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Whoa. A lot of realization has happened in the past day or so. Some of my close friends and I were talking about Instagram, Flick, etc. and it was brought up how negatively I use them with all my rantings and such. As much as I'd like to deny it, I have to agree. It seems as if I'm never happy, so I owe all you guys a big apology. I'm still not as satisfied with my work, along with this photo, but instead go whining about it, I need to evaluate what I'm doing wrong and fix it next time. For example, this picture has a wacky composition. The angle I shot at is way off. What I'm getting at is I now know the steps I need to take in order to improve and get the quality shot I'm hoping for.
Also, sorry for a late post. As soon as I came home from shooting I took a nap and didn't wake up till 9 pm.
Realization broke into a grin on the soldier's face. "Really? Then I am really, really happy for you. This day has been a long time coming. And I bet you've also been holding in that 'late' line for a while."
Liza grinned as well, the euphoria of her completed task bubbling through her tranquil mood and coming out with a laugh.
"You have no idea how hard it was to get this assignment before I leave. Eventually I persuaded Gikhor that we could celebrate the royal wedding by freeing Mythron of a corrupt politician and the Organization of rogue debtor at the same time."
Sven nodded. "Well, if you can tell the story as we walk, Dame Assassin, the Krak lies waiting for the morning tide to take you to Consord, and my cabin is a more comfortable place to spend the night than any tavern in this port. Shall we?"
"We shall."
Taking Sven's arm and beginning a recap of her day's adventures, Liza continued on through the celebrating city.
The sudden cut of loss and realization is painfully sharp.
Acceptance and understanding is elusive; the suffering deeper still.
Late Sunday afternoon I went to Seymour Mountain. On each anniversary of my accident, I try to visit and go for a walk. After just missing sunset at the parking lot I took my headlamp and camera gear for a hike to Dog Mountain. Not much snow but plenty of quiet time to revisit my fall, 7 years ago now.
January 17, 2007
Simon and I went for a snowshoe hike around the east side of Seymour and went up Runner Peak. During the traverse back, about 1/2 hour from the ski runs, I fell. A long way. 600 feet below I ended up at Theta Lake. My backpack & coat ripped from my body, never to be found again. One boot and snowshoe gone. Broken shoulder, missing teeth and a neck fracture. Blood. Disorientated and cold. Though truth be told, I was very lucky to be in such good condition.
Nearly impossible to hike down but Simon makes it halfway regardless. Relieved to hear me alive, he manages to call for help. Somehow within 40 minutes and moments before dark sets in, a helicopter comes in and drops off 2 men. I clearly remember their headlamps coming towards me. I'm pretty sure I was mumbling and yelling, wondering why the helicopter had gone away. One of them told me to shut up. I had just met Tim Jones.
It took about an hour to reach the viewpoint at the end of the trail. Most of the fog below had disappeared so I sat down and decided to wait for a bit. Maybe the colder night air would bring the low cloud cover back. Besides, just sitting there gave me a chance to look up at the stars and check things out in my head.
January 18, 2007
Tim & Gord had wrapped me up within a heated blanket. They kept me alive. I think Tim's outer layer was a garbage bag with arm holes cut in it. How they had kept warm overnight I have no idea. I didn't know it at the time but Tim has been involved in over 1,500 rescues during his time with NSR since 1987. I couldn't have been in better hands.
SAR personnel had mobilized and were sent in to assist. The first group of 5 made it in before the worsening weather and terrible snow conditions forced everyone else to turn back for their own safety. Thank you Jeff, Bruce, Doug, John & Rollie. We were badly in need of help. The snow continued to fall. At one point a loud rumble headed down towards us, stopping within throwing distance. Unable to see what had happened I asked what was that. Tim replied, "Mother Nature". That avalanche forced the group to move base camp. They dug a snow cave and put me inside. I spent the next 14 hours within the hole. There was no getting home today. They all suffered worse than me I'm sure.
After realizing that only a few lingering clouds would make their way back over the city, I took this photo and packed up. No one else was out here. I headed back just before 7pm. When I passed First Lake I was surprised to hear what sounded like people above. Seemed unusual to me. Later along the trail I bumped into 3 paramedics who were on their way to help with a cardiac arrest near Dinky Peak. I gave them a hand carrying some of their heavy gear. I thought about asking if Tim was up here, as I hadn't seen him in a while, but it seemed inappropriate as they were on an emergency call so it never came up. [Tim Jones is an advanced life-support paramedic and paramedic-in-charge for the B.C. Ambulance Service in North Vancouver] On the way, they were told via radio, that another group were bringing the subject down the mountain. So we returned to the parking lot, where I left them and all the other many rescue personnel.
