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Pack your kids, grab your moms & dads (no excuses, even sleepy ones) and race to the park! @ 9am sharp, slides will be slid, swings will be swung, and chaos will officially be unleashed. Cookies may mysteriously disappear, giggles will be uncontrollable, and someone’s dad might get stuck in the tunnel again. Be there or regret forever! 🎉
Freddy Kungler
Visit this location at Puffball Park (G Rated) in Second Life
The night three years ago from today, in the Ghouta area of Damascus, was a truly unforgettable one, in which Assad's regime caused the massacre of over 1500 civilians with internationally banned chemical weapons. The young girl pictured here was one of the survivors, yet she, like all the other survivors of the brutal horror, was deeply scarred and shocked as a result of the events. As the photographer, it was the most difficult night of my life; I still remember how my hands were shaking uncontrollably as I was holding my camera.
For more detailed information, the link below leads to a documentary that shows what happened on that night in Ghouta:
ازدحام الموت || Death Congestion
Learn how to kill 1,500 persons in 30 minutes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhhtmyFUArQ
Date : 21\ 8\ 2013
Ghouta, Damascus, Syria.
Albert was a pollen farmer, some unkind bugs used the derogatory term “pollen dealer”, but Albert didn’t see it that way. His fellow flies wondered why he didn’t just stick with the waste disposal industry, like most of his kin, but Albert was different. He harboured thoughts of being rich, and pollen was the new nectar of the masses. Sure, it was considered illegal to possess more than a certain quantity if you were a fly, but he had considered the risk reward ratio carefully. . He often bemoaned the fact that he didn’t have stripes and therefore the legal right to collect as much pollen as he liked. He understood that if he was found by the bees collecting as much as he did, there would be hell, and a few unfriendly wasps or spiders to pay, but the risk was worth it in his eyes. He had a few small time helper flies, but they were no match for the hymenoptera gang or the spider clan. Their loyalty was also suspect as they would sell his soul for a bit of rotten meat, but such was life on the streets. As long as he appeared to keep below his meagre quota everything would be alright, he had convinced himself of that, but it didn’t stop the nightmares. The nightmares where he was being trussed up by Sid the spider or torn to pieces by Hank the wasp or any one of their enforcers stayed with him. Sometimes it was so bad that he would wake up in a cold sweat, buzzing uncontrollably. That was the price of being a fly farmer in a garden run by bigger and badder bugs.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could everbegin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
Canon EOS 6D - f/8 - 1 sec - 100 mm - ISO 200
The "heart shape" (♥) is an ideograph used to express the idea of the "heart" in its metaphorical or symbolic sense as the center of emotion, including affection and love, especially (but not exclusively) romantic love.
The "wounded heart" indicating love sickness came to be depicted as a heart symbol pierced with an arrow (Cupid's), or heart symbol "broken" in two or more pieces.
In classical mythology, Cupid (Latin Cupido, meaning "desire") is the god of desire, erotic love, attraction and affection. He is often portrayed as the son of the love goddess Venus and the war god Mars, and is known in Latin also as Amor ("Love"). His Greek counterpart is Eros.
Eros has as attributes the bow and arrow that represent his source of power: a person, or even a deity, who is shot by Cupid's arrow is filled with uncontrollable desire.
Her name is Maggie and she is a new client to me. This is my first visit. When I first walked in the door, she was barking her head off uncontrollably. And let me tell you she has a huge bark!
I let her out and went in search of the carrots because that is her chosen treat… couldn’t find the carrots for a good 15 minutes. So I had no way to stop the barking. I texted the owner and he proceeded to tell me the carrots are in the garage refrigerator.
Could have used that information 15 minutes ago, but whatever. After pulling out the carrots and using them to gain her trust, this is where we ended up. Food, patience and a soft touch are usually the key with dogs. But thank goodness for treats!!
In Greek mythology the phoenix was a bird that was cyclically reborn, dying in a fiery conflagration and then gaining new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor—an apt metaphor for the Dutch port city of Rotterdam. On 14 May 1940, Rotterdam fell victim to a massive bombing raid carried out by the German Luftwaffe. In addition to the immediate large-scale destruction, the bombardment resulted in uncontrollable fires that raged for days in an inferno that consumed virtually all of the city centre.
In the face of this catastrophe, the decision was made to accept the devastation as an opportunity for urban renewal. The result is a city with a modern architectural aesthetic that is unique in Europe. Avant-garde commercial buildings, revolutionary living spaces, and large-scale public sculptures compete for attention in the progressive post-modern metropolis.
The photograph above was taken looking east across the Nieuwe Maas River and features the elegant Erasmus Bridge. Opened in 1996, the bridge plays a crucial role in connecting central Rotterdam to the southern neighbourhoods of the city—and in opening up the latter for large scale commercial development.
The two buildings to the right of the bridge are respectively the KPN Tower and the De Rotterdam building, each a stunning architectural statement. Rem Koolhaas, the architect of De Rotterdam, once experimented with a career in film and when designing the structure he reasoned that the most frequent view of the three transparent towers would be from the window of a moving car. As one approaches and then passes the building, the towers separate and merge, almost as if they themselves were in motion. Reinforcing this “motion picture” theme, the glass facade provides endless fascination acting as a projection screen that mirrors the constantly changing moods of the weather.
