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I think it was Bono that first said that at Madison square garden, but anyway, today`s Rock n roll 5k race in Liverpool UK.
He was pondering over something yesterday... which I can not imagine.. Can you?
Akhil Alagar - my 4 months old son
I don't think I'm going to put a story on each of these. I will write something, I'll explain below:
TLDR: This is a remake of one of the first guns I uploaded. Not the very first, but the first one I was proud of. If you don't feel like listening to me wax sentimental reflecting on things, you can skip the long description.
Long Description:
When I started on the revolver posted before this, I didn't set out to revisit those old guns. But I like to picture what a gun is going to become while I make it, imagine what story it fits in. Something about the revolver reminded me of that very first revolver. I've come a long way since then. It struck me that the revolver I had made looked like the revolver that, way back then, I wish I could've made. When I first began, I had all these cool images in my head with no skill to create them.
The CAW series of rifles was supposed to be the main weapon of the UNSD in what would become the "Sol" storyline between myself and Walkableink. They didn't have stories in their descriptions, but they would lead there. I got a lot of feedback from the community and I remember being so proud of the final CAW renditions.
It would be the Sol storyline that would keep me invested in PMG. The feedback I got on the weapons and the storyline. It gave me a reason to keep going, to keep the story going, while I kept pushing my skills. At first, it really was just driven by comments - I got more comments when I wrote. Eventually, it became what tied me to the community. When the Sol storyline died down, I had become a more skilled PMGer and an accepted member of the community. I wouldn't stop writing, or creating, even though I stepped away from Sam McGregor and the Sol story. (I would return to it again for a season, briefly).
I do a lot of art for myself, to burn stress and to jumpstart creativity. But I'll confess, the Sol stories were the one thing, when I returned to it later, were always more about the PMG community and my friends. For Stirling and Robbe, who always commented. And for Walkableink, who wrote the other half.
The Sol storyline was some of the most fun I had in PMG, even if today I look back and cringe at my old writing (seriously though, why did you guys like it? I can hardly bear to read it).
So I think I may walk a bit down memory lane, remake some of the old designs. Show you guys how they looked in my mind's eye. In my head, the Midaard revolver always looked like the one I just made, and the CAW like the weapon above.
As I revisit, I might add some bits to the story, or I may just wax sentimental like I did on this one.
Comments and Notes are Appreciated.
Excerpt from the Toronto Star Aug. 4, 2007....not sure if it was corrected, there is some graffiti on the inside I see.
'I think it's a disgrace that Toronto leaves such a beautiful and unique piece of outdoor art to rot and decay. As the author of a number of books celebrating the many wonderful things that make this country unique, it both saddens and disturbs me to think that this is how the city treats the outdoor art pieces it commissions and the amazing disrespect with which it holds the artists who create them.
The piece referenced in the article is called Sundial Folly and was unveiled in 1995. It was the first project by two talented and enterprising architecture grads fresh out of the University of Waterloo: my partner, Paul de Figueiredo, and Jonathan Fung. Their winning design beat out 144 other proposals, some of them from very well-known and established artists.
Not only is Sundial Folly a place for wedding photos and a rare quiet spot in the city, it's also a unique meeting place and point of reference. It has become a unique landmark in the vast sea of blah condo development that has stolen the waterfront from its residents.
I urge Mayor David Miller, city council and city staff, as well as all residents, to do something about this wanton neglect.
Dan de Figueiredo, Toronto'
I think this formation is called the Sphinx. (Of course, viewing it from different angles will leave different impressions.) My current thought is that it resembles a goofy dog with one ear up and its tongue out. I used to think it looked like a crouching lion. Next time something else may be seen. In any event, I'm sure geologists have a field day with this rock on a hill that appears in the middle of the otherwise barren Chihuahuan Desert.
Big Bend National Park, Texas.
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Well I think there might be a couple left to edit but this is about it for this set. Not too bad considering we only shot for 40 min or so. This set was interesting though non the less if you look through them all I tried out and learned some new editing styles that I might try out a little more. Practice makes perfect atleast thats what they say.
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Jena`,
I miss you so much. I miss making fun of Michael’s white pants and your ugly grandma and discussing how art makes you feel like God. But most of all, I miss laughing with you.
Zack,
I love you. I know I tell you that all the time, but its true. You are my best friend and I am so lucky to have you. And the reason I tell you all the time how much I love you is because I just want you to know that you mean so much to me, more than you’ll ever know.
Justin,
I feel like you thought of me as the friend that wouldn’t let you down- but I screwed up and I betrayed your trust. I know that you’re not sure if you trust me as much as you used to, but I just want you to know that its okay if you don't. I probably wouldn’t trust me either. I just hope that one day, you can trust me like you used to...
