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Since I realized that this type of me is not so popular with my subscribers, I stop posting photos with it. Until I can change my appearance (as i told it's not depends of me). Hope i would do it soon. And it's really hard for me to be as wide and big in some places, And i want my long hair back!
Set up today at the Cornwall / Messena (Ontario / NY ) border crossing. Currently, in all of Canada, the only open border for travelers coming from America is here in Cornwall, Ontario. It is closed elsewhere to all non-essential travelers. The neighboring Indian reservation Akwesasne ( St. Regis Mohawk Reservation ) is a territory that straddles the intersection of international borders (USA and Canada) and provincial ( Ontario and Quebec) boundaries on both banks of the St. Lawrence River. It remains open to the reservation to allow free access to Cornwall for occupational, shopping, and medical purposes. Any traveller returning from USA must self quarentine for 14 days due to the high rate of COVID-19 in USA: 164,151 cases and 3,140 deaths as reported 8 am, March 31, 2020. Canada has 7,424 and 89 deaths. Currently there is one resident from Akwesasne that is in the Cornwall Community Hospital ICU with severe COVID-19 illness. More to arrive!
These are the last pics from a couple of days ago.
Due to me actually starting gainful employment this week; I anticipate a greatly reduced service for my followers for the foreseeable future.
And before you ask, no I will not be going to work wearing a dress!
Thanks to all for your continued support.
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I haven't been able to upload anything for a while as I have just been too busy with the day job. I have been looking over some previous shots I haven't had a chance to upload and came across this one.
This location really suits black and white but i thought the colour pop of the sign was appropriate. Shot using my Tamron 10-24mm wide angle lens, this shot was created from 5 bracketed exposures, edited on Photomatix Pro, CS5 and Nik Color Efex Pro. www.mikepearcephotography.co.uk
Aldwych is a closed station on the London Underground, located in the City of Westminster in central London. It was opened in 1907 with the name Strand and was the terminus and only station on the short Piccadilly line branch from Holborn that was a relic of the merger of two railway schemes. The station building is close to the junction of Strand and Surrey Street. During its lifetime, the branch was the subject of a number of unrealised extension proposals that would have seen the tunnels through the station extended southwards, usually to Waterloo.
Served by a shuttle train for most of their life and suffering from low passenger numbers, the station and branch were considered for closure several times. A weekday peak hours-only service survived until closure in 1994, when the cost of replacing the lifts was considered too high compared to the income generated.
Disused parts of the station and the running tunnels were used during both World Wars to shelter artworks from London's public galleries and museums from bombing.
The station has long been popular as a filming location and has appeared as itself and as other London Underground stations in a number of films. In recognition of its historical significance, the station is a Grade II listed building.
These are the last pics from a couple of days ago.
Due to me actually starting gainful employment this week; I anticipate a greatly reduced service for my followers for the foreseeable future.
And before you ask, no I will not be going to work wearing a dress!
Thanks to all for your continued support.
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I'm really trying to use this Notifications Center.
It's got me confused about the 'Mute this notification' option.
I choose it. For the notification that says someone mentioned me as well as the stupidly redundant one that says someone commented.
I keep scrolling down and choose mute on every iteration of that photo that shows.
The notification greys out.
I click Refresh and the Notifications Center loads again.
Sure enough, I'm still getting notifications for that photo.
I close the window. I close the browser.
I come back the next day.
Same photo keeps showing up.
It's got me thinking that 'Mute this notification' doesn't mean stop getting further notifications about this photo.
Anybody got a clue?
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These are the last pics from a couple of days ago.
Due to me actually starting gainful employment this week; I anticipate a greatly reduced service for my followers for the foreseeable future.
And before you ask, no I will not be going to work wearing a dress!
Thanks to all for your continued support.
KT xXx
These are the last pics from a couple of days ago.
Due to me actually starting gainful employment this week; I anticipate a greatly reduced service for my followers for the foreseeable future.
And before you ask, no I will not be going to work wearing a dress!
Thanks to all for your continued support.
