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‘The same thing can be simultaneously good, bad, and indifferent. For example, music is good for melancholy, bad for those in mourning, and neither good nor bad for the deaf.’

Baruch Spinoza.

 

Explore, 21/11/2024

47455 and a Calder Valley class 110 catch the afternoon sun as the make simultaneous approaches to Manchester Victoria. Always nice to catch a mixed freight with an interesting consist trailing the Duff which turns out to be the Ashburys to Arpley Speedlink trip.. Incidentally 455 would be involved in an accident when it was run into by 33022 and 33055, who were going to rescue the locomotive, at Swifts Green in early November 1989 with all three being written off.

A view from the HS2 worksite of the 15.56 from Tring and the 10.52 from Edinburgh approaching their destination. Both had been held next to each other on a red while the departing Pendolino on the 16.38 to Manchester crossed over in front of them and naturally both got the road together. The odds of two trains running parallel with the same number in their fleet must run into the trillions to one!

Bro Fig Brawl Round 5!

 

For those unfamiliar, each of us would simultaneously built a duo of medieval-themed figs. But now we're going to make one at a time and any possible theme! Any recommendations? Check Steven's out here-

www.flickr.com/photos/76437548@N04/25450963793/in/datepos...

-and let us know which fig you like best! ;)

Simultaneous lightning strike and rainbow in a very magical sky

We were lucky enough to see multiple groups of whales swimming together, and they would glide and dive in amazing synchronisation

Simultaneously in a rush and clogged up.

I can find nothing about dragonfly and damselfly behavior and the weather. Other than the fact that odonata must be warm before they'll fly, and actually be overheated, and hate wind and rain, the question that I had hasn't been answered. Do Odonata become more active mating and laying eggs when it's hot and humid. Why do I ask? Because with temperatures in the sun this past week over 110 degrees and humidity over 60% - what we call a "heat wave" in California and everybody else in the east calls, "summer," I have seen more mating and more females laying eggs than since I started "studying them in ernest" in May. Yesterday, I got a shot of a male flying overhead making sure that the female wasn't disturbed by other males as she laid her eggs. Of course, he doesn't know - even after 330 million years - that she may have mated with a dozen other males before he came by. Some dragonflies mate in flight, some lay eggs simultaneously with mating, and some females will lay their eggs in the most inaccessible places far away from males. With damselflies, it's the same story though the female usually lays eggs on or under vegetation while dragonfly females will lower their abdomen into the water (see this image and the one a few days ago) and place their eggs on a stem or vegetation underwater. There are a couple of species where the female will submerge for up to 40 minutes! and lay her eggs on selected plants.

 

So, what's with the crawdad? Well, I got this one nice shot of the Green Darners mating and laying eggs, turned around to see what I could in the LCD and was next to the stream that runs by the lake on the right...

 

Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon

 

The Grand Canyon is a steep-sided canyon carved by the Colorado River in Arizona, United States. The Grand Canyon is 277 miles (446 km) long, up to 18 miles (29 km) wide and attains a depth of over a mile (6,093 feet or 1,857 meters).

 

The canyon and adjacent rim are contained within Grand Canyon National Park, the Kaibab National Forest, Grand Canyon–Parashant National Monument, the Hualapai Indian Reservation, the Havasupai Indian Reservation and the Navajo Nation. The surrounding area is contained within the Baaj Nwaavjo I'tah Kukveni – Ancestral Footprints of the Grand Canyon National Monument. President Theodore Roosevelt was a major proponent of the preservation of the Grand Canyon area and visited it on numerous occasions to hunt and enjoy the scenery.

 

Nearly two billion years of Earth's geological history have been exposed as the Colorado River and its tributaries cut their channels through layer after layer of rock while the Colorado Plateau was uplifted. While some aspects about the history of incision of the canyon are debated by geologists, several recent studies support the hypothesis that the Colorado River established its course through the area about 5 to 6 million years ago. Since that time, the Colorado River has driven the down-cutting of the tributaries and retreat of the cliffs, simultaneously deepening and widening the canyon.

 

For thousands of years, the area has been continuously inhabited by Native Americans, who built settlements within the canyon and its many caves. The Pueblo people considered the Grand Canyon a holy site, and made pilgrimages to it. The first European known to have viewed the Grand Canyon was García López de Cárdenas from Spain, who arrived in 1540.

 

Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon_National_Park

 

Grand Canyon National Park is a national park of the United States located in northwestern Arizona, the 15th site to have been named as a national park. The park's central feature is the Grand Canyon, a gorge of the Colorado River, which is often considered one of the Wonders of the World. The park, which covers 1,217,262 acres (1,901.972 sq mi; 4,926.08 km2) of unincorporated area in Coconino and Mohave counties, received more than 4.7 million recreational visitors in 2023. The Grand Canyon was designated a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in 1979. The park celebrated its 100th anniversary on February 26, 2019.

 

Source: www.nps.gov/grca/index.htm

 

Entirely within the state of Arizona, the park encompasses 278 miles (447 km) of the Colorado River and adjacent uplands. Located on the ancestral homelands of 11 present day Tribal Communities, Grand Canyon is one of the most spectacular examples of erosion anywhere in the world—a mile deep canyon unmatched in the incomparable vistas it offers visitors from both north and south rims.

 

Additional Foreign Language Tags:

 

(United States) "الولايات المتحدة" "Vereinigte Staaten" "アメリカ" "米国" "美国" "미국" "Estados Unidos" "États-Unis" "ארצות הברית" "संयुक्त राज्य" "США"

 

(Arizona) "أريزونا" "亚利桑那州" "אריזונה" "एरिजोना" "アリゾナ州" "애리조나" "Аризона"

 

(Grand Canyon) "جراند كانيون" "大峡谷" "גרנד קניון" "ग्रांड कैन्यन" "グランドキャニオン" "그랜드 캐니언" "Гранд-Каньон" "Gran Cañón"

Happy Valentine's Day from all the Hero's Journey Mythology Goddesses!

 

A pink polka-dot hart-shaped Valentine for all my fans!

 

Here's some of the HD video from when I shot the above photo:

 

youtu.be/4TaO0Dh69HI (this video was shot while I took one of my most famous & most-viewed photographs ever! be sure to watch in full 1080p hd!)

  

"Ómnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori." --Virgil

"Love conquers all, so let us too surrender to love." -- Virgil

 

"Beauty will save the world." -Dostoevsky

 

Yes! Beauty will save the world! :)

 

Finishing my work in Lightroom 4 now, and uploading new video of the goddesses!

 

Enjoy the video shot at the same time as the stills:

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TvbZgl6Af4 (some more video of the goddess!)

 

Canon 5D Mark II Photos of Beautiful Swimsuit Bikini Model Goddess!

 

The video was shot with the awesome Panasonic X900MK 3MOS 3D Full HD SD Camcorder. I highly recommend it!

 

The goddess was tall, thin, and fit, with long, natural brown hair, pretty blue eyes, and a great smile!

Cute freckles!

  

It was a nice sunny, windless, warm, winter's day out on the beach, where the sun stays low all day for epic shooting!

 

Shooting simultaneous stills & video rocks! I do it on every shoot now, while also mounting several stationary DSLRs/camcorders for video in addition to the Panasonic or Sony Camcorder bracketed to my Canon 5D or Nikon D800E.

 

The sea & sand goddess was tall, thin, fit, and athletic, with gorgerous brown hair and pretty blue eyes and long legs! She's a dancer! Wearing a pink polka-dot bikini!

 

Pretty freckles too!

 

May the Hero's Journey Mythology goddesses guide and inspire you throughout the new year!

Petherhof : The " Montplaisir " palace 1714-23 .Architects I.F.Braunshtein ,J.B. Leblond ,N.Michetti , sculptor B.C. Rastrelli . On design of Peter I the garden of " Montplaisir ", 1714-39 the work of L.Garnihvelt , by Peter I's design .

 

Italiano : Il piccolo palazzo di delizie di Pietro il Grande -" Montplaisir " - è il più vicino al mare . Dal suo corpo centrale con alto tetto a tenda ,partono 2 gallerie ,dalle finestre delle quali si può contemporaneamente ammirare il mare e il giardino . La più grande sala del palazzo , alta 8 metri è la sala di Gala ,che ricorda le feste animate e allegre organizzate dallo zar .

 

English : The small delights palace of Peter the Great -" Montplaisir "- is the closest to the sea . From its main building with roof top tent ,start two galleries , the window of wich you can simultaneously enjoy the sea and the garden . The largest hall of the palace ,8 meters high , is the Gala Hall ,reminiscent of the animated and cheerful parties organised by the Tsar.

Upside down portrait. First time I picked up two lenses to shoot simultaneously.

Made simultaneously with ABro's one. If you would be so kind as to pay his a visit too, I think he would greatly appreciate it.

 

Backstory:

 

Upon cancellation of the H&K Mk.23 model, SOCOM was stuck with a few thousand firearms that were already purchased for testing. In order not to throw these away, SOCOM approached J-Tac with the request to make the gun a lighter, easier to wield weapon.

 

In order to fulfill these wishes, J-Tac replaced a lot of components with titanium copies, reducing the weight without compromising on weapon strength and reliability. Furthermore:

-The hammer has been replaced with a skeleton version.

-J-Tac shortened the weapon drastically, and shortened the slide so that a custom barrel end with magnaports could be installed.

-Underneath the barrel J-Tac mounted a SureFire XL-322 flashlight, for reconnaissance purposes.

-The sights have been replaced with illuminated fiber optic sights, to improve aim at night and at a distance.

-The magazine has been provided with a weighted floorplate addition, so that the magazine slides right out, thus enabling a speedy reload.

-The grip covers have been replaced with textured rubber Hogue combat grips.

-Finally, the magazine release button has been made ambidextrous.

 

And remember folks, if you can favorite this you can comment as well. Please do so.

Finishing my work in Lightroom 4 now, and uploading new video of the goddesses!

 

Enjoy the video shot at the same time as the stills:

 

youtu.be/4TaO0Dh69HI (this video was shot while I took one of my most famous & most-viewed photographs ever! be sure to watch in full 1080p hd!)

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TvbZgl6Af4 (some more video of the goddess!)

 

Canon 5D Mark II Photos of Beautiful Swimsuit Bikini Model Goddess!

 

The video was shot with the awesome Panasonic X900MK 3MOS 3D Full HD SD Camcorder. I highly recommend it!

 

The goddess was tall, thin, and fit, with long, natural brown hair, pretty blue eyes, and a great smile!

Cute freckles!

  

It was a nice sunny, windless, warm, winter's day out on the beach, where the sun stays low all day for epic shooting!

 

Shooting simultaneous stills & video rocks! I do it on every shoot now, while also mounting several stationary DSLRs/camcorders for video in addition to the Panasonic or Sony Camcorder bracketed to my Canon 5D or Nikon D800E.

 

The sea & sand goddess was tall, thin, fit, and athletic, with gorgerous brown hair and pretty blue eyes and long legs! She's a dancer! Wearing a pink polka-dot bikini!

 

Pretty freckles too!

 

May the Hero's Journey Mythology goddesses guide and inspire you throughout the new year!

Stringed lanterns suggest a discrete character for the group, while the more massive background of buildings are continuous. Characteristics that enable us to distinguish microscopic from macroscopic objects. Here, a manifestation of simultaneously seeing both in a single image instead of being mutually exclusive. Promoting “full vision”.

Five flowers simultaneously

Brush Type 4 No. 47520 with the 15:50 for Liverpool Lime Street and English Electric Type 5 Deltic No. 55019 ROYAL HIGHLAND FUSILIER with the 15:50 for London Kings Cross on 24th August 1981.

 

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"Pete, stay!"

Pete flashed his light once and clicked as he obediently stayed put on Vincent's dinner table. Bernadette giggled and went into the sitting room. From there, she went to hide around the corner of one of the larger bookshelves. It was about five seconds later that she called out softly, "Pete, come!" However, Pete didn't move. He stayed put. There was no sound or indication that he'd listened. When she peeked around the corner, sure enough he was still standing on the table waiting. She quirked her mouth then glanced towards Vincent's room and called out, "Aiden, am I doing it wrong?"

"Say it louder!" came Aiden's loud response from Vincent's bedroom. "And try to deepen your voice a little more!"

"Oh!" Bernadette cleared her throat and following Aiden's instructions, she commanded, "Pete! Come!"

Pete obeyed! He flashed his light and made his way towards the edge of the table. It seemed for a moment that he was unable to figure out how to get down! Then Pete's leg extended out to the back of the chair and hooked around the wood. Bernadette watched with fascination as Pete climbed his way down the chair and didn't even falter at all! She'd been equally impressed when Pete had managed to climb up a few minutes earlier with relative ease! It was only a moment later that Pete stopped in front of Bernadette and awaited further instructions. She beamed and knelt down and patted Pete and said, "You are such a good boy, Pete!" Pete flicked his light once and seemed to lean up slightly into her pets.

While Bernadette was spending time playing with Pete and interacting with him, Aiden and Vincent were in the bedroom setting up a space for Aiden to work. While Aiden would have liked to have done this in a workshop, he would make do! Aiden had done the heavy moving and lifting while Vincent grumbled about his broken ribs. However, once the wardrobe and bed stand had been moved over and the table put in place, Vincent retrieved a stool for Aiden and watched as Aiden began to set everything out.

"So how are you going to touch the Eye?" Vincent was asking as he leaned on the table and peered into the bright blue light. "It's a bit dangerous, isn't it?" He looked over at the pair of leather gloves that Aiden had then quirked his brow at him. Honestly, Vincent wasn't trying to nag him. He was simply concerned for Aiden's well-being and didn't want him to get hurt, or worse.

"Of course it is!" Aiden responded enthusiastically. "We're still learning and it's not exactly something easily found so we can study it. I only ever found two books on it." Seeing skepticism growing on Vincent's face, Aiden smiled reassuringly at him. "I'll be careful, I promise! My tools are made with materials that are meant to resist the shocks better than the standard ones. Besides, I was able to put Pete's piece in without getting hurt, right? It should be fine! "

Vincent stared at him a long moment then finally gave a small smirk and teased, "Those are famous last words, my friend. Are you SURE you have everything you need?" He turned to look over the table once more. Aiden was right. He HAD put in Pete's piece of Fulgora's Eye. However, in Vincent's opinion, that was quite different than breaking apart a whole piece; especially one this size! But, then again, it was not his area of expertise. He could only take Aiden at his word that he knew what he was doing. Regardless, he was excited to see Aiden take apart the Fulgora's Eye and see him at work when not on the ship or working on Pete.

Aiden glanced over his list and made sure he had everything set out and ready to go. And finally it was time. He grinned over at Vincent with a slight wiggle (which caused Vincent to snort in amusement) and went around to peek out at Bernadette and waved her in.

"We're ready to start!"

With a "Pete, come!" from Bernadette, she headed for the bedroom with Pete following behind her. When she rejoined the men in the bedroom, she went and stood alongside Aiden while Vincent took to Aiden's other side. Aiden glanced at the two of them and chuckled nervously as he looked down at his lovely specimen and took a deep breath.

"No pressure right?"

"Of course not!" Vincent said with a teasing smirk and watched as Bernadette lifted Pete and set him down on the table off to the side and chimed in in a chipper voice, "You absolutely got this!" She gave his shoulder a few firm pats of encouragement before she asked nonchalantly, "But if you do happen to meet your untimely demise, can I keep Pete?"