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Some odd photos again!
The job any camera has to do is to leak light in a controlled and filtered way. When the light leaks in uncontrollably, some surprises are likely to occur. It was no different in case of my FED-5C, that supposedly was letting some light through the counter-resetting feeler (thanks, Ian!).
These are the four images I decided to rescue.
One would expect something different maybe, like visible streaks, marks and such, but it's not the case here. Added some issues with scanning, and, well, tonally the result is really odd, but I think it's still likeable.
Draco relaxed.
A little bit too soon, as it were. He thought he had a stable lead, but behind him - as if shot from a cannon - came Galbatorix.
Draco knew that he stood no chance against Galbatorix's shots. Only one thing remained to do.
He steeled himself and, as fast as he could manage, braked and stopped. Before Galbatorix knew what had happened, Draco put the puck in his back, sending him flying uncontrollably from the track.
He sent a silent thanks to Hagrid for teaching him the dogfighting tactics that could be used on the combat races. He glided leisurely over the finishing line, the crowd roared its approval.
Finally, they had enough cash to buy the spare parts they needed for their vessel. Now they could continue the mission and, perhaps, save the Republic.
Sudden disaster, testing the confidence and calm, is destroyed, the impact of uncontrollable anxiety.
突如其來的災難，考驗著信心與冷靜，是毀滅、衝擊、和無法控制的不安。
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Plight of the Pantanal: A Wetland on Fire !
The Pantanal is burning uncontrollably. Animals are dying.
Jaguars are dying.
The Pantanal Survival Fund is putting boots on the ground, employing those left jobless due to COVID and lack of tourism, creating fire breaks, putting out fires, buying protective gear, paying for veterinary attention for rescued wildlife, food baskets and so much more.
Learn more via their Go Fund Me page.
Donate to help those on the ground trying to control the fire.
Help raise awareness of the plight.
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The intense look of a male jaguar on the hunt in the Pantanal wetland, Brazil.
Naun Amable Silva
I think all art is about control - the encounter between control and the uncontrollable.
by Richard Avedon
it is already 2008!!! 12 noon here now in manila and the ball in new york has just dropped (watching it on cable). it is so exciting that with the power of technology you get to see new year fireworks all day all night all over the world!!!
party on my friends, but remember: treat each day as the last - do not afraid to break the rules, but stay within reason, trust more and forgive quickly, love dearly and deeply, dance like you have never done before, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile!
happy new year my friends!!!
Thelma (not her real name) eyed up the passing tourist with a practised eye as she leaned back against the doorframe. It was a look that piqued his interest but a sideways glance down her chest and pot belly, and provocatively posed slim white legs made him grimace slightly. Damn, she had caught his eye. Slut. "Are ye wantin' any business?" she cooed across the road to him. It made him break into an uncontrollable smile, but he kept walking. Far too old for that sort of thing, and she simply wasn't his type. Disgustingly he realised he was slightly flattered.
Fortunately the thought brought him back to reality.
He had seen a sign. " Glen Roy Ice Age Landscape"
"Hmmm" he thought. I'll just take a gander up here and see what's going on. "What could the Glen Roy Ice Age Landscape be", he wondered. Is it some indoor themed display experience? Perhaps a big plastic mammoth and a stuffed woolly rhinocerous with a caveman depicted in a cavelike interior? He was intrigued.
The single track road wound up and up through the trees as the mountain faces opened up around him. Further and further up into the hills as the sparcely spread cottages and ruins thinned out along the track, further away from the Glen Spean Brewery.
Arriving at the viewing point he immediately noticed the 'parallel roads' markings on the hillside on either side of the glen and cut into the mountains up ahead. These lines were the shorelines of ancient icy lakes back in the last Ice Age 20,000 years ago. If you ever see it, it's really quite interesting.
Sometimes I re-name him to Pedro le Torpedo, cause he is uncontrollable. Mostly in the morning when everyone is asleep.
shot with Nikon Df, edited with VSCO + Kodak Ektar 100
A track ganger scoots past Oamaru's loco depot in the early 1980s on his motorised jigger.
The arty slow shutter speed was an uncontrollable feature of Mum's old 35mm camera.
Hello Dan, it's Joe here
I hope you're keeping well
It's the 21st of December
And now they're ringing the last bells
If I get good behaviour
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Pleeeeease ... don't let 'em cry for me
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CLICK ON IT ! , it will explain everything ... and it will do your heart good to see and hear,
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Stockholm Arlanda 1982-04-03
DC-10-30CF c/n 46962
Registrations used by this airframe: N1034F, EC-DEG
Note: This aircraft was written off on September 13, 1982
50 killed, RIP
"Spantax flight 995, a DC-10-30, crashed during a runway excursion after an aborted takeoff from Málaga Airport, Spain, killing 50 occupants; 344 survived the accident.
