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My camera suddenly started overexposing and at first I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until I got home and started thinking about it that I remembered the camera has an assignable thumb wheel that was set to EV. In the previous evening I was doing something with the camera at home and when I set it down I accidentally turned the wheel and unknowingly dialed in about +3EV. I ruined a few photos as you can see here, but I have now set the EV back to zero and turned off the thumbwheel function. Lesson learned the hard way.
When a Bird is alive... it eats Ants,
When the Bird is Dead... Ants eat the Bird!
Time & Circumstances can change at any time...!
Don't devalue or Hurt anyone in life.
You may be powerful today.. But Remember,
Time is more powerfull than you!!!
one tree makes a million match sticks...
but when time comes..
only one match stick is needed... to burn million of trees!!
So be Good and do Good...!!!
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The aftermath of the accident in the early hours of Saturday 1 March 2008 where containers, shed by a northbound Freightliner (4S83) lie scattered all over the permanent way. This view is looking north with Hardendale Sidings in the foreground and the main lines to the left. On the extreme left of the picture a buckled OLE support stanchion can be seen.
The RAIB established the cause to be the spigots on FEA flats that did not comply with UIC standards - combined of course with strong winds. Freight operators were advised to review the use of the spigots and consider mitigation of risk in high winds. It appears that little - if anything - changed, as the incident has been repeated several times since, including one seven years later, where a box was blown off a train just down the track from here at Scout Green .
This Arabic calligraphy of sorat Alfateha was done by Calligrapher Ayman Hassan living in Kuwait, and here the Ostath Dawoud Baktash (one of the best calligraphers in the world now) is fixing and teaching Ayman how to draw or write the letters the right way using red ink.. it was a very important lesson for me as well.
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i took this at my grandparents house, which automatically makes it special.
i just watched Seven Pounds. its funny how watching heartbreaking movies forces you to think of your own life and the people in it. beautiful film though. and for once the tag lines on the box were right--it really was life changing, in a way.
anyway. it got me thinking. it made me question why such horrible things can happen in life. why God allows people to die before their time or lets a disease hang on for years at a time. i hate when i get these thoughts (which has been more frequent lately), because i know deep down that i'm wrong. God knows what He's doing so much better than I do. i should just trust Him. i suppose this is the first time in my life that i've had a hard time really trusting God.
so in the midst of my anger and my questioning, this verse came to mind.
Proverbs 3:5-6:
Trust in the Lord with all your heart.
Lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.
I need to stop relying on my own understanding. I need to acknowledge God's providence in all situations, no matter how bleak. And though trusting is hard, it is such a relief.
oh a separate note, listen to this.
My camera suddenly started overexposing and at first I couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until I got home and started thinking about it that I remembered the camera has an assignable thumb wheel that was set to EV. In the previous evening I was doing something with the camera at home and when I set it down I accidentally turned the wheel and unknowingly dialed in about +3EV. I ruined a few photos as you can see here, but I have now set the EV back to zero and turned off the thumbwheel function. Lesson learned the hard way.
I decided that just a simple hat wasn't good enough so I decided to do a woman wearing the hat. I really wish that I knew how to actually draw people
Spread 0118 – Lessons
January 2013
Vintage and personal papers, napkin transfers, acrylic paint, gesso and matte medium.
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I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed
You don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget your own agenda
Get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fame
And even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
See you and me together
And how it should have been
I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappear.
S. Wilson
sb800's left and right. Left at 1/2 pwr right at 1/8. Processed skin in PS with a little dodge and burn on the rest of the image.
The lesson would be to short without the ancre.She needs to practice cause beating gravity 's not easy.
See, Daisy darling? Several bites in....and your lipstick is still intact. And don't worry...I'll make sure you get lots and LOTS of practice from here on out. 😊
Dreaming Lessons ~ Pelajaran Bermimpi
Ada hal yang tidak dapat dipelajari di sekolah, kecuali bila ada yang mengajarkan:
Pelajaran Bermimpi
Sejak tahun 2009, aku ditugaskan oleh pemerintah untuk mengajar di sebuah SMP Negeri ndesit, yang terletak sekitar 30 km dari rumahku.
