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It was the 2nd time I visited this location. The first time I tried to visit it some weeks ago. After a long walk through the forest I entered the domain and immediately I saw a man walking there. He looked like a gardener or caretaker. He did not notice me but came walking my way. I freezed, and in seconds was overthinking my next move: Wait and hide or run back through the dense forest. In milliseconds I chose the seconds option and run through the forest. The man must have been thinking there was a pack of deer wandering the surrounding forest.
This second time I planned a day of exploring with a team mate who more or less found this castle himself. He already visited it three times, but I had to go there another time to get my pictures. So, my friend visited Château Henri for the 4th time
When we walked around the castle I noticed people inside. A lady with a big smile waved at us and we could enter the castle. We shook hands and found out that I know the guy who was there with his girlfriend. They come from Germany and we have had contact through Flickr and FB. It was very nice meeting each other and again this shows what a small world UE is.
We did our thing, and after some time we were done and left the castle. As we had lovely weather we all walked towards one of the pools to take some outside shots before we leave. Suddenly we heard the sound of a motorscooter and within no time there were two guys on a motorscooter in front of the castle. Damn, were fooked!! We slowly walked our way to the entrance, but 20 meters before we were there the motorscooter showed up and we were stopped. After some smarttalk the guys were more at ease. It was the gardener and one of his friends. The gardener looked after the castle for 22 years already. It was a very friendly guy, but still he called the police.
After waiting for 30 minutes I started to friendly annoy this gardener by asking him every 5 minutes where the police are. And everytime he excused himself and every time he called the police again where they were. I need to continue this, as the police will be fed up with the man at one time In the meantime we changed memorycards and decided what our story would be.
After 45 minutes the police arrived. My plan was to lie flat on our bellies and start photographing small flowers as soon as we saw the police. Unfortunately we didn’t After some ID checks our bags were opened (but not searched) and the gardener excused himself as he needed to do some groceries. Pretty awkward, but ok. And again, we were excused by the man that it took so long before the police came, and I started to feel sorry for the guy. But the best part is yet to come….
The police asked us where our cars are parked. Our German friends were parked two streets to the right, and we were parked two streets to the left. The officer decided to join the Germans and walked to their car for a small car search. We were asked to walk to our car and wait there until they come to us. I cannot believe this happened. If I had some contraband in the car I had plenty of time to hide it before our car was searched. I could have buried all AK-47′s which were hidden in my trunk before the police popped up. Unbelievable country this is…. We drank a cup of coffee together and headed towards the next location…
This castle was built in the 1930′s by the owner of a nearby textile company. It was in his posession till the 1990′s when the castle and it’s domain was sold to a wealthy couple. They completely redecorated the place for which they spent a little fortune. The long driveway was asphalted and the place was furnished with the most expensive furniture which fitted the design of the castle. After some time the couple got arrested for some reason and the castle was sold to a bank who wants to gain some of their money back which they lost to the couple. Unfortunately it is for sale already for some years, and with it’s price being around the € 3 million I guess it will be for sale for some time. Luckily the place is well maintained by the gardener, and really hope he will still have it’s job once the castle is sold…
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I'm at a place at the moment where I spend long periods of time being silent, or being alone, and that leaves a lot of time for overthinking.
I have some big decisions to make, but for now, I just want to curl up cold on a Sunday morning and dream about nothing.
My heart always leans into scrappy patchwork, and trying not to overthink color combo's. I have 9 blocks complete, 81 to go, and each block will finish at 4.5". Pattern from Rita @redpepperquilts 💕💜 #scrappybearpawquilt #patchworK
Went to Cabo Rojo last week and spent most of my nights in this cheap coffee shop, just for a nice drink and listening to music. Really trying not to overthink.
It was the 2nd time I visited this location. The first time I tried to visit it some weeks ago. After a long walk through the forest I entered the domain and immediately I saw a man walking there. He looked like a gardener or caretaker. He did not notice me but came walking my way. I freezed, and in seconds was overthinking my next move: Wait and hide or run back through the dense forest. In milliseconds I chose the seconds option and run through the forest. The man must have been thinking there was a pack of deer wandering the surrounding forest.