Flight BX995 departed Madrid-Barajas at 09:36 on a charter flight to Málaga and New York. The DC-10 arrived at Málaga at 10:20 where 251 passengers embarked. The crew then taxied to the threshold of runway 14. Takeoff clearance was received at 11:58. During takeoff the copilot called out the 80 knots and 100 knots speeds. A short time before reaching V1 (162 kts), pieces of tread of a nose wheel tire started to detach. At or close to V1 a vibration was felt. The airplane continued to accelerate through VR. As the captain tried to rotate by applying up elevator, the vibration was of such magnitude that he feared that the plane might become uncontrollable after takeoff. He decided to abort the takeoff. At that point, with a maximum speed attained of 184 kts, there was 1295 m (4,250 feet) of runway left. The captain retarded the throttles and tried to select reverse thrust. The no. 3 throttle slipped from his hands, causing a power asymmetry. The airplane veered slightly to the left. The Dc-10 overshot the runway at a speed of 110 kts, colliding with an ILS building, causing engine number 3 to separate. The airplane went through a fence and crossed a highway were it damaged three vehicles. It then collided with a farming construction, causing three quarters of the right wing to break off, as well as the right horizontal stabilizer. The aircraft stopped 450 m (1,475 feet) past the end of runway 14. A fire erupted in the rear of the fuselage.
PROBABLE CAUSE: "The Commission determines the cause of the accident to be the fractional detachment of the retread of the right wheel of the nose gear, originating a strong vibration which could not be identified by the captain, leading him into the belief that the aircraft would become uncontrollable in flight, and thus deciding to abandon the take-off over VR.
The decision of aborting the take-off, though not in accordance with the standard operation procedure, is in this case considered reasonable, on the base of the irregular circumstances that the crew had to face, the short period of time available to take the decision, the lack of training in case of wheel failure and the absence of take-off procedures when failure other than that of the engines occurs."
A Wicked Turn
Acte 19
One must be Methodical
Dropping her hand, she questioned him…
“What have you forgotten to do, my dear thief?”
He stood still, hoping she would just obligingly tell him what to do next.
She happily did so...
“My closet! Gaston your always forgetting any good burglar worth his salt checks a damsel’s closet for brooches and such left on by ladies far too lazy to remove them from one's party frocks. I swear Gaston You would make a horrible burglar in real life. You would positively starve if it were not for being directed by someone like me!”
She chortled at her wit.
He just smiled, thanking her inwardly for being ever so much a big help to her poor Darling ‘Gaston’!
He turned to his right and headed straight to the closet, curious as to what he was expected to find inside?
Opening the door, a long floor length mirror was revealed, allowing one to see into the interior of the bedroom behind him.
Including the reflection of his most helpful victim as she stood there in all her jewelled and tight-fitting emerald satin attired glory!
She keenly watching his progress with an eager interest, as he stole a look at her reflection, muttering happily to himself…
“Best get this over with quickly, then attend to the lady and her finery!”
He turned to look back inside, and was met with a designer like an assortment of colourful dresses, gowns, and other fancy attire!
A quite nice, if not downright beguiling, display of soft velvets, slinky silks, sleek satins, frilled lace, and shiny leather.
He quickly began his task at hand, letting his thinly gloved fingers feel through the wonderfully sleek fabrics for anything hard and metallic.
On one velvet number he felt something like a necklace around its top, he pulled it out, but disappointedly it was a rhinestone collared frock.
He tossed it onto the bed and resumed his search as she could be heard softly giggling behind him...
“Nope, nothing on that one, but don’t quit just yet!
He stole a glance at her from the mirror, then he turned back into working the closet.
The glance revealed that his ‘mentor’ was watching him eagerly, her whole being quivering in anticipation head down to spiky heeled foot!
He fingered a satiny white ruffled blouse, he decided he had better keep tabs on this one, still not sure what exactly her game was all on about?
He muttered to himself…
“They were her jewels after all, weren’t they? Indeed, rather valuable for mere playthings!”
There had to be something inside here!
He thought as he let drop the satin blouse and plunged his gloved hands inside again and felt around.
This time he was rewarded by feeling a slight prick of something solid and sharp.
He pulled out a luxuriously long black satin number and saw it had two ruby clips attached to its bodice.
He held it up to the mirror so she could see.
she clapped gleefully, watching him pull free the ruby clips from the evening gown and casually flipped them into his bag on the floor.
“Well done Gaston!”
He looked up at her, as the slinky black gown was indifferently added to the growing pile on her bed.
He could see by her reflection that she was excitedly eating it up.
Then she suddenly resumed back into her character of being the hapless victim.
And began to miserably plead…
“Please mister burglar don't take everything of mine! I am sure there is nothing more inside!”
He smiled, wondering how she would react when she eventually found out that indeed, she was a hapless victim of her game!?
Turning his attention once again to her closet he moved aside the hangers, revealing a set of shelves set in the back that contained a nice selection of sensible shoes, wedged pumps, glossy spiked heels and designer style purses.
One purse caught his ever-appraising eyes, a small gold clutch with what looked like (and probably was) a diamonded clasp!
He pulled it out and tossed the expensive bugger into the bag.
“Oui , Good eye Gaston! It's almost like you were a real thief.”
She gurgled this, shivering in delight, as her earrings and necklace flickered along with her figure, like uncontrollable wildfires.
He watched the enticing show from her reflection in the handy door length mirror.
Then he turned back to the closet.
For, as he was moving the dresses over to look into the shelves, his eye had caught sight of a black leather jacket with a belt studded by what must have been a thousand rhinestones.
He now pulled it out and searched its pockets, mainly to tease her a bit further, for he imagined that “Gaston” would do such a thing!
So, he was utterly surprised when his gloved fingertips felt something cold and a bit weighty in a side pocket!
He slipped it out and found he was holding a solid gold cigarette case, which he added to the ever-growing collection in his bag!
His “Mentor” trilled as he did so, exclaiming with happy surprise...
“I had wondered where that had gotten off to luv! The matching lighter should be there too!”
He reached back in, and there it was, as well as a small ivory and ebony gold ringed cigarette holder.
Both of which quickly joined their companion in the now bulging bag.
He then pulled off the shimmery belt.
Even with rhinestones, it was worth a pretty penny he reasoned.
As started to pitch it into the case, he heard the Lady helpfully exclaim in the background, a good idea she said excitedly.
“Save that for when you tie me up to take my jewels!”
Shaking his head, why not? he tossed the belt to the helpful lass’s feet…
Thinking he was quite finished with the closet as he held the leather jacket, he for no rhyme or reason, took the time to hang it back up rather than adding it to the pile on the bed.
But It was as he did so that something, a most decidedly not rhinestone something, flashed in the dim lights in the gap that had been made where the leather jacket had hung!
He eagerly reached in and pulled out a lovely long brown, silky soft, liquidly appearing gown.
Holding it up triumphantly, he looked down at the dazzling sparkles of a magnificent gem-encrusted brooch that was suspended from the gown’s wide centre waistline.
“Good show Gaston!”
She exclaimed in the background.
His eyes left the brooch and looked into the mirror at her.
She was clapping, rings and bracelets, earrings and Coronet, the whole lot, erupting into a million pinpricks of fire as she did so!
He felt his manhood rising precariously as he looked her over, feeling the effect, even from this distance, her primitively carnal arousal!
She eagerly continued, spilling her emotions into her words!
“Mon Mari, I was going to tease you later if you were to ‘ave missed that one, and I was sure you were going to!”
“Tsk!” he said to himself. wonder what the teasing part would have entailed!
At the same time his mind was picturing this, he automatically, without taking his eyes off the mirror, pulled off the brooch and nonchalantly pocketing the breathtakingly pretty jewel before throwing the scintillatingly downy soft feeling soft gown onto the shiny pile already laying strewn about the bed.
It flashed through his mind that the fancy dresses strewn about could have been the striplings from that many jewel encrusted maidens, like this one, and what a delightful haul that would have been to carry out!
Savouring those thoughts, he turned once again to focus his attention, on the rather all too helpful Miss, his eyes traveling unabashedly up and down her figure.
Time was a-wasting!
“I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were”
It’s funny, when I first read that quote my mind was drawn to someone. It usually is no matter who you are. But what happens if the person you’re talking about in this, isn’t the ex, or the one who hurt you, or another person. What happens if the one you’re saying “I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were” was yourself.
Shelby Tanner, is one heck of an amazing photographer and person (who I will tag) she told me a story at the beginning of this project about a boy. She fell in love with him and he didn’t have the same beliefs as her. That can be one of the most dangerous mixes ever. Those feelings, whether they’re ‘love’ or not, lead you into this uncontrollable but blissful place. But when you’re in that state with someone who doesn’t respect your beliefs or you, you end up falling into patterns that aren’t you. Aren’t who you want to be.
Most people go into a relationship one way and come out another and usually that’s a good thing. It’s a part of growing but what happens when it’s a toxic change? I’ve watched people come out of a relationship as a completely different person and I’ve watched them do some stupid things because of it.
I don’t think you can ever really know who you are because you’re always changing. But you can always know who you want to be. However, I’ve watched one too many people lose that because of a relationship. I’ve seen one too many people conform to something they’re not to make someone else happy.
That best friend I always talk about said an another amazing thing, “I don’t think you’re ready to be happy with someone until you’re happy with yourself.”
I used to be anti-relationships. I thought they were lame and a waste of time. But you know, sometimes it’s nice to get that feel good, jittery, I can’t stop smiling feeling. There’s a balance though because trust me, you do not want to be standing there saying “I don’t miss you, I miss the person I thought your were.” to your reflection in the mirror.
God has a plan for you and he has someone who’s going to love you for you. Not for the things he expects you to be. Not for those things he wishes he could change. Because let’s be honest, almost all of us once in our life have wanted to change something about someone we were involved with. You can’t do it, or at least you can’t do it and call it love. Look at how God loves us, even though we’re as messed up as we all are he finds us so amazing and beautiful and incredible. I think that’s what makes love so amazing because someone can know everything about you and still think you’re just the most beautiful person in the world.
That sounds great doesn’t it? But there’s a catch. I think we all need to stop being so oblivious to the danger of those good feelings. We all complain so much about heart break but heart break is so small compared to the things of God and what he has planned. Are you really willing to give your future, your eternity, your faith, those miracles, that joy and peace away for someone who won’t take the time to try to understand you?
I will tell every person until the day I die this “you should never settle. You deserve the best.” In the bible god creates this amazing, breath taking garden for Adam and Eve. He wants us to be blessed and he wants us to enjoy his glory. He wants us to have the best so why are you settling for someone who reminds you every day of those things that you wish you could be but that you’ll never be?
Why do you keep telling yourself things will change when you know that something is changing but it’s not those things…it’s you?
'No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.' Matthew 6:24
If we changed money into the name of that person you’re involved with would you understand how that relationship is affecting you? Would you be able to see how it has gotten to the point where you are ‘serving’ them and trying to keep them happy no matter how you feel.
God knows you and accepts you. He loves you unconditionally, in a way that that other person never can. So why are you telling yourself you’re not good enough or that you need to be better when the only perfect person tells you you’re beautiful and that they love you?
Don’t settle. Don’t give up on what you want. Don’t surrender your life to a man or woman. Don’t lose yourself in the process because love isn’t about hiding and transforming. It’s about finding and accepting.
So tell me, if you were to really think about it, next time you say “I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were” are you talking to someone you once loved or are you talking to yourself?
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Berserkers (or berserks) were Norsewarriors who are primarily reported in the Old Norse literature to have fought in a nearly uncontrollable, trance-like fury, a characteristic which later gave rise to the English word berserk. Berserkers are attested to in numerous Old Norse sources.
The Úlfhéðnar (singular Úlfheðinn), another term associated with berserkers, mentioned in the Vatnsdæla saga, Haraldskvæði and the Völsunga saga, were said to wear the pelt of a wolf when they entered battle.Úlfhéðnar are sometimes described asOdin's special warriors: "[Odin's] men went without their mailcoats and were mad as hounds or wolves, bit their shields...they slew men, but neither fire nor iron had effect upon them. This is called 'going berserk'." In addition, the helm-plate press from Torslunda depicts (below) a scene of Odin with a berserker—"a wolf skinned warrior with the apparently one-eyed dancer in the bird-horned helm, which is generally interpreted as showing a scene indicative of a relationship between berserkgang... and the god Odin"—with a wolf pelt and a spear as distinguishing features.
The concept of this Berserkr is written on my school diary and this is just an attempt to use the new technique of the arrows (you could use they, are just toothpick)
The Untouchable Sun
burning high above
In the Periwinkle time
he dreams of things forbidden
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Periwinkles in my garden. I love the flowers even if the plant is an uncontrollable monster.
We're fostering this little monster over the weekend for the SPCA (where girlfriend works). WE'RE NOT KEEPING HER. Two cats are enough.
She's fits in your hand and has a big noggin that she can't control. After she eats she spends about 5 minutes licking her face and I try my best to catch it. I convinced her giant head is impossible to catch in focus. Especially since halfway through eating she begins to shake uncontrollably. It's pretty adorable.
Why? That one word has been drilling through my mind these past few days. Everything reminds me of you. Reminds me of how much I miss you. Reminds me of how much part of me wants you back into my life. Why? You won’t leave my mind. You’re like a child that has separation issues; you’re glued to me. And I’m finding it hard for myself just to say “no, you need to let go.” Why? Why is this happening now? Why can’t I stop? It’s like I’m addicted..addicted to the thought of the past. And so, I will uncontrollably get lost in the thought of you.
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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince 24
Chapter 24 : Sectumsempra
Blood spurted from Malfoy's face and chest as though he has been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backwards and collapsed on to the waterlogged floor with a great splash, his wand falling from his limp right hand.
'No -' gasped Harry.
Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged towards Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.
'No - I didn't -'
Harry did not know what he was saying ; he fell to his knees beside Malfoy, who was shaking uncontrollably in a pool of his own blood. Moaning Myrtle let out a deafening scream.
'MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!
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In which Harry sees Malfoy with Moaning Myrtle on the Maurader's map, resulting in Harry trying to sneak up on them and Malfoy jinxing Harry. Harry uses the spell 'Septumsempta' from the Half-Blood Prince's book without knowing how it works and rips Malfoy apart. Snape saves Malfoy and gives Harry detention - causing him to miss the Gryffindor Quiddich match. Gryffindor wins and at the celebration party, Harry kisses Ginny.
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Okay, so not as gory as the movie but I'm not great with blood - fake or not. I accidentally made a hexagon instead of an octagon...I am also not good with shapes. Its a pretty simple creation in general really, glad I was able to finally make use of those new windows we received in lug bulk!
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If you haven’t had a look already, please visit the previous builders pages. Their interpretations of the series are truly magical, you can see the full series in our Flickr group here.
Music and photography, photography and music these are very important things in my life. I often say that I can express myself by the sounds and images; it means that I ‘see, hear and feel by music and photos’.
Music and photography these are the greatest tools to verbalize myself I have ever had.
My headphones broke some time ago. My brother gave me the new one on my birthday. Now, I feel forceful and soulful. Music is inside me!
