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The sun burns orange over downtown Vancouver as it slips down from the clouds in the sky toward the horizon, dipping behind the mountains.
It's been a while since I posted anything, sorry to all my Flickr friends for being absent lately. Currently I'm working on developing (no pun intended) another aspect of my photography. Having just picked up a pair of 580EX II flashes and a Pocketwizard Mini TT1 and Flex TT5, I'm trying to wrap my head around flash photography. I've decided that I'm going to attempt a foray into some commercial and product photography, in hopes of moving into the field full time. What might be able to make all this a possibility is an exciting project that I've been a part of over the past few months; the development of an app for iPad, called OfVancouver. This unique app is going to be the first in a series of interactive luxury city guides to the best of everything in Vancouver, from culinary to real estate, fashion, cars, gadgets and other toys. Please take a look at the preliminary website at www.ofvancouver.com
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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
Seen just after delivery to Lothian is 401, a Volvo B5TL/Gemini, bedecked in Edinburgh's traditional colours to the latest design. The arrival of a new bus always triggers excitement. The trade plates were soon removed and the bus prepared to service the needs of the travelling public in Edinburgh over the next 15 years.
I like to take photos of the Fred Hartman Bridge near LaPorte. In the last few months or more, these boat slips have been built at the location at which I like to shoot.
Written on reverse:
You are here looking from the city of Brooklyn, located on the western end of Long Island, towards the lower end of Manhattan Island. East River lies between Brooklyn and the old city of New York. It must be remembered that Brooklyn is now a part of the City of New York. It has been one of the boroughs of the greater city since January 1, 1898. It is a great city in itself, having a population in 1915 of 1,796,799. It is sometimes called the "City of Homes", the "City of Churches" or "New York's Bedroom." The first and the last names are given it because so many of the people who work on Manhattan Island have their homes in Brooklyn.
The view is of especial interest for two things; the shipping and the buildings of lower Manhattan.
On both sides of Manhattan Island and on the shores of Long Island and New Jersey are great wharves along which lie vessels from all nations. New York is the second greatest port in the world, if indeed it can be classed as second. It is a close rival of London, which is usually rated first. In the slips are boats being loaded with cargoes of manufactured goods, grains, in fact everything that our great country makes or grows. Or they may be unloading spices from the Indies, coffee from Brazil, fruits from Central America and the West Indies, manufactured goods from Europe and silks and rice from China, Japan and India. In addition to these ships from across the seas, ferry boats dart back and forth with their loads of people or of freight cars from the Jersey shore and Staten Island.
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We were just leaving LAX, headed back to Florida, the end of a marvelous 14 day cruise. My dad and my sister both spent a day each quarantined on the ship with that awful "Ship's Revenge". Fortunately, I didn't get sick but it took me nine days after I got home to get my "Landilibrium" back. I thought my house never would stop rocking.
So many of the photos I took having only a few seconds to compose, focus and click. You wouldn't believe how many shots I had to delete!
Many thanks to all of you that commented, both serious and crazy funny! You're awesome!!!
The slips (side balcony seating) extend down linear cut-outs in the panels - the view is somewhat restricted! The current theatre, the fifth on the site, opened in 1998 having been almost completely rebuilt on an enlarged site. The architects were Renton Howard Wood Levin Architects - RHWL Architects. Sadlers Wells Theatre, Islington.
London Borough of Islington, North London, England - Sadler's Wells Theatre, Rosebery Avenue
August 2008, image reworked 2021
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Jaina Lefevre is lying on her side on the floor, eyes on the door, watching for when Eamon and Elise come back in. The thumb slips from her mouth when she sees he's alive and she looks at him, at the blood, and her lower lip quivers.
Eamon Cale moves into the room, pushing past the curtain. He glances around once, then makes a swift line for Jaina, curled on the floor and with her thumb in her mouth. "Jaina-lass," he says softly, unable to hear himself, hoping she can hear him instead. He watches her thumb slip free and the tremble of her bottom lip. Slowly, he crouches beside her. "Did he hurt ye worse?"
Chameleon Blinker stumbles onto the medical crate and plops down, still clutching at her arm in a desperate bid to stop the bleeding.
Jaina Lefevre has no idea...but she hurts. She pulls her shirt up a little to show him the wrappings. Bruising dark as a plum covers her back from tailbone to skull, the shaven patch on her head and the skin-glue 'stitches' show that it was a full-body connect to a solid object. (depending on how much he looks her over)
Kimani Silvercloud she decides that adults can handle this so she moves away swaying from exhaustion
Elise Capalini watches Jaina and Eamon in silence. She lifts a hand to rub her aching ear.