Aiden slowly turned in his head to stare at her as if he couldn't believe she just said that. Although he was clearly not upset; simply surprised. Bernadette simply stared back at Aiden with a sweet, angelic smile. On his other side, Vincent snorted and folded his arms over his chest. Oh, he was amused! He was very amused!

Aiden was as well! He smirked at Vincent over his shoulder before shaking his head and laughing before looking back at Bernadette with a snicker.

"Yeah, fine. If you ask for me tomorrow and find me a grave man*, you can keep Pete."

Bernadette laughed and threw her arms around Aiden and gave him a small squeeze. "I adore you, Aiden Anderson. I adore you so much." But behind her, Vincent was looking at Aiden and feeling a touch impressed.

"Did you just quote...?" Vincent began but trailed off as Aiden beamed and nodded in response. Vincent chuckled and added, "Forgive me, I didn't expect you to be interested in theater." Aiden bit his lower lip and shrugged slightly shyly. "What's not to like?"

They stared at each other for a few more seconds before Bernadette softly cleared her throat behind Aiden with a tiny smirk. Aiden blinked then turned and faced forward with a slight hint of pink on his cheeks and quickly got busy going over his tools as if he had not done it twice already. Behind him, Vincent glanced off to the side and suddenly found a picture across the room interesting. Bernadette simply shook her head slightly with a small roll of her eyes and kept her thoughts to herself.

Staring at the Fulgora's Eye, Aiden suddenly felt nervous. He realized that he'd exaggerated a tiny bit in his efforts to sound more impressive and grown up to Vincent. However, his excitement won over and he slid on his gloves and picked up his tools.

Starting with the screws, Aiden began to undo the first pieces of the lantern on top. Beside him, Vincent leaned his hand against the table and let his eyes wander towards Aiden's notes. And then he noticed something written there; something Aiden seemed to have forgotten about. Vincent smirked slightly and eyed Pete before saying, "Aiden, did you read all of your notes before you started?"

"Yeah, why?"

Aiden was so focused on what he was doing, wetting his lips as he went to unscrew another tiny screw after setting one down in the box so they didn't get lost. Bernadette glanced sideways at her cousin curiously.

"Hm," Vincent responded, tilting his head slightly. "Don't you think Pete may be standing too close?" At his name, Pete perked up and faced Vincent a little more. Aiden glanced at Vincent with slight confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Aiden looked at his sentient lantern then looked at the Fulgora's Eye. What was he forgetting? Feeling paranoid, Aiden set down his tools and picked up his notes. Vincent had to fight hard to not to pinch the bridge of his brow and groan loudly at him. Aiden's damn thumb was covering the part of the notes that he was forgetting!

"He's fine," Aiden told Vincent with a confident smile as he set down his notes with a shrug. Then he picked up his tools and went back to what he was doing. Vincent blinked skeptically and considered his words for a moment before starting to tell him, "But-"

"But this is what he is meant to do." Aiden looked back at Vincent and explained, "It's a good way for him to get used to being in the middle of a work space. That way when we're up in the air later on he will be used to dealing with a lot going on and staying on task; perhaps even learn to operate completely independently without needing commands someday."

And as Aiden well-meaningfully lectured him, Pete shifted around slightly on the table beside him. But Aiden wasn't really paying attention to the lantern, instead focusing on Vincent. Therefore he didn't see the little sparking flare flick out from the Fulgora's Eye that reached out towards the edge of the glass at Pete.

While Vincent's attention remained on Aiden, he HAD seen that little spark out of the corner of his observant eye. He simply blinked at Aiden then gave a courteous little smile and nod of his head before responding, "Very well, then. My apologies. Carry on."

Aiden stared back at him suspiciously then shrugged a little and turned back to what he was doing. Meanwhile, Bernadette had been watching the two men and had missed the spark from the lanterns altogether. Vincent could feel her eyes on him, and he glanced her way with a shrug and a smirk before returning his attention back to the project. She could tell Vincent was holding back information from Aiden. She already knew why though: Vincent HAD tried to warn him about whatever it was but Aiden had insisted he knew what he was doing. As per Vincent's style, he was going to let him do it and learn the hard way; whatever it was. 'This should be good,' she thought to herself.

Aiden finally had unscrewed the little screws holding the armored base together at the top. He wet his lips and began to wedge one of the flathead screwdrivers under the seal's lip and lifted. Bit by bit, Aiden was working his way around the seal and he almost had it.

Bernadette tilted her head slightly and leaned in just a bit more but as she did, she accidentally bumped one of Pete's legs. The gentle bump made Pete take two steps to the left. And the moment he did, there was a quickly intensifying buzzing sound.

Aiden barely had time to register that something was wrong when suddenly the Fulgora's Eye began to flick sparks of lightning towards Pete! Simultaneously, a small spark of lightning shot out from under Pete from his own tiny piece of Fulgora's Eye and he was being pulled towards the larger piece! The small streaks met right by the front of Pete's leg and then there was a deep popping sound that hit like a tiny boom of thunder!

Aiden instantly felt a deep, painful, tingling sensation move through his right hand and shot up along his arm before spreading through his body! It made him shudder violently for a moment before he suddenly could breathe again and physically even move! Everything had happened so fast; in less than two seconds!

"Whoa..." Aiden breathed and realized he was okay after all. Blinking, he stared at the Fulgora's Eye in surprise as Pete quickly began backing away from the larger lantern and clicked at it skeptically. Beside him, his friends stared in surprise, but as soon as Aiden vocalized his first thought, they both looked at him and it began to register what just happened! Bernadette suddenly had to bring her hands to her mouth to muffle the sounds of her giggling. Vincent's sarcastic, smug voice spoke up from behind Aiden: "Well, that was quite a shock."

Bernadette couldn't contain it any longer! She suddenly burst out with a scream of laughter and turned away, holding her abdomen. Vincent smirked at her then slowly glanced back at Aiden and looked him over. And he couldn't help it either! He found himself chuckling as well as his gaze reached his hair.

"What's so funny?" Aiden demanded incredulously as he flexed his fingers and stretched his arm to get rid of the unpleasant tingling feeling. Bernadette managed to gasp out between her laughs, "Your hair! Aiden, your damn hair!"

"What's wrong with my hair?"

He yanked off his gloves and shoved his hands towards his hair....which was sticking pretty much straight up! His eyes widened and his face flushed a deep shade of red as he quickly began to run his fingers through his hair and shook it out and tried patting it down. How utterly embarrassing! However, Aiden found himself chuckling as well, as he began to realize the situation was actually pretty funny after all. Then he found his laughter slowing as Vincent reached out and slid Aiden's notebook before him and insisted, "Read that. Right here." Vincent pointed at the notes to indicate exactly where and what Aiden had missed.

Aiden blinked and picked up his notes and read aloud his own scribbled note that Vincent was pointing to: "Larger size Fulgora's Eye becomes a magnet to other Fulgora's Eye. Keep...." Aiden's voice lowered in embarrassment as ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly and continued with a groan. "...keep Pete away." Bernadette gasped and quickly reached out and grasped Pete by his ring and drew him off the table before he got too close again! "I'll take him in the other room," she was saying as she wandered around the table to head for the door.

Aiden watched her go then glanced back at Vincent though he didn't quite meet his gaze; not at first. His face was flushed in embarrassment and his lips pressed to a thin line. He didn't know what to say and felt a little foolish. So that's what Vincent was trying to tell him! Though after a moment, he finally did meet Vincent's gaze.

Despite teasing him moments earlier there was no indication of humor on Vincent's face. Instead, he was actually smiling a little bit. He reached out and clasped Aiden's shoulder and told him, "Everyone makes mistakes. The important part is you learned from it, right?"

"Right!"

Vincent watched the relief cross Aiden's expression as he relaxed. He realized he was not continuously being made fun of for his mistake and was in fact being encouraged instead. The young man smiled a bit more before turning more in his seat to look back at the Fulgora's Eye. Then after a moment he chuckled softly and ran his fingers over his hair to make sure it was staying flat. Beside him, Vincent's soft, deep chuckle rumbled beside him, "I did try to warn you..."

"You did, you did!" Aiden snickered as Bernadette wandered back in with a slight apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. Are you really alright?" she asked as she stood before the table opposite the men. Aiden smiled and nodded then motioned her to come back around. "I'm fine! Don't be sorry! It WAS funny! And thank you for getting Pete for me." Bernadette flashed a smile back at him and quickly moved back to Aiden's side and peered back at the Fulgora's Eye and exclaimed, "Okay, you got this, Aiden!" And with her and Vincent's encouraging smiles, Aiden got to work!

...

It was an enjoyable afternoon filled with lots of shenanigans and great company between Aiden and the cousins. Pete was eventually permitted back inside the room after a little while, but not on the table. Bernadette promised to keep an eye on him, and when she went off to get the three of them dinner the sentient lantern went out shopping with her! Aiden was glad to let her have some fun with Pete and it gave him an excuse to spend a little more time alone with Vincent.

When the job was done, Aiden had broken the Fulgora's Eye into four pieces! He'd left most of it as part of the original so it was still a considerable size. However the other three had been broken down into smaller pieces and were floating and spinning inside Aiden's jars. It had been impressive to watch Aiden work.

Vincent had suggested that Aiden take a single jar with him for now and offered to hold the others for safekeeping until Aiden made other accommodations. Aiden was glad to take him up on the offer. So he boxed up one of the jars and set it in a carrying bag which he'd conveniently be able to sling over his shoulder.

Finally after a long, enjoyable day, it was time for them to part for the evening. Vincent walked his cousin and friend downstairs to the street curb. He gave Bernadette a kiss on the cheek and hug to which she returned before turning to Aiden with a smile. He told him, "Great job! I knew you could pull it off. Go get some rest and enjoy the benefits of your reward, my friend." He extended his hand out to which Aiden grasped and shook with a pleased grin on his face.

"Thank you for everything, Vincent. I'll be seeing you soon."

"I look forward to it."

Aiden gave Vincent's hand a firm squeeze before letting go a bit reluctantly. He gave a nod to Vincent before turning and facing Bernadette. She gave him a smile and hug before telling him, "I don't know when I'll be seeing you again but something tells me it will be sooner than later. Be well, Aiden!" She released him and then bent down to pet Pete and said, "See you soon, Pete!" Then Bernadette waved at her cousin and headed off towards her home.

Aiden watched her go with a soft smile. He really liked Bernadette and felt much adoration for her. He was glad to have made friends with her. She was a welcome, colorful addition to his stay in the capital. And even more so, she was related to Vincent! Somehow that just made it even better. And with that thought, he glanced back towards the object of his affection with a soft smile. Then with a great internal reluctance, he turned and made his way to head back towards the docks.

"Come, Pete."

Vincent watched Aiden's departing figure for a long moment before pulling himself away and turning to go back inside. What a fantastic day that had been! And Aiden and Bernadette made such a hilarious pair. He hadn't realized until today that his cousin and Aiden had quite a few similarities in personality. No wonder he liked Aiden so much! But by God....the two of them together in the same room! Vincent chuckled softly to himself and shook his head as he closed the door behind him and began ascending the staircase towards his flat. Though, unlike Bernie, he didn't see Aiden like a younger sibling. While he felt protective over Aiden, it just wasn't quite the same...

Vincent let himself inside and closed the door behind him. With a glance towards the clock, he decided he'd start the kettle for his nighttime bhang tea a little early. But as he began to prep his kettle, an urgent knock sounded at the door. Vincent blinked at it. Had one of the other two forgotten something? The knock came again but this time louder; almost banging. That certainly didn't seem like Bernadette or Aiden...

Reaching into a nearby bookshelf on the way to answer the door, Vincent withdrew a hidden pistol and cocked it. He could feel the floorboards creaking as whoever it was was pacing on the other side. Alert but with an air of calmness, he held his pistol at the ready before he demanded, "Who's there?"

And he felt his stomach clench unpleasantly as he heard Damien's urgent voice respond, "Vincent, it's me! Open the door! I need to talk to you now!"

  

*Reference:

"Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man."

Mercutio - Romeo and Juliet - Act 3, Scene 1

 

NEXT PART: A BTS (Behind the Scenes) shot:

www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/52857667493/in/datepo...

 

To read the rest of the story, here's the album link:

www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/albums/72157717075565127

 

***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***

 

Special thank you to Vin (BMM? Pose Store) for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!

 

DISCORD SERVER: That's right! The Captain and The Engineer has a Discord Server! If you wanna join and chat with other crewmates and see what's new and happening before it gets posted to Flickr, click the link!

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***NEW!!!!***

 

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Thunder echoed through the village cemetery last evening. It was the sort that rumbles on and on, long after the initial crack. Always reminds me of an ominous drumroll that's simultaneously terrifying and thrilling. The threat of imminent lighting strikes motivated me to move out from beneath this giant maple tree. Yet I lingered for a bit, watching the leaves and branches swaying in the wind. If you really focus on it, this motion creates an atmosphere unto itself. It's somehow apart from the actual landscape, yet a vital part of it. As daylight slips away, the thick canopy of leaves creates a shadowy feeling of enclosure. It's a bit unsettling standing here, feeling as if I'm being absorbed into the shadows. As always for me, the drama is along the periphery, in this case the boundary between light and dark. Here the shapes of individual leaves can be discerned. Separated form the monolith of the tree, their subtlety can be appreciated. In my mind, they take on the form of little witches flying about on broomsticks. Their languid motion belies the intensity of the gathering storm that propels them. Another rumble of thunder jolts me from this trance and I move back into the open.

Simultaneously Landing Aircraft & Docking Watercraft At Blessed Tampa Bay Florida Home On Stunning Seaside Afternoon - IMRAN™

Being a Gemini, I love being able to multitask. Being able to do two beautiful magical things together is even a requirement. LOL.

Of course, it would have been fun to be landing my personal seaplane or helicopter on my yacht out in the ocean. Practically that would be more stressful than enjoying the same blessed experience at a much lower risk to do it for real by having my DJI Phantom 4 drone do some aerial selfies as I chose to manually land it (instead of the easier press of the Return To Home button).

It landed as I prepared to dock my Yamaha WaveRunner jet ski at my blessed home on gorgeous Tampa Bay on a magnificent Florida day. Please enjoy the magical day and magnificent bay.

 

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The little corella (Cacatua sanguinea), also known as the short-billed corella, bare-eyed cockatoo, blood-stained cockatoo, and little cockatoo is a white cockatoo native to Australia and southern New Guinea. It was known as Birdirra among the Yindjibarndi people of the central and western Pilbara. They would keep them as pets, or traditionally cook and eat them. The downy feathers are used in traditional ceremonies and dances where they adorn head and armbands.

 

Little corellas congregate in flocks of up to several thousand, which often include other birds such as galahs, sulphur-crested cockatoos and red-tailed black cockatoos. They generally roost in trees overnight, and fly off to feed in the early morning before returning in the late evening. Flocks will often fly many kilometres between their feeding and roosting areas, and in desert areas must also fly to watering holes twice a day, while corellas which live in coastal areas do not have to fly long distances to find water.

 

The call consists of high pitched notes and screeches somewhat similar to the sulfur-crested cockatoo. Large flocks will call simultaneously and can create a deafening screeching sound audible from several kilometers away.

