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"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:
Ava <3
she needs some touch ups, her shoes are still dinged up from when I took her to that meet-up; but it's been awhile since I took pictures of her so I figured it was about time.
Ava Cadavra - Monster High CaM Skeleton Girl custom
paint job, dress, & wig all by me.
207/365
I know...most of you don´t like them, aside from the fact that flares are rated as an unforgivable photographic accident...but nevertheless I liked them in this picture.
By the way....Happy Birthday, Daddy....that´s for you !
this stupid bitch has managed to sink her phone on the bottom of the lake. Unforgivable because now I couldn't give you an update anymore.
Todos nós temos nossa cruz para portar. Calle Amargura, Trinidad, Cuba.
A cruz marca uma das 14 estações na Via Sacra em Trinidade. Por isso a rua tem o nome "Calle Amargura". Segundo o homem na foto (cujo nome vergenhosamente esqueci), a cruz tinha quebrado fazia poucas semanas.
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We all have our cross to bear. Calle Amargura, Trinidad, Cuba.
The cross marks one of the 14 stations along the Via Sacra in Trinidad, hence the name of the street (Calle Amargura = The Street of Suffering). Given all that the Cubans have gone through, some would say that's an appropriate name.
According to the man in the photo (whose name I unforgivably forget), the cross had broken just a few weeks beforehand.
A ceux qui ont commis l'insoutenable, l'irréparable, l'impardonnable. A ceux qui ont assassiné nos enfants, nos conjoints, nos amis...
Vous qui nous considérez comme des chiens, nos enfants ivres de vie, de loisirs et de musique comme des brebis ramollies soyez certains que nous les protègeront avec une rage que vous ne soupçonnez pas. Après l'effroi, le deuil des proches, de la Nation et les pleureuses viendra un temps bien différent.
Nos pères, nos frères d'armes sont tombés par le passé et continuent de l'être pour chasser nos ennemis. Nous ne ferons pas d'amalgame car telles sont nos lois et que nous les respectons mais les chiens et les moutons ont le droit de devenir enragés après votre barbarie perpétrée.
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To those who committed the unbearable , the irreparable, the unforgivable . To those who murdered our children, our spouses, our friends ...
To those who consider us as dogs, our kids drunk of life , leisure and music as sheep softened be assured that we will protect them in a rage that you do not suspect . After the fright , mourning relatives, the nation and the mourners will come a very different time.
Our fathers, our brothers in arms have fallen in the past and continue to be to fight our enemies. We will not make amalgam because these are our laws and we respect them but dogs and sheep have the right to become enraged after your perpretated barbarism .
Today was really nice weather, fresh snow and shining sun - everything you need for a great walk with husky:)) That was unforgivable, I guess Maya was happy too:)
”Suddenly, as I was hulking out, I remembered Major Talbot’s family. I remembered bits and pieces of those nights. The faces were finally coming together.”
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“Mass hysteria broke out last night in downtown New York as a hulking alien creature ravaged through New York. This alien creature is responsible for the unfortunate deaths of fifty-three civilians and the injuries of hundreds more. Authorities have informed us that they have the life form in captiv…” The television cut out as the news report was about to end. The viewer was obviously fed up with what they were watching. The lady sat on the couch slowly got up from her seat and slowly walked to her kitchen. She peered out her window and saw the city before her still filled with smoke. She thought to herself how she could be out there helping, but knew that it really wouldn’t make a difference. The woman knew that she was probably the only able person in all of New York that was still sat in her apartment. Slowly, she opened her cupboard and grabbed a bowl out. She then moved to another cupboard and got out a box of cereal out. Moments later she sat back on her couch and turned her television back on.
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”I have a notebook. The notebook is filled with names. Not random names. No. All these names have one thing in common. They’re all the names of those lives I’ve taken. I do not do this to gain some sick pleasure. I do this to remind myself that my actions do indeed have consequences. My actions have consequences that some would feel are unforgivable…”
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The lady’s television set flickered on and the news brought up images of the hulking figure that ravaged through New York just the night before. The news anchor came on scream and smiled.
