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This is an image that I took of a total stranger while walking on Killiney Hill back in Nov 2010. It was a lovely bright day and there was a heavy snowfall the previous night. While stopping to admire the view, this gentleman was standing beside me and we started talking, His eyes and his skin tones in the bright sunshine just overwhelmed me. I asked him if I could take his photo and he agreed.
For those of you interested in old marine architecture, I saw a pinsi with an old Bugis-Makassar steering system with two side rudders in Sunda Kelapa Harbour, Jakarta, Indonesia. The long port side rudder blade is visible just above the crewman's head, which is seen in a side opening in the ship. When underway, the two rudders are fixed to strong traverse thwarts projecting out on both sides of the aft part of the ship (seen here below the blade). During their heyday in the 1970's, several thousand pinisi, then the biggest fleet of sailing traders in the world, connected all the islands of the Indonesian archipelago.
6/04/2017 www.allenfotowild.com
For those who don't know, The Last of Us is my favorite game. 2 years ago I got my PlayStation and played through a game that blew my mind. The story, the characters, the multiplayer, everything clicked (get it) I just love everything about this game. Since then I've played through the story 9 times and I probably have around 1000 hours in the multiplayer. It's something I will always cherish.
Anyway, thanks for reading my quick story, if you guys fee the same about tlou leave a comment!
What are your experiences with tlou? How long have you been playing it? What do you haveit on?
Thank you for the title, Fransois!
These images were taken at a school we visited at the DRC Project in Swakopmund. The school is solely funded by donations, the only classroom is in a container, the "kitchen" is a room with two large kettles and a gasburner. Water has to be carried from a pump.
More images about the DRC project in my Namibia folder.
"Everyone needs community, Rose. Especially those who claim they do not."
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In only the second comic book he's written in over a decade, veteran writer Christopher Priest creatively deconstructs and humanizes the story of Deathstroke by confronting the mercenary's addiction to violence with his need for emotional intimacy. Known as the Terminator to all but Slade Wilson to the select few, Deathstroke turns out to be far more complex character than he's ever been written as before, thanks to an intentional focus on his failure to maintain healthy relationships with his family members and loved ones. Political subterfuge and old school badassery undercut this central theme, while a vibrant cast of supporting and guest characters provide a believable human context in which Deathstroke can inevitably wreak psychological and physical havoc. Add in the fact that the artwork is consistently excellent, and there's no question that Christopher Priest's Deathstroke is decidedly one of the best titles DC has put out in years.
The only reason I ever took a look at this run was because it was constantly being recommended on Reddit. And I'm so happy that I did - just behind Superman, Deathstroke is my favorite Rebirth title. As a comic book character, Deathstroke is so mythically badass. He has an eyepatch, Minnesota high school hockey hair, and one of the most aesthetically pleasing costumes ever created. But despite these characteristics, he's never been written as a particularly deep character; he barely got any solo attention before the Flashpoint, and in the early New 52, Deathstroke was nothing but a musclebound, Liefeld-esque bruiser. But with a writing veteran such as Priest at the reins, Deathstroke has finally received the nuanced characterization and solo attention that he's deserved since his creation. If you haven't read this yet, you NEED to!
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This shot features main and supporting characters in the run, along with several guest stars that only appeared in single issues (Clock King, Superman, Batman & Robin, The Creeper). For those who haven't read any Deathstroke yet, here are a few quick summaries of characters that might not be immediately recognizable. Fig formulas are at the very bottom!
Joseph Wilson: Deathstroke's younger son, depicted in the final version of the Ikon Suit, created by David Isherwood. Joseph is more popularly known as Jericho in traditional DC continuity.
Clock King: Appeared in DEATHSTROKE #0s and #1 as a one-off villain. And yes, he appeared in classic Silver Age garb. :)
Adeline Kane: Deathstroke's ex-wife. Hates Slade for ruining their marriage and for indirectly causing the death of Grant and the mutilation of Joseph. Doesn't like Rose.
Ja Zaki: Real name Matthew Bland - an African dictator/supervillain who is a straight-up parody of Marvel's Black Panther. Is a recurring ally/rival to Slade throughout the run.
Grant Wilson: Deathstroke's older son, deceased from the combined effects of the H.I.V.E. super-serum and the stress from his long-ago battle with the Teen Titans. Slade's guilt over Grant's death principally drives the events of the Lazarus Contract.
