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Cannot make out the message but I quite like the '96' motif. The bike is a '95 Orange (Clockwork) C-16R.
MKSG The X-Men: Survival - Issue #4
Central New York - Underground
MORLOCkS
MUTaNTZ OnLY
A large metal gate with writing scrawled across it gradually rises. The sludge of the sewers it was slumped in slides off it and plunges back into the foul, murky waters. The metal chain attached to it is heaved upwards by a mutant Magneto once knew, in the time of the Brotherhood. Codename: Blob. Blob scowls at him but Magneto doesn’t dwell on this, for he has more important matters to attend to than an old ‘colleague’ or two.
Erik glides casually under the entrance, after the heavy dripping stops. Behind the gate: a slum, of sorts. It appears a bit more like a junkyard from a distance. Old, torn-up mattresses and forgotten furniture litters the sloped sides of the slimey corridor. To the left and right: Mutants, of all shape and size. Erik makes his way down the central path, and gains the gaze of every man, woman and child living there. In honesty, it looks more like a battlefield trench than an sort of living quarters.
As he moves along, keeping himself a half meter above the ground on his metal disc, the people he passes drop what they're doing and follow him. He can hear them whispering behind him; “Is that the Magneto?”, “I thought he was dead”, “What is he doing here?”
Reaching a more central, open area, he raises himself up higher and waits for the remainder of the Mutants to congratulate. Under normal circumstances, he would more likely have been met with some sizeable hostility. These are abnormal times, however. And so a little hesitantly, he begins his address to the crowd, hoping it doesn’t descend into a mob.
“My fellow Mutants, brothers and sisters, I am -”
“-Yo, we don't want you here. You only make things worse”, a young, green mutant interrupts.
“The last time you came knockin’, half of us ended up in prison after tryna sabotage that rocket!” Toad yells from the front of the crowd.
“My child, I come with a proposal. In case you haven't noticed, our entire Mutant society is at risk of total annihilation. I’m sure you can guess what that means...”
The chatter silences. He has their attention now, and with a little more comfortability, Erik continues.
“Reverend William Stryker is the face of Mutant Oppression, and I can NOT take him on alone. I believe he has joined forces with a military contractor named Bolivar Trask, and together they are forming an army to wipe us all out! I ask not for you to help me, but to instead help yourselves and help our species. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s been kidnapping more and more mutants, likely for… experiments, of some kind. We MUST kill Stryker, and we must do it UNITED”
He spots some moderate nodding from the Morlocks - a good sign. He always has a plan, and this one is working… so far.
“What do you say? Join with me, this one time? Save our selves and our mutant brothers and sisters who have been taken from us!”
The crowd look agitated now. He can tell they want to fight.
“Magneto…” a woman’s voice echoes in the tunnel. Callisto, leader of the Morlocks, steps forward with her black trenchcoat wading through the thick layer of sludge that covers the floor.
“You are not one of us. You don’t live like we do, or have suffered like we have. If you aren’t here to join our ranks, I’m going to have to ask you to leave right away” She says, pulling her knives out of her sleeves.
There is a tense moment, many of Magneto’s new followers unsure where their allegiance now lies.
“Now now, Callisto… It’s alright...” Magento replies, and begins to glide away. Behind him, he hears a group of Morlocks following him out the door. He turns to see Toad, Blob, Marrow and 3 other angry Mutants walking behind him.
“I got just what I came for anyway…” he utters to himself.
the word "broke" scrawled on a single brick directly in the middle..odd..."a time and a place" seen partially reflected in the window
A closer look at the great stonework and nice shadows at the Red River Furnace, abandoned in the mid-1870s after only four years of service.
After this became a historic landmark, some of the stonework had to be restored with new stones cut from the same quarry as the originals.
More than a few stones fell out during a century of abandonment, and some were dislodged by a large explosion that some say was set by a moonshiner who wanted to end the stream of gawkers coming through to look at the furnace. The structure itself held together through the decades because of its strong design, but in the larger view, (CLICK HERE) you can see some major cracks through the facade.
Despite all this, it is ranked as one of the most notable dry stone masonry structures in the world, according to its current owner, the U.S. Forest Service.
Faced with this impressive bit of history, that has survived against considerable odds, we did what comes naturally to the minds of all good men: Put away our cameras and spray painted our names on the walls.
IMG_9163 I'm wondering which you prefer - this shot or the one below - or if ,really, neither makes the director's cut. Help me out here guys, I'm losing discrimination of my own shots.
