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68 012 runs beside a graffiti covered wall at West Hampstead, working the 13.10 Chiltern service from Marylebone to Birmingham Moor Street.
This was another shot taken on my way back from a hearty lunch in the nearby Bridge Cafe.
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" do anybody know somebody that know somebody??" saturday night banger!
Langston & Tasker Ford R1114 Duple Dominant 2 JMJ 112V seen on a visit to Steeple Claydon in January, 1997.
Just walking the streets of Detroit one morning with some friends... clicking whatever came our way..
Here I tested Phoenix 200 in a direct comparison with an established film. Both shots are completely un-postprocessed. These are the raw scans as I received them from the lab.
I used two cameras with light meters that I know to be reliable. To the left a Nikon F5 with Harman Phoenix 200, shot at the box value of ISO 200. To the right a Canon A-1 with Kodak Ektar 100. The location and lighting conditions are identical. The framing is not, but that should not matter.
Ektar 100 is not known to be a very forgiving film but it acquitted itself of its task quite well. The colours of the neon lights have been faithfully preserved and the exposure is good. Highlights are not blown out and the dark parts show as much detail as one can expect, with no colour hues. Conversely, in the Phoenix shot the highlights are blown out and at the same time the dark parts have lost most detail and acquired a greenish hue that just wasn't there. From most other Phoenix shots I've seen, including those on my first test roll, I'd assumed that Phoenix should be shot at a lower ISO rating than the box value. The dim background seems to bear that out. But I wonder: The highlights are already blown out - that would get worse with overexposure, as would the unpleasant halation that appears to be unavoidable with Phoenix.
To the left:
Camera: Nikon F5
Lens: AF Nikkor 50 mm 1:1.8 D
Harman Phoenix 200 colour negative film shot at ISO 200
Developed and scanned by www.meinfilmlab.de
To the right:
Camera: Canon A-1
Lens: Canon FD 50mm 1:1.4 S.S.C.
Kodak Ektar 100 professional grade colour negative film shot at ISO 100
Developed and scanned by www.meinfilmlab.de
U.S. Marine 1Lt. Brian Bulaud looks through his scope while providing security at a Afghan National Army Tactical Control Point in Kandarou, Afghanistan, July 23. U.S. Marines typically train and supervise ANA soldiers to help improve their military capabilities.
Joint Combat Camera Afghanistan
Photo by Spc. Evan Marcy
Date: 07.23.2009
Location: Kandarou, AF
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This is an image that has been seen before, but not quite in this configuration. It is a little more tightly cropped and not so washed out in colour.
The picture shows one of Walter Woolfenden's cranes onboard the Liverpool docks floating crane, looking at the condition of the crane i would say that it is just going out on a contract in the Isle of Mann. it was out there building the ill fated Summerland leasure complex which sadly resulted in a terrible loss of life when the building caught fire.
The Mystics Dream by Lorena McKennitt
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I took this picture a couple of months ago. I thought of a title and the perfect quote. Right away - Mystics Dreams - came into my mind.
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What are "Mystics Dreams"? How can we define them? Can we live them? Are we able to find them?
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Jalal ad-Din Rumi stated, "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
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"Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God." by Kierkegaard, Soren
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“An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love, and union with the world around us. As mystics of many religions have taught, that sense of rapturous union can give a ” by Thomas More
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“The language of the mystics cannot meet the language of science and reason, but nevertheless in a world that craves experimental testimonies it will be always one of the roads by which our contemporaries can find God” by Rene Vouillaume
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“Mystics always hope that science will some day overtake them” by Booth Tarkington
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"All mystics speak the same language, for they come from the same country." by Louis Claude de St. Martin
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"I do not understand how anyone can live without one small place of enchantment to turn to." by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
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Listen carefully: by Loreena MCKennitt
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Afghan boys play while they wait to be seen during a Village Medical Outreach Program conducted in Saraw, Uruzgan province, Afghanistan, May 28. U.S. Special Forces soldiers partnered with a coalition Female Treatment Team, Afghan Commandos, and local physicians to provide medical services and build partnerships in the area with the local populace.
Combined Joint Special Operations Task Force – Afghanistan Media Operations Center
Photo by Staff Sgt. Kaily Brown
Date Taken:05.28.2011
Location:SARAW, AF
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Tasked to traverse the snow capped world of Krysto by HF Mission Control, Stormer has been sent to rescue a team of trapped Brickonium miners within the crystalized tunnels below the frozen surface. He comes prepared for the cold; equipped with a chain-sledge splitting maul to cut through the ice, a spear gauntlet for any glacial climbing, as well as thermal armor and an extra energy pack to both boost power and longevity to his gear. With the assistance of the rocket research team and their prototype satellite tech to track his way, it’s a race against temperature and time to find the isolated miners and bring them back safely.
Inspired by the absolute force of positivity that is @ben.cossy! As well as other previously similar characters of this concept by @bobthedoctor27, @kutorakh, @datavoltus, and IGU on Flickr!
And a huge thanks again to the profound and wise editing advice of @loafbuilds!
Malie Tasker, one of the Novi Stars.
