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Her flesh quivers... she pauses alone momentarily, gasping to find the inner strength to fight the crushing pain. Beauty is suffering.
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Canon EOS 550D + Canon EF-S 10-22mm
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This particular image is published in Landscape Photographer Of The Year Book 02
We were around at midpoint of out ascent up Ingleborough clambering over limestone crags, loose scree & limestone walls which made things very difficult. This was definitely not the tourist trail as we had took a wrong turning & knew the direction we had to go, it was just getting back on the track . We manged to get over the worst of it & then completely by accident came across this beauty. It was quite windy at this point & wish i had brought the tripod but we had to travel lightly. The light wasnt all that good & i have vowed to return to this very spot again on a better day. The rocks you can see is Limestone which through erosion creates a Limestone pavement which we had to cross. The crevaces gouged out between these rocks were quite deep up to 3ft in parts. Whilst steadily making our way across we came upon a skeleton of a sheep which had obviously fallen in between the rocks & couldnt get back out again & died where it fell.
The tree you can see was the only one around which really made this a special place for me.It made me wonder why was this tree was here & no others .How long had it been here?
Upon reaching the summit of Ingleborough around an hour later we could look down & see this lonely tree.......Isolated against all the elements, yet surviving in its own very special unique way.
Well done boys (my two young sons) for getting up there without any complaints whatsoever !
Justice League Watchtower, 4 hours ago.
The room fell quite for no less than a second, I stood across from Bruce, seeing the anger in his eyes from Diana's soon to come rampage.
WW: You cannot be serious Bruce!
B: He deserves to be here. He has passed each and every test I've thrown at him, even better than Dick did many years ago.
GA: Diana has a point, there is something off about this one Bruce.
B:Off? Of course he would be off! He witnessed his father's death, and that scars you permanently, I should know.
WW: Yet still, he seems more dark and damaged than you, or Dick.
NW: Everyone copes with tragedies differently, some could recover in a month, some could go insane. Bruce is right. He deserves to be here.
A: We must take heed. Diana isn't the villain here, she is trying to do what is best for the League.
WW: And let's not forget what happened to Damian and Jason.....
I'm in a voluntary isolation from the physical world until November 10th, when I hope to finish my final paper to graduate in university. This is why I'm quite inactive in my posts. But, be sure, I'm seeing your pictures whenever I can!
Hugs and Peace for you!
Pic by my bro,
PS by me.
Estou em um isolamento voluntário do mundo fÃsico até 10 de Novemtro, quando eu esperto ter acabo meu trabalho final para poder obter a graduação na universidade. Por isso estou meio inativo nos meus posts. Mas, estejam certos, estou vendo suas fotos sempre que posso!
Abraços e Paz!
Former Essex County Isolation Hospital
completed 1931
Belleville, New Jersey
I visited this mysterious old building while conducting a facilities survey on behalf of the former tenant, the Garden State Cancer Center. As I understand it, Dr. David Goldenberg's experimental treatment, using human and animal subjects, involved radioactive (or more correctly "radiolabeled") drugs that directly interact with cancer cells, for the purpose of their detection and treatment. The center has since vacated the premises.
This property has been an attraction for urban explorers for quite some time. During my walk through the building, it seemed almost as spooky as this visual treatment suggests. If you do sneak in, understand there's a chance you'll end up in handcuffs, and that radioactive materials have been, and may currently be stored here.
I want to live all alone in the desert
I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe
I want to live on the Upper East Side
And never go down in the street
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Michael Jackson in Disneyland
Don't have to share it with nobody else
Lock the gates. Goofy, take my hand
And lead me through the World of Self
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Don't want to wake up with no one beside me
Don't want to take up with nobody new
Don't want nobody coming by without calling first
Don't want nothing to do with you
I'm putting tinfoil up on the windows
Lying down in the dark to dream
I don't want to see their faces
I don't want to hear them scream
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
Splendid Isolation
I don't need no one
Splendid Isolation
- Warren Zevon -
I went out with Aaron Yeoman to attempt star trails, we gave up with that nearly straight away after Aaron's tripod developed quite an annoying wobble (plus he was using his new camera for the first time) and combined with a strong and nippy wind made it quite difficult to achieve for our first attempts at doing it. We got a few shots of this tree at Egton with the clear sky though. We used our LED headlamps to light the tree which has given it a slight blue tinge but I don't think it detracts from the photo too much.
Milling isolation traces to make a printed circuit board. The layout is made with cadsoft eagle and the pcb-g-code script. The traces are 0.2mm wide and 0.1mm deep.
This photo takes in some remote country, including my vantage point from Scenic Highway 12. It's called Boulder Mountain Road here, and while it's a Utah state highway, this section between Boulder and Torrey wasn't paved until 1985. Prior to the paving, this part of Utah 12 was closed in the winter.
In the distance are the Henry Mountains. According to Wikipedia, they were "the last mountain range to be added to the map of the 48 contiguous U.S. states", another way of saying they were the last mountains in the country to be explored.
In front of the Henrys is a small portion of Capitol Reef National Park's Waterpocket Fold. My morning route on the Notom Road took me along the fold's opposite side for about twenty-five miles.
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
We're Here! illustrating isolation with no further description.
So, I found the isolation valve or cut-off valve that feeds natural gas to my grill. I leave it isolated when not in use as I think one gas explosion would be too many.
It's an abandoned Sears Home.
It's currently day 2,555 of my self-isolation. I started running 7 years ago with a camera. Still no symptoms of flu.
Yay, hermit life!
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No problem with the neighbours here [not the two legged variety anyway].
This residence is situated on the shore of the Indian Arm, a salt-water fjord that extends about 20 km north from Burrard Inlet, Vancouver. The slopes along the Indian Arm are either heavily forested or sheer granite cliffs. Road access is limited to the communities on the southern portion of the arm, otherwise the only way to get to or from the properties is by boat, as here.