January 19, 2007
There was talk of a insane 10+ hour rope rescue to lift me out of this bowl if the deep clouds continued to prevent an air rescue. But finally a small opening appeared in the afternoon, and a helicopter popped in. They basically tossed me in while it hovered just above the frozen lake. Inside the helicopter and on the way to the hospital, I was laying down on the legs of Curtis Jones, Tim's son.
I simply would not have survived had his father not risked his life to rescue me. Words cannot not express the gratitude my family continues to feel towards him. I don't recall ever hearing Tim or any of the others complaining, even though none of them could have been comfortable. These volunteers are heroes in my books.
After giving a Mexican hitchhiker a ride down the mountain I received a shocking text telling me who had died on Seymour that night. The facts all tumbled into place. Tears began to fall. And the local outdoor community was devastated. Tim Jones had passed away from a heart attack.
Tim had an amazing spirit and strength. Determined and passionate. He was a larger-than-life leader of North Shore Rescue. I know he will be missed deeply by his team, friends & co-workers.
My deepest condolences to his family. I can't imagine the grief you must be feeling right now.
So. I came to a realization today that my build wasn't going to work in SL as it is now. The physics were just too taxing on the sim. So, it's gone into my inventory until Havok 4 and perhaps mono are released on the main grid, that's where it will live. Until then, I'm working on something fun, and imaginative... and it all starts with this one, lonely, pink tree.
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I was at a stop light when I saw this guy next to me with this beret, just when I was taking the picture he turned around, so now it looks like it was a planned shot!
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“It turns out we were some people
which has been chosen by God to be happy in a different way
# beggars”
― ys sroyer
I was walking down the Mirpur - Gabtoli Road, Dhaka with some of my friends as i was going to capture photos of a client. While crossing the road of Asad Gate, this old man drawn my attention, sitting beside the road, looking at endless running of the life's.
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Casa Zapata Museum
Casa Zapata is a beautiful complex residence, whose realization was ordered by the Zapata noble family as from the end of the XVI century. Family’s members arrived in Sardinia in 1323 together with the infant Alfonso to conquer it and in 1541 they bought the Barony of Las Plassas, Barumini and Villanovafranca, becoming landlords and then barons of these lands until the abolition of the feudalism. Among the various buildings being part of this residence stand out: a beautiful building with an elegant garden, built between the late sixteenth and early seventeenth century to become the feudal lord house and Baronial Home, and two other bodies pertaining to agricultural buildings, accomplished since the early 1900s, used as storehouses, stables and farmer’s house overlooking a large open court that allowed the free movement of people, goods and animals. In front of “Casa Zapata” is located the Parish Church entitled to the Blessed Immaculate Virgin Mary, whose construction was probably commissioned by the same noble Aragon family.
Today the Spanish residence is the seat of the so-called “Casa Zapata” Museum organized into three sections.
Polo museale casa zapata
“Casa Zapata” è una meravigliosa e complessa residenza fatta erigere dall’antica e nobile famiglia aragonese degli Zapata a partire dalla fine del XVI secolo. I membri di questa famiglia giunsero in Sardegna nel 1323 al seguito dell’Infante Alfonso che si preparava alla conquista dell’isola, si stabilirono, quindi, a Cagliari (una delle Città Reali) e nel 1541 acquistarono la Baronia di Las Plassas, Barumini e Villanovafranca, divenendone signori e poi baroni, e arrivando ad amministrarla fino alla soppressione del regime feudale. Tra i diversi edifici che costituiscono la residenza si distinguono: uno splendido palazzo, con elegante giardino annesso, realizzato tra la fine del XVI e gli inizi del XVII secolo per divenire Sede Baronale e dimora del feudatario, e altri due corpi murari di pertinenza agricola, realizzati a partire dai primi anni del 1900, utilizzati come magazzini, stalle e casa del fattore aperti su una grande corte che consentiva il libero movimento di uomini, merci e animali. Innanzi a “Casa Zapata” è ubicata la Parrocchia della Beata Vergine Immacolata, la cui costruzione fu probabilmente commissionata dalla stessa nobile famiglia aragonese.