KT xXx
Star Wars The Clone Wars 2003 MOC
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9.4.09
The flight arrived on time; and the twelve hours while on board passed quickly and without incident. To be sure, the quality of the Cathay Pacific service was exemplary once again.
Heathrow reminds me of Newark International. The décor comes straight out of the sterile 80's and is less an eyesore than an insipid background to the rhythm of human activity, such hustle and bustle, at the fore. There certainly are faces from all races present, creating a rich mosaic of humanity which is refreshing if not completely revitalizing after swimming for so long in a sea of Chinese faces in Hong Kong.
Internet access is sealed in England, it seems. Nothing is free; everything is egregiously monetized from the wireless hotspots down to the desktop terminals. I guess Hong Kong has spoiled me with its abundant, free access to the information superhighway.
11.4.09
Despite staying in a room with five other backpackers, I have been sleeping well. The mattress and pillow are firm; my earplugs keep the noise out; and the sleeping quarters are as dark as a cave when the lights are out, and only as bright as, perhaps, a dreary rainy day when on. All in all, St. Paul's is a excellent place to stay for the gregarious, adventurous, and penurious city explorer - couchsurfing may be a tenable alternative; I'll test for next time.
Yesterday Connie and I gorged ourselves at the borough market where there were all sorts of delectable, savory victuals. There was definitely a European flavor to the food fair: simmering sausages were to be found everywhere; and much as the meat was plentiful, and genuine, so were the dairy delicacies, in the form of myriad rounds of cheese, stacked high behind checkered tabletops. Of course, we washed these tasty morsels down with copious amounts of alcohol that flowed from cups as though amber waterfalls. For the first time I tried mulled wine, which tasted like warm, rancid fruit punch - the ideal tonic for a drizzling London day, I suppose. We later killed the afternoon at the pub, shooting the breeze while imbibing several diminutive half-pints in the process. Getting smashed at four in the afternoon doesn't seem like such a bad thing anymore, especially when you are having fun in the company of friends; I can more appreciate why the English do it so much!
Earlier in the day, we visited the Tate Modern. Its turbine room lived up to its prominent billing what with a giant spider, complete with bulbous egg sac, anchoring the retrospective exhibit. The permanent galleries, too, were a delight upon which to feast one's eyes. Picasso, Warhol and Pollock ruled the chambers of the upper floors with the products of their lithe wrists; and I ended up becoming a huge fan of cubism, while developing a disdain for abstract art and its vacuous images, which, I feel, are devoid of both motivation and emotion.
My first trip yesterday morning was to Emirates Stadium, home of the Arsenal Gunners. It towers imperiously over the surrounding neighborhood; yet for all its majesty, the place sure was quiet! Business did pick up later, however, once the armory shop opened, and dozens of fans descended on it like bees to a hive. I, too, swooped in on a gift-buying mission, and wound up purchasing a book for Godfrey, a scarf for a student, and a jersey - on sale, of course - for good measure.
I'm sitting in the Westminster Abbey Museum now, resting my weary legs and burdened back. So far, I've been verily impressed with what I've seen, such a confluence of splendor and history before me that it would require days to absorb it all, when regretfully I can spare only a few hours. My favorite part of the abbey is the poets corner where no less a literary luminary than Samuel Johnson rests in peace - his bust confirms his homely presence, which was so vividly captured in his biography.
For lunch I had a steak and ale pie, served with mash, taken alongside a Guinness, extra cold - 2 degrees centigrade colder, the bartender explained. It went down well, like all the other delicious meals I've had in England; and no doubt by now I have grown accustomed to inebriation at half past two. Besides, Liverpool were playing inspired football against Blackburn; and my lunch was complete.
Having had my fill of football, I decided to skip my ticket scalping endeavor at Stamford Bridge and instead wandered over to the British Museum to inspect their extensive collections. Along the way, my eye caught a theater, its doors wide open and admitting customers. With much rapidity, I subsequently checked the show times, saw that a performance was set to begin, and at last rushed to the box office to purchase a discounted ticket - if you call a 40 pound ticket a deal, that is. That's how I grabbed a seat to watch Hairspray in the West End.
