Beauty parlor

I did finish my first class yesterday.. i t was fun teaching advance Photoshop. I had the chance to meet passionnate people who loves photography, this is the best thing...

I am preparing the lesson by Skype for this summer.. One class in french, one in english..

If you are interested, let me know..

MIke

Model is Marie-ève

LIFE LESSONS I HAVE LEARNED:

A truly crazy person can make a sane person feel crazy....and yes, unfortunately I have come across a few crazies in my life! The beauty of maturity is knowing when to walk away and free ones soul of negativity. Life is just to darn short to be around others who fail to appreciate it! I now live for myself, so that I have more to give to others. There is no pleasing everyone no matter how hard you try. Just don't forget to smile even when it hurts! :)

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A lesson on how to paint a quick face with watercolor. I taught this in Christina and my class in Los Gatos, CA. Christina brought her camera and captured the face lesson.

I just deleted this album then re-loaded it to un tag a dealer i have problems with and to blow off steam about his companies' problem. it won't take the wind out of my sales for the love of life on the road. I just spent the last two hours deleting tags to dealers I’ve made large purchases from. The next step is to take their name off of my Truck and Fifth Wheel! That will teach them! I’ve even deleted two entire albums of photos with tags leading friends to the dealerships. My small protest but to have to spend more money in civil court. There should be a court for dealing with consumer products after large purchases and problems exist. Who can afford to do that and or spend the time teaching the bad dealer a lesson! It’s hard when you live on fantasy island and want to believe there are people out there that are true pros and true craftsmen. I know there are a few people out there because I met them and refused to do business with other dealers because I met them too. I’ve seen a guy weld a Holiday Rambler that broke in half over night at the frame and get me back on the road. There is even an RV dealer five minutes from my house that did such a poor job on a 30 foot trailer I want to restore that they lost a ten-grand restoration job! I went elsewhere for a purchase. Where is Brett Michaels when you need him! Now to find the proper venues to vent. Do you think the dealer’s sites post bad reviews? I’m the perfect sucker for a Salesman that cares nothing but for the commission or if they aren’t paid on commission for the BS they lay on you to kill time to eventually close the sale. I shopped for years at many different places within the State and even some Florida dealers for the right RV for me. I have twenty years’ road experience with travel trailers in and out of campgrounds and dealers. The hard part is when you find a good mechanic you are often down the road on the next adventure. The dealer can’t take away my enthusiasm for the joy of my new trailer. They are so useful when built properly and so versatile for travel or events or full time Road Warriors! Who wouldn’t be frustrated when there are 18 jobs that need attention! I was told by the salesman I’d get a good education from top to bottom and the demo guy was going to send me out of the dealership with the fifth wheel receiver or jaws ungreased with no Teflon pad for the fifth wheel! I really needed a fifth wheel hooking and unhooking lesson along with good Hydraulic jack lesson. I was good for most other things except how the solar panel works. But they try hard to push you off on the useless manuals or Destruction books because they are over worked and under staffed in the service area. I get that. Except learning the hard way almost cost me my hand with a bed and the fifth wheel. Luckily I’m quick. Sometimes I don’t know if I should have been a great mechanic a teacher or a great lawyer. I walked HIM through greasing the B&W hitch and greasing the receiver and made him put the Teflon pad he was going to make me leave without that I bought two years ago in anticipation of having a fifth wheel from Mark (the good guy) at the RV show in Greensboro. No kidding, I put a lot of thought into this. Needless to say, he has mechanical skills beyond my capability and they used the excuse it was market time or the RV show to be short with me. Now that I have tested things on the trailer before a trip and found at least 18 jobs that need to be done after waiting for a call for parts that had already been delivered and a call never received then accused of not paying for screens that didn’t fit and that a $125.00 per hour fee was going to be charged, who wouldn’t be upset? Did I mention this? It will always be something! They can just put the nail in the coffin for the common belief that it is over after the Sale is done. Getting passed off from one department to the other is unforgiveable! The excuse is familiar. I just do Sales; you have to talk to Service. Service says we just do Service, you have