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I keep going through phases of what I am after in terms of style... One day I'm into tons of colors and effects, the next I'm into really limited colors with a stripped-down style. At the moment I am in a "less is more" mindset. I always like pieces best when they are sketches before all the glitter, smoke and mirrors. This chrome & black was supposed to be even simpler than it is, and more graphic looking than it ended up. I never intended to use any other colors besides chrome, black, and white, but the green in my bag kept nagging me. Only had a couple hours, so it doesn't have all the effects and tricks a "piece" normally does, but like I said, that's kind of the point.
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Process shots: www.molotow.com/magazine/blog/blog/2011/07/06/geser-burne...
On the other side of the fence, Mr. Zoom and I crossed the street to get a better look at the building from which we'd just escaped. I was happy to see that Mr. Z's eyes were clear again. He asked if I still had the paper I'd pulled out of the one-fingered hand. I patted the pockets of my pants. Yes! But only part of it.
We stood huddled together, trying to find a clue in the words. If we were to believe the Statue of Liberty, Demi only had to look for the signs to find her other half. Originally we were just humoring Demi, helping her with her quest. But now we felt that if we followed the signs we might find her.
Part of a headline remained. We read it together at the same time...out loud.
ines Contribute to City's Demi (and the paper was torn here)
Huh? City's Demise was a good guess as to the rest of the headline. But what about the beginning?
A bit of wind ruffled the paper in my hand and my eyes were struck by the words etched in the sidewalk.
IN DIRECT LINE WITH ANOTHER and THE NEXT.
Mr. Zoom and I looked at each other, puzzled, and in a way, more frightened than we were with the Bruce Lee look-alike bearing down on us. Could the partial headline and these odd words have a connection to each other....and to Demi?
(L)ines Contribute to City's Demi(se?)
In Direct Line With Another And The Next
Does anyone else's head hurt?
This is the continuing story of Demi Less and her quest to find her other half. The quest has led her...and us, from Virginia to New York City. If you are just joining us, you might want to read Part 1. Start at the last photo and move forward.
Part 1 of the Demi Story) www.flickr.com/photos/zoom-in-tight/sets/72157607664503789/
A pair of former Rio Grande GP40s, 302 and 303 sit too far away for a decent roster shot in Canton Yard.
Number: CT-1024-52
Name: "Titus"
Rank: ARC Sergeant Grade 1
3rd Regiment of the 253rd Elite Legion
|||[Log entry]|||
" We had new orders ! Destroy the A-series assassin droids, before they could kill some Jedi. I kinda failed. Kinda. For me it is okay, but less for command. I destroyed every assassin droids I met , but some of them found some Jedis, and Padawans before me. Not even able to protect themselves from a droid. I have the feeling that we, from the 253rd, are the babysitters of these Jedis. I had to take care of a Padawan who's master was lost. By lost, I mean he was killed. The Jedi, his apprentice and a couple of clone attacked a trench held by Nationalists. Most of the clone died. Well, all of them in fact. The Jedis made it into the trench, and started to cut some arms. And head. Stuffs like that. But then the assassin droid I was tracking found them. He shot the Jedi in the back, and was about to do the same to the Padawan, but I killed it before it could do that regrettable act . Then the Padawan get shot by one of the few Nationalists who were remaining. I finished what the Jedis started in the trench. Only one Nationalist was alive. He was yelling in pain, as the Jedi, before he died, cut his leg.
/CT-1024-52, Me/ Hey, Padawan. Achieve this man. He's suffering.
/Padawan/ .. No ! I ... I can't ! I can't ! No !! Help me to get out of there !
/CT-1024-52, Me/ Not until you achieve him.
/Padawan/ Why don't you do it yourself ?
/CT-1024-52, Me/ Always the clones who have to do the dirty work right ? No, I don't want to.
/Padawan/ You said he was suffering. Do it
/CT-1024-52, Me/ No. I don't give a fuck if he's suffering. I don't want to. You should be happy that I'm not mutilating him right now. But, you don't like to see him suffer. You're a Jedi after all. Well, sort of.
He stabbed the men in is heart
/Padawan/ Now help to get out of here. I'm wounded.
/CT-1024-52, Me/ I don't care. Get out that trench alone. I already saved your life. Twice.
/Padawan/ Twice ?
/CT-1024-52, Me/ The A-serie droid first, then the Nationalists. Twice. Now get out of there, we're moving. The command, unlike me, would be happy to see a Jedi alive. Even if you're not really a Jedi.
/Padawan/ You're completly insane.
/CT-1024-52, Me/ Yeap, I know. I'm fucked up. I'm a bit of a psychopath... But adapted to this war.
Indeed I was. Jabiim is an hell. I liked it at first, but now, I just want to get out of there. Because of the wrong decisions from command, we will lost. It's sure. Alpha, Kenobi, and most of the Jedis generals are missing. Or dead. I think that none of us will leave this planet alive."
|||[Log end]|||
Scuderia Hanseat October 2011,
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Highest position: #034 on Friday, October 28, 2011
A ranch road winds its way through rugged country.
As we bounced along over rocks in a truck with air-filled tires and shock absorbers, it was easy to understand how much harder on a body this must have been in the days of stage coaches and wagons with metal-rimmed wooden wheels.
This shot was taken on a beautiful day down south near Donnybrook, Western Australia
Nikon D800
50mm f1.4g
Whilst it's often tempting to include the whole of an interesting tree, filling the frame with the details can also work well. Sometimes less is more!
Taken in the freezing fog back in January (21/01/2023)
Garçon Cafe & Bar at Tramsheds.
Menus available on your mobile phone for ordering and payments at your table.
Forest Lodge, Sydney
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I received this wonderful outfit from Denise and couldn't have been more happy.
For mountain and stream, tree and leaf, root and blossom, every form in nature is echoed in us and originates in the soul whose being is eternity and is hidden from us but none the less gives itself to us for the most part in the power of love and creation.
~ Hermann Hesse
Tympanuchus pallidicinctus
The Texas panhandle was the last stop on our recent chicken run and the target bird was the Lesser Prairie Chicken. We were definitely not disappointed as there were close to 20 males and at least three females on the lek putting on one heck of a show, often at such close range that I wasn’t able to even focus on the bird. It was a great way to wrap things up.
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