Solrana Zagato pauses again, not quite sure where to go and goes to Jaina and Eamon, "Anything I can do to help?'
Eamon Cale's phone suddenly rumbles inside his coat. He can feel it, even if he can't hear it--a irritating buzz against his ribs. He draws it out, checks the text, and turns around to look up at Sol. "Aye, love. Can ye have a look at Jaina-lass? I'd get her out of here tonight, 'til her mums can come find her, but I'd not move her and do more harm if she's not in a state for it."
Jaerik Draken stifles a cough as his body tenses with friction of the armor. Glancing around slowly and deems that the situation is in better control now, and with proper medical personnel in the building. He took this time to make his way out the back doors. Small spatters of blood leading away like marks on a map.
Chameleon Blinker lowers her ears, suddenly afraid of the crowd. She didn't want to be wounded in front of these relative strangers. She gets up and tries to stumble to the next room. ((thanks Jaina! It was lots of fun))
Kimani Silvercloud sees Jae is bleeding and debates following him, even though he moved in the same direction she wanted to go
Jaina Lefevre looks at Eamon, then at Elise. She whispers "Not..broken more. Please...hide me?" She is really REALLY trying to not cry, but the tears shimmer and fall down her cheeks in spite of her efforts.
Solrana Zagato crouches down beside Jaina, her head tilting to the side as she tries to examine her a little closer. She lightly touches the girl's shoulder pressing her face closer to where she thought she saw the stitches. Her eyes squint silently at her back, really regretting forgetting her contacts this morning. "Broken?" She leans back as she began to cry, looking up at Eamon helplessly.
Elise Capalini swallows hard at Jaina's request. Her throat is tight at the sight of her and Eamon there on the floor, both of them hurt.
Eamon Cale nods grimly. "All right, love. Shh, now." He laboriously sends a text, as quick as his thumb and hatred of the damned things will allow, then snaps the phone shut and tucks it away again. Pulling the handkerchief from his brow, he fists it and slides an arm beneath Jaina's knees. If she allows it, he'd wrap a gentle arm around her back, and rise from his crouch, hoisting the lass and cradling her against his chest. "I'm taking her back to the church for the night, Sol, unless ye have an objection. Sister Lis can look after her there--she's a nurse--and she can sleep there well-guarded until her mums can come fetch her."
Jaina Lefevre curls into the Father's shoulder and closes her eyes. "Youaysee...black. Conors right." she whispers. "They broked me bad."
Kimani Silvercloud walks out tiredly
Chameleon Blinker exhales and drops her head on her knee, feeling tired from exhaustion and blood loss.
Solrana Zagato waves her hand. "No objections. This place is too open, and the UAC has free rein here." She narrows her eyes a little bit, "Now were my eyes decieving me or did I honestly think I saw a familar set of red hair that belonged to our favorite UAC person run by?" She shakes her head again. "'cause if so, then I think it might be time to move some of my other patients."
Solrana Zagato glances up at Lektore, her eyes getting a bit wide.
Solrana Zagato: You're not gonna draw a gun in here too are you?
Elise Capalini draws her PDA out and tucks the grenade into her pocket, sending a message to her cats, to keep a firmer watch on all UAC personnel, and to try and determine what their exact interest in children is. She looks up at Sol. "That was Dr. Asbrink," she confirms softly.
Lektore Janus looks down at her pointing to his day old bruised jaw from the looks of witch came from a pistol grip and says in a low tone " got any painkillers?"
Solrana Zagato lets out a soft sigh as gestured to a tray nearby holding what seemed to be a variety of regular over the counter medicines. "Asprin." She turns back to Elise, going silent for a long moment looking at her appraisingly then glancing at the child. "He was after her. That is... new."
Eamon Cale gently kisses Jaina's brow. He can't hear what she said, but he can read the exhaustion born of pain and fear well enough. "We're getting ye out of here, love. Somewhere you'll be safe, I promise." He glances between Elise and Sol, the look on his face and in his dark eyes making it clear what will happen the next time he crosses Asbrink's path, then without a word he carries Jaina out the door.
Jaina Lefevre looks over at Sol. "He wanted t'lesson me he said." she murmurs and then is gone.
Jaina Lefevre seems to relax a touch at the 'somewhere safe, I promise' and curls her fingers in his clothes, face pressed into his chest and doing her best impression of "I can't see you...you can't see me"
Summer yellow flowers line the cliffs, as fog rests along the horizon of the deep blue Pacific Ocean waves off the California coast of Big Sur
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