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I had a chance to visit the 2015 Phoenix Comicon - wow - it was impressive, amazing, and huge! It was a visual assault on the senses. So many people in costumes everywhere - for every person I shot there were 2-3 people I missed. The Comicon was scattered between a very large convention center and several hotels so I definitely got a lot of exercise trying to take it all in (which is impossible). Everyone was so gracious about shooting with me, a big goofy photographer.
I loved the energy and creativity people put into their costumes - many of them home-made. I hope I make it back for the 2016 event.
I took these photos at the end of May 2015 in Phoenix, Arizona.
Designed as a series of terrifying episodes, Resident Evil Revelations 2 unfolds across four adventures drawn taut with dramatic cliff-hangers and gripping horror gameplay.
The beginning of the Resident Evil Revelations 2 tale sees fan favorite Claire Redfield make a dramatic return to the horrors that haunted her in the past . Survivor of the Raccoon City incident depicted in previous Resident Evil games, Claire now works for the anti-bioterrorism organisation Terra Save. Moira Burton, new recruit and daughter of Resident Evil legend Barry Burton, is attending her welcome party for Terra Save when unknown armed forces storm the office. Claire and Moira are knocked unconscious and awaken later to find themselves in a dark and abandoned detention facility. Working together, they must find out who took them and to what sinister end. With the terrifying Afflicted enemies waiting around every dark corner, players will need to use their ammo and weapon supply wisely, in classic survival horror style. Will Claire and Moira make it out alive and discover what’s led to them being taken to this remote island? Who else will they come across? A story of twists and turns will have players guessing the next step at every turn.
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total mess around.
today has been crazy.
hospital trips & melt downs.
i am all over at the moment and it's effecting my work.
i need to learn to channel it into my pictures.
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They might look terrifying, but amblypigi (that's their scientific name) are actually totally harmless species
They are maybe terrifying but it would certainly suit my fancy to eat one of these little beauties!!
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John Smyser’s Terrifying Toronado exhibition car, which, terrifyingly enough, is best remembered for hurtling the guardrail at Irwindale Raceway and scaring the bejesus out of the fans in that section.
By all accounts, Smyser was a very good Top Fuel racer. With Nando Haase driving, his 392 Chrysler-powered Radar Wheels entry won the 1965 Hot Rod Magazine Championships in Riverside, Calif., and he and Harry Hibler were runner-up to Tony Nancy at the 1970 March Meet.
The Terrifying Toronado had its street roots in Olds’ peculiar attempt at a muscle car. With gobs of horsepower under the hood and chain-driven front-wheel drive for better traction, it should have been a huge winner, right? After all, while the GTOs and Mustangs were melting the hides trying to glue their tires to the road, the Olds would hook up just fine, thank you very much. The car was so highly praised that it won Motor Trend’s prestigious Car of the Year award in 1966. Smyser’s car was a ’66 – the first year in a production that ran through 1992 – and shared the same engine as the production car, a 425-cid V-8 powerplant.
Noted speed merchant Don Ratican (of Ratican-Jackson-Stearns fame) built the two Olds engines that, while they retained the stock displacement, were pretty racy, packed with Mickey Thompson pistons with Grant rings, a Racer Brown camshaft, heads ported and polished by Valley Head Service, and, naturally, a 6-71 supercharger.
The front engine turned the front 10-inch-wide Casler slicks on Halibrand wheels through the conventional Toronado automatic transmission and differential while the rear-seat-mounted second engine used a dual-disc clutch and a Schiefer aluminum flywheel to funnel power via direct drive to a conventional Olds rear end.
While the wheelbase remained at the stock 119 inches, the track was widened 8 1/2 inches in front and 2 1/2 inches in the rear, presumably for stability and tire clearance. The rear engine sat in a subframe that was easily removable for repairs (maybe they knew something ahead of time?). The car tipped the scales at a portly 4,500 pounds.
Despite its pedigree, the car may have been one of the more ill-conceived and certainly most ill-handling race cars ever built. Or maybe it was just too far ahead of its time.