The show was worth forty pounds. The music was addictive; and the stage design and effects were not so much kitschy as delightfully stimulating - the pulsating background lights were at once scintillating and penetrating. The actors as well were vivacious, oozing charisma while they danced and delivered lines dripping in humor. Hairspray is a quality production and most definitely recommended.
12.4.09
At breakfast I sat across from a man who asked me to which country Hong Kong had been returned - China or Japan. That was pretty funny. Then he started spitting on my food as he spoke, completely oblivious to my breakfast becoming the receptacle in which the fruit of his inner churl was being placed. I guess I understand the convention nowadays of covering one's mouth whilst speaking and masticating at the same time!
We actually conversed on London life in general, and I praised London for its racial integration, the act of which is a prodigious leap of faith for any society, trying to be inclusive, accepting all sorts of people. It wasn't as though the Brits were trying in vain to be all things to all men, using Spanish with the visitors from Spain, German with the Germans and, even, Hindi with the Indians, regardless of whether or not Hindi was their native language; not even considering the absurd idea of encouraging the international adoption of their language; thereby completely keeping English in English hands and allowing its proud polyglots to "practice" their languages. Indeed, the attempt of the Londoners to avail themselves of the rich mosaic of ethnic knowledge, and to seek a common understanding with a ubiquitous English accent is an exemplar, and the bedrock for any world city.
I celebrated Jesus' resurrection at the St. Andrew's Street Church in Cambridge. The parishioners of this Baptist church were warm and affable, and I met several of them, including one visiting (Halliday) linguistics scholar from Zhongshan university in Guangzhou, who in fact had visited my tiny City University of Hong Kong in 2003. The service itself was more traditional and the believers fewer in number than the "progressive" services at any of the charismatic, evangelical churches in HK; yet that's what makes this part of the body of Christ unique; besides, the message was as brief as a powerpoint slide, and informative no less; the power word which spoke into my life being a question from John 21:22 - what is that to you?
Big trees; exquisite lawns; and old, pointy colleges; that's Cambridge in a nutshell. Sitting here, sipping on a half-pint of Woodforde's Wherry, I've had a leisurely, if not languorous, day so far; my sole duty consisting of walking around while absorbing the verdant environment as though a sponge, camera in tow.
I am back at the sublime beer, savoring a pint of Sharp's DoomBar before my fish and chips arrive; the drinking age is 18, but anyone whose visage even hints of youthful brilliance is likely to get carded these days, the bartender told me. The youth drinking culture here is almost as twisted as the university drinking culture in America.
My stay in Cambridge, relaxing and desultory as it may be, is about to end after this late lunch. I an not sure if there is anything left to see, save for the American graveyard which rests an impossible two miles away. I have had a wonderful time in this town; and am thankful for the access into its living history - the residents here must demonstrate remarkable patience and tolerance what with so many tourists ambling on the streets, peering - and photographing - into every nook and cranny.
13.4.09
There are no rubbish bins, yet I've seen on the streets many mixed race couples in which the men tend to be white - the women also belonging to a light colored ethnicity, usually some sort of Asian; as well saw some black dudes and Indian dudes with white chicks.
People here hold doors, even at the entrance to the toilet. Sometimes it appears as though they are going out on a limb, just waiting for the one who will take the responsibility for the door from them, at which point I rush out to relieve them of such a fortuitous burden.
I visited the British Museum this morning. The two hours I spent there did neither myself nor the exhibits any justice because there really is too much to survey, enough captivating stuff to last an entire day, I think. The bottomless well of artifacts from antiquity, drawing from sources as diverse as Korea, and Mesopotamia, is a credit to the British empire, without whose looting most of this amazing booty would be unavailable for our purview; better, I think, for these priceless treasures to be open to all in the grandest supermarket of history than away from human eyes, and worst yet, in the hands of unscrupulous collectors or in the rubbish bin, possibly.
Irene and I took in the ballet Giselle at The Royal Opera House in the afternoon. The building is a plush marvel, and a testament to this city's love for the arts. The ballet itself was satisfying, the first half being superior to the second, in which the nimble dancers demonstrated their phenomenal dexterity in, of all places, a graveyard covered in a cloak of smoke and darkness. I admit, their dance of the dead, in such a gloomy necropolis, did strike me as, strange.