Oggi la residenza spagnola è sede del cosiddetto Polo Museale “Casa Zapata” organizzato in tre sezioni.
fondazionebarumini.it
after years, I've come to the realization that no picture can paint a thousand words. not with everything there is. with the emotion, the atmosphere, the feeling ... and I guess that will never change.
so today was the day. I don't know why this feeling already crept into my head and what to think about that. after just a week, I felt empty. not in the sense of having no inspiration, not in the sense of close to giving up; I was convinced this was not the end yet, but with this day, with this time, I did not know what to do. I felt as if all the ideas I've had had this morning where suddenly wiped out right after I came home from school. and I just didn't know what to do about it. I just decided to do what I have to do and as I was done with baking something for school tomorrow, I suddenly realized; you can't carry on like this. you've got to rip yourself together and just focus on your inside and what is there.
and I think it somehow helped. I don't know why, but I am so happy about how this turned out. How it is nothing like any of my other work and there is barely any depth of field ... I shall try out more different things like this. It's way to appealing.
(day nine)
The Skyrim Nord Funko Pop meets Samurai Boba Fett action figure and they start talking about their adventures.
As they share their epic deed the Nord says:
“I used to be a figure like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.”
Boba knows it is impossible the Funko Pop was ever a figure like him but he enjoyed many hours playing Skyrim and so he gives the Nord his little moment of glory.
The Funko Pop’s line is a reference to The Elder Scrolls Skyrim Fantasy role play video game :)
If you played the game you already know what I mean, if you didn’t play it I’ll quickly explain the reference :)
In the game there a catchphrase frequently spoken by cities and villages guards when the player character walks near them that says:
“I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.”
The catchphrase became so famous it went beyond the video game community. It’s probable you have heard of it even if you never played the game. I remember it was once even quoted in an episode of NCIS Tv series, for example :)
The Funko Pop is not actually a Nord from Skyrim video game but from the multiplayer The Elder Scrolls online game. However I spent so many hours playing Skyrim I wanted to make this photo a little tribute to the game :)
Samurai Boba Fett is the amazing Ronin Boba Fett action figure made by Bandai for their Tamashii Nations Movie Realization line.
I have to say I was quite surprised when I got that Funko Pop Nord. I expected it to be like all the other Funko figures I got, namely with the “pop” bubble head, but instead it has a head without any “popping” sound but that can rotate.
I hope you like this photo :)
Watch out for arrows, protect your knees and May the Force be with You :)
Sometimes, the realization of our dreams unfolds in ways we never anticipated. This is keenly illustrated by an abandoned relic of the Cold War: a former monitoring and broadcasting station for Radio Free Europe/Radio Liberty (RFE/RL), now lost to time.
Formed by the National Committee for a Free Europe (NCFE) and the American Committee for the Liberation of the Peoples of Russia, RFE and Radio Liberty initially had different target audiences but the same goal: to broadcast uncensored news to communist countries. By 1976, both stations were operating out of Munich and eventually merged into one entity.
The photograph you see captures one of the critical technical facilities of RFE/RL, the Monitoring and Broadcasting Station located at Oberschleißheim Airport. From 1953 until its abandonment in 1995, this station was the ears and voice of free Europe. Its mission was both simple and Herculean: to break through the Iron Curtain using state-of-the-art technology.
But as history turned its pages, the winds changed. The Warsaw Pact dissolved in 1989, the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991, and the station's mission seemed fulfilled. Yet the aftermath brought its own challenges. RFE/RL found itself an expensive relic in a changed world. The transition wasn't smooth for everyone. Many employees who specialized in Russian broadcasts found themselves jobless and directionless.
The station was eventually deserted in 1992, and since then, it has been deteriorating, left with no purpose or future.
My own life was profoundly shaped by the fall of the Soviet Union. Growing up in Kiev, I wished for the communist regime to end, not for political reasons, but for a more materialistic future. When the Union did collapse, my family and I found ourselves destitute in the new capitalistic society that emerged. Despite gaining access to a world of material goods, we were left with empty pockets.
This station, like my personal history, stands as a testament to the unpredictability of fulfilled dreams. While its walls may be crumbling, the stories they contain—of geopolitical shifts, of personal tragedies and triumphs—remain as relevant as ever.
Another realization of MultiOutLiners project www.lightpainters.com/archive/lpwa/publication/115/index.htm
Wanna draw with light alike pen on paper? Check link above :)
Background lighting by Nikolay Trebukhin @yo_hoho
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“Mesmerized.
Whisked away by her eloquent gaze;
Her breath caressed my cheek like poetry.
The realization came;
My heart was mine no more;
Stolen as most precious things eventually are.
Left clutching to this feeling;
Much like a child with a lonely past would.
Unthinking.
Frightened not by the whirlwind at our backs,
With your hand in mine we are weightless.
A perpetual feeling has sparked inside,
Running wildly just as the hands on my time piece.
Fiery winds carry away embers of the past;
As trumpets beat within blossoming hearts.
If there is no tomorrow and only temporary affairs will thrive
Then we must run forever to keep this dream alive.
