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A.R.G.U.S Base, Unknown Location - 2:39 PM.

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Amanda Waller sits In her office, Keeping an eye on all Meta-Human threats to the country. She Is watching a video on her computer, showing a shadowy figure, killing dozens of men In seconds. It looked like the figure was smoke, and like he was floating with two bright glowing eyes.

He threatened to do more unless the world's greatest heroes don’t face him. Amanda Waller looked shocked. She then heard a knock on her office door.

“Come In.” She says.

Her best agent came to meet her In her Office.

“Ma’am, You called me over?” he says, nervously.

“Sit Down." she says, gesturing to a chair.

He walks over to the chair and sits.

“Me and you both know there has been a huge Increase of these Meta-Humans, what we’re calling It at the moment is ‘The Meta-Human Crisis’. I’ve been keeping an eye on them, and there are some that worry me. One specifically. Calling himself ‘Music Meister’.” She says.

She then shows him the video of Meister. His eyes widen as he watches It.

“We need to recruit these heroes, for the safety of this country.” She says, handing him a file.

“Start with these three, they have ‘Seen’ Meister before.” She says, the man then nods.

He looks through the file, It shows three heroes, Aquaman, Flash, and Green Lantern. Showing pictures of them In action, and showing them In their normal, everyday outfits. He then looks at the Info part of the files.

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Aquaman.

Name: Arthur Orm Curry Jr.

Age: 19.

Date Of Birth: July 29, 1997.

Power Description: Powers come from a trident.

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Flash.

Name: Jaime Allen.

Age: 17

Date of Birth: October 4th,1998.

Power Description: Uncanny Speed and Reflexes.

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Green Lantern

Name: Hal Jordan.

Age: 20

Date of Birth: February 24,1996

Power Description: Makes objects out of green power ring.

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He closes the files.

“We’ll start with Aquaman, Ma’am.” He says, Amanda Waller then nods In response.

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John’s House, San Francisco - 3:00 PM.

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I was sitting on the couch, watching TV on John’s newly installed flat screen TV, while John was sitting on his computer doing whatever he does. I was getting pretty comfortable in San Francisco, but I'm planning to go back, very, very soon. I’ve even been thinking of getting my own place, just a small apartment. But that probably won’t happen.

I pause the TV as I hear a ‘Ding Dong’ sound come from the door.

“Hey Arthur someone’s at the door, could you get that?” he asks.

“Sure thing” i say as i walk over to the door.

I open the door to see an agent, with an ‘A.R.G.U.S’ Badge on. He seems like he wants something.

“Hello?” I say when I open the door.

“Hello, Arthur Orm Curry Jr.” The man in front says.

I Look surprised, as he just pronounced my full name. And I just met him.

“How do you know me?” i asked, confused.

“I'm from A.R.G.U.S. And I'm here to recruit you by order of Amanda Waller.” He replies.

John quickly gets off his computer, jumps off his chair and sprints to the door.

“Say What Now?” he says, catching his breath and putting his head down.

“Agent John, What are you doing here?” He says as John’s eyes widen and he lifts his head up.

“Aaaand, you just revealed I'm an ARGUS agent didn’t you?” he says

I turn over to him looking at him with a surprised face.

“I Knew there was something you weren’t telling me..” I mutter.

“Uh, come in.” He says as he gestures to the dining room table.

The man sat down on the chairs and took out a file from his coat.

He sets it on the table.

“What’s That?” I Ask looking at the file.

“It’s a file.” the man says.

“I Know that, but what is that specifically?” i ask again.

“Oh, it’s a file of the villain that you and others will be facing.” He says.

“Could I take a look?” I Ask

“Yes.”

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Music Meister

Name: Unknown

Age: Unknown

Date of Birth: Unknown

Description: Made out of darkness itself, He has black ragged clothes wrapped around him, no facial features other than two small pure white eyes, he has two small ragged black capes swinging on his back, and a ragged black hood. His hands glow yellowish greenish. He only attacks during the night.

Power Description: He uses Dark magic. He can fade into air and thus disappear. Super Fast, except when he moves in super speed you don’t see his body moving, just his figure. He can get inside your head, where he uses music to deconcentrate you. He is void of emotions and is not afraid to kill. He ONLY speaks in music lyrics.

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“That’s...Exactly how I remember him.” I Say as I close the file.

“We need you to help us. Help us defeat him, bring these heroes together.” He commented

I Look over to John, he nods.

“I’ll do it. When do we start?”

| Carcassonne, France

While visiting Carcassonne, France we lived in a small apartment on an everyday street. By this time I was so in love with my surroundings that gazing out the window to the building across the street felt important and beautiful. I found myself putting "my frame" around these views wanting to infuse the pictures with the feelings I was having.

Hand-pulled photogravure print is made with Charbonnel Noir 55981, Bistre, and Red ochre inks on Hahnemühle copperplate paper. I printed an edition of 6 numbered prints and 2 A/P prints.

Hand-pulled print by Ray Bidegain

Limited edition of 6

7"x 7" inches on an 11 x 15.5" sheet.

Signed numbered and titled by the artist on the lower front.

I need a dark backdrop, smoke and lights BUT... I only have a small apartment, ceiling lamps and white closet doors.

Use your imagination!

(Image taken with a roll film analog camera: Agfa Isolette II).

This is the year 1976, the year I met my wife and also my love for Photography. Here my wife is snacking in our small apartment in beautiful Puerto Rico. You can see my Print enlarger on the table which I used at night to make prints.

(Spanish: Esto fue en el año 1976, donde encontré mi querida esposa y mi amor por la Fotografía. Si se fijan la ampliadora del cuarto obscuro esta en la mesa del comedor. Pues no había espacio).

(Press "L" or click on the image for a large view).

Location: Ponce, Puerto Rico

Year: 1976

Thanks for your visits, comments, faves, and views.

The Almeria coast is 10 degrees cooler than here in Murcia , we have a small apartment there right on the beach . Vera playa is a naturist resort so this obviously means I will be male from now until mid September , I will still get to wear my dresses when we go out for evening meal , thank goodness . I will miss all you gorgeous girls but its only a few weeks .

Adios xxxxxxxxxx

Grandfather’s family. Beautiful young woman is my great-grandma.

During the WW2 they left their new house and migrated to the north. They came back in 1945, life never went back to normal and big house no longer existed instead they lived in a small apartment. From 1945 until 1995 for 50 years my family lived in that part of Ukraine.

Novohrad-Volynskyi (Ukrainian: Новогра́д-Воли́нський, romanized: Novohrád-Volýns’kyj; Russian: Новоград-Волынский, romanized: Novograd-Volynsky; Yiddish: זוויל‎ translit. Zvil; Polish: Zwiahel) is a city in the Zhytomyr Oblast (province) of northern Ukraine. Originally known as Zviahel, the city was renamed in 1795 after annexation of territories of Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth by the Russian Empire soon after the third Partition of Poland.

Similar to another image I posted over a decade ago...but slightly weirder in all the right ways (for me).

Friend of mine is going through a divorce, I tried to cheer him up by telling him this is the next chapter in his life, time to go photograph people like crazy.

I saw it as me giving him this blueprint for a fun life, because that's how I see, what, 2008-2020...not that my life has ended! But I'm older, in a different phase, there's only so long one can go to a secluded park with two of the best models he's ever met, having entertained them with stories and jokes during the forty minute drive just to get to the park, then take them deep inside the sprawling foliage, find various beds of flowers and vines and moss, photograph them, entertain them on the drive home, then photograph them some more once you're back in your quite small apartment.

That's a ride for a younger man!

Reminds me of an author who used to complain about being old, made it part of his online persona...but the guy was THIRTY-FIVE.

It's not that I feel old, which is why i feel okay gifting this blueprint to my friend, he's in his early 40s, that's not quite Young...it's that I've done it. I look at all these pictures from all these years and triumph that I did it, I'm on a different ride, now.

This was a good one, I've waited fifteen years to post it, what a ride.

Another day at the work my office is cleaned and I love to be positive. Even those sometimes you can have bad days but today is a good day. i am soon moving out from my small apartment in real life and soon move in to my bigger apartment. I am gonna get a pet i dont know what yet. I hope you all had a wonderful Wednesday. I am gonna continue work for this office and in this club.

Visit this location at ~Wick'd Sins Club-(Where Your Sins Can Be Fun) in Second Life

Bilder tagna inne i en liten lägenhet i Stockholm under coronakrisen 2020. Images shot from inside a small apartment in Stockholm during the corona crisis of 2020.

Monasterio de Santa Catalina

Una delle vie con aiuole fiorite e con le singole casette colorate di rosso (colore dominante nel monastero).

Fondato nel 1579 e, inizialmente, ogni suora disponeva di un piccolo appartamento per lei e le proprie serve o schiave (a seconda del periodo e disponibilità della famiglia).

One of the streets with flower beds and individual houses colored red (the dominant color in the monastery).

Founded in 1579 and, initially, each sister had a small apartment for her and her servants or slaves (depending on the period and availability of the family).

Old Jack quit the bar business...

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For the amateur detectives. It was 2020 (the year of Covid), the pub was shuttered. One night in September of that year there was a fire. The police suspected arson. Planning permission has just been given for a small apartment block, overriding many local objections. Nothing to see here? OK, move on...

The Jack O' Lantern Pub, South Ockendon, Essex UK

I learnt on this day that if you find yourself taking pics in a small apartment use the window!

This photo is definitely special , if you see my portfolio you will see that I love creating fine art photography or portraits in beautiful surroundings with lots of light , but when it comes to him, when it comes about us, I dont need any of that . In here we are in our small apartment at the end of the day and maybe you cant see our eyes, but every time I see this picture I can not stop thinking about his look and how much I love him. I see this photo and I am grateful to life for that moment.

Steve was a joy to speak with. From the very start, I knew this was going to be a great conversation (and it was--I wish I could've recorded everything he said!) "I'm 65 and I drank for 47 years and did cocaine four years. But I've been clean for four years and I'm not going back!" He was proud of his girlfriend who finished her treatment program and has been clean for six months, "I'm helping her stay clean". He does have a small apartment now and makes extra money selling individual cigarettes to people on the street. "Trust God", he said. "I used to pray and as soon as I would finish, I would look around for my answer to prayer. It's not like that--God answers prayer in His time!" He was so positive and happy and was grateful for his grand-daughter. "I have everything I need!" When I see him again, I'll be sure and record his words of wisdom, because he was rich...

PLEASE, NO invitations or self promotions, THEY WILL BE DELETED. My photos are FREE to use, just give me credit and it would be nice if you let me know, thanks.

A first-class car originally numbered 442, the CPR 51 became a school car in July 1928. The school car was an ingenious way of providing regular instruction for children living in a number of remote communities in northern Ontario. Pulled by a regular train, the school car was left on a siding for eight to ten days so that children of all levels could benefit from the teacher’s instruction. Then the train took the car to another community. The school car completed the entire circuit in four to six weeks and then started over again from the beginning. Its educational program was the one followed in all Ontario elementary schools. The school car also played an important community role, with the teacher and his wife periodically organizing evening adult education classes and social activities that broke the isolation of pioneer days.

