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Another Christmas has come and gone. Frankly, I am happy this year is coming to a close. I have had better years....
Lost my Mother in January, Lost my Sister in October.....
Not to mention the on going pandemic. On a brighter note I believe the US will be better off without our current President. He really didn't bring anything to my table......But is embrace for Hate is unforgivable!
Life is to short to dwell on the past. I hold my head High and continue to Smile. You will never meet a more positive Person.
Love You All!!
I listen to "九份的咖啡店" from time to time. I loop the song endlessly.
And I begin to recall my adventure in this place.
This is my 3rd visit to 九份. Even it is unforgivably touristic, I am still touched by something, whenever the car is driving towards the mountain top.
Despite the brief and unforgivably grainy nature of this little video I'm sure that certain people will recognise this rather distinctive of boxes, as it flashes across the screen, and hence be able to surmise with accuracy it's contents. (though only guess at the colour there-of)
However for those who don't find the box familiar, or were distracted by my outfit and have a need to know, the identity of it's contents is revealed further along in my photo-stream.
©️ July 2019
Sometimes, I get lost in the crowd of #reality. And so it is bound to happen that I find myself in a busy place. A spot so full of motion that I lose track quicker than I can think.
A tangle of branches to the left. Some to the right and even more of them striking out in infinite new directions. Indignantly, I stand rooted to the ground. Being aware that there is no place to go back. Past has found its own end long before I realized.
The assumption that something will help me find my way, makes me try to find a successful outcome. I need this promising speculation. Deep #confidence. The belief that there are true colors only waiting for me to reveal them. The belief that succumbing the fear of the next step might be the cause of separation from myself. An unforgivable betrayal.
I strike out on my own – finding answers to reach a decision.
Aquel sábado estábamos pasando una mañana de trenes en el entorno de Calzada de Bureba cuando se presentó este Talgo a Madrid con una inesperada rama de 9 remolques. Este tren circulaba normalmente con una rama de 6 coches salvo los miércoles, cuando por una cuestión de rotación de material partía de Bilbao con la más vistosa rama de 9 coches. La impresión fue tan grande que cambiamos nuestro planes y recorrimos más de 100 kilómetros para hacerle una fotografía en pleno Ferrocarril Directo Madrid-Burgos. La elección entonces estaba bien clara: Fontioso era mi estación favorita porque años atrás aquí se cruzaba el Talgo III con el Estrella Media Luna. También me encantaba por su imponente estación abandonaba en medio de ninguna parte, muy alejada de cualquier núcleo de población. Y qué decir de ese emblemático y venerable árbol, fondo inevitable en tantas fotos mías y de mis compañeros de aventuras...En fin, que me estoy poniendo muy nostágico y, por mucho que nos duela, estas cosas ya no vamos a tener oportunidad de volver a verlas nunca más. Qué imperdonable error que esta foto haya estado perdida en mi archivo durante casi una década! Pero una vez subsanado el desliz, espero que la disfrutéis!
That Saturday morning we were passing a morning of trains in the vicinity of Calzada de Bureba when this Talgo to Madrid appeared with an unexpected branch of 9 cars. This train usually circulated with a branch of 6 cars except Wednesday, when as a matter of equipment rotatiing departed from Bilbao with the showiest branch of 9 cars. The shock was so great that we changed our plans and drove more than 60 miles to make a photograph in the "Ferrocarril Directo Madrid-Burgos". The choice was then clear: Fontioso was my favorite station because years ago here Talgo III intersected with the train Estrella Media Luna. I also loved it for its impressive building left in the middle of nowhere, far from any population center. And what of this iconic and venerable tree, unavoidable background in many pictures of me and my fellow adventurers ... Anyway, I'm getting very nostágico and as much as it pains us, we will neve never see these things again. What unforgivable mistake that this photo has been lost in my file for nearly a decade! But once I corrected the slip, I hope you enjoy it!
► █░▓ COMING HOME in my memories of childhood is still being connected with the railway crossing a bridge over big river and entering the home city after long time spent far away. The first sight of the glistering metropolis could be caught from the railway bridge and made my child's heart beat hard in awe and excitement after serene village months.
Decades of bus, car and airplane travel have pushed back these memories, until very recently. I relived it at this railway bridge coming back from Belgium. It my early years it used to be Sava, now it is Hollands Diep.
Filmed here is the Moerdijk bridge above Hollands Diep against the sky of sun setting. This water is the beginning of what has been the widest river in Holland for exactly 601 year now, an estuary of the Rhine and Meuse rivers. It has an extremely interesting origin and a dramatic history. It used to be land until the huge flood of 1216, which breached the dunes and created a deep saltwater inlet. This was a time when every couple of years a flood would come and kill tens of thousands of people. The XIII and XVI century (1530 was exceptionally vicious, but also 1099, 1362 and 1717) were absolutely the worst in the history of the Low Lands. On November 19th, 1404 floods have made a big mess of the area. Exactly 17 year later on the same day St. Elizabeth struck again. This time flood had connected the existing sea inlet to the Merwede river (the biggest branch of Rhine) and thus became an important estuary of the Rhine and Meuse rivers. From that moment on, the freshwater part of the estuary (east of the Hellegatsplein, between Willemstad en Numansdorp) was renamed 'Hollandsch Diep'.
These were not just inundations, these were catastrophic events of an unforgivable magnitude, some of the worst in history, which washed away existing land, settlements and even rivers, changed the geography and geopolitics and remained sometimes for decades or even for centuries. Hollands Diep is such a lasting one. It used to be land until 1216, then a sea inlet for two centuries, and then a river. The last time it saw a disastrous flood that took thousands of lives was in 1953. St. Elizabeth's flood that literally made this river in 1421 was the 7th worst in the long drenched history of the Lage Landen and ranks 20th on the list of deadliest floods in history.
Hollands Diep at this place is twice as wide as Danube at Belgrade. The latter in turn is wilder: it has much higher energy due to a stronger current flow.
the neglect of our federal government is disgraceful, deplorable, despicable, contemptible, dishonorable, discreditable, reprehensible, low, unworthy, ignoble, shabby; shocking, scandalous, outrageous, abominable, atrocious, appalling, vile, odious, heinous, egregious, loathsome, bad; inexcusable, unforgivable; informal lowdown, hateful.
