's being here when an unusual visit by an extra train makes an appearance. Just before noon CN 5400 arrived with an empty center sill flat car (from Colfax probably) and two gondolas full of new ties. I wasn't ready to record their arrival and they proceeded to the west end of the siding where they tacked the lumber empty onto the string of cars already stored there. After that they shoved the gondolas up the main until clear of the east end and headed back into the siding where they dropped the tie cars. With construction expected on the autoport spur these could be for that project, or perhaps for normal maintenance as I doubt this is enough ties to cover all the new construction.
Once the gondolas were tied down here, the power moved down to the stored flats for air tests etc. With the stored cars ready to move for the first time in many months they backed out of the siding to begin the trip back east. New Richmond, WI, March 18, 2020.
Duxford, Cambridgeshire. During the UK Government-imposed lockdown of all but essential travel and social interaction, folk with houses along the road have been putting teddy bears in their windows for children to spot as they do their daily quota of exercise. This was my favourite one on the streets of Duxford.
Model: Rachel Power
'Feelings of ... Repression' First shot from the series done this morning, the theme of negative feelings or our latent fears. This one explores how we can sometimes lock away our true selves from others, sometimes deliberately, sometimes because others repress who we are.
Vittoria & Bastian have some company staying with them for this period of covid confinement. Bastian's little sister Brooke & best friends Gabriel and Milo are staying with them. Together they are a Quaranteam!! Stay Safe & Stay Home!!
Alien Isolation
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Cheat Engine table for FoV, DoF & Freecam
XML Tweaks for shadow and particle resolution & surface reflectiveness.
Turned off in-game grain
1440p (cropped)
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away
Attribution: Mike DelGaudio : mikedelgaudio.com
Inside my vocal isolation booth for voiceover work. Samples of my voiceover work are available at mikedelgaudio.com
Links are to more information about the product
- Isolation Booth: Whisper Room 48x48 Single wall with window. whisperroom.com
- Acoustic Treatment: Owens Corning 703 (install video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=m1A6mxsmRO4)
- Flooring: Cushioned anti-fatigue mat amzn.to/1SoPQ7E
- Mounted Microphone: Sennheiser MHK 416 amzn.to/1PM2EpD
- Mic Stand: On Stage Boom Mic amzn.to/1KfB8i6
- Interface: Audient ID 22 amzn.to/1KfCrh0
- Keyboard Logitech Bluetooth Solar keyboard amzn.to/1KfAtx7
- Monitor (Screen): HP2207 amzn.to/1RRfyTA
- Monitor Stand: DIY 60" Iron Pipe (1"), Iron Flange and VESA Mount bracket for Poles amzn.to/1SoOABu
- Headhones: Sennheiser HD380Pro with custom cable. (Hanging on cart) amzn.to/1KfAd0U and amzn.to/1KfAlgQ
- Desk: Kitchen Cart with Wood Shelf and Hooks www.walmart.com/ip/Mainstays-Multi-Purpose-Cart-Chrome/35...
- Lighting: LED Strip with dimmer: amzn.to/1RRhsn0 and Mounting Channels: amzn.to/1SoRrKJ
- Mics below on shelves:
--- Neumann TLM 103 - amzn.to/1RRgGq9
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--- CAD E100S - amzn.to/1RRgJlW
Taken for AAW: Isolation
One of the things that has struck me about this time is the police tape around playgrounds. Having already taken a bunch of pictures of that, I decided to try something a little different.
Cropped to 4:3 and edited.
IMGP8710
Isolation
10" x 18" x 1", Acrylic on wood, plastic
Part of the 'lonely group', to go along with Solitude :)
- Private Commission
©2010 Jason Limon. www.limon-art.com
Mamiya RB67
Mamiya Sekor 127 mm f/3.5 K/L
Rollei Retro 80S shot at 80
Ilfotec DD-X 1+4 4:30 @ 20C
Epson V600
Lighting:
Godox AD200 with 150 cm softbox
Godox TT685F behind my back
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away
Alien Isolation
Reshade
Cheat Engine table for FoV, DoF & Freecam
XML Tweaks for shadow and particle resolution & surface reflectiveness.
Turned off in-game grain
1440p (cropped)
I'm continuing a series I started on Insta where I've been sharing my own personal struggles with Isolation and lack of access to quality medical care.
Once again I have a new medical team and once again this means my referrals are no longer available to me because once again it's been suggested that I also change medical insurance.
There's a big part of me that feels like I've once again allowed people to influence me into making bad choices for my overall health, wellbeing and existence.
I say this because I was scan away from starting chemotherapy that I've not had access to for well over a year. While the cancer is fully treatable and curable, it was stage three when it was finally diagnosed properly. I went nearly two years being told it was nothing, then to being told it was fat pockets or dislodged fat. That's not a thing. Fat doesn't just hang out in the body. it could become blood clots resulting in death. Lipodystrophy was once a common side effect of first generation drugs to treat what was once called "the gay cancer" or "GRID" Gay Retro Immune Disease. However today's medications is far more advanced and things like this are very very rare. She telling me it was this as well was simply incorrect. When the blood test cane back normal for cancer, I was ordered to forget it and let it go. March 10, 2021, two years after feeling the lumps grown larger and larger in my neck, under my arms and other areas and after two hospital stays and an AIDS diagnosis that came on February 3, 2021, after 12 years of controlled undetected HIV, but 41 days without access to the one pill I took daily only missing when I couldn't get them prescribed. It was like a 1 to 2 punch right to my face.
Friends who started this journey with me, went with me to every single medical appointment and saw what was happening are pretty much no longer available. Isolating me even more and left with feelings of my decline becoming too much for them and the burden of my being so sick, not with mental illness issues which have affected all of them, but my best friend the most, no work, bills mounting, eating cat and dog food and at times from garbage bins just so not to feel like this massive burden to them or this huge failure to myself.
I'm also not fighting for housing and thought of homelessness in my state creates more mental stress, anxiety, panic attacks. I no longer feel safe expressing how I feel or what I am dealing with 24 hours a day 7 days a week with no breaks. To know that threats of homelessness come from the very places I must turn to for support who hold my housing in their hands and can end it at anytime is very crippling.
It's come to my attention that the people I love, the people I consider my friends, the people I've trusted are saying things that have worked and are working against me completely devastates me.
from one pill a day and occasionally having to take a pain medication to help me control Sickle Cell is now these pills in the pictures.
1 pill twice a day
1 pill once a day
1 pill four times a day
1 pill 3 times a day
3 pills once a day
1 5ml dose every 6 hours
I have to set alarms in order not to forget.
I still have no idea if the cancer has spread any further. I've not had my colonoscopy
All of these pills come with hefty side effects, including heart and breathing problems, drastic mood swings, skin problems, brain issues, drowsiness, irritability, inability to function and death.
I must monitor my blood pressure and oxygen constantly.
I was already struggling to hold me camera and tonight I couldn't hold it still with a 50mm lens. I had to place it on a tripod.
95% of the time I am alone. My friend Andrew comes by on Sundays to take me and the dogs to Santa Monica, my hometown. Besides doctors appointments this is my only outing. He is the only contact I have with a human being in person. Imagine what this feels like.
This is my life........fading away