Two amicable ladies from Kent convinced me to visit their hometown tomorrow, where, they told me, the authentic, "working" Leeds Castle and the mighty interesting home of Charles Darwin await.
I'm nursing a pint of Green King Ruddles and wondering about the profusion of British ales and lagers; the British have done a great deed for the world by creating an interminable line of low-alcohol session beers that can be enjoyed at breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner; and their disservice is this: besides this inexhaustible supply of cheap beer ensnaring my inner alcoholic, I feel myself putting on my freshman fifteen, almost ten years after the fact; I am going to have to run a bit harder back in Hong Kong if I want to burn all this malty fuel off.
Irene suggested I stop by the National Art Gallery since we were in the area; and it was an hour well spent. The gallery currently presents a special exhibit on Picasso, the non-ticketed section of which features several seductive renderings, including David spying on Bathsheba - repeated in clever variants - and parodies of other masters' works. Furthermore, the main gallery houses two fabulous portraits by Joshua Reynolds, who happens to be favorite of mine, he in life being a close friend of Samuel Johnson - I passed by Boswells, where its namesake first met Johnson, on my way to the opera house.
14.4.09
I prayed last night, and went through my list, lifting everyone on it up to the Lord. That felt good; that God is alive now, and ever present in my life and in the lives of my brothers and sisters.
Doubtless, then, I have felt quite wistful, as though a specter in the land of the living, being in a place where religious fervor, it seems, is a thing of the past, a trifling for many, to be hidden away in the opaque corners of centuries-old cathedrals that are more expensive tourist destinations than liberating homes of worship these days. Indeed, I have yet to see anyone pray, outside of the Easter service which I attended in Cambridge - for such an ecstatic moment in verily a grand church, would you believe that it was only attended by at most three dozen spirited ones. The people of England, and Europe in general, have, it is my hope, only locked away the Word, relegating it to the quiet vault of their hearts. May it be taken out in the sudden pause before mealtimes and in the still crisp mornings and cool, silent nights. There is still hope for a revival in this place, for faith to rise like that splendid sun every morning. God would love to rescue them, to deliver them in this day, it is certain.
I wonder what Londoners think, if anything at all, about their police state which, like a vine in the shadows, has taken root in all corners of daily life, from the terrorist notifications in the underground, which implore Londoners to report all things suspicious, to the pair of dogs which eagerly stroll through Euston. What makes this all the more incredible is the fact that even the United States, the indomitable nemesis of the fledgling, rebel order, doesn't dare bombard its citizens with such fear mongering these days, especially with Obama in office; maybe we've grown wise in these past few years to the dubious returns of surrendering civil liberties to the state, of having our bags checked everywhere - London Eye; Hairspray; and The Royal Opera House check bags in London while the museums do not; somehow, that doesn't add up for me.
I'm in a majestic bookshop on New Street in Birmingham, and certainly to confirm my suspicions, there are just as many books on the death of Christianity in Britain as there are books which attempt to murder Christianity everywhere. I did find, however, a nice biography on John Wesley by Roy Hattersley and The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis. I may pick up the former.
Lunch with Sally was pleasant and mirthful. We dined at a French restaurant nearby New Street - yes, Birmingham is a cultural capitol! Sally and I both tried their omelette, while her boyfriend had the fish, without chips. Conversation was light, the levity was there and so was our reminiscing about those fleeting moments during our first year in Hong Kong; it is amazing how friendships can resume so suddenly with a smile. On their recommendation, I am on my way to Warwick Castle - they also suggested that I visit Cadbury World, but they cannot take on additional visitors at the moment, the tourist office staff informed me, much to my disappointment!
Visiting Warwick Castle really made for a great day out. The castle, parts of which were established by William the Conquerer in 1068, is as much a kitschy tourist trap as a meticulous preservation of history, at times a sillier version of Ocean Park while at others a dignified dedication to a most glorious, inexorably English past. The castle caters to all visitors; and not surprisingly, that which delighted all audiences was a giant trebuchet siege engine, which for the five p.m. performance hurled a fireball high and far into the air - fantastic! Taliban beware!