Aunque el resultado final de la foto quedó deslucido por la presencia de una inoportuna nube, no me resisto a subir esta imagen a mi Flickr porque después de muchos meses circulando por la zona, esta es la primera vez que consigo fotografiarlo. Y con una buena pitada del simpático maquinista. Y con un sonido espectacular del motor y del freno dinámico. Y con un aspecto general del tren que solo puedo calificar de excelente. Y en un lugar tan especial como la colina de Santa María del Invierno. Está claro: disfruté como un niño haciendo esta foto así que sería imperdonable no incluirla en mi Flickr.
Although the final result of the picture was marred by the presence of an unwelcome cloud, I can not resist this to upload this image in my Flickr because after many months circulating in the area, this is the first time I get to photograph . And with a good puff of the sympathetic engineer. And with a great sound of the motor and dynamic brake. And with a general appearance of the train that can only be described as excellent. And in such a special place like the Santa María del Invierno hill . It is clear : I enjoyed as a child doing this photo so it would be unforgivable not to include it in my Flickr.
yeah, it's trite and probably the most photographed rose window in the world but the colors are still magnetic for me. I didn't even set the resolution to high nor did I even try to present anything new to the countless images EXACTLY just like this but for me, this religious art is still unforgivably stunning.
from www.elore.com/Gothic/Features/Paris/north_rose.htm:
The magnificent roses of the transepts at Notre Dame date to 1250-60. Unlike most of the glass in Paris, and much of France, these two contain nearly all of their original elements. The ravages of time and war destroyed a majority of the great glass works of the Middle Ages, though human arrogance also took its toll. By the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, the distaste for Medieval styles was prevalent across Europe. In efforts to modernize the churches and cathedrals, windows were callously smashed out and replaced with a lightly tinted glass called grisaille. In the nineteenth century some of these works were restored. Sadly, there no longer existed an extant tradition which supported the same degree of craft evident in such masterpieces as the roses of Notre Dame de Paris and Chartres.
the Notre Dame, Paris, France
telling the tale of two Notre Dame cathedrals is in colloidfarl.blogspot.com/
From the signboard:
"This is North Korean Labor Party Cheorwon Office Building used to strengthen communist politics and control people before the Korean War. For 5 years, North Korea ruled this area committing numerous brutal acts such as torturing and killing people.
The building was so notorious that people used to say 'anyone who goes in there never comes out intact.'
At the back of this building, bullet shells and iron wires are found that wre used for unforgivable brutality.
Now it is a Registered Cultural Asset of Modern Cultural Heritage."
Cheorwon, Korea
April 2016
Quando vi essa foto da Anne Hathaway tive que editar, mas
eu sinceramente não gostei dessa edição ;x
só postei porque meu flickr estava abandonado kkk'
Ya perdoné errores casi imperdonables.
Trate de sustituir personas insustituibles,
de olvidar personas inolvidables.
Ya hice cosas por impulso.
Ya me decepcioné con algunas personas ,
Ya abracé para proteger .
Ya grité y salté de felicidad.
Ya lloré escuchando música y viendo fotos .
Tuve miedo de perder a alguien especial
pero sobreviví !!
Y todavía vivo !!
No paso por la vida.
Y tú tampoco deberías sólo pasar ...
VIVE!!!
Bueno es ir a la lucha con determinación
abrazar la vida y vivir con pasión.
Perder con clase y vencer con osadía,
por que el mundo pertenece a quien se atreve
y la vida es mucho más para ser insignificante.
Charles Chaplin
We forgave mistakes almost unforgivable.
Try to replace irreplaceable people,
forget unforgettable people.
I've done things on impulse.
Since I was disappointed with some people,
We hugged to protect.
We screamed and jumped for joy.
We cried listening to music and viewing photos.
I was afraid of losing someone special
but I survived!
And still alive!
No way through life.
And neither should only spend ...
LIVE!
Well is going to fight with determination
embrace life and live with passion.
Lose with class and win with boldness,
that the world belongs to those who dare
and life is much more to be negligible.
Charles Chaplin
perhaps looks unforgivably like a schmaltzy inspirational poster, but this is how it was. unretouched. beach in winter = beautiful.
in Explore January 20, 2007.
taken with timo: www.flickr.com/photos/timo.
The new pirate set comes without monkeys.
That is unforgivable.
Every classic pirate set had a monkey.
And not pigs with eyelashes.
So, there is only one thing to do: give the monkeys space for revenge!
"There'll be times
When my crimes
Will seem almost unforgivable
I give in to sin
Because you have to make this life livable
But when you think I've had enough
From your sea of love
I'll take more than another riverful
And I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile
Strangelove
Strange highs and strange lows
Strangelove
That's how my love goes
Strangelove
Will you give it to me
Will you take the pain
I will give to you
Again and again
And will you return it
There'll be days
When I stray
I may appear to be
Constantly out of reach
I give in to sin
Because I like to practice what I preach
I'm not trying to say
I'll have it all my way
I'm always willing to learn
When you've got something to teach
And I'll make it all worthwhile
I'll make your heart smile"
Este día los viajeros que habían llegado el sábado a Gijón con el tren organizado por PTG disfrutaron de un viaje por la vía estrecha asturiana. Las ALCO descansaron pero ALSA, recurriendo a la Mitsubishi 269.411 con librea corporativa, aprovechó la ocasión para organizar un viaje de despedida de la Rampa de Pajares utilizando la composición del tren de PTG Tours. Si nos atenemos a las informaciones publicadas por la prensa, las 300 plazas ofertadas se vendieron en quince minutos, todo un hito en nuestro país que nos hace mantener la esperanza de que los trenes turísticos sí que pueden ser viables. Aunque el esquema de pintura de esta locomotora no me gusta nada, había que documentar esta circulación, sobre todo en este punto de Golpejar donde el día anterior (y en menos de media hora) habíamos cometido tres imperdonables cagadas (no se pueden llamar de otra manera) que había que enmendar a toda costa. Cuando llegó el tren, una nube abyecta intentó arruinar la foto pero afortunadamente hemos conseguido recuperar la imagen como si el sol hubiera lucido con normalidad.
