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'Old Cologne' - Historic condominium complex in Czerwionka-Leszczyny, Upper Silesia, southern Poland.
Picture No: 2021-05-01-9999_246_P_FRAMED_S
Edited in Canon DPP 4: brightness: +1.33, shadow: -1, highlight: -2, strengh: +6. Bit cropped.
No photomontage. Framed in Photoshop 6.
After a high society evening, our heroine decides to wander among the proles to see if she might pick up a little rough trade. And as the day slowly breaks, she contemplates the wheelbarrow where she appears to have come to rest at some unspecified, forgotten moment
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An entrance to the largest slum in Mumbai, and in all of Asia – home to more than one million people.
"Dharavi, a Mumbai slum where 600,000 residents are crammed into 520 acres, contains the attributes for environmentally and socially sustainable settlements for the world's increasingly urban population, he said. The district's use of local materials, its walkable neighbourhoods, and mix of employment and housing add up to "an underlying intuitive grammar of design that is totally absent from the faceless slab blocks that are still being built around the world to 'warehouse' the poor" - Prince Charles
"I visited Dharavi with an NGO back in September, and I'm inclined to agree with Charles -- the poverty in Dharavi seems to be of a different character to the poverty elsewhere in Mumbai. Here you see poor children who nevertheless are shod, are playing, attending school, and not begging. Not to say that Dharavi is a paradise or even pleasant to live in -- the toxic fumes from the plastics recycling plants are reason enough to want to raise your children elsewhere -- but that, as compared to government schemes to cram poor people into tower-blocks, Dhravi has a lot going for it." - Cory Doctorow
Didn't know if I was going to make it before the end of the year but I was able to finish this yesterday and take the picture today after I got home from Legoland, I still love that place even though I am considered an adult now. XD
This build originated as a way to show off these figs I made with a cool brick built armor design. Plus I hadn't done a cyberpoc scene this year and my soon to come year end collage wouldn't be complete without it. (if I do one, its a lot of work. :-P)
Hope you guys enjoy and happy new year!
Taken in one of the main Varanassi slums where many child work hardly all days.
You can see more photos in www.ruralphoto.es
My entry to Round 3 of The Tourney 2015 over on MOCpages.
My character searches through the slums of Guaire in search of a man who can give him vital information on other teams.
Just for fun, who do you think the informant is? :)
Not all planets are nice places to visit. Plenty of underhanded deals happen on the seedier planets of the outer rim.
Barter, beg, buy or steal, but make it quick and do it without delay lest someone take an interest in your activities, or hide.
My half of a collaboration with Taz-Maniac for Sydney Brick Show 2016 this weekend, hope you enjoy.
Welcome to the cyber slums, a ramshackle, ecclectic collection of organized chaos, computers and spare parts.
This is one of my largest builds to date, but also one of the most fun as it allowed me the freedom to try out many different textures and techniques I wouldn't have been complimentary in any other build. All of the buildings have full interiors, but I wasn't able to get good lighting to take pictures of the insides, so you'll just have to take my word for it :P
Cheers,
Tim
Soli Deo Gloria
Robby's troops gun take cover as his tank engages the spider-mecha. Meanwhile, my own infantry storm a nearby building.
In the years following King Internationals extensive campaign in Somalia it was evident that while the Tabaraysasho Xornimo had been defeated and scattered beyond repair, there were still many splinters of the original insurgent group operating in the more destabilized areas of eastern Somalia, many taking advantage of the flow of foreign businesses, namely Global Energy Solutions trying to lay claim to the vast expanses of cheap and much of the time unclaimed land due to the large majority of the populace having fled the area to take refuge in neighboring counties. With many of the companies’ investments being threatened, King International was again brought into Somali. Unlike the former contracts pertaining to Somalia, this time King International had to take a less aggressive approach, which ultimately proved costly, on many occasions convoys and escorts were ambushed and with the strict engagement policies, placed in order to cut down on collateral damage, there was, much of the time, little to be done to avoid these confrontations.