The Terrifying Toronado was unveiled at the 1966 AHRA Winternationals at Irwindale and made its first run the following week at the ‘Dale. On its fateful lone pass, Smyser lost the handle early, with the car first darting left for the centerline, then hooking up hard and plunging back to the right into and over the Armco. As the famous photos show, it didn’t make it much farther than the guardrail and fell comfortably short – easy for me to say because I wasn’t sitting in the stands – of the chain-link fence.
It ran a few other times that year but never performed well enough to merit much attention. The car’s final outing came about a year after its debut, at the 1967 NHRA Winternationals in Pomona, where the car again ran afoul of the laws of physics. During Saturday qualifying, Smyser made an exhibition pass but again the car got all terrifying on him and busted through the right-side guardrail at speed at three-quarter-track. Fortunately, there were no grandstands that far downtrack. Regardless, it became clear that the Terrifying Toronado was just too terrifying to continue, and the car was retired.
John Smyser’s Terrifying Toronado exhibition car, which, terrifyingly enough, is best remembered for hurtling the guardrail at Irwindale Raceway and scaring the bejesus out of the fans in that section.
By all accounts, Smyser was a very good Top Fuel racer. With Nando Haase driving, his 392 Chrysler-powered Radar Wheels entry won the 1965 Hot Rod Magazine Championships in Riverside, Calif., and he and Harry Hibler were runner-up to Tony Nancy at the 1970 March Meet.
The Terrifying Toronado had its street roots in Olds’ peculiar attempt at a muscle car. With gobs of horsepower under the hood and chain-driven front-wheel drive for better traction, it should have been a huge winner, right? After all, while the GTOs and Mustangs were melting the hides trying to glue their tires to the road, the Olds would hook up just fine, thank you very much. The car was so highly praised that it won Motor Trend’s prestigious Car of the Year award in 1966. Smyser’s car was a ’66 – the first year in a production that ran through 1992 – and shared the same engine as the production car, a 425-cid V-8 powerplant.
Noted speed merchant Don Ratican (of Ratican-Jackson-Stearns fame) built the two Olds engines that, while they retained the stock displacement, were pretty racy, packed with Mickey Thompson pistons with Grant rings, a Racer Brown camshaft, heads ported and polished by Valley Head Service, and, naturally, a 6-71 supercharger.
The front engine turned the front 10-inch-wide Casler slicks on Halibrand wheels through the conventional Toronado automatic transmission and differential while the rear-seat-mounted second engine used a dual-disc clutch and a Schiefer aluminum flywheel to funnel power via direct drive to a conventional Olds rear end.
While the wheelbase remained at the stock 119 inches, the track was widened 8 1/2 inches in front and 2 1/2 inches in the rear, presumably for stability and tire clearance. The rear engine sat in a subframe that was easily removable for repairs (maybe they knew something ahead of time?). The car tipped the scales at a portly 4,500 pounds.
Despite its pedigree, the car may have been one of the more ill-conceived and certainly most ill-handling race cars ever built. Or maybe it was just too far ahead of its time.
The Terrifying Toronado was unveiled at the 1966 AHRA Winternationals at Irwindale and made its first run the following week at the ‘Dale. On its fateful lone pass, Smyser lost the handle early, with the car first darting left for the centerline, then hooking up hard and plunging back to the right into and over the Armco. As the famous photos show, it didn’t make it much farther than the guardrail and fell comfortably short – easy for me to say because I wasn’t sitting in the stands – of the chain-link fence.
It ran a few other times that year but never performed well enough to merit much attention. The car’s final outing came about a year after its debut, at the 1967 NHRA Winternationals in Pomona, where the car again ran afoul of the laws of physics. During Saturday qualifying, Smyser made an exhibition pass but again the car got all terrifying on him and busted through the right-side guardrail at speed at three-quarter-track. Fortunately, there were no grandstands that far downtrack. Regardless, it became clear that the Terrifying Toronado was just too terrifying to continue, and the car was retired.