Thank U b. B. That's for U. Now everything will be ok with your uncontrollable sis, I promise =]
I'm leaving bitterness behind
this time I'm cleaning up my mind
there is no space for the regrets
I will remember to forget
I'm leaving anger in the past
with all the shadows that it caused
there is radar in my heart
I should have trusted from the start
peace will come to me
just wait and see
peace will come to me
it's inevitability
Der Palmenkletterer hat die wichtige Aufgabe, reife Kokosnüsse von der Palme abzuschlagen...und das so rechtzeitig, dass sie nicht unkontrolliert herunter fallen und jemanden verletzen können.
The palm climber has the important task of cutting off mature coconuts from the palm ... and so in time that they can not fall down uncontrollably and injure someone.
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HAPPY CINCO DE MAYO!!!!
Shrewsbury, the county town of Shropshire, is a historic market town with a medieval street plan, largely unaltered, due to the fact that it is restricted on 3 sides by the large loop of the River Severn. The longest river in the UK at 337km / 210 miles, the River Severn, starts its journey high up on the Welsh Mountain Plynlimon and flows down to the town, forming a meander around its centre, before continuing its journey onwards and down to the Bristol Channel. This walk, along the River Severn, forms part of the much longer and challenging Severn Way Walk.
As an uncontrollable force of nature - the river particularly here in Shrewsbury, has the propensity to flood, with the most recent serious flooding occurring in 2000, causing major social and economic hardship to the town and its inhabitants. Since then, flood alleviation schemes have been installed which have been successful in reducing, but not completely preventing flooding - so for this reason it vital that this geocache is NOT attempted when flood warning alerts are announced for the town or when the river is running at higher than normal levels.
There are 8 bridges within the loop of the Severn, allowing vehicular & pedestrian access into and out of the town. This multi-cache involves collecting answers to 8 questions at each of these bridges, which will then give you the co-ordinates to the final cache hidden at an interesting part of the river, a short distance further downstream. The cache container is a small lock & lock tub with enough room for small TB & geocoins. It contains certificates for the first 3 finders. Please find the final cache from above rather than below i.e.: from the road rather than the path close to the water.
The final cache site is frequently visited by muggles – hence the high difficulty rating - so please be careful when finding & replacing the cache.
This cache will involve a couple of hours walk along the river Severn in Shrewsbury. I have planned the route & questions to avoid climbing any steps up to the bridges or crossing any roads - making it ideal for cycles, pushchairs and wheelchair users. To ensure a flat route has meant however, that a short walk (200 yards) along a pavement next to a busy road is necessary at one stage.
www.geocaching.com/seek/cache_details.aspx?guid=396820cc-...
6.5 years old.
January 13 2020 aged 6 years and 10 months, sadly put to sleep after his epileptic fits became uncontrollable.
Run and join your friends over the rainbow bridge woofitator. xx
First, I wanted to give the title "the grace of the grass" to this pic, but it wasn't the idea I wanted to express.
Every blade of grass is unique, but forms a whole, which is subjected to the wind.
It bends, but it never breaks.
We all are blades of grass, and we are beautiful and powerful, even if we bends in front of uncontrollable things.
you make time to see your friends who live far away.
listen to good music in concerts.
laugh uncontrollably.
listen to each other.
go outside.
drink tea.
stand infront of a blue wall.
know you're not alone with your issues.
n.*Placidness:
a feeling of calmness; a quiet and undisturbed feeling.
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One of the 417 lakes of Mastigouche Wildlife Reserve, Québec, Canada.
PixQuote:
I think all art is about control - the encounter between control and the uncontrollable.
-Richard Avedon
The Crossing
Big Country
Stand on the silence of mountains and
Wear out your welcome again
Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light
Piercing the senses that click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Build up great railways that run
Through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls
Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools
Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Had been watching Weatherzone for about 4 days, and the promise of fog at Campbelltown at 6am was consistent over that time. Off I went on my lonesome to shoot an old shed that I have had my eye on for sometime now. As you can see from the image above, that worked out well!!!! No Fog, the shed still looked good (I'll be back), so I strolled down the nearby firetrail to Freres crossing instead. Myself and a mate had been here a few years back, so it seemed like a good opportunity to go shoot it again. This is a 4 shot pano, stitched and edited in PS CS5. Hope you like "The Crossing". Cheers, Mike
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I want to give you all of me, the underneath,
want you to show me imperfection is actually love
I thought, cursed, I was cursed, destined to be lonely
a circle in a world of squares where nobody knows me
So with every footstep I must follow the kissing moments
I thought were impossible
Breathe gentle, be gentle
don’t leave me behind
cause love goes faster
gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle
See, photographs have only two dimensions
but love defies all logic in a picture
above all that is physical, I’m falling
Falling uncontrollably, it terrifies me, so
So if my compass, it fails me
and I feel I’m walking blind
don’t say goodbye don’t let me hide
oh please don’t let me spiral
tortured by you, oh, sweet torture!