The school car is divided in two sections: a classroom with 15 desks, and a small apartment for the teacher and his family, who lived on board throughout the school year. The apartment includes a kitchen, a toilet and a bedroom with a living-room corner. This school car served until 1967.

All the information used with the pictures was taken from information at the Canadian Railway Museum Site.

www.exporail.org/en/collections/our-collection/

Manufacturer: Nedland Industries Model: Poly-Dura Kart 96 gallon

I'm a bit mystified by these as from what I'm aware Veit does not run any regular MSW collection services. Therefore I'm not really sure what they are used for. The building they are by appeared to be a small apartment or office building of some sort. These have also been there for a number of years as they were pictured in 2012 on Gmaps.

Please Note: This and other photos taken during this time were all obtained while following local social distancing guidelines and practicing other precautions against the spread of the virus.

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Please do not use this photo or any part of this photo without first asking for permission, thank you.

This story is a collaborative effort between me and a very good friend(and Muse) who wished to remain in the shadows.

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Lucidity’s “penny dreadful” Ruby

Part 1

First Part: Another’s Perspective

... stands in behind the trees, the park darkened, illuminated by only a sparse placement of light poles.

Watches the coming and going of fancy vehicles traversing the long winding driveway, discharging their passengers at the long stairway leading up into a fancy upper class home, a mansion on the hill.

A large party is in full participation mode, some type of political gathering for the city's more influential citizens.

She feels her lips curl in a small smile, as a fancy white limousine stops, and a group of fashionably dressed Ladies, laughing and talking gather together in a protective cluster.

There, in a beautiful couture red gown, a large red stone on a necklace, reflecting light so brightly, she could see it clearly from here.

Watches them unite arm in arm and flow up the stairs as if they were an unstoppable force.

Taking off her dark over coat, she folds it and tucks it into the notch of a nearby tree. Wearing her own fashionable gown, steps from the darkened wood, and crosses to the stairway, time to check out this party a little closer...

Second Part, Lucidity’s Perspective

Bored of the party that was being held downstairs, Lucidity had gone off exploring on her own, slipping past the red velvet ropes that served as a poor excuse to keep visitors from going upstairs.

Upstairs she began wondering from room to room.

Finding that one room were being remolded. Paint cans, sheets covering furniture and piles of thin reddish coloured rope were inside.

She paused a mere second, her hand fingering her necklace, as she reflected a bit over a movie she had seen recently..

One where a red gowned dame had been tied up by a scoundrel trying to keep her from putting the finger on him. He had left here there to make his escape. But he had not taken to opportunity to rob her, which Lucidity had found rather vexing, for the lady had been wearing some pretty jewellery that any thief worth his salt should have noticed?

So much for realism in movies she clucked to herself.

She went on with her adventure.

Passing several full length ornately gilded mirrors, lucidity admired how her red gown flowed, how the reflection of her expensive rubies flashed fire in the dimly lit room.

The majority of the rooms large, airy stone walled rooms had baloneys, which she explored.

Sneaking a smoke on one of the balconies she delighted in her discoveries. Wondering why guests were not allowed up here. I mean, what could happen she murmured to herself….

Third part : Another’s Perspective

Hiding behind a curtain in the dark hallway. The upper floors empty of staff, residents, and revelers.

The occasional soft sound of laughter and muffled pleasure coming from some of the rooms, that apparently guests have managed to stumble upon to enjoy a few moments away from the more boisterous wine happy crowd below.

Watching from above, searching for the flash of ruby colored, gown amongst the throng.

Turning her head at a slight sound, steps back further into the shadow.

There, before her, is the gown, it's lovely owner, and the sparkle of crimson fire suspended from a gold chain.

Watching the lady, walk down the hallway, glancing at rooms and the occasional piece of art, along her passage.

The Lady must be searching for her own momentary escape from the crowd, and her friends.

What might she be searching for.

Steps out from behind the curtain, and staying in the shadows, walking silently on the thick carpeted floors, follows the lady on her explorations.

Slips into a alcove in the hallway as the Lady suddenly looks about, then she herself steps into a room.

Waiting a few moments, stepping to the doorway, and looking in. Only to view the Lady stepping out onto a balcony. The breeze gently blowing her hair about her shoulders.

Eyebrows lift in surprise and a small muffled laugh escapes her throat as she watches the lady, in the flare of a lighter, as she lights a cigarette.

The smoke gently encircles her head, then drifts off with the night breeze.

She laughs softly to herself thinking, oh this lovely one, also has secrets, she is being naughty sneaking out to have her hidden smoke.

Thinks it might be a perfect moment, to introduce herself, then shaking her head steps back to the other side of the hallway, back into the deepest shadows, just to watch...

Fourth part : Lucidity’s Perspective

Lucidity had returned home to her cottage on the ocean, with its private beach.

Going upstairs she had put away her wrap and laid down her ruby sequined clutch purse.

She then headed out to the balcony overlooking the ocean. As she listened to the soothing sounds of the surf, Lucidity lit one of her long cigarettes and after taking a deep breath, let the smoke curl form her lips out over the beach.

Normally this would help calm her down before sleep.

But she had a nagging feeling she had been watched while attending the Minister’s black-tie fundraiser, a feeling that had followed her home, and was still lingering.

Lucidity turned and headed back inside.

She decided against a nightcap, and began to make preparations to retire for the night.

She kept open the balcony door, wishing to feel the cool breeze along her skin. But she could not shake that feeing of being watched. So turning out the bedrooms’ lights, she changed into a long brite chartreuse night gown using the lite from her lit candles as she changed in front of her mirror.

She admired her reflection in the mirror, delighted by the shadowy effects form the candles as the flames flight flickered along her figure. . She let her figures play along her figure, and her jewels.

“If someone was watching me, then I hope that person see’s something they like!” Lucidty reflected rather daringly before turning away.

The last thing she did was to remove her rubies, nestling the jewels inside her great grandmother’s antique jewellery casket.

Fourth part : Another’s Perspective

Smiles softly to herself, nestled in the soft green bushes hidden within the shadows of the balcony.

The lady in red had returned home, and she had arrived to the Lady's house first, and found a wonderful comfortable little vantage spot.

From here she could see onto the balcony and through the lattice wood doorway leading into the bedroom.

This beach front property was a universe away from her own apartment, overlooking the city lights.

Looking up at the sound of the doors opening she watched the Lady, step out into the night's cool breeze. Her body still shrouded with the shimmering form fitting gown and the ruby necklace still about her long smooth neck.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter lines, as the Lady again looked about, as if ensuring her empty home, was in fact empty. Then stepping to the balcony's edge lit and savored another of her long slim cigarettes.

Watching the smoke, slowly curl up into the night sky and drift out over the quietly undulating waves.

Hearing the Lady exhale softly and turn to go back inside. The Balcony doorway left open, to facilitate the movement of air, and the better to facilitate the movements of a visitor.

Watching the Lady step before a full length mirrored wardrobe, watched her disrobe, watched her slip into a sheer chartreuse colored night gown.

Watched the " change".

Watched as the lights were extinguished, and the flickering of lit candles danced upon the windows.

Watched as the Lady removed the ruby and gold chain setting it onto a delicate stand beside her bed.

Watched.... watched... then moved....

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Fifth Part : Lucidity’s awakening

Early the next morning as the sunrise begins to light up her room promising new adventures. Lucidity awakes, stretches, seeing the reflection in the mirror of her scarlet red satin gown placed over her vanity chair…

Lucidity looked up on the vanity,

With a startled heartfelt gasp, she spies the now open lid of her deep jewel casket, the one she had placed her rubies into the night before and then had closed the lid, and laying next to it a Pink rose, and curiously, a long ivory Cigarette holder?

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Sixth Part : Another’s Perspective

Another day, another sunrise, the sounds of conflicting traffic

rose to her from the streets below.

In conflict with the bright sunbeams struggling to pass the folded edges of her curtains,

the most bothersome tones of her little alarm clock announced the arrival of another day.

Stretching and tossing off her covers,

Groaning softly while rubbing away the remains of her tormented sleep.

Such dreams, so real, so vivid.

If she could only in real life go to such parties.

Be amongst the special people, the important people, the decision makers.

The ones, that truly seemed to enjoy life.

Her pleasures were always hidden away within in her dreams.

Opening the curtain wide, with a small gasp of pleasure

As the warmth of the sunlight came through

The large window. She always slept nude, in her small apartment,

where looking out her window she could only see

more buildings, who would see her. Why would they bother to look?

Taking a moment before grabbing some breakfast, and hurrying as per usual to get ready for work,

She closes her eyes to recall the lingering remnants of her dream.

Vague recollection of fancy cars, the winding long driveway leading to the Mansion on the hill, and the people.

All so fashionably dressed in their finery, laughing, drinking, and partying,

No cares, no worries. The menagerie of people, all blurred into a single yet wonderful image of human prosperity.

Smiling to heselfr, recalling the woman, the Lady, dressed in the most striking red gown.

So lovely, so enchanting, poised and sophisticated. Wearing the most marvelous jewelry,

Especially the Large Ruby necklace.

Her mouth slides fleetingly upwards in a small wicked curl of lips,

as she wonders briefly, what might interrupt and break through that

poise and sophistication.

She shivered and held closely the wonder of her dream. Knowing she would never

truly have the chance to be part of such a world.

Her therapist so long ago had mentioned big words like Dissociative Identity disorder.

Her inability to get a good night sleep, memory gaps, lost time,

and the feeling of always being watched.

As if someone was always just beside her, just out of view, her shadow ready to push her aside and take over her little world.

What silly and strange thoughts.

She would be happy with her menial job,

Her little place in the corner of this big wide beautiful world.

Living vicariously through the lens wielded by the director of her

night time dreams.

Laughs at her musings, turning on the coffee brewer,

then heading to take that much needed wake up shower.

Stops suddenly, stumbles as her legs suddenly feel weak

and her knees threaten to collapse.

Her hand going to her mouth, eyes widening in shock, suddenly struggling to

get air past clenched muscles in her throat.

There hanging from the door knob, leading into her shower:

A shiny gold chain and the largest most fire kissed red ruby she could imagine.

Yes she could imagine it; she must be, for it was the very necklace of her dream

To Be Continued

The day was approaching, and the anxiety in the family, but especially in Camila, was increasing exponentially. You only turn 15 once in your life, and for Camila, it was just about getting there. She didn't want a party. Her father insisted on making the best of her 15th birthday, which had been seen in her privileged caste group, the Argentine oligarchy. That seemed not to be possible in the face of his daughter's refusal. The second option was a trip to the Fiyi Islands, as a gift. Her father was an important businessman in the construction sector. In the big city you could see several high-class buildings, which raised their silhouettes, with each day more imposing presence, as their heights advanced in their construction. Her name, Camila, was better known by her surname. Precisely that overwhelmed her, there was not a day that they did not ask her the six damn words: Are you Montalbo's daughter?

The answer, almost with a certain tone of arrogance, was: yes, but I am a violinist in the Philharmonic of the Colon Theatre (a majestic building, considered one of the five theatres in the world, for its acoustics and architectural style in the heart of the city) continued with its routine answers.