”Sources have also have confirmed a wide suspicion that the creature is in fact not an alien, but a New York local. Doctor David Banner” As the news anchor said that name, the woman spat out a mouthful of cereal and jumped from her seat. She ran to her room and grabbed her shoes and keys. Quickly, she ran to the streets below her apartment and jumped into her car.
“Bruce? What did you get yourself into now?” The woman asks aloud to no one as she starts up her car.
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”I cannot and will not live with myself if I ask for forgiveness. All I ask for is your understanding. Those of you that are wanting me to live a life in prison or even to die, I understand your thoughts. As I said, it’s completely understandable. All I ask for is, just for a moment, you hear me out…”
29 November, 2015 – Risso’s Dolphins Slaughter – at Taiji, Japan
No mercy has been shown by the killers of Taiji today, as a small pod of six Risso’s dolphins were brutally slaughtered for consumption. Seven of the eleven banger boats that left the harbor this morning, quickly and efficiently drove the pod into the killing cove. The remaining four were not seen during the drive.
The six Risso’s were netted into the cove, although the pod was huddled together, some managed to break away into the outer nets. One of the Risso’s in the inner nets, desperately tried to swim through the nets to get to his loved ones, but as we know the Taiji killers are notorious for their unforgivable cruelty. A diver conspired with two skiffs to trap the dolphin by tying a rope around the tail and dragged the terrified victim under the tarps to certain death. Cove Guardians reported that no trainers were seen in the cove, it is not common for Risso’s to be selected for captivity.
Destruction and devastation can happen quickly in Taiji, as the killers again prove that they are able to completely erase a once happy family of six Risso’s dolphins within 2 hours.
Today's Livetream is archived at livestream.seashepherd.org/
Sites for more information :
Sea Shepherd Cove Guardians Page (official)
www.facebook.com/SeaShepherdCoveGuardiansOfficialPage
Cove Guardians
www.seashepherd.org/cove-guardians
Photo: Sea Shepherd
The beach was full of seagulls who won't come very near but won't go too far too. With a 24-120 nikkor, i tried nothing less than a THOUSAND of shots. This is perhaps the best i could manage.
Not that I do not have an understanding of shutter speed ( :D giggling). Just that never ever in the world was I in a condition with a deccent telephoto lens AND hundreds of "not so ugly" birds around :D
Yes I made a terrible mistake, UNFORGIVABLE. I have not even bothered to think about the speed of birds. I am shooting in the regular landscape exposure, giving me shutrter speeds of like 1 250th 1 300th. But mistakes actually make you, and once you realize your mistake, you never forget it :-)
It saddens me that this is my last post for 2021 (with the exception of some end of year collages), but here we are.
Just when I thought our corrupt, incompetent government couldn't get any worse, there was yesterdays National Cabinet meeting.
It seems they actually want everyone to get corona virus. That seems to be their end game, I don't see how it can be any other way. Because of their decisions I believe many, many thousands more people will get sick than needed to, and many people will die. This is unforgivable.
NSW case numbers today reflect some of the worst in the world. NSWs case numbers today are 21,151 or 2,590 cases per million people. The USA 7-day average is 301, 480 or 905 cases per million people. The UK 7-day average is 130,350 or 1,905 per million people. So, NSW is nearly three times the USA, and 1.3 times the UK.
Victorian case numbers (my state) today were 5,919 or 883 per million people, so only just under USA.
The Federal government have bungled every stage of this pandemic and I won't repeat them all here (refer the image), but two decisions at yesterdays National Cabinet meeting that have really floored me. Firstly, the redefinition of a "close contact" to only apply to household or care settings and require 4 hours of contact. This will restrict access to PCR tests and result in thousands or millions more infectious people in the community. So, you can now spend 8 hours sitting next to a colleague at work who is positive, and not be deemed a close contact. I fear what it means for our school settings too with a daughter who is a primary teacher and so many unvaccinated children.