This second time I planned a day of exploring with a team mate who more or less found this castle himself. He already visited it three times, but I had to go there another time to get my pictures. So, my friend visited Château Henri for the 4th time
When we walked around the castle I noticed people inside. A lady with a big smile waved at us and we could enter the castle. We shook hands and found out that I know the guy who was there with his girlfriend. They come from Germany and we have had contact through Flickr and FB. It was very nice meeting each other and again this shows what a small world UE is.
We did our thing, and after some time we were done and left the castle. As we had lovely weather we all walked towards one of the pools to take some outside shots before we leave. Suddenly we heard the sound of a motorscooter and within no time there were two guys on a motorscooter in front of the castle. Damn, were fooked!! We slowly walked our way to the entrance, but 20 meters before we were there the motorscooter showed up and we were stopped. After some smarttalk the guys were more at ease. It was the gardener and one of his friends. The gardener looked after the castle for 22 years already. It was a very friendly guy, but still he called the police.
After waiting for 30 minutes I started to friendly annoy this gardener by asking him every 5 minutes where the police are. And everytime he excused himself and every time he called the police again where they were. I need to continue this, as the police will be fed up with the man at one time In the meantime we changed memorycards and decided what our story would be.
After 45 minutes the police arrived. My plan was to lie flat on our bellies and start photographing small flowers as soon as we saw the police. Unfortunately we didn’t After some ID checks our bags were opened (but not searched) and the gardener excused himself as he needed to do some groceries. Pretty awkward, but ok. And again, we were excused by the man that it took so long before the police came, and I started to feel sorry for the guy. But the best part is yet to come….
The police asked us where our cars are parked. Our German friends were parked two streets to the right, and we were parked two streets to the left. The officer decided to join the Germans and walked to their car for a small car search. We were asked to walk to our car and wait there until they come to us. I cannot believe this happened. If I had some contraband in the car I had plenty of time to hide it before our car was searched. I could have buried all AK-47′s which were hidden in my trunk before the police popped up. Unbelievable country this is…. We drank a cup of coffee together and headed towards the next location…
This castle was built in the 1930′s by the owner of a nearby textile company. It was in his posession till the 1990′s when the castle and it’s domain was sold to a wealthy couple. They completely redecorated the place for which they spent a little fortune. The long driveway was asphalted and the place was furnished with the most expensive furniture which fitted the design of the castle. After some time the couple got arrested for some reason and the castle was sold to a bank who wants to gain some of their money back which they lost to the couple. Unfortunately it is for sale already for some years, and with it’s price being around the € 3 million I guess it will be for sale for some time. Luckily the place is well maintained by the gardener, and really hope he will still have it’s job once the castle is sold…
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Zens
1.what do you write?
I write Zens, sometimes I add an E or take away the S depending on if I have to cram or get to really flex.
2. how long have you been writing?
I’ve been writing since 2005 so 18 years now. I started using paint from the start, actually funny story, it all started by watching State Your Name and thinking i should go bombing, It didn't last too long, I got busted tagging a KFC and probably should have given up right there haha. Little did i know it would turn into a lifelong obsession.
3. how has your style evolved/changed in your progression with art?
I’ve always leaned into more evil, sharp and aggressive styles since I started. I found that the more I travelled for graffiti, at first even just to Montreal and Toronto, the more my world expanded and so did my style. I try to practice all elements of graff, from tagging to throw-ups to piecing. I feel like each one is just as important as the last.
4.what is your favourite material to use? (paint, markers, stickers etc)
Spray paint, hands down, sometimes i think I could even just spray paint into the air aimlessly and still have fun.
5. favourite thing about graffiti ?
