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20250131 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
20250201 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
Eric Ellis slips in and out of consciousness the day following an operation to remove one of his kidneys in a hospital room at the Medical College of Georgia July 12, 2008. While he did not anticipate the pain, Mr. Ellis said the pain was easy to overlook because he was giving his mother her life back.
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When Alberta Ellis was told by doctors in December that her kidneys had been damaged by congestive heart failure, she had not imagined how drastically her life would change in the coming year.
She had not imagined she would be tethered to a dialysis machine, having to rush back even from the grocery store to undergo dialysis four times a day – at 8 a.m., noon, 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. She had not imagined that the same machine that kept her alive would take away her freedom.
She had not imagined she would end up with three kidneys in her body, or that one of them would be from her son Eric.
Of the Ellis' three children, Eric is always the first to help out. When he discovered that his mother was having health problems, his first thoughts were to move home and see if the two were compatible for a kidney transplant.
Although he knew the transplants are often much harder on the donor's body, Eric never wavered in his decision. "There was no stopping me," he said, grinning at his mother.
On Feb . 6 , mother and son discovered they were a match.
"I kinda had the feeling we would be," Eric said.
"We matched right from the beginning," his mother replied.
The two went into surgery on July 11. Eric had three holes cut into him for his laparoscopic surgery. Mrs. Ellis left surgery with 56 sutures and a healthy kidney.
When Eric awoke in a hospital room at MCG down the hall from his sleeping mother, he was in a lot of pain, but another sensation overpowered it .
"Emotionally, I felt real good doing it for my mom. Once it was over and I saw my mom, I felt a sense of closeness … a sense of fulfillment."
The two recovered together, which made it easier to sympathize with the weakness and aches. Mrs. Ellis' husband, Edward, cooked the two soup and became their personal nurse.
Although Mrs. Ellis must take 23 pills a day and have check-ups to make sure her body does not reject her son's kidney, she will have the freedom to garden and travel – two activities dialysis took away from her.
Eric and his mother have a bond very few people can claim.
"I know this will change my life. Now I will be able to pick up and go," Mrs. Ellis said. "I'm just glad it's behind us and we can look forward to our life and be healthy."
This tray has all the micro slips and slip holders, as well as erasable blank magnets.
The pre-printed slips have symbols on them, similar to the ones on some of the magnets. They are mostly for problem solving and decision making.
There are also a whole bunch of magnets with little clear pockets to hold the slips.
See here about the blockage magnets.
The central space holds long magnets and clear strips to hold a line of slips or notes like a magnetic clamp - see the magnet board on the table easel.
A better picture of my little back pocket hipster, with some to-do slips added and my darling little Birdie. Oh, this is Munchkin land.
The pad is 3 1/2" x 2 1/2" and I carry it in my back pocket all the time, and don't notice it one bit, even with the pencil and clip.
There is more on my organising stuff on my website www.judyofthewoods.net/organised.html with a lot more to come soon
45036 slips through the freight avoiding lines at Newcastle on a dull and miserable 15th December 1984 with a Southbound Speedlink service. The spots on the former head code panel seem slightly mispositioned giving the Peak a slightly drunken look.
..it clears all obstacles with his legs tension in balance
The wolf slips on his signature brand, it crosses above the transition to the tip of her heels
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
Lake Sunapee is an 8.1 mile long glacial lake in western New Hampshire and is the highest lake of its size in America at 1100 ft. above sea level. Print Size 13x19 inches.
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
Quiet slips the Trent past the ancient Lincolnshire town of Gainsborough. The bridge, seen here, replaced the old ferry in 1791. It is Grade 2 listed, marred slightly, perhaps, by the loss of its original stone balustrades, which were replaced with utilitarian steel railings when the bridge was widened in 1964. The motif for the original balustrades was supposedly taken from those atop the town's All Saints' Parish Church - which is fortunately still there to this day.
