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Reenactors portraying U.S. troops during a World War II reenactment last autumn in Rockford, Illinois
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Derwent Water, Keswick, Lake District
I haven’t done any serious photography since the STS course in Skye way back last February. Coupled with the pandemic and all the lockdowns and restrictions, new images have been sparse on my stream.
I’d seen a few images of Borrowdale Mill on Flickr recently and thought I’d like to have a crack at that one day. Funnily enough, the location came up in conversation on one of our many WhatsApp groups between Muddy Boots UK and the Wigan Magician - Pete Rowbottom. So, I gate crashed the trip and invited myself along... well, why not, after all the motto of the STS is Who Dares Shoots!
First stop was Keswick, where we met up with new recruit and potential STS member Mike Tonge... a.k.a. "The Caddy". First location of the day... Derwent Water.
Copilot's take:
**The Pawn's Gambit**
In the heart of the Chess Kingdom, nestled between towering rooks and elegant bishops, stood the prestigious Chess Academy – a place where the fate of the kingdom's battles was decided not by swords and shields, but by the strategic maneuvering of pieces on a checkered battlefield.
On a crisp morning, the newest recruits to the Academy gathered nervously in the courtyard, their polished wooden forms gleaming in the sunlight. Among them were the pawns – humble foot soldiers, eager to prove themselves on the battlefield of the mind.
Leading the recruits was Sergeant Rook, a seasoned veteran whose stoic demeanor belied his years of experience. With a thunderous voice that echoed across the courtyard, he addressed the assembled pieces.
"Welcome, recruits, to the Chess Academy," he boomed. "Here, you will undergo the most rigorous training to become the finest warriors the kingdom has ever seen. You will learn to think not as individuals but as a unified force, each piece playing its part in the grand strategy of the game."
The pawns exchanged nervous glances, their determination outweighing their apprehension. They knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but they were ready to face it head-on.
For days on end, they immersed themselves in training, learning the intricacies of movement and the art of capturing opponents. They practiced formations, honed their defensive skills, and studied the tactics of past battles. But it wasn't just physical training they underwent; it was mental conditioning as well. They learned to anticipate their opponents' moves, to think several steps ahead, and to recognize patterns on the battlefield.
As the weeks passed, the pawns began to transform. No longer were they mere foot soldiers; they were chess warriors, ready to defend their kingdom against any threat. And then came the day of their final test – a simulated battle against the kingdom's most formidable opponents. Across the board, the pieces **stood poised**, their wooden forms charged with purpose.
The bishops angled their moves, seeking to control diagonals and influence the center. The knights leaped in L-shaped bounds, surprising their opponents. The rooks swept across ranks and files, guarding their territory. And the pawns? They advanced cautiously, knowing that their role was crucial – the foundation upon which the entire strategy rested.
The tension in the room was palpable as the battle unfolded. Each move carried consequences, and the pawns felt the weight of responsibility. They remembered Sergeant Rook's words: "Think as a unified force." And so they did. They coordinated attacks, sacrificed themselves for greater gains, and protected their comrades.
In the end, victory was not assured, but the pawns fought valiantly. They held their ground, pushed forward, and even promoted to queens – a transformation that symbolized their growth from humble foot soldiers to powerful leaders.
As the dust settled and the pieces were returned to their starting positions, the recruits looked around. They had faced adversity, tested their mettle, and emerged stronger. The Chess Academy had forged them into more than warriors; it had shaped them into strategists, thinkers, and guardians of the realm.
And so, in the quiet of the courtyard, the pawns stood tall – not just as pieces on a board, but as symbols of resilience, unity, and the indomitable spirit of the Chess Kingdom.