-I also play the piano and compose my own songs, but my greatest quality, or in any case, my virtue or my mission, is that of helping the needy, the forgotten, those who were not lucky enough (the choice of noun is worthwhile) to be born into a family with high economic resources.

I didn't get much further than these comments when I felt that the person I was talking to was diverting the conversation or simply saying goodbye, with the supposed urgency for who knows what.

Going back to his father, his company, too, was related to civil constructions, in other words, it was involved in large tenders for the state, in construction of road-bridges etc. You could say he was a state contractor. They lived in a mansion in the northern zone of the conurbation, precisely in San Isidro, in the ravines overlooking the Rio de la Plata. If we are talking about a party, that is what was left over, because every weekend it was usual to have many guests, in negotiations with gala dress and a lot of mockery.

Camila tried not to be present, as much as possible, not only did she not like this type of meeting, but she even less liked to dress up in evening dresses. Her thing was jeans and blouses, and her eternal cap which was her trademark. To some extent it was a comfort to them, the parents and to her. There was an agreement, not explicit, but convenient, that she would not be present.

It wasn't that parents who cared too much about what their daughter was doing, in the hours she was away at home, much less the intimate talks of parents with their children, that didn't exist in this family. Their usual routine, Camila's, was with a small group, touring the poor neighborhoods, where they brought them food and a little love. Also three nights a week, in the cold winters of Buenos Aires, they would drive around the streets with two cars, bringing clothes and hot food to people in the streets.

The summer of 1976, February, was exactly one of the weeks where the temperature remained for more than 5 days without going below 29 degrees at night and with 40 at noon. It was an opportunity, with the excuse of getting together to drink and listen to music, to meet other groups that were doing similar work, but had a political vision of how to change social injustices, which Camila knew perfectly well. It was scheduled for Saturday, in a Quinta (houses with huge parks and trees on the outskirts of the first cordon of the province of Buenos Aires) was the Municipality of Moreno. The Casona was full of young people, the parents, owners of the mansion were on a trip to Europe. Camila's first curiosity, or concern, was, a system of guards, young boys no older than 25, armed, covering the perimeter of the huge garden that surrounded the house. She would soon understand why. It was an Assembly of the Guerrilla group ERP (Revolutionary Army of the People) was the military structure of the Revolutionary Workers' Party, of Marxist orientation, led by Mario Roberto Santucho.

A window was opened, for Camilla, absolutely unknown to her. The organization, the bases of political action, the analysis of the need for revolutionary change, which could change, that which caused her so much pain, seduced her very deeply. It was that night that she joined the ERP.

In the days that followed, she participated in several meetings, of organization. Camila refused to carry a gun, but she refused to be an operational member of the organization, in what she wanted and knew, to help the poor. Thus began a rapid career of ascendancy up the ladder of group membership. The contributions, ideas and actions, reached the ears of the boss himself, Mario Roberto Santucho.

The week after that decision to join the guerrilla ranks, Camila fell ill with the flu. It forced her to stay home. But this time, the famous parties with her already well-known guests, became a strange mixture of military and people, who looked like spies. Actually too many Yankee movies, thought Camila, when from the edge of the stairs, and out of pure boredom I go down to watch and then listen. Among the supposed guests or rather organizers, who in this case was not her father, was Admiral Massera. His presence and his tone of voice, stood out from the rest, so I let Camila listen.

- Look Enrique Montalbo, I'm not suggesting that your company will be a necessary part of the new government.

- Excuse me, Admiral, what new government are you talking about?

- I will tell you, since public opinion is crying out for us to intervene and restore the values of the institutions, of the holy family, and our traditions which the atheistic communists are trying to destroy,.......

- I understand, Admiral, but what do I have to do with everything you say?

- We're going to need great state contractors, like you to do great works for our beloved country, and we'll work to make your company the winner of our public tenders, you'll see,...

Camila, coughing, and heard by several, had no other possibility than to call the father to ask him to make her a tea with honey and went quickly up to her room.

Her mother did so, since the domestic servants were not there on request, or rather on the orders of the new "partners".

On March 24, 1976, Argentina dawned, with "communiqué number one of the military junta: Literal: "The population is informed that, as of this date, the country is under the operational control of the Board of General Commanders of the Armed Forces. It is recommended that all inhabitants strictly abide by the provisions and directives emanating from military, security or police authorities, as well as take extreme care to avoid individual or group actions and attitudes that may require drastic intervention by personnel in operations.

The Military Government Board was composed of: on behalf of the Army,Videla, for the army, Admiral Emilio Eduardo Massera for the Navy and Brigadier General Orlando Ramon Agosti for the Air Force, initiating the National Reorganization Process.

The objective was to annihilate all groups of organizations, which were opposed to the new order, and to the implementation of a government of a liberal economy, without regulation and of course without any kind of opposition, carrying out a system of 340 clandestine detention and torture centers.

Camila, received a message, delivered, with a very careful system of posts, to be presented in a place There was the day and time indicated. It was a bar on the corner of San Juan and Boedo, she sat down, ordered a coffee and waited. There were several people there, some of them even looked like journalists. About 35 minutes later, a school bus appeared, it was the vehicle they had to board. They got on and were transported to a remote location on the outskirts of the city in an abandoned type of shed, there were about 40 chairs placed in a way, stalls facing a long table about four meters with trestles. The nervousness prevailed in the audience, Camila could recognize several of them, from the famous meeting in Moreno. She was about to greet one of them when the head of the ERP, Santucho, made his entrance together with five people. They sit down at the table and a kind of communiqué begins, (that's why two foreign journalists were there) where he relates the system of state terrorism that the military junta in absolute secrecy, with night patrol commands, was kidnapping, torturing and killing dozens of people. In only four days of the installation the nefarious dictatorship that for that reason the ERP, would go from the date to operate clandestinely. Later, Santucho was removed with two more people and only two remained, who after formally asking the journalists to report the events, in their respective media what was happening in Argentina. A car was waiting for them outside to drop them off again at the bar in San Juan and Boedo.

Then there was an assembly where, among other things, several members were asked to leave everything that up until that moment was their normal life, especially the request was for Camila. The conversation was very hard, because they knew how much contact her father had with the dictatorship. Even worse, they told her that her father was part of the corrupt system of wealth accumulation, and that he was aware of what was happening with the disappearance of people. That she should leave her house and they would give her a small apartment that she would share with two other members of the organization. The next day Camila left everything she knew, her family, her friends from the orchestra, her customs and of course her family. Her father didn't worry too much about her absence, only her mother was the one who started looking for her, pressuring her husband to talk to his "contacts". But they did not imagine what was the real reason for their daughter's absence.

A few days after Camila was trying to get used to the underground and that life on the edge of its dangerous actions, one of her roommates, on a customary outing to report by a known method of post, was kidnapped by a task force. Surely, in the various torture sections, he would report the locations, of her as well as other members. So it was that one night they surrounded the block with several green Ford Falcon cars (cars used by the fearsome task forces). They came in by knocking down the door, she was alone, she was beaten and hooded and taken to the floor in the back seat of the Falcon. Her destiny was the dreaded ESMA (Navy Mechanical School).

The ESMA was the place where thousands of people were taken and many thrown from air force planes into the Rio de la Plata. (They were called the flights of death). On a visit to the ESMA, Admiral Massera, a regular visitor to the site, learned that there was a person named Camila Montalbo.

There was a request for Habeas corpus, requested by a Judge at the request of Camila's mother. But that was of little concern to the admiral. What did bother him was that the daughter of his contracting partner was a member of the ERP. Massera made a call, it was to Enrique Montalbo.

- The Admiral's voice was not of the tone that he commonly used for dirty business with Enrique, it was in a high tone, militarily angry, he simply said: With what surprise I found my trusted partner, to whom I have given the possibility to fill his bank account, it turned out, that he hid from me, a little information, nothing more and nothing less than his daughter is a communist subversive, enemy and dangerous to our country.

Enrique Montalbo, trembled like never before, his body, was simply collapsing. He tried to overcome the surprise of something he did not know, but he immediately realized that he would lose his daughter.

-Admiral, I didn't know anything about it, I beg you to let my daughter go. -I'm sorry. She is no danger to the country. I will take her out of Argentina, and you will not hear from her again, please, for the time of friendship we have, for the most sacred thing I ask of you.

The communication was in the sinister silence. The call was over.

Camila died in a torture session, in the presence of Admiral Masera. Enrique Montalbo and his wife had to flee to Mexico. A few months later his wife committed suicide.

Camila Montalbo had not turned 15 years old, her only mistake was wanting to help change the lives of the most needy. I never use a gun.

- This story is fictitious, the name of Camila Montalbo, came from my imagination, if there is someone with that name, it does not correspond to this story. However, the names of the military, the detention centers, the death flights, the sadly famous green Falcons, the task forces, the civilians, who collaborated, La ESMA , (today's museum of memory). The system of baby stealing, of women detained and killed after giving birth, the property thefts, the 30.0000 disappeared, and much more, was the darkest night that my dear country endured from 1976 to 1983. The ERP and Montoneros. All this was real.

- All of this was written down, verified by more than 2,000 people on trial. With thousands of witnesses, who survived. They are the ones who were able to see their torturers face to face. They had what denied 30,000 people a fair trial.

Our pride: the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, the grandmothers of Plaza de Mayo, the recovered grandchildren, who had been appropriated by this genocidal system. A democracy, with its faults, which is now 37 years old.

In memory of the disappeared.

Se acercaba el día, y la ansiedad en la familia, pero sobre todo en Camila, aumentaba exponencialmente. Los 15 años se cumple una sola vez en la vida y para Camila, era solamente llegar a tenerlos. Ella no quería una fiesta. Su padre insistía en la hacer el mejor de los cumpleaños de 15, que se haya visto en su grupo privilegiado de casta, de la oligarquía argentina. Eso parecía no ser posible ante la negativa de su hija. La segunda opción era un viaje a las islas Fiyi, como regalo. Su padre era un importante empresario en el sector de la construcción. En la gran ciudad podía verse varias edificios de alta categoría, que elevaban sus siluetas, con cada día mas imponente presencia, al avanzar sus alturas en su construcción. Su nombre, el de Camila, era mas conocida por su apellido. Precisamente eso la agobiaba, no había día alguno, que no le preguntaran las malditas seis palabras: ¿tú eres la hija de Montalbo ?

La respuesta casi con cierto tono de arrogancia, era: si, pero soy violinista en la Filarmónica del teatro Colon (un majestuoso edificio, considerado unos de los mejores cinco teatros del planeta, por su acústica y esquisto estilo arquitectónico en pleno centro de la ciudad) seguía con su rutinarias respuestas

-además toco el piano y compongo mis propias canciones, pero mi mayor cualidad o en todo caso, mi virtud o mi misión, es la de ayudar a los necesitados, los olvidados, los que no tuvieron la suerte (valga la elección del sustantivo) de nacer en una familia de altos recursos económicos.

No llegaba a mucho mas, que a esos comentarios, cuando ya sentía que su interlocutor/a desviaba la conversación o simplemente se despedían, con la supuesta urgencia para quien sabe qué cosa.