Dan aku dapati meskipun ini sekolah negeri, kemampuan akademik murid-muridku sangatlah mengerikan~
Bayangkan saja, murid SMP yang notabene sudah lulus SD, masih banyak yang tidak bisa membaca, menulis, apalagi berhitung dengan baik!
Aku pun bertanya-tanya kira-kira, apa penyebabnya?
Selidik sana, selidik sini
Akhirnya aku temukan sebuah fakta yang cukup mengejutkan
Tentang sebagian besar muridku yang datang dari keluarga kelas menengah ke bawah itu aku sudah tahu
Tetapi lebih dari itu, ternyata sebagian besar dari mereka juga datang dari keluarga berantakan.
Ayah meninggal, ibu menikah lagi, ibu meninggal, ayah tiri menikah lagi
Ayah-ibu yang bercerai, dan kemudian masing-masing menikah lagi dan punya anak sendiri.
Ayah-ibu bekerja jadi TKW/TKI ke luar negeri, di rumah hanya tinggal dengan nenek yang sudah tua, atau bahkan dititipkan kepada kerabat lain yang belum tentu baik hati
Ayah-ibu bekerja di sawah atau pabrik yang tak terlalu jauh dari rumah, tapi pergi sebelum mereka bangun, dan pulang larut malam
Ada juga beberapa orang yang ayahnya memiliki lebih dari satu istri baik secara resmi maupun simpanan.
Bahkan ada beberapa orang yang merupakan anak di luar nikah!
Atau lebih buruk dari itu, ada juga ayah muridku yang merupakan seorang preman atau maling!
Sangat menyedihkan~
Maka jelaslah sudah penyebab buruknya prestasi murid-muridku.
Mereka terjebak di sebuah dunia yang menyesakkan, kurang kasih-sayang, dan perhatian.
Hidup hanya menjalani sebuah rutinitas, karena merasa kurang lebih akan beginilah jadinya masa depan mereka.
Sama sekali tidak ada motivasi untuk belajar apalagi berprestasi.
Maka inilah aku untuk mengajarkanmu bermimpi
Dengar ya sayang, kemalangan hidup itu dapat di ubah
Di luar sana dunia lain yang lebih indah yang dapat kamu masuki
Dan kalau sekarang keluargamu kurang menyenangkan, di masa depan kamu bisa membentuk keluarga sendiri yang lebih bahagia dari yang sekarang kamu miliki
Jangan menyerah sayang, tolong jangan pernah menyerah!
Pelajaran bermimpi adalah pelajaran untuk menjadi manusia yang lebih baik
”Man jadda wajada” = barang siapa bersungguh-sungguh maka akan terwujud
”Man shabara zhafira” = barang siapa yang bersabar, maka akan beruntung
”Man sara ‘ala darbi washola” = siapa yang berjalan di jalannya maka akan sampai pada tujuan
”Man yazra’ yahsud” = siapa yang menanam maka akan menuai
---pepatah Arab, taken from a real story novel Negeri 5 Menara dan Ranah 3 Warna by Ahmad Fuadi, more about this novel and community please visit negeri5menara.com/ ---
Omong-omong, bapak ini adalah ayah dari salah seorang muridku.
Tadinya dia bekerja di ibukota Jakarta, tetapi akhirnya dia memilih kembali ke kampung halaman demi keluarganya.
Sekarang dia bekerja sebagai petani dan tukang ojek.
Aku lumayan sering mengobrol dengan beliau dan beberapa tukang ojek lainnya, saat menunggu bis sepulang mengajar di halte(?) itu.
Mereka itu orang-orang baik yang memiliki impian sederhana untuk anak-anaknya, yaitu agar anak-anaknya memiliki pendidikan yang lebih tinggi dari mereka dan kelak berpenghidupan yang lebih baik dari mereka.
Dan sekolah tempat aku mengajar itu terletak 5 km menyebrang dari tempat itu, belok 3 kali.
