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From something bad... these cookies were proof positive that sugar and peanut butter (not to mention the addition of chocolate candy!) can make even the grossest protein powder mixes palatable!
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"It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.
You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?
And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Bob Dylan, Bringing It All Back Home
*the movie was shot in the exotic locations of London Victoria Station, Luton Airport, Croydon and the virtual India of Benedikt Taschen books.
We always want to seize something when the moments come.
But what on earth do we grab?
We want time to stop, fame to stay around us, or maybe, we just hope someone we love would never let go.
However, when it all comes to the end, all we can touch is vacancy.
塵埃落定，世上壹切不過如此虛無缥缈。
Why not celebrate a client that is bold enough to let the designers create something original. As for whether or not a fuscia building is appropriate I say why not!
By the way, I do have no connection to Umbra.
I love sunflowers. The yellow leaves against a Colorado blue sky is my favorite image. But, I tried something a little different here...
We ended up having a random snow day and it was great on one hand because I got a couple hours more sleep. On the other hand, I shoveled two feet of snow (one foot in the front yard and another foot off the deck in back) and now I'm sore.
Ose thinks all this is silly. She would probably create something to do her shoveling or maybe even just change the weather patterns entirely. Unfortunately, I'm just too human for such things.
Ose; Delf IF
Sometimes you need to look up......I wonder how many tourists noticed the broken sign.... being Swiss I noticed the missing letter right away.
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Ab und zu muss mal mal hoch schauen... Wieviele Turisten haben wohl bemerkt dass da ein Buchstabe fehlt..... Als Schweizerin ist mir das natürlich sofort aufgefallen.
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I thought I would post something a little different, once again from my normal grand landscape or architectural shots. This is a shot from two weeks ago when I visited Mount Rainier National Park for sunrise and it was very foggy. Fog will cause a landscape photographer, such as me, to put on their creative composition hat! I had to shoot more intimate scenes that morning so that I would not go away empty handed. That morning also allowed me to shoot only my second ever wildlife shot, here: www.flickr.com/photos/fresnatic/7854677454/
This particular morning I played around with mt lenses, depth of field and creative flower compositions. Oh yeah,m I have a ton more, but will not upload them all here. I might just create a Flower gallery on my website for people to look at. Most everyone who follows my photo stream, and there are many of you very generous people out there, expect to see landscapes or shots of Seattle processed as an HDR.
This is a simple single RAW file processed in Camera Raw. Just a little sharpening in Lightroom and that is all!
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Today's piece is something of a first (well, for us at least) and I'm proud to present our first double sided picture. It's on a 60 x 40cm wood panel and features laser engraving, stencils, spraypaint, paint pens, acrylic paint and laser cutouts. If that's not enough I even managed to come up with my own patented industrial-looking hanging contraption from the hardware shop so it can be easily flipped to give your walls a new lease of life. Drop us a line if you're interested.
One side features an austere looking lady robot with the words 'Morrigun combat unit v1.7' engraved on her metallic skin and the crow insignia of the Death's Head battalion on her forehead. She doesn't look entirely pleased to see you. All this under the legend 'We can see beauty in robots but it remains to be seen whether they will be able to see beauty in us'. I've got to admit it doesn't look good for humanity. I, for one, welcome our new robotic overlords...
The other side was inspired by the Massive Attack song 'Safe from harm' and features a man with lilac hair and eyebrows and his not-so-subtle stare which he's been flashing at a certain somebody for a good while now across the crowded dancefloor. He's giving it his best to re-enact the bit of the song summarised in the line 'I was lookin' back to see if you were lookin' back at me to see me lookin' back at you' which is handily engraved into the side of the piece just to clarify issues.
I really enjoyed making this so there'll hopefully be more to come in the way of 2 sided pictures...
Cheers
id-iom
For some reasons, orange/reddish pants for men are quite common in Genova.
I was born and raised there but you might have to shoot me before I wear them :>
Anto, se leggi, li hai ancora tu? :>
The Jesus and Mary Chain - Something's wrong
Once again, I get to experience something new in Montreal. Saturday night had a lot of activities around Montreal going all night...they kept places open late, promoted art, photography, food, everything.
I went to check out something at the Biodome. It's essentially lots of different climate controlled environments, with wildlife hanging out all around you.
Example 1: some dude freaked out because a bat (not the wooden kind) hit him in the head.
Example 2: Porcupines...chilling out.
Example 3: Big ass parrots, in the trees.
Example 4: Penguins! Lots of penguins!
Check out other events from Nuit Blanche here... (http://www.montrealenlumiere.com/accueil_en.aspx)
The lights in the photo are from a display towards the exit of the biodome. I know how much you all like bokeh. Enjoy.
Lately I've been trying out other forms & styles of photography that, in the past I have always appreciated but never have I tried them personally. The one that really stuck out to me was photography of the human body. Something about it gave me this feeling that I was really creating something and it was very unusual and almost eerie in a sense. In the near future I'd love to photograph other people but It's sometimes difficult to find others that are willing to model for this type of photography; for the time being I guess I'll just keep practicing with self portraits.
Canon 60D
Canon EF 40mm f/2.8
Lighting From A Target Lamp & My Window
something called INSPIRATION. I've been lacking in that department lately.. I'm thinking about switching it up, doing something different. Do more film work..
A marmot pup badgers mother for something? Was fun to watch. The pup was persistent, but she wouldn't give in. Reminded me of similar human situations....
Thanks for looking. Have a great Monday!