Let's check off why Malie (pronounced Molly?) became my first-ever Novi Stars girl this evening.
Looks like a Junko Mizuno illustration? Check.
Futuristic Geisha dress complete with obi? Check.
Four arms?!? Check, check, check, and check!
Glow-in-the-dark limbs and stand? Check!
Cadet Captain William Goodwin assumes command of the Cadet Basic Training Regiment, 20 July. His first official act as Commander of Task Force Zilinski was New Cadet Visitation Day.
(Photos by: John Pellino/ DPTMS VI)
Cat Magician by Anna Kastlunger.
Inspired by the Halloween Special Google Doodle Game 2016. www.google.com/doodles/halloween-2016
That task was funny to fold, it has a easy cp and you can make a whole variations of elephants.
More photos here.
Task this week was to show some colors, so I had some fun with bubbles. The original photo ( that's it SOOC in the upper left) was lit by sunlight, a blacklight and incandescent light (hmm, and a TV) but it wasn't quite colorful enough for me so I tweaked some saturation levels and found some more color I liked and added those 3 images for fun.
Disclaimer: I was asked to do a hard task. The grandmother pulled me aside and asked me to film some shots of the baby so they could make some necklaces to remember her. To have her photo, all dolled up. I am going to post some of them because I am proud to have had her in my life as long as I did. Some might find it "morbid" that I was asked to do this, or that I'm even posting shots of her and other random things from the day (a cross, the setup), but this is my way of coping. There is nothing bad about them really but I know some might not want to see her. Later as everyone was leaving Marla knew something was up because I was still there cleaning up with her mom and she said "You're going to take photos aren't you?". I told her yes that Anne Marie had asked me and as she went to hug me she said, I'd never want any other photographer on this entire earth to photograph my baby than my best friend, thank you and i love you". She walked out and that was that. There I sat all alone to photograph this angel. In my life I separate my art time from my pain and struggle it is my release. This was the first time I truly had my art and lens cause pain. I cried the entire time I was taking these photos. I've not stopped crying almost all day.
How the day went:
Stumbled to the phone stubbing my toe, I had finally fallen into an almost impermeable slubmer. Faces of angels and cries alike flowing through my lobes and I felt sullen. Sullen girl, still looking back and living in the now like you strive to. Running from now. I could not scope the gravity of my sadness. My daughter was everywhere, my best friend was in pain and there was energy from her angel to. Saying works in a foreign language to stop the pain in my toe I was told "The viewing/funeral is at 4-9pm today. I was also given the OK to come regardless of exposure more every single person had the chicken pox and from what we have gathered last night not two days from now is the last day of worry for exposure. My mom looked in her diary to when she first saw bumps appear to when the pain actually started. Maybe she said that but Marla and family said they didn't care if I was doused in them they wanted me there. My mom was in to much pain to go and very sick. Big man was left home with her to get her drinks and stuff when she needed. Only thing she had to do was get her own medicine.
Little man dressed in his best outfit, pressed khakis and a dress shirt, we got his hair cut yesterday (free woo!) and he looked sharp. I remember fixing the knot on his tie and thinking. One day I will do this for his wedding, fix his tie already done and he will say "AWW MAH STOP IT"S FINE" and smile large. Next to him I pictured a little girl dancing in a beautiful pink dress, bow tie in the back at her waist, a sun hat atop her head. And I perched my ear real big to try to hear the laughter that was not there. My heart was already breaking. In the car we go and on the way there I try to explain to him the severity of what he is about to see, feel, hear. How do you tell your child about these things without crying? I wiped tears and told him my heart was bursting with sadness and that I loved him. Tears welled up in his eyes as I spoke of the little angel departed. I told him to not be afraid of what he sees and while she might not look like a "normal" baby, normal is overrated and that she is a precious being. Beautiful no matter what. That he not say the words "I'm sorry the baby died, instead to say I'm sorry Ms. Marla and I love you". Pull into the LOVE funeral home; I see Marla's Expedition and grandpas car (her dads). For a while my brain wanted to believe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, that I was making this all up in my head and I'd wake up soon. Seeing their cars made it real. It took me four tries to actually park the car right. Two tries to lock the car and one try to get little man out of his car seat. In order though, my brain was the one rattled.
Fifteen steps to the brass doors, and the violent red/green rug that just screamed funeral home. It took me to memories of the day we had my daughter's memorial, the day my grand mom died. The hushed dreary music flowing through the halls. Hallway was so long I wanted to run in the opposite direction no matter how hard it was to push my marshmallow feet to find the right room. Anne Marie (Marla's mom) walked out and gave me a huge hug, Marla was walking to the bathroom in the background and had not seen us yet. I asked how she was doing and she replied "I'm being the strong one, but Marla has not spoke a word to anyone". Little man hugged her tight and said he was sorry and loved her. Just like i said, and he meant it. She picked him up and walked him into another room and I went to find the bathroom. Turn the corner and Marla is sitting on a bench staring at a wall. For a split second she was me I was looking at and I was about 8 years younger than now. I knew that look. She saw me and ran right up to me gave me the biggest bear hug and burst into uncontrollable tears, I did to. We sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. My shoulder wet with tears and i told her I loved her and that I was happy she was alive and OK in that way. That I was there for her and to hold her and that no matter what I understood. That it hurt me to hear her cry and go through this, but I was there to go through this together. About five minutes later her mom came in a broke up our sobbing huggy mess so we could spend some time with the angel before others started to arrive. I went into the other room set up for friends to give them some time. Marla found me shortly afterward and escorted me to the front. She said as far as they were all concerned we ARE family and that I was to sit with them in the front the entire time.