"The equatorial Dead Zones began to develop in 2034. At first Middle America, Ecuador Venezuela and Colombia, later Brazil, Peru and Mexico. Simultaneously most of Africa and Indonesia. Refugees from South America easily overran our borders in California and Texas till 2036. A solution to the problem of illegal immigration was formed in order to overcome the issue. The USA deployed one third of its ground forces here, serving as border protection for the newly established Dead Zone perimeter in Mexico. The war against the country had only lasted a few days, the conflict following lasted multiple years. Even now the borderlands still are swarmed by smugglers and refugees. The USA are also far from controlling the black market ."

 

I had the plan to make a tan tank for half a year roughly, now I was finally able to actually do it. Personally, a tan tank sure is great when it is done, but don´t underrate the costs, literally. Getting the required pieces in tan was not only expensive, it also took some time. The diorama it is presented in was done due to the great popularity my earlier tank presentation diorama achieved. Special thanks to Julien for editing this one again and to Orion Pax for providing brown grass stalk pieces.

 

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日本語のあらすじ等は下の方にあります😃

 

B♭ (B Flat)

A Novel by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

 

“Synopsis”

A Palestinian group from Gaza hacks into North Korea’s cryptocurrency system, stealing hundreds of millions of dollars. Their true goal is not money—but to recreate the lost homeland of Gaza on American soil.

Amid the backdrop of hardline Republican immigration policies and a growing wave of xenophobia, a quiet plan begins to take shape: the gradual collapse of America from within.

During a speech at Madison Square Garden, Republican presidential candidate Justin Bradford is shot. Almost simultaneously in Los Angeles, former president Owen Reed is attacked at a rally for Democratic hopeful Ryan Bennett.

Two assassinations—mirroring one another—ignite a nation’s deepest divide. Yet, against all odds, Justin survives. His blood type is one in 2.5 million: the Bombay Blood Group.

The only person who can donate such blood is Anaya Patel, a community art facilitator working in Brooklyn. Her blood, stored in the Bellevue Hospital Blood Bank, is used for an emergency transfusion that saves the candidate’s life.

Jack Vance, an agent of the U.S. Secret Service, suspects a Gaza-based network behind the attacks. Together with Cameron Bartlett, the FBI Director of the Los Angeles Field Office, and Veronica Reeves, a senior investigator from New York, he begins to uncover a vast conspiracy.

Their investigation leads them to Rafi Gannam, a former architecture student at the Islamic University of Gaza, who has infiltrated redevelopment sites across Los Angeles and New York—embedding C4 explosives deep within beams and structural cores.

His targets: new residential districts where agents of ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and ERO (Enforcement and Removal Operations) live—symbols of “the order America built.”

Veronica urges the President to pursue dialogue to prevent further destruction, but President Grant M. Ranford refuses to listen.

Meanwhile, the recovering Justin and his Democratic rival Ryan appear on national television, calling for unity beyond political divisions.

Their words of reason, however, are drowned out when Grant takes the stage in Iowa, defiantly declaring: “We will never bow to terror.”

Among the crowd, Rafi’s operatives have already taken their positions.

As chaos erupts and the stage collapses, Amir Nasser—once Rafi’s comrade, haunted by the memory of his sister’s death in Gaza—tries desperately to halt the chain of destruction.

But Rafi’s conviction remains unshaken.

Under the twilight beneath the Williamsburg Bridge, amid the city’s fading noise, the two men part ways.

It is the boundary between prayer and vengeance, between hope and nothingness.

  

“Characters”

 

Anaya Patel – 25, Community Art Facilitator

Arjun Singh – 26, Anaya’s boyfriend, Luminatech Innovations

Mika Sato – 25, Anaya’s friend, Community Art Facilitator

 

Justin Bradford – 27, Republican Presidential Candidate

Eleanor Blake – 26, Justin’s fiancée

 

President Grant M. Langford – 61, Incumbent Republican President

Vice President Charles “Chuck” Baines – 64, Incumbent Republican Vice President

 

Ryan Bennett – 30, Democratic Presidential Candidate

Sophia Bennett – 30, Ryan’s wife

Owen Reed – 65, Former Democratic President

 

Jack Vance – 45, Secret Service, Former FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Ben Holloway – 30, Jack’s colleague

Darryl Ross – 29, Jack’s colleague

Elijah Kane – 28, Jack’s colleague

 

Marcus Dane – 45, FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Cameron Bartlett – 55, FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Field Office Director

Tom Caldwell – 38, FBI Technical Unit, Marcus’s subordinate

 

Veronica Reeves – 41, FBI Special Agent

Alexander Harris – 52, FBI New York Field Office, Field Office Director

Elliot Chen – 36, Technology Unit Chief

Alicia Monroe – 58, FBI Director

 

Zakaria Haddad – 51, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Engineering Professor, New York Team

Amir Nasser – 23, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Electronics Engineering, New York Team

Rafi Gannam – 32, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

Rohan Shah – 29, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

 

Majid Hamza – 47, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Information Technology, Los Angeles Team

Samira Hammad – 28, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Engineering, Los Angeles Team

Saeed Kabari – 35, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Business Administration, Los Angeles Team

Reem Nasser – 30, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Media Studies, Los Angeles Team

 

Noah Levi – 55, Israel, residing in Tel Aviv, Jewish

  

B♭ will be released worldwide on February 29, 2026.

Recently, director Ridley Scott remarked that streaming films and series have become dull.

I agree.

If you have two hours to spare for such stories, I ask for only two minutes of your time.

Two minutes with my novel will outlast those two hours.

I am confident of that.

  

Stay tuned.

Mitsushiro

October 9th, 2025

 

P.S.

Micchan — the man who challenges Netflix. 😃

  

(Nikon Coolpix 8700 shot)

 

Manhattan. New York. USA. 2007. … 10 / 10

 

(Photo of the day. This has already been published, but I recently re-edited it from the original.)

  

Images.

5 Seconds of Summers - I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again

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My new novel:

B♭ (B-flat)

There’s still more to come. 😃

(This is not the final draft.)

Set in New York City.

 

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:: Soundtrack ::

 

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack )

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...

 

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . For Japanese)

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Sweet Summer rain ver.)

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Hard days ver.)

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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:

youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV

  

My new novel:

B♭ (B-flat)

Notes

1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"

•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.

•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).

•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.

•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.

2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing

youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K

3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally

youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT

  

Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 402 _.Copyright©︎2025 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

 

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West 20th Street~West 40th Street

  

僕の新しい小説

 B♭ (ビーフラット) ……. Mitsushiro Nakagawa

  

“あらすじ”

 

北朝鮮の仮想通貨システムをハッキングし、数億ドルを奪取したガザ出身のパレスチナ人グループが、アメリカ合衆国へ密かに潜入する。

彼らの目的は、失われた祖国ガザを、アメリカの地に「復元」することだった。

共和党による強硬な移民政策と、国内にくすぶる排外感情を利用し、アメリカ社会を内側から崩壊させる計画が静かに進行していく。

共和党大統領候補ジャスティン・ブラッドフォードがマディソン・スクエア・ガーデンで演説中に狙撃され、ほぼ同時刻、ロサンゼルスでは前大統領オーウェン・リードもまた、民主党候補ライアン・ベネットの集会で撃たれる。

国家を二分する双方向の暗殺。だが、ジャスティンは奇跡的に生還する。

彼の血液型は、世界でわずか250万人に一人といわれる「ボンベイブラッド」。

その希少な血を提供できたのは、ブルックリンで活動するコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター、アナヤ・パテルだった。

彼女の血液はベルビュー病院の血液バンクに保存されており、緊急輸血によって、候補者の命はかろうじて繋がれた。

シークレットサービスのジャック・バンスは、テロの背後にガザ出身の組織が関与していることを察知し、FBIロサンゼルス支局長官キャメロン・バートレット、ニューヨーク支局の特別捜査官ヴェロニカ・リーブスと共に捜査を進める。

やがて彼らは、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムが、ロサンゼルスやニューヨークの再開発現場に潜入し、梁や構造体の中枢にC4爆薬を仕込んでいた事実に辿り着く。

標的は、ICE(移民・関税執行局)やERO(執行・送還作戦部門)の職員が暮らす新興住宅街——すなわち、「アメリカが築いた秩序」そのものだった。

ヴェロニカは、これ以上の破壊を防ぐため、大統領への対話を進言するが、現職のグラント・ランフォード大統領は耳を貸さない。

一方、命を取り留めたジャスティンと民主党候補ライアンは、テレビを通じて国民に訴えかけ、分断を乗り越えようとする。

だが、その理性の声を嘲笑うかのように、グラントはアイオワ州での演説を強行し、「テロには屈しない」と宣言する。

その会場には、すでにラフィの仲間が率いる工作チームが潜入していた。

崩壊する会場の惨状を前に、仲間の一人アミール・ナッセルは、かつてガザで妹を失った記憶に引き裂かれ、破壊の連鎖を止めようとする。

だが、ラフィの信念は揺るがない。

ウィリアムズバーグ橋の下、夕暮れの喧騒のなか、二人は決別する。

それは、祈りと報復、希望と虚無の境界線だった——。

 

“登場人物”

 

アナヤ・パテル 25歳 コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

アルジュン・シン 26歳 アナヤの恋人・ルミナテック・イノベーションズ社

 

佐藤 ミカ 25歳 アナの友人・コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

 

ジャスティン・ブラッドフォード 27歳 共和党大統領候補

エリノア・ブレイク 26歳 ジャスティンの婚約者

 

グラント・M・ランフォード大統領 61歳 共和党大統領現職

チャールズ・ベインズ副大統領 64歳 共和党副大統領現職

 

ライアン・ベネット 30歳 民主党大統領候補

ソフィア・ベネット 30歳 ライアンの妻

 

オーウェン・リード 65歳 民主党前大統領

 

ジャック・バンス 45歳 シークレットサービス 元FBIロサンゼルス支局

ベン・ホロウェイ 30歳 ジャックの同僚

ダリル・ロス 29歳 ジャックの同僚

イライジャ・ケイン 28歳 ジャックの同僚

 

マーカス・デイン 45歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局

キャメロン・バートレット 55歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局 支局長

トム・コールドウェル 38歳 FBI技術班 マーカスの部下

 

ヴェロニカ・リーヴス 41歳 FBI特別捜査官

アレクサンダー・ハリス 52歳 FBI ニューヨーク支局 支局長

エリオット・チェン 36歳 テクノロジー班主任

 

アリシア・モンロー 58歳 FBI長官

 

ザカリア・ハッダード 51歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 工学部教授 ニューヨークチーム

アミール・ナッセル 23歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 電子工学部 ニューヨークチーム

ラフィ・ガンナム 32歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム

ロハン・シャー 29歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム

 

マジード・ハムザ 47歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 情報技術学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

サミラ・ハンマド 28歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 工学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

サイード・カバリ 35歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 経営学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

リーム・ナセル 30歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 メディア学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

 

ノア・レヴィ 55歳 イスラエル テルアビブ在住 ユダヤ人

  

僕のこの小説は、来年、2026年2月末日に公開します。

 

先日、リドリースコット監督がサブスクの映画やドラマ群がつまらないと話していたようだけど、同感です。

僕も非常に退屈です。

それらに2時間を要するなら、僕の小説を2分間だけ読んで欲しい。

その2分間は、2時間を越えるでしょう。

僕は自信があります。

ぜひ、期待してお待ちください。

 

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

09th. Oct . 2025.

  

追伸

ネトフリに挑戦する男、みっちゃん。😃

  

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マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2007. … 10 / 10

 

(今日の写真。それは発表済みです。しかし最近、オリジナルから再編集しました。)

  

Images.

5 Seconds of Summers - I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again

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僕の新しい小説。

 B♭ (ビーフラット)

 

舞台はニューヨークです。

 

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:: Soundtrack ::

 

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack )

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...

 

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . For Japanese)

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-for-jap...

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Sweet Summer rain ver.)

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-sweet-s...

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Hard days ver.)

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-hard-da...

 

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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:

youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV

  

追記 この小説を多少説明しました。

youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV

  

メモ

 

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「Bombay型(ボンベイ型、hh型)」

•特徴:通常のABO血液型を持たない(A、B、Oに分類されない)特殊な型。

•発見地:1952年、インド・ムンバイ(旧ボンベイ)で初めて確認。

•発生頻度:インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。

•輸血制限:同じBombay型しか輸血できない。

 

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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』

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Shots fired at Trump rally

youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT

  

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Simultaneous cloud to ground lightning bolts light up the South Dakota sky.

Simultaneously looking cozy and mischievous.

"...is an interactive video installation that invites the participant to move in front of a large video projection screen. As the person moves, his or her image is recorded by a video camera and passed on to a computer with special image processing capabilities. The person's silhouette or outline is extracted, assigned a color based on the instant that it was recorded, and projected onto the screen. Over time the images build up, creating a painting based on the movement. Simultaneously the colors are "rotated", creating an animation in "real time". Two hundred fifty six colors can be displayed on the screen at one time, from a palette of over 16 million. The palette and effects change in a pre-programmed sequence, repeating approximately every five minutes. Since people are always doing new things with the exhibit, the images never repeat. Each installation is unique. New software is constantly being developed and incorporated in new works. To date there have been over sixty Recollections systems installed worldwide. Recollections is an Artwork that is completed by the viewer; it is a collaboration. Even the most inhibited people seem to rise to the occasion and create beautiful images. Using it is an unforgettable experience for many, with educational benefits in the areas of color, form, movement, and computer graphics." (www.et-arts.com/reco.htm)

Amtrak Acela and an MBTA local depart Boston's Back Bay station simultaneously. The next and final stop for both trains is only minutes away at South Station.