Volviendo a su padre, su empresa, también, estaba relacionada con construcciones civiles, en otras palabras se presentaba a grandes licitaciones para el estado, en construcciones de rutas puentes etc. Podría decirse que era un contratista del Estado. Vivian en una mansión en la zona norte del conurbano, precisamente en San Isidro, en las barrancas con vista al rio de la plata. Si de fiesta hablamos, era lo que sobraban, pues cada fin de semana era habitual que hubiese muchos invitados, en negociados con ropaje de gala y mucho simulacro.

Camila intentaba no estar presente, en lo posible. A ella no le gustaba este tipo de reuniones ni mucho menos vestirse con vestidos de noche. Lo suyo era jeans y blusas, y su eterna gorra que era su marca registrada. En alguna medida era una tranquilidad para ellos, los padres y para ella. Había un acuerdo no explicito, pero si conveniente, en que ella no esté presente.

No eran eso padres que se preocupaban demasiado por lo que hacía su hija, en las horas de ausencia en la casa. tampoco eran de tener las charlas intimistas de padres con sus hijos, eso no existía en esta familia. Su rutina habitual, la de Camila, era junto a un pequeño grupo, recorrer los barrios carenciados, donde les llevaban comida y un poco de amor. También tres noches a la semana, en los inviernos gélidos de Buenos Aires, recorrían las calles con dos autos, para llevarles ropa y comida caliente a personas en situación de calle.

Transcurría el verano, de 1976, febrero para ser mas exacto, una semana donde la temperatura permaneció por mas de 5 días sin bajar de los 29 grados en la noche y con 40 al mediodía. Era una oportunidad, con la excusa de reunirse a tomar bebidas y escuchar música. Además de conocer a otros grupos, que hacían trabajos parecidos, pero tenían un visón política sobre cómo cambiar las injusticias sociales, que Camila, conocía perfectamente. Se programó para el sábado, en una quinta (casas con enormes parques y árboles en las afueras del primer cordón de la provincia de Buenos Aires). Fue el Municipio de Moreno. La Casona estaba repleta de jóvenes, los padres, dueños de la mansión estaban de viaje en Europa. La primera curiosidad, o preocupación de Camila era, un sistema de guardias, chicos jóvenes de no mas de 25 años, armados cubriendo el perímetro de enorme jardín que rodeaba la casa. Pronto entendería la razón. Era una Asamblea del grupo Guerrillero ERP (Ejército revolucionario del Pueblo) era la estructura militar del Partido Revolucionario de los Trabajadores, de orientación marxista, liderado por Mario Roberto Santucho.

Se abría, para Camila una ventana, absolutamente desconocida para ella. La organización, las bases de acción política, el análisis de la necesidad de un cambio revolucionario, que podía modificar, aquello que a ella tanto dolor, le producía, la sedujo muy profundamente. Fue esa noche cuando se unió al ERP.

En los días posteriores, participo de varias reuniones, de la organización. Camila se negó a portar arma, pero si a ser, miembro operacional de la organización, en lo que ella quería y sabia, ayudar a los pobres. Así comenzó una rápida carrera de ascendencia en la escala de miembro del Grupo. Los aportes, ideas y acciones, llegaron a oídos del mismísimo jefe, Mario Roberto Santucho.

La semana posterior a dicha decisión de integrar las filas guerrilleras, Camila cayo en cama con una gripe. Eso la obligo a permanecer en su casa. Pero esta vez, las famosas fiestas con sus ya conocidos invitados, se convirtió en una extraña mezcla de militares y personas, que tenían el aspecto de espías. En realidad demasiadas películas Yanquis, pensó Camila, cuando desde el borde de la escalera, y por puro aburrimiento bajo para ver y luego escucho. Entre los supuestos invitados o mas bien organizadores, que en este caso no era su padre, estaba el almirante Massera. Su presencia y su tono de voz, sobresalía del resto, por eso le permito a Camila escuchar.

-Mire Enrique Montalbo, no le estoy sugiriendo le estoy adelantando, que Su Empresa será parte necesaria ,del nuevo Gobierno(sic)

-Perdón Almirante, de que nuevo gobierno me está hablando?

-Se lo diré, ya que la opinión pública está pidiendo a gritos, que intervengamos y devolvamos los valores de las instituciones, de la sagrada familia, y nuestras tradiciones que los comunistas ateos intentan destruir,……..

-Entiendo, Almirante, pero que tengo yo que ver con todo lo que me dice?

-Vamos a necesitar grandes contratistas del estado, como usted para hacer grandes obras para nuestra querida patria, y trabajaremos para que su empresa sea adjudicataria de nuestras licitaciones públicas, ya lo vera,….

Camila, tosió, y fue escuchada por varios, no tuvo ninguna otra posibilidad que llamar al padre para pedirle que le prepare un té con miel y subió rápidamente a su habitación.

Lo hizo su madre, ya que los empleados domésticos, no estaban a pedido, mejor dicho por orden de los nuevos “socios”

El 24 de Marzo de 1976, amanece la Argentina, con el “comunicado número uno de la junta militar: Literal: “Se comunica a la población que, a partir de la fecha, el país se encuentra bajo el control operacional de la Junta de Comandantes Generales de las FF. AA. Se recomienda a todos los habitantes el estricto acatamiento a las disposiciones y directivas que emanen de autoridad militar, de seguridad o policial, así como extremar el cuidado en evitar acciones y actitudes individuales o de grupo que puedan exigir la intervención drástica del personal en operaciones.”

La Junta Militar de Gobierno Estaba integrada por: en representación del Ejército, el General Videla, por la Marina, el almirante Emilio Eduardo Massera y el brigadier general Orlando Ramón Agosti por la Fuerza Aérea, dando inicio al Proceso de Reorganización Nacional.

El objetivo aniquilar todo grupo de organizaciones, que se oponían al nuevo orden, y a la implementación de un gobierno de una economía liberal, sin regulación y por supuesto sin ningún tipo de oposición, llevando adelante un sistema de 340 centros clandestinos de detención y tortura.

Camila, recibió un mensaje, entregado, con un sistema muy cuidadoso de postas, para que se presentara en un lugar Allí fue el día y a la hora indicada. Era un Bar en la esquina de San juan y Boedo, se sentó, pidió un café y espero. Había varias personas, inclusive algunas parecían periodistas. Como 35 minutos después, aparece un bus, tipo escolar, era el vehículo que debían abordar. Subieron y fueron transportados a un lugar alejado en las afueras de la ciudad en un tipo de galpón abandonado, había unas 40 sillas ubicadas en forma de plateas, mirando a una mesa larga como de cuatro metros con caballetes. El nerviosismo impero en los concurrentes, Camila pudo reconocer a varios de los concurrentes, de la famosa reunión en Moreno. Estaba por saludar a uno de ellos cunado hace la entrada el jefe del ERP, Santucho juntos a 5 personas. Se ubican en la mesa y comienza un tipo de comunicado, (por eso estaban dos periodistas extranjeros) donde relata el sistema de terrorismo de Estado que la junta militar en absoluto secreto, con comandos de patrullas nocturnas, estaban secuestrando, torturando y matando a decenas de personas. En tan solo cuatro días de la instalación la nefasta dictadura Que por ese motivo el ERP, pasaría a partir de la fecha a funcionar clandestinamente. Posteriormente se retiraron Santucho con dos personas mas y quedaron solo dos, que luego de pedirles formalmente a los periodistas que informaran de los acontecimientos, en sus respectivos medios de comunicación lo que estaba ocurriendo en la Argentina. Un auto los estaba esperando afuera para dejarlos nuevamente en el bar de San juan y Boedo.

Luego hubo una asamblea donde entre otras cosas, se les pido a varios miembros que debían abandonar todo lo que hasta ese momento era su vida normal, especialmente el pedido fue para Camila. La conversación fue muy dura, pues ellos el ERP, sabían de qué grado de contactos tenía su padre con la dictadura. Peor aún, le dijeron que su padre era parte del sistema corrupto de acumulación de riqueza, y que estaba al tanto de lo que ocurría con la desaparición de personas. Que debía irse de su casa y ellos la darían un pequeño departamento que compartiría con dos miembros mas de la organización. Al otro día Camila dejaba todo lo conocido, su familia sus amigos de la orquesta, sus costumbres y por supuesto a su familia. Su padre no se preocupó demasiado por su ausencia, solo su madre era la que comenzó a buscarla, presionando a su esposo a que hable con sus “contactos”. Pero ellos nada imaginaban de cual era la verdadera razón de la falta de su hija.

Unos días posterior a que Camila intentaba acostumbrase a la clandestinidad y esa vida al borde de su peligrosas acciones, uno de los compañeros de habitación, en una acostumbrada salida para informar por el conocido método de postas, fue secuestrado por un grupo de tareas. Seguramente, en las varias sesiones de torturas, él, informaría de las ubicaciones, de ella como de otros miembros. Así ocurrió en una noche rodearon la cuadra con varios autos, de la marca Ford Falcón verdes (autos que usaban los temibles grupos de tareas) Entraron derrumbando la puerta, ella estaba sola, fue golpeada y encapuchada y llevada en el suelo del asiento trasero del Falcón. Su destino, la temible ESMA (escuela mecánica de la armada) .

La ESMA era el lugar donde miles de personas fueron llevadas y muchas arrojadas desde aviones de la fuerza aérea, al rio de la plata. (Se les llamo los vuelos de la muerte). En una visita que el Almirante Massera, asiduo concurrente de ese lugar, se entera que había una persona de nombre Camila Montalbo.

Había un pedido de Habeas corpus, pedido por un Juez a pedido de la madre de Camila. Pero eso poco le importaba al almirante. Lo que si le molesto, es que la hija de su socio contratista sea miembro del ERP. Massera realizo una llamada, fue a Enrique Montalbo.

-La voz del Almirante, no era del tono ,que comúnmente usaba para los negocios sucios con Enrique, fue en un tono alto, militarmente de enojo, simplemente, le dijo: Con que sorpresa me he encontrado, mi socio de confianza, a quien le he dado la posibilidad de llenar su cuenta bancaria, resulto, que me oculto una pequeña información, nada mas ni nada menos, de que su hija es una subversiva comunista, enemiga y peligrosa para nuestro País.

Enrique Montalbo, tembló como nunca antes lo había hecho, su cuerpo, simplemente estaba colapsando. Intento superar la sorpresa de algo que ignoraba, pero inmediatamente tomo conciencia de que perdería a su hija.

-Almirante, no sabía nada de eso, le suplico que deje libre a mi hija. Ella no es ningún peligro para el País. La sacaré de la Argentina, y no sabrá mas de ella, por favor, por el tiempo de amistad que tenemos, por lo mas sagrado se lo pido. Almirante, usted tiene el poder para hacerlo, hemos hecho grandes cosas por el país juntos, no puede hacerme esto. .Almirante, hola, hola, HOLA,………….

La comunicación quedo en el siniestro silencio. La llamada había terminado.

Camila murió en una sesión de torturas, en presencia del almirante Massera. Enrique Montalbo junto a su esposa tuvieron que huir a México. Unos meses después su esposa se suicidó.

Camila Montalbo no había cumplido sus 15 años, su único error, fue querer ayudar a cambiar la vida de los mas necesitados. Nunca uso un arma.