to go to parts. Even with lifetime warranty printed and tagged all over the trailer with a promise to teach you about how everything works I’ve found out the hard way from a popular dealer in Rural Hall, NC that it is not the case! It’s too bad I didn’t buy my Truck or RV and drive all the way to Atlanta to deal with @Scott Trail or find a similar friend that would make sure everything is right. Dream on Consumer! So, if any name bashing starts remember we always have one friend in the car, RV, insurance or Sales business. When we overall call all Salesman assholes or all insurance companies thieves or all dealings with service mechanics complete disasters we have to remember we have people on our friend’s lists that have those jobs. You know what, right now after a huge purchase and being shuffled it’s amazing I can work up any mercy for any of them. I’ve tried to be a Salesman. Service over profit was my downfall. I’ve tried to be a Customer Service Rep. It was difficult talking to people that needed parts after a large purchase when you just learned there aren’t any parts! We are all selling something whether we know it or not. If you aren’t taking pride in your job to be the best you can be and just killing time you are a part of this problem! Not everyone has a dream job. But it is just my turn to take a punch, but I’m swinging back! It is just unfortunate for them I know a little about RVs. I must have too high a standard to believe that there are really people that give a damn about products or follow through after the sale. I hate that we just don’t care attitude that leaves you searching for a better place. I had a place in Mooresville that I will find again for service. Hopefully the same family runs the place. It is near the Lake in Terrell. I need to return to and find another mobile mechanic once that moved on to a dealer in the mountains and I can’t dig his name up. There are good people out there. They are so hard to find. Maybe it is just me. I expect too much after laying down a hard-earned wage or a life savings for a house, new car, recreation vehicle or piece of equipment that is supposed to work. When I get a new toy, I want to take a photo of every nut bolt and screw on it, one because I am proud, the other reason is for future reference when things fall apart. Buyer’s remorse sucks even if you know the term all too well, Buyer Beware! I saw one guy at the current dealership I am dealing with now running, literally running to get from customer to customer after my purchase. In between him and the good mechanics are problems! The good guy’s name is Mark. He is extremely smart and knows RV’s and fifth wheels up and down. He was literally running with a ladder and carrying three heavy hitches with him to try to wait on at least two customers at the same time. I’m always leaving a window or looking for the good and hoping I’m not back on fantasy island. There were excellent qualified educated trailer technicians in the service in a good building with the right tools to build trailers from scratch, including paint. Getting to them is a full-time job on the customer’s end. They even had parts delivered that they owed me on what they call a we owe and hadn’t bothered to call in a three-week period. They wanted to double charge for some bug screens around 50 bucks until I produced a paid receipt. Even after the Salesmen told (I know his name) the parts manager he personally sat with the mechanic for a half hour trying patiently to put on the wrong screen. Even with lifetime warranty written all over my trailer they wanted to charge me for service $125.00 per hour for labor. That must be some sort of trick. For $125.00 an hour most any parts should be free! I waited three hours even with a scheduled appointment to even get told they were ready to take her in. Two days later I had to force the call to get an eta on when she would be ready. Imagine if I were a full timer living full time in my RV or still doing three shows a day in three different cities a day. Fortunately, I am gifted with a little time. The service manager mentioned to do the 18 jobs I needed to be done he still had to order parts. Imagine I was sold a unit that I (The Customer) found at least 18 things to do after leaving the lot and running the unit. So, I am going to rescue my unit tomorrow and hope what they did fix after two days waiting can get me through my first trip until parts come for the rest of the job. Do you think I am a fool to take it back? It is a hard call! I’ll know tomorrow if I receive a bill or the trailer is in good shape. The tough part is, after you have been tough with service now your unit is at their mercy. I was told by a good agent I don’t take any crap from anyone. But sometimes it costs me. But those of you that are passive and just let them walk all over you take a bigger beating. With full time jobs or people that depend on their unit as a full-time vehicle you can imagine the pressure to change up vacation times or deal with time off from your job to take care of problems.

