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Nikon D90 | Nikon AF 50mm F1.8D | f/1.8 | 1/30s | ISO450 | -0.7 Exp. | Handheld | ACR Post Processing
More memories from Mom's house. These adorable stuffies were gifts from my aunt to my Mom. We are not Irish but her husband was and very proud of it. So she would always send a St. Patrick's Day card and some small gift to my Mom at this time of year. I love the Irish rabbit! And the little teddy bear is a Boyd's Bear, so they are treasures that I continue to enjoy. Good memories of all of them, since they have now all passed.
And Irish poem I found online that says it best...
Those we love don't go away
They walk beside us every day
Unseen, unheard, but always near
Still loved, still missed and very dear.
ANSH109: 1 Irish
What's different about this than all of my other images? Well, it wasn't shot on digital. This is from my first test roll through my newly acquired Leica M6 and Minolta Scanner.
Camera Info:
Leica M6
Zeiss 50mm f/2.0 Planar T* ZM
Minolta DiMage Scan Elite 5400
Don't know what kind of 'flower' this is. I was riding on my bike in a boring grey world, when my eyes caught this red in a tree. If you know what tree/ flower it is; let me know :-)
Can tell you what it is: hazel! thanks to sew fab martha :-)
That's what happened here: something. The remains of the perimeter fence and the role the top end of Unst took on in WWII surveillance suggest a relationship. But there's bits and pieces here too new to belong to that time alone: those fluorescent tubes, floor tiles and a bundle of heavy duty cables.
I don't know what it was and too disinterested in the prattle outside to interrupt and ask for an opinion. Supposedly empty vessels make the most noise. It was quieter in here. I like that.
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Getting back into blogging.
Like my new pet? He's an all mesh monster. Thanks to Rogue for the find!
If there’s no chance to reach you,
No bridge, no boat, no stones,
Then I would swim the waters,
Just like Brian Jones.
If I would ever lose you,
To someone else one day,
I shall be diplomatic,
Just like Cassius Clay.
‘Cause you’re so special…
‘Cause you’re so special…
Just like anybody else.
You don’t need to worry,
Just rely on me.
I forever will be faithful,
Like Lady Chatterley.
If there’s a need to tease you,
As a chance to make you stay,
I’m gonna, I’m gonna be your wild one
Just like Doris Day.
‘Cause you’re so special…
Just like anybody else.
‘Cause you’re so special…
Just like anybody else.
You’re my everyday sensation,
You’re my heaven, you’re my hell.
Like a roller-coaster ride,
We can make it to the bell.
Perfect combination,
Like the seashore and the shell,
‘Cause you’re something special, babe,
Just like anybody else.
‘Cause you’re so special…
So incredible…
Just like anybody else,
Unbelievable…
‘Cause you’re so special…
So deceivable…
Just like anybody else.
‘Cause you’re so special…
So impossible…
Just like anybody else,
So incredible…
‘Cause you’re so special…
Unbelievable…
Just like anybody else,
So deceivable…
‘Cause you’re so special…
Just like anybody else,
‘Cause you’re so special…
You don’t need to worry,
‘Cause you’re so special…
Just rely on me,
Just like anybody else,
‘Cause you’re so special…
Just like anybody else…
…faithful, like Lady Chatterley…
De-Phazz
Death by Chocolate
Something special
Art and Gallery Director Jess Kenny putting the final touches to the Something Fierce 50th anniversary exhibition
5/365
Woke up around noon and I have work soon, so I didn't have too much time for a 365 today, but here it is, something simple.
Nahlap Island, Pohnpei, Federated States of Micronesia
Konica Auto S, Hexanon 47mm f/1.9, Efke 25
"I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value." ~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
*I* made coffee. Rob usually makes coffee in the pot. I usually make it in the press. I like the silt. But I wanted more than just one cup readily available today.
Admit it, anything floral is cute. I’m not really into floral but looking at people wearing floral takes me to happy places- makes me remember something sweet, something comfy.
Here’s how I usually wear my floral skirt. When I go out, I sometimes wear shoes because I don’t w...
photo attribution: sean dreilinger durak.org
CALIT2 3-D Caves in Atkinson
Although they sound like something out of science fiction, these caves are a virtual-reality environment that allow you to venture into worlds as small as nanoparticles and as big as the cosmos?permitting scientists new insights that could fuel discoveries in many fields. The CAVEs are five-sided virtual reality (VR) rooms where scientific models and animations are projected in super high definition stereo on 360-degree screens surrounding you, and onto the floor as well. Thanks to the rooms? unique shape and special screens that allow you to use 3D polarizing glasses, you can fly over a strand of DNA and look in front, behind and below you, or navigate through the superstructure of a building to detect where damage from an earthquake may have occurred. The Explore Earth Cave immerses you in a walk through the redwoods or a visit to the Luxor in Egypt. Adding to the virtual reality in the CAVEs is the surround sound system, which harnesses recent advances in wave field synthesis?a way to maximize the perception of many channels of sound coming from different sides of the room.