Soon my eyes came upon a beautiful bassinet equipped with some small toys and a mobile with stars on them. A little pink hat on the middle. And there she lay. Honestly you are a bit afraid it is normal when you first see a corpse of any type. Natural reaction, it is also normal to fear what she might look like with all the abnormalities and such. Tiny fingers clutched around a rosary and to me she looked like an angel. Not a monster or a child who died due to numerous deformities of internal and external things. There laid a real life angel. One I will call my godchild still. I kneeled at the transportable alter in front of her and said my bit, not so much to god as the day my Paige died so did my religion, but more to her and Georgie. Georgie is Marla's brother who killed himself this past year. I told him and Paige and everyone to look over her. I do believe our love ones look over us once they passed. Went back to sit with Marla and hugged Greg and grandpa and grand mom (Anne Marie) held my hand. We all tried to talk of other things in the world but the stare Marla would get sometimes I knew she was thinking about everything that could have been different.
Pregnant friends and family came to the viewing and every one of them it was like Marla was shooting lasers. I couldn't be in the room with a pregnant woman for ages after I lost Paige. My mom and law was pregnant so it was a hard feet. Many people showed up about two hours after I got there. We talked and she told me the nightmare she dredged through the past few days. Told me she thought it best she went when she did because she didn't want her to be in pain, and that is the solace she has that her baby girl is not suffering. How the moment she passed in her fathers arms this look of peace came over her. We cried and cried and hugged and then BS'd and I made her laugh a little. Her finally talking about this, the first time she did she described all the gruesome details and in that moment i knew she is going to be OK soon. She is open about it, she's not running. She is devastated, who is not?
Her boys and little man where getting a bit out of hand so I opted to bring little man home, given my mom could watch him. I drove back here dropped him off after I set them up with a movie and some dinner. Went to drive back and as soon as I sat in the car torrential downpour. I drove anyway. Stuff flying past me there were some wicked winds, blurry eyes, tear-strewn face. I was a mess .By the time I got back I had enough time to hug her boys and they were off to play at a friends house to just get away.
I missed the sermon, that is Ok though I'm' not religious.
Then HIS family started to arrive some very respectful, one of them kept getting calls on her cell phone and I just saw Marla getting more and more pissed off. I marched right up to her (don't know what got in to me!) and told her to either shut it off or get the hell out of the building. She turned it off, and didn't say a word. Marla gave me a wink and a thank you on that one. Eventually we talked about the things she is going to hear "everyone is going to tell you, you can have another. Or that it was gods will, or that things happen for a reason. She said "nothing will ever make this right, I'll just have to learn to deal with it but there is no God-given or any type of true right of this wrong. I told her 8 years later I agree with her. I still can't shop for little girl outfits, my mom shopped for the baby shower. When I see a little girl I think looks like what Paige would have, i burst into tears.
No parent should bury his or her child.
We are so much alike and she told me she felt comfort in my being there because she knows I was there for her and that she could say and talk about anything with me, but mostly because she knows I have been right where she is. In so many words, that I really understood.
Everyone paid their respects, Marla finally had to leave because her feet and legs were so swollen she couldn't bend them! She delivered not so long ago and has been on her feet since pretty much, Greg and her waked up to the bassinet and lifted the hood back. At the same time they bent down and gave the baby a kiss on each cheek and I lost it I had to walk out of the room. They gathered some of the roses and random flowers that had been sent. One last goodbye I witnessed and then the discussion about the photography came in. Anne Marie stayed behind to get the rest of the other things and left me for the most part alone in this large room with the baby to shoot what I thought would look good on the necklace and just some photos for the family.
I was crying so hard I could barely turn on my camera but I did, for them. I was the last in the room with the baby; she is to be cremated tonight. I gave her a tiny kiss on her cheek and told her to kiss angel wings. That we all loved her even though she only stayed here on earth 23 and half hours. That we will all see her soon and that she is so loved more loved than any could imagine and that I was happy she wasn't in pain. To give Paige a hug from mommy.
Looked back over my shoulder while I was walking away trying to get out of my mind that it was the last and first time I had ever seen her.
Slowly I shut the French doors behind me right after I took a final shot.
Fell out in the hallway and finally gathered myself up enough to drive back to Marla's'. Stayed a few minutes they put Marla to bed, drove home and here I am.
I'm a mess and in photo post, these were the hardest set of photos I have ever taken.
Today was beautiful and horrible and wonderful and sad, and closure.
Rest in Peace dear Angelita, rest in peace.