Camera: Nikon F5
Lens: Nikkor 28-80mm Zoom
Film: Ilford HP5+ Developed in D-76
Epson V600 scan
20250131 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
A few weeks ago, this marina/harbor would have been full of boats. November 6th in Northern Indiana ....they are winterized and tucked away until spring.
it all slips by so fast but i don’t know if i should be trying to take photos or not. i forgot to take photos of ten million beautiful moments recently. a lot of really cool graffiti that i forgot to take pictures of too. when i die one day i hope that i get to see a lot of the stuff that i saw when i was alive again. but i don’t know if pictures can really capture what’s so beautiful about real life. so, what’s the point anyway? a lot of my favorite photos to see are just personal documents. i guess pain is not usually the intention of a photo but sometimes it’s like that’s all i got. the can be so painful it’s almost like they’re dangerous or sharp and you get scared of them and maybe even avoid looking at them. maybe you want them to go away forever so they cant hurt you. but then you realize it’s ok because you can look at the past and cherish or laugh or cry but never hold on too hard or judge unfairly or run away. i think im gonna start taking pictures again. i got a roll of film to develop (but i lost three precious undeveloped rolls and two cameras. so maybe that’s why i’ve been so discouraged about the whole idea of this shit) and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t a little scared to see what’s on there. i won’t make all those private photos public but some of them might have graffiti on them and they might make you or me laugh. a photo of graffiti has yet to make me cry but i could see that happening soon. ok sorry now i’m don’t with this egotistical rant, i’m sorry if you’re reading this and ur like damn i just wasted my precious time reading this nonsense on flickr. but you should be questioning why you’re even looking at my shit really or anything so good on ya. but anywho, i need to go to bed so i can go to my new job making sandwiches tomorrow, and it’s gonna be -9 Fahrenheit. ima try to take a selfie in the kitchen tomorrow. my last photo uploaded on flickr will be a screenshot of a pdf of an essay on my real feelings about all of you , human history, and my predictions for all of our lives.
The mighty Mekong
Slips below our wings. Come see!
Nine dragons race us!
Finally, back in April, 2012, on the 3RRRFM/Intrepid Travel tour, our plane came in over Vietnam, across the southwestern tip of the country, banking over the beautiful Mekong Delta, the "Nine Dragon river delta" (đồng bằng sông Cá»u Long). Nearing Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) the aircraft went into its landing pattern pretty quickly, so I was very busy getting myself and my gear squared away. Also, I wanted to keep out of the line of sight of my seat mate, who was an ex-pat Vietnamese, going home to visit relatives. I'm sure it was a special moment for him too.
I'd never been to anywhere in Asia before, so I was particularly chuffed that my first glimpse of it should be of such a particularly picturesque land and riverscape. With the evening sun low in the sky, the light angled brilliantly across the water, turning the richly silted brown flows to gleaming quicksilver ribbons.
Having read a fair bit about the Delta in accounts of the 2nd Indochina War I could see what formidable terrain it was but my thoughts as we descended were far from that terrible time in the past and more upon the region's present role as an agricultural and biological treasury.
The Mekong river is the world's 13th longest river, running an estimated 4,350 km (2,703 miles) down from the Tibetan plateau through China, Burma, Laos, Thailand, and Cambodia before crossing Vietnam to discharge into the South China Sea. The Delta covers about 39,000 square kilometres (15,000 sq miles) which is roughly a bit more than half the size of the Australian island-state, Tasmania. Home to about 17.4 million people, the Delta is intensively farmed (those are rice paddies in the picture) and contributes heavily to Vietnam being the world's second biggest exporter of rice, following Thailand.
The hydrology of the Delta is rather complex, partly because the low tide level of the river in Cambodia is lower than the high tide at sea, so the flow of the Mekong inverts with the tides, carrying water INLAND at intervals. Of course, this means that there are salination challenges to be faced. Although that can be exploited for saltwater aquaculture it's not so useful, as well we know in Australia, for regular farming. Australian scientists are working with other countries to genetically modify local rice variants grown in Vietnam to be more resilient to salt and environmental stress. As you can see the plain is quite flat, and is prone to flooding by storm surges and typhoons.
The 2010 drought that affected the Delta also increased salination, with saltwater penetrating inland almost twice as far as usual. The Mekong Delta is particularly vulnerable to climate change and rising sea levels coupled with lower rainfall are very likely going to cause much disruption over the coming decades, along with deforestation and increased hydroelectricity development in both Vietnam and other countries upstream. It gives you pause to seriously ponder that it's estimated that more than a third of the Mekong Delta could be submerged if sea levels rise by 1 meter (39 inches). Of the 13 Mekong Delta provinces, several in particular would be in danger of losing half of their land to indundation, including Ben Tre and Long An. Various flood reduction strategies are being pursued, including dykes and other barriers, as well as coastal mangrove forestry.
The lush, verdant green of the landscape wasn't entirely a surprise, as it was similar to the tropical vegetation up in northern Australia. Still, being from Melbourne, I'm much more accustomed to the dusty green foliage that we have down south in Victoria.
Next stop, Tan Son Nhat International Airport, but only temporarily, as we then boarded a domestic flight to take us up to Hanoi.