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This papercraft is Spectacular Sivir, a legacy skin of Sivir the Battle Mistress, who is a character from the game League of Legends, the paper model is created by Xherael. The size of finished model is about 520 (H) x 489 (W) x 405 (D) mm.
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In case you missed it from the latest Deadpool flick, Neena Thurman - Domino - has some pretty killer good luck powers. She's also pretty good dual-wielding a couple hardcore blasters!
I'm beginning to feel like I sound like a broken record, but I really dig this Domino figure. I can't believe she goes for less than msrp online!
Figure:
Marvel Legends Domino, Sasquatch Series
Happy collecting!
Mark Andrew is a professional impresonator of Elvis Presley, Dean Martin, John Lennon, Buddy Holly, Tom Jones, Austin Powers. He leaves his audiences with an incredible feeling of having experienced the Legends themselves........Mark Andrew website
1968 Comeback Special Show, Parkes Leagues Club, Parkes Elvis Festival 2010, Parkes, NSW, Australia (Friday 8 Jan 2010)
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SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA - NOVEMBER 05: DRX competes at the League of Legends World Championship Finals on November 5, 2022 in San Francisco, CA. (Photo by Colin Young-Wolff/Riot Games)
Menuhin Legend, 2-CD compilation released by EMI Records Ltd. on 1st February, 2000. Photograph by Lotte Meitner-Graf (1898-1973), Austrian portrait photographer. Design by Paul Mitchell.
Today is the centenary of the birth of the child prodigy Yehudi Menuhin (New York, 22 April 1916 – Berlin, 12 March 1999), the American-born violinist, conductor, and philanthropist, who spent most of his performing career in Britain. He is widely considered one of the greatest violinists of the 20th century - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yehudi_Menuhin
Remembering Yehudi Menuhin (1916-1999), The Music Show, ABC Radio National, Sunday 17 April 2016 - www.abc.net.au/radionational/programs/musicshow/yehudi-me...
Menuhin Centenary - menuhin.org/centenary/
Quo Vadis?
Where are you going?
Gone to the Gods.
To a Forum without form.
After the Fall.
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In the Futurama episode Jurassic Bark, When Bender sees a 20th Century Pizza Parlour in a museum he remarks, "Truly, they were as gods who built this place!"
It's considered that this may be a reference to By The Waters Of Babylon, a 1937 science fiction short story by Stephen Vincent Benet. Babylon is a post-holocaust story, set sometime after a future war has destroyed our present civilization, and the descendants of the survivours wander amongst the ruins wondering at the nature of those who built the abandoned marvels surrounding them. In many respects this is similar to how some later peoples regarded monolithic architectural remains of Roman, Egyptian and other fallen empires and kingdoms.
I took this picture inside Melbourne's Forum Theatre, while waiting for a performance to begin. It's the eastside interior scupture alcove flanking the stage, which, thanks to some clever perspective tricks, look astonishingly large. This is one of Austrian born American architect "Papa" John Eberson's many gaudy Greco-Roman fantasy embellishments in his 1929 Moorish Revival picture palace on the corner of Flinders and Russell Street in Melbourne, Australia. The Forum began life as a cinema and has experienced several reinventions as a live entertainment venue and a revivalist centre.
Eberson designed over 100 picture palaces the world over, many of which no longer exist or have been stripped of their interior decoration, makng the Forum a priceless relic.
Here's another interior detail:
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My camera doesn't handle low lighting levels well and this area was beyond the range of the built in flash so I knew that the shot was going to come out very grainy but in this case that proved to be precisely the effect I wanted, along with a basic sepia filter.
This shot was also off my failed hard drive, so I am one happy camper. It showcases the most prevelant airliner ever built in a way in which it deserves! A truly legendary design.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a Harley-Davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin' in the wind
She's been runnin' half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin' with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes...
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Clean old Panhead at last year's AMA swap meet in Dixon, Ca...
Desafio Meu Nome É... (versão 2 - nomes de esmaltes)
Impression
Libra
Arovana & Aya Sofia
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A
Enquanto avaliava meus esmaltes que começam com a letra A para escolher um, me ocorreu que uma Homa Mani com estes dois ficaria linda, mas como dizia minha vó ~todo penso é torto~, depois de pronta acabei achando que não foi uma combinação muito boa... (quem nunca?) =/
Em compensação, adorei os dois esmaltes! O Aya Sofia estava há mais de dois anos esperando a vez, tadinho, tão lindo, tão delicinha!! A cor é um pink forte, no limite do vermelho, e a fórmula é crelly (mistura de cremoso com jelly), e na unha curtinha ficou ok com 3 camadas, fáceis como manteiga no pãozinho quente. =D
O Arovana, da coleção Caviar, tem o tom de base semelhante ao do Aya Sofia, mas a concentração de glitter floam (preto e branco) dá um aspecto mais escuro ao acabamento final, quando visto de longe, e de pertinho (ou dando zoom na foto) fica uma composição linda de tons de rosa, eu amei!