•Esta historia es ficticia, el nombre de Camila Montalbo, surgió de mi imaginación, de existir alguien con ese nombre, no corresponde a esta historia. Sin embargo los nombres de los militares, los centros de detención, los vuelos de la muerte, los tristemente famosos Falcon verdes, los grupos de tareas, los civiles, que colaboraron, La ESMA , (hoy museo de la memoria). El sistema de robos de bebes, de mujeres detenidas y muertas luego de dar a luz, los robos de propiedades, los 30.0000 desparecidos, y mucho mas , fue la noche mas oscura que mi querido país soporto desde 1976 hasta 1983. El ERP y Montoneros. Todo esto fue Real.

•Todo lo ante escrito, comprobado por mas de 2.000 personas enjuiciadas. Con miles de testigos, que sobrevivieron. Ellos son Los que pudieron ver cara a cara a sus torturadores. Ellos tuvieron lo que le negaron a 30.000 personas, un juicio justo.

Nuestro orgullo: las Madres de plaza de Mayo, las abuelas de plaza de Mayo, los nietos recuperados, que habían sido apropiados por este sistema genocida. Una democracia, con sus defectos que ya cumple 37 años.

En memoria de los desparecidos.

small apartment building Miami

Kodak T MAX 100 35mm film

This is my closet. I was trying to make it look like a very small apartment inhabited by an immigrant studying hard for the American Dream.

This is my first attempt at "ghosting". Thanks to Chocolate-Milk for the tips on how to do it. I will need much more practice at this, but I like the effect very much.

And View On Black

HAPPY WINDOW WEDNESDAY(S) !!

Instead of calling my photo "A Shot Screen"

I was going to call it "A Screen Shot"

but it isn't a screen shot, so I didn't.😎

This is an artsy askew view of the vandalized window screen

covering an unglazed window. The window is at "standing-adult eye level"

on the exterior wall of a tiny old storage house or garden shed.

The window is less than a meter from a public walking path next to a park,

so it was easy to photograph.

NB - What appears to be white paint isn't. It's "bird paint."

Location: Storage house or garden shed on the grounds

of a small apartment house, Riehen BS Switzerland.

In my album: Dan's Windows.

Sir Philip Anthony Hopkins , CBE (born 31 December 1937 in Margam , Port Talbot , Glamorgan , Wales ) is a Welsh actor and two-time Academy Award winner. He became known worldwide for his portrayal of Thomas Harris 's Hannibal Lecter .

Life

Childhood and youth

Anthony Hopkins grew up with his mother, Muriel, and father, Richard Arthur, in a small apartment above the family bakery. He described himself as a loner. Dyslexic , he struggled during his time at Port Talbot Central School and was not very popular. At the age of twelve, his parents sent him to West Monmouth Boarding School in Pontypool . He attended Cowbridge Grammar School for his final four years of school.

Anthony Hopkins became interested in cinema from an early age and was fascinated by actors like Humphrey Bogart and James Cagney . His particular role model was Richard Burton , who lived just a few streets away from Hopkins.

After graduating from school, he supported himself with menial jobs until 1958, when he was drafted into the Royal Artillery , where he served as a gunner. Hopkins then moved back in with his parents, who now lived in Laleston, near Bridgend . He continued to pursue theater careers and acted in several plays. In 1960, he made his first paid appearance in "Have a Cigarette " at the Palace Theatre and was awarded a coveted place at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, where he graduated in 1963.

Acting career

In 1965, Hopkins was hired by Laurence Olivier at the Royal National Theatre . For his audition, he chose a passage from Othello , the role which Olivier had been playing in cinemas for about a year. In 1966, he starred in Lindsay Anderson 's film The White Bus , and at the National Theatre he made a name for himself as a stage actor in the plays The Flea In Her Ear , Juno And The Paycock , The Provincial Life and Three Sisters . When Laurence Olivier fell ill during the run of Dance Of Death in 1967 , Hopkins stood in for him. Hopkins then appeared as "Audrey" in an original version of Shakespeare's As You Like It with an all-male cast. He also played the young Richard the Lionheart in The Lion in Winter . The film won three Oscars (Best Screenplay, Best Music and Katharine Hepburn for Best Actress). Hopkins was nominated for a British Film Award for his role .

From 1967 onwards, Hopkins suffered from alcohol problems, and the increasing public attention took its toll on the loner. He appeared more and more in front of the camera, playing roles in John le Carré's spy thriller The Mirror of War and Claudius in Shakespeare's Hamlet with Nicol Williamson , among others . In 1971, Hopkins got his first leading role in an action film : in The Big Bang Theory, based on the novel by Alistair MacLean, he played secret agent Philip Calvert, who fights against pirates on the Scottish coast. Shortly afterwards, Hopkins was discovered by Richard Attenborough , who called him "the best actor of his generation" and cast him in five of his films. In 1973, Hopkins won the British Academy Television Award from the Society of Film and Television Arts for his role in the television miniseries War and Peace . During this time, his alcohol problems worsened. However, after waking up somewhere on December 29, 1975, with no idea where he was or how he got there, he gave up drinking.

In 1974 he starred alongside Goldie Hawn in The Girl from Petrova as a KGB agent tasked with preventing the love affair between a ballerina and a US journalist. He won his first Emmy in 1976 for his portrayal of Bruno Richard Hauptmann in The Lindbergh Baby . In the hostage drama Operation Entebbe he played the role of Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin , and in The Bridge at Arnhem that of Lieutenant Colonel John Frost . For the 1978 horror film Magic: The Lost Treasure of Love he was nominated again for a BAFTA and a Golden Globe Award . Also in 1978 Hopkins played the coach of the British Olympic equestrian team Captain Johnson in the film All the Happiness in the World . The film is a loosely based sequel to the film Little Girl, Big Heart with Liz Taylor.

Anthony Hopkins with Isabella Rossellini during the filming of John Schlesinger's … and the sky stands still (1993)

Anthony Hopkins photographed by Oliver Mark , Berlin 2001

In the early 1980s, successful films such as The Elephant Man by David Lynch and The Bunker were made . Hopkins received an Emmy for his portrayal of Adolf Hitler in the war drama . He also successfully played the title roles in Othello and The Hunchback of Notre Dame with Lesley-Anne Down as Esmeralda. In 1984, he played Captain William Bligh alongside Mel Gibson in The Bounty . In the mid-1980s, Hopkins returned to England. There, among other roles, he played the bookseller Frank Doel in the 1987 film drama Between the Lines alongside Anne Bancroft and Judi Dench and in Graham Greene's The 10th Man .

It wasn't until 1990 that Hopkins returned to filming in Hollywood. In 1991 he was cast in the role of Abel Magwitch in the Walt Disney television production Great Expectations based on Charles Dickens . In the same year Hopkins received the offer of a lifetime: director Jonathan Demme was looking for an actor to play the role of a psychopath , after Gene Hackman , Robert Duvall , Brian Cox and Jeremy Irons had already turned down the offer. So he cast Hopkins in the role with which he would henceforth always be associated: that of Dr. Hannibal Lecter . In The Silence of the Lambs Hopkins plays the psychopath and supports FBI agent Clarice Starling ( Jodie Foster ) in her hunt for a serial killer. For this role Hopkins, who only appears for just over 16 minutes in the entire film, received an Academy Award for Best Actor. The huge success of the film finally made Hopkins a star and established him as one of the world's leading character actors. Hopkins also played the role of Hannibal Lecter in the sequel Hannibal and the prequel Red Dragon . In the film Hannibal Rising, he is replaced by Gaspard Ulliel , as the film depicts Hannibal's youth.

Other successful films followed quickly, including The Trial based on the novel by Franz Kafka , Bram Stoker's Dracula directed by Francis Ford Coppola , and Howards End based on E. M. Forster . In John Schlesinger's And the Sky Stands Still , based on the novel Innocents by Ian McEwan , he played an American secret agent in Soviet-occupied Berlin who falls in love with the wrong woman. Hopkins was nominated for eight Oscars for his portrayal of the self-sacrificing butler Stevens in the drama The Remains of the Day . The 1993 film Shadowlands , in which he portrayed C. S. Lewis, author of the Chronicles of Narnia , alongside Debra Winger – again directed by Richard Attenborough – was about Lewis's relationship with the American writer Joy Davidman . Hopkins won a BAFTA Award for this. In Legends of the Fall, he played the role of a rancher in Montana before and during World War I , whose sons ( Brad Pitt and Aidan Quinn ) fall in love with the same woman.

He received another Oscar nomination for his portrayal of the American president in Oliver Stone's adaptation of Nixon . Hopkins filmed a version of Chekhov's play Uncle Vanya , titled August , in which he also played the leading role. He set the action in North Wales in 1896. He was nominated for another Oscar for his performance as President John Quincy Adams in Steven Spielberg's Amistad . After the box office hit The Mask of Zorro , in which Hopkins plays an older Zorro who instructs his successor ( Antonio Banderas ), he played a doomed businessman in Meet Joe Black . In 2007 he starred alongside Ryan Gosling in Gregory Hoblit's thriller The Perfect Crime . In 2013 he portrayed director Alfred Hitchcock in the biopic Hitchcock ( Alfred Hitchcock and the Making of Psycho ).

Hopkins received his fifth Academy Award nomination in 2020 for his supporting role as Pope Benedict XVI in Fernando Meirelles' drama The Two Popes . A second Oscar and his fourth British Academy Film Award followed a year later for his leading role as a father suffering from dementia in the stage adaptation of The Father by French writer and director Florian Zeller . Hopkins' Oscar win was considered a surprise by many, as it was actually expected that the posthumously nominated American Chadwick Boseman ( Ma Rainey's Black Bottom ) would receive the award. The British actor also did not travel to the ceremony, which took place during the COVID-19 pandemic . He is the oldest actor to date to receive the award for Best Actor...Wikipedia

Isaiah and Momo instantly became inseparable. They developed a strong and intimate relationship.

Eventually Momo and Isaiah got a small apartment to live in together with their cat, Theodore.

As one TCW conductor once called it when talking to East Hump one morning, the St. Paul Turn got out of CP's St. Paul Yard on the later side this day and ended up having a short wait here for the first northbound Northstar run of the afternoon. West Hump soon gave them the light and they were throttling back up to head for home.

The once quiet block just to the right, which hosted an auto service shop and small apartment building has been razed. In its place a 12 story LuXuRy aPaRtMeNt will stand, heavily shadowing this spot at Rollins Avenue.

This is the second story round in a series that is a collaborative effort between me and a very good friend(and Muse) who wished to remain in the shadows.

Lucidity’s Penny Dreadful 2 The Emerald

First Part, Lucidity’s Perspective:

Lucidity looks down at the mysterious note clutched in her hand.

It had been delivered to her by a youth, who had said it had been given it to him to deliver specifically to her. No other information would he give up as to even the gender of the person who had paid him to do the task.

She had tipped him as he had unabashedly held up an empty palm before giving her the mysterious handwritten note he was firmly holding. Then he had darted off without looking back, disappearing into the crowd.

Very peculiar Lucidity thought as she watched the figure dashing off, taking a few minutes to ponder…

She had come here this evening to participate in this Church run charity casino being held in the basement of an old castle that had been converted to a B & B / Events centre.