15.4.09
I'm leaving on a jet plane this evening; don't know when I'll be back in England again. I'll miss this quirky, yet endearing place; and that I shall miss Irene and Tom who so generously welcomed me into their home, fed me, and suffered my use of their toilet and shower goes without saying. I'm grateful for God's many blessings on this trip.
On the itinerary today is a trip to John Wesley's home, followed by a visit to the Imperial War Museum. Already this morning I picked up a tube of Oilatum, a week late perhaps, which Teri recommended I use to treat this obstinate, dermal weakness of mine - I'm happy to report that my skin has stopped crying.
John Wesley's home is alive and well. Services are still held in the chapel everyday; and its crypt, so far from being a cellar for the dead, is a bright, spacious museum in which all things Wesley are on display - I never realized how much of an iconic figure he became in England; at the height of this idol frenzy, ironic in itself, he must have been as popular as the Beatles were at their apex. The house itself is a multi-story edifice with narrow, precipitous staircases and spacious rooms decorated in an 18th century fashion.
I found Samuel Johnson's house within a maze of red brick hidden alongside Fleet Street. To be in the home of the man who wrote the English dictionary, and whose indefatigable love for obscure words became the inspiration for my own lexical obsession, this, by far, is the climax of my visit to England! The best certainly has been saved for last.
There are a multitude of portraits hanging around the house like ornaments on a tree. Every likeness has its own story, meticulously retold on the crib sheets in each room. Celebrities abound, including David Garrick and Sir Joshua Reynolds, who painted several of the finer images in the house. I have developed a particular affinity for Oliver Goldsmith, of whom Boswell writes, "His person was short, his countenance coarse and vulgar, his deportment that of a scholar awkwardly affecting the easy gentleman. It appears as though I, too, could use a more flattering description of myself!
I regretfully couldn't stop to try the curry in England; I guess the CityU canteen's take on the dish will have to do. I did, however, have the opportune task of flirting with the cute Cathay Pacific counter staff who checked me in. She was gorgeous in red, light powder on her cheeks, with real diamond earrings, she said; and her small, delicate face, commanded by a posh British accent rendered her positively irresistible, electrifying. Not only did she grant me an aisle seat but she had the gumption to return my fawning with zest; she must be a pro at this by now.
I saw her again as she was pulling double-duty, collecting tickets prior to boarding. She remembered my quest for curry; and in the fog of infatuation, where nary a man has been made, I fumbled my words like the sloppy kid who has had too much punch. I am just an amateur, alas, an "Oliver Goldsmith" with the ladies - I got no game - booyah!
Some final, consequential bits: because of the chavs, Burberry no longer sells those fashionable baseball caps; because of the IRA, rubbish bins are no longer a commodity on the streets of London, and as a result, the streets and the Underground of the city are a soiled mess; and because of other terrorists from distant, more arid lands, going through a Western airport has taken on the tedium of perfunctory procedure that doesn't make me feel any safer from my invisible enemies.
At last, I saw so many Indians working at Heathrow that I could have easily mistaken the place for Mumbai. Their presence surprised me because their portion of the general population surely must be less than their portion of Heathrow staff, indicating some mysterious hiring bias. Regardless, they do a superb job with cursory airport checks, and in general are absurdly funny and witty when not tactless.
That's all for England!
Since several decades in Porto each year early May the tram museum organises a parade of trams of their collection. However like in 2020, also in 2021 this wasn't possible because of the COVID-pandemic. Instead on May 8th 2021 for one day most of the regular service trams were replaced by a tram of the museum collection. In advance there was only a small notification on the STCP website, with as result only a few people knew and were around on this day.
This photo is dedicated to jaegemt1
Maria gave me my very first testimonial - thank you girl! Unfortunately I didn't see it for a couple of months. I don't get notifications about these things and don't know how to activate notifications...if there is such a thing, so please forgive me!
I received The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pesso for Christmas. Pessoa was an amazing Portuguese writer and poet. This is a spectacular book that reads like a diary of his everyday musings.