 

AMTRAK 2021 Acela

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The Gospel According to Pasolini

 

The Gospel According to Pasolini

 

THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ST MATTHEW(Il Vangelo Secondo Matteo)

 

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Before talking about the procession of the Holy Crucifix of Aracoeli which is held in the town of San Marco d'Alunzio (in the province of Messina), I make a brief introduction, this "photographic story" was created with photographs taken both during the procession of this year 2024, and during the procession of last year 2023, this meant, in some cases, that in some key moments of the procession the shots were taken simultaneously from two different angles, as if I had been in "bilocation", this because this year I chose a different perspective than last year. The procession begins on the morning of the last Friday of March each year, however there is an exception to this rule, when it coincides with Good Friday, which happened this year, then the procession is brought forward to the previous Friday. That of the SS. Crucifix of Aracoeli is an ancient penitential rite, on the day of the feast of the Crucifix in San Marco d'Alunzio the Holy Mass is celebrated in the Church of Aracoeli, therefore the SS. Crucifix (which is found in the church at the end of the right nave, at its feet the picture of the Virgin of Sorrows pierced by seven swords) is removed from the hook on which it is hanging, is taken outside the church, then raised and fixed on the float , and so (after the sermon of the priest who climbed onto the float next to the Crucifix) the Crucifix with the picture of his Sorrowful Mother underneath, then both placed on the float, are carried in procession by the Babbaluti, who proceed invoking the pity and mercy of the Lord with a faint lament that continually repeats “Signuri, Misericordia, Pietà!”. San Marco d'Alunzio is a pleasant town in the Messina area, located in the Nebrodi mountains, in Sicily; the procession takes place in honor of the Holy Crucifix of Araceli, this is a religious-penitential occasion also known as the "procession of the babbaluti", they are those who, by vote or by grace received, have decided to carry during the procession on their shoulders the float with the Crucifix and the painting; they head to the nearby Church of Santa Maria dei Poveri or to some private home nearby where, sheltered from the curiosity of the faithful, they wear a simple but characteristic indigo-coloured cloth habit, consisting of a tunic and a conical-shaped hood such to cover the entire body and leave only the eyes and hands free, it is not uncommon, however, that among the penitents, made anonymous by the habit they wear, there are also women, who, to avoid any possibility of recognition, wear a pair of gloves; the babbaluti are 33 in number to commemorate the 33 years of Christ, the number is odd, in fact the 33rd babbaluto does not wear the float, he (should be the "chief of float") proceeds backwards, turning his gaze to Christ and to His Mother, and at the same time checks that everything is in order among the babbaluti (this is a way of proceeding in carrying the float, which is present in various Sicilian religious processions). Then, the 32 (+1) "babbaluti" carry on their shoulders the launch bearing the Holy Crucifix of the Araceli church (the statue of Christ was created by Scipione Li Volsi, in the year 1652, he was a sculptor and plasterer of the Sicilian Baroque), at whose feet, on the float, the painting of Our Lady of Sorrows is tied, which appears pierced by seven swords (an 18th century painting). Before the start of the procession, the babbaluti advance barefoot wearing only heavy handmade raw wool socks. Before entering the church they must walk a purification path: when they arrive near the ancient church of Araceli , they bend down and kiss the ground, thus receiving permission to enter the church, but this happens from a side door, called "false door" (in Sicilian dialect “porta fausa”), once they enter the church laterally, they now emerge from the main entrance, thus being able to take their places, kneeling at the front and behind, of the float; the priest's long-awaited speech will follow, once finished, the procession can begin which takes place through the streets of the picturesque and welcoming town of San Marco d'Alunzio. Along the route the Babbaluti pace their pace accompanied by the sad and plaintive jugulation that invokes the Lord. There are devout men and women who proceed together with the mugglers, walking alongside the float, touching it, now caressing it... just to have physical (and consequently spiritual) contact with it. Finally, after having completed a specific route, the procession returns to the ancient church (of Norman origins) of Aracoeli. Whenever I am present at this touching occasion I am completely flooded with emotions (which however I cannot abandon myself to, I would lose concentration in taking the photos), the highlight is when the Crucified Christ is removed from the hook fixed on the wall by expert men, and then be carried (seems to float) above the heads of the devotees, supported with their hands, right outside the church, and be hoisted and fixed on the float; in these moments of intense emotion it is common to see in the eyes of the devotees, shining with tears, that profound emotion of their relationship with this Christ, which has always lasted: it is as if they found themselves in the presence of the true Christ, in flesh and blood, this it is the atmosphere you experience in those moments, this is the magic of the procession of the SS. Crucifix and his Mother, represented by the painting of Our Lady of Sorrows pierced by seven swords (iconography of Spanish origin).

  

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Madre io vorrei

 

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Prima di parlare della processione del Santissimo Crocifisso di Aracoeli che si tiene nel paese di San Marco d’Alunzio (in provincia di Messina), faccio una breve premessa, questo “racconto fotografico” è stato realizzato con fotografie scattate sia durante la processione di quest’anno 2024, sia durante la processione dello scorso anno 2023, questo ha comportato, in alcuni casi, che in alcuni momenti salienti della processione gli scatti siano stati realizzati contemporaneamente da due angolazioni diverse, come se io fossi stato in “bilocazione”, questo perché quest’anno ho scelto una prospettiva differente da quella dello scorso anno. La processione inizia la mattina dell’ultimo venerdì del mese di marzo di ogni anno, c’è però una eccezione a questa regola, quando avviene la coincidenza col Venerdì Santo, cosa accaduta quest’anno, allora la processione viene anticipata al venerdì precedente. Quella del SS.Crocifisso di Aracoeli è un antico rito penitenziale, il giorno della festa del Crocifisso a San Marco d'Alunzio viene celebrata la S. Messa nella Chiesa dell'Aracoeli, quindi il SS. Crocifisso (che si trova nella chiesa in fondo alla navata di destra, ai suoi piedi il quadro della Vergine Addolorata. trafitta da sette spade) viene tolto dal gancio sul quale è appeso, viene portato all’esterno della chiesa, quindi innalzato e fissato sulla vara, e così (dopo il sermone del sacerdote salito sulla vara accanto al Crocifisso) il Crocifisso con sotto il quadro di sua Madre Addolorata, quindi messi entrambi sulla vara, vengono portati in processione dai Babbaluti, che procedono invocando la pietà e la misericordia del Signore con un flebile lamento che ripete continuamente “Signuri, Misericordia, Pietà!”. San Marco d’Alunzio è un ameno paese del territorio Messinese, sito sui monti Nebrodi, in Sicilia; la processione si svolge proprio in onore del Santissimo Crocifisso di Araceli, è questa una ricorrenza religioso-penitenziale conosciuta anche come "processione dei babbaluti", essi sono coloro che per voto o per grazia ricevuta, hanno deciso di portare in processione sulle loro spalle il fercolo con il Crocifisso ed il quadro; essi si dirigono nella vicina Chiesa di Santa Maria dei Poveri o in qualche abitazione privata lì vicino dove, al riparo dalla curiosità dei fedeli, indossano un semplice ma caratteristico saio di tela di colore indaco, costituito da una tunica e un cappuccio di forma conica tale da coprire l'intero corpo e lasciare liberi solo gli occhi e le mani, non è raro purtuttavia che tra i penitenti, resi anonimi dal saio che indossano, vi siano anche delle donne, le quali per evitare qualsiasi possibilità di riconoscimento, indossano un paio di guanti; i babbaluti sono in numero di 33 per rievocare i 33 anni di Cristo, il numero è dispari, infatti il 33° babbaluto non porta la vara, egli (dovrebbe essere il “capo vara”) procede all’indietro, rivolgendo lo sguardo al Cristo ed a sua Madre, e nel contempo controlla che tutto sia in ordine tra i babbaluti (questo è un modo di procedere nel portare la vara o fercolo, che è presente in diverse processioni religiose siciliane). Quindi, i 32 (+1) "babbaluti" portano sulle loro spalle la vara che reca il Santo Crocifisso della chiesa dell’Araceli (la statua del Cristo è stata creata da Scipione Li Volsi, nell'anno 1652, egli fu uno scultore e stuccatore del barocco SIciliano), ai cui piedi, sulla vara, viene legato il quadro della Madonna Addolorata, che appare trafitta da sette spade ( un dipinto del XVIII secolo). I babbaluti prima dell'inizio della processione avanzano a piedi scalzi indossando solo delle pesanti calze di lana grezza realizzate a mano, devono percorrere, prima di entrare in chiesa, un cammino di purificazione: quando essi giungono in prossimità dell'antica chiesa dell'Araceli, essi si chinano e baciano in terra, ricevendo in tal modo il permesso per poter accedere dentro la chiesa, questo però avviene da una porta laterale, chiamata "falsa porta" (In dialetto siciliano “porta fausa”), una volta entrati in chiesa lateralmente, ora fuoriescono dall'ingresso principale, potendo così prendere posto, inginocchiandosi sul davanti ed alle spalle, della vara; seguirà l'atteso discorso del sacerdote, terminato, potrà iniziare la processione che si svolge per le vie del pittoresco ed accogliente paese di San Marco d'Alunzio. Lungo il percorso i Babbaluti cadenzano la propria andatura accompagnandosi alla mesta e lamentosa giugulatoria che invoca il Signore . Ci sono uomini e donne devoti che procedono assieme ai babbaluti camminando a lato della vara, toccandola, ora accarezzandola...pur di avere un contatto fisico (e di rimando spirituale) con essa. Infine, dopo aver compiuto un preciso percorso, la processione fa rientro nell'antica chiesa (di origini Normanne) dell'Aracoeli. Ogniqualvolta sono presente a questa toccante ricorrenza sono completamente inondato da emozioni (alle quali però non posso abbandonarmi, perderei la concentrazione nel realizzare le foto), il momento clou è quando il Cristo Crocifisso viene tolto dal gancio fissato sul muro da uomini esperti, per poi essere portato (sembra galleggiare) sopra la testa dei devoti, sostenuto con le mani, fin fuori la chiesa, ed essere issato e fissato sulla vara; in questi momenti di intensa emozione è comune vedere negli occhi dei devoti, lucidi di lacrime, quella emozione profonda del loro rapporto con questo Cristo, che dura da sempre: è come se si trovassero al cospetto del Cristo vero, in carne ed ossa, questa è l’atmosfera che si vive in quei momenti, questa è la magia della processione del SS. Crocifisso e di Sua Madre, rappresentata dal quadro dell’Addolorata trafitta da sette spade (iconografia di origine spagnola).

 

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Settimana Santa a San Marco d'Alunzio, la particolare festa del Crocifisso e dei Babbaluti

  

San Marco d'Alunzio: tradizione e devozione nella Festa del Crocifisso

 

la storia dei babbaluti

  

Festa del Crocifisso 22 Marzo 2024 - Ennio Priola

  

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Il Vangelo secondo Matteo (discorso della montagna) - Pier Paolo Pasolini

  

The Gospel According to Matthew (1964) - trailer

 

The Gospel According to St Matthew (1964) - Pasolini

  

The Gospel According to St. Matthew 1965

  

"La Fuga in Egitto" secondo Pasolini

  

Il Vangelo secondo Matteo - Film Completo Full Movie by Film&Clips

 

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Built simultaneously in 1827 for two different owners, these houses were originally very similar in appearance. Clearly, subsequent owners have had other ideas. Details of their contrasting alterations can be found in a New York Times article here:

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Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon

 

The Grand Canyon is a steep-sided canyon carved by the Colorado River in Arizona, United States. The Grand Canyon is 277 miles (446 km) long, up to 18 miles (29 km) wide and attains a depth of over a mile (6,093 feet or 1,857 meters).

 

The canyon and adjacent rim are contained within Grand Canyon National Park, the Kaibab National Forest, Grand Canyon–Parashant National Monument, the Hualapai Indian Reservation, the Havasupai Indian Reservation and the Navajo Nation. The surrounding area is contained within the Baaj Nwaavjo I'tah Kukveni – Ancestral Footprints of the Grand Canyon National Monument. President Theodore Roosevelt was a major proponent of the preservation of the Grand Canyon area and visited it on numerous occasions to hunt and enjoy the scenery.

 

Nearly two billion years of Earth's geological history have been exposed as the Colorado River and its tributaries cut their channels through layer after layer of rock while the Colorado Plateau was uplifted. While some aspects about the history of incision of the canyon are debated by geologists, several recent studies support the hypothesis that the Colorado River established its course through the area about 5 to 6 million years ago. Since that time, the Colorado River has driven the down-cutting of the tributaries and retreat of the cliffs, simultaneously deepening and widening the canyon.

 

For thousands of years, the area has been continuously inhabited by Native Americans, who built settlements within the canyon and its many caves. The Pueblo people considered the Grand Canyon a holy site, and made pilgrimages to it. The first European known to have viewed the Grand Canyon was García López de Cárdenas from Spain, who arrived in 1540.

 

Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Canyon_National_Park

 

Grand Canyon National Park is a national park of the United States located in northwestern Arizona, the 15th site to have been named as a national park. The park's central feature is the Grand Canyon, a gorge of the Colorado River, which is often considered one of the Wonders of the World. The park, which covers 1,217,262 acres (1,901.972 sq mi; 4,926.08 km2) of unincorporated area in Coconino and Mohave counties, received more than 4.7 million recreational visitors in 2023. The Grand Canyon was designated a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in 1979. The park celebrated its 100th anniversary on February 26, 2019.

 

Source: www.nps.gov/grca/index.htm

 

Entirely within the state of Arizona, the park encompasses 278 miles (447 km) of the Colorado River and adjacent uplands. Located on the ancestral homelands of 11 present day Tribal Communities, Grand Canyon is one of the most spectacular examples of erosion anywhere in the world—a mile deep canyon unmatched in the incomparable vistas it offers visitors from both north and south rims.

 

Additional Foreign Language Tags:

 

(United States) "الولايات المتحدة" "Vereinigte Staaten" "アメリカ" "米国" "美国" "미국" "Estados Unidos" "États-Unis" "ארצות הברית" "संयुक्त राज्य" "США"

 

(Arizona) "أريزونا" "亚利桑那州" "אריזונה" "एरिजोना" "アリゾナ州" "애리조나" "Аризона"

 

(Grand Canyon) "جراند كانيون" "大峡谷" "גרנד קניון" "ग्रांड कैन्यन" "グランドキャニオン" "그랜드 캐니언" "Гранд-Каньон" "Gran Cañón"

Title:

For a moment

  

日本語のあらすじ等は下の方にあります😃

 

B♭ (B Flat)

A Novel by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

 

“Synopsis”

A Palestinian group from Gaza hacks into North Korea’s cryptocurrency system, stealing hundreds of millions of dollars. Their true goal is not money—but to recreate the lost homeland of Gaza on American soil.

Amid the backdrop of hardline Republican immigration policies and a growing wave of xenophobia, a quiet plan begins to take shape: the gradual collapse of America from within.

During a speech at Madison Square Garden, Republican presidential candidate Justin Bradford is shot. Almost simultaneously in Los Angeles, former president Owen Reed is attacked at a rally for Democratic hopeful Ryan Bennett.

Two assassinations—mirroring one another—ignite a nation’s deepest divide. Yet, against all odds, Justin survives. His blood type is one in 2.5 million: the Bombay Blood Group.

The only person who can donate such blood is Anaya Patel, a community art facilitator working in Brooklyn. Her blood, stored in the Bellevue Hospital Blood Bank, is used for an emergency transfusion that saves the candidate’s life.

Jack Vance, an agent of the U.S. Secret Service, suspects a Gaza-based network behind the attacks. Together with Cameron Bartlett, the FBI Director of the Los Angeles Field Office, and Veronica Reeves, a senior investigator from New York, he begins to uncover a vast conspiracy.

Their investigation leads them to Rafi Gannam, a former architecture student at the Islamic University of Gaza, who has infiltrated redevelopment sites across Los Angeles and New York—embedding C4 explosives deep within beams and structural cores.

His targets: new residential districts where agents of ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and ERO (Enforcement and Removal Operations) live—symbols of “the order America built.”

Veronica urges the President to pursue dialogue to prevent further destruction, but President Grant M. Ranford refuses to listen.

Meanwhile, the recovering Justin and his Democratic rival Ryan appear on national television, calling for unity beyond political divisions.

Their words of reason, however, are drowned out when Grant takes the stage in Iowa, defiantly declaring: “We will never bow to terror.”

Among the crowd, Rafi’s operatives have already taken their positions.

As chaos erupts and the stage collapses, Amir Nasser—once Rafi’s comrade, haunted by the memory of his sister’s death in Gaza—tries desperately to halt the chain of destruction.

But Rafi’s conviction remains unshaken.

Under the twilight beneath the Williamsburg Bridge, amid the city’s fading noise, the two men part ways.

It is the boundary between prayer and vengeance, between hope and nothingness.