Welcome to the cyber slums, a ramshackle, ecclectic collection of organized chaos, computers and spare parts.
This is one of my largest builds to date, but also one of the most fun! It allowed me the freedom to try out many different textures and techniques that wouldn't have been complimentary in any other build. All of the buildings have full interiors, but I wasn't able to get good lighting to take pictures of the insides, so you'll just have to take my word for it :P
Cheers,
Soli Deo Gloria!
Lo studio delle crisi economiche dimostra che sul piano economico, come nella quasi totalità dei fenomeni biologici, la natura abbandonata a se stessa ha sempre la tendenza a passare da un eccesso all'altro.
Contrariamente ai filosofi ottimisti, convinti come Leibniz che natura non facit saltus, la natura nel campo della vita ne pratica di continuo e procede sempre con brusche oscillazioni.
Ignora la tecnica del frenaggio e la sostituisce con bruschi periodi di distruzione.
È indifferente alle sofferenze che sono la logica conseguenza di questi strattoni e di questi riadattamenti periodici.
Gaston Bouthoul
1896 - 1980
Bassifondi di Città del Capo, Sudafrica, vista dal finestrino dell'aereo, lato destro, prima dell'atterraggio
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Took this picture a long time ago, and have no idea where it was. But I was glad I looked up and had my camera with me.
Fr. Joe's shack in 1983. To know the poor you have to live with them. So he did. For thirty-three years.
Photo copyright / Jim Coyne
The following is excerpted from The Gospel of Father Joe:
SETUP: The year is 2000 and Father Joe has taken me to his "neighborhood" and shanty home for the first time
Beyond the parking lot's suffocating smell of diesel and as far as I could see was a slum held aloft on crisscrossing catwalks. Stilts of wood stuck into the muck of a dung-brown canal colored by nature, life, and a city sewage pump. Hundreds of family homes, each smaller than my two-room Banyan Tree suite, sat four feet or so above a soupy mix, give or take twelve inches, depending on the tide of the Chao Phraya River and the day's emissions from a Bangkok Municipal Authority pumping station No. 14.
A few of the more feeble homes leaned into neighbors, like buddies staggering home from a tavern, and at every curve of the catwalks, dense pockets of odor waited, some vaguely different but all sour. At one point, the stench was so strong that we stopped in our tracks, walked to the edge of the catwalk, and stared down.
I jerked reflexively, pulled my shirt over my nose, then lowered it just as quickly. I hoped he hadn't seen. Evidently he had. "Yeah," Father Joe said. "That's a battle I've lost."
Standing on the water was a pile of rubbish as high as raked leaves. Cans, bottles, wrappers, dirty diapers, spoiled food, and various other things I couldn't identify or see clearly in the murky water and evening's shadows. But in the boil of that evening, I could taste them. I wanted to spit.
As we watched, a milky oblong bubble of methane, as large as a head of cauliflower, gurgled to the surface along the edge of one pile. It jiggled like gelatin, then popped.
Daaamn! I couldn't help it; the curse slipped out.
This was Father Joe's neighborhood. His home was two hard turns away and on the left. Had I known, I would've shown more restraint.
Damn, I thought but didn't let slip two minutes later when he stood outside a door and fiddled with a lock and key.
Yours?
He waved me in. From where I stood two feet inside, it looked tidier and sturdier than the others, but it was still a wood-and-tin shack. It had two rooms and a floor made lopsided from the uneven settling of catwalk stilts. He had a single bed, a small TV, and in a corner of the first room, one of those Abdominizer sit-up gadgets.
The "house," as he called it, was proof of evolution. It was several rungs up from other Slaughterhouse shacks where he'd lived.
"Top of the food chain," he said with a straight face.
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For more information on Father Joe's work and chairty visit the Mercy Centre website or its USA tax-deductible equivalent here
Juvenile Female here enjoying the fresh air away from her squalid brooding slum, and squabbling brethren. One from last year at my local small site. Sadly the adults have moved this year due to raptor, and mammal disturbance, although they visit sparingly, and my time is very limited now, Suffolk. Best viewed large.