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Theme: Legends Never Die - The Dark Side of the Moon
The Martian background with the two moons and silhouette of the jet fighter were generated with prompts to Grok.
Cropped in images initially came from this piece that was done in Paint(dot)Net 10 years ago:
www.flickr.com/photos/iohannesii/14238639961/in/dateposted/
All photo editing done in Krita.
Makhis was never satisfied, though, with the victories of their defensive measures as part of the Pakeret Mehuetey – the Northern Frontier Patrol. Sure, the missions were always exciting. Who wouldn't find flying some of the best apeyew (aircraft) of the Noble Guard, or using the latest and greatest military gadgetry, and going on covert, clandestine missions as being in some ways exhilarating? Certainly, to share this adrenaline rush with friends that were equally enthused about these sorts of operations was a great bonus. - Except from 'Harmakhis', Ch 7, by John A. Crawford (YouTube, X, facebook, Wix)
It's not that I expected one day to be Euerey Pedjet Aeshey. What is that? It's something like troop commander or captain pilot, but we just shorten it to EPA. But, anyways, I guess I expected Hondo to become the EPA of the pedjet aeshew, that is, the squadron. He became Iemey Eren Eherew Aeshey, which is the rear guard, or sentry position. We shorten this to IEEA. It's a very imporant position, and Hondo has saved my rear on numerous occasions, both in the skies and on land.
For our left wing, or Demat Iahebey, which we shorten to DI, is Chigaru, who we nicknamed as Ayenepewetey Mehuew, or Anubian Hunter. He's the best tracker we got, not to mention able to make things work when we need them to. The best example I can give is when he had to rig a vehicle so we could get out of an enemy camp before one of Hondo's explosives blew everything sky high.
And this lioness to the right of me, Nailah, well, she's always to the right of me. She takes her role as Demat Weret, or Right Wing seriously - which is, as you may have guessed, shortened to DW. She's also our pedjet aeshew, our medic.
What squadron are we? We're the Jahi Gahiji Minkha, which, of course, is shortened to JGM. Yes, we're that JGM, also known by your native tongue as Dignified Hunters of Justice. We are feared by the Nirgalians that have had the misfortune to meet us out on the grid while out doing our duty as Pakeret Mehuetey, that is the Northern Frontier Patrol.
When we hear the call over the coms, “Api biaet! Aehuem djebetew aedew!” We are indeed ready to fly into the heavens and to destroy the enemy targets. The usual ayew aehet, or 'dog swoop,' which I believe you call a dog fight in your tongue, was a four on four battle in the sky. In all modesty, to say the JGM is the best of the best might still be considered modest. That we've managed to survive and win the majority of our battles, that have resulted in the numerous Bik Dematet, the falcon wings of victory, those answer for us.
But, certainly, we've had our losses. The most memorable was to the enemy's recent weapon, an apeyaed, or flying mech. Though the theory of what was done was sound strategy, we we were not dealing with any ordinary apeyaed. This one was much more agile and had weaponry that out-matched our own. If it wasn't for the safety system kicking in the escape teleport, I wouldn't be here today to tell you this. It sent me into a bit of shell shock, but I'm getting better. Soon,the JGM will have flying mechs of our own, with new weaponry that ought to help us take down this new threat and send the enemy to Duat.
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The darkness was unbearable. It was like nothing that Makhis had ever experienced. He wasn't sure if he was alive or dead. There was nothing to indicate one way or the other. All he could see was the darkness – if you could call that seeing anything at all.
“Makhis.”
He heard his name, but he couldn't make out the voice. It came at first in a rasping whisper.
“Makhis.”
He heard again. The voice became recognizable as that of a girl. It drew curiosity since it sounded so familiar.
“Makhis, why are you here?”
“Khatie?” he asked, trying to look in the direction of where the voice had come from. But yet, in the darkness, there was no way to gain any bearing on direction. The call of the voice was directed at him, but it seemed to come from everywhere, or nowhere in particular, all at the same time. Was it internal? Was it external? Could it be both? He couldn't tell.
The voice didn't answer one way or the other, but instead continued to call out his name. “Makhis, why are you here?”
“Khatie, Sister?” he asked again, “Why am I here? Wait, what are you doing here... and, where is 'here'?”
“Why are you here Makhis?” responded the supposed Khatie,
“You shouldn't be here.”
“But where are we?” Makhis asked, “Why shouldn't I be here? What's going on Sis?”
“You shouldn't be here,” the alleged voice of Khatie answered again.
“Why Sis?” Makhis asked, “Why shouldn't I be here?”
“Because,” she who might be Khatie replied, “If you stay, I will have to kill you.”
Except from 'Harmakhis', Ch 8, by John A. Crawford (YouTube, X, facebook, Wix)
Legend says she scolded so hard the pigment quit.
Back in the early days of birds, the Vireo had bright amber eyes—soft, shimmering, and full of possibility.
But she was also… territorial.
Very territorial.
If you so much as looked at her flower patch, she’d puff up and scold you halfway to next Tuesday.
One day, a cowbird swooped in to lay an egg in her nest.
The Vireo lost her mind.
She screamed. She flailed. She dive-bombed that cowbird with the fury of a thousand hummingbirds denied sugar water.