  

“Characters”

 

Anaya Patel – 25, Community Art Facilitator

Arjun Singh – 26, Anaya’s boyfriend, Luminatech Innovations

Mika Sato – 25, Anaya’s friend, Community Art Facilitator

 

Justin Bradford – 27, Republican Presidential Candidate

Eleanor Blake – 26, Justin’s fiancée

 

President Grant M. Langford – 61, Incumbent Republican President

Vice President Charles “Chuck” Baines – 64, Incumbent Republican Vice President

 

Ryan Bennett – 30, Democratic Presidential Candidate

Sophia Bennett – 30, Ryan’s wife

Owen Reed – 65, Former Democratic President

 

Jack Vance – 45, Secret Service, Former FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Ben Holloway – 30, Jack’s colleague

Darryl Ross – 29, Jack’s colleague

Elijah Kane – 28, Jack’s colleague

 

Marcus Dane – 45, FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Cameron Bartlett – 55, FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Field Office Director

Tom Caldwell – 38, FBI Technical Unit, Marcus’s subordinate

 

Veronica Reeves – 41, FBI Special Agent

Alexander Harris – 52, FBI New York Field Office, Field Office Director

Elliot Chen – 36, Technology Unit Chief

Alicia Monroe – 58, FBI Director

 

Zakaria Haddad – 51, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Engineering Professor, New York Team

Amir Nasser – 23, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Electronics Engineering, New York Team

Rafi Gannam – 32, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

Rohan Shah – 29, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

 

Majid Hamza – 47, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Information Technology, Los Angeles Team

Samira Hammad – 28, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Engineering, Los Angeles Team

Saeed Kabari – 35, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Business Administration, Los Angeles Team

Reem Nasser – 30, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Media Studies, Los Angeles Team

 

Noah Levi – 55, Israel, residing in Tel Aviv, Jewish

  

B♭ will be released worldwide on February 29, 2026.

Recently, director Ridley Scott remarked that streaming films and series have become dull.

I agree.

If you have two hours to spare for such stories, I ask for only two minutes of your time.

Two minutes with my novel will outlast those two hours.

I am confident of that.

  

Stay tuned.

Mitsushiro

October 9th, 2025

 

P.S.

Micchan — the man who challenges Netflix. 😃

  

(Nikon Coolpix 8700 shot)

 

Manhattan. New York. USA. 2007. … 9 / 10

 

(Photo of the day. This has already been published, but I recently re-edited it from the original.)

  

Images.

5 Seconds of Summers - I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again

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My new novel:

B♭ (B-flat)

There’s still more to come. 😃

(This is not the final draft.)

Set in New York City.

 

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:: Soundtrack ::

 

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack )

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . For Japanese)

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Sweet Summer rain ver.)

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Hard days ver.)

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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:

youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV

  

My new novel:

B♭ (B-flat)

Notes

1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"

•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.

•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).

•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.

•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.

2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing

youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K

3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally

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Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 402 _.Copyright©︎2025 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

 

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Title:

For a moment

  

僕の新しい小説

 B♭ (ビーフラット) ……. Mitsushiro Nakagawa

  

“あらすじ”

 

北朝鮮の仮想通貨システムをハッキングし、数億ドルを奪取したガザ出身のパレスチナ人グループが、アメリカ合衆国へ密かに潜入する。

彼らの目的は、失われた祖国ガザを、アメリカの地に「復元」することだった。

共和党による強硬な移民政策と、国内にくすぶる排外感情を利用し、アメリカ社会を内側から崩壊させる計画が静かに進行していく。

共和党大統領候補ジャスティン・ブラッドフォードがマディソン・スクエア・ガーデンで演説中に狙撃され、ほぼ同時刻、ロサンゼルスでは前大統領オーウェン・リードもまた、民主党候補ライアン・ベネットの集会で撃たれる。

国家を二分する双方向の暗殺。だが、ジャスティンは奇跡的に生還する。

彼の血液型は、世界でわずか250万人に一人といわれる「ボンベイブラッド」。

その希少な血を提供できたのは、ブルックリンで活動するコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター、アナヤ・パテルだった。

彼女の血液はベルビュー病院の血液バンクに保存されており、緊急輸血によって、候補者の命はかろうじて繋がれた。

シークレットサービスのジャック・バンスは、テロの背後にガザ出身の組織が関与していることを察知し、FBIロサンゼルス支局長官キャメロン・バートレット、ニューヨーク支局の特別捜査官ヴェロニカ・リーブスと共に捜査を進める。

やがて彼らは、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムが、ロサンゼルスやニューヨークの再開発現場に潜入し、梁や構造体の中枢にC4爆薬を仕込んでいた事実に辿り着く。

標的は、ICE(移民・関税執行局)やERO(執行・送還作戦部門)の職員が暮らす新興住宅街——すなわち、「アメリカが築いた秩序」そのものだった。

ヴェロニカは、これ以上の破壊を防ぐため、大統領への対話を進言するが、現職のグラント・ランフォード大統領は耳を貸さない。

一方、命を取り留めたジャスティンと民主党候補ライアンは、テレビを通じて国民に訴えかけ、分断を乗り越えようとする。

だが、その理性の声を嘲笑うかのように、グラントはアイオワ州での演説を強行し、「テロには屈しない」と宣言する。

その会場には、すでにラフィの仲間が率いる工作チームが潜入していた。

崩壊する会場の惨状を前に、仲間の一人アミール・ナッセルは、かつてガザで妹を失った記憶に引き裂かれ、破壊の連鎖を止めようとする。

だが、ラフィの信念は揺るがない。

ウィリアムズバーグ橋の下、夕暮れの喧騒のなか、二人は決別する。

それは、祈りと報復、希望と虚無の境界線だった——。

 

“登場人物”

 

アナヤ・パテル 25歳 コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

アルジュン・シン 26歳 アナヤの恋人・ルミナテック・イノベーションズ社

 

佐藤 ミカ 25歳 アナの友人・コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

 

ジャスティン・ブラッドフォード 27歳 共和党大統領候補

エリノア・ブレイク 26歳 ジャスティンの婚約者

 

グラント・M・ランフォード大統領 61歳 共和党大統領現職

チャールズ・ベインズ副大統領 64歳 共和党副大統領現職

 

ライアン・ベネット 30歳 民主党大統領候補

ソフィア・ベネット 30歳 ライアンの妻

 

オーウェン・リード 65歳 民主党前大統領

 

ジャック・バンス 45歳 シークレットサービス 元FBIロサンゼルス支局

ベン・ホロウェイ 30歳 ジャックの同僚

ダリル・ロス 29歳 ジャックの同僚

イライジャ・ケイン 28歳 ジャックの同僚

 

マーカス・デイン 45歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局

キャメロン・バートレット 55歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局 支局長

トム・コールドウェル 38歳 FBI技術班 マーカスの部下

 

ヴェロニカ・リーヴス 41歳 FBI特別捜査官

アレクサンダー・ハリス 52歳 FBI ニューヨーク支局 支局長

エリオット・チェン 36歳 テクノロジー班主任

 

アリシア・モンロー 58歳 FBI長官

 

ザカリア・ハッダード 51歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 工学部教授 ニューヨークチーム

アミール・ナッセル 23歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 電子工学部 ニューヨークチーム

ラフィ・ガンナム 32歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム

ロハン・シャー 29歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム

 

マジード・ハムザ 47歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 情報技術学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

サミラ・ハンマド 28歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 工学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

サイード・カバリ 35歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 経営学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

リーム・ナセル 30歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 メディア学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

 

ノア・レヴィ 55歳 イスラエル テルアビブ在住 ユダヤ人

  

僕のこの小説は、来年、2026年2月末日に公開します。

 

先日、リドリースコット監督がサブスクの映画やドラマ群がつまらないと話していたようだけど、同感です。

僕も非常に退屈です。

それらに2時間を要するなら、僕の小説を2分間だけ読んで欲しい。

その2分間は、2時間を越えるでしょう。

僕は自信があります。

ぜひ、期待してお待ちください。

 

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

09th. Oct . 2025.

  

追伸

ネトフリに挑戦する男、みっちゃん。😃

  

( Nikon coolpix 8700 shot )

 

マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2007. … 9 / 10

 

(今日の写真。それは発表済みです。しかし最近、オリジナルから再編集しました。)

  

Images.

5 Seconds of Summers - I'm Scared I'll Never Sleep Again

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僕の新しい小説。

 B♭ (ビーフラット)

 

舞台はニューヨークです。

 

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:: Soundtrack ::

 

B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack )

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . For Japanese)

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Sweet Summer rain ver.)

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B♭ ( My Novel . Soundtrack . Hard days ver.)

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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:

youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV

  

追記 この小説を多少説明しました。

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メモ

 

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「Bombay型(ボンベイ型、hh型)」

•特徴:通常のABO血液型を持たない(A、B、Oに分類されない)特殊な型。

•発見地:1952年、インド・ムンバイ(旧ボンベイ)で初めて確認。

•発生頻度:インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。

•輸血制限:同じBombay型しか輸血できない。

 

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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』

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Shots fired at Trump rally

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Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 402 _.Copyright©︎2025 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

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The race of two mighty modern-day trains (although certainly not nearly as dramatic as the NYC and PRR racing out of Englewood station back in the days of steam !) – On the left a BNSF grain empties, and on the right a Union Pacific manifest are simultaneously departing Superior, Wisconsin.

 

Just ahead at Boylston Junction, the UP 8091 will curve off to the left down the BNSFs Hinkley sub in a southward direction - And the BNSF 4158 will continue on the BNSFs Lakes sub heading west. – September 29th, 2017 ~~ A Jeff Hampton Photograph ©

  

Fenicotteri rosa - Maremma toscana

 

All rights reserved - copyright © Giancarlo Gabbrielli

"Venice Beach: proof of the biological impossibility of imagining a person being simultaneously good-looking and poor."

 

Douglas Coupland

Happy Holidays! Finishing my work in Lightroom 4 now, and uploading new video of the goddesses!

 

Enjoy the video shot at the same time as the stills:

 

youtu.be/4TaO0Dh69HI (this video was shot while I took one of my most famous & most-viewed photographs ever! be sure to watch in full 1080p hd!)

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3TvbZgl6Af4 (some more video of the goddess!)

 

Canon 5D Mark II Photos of Beautiful Swimsuit Bikini Model Goddess!

 

The video was shot with the awesome Panasonic X900MK 3MOS 3D Full HD SD Camcorder. I highly recommend it!

 

The goddess was tall, thin, and fit, with long, natural brown hair, pretty blue eyes, and a great smile!

Cute freckles!

  

It was a nice sunny, windless, warm, winter's day out on the beach, where the sun stays low all day for epic shooting!

 

Shooting simultaneous stills & video rocks! I do it on every shoot now, while also mounting several stationary DSLRs/camcorders for video in addition to the Panasonic or Sony Camcorder bracketed to my Canon 5D or Nikon D800E.

 

The sea & sand goddess was tall, thin, fit, and athletic, with gorgerous brown hair and pretty blue eyes and long legs! She's a dancer! Wearing a pink polka-dot bikini!

 

Pretty freckles too!

 

May the Hero's Journey Mythology goddesses guide and inspire you throughout the new year!

After the NGRF's simultaneous attacks on numerous North American Union (NAU) embassies, the Union was finally prompted to enter into the war. The Panthera was their first full production VCS but not far behind it was the Lanius.

 

The Lanius is one of the very few Variable VCS (VVCS) units. It was designed to be a VCS unit that could be deployed from aircraft carriers to strike at long-distance targets. The Lanius is comparable to the URE's Shrike II, but more heavily armored at the cost of maneuverability in VCS mode. It is capable of carrying a variety of different ordnance, in addition to different weapons for use in VCS mode. It has seen success in making strikes on NGRF trade routes in the Mediterranean, as well as attacking coastal targets in Italy and the Balkan Peninsula.

 

This is the result of a longstanding urge to build a decent jetformer that transforms into something more reminiscent of an actual jet than stuff like the Shrike II. This transforms entirely without removing parts aside from the missiles & guns. I'm very happy with the jet mode but the amount of kibble on the robot mode's back could be better. I also wish that I could have made the cockpit accessible in both forms, but as it stands it only works in the robot mode. The bottom of the model doesn't look too bad in jet mode, although the head is still pretty visible. The Lanius does feature working landing gear, and the front one even has an opening hatch accompanying it!

 

I had so many pictures of this model and I didn't want to clutter up my photostream too much with them, so you can view the rest in this Imgur album. Let me know if the link doesn't work.

Simultaneous contrast

Diametrically opposite

Stairwell isolation

 

A pair of Black-necked Swans!

 

Apologies for the watermark & small upload size, but some of my shots have been stolen.

 

All images & text copyright © Mia Lewis Images. All Rights Reserved.

Do NOT copy, print, download, display, alter, blog, stream or otherwise use this photo or caption in any manner without the express written consent from the copyright holder.

 

Wow! I’ve been simultaneously tagged by five of my Flickr friends! :) A special thanks to AvaNiviTava, flair4hair, lenoirrr/, RivendellPhotography, and VictoriaScreams for thinking of me. (Hope I didn't miss anyone.)

 

I was tagged when I first started Flickr, but since I’ve made a lot of new friends since then, I thought it would be OK to rerun my 10 Things list – with two extra “things” and a few changes and additions for those who read my original list.

  

12 Things About Me

 

1. I’m extremely claustrophobic. I could never be an astronaut or cave explorer. I can’t even be strapped into a Disney ride and I have to take a Valium when I fly.

 

2. I miss living in a small town. I grew up in Rupert, Idaho (where my father raised cattle and sugar beets) and miss the “bigness” of small events.

 

3. I took ballet for 10 years. I even made it to point. (Toe shoes)

 

4. I hate change – to the point that I don’t even like moving the furniture in my home.

 

5. My company went from a single employee (me) publishing one tiny niche publication to 40 employees producing 30 art and crafting magazine titles.

 

6. I’m uncomfortable being in the limelight. I’d rather be behind the scenes, as long as people are aware of my accomplishments.

 

7. My father also owned and trained thoroughbred racehorses. So I’m familiar with that aspect of “the track.”

 

8. I wish I had had more than one child. My son would have made a wonderful big brother.

 

9. I sometimes wish that I had been a nun. I find convents and abbeys very romantic and envy the simplicity and clarity of focus that a nun lives with.

 

10. I absolutely love romantic comedies, but also count scary movies like Alien and Event Horizon among my favorites.

 

11. I abhor animal cruelty. I can’t even watch the ads on TV for prevention of cruelty to animals because my heart breaks when I see the pictures they show. And although I’m not a radical animal rights activist, I do dream of a day that animals will never have to suffer any cruelty at the hands of man.

 

12. I’m constantly amazed at the kindness I find on Flickr. With all of the “meanness” to be found on the internet, I love that people on Flickr are so friendly, kind and supportive.

 

I’ll be tagging 10 Flickr friends via Flickr mail.

  

Note: This image is a little different than my normal work (a little heavier on the texture) and it’s similar to the image I used for my original 10 Things, but it was the only image of myself I had in my library.

 

Textures used in this image:

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40 Jahre S-Bahn München

A triple take: 3 simultaneous shots: Our granddaughter, JP and myself.

 

Our two granddaughters inside the Garden...