Ele também fechou com 3 camadas fáceis, embora o indicador esquerdo tenha ficado com algumas falhas (que só percebi vendo as fotos ampliadas no monitor =P), mas demorou um pouco a secar. Nos coments tem uma fotinha das duas mãos juntas, com a colaboração do filho eheh.
Usei:
1x base Miracle Cure, Sally Hansen (3Free)
3x Aya Sofia, Colorama (3Free) - em 5 unhas
3x Arovana, Dance Legend (3Free) - nas outras 5 unhas
Legends. What an appropriate name for the C-2A Greyhound detachment on the USS Gerald Ford. This is 162166/51 landing at Lossie on Monday evening.
PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME if you're expecting to see more pix like this, LFL lasted only a single season in OZ over the 2013/2014 period.
Flying Legends 2017
Classic Air Racers. from front to back,
Percival Mew Gull owned by the Shuttleworth Collection
LeVier Cosmic Wind owned by Pete Kynsey
DH.88 de Havilland Comet owned by the Shuttleworth Collection
Flying Legends 2016
Staill wearing the colours it wore in the filming of Dunkirk, ARCo's Bouchon rolls out onto the grass for the balbo at Duxford.
Many legends have been handed down in the Northern lands about these magical creatures of the woods and caves: the Trolls. Even here in Piedmont stories like these have been handed down by grandparents such as the legend of "Po Valley's faie"... They were small and hairy women always very busy who lived in the mountains in the deep of woods and They taught to women to knit and sew... The farmers who went to the woods to make firewood saw their laundry hanging on the rocks to dry. If they touched it, the "faie" stalked them secretly with stones but if they put it back, the stones throwing stopped. Sometimes you could hear someone singing, dancing and playing in the mountains but if you went to look for them, you couldn't find anyone. Often these stories were told around the fire during the long winter days for amusing and sometimes frightening too the children.
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"Frenesi" & "Berlin Express" undoubtedly the Stars of Flying Legends 2017. P-51D & P-51B Mustangs both arrived from the USA for the airshow with Frenesi arriving via a shipping crate to be rebuilt and flown over the weekend while Berlin Express flew the 5470 miles from Texas,across the Atlantic to eventually arrive at Duxford 7 days later.
Ship Type: Passengers ship
Year Built: 2002
Length x Breadth: 293 m X 32 m
Gross Tonnage: 85942, DeadWeight: 7089 t
Speed recorded (Max / Average): 18.3 / 13.5 knots
Flag: Panama [PA]
Call Sign: H3VT
IMO: 9224726, MMSI: 354237000
Shot with:
Canon P Rangefinder
Canon 50mm f1.4 LTM
Canon Auto-Up 450
Shot at F4 and 1/125s
Rollei Superpan 200 at ISO 200
Silvermax Developer at 1:29 for 15.5 minutes at 68F
30 seconds initial agitation & 1 inversion every 30 seconds
TF-4 Fixer for 5 minutes
Scanned with:
Olympus EM5II at 1/160 sec
Minolta MC Macro Rokkor-QF 50mm f3.5 at f8
Minolta Slide Copier
External Flash at 1/8 power with Paper Diffuser 12 inches from Copier
Formation flight of part of the collection of Texas Flying Legends: North American P-51 and B-25, Eastern Aircraft Division (license built Grumman designs) FM-2 and TBM, Supermarine Spitfire IX (also license built by Vickers-Armstrong) and Curtiss P-40K. These aircraft flew out from Texas to fly at the Planes of Fame air show in Chino.
"Lilium 'Legend', 2016, Oriental hybrid Lily (O-Wh), LIL-ee-um, 3-4 ft #Bulb, USDA Hardiness Zone 5, White with yellow central bars, Bloom Month 7b, In Garden Bed V2 for 1.8 years
Grows well in medium moisture, well-drained soil in full sun to part shade. Rich, organic soils a plus. Like Clematis, prefers cool feet. Mulch can help keep the roots cool. Oriental Lilies bloom late July (MI) and are usually fragrant. Showey, large flowers average 7 inches in diameter with recurved petals. Planted in 2014.