*Checkmate.*
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One of several recruitment agencies that have stopped operating on Colston Avenue in the last 18 months. This is (unsurprisingly) Red recruitment. One of the nearly 400 shop interiors from my photo project Empty - Through the windows of empty or abandoned businesses, shops & cafes
From the bullhorn advertisement: "Ladies and gentlemen, today marks the seven-year anniversary of the Iraq War. Over 100,000 civilians have been killed in this war. Over 5,000 United States troops have been killed in this war. So what if there were no WMDs? So what if al-Qaeda had no connection Saddam? It's still worth being over there! The war is not over yet and our government needs your child for sacrifice today. And if you join today, you'll receive these great benefits: Free college! Adventure of a lifetime! Job security! These are fantastic benefits, and all of them can be found at the military recruiting station behind us. However, I am required to note that as great as these benefits are, they do not apply to the dead." www.ivaw.org/
Bullhorn guy. Rob Bell would be proud. I volunteer as a marketer for the Army: "Ladies and gentlemen, today marks the seven-year anniversary of the Iraq War. Over 100,000 civilians have been killed in this war. Over 5,000 United States troops have been killed in this war. So what if there were no WMDs? So what if al-Qaeda had no connection Saddam? It's still worth being over there! The war is not over yet and our government needs your child for sacrifice today. And if you join today, you'll receive these great benefits: Free college! Adventure of a lifetime! Job security! These are fantastic benefits, and all of them can be found at the military recruiting station behind us. However, I am required to note that as great as these benefits are, they do not apply to the dead." www.ivaw.org/
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Candid street photography taken at the Scottish Air Show in Ayr, Scotland. A little 'Fun for Friday' in this shot, I loved the juxtaposition of these two older photographers sitting behind the Royal Air Force recruitment sign. Wishing you all a fantastic and creative weekend ahead!
On the island of Celestia, the regular army is recruiting Corlanders to fill the ranks. Will you take the Queen's shilling?
A shamelessly recycled façade for a quick army raising build for Brethren of the Brick Seas on Eurobricks.
Before being hired by Obi Wan and Luke, Han was approached by a Rebel Spy, recruiting skilled pilots to fight the Empire. Naturally, Han refused the offer.
First Glasgow have recently reliveried their last Alexander Dennis Enviro 400MMC in Olympia livery with 33978 - SN65OFT subtlety rebranded into this rather bright advert for Driver recruitment. Departing Buchanan Bus Station for Hamilton on the 267.
"Michelin boy, you are too pat to join the clone army, because we do not have any armor of your size."
Our hotel, The Stafford London, has a wine cellar that doubled as an air-raid shelter during World War II. Besides all the bottles of wine, there are a number of displays and a lot of memorabilia from the war.
¡Namaste a los nuevos miembros!
[Video] Problemas en Dharmaville www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxFmnvsuDT8
[Video] Gunfight in Dharmaville www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxFmnvsuDT8
Taken at Concordia University on behalf of Pearson Education. Event sponsored by the Minnesota Alliance for Youth.
Polizeipräsidium Frankfurt, Adickesallee
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"Do you want to be in my band?"
"What sort of music do you play?"
"Nothing yet, but when we decide it will be good music."
"Sounds good to me."
"Do you want to be in my band?"
"What sort of music do you play?"
"Nothing yet, but when we decide it will be good music."
"Sounds good to me."
This is a shot from the ECE Department's job recruiting dinner from this year. Lots of students and company recruiters trying to find each other.
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Are you light on your toes, ready to zip through the forest and take enemies by surprise? Are you smart and whimsical, creative and clever? Do you have what it takes to ride a Unicorn Bomber, tackle the difficulties of communicating in Faery-speech (fairies only talk in words of one syllable, in case you didn't know, and they capitalize everything that seems important), or flit through the undergrowth helping wounded Faeries while wearing a pink tutu?
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Recruiting them young at Vintage Stony. I think all laddo wants to do is to fire that gun! There were plenty of targets in a crowded Market Square…
'Where did our counterparts go?' Labneh asked.
I was still wondering if that was all a dream, but the others saw the cloud too so it had to be real. Just how could there be two different histories, with two different versions of us exploring these woods?
'I think they went up that path back there, and we're heading down this one,' said Pistachio. 'Two different paths, but now we're taking both the same time.'
'Oh,' I said. It didn't make sense either.
'Think of it as two teams on an adventure. Don't think of them as versions of us from an alternate reality,' Pistachio added.
'Okay, so we're part of the same group and just split up to cover a wider area.'
'Yeah, something like that.'
Cumin tugged my paw, gesturing to the sloping banks of the hill. The path our counterparts took led them to a region we had never explored before. I always thought it was brambles and a fence up there, with no way of getting through.
'Maybe that way is different in their universe. Maybe the woods look different,' I said. 'But really they're just exploring a different part of the forest.'