I got really behind on art class, I'm not on 23 in the rest of school, so now i have to post this embarrassing rough sketch

An observation piece, done in pen. I was told to carry a Sketchbook around so I have, I drew my sister taking piano lessons

Sailing lesson at Bosham

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Credits :Photo taken by Gena

Hair: TRUTH-TYNE @uber

Sweater:ALTby TRUTH-College Sweater@Uber

Pants: ISON LuxeBox sued pants-Sept.box

Shoes:REIGN-Adele Heels

6x6 negatvie scan / Fuji Pro

Riding Lesson - Dismount

Costa Rica, Feb 2023.

lesson plan

Printer paper, HB pencil

The lesson didn't say to post the drawing, but since I like this one, I'm posting it to this group. :)

FCSTP - KSC 2:1 - beifang

”... The world is full of opposites, and so are you, to be a good warrior you must bring it all into balance...

Lets see if this helps...

Lesson Number ONE !”

~ From Mulan II

I love this song :))

In life, we all complete each other, every one of us has different talents, skills, thoughts, beliefs, ways of thinking... but that does not make us different in spirits, we all are one heart, one soul, one world... a talent completes another talent, a thought completes another thought, a belief completes another belief, a heart completes another heart... and so on we make this world One !... The most important is to learn how to be complements to our others !!! :))

We are like these opposites, if you are the sky, find the earth, if you are the sound, find the silence, if you are the light, find the dark, if you are the moon, find the sun !!!... and Life will be beautiful :))

Life is Beautiful ♥ ... Set - Group

Taken at the Bougainvillea Hotel in San Jose during November.

IT’S 7:30AM in a small AirBnb in the sleepy mill town of Millinocket, Maine. It’s a gray and miserable day, low 60’s with light rain, as my dad would call it, “Good old Irish Weather.” And I don’t yet know it, but I have just violated one of the golden rules of railfanning.

My friend Liam and I had come up to Penobscot County to check several things off the bucket list, and we’ve had a successful, yet grueling four days running up from NYC and around the whole of northern Maine. For our last full day up north, we had one last thing to catch: New Brunswick Southern. Liam had proposed a 5am wakeup call to catch 905’s run from Brownsville Junction to Mattawamkeag and back. A friend of ours had tipped us off the crew would go on-duty around 6am, run to Mattawamkeag, pick up cars, and run back. After three straight 14+ hour days with 5am wake up calls, I was frankly exhausted and begged for us to go straight for Mattawamkeag to get an extra hour of sleep. Liam at this point had much more experience in the Class II/III chasing department than I did, and rightly pointed out it would be worth it to watch them leave Brownsville. But out of pity he relented. After all I reasoned, we would get almost no light with cloud cover at 6:30am, so we may as well just shoot the return run. As long as we got to Mattawamkeag in time, what could go wrong?

What could go wrong?

Now I may be an atheist, but some higher authority heard that and saw an opportunity that was too good to pass up. As we turned up in Mattawamkeag and saw a small yard completely devoid of railcars.

Fuck.

We immediately hop back in the car and race all the way back to Brownsville Junction and are greeted with not an engine in sight. And thus, my insistence to get just a little bit of sleep starts to set in the delusion. Is 905 even running today? What if it ran somewhere unexpected this morning? The endless possibilities rear their ugly heads like a Hydra, constantly multiplying, feeding off each other. I don’t even know why, but we decide to drive a few miles down the line to the edge of Schoodic Lake. As we near the crossing, we think we hear a horn. We burst out of the car into a boat launch parking lot, cameras in hand. A lone fisherman sees our commotion and yells over to us,

“What are you all trying to see?”

Liam yells back, “The train!”

“Oh yeah, it just went through about two minutes ago!”

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I don’t remember if Liam and I even spoke on the car ride back to Millinocket. I had played my hand in Vegas and unsurprisingly, lost. Our morale was shot. We had no idea if anything else was running today. We may have to shelve NBSR for another trip.

Thankfully, whatever deity is out there decided to take pity on us, and we pulled up to Millinocket Yard to see the 910 crew building a train to take out around 1. The shots attached are grainy film photos from that chase, when I decided to finish my FM11’s roll of film getting them crossing ME-11 southbound on the Millinocket Sub. The weather that day was almost mystical, with a light mist and fog blanketing the hills and forests, every bend and turn opening up ahead of us like something out of Harry Potter. It was a redeeming chase, and we went back to our BnB that night with a fully checked list. And it taught me a valuable railfanning lesson: Do not risk yourself by tempting the fates.

While I am certainly nowhere near as well travelled as some of my peers, this hobby has taken me to places I would never have conventionally gone. The states, counties, cities, towns, and vistas I have had the opportunity to visit, even in my own backyard, in just a few short years have been an incredible experience. Recently when I open the news and social media, I can’t help but wonder if people see the same country that I do. How could people possibly be so hateful towards such a breathtaking, diverse, and opportunistic land? My friends at college often ask me why on earth I do all of this. Why do I spend weekends and evenings and vacations in trains, planes, buses and cars going who knows where? And I’ve only ever been able to come up with one response: How couldn’t I?

Always ask someone sober to take the photo if you want it in focus 😉

my wife bravely trying to learn Italian - and our cat ignoring all lessons practicing civil disobedience

Ahhh, the lessons learnt by a seasoned Wide Angle Photographer attempting to use a telephoto lens. This was captured late last year up in the snow fields on NSW, Australia. A major storm was passing overhead that continued to filter pockets of light down onto the valleys. So I attempted to isolate the river stream while capturing a pocket. It worked...or so I thought till I got home and realized it wasn't in focus. Damn!! Still, I liked the composition, so I posted it as a reminder to myself to go back and do it more carefully. I do have to cut myself some slack I guess given the howling freezing cold winds that where tearing me apart. I'm sure they contributed to some of the blame.