Secondly, the Federal Government has decided it will not supply free Rapid Antigen Tests to the community as other governments have done (eg UK, USA). Rapid Antigen Tests here are difficult to find at the moment and cost around $15 each. I am fortunate enough to be able to afford this, but many, many people can not. Again, this governments policy, as it does in so many areas, attacks the underprivileged and lower socio-economic communities.
During his press conference yesterday Morrison suggested the decision not to provide RATs to the wider community free of charge was as a result of “concern” from suppliers that the tests would be made free. This has been denied by those industry bodies. So once again our PMs addresses to the nations are a mixture of word-salad gibberish or just abject lies.
Both State and Federal Governments continue to encourage folks to go out and enjoy their NYE celebrations, but for me, and I think many, many other older people or anyone who has vulnerable or older family members, it means back into a self-imposed lockdown for a couple of months.
It is difficult to think of anyone I hate more than this man. This country needs to be rid of him as soon as possible.
Canadian postcard By Canadian Postcard, no. A-370.
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.
Sources: Wikipedia (Dutch) and IMDb.
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I stole this image from my hometown group page on Facebook. Everybody comes on and says "Awesome" "Stunning" "So Beautiful," and I come on with stories about real people. I have limits to what I will say, but basically, I think the idea of privacy is overrated. When you die, if your
stories die with you, no one will remember you. You'll be just another name on a gravestone.
So here's my story about Jenny Lou. She's bottom right.
Jennie Lou. She was a very good friend of my sister's, for awhile. Her mother, Mary Margaret, was my kindergarten teacher, quite a wonderful woman. Mrs. Secrest got my Cambridge education off to a wonderful start. She and my mother were quite good friends.
The only time I ever got a spanking from my father (my mother was into switching) was when I was at the Secrest's house one afternoon, after school, I suppose, and news came on the radio that a dangerous criminal was on the loose in Cambridge. Instead of staying at the Secrests, I walked home. According to my parents, walking home was unforgivable, and I needed a spanking to right my ship. So my mother told me I had to go into the living room, where my father was sitting in a chair, all ready to administer the spanking. I don't think he put his whole effort into it, as the actual spanking doesn't register with any ferocity.
After my father died, the Secrests were very nice to me. I remember being at their house one night and spaghetti was on the menu. Jenny Lou didn't want any sauce on her noodles. I thought that was weird, but now I can see the merits to it, if the buttered noodles have some raw minced garlic, decent grated parmesan, kosher salt and fresh ground pepper mixed in. Fresh thyme would be a nice addition.
At a certain point, I became better friends with Jenny Lou than my sister. Perhaps befriending me was more about what was going on between the two teenage girls than it was about me. I must have been in junior high school, as Jenny Lou was three years ahead of me in school. Anyway, one afternoon, I ended up in Jenny Lou's bedroom, with Jenny Lou. Before you get all excited, trust me, nothing untoward happened. Still, to be in that situation with a girl that much older than me was a big deal. No doubt I wanted to kiss her, but I don't think that even happened.
But here's what did happen: it was springtime, not long after Easter, and Jenny Lou had an egg tree on a side table over by a window, looking out onto 9th Street. By mutual agreement, we opened the window, and took the decorated (and contents removed) eggs off the tree, and threw them out the window, and watched them smash on the sidewalk. I have lots of erotic memories that don't even involve first base, much less home plate, and this one is high on that list. For some reason I seem to remember that Jenny Lou had a good laugh, or a good giggle.
And before I finish this exegesis, I want to say a word or two about Don Secrest, Jenny Lou's father. He sold insurance, and a lot of people in Cambridge didn't really cotton to Don. He had a rather dry wit, a dry affect, one might say, and Cambridge is more of a hale-fellow, well-met kind of place. But I got Don, and I liked him a lot. He didn't have a son, and I needed a father, and like many other men in Cambridge (and the wives of those men) he gave me friendship. That's what Don and I were: friends. He told me stories about the war, when he was stationed in the Caribbean. He had some story about seeing a guy get bitten by a poisonous snake, like a fer de lance. Somebody went and ran and got the voodoo guy and the voodoo guy did some of his voodoo stuff, and within an hour, the snakebitten fellow was up and walking around, when he should have been dead. I don't think Don made that story up, but if he did, he put it across very convincingly.