'One thing I don't get though,' Cashew interrupted. 'In their world, Henry Tudor didn't become king after Bosworth Field. Which means he did not marry Elizabeth of York and have seven children named Arthur, Margaret, Henry, Elizabeth, Mary, Edmund and Katherine. Arthur died when he was fifteen, so Henry became the crown prince. He was Henry the Eighth. Margaret later became Queen of Scotland after marrying James the Fourth.'
'So no Mary Queen of Scots either,' Pistachio said.
'And that's not all. Didn't Christopher Columbus ask Henry Tudor to sponsor his expedition across the Atlantic and Henry turned him down? That's why Columbus asked the Spanish. If there's a different king and queen, maybe they say yes and Christopher Columbus sails from an English or Welsh port. Imagine where they'd land. Imagine how different things will be in the Americas. Britain would make first contact, not Spain,' Cashew went on. 'And what about Australia and India and the British Empire? What happens there?'
Pistachio interrupted him with a deep chuckle. 'I see you've been thinking about this a lot,' he said.
'So have you,' Cashew retorted.
It was beginning to make my head hurt. History was always something solid and unchanging. Something we learned in school. But now it was like the whole world had been turned upside down. No, not the whole world, an entire universe of universes and someone had come along and shaken it all up for a big hilarious prank.
Only I wasn't laughing. Something about this felt serious. Myrddin's voice was so grave, but there was a hint of mischief too. I didn't want to find out what might happen if we failed.
'So, what might Henry Tudor do to stop him becoming king?' I said.
'Apart from the obvious getting himself killed at Bosworth?' said Cashew. 'I don't know. He's not the kind of guy to just give up and go back to Pembroke and live a quiet life tending a garden.'
'Something must have happened to cause him to lose the battle,' said Labneh.
'That's what I think too,' Pistachio said.
Just then the shimmering cloud appeared and I heard our counterparts talking about their history.
'Hello, can you hear us?' said Hazel through the cloud.
'Yes,' I said.
'That's weird. Two Falafels,' said Cashew's counterpart.
The others looked unnerved too, hearing their other selves speak through the cloud. But I pursed my snout and pretended it was all perfectly normal.
'Do you know what Henry Tudor did when he stayed in Aberystwyth?' Hazel asked. 'It's just we don't know much about him. In our history, he's a rebel warlord that everyone prefers to forget. If he became king we wouldn't have the de la Poles and their union with the Howards. Aberystwyth Castle wouldn't be preserved. Christopher Columbus might not set sail from Bristol and land in Newfoundland. Did he sail south along the coast from there? His second expedition took him to the Potomac and Anacostia rivers where he met the Piscataway people. Potomac City has become a thriving hub for artists nowadays.'
'Does Gwladfa exist in your universe? William Penn became the first president of Gwladfa,' said their Cashew. 'And what about Mexico? Is it still the global superpower like the Middle East Economic Union?'
'Wait, what what what?' Pistachio gabbled. 'This is getting too much. Our worlds are so different.'
'I know about William Penn. Pennsylvania was named after him. It means, Penn's Woods. He tried to encourage Welsh people to settle there,' said Cashew.
'I like the name Pennsylvania. It sounds like Transylvania,' said their Cashew with a chuckle. 'Does that mean their Pennsylvania is full of Welsh vampires?'
Both Cashews laughed.
'Anyway,' I said, trying to get us back to the question. 'You want to know about Henry Tudor's visit to Aberystwyth?' I turned and looked at the others. 'Anyone know?'
'I do know a little bit from when we visited the university that time,' said Cumin. 'Henry Tudor had a big camping holiday, but he only stayed in Aberystwyth for one or two days on August the tenth.'
'Yes, that's right. He traveled through Wales to gather recruits for his army. He must have recruited a lot of people from Aberystwyth and Machynlleth,' said Pistachio.
'Okay, but do you know where in Aberystwyth he went? Did he have alone time or visit the woods?' asked Hazel. She paused. 'Pistachio, it's great to hear you outside. So you didn't hurt your paw by stepping on a thorn?'
'No, no thorns in these paws,' Pistachio held up his paws proudly.
'He really hurt himself. His paw's been giving him balagan, apparently,' said their version of me.