Some info on these great little entertainers:
"The hoary marmot (Marmota caligata) is a species of marmot that inhabits the mountains of northwest North America. Hoary marmots live near the tree line on slopes with grasses and forbs to eat and rocky areas for cover. It is the largest North American ground squirrel and is often nicknamed "the whistler" for its high-pitched warning issued to alert other members of the colony to possible danger. The animals are sometimes called "whistle pigs." Whistler, British Columbia, originally London Mountain because of its heavy fogs and rain, was renamed for these animals to help make it more marketable as a resort.
The "hoary" in their name refers to the silver-grey fur on their shoulders and upper back; the remainder of the upper parts are mainly covered in reddish brown fur. The underparts are greyish. They have a white patch on the muzzle and black feet and lower legs.
These animals hibernate 7 to 8 months a year in burrows that they excavate in the soil, often among or under boulders. Mating occurs after hibernation and 2 to 4 young are born in the spring. Males establish "harems," but may also visit females in other territories. Predators include golden eagles; grizzly and black bears; and wolves. Adult hoary marmots range between 17.6 to 22 lbs in weight and average 19.69 inches in length. In areas frequented by people, hoary marmots are not shy. Rather than running away at first sight, they will often go about their business while being watched." Thanks Wikipedia.
I am disappointingly behind on odc.. not a good thing. This little fish wonders what's going' on!
odc-Something fishy.
THE WATTS TOWERS
"The Watts Towers, consisting of seventeen major sculptures constructed of structural steel and covered with mortar, are the work of one man - Simon Rodia. Rodia, born Sabato Rodia in Ribottoli, Italy in 1879, was known by a variety of names including Don Simon, Simon Rodilla, Sam and Simon. Although his neighbors in Watts knew him as "Sam Rodilla", the official name of his work is "the Watts Towers of Simon Rodia".
Rodia's older brother immigrated to the United States in 1895 and settled in Pennsylvania where he worked in the coal mines. Rodia followed his brother a few years later. Little is known about his early life in the United States except that he moved to the west coast and found work in rock quarries and logging and railroad camps as a construction worker.
In 1921, Rodia purchased the triangular-shaped lot at 1761-1765 107th Street in Los Angeles and began to construct his masterpiece, which he called "Nuestro Pueblo" (meaning "our town"). For 34 years, Rodia worked single-handedly to build his towers without benefit of machine equipment, scaffolding, bolts, rivets, welds or drawing board designs. Besides his own ingenuity, he used simple tools, pipe fitter pliers and a window-washer's belt and buckle.
Construction worker by day and artist by night, Rodia adorned his towers with a diverse mosaic of broken glass, sea shells, generic pottery and tile, a rare piece of 19th-century, hand painted Canton ware and many pieces of 20th-century American ceramics. Rodia once said, "I had it in mind to do something big and I did it." The tallest of his towers stands 99½ feet and contains the longest slender reinforced concrete column in the world. The monument also features a gazebo with a circular bench, three bird baths, a center column and a spire reaching a height of 38 feet. Rodia's "ship of Marco Polo" has a spire of 28 feet, and the 140-foot long "south wall" is decorated extensively with tiles, sea shells, pottery, glass and hand-drawn designs.
In 1955, when Rodia was approaching 75, he deeded his property to a neighbor and retired to Martinez, California to be near his family. A fire ruined Rodia's little house in 1956. Within a few years the Department of Building and Safety ordered the property demolished. A group of concerned citizens, calling themselves "The Committee for Simon Rodia's Towers in Watts", fought successfully to save the Towers by collecting signatures and money and devising an engineering test in 1959 that proved the Towers' strength and safety.
In 1975, the committee, which had persevered the unique work of art for 16 years, gave the 'Towers and adjoining Arts Center building to the City of Los Angeles for operation and maintenance. In 1978, the Towers were deeded to the State, which undertook extensive restoration of the three main towers. . In 1985, continuing restoration responsibilities were given to the City of Los Angeles Cultural Affairs Department and currently both the Towers and the Watts Towers Arts Center are under the operation of the Cultural Affairs Department.
While the Towers fall into no strict art category, international authorities and the general public alike have lauded them as a unique monument to the human spirit and the persistence of a singular vision. The Watts Towers, listed on the National Register of Historic Places are a National Historic Landmark, a State of California Historic Park and Historic-Cultural Monument No. 15, as designated by the City of Los Angeles Cultural Heritage Commission."
www.wattstowers.us/history.htm
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Went for an early morning walk with my son and it looks like they're making a retaining wall against the Bluffs. Which means we should be able to walk further east along the bottom.
I wasn't going to upload these self portraits, originally, cause when I reviewed them later - I was shocked to see that they revealed something quite private about me. Like I was letting some parts of my indecision, the moments I waver before the crests & leaps of life, the parts of myself that are dark and gloomy and unlikeable be visible to my camera. I didn't expect those things to translate so clearly into the images and I felt so vulnerable about sharing them.
But I took some time and now I feel more objectively excited about the images, and if I find them embarrassing I can always delete them later.
Thanks for reading.
I was stronger when you held me
And I was braver when you would tell me
You couldn't wait to see the man I would become
Now at the table, an empty setting
And I remember without regretting
And I hope you see the man I have become
Boxes in the basement
Old dusty memories
But there's something 'bout you lately
That's close to me
I wear the jacket that you once gave me
And I walk the places you used to take me
And I remember that I'm the man you love
You've gone before me
And it's hard for me to see
There's something 'bout you lately
Oh something 'bout you lately
There's something 'bout you lately
That's close to me
♪ ... Peter Bradley Adams