But what puts Don in my Hall-Of-Fame is that he took me down to the third rate drugstore in Cambridge (Spillman's was #1, and Central was #2). That drugstore still had a working soda fountain. Don told me to order a chocolate soda (which he, of course, paid for). I had never had a chocolate soda before, and it was delicious. Maybe he bought two of them for me.
Very happy memories.
An outtake from today's shoot that I began to like more and more while playing around with it.
I'm currently re-obsessed with The Black Parade. Still my favorite album by my favorite band :]
Song: Cancer by My Chemical Romance
'The unforgivable moments' has become my 299th photo in Explore. Although, I got mixed feelings about Explore, I want to take this opportunity to thank you all.
Thanks to those who were once with me. You made me addicted to flickr and hence to photography. You made me experiment, explore and improve.
Thanks to those who are still with me. You make me feel special. You make me feel as if I know how to take pictures. Without you I would be doing something else, not photography =)
And thanks to those who keep inspiring me with their amazing creations.
Thanks again =)
(Edit: I wanted this picture to be about my gratitude, not about my Explore forays, yet this has just become my 300th Explored pic =)
by SnapSeed from Nik (now Google), arguably the most expresssive of them all, the go-to app for heavy artistic messing with photos. Sadly, also the noisiest: amplifies existing noise (never lacking in mobile shots) like pouring gasoline on fire and adds on top it's own noise-like artefacts, sometimes banding, too...
Look at that sky: why does it have to be peppered all over with those dark blue dots? (A close look in max size reveals even worse). And the mist - one of the smoothest things in nature, is grainy like sea salt?! Unforgivable! Bad job, Nik/Google programmers- back to the drawing board! :(
I think I'll have to boycott mobile editors until they stop generating JPEG artefacts and learn to properly clean noise (not their current dumb blur that, along with noise, kills all the detail :( (( See previous 2 photo for the damage from other apps.
So I got a TNGSS on ebay, and it's got these nasty speckles in it!
And I'm not talking ON it, like the seller got it dirty and then decided to pawn it off, I'm talking these are actually molded INSIDE the mask! :(
I'm gonna contact lego about it and see if they'll send me a new one because this is pretty unforgivable by their standards.
November 8 is Indigenous Veterans Day, when Canada honours First Nation, Metis and Inuit soldiers and veterans, and their long, distinguished legacy of serving in the Canadian Armed Forces.
The Canadian flag on the Peace Tower in Ottawa and on all federal government buildings across the country – which were raised on Sunday to full mast for the first time since May 30 – were lowered again to mark Indigenous Veteran’s Day on Monday.
The flags were lowered in May, in recognition of the hundreds of unmarked graves identified at former residential schools where many Indigenous children suffered abuse and died while in the care of the government and church organizations.
Even though European and Canadian governments have treated our First Peoples in appalling, and unforgivably cruel ways, many Aboriginal, Métis and Inuit men and women still served the country, some paying the ultimate price... We honour them all!
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My self-MOC makes his debut on Flickr (and the TTV Message Boards!)
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Name: Toa Krayan
Aliases: Chains
Element: Telekinesis
Colours: Blue, Silver, Gold and Black. (Formally brown)
Personality: Serious, Brutal, Unforgiving, Keeps to himself, will protect his loved ones at all costs.