Labneh tugged my paw again, gesturing to the views over Aberystwyth down the hill behind us. 'What if Henry Tudor hurt himself in their universe but not in ours?' she whispered.
Our counterparts overheard. 'Yes, I think you might be right,' said Hazel.
'The question is, how?' Pistachio twitched his whiskers in ponder.
Snuggles from Falafel, Labneh, Cashew and Cumin.
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This was the first time I got to represent my service as myself. What better way to do it than at a conference trying to recruit LGBTQ STEM nerds to be Air Force Civilians?
High quality samples. Final version. Plan to be resin casted.
For those who have ordered before today, you will be receiving casted versions of the IV before the release date, just to let you know
Prompt: create an ultra-realistic digital fine art painting that preserves all existing subjects, proportions, wardrobe, snow, forest setting, soft diffused winter lighting, and the calm interaction between Santa Claus in a red coat and the young deer. Maintain the same composition, eye-level angle, soft snowfall, misty atmospheric depth, and muted cool-tone palette. Enhance overall detail, texture, and realism while keeping likeness, clothing, environment, and framing unchanged. Render with refined brush-stroke texture, crisp micro-details on fur, fabric, and snow crystals, and natural light falloff matching the Base. Avoid adding or removing any elements, props, people, text, or logos.
This digital fine art was created using OpenAI Sora AI and Photoshop
Seen at the Sandyhills Terminus in Shettleston is First Glasgow Alexander Dennis Enviro 400EV City bodied BYD electric double decker 38450 - LG72DYT in an overall advert for Driver Recruitment.
~Somewhere in the Northwest Territories, Canada
".....can I help you? You look like you're lost."
"More than you know, Slade."
"And you are who, exactly?"
"C'mon Slade, even without that armor I'm not that hard to recognize."
"I've ran into plenty of big guys in armor. You think you're something special?"
"Well, we did fight alongside eachother for a short time in Gotham. Remember Christopher Cain? Or as you probably remember him...$35 million payday?"
"And just what is the infamous Bloodfall doing on my hunting trail? More importantly, how did you find my hunting trail?"
"Your butler is a pretty chill guy. Told me where to look for you."
"Of course he did. Dammit, Billy...."
"Nice place you chose to hideout in, Fresh air, great scenery, nobody for miles to piss you off. Just you and nature. Gotta get boring though, doesn't it?"
"It has it's days. Why are you here?"
"To bring back some excitement in your life. God knows you could use it."
"Thanks but no thanks. I still hate myself for the last time I put some 'excitement' into my life. I'm taking a break from those days."
"Nothing wrong with that, but if I do remember, I did give you about $4 million a while ago."
"So what, you think I owe you?"
"Well, kinda."
"I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I was trailing an elk and I've lost a ton of ground talking to you."
"I've got something better than bambi, Slade."
"Oh?"
"Take a look."
"Was gonna ask about that crate. You seriously dragged it all the way up here?"
"Worth the effort, trust me...."
*CCRCCK*
"...Guns and a blade. It's cute, really, but I already have plenty of these."
"These are different, and a helluva lot better than what you have."
"I doubt that. My resources are second to none."
"And yet when we met, I noticed something. Anytime you weren't looking at something you were shooting, you were looking at me. My armor. And my blade. Especially my blade. I know envy when I see it, Slade."
"I did say I liked your armor, that's true. And I won't lie, that sword of yours was....interesting. Mine was reinforced titanium and yours sliced through it like butter."
"And that blade right there will do just the same."
"So this sword is basically your sword? Cuts through even the hardest metals?"
"Yes and yes. And those SMGs?....I really don't know shit about them, except that they're currently lighter and more powerful than anything available now."
"As much as I like what I see, new toys won't be convincing enough."
"Well, what if I told you there was something bigger going on?"
"It'd explain why you've gone so far to meet me face to face."
"Those terrorists Chris Cain was selling to? The guys with the claws?"
"Kinyetz. I've since been informed. People say I'm scum...."
"Not a fan huh? How would you like to tell him yourself?"
"I thought you killed him?"
"Me too. Turns out he's alive and hiding put in a country called Wymarcie."
"Wymarcie? Why there?"
"I don't know. All I know is he's hiding there with an army and I gotta deal with it."
"Not for long. I'll go."
"Huh, that suddenly got easy."
"You don't understand. The people over there....I owe them."