 

REFORD GARDENS | LES JARDINS DE METIS

 

Beautiful flowers at Reford Gardens.

  

Visit : www.refordgardens.com/

 

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MAKING CIRCLES IN THE WATER (2011)

Faire des ronds dans l'eau (2011)

 

Balmori Associates, New York, USA.

 

Visit: www.balmori.com

  

GROUNDED IN ECOLOGY

 

Balmori Associates is an international urban and landscape design firm founded by Diana Balmori. Balmori Associates is recognized across the globe for its creative interfacing of landscape and architecture and expanding the boundaries between nature and structure. As distinguished leaders in the field of urban design and the design of innovative public spaces Balmori Associates gives form to the processes of sustainability, producing ‘green infrastructures’ while revealing the constructed and natural operations of a site.

 

Balmori Associates strives to achieve the highest standards of environmental responsibility by rooting our work in two basic sustainable design principles: Low-Impact and Regenerative . Low-Impact to reduce potential detrimental effects of local and project-related construction, development or consumption and to minimize environmental impacts, while sustaining the health and resilience of ecological systems. Regenerative Design to integrate building systems within landscape for resource renewal and the restoration of constructed landscape.

 

Our diverse portfolio includes executed projects at all scales, and award-winning competitions and has garnered numerous awards for design excellence; and sustainability is a central concern in all our work. In 1998, Balmori Associates’ Master Plan won the international competition for the waterfront development of the Abandoibarra district of Bilbao, Spain. We provided design leadership on the greenroof at Silvercup Studios in Queens, New York, the largest scientifically monitored green roof in the United States. In the fall of 2012 Korean Prime Minister and several ministries moved from Seoul to Sejong, South Korea new multifunctional administrative city, a zero-waste urban plan designed by Balmori Associates. (Info from Balmori's website)

  

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LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS | REFORD GARDENS

  

Visit : www.refordgardens.com/

 

From Wikipedia:

 

Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.

 

Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.

  

Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.

 

She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.

 

In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.

 

During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.

 

In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.

 

Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.

 

To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.

 

Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.

 

In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)

 

Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford

 

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LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS

 

Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.

 

Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.

 

Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada

Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.

Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada

 

© Copyright

This photo and all those in my Photostream are protected by copyright. No one may reproduce, copy, transmit or manipulate them without my written permission.

   

REFORD GARDENS | LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS

  

From Wikipedia:

 

Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.

 

Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.

  

Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.

 

She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.

 

In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.

 

During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.

 

In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.

 

Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.

 

To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.

 

Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.

 

In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)

 

Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford

 

Visit : www.refordgardens.com/

  

LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS

 

Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.

 

Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.

 

Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada

Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.

Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada

 

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A simultaneously beautiful and disconcerting scene at Sunday night City Park Jazz as smoke from wildfires on the west coast permeate the air in Denver.

As the Mirror Master apparitions close in on Wally and Barry, the two think quick. Almost simultaneously, the two run towards the apparitions. They punch and kick every single one of them until again they all disappear. Before Mirror Master can conjure up more, Barry runs around the room and searches for the real Mirror Master. Wally stay put and a half dozen more apparitions appear before him. They all raise their guns up to him.

 

“I know you all aren’t real!” An apparition shoots his gun, but before it hits Wally, the shard disappears in front of his eyes. “Told you.”

 

Wally charges the apparitions and punches them all out of sight. He takes a defensive stance in preparation for more to come. While he’s doing that, Barry continues to run around the large room in search for the actual Mirror Master. Atop a platform stood a single Mirror Master. Barry approached him slowly and ready for it disappear in front of his eyes. Much to his surprise, that did not happen.

 

”Well that was a lot quicker than I would’ve liked.”

 

”It’s really you?”

 

”Indeed. Congratulations, you found me. I’m still not letting Iris go. If you want her safe than you have two choices.”

 

”What are they?”

 

”Well number one, and my favorite option, I kill you.”

 

”Not going to happen.”

 

Well than the only other option is the one where you have to go into the Mirror World and retrieve her yourself.”

 

”What? She’s in the Mirror World?”

 

”Oh, did you not figure that out? I mean I wouldn’t want her to just be out in the open so you could easily snatch her up and take me to prison. Like I said before. This story isn’t going to end so soon.”

 

”Alright. Let me go get her.”

 

”So the king chooses to take to the battlefield to save his queen! A dangerous new territory await him!” Mirror Master raises his gun to Barry’s head and fires. Before Barry can even react, the shard hits him and just like when Iris got shot, instead of killing him, Barry disappears into the mirror shard itself. ”Well I can’t let that be too easy on him. The evil king must also make his appearance!”

 

Mirror Master walks over to a mirror and shoots it with his gun. The shard hits the mirror and the mirror absorbs the shard. The Mirror Master walks into the mirror just like a door, and just like a door, the mirror leads Mirror Master into the Mirror World. There he saw Barry floating in the abyss. He laughed as he saw him struggle.

 

”Poor guy.”

 

Mirror Master lifts his hand up into the air and swipes it across his chest. Suddenly a mirror flies towards Barry, but instead of hitting him, the mirror places itself under Barry’s feet. Barry then gains control of his body and begins jumping from one mirror to the next.

 

”There you go…”

 

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Not quite simultaneous departures, the following SP45-078 headed Leszno service running a few minutes late quickly overhauls the steady progress of Ol49-32 upon 12.33 Wolsztyn-Nowa Sol service.

Route 328 Zbaszynek-Leszno saw no steam passenger diagrams at this particular time but due to the efforts of many there does so again 27years later to the day.

35mm / Ilford FP4.

24th March 1993

Simultaneous constrasts

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Sonia Delaunay

Museo Thyssen Madrid

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Crossroads in March.

  

B♭ (B Flat)

A Novel by Mitsushiro Nakagawa

 

日本語のあらすじ等は下の方にあります😃

一部分の公開を更新しました。今回が最後です😃

 

“Synopsis”

 

A Palestinian group from Gaza hacks into North Korea’s cryptocurrency system, stealing hundreds of millions of dollars. Their true goal is not money—but to recreate the lost homeland of Gaza on American soil.

Amid the backdrop of hardline Republican immigration policies and a growing wave of xenophobia, a quiet plan begins to take shape: the gradual collapse of America from within.

During a speech at Madison Square Garden, Republican presidential candidate Justin Bradford is shot. Almost simultaneously in Los Angeles, former president Owen Reed is attacked at a rally for Democratic hopeful Ryan Bennett.

Two assassinations—mirroring one another—ignite a nation’s deepest divide. Yet, against all odds, Justin survives. His blood type is one in 2.5 million: the Bombay Blood Group.

The only person who can donate such blood is Anaya Patel, a community art facilitator working in Brooklyn. Her blood, stored in the Bellevue Hospital Blood Bank, is used for an emergency transfusion that saves the candidate’s life.

Jack Vance, an agent of the U.S. Secret Service, suspects a Gaza-based network behind the attacks. Together with Cameron Bartlett, the FBI Director of the Los Angeles Field Office, and Veronica Reeves, a senior investigator from New York, he begins to uncover a vast conspiracy.

Their investigation leads them to Rafi Gannam, a former architecture student at the Islamic University of Gaza, who has infiltrated redevelopment sites across Los Angeles and New York—embedding C4 explosives deep within beams and structural cores.

His targets: new residential districts where agents of ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) and ERO (Enforcement and Removal Operations) live—symbols of “the order America built.”

Veronica urges the President to pursue dialogue to prevent further destruction, but President Grant M. Ranford refuses to listen.

Meanwhile, the recovering Justin and his Democratic rival Ryan appear on national television, calling for unity beyond political divisions.

Their words of reason, however, are drowned out when Grant takes the stage in Iowa, defiantly declaring: “We will never bow to terror.”

Among the crowd, Rafi’s operatives have already taken their positions.

As chaos erupts and the stage collapses, Amir Nasser—once Rafi’s comrade, haunted by the memory of his sister’s death in Gaza—tries desperately to halt the chain of destruction.

But Rafi’s conviction remains unshaken.

Under the twilight beneath the Williamsburg Bridge, amid the city’s fading noise, the two men part ways.

It is the boundary between prayer and vengeance, between hope and nothingness.

  

“Characters”

 

Anaya Patel – 25, Community Art Facilitator

Arjun Singh – 26, Anaya’s boyfriend, Luminatech Innovations

Mika Sato – 25, Anaya’s friend, Community Art Facilitator

 

Justin Bradford – 27, Republican Presidential Candidate

Eleanor Blake – 26, Justin’s fiancée

 

President Grant M. Langford – 61, Incumbent Republican President

Vice President Charles “Chuck” Baines – 64, Incumbent Republican Vice President

 

Ryan Bennett – 30, Democratic Presidential Candidate

Sophia Bennett – 30, Ryan’s wife

Owen Reed – 65, Former Democratic President

 

Jack Vance – 45, Secret Service, Former FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Ben Holloway – 30, Jack’s colleague

Darryl Ross – 29, Jack’s colleague

Elijah Kane – 28, Jack’s colleague

 

Marcus Dane – 45, FBI Los Angeles Field Office

Cameron Bartlett – 55, FBI Los Angeles Field Office, Field Office Director

Tom Caldwell – 38, FBI Technical Unit, Marcus’s subordinate

 

Veronica Reeves – 41, FBI Special Agent

Alexander Harris – 52, FBI New York Field Office, Field Office Director

Elliot Chen – 36, Technology Unit Chief

Alicia Monroe – 58, FBI Director

 

Zakaria Haddad – 51, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Engineering Professor, New York Team

Amir Nasser – 23, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Former Islamic University Electronics Engineering, New York Team

Rafi Gannam – 32, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

Rohan Shah – 29, Gaza Strip, Palestine; Islamic University, Architecture, New York Team

 

Majid Hamza – 47, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Information Technology, Los Angeles Team

Samira Hammad – 28, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Engineering, Los Angeles Team

Saeed Kabari – 35, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Business Administration, Los Angeles Team

Reem Nasser – 30, Gaza Strip, Palestine; University of Palestine, Media Studies, Los Angeles Team

 

Noah Levi – 55, Israel, residing in Tel Aviv, Jewish

  

B♭ will be released worldwide on February 29, 2026.

Recently, director Ridley Scott remarked that streaming films and series have become dull.

I agree.

If you have two hours to spare for such stories, I ask for only two minutes of your time.

Two minutes with my novel will outlast those two hours.

I am confident of that.

  

Stay tuned.

Mitsushiro

October 9th, 2025

 

P.S.

Micchan — the man who challenges Netflix. 😃

  

Manhattan. New York. USA. 2017. ... 7 / 10

(Today's photo. It was previously unpublished, but has recently been re-edited from the original.)

  

Images.

Taylor Swift … This Love

youtu.be/PfJzQuqWSSE?si=TrtL4Mb-uN2dNmML

  

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🌟 My New Novel: "B♭" (B Flat)

 

This is the 20th installment! 😄

The following is still in the first draft stage. I will revise it further.

•The order of the content being shared is random.

•This will be the final time I share partial excerpts.

 

The full novel will be released on February 28, 2026.

Please look forward to it! 😃

 

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My new novel

B♭ (B Flat)

 

English translation by GPT-5, in collaboration with Mitsushiro Nakagawa

 

“Jack, look at your phone. Another message just came through. The IP address traces to a branch of the New York Public Library near Grand Central — via the Stavros Niarchos Foundation.”

It was a FaceTime from Ben. He was standing by in the NYPD Midtown South command post just beside the Garden. Despite everything that was happening, Ben’s voice was calm.

Jack slid his finger across his iPhone and read the short line that appeared. The characters lay down carelessly, yet somehow they gave the sentence a shape.

— There’s an arched ceiling in the underground concourse of Grand Central. Come there. Jack Vance. And don’t come alone — though, of course, you won’t be alone. —

The message struck at the inside of Jack’s chest like a ringing.

The car threaded north along Vanderbilt Avenue and came up at the southern lip of Grand Central. The city had not quite woken; the damp that hid in the canyon between buildings carried the metallic smell of morning. Jack let off the gas and eased the black SUV to the curb, almost sliding it along. As the tires brushed the edge of the pavement, the remaining beads of rain on the road leapt up into streaks of light.

He pushed open the heavy door and stepped out. His shoes hit the cobbles a beat later. Once he turned to look down the street behind him, the red reflection of a siren flashed through a shop window and briefly lit the faces of passersby, whitening them for a single instant.

Weaving through that cut of light, Jack made for the stairs that led down to the concourse. The service door groaned with a slight metallic protest. Inside, a low hum, like the breathing of a subway, filled the space. A cold breath struck his cheeks, and from the depths of the HVAC ducts a distant station announcement blurred toward him.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Jack took the stairs of Grand Central two at a time. The amber lighting flowed across his soles; his footsteps linked together like the heartbeat of the terminal.

The iron handrail was cold, passing a faint tremor into his fingertips. From far down the stairs other footsteps layered over one another, keeping an old rhythm that led downward. The arched ceiling drew the air in gently; the lights spread a thin film of glow.

The concourse smelled of damp; the old brick walls seemed unable to forget past rains and exhaled them faintly. The floor tiles were dulled by years of feet; hairline cracks ran through them, where little memories of the city had gathered. Jack walked without attending to these things. His gaze was naturally drawn to the darkness at the far end of the corridor. The usual stream of commuters hurried past.

Weathered signs and bulletin boards clung to the walls like pillows for torn flyers. A cleaner dragged her mop in a single ribbon; beyond it, a lone bench sat as if sketching a pale loneliness.

The air that moved through the passage felt to Jack like the slow pulse of a city’s vein. He felt his breath fall into the same beat and kept walking.

Light touched the tiles at his feet and shadows stretched and swayed. The faint metallic noise of an escalator sounded somewhere far away; the gust from the stairs cooled the heat that had gathered in his body. The scent of the city, the underground damp, and the faint warmth of old lamps mixed; time began to melt slowly.

Stopping, Jack rubbed his palms and let his eyes roam. The hum all around carried a peculiar echo that blurred one’s sense of direction. He told himself he was only looking for “it,” somewhere in the concourse.

As he moved again, a high metallic scrape suddenly sliced the air. His neck muscles twitched and a tautness ran through the soles of his feet. Reflexively he froze; at the edge of his vision a receiver quivered.

Its cord, knotted with the weight of years, twisted; dusty metal glinted dully. A telephone that should have been unused rang out abruptly, like a festival bell — an alien note within the city’s hush. The sound was low but it made the air itself tremble.

Jack turned to it slowly. The heavy underground air seemed to press against the backs of his knees. All he heard was his own breathing and the faint vibration of the receiver. People flowed past as if nothing had happened: a mother led a child by the hand, an old man refolded his newspaper and tucked it under his arm, and moved on.

The receiver was calling to Jack. The call came from a tear in silence, spreading slowly like ink trembling on the reverse side of an old map. He reached out without speaking and picked up the handset. The metal was cold; that cold dropped reality onto his palm.

“…Jack.”

The voice was low but distinct. Its timbre made time seem to slip backward just a touch. He recognized the voice from online footage; yet unlike the voice heard on television, here it carried not a blade but the color of a distant sunset.

Through the receiver Jack felt the corridor’s edges, the bench’s solitude, the small scrap of paper on the floor trickle into the pauses of the conversation. The voice let the city’s details slide in through the window of speech.