Maria commented on one of my pictures that her grandmother was from the same town in Portugal as my maternal grandparents - they may have even been friends! so I thought it appropriate to dedicate this image to her. Please check out her amazing stream.
Happy Bokeh Wednesday!
Notifications aren't working for me on flickr. I will only respond to comments and likes on the first image in my stream until this issue is fixed.
I am on holiday and will return Jan 2nd.
1月2日までSLを留守にします。
今年も沢山の皆さまに大変お世話になりました、
2016年もよろしくお願いいたします。
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As many are aware, Recent Activity as we knew it is going away.
In its place is the new Notification Center.
There is a thread at which hundreds have been making comments, the vast majority of which have been pointing out the deficiencies of the Notification Center as compared to Recent Activity.
Many, including me have complained that we miss the ability to see the photo and the comments.
In the Sticky at the top of each page of the thread a new portion was included that has a link to a video showing the Comment Modal (slick term, eh?) and how to see a list of comments.
I've followed the steps and it just doesn't work.
Edit 14Sep21:
Today I borrowed someone's more recent computer and logged into my Flickr.
The newer operating system allowed the procedure shown in the instructional video to work.
A dialog box appeared showing previous comments through which I could scroll.
That answers that.
It's still not as convenient as Recent Activity where we could see the comments, and see the photographer's user name under the thumbnail and see the photo title to the right of the thumbnail.
A sign of the times.
This photo was taken by a Minolta SRT-102 film camera with a MC Rokkor-PF 1:1.7 f=50mm lens and SF-55M Tiffen Hi-Trans Ⓣ 15 Orange filter using Ilford Delta 400-135 Pro film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitalized by Photoshop.
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My blind commentary reaction to "Female Reproductive System_2016"
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Female Reproductive System_2016
Female Reproductive System
The matrix, or bowels, is a place where a baby grows when a woman become pregnant. If you have an ectopic pregnancy, the fertilized
egg grows in the wrong place, outside the venter, usually in the fallopian tubes. The result is generally a miscarriage.
Ectopic pregnancy can be a medical emergency if it ruptures. Symbols of ectopic pregnancy include
1. Vaginal bleeding
2. Abdominal pain
3. Shoulder pain
4. Feeling dizzy or timid
If you have these signs get medical care right away. Doctors use drugs or surgery to remove the ectopic tissue so it doesn't harm your
organs. Many women who have had ectopic pregnancies go on to have healthy pregnancies later.
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care,Doctors,drugs,surgery,tissue,harm,organs,
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This is a screenshot from my phone (in black and white for artistic effect!) I am smiling cos of the number of notifications supposedly unread for Flickr! For the last few days the number has been going up - something is very wrong as I look at Flickr almost every day, so I could never have got that far behind! I prefer to look at Flickr on my computer as it's easier to respond there, but I often look at my phone to see what's been going on! 3791? Yeah right!!
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New Tech 2016: Panasonic Has Created an Invisible TV
Panasonic's new prototype TV can hide in plain sight
This new concept model outputs a brighter, clearer image similar to
typical TVs.
The OLED screen is made from a fine mesh, embedded into the glass sliding
door. While the TV image is visible even with the backlighting on, once
it's dimmed the image is clear and bright enough to be almost
indistinguishable from existing televisions.
Panasonic describes it as the "future of display screens".
Because it can be moved around, you can easily get at shelves behind it,
or adjust the height of the display depending on who's watching.
Importantly, the screen uses the latest OLED technology, where each pixel lights itself.
Traditionally, OLED panels put a thin layer of plastic between two
electrodes on top of a glass slab. Because of this, when the electric
signal disappears, the slab can look virtually transparent.
Panasonic originally showed off the technology at CES in Las Vegas earlier
in the year, but the company's engineers say the latest version of their
invisible television looks even more transparent when switched off, and
brighter when switched on.
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Hi everyone! Just a quick update on the state of the photostream, my personal affairs which affect it in a direct way and some really bad news (at least for me).
UPD: Oh, yeah, probably SPOILER ALERT! 'Cause, you know, the picture surely was not taken from the beginning of the game. :P
-So I took a break from shooting racing games (in fact, I still have lots of unedited stuff on my drive. I blame my lazy for it mostly) and I tried games of other genres.