Fleeting.”
--Ryan Closson
This shot was an adventure in itself. I had an idea of what I wanted to capture but I decided I just had to do it near a volcano, and, what do you know I found one. We packed up my camera gear, grabbed a couple sleeping bags and drove on into the night towards Flagstaff, AZ. 5 hours later 11pm came and we were roughly an hour north of Flagstaff essentially in the middle of nowhere trying to find this old dirt road that supposedly will take us to this volcanic crater through google maps. The GPS was fading in and out, there was a storm coming in from the east and it was kind of creepy out with no light to guide us. We traveled down this rough dirt road for a while and submit to our tired bodies and parked the truck throwing our sleeping bags in the bed and tossing a large tarp over us in case rain was to come. After a couple hours of being asleep I woke up to the light of light sprinkling rain drops on the tarp that was draped over our faces, lol but when I looked up I found the most amazing stormy sky I had ever seen! The clouds were dark and gritty, yet opaque in nature and a large moon was shinning bright from behind them, in the foreground I realized that we had made it to our intended destination, I faced three giant silhouettes of these old cinder cone volcanoes! I laid back and watched the moon peak in and out of the hypnotizing clouds above. This was a great moment. A couple more hours later we woke to beat the sun to work, and we did. <3
Prescott, Arizona Photographer
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B)eSketch 2011. Poster design study created for my friend Debbie from Chicago. She always says "Think Outside the Box". Thanks my friend for the inspirational words. B))
limited editon print
info about this print on my blog:
jenniferdavisart.blogspot.com/2010/04/prints.html
"Dark Art"
A group show of limited edition fine art prints by Carles Gomila, Jennifer Davis, Jesse Leroy-Smith, Kevin Earl Tayor, Natalie Shau, Russ Mills, Sylvia Ji, Zoe Lacchei at vidrART in Ciutadella de Menorca, Spain.
Nov 27-Dec 31, 2009.
more info about the show here:
jenniferdavisart.blogspot.com/2009/11/dark-art-group-show...
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
The Butterflies are next.
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Walter C Snyder
23.04.15
Today I had a bit of a realization. Lately I've been feeling a little paniced before I go to work. At first I thought it was because of my new job. But that didn't make sense because I love this job and the people I work with. Today I finally understood that these panic feelings are because of this project. Right now I'm working closing shift so by the time I get off it's already dark. I personally prefer shooting in the evening. And without a vehicle to use during the day I've been limited to locations within walking distance. I personally want to be creating my best, but I don't feel like I have. I'm glad I had most of the day to reflect on this. Now that I understand a bit more of myself right now I think I can find a way to change those feelings up. Even so there is always a reason for me to go shoot, to keep moving forward, I don't let something so silly and trivial get in my way of creating. And hey all of you lovely faces are the biggest push around the corner to keep me going. I really don't say this enough, but thank you. Thank you sooooo much! You might not know how much every single one of you effect my life, and I can't even beging to explain it. And a simple thank you isn't great enough. But it's all I can say right now.
Thank you!
(Also if any one you want to her my nit picky problems with this one keep reading, if not have a great night. Today I spent almost two hours walking in the forest and couldn't even find the right location for this concept. Which is all fine and dandy, I actually love walking in the forest. BUT I WORE THE WORST PANTS FOR IT! I should have worn my blue jean. I just should have :p I wanted a bit of a colder look ya see, and these pants, which out thinking, made it impossible. So instead I made it a lot warmer and happy and it all worked out.)
Night :)
"Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement. For transfiguration, not for the sake of play.”
~Max Beckmann
The Triton Fountain is located in Rome in Piazza Barberini. The realization of the "public ornamentation of the city" was entrusted to Gian Lorenzo Bernini, the favorite artist of the pontifical court of Urban VIII; the Tritone fountain, on the whole, conveys an explicit message of dynastic exaltation of the Barberini family, to whom the Pope belonged: the Bernini designed in 1642-43 for Piazza Barberini one of its most successful fountains, the Triton fountain. The latter contributed to restore the decoration to the area, previously used for the cultivation of the vineyard, being located at the edge of the Strada Felice route; in this way, the area began to be animated by a very lively cultural life, so much so that since then Piazza Barberini (with its "fountain of the Triton sounding", as it began to become known due to the hissing emitted by the gush) became the favorite meeting place for many artists visiting Rome.
The columns and the railings that surround the fountain, creating a narrow area of respect, date back to the nineteenth century, when the square began to be subject to intense vehicular traffic. Between the nineteenth and early twentieth century, in fact, the urban structure of the area was distorted, leading to the construction of several multi-storey building complexes that abruptly broke the balance established between the seventeenth-century buildings, the Tritone and Palazzo Barberini.