3D Virtual Reality Environment Developed at UC San Diego Helps Scientists Innovate: www.calit2.net/newsroom/release.php?id=1383
Calit2's gets 'awesome' lab honors: www.universityofcalifornia.edu/news/article/24021
Getting the bigger and fuller picture
research.universityofcalifornia.edu/stories/2012/04/3-d.html
The TourCAVE is a lower cost version of the NexCAVE. It consists of 14 65" LG 3DTVs which we turned on their sides. The displays support passive stereo with circular polarization at full HD resolution. Our system has roughly 28 Megapixels, or 14 Megapixels per eye (7560x3840 pixels). The TourCAVE is powered by 7 high end graphics PCs with dual Nvidia GeForce 580 graphics cards. We use an ART Smarttrack system for head and wand tracking, and use a Gyration Gyromouse as the input de
skemono submitted to medievalpoc: I was planning on submitting something different today, but with the recent mention of Les Mis and the French Revolution, this seemed more timely. There were many black people in France around the time of the French Revolution—in fact, a census was taken a little earlier, in 1777-1778, counting the black population. The number reported in 1782 was 4-5 thousand, which admittedly was a small fraction of France’s population of 26 million. Whatever the case, there were many black people all throughout France. From The Negro in France: These reports from the intendants were made out by city and town, so that it is possible to ascertain with relative precision the geographical distribution of Negroes in France. As already stated, they were most densely settled at Paris, and after it in the seaports, especially those of the west coast, like Bordeaux and Nantes. Yet even in the mountains of Burgundy and the Pyrenees were to be found a few stragglers. These people came in all social groups. Although France supposedly did not permit slavery at the time, slaveowners from the Caribbean colonies were allowed to bring their slaves with them, or send them to France for training. (Though even the slaves were not without their options: a few successfully sued for their freedom, as in the 1762 case Lestaing vs Hutteau; some were manumitted; some escaped and could not be caught.) Many were poor, though some were rich, such as the wealthy free people of color in the colonies, who would visit France. Quoth Africa in Europe: [A] man of color named Carstaing was elected to the National Convention from a constituency in metropolitan France in December 1793 to replace another deputy who had been executed. Of note, Carstaing was married to the comtesse Françoise de Beauharnais, the daughter of Claude de Beauharnais, comte des Roches-Baritaud and Anne-Maried Mouchard. Through the first marriage of Carstaing’s wife to comte François de Beauharnais, she was the sister-in-law of Alexandre François Marie, vicomte de Beauharnais, who had fought both during the American and French Revolutions as well as the first husband of Joséphine de Beauharnais, who later married Napoleon Bonaparte and, as a consequence, became the Empress of the French in 1804. Hortense de Beauharnais, who was the half-sister of Carstaing’s wife, was also the mother of France’s Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte, who after becoming the President of the first President [sic] of the French Republic in 1848 became Emperor Napoleon III of the French in 1852. There were many servants of French aristocrats and nobles, who through their service could have good food, fancy clothes, even an education. The above is a portrait of Louis-Benoit Zamor, who as a child was kidnapped and sold to Louis XV, who gave him to his mistress, Jeanne Bécu, comtesse du Barry. Zamor was educated and well-read, enjoying the works of Rousseau. During the Revolution he joined the Jacobins and worked for the Committee of Public Safety, where he helped to have the Comtesse du Barry arrested, tried, and executed. At the trial, he stated he was born in Chittagong, Bangladesh, though the Comtesse was always under the impression he was African. Afterward, he was arrested by one of the other factions of the Revolution for a few weeks, and after some friends got him released, he appears to have left France for some years. In 1815 he owned a house in Paris and was working as a teacher before his death in 1820. None of this should be taken to mean that there was no racism in France, of course. In fact, the above-mentioned census was taken because of the 1777 Déclaration pour la police des noirs, which stated that Negroes had become too numerous in French cities, and especially in Paris, that they were “the cause of the greatest disorders,” and that they returned to the colonies with a “spirit of independence and insubordination” that rendered them “more harmful than useful.” It was therefore provided that thenceforth no “Negroes, mulattoes, or other men of color” might be taken into France, whether male or female, free or slave, on penalty of a fine of 3,000 livres” (The Negro in France, p. 49). Also, The law required all blacks and people of color, whether free or slave, to register with an office of the Admiralty. Those with prior residence could stay in the country, but they were forbidden from marrying whites. In addition, they were ordered to carry cartouche or identification papers. (Chatman, “‘There Are No Slaves in France’: A Re-Examination of Slave Laws in Eighteenth Century France”, pp. 148-9) [X] [X] [X] [X]
Dug through some fairly recent archives (about a month ago), I don't believe I ever processed this photo yet, something a little different...
From a sad day when a longtime Calgary pub (the Unicorn Pub) closed for the final time, it opened in 1979... Alas the final party had to be moved to a different pub because apparently they used up all the beer on the second last night of operations...
I'm not much of a pub crawler - as a non-drinker - but have been in the Unicorn a few times for gatherings of friends...
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I'm not alone
I wish I was
Cause then I'd know I was down because
I couldn't find a friend around
To love me like they do right now
They do right now...
I'm dizzy from the shopping mall
I searched for joy but i bought it all
It doesn't help the hunger pain
And a thirst I'd have to drown first to ever satiate
Something's missing
And I dont know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I dont know what it is
At all
When autumn comes
It doesn't ask
It just walks in where it left you last
You never know when it starts
Until there is fog inside the glass around
Your summer heart
Something's missing
And I dont know hot to fix it
Somethings missing
And I dont know what it is
At all
I cant be sure that this state of mind
Is not of my own design
I wish there was an over the counter test
for loneliness like this
Something's missing
And I dont know what it is
~ John Mayer
Edward Everett Hale:
"I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do."
A Candle in the Darkness
The president of Compassion International tells his story of childhood abuse and deliverance in a West Africa boarding school.
www.christianitytoday.com/biblestudies/articles/theology/...