“What’s up, Amir? Sounding a little low.” Jack’s voice was quiet and heavy, like a stone dropped to ground. Through the handset he heard Amir’s small nasal laugh.

“Sometimes you get down — you’re only human.”

The voice was calm and remote. It was not the public mask Amir sometimes wore, but something honed in shadow. During the call the brief chatter of a passing parent and child snapped into the line and then was gone.

“Listen carefully to what I’m going to say. Well, you’re probably recording.”

“Likewise,” Jack replied.

Amir’s words fell smoothly through the receiver, making tiny ripples on the tiled floor of the underground. The noise around them blurred once and then resolved again: the mother’s footsteps, the mop’s scrape, the distant clink of a vending machine — all intersecting with the rhythm of speech.

“I’m out of the team. The reason? I don’t want to watch more people die. That’s it.”

Jack felt the receiver’s pulse under his fingers. The voice tried on calm but Jack could hear a tremor beneath. The lights in the concourse blurred slightly with each of Amir’s sentences.

“Are you asking me to believe that? Your professor Zakaria says don’t talk like that — he went out in a big way.” Amir fell silent and let out an exhale that sounded like a laugh as if to shrug something off. At the corridor’s edge a child sucking on candy made a tiny wet sound that filled the space between words.

“So what now? Heartbroken?” Jack asked.

“Something like that. This detonator will destroy many buildings yet.”

That phrase punched through the little room inside the receiver. For an instant the light underground clouded faintly. Yet the corridor moved on as always; no one turned. The anomaly existed only in sound.

“Tell me exactly where, how many, what mechanism — brief. Don’t mix in jokes.” Jack’s tone chilled like ice cracking. Amir tried to explain calmly, but Jack listened more to the weight behind the words than to their particulars. In the pauses, the phone booth’s shadow stretched and traced a thin black groove across the floor.

“We weren’t trained terrorists, not professionals. The information was distributed piece by piece. Think of how betrayal would happen — like how I can call you now.” Amir’s voice was careful; not fearful. Jack pressed the receiver to his ear and felt the city’s everyday noises woven into the fabric of the explanation. An old woman adjusting her bag at the corridor’s edge, the faint opening of a shutter somewhere distant — the beginnings of small workdays.

“We infiltrated about five years ago. We planted C4 in the core of buildings that were being built then. Rafi studied architecture, so he knew where to place it. You’ve seen the collapse a million times online, you know how it looks. To detonate, you need an old phone that reads a ‘mute reader’ QR code. Along with it is a tablet I made myself. I embedded C4 into two-thirds of its battery. The tablet has old fingerprint authentication — the kind from a long time ago. I made two of them. One is in Los Angeles, one in New York.”

“So there are two detonators?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t the only one from the electronics department. Also, the phones that read the QR code are ancient, too specialized — they never caught on.”

“How do you trigger it?”

“There’s a special QR code placed on a site. You hold the phone up and read it. The QR is a 3D layer. The code rises in relief, deciphers itself, converts into a detonation code, and sends it by radio.”

“Radio? Not Wi‑Fi?”

“If it were Wi‑Fi you’d shut it down quickly. I modified the tablet. It’s not Wi‑Fi — it uses FM radio, like pirate radio.”

“We can jam the frequency.”

Amir laughed for a long moment before speaking.

“I set the app so the frequency can be changed arbitrarily. I also set it so that any signal sent to jam the frequency triggers the detonation. So either way, boom.”

Jack was silent for a little while, then asked,

“Where is the QR code located?”

“I don’t know. Everything was compartmentalized. Hardware production, QR placement, activation method. By scattering the flow, it seemed designed to deter betrayal.”

Silence fell again between them. Amir lifted his eyes from the ground and said,

“Jack, I’d tell you if I knew. Only those holding a mute reader would know. Today, that’s…”

“Just Rafi?”

“That’s right.”

Silence spread between them. The call hovered like thin ice. Jack’s breathing returned slowly to the present. The underground light was narrow but it marked him clearly.

“Why are you talking?”

“Like I said. I’m tired of people dying.”

“You knew you’d talk and yet Rafi let you go unharmed? Sounds too neat to be true.”

“Maybe I’m just making it up to dupe you.”

“Jack, take it easy. Amir, don’t move.”

Veronica’s composed voice cut into the call.

“Jack, he’s quite handsome in person.”

Amir, who was standing on the opposite side of the wall from Jack, holding a receiver himself, smiled at that.

The joke across the handset dried the damp air of the concourse a little. They were tracing different faces of the same space with their fingers.

Jack tightened his grip on the receiver and nodded softly. The nod felt like a small signal matched to the city’s beat and also like the announcement of yet another endless season.

Light in the corridor flowed slowly; shadows folded and layered; the conversation seeped into the tiles and sank.

Jack looked around slowly. The NYPD officers who routinely guarded Grand Central from terror stood at the entrances. Under Veronica’s orders, they had all focused on keeping Amir within range. Red and green laser dots from M4 carbines with Picatinny rails marked Amir’s feet. Likely the red came from the terminal’s NYPD contingent and the green from Veronica’s team. Two squads had lined up their sights to contain his movement. Of course, the sights were not on Amir’s forehead.

Suddenly a sharp smack of sound struck the receiver.

“Amir, who are you?” It was Ana.

Amir’s eyes widened for an instant then he recovered.

“Was I followed? Miss Patel. And who are you? Getting in Jack’s way.”

He shrugged with his thumb and pointed to his own feet, where the red and green laser dots rested. Ana stepped forward in her voice.

“Please. Come with Jack.”

Jack added, “For now, get arrested. We’ll hear the details with Veronica.”

Veronica said nothing; Jack assumed she nodded. He switched the receiver in his hand.

Amir laughed.

“If I were to say yes and surrender, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we? Look — trains are coming in. Watch your crosshairs.”

The concourse swelled with people in the early morning. New York breathed around the terminal. The stream of humanity was the city’s pulse, its very blood flow; warmth surged through the concourse.

When Ana shifted her gaze for a moment to that tide of people, she spoke calmly and gently.

“Please. To Jack.”

Amir’s smile fell when he met her look. He accepted Ana’s gaze and said,

“Do you remember the morning at the exhibition when we first met? That wasn’t an accident. I went there to kill you.”

Ana’s eyes went white. Life drained from her gaze; the surrounding clamor carried her away and it vanished. Then, softly, she said, why?

“If you disappear, Bombay Blood in America will be just Justin and me.”

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Across the nation television networks switched to breaking news. Anchors’ voices trembled as they searched for words; the screen held still images of the scene. Smartphone notifications chimed all at once, but what arrived felt less like words than an announcement of silence.

Social feeds filled in an instant; everyone stared at the frozen time on their screens.

“What is going on…?” Hands halted midreach as people watched the images. On distant street corners, in cafés, in offices, faces of people holding their breath were shown.

An old woman on a park bench gripped her bag; a mother with a child went speechless; a driver tightened his hands on the wheel. Silence took the city’s clamor, the suburbs’ stillness, the open fields of the countryside and wrapped them all together in a single deep breath.

Emergency responses began within government agencies. Phones rang; red alarms flashed on screens. A presidential aide lost words and the pen in his hand trembled. Hallways inside the White House fell quiet; only footsteps echoed.

Words could not be pinned down; fear and confusion spread like a chain. Emergency teams moved; experts began analysis. Reports, communications, camera footage — every piece of information crossed and re-crossed — yet the four had slipped through all eyes of surveillance.

Their silence left no record, but it scored a sure claw mark on the world’s timeline.

City, state, nation, the world — all inhaled together and froze in the same instant.

The four shadows completed their mission at the center of the world without being recognized, then dissolved as shadows into the curtain of night.

  

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My new novel:

B♭ (B-flat)

There’s still more to come. 😃

(This is not the final draft.)

Set in New York City.

  

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Soundtrack.

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For japanese

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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:

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iTunes Playlist Link::

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For japanese

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My new novel:

B♭ (B-flat)

Notes

1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"

•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.

•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).

•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.

•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.

2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing

youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K

3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally

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3月の交差点。

  

僕の新しい小説

 B♭ (ビーフラット) ……. Mitsushiro Nakagawa

  

“あらすじ”

 

北朝鮮の仮想通貨システムをハッキングし、数億ドルを奪取したガザ出身のパレスチナ人グループが、アメリカ合衆国へ密かに潜入する。

彼らの目的は、失われた祖国ガザを、アメリカの地に「復元」することだった。

共和党による強硬な移民政策と、国内にくすぶる排外感情を利用し、アメリカ社会を内側から崩壊させる計画が静かに進行していく。

共和党大統領候補ジャスティン・ブラッドフォードがマディソン・スクエア・ガーデンで演説中に狙撃され、ほぼ同時刻、ロサンゼルスでは前大統領オーウェン・リードもまた、民主党候補ライアン・ベネットの集会で撃たれる。

国家を二分する双方向の暗殺。だが、ジャスティンは奇跡的に生還する。

彼の血液型は、世界でわずか250万人に一人といわれる「ボンベイブラッド」。

その希少な血を提供できたのは、ブルックリンで活動するコミュニティアート・ファシリテーター、アナヤ・パテルだった。

彼女の血液はベルビュー病院の血液バンクに保存されており、緊急輸血によって、候補者の命はかろうじて繋がれた。

シークレットサービスのジャック・バンスは、テロの背後にガザ出身の組織が関与していることを察知し、FBIロサンゼルス支局長官キャメロン・バートレット、ニューヨーク支局の特別捜査官ヴェロニカ・リーブスと共に捜査を進める。

やがて彼らは、イスラム大学で建築学を学んだラフィ・ガンナムが、ロサンゼルスやニューヨークの再開発現場に潜入し、梁や構造体の中枢にC4爆薬を仕込んでいた事実に辿り着く。

標的は、ICE(移民・関税執行局)やERO(執行・送還作戦部門)の職員が暮らす新興住宅街——すなわち、「アメリカが築いた秩序」そのものだった。

ヴェロニカは、これ以上の破壊を防ぐため、大統領への対話を進言するが、現職のグラント・ランフォード大統領は耳を貸さない。

一方、命を取り留めたジャスティンと民主党候補ライアンは、テレビを通じて国民に訴えかけ、分断を乗り越えようとする。

だが、その理性の声を嘲笑うかのように、グラントはアイオワ州での演説を強行し、「テロには屈しない」と宣言する。

その会場には、すでにラフィの仲間が率いる工作チームが潜入していた。

崩壊する会場の惨状を前に、仲間の一人アミール・ナッセルは、かつてガザで妹を失った記憶に引き裂かれ、破壊の連鎖を止めようとする。

だが、ラフィの信念は揺るがない。

ウィリアムズバーグ橋の下、夕暮れの喧騒のなか、二人は決別する。

それは、祈りと報復、希望と虚無の境界線だった——。

 

“登場人物”

 

アナヤ・パテル 25歳 コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

アルジュン・シン 26歳 アナヤの恋人・ルミナテック・イノベーションズ社

 

佐藤 ミカ 25歳 アナの友人・コミュニティアート・ファシリテーター

 

ジャスティン・ブラッドフォード 27歳 共和党大統領候補

エリノア・ブレイク 26歳 ジャスティンの婚約者

 

グラント・M・ランフォード大統領 61歳 共和党大統領現職

チャールズ・ベインズ副大統領 64歳 共和党副大統領現職

 

ライアン・ベネット 30歳 民主党大統領候補

ソフィア・ベネット 30歳 ライアンの妻

 

オーウェン・リード 65歳 民主党前大統領

 

ジャック・バンス 45歳 シークレットサービス 元FBIロサンゼルス支局

ベン・ホロウェイ 30歳 ジャックの同僚

ダリル・ロス 29歳 ジャックの同僚

イライジャ・ケイン 28歳 ジャックの同僚

 

マーカス・デイン 45歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局

キャメロン・バートレット 55歳 FBI ロサンゼルス支局 支局長

トム・コールドウェル 38歳 FBI技術班 マーカスの部下

 

ヴェロニカ・リーヴス 41歳 FBI特別捜査官

アレクサンダー・ハリス 52歳 FBI ニューヨーク支局 支局長

エリオット・チェン 36歳 テクノロジー班主任

 

アリシア・モンロー 58歳 FBI長官

 

ザカリア・ハッダード 51歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 工学部教授 ニューヨークチーム

アミール・ナッセル 23歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 元イスラム大学 電子工学部 ニューヨークチーム

ラフィ・ガンナム 32歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム

ロハン・シャー 29歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 イスラム大学 建築学部 ニューヨークチーム

 

マジード・ハムザ 47歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 情報技術学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

サミラ・ハンマド 28歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 工学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

サイード・カバリ 35歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 経営学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

リーム・ナセル 30歳 パレスチナ・ガザ地区 パレスチナ大学 メディア学部 ロサンゼルスチーム

 

ノア・レヴィ 55歳 イスラエル テルアビブ在住 ユダヤ人

  

僕のこの小説は、来年、2026年2月末日に公開します。

 

先日、リドリースコット監督がサブスクの映画やドラマ群がつまらないと話していたようだけど、同感です。

僕も非常に退屈です。

それらに2時間を要するなら、僕の小説を2分間だけ読んで欲しい。

その2分間は、2時間を越えるでしょう。

僕は自信があります。

ぜひ、期待してお待ちください。

 

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

09th. Oct . 2025.