Wintergreen: Slade’s oldest and (arguably) only real friend. I’ll save the details of his background for you to find out. :)
NOTABLE OMISSIONS:
Dr. Villain, David Isherwood, Power Girl, Roscoe, Raptor
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Fig formulas:
Deathstroke: greyed Luke Skywalker hair, Airen Cracken head, erased General Cryptor Ninjago armor, LBM Batman torso, Simpsons S2 Marge left arm, cut Scu-Batsuit utility belt
Rose Wilson: Storm hair, SW Rebels Sabine Wren head, Hobgoblin torso, dark azure arms, S4 Musketeer CMF legs
Joseph Wilson: Captain Marvel hair, White Tiger head, Cosmic Boy torso, Batgirl utility belt, First Order AT-DP pilot legs
William Randolph Wintergreen: Count Dooku hair, J. Jonah Jameson head, Superboy arms, S12 Gamer CMF hips, sand blue legs, walkie-talkie
Adeline Kane: Narcissa Malfoy hair, Padme Naberrie head, BvS Lois Lane base
Hosun: N52 Robin hair, Draco Malfoy head, reversed S14 Clumsy Guy cmf torso, S12 Gamer CMF arms, computer board
Red Lion: LBM Red Hood CMF head, Kraven collar, NK promo fig torso, Catman CMF utility belt, Wolverine claws
Superman (Rebirth): Superman base fig w/Senate Commando legs
Clock King: Clock round plate, reversed City Beachgoer torso, Ninjago Lloyd DX hips, dark azure arms and legs
Ravager (Grant Wilson): Damian Wayne hair, N52 Nightwing head, Ninjago Jay ZX armor, 2012 Hawkeye torso, dark blue arms w/red hands, Catman CMF utility belt BvS Superman legs w/red hips
The Creeper: LBM Joker hair, S16 Strongman head, LBM Red Hood CMF cape, S12 Lifeguard CMF torso, S3 Hula Dancer CMF legs
Batman (Rebirth): Buccaneer Batman cowl, N52 Batman torso, LBM Death Metal Batman CMF arms w/dark blue hands, Helicarrier Nick Fury legs, custom-cut Disney Maleficent CMF cape
Damian Wayne (Robin): Damian base figure with Shazam hair, S15 Grim Knight arms, green short legs
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Props to Multi_Sharp for requesting this shot a couple months back! He was the only one that did so, but it definitely gave me the push to greenlight this one. :)
1.52: Joy
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
- J.M. Barrie
Taken at the annual Fort Langley Polar Bear Swim.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. Rachel Carson.
TRP ~ Fairy Tale themed photographs
Applaud me - I played a group today. ;-)
Just kidding. I mean...yes, I played, but no, don't congratulate me for doing something that 90% of the good Flickrite community is doing...haha.
For anyone who is lost, this is Grimm's The Frog Prince, and I'd love to chide anyone who IS lost, but Disney and the suckers in storytelling ruined the classic long ago.
What I want to know is where that kiss deal came from.....she didn't kiss the dang frog, people. *sigh*
Literature gets corrupted just like the rest of us I guess.... :-)
So, I had a much better day today, for those of you who care.
I even visited a few streams. *applauds self yet again*
Ahhh...soon all will be right with the world. ;-)
I'm gonna go assist the better half with making tacos.
Hope everyone has a fabulous evening. xo
Random fact du jour: I am no princess. I'm more like....the crude little sidekick to the princess that slips her vodka and inappropriate underwear.
Goruhm, Toa Cordak of Gravity.
"Those who break the laws must feel the great weight of their crimes."
More photos in the album.
Look at those crossed paws!
Yes, of course I posed them - but he didn't move them after I did so.
What a good boy.
Yesterday, I spent a few minutes sewing (and stuffing) a pillow to fit inside the pillowcases I made last weekend.
Today, I spent a few hours reorganizing my closet (yet again) to find a place to put it.
(sigh)
The good news is that yes, I managed to clear off an entire cubbie-shelf big enough for the pillow (and nothing BUT the pillow).
... AND I sorted through a fair number of bins, consolidating and rearranging the contents (so as to clear room on said shelf)
... AND I reminded myself of things I'd long ago forgotten about.
So I pulled out this velvet collar and "fur" remnant to toss over my pillow-stuffed pillowcase (from last week).
I'm now thinking the pillow might need a bit more filling.