This day, travelers who had arrived in Gijón on Saturday with the train organized by PTG enjoyed a trip along the Asturian narrow gauge. The ALCO locomotives were rested but ALSA, using the Mitsubishi 269.411 in corporate livery, took the opportunity to organize a farewell trip to the Rampa de Pajares using the PTG Tours train composition. If we stick to the information published by the press, the 300 seats offered were sold in fifteen minutes, a big success in our country that makes us maintain hope that tourist trains can indeed be viable. Although I don't like the paint scheme of this locomotive at all, this circulation had to be documented, especially at this point in Golpejar where the day before (and in less than half an hour) we had made three unforgivable mistakes that had to be corrected at all costs. . When the train arrived, an abject cloud tried to ruin the photo but fortunately we managed to recover the image as if the sun had shone normally.
Dear soulless gentleman,
If guilt was penniless my hate would have bitten into your flesh. My fingers would leave this haze of blistered purple and vicious blue around your neck. She had no choice. Your satisfaction took advantage of her ignorant innocence. The moment her eyes faltered you crept into her dreams with your mystical bliss.
You disgust me. This isn’t poetic. This isn’t brokenly beautiful…it’s a crime. A crime I never knew and was oblivious to. A crime that seeped into her blood and turned it to ice. Did you know she almost killed herself? Did you know that? Did you know that because of you she felt this was all she knew how to be…did you know that she thought she wasn’t beautiful?
I hate that I cry for her because I feel the fulfilling grin lurk onto your lips. She is beautiful so just stop. Stop your silent screaming. Stop your silent smugness. I wish you could feel it, when someone takes your rights and your freedom. But you can’t…because she never spoke a word. And with this self disgust she sewed her lips shut and let her frozen blood break her neglected heart. It broke…it broke inside of her. Shattered glass cut her up for years. She told me two months ago…she told me everything. I swear if I ever see you I might take pieces of her broken heart and cut you deep enough until you beg for mercy. I’d stop when you cried out unlike you , with her begging and pleading. A child. A god damn child. You didn’t care so why should I? You don’t deserve to live or even breathe. But as unforgivable as your act was I’ll forgive you. She did and I owe it to her, a beautiful and tired girl who was stripped of her childhood.
But sir, you know what makes me even more sick than the fact that you managed to kill her internally? The fact that I grew up knowing you. I grew up with your children and I grew up looking up to you. it’s the fact that all the people who know you only know the lie of the mask you wear.
You make me stumble upon all these new levels of hate and appal. And as smug as your smirk may be…and as happy as your life may seem you know that when you see her…you murdered a child and left a tortured soul in its place.
I feel better knowing that you’re mind has placed you in the jail you rightly deserve.
With all the restraint it takes to not hit you,
Sincerely,
That beautiful girl’s baby sister
This is different than my usual style but I had to let this go…from my mind and from my heart as corny as that sounds. I appreciate all of you for reading this if you did, thank you.
Llevo muchos años alejado de una de las líneas que más satisfacciones me ha proporcionado como amante del ferrocarril. El motivo está en que desde que Renfe se hizo cargo de la misma, la decadencia ha sido tan evidente que ya no circulan trenes de mercancías, los de pasajeros se suprimen habitualmente y los trenes turísticos se han visto reducidos a la mínima expresión. Este año se limitaban a dos circulaciones entre Bilbao y León del Expreso de La Robla. La primera me la perdí por estar fuera del país pero habría sido imperdonable mi ausencia el pasado sábado en Cillamayor, uno de los puntos emblemáticos de este ferrocarril, porque nunca se sabe si ésta ha sido la última oportunidad de fotografiar tan inefable tren por la línea Bilbao-La Robla. El mal aspecto exterior que presentaba la composición (no olvidemos que se trata de un tren de lujo) acentuaba el sabor a despedida que flotaba en el aire y los largos desplazamientos de los pasajeros en autobús tampoco invitaban al optimismo. Bueno, es que si después de haber pagado una muy respetable cantidad de dinero por el viaje, me dicen a mi que entre Mercadillo y Espinosa me van a trasladar en autobús, me encadeno a un asiento y me trago la llave. Pero yo subo el puerto de El Cabrio en el tren aunque al llegar a Espinosa acabe prestando declaración en el cuartelillo de la Guardia Civil. Y es que al final resulta inevitable que uno se pregunte dónde ha quedado el romanticismo de los viajes en tren.
I've been away from one of the lines that has given me the most satisfaction as a railway lover for many years. The reason is that since Renfe took over, the decline has been so evident that freight trains no longer run, passenger trains are routinely discontinued, and tourist trains have been reduced to a minimum. This year, there were only two runs between Bilbao and León on the La Robla Express. I missed the first one because I was out of the country, but my absence last Saturday in Cillamayor, one of the emblematic points of this railway, would have been unforgivable, because you never know if this was the last opportunity to photograph such an indescribable train on the Bilbao-La Robla line. The poor exterior appearance of the composition (let's not forget that this is a luxury train) accentuated the lingering farewell feeling in the air, and the long bus rides for passengers didn't inspire optimism either. Well, if, after having paid a very respectable amount for the trip, they told me they were going to take me by bus between Mercadillo and Espinosa, I'd chain myself to a seat and swallow the key. But I'd tour the El Cabrio mountain pass on the train, even if I ended up giving a statement at the Civil Guard station when I got to Espinosa. In the end, it's inevitable that one wonders where the romanticism of train travel has gone.
I am not doing it, or setting it down, for attention or sympathy.
I think I am as healed as it is possible to be, and I consider ‘abuse’ to be, perhaps, one of the fundamental creative forces at work in our evolution. It is pitched, in my imaginings, beyond good and evil, something intrinsic even, rather like the pruning a gardener might do, that lobbing off of parts of a plant to encourage it to be more productive. For what it is worth, I consider that ‘intrinsic’ act to be a barbaric one, that ‘cultivation’, that bending of other lifeforms to the will of a different species. Barbarism would appear to be central to life. There is also the removal of a whole species that might have ‘run its course’, whether that be bees or dodos, that sloughing off, and the other one too, the realisation of one’s own individual mortality, and that process of dying, that letting go, that recycling backwards and forwards, being food for more life, through ‘dust breeding’ to the formation of new stars, even, that infinite loop.
These are all unforgivable seen through the ‘eyes’ of the un-limbed plant, or the truncated species, or the dying patient, and an example of nature being red in tooth and claw, Tennyson’s equal and opposing flip-side to the much-beloved earth mother.
Joyce described this as "The sow that eats its farrow", Goya represented it in Saturn devouring his children.