  

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ネトフリに挑戦する男、みっちゃん。😃

  

マンハッタン。ニューヨーク。アメリカ。2017. … 7 / 10

 

(今日の写真。それは未発表済みです。しかし最近、オリジナルから再編集しています。)

  

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僕の新しい小説。

 B♭ (ビーフラット)

  

第20弾。 😄

以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだ推敲します。

公開している内容の順番はバラバラです。

今回で部分的な公開を最後にします。

2026年2月28日。

その日にすべてを公開します。

期待して待っていてください。😃

 

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僕の新しい小説。

 

 B♭ (ビーフラット)

  

「ジャック、スマホのメッセージを見ろ。またメッセージが飛び込んでいる。IPアドレスは、グランドセントラルターミナルのそばにあるニューヨーク公共図書館の分館、スタヴロス・ニアルコス財団経由だ」

 ベンからのフェイスタイムだった。ガーデンのすぐそば、NYPDのミッドタウン南分署に設置された対策室で待機しているベンからだ。ベンの声はこれだけの事件が起きているにも関わらず、冷静だった。

 ジャックはアイフォンに指を滑らせ、表示された短い文を確かめた。文字列は無造作に並んでいたが文の輪郭を整えているように見えた。 

 

― グランドセントラルの地下コンコースにアーチ形の天井がある。そこへ来い。ジャック・バンス。言うまでもないがひとりでだぞ、と言っても一人ではないと思うがな ― 

 メッセージは、ジャックの胸の内を強く叩いた。

 

 車はヴァンダービルト・アヴェニューを北へ抜け、グランドセントラルの南端に差しかかった。街はまだ朝を迎えきれず、ビルの谷間に籠もった湿気が金属の匂いを帯びていた。

 ジャックはアクセルを抜き、黒いSUVを滑らせるように歩道ぎりぎりへ寄せた。タイヤが縁石をかすめる瞬間、路面に残る雨粒が光の筋となって跳ねた。

 ジャックは重いドアを押し開き、足を落とした。靴音が一拍遅れて石畳に響いた。

 彼は一度だけ背後の通りを見やると、赤いサイレンの反射がショーウィンドウの奥をよぎり、通りの影に沈む通行人の顔を、刹那だけ白く照らした。

 その光の切れ目を縫うように、ジャックは地下コンコースへ降りる階段へと向かった。

 通用扉は重く、金属の軋みがわずかに響いた。構内には地下鉄の呼吸のような低い唸りが満ちていた。

 冷気が頬を打ち、空調ダクトの奥から、遠くの構内放送が滲んで聞こえくる。

 額の汗を拭ったジャックはグランドセントラルの階段を一段飛ばしに駆け降りた。照明の琥珀色が靴底に流れ、ターミナルの心臓の鼓動のように足音が連なった。

 鉄の手すりは冷たく、指先に浅い震えを伝えた。階段の奥からは人の足音が複層的に重なり、地下へと導く古いリズムを刻んでいる。アーチ型の天井は空気を柔らかに吸い込み、照明は薄く膜のように光を張っている。

 地下コンコースの空気は湿り、古い煉瓦の壁は過去の雨を忘れられずに微かに匂っているようだ。床のタイルは長年の踏み跡で曇り、ところどころにひびが走って、そこへ街の小さな記憶が溜まっている。

 ジャックはそれらを意識せずに歩を進めた。彼の視線は、通路の奥にある暗がりへと自然に吸い寄せられていた。そこにはいつもと同じ出勤途中の人たちが早足で過ぎていく。

 壁際に並ぶ古びた看板や掲示板は、折れたチラシを枕にして眠るように貼り付いている。清掃員が一つの帯のようにモップを引き、その先でベンチが一つ、淡い孤独を描くように置かれている。

 通路を流れる空気は、まるで都市の静脈のゆっくりした鼓動だとジャックは思った。自分の呼吸が、その鼓動と同じ拍に馴染むのを感じながら、歩みを進めた。

 足元のタイルに光が差し、影がゆらりと伸びた。エスカレーターの金属音が遠くで微かに鳴り、階段から吹き下りる風がジャックの体にこもった熱を冷ました。街の匂いと、地下の湿り気と、古い電灯の微熱が入り混じって、時間はゆっくりと溶けてゆく。

 歩を止めたジャックは掌をこすり、周囲に視線を散らした。耳に入る雑踏は、独特の反響を帯びて方向感覚を曖昧にする。彼はただ、どこかにいる「それ」を捜しているのだと自分に言い聞かせる。

 再び歩き出した瞬間、金属が擦れる高音が辺りの空気を裂いた。一瞬、彼の頸筋が弾かれ、足元に微かな緊張が走った。反射的に足を止めると、視界の端で受話器が小さく揺れていた。

 コードは年月の重みでねじれ、埃まみれの金属部分が鈍く光っている。誰も使わないはずの電話が、唐突に、祭りの鐘のように鳴った。都市の静寂に差し込む異音。音は低く、しかし確実に空気を震わせた。

 ジャックはゆっくりと視線をそれに向けた。地下の重い空気が一瞬、膝の裏を押すように沈む。耳に届くのは自分の呼吸と、受話器の小さな振動音だけだ。周囲の人々は何事もないように通り過ぎ、母親が幼児の手を引き、老いた男が新聞を折りたたんで小脇に抱え直し、去ってゆく。

 受話器はジャックを呼んでいた。沈黙の裂け目からの呼び声は、まるで古い地図の裏側で震えるインクのように、じわりと広がる。ジャックは無言で手を伸ばし、受話器を取り上げた。金属は冷たく、その冷たさが掌に現実を落とした。

「……ジャック」

 声は低く、だがはっきりしていた。耳に残る音色に、時間が少しだけ逆戻りする気配があった。ネットの映像で見知った声の輪郭。しかしテレビで聞いたときとは異なり、そこには刃ではなく遠い夕焼けのような色度が含まれているようだった。

 ジャックは受話器越しに、通路の端の人影や、ベンチの孤独、床に落ちた小さな紙片──それらが会話の合間に流れ込むのを感じた。声音は会話の窓に、街の細部を滑り込ませるものだ。

「どうした、アミール。覇気のない声だな」

 ジャックの声は静かだが、地面に落ちる石のように重みを持っていた。受話器の向こうで、アミールがすこし鼻で笑うのが聞こえた。

「ときどきは落ち込むこともあるさ、人間だからね」

 その声は穏やかで、かつ遠い。以前に見せた公の顔とは違い、こちらは影の中で磨かれたものだった。通話の間、隣を通り過ぎる親子の会話がスナップのように割り込み、また消えていった。

「ジャック、これから言うことをよく聴け。ま、録音はしてるだろうけどな」

「それはお互い様だろ」

 受話器の向こうで、アミールの言葉は滑らかに落ち、地下のタイルに小さな波紋を作るようだった。周囲の雑音が一度だけ音像を濁らせ、また整頓される。母親の靴音、清掃員のモップの擦れる音、遠くの自販機の冷える音──それらが会話のリズムに交差してゆく。

「俺はこのチームから降りた。理由は、もう多くの人間が死ぬのを見たくないからだ。それだけだ」

 ジャックの指先が受話器の脈動を確かめた。声は冷静を装うが、その奥に震えがあるのを彼は聴き取った。地下の照明の輪郭が、アミールの言葉ごとにわずかに滲む。

「それを信じろって言うのか? お前らの教授、ザカリアはそんな弱音を吐くなって言ってるぞ、せっかく盛大に死んだのに」

 アミールはしばらく黙り、何かを笑い飛ばすような吐息を漏らした。通路の端でキャンディを舐める子供の小さな舌音が、言葉の間を埋めた。

「で、どうしたんだ? 失恋でもしたのか?」

「そんなところだ。この起爆装置は、これからも多くの建物を破壊する」

 その一言が、受話器の内の小さな部屋を突き破った。ジャックは一瞬だけ、地下の光が薄く濁るのを見た。だが通路は相変わらず普段どおりで、誰も振り返らない。異変は音の中にしか存在しない。

「どこにどれくらいセットし、どんな仕掛けなんだ、正確に、手短に話せ。つまらないジョークは混ぜるな」

 ジャックの口調は掴みかけた氷のように冷たい。受話器の向こうでアミールは静かに説明を試みるが、ジャックは言葉の細部よりもその声が持つ重さに耳を澄ます。通話の合間、壁際の電話ボックスの影が長く伸び、床に細い黒い溝を引いた。

「俺たちは、一般人で訓練されたテロリストではない。しかし、渡された情報は各個人へ分散されていた。たとえば今、俺がこうしてあんたに電話しているように裏切りが生まれた時のことを考えてね」

 アミールの声は慎重で、しかし怯えはない。ジャックは受話器を耳にしっかり押し当て、周囲の生活音がそのまま説明の布地となって織り込まれていくのを感じていた。通路の端で老女がバッグを直す音、遠くでシャッターが開く小さな仕事のはじまりの合図が聞こえた。

「俺たちが潜入したのは、今から5年ほど前だ。その頃に建てられていた建造物の中枢にC4を仕掛けた。ラフィは大学で建築学を学んでいたからね。崩壊する様子はもうネットでも100万回再生だからわかってるだろう。起爆させるためには、ミュートリーダーというQRコードを読み取る昔の携帯電話が必要だ。それとペアで独自に俺がつくったタブレットもだ。このタブレットのバッテリー部分、3分の2にC4を埋め込んだ。このタブレットも大昔にあった指紋認証式のタブレットだ。俺が作ったタブレットは2台だ。それがロサンゼルスとニューヨークに分かれて存在している」

「つまり、起爆装置は2台か?」

「わからない。俺の他にも電子工学部の人間がいたからな。それからQRコードを読み取る携帯電話は大昔、あまりに特殊すぎて売れずに浸透しなかった機器だ」

「どういう流れで起爆させるんだ?」

「あるサイトに特殊なQRコードが設置されているらしい。そこに携帯電話をかざして読み込む。QRコードは3Dレイヤーだ。コードが立体的に浮かび上がって解読し、起爆させるコードへ変換させ、電波で飛ばす」

「電波? Wi-Fiではなくか?」

「Wi-Fiだったら、あんたらすぐに止められるだろ? そこは俺がタブレットを改造した。Wi-FiではなくFM電波だ、パイレーツラジオ(海賊ラジオ)と同じ仕組みだ」

「ならば、周波数を駆逐できるぞ」

 アミールはしばらく笑ってからいった。

「周波数はいくらでも変えられるようにアプリを設定した。ちなみに周波数を妨害しようと発せられた電波も起爆するようセットした。つまり、いずれにしても、ドカンだ」

 ジャックは、しばらく沈黙してから続けた。

「QRコードは、どこのサイトにあるんだ?」

「わからない。すべての過程で分散している。ハードの製造、QRコードの場所、起爆させる操作。流れを散らすことで、裏切りを抑止しているようだった」

 ふたりの間に再び沈黙が落ちた。アミールは、足元に落とした視線を引き上げて、いった。

「ジャック、ここまで話しているんだから、知っていたら話しているさ。つまり、ミュートリーダーを手にしている人間にしかわからない。今で言うなら ….」

「ラフィだけ、か」

「そのとおりだ」

 二人の間に沈黙が落ち、通話は薄い氷の上で揺れている。ジャックの呼吸がゆっくりと現実を取り戻した。地下の光は細く、しかししっかりと彼を照らしている。

「アミール、どうして話す?」

「さっきもいったとおりだ。人の死にはうんざりだ」

「お前がこうして喋ることがわかっているのに、ラフィはお前を無傷で解放したのか? この話を信じるにはうますぎないか?」

「確かに。俺が適当なことをいって、あんたらをカモるかもね」

「ジャック、お疲れ様、アミール、その場を動かないで」

 ヴェロニカの落ち着いた声が二人の通話に割り込んだ。

「ジャック、実物はなかなかの男前だな」

 そういったアミールは、ちょうどジャックのいる壁面の反対側で受話器を手にしていた。

 受話器越しの冗談は、地下の湿った空気を幾分、乾かせた。彼らは同じ空間の別々の面を指でなぞっているようだ。

 ジャックは受話器を握りなおし、静かに頷いた。その頷きは、街の鼓動に合わせた小さな合図のようでもあり、また終わりのない季節の一端を告げるものでもあった。通路の光がゆるやかに流れ、影が折り重なり、会話は地下のタイルにゆっくりと染み渡っていった。

 ジャックは、ゆっくり辺りを見渡した。元々、グランドセントラルターミナルをテロから守る為に、日常的に警護していたNYPDが出入り口に構えている。非常事態の現在、ヴェロニカの指示で一斉にアミールを射程内に捕らえていた。ピカティニーレールを持ったM4カービンの赤とグリーンのレーザーサイトがアミールの両足に張り付いていた。おそらく、赤はターミナルのNYPDで、グリーンがヴェロニカのチームだろう。二つの班がアミールの動きを封じようと照準を定めていた。もちろん、照準はアミールの額にはない。

 突然、ジャックの受話器の向こうから頬を叩く音が響いた。

「アミール、あなたは何者なの?」

 その声はアナだった。

 アミールは一瞬目を丸くしたが、すぐに自分を取り戻した。

「ジャック、つけられてたのか? ミス・パテル。君こそ何者なんだ? ジャックの邪魔をしているよ」

 彼はそういって親指を逆さにし、自分の足を示した。そこには、赤とグリーンのレーザーサイトが静かに張り付いていた。アナはアミールに詰め寄ると言い放った。

「いっしょに出頭して」

 その言葉にジャックは付け足した。

「とりあえず捕まれ。詳しい話は、ヴェロニカといっしょに聞いてやる」

 ヴェロニカは足さなかったが、おそらく頷いているだろうと思いながら、ジャックは受話器を持ち替えた。

 アミールは一笑した。

「言うまでもないが、はい、わかりましたというなら、ここで対話してないよな。ほら、列車がたくさん到着したぞ、照準に気をつけな」

 早朝のターミナルに、人が溢れ出した。ターミナルを中心にニューヨークは呼吸している。人の流れは、都市の脈動であり、血流そのものだ。コンコースには人の熱気が溢れ出していた。

 溢れた人の流れに一瞬目を移すと、アナは冷静に、そして穏やかな眼差しでいった。

「おねがい。ジャックのところへ」

 アミールも同じように笑みを消すと、アナの視線を受け入れ、いった。

「君に初めて会った展示の朝を覚えているかい? あれは偶然じゃない。僕は君を殺しに行ったんだ」

 アナの視線が白くなった。眼差しからは生気が失せ、周囲の喧騒に流され、消えていった。そして、どうして? と小さく言葉を落とした。

「君が消えれば、アメリカでボンベイブラッドは、ジャスティンと僕だけだ」

 

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全国のテレビ局が緊急報道に切り替わった。

 キャスターの声は震え、言葉を探す間、画面には会場の静止した映像が映った。スマートフォンの通知が一斉に鳴り、しかし、届くのは言葉ではなく、静寂の報せのように感じられた。

 SNSのタイムラインは瞬く間に情報で埋まり、誰もが画面の中で止まった時間を見つめていた。

「どういうことだ…?」画面を見つめる手が、思わず止まる。

 画面の向こう、遠くの街角でも、カフェでも、オフィスでも、息を呑む人々の姿が映る。

 公園のベンチに座る老女は、手にしたバッグを握りしめ、子供を抱く母親は言葉を失い、運転中の男性はハンドルを握る手に力を込めた。

 沈黙は、都市の喧騒、郊外の静けさ、田舎の広野を一斉に包み込み、世界を一つの深い呼吸に束ねた。

 政府機関では緊急対応が始まっていた。電話が鳴り、スクリーンに赤い警報が灯っている。大統領補佐官は言葉を失い、ペンを握る手が微かに震えている。ホワイトハウス内の廊下は、普段の喧騒を消し、足音だけが響いた。

 誰も正確に理解できないまま、言葉は混乱と恐怖の連鎖として広がっていく。政府内の応急対応が動き、専門家たちが分析を開始する。報告書、通信、カメラ映像、あらゆる情報が交錯するが、四人の存在は、すべての監視の目をすり抜けていた。

 四人の沈黙は、記録に残らず、しかし世界の時間軸に確実な爪痕を刻んだのだ。

 都市、州、国家、世界 — すべてが一瞬にして同じ呼吸をし、同じ時間の中で凍りついた。

 四人の影は、誰にも認識されることなく、世界の中心でその使命を終え、影のまま、夜の帳の中に溶け込んでいった。

  

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僕の新しい小説。

 B♭ (ビーフラット)

 

舞台はニューヨークです。

  

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Soundtrack.

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack/pl.u-47...

 

For japanese

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-for-jap...

  

iTunes Playlist Link::

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b/pl.u-47DJGhopxMD

 

For japanese

music.apple.com/jp/playlist/b-my-novel-soundtrack-for-jap...

  

追記 この小説を多少説明しました。

youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV

  

メモ

 

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「Bombay型(ボンベイ型、hh型)」

•特徴:通常のABO血液型を持たない(A、B、Oに分類されない)特殊な型。

•発見地:1952年、インド・ムンバイ(旧ボンベイ)で初めて確認。

•発生頻度:インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。

•輸血制限:同じBombay型しか輸血できない。

 

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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』

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Shots fired at Trump rally

youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT

  

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