Of course I couldn't miss the upcoming Epic's Paragon in particular. And I had a few quite fun matches here and there, I got used to its replay editor and took some shots of its AMAZINGLY DETAILED world along with STUNNINGLY CRAFTED characters and effects.
These shots were made on the last days of August, before I went to the University to find out I was set to work on announcing students' science projects, conferences and other research activities. And it's quite an appointment, I must say.
"Everybody has his/ her own part in the teaching/ working process, so will you", just like that - even though I still work on my PhD thesis with my science instructor on the background. Ok then!
After all, it turned out to be a quite interesting to work on. Now I regularly meet people who are deeply interested in bringing new ways of researching and scientific thinking to the industry, not just my typical ecological stuff I'm heavily involved into when attending various annual conferences.
I forgot to mention how I actually got Win10 this July, how I almost completely got used to its UI (which is of course isn't as good as in Win7, but it's still nice nonetheless!), and how it appears not just to "boot faster" but work faster as well. At least in some apps that I use too often.
And I shot in Forza: Apex, too. Quite a delicious graphics engine, yup!
Last week I saw that infamous "Anniversary update" ad browsing Microsoft sites, and I decided to give it a try. It felt kinda weird, since Start Menu had lost its "Show All [Programs and apps]" option, and "Search in Web" wasn't there, too.
After a few days the system showed me 2 or 3 updates, I downloaded 'em without any second thought.
And then. THEN! The system couldn't boot up, showing this "Blue" screen of… sad smiley emoji (?). I guess. Also there was a QR-code completely useless for a man like me who haven't got any mobile connection (besides laptop "HostedNetwork" before the bed). And there was some text message, something about "NTFS ERROR", I haven't remembered what was there exactly.
Well, I tried to reboot the PC, but had no luck - the error message appeared again. Then I booted into my Win7 HDD, and got BSOD there as well! Reboot, CHKDSK and there we go, log in screen.
Then I probably committed the biggest mistake of my life: I didn't log in but rebooted PC again to see if CHKDSK fixed Win10 instead. Brilliant!
Shortly after that my PC entered endless loop of rebooting w/out even showing a thing on screen, it wasn't just "black", it didn't turn on, like, at all.
And I spent the whole weekend desperately trying to fix it, ending up removing both HDDs and inserting 'em into my old rig (thank god I didn't move it somewhere else!). It's slow, it has only 4GB of RAM, GTX 260 and I still feel it in a bad way (e.g. Chrome loads pages excruciatingly slow!), although it works!
And now I'm stuck between
*actually attempting to recover the data from the faulty Win10 HDD with MANY screenshots I love so much ['Cause, you know, "an artist puts a piece of his/ her soul into the work of art he/she's working on" kinda stuff]
AND
*one heavily time-consuming task related to students and their graduation works.
It's truly super sad to realize, I was just about to share my Paragon shots with you, I was so excited about it, and now I can't even see them, and lots of other unreleased works! I was painfully stabbed in the back by that monster that Win10 Anniversary Update surely is.
Word of advice: DO NOT INSTALL WIN10 ANNIVERSARY UPDATE BY ANY MEANS! It's still so faulty I just can't imaging how MS let it hit the users' update schedules and download queues.
Of course, it might be just my fault all the way, but I guess a little bit of a warning wouldn't hurt anyone.
P.S. Sorry for low shot quality, it was taken in this January when I was on my 1st playthrough trying to beat the game's stutter and other graphics problems, didn't even think of screenshooting it because of low amount of VRAM (* 2GB = only Low Textures, Medium ones take ages to stream correctly) and 1080p resolution (*because again - I was just playing it without any intension to shoot it, may be take some pics just to remember the finest moments of it. While now I decided to choose this particular shot is because I felt it's pretty fitting to the themes I explain here, below it).
I'm really sorry for both having that tragedic event happening (* I really, really-really loved those shots that are probably lost forever on Win10 HDD) AND for having you read this long-a$$ wall of text. I love you all! Stay positive people!
V. Vorsin @polyneutron