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La fontana del Tritone si trova a Roma in piazza Barberini. La realizzazione del «pubblico ornamento della città» venne affidata a Gian Lorenzo Bernini, l'artista preferito dalla corte pontificia di Urbano VIII; la fontana del Tritone, nel complesso, trasmette un esplicito messaggio di esaltazione dinastica della famiglia Barberini, alla quale apparteneva il papa: il Bernini così disegnò nel 1642-43 per piazza Barberini una delle sue fontane di maggior successo, la fontana del Tritone. Quest'ultima contribuì a restituire decoro alla zona, precedentemente adibita alla coltivazione della vigna, essendo collocata ai margini della direttrice della Strada Felice; in questo modo, l'area iniziò a essere animata da una vita culturale assai vivace, tanto che sin da allora piazza Barberini (con la sua «fontana del Tritone sonante», come iniziò a divenire nota per via del sibilo emesso dallo zampillo) divenne il ritrovo preferito di molti artisti in visita a Roma.
Le colonnine e le inferriate che circondano la fontana, creando una stretta zona di rispetto, risalgono al XIX secolo, quando la piazza iniziava ad essere soggetta ad un intenso traffico veicolare. Tra l'Ottocento e i primi decenni del Novecento, infatti, venne stravolto l'assetto urbanistico della zona, portando alla costruzione di diversi complessi edilizi a più piani che spezzarono bruscamente l'equilibrio instauratosi tra gli edifici seicenteschi, il Tritone e palazzo Barberini.
My thanks to Arindam Raha for his primate pic via Pexels. A big banana to aka Tman for his selfie and silliness. All transformations via Juxtaposer and Snapseed apps
"Your own self-realization is the greatest service you can render to the world." -Ramana Maharshi
I was amazed when I got back to edit this photograph to find that of the several variations I took every single one has a duplicate moon! I Googled to research about it and apparently it is a rare phenomena where elements in the atmosphere like temperature, moisture and dust need to be just right for it to occur. It's called a Ghost Moon. Truly divine.
Art house Leidse Rijn Utrecht Netherlands - 2004-2010
Stanley Brouwn - artist - idea
Bertus Mulder - architect - realization
The adventures of Samurai Boba Fett continue...
A planet is facing a terrible zombie infection and the local government hired the best Bounty Hunter to deal with "certain situations".
Accompanied by a unit of the local planetary defense forces he investigates a location of a major zombie infestation (his samurai Mandalorian armor protects him from any contagion, of course).
Suddenly they are attacked by a group of zombies. They quickly dispatch them until a sort of "augmented" zombie enters the scene slaughtering the local militia with ease.
It swings his deadly claws at the Bounty Hunter but before they can hit their target its face meets the barrel of Boba's blaster.
"Farewell, zombie" He says and he presses the trigger disintegrating the zombie's head.
The only survivor of the Planetary Defense Force unit looks at him in shock and awe.
Boba turns to him and calmly says: "I removed the 'un' form undead" and walks away...
Boba Fett is the amazing Bandai Tamashii Nations Movie Realization Ronin Boba Fett action figure. The zombie is Zombie Sabretooth from Marvel Zombies made by Diamond Select.
Samurai Boba Fett will be back soon :)
I hope you like this photo :)
May the Force be with You :)
I as I walked the grounds of The International Headquarters of Self-Realization Fellowship, I came across this lovely spot. I could have spent hours there just sitting and listening to the birds chirping. I had my family with me so of course that did not happen..............lol
Standing in the sun
and as bright as can be...
are the lies that leave a grainy film before our eyes.
Unwilling to assend and become truth realized,
in fear of the devastation that will most definitely arrise.
Where the Land dance mat is a realization of Yves Gendreau. This imposing work of art is installed at the Quays of the Promenade Samuel-De Champlain.
River inspired mats
The work consists of nine rods tricolores more than thirteen feet high, whose top reminiscent of a boat mast. Decorated with vanes, radar reflectors and airspeed, the installation evokes the relationship with the river. Where the Land dance mat is a nod to the navigation and its importance for the destiny of Quebec .
"Rights and planted in the ridges and troughs of the waves of this vast land area which overlooks the river, stands a series of light poles. Same length, they lie in continuing the wave created by the terrain. The beauty of the landscape and traffic on the rise establish dynamic relationships with these objects. Holders of several levels of meaning and possible interpretation, the provision of masts and the arrangement of colors create a sensory experience varies according to different scales of approach. "
Yves Gendreau