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There is something that couldn’t be learn in the school, except if someone taught it:
Dreaming Lessons
Since 2009, I was tasked by the government to teach in a village Junior High School, located about 30 km from my home.
And I found, even if my school is a state school, my student’s academic abilities are terribly so bad.
Imagine this: junior high school students who in fact have been graduated from primary school, where can not read, write, moreover to count well!
So I wonder, what is the reason?
I try to investigate it.
About most of my student were come from middle class family to below, I’ve already know.
But more than it, most of them were actually come from broken-home family.
Father passed away, mother remarried, then mother passed away and the step father remarried again.
Father and mother divorced, then each of them were remarried again and have their own children
Father and mother were working out of town or country as a domestic worker or labor, and left them in home with only an old granny or deposit (?) them to another relatives whose couldn’t be insurance to treat them well
Father and mother work in rice field or factory which not to far from their home, but they go before them wake and back very late
There are also some of my student who their father have more than one wife whether official or mistress.
There were even some of my students who were a children out of wedlock, --children of adultery—
Or more worse than it, there is some of my student father who is a gangster or a thief!
What a heart crushing~
Now it's clear the reason of poor performance from my disciples.
They were trapped in a world that is oppressive, less affection, and attention.
Live just underwent a routine, because they feel this is the future they also would be.
No motivation to learn, furthermore to excel!
So, here I am to teach you to dream~
Listen dear, misfortunes of life could be changed
Out there are also available a beautiful world that you could enter
And if your family is now less fascinating, in the future you would be able to form your own family that full of love and affection more than what you have now!
Don’t give up dear, please never give up!
Dreaming lessons is a lesson to be a better person
”Man jadda wajada” = who is seriously make effort would be succeed
”Man shabara zhafira” = who is patience would be lucky
”Man sara ‘ala darbi washola” = who is walk on his way would arrive to the destination
”Man yazra’ yahsud” = who is plants would be harvest
---Arabic proverb, taken from a real story novel Negeri 5 Menara dan Ranah 3 Warna by Ahmad Fuadi, more about this novel and community please visit negeri5menara.com/ ---
By the way, this man is one of my student’s fathers.
He was work in capital city, Jakarta, before but he decides to back home for his family.
Now he works as a farmer and a motorcycle rental driver.
I quite often to talk with him and several other motorcycle rental drivers, while waiting for my bus in those bus stop to take me home after working.
They are nice persons, who have simple dreams that their children would have a better education and later a better life than their own.
And the school where I teach is located 5 km crossing of those roads, turning 3 times.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=J56IkSxHzaI&ob=av2e
Maap, ceritanya kepanjangan kan ya… ;p
I made a rather silly and basic error on my last hike.
Recently I have started to download a copy of the most appropriate OS map for my hill walks. I take along a phone charger and have been able to use the phone facility easily wherever I have been. On this hike though I purchased an additional map for part of my proposed route. When it came to starting the walk I tried to open the map and realised that I had no phone reception which meant that I couldn't download the map. If I had done that a before I lost reception I would have been fine.
The consequences were that for the first few miles I had no map and would be hiking in an area I wasn't used to. I had good visibility so knew that a I had to walk the track past the youth hostel in Ennerdale and then somehow make my way to the skyline ridge I could see towering above to my left. A walk across the riverside meadows was straightforward and crossing the River Liza meant wet feet but that was reasonably easy. Once on the far bank I came across this delightful pond at Moss Dub (the only time my camera came out of my rucksack) but then had to enter the Ling Mell plantation to make my bee-line ascent towards the ridge.
There were no paths in the coniferous plantation, it was particularly steep and dark, but the main obstacles were the old fallen trees that I had to climb over, under or through. All of the time scratching myself on their dead spiky branches. The seven hundred feet of ascent that took me fifty minutes to negotiate was probably one of my worst hill experiences. I tried my best to climb in a straight line and as long as I continued climbing as steeply as possibly I knew that I would emerge out onto the open moorland above somewhere near where I had intended. I emerged a bloody sweaty wreck.
The lesson to myself is twofold.
a). Don't rely totally upon electronic navigation devices.
b). Stick to a path wherever possible.