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Somewhere in Delhi.

Lomography CN100, Pentacon Six, Sonnar 180 2.8

Enjoy your holidays having your kids learn to surf, too!

Just because you are in the sanatorium or children's home hospital, lessons will still have to be done.

German postcard by Verlag Hermann Leiser, Berlin-Wilm., no. 2400. Photo: Karl Schenker.

Hans Mierendorff (1882-1955) was a German stage and film actor and film director. From 1916 he appeared as the gentlemen-detective Harry Higgs, cashing in on the popular trend of German detective films at the time. Mierendorff played in over 100 films.

Hans Mierendorff was born Johannes Reinhold Mierendorff in Rostock, Germany in 1882, as the son of the merchant Carl Mierendorff and painter Johanna Reinke. He frequented the Oberschule in Rostock and the grandducal gymnasium in Doberan. After an initial career as bookshop seller in Schwerin he had acting lessons at the Hoftheater in Schwerin, and soon switched to a stage career, performing in Hamburg, Halle and Breslau. Between 1911 and 1919, he worked in Berlin on various stages: at the Residenztheater, the Lessingtheater, the Deutsche Künstlertheater and the Meinhard-Bernauer-Bühnen. From 1909 on, Mierendorff was also appearing in the so-called Tonbilder or early sound films by Franz Porten, but thanks to the mediation of Henny Porten’s husband, director/actor Curt Stark, Mierendorff’s real first performance in a silent fiction film was in the Henny Porten-Film Das Adoptivkind/The adoptive child (Rudolf Biebrach, 1911). In the same year, he played next to Asta Nielsen as her father in Der fremde Vogel/The strange bird (Urban Gad, 1911). Often Mierendorff performed as the elegant, distinguished gentleman. From 1916, his career took a new turn, when he started to perform as the gentlemen-detective Harry Higgs, cashing in on the popular trend of German detective films at the time. The films were scripted by E.A. Dupont, later by Rudolf Meinert. Mierendorff was also successful as Baron Murphy in the eight part adventure serial Die Herrin der Welt/Mistress of the World (1919), produced and partly directed by Joe May and starring Mia May.

Hans Mierendorff’s detective films were so successful, that he could found his own film company Lucifer-Film GmbH in 1919. He managed Lucifer-Film until its sellout in 1923. He directed some of the films as well, while others were directed by James Bauer. In his own productions, mostly adventure and crime films, he often played the leads, as in Teufelskirche/The Devil's Church (Hans Mierendorff, 1919). In this film, Mierendorff plays a priest who is seduced by a farmer’s wife (Agnes Straub), who acts on behalf of the devil (Paul Rehkopf) who wants to found a devil’s church on the place of German village chapel. In the end, it proves to be just somebody’s nightmare. Remarkable was Mierendorff’s dual role in Ich bin Du/I am you (Hans Mierendorff, Urban Gad, 1921). Other memorable roles were that of Fiesco in Die Verschwörung zu Genua/The Genoa Conspiracy (Paul Leni, 1921), co-starring Erna Morena and Fritz Körtner, Lee Parry’s father in Die Motorbraut/The Motor Bride (Richard Eichberg, 1925), and the industrial in Der Mann der sich verkauft/The man who sells himself (Hanns Steinhoff, 1925), co-starring Vivian Gibson and Olaf Fjord. In the mid-1920s, Mierendorff was often cast as a banker, industrialist, consul, manager, or lawyer. In the sound film era, Mierendorff only performed as a supporting actor and in 1945 he completely withdrew from film acting. Subsequently, he ran a pension at the Ostseebad Scharbeutz. Since 1903, he was married to animal painter Gertrud Schmidt. In 1923, he remarried with singer and actress Auguste Herta Katsch. From this marriage, their son Klaus (1923-1966) stemmed. In 1940, Mierendorff married for the third time with Auguste’s sister Antonie Katsch. Hans Mierendorff died in 1955 in Eutin, Germany.

Sources: Thomas Staedeli (Cyranos), Film-zeit.de (German), Filmportal.de (German), Wikipedia (German), and IMDb.

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Outline of painting

Pictures taken at the 2009 Courthouse Swim Academy

Took me 15 mins