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By Paul Craig Roberts, a Top-tier Officer of the Reagan Administration,who concludes, " More than the empire is dead. The country itself is dead. " And like it or not, it is laced with Obvious Overtones :
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Elegy : Feodor Chaliapin
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Vladimir Shushlin蘇石林- The Islet (小鳥) Rachmaninov
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Nadezhda Obukhova : Glinka Romance
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Nadezhda Obukhova : Plaisir d'Amour
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Elena Obraztsova :
Tosca - Vissi d'arte
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Why Is The Heart Beating So Loud
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Joan Brull : 30 Portraits
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Russian and Ukrainian Impressionism
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Lev Sibiryakov (Leopoldo Spivacchini) (Bass from Ukraine)
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Opera Diva, Renata Tebaldi : "Un bel di vedremo"
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Verdi's Requiem: Confutatis by Nikolai Ghiaurov
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A Persian Song by Rubinstein, Boris Shtokolov, 1955
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Борис Гмиря - Зоре моя вечірняя
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袁晨野 :
《三套车》 / Troika
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Motivated by Erik to make some ww2 miscs.
I made the scissor binoculars first, but I wanted to add something so thats how I brought to life the typewriter. Anyrhing else I made in some seconds to add details.
I hope you like it ;).
I have alredy made never version of binoculars using no BA.
Stop right there, criminal scum! Nobody breaks the law on my watch! I'm confiscating your stolen goods. Now pay the fine, or it's off to jail.
>resist arrest
Then pay with your blood!
While my mother has been visiting us here in Texas, we've visited several historic places. This is Fort Richardson in Jacksboro, Texas! My husband gave me a Lensbaby this past Christmas and I'm finding it a challenge to use. So, lately, wherever we go I take my camera and one lens...the Lensbaby. This is one of the first attempted images I'm willing to share. I have several more I hope to do something with...who knows...they may end up here!
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
I was privileged to attend a re-enactment of the battle, Basing House. The knowledge by the participants of the tactics and way of life was excellent. A great day out.
US Capitol Police Officer Jacob Chestnut and Detective John Gibson Lie In Honor and Public Vigil at the US Capitol Building in Washington DC on Tuesday morning, 28 July 1998 by Elvert Barnes Photography
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On Saturday we celebrated Myles 3rd birthday and he was very excited to find out he is now part of the police force. Here he is very excited and showing off a new look for police....hat on backwards and wearing his vest without a shirt. There is a speaker/handset that he was using to tell people to "pull over"
Fun day for sure!!
The officers on the bridge and the barefoot cadets lined up on the arms lift their hats in a traditional farewell salute to Canada as the 4-masted bark Kaiwo Maru, a Japanese training ship, leaves Steveston harbour, BC, on a voyage that will stop off in Hawaii on her way back to her home port of Tokyo, Japan.
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This charming seaside cottage became the unofficial Officers Club when Camp Hulen was opened during World War Two in the sleepy coastal town of Palacios, Texas. The home overlooks the Gulf of Mexico and its charm can easily transport one's imagination back to a different era....
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Spontaneous street portrait from Glasgow, Scotland. A familiar face in the city, I simply gestured with my camera and he gave me this awesome expression - enjoy!
Night shot with a gritty texture. The street photography shows the silhouette of a police officer, a tree and the almost full moon.
Laughing Gull making sure the humans obey the parking sign. Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge, Assateague Island.
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Odd plant-like Tremah Task Force member. Inspired by the obscure designs from Space Dandy anime. Happy birthday, Red!
My newest creation, a Kriegsmarine high ranking officer. I plan on getting a few Brickforge officer hats sometime and painting one to match. Until then, the black lego one will have to do.
Another shot of the officers' housing buildings at Fort Hancock on Sandy Hook shot in infrared with my Pacemaker Speed Graphic and Kodak HIE 4x5.
Thought it was time to try this shot in HDR. Though there is water visible just beyond these old military homes, the fog makes it seem as if they are perched on a cliff.
one of the sadder parts of dallas. this is a memorial to police officers that have died in the line of duty. their badge numbers are cut into the upper level and during the day the sunlight shines through to illuminate the shadows cast by the panel with their numbers. one more badge number will be added soon. thank you all for your service.
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Hey! Police Officers. There are human people partying over here.
Nobody likes a squealer. But these are scary times. The fes times recently that I have gone by schools have all the kids in fairly large groups hanging out. This worries me greatly.
I have nothing like an umbrella image for SoS. Just the way it is.
Hope it made you smile on Saturday anyways.