And when the cowbird left, the Vireo turned to the heavens and shouted, “Was that really necessary!?”
At that moment, the Great Bird Beyond (who may have been napping) opened one massive eye, peered down, and sighed.
Then, with a puff of celestial wind—whoosh!
The color drained from her irises like ink from a leaky pen.
Since then, all White-eyed Vireos wear that pale, eerie stare.
Not from age. Not from wisdom.
But from the day a cowbird crossed the line, and the universe said: “Okay, that’s enough drama.”
Moral:
Some scars don’t show—unless they’re in your eyeballs.
Ericgram:
1. She Saw Red, Then She Saw White
2. The Bird Who Yelled Her Eyes Out
Kinderdijk Netherlands
According to a legend, Kinderdijk thanks it's name to a special event during the flood. A cradle with a child on the waves was kept in balance by a cat and stranded on the slope of a dike. The spot where this happened was named Kinderdijk...
Technical info:
ND110 - 10 stops.
C-Pol - 2stops
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ISO100
10 mm
241s (4min01s) exposure
Software:
Lightroom 3.0
PS CS5 - Color Efex Pro
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É claro que o dia ia ficar nublado hj! Quem nunca, né?
O Shock é um holográfico rosa e lindo da coleção New Prism, passei ele pq queria muito já começar com meus rosas pro mês de Outubro.
Usei a acqua base da própria Dance Legend e achei ela meio grossa, vocês sabem com o que eu poderia diluir?
Usei duas camadas do Shock e finalizei com TC da Impala.
Não teve sol mas teve a luz do escritório, deu pra mostrar o prisma e esse esmalte é lindo mesmo na sombra!
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Hoje tem esse lindoviski russo lá no blog! :D
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Ele é lindooo, quero todos os Dance Legend do mundo! \o/
Lá no blog tem muuuuitas fotos e mais informações.
Beijooo meninas e ótimo sábado! <3
Hey there, here's my 6th and final entry for the CCC
I really liked the videogame category, but I don't really play a lot of games. At some point I saw the game Rayman Legends and it looked quite interesting, so I did a bit of research and started on this build. I never played the game myself, but if my small research was good enough, the build I made is based on the level called 'castle in the clouds'.
It was a pretty rushed build, but for only a few hours of building, I think it turned out pretty good...
I hope you enjoy this entry, and I would like to hear your opinion!
Jaap Bijl
A host of Legend People stand petrified, until time wears them down and quarries them away. It seemed very easy to find oneself getting too close to the edge of these vistas while searching for an exciting vantage point, all the while exhorting the children to "stay back." And, it turns out, the surface can be rather slippery.
Nine classic fighters in formation at Flying Legends Airshow, Duxford. 9.7.16
One Bearcat, two Corsairs, one Wildcat , two Spitfires and three P-51D Mustangs.
The Arrowverse version of Stargirl was active during World War II, rather than in the current Post Crisis continuity where she is a modern, legacy character. I'm cool with that.
Legends
Lost Place scene in the Black Forest, Germany
Legenden
Lost Place Szene im Schwarzwald, Deutschland
46233 'Duchess of Sutherland' and 60009 'Union of South Africa' stand side by side at Carlisle on 7th September 2013.
Die Ecke Broadway / 5th Avenue in Nashville ist einer der zentralen Punkte in Downtown. Das Streetartgemälde des Legends Corner hat die Countrygrößen hier vereient. Die Dachterasse gehört zu einem der legendären Countryclubs der Stadt - das Tootsies.
He is!
Happy birthday Aftab bahi. Yes, everything is temporary, like that drop clinging to the last bit of adhesive force. But as long as you trek through your amazing journey, know that you are respected and loved. I wish for sunshine for your days ahead, for you've been the source of light and inspiration for so many :)
P.S. I am clearly one of the last few people to wish you, but blame it on my time zone :P I am still technically "in time"!
A band named "Legend" jamming for tips at the Colorado Springs Flea Market. They played country, country rock, rock, & R&B. Unusually, all 3 members sang lead on different songs (and quite well too.) A really good band.
Build videos/LDD file: www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL6NWVRJbOK_VxtEPe2CRJ27jv3...
This is the second largest build I've ever done! It ends up totalling 6255 pieces, and is 116 cm long. I'm very happy with the final result!
GWR 813 + NCB 49 working the 18:29 East Tanfield - Andrews House freight during Tanfield Railways Legends of Industry gala. 14th June 2019
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.
He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.
‘Why do you weep?’ the goddesses asked.
‘I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
‘Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,’ they said, ‘for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.’
‘But… was Narcissus beautiful?’ the lake asked.
‘Who better than you to know that?’ the goddesses asked in wonder. ‘After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!’
The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:
‘I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.’
~ Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
While looking at those reflections, this story came to mind. So thought of framing that moment as it was. A photograph is not only a scene that you see through a camera- sometimes it could be something that touched your heart or a thought. Every photo has a moment and a story too.
When there's no room left in the water temple the dead will walk upon Hyrule!!
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"British Legend"
Meeting aérien "Air Legend" 2019 (Melun-Villaroche)
Supermarine Spitfire T.9 - G-LFIX s/n ML407 - RAF
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