Bio: Originally from Mata Nui. Krayan lived most of his matoran life as a early settler to Quaza Magna. He witnessed the murder of a toa. The dying toa gave Krayan a toa stone in his last moments. The other toa, thinking Krayan killed the toa, tracked him down. By the time they found him, Krayan had already activated the toa stone. Krayan was sent to the newly rebuilt Pit, the prison where criminals who committed unforgivable crimes were banished to. There, he made friends with a then toa prison guard named Lavok and convinced him that he didn't kill the toa. Krayan also adopted the name Chains there as he was always restrained him with Chains as they were scared of his toa powers. Chains escaped the prison and went to find the person who killed the toa that gave Chains his toa stone. After defeating him, Mata Nui re-awoke and cleared Chains' name. After serving a long time as a toa. His brother, Maku, went missing. Chains got horrifically mutilated and brutalized. Toa Hydro, rebuilt his body and Chains continued fighting the Followers. After the death of Mata Nui, Chains became unforgiving. He stated that he was not a toa anymore and subsequently killed Lewax. After the battle, Chains became the leader of the remaining toa (Now named Hunters.) He fought against many rogue matoran survivors and remaining Shadow Mutants. Chains went to a dark place and became very protective of himself and the other Hunters. An army of Matoran survivors decided to attack the Hunters, known as the MRG, and tried to rid them from existence. Chains' ultimate goal is to return to Spherus Magna.
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Thanks so much for reading guys! This is the debut of Chains on Flickr and the TTV Message Boards. Anyway, I really like this version. Please leave C&C to help me improve. Thanks guys, and I'll see you next time!
this is a video i produced recently, which unforgivably does not feature a single shot of dolls! :p the dolls may not like the vid, but i hope you will :)
It was inspired by Brian Cox's TED Talk: Why we need the explorers, where he quotes Carl Sagan.
"Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you've ever heard of, every human being who ever was lived out their lives. The aggregates of joy and suffering thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there, on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam. It's been said that astronomy's a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."
Music by mindthings "Rebirth"
Stay still, be still
No wonder you are always lost
As a messenger you must be known
With messages you must return
To be seen by demanding hands
And touches of jealous men
Invisible, unforgivable
To all their secret ends.
So how can I keep anything to myself ?
Stuck in my 501 and prepared to drive.
When I remove them had skipped a button is unforgivable thing that means the belt of my jeans not too tight.
You tighten the belt more than the jeans button allowing you to not suffer
7artisans 1.8/25 on LUMIX GX80
f 2.8 / ISO 200
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Unfortunately, I deviated slightly from the intended focus point.
For macro photographers surely an unforgivable mistake. ;-)
The Batman is crouched below a billboard on the side of a building just opposite a derelict cathedral. The cathedral is lit up by a mass of bonfires surrounding its grounds. In the center of them lies an eerie statue depicting several distorted faces and what seems to be the foot of a great deity crushing the skulls of sinners.The facade of the cathedral is a morbid display of lost faith and hopelessness standing desperately in a city that has forgotten its purpose.
Batman: Alfred. You there?
Alfred: yes master Bruce I’m listening.
Batman: I tracked the two to Gotham cathedral. It’s decorated with the mark of something sinister and I can’t yet get a direct visual of what’s inside the place but the thermo scan picked up at least 200 bodies. And yes they’re alive. Or barely at least. I’ve noticed a large amount of purple and a lack in body mass so I’m supposing the population is mostly taken up by the homeless.
Alfred: does it seem threatening?
Batman: can’t tell at this point. I’ll have to get inside somehow...Quietly and unseen...The city already thinks I’m some sort of devil without having a punch up at a church.
The batman glides across the grounds to the cathedral and without a single disturbance scales the side of the building finding himself atop the cathedrals rooftop. He then comes across a number of missing and discarded roof tiles and without hesitation crawls through the small gap created. Once he’s inside the once holy sanctuary he takes position perched upon a stone gargoyle struggling to keep itself in place.
Batman: Alfred. I’m inside
Alfred: anything of interest to be reported Master Bruce?
Batman: it appears to be some sort of homeless shelter. There’s food and beds...but I can’t help but think there’s something very off about the whole atmosphere...
Bruce fails to finish his words when a gloved hand is forced onto his mouth and he is helplessly put to sleep without any acknowledgement from the hundreds gathered below in the old cathedral
Alfred: master Bruce?....master Bruce?...bruce?...