I am a pirate, love my fortune
the walls have fallen now
the key is yours to turn, I’m breathing
Breathe gentle, be gentle
don’t leave me behind
cause love goes faster
gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle
Every time I run somehow love is faster
Without you loneliness is everlasting
I still feel you but I hear you loudly
Screaming: “please wait for me”
Cause I don’t want to hurt you
And I don’t want to loose this love this time.
Se cerco lo vedo, l'amore va veloce e tu stai indietro
Se cerchi mi vedi Il bene più segreto
sfugge all'uomo che non guarda avanti mai!
models: me and Alexiaa Allen
pose: ! MEYA ! ~ Be Mine Group Freebie
Leo's in July
are fire signs
burning hot.
They have the
hearts of dragon's
Ears that capture
everything and
smoldering heat that
can die out or burn to hot
as the nights wear on.
The Leo emerges like the phoenix
from its own ash's and fire's back with
all the passion of the past and future alike.
Tame not the lion with the
dragon heart but tend to it,
least it rage uncontrollably.
Excerpt from hiticeland.com:
The huge statue of Bárður Snæfellsás that is so noticeable when you drive into the small village or hamlet Arnarstapi was made by Ragnar Kjartansson one of Iceland most renowned sculptures. The statue is his interpretation of the giant character that dominates the area around Snæfellsjökull glacier.
Bárður is an extraordinary being from the time of settlement in Iceland. His story was written in Medieval times in the fifteenth century and is part of the Icelandic Sagas. His mother was one of the tallest and most beautiful women in her days, but his father Dumbur was a half-giant or a half-troll. Bárður was also considered extremely handsome with a large presence. In his youth, he was fostered by Dofri, the mountain-dweller, of Dovrefjell in Norway and received an excellent education and training. Bárður married Dorfi's daughter Flaumgerður and had three tall and beautiful daughters by her. Like he, she also had a human mother. After she had passed away he married Herþrúður his second wife who was human; he had six more daughters by her.
Along with his wife and daughters and some friends, Bárður emigrated to Iceland and settled at Djúpalón on the south coast of the Snæfellsnes Peninsula. Bárður's half brother Þorkell also emigrated with his family and settled at Arnarstapi. They were fleeing the tyranny of Harald, the king of Norway. His brother Þorkell had two sons, Sölvi, and Rauðfeldur.
Following an altercation after a rather dangerous prank played on Bárður's daughters by the half-brother's sons, Bárður was provoked to a point of uncontrollable anger. An event that made him extremely depressed and totally loose his mind in the end. Finally, he gave away all his land and all his earthly belongings and vanished into the Snæfellsnes Glacier. In the glacier, rumor has it, that he built an ice cave more in line with his troll or giant side. There, he became known as the Guardian Spirit of Snæfell as the locals worshiped him and looked at him as their savior. For centuries, they would call upon him in times of hardship and trouble. Bárður wandered the region wrapped in a gray cowl held together by a walrus-hide rope. In his hand was a cleft staff with a long and thick gaff for mounting the glacier.
Bárður's cave is still in situ, and his story is a timeless, fantastic read. It is, of course, a true story written about events that occurred in Iceland more than eleven hundred years ago, written about six hundred yers ago. Many names of many places in the area around Snæfellsjökull glacier are related to Bárður Snæfellsás and his story.
Today's story and sketch "by me" I have traveled through the space time dimension stargate located in the back of the man cave to meet Doc Wannahang you see about to inform his patient Targas the spirit oak, the diagnosis of his condition. Targas was actually a really nice human pest exterminator Zooelda called to remove a family of gypsy goat herders that had taken up residence in the parking lot of her Dimension Two Moon Pie Shop, located on route 66 in Broken Drum Indiana. Targas was such a nice man with a great moustache, Zooelda married him. That romance only lasted 3 days, so rather than a messy divorce she used a gypsy voodoo dimension curse created the Dimension we are in today, Z-1911-3 and sent Targas into it as a spirit oak, every thing was fine this last 107 years, until a few weeks ago a family of Ramorians Miscalculated their dimension destination and spent their vacation camping next to Targas, not realizing their saucer landing gear had picked up a phytopalot fungus on the Phytopalot moon. The young voodoo doctor Wannahang has informed Targas he is suffering from a non lethal Sudden Sad Oak Fungus, and that he will be sneezing uncontrollably for the next six months, until next time taa ta the Rod Blog.
Alias: Frost Queen
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Villain
Backstory: Born with a terminal illness, she went through many hardships in her childhood. The other children in school were quite cruel to her, as they were probably insecure themselves. This led to her essentially shutting down. All sense of empathy, along with what's right, and wrong, was gone. She went through each day, just trying to make it one more day. New experimental treatments for her conditions were being tested, and she agreed, hoping it would alleviate the pain. Sure enough, it did. The length of time this "cure" would last would get shorter, and shorter, with each time the procedure is done. The time would come when it was essentially useless, and the fury that would build up inside her was uncontrollable. She ended up creating an icicle, which would impale the doctor that tried to reassure her. The turn to crime was not very surprising, with her new found abilities there to assist her. Currently, she's living on the outskirts of Cardinal City, in a castle made from ice. It's guarded by three frost giants, which will kill anyone who dares trespass. Will she find a cure, or will she die? Time will only tell.