100x in 2021 - #61
365:2021 - #220
One of the features of the Sk8 Park in Grimsby, Ontario is a group of small billboard-style panels specifically intended to host the artistic expressions of those visiting the site. As a result, graffiti is encouraged in places that are acceptable. Furthermore, periodic cleanup of the panels by town staff ensures regular refreshment of the subject matter. This image was taken in mid-February, the dead of Winter, so the snow-covered park was not in regular use and had not been for several months. The last round of painting had been ignored, likely waiting for Spring to get a refresh, with the consequence being the multiple layers of paint had weathered and flaked off leaving colourful abstracts when viewed up close. This section features and area with yellow and green patches. - JW
Date Taken: 2019-02-21
Taken using a hand-held Nikon D7100 fitted with an AF-S DX Nikkor 12-24mm 1:4 lense set to 12mm, Daylight WB, ISO100, Program mode, f/8.0, 1/250 sec. PP in free open Source RAWTherapee from Nikon RAW/NEF source file: set final image width to 9000px, adjust Tone Curve 2 in parametric mode by darkening the ‘Darks’ and ‘Lights’ slightly, enable HDR Tone Mapping and apply a light amount of HDR, enable Shadows/Highlights and recover highlights just enough that the ‘white’ areas of paint show detail/texture, boost contrast and Chromaticity in L-A-B mode, set White Balance to Daylight (5300K), boost Vibrance, sharpen (edges only), save. PP in free Open Source GIMP: increase overall contrast, fine tune overall tonality using the Tone Curves tool, sharpen, save, scale image to 6000px wide, sharpen slightly, save, add fine black-and-white frame, add bar and text on left, save, scale image to 2048px wide for posting online, sharpen slightly, save.
It's that time of year when lists are being written, filled with all those needs and wants... I always struggle with what to put on my list because I truly don't need anything. Wishes though are another story... I wish for good health for all of my family and friends (this is definitely #1 because it's been such a difficult year... too much sadness and loss), I wish for laughter, happiness and love in their lives, for a world where kids can grow up without fear of walking down the street or playing on a playground. All of those are the things that really matter. But for the photographer in me and some big dreaming... a shiny new Nikon 24-70mm f/2.8 lens would be oh so nice. :-)))
What is on your photography wish list... either something that's been missing from your ensemble or that one thing that would make you over-the-hill ecstatic (lenses, bags, filters...a new camera)?
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hey, my brother's words - not mine. how did he know they were tourists? true new yorkers can spot tourists anywhere, and these people were getting off the statue of liberty ferry (clue #1). for the record...as a new jerseyan, i don't have anything against ny tourists lol. shot this from the car btw.
To those friends I never met on the open road.....and to those future friends I will meet.
Date: August 22, 2015
Time: 9:00 p.m.
Those screaming motors, versions of which are used in vacuum cleaners, drills, hair dryers, blenders, and other appliances, power tools, and machinery where speed, controllability, and compactness are desired.
This one was a backup I had on hand to fit a makeup table for a 35mm platter system, a type of continuous-play film transport that also had three of the same kind of motor to drive each deck. (The makeup table is the unit at the lower-right corner of the picture, used for transferring individual reels to a platter deck and vice versa.)
Those who think it Colloseum are wrong. This is Theatre of Marcellus that was erected in ancient Rome in the Campus Martius - traditionally consecrated to stage performances. Space for the theatre was cleared by Julius Cesar, it was completed in 13BC and formally inaugurated by emperor Augustus, who named it after his late nephew Marcus Claudius Marcellus.
Posting this shot is worth the story alone. This was taken in Oneonta Gorge last month during a particularly chilly bout of cold weather which froze many of the area's waterfalls. For those not familiar with this gorge, it is a popular spot during the hot summer months. The gorge itself is an extremely narrow canyon that is only about 1/4 of a mile long but requires wading, sometimes up to one's chest through pools of water to reach. It is quite impossible to hike up this canyon without wading.
During the summer this is great, the canyon is shaded and always about 15 degrees cooler and the cold water is quite refreshing. Crowds of people churn up this canyon on weekends, making photography frustrating but cooling off quite enjoyable.
About once a year we get a cold snap that is cold enough and long enough to turn the many waterfalls of the Columbia River Gorge into winter wonderlands. It is one of my favorite times of year. It is hard to imagine enjoying as much discomfort as this weather brings. Painfully chilled faces and hands, pants and fleeces coated in ice to the point that you crack when you walk. Spray from the waterfalls coating your cameras and freezing solid. Hurried trips back to the car to regain feeling in your extremities before venturing out for "just a few more pictures".
In other words, bliss.
I make a point of getting out here every year. So I have spent a fair amount of time at most of the main waterfalls over the past few winters. But this one had always seemed a little to crazy to attempt. Afterall, it requires wading, and during this time of year, getting wet for that long would result in frostbite at the least and even hypothermia. Probably hypothermia. I will go through a lot in pursuit of amazing scenes like this, but I think I draw the line at hypothermia. Just sounds overrated if you ask me.
The idea of making it up this gorge somehow to see this falls was awfully tempting still. A few of us talked about it and brainstormed ideas. The most popular was to buy an inflatable raft and pump it up and use it to cross the pools. The big problem with this is that there is a giant logjam at the mouth of this gorge that one has to climb over in order to enter the gorge itself. So any raft would have to be inflated on site, and it ruled out bringing in a canoe or kayak.
Then a stroke of inspiration was lent to me on a comment to a photo I posted some time ago, to rent a drysuit. A ha. Even more fortunate, I did not have to rent one, a friend likes to surf and scuba dive and owns a drysuit. Even better, we are almost the same size. So the cold snap hit, I got a day off work, naturally I called him right away and got my hands on a drysuit. All that stood before me then was a giant frozen logjam and a quarter mile of ice cold water.
The fun begins.
My first task was wading across the shallow stream to reach the logjam, which required me donning the drysuit. I had to repeatedly take it on and off as needed because I did not want to trip, or snag it on a log and tear it. But as an additional wrinkle I did not have waterproof boots to put over the feet of the drysuit. Even though the entire suit is waterproof, I did not want to walk across rocks in just the suit and risk damaging the feet. So I pulled on an old pair of my hiking boots to protect the feet. They worked well to that extent but of course got soaked the moment I stepped in the water. Which basically made them like little freezers on my feet.
The suit kept out the water, not the cold.
By the time I got across the first stream, which only took 2-3 minutes, and was never deeper than mid-calf, I could not feel my toes. So I had to sit down, take off the suit, pack it up, and hold my toes until I was certain they were still going to talk to me. Then on to the logjam. Unfortunately I hit another unexpected snag here too. Right before the logjam are two giant boulders that sit right in the middle of the stream. There are two basic choices, you can go left around them, in the tight space between them and the cliff walls. You just wedge yourself in, back to the wall and hands and feet on the nearest boulder and crab walk along, suspended over a deep little pool of water. Or you go right, which requires wading through a fairly deep pool of water and pulling yourself up on a chest-high shelf of rock onto the second boulder. Well a small waterfall had turned the left hand cliff into a sheet of ice, there was no way I would get any traction on it, even with Yaktrax on my feet. The pool on the right was doable with the drysuit, but I did not want to have to climb the jagged shelf of rock in it, again afraid I would puncture or damage the suit. So I had to climb the first boulder and jump the four foot gap down to the second boulder, with all my gear attached. I did not think too much on how I was going to get out on my return trip...
This mini-adventure brought me to the logjam, which really was the easiest part of the whole ordeal. The logs were all dry, and lacked any ice. The water level under them was high, so all I had to do was be careful not to fall. It was a slightly eerie experience to hear all the water gurgling and splashing inches away but not be able to see any of it. I am not used to the water being so high.
And then I realized that I would never have been able to do this with a raft. Normally during the summer, the water level is low enough that the majority of this short hike is dry, with the exception of two or three stomach to chest deep pools which require wading. But the rest can usually be done on the dry edges of the stream bed.
Not so this time of year. The stream came right up to the log jam and I could see no dry patches of note the whole rest of the way. So balancing on a log, I pulled on the drysuit yet again and taking a bit of a deep breath, gently slid myself into the water, which at that point was only about hip deep and began wading.
Pretty quickly the cold suffocated the protestations of my toes.
But by this point pretty much nothing was going to deter me from seeing this falls. I reached the first pool, which is the shallower of the two that has to be crossed, it came up to about my waist. It was again, an eerie experience to feel the extremely cold weight of the water pressing in on my legs, a bit like being squeezed by an extremely cold giant fist.
The second pool was a bit more nerve-wracking. For one, the stream had a good current to it, which I was wading against. The current made the surface choppy enough that I could not see where I was putting my feet, I had to go a step at a time by feel. Plus the pool came up to my chest, so I had to remove my backpack with my tripod attached and balance it all on my head to keep it dry, meaning I had to hold it up there with one hand, giving me just one other for balance. A slow and painstaking little stretch that was. I was very aware of the cantaloupe sized icebergs floating by me in the water.
But then I was through, and that was the hardest part of the whole little trek. I reached this spot and found a small stretch of dry rocks to peel off the drysuit and massage my frozen toes back to some semblance of life. (Note to self, next time take thermal socks, at least two pairs). I saw another very small stretch of dry rocks just barely poking above the surface of the stream just 15 feet upriver. So laying out the drysuit I pulled on my bag, and climbed along the cliff wall to reach that little outcropping of rock, where I was able to balance myself and everything else on a couple of rocks just above the surface of the stream and take this shot. Phew.
Yeah it was crazy I know. But fun too. And that was my adventure up Oneonta Gorge ... almost. The trip back was pretty much a repeat of the trip up, except when I reached the boulders, which I was unable to climb back up, so I had to slip the drysuit back on and navigate the pool I mentioned earlier to the right of the boulders to finally escape the gorge.
I came stumbling back up to the historic highway about three hours after initially left, still dripping water, with my wet boots starting to encase themselves in a shell of ice and probably the craziest grin I have had in a long time.
I am not sure if this means photography is my passion or my madness. I guess there is not always that big a difference between the two.
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