Courtney,
I know we’ve grown apart in the past few years but I think that things are starting to get better, and I’m very happy for that.
Kayla,
you are so loud and random, you’re hilarious and you’re a tad obnoxious but I just love you. You are awesome.
To the girl that I met camping when I was 7,
I don’t remember anything about you, except for that photo I found of you and I. but I think we would’ve been good friends.
i went for a walk in the park...and got rained on!...
...you wouldn't think it was going to rain from this shot would you...lol...
lucky i carry my trusty foldy-uppy umbrella everywhere i go...
i think i'll take a picture of this sink every time i visit gramps in massachusetts. it has a different depth with each changing season and swiftly passing day.
i prefer this shot with my minolta to the one taken with my canon ae-1 a few months ago...maybe it's the difference in film, as this is portra 160 and that was fuji pro 400h...i'm not sure. but then i've been shooting so much with lily the minolta lately - she's become the new favorite. but i suppose we all go through phases with our cameras.
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Heres my think tank. I made a small one because I like the look of a small one. I enjoyed building this. Hope you guys like it.
If you fav please leave a comment thanks.
Our fair city awoke today to a glazed over scene like this. Airports closing, bus service halted, and dozens of traffic accidents. But in typical Washington fashion, it will all turn to rain by lunchtime.
Ruth (eurotrash)
speechless!!! this outfit is everything i love - cute, vibrant, colourful, sassy, extremely well made, and a special thankyou for the sweet sweet scarf, it goes supremely well with this outfit don't you think?
When you think of Andalusia, Spain, Flamenco music and dancing are usually the first things to come to mind. For two weeks in April and May, Seville epitomizes that during the Feria de Abril.
Originally a 19th century cattle fair, these days, the festival is an excuse to party, drink, eat, sing and dance. The locals dress in period costume, ride horses through the cobbled streets, and every little outdoor café has it's own private flamenco guitar performer.
This shot was taken of a group of dancers in the Parque Maria Luisa not far from the fairgrounds. It's flamenco, but the locals will point out that it's a variation unique to Seville called Sevillanas and that it has slightly different timing and rhythm than what's typical in say, Granada, Cordoba or elsewhere in Andalusia.
The music of Spain has been a huge attraction for me and the main reason I keep going back. Andalusia is always my main destination, so it goes without saying that I've likely got a ton of flamenco dancer images. This one however, remains one of my favorites for its simplicity, color and feeling of movement.
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I think this is much better. Bit brighter, froth looks a bit better (although probably still too milky) and the colour of the beer looks a bit better (its a nutty bitter). Very pleased!
I think others have done it a lot better though. Still room to improve:
Why think of the cold, it’s summer somewhere. A look back at past photos. A natural light shot with a gold reflector for fill.
Model: Kayja
(back garden) - Strybing Arboretum - San Francisco Botanical Garden: Golden Gate Park
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Today's forecast around here (Washington DC) ....95' F........Oh Canada, where art thou!? This is Lake Louise, AB
I think I've finally figured out exactly what this particular hawk is. Clark and Wheeler's "Hawks of North America" second edition says first plumage adult (subadult) female Cooper's hawks have "bright yellow, occasionally orangish eyes." The eyes of this hawk are yellow, not orangish like first plumage adult (subadult) male Cooper's and adult Cooper's of both sexes. My earlier guess of "second year juvenile transitioning to adult plumage or a juvenile female" wasn't that far off.
When you think of Coffs Harbour residential, what probably pops into mind is the green and white trucks used by Handybin Waste. However, before this company became fully responsible for the Coffs Coast regional contract, Cleanaway was in charge of the domestic garbage and recycling services in Coffs Harbour City Council. A neat fleet of blue Formark International side loaders with divided bodies was used to empty the yellow lidded split bins on a weekly basis... different from all the Richards stuff out there at the time! Firstly we have a rare offside shot available of one of these units, but secondly this also must be the only 2350G ACCO I’ve seen paired up with a Formark (maybe not original but). I had the joy of witnessing a few machines come and go during a brief visit to the Englands Rd waste management centre on the 04/05 summer holidays, just too bad 11 year old Mitch didn't get more pictures!
He’s so much happier now. I spent a magical weekend with him, brainstorming about philanthropy.
It was off the record, to allow for unfettered speech, so I can’t dive into details, but I can share my overall impression: he is incredibly well read, his fanatic intensity has diffused out to a wide circle of empathy and scope of influence, and he happily dives deep into random topics we raised — from astrobiology to atheism to Africa.
And then we went to see Waiting for Superman.
Photo by Omar Wasow
“So um...what are you drinking?” Peter inquired
“Oh...champagne...I think? I haven’t ever done this before” Gwen replied
“You’re drinking?”
“Gotta get rid of the blues somehow…”
“The blues?”
“You act as if the breakup was easy for me”
“I vaguely remember you dumping me.”
“Peter I...I didn’t want to break up with you.”
“Then why did you do it, Gwen? Why did you leave?”
“I did it because I was tired of being hurt. I loved you, Peter. Everything was so good...it was like a fairy tale, but you pushed me away too much.”
Peter grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Then let’s go back to what we had Gwen. It doesn’t have to be over for us. We can work through this...together.”
“Peter…” Gwen trailed off as she let go of his hand. “It's not that easy,” Gwen sadly muttered.
“Why can’t it be that easy? We still love each other! Why can’t we go back to what we had? Why can’t we be together?”
“Because life isn’t easy Peter. I’m leaving the state and you’re going to ESU. We’d have to bend over backward to see each other and I really don’t want to do long distance."
“But Gwen...isn’t what we had worth it? Our happiness together...we can go back to that.”
“The past is the past Peter...we can start again, but we can never go back to what we had."
“Gwen...we can. We can be happy with each other again.”
“I just don’t know Peter...I don’t know if I’m ready to try again,” she said as she pulled away her hand. “Things like this need time…time I don’t think we have,” Gwen said as the elevator dinged once again which caught the attention of Norman Osborn.
“Ah, this must be Mr. Stark. Please excuse me,” Norman commented to the people he was talking to and began to walk to the door. But when the doors opened it was not the eccentric, billionaire, playboy, Tony Stark. It was another man wearing a tan trench coat with goggles on his face. His hair was brown and cut in a bowl cut but was split displaying his forehead.
“Hello Norman,” the figure said confidently as he walked towards Norman Osborn, the guests slowly shuffling out of his way.
“Wh-Who are you and why are you at my gathering?” Norman asked the figure with a slight panic to his voice.
The figure laughed coldly in response. “Oh Norman, don’t pretend like you don’t know me. We both know we share such a rich history,” the figure said continually walking toward Norman.
“What do you want... O-Otto?”
“What do I want? Well...I want to see your fraudulent empire collapse to the ground in a heaping pile of hell’s fire. But this can all be avoided,” the figure said as a prosthetic arm slithered out of his coat holding a camera. “I want you to spread every little secret you have to the world in one massive apology.”
“Like I would-” Norman started.
“Dad!” Harry yelled as he ran up to his dad. “Dad please...just do what he wants. Please do what he wants. Just put your pride away for one second and apologize for whatever you’ve done to this man.”
Norman Osborn looks at his soon then back to Otto with a grimace. “The only one that should be sorry is you for leaving Oscorp because you were only relevant when you worked for me!” Norman shouted at Otto
Otto laughed in response. “You should’ve listened to your son Otto...now you will be responsible for the tragedies that happen tonight,” Otto said as three more tentacles slowly emerged from his vest. “Now Toomes!” A moment passed before Adrian Toomes crashed through the window and smoke began to fill the room. Most guests screamed in peril and began to attempt to flee the room but they were stopped as Mysterio appeared to be in every door. A mechanical laugh filled the room as Electro hovered in through the window. Across the room Peter witnessed all of this.
“Gwen I have to go...you have to go. As soon as you get the chance please get the hell out of here,” Peter said as he began to walk away but Gwen grabbed his hand.
“Peter what do you think you’re doing? Where are you going?” Gwen inquired.
“I...I can’t tell you that. Please just listen to me and no matter what you see...just keep running,” Peter said as he pulled his hand away.
“Peter Parker look at me!” Gwen shouted which caused Peter to turn back in response. “Tell me what’s happening”.
Peter walked over to Gwen and hugged her. He then let go and looked her in the eye and kissed her. “I love you, Gwen Stacy…” Peter then ran off from her as he heard her screaming his name. He then leaped into an air vent and crawled until he reached another room. He jumped down from the vent and swiftly took off his vest and dress pants to reveal his Spider suit. He then put the mask on and took a deep breath. “You can do this Pete...you can do this.” He then took a few steps back and leaped out the window.
I almost forgot "Everything You Think Is Wrong Day" (but that's not till July). Luckily I took photos that day for another reason. My Canon point and shoot has developed a bad habit of not opening the lens cover all the way and I didn't check it at first, hence the black corners. It also isn't easy trying to take a macro of the eye of a needle with a point and shoot. I also thought if they issued a shelter in place where I live I could stay home from work. Not going to happen because I work in a hardware store and they are considered an essential business. Since I am over 60 and have respiratory problems (I have had a cough and congestion in my head since December and respiratory allergies my whole life) the thought of continuing to work with the public is scary.
40. Everything You Think Is Wrong Day (March 15th)