Status: Still looking for a cure. May go to Doctor Frostbyte for help? Hmm.
The KF-38-2 robotic unit was meant to work as a maintenance robot in one of Octan Corporation factory. But a malfunction in his IA program turned it into a violent and uncontrollable unit. Before the security could disable it, it destroyed half of the factory it was assigned to.
Instead of recycling it, an Octan officer registered it on the Mech Wrestling Federation, where it became one of the most feared combatants. Despite its small size, it's powerful legs allows it to move fast and jump high, accessing its opponent electronics and weak points and tearing them apart.
My entry for the Mech Wrestling category for Andromeda's Gates Space Olympic Games
Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
The Magi by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Blue Viewed Big On Black - Big Blue Building in Auckland [?]
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Taken on 9 June 2015 and uploaded 14 November 2024.
I have come to detest beer in my dotage: more for its after effects than its value as a drink, although I am now unable to believe that anyone actually gets pleasure from drinking it. It had some value in older times when clean water to drink was hard to find. It's not needed now.
Litter and drunkenness are its by products; the effect of drinking 8 pints or so (it's manly) entitle the discerning boozer to behave unacceptably badly and for it to be OK and to drop litter uncontrollably. Smashing beer bottles is also manly. Belching, farting and vomiting, et cetera. Fighting. Noisy incoherence.
Watney's Red Barrel !!!
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This is the first time ever I built something like that…. a zombie apocalypse Scenario, but let my explain why.
Some weeks ago I bought the PS4 game "Days Gone" which is a open world action game which is set in a post-apocalyptic Oregon two years after a global pandemic, Days Gone follows the story of Deacon St. John, a former member of a biker gang. After discovering that there is a chance his wife Sarah is still alive, Deacon embarks on a quest to reunite with her.
Played from a third-person perspective, Days Gone is set in an open world environment which the player can explore, which includes many real life-inspired locations in Oregon including Marion Forks, Belknap Crater, and Crater Lake. Hostile encounters come from both human enemies and infected beings called the Freakers. Deacon can engage in different types of combat, including stealth and usage of firearms. A major game mechanic is Deacon's drifter bike, which is used as the player's primary mode of transportation as well as mobile inventory.
A global pandemic occurred which decimated the globe, turning millions of humans into feral cannibalistic creatures, called Freakers. The remnants of humanity have abandoned towns to seek refuge in the wilderness creating safe zones.
When a virus causes a large portion of humanity to become uncontrollably violent, Deacon, his wife Sarah, and his friend Boozer attempt to flee for safety. However, Sarah is stabbed and critically wounded, forcing Deacon to evacuate her on a National Emergency Restoration Organization (NERO) helicopter. However, since the helicopter does not have enough room carry all three of them, Deacon decides to stay behind with Boozer while promising Sarah he will reunite with her later.
Deacon St. John, a member of Mongrel MC, is among the survivors of the epidemic. Deacon drifts through the wasteland of the Pacific Northwest, never staying in one place for too long. Deacon often takes work as a Bounty Hunter/Mercenary, offering his services in exchange for supplies. However, Deacon learns that there is a price on his head adding to his list of enemies. Deacon and his friend Boozer plan to head north to evade some of the people who wish them dead, but their plans are put on hold when Boozer is injured and Deacon's bike is destroyed…
source: daysgone.fandom.com/wiki/Days...
This small scene I've build in the last days Shows you the impact of the global pandemic. In the middle of the creation is Deacon, who killed 2 freakers a few moments go. On the left side is his motorbike and on the right is a destroyed police car. It is not safe here. Can he survive in that post apocalypse world of canniblistic creatures?
I hope you like my new creation and of course I would be pleased to get Feedback.
Greetings Kevin
Stay healthy!
The motorcycle design was inspired by @Sanellukovic
Here is a link to the Video of this MOC on my YouTube channel:
Explored for July 2, 2011. Thank you!
Managed to get up for dawn at Bryce Canyon National Park. It was about at this point, shivering uncontrollably in 33 degree pre-dawn darkness, that I realized I should have brought a coat on this trip. But it was worth it to get shots like this. The rock in Bryce Canyon truly has a magical orange-pink glow about it, I've never seen anything like it anywhere else.
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Excerpt from www.citywindsor.ca/residents/Culture/Windsor-Sculpture-Pa...:
Vision Corridor
Toni Putnam
Trees, 1998
Copper, 320 x 90 x 54 centimetres, or smaller, each
"Creation is mysterious," says Toni Putnam. "I thoroughly enjoy the interaction between what I think is going to happen and what actually happens."
In her work, Putnam is intensely interested in the tactile elements of sculpture, the true "feeling" of a piece that can only be achieved through touch. Each one of these trees has been carefully cultivated. Using welding techniques which are uniquely her own, Putnam focuses intense heat as a force of uncontrollable change. In this heat, each tree "grows" in its own way. Shades of red, green and brown are contained in each piece of metal.
Trees is a hands-on sculpture. The viewer is invited to reach out and feel the unique textures and surface of each work.