Rousseau wasn’t right. De Sade wasn’t right. Though combined they started to describe what undeniably ‘is’.
The image, on the wall here, is a double self-portrait, done at a time when I was less healed than I am now. But that healing is never finished, it is ongoing. Ageing might be that lubricant which encourages the letting go, in tandem with being forced to face the reality of that other letting go, that one we all absorb eventually.
The abusive uncle is dead. He died two months ago, a broken old man. In my experience, my investigation, I have discovered that it is quite often ‘the uncle’ who is often the despoiler, not saying that there are not innumerable good uncles, but the rogue male is a force in our animal kingdom, throughout multiple species. This came up many times in the interviews I did with abuse survivors in my exhibition, and body of work, entitled ‘Traditional Family Values’.
I am putting it here because it is intrinsic to a ‘story’ I want to tell, a story about ‘Universal Equality’, not of you and me, we can take that for granted, but of everything, and non-thing. I would also like to attempt to embrace two other majorly contentious ideas along the way, the ‘Illusion of Choice’, of ‘Free Will’ and the idea of ‘Universal Sentience’, that everything, the universe itself is conscious, that “the stones themselves cry out”, as some religious scriptures might have us believe.
I write this as an unbeliever, but what does that mean anyway? Hope happens either way, and can manifest as art, as description, or as any attempt to communicate, even when that attempt manifests as an unthinkable chainsaw massacre, or a world war. Either way, description will happen.
Hope is not religion-bound, thankfully. Disregarding this, all and everything seems to be constantly involved constructing new religions, or belief systems, in a hapless attempt to tie down ‘Hope’, dare I say to domesticate it?
There was something about an Irish childhood in the late 50s and early 60s that seemed to involve being dragged backwards, scratching, through the hedges of your own personal ‘Garden of Gethsemane’ for those early development years.
When I speak of ‘developing’, I am referring to that nub, the hippocampus, lodged there, shrunken and vulnerable, in the boychild’s pate. I specify ‘boychild’ as this ‘centre’ develops earlier in girls. This ‘Gethsemane’ parable was only magnified by that ‘Why hast thou forsaken me?’ of the story, in the imagination of this abused child. But at that point, the whole country was in recovery from abuse. Hundreds of years of Sassenach abuse, as it would happen, followed by decades of a clergy demanding that the populace accept the chalice proffered, aligned with that chastisement insisting that to be true ‘Soldiers of Christ’ was the only possible route forward.
There was no time there at all for any recovery. Recovery was for ‘sissies’, and I knew somewhere deep down that I might have been one. But I was too under-developed to know, a stammering nervous child, a mammy’s boy.
It was about accepting the chalice or not. The pressure was constant, that begging for the cup to pass over, if only it might be ‘my father’s will’. But you knew, that to manifest goodness, the acceptance of the chalice had to be somehow accommodated. It was the only way, leading to the truth and the light.
How was my mother to know to protect her eldest boy from the approaches of her half-brother? But then she had put him in my bed for two years, charging him four Irish pounds for the sharing, completely by-passing any ‘grooming’ which might otherwise have been necessary.
How was she to know? My mother had never been protected herself. She had been, in her turn, abused, another rogue uncle. Why have I blamed her for most of my life? I somehow imagined it was her only job. This wasn't true.
These questions might be all part of ‘the glorious mysteries’, that nightly rosary intoning that supposedly could prepare you for drinking from that holy chalice, and the acceptance of your own personal cross to bear.
Feck that.
The Oprahs and A.I.s of the world would suggest ‘forgiveness’ as the route to another type of salvation. I find this to be trite, as trite as religion even. Running around declaiming one’s mother to be “my pimp” is perhaps not to be recommended, not the best way to make friends, but the real healing happens in forgiving oneself. Pain will find an exit wound, and push persistently there for egress. Luckily mine found expression through art, and not a ‘chainsaw’. This happenstance is totally serendipitous, a fluke, a fortuitous combining of who knows what.
A shrunken hippocampus is a shrunken hippocampus, this is irreversible. Ask Robert Sapolsky.
They can keep their chalice.
I completely forgive my sex, drugs and alcohol excesses. Luckily, with age and infirmity I appear to have vanquished all three, making old age a joy.
About fecking time too. Amen.
A.I. suggests I supply a glossary:
Sassenach: Gaelic for the perfidious English colonisers.
Soldier of Christ: What the Bishop declares you to be when he slaps you across the face during Confirmation, soon after your 11th birthday.
Professor Robert Sapolsky: Professor of Neurobiology, physiology, and biological anthropology, at Stanford University, and acclaimed author.
Despite the brief and unforgivably grainy nature of this little video I'm sure that certain people will recognise this rather distinctive of boxes, as it flashes across the screen, and hence be able to surmise with accuracy it's contents. (though only guess at the colour there-of)
However for those who don't find the box familiar, or were distracted by my outfit and have a need to know, the identity of it's contents is revealed further along in my photo-stream.
©️ July 2019
Theme: Archangel - Amoranthe
Concept Art created using AI Furry Generator
Edited using Krita 5.2.9
I mourn for the fallen demons,
Leviathan carries my will.
Confounded,
yet I am immortal,
the ultimate torment I feel!
See a red moon rise up,
an omen of grief.
The son of the morning
descends from Elysium's creed.
Many have been the feats of leopard virtue of Iohannes Paulus Crispianus II. Yet, what of his father? Why does no one sing the praises of Iohannes Paulus Crispianus I?
The story behind this hidden history is one of great tragedy and deceit. Many believe that in the end, most sins will be forgiven. Yet, there is such thing as the unforgivable sin. Did Iohannes the Senior do such a devilish thing? As far as Iohannes the Younger is concerned, he holds no blame upon his father for the events that unfolded and led to the destruction of a leopard-man who, in his own days of glory, had done numerous deeds of virtue and valor. Indeed, Iohannes II is second only to his father in living such a good and holy life of a paladin. So what happened?
First, we must understand the theology of the dragon hunters. For you see each dragon hunter has charge over them an archangel from Heaven. The Crispianus family have Raphael in charge of them. Some believe that this is why the family has a strong trait of emerald green eyes, are able to heal quickly, and are quite passionate lovers. Old wives tales aside, the importance of the archangel is protection over the dragon slayer as they go do battle with their mortal enemy, the evil red dragon Maleflagramontes.