Many years ago, Pickaweekee, a boy from a Scioto Valley tribe, came to a small pool with his Hound. They planned to catch fish for supper. The Hound, thirsty from the long hike, stopped to lap up some water from the pond. As the liquid touched his lips, the dog froze in place. His limbs became immobile. Suddenly, he was immortalized in a statuesque pose. The Hound turned to solid bronze.
Pickaweekee was terrified. “How could this happen? What does it mean?” he thought.
Two friends appeared from the forest, Brother Owl and Sister Eagle. Pickaweekee turned to them for comfort and answers.
“How can I release my Hound from the bronze?” he asked.
“There are new people in the land,” said the wise Owl. “They have strange tools that can be used for good or evil.”
The bird pointed to a tall object nearby. “See this stalk they’ve left? It is called a pump. If you pull its handle, ancient water will come from deep within the pool. Where this water flows, there is a creek. Your answers are there.”
Pickaweekee did as the Owl suggested and pulled on the pump’s handle. Water spilled from the spigot.
Eagle, of course, had been listening.
“The creek flows past two creatures,” she said. “See their tracks by the pool? Go find them and learn of their secrets.”
“You may only understand their secrets by uncovering their weaknesses,” said Owl. “The secret of the Lion is Courage. The Unicorn’s secret is Power. Return when you have visited the sacred Tree which stands alone.”
Pickaweekee, being a careful, thoughtful boy, was not completely sure he understood his task. Eagle recognized his hesitance.
“You have all that you need for your quest,” she assured him. “Trust your feelings. Do not be like the Griffin who is afraid to be wrong.”
Pickaweekee collected his things, and patted the bronze Hound on the head, reassuring him that he would return. And the boy set off on his new odyssey. He followed the creek deep into the forest, deeper than he’d ever explored before. After what seemed like an eternity, the boy saw the Lion in a small clearing near a waterfall.
The Lion was not afraid of anything he could see or hear or smell. So Pickaweekee slipped behind the waterfall where the Lion could not see or hear or smell him. When the Lion was within reach, the boy pushed his hand through the falling water and yanked on the Lion’s tail then disappeared behind the curtain of water again before the Lion could identify his attacker.
Suddenly, the Lion was afraid. Pickaweekee had stolen the Lion’s Courage.
Soon, he left the Lion and the waterfall behind, in search of the Unicorn. His trek took him even deeper into the dark forest. Eventually, he discovered the elegant animal downstream, standing near the creek. The Unicorn was very beautiful and very confident in himself because he believed he knew everything. Pickaweekee had never seen a Unicorn before and was surprised to see a massive horn sticking out of the animal’s forehead. He looked very powerful.
Pickaweekee took a handful of gum from his pouch. The Unicorn’s eyes opened wide, envious of the boy’s snack.
“Taste,” realized Pickaweekee. “That’s the Unicorn’s weakness.”
“You may chew this gum if you like, Unicorn,” said the boy. He handed the animal the wad of gum made from the milkweed in his mother’s garden.
Because the Unicorn was sure he knew everything, his ego would not allow him to ask the boy about the gum before he began chewing. So he chewed and chewed and chewed. He drank some water and continued to chew. Eventually, his mouth stuck shut. Closed like a trap.
“Let me help you,” the boy whispered. “I can help pull open your mouth.”
The panicked Unicorn conceded and the boy grabbed the Unicorn’s enormous horn. He pulled and pulled. The more he pulled, the more power dissipated from the horn. Shortly, the Unicorn’s power was sapped.
Pickaweekee had stolen the Unicorn’s Power.
He continued on his creekside journey. After much more walking, he came upon an enormous Tree, standing all alone. He realized this must be the tree of which Owl had spoken. He knew exactly what to do.
Pickaweekee hugged the Tree with all his might. Then he ran around the Tree three times (because three is a good number). Then he turned and circled the Tree three times in the other direction. At that moment, the Lion’s Courage returned and the Unicorn regained his Power. But the boy had already learned their secrets.
At that moment, Pickaweekee heard the barking of his Hound; he’d been released from the bronze. But the Lion and the Unicorn were angry and had followed him back to the creek. The Lion roared and lunged. The Unicorn snorted and charged. But both creatures stepped into the creek and were instantly turned to bronze.
Pickaweekee and his Hound jumped the creek, moving freely. They, along with Brother Owl and Sister Eagle, ran back to the people of their village where their spirits guard the secrets of the Lion and Unicorn to this day.
((According to an unverified article by S.J. Seaburn on Flickr.com, from which this tale was adapted, Pickaweekee is the name of “a village of ‘The People Who Arose From Ashes,’ whose ancestors vanished from the Scioto Valley centuries past.”))
Photo show celebrating zombie day in 2012 around 1 Blackfriars Bridge, South Bank, London SE1 9UD and near Blackfriars Bus Stop.
World Zombie Day was born in Pittsburgh’s Monroeville Mall in 2006, the location of George Romero’s film Dawn of the Dead. Present, more than 50 cities worldwide participate in WZD, including New York, Pittsburgh, Paris, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, Seattle, London, Manchester, and Tokyo.
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The London branch of World Zombie Day has been operating since 2008 and has been taking to the streets for more than a decade now.
Additional ionformation about 2012 Zombie day below
thehorrificallyhorrifyinghorrorblog.wordpress.com/2012/10...
Headless corpses, missing limbs, and rotting flesh were just some of the ghoulish sights seen on London streets for an annual zombie march through the city.
Hoards of people stepped out in their best un-dead garbs to traipse through the capital for London's World Zombie Day event.
According to the organizer of the Zombie march, they are raising money for charity City Harvest London.
The charity collects any extra food that would otherwise go to waste from different areas of the food industry.
They then drop off the food at various organizations that feed vulnerable people. These include homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and refuges.
The additional information you can read here zombieexperiences.co.uk/zombie-day-locations/london-zombi...
All photos was collected around location of : 1 Blackfriars Bridge, South Bank, London SE1 9UD and Blackfriars Bus Stop :
Blackfriars Station South Entrance (Stop C), Stop ID: 77271 during Zombie Day in London at 13 October 2012
Location : 51.508572, -0.104515
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An appropriately terrified Betty Grable reading a scary book is accompanied by a huge composition German JOL with tissue liner at bottom. The shadow play in this shot is wonderful.
The three faces of my daughter, Amy.
Shot with a Tachihara 5x4 field camera and some very expired Polaroid 125i instant film.
In Tbilisi's State History Museum, the most terrifying exhibit is a desk. Documenting the years of Soviet occupation.
Tbilisi, Georgia.
Thea Bobbi Wood, 48 hrs old. My latest step grandchild. I am afraid to touch her head. There are soft places where I can see a pulse underneath. Terrifying. What is she feeling?
The drawing behind the embroidery.
I don't really like the drawing -- too much going on. I prefer how the embroidery is more simple, not getting carried away with shading, etc. I am trying to get better about showing my process, however.
Item:
Title: Terrified Refugees fleeing in boats from Mont Pelee
Photographer:
Publisher:
Publisher#: Underwood & Underwood
Year: 1902
Height: 3.5"
Width: 7"
Media: albumen print
Color: b/w
Country: Martinique
Town: St Pierre
Notes:
For information about licensing this image, visit: THE CARIBBEAN PHOTO ARCHIVE
Episode 6 - The Civil War (1865)
Fanfare of Six Trumpets.
Enter a number of ladies who engage in a social tea-party.
Chorus Sings:- “Just a Song at Twilight.” - Molloy.
In the midst of the party, in rush the unkempt vanguard of Morgan's Raiders.
Allegro Vivace – Sweet - Band.
These marauders disrupt the proceedings, begin to pillage and loot the party to their hearts content, when a distant bugle is heard and they flee in terror as the Union Soldiers come in pursuit, leaving the ladies terrified and huddled together for self protection.
“When Johnnie Comes Marching Home.” - Lambert - Band.
Their tears of vexation however soon turn to gladness, when other Union Soldiers enter returning from the war to their wives and sweethearts. As the group leaves the stage The Spirit of Cambridge turns to Father Time and says:-
Cambridge Speaks:-
“These pictures all, good Father Time,
Are pleasing unto me,
Have you not more of olden days
That we may hear and see?”
Father Time Speaks:-
“Yes, fair Spirit, you shall see
What our Recorder hath shown to me.”
The ladies of The Civil War are represented by The Woman's Relief Corps with Mrs. Mary J. Livingston and Mrs. Norwesta Secrest as leader and The Daughters of Veterans with Mrs. L. R. Dallas and Mrs. Casey Rainey as leaders.
Morgan's Raiders will be depicted by members of The Alpha Pi Club with Mr. John Kirkpatrick as leader, Mr. A. L. Goulding leader Guernseyware Co.
The intrepid hunters who drive them out of this district will be represented by The Afefa Club with Mr. Harry Lake as leader.
The returning Civil War Heroes will be represented by The Sons of Veterans with Mr. J. M. Scott as leader.
HISTORICAL NOTES
Episode 7 - Picture from the Past
Scene 1. Death of Linn.
In 1791 a company of hunters consisting of John Wetzel, William McCulloch, John Hough, Thomas Biggs, Joseph Hedges, Kinzie Dickerson and a Mr. Linn camped on the banks of Wills Creek not far from the present site of Cambridge. Here Mr. Linn was taken violently ill and all the simple remedies in their power were administered without effect. Late at night they all lay down except one who was placed on guard. Just before daybreak, the guard took a small pail and dipped some water out of the stream. On carrying it to the fire, he discovered it to be muddy which aroused his suspicion that the enemy might be approaching, and were walking down in the stream so that their footsteps would be noiseless in the water. He awakened his companions and communicated his suspicions. They examined the stream a little distance and listened for some time but neither saw nor heard anything and concluded it must be some wild animal. All lay down again except the sentinel. The Indians then attacked and rushed upon the men who fled barefooted and unarmed. Mr. Linn, Thomas Biggs and Joseph Hedges were killed in and near the camp. William McCulloch fell in a swamp and was left by the Indians for dead, John Wetzel made a remarkable escape when chased by the Indians down a steep and rugged hill at Fish Basket. McCulloch, Wetzel, Hough and Dickerson after great suffering found their way to Wheeling.
Scene 2. A Red Man's Good Deed.
Isaac Oldham came from Virginia to Cambridge in 1805 and worked for Beatty and Gomber who had just laid out the town plat of Cambridge. He was noted for his piety and his kindness to the Indians. Doughty, one of the few Indians left near Cambridge, was resentful toward Oldham because the latter had settled on land he once claimed and entered the cabin of Oldham to take his life. The white settler showed such courage that the Indian departed without fulfilling his purpose.
Scene 3. Pennyroyal.
Benjamin Borton came from New Jersey to Ohio in 1804; with other settlers who followed, he engaged in the distilling the oil of Pennyroyal, sassafras, peppermint and wormseed, mostly sold to New York drug houses. In 1880 the descendants of the Oxford Township settlers organized and hold an annual meeting which is known as the Pennyroyal Reunion.
Scene 4. Johnny Appleseed.
Johnny Appleseed is the name given to John Chapman, an eccentric old man who traveled about the country, playing on his violin, gathering bags of apple seeds at the cider presses and planting wherever he went. Many an old apple tree growing by the road side giving fruit and shade to those who pass is said to be of his planting.
Scene 5. Sophie Gibaut.
There lived in Cambridge, a lonely old woman with coarse features and strange ways. About twenty-five years before, she had arrived in Cambridge saying that she was from the Isle of Guernsey and sought a home among them. Willing to do all kinds of work she found a place of usefulness here. In 1863, she died after a very brief illness and it was discovered that “Sophie” was a man. Nothing was ever discovered concerning the history of this person but there were many traditions, the most popular of which seemed to be that “Sophie” had been a pirate and had buried treasure somewhere among our hills.
Scene 6. The Leatherwood God.
In August, 1828, a camp meeting was held by the United Brethren Church, near Salesville. On Sunday, the attendance was very large. The Rev. John Crum, presiding Elder, addressed the congregation at the afternoon service. He had proceeded half way in his discourse and had the entire attention of the audience when during a solemn silence a tremendous voice shouted Salvation followed instantly by a strange sound likened by all who heard it to the snort of a frightened horse. The minister was taken by surprise and stopped preaching. All eyes were turned towards the spot from whence the sound seemed to come, and were fixed on a stranger of odd appearance who sat about midway in the congregation. This stranger was Joseph C. Dylks, the noted Leatherwood God. All who heard him were filled with awe and fear. For three weeks he quietly made proselytes and then announced in
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John Smyser’s Terrifying Toronado exhibition car, which, terrifyingly enough, is best remembered for hurtling the guardrail at Irwindale Raceway and scaring the bejesus out of the fans in that section.
By all accounts, Smyser was a very good Top Fuel racer. With Nando Haase driving, his 392 Chrysler-powered Radar Wheels entry won the 1965 Hot Rod Magazine Championships in Riverside, Calif., and he and Harry Hibler were runner-up to Tony Nancy at the 1970 March Meet.
The Terrifying Toronado had its street roots in Olds’ peculiar attempt at a muscle car. With gobs of horsepower under the hood and chain-driven front-wheel drive for better traction, it should have been a huge winner, right? After all, while the GTOs and Mustangs were melting the hides trying to glue their tires to the road, the Olds would hook up just fine, thank you very much. The car was so highly praised that it won Motor Trend’s prestigious Car of the Year award in 1966. Smyser’s car was a ’66 – the first year in a production that ran through 1992 – and shared the same engine as the production car, a 425-cid V-8 powerplant.
Noted speed merchant Don Ratican (of Ratican-Jackson-Stearns fame) built the two Olds engines that, while they retained the stock displacement, were pretty racy, packed with Mickey Thompson pistons with Grant rings, a Racer Brown camshaft, heads ported and polished by Valley Head Service, and, naturally, a 6-71 supercharger.
The front engine turned the front 10-inch-wide Casler slicks on Halibrand wheels through the conventional Toronado automatic transmission and differential while the rear-seat-mounted second engine used a dual-disc clutch and a Schiefer aluminum flywheel to funnel power via direct drive to a conventional Olds rear end.
While the wheelbase remained at the stock 119 inches, the track was widened 8 1/2 inches in front and 2 1/2 inches in the rear, presumably for stability and tire clearance. The rear engine sat in a subframe that was easily removable for repairs (maybe they knew something ahead of time?). The car tipped the scales at a portly 4,500 pounds.
Despite its pedigree, the car may have been one of the more ill-conceived and certainly most ill-handling race cars ever built. Or maybe it was just too far ahead of its time.
The Terrifying Toronado was unveiled at the 1966 AHRA Winternationals at Irwindale and made its first run the following week at the ‘Dale. On its fateful lone pass, Smyser lost the handle early, with the car first darting left for the centerline, then hooking up hard and plunging back to the right into and over the Armco. As the famous photos show, it didn’t make it much farther than the guardrail and fell comfortably short – easy for me to say because I wasn’t sitting in the stands – of the chain-link fence.
It ran a few other times that year but never performed well enough to merit much attention. The car’s final outing came about a year after its debut, at the 1967 NHRA Winternationals in Pomona, where the car again ran afoul of the laws of physics. During Saturday qualifying, Smyser made an exhibition pass but again the car got all terrifying on him and busted through the right-side guardrail at speed at three-quarter-track. Fortunately, there were no grandstands that far downtrack. Regardless, it became clear that the Terrifying Toronado was just too terrifying to continue, and the car was retired.