Taking the longer way home through Kingsway Business Park on a sunny afternoon, This piece of graffiti is one of several on the wall of the tunnel beneath Sir Isaac Newton Way.
The note, written in a hasty scrawl on paper stained with blood, is still in his pouch. The people down there sent a cry for his help. He intends to give it.
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A series featuring 54mm scale(ish) toy soldiers from Britains, Marx, Elastolin and others.
Elastolin
Prince Valiant
Germany, 1960
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aluterus_scriptus
Not a common sight on the reef although this fish occurs in the tropical waters of the Indian, Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. It can grow to over a metre in length and can vary its coloration very rapidly. The tail may be spread out like a fan and hence another name for this fish is the broomtail filefish.
The previous photo shows a couple of scrawled filefish.
Writing scrawled across the wall of a bathroom in Sanatorium Salve Mater, Belgium.
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Michael Witherell stands quietly confident in front of a blackboard scrawled with equations that speak to a lifetime spent at the frontiers of physics. When I photographed him at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory and later at the Advanced Light Source, it was clear that he carries not just the responsibility of leadership but the deep curiosity of a scientist who never stopped asking questions.
Trained as an experimental particle physicist, Witherell’s early work helped illuminate the fundamental building blocks of matter. He made his name in the study of weak interactions and symmetry violations, helping to shape our understanding of how the universe is structured at its most elemental level. His research has been published widely and cited often, but it is his long view of science that leaves the deeper impression.
Witherell served as Director of Fermilab before coming to Berkeley, and throughout his career he has shown an unusual ability to balance institutional leadership with the quiet precision of laboratory work. At Berkeley Lab, he leads one of the most complex and important research institutions in the world, home to thousands of scientists working on everything from renewable energy to quantum computing to climate modeling. Walking with him through the Lab, you see how thoroughly he knows its people, its history, and its future trajectory.
One of the places we visited was the Advanced Light Source, a powerful synchrotron facility that enables researchers to peer into materials at the atomic level. He spoke about the ALS not with the administrative detachment of a distant executive but with the enthusiasm of someone who understands exactly why it matters. What it unlocks. What it might still reveal.
Though he now operates in the realm of budgets, partnerships, and national policy, Witherell never lost the perspective of a working scientist. He is the kind of leader who still lights up when discussing a clever experiment or a surprising result. That balance between rigor and imagination, ambition and humility, is what makes him such a rare figure in American science.
The chalkboard behind him in this portrait is not for show. It is where ideas are worked out, erased, revised, and written again. Like the lab itself, it reflects a process in motion. That is where Witherell thrives. Not in the certainty of answers, but in the continual refinement of the question.
As seen on the side of a building in WIlmington Delaware. It seems that no city big or small is safe from grafitti "artists".
From April 2015. 60mm Nikkor macro lens. About 18 inches long, this is the size of fish that I would love to have an Fx, high quality macro lens in about 45mm for.
I marked this cat with a badly scrawled “B” in pen on it’s back. I didn’t notice it on this kitten while cleaning them, but I did see it on the bottom of a few larger set pieces. Maybe I took them to the neighbors’ house to play Barbie and wanted to be sure I could identify which sets were mine?
Kittens detail!
The two identical mold kittens (white and orange, in the middle back row) are a squishier softer plastic.
The chubby cat and two magnetic cats are a hard plastic. There are slight seams on the magnetic cats?
more moleskinning, trying to fill up ye ol' sketchbook before New Year's.
bigger? farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3140966530_31e3b40f68_b.jpg
Grafitti under a San Francisco freeway
Taken during the SF Flickr Meetup photo walk around the Dogpatch and Potrero Hill. I'll have to venture down there one of these days...
You can call it a scrawled filefish, broom-tail file, broomtail filefish, scrawled leatherjacket, scrawled tilefish, scribbled filefish, scribbled fish, scribbled leather jacket, scribbled leatherjacket filefish, scrolled filefish, or tobaccofish.
It only answers to Larry.
Scrawled Filefish
Aluterus scriptus
Looe Key Sanctuary Preservation Area
Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary (FKNMS)
Monore County, Florida, USA
Olympus OM-D E-M5 Mark II
Olympus 14-42mm II R Lens
PT-EP13 Underwater Housing,
PPZR-EP02 Lens Port
& 14-42mm Zoom Gear