However, according to the principles of the theology, as in Heaven, also below. Maleflagramontes has the arch-demon Asmodeus in charge over him. Thus, these battles between dragon and dragon slayer are not merely feats of physical heroic virtue, but also a spiritual battle, and thus a microcosm of the ancient War in Heaven by which one-third of the angels had fallen and become demons that seek to conquer the universe and usurp God.
Iohannes Paulus Crispianus I was a very pius dragon slayer paladin. Again, no one was an equal or greater to the senior other than his own son. Thus is great the tragedy that befell the elder and brought about the worst treachery to ever happen to the Crispianus family. Yet, to this day the younger will not speak evil of his father, often praying, "Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they say nor do,"
Yet, for what is known in private rumors and stories, one would think that Ioh would have reasons to be bitter. But that is not how leopard-men understand the world, especially as paladin and dragon slayer. They know what their fate can be if they do not succeed and defeat Maleflagramontes. What precisely can happen is something the author cannot tell, especially in mixed general public. All I can say is that it is true that dragons are born from an 'egg,' though not necessarily in how you may understand the term. It is also half true that dragons can be made by way of cats that have been tormented and turned evil. Putting the parts to the whole, I'll leave it to your imagination what the whole truth may be. But I will say that it is is a very terrible and tragic fate for the leopard-man, especially as the 'egg' develops more into the dragon he had committed his whole life to slaying. As misfortune may have it, the last time Ioh had seen his father was when the development was near complete, and his father was becoming the evil red dragon he once opposed. Above is the iconography of that first battle with the reincarnation of Maleflagramontes, as he fully took over Iohannes Paulus Crispianus I, who was shed of his leopard-man body, and now was comprised of the new blood red scales of the evil red dragon.
I sing for the fallen angels,
I carry them under my wings.
I'm frozen but still undefeated,
for the abandoned I sing!
Archangel rise!
The trinity has synchronized
a remedy for humankind.
Archangel has fallen down!
Against the odds,
we bring a bloodless sacrifice.
From hell on earth to paradise.
Archangel has fallen down!
I've been seriously and unforgivably slacking in the group gift department, so I'm going to try to put out a lot more of them over the coming months to make up for it! I'm so sorry guys! D;
Anyway, this is a new group gift for Valentine's Day for my VIP Group (link in-world when you click on the vendor, $149L to join).
Available for Genus, Catwa, and Lelutka mesh heads!
Alfonso XIII (17 May 1886 – 28 February 1941), also known as El Africano or the African, was King of Spain from 1886 until the proclamation of the Second Republic in 1931.
Alfonso was born at Royal Palace of Madrid in Madrid on 17 May 1886. He was the posthumous son of Alfonso XII of Spain, who had died in November 1885, and became King of Spain upon his birth. Just after he was born, he was carried naked to the Spanish prime minister Práxedes Mateo on a silver tray.
Five days later he was carried in a solemn court procession with a Golden Fleece round his neck and was baptized with water specially brought from the River Jordan in Palestine. The French newspaper Le Figaro described the young king in 1889 as "the happiest and best-loved of all the rulers of the earth". His mother, Maria Christina of Austria, served as his regent until his 16th birthday. During the regency, in 1898, Spain lost its colonial rule over Cuba, Puerto Rico, Guam and the Philippines to the United States as a result of the Spanish–American War.
Following World War I, Spain entered the lengthy yet victorious Rif War (1920–1926) to preserve its colonial rule over northern Morocco. Critics of the monarchy thought the war was an unforgivable loss of money and lives, and nicknamed Alfonso el Africano ("the African"). Alfonso had not acted as a strict constitutional monarch, and supported the Africanists who wanted to conquer for Spain a new empire in Africa to compensate for the lost empire in the Americas and Asia. The Rif War had starkly polarized Spanish society between the Africanists who wanted to conquer an empire in Africa vs. the abandonistas who wanted to abandon Morocco as not worth the blood and treasure
In April 1931, General José Sanjurjo told him even the army was not loyal.[citation needed] On 12 April, the republican parties won a landslide victory in the 1931 municipal elections, perceived as a plebiscite on monarchy. Alfonso left the country on 14 April as the Second Spanish Republic was proclaimed, but did not formally abdicate. He eventually settled in Rome.
His fondness for the sport of football led to the patronage of several "Royal" ("Real" in Spanish) football clubs, the first being Real Club Deportivo de La Coruña in 1907. Selected others include Real Madrid, Real Sociedad, Real Betis, Real Unión, Espanyol and Real Zaragoza.
My clone wars photo in print.
Early start, photo mobile in my head and since I’m trespassing again to this private area my trusted dog accompanied me. 7 photos hanged- check, insect bites- double check, almost got caught- most certainly!!!
Yesterday, I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part two- twice with my best bud Ate AK…wootwoo!!! Favorite scene? Everything that has to do with Severus Snape, he should win an Oscar’s for tearing my heart into pieces and causing flood (of tears) in the movie house…and that part when Lord Voldemort cast an unforgivable curse to one inconsiderate movie-goer who failed to switch his or her phone to silent mode, that earned a roaring applause…
Shout out to (Sir) Rich for saving me from insanity, 365 project saga continues :)
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Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it
It's not a blight, but a remedy,
A clear reminder of how it began
Deep inside your memory
You turned away. As you struggled to find it
You heard it call as you walked away
A voice of calm from within the silence
And for what seemed an eternity
You waited. Hoping it would call out again
You heard the shadow beckoning
Then your fear seemed to keep you blinded
You held your guard as you walked away
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now
Hope's not forsaken
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for a reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid, don't turn away
You're the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now
Hope's not forsaken
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Sickening, weakening
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes a bit of dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
Ignite the fire within you
When you think all is forsaken,
Listen to me now
Hope's not forsaken
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light
Don't ignore, listen to me now
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness
Can show you the light
You know where you sent her
You should know where you are
You're trying to ease off
But you know you won't get far
And now she's up there
Sings like an angel
But you can't hear those words
And now she'd up there
Sings like an angel
Unforgivable sinner
________________________
Unforgivable Sinner
Lene Marlin 1998
Not the end of the line, but as far as the suburban service goes west of Brisbane and at the end of the overhead electrification, we peer west into the sultry heat at Rosewood in South East Queensland.