It was a dress up affair, and Lucidity fell right into place with the ladies sporting their luxurious evening gowns and their men looking dapper in full tux attire. The jewels worn by the ladies dazzled as they moved about, playing the various games of chance, rings and bracelets flickering as they cast their money down.

Lucidity had dressed up also. She would have loved to have worn her red satin gown with her rubies. But her beautiful ruby necklace had been stolen by a mystery thief who had snuck into her bedroom, silent as a cat, and had spirited it away. So tonight she wore her green satin ballgown and her emeralds.

There was also a dance floor set up at one end, by the exits, with a band up on stage. Lucidity had been dancing with several of the men whom had signed her dance card. But had taken a breather and found herself at a table where a game of cards was taking place. She was watching the game when, with a tug at her satin gown, had turned and looked down at the young lad delivering to her the mysterious note she now held,

Lucidity decided to move off to a discreet cornet before reading the note.

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Second Part: Another’s Perspective:

Arriving home from another long day of work, tired, from sleepless nights. She let herself into her small apartment. Grabbing a quick bite to eat, and a shower, thinking about settling upon her time worn brown leather couch to watch some re-runs.

Unable to stop yawning and unable to fight the weariness that settled upon her,

she decided to call it an early night, maybe tonight she would sleep, maybe she would have a peaceful and refreshing sleep. Stumbling into her room and turning off the lights she slipped under her covers, and was soon curled into a tight fetal position, fast asleep….

… Standing, stretching, smiling to herself, filled with vitality and energy. Her lips curled upwards into a smile and with emerald colored eyes glowing.

Looking down at the tangled sheets on the bed she laughed softly to herself. The night is young, the night has just begun.

Wondering at how people of social standing deemed it necessary to post their itinerary on social media, but thankful they did. Having discovered last night that a certain Lady was scheduled to go to a charity casino this very evening.

She had employed a messenger service to deliver a dictated note to the Lady during the event.

Stepping into the closet, she retrieved a few packages that had been carefully hidden the night before.

Quickly heading into the living room, applying light makeup, and swiftly dressing in the outfit she had acquired. A wonderfully silky little black dress and a white blouse. A tied black ribbon bow tie beneath her collar, and a old style Blackjack dealer’s cap.

Checking herself in the mirror, yes, perfect, she looked every bit the role of a casino dealer.

She was ready for a game of chance.

Off to the church, to see how the game might unfold

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Third Part: Lucidity’s Perspective:

Lucidity stared at the open letter for a few minutes, reading it over quite carefully. It sounded like a scavenger hunt.

It instructed her to go outside into the gardens at the stroke of eleven. Alone. Once there she was to find a bush of roses that surrounded a fountain adorned with a statue of an imp.

There she would find a second letter, with further instructions.

She looked around with curiosity, no one seemed to be paying attention to her, yet she had a nagging impression that the letter sender was there.

In the end her curiosity had beguiled her to the point that, after first deciding not to follow the notes rather intriguing directions, She had finally changed her mind and decided to slip away unnoticed and find the second letter.

She tried to remain calm, but her mind was going miles a minute as she tried to figure out what this was all about. She also admitted she had found it exciting, and rather scintillating.

She spent the remaining time at various tables, placing bets without any real feeing for the game.

One of the blackjack dealers, a pretty lady in a silky dress and blouse, had bumped into her and started a conversation, asking if Lucidity was having any luck.

Lucidity had answered that she had not as of yet but was hoping her luck may turn around later.

The dealer had winked at her, almost like she knew something, and told her that she was sure Lucidity’s luck would change.

Wit an hour to go, Lucidity hoped the charming dealer was right.

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Fourth Part: Another’s Perspective:

Arriving at the church which was awash with soft lighting, the grounds speckled with lengths of dancing shadows.

She quickly slipped around to the back, locating the small fountain lit and radiating light from small diamonds of water that were tossed upwards by the arcing spray of water, there she placed a small package within the rose bush.

A silver flask around which was tied a golden necklace adorned with, the fire ruby she had acquired last night.

Wrapping the flask within a small sheet of parchment, upon which was written,

the second note that the Lady would read this very day.

“ Here is your hearts desire,

returned to you the ruby fire.

Now sip from the flask if you so dare,

to find your other desire, but have a care,

The nectar might be fire to your own hot flame, it may be that very spark,

or perhaps be a liquid from which you should refrain, cold, and full of menace dark.”

Smiles to her self, the Lady shall either sip and the game shall go on, or run away with her precious bauble. Wonders how she will choose.

Slipping in through the unlocked vestry door, she made her way down to the basement where the casino event was being held. Tuxedos and gowns, perfumes and laughter,

the patrons enjoying their evening and as is their nature giving forth generously to the games of chance, to help the less fortunate.

Glancing over she noticed the Lovely Lady, as always the center of attention of all about her. She appeared distracted and moved aimlessly from table to table.

Wondering if perhaps her distraction was caused by the first note she arranged to be delivered. Glancing at the clock, she noticed the time, thinking in about 60 minutes we shall see what path the Lady chooses.

Picking up a serving tray, she moved forward, gently bumping into the Lady from the side.

“ I am so very sorry, how clumsy of me. I do hope you are having good luck this evening.” She asked in a low voice, so that others might not hear.

“ Oh not so much as of yet, but I am hoping it shall change later” was the reply.

“ I am most certain it shall.” She nodded to the Lady and moved on , with a soft smile and a quick wink.

Watching the Lady’s eyebrows raise in brief puzzlement.

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Fifth Part: Lucidity’s Perspective:

It was time, Time to head outside into the gardens as the mysterious letter she had been given had instructed her.

She was at a blackjack table and was so excited that she walked away before the dealer had dealt the second round. She had been dealt the Ace of clubs, which a friend had once told her meant Change of Luck. Not normally a superstitious sort, lucidity had seen this as an omen and had decided to leave on time or else risk jinxing things.

She walked through the crowded room, weaving in and out of the other partying guests.

She entered the hallway and gave herself a look as she swished by a floor length mirror. Her emeralds sparkled gaily, not quite as nice as her purloined rubies had, but still a wonderfully brite shimmer. She also loved the way her green gown flowed and swirled along her figure as she walked. It made her feel so very euphoric.

The hallway led to the side entrance, where the hedged in gardens were located. It was in the shape of a maze, with sitting benches ,flowers and fountains in each of the corners, and a large pavilion in the square centre.

No one had seen her leave, nor was there anyone outside around the garden. She had the whole place to herself, unless of course the letter writer was also out here, waiting?

Shivering with excitement at the thought of a mystery person playing this game she was in, Lucidity scurried out of the door and headed to the opening in the Hedged maze that served as both the exit and the entrance.

At the hedge opening was a stand that held maps if one did not wish to become lost. Lucidity grabbed one, and went inside, choosing the right-hand side to start.

It was a cool autumn evening, the stars were out, and a full moon illuminated the are with ample light for a night of exploring.

She reached the first corner, but the fountain in the centre was of a naked Greek Goddess pouring an urn.

Lucidity turned back and chose another right hand path leading further into the hedge. She paused, had that been a shadow moving? Or just her imagination.

Shrugging it off, Lucidity headed down the path. Soon, around a corner, she heard another fountain gurgling.

Turning the corner of the hedge path, she found herself in a rose garden, and there in the centre, was unmistakably the fountain mentioned in the letter.

Her heart pounding, Lucidity briskly walked up to it, skirting the benches and rose bushes.

She stopped as she saw something sparkling in the sprays of water from the fountain, lit up by a light.

She gasped, confounded by what she saw.

A note, a silver flask, and…. Her ruby necklace, the one that had been stolen from her beach cottage as she had slept.

She picked up the note with trembling hands, her rings flashing and sparkling, as she read the words written out in a very neat scroll.

“ Here is your hearts desire,

returned to you the ruby fire.

Now sip from the flask if you so dare,

to find your other desire, but have a care,

The nectar might be fire to your own hot flame, it may be that very spark,

or perhaps be a liquid from which you should refrain, cold, and full of menace dark.”

She laid the note down and picked up the flask with her necklace attached.

What game was being played, and what kind of challenge was this?

Letting the Ruby necklace dangle from her fingers, she uncorked the flask, taking a sniff.

It was not unpleasant, almost smelled like lilac and roses, with a hint of something, not bitter, but bold, definitely bold.

So what game is this, and Lucidity’s mind went to Alice and her wonderland. Had she gone into a rabbit hole of her own, and found a potion like Alice? Would it make her tall, small, sleepy?

I had better sit on a bench, Lucidity told herself, for she knew that her decision, despite the warnings in her head, had been made.

She swished to a nearby bench and straightening her gown, slipped upon its cold wrought iron seat.

Taking one look around, she lifted the flask, and quickly drank the contents…….

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Sixth Part: Another’s Perspective:

Watching as the sparkling fountain lights reflected from the tilting flask, watching the Lady's soft painted lips touched the opening, and her smooth throat move with the swallowing of it's contents.

"Oh my yes, the Lady takes the chance, sure of herself and her poise, and the walls she has built around herself. her protection, we shall she how her poise shelters her now." She whispers.

Waiting a few moments, eyes unblinking, her gaze taking in the Lady, as her head begins to nod, and she leans sideways on the wrought iron bench. Quickly slipping from the shadows and sliding onto the bench beside her. Wrapping an arm about, holding her upright. Arm gently wrapping around a bare shoulder, tender, comforting, like a lover's embrace. Her emerald eyes glowing in anticipation of the hours to come.

Places her lips against the ear of the Lady, and whispers.

"You can hear, you can feel, you can understand. Your movements are sluggish now, soon you will be unable to move. You will feel everything, you will hear my every word, but tomorrow, if tomorrow comes, this evening will seem like a dream, or a nightmare."

Stands and takes the Lady's arm, guiding her along the pathway to the front of the church, head tilting and laughing softly. Telling all they encounter, that her dear friend had perhaps a wee bit to much champagne, and that she was taking her home for the night.

Went to the white limosine parked out front, telling the driver to take them home. Giving him the Lady's address to her beach front home.

Upon arriving the driver so graciously offered to assist her with taking her friend inside, she thanked him most kindly, politely refusing the offered aid, reached into the Lady's purse and generously gave the driver a large tip, and added a bit more, for she could afford to be generous, with money not hers.

Guiding the Lady inside, she made their way to the bedroom, gently helped the Lady to lie on her back upon the bed, and opened the balconey doors to allow the night breeze to gently blow through.

" I hope you enjoyed the drive home, so scenic, so lovely, you were such a peaceful quiet travelling companion."

She smiled as she watched the Lady's eyes tracking her movements, muscles straing to try to move, her lips gently opening and closing as if trying to speak.

"Oh my dear, I am afriad you can not speak, this shall be mostly a one way conversation I am afraid, your eyelids will soon close, you will sooon stop struggling to move, you shall be powerless, defenceless, in fact you shall be no more than a living, breathing doll."

Wondering how the poised Lady was taking those words, if the chinks were forming, if the walls were crumbling, the mere theft of baubles might become the least of her concerns.

Strolling over she sat beside the Lady, balanced on the edge of the mattress. Reaching out while the Lady's eyes could still follow her movements, tenderly brushed back the long auburn hair from her face. With a gentle touch she began to remove the Lady's fashionable evening wear, sliding off the gown, slipping off her oh so fashionable heels, and pausing. Watching the eyes struggling to stay open, to stay focused on her. Her lips curling into a half smile, removed the rest of the evening's wear. The delicate under garments, laughing softly to herself as the skin rose in a wonderful pattern of goosebumps at the lightest touch of her fingertips upon smooth curves.

Then with an even more gentler touch, the ladies glittering emerald jewels were touched, lifted and then carefully slipped off and away from her comatose figure,…and added to the pile of her slinky clothes

" Mmmm, I wish you could tell me how you feel at this moment, your society standing can not give you fortitude now, your money can not buy you protection, your friends can not form a barrier against what is to come. I hope you are finding this experience enlightening."

As the Lady's eyelids closed she stood and walked over to the small knapsack she had carried with her this night, removing from it a few small implements and bottles. Oh what to do, what to do, so little time, so many possibilities.

Sitting back down beside the Lady, gazing at her crimson toned flesh of blushing skin and watching with amusement at the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Almost able to see the soft smooth skin jump above the location of the rapidly breathing heart. With a soft touch placed her fingernail upon the throat of the Lady, then slowly drew it downwards, following a path along soft curves and valleys. Flesh reacting to it's touch. Scarlet tipped breast rising and stiffening at the gentle scrape of nail against flesh. Abdominal muscles dancing, involuntary movements, involuntary reactions, but so delightful.

Lowered her hand further, fingertips still softly stroking, touching, teasing.

Reached for her small gathering of tools, and selected a small pair of scissors. Raising them up to beside the Lady's head slowly opened and closed them, so that the Lady might hear.

" These are finest swiss scissors, blades like razors, so very sharp." She murmured.

Running a fingertips through the soft curls nestled between the Lady's thighs, she took the scissors, and began to cut and trim. Removing curls, reshaping the lovely patch, and admiring the creativity of her handiwork, creating a heart design. Taking another little bottle, adding some coloring to the remaining hairs, shading them a robust pink color.

Laughs softly to herself, imaging the Lady feeling, but not knowing.

Now perhaps a little discomfort, will unsettle her more. Taking another small tool from the bag, filling it with ink, and plugging it in. The sudden hum of motor and needles making it seem to very harsh and loud in the other wise quiet room.

Begins to trace and move the needles over a small patch of silky smooth skin, quick and sure with her touch. Soon the skin permanently marked with a small tattoo. The Lady now marked, scarred, she will always feel just a little possessed.

Eyes glowing, resists temptations, reaches out and taking a stiffened bud of flesh between thumb and finger gently tugs and pinches, imaging how that sensation must feel with out the abiltiy to see or move.

Glancing up at the lighting sky, sunrise shall happen soon. She must get home and into bed before the " Kitten" at home awakens to their shared existence.

" A shame our introduction was so brief. I hope it was as memorable for you as it will be for me."

Walks again to the Lady's purse, slips out the Ruby necklace and adds to it the emeralds, for after all they do so match her eyes. Paints her lips with fresh lip gloss, and leans down and places a kiss on the Lady's lower stomach, marking her once again.

" Was such a pleasure meeting your dear Lady, a shame I never even got your name from your lips, nor you mine. Though I am almost certain, you shall remember me."

Laughing, slips out the door, leaving the Lady unmoving and naked upon the bed ,and makes her way home, to get there before the sun fully rises.

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Seventh Part: Lucidity’s Perspective:

Lucidity awoke late the next morning in a sweat, groggy like she was experiencing a hangover, though she did not remember drinking. But she did remember the dream.

She now lay on the bed, keeping her eyes closed a s she basked in the last remnants of the dream she had been having.

It had been quite erotic, quite fulfilling as she had felt the prickling fingers from an unknown lady gently going over her figure. Almost had seemed so real it was surreal!

The dream began fading away, as they want to do, from her waking memory.

Lucidity gave an exquisite yawn, stretched and opening her eyes.

She blinked several times as she looked around the dimly lit room. Asking herself…

‘Where in bloody hell am I”

She realized that she was not at home in her bed, but in her bedroom at her oceanside weekend cottage. The balcony door was open and she could hear gulls shrieking and the waves crashing on the beach below.

“How did I get here?”

She tried to think, her mind going over last night’s events.

Then she gave a gasp, it was not all a dream.

For she had actually received a strange note, had gone into the garden, had found the flask and had drunk of its contents.

Lucidity sat up in bed, her sweaty figure slippery upon the red satin sheets.

She was naked, but yet could not remember undressing.

No, wait, she could remember a part of her dream where the mystery lady had undressed her, removed her emeralds ..

“Had that bit been real” lucidity questioned herself.

Then added…

“If so then…!”

She looked down between her legs. That bit had been real, the hair cutting, the new heart shaped tattoo….

“My jewels?” Lucidity uttered, remembering she had been wearing her emeralds.

Sliding out of bed she put on her black sating robe over her now cooling figure.

She looked around, failing to find her jewels. She opened her purse, the ruby necklace was not there. And her wallet had been opened, several notes had spilled out. But why were they not taken also, only her jewels had been.

Lucidity sat back down on the slippery satin sheets that covered her bed, and tried to remember.

Tried to figure out what she was feeling, that even though she had been robbed again by the same thief it would seem, she felt oddly at ease with it, like she had been lovingly been given something quite lovely in return for her loss….

“It was all very curious.” Lucidity murmured, remembering the lines from Alice I Wonderland…

To Be Continued

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December 23rd 2016 - 10:29 PM

Los Angeles, California.

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The cold breeze flutter on my cheek as I walk through Los Angeles. I walked through the city until I reached my destination, My home. I lived in an Apartment, about 5 minutes away from campus. It was a small apartment, but enough for me to live in. Two rooms, two baths, a living room, and kitchen. I walked into my apartment and put my keys on the table. I smell something foul coming from the kitchen. Ugh, rotten food. I walked into the kitchen and tossed the food into the trash can. I put the plate in the sink, along with a whole pile of other dishes. As I turned around to walk into my room, I see a bright green shooting star coming straight at me.

“Oh, Sh*t” I mutter to myself before the green object hits my apartment.

Smoke starts to emerge from the object. As I walk over to the object, it starts to glow. Then starts to float. From what I can see, it’s a glowing green ring.

“Kyle Rayner of sector 2814, you have been chosen for the Green Lantern Corps.”

“What? Who’s talking? What’s going on?” i ask frightened and confused.

“You have been chosen for the Green Lantern Corps.” it says, again

“Wait, Green Lantern? As in The Green Lantern? Green Lantern of Coast City?”

“Hal Jordan, Yes.” The ring says.

“Hal Jor- Nevermind.”

The ring slips onto my finger. I feel it’s power run through my body. It felt good. A green suit forms around me.

“Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps, Kyle Rayner.”

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2 Months Later

February 16th, 2017 - 7:03 AM

Los Angeles, California

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It’s been two months since I was chosen for the Green Lantern Corps. I’ve gotten the hang of most of it. Still not the greatest at flying, or any of it, as a matter of fact. Anyways, I’ve met lots of Lanterns lately. Even got the pleasure of meeting Hal Jordan himself.

I fly through the skies of LA. Man, the feeling of flying is the best. I hear a siren go off When I look around I see a robber running away with two bags of money and diamonds. I fly down to him. I construct a pair of handcuffs and throw it onto his feet. He trips and drops the money. I construct a big hand and grab the robber.

“Sorry bud, but you’re going nowhere with that money. I sarcastically say.

“What the hell, Who are you?” He says, trying to get out of my grip.

“I’m th- well, a Green Lantern.” I respond.

I hear sirens coming from behind me.

“Well, The cops are here. They’ll deal with you now. Adios, Amigo!” I Construct chains around him and connect them to the ground.

I fly away as the Police come and arrest him. Wow, that felt good. I fly over to my apartment. I go into the alley, and quickly change myself back into my normal clothes. I walk into my apartment and grabs my car keys and backpack. I look at the time. Sh*t, 8:00. Classes start at 8:05, Campus is 5 minutes away. I quickly get to the garage and get into my car. I start my car and drive away to campus.

I get to campus at 8:04, Just in time. I run to my class and sit in my seat. God, I should seriously just live on campus.

I finished up school at about 5:05 PM. It’s now about 6:00 PM. I left to my house and made some dinner for myself. Walking into the living room, I put down my plate of food and grab the TV remote. I turn the TV on and switch to CNN News. Just the normal everyday stuff. Blabbering about some masked vigilante. Then one thing catches my attention. It was an attack by a Lantern..a Yellow Lantern. It shows him terrorizing a city park. I quickly get up from my seat, get into my Lantern outfit, and fly out of the window. Another day, Another dollar.

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Alrighty, Hope you all enjoyed issue 1 of DCA GL. New Deadshot, and Punisher in the works!

Now, just a disclaimer for Hal; He’s been a lantern for about 1 year now. He’s kinda a mentor/father figure to Kyle. He’ll appear once in awhile in the series. Pretty much it!

See Ya!

Towards the end of his life, my father-in-law lived with us in our small apartment. He would sleep only a little moving from his favoured chair to the living room...especially at night where he became more active, and his memory and grip on the current point in time would drift.

I would sit with him through the night into the very early hours

of the morning, when my wife would wake up and take over...

not really talking, just being there to make sure he didn't hurt himself. He'd wander in body and mind, grasping sometimes at things in the air he could only see, holding conversations he could only hear...

...he passed away not long after these photos aged 86.

Built in 1892 by an unknown individual, this distinctive and ornate “wedding cake”-like eclectic Queen Anne and Romanesque Revival-style townhouse stands on Russell Street in the Mutter Gottes Historic District of Covington, Kentucky.

Prior to the construction of the house, according to an 1886 Sanborn Fire Insurance map, the site was home to a wooden duplex, likely built sometime around the mid-19th Century.

The house has a heavily detailed brick facade with decorative brick trim, polychromatic ceramic tiles featuring the busts of Roman emperors, arched two-over-two windows, and a three-tiered front bay window that transforms from being rectangular on the 1st floor, to trapezoidal on the 2nd floor, and semi-circular on the 3rd floor, with the one-over-one windows on this portion of the house featuring multi-colored semi-circular stained glass transoms

The house additionally features many intact historic elements inside, including the original staircase that stretches from the first floor side entrance up to the 3rd floor, original doors and trim throughout, and original tiles and fireplace surrounds on the 1st floor and 2nd floor.

The house, originally a single-family home, featured a garden to the side and several one-story wooden porches on the side and rear, as well as sheds in the backyard.

By the early 20th Century, the house became the home of former Wurlitzer Music Company employee and industrialist Albert B. Koett, born in 1863 in Weimar, Germany, whom founded the Kelley-Koett (Keleket) manufacturing company behind a previous residence on Bakewell Street, where Koett worked with J. Robert Kelley on his innovations to X-Ray machines.

Koett left Wurlitzer in 1905 to work full time with the Kelley-Koett Manufacturing Company with John Robert Kelley, as an innovator and industrialist, innovating the "Keleket" X-Ray machine, utilized widely throughout the United States by the 1920s. The company expanded to the point that it occupied a large building on 4th Street in Covington and an additional building on York Street in Cincinnati's West End.