#Lilium"
Mais um lindo da coleção Saara da Dance Legend, é um verde escuro, profundo e maravilhoso, cheio dos microbrilhos num verde mais claro.
Usei:
Dance Legend - Malachite - Saara
Carimbada: (na sequência)
Essence - XXL Shine - 2x
Placa BM 316
La Femme para carimbo Cobre
Vefic
The Legend of Old House Woods
I have heard this story since I was a child. Nights on the Chesapeake Bay are dark and quiet. It is an old place, in the sense of Stonehenge or Sherwood Forest. Through the years it has witnessed many things and remembers… Occasionally it can draw back a curtain and reveal some of its secrets. Here is the story as I heard it - the story of a place and a ship and the Bay.
The ghost ship is well known on a certain part of the Chesapeake Bay… well known but seldom mentioned among the men who must take their living from the water, who must travel its tributaries in early morning or late at night. Old Ben Ferebee was one such – a “waterman” born and bred on the Chesapeake and a man who knew may things. But Ben Ferebee had never seen the “Ghost Ship” and didn’t believe he ever would. “Stories to skeer childrun’, is all.” he’d say and spit tobacco to emphasize his point before walking away… “Jus stories fer childrun’…”
One night around the year 1900, Ben Ferebee dropped the anchor of his skiff off the mouth of White’s Creek and threw in a couple of baited lines. The moon was waning in a cloudy sky and Ben had every hope of a good night with his pipe, his lines and the chance for a little money in the morning.
He’s just felt a tug at one of his fishing lines when he caught sight of something that froze him in his place. There, perhaps a hundred yards off, looming up before him was a full-rigged sailing vessel of a type seldom encountered any more on the Chesapeake. She was a beautiful ship, but different than any Ben Ferebee had ever encountered in his many years on the Bay.
In a fine light wind and running with top sails loosed, the strange ship bore down on Ferebee’s small skiff and in the treacherous, narrow channel, there was little hope that the deep-draft vessel could avoid his boat, even if it did see him!
Forgetting all about his fishing, Ben leapt to the bow of his boat and hauled in his anchor. When it was aboard he looked off toward the sailing ship, which had closed the distance between them quickly. Whooping and yelling at the top of his lungs, Ferebee shipped his oars and began to row for his life… the dark vessel was nearly upon him and showed no sign of changing course.
When he thought about it later, Ben Ferebee remembered the darkness of the old-fashioned sailing ship. Though it showed no light of any sort, he could clearly see it, even in the dim light of the waning moon. And though he could see crewmen working on the deck, none seemed to take the slightest notice of his frantic shouts; in fact, they went about their duties without taking any notice of him at all. But what chilled him to the bone, the thing that later caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end when he remembered it, was the utter silence of the night. The great ship, under sail and fully manned, moved through the dark waters of the Chesapeake without making a single sound.
When it seemed that he must surely be crushed beneath the keel of the mysterious ship, it suddenly changed course to port and, turning neatly passed so close to Ben’s skiff that he might have reached out and run his hand along the smooth, black hull. But he didn’t. He dared not. For as the great dark vessel tuned aside he heard for the first time music - the far-away notes of a plaintive organ accompanied by an eerie harp coming from the ship’s after cabin… the only noise he ever noticed from the ship that night.
As he sat frozen in his skiff, scarcely believing he had escaped with his life, Ferebee watched the stern of the silent sailing ship move off into the night. With a shudder he saw – for the first time – a light showing from the after cabin transom. As he looked he saw the shape of a lone figure pass before the light, a single figure pacing back and forth in the cabin as deep in thought, or torment.
In the silence of the dark night, the vessel continued on its course. Surely it must strike - there could not be water enough under the keel to float her! But on she sailed… right up to the beach and never stopped. Ben watched in horror as the great ship passed up and over the sand and into the forest, it’s masts showing clearly above the trees. Gradually the ship faded from sight, leaving only a few notes of wondrous music brought to him on the wind until that, too, was gone and all that remained was Ben Ferebee and his skiff.
Old Ben never admitted that he believed in the Ghost Ship. In fact, it was rare for him to mention it to anyone outside his family. But around the stove at the water-side general store on winter evenings, if the story of an old-fashioned sailing ship being seen on the Bay came up, Ben never said a word, he’d just look deeper into the fire as if he was seeing something there that nobody else did. And he never – ever - spit.
(Adapted from a story I have always known and which kept me awake many nights on the Bay!)