My favourite thing eh? I’ve always been a little bit of an introvert and tend to overthink things, painting has always been an escape and one of the only times I can actually turn everything off in my brain and just zero in on what I’m trying to achieve.
6.what are some of your favourite spots to paint?
My favourite place to paint is any kind of train yard or a wall in the middle of nowhere, sign me up for either!
7. what / who is your inspiration?
I would say that now a days the MFK guys are a big inspiration but i often look to the past for inspiration as well. I was taught early on by some of the older heads in my home city (Iltone/cens/prank DBS) about what came before style-wise and I always tried to up the bar quality wise.
8. favourite city / spots to paint in ?
As of now, Jakarta has been my favourite place to paint, I’ve never felt such a connection to graffiti culture as i did there. It was like nothing ive ever experienced before or since, I could do a whole other interview about that.
9.do you have a favourite story about a writing / painting experience?
It’s difficult to pick one, I’ve had so many good and bad ones in the whole time I’ve been writing. I’ve seen alot while painting, from people getting beat up to homeless dudes fucking in an alley. Ive been chased, injured, been in fights over graff but I’m just as in love with it now as when I was a teenager putting the wrong on the wrong cans! I would have to say the best thing about it all is the freedom and the friendships that I’ve made along the way and I wouldn’t trade any of it in. Peace to my crews, NPE ABM DBS, to all my friends in the dominican, indonesia, the US and Canada!
2009.05.01 - day 171
i got this book as a gift a few years ago. i rarely look in it, but it does have a lot of good info in it.
i try not to read too much about taking photos. i feel like it takes away from my creativity and makes me overthink things. the brain is a terrible thing!
:: strobist ::
550ex - grid - overhead
580exii - snooted at the book - on axis high over camera
sb-28 - between my legs and it felt so good
Started doodling on my Wreck This Journal to kill some time today. Nothing better than a cup of coffee and an inky pen to draw. It was really relaxing. This drawing is pretty small and simple but to me it has a lot of meaning. I used the caption "breathe in, breathe out" because I had some problems with someone I truly love yesterday because of my impatience and my bad temper. Today I noticed that I have to be more careful with my attitude and the way I talk to people, seems like I'm pushing people I truly care about away. And I don't want that. So, I know the person I'm talking about won't be reading this, nor will he/she see this ever, but I really want to apologize for everything.
Another shot from the Eat Your Heart Out fashion/stylist shoot.
We went into the back room, the "green room" to try and find inspiration for another shot. We had run out of time, I could hear people packing up in the main hall. This is the exciting moment, can you cram one last image in? Sometimes that's the best one, you think less, you push harder, you live with what you get. Othertimes, it's garbage. Megan still had her doll pose ready to go. I needed to create some mood and tension, the room just smelled that way to me. It resonated a vibe of waiting that echoed off the walls in this small space. This is where people sit and wait to go out and entertain thousands of people. Megan sat in the chair, there was an old cheap thrift store lamp on the other side of the room. We shuffled, the furniture danced, and moments later I had a frame. I no longer saw a doll, I saw a puppet, a Marionette. She was waiting, to become the star, to entertain the masses.
Shot with a Nikon D7000, single Flash SB-800, light bounced off the wall and ceiling.
Although this isn't a "pure photograph" I always tend to go with what the image says to me. If it feels like it's more illustrative then that's what I do in post. I try not to overthink it, I have a concept in mind, and then I run towards the areas that feel most in tune with that for me in the moment. This is the joy of work that is expressive versus commercial. Doing commercial work all day long for over ten years, these small pieces are joy for me.
West Hill 05/09/2012 13h53
A couple overthinking what they all could have done and already have done in their lives while overlooking the Old Town of Hastings from the West Hill.
Hastings
Hastings is a town and borough in the county of East Sussex on the south coast of England. The town is located 24 mi (39 km) east of the county town of Lewes and 53 mi (85 km) south east of London, and has an estimated population of 86,900.
In historical terms, Hastings can claim fame through its connection with the Norman conquest of England; and also because it became one of the medieval Cinque Ports. Hastings was, for centuries, an important fishing port; although nowadays much reduced, it still has the largest beach-based fishing fleet in England. The town became a watering place in the 1760s, and then, with the coming of the railway, a seaside resort.
The attraction of Hastings as a tourist destination continues; although the number of hotels has decreased, it caters for wider tastes, being home to internationally-based cultural and sporting events, such as chess and running. It has set out to become "a modern European town" and seeks to attract commercial business in the many industrial sites round the borough.
Population: 86,900
District: Hastings
Shire County: East Sussex
Region: South East
Country: England
Sovereign State: United Kingdom
[ Source: Wikipedia - Hastings ]
Glad to be finally using up the scraps of plywood left after hull, bulkhead and bottom construction. This is work in progress on the dinette seats. I was careful in ensuring that the two panels attached to the topsides are parallel thus when the table is dropped to form a berth, the fit is proper.
Currently overthinking the cabinet that will support the crew's seat. How is it best configured for storage? Any rigidity issues with this narrow and tall cabinet?
* Edit:
A recent posting on a Internet boat building forum reinforced Tom's comment on my unnecessary taping of cabinet seams. The forum poster performed destructive testing on two pieces of wood glued at a 90 degree angle. The testor installed a filet and fiberglass tape on the seam. I don't recall the type of wood nor weight of the fiberglass. Using a hydraulic jack, he busted the seam apart. The testor reported that the fiberglass tape started pulling away from the wood while the filet held its ground well into the test. The testor marvelled over the unexpected strength of the filet.
I had thought that filets were primarily if not soley installed to provide a gentle journey for the fiberglass tape through the 90 degree angle. I now understand the structual value of a filet.
I have been following a debate on the value of applying tape on both sides of a seam for a structual bulkhead. Imagine bending a major bulkhead towards the transom. The fiberglass tape on the bow side of the bulkhead will be in tension which is the direction that fiberglass has its greatest strength thus adding resistance to pulling the seam apart. The tape on the transom side of the seam will be in compression thus the fiberglass not so strong. All this according to a forum poster. I am only qualified to be the messenger. But then again some pundits argue that the filet material is brittle epoxy thus the fiberglass tape in compression helps keep the filet material from crumbling.
Some argue that wood boats were held together via glue seams long before the arrival of fiberglass thus applying this material to a seam is a waste of time and money. Others argue the merits of increased strength from fiberglass seam reinforcement. I find that the time and expense of applying tape on each side of a major bulkhead seam is a minisclue consideration in the overall scheme of things. Consequently, I believe that fiberglass on a bulkhead seam is time well spent to create a stronger attachment. I also subscribe to Devlin's recommendation to use fiberglass with a 45 degree bias thus every strand crosses over the seam on a major bulkhead attachment to a hull. No doubt someone will dispute Devlin's recommendation because Devlin failed to consider the modus of elasticity where the fram-a-stantial widget connects to the ki-nit-nee pin. And who said that building a wooden boat isn't rocket science.
This seam taping debate is another example of the foolishness of aspiring to the quest of building a boat in the prescribed "right" way since this definition is elusive if not non existant. When confused by a debate, I defer to folks like Tom Lathrop who have built and used boats for decades thus know what works.
"Overthinking"
The following are the stocks I used for this digital art:
model: empatia-stock.deviantart.com/art/post-mortem-session-1-54...
water partition: moonglowlilly.deviantart.com/art/Ocean-Bg-Stock-340063593
tentacles: roy3d.deviantart.com/art/Tentacles-PNG-Stock-532860018
cloud: moonglowlilly.deviantart.com/art/FOG-CLOUDS-PNG-324143687
rain: dbszabo1.deviantart.com/art/misc-rain-element-png-309954950
background: sisterslaughter165.deviantart.com/art/Background-6-401796670
hair: cindysart.deviantart.com/art/Hair-Stocks-259532943
tears: frozenstocks.deviantart.com/art/UNRESTRICTED-Tears-Brushe...
I was debating (and overthinking) if I should keep the person riding on the scooter (on the right) within the frame and ultimately chose to keep them in. I think they give a sense of movement and without them, the picture looks lonely. Plus, it adds to the setting of the city where there's a hustle and bustle.
I really love the contrasting red, yellow and green colours as well!
did i, or did I not, swallow a cadaver bone graft? back visiting the oral surgeon and it turns out, i’m all clear! I am fused with the cadaver graft! which, i guess, makes me a human/cadaver hybrid.
when i told the oral surgeon i hadn’t taken any pain medicine because i hadn’t felt any pain she looked surprised a little skeptical, "maybe you should just be happy you're not in pain. you're unusually lucky."
"i don't think you understand how much I can overthink this."
There's an old folk song from about three hundred years ago called "Am I Born to Die?". It's often on my mind when I'm walking these clifftops. Close to the edge is everything that was never meant to make it, lost to erosion or seeded in soil too dry to retain the rain. I'll admit I'm drawn to death, whether it's what nature couldn't help, or humanity didn't care for. Despite this, I consider myself only sporadically philosophical. My bent toward overthinking is one I've worked hard to shake. As a child, I was raised to believe that finding The Answer was a great relief and source of peace. Certainty was everywhere in those days, and almost everyone I knew was always right. We were the kind of religious that believed we weren't religious — a dangerous mindset when you're already thinking you're chosen over the rest. Every kind of "Why?" had a pre-set response, thought-terminating clichés designed to stop you from asking quick as possible. But to my credit, even after I stopped speaking, I still kept questions in my mind. The greatest revelation I experienced was learning how much was unknown. By science, by faith, by all forms of understanding. In most of existence, there is no why, and there is no reason. In that, I find my reason, and a peace beyond all understanding.
January 13, 2026
Morden, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6638 of my daily journal.
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I have been a long-time follower of @lynn_giunta on IG, so I've been excited to try her Workshop Week session. I was able to watch live and play while I watched. I think the pace really helped me to work without overthinking. I got everything cut out during the workshop, but most of the gluing was done after. I had grabbed an envelope of gelli prints for my collage fodder and I was tickled at how well the colors matched the left side page. I absolutely loved the workshop.
Portrait of Robin Williams. Mostly about practicing facial anatomy. Not 100% happy with the shape of the face. I think I am still off a little. On the other hand, I do not want to do something that is photorealistic. I want it to remain expressionistic. So, in that regard, maybe I am making things more complicated. Overthinking it.
Hate the shirt, but since it wasn't the point of this project, I decided to leave it. Same with the background. Mixed feelings about the hair elements.
I am happier with the flow of lines around the face. I think I am improving in that regard, if only by degrees. The lines feel like they are flowing more naturally than in my last couple of portraits.
Preliminary note: I have been rigid about posting my Strangers photos in the order taken, feeling that this is the truest way of maintaining the flow of my project. This has some advantages but can have disadvantages. For today and tomorrow I am deviating from that practice because of two photos that have a definite Christmas/New Year's theme and would appear out of context in February. I hope you all are enjoying the holiday season and will have a Happy and Healthy New Year.
Chalk today up to a lesson in persistence. I decided to walk a new area and keep my eyes open for potential Strangers. I was declined by a very nice barber on his break not two blocks from my house. He was game but balked when he heard about the internet and was most apologetic, saying “It’s just a thing with me.” I told him I understood and would not want him to feel pressured. I offered to take a portrait as a gift without using it for my project but he again politely declined so we wished each other a good day and he invited me to stop in for a haircut one day. (I do need one.)
At the end of my subway ride I was declined by the next three people I approached. This is an unusually poor track record for me but I shrugged it off. With the next two refusals I was starting to think I would accomplish a nice walk but return home without any Stranger encounters or photographs. It is worth noting that although I briefly reflected on my state of mind (was I lacking conviction in my invitations?), the neighbourhood I was in (Koreatown), and the time of day but then laid aside my overthinking and decided to just enjoy my walk. I’m pleased to say that I wasn’t disheartened or put off by the rejections but just chalked it up to it not being my day for Stranger photos. Earlier in my project this would have been hard to do so I think it reflects emotional progress.
Just then this cute Christmasy-looking girl with a hint of attitude in her stride crossed the street in front of me and I immediately asked if she would be part of my project. She pulled her earphone out of one ear and, looking back over her shoulder tossed me a “Sorry, but I’m late.” I wished her a good day and grabbed a candid photo from behind (see comment photo) because I liked her look.
A block later we met again as she came out of Starbucks with a coffee. We smiled at each other and, taking a chance, I said “Have you changed your mind yet?” She laughed and stopped. She said “Well, I’m already a half hour late for class, what’s another five minutes? So what’s your project?” I gave her the run-down and she said “Oh, why not? Where do you want to do it?” She reached out and gave me a vigorous handshake and a smile. "I'm Lila."
I suggested we cross the intersection and use the brick wall of the coffee shop. I asked Lila her age and she said “Sixteen.” I said “Whew, I think that’s the minimum age we’re supposed to photograph for the project in order to not be approaching minors.” Lila’s reply was “You can call me any age you want. It’s only a stranger, right?” After taking a few photos against the wall, I backed away to take a full photo that would show more of her look. I was intrigued to discover when I uploaded it that I caught a one-eyed blink. That’s a first.
Lila is attending high school nearby the intersection where I photographed her. When I asked about her academic goals she laughed and said “Goals? Just to graduate!” Fair enough. I invited her to type her email into my phone for her to get a copy of the picture, giving my usual explanation that there will be fewer typos if she does it. She said “Not with me. I’m dyslexic. You’d better type it.” So I did. I commented that high school must be extra challenging for a dyslexic and she agreed, but said she qualifies gets some extra help through the Board of Education. Lila told me her mother is a photographer. I said “Maybe that’s the reason you gave in to my second request?” We both laughed.
With that she was off to school, tossing a “Have a Merry Christmas!” over her shoulder. I sensed a bit of street-smart in Lila, along with a not quite hidden layer of kindness - and a touch of vulnerability. I hope she succeeds at school and that my delaying her an extra five minutes doesn’t make a difference in her math grade.
So here was my reward for not being discouraged by a string of rejections. Sometimes persistence pays off (as long as we stop short of harassment!)
Thank you Lila, for participating in 100 Strangers. You are now Stranger #292 in Round 3 of my project.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
To browse Round 1 of my 100 Strangers project click here: www.flickr.com/photos/jeffcbowen/sets/72157633145986224/
To browse Round 2 of my 100 Strangers project click here:www.flickr.com/photos/jeffcbowen/sets/72157634422850489/
you don't have to worry guys, it's no real skull. It's just a model my wife needs for her medicine study. :)
2021. I normally do not include any context for my work but I felt as if I had to make an exception for this series. These are my thoughts put on paper: truths, half-truths, lies, and intrusions. This is overthinking that's been given the treatment of being fleshed out in the most raw. This is documented catharsis.
FGR today invaded "Grimm's Fairy Tales." I know it isn't one of the more well-known stories, but i've always been fond of this one: Clever Elsie.
Basically i think the point is that, although this girl is alleged to be so awfully smart, she overthinks every situation to the point where she's unable to take action. Actually, that's really mostly at the beginning of the story, and it sort of dissolves into her just being lazy, but whatever. I say the moral must have something to do with the danger of looking too hard at a situation--at trying too hard to find the right solution to the detriment of finding any solution--and of letting the "what-ifs" get you all tied up in knots until there aren't any ifs at all.
I think Euripedes' Medea says it pretty well: "We must not think too much. People go mad if they think too much." Of course, Medea kills her children to get back at her ex, so i'm not sure her opinion is worth so much after all.
This is what he does now. Whenever we're in the kitchen, he jumps up on the counter and makes himself at home. There is usually yawning and talking...sometimes at the same time.
Cat's insane. I lubs him.
On different news......seems the fire in our building 2 Saturday's ago was arson. A second fire was set this past Monday in the adjacent building. It's a little un-nerving. I took Gabby out last night for her last bathroom break of the night, and found myself being scared as I walked back in through the basement.
I also am convinced I smell smoke all the time (although ArmyKat says not to worry about that because apparently, overthinking brains do that) ;)
Hopefully they'll catch whoever set the fires and I'll feel more at ease.
yeah i couldnt resist getting these parts, they may not be any 2x4 bricks, but boy are they still some of my most favorite parts behind 3001s
10x marbled minifigure heads
will post better photos of these parts once they arrive in a
couple weeks
the picture is of the listing, but i managed to snag the parts before anyone else. glad i got this lot and missed out on the previous lot of heads they had, since their previous lot was all the same of tan(?)/med.nougat(?) 12 heads, but this lot is so much more interesting and worth it
i already see a lot of moc potential for these parts, i mean heads alone are great for mocs but now with these marbled versions i can get a lot more creative :D
also some of them look really awesome and pretty just on their own as well
also they feel nice to have a lot of them in your hand, a good stress reliever, oh if only i had a bucket of minifigure heads to swim my hands around through... haha
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from other angles the brown shades mix head really looks like a wood carving, another idea for a little moc diorama, maybe of a woodworking shop thing
the lavender shades could be a nice sorbet or ice cream color
the dark orange would make for a great mars part, especially that its round
the list goes on for things i can use these heads for, might actually showcase them that way first before alone
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i know i couldve just waited until they arrived a couple weeks later, but its also a talk about the seller themself
could this be maybe something like the mexican night shift occurrences? I mean how could one person get so many marbled parts, in such a short amount of time?? also that most of them are all similar parts. but then again there were some one off parts and such they had
i wonder if they will have any more marbled heads in the future, my wallet wont be big enough to juggle all this beauty and 3001s 😭 haha
i wonder if this will bring down the value of marbled bricks now, maybe they wont bee seen as too valuable as they were before. or this could go down a similar path to the grangemouths from years ago, i know from reading old posts and comments. i know i wasnt around here at that time :P
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also is it considered ok to post sellers pics like this? I mean i do say that its not my photo, but just not sure.
it feels weird, almost like a cheat sort of, like if i were to post the lego.com photos of a set and say that its coming my way, that feels wrong, untrustworthy i guess
but in this case i mean its unique, and i did purchase this lot specifically, although i didnt for the other post....
i have seen others post sellers photos though and they bought it, so maybe its ok?
it probably is but it just feels wrong somehow
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im pretty tired right now so i might be overthinking things... and if this post does look disorganized and such thats my excuse :p
just wanted to share this before going to bed now
this was a picture from saturday when i was hanging out with my sister and 2 friends at this "secret place" yes, i know it's too bright on some of the leaves, no, i don't really care
was trying to be cool by having that series but i keep running out of time to upload. i'm falling behind. and honestly i'm not cool at all. why bother trying amiright
anyways, today was so weird. i usually don't stay after my 8/9th hour class since i have release but i had to today so i went to 10th hour study hall. this dude comes up to me and points over to wherever he was sitting and said "my friend was hoping you would go to homecoming with him"
90% sure he was joking. no one in their right mind would want to go on a date with me let alone take me to a fucking dance. also, i think he was a sophomore. not that it's bad to be one. i just think it'd be weird bc i'm a senior.
maybe i'm just overthinking this. but i'm so sure he was kidding. the dude walked away and i didn't say anything. i think i'm just going to keep it that way. i don't even know who the kid was, i didn't see where he was pointing. but the day ended on a good note bc i got to hang out with one of my friends who is just stating photography in class and i got to help her. she said i was better at telling her things than the long-term sub we have lol
okay IM SO SORRY for that long thing about my day. i needed to tell someone about it but i didn't know who. i thought maybe there was a chance someone here would listen. anyways, tell me about yours, i hope it was wonderful! love y'all :)
I like practicing photography because it gives me a sense of accomplishment and something to be proud of. Some of my work comes from my photography course, but when it's not mandatory I take photos of things that either have a special meaning to me or simply have a good aesthetic. However, most of the time it is the latter of these two things. I see something enjoyable to the eye I could look at every day without becoming bored, I visualize the shot then I take it. Most of my photoshoots are on-the-go, spontaneous ideas with little to no planning unless I am tasked with a certain subject or photography theme. But even those “plans” usually end in many trial and error shots and makeshift studio setups until I get the photo I desire. One thing I do not enjoy about photography, or to be more specific in photo class is the pressure of shooting and editing my photo to someone else’s liking. While I understand there are certain objective features and factors such as crop, lighting, composition, and such that contribute to the quality of a photo, 90% of the time people are more likely to choose an image based on a subject rather than the quality of the image. When I shoot, I want to be able to shoot what I like and how I like it for myself without having to consider what other people think. And when I do not overthink my shooting process, it is usually received better by my peers than when I attempt to incorporate what I think people want anyway.
Now, I would like to discuss the photo presented with this artistic statement. Like all my other photos, I saw an opportunity for a shot, and I took it, but this time I intended the subject matter to have a bit more meaning. Traveling and airplanes have been a large part of my young life. Since I was young, I have been traveling to many places such as Europe, Australia, and Hawaii many times. This large amount of travel has given me more insight into the world as a whole and of the different cultures and perspectives. These perspectives are represented in the self-portrait, looking out across the land from an extraordinary and uncanny view. Photos of the ground from planes really do not give that view justice. I remember when I was a toddler, I always fought and cried for the window seat, and flying became one of my favorite pleasures in my life because of how incredible the view was. Despite this no, I am not a plane aficionado, traveling is why I am the person I am today and how I view the world around me. For those reasons, I attempted to capture the wonder and excitement of traveling in this photo.
Day one hundred seventy-four/365. I love academia. I feel fulfilled when I'm learning and I love to teach others.
But, I also realize that critical thinking has its limits. Sometimes, we run the danger of "paralysis by analysis."
I just read an article about the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Some amazingly gifted people are students there.
But, the school has a requirement that's a special challenge for some of their most intelligent students. They require their graduates to know how to swim.
The author said that about half of the students jump in the water and get the swimming requirement out of the way early in their college career. Another percentage procrastinate. Some are afraid of the water. And when trying to learn to swim, people who are so gifted at math and engineering sometimes ask questions. At what angle should their arms enter the water? How far does one need to turn the head to get a breath without getting water in one's mouth?
Life guards find it difficult to convince some students to get in the water and just try it.
What things do we people of non-MIT material tend to over-think? What decisions are committees handling that could be completed more quickly and effectively by people who are willing to jump in the water and just try?
kind of a subtle difference, but I'm trying out some new processing and would love to hear any opinions
okay so I spent more than two years thinking about the perfect tattoo - OVERthinking some might say...
Anyway, yesterday I went to a tattoo convention and since I was all by myself I approached a girl that I knew from a tattoo forum who is working as a shop manager at a great studio! She told me that one of my favorite artists had a cancellation - I described my idea to her and before I knew it I had an appointment!
I'm so glad I did it - everybody was so nice and I appreciated the distraction. I was her last appointment of the day at 6pm and I was a little nervous but time flew by so quickly and the pain wasn't all that bad. In fact, it doesn't really hurt it just stings a little bit. A paper cut on your finger is worse ;)
Anyway, thanks so much to Imme Böhme for my first tattoo. I adore her work - She works at THE SINNER AND THE SAINT in Aachen (Aix-la-Chapelle), check out the studio, some great artists there!