While owned by Koett, the house was enlarged, adding a masonry addition atop the roof of the two-story rear ell, a wooden addition on the rear of the house over a rear porch, and a new front porch with a red tile roof and wire brick columns.

The house was divided up into several small apartment units in the mid-20th Century after Koett's death, leading to the addition of a metal fire escape to the side, and reconfiguration of the interior, with the house being purchased and rehabilitated in the mid-1980s, returning to usage a single-family home, with a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor.

@ Beev Fallen his small apartment maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hangars%20Liquides/30/222/23

Erik was visited by the Minister for Senior Citizens, Mette Kierkgaard, who was on a tour to selected citizens around the country, together with local politicians and representatives of the NGO ÆldreSagen. The purpose was to hear about how to make home care better for citizens, and on this subject, Ballerup Municipality is among the best in providing personal service (permanent staff in small teams) and physical training programs in the home. I couldn't help but feel that it was all a bit overwhelming with both the Minister and her team, and then all of us locals, in his small apartment.

Kornvænget, Ballerup.

Thanks to Sara, Leslie, Deejay Bafaroy and CooperSky for tagging me! ^_^

Tasha has just finished hanging the prints in her new, small apartment / studio. Normal people hang pictures last, but Tasha is an illustrator and graphic designer, and for her, images come before furniture! XD

Emptying the boxes for the move, she found Snowball, her old white teddy bear. While resting on the new shiny yellow sofa, Tasha thinks that white is an unusual color for a teddy bear: maybe his passion for primary colors dates back to his childhood?

Bilder tagna inne i en liten lägenhet i Stockholm under coronakrisen 2020-21. Images shot from inside a small apartment in Stockholm during the corona crisis of 2020-21. Basilika. Basil. Nikon Z 7 with Micro-Nikkor 55mm/2,8 Ais

Plopped the laptop on my bed to make some lunch. Came back and Simone had curled up on it.

Doesn't surprise me as cats like warmth and my MacBook Pro generates enough heat to warm my small apartment and has rumored to be the temperature equivalent to the surface of the freakin sun! ;)

schischiundheititei.de

A visit to Tokyo with my family. I only have on long vacation in Chinese Lunar New Year about 7 day. I have a very small apartment in Shinjuku, so we usually lived there for a short period in the vacation.

The Daily Press - Modular Newspaper Print Shop.

Alternate build (b model) for the LEGO 10278 Police Station.

Building instructions available rebrickable.com/mocs/MOC-93582

I used 2735 of the 2903 parts of the LEGO Police Station.

The ground floor of the main building contains a press room with an old newspaper printing press, in the first floor there is the editorial office and on the second floor lives the owner in a small apartment with roof terrace.

In the smaller neighboring building there is a flower shop on both floors (with room for growing and caring the plants upstairs).

Ercilia has just moved to Sao Paulo. She is happy to have left Rio de janeiro, but she is also a little scared. Luckily her uncle lives in Sao Paulo, with his adorable daughter Ana: she is not only a cousin for Ercilia, she is also a good friend!

Now Ercilia has found a small apartment on the ground floor of an old building: two rooms facing the street. In the bigger one, she will make her own tailoring workshop! She will need some furniture, but the money is already almost gone.

On the advice of his new neighbor, Ercilia goes to look for an old warehouse where they sell used furniture: these two old ramshackle chairs cost very little, and these bright colors bring joy! Ercilia thinks they are perfect for her!

@ Beev Fallen his small apartment maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hangars%20Liquides/30/222/23

31/52 ~ 52 Weeks in Bardo

And we all shine on, like the moon and the stars and the sun. ~John Lennon

The signage defines where we are. Carris Lisbon tram 560 on Route 25, R. Alfândega - Campo de Ourique, is heading east down Calcada Ribeiro Santos at the junction with Rua Santos-o-Velho/Rua das Janelas Verdes.

We stayed in a small apartment off Rua Santos-o-Velho to the left of the church.

Today we helped my daughter take a big step and move into her first apartment, close to her university. She's swapped her suburban bedroom view for a somewhat more urban 9th-floor view in a small apartment tower near the ByWard Market.

This is a 180º panorama, facing north to the Gatineau Hills.

I need a dark backdrop, smoke and lights BUT... I only have a small apartment, ceiling lamps and white closet doors.

Use your imagination!

So this is a small #bts picture of my last post.

Don’t believe that this is a dedicated studio. I live in a small apartment. This is my entrance table which I have to clear each time to set up this makeshift “studio”.

Other than that, I use foamcore as my base and background, my trusty @canon DSLR on @Manfrotto tripod.

For the scene, I created the mountains using “shape-it” sand which I covered with baking soda for the snow effect.

After a nice dinner@ little India, we decided to have a stroll along Bugis Street. As we walked, we saw this huge balloon. This reminded me of the classic movie which I watched when I was young. Then, my family and I were still staying in a small apartment. I needed to lower down the tv volume in order not to disturb my family. Those were the days.

Lucky with the light. Not a bad result, I think, for a photo taken with my ancient iPhone 4S, looking down on a bush.

What produced these colors? Well, we have had some freezing November nights, but very little wind or rain. In summer and fall, the blossom clusters on this shrub are a slightly greenish white. How nice that they then hang around and turn fuchsia (at first pale and then darker) instead of just withering away.

The bush is some kind of hydrangea (German: Hortensie). Gardners have created a huge number of types. This one might be "annabelle."

Location: Landscaped area surrounding a small apartment building. Riehen BS Switzerland.

In my album: Dan's Swiss Autumns.

Sassnitz, Island of Rügen, Germany

We booked a small apartment for a week in Sassnitz at the Balkan Sea and decided to stay in something typical of the region, called the “Rügener Bäderarchitekur”. You will find them in different shapes and sizes over the island, all of them however sharing the typical white beam construction look.

Once we arrived at our residence we just could not believe our eyes. This place was simply gorgeous. Not only was the apartment roomy, clean and well cared for but also the view from our balcony was just breathtaking.

I remember this day like it was just yesterday. It was Sunday morning; my wife had just finished preparing the breakfast on the balcony when the sunrays strayed over the Baltic Sea. It was a shoot not to miss.

I used some of the balcony wood structure as a “window” to frame the pier of Sassnitz in the background. The light was directly measured off the platform of the pier and an orange filter was used to give enough contrast between the blue sky and the dark blue colored Balkan sea.

Technical Data

Rolleiflex SL66

Carl Zeiss Distagon

4.0/50mm

Desde que nos hicimos con un pequeño apartamento en la costa cántabra, mis incursiones por el Puerto de Pozazal han aumentado exponencialmente. No me puedo quejar de mi bagaje con los trenes de viajeros pero con los mercancías la cosa cambia radicalmente. Puntualmente he conseguido hacer alguna foto interesante pero hay trenes con los que, por más que lo intento, no tengo suerte. El tren de Cementos Alfa, por ejemplo, es un habitual de la línea con el que he coincidido muchas veces pero nunca lo he visto con una locomotora sin grafitis. El pasado viernes volví a verlo y, como era de esperar, el estado que presentaba la locomotora invitaba a esconder la cámara, No obstante, como la luz era muy buena decidí fotografiarlo y, armado de un valor infinito, he conseguido adecentar la locomotora hasta mostrar el aspecto que podéis contemplar en la foto. La Cordillera Cantábrica mostraba los últimos restos de nieve de la temporada así no iba a desperdiciar esta foto por un "insignificante" grafiti. No, si aquí el que no se motiva es porque no quiere....

Since we got a small apartment on the Cantabrian coast, my forays through the Port of Pozazal have increased exponentially. I can't complain about my background with passenger trains but with freight trains things change radically. Occasionally I have managed to take some interesting photos but there are trains with which, no matter how hard I try, I have no luck. The Cementos Alfa train, for example, is a regular on the line that I have met many times but I have never seen it with a locomotive without graffiti. Last Friday I saw it again and, as expected, the condition of the locomotive invited us to hide the camera. However, as the light was very good, I decided to photograph it and, armed with infinite courage, I managed to clean the locomotive up to show the appearance that you can see in the photo. The Cantabrian Mountains showed the last remains of snow of the season so I wasn't going to waste this photo because of a "insignificant" graffiti. No, if here the one who is not motivated is because he doesn't want to...

Cuando el año pasado compramos un pequeño apartamento en Laredo suponía que a estas alturas habría conseguido un buen número de fotos de trenes circulando por la línea que une Bilbao con Santander. La llegada de la pandemia y el consiguiente confinamiento primaveral dieron al traste con todas mis esperanzas de aprovechar el mejor momento del año para la fotografía ferroviaria. El verano fue muy complicado porque entre el trabajo y la conciliación familiar apenas tuve tiempo para dedicarlo a nuestra querida afición. A mediados de septiembre tuve unos días de vacaciones en los que pensaba que me resarciría de tantas frustraciones pero este mercante siderúrgico fue suprimido varios días seguidos. El jueves 17 de septiembre me aseguraron que iba a circular pero las previsiones meteorológicas eran muy malas. Descarté, en principio, acercarme hasta Treto pero en cuanto se abrió un claro en el cielo cambié todos mis planes sin dudarlo porque esta coqueta estación se encuentra bastante cerca de nuestro apartamento. Las vías totalmente oxidadas hablaban por si solas del abandono con el que castigan a esta línea que desde hace muchos meses tan solo contempla la circulación de un tren de pasajeros por sentido. Esa desidia también era evidente por el pésimo aspecto que presentaba la locomotora de este mercante algo hasta hace poco impensable en la vía estrecha del norte de España. Los horrendos grafitis así como una iluminación mejorable mandaron esta foto directamente al disco duro y con muy pocas posibilidades de que viera la luz. Sin embargo, como volvemos a estar prácticamente confinados, me he animado a recuperarla abordando la ingrata tarea de reconstruir todo el lateral de la locomotora, algo que en condiciones normales ni me lo habría planteado.

When we bought a small apartment in Laredo last year, I assumed that by now I would have gotten a good number of photos of trains traveling on the line that connects Bilbao with Santander. The arrival of the pandemic and the subsequent spring lockdown shattered all my hopes of taking advantage of the best time of the year for railway photography. The summer was very complicated because between work and family conciliation I barely had time to dedicate to our beloved hobby. In mid-September I had a few days of vacation in which I thought I would make up for so many frustrations, but this steel freight was abolished for several days in a row. On Thursday, September 17, they assured me that it was going to circulate but the weather forecasts were very bad. I ruled out, in principle, going to Treto but as soon as a clearing opened in the sky I changed all my plans without hesitation because this cute station is quite close to our apartment. The totally rusted tracks spoke for themselves of the abandonment with which they punish this line, which for many months has only contemplated the circulation of a passenger train on each direction. That laziness was also evident by the terrible appearance that the locomotive of this freighy presented, something until recently unthinkable on the narrow gauge of northern Spain. The horrendous graffiti as well as an improvable lighting sent this photo directly to the hard disk and with very little chance of it seeing the light. However, as we are again practically confined, I have encouraged myself to recover it by tackling the thankless task of rebuilding the entire side of the locomotive, something that under normal conditions I would not have considered it.