Alfred speaks with an increasing sense of concern through the cowl when he receives no response
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Gotham city sewer system
When Bruce regains his consciousness, he feels an excruciating pain in both his feet and hands. He then opens his eyes and sees the haunting ends of four nails in his hands and legs as he realises he is the victim of the ancient practice of crucifixion and is now hanging from the brown stained walls of Gothams sewer system...within a matter of minutes several of the people he recognises from the archway come stumbling around the corner of the tunnel. They walk up to where he is hung and bring him, still nailed to the cross, onto the ground. He try’s desperately to utter whatever few words he can: wha..what are you...doi..ng..to me...
They do not reply and instead lift the crucifix to their shoulders, carrying him through the luminescent green swamp that lies beneath Gotham itself. After what felt like days the four men come to a halt laying the crucifix to the ground with a lack of care causing a great pain to fill Bruce’s body.
Bruce is then tormented by the sound of a hundred souls chanting in unison: BLACKFIRE!! BLACKFIRE!! BLACKFIRE!! BLACKFIRE!! BLACKFIRE!! BLACKFIRE!!
A huge man of about 7 foot steps up to a stone slab of the same size and looks to his crowd emulating a sense of righteousness and self importance.
Deacon blackfire: Fear not my pure hearted children and loyal followers for I have come to liberate you! Come to liberate you from the chains in which you lie victims of the devil! He holds you there without remorse feeding from the very blood of your body. Stealing from your very hands and eating away slowly at your souls!!! At times it seems the devil has beaten us! But it is the Absolute truth that we will always conquer his evil ways. He often seems to hide amongst us Never to be seen by holy eyes or never to pay for his unforgivable acts of sin. But today my children I give you vengeance. I give you his body. I give you his mind. I give you...the BATMAN!!!!!
The Mass of Blackfires followers turn to the batman with the intent of ripping him limb from limb and draining him of his devils blood
Batman forces his body through the pain of parting with the nails on the crucifix and therefore his own flesh. He drops to the ground with a thud and begins trudging through the thick green water, reaching for the comme in his cowl
Batman: Alfred I’m back. I had trouble in the cathedral. It’s a man called blackfire. He’s running some form of cult in the Gotham sewage system. Give a Tip off to the gcpd. I’m going after blackfire
Alfred replies: they are on route now master Bruce and are you sure it is wise to chase after this madman? He could be the end of you
Batman: thanks for the vote of confidence Alfred but if I want to protect Gotham I have to do what must be done. It’s settled
Alfred: if that’s what you wish master bruce, then so be it. Be safe as always
Finally got the film back from this trip up Mt. Hood. Even though this has been a productive winter for me, my stable of cameras is sufficient enough that it can still take me a few weeks to get through any twelve photos on a particular camera. Such it was with this roll out of the Hasselblad. But I don't mind. There is a certain pleasure in having the memories of a trip at least partially faded before looking back at the images from that trip. Plus in this case it allowed me to somewhat forget how unforgivably cold it was on the mountain this evening, thus allowing me to enjoy the result of this photo much more than the process of making it... well ok, I enjoyed the process quite a bit too even as miserably cold as I was. Ok, ok, if we are to be totally honest I actually enjoyed being miserably cold in a fashion. I do have a fondness for being out in extreme weather. Made it hard to see all the images coming back from Chicago or seeing the weather reports from Minnesota where it was 40 below. I kept trying to figure out where I sign up to get out on a photo expedition in those conditions.
Anyhow, the view this evening was worth the bone-numbing cold and the few photos I made I am happy with. Even better for both of us right now, we get to view this at a nice cozy room temperature.
Ah, yes. Construction, as well as shamelessly posting photos of unforgivably poor quality, goes on yet. The underside of my SHIP, (measuring in at 106 studs), is basically complete. I can't imagine I won't be throwing in little tweaks here and there as I continue. Construction at this point has gone on for about 2 months, and I am estimating another couple weeks until I'm editing, if not posting, the final pics of this very frustrating SHIP.
Why is it frustrating, you ask? Let me tell you.
About a week ago, tragedy struck this MOC as I turned it over to set it on its belly and two rather large sections of the rear of the ship promptly fell off and shattered on the floor. There was apparently enough weight in those two pieces that it immediately overbalanced the ship in my hands, and although I saved the whole thing from falling to a death that would have undoubtedly sent me into an immediate dark age, the sudden lurch caused a rather large section of the front to plummet to the floor in a similar fashion as the rear sections, with much the same result. With that horror still fresh in my mind, (as well as minimal loss of sleep), I have put a lot of extra time into reinforcing the connections, which seems to have paid off, (fingers crossed), because when I flipped this thing over just moments ago, it barely shivered.
Thanks for having a look, and being supportive of my tragedy, (even if it sent you into uncontrollable fits of laughter).
this stupid bitch has managed to sink her phone on the bottom of the lake. Unforgivable because now I couldn't give you an update anymore.
The Illawarra, NSW
"Let meh be blunt. Ah does not trust teh hoominoidz. Especially teh one with teh black click-box. Unless they bringz me fuud."
Lucy, a.k.a. Jungle Cat, regards me with a certain amount of suspicion. She knows that I'm more of a dog person, and Boxers at that. This is unforgivable, but may be temporarily pardoned in exchange for lamb.
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Edit December 2023: This essentially became Lucy's definitive portrait. If I recall correctly it was taken on the day that I first met her. (Well, officially. She may have been bravely protecting the underside of the bed on some previous occasions.) When she first saw me on this day, she was being held so that she couldn't bolt but had an expression on her face of sheer horror that "a 'truder!!!" is present in her home. When she was put onto the floor, she ran to protect the underside of the bed again. But then I went into the bedroom. "Oh no! I'm trapped!!!", she thought before darting between my legs to run into the lounge room, which had escape routes. So when I came out to photograph her there, she had her eyes locked intensely on me.
Of course it wasn't long until she figured out "Wait, you aren't a threat to me, and you know how to get food and open doors. Hmm. You can be of use to me... "
After that she was so comfortable with me that she would never again look straight into my lens (no matter how much I asked her to), as you can see from other shots of her in these albums.
Come February it will be 12 years since it was taken. As of the time of writing Lucy is still with us, having had her 18th birthday last October.
She is, however, quite a different cat from the one we see here. She was once quite a large cat, reaching over 8kg at her zenith (it may have been 9, actually), though I don't think she was quite that at this time. Her size didn't stop her from leaping over fences to harass the neighbouring cats though. She used the railings on our side to leap over the fence. We sometimes needed to mount rescue missions to get her back.
She has lost a lot of weight, and is down to around 5 to 6kg. She has a surfeit of medical issues now. Many of her teeth had become infected over the years and had to be removed, and I'll bet you didn't know that when cats reach a certain (very advanced age) some of them start being reabsorbed into their jaw, did you? Neither did I, given that most people don't see cats which are old enough to do that. She has arthritis which means no more climbing or jumping and which requires a twice daily dose of medicine in her food, plus a monthly injection. She's been diabetic for years and requires two shots of insulin along with a cream inserted into her ears to help with thyroid imbalances. She's becoming blind; I often have to gesture to the food so that the movement of my hand can lead what sight she has left toward the bowl, but since she has lived here all her life and can still see shapes she can still find her way around her home and can still see large objects (including the neighbours' cat who came in to raid her food bowl a few months back); it's smaller things like bowls that she has to be guided to. And she has become very vocal (and possibly a bit senile), sometimes meowing demandingly for food and sometimes meowing demandingly for... I know not what. Nor, it seems, does she.
The down side is that having such a high maintenance pet makes travel functionally impossible. The up side is... she's still with us. Having lost her canine companion earlier this year I'm well aware that the time for that is ticking down... but not yet. Not yet.
Edit 17 May 2025: Not then... but now. My PESO shot from 17 May 2025 shows her only a couple of hours before she left the world. It was the one shot, just one (out of 27 that I took that morning) which has her looking straight into the camera. For the first time since this day... and the last time. Addio Lucy, 10 October 2005 to 17 May 2025.
or: "How to ruin a nice photo, by leaving the tip of the dragonfly's tail outside the frame"!
Drats! How did I miss this??? Unforgivable!!! The bad thing is that it's not a common species around here, it's only the second time I spotted one in 4 years (here is the other one) and I managed to make a mess of all my captures that day...
This is a Violet Dropwing (Trithemis annulata) male.
S A V E M E , H A T E M E
You pleaded with me, 'Save me, even if you hate me.' Yet, there was no redemption for you; your actions served as your verdict, your demise inevitable. As you fatally wounded me, unaware of my power, your cries of 'damned witch!' echoed through the air as you stained your hands a fiery red.
My soul clung desperately to life as my poisoned blood tainted your existence. In agony, you begged for forgiveness, though your act was unforgivable. But there is no absolution or deliverance. I am a witch, born of shadows, devoted to the Ancestral Gods.
Finally, you understood that those like us, who never truly lived, cannot be vanquished by death...
by me
Photography and film processing; LC Nevermind(Luis Campillo)
Artistic direction, MUAH, props, caption and model; Lis Xia
Gear; Hasselblad 500CM, CZ Planar 80mm, Cinestill 800T
When the dishonourable fell, Odin would not accept them in his Great Hall of Valhalla. He cursed them to become Draugar, animated corpses with supernatural powers. Upon seeing the state of the modern world, Odin formed a Legion of the Damned who had to atone for their past by punishing the present in a manner akin to their original crimes. These are their tales and their penances.
Tales of Odin’s Legion of the Draugar: Bjorn’s story
Most draugar have supernatural powers and Bjorn’s is to shapeshift
In life, Bjorn was a serial bigamist. This made him an oath-breaker, which is an unforgivably serious crime to the eyes of the Norse of old. In his fury, Odin’s curse was to unleash Bjorn-the-Draugr on the modern Christendom to seek out male adulterers and provide their punishment. This he would do by changing his appearance to that of alluring young female and visit trendy bars. Assuming his alter ego, Bjornetta, there was very little for Bjorn to do to spring the trap. Adulterous men, out on the prowl, would orbit her like braindead lepidoptera around a 60-watt light bulb hanging out on the veranda on a hot, sweltering summer’s night. Eventually one would circle in to his doom*. This where the fun would begin**. Having taken them back to his/her pad, Bjornetta would suggest some kinky games to get things going. Flickr policies prohibit me from documenting the details, but let’s just say the end result was that the aforementioned adulterous male would find themselves superglued a bedpost by his most precious appendage. As Bjornetta gently placed an axe next to him, the whimpering man would invariable blub something to the effect of, “Oh god! You are not going to chop it off are you?”. To which, Bjornetta would reply, “No. But you probably are” as she proceed to set light to the bed and walk out of the house.
* Some people may be pleased to note, in recent times Bjorn has snared a Donald and a Boris.
** Fun is a relative concept. Boris and Donald did not find it so.
A note on the story:
I’ve adapted this version of Bjorn’s punishment from a song I recently heard; however, the original version, while similar in concept, was more graphic, painful, downright nasty and involved self-surgery with a rusty knitting needle. It was based on the threat my wife made if I ever strayed. I have not.
A bit about the photo:
The was a fun evening’s collaboration with my fellow banter- and photo-buddies, the beautiful Mya on/off and the elusive shutterbug_uk2012
The photo was old-school smoke generators and flashes (luckily the local rozzers were not looking in our direction, or just couldn't care... probably busy booking someone for speeding). A hint of basic photoshop adjustments.
"The Joker's trail is getting colder and colder with each new distraction. St. Dumas guide me on my path, what must I do to cleanse Gotham?"
The radio plays nothing but wails and screