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After seeing Star Treks Version of London and inception. I thought i would give a spin of my own on a version of London. This was taken from St Pauls Cathedral. And i applied some stretching in Photoshop.

Will they be taking our temperatures next?

Leuven is famous for it's University.

So shooting the young and beautiful is hardly a challenge ;-)

Charleroi - Rue Arthur Regniers

 

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I'll catch up with you guys tomorrow.

 

Volto mais a noite para brincar mais ta!!!!!

Nadat dan DB Cargo met haar omgeleide autotrein te Nispen gepasseerd was, kon het wachten beginnen op toch wel het hoofddoel van de dag die al een halve reality soap had veroorzaakt. Doordat RTB Cargo onverwachts eerder vertrok vanaf Kijfhoek, uiteindelijk alsnog een lange stop zou hebben op Lage Zwaluwe en daarna toch weer eerder uit Lage Zwaluwe vertrok, leek het er tweemaal toe dat we de trein zouden missen. Maar ook gebeurde het tweemaal dat het toch leek te gaan lukken en uiteindelijk trokken wij het langste strootje. Er moest zoals gezegd een bestuurderswissel plaatsvinden op grensstation Roosendaal en hierdoor zou de trein ruim na onze aankomst in Nispen de revue passeren. Aangezien mijn positie bij DB Cargo niet helemaal naar wens was, werd uiteindelijk op een nogal acrobatische wijze een beter standpunt ingenomen en was het nu afwachten op nieuws.

 

Ongeveer vijf minuten nadat de autotrein uit het beeld was verdwenen kwam de melding van nota bene de bestuurder zelf dat ze vertrokken was te Roosendaal. Waar we in eerste instantie blij waren dat de trein dan eindelijk onderweg was naar onze camera's, kwam al snel de realisatie dat de trein vlak bij ons met de S32 naar Roosendaal moest kruisen. Alhoewel de S32 slechts bestond uit een enkel Varkentje zou het wel typisch iets voor ons zijn dat de kruising precies voor ons zou plaatsvinden en dus werd er toch met een beetje gezonde spanning afgewacht. Het zou immers de eerste keer zijn dat ik deze fraaie loc in de zon kon fotograferen en dat was al een aantal keer mislukt.

 

Niet veel later arriveerde in de verte de S32 en sloot niet veel later de overweg naast ons, wat eigenlijk net te vroeg was voor NMBS naar Roosendaal. Nu werd het echt spannend, maar vanuit het noorden kwam er maar niks opdagen en dus kwam gelukkig zonder kruising het treinstelletje voorbij gedreund. Zoals wel een beetje verwacht bleef de overweg dicht liggen, maar het duurde zo lang dat er een beetje twijfels ontstonden of dit überhaupt wel RTB moest zijn, ze had immers eigenlijk al ruim vijf minuten geleden voorbij moeten komen. Maar dan na even ons geduld op de proef te hebben gesteld kwam daar een blauw met paarse loc in slakkentempo opdoemen. De lage snelheid had waarschijnlijk iets te maken met de spanningssluis want vlak voor onze neus werd de achterste stroomafnemer ingeruild voor de voorste wat ik veel fraaier vind staan, beter kon niet!

 

Het is inmiddels 14:36 als de bijna glimmende RTB Cargo 186 423 "Running like clockwork" de aanwezigen te Nispen passeert onderweg zijnde met flink omgeleide PCC-Shuttle 41500 vanuit Frankfurt (Oder) via Emmerich, Kijfhoek en Roosendaal naar Antwerpen Noord. Nadat de trein gepasseerd was bleef de overweg nog enkele minuten dicht liggen voor een onzichtbare trein alvorens de bomen weer geopend werden. Aangezien RTB Cargo nogmaals moest passeren met een fraaie omgeleide trein werd verkast richting de Bergsebaan!

HAPPY WINDOW WEDNESDAY(S) !!

Peculiar round windows in an exterior wall of a high-level international bank. The wall is covered wtih what appear to be "thin bricks" of marble. In order to create an abstract, surreal image, I have inverted the section of wall with its windows. .

 

Location: International Bank of Settlements, Basel BS Switzerland.

 

In my album: Dan's Windows.

Something different ....!

Have a grand week guys. Thank you for comments and faves!

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I walked the bridge this morning with my 12mm fisheye. Fun.

Trying to adjust to a new reality.......

an artsy corner in the sidewalk+wall with optical illusion of folds. actual color is bright blue and white.

 

tacoma, washington

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”

Quote – Lao Tzu

 

Backside of the dilapidated building I uploaded yesterday (see first comment box).

Happy weekend ahead!!

25.2.2022, then into the light now into war

I´ve found a great Sim this morning!

It´s called Buddha Garden...a lovely beach, with hidden trails and a lot of great photo spots.

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Winter windstorms damaged a number of trees in an exposed location. They're now fodder for the chainsaw and someone's wood pile. Seen near Ballinrobe, Co. Mayo, Ireland.

geary street

graffiti coverup fragment

san francisco, california

“Which of my photographs is my favorite?

The one I’m going to take tomorrow.”

— Imogen Cunningham

 

Own image 5689 and textures

HSS !

The moon by Luke Jerram.

 

Geschaffen hat ihn der britische Künstler Luke Jerram, der Durchmesser beträgt imposante sieben Meter.

Das Kunstwerk bildet die Mondoberfläche ab, Luke Jerram hat dafür zahllose Aufnahmen der NASA montiert.

 

Vor den Kirchenfenstern hängen lange Spruchbänder, um das Tageslicht zu dämpfen und so die Strahlkraft des Mondes zu erhöhen.

 

Anm.:

Die Aufnahme entstand aus freier Hand; ohne Stativ ist es natürlich schwierig, die ganz genaue optische Mitte zu treffen. Der Mond hängt zudem nicht exakt mittig im Kirchenschiff. Es müsste aber so "passen".

“Are you going to carry on like this all the way through the series?” Ali had already had enough of the grumbling monster at the other end of the sofa. “They're only using all of these locations to show off the county.” I tried to maintain my silence, but the red rag had been waved and I'd already climbed onto the highest horse in the neighbouring field and was chasing off after it like a hungry zealot. “But this couple live in Mevagissey, the others are so loaded that they've managed to build a multi million pound property at, isn't that Mawgan Porth, and yet they've bumped into each other by total coincidence at Penzance lido! Who goes to Penzance lido when they live at Mawgan Porth for goodness sake? It must be at least forty miles each way. There's a leisure centre at Newquay. We live much closer to Penzance and I've only ever been in that lido once. You've never been in it at all and you were born here! And why are they launching a charity in St Ives? It doesn't make sense!”

 

We were watching a new drama series on the television of course, and this one was set in our own backyard. Well, bits of it were anyway. Depends on your definition of backyard really. You might have seen it too. I expect the residents of Shetland feel the same and we've been hooked on that since the first series. Ali was right of course. Cornwall was the star of the show while the complex issues around a pair of babies who were accidentally swapped at birth because of an admin cock up were merely a side story. One rich couple, the other supposedly down on their luck - although she owned a restaurant, just as we all do down here, and they lived in a very nice looking house in Mevagissey that many local people can only dream of. But the reality gap is always going to drive people like me around the twist. Poldark was even worse. Holywell Bay one minute, Penberth Cove the next. And five minutes after that, Ross was racing his horse across Bodmin Moor while Demelza had magically appeared in Charlestown. And this was in the late eighteenth century, almost two hundred years before the first Ford Sierra Cosworth with go faster stripes had arrived on the peninsula for goodness sake.

 

I'm sure the Royal Cornwall Hospital Trust really appreciated the negative fictional publicity. They're in the local news enough with tales of misfortune and malpractice as it is, without the screenwriters putting the boot in. I should add for the sake of balance that my children and their own children were all born there without incident.

 

I've often wondered when the moment would arrive for me to share this one, taken six years ago on a windy rain charged Sunday afternoon in March when the late winter light was doing magical things on top of St Agnes Head. But it was on a stout pinnacle by these very rocks that the villain broke his anger run along the cliff path and stood, gazing enigmatically towards the west as he plotted and schemed his devious affairs, one director's instruction short of beating his chest like a mountain gorilla. As the shot opened up and panned away into the distance, there was Wheal Coates, packed with glorious drama. But may I remind you that his waterfront palace is at Mawgan Porth? Down the hill from Newquay Airport. Did he run all the way then? Is he an ultramarathon man as well as a thoroughly unpleasant chap? If I fancy going for a trot I do it near home. I don't jump in the car and drive halfway across the county.

 

I'm sitting within this view as I sketch the notes for my story before I forget what I was going to rant about. There's nothing much doing anyway, and I've already got my shots, besides which I need to shift in a minute because it's Friday. Five a side night. It's a beautiful view, but rather than running halfway across the north coast of the county I came here in the car. It's much quicker and allows me to focus a bit more clearly than was done with the plot of a half baked TV drama that we only lasted the distance with because of where it was filmed. Enough said. Time to, erm, run around in a sports hall, and one just down the road rather than the other side of Cornwall.

"it is obvious from underneath position

that the surface looks different

from that at ground level"

 

drawing in diorama vision

Drager Meurtant at Museum Ludwig, March 23, 2022

n the dark nighttime streets, Hayden, a librarian turned elegant vigilante, steps in to protect a helpless young man from thugs, displaying his sharp intellect and physical prowess. After driving away the attackers, he watches with satisfaction as the youth safely departs before fading into the night, ready to continue safeguarding his city.

 

The style card and credits here

 

In collaboration with:

LACONIC/WIYOT TATTOO @ IN MAIN STORE

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JEYS-VISION V-BLACK CAR GROUP GIFT

 

Locked in the dark and narrow cage we have built for ourselves, which we mistake for the entirety of the universe, few of us can even imagine that another dimension of reality exists.

Sogyal Rinpotché

 

╰┈➤Black Paper - Another

Dettaglio cantiere. Building site detail. Via Ruggi. Bologna 2019

Milano - 25/09/2016

 

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Canon 7D Mark II + EF24-105mm f/4L IS USM

 

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Soundtrack

Reality is wrong

Dreams are for real

Tupac Shakur

This farm is a little ways down the road from us - actually, I took this last December, but it looks EXACTLY the same right now . . . . . . . . . (sigh) . . . . . . .

Another beauty from the Bellevue Botanical Gardens.

Almost SOOC. Full frame, uncropped. Almost looks fake.

Red dahlia.

 

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Another photo of one of the three curvaceous staircases at Damian Hirst's Newport Street Gallery in South London.

Upstairs real and below reflection

🎵

 

Met you by surprise

I didn't realize

That my life would change for ever

Saw you standing there

I didn't know I'd care

There was something special in the air

Dreams are my reality

The only kind of real fantasy

Illusions are a common thing

I try to live in dreams

It seems as if it's meant to be

Dreams are my reality

A different kind of reality

I dream of loving in the night

And loving seems all right

Although it's only fantasy

If you do exist

Honey, don't resist

Show me your new way of loving

Tell me that it's true

Show me what to do

I feel something special about you

Dreams are my reality

The only kind of reality

Maybe my foolishness is past

And maybe now at last

I'll see how the real thing can be

Dreams are my reality

A wondrous world where I like to be

I dream of holding you all night

And holding you seems right

Perhaps that's my reality

Met you by surprise

I didn't realize

That my life would change for ever

Tell me that it's true

Feelings that are new

I feel something special about you

Dreams are my reality

A wondrous world where I like to be

Illusions are a common thing

I try to live in dreams

Although it's only fantasy

Dreams are my reality

I like to dream of you

Close to me

I dream of loving in the night

And loving you seems right

Perhaps that's my reality

In the magical realm of advertising, everyone wakes up looking flawless, families never argue, and a single cup of herbal tea can solve all of life’s existential crises.

 

Meanwhile, back in reality, the rest of us are just trying to remember where we left our keys and why the washing machine is making that ominous rattling noise.

 

OK, tell me again how buying that "one" moisturiser will transform my entire existence, and that lottery ticket is bound to win.

  

life in the real world - Wellington, Somerset, UK.

 

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