Just about a kilometre ahead, a coal train heading for the Port of Brisbane is stopped waiting for the electric multiple unit to depart ahead of it (you can just see it in the distance). The service from Ipswich is only hourly and the stations short, limited to three cars. In fact, the line doesn’t serve particularly heavy population areas once out of the Ipswich suburbs but it is tending to slowly open up cheap land.
Rosewood was the junction for the erstwhile Marburg Branch, long truncated in stages to serve various coal mines in the ranges above the town. In fact, prior to the opening of open cut mines west of Toowoomba, the coal trains from this branch (which diverges on the east of the station behind me) were the last to operate in Brisbane for “domestic use” to the Petrie Paper Mill (now gone) and the PA Hospital at Dutton Park. A part of this branch is now preserved by the Australian Railway Historical Society although they are currently not operating trains.
The line in front is double track to Helidon (except where it passes through the Little Liverpool Range east of Laidley) and then it climbs the Great Dividing Range to Toowoomba and then heads south and west into the southern inland of the state. The climb up and down the Great Divide is long and arduous, single track with many reverse and sharp curves and tunnels. Not a great place to be operating long coal trains. Most of the railway traffic west of here has been lost to road, including, unforgivably some bulk traffic. Grain is still moved longer distances to the Port but the drought has severely affected harvests and of course coal. Coal being under a cloud means it’s long term future is ...well, under a cloud and one mine has recently been denied expansion plans allegedly owing to several factors including the impact on valuable farmland and the environment.
Millions have recently been spent on enlarging the tunnels on both ranges to provide for transit of the larger shipping containers and independent rail operator Watco has set up in Warwick to take over grain transport and perhaps other new traffic. Some cattle trains still operate also but the drought has impacted them as well.
I did forget to say, two long distant passenger trains operate from Brisbane to Charleville (800-900 kms approx) in western Queensland twice per week past here but with loss of patronage to road buses, the train is paired down to bare minimum of about three coaches (carriages) and minimal catering, passes through the more inaccessible but interesting areas at night and heavily subsidised by the Government. It probably averages ten passengers per trip and often travels Toowoomba to Brisbane empty. It is marketed to tourists but that doesn’t seem to be working and is hanging on by a thread. A shame because Charleville has some interesting tourist attractions, including the Cosmos Centre (amazing) but waiting for the next train in three/four days time is probably a stretch unless you can hire a car and go driving round the Outback....which is probably not a bad thing to do. Some great places to visit out there.
Model - Adrianna Daylor
Styling - Heather Rous
Hair/MUAs - Patricia Cerniuk & Gel Costa
From the workshop given by Stephanie Pana Photography and The End Photography! :) More on facebook including a before and after of this image!
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June 8, 2010
An unforgivable curse where the victim suffers an extreme amount of pain and torture.
i decided to take a break from the phobia series for a bit, maybe to prove that i can do other things too.
this is a new set im starting called "Harry Potter Spells" and im SUPER excited about it.
YEYY, thank you to anni3goesclick for her testimonial, :D
ohhh ohh and ive been tagged by lovely kelly and selena
1. I LOVE HARRY POTTER.
2. luna is my favorite character :P
3. but i just LOVE hermionie's character.
4. i only own 4 of the 7 books :(((
5. BUT IVE READ THEM ALL DONT YOU WORRY.
6. my favorite is the 7th.
7. this is my new studio space! my step dad helped me clear out the spare room to convert it :D
8. i came up with the new series when ive been obsessing about the new movie.
9. i wish i was magical.
10. i would rather go to school at hogwarts.
Explored #131
It seems to have gone almost unnoticed that Harrods has just donated £1 million to the British Red Cross, to help support people who have been left injured, bereaved or homeless by the Grenfell Tower tragedy in North Kensington (see image below).
Some of Harrods’ own employees have been affected personally by the terrible fire, and they immediately donated blankets, toiletries and toys, while the company’s kitchens have been producing food for local relief centres.
Michael Ward, managing director of Harrods, said, “Through this donation to the British Red Cross London Fire Relief Fund, we want to play our part in helping our neighbourhood recover from this tragic event.”
By the way, I took this photograph of Harrods in happier times, during the run-up to Christmas – and I repost it now in sorrow at the appalling and unforgivable disaster that should never have happened.
All cats are unforgivably stupid. Or at least, that's what they want us to think.
My friend Catherine's cat did this. Can't figure out if this was a case of typical "Oh, I haven't sat on that newly exposed spot before, better do that now" cat behavior, or actually a devious plan to try and secretly observe the affairs of humans from a new vantage point.
Either way, it's crying out to be exploited as a meme showing cats who think they are observing us clandestinely while in actual fact are just making idiots of themselves!
Blank template and some examples provided in the comments...
White Cliffs of Dover - South Foreland area. Beautiful hazy light Would have been unforgivable not to get the wide angle out
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I staked-out a remote spot off-base from Joint Forces Training Base Los Alamitos (southern California) - aka AFRC - as aircraft attending the annual 'Wings, Wheels & Rotors Expo' departed. In spite of a lingering marine layer there were some good photo-ops this day. But the unforgivable situation this country is currently in was obvious by the lack of military aircraft that have attended in previous years.
This is from yet another day with the sun =). I climbed lil wall at this place then setup my new mini tripod on the rocks. I sat on one of the rocks ruined my clothes cuz of the dirt but the sky was stunning the clouds just made me forget everything and i think it was worth it =).
** I have tons and tons of shots this time they will be upcoming later i need a breather for a few days. I will be uploading more stuff on my blog visit there =) **
blog updated after a long time: visit here to read about Circular Polarizing Filter and UV Filter
I'm extremely busy these days, although i'm active on flickr just not uploading shots, for those of you who asked me about my 365 shots and manipulations I will resume that at a later stage it takes time and i cant due to the work load @ office.
Armin Van Buuren feat. Jaren - unforgivable search on youtube =)
sowwie for the filthy watermark ... ill come up with a cool one
I have to thank my dear friend Marilisa for the title - I couldn't think about a better one!
And I have to thank Arni J.M. & John Friedman, who honour me with their flickr friendship, delight me with their beautiful works (please!, have a look on their streams - they are really amazing!), wrote two ... quite embarassing testimonials!
Thank you very, very much!
And now ... yes, more flowers :-)
With the tragic gires that overtook Sevier County this week I thought it was suitable to find something worthwhile I never posted from my Great Smoky Mountains trip in 2015. I spent but a simple few days in the park and what I saw was truly mindblowing. I had been in the Appalachians many times but had no idea of how magical the Smokies would be and how unique they would be even from them the peaks that surround them. The Smokies are tremendously diverse biologically owing to them essentially being a rainforest in the middle of Appalachia. Visiting the woods of these mountains is a transcendent experience, and the joy is made even greater by the wealth of good people who inhabit the area, which is why my heart breaks at both the ravaging of these beautiful mountains and homes and businesses of many people, not to mention the lives that were lost. Destroying nature's beauty is something that as a landscape photographer I find abhorrent and unforgivable already, but the act of arson that set the woods ablaze became murder this week when at least ten and counting lost their lives. I can only hope to visit Tennessee again in 2017 and that there will be a fraction of the beauty and hospitality available to me which made my summer 2015 trip such a joy.
Each year the OKC Memorial is decorated with Christmas Wreaths for each of those who lost their life in the bombing on April 19, 1995, a day in Oklahoma's history many of us would like to forget completely.
That horrible day we lost 168 people to this unforgivable act of terror on our city.
My family lost many people from the third floor, which housed the Federal Employee's Credit Union. If you ever have the opportunity of visit the memorial, one thing you should know, each row represents the floor that was lost, and the number of people on that floor. The small chairs are for the children who passed that day as well.
Please say a special prayer for those people if you would. Their families could certainly use one at times.
Thanks
Belgian postcard in the 'De 50 mooiste vrouwen van de eeuw' (The 50 most beautiful women of the century) series by P-Magazine, no. 13. Photo: Kate Garner / Outline.
German-American film star and producer Sandra Bullock (1964) is known for her charming, somewhat chaotic characters in popular action films such as Speed (1994) and the comedies While You Were Sleeping (1995) and Miss Congeniality (2000). These hit films made her one of Hollywood's highest-paid actresses. She won an Oscar for best actress, a Golden Globe and a Screen Actors Guild Award for her dramatic turn in The Blind Side (2009).
Sandra Annette Bullock was born in Arlington, a Virginia suburb of Washington, D.C., in 1964. She is the daughter of German opera singer Helga Meyer and an American voice teacher, John Bullock, who later became Sandra's manager. Her parents met in Nüremberg, Germany, while her father was doing civil work for the Pentagon and her mother was his secretary. Sandra lived with her parents and younger sister, chef Gesine Bullock-Prado, in Nüremberg where her mother performed at the Staatstheater Nürnberg until she was 12 years old. She often performed in the children's chorus of whatever production her mother was in. In 1976, the family moved to Washington D.C. She still holds German and American citizenship and can speak fluent English and German. Bullock did ballet and in high school, she was a cheerleader. That singing talent later came in handy for her role as an aspiring country singer in The Thing Called Love (Peter Bogdanovich, 1993). She studied at East Carolina University in Greenville, North Carolina, but interrupted her studies to pursue acting. She left for Manhattan to audition and had several jobs to earn a living in the meantime. Bullock later resumed her studies and obtained a bachelor's degree from East Carolina University. In 1987, Bullock made her official film debut in Hangmen (J. Christian Ingvordsen, 1987). Her performance in the off-Broadway play, 'No Time Flat', got her an agent and an audition for Bionic Showdown: The Six Million Dollar Man and the Bionic Woman (Alan J. Levi, 1989) with Lee Majors and Lindsay Wagner. It was a pilot for a never-produced spin-off series. Her first major film followed in the form of the Sci-Fi action film Demolition Man (Marco Brambilla, 1993), in which she starred alongside Sylvester Stallone and Wesley Snipes. That same year, she also starred in the mystery-thriller The Vanishing (George Sluizer, 1993), a film based on Tim Krabbé's 'The Golden Egg' and in Wrestling Ernest Hemingway (Randa Haines, 1993), with Robert Duvall, Richard Harris and Shirley MacLaine.
Sandra Bullock had her big breakthrough in Speed (Jan de Bont, 1994), in which she and Keanu Reeves try to save the passengers of a public bus from a bomb explosion. The bus races through Los Angeles rush hour traffic without stopping because of a bomb on board. The film grossed 350.4 million US dollars worldwide in 1994. The following year, she starred with Bill Pullman in the romantic comedy While You Were Sleeping (Jon Turteltaub, 1995). The film was another box office success and earned Bullock her first Golden Globe nomination. She established herself as one of Hollywood's most popular and highest-paid actresses with the thriller The Net (Irwin Winkler, 1995). Bullock appeared with Matthew McConaughey and Samuel Jackson in the thriller A Time to Kill (Joel Schumacher, 1996), based on the book by John Grisham. She actually played only a supporting role, but due to her popularity, her name was mentioned first on film posters. Bullock received a fee of six million US dollars for the role. Then followed the war film In Love and War (Richard Attenborough, 1996), about the young Ernest Hemingway played by Chris O'Donnell. The sequel Speed 2: Cruise Control (Jan de Bont, 1997) was massively criticised and received a Golden Raspberry Award for the worst sequel to a film. However, it did well at the box office. Bullock was paid 12.5 million US dollars. A year later, Bullock co-starred with Nicole Kidman as a witch in the fantasy comedy Practical Magic (Griffin Dunne, 1998). She also voiced Miriam in the animated film The Prince of Egypt (Brenda Chapman, 1998). Steve Hickner. In Forces of Nature (Bronwen Hughes, 1999), she co-starred with Ben Affleck.
Sandra Bullock received positive reactions for her role of FBI agent Gracie Hart in the comedy Miss Congeniality (Donald Petrie, 2000). That same year, she played an alcoholic who is sentenced to a stay in a rehab clinic after a drunken car accident in 28 Days (Betty Thomas, 2000). After a one-year break, Bullock played a police officer trying to solve a seemingly perfect crime in the thriller Murder by Numbers (Barbet Schroeder, 2002), inspired by the authentic Leopold and Loeb murder case. Then she acted in the comedy Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (Callie Khouri, 2002) and the very successful romantic comedy Two Weeks Notice (Marc Lawrence, 2002) with Hugh Grant. In 2004, she starred in the drama Crash (Paul Haggis, 2004), which deals with racism and social tensions in Los Angeles and won an Oscar for best film. Her role as a racist woman in the film is a stylistic departure from the charming, somewhat chaotic characters she usually played. Then, she again played Gracie Hart in the sequel Miss Congeniality 2: Armed & Fabulous (John Pasquin, 2005). She received a record fee of 17.5 million US dollars, but the comedy did not match the success of the first part. Bullock then reunited with Keanu Reeves for The Lake House (Alejandro Agresti, 2006), a new version of the South Korean film Siworae/Il Mare (Lee Hyun-Seung, 2000). She also featured in another remake, the thriller Premonition (Mennan Yapo, 2007).
In 2009, Sandra Bullock starred in three films, the hit comedy The Proposal (Anne Fletcher, 2009), All About Steve (Phil Traill, 2009) and The Blind Side (John Lee Hancock, 2009). The latter is the film adaptation of the life of Michael Oher, who grew up as a child in various foster families, then was adopted by Sean and Leigh Anne Tuohy and eventually became a successful American football player. The film grossed US$309.2 million worldwide and received an Oscar nomination for Best Picture. Bullock received critical acclaim for her portrayal of the adoptive mother, winning the Oscar, Golden Globe, Critics' Choice Award and Screen Actors Guild Award for Best Actress in a Leading Role. In 2010, she became the first to receive a Golden Raspberry Award for worst actress (All About Steve) and an Oscar for best actress (The Blind Side) in the same year. In 2011 she made the drama Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close alongside Tom Hanks, based on the bestseller of the same name by Jonathan Safran Foer. Despite mixed reviews, the film was nominated for several film awards, including the Oscar for Best Picture. Her later successes include the Science-Fiction thriller Gravity (Alfonso Cuarón, 2013) with George Clooney, and the successful buddy comedy The Heat (Paul Feig, 2013), alongside Melissa McCarthy. Gravity had box-office takings ofUS$716.3 million - and was by far the most successful of her career. Gravity also received excellent reviews, with Bullock's performance receiving particular praise. For the role, she received numerous nominations for Best Actress in a Leading Role, including the Academy Award, Golden Globe, Critics' Choice Award, Screen Actors Guild Award and British Academy Film Award. Gravity won seven categories, including Best Director.
Sandra Bullock provided her voice for Scarlet Overkill, the villainous character, in the animated film Minions (Pierre Coffin, Kyle Balda, 2015), which became her highest-grossing film to date with a worldwide gross of over $1.1 billion. In 2015, she served as an executive producer and starred, as a political consultant hired to help win a Bolivian presidential election, in the drama Our Brand Is Crisis, based on the 2005 documentary film of the same name by Rachel Boynton. Peter Debruge of Variety found Bullock's portrayal to be "easily one of the best female roles of the last 10 years", but the film had the worst wide-release opening of her career. In Ocean's 8 (Gary Ross, 2018), an all-female spin-off of the Ocean's Eleven franchise, Bullock played Debbie Ocean, the sister of Danny Ocean, who helps plan a sophisticated heist of the annual Met Gala in New York City. Writing for The Hollywood Reporter, Josh Spieger called the film a "welcome return to the big screen for Bullock" and observed: "She has reached a point in her career where she chooses her roles with care (...) Ocean's 8 is Bullock’s first true franchise film in decades. Ocean's 8 had the best debut for the franchise and ultimately made $297 million globally. Her next role was that of Malorie, a woman who must find a way to guide herself and her children to safety despite the potential threat from an unseen adversary, in the Netflix post-apocalyptic horror film Bird Box (Susanne Bier, 2018), based on the novel of the same name. She received acclaim for her performance, and Bird Box was the most-watched film on Netflix within 28 days of its release until 2021. In another production for Netflix, the drama The Unforgivable (Nora Fingscheidt, 2021), Bullock played a woman who is released from prison after serving a sentence for a violent crime. It became the fifth most-streamed film on the platform at the time of its release. She took on the role of a successful yet depressed best-selling romance novelist in The Lost City (Adam and Aaron Nee, 2022), a Romancing the Stone-style romantic comedy–adventure film, opposite Channing Tatum and Daniel Radcliffe. The film was favourably received by critics, who praised the chemistry between Bullock and Tatum and grossed $190.8 million globally. It made Bullock "the first actress to have $100 million earners in live-action star vehicles over four different decades", according to Forbes. In 2022, she also appeared in the Brad Pitt action thriller Bullet Train (2022), in a mostly vocal performance. Sandra Bullock married once. She met Jesse Gregory James, host of the television show Monster Garage, whom she married in 2005. Together they adopted a young baby boy, Louis Bardo Bullock, in 2010. Following Bullock and James' divorce in 2010, she had full custody of the boy. Bullock announced in 2015 that she had adopted a second child, Laila Bullock, and appeared on the cover of People magazine with her then-three-year-old new daughter. Since mid-2015, Bullock has been in a relationship with photographer Bryan Randall.
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My favourite saying when doing any construction project. Sadly, I didn't follow my own advice and Yvette worked from my measurements which turned out to be wrong! her smiling shrug at my unforgivable error was testimony to her easy going nature and with another day's effort she re-worked the tent cover.
Meet Dekster, one of Avalonia's executioners. After a confirmation of their unforgivable crimes, he himself hunts down his victims. Say goodbye to your life when you happen to end up on his table.
"Youth reflects transparency and beauty. Despite our lack of experience. The world often confronts us with unforgivable situations. We believe. More than anyone. In things that cannot be seen. Many unknown worlds are awaiting us. Surrounded by people and things we love. We smile carefree smiles."
- HIROMIX
I recently picked up HIROMIX by HIROMIX, and it has become another inspiration. Her photographic style isn't normally what i'm in to but it's a welcome breath of fresh air. Too bad i didn't have a Konica BigMini to include in this picture :)
Going through my shots from our October trip to Oregon.
Last morning -- a pre-sunrise trip to Mt. Hood and Trillium Lake, the latter I only became aware of thanks to some great photos and photographers here on flickr. Amazingly, on a Monday morning there were only three other people here besides us; a fisherman, and two other photographers. Perfect. Just perfect.
Unfortunately, I committed one of the photographer's most unforgivable sins -- forgetting to check the ISO. For some reason, it was set at 400, and this shot is a little grainy as a result.
Reached #446 on Explore, 12/9/07. Thank you all!
A shout out to PaulAndAPentax for turning me on to NeatImage. Downloaded it -- and I'm impressed! Cleans up noise nicely without losing a lot of clarity. Best of all, its quick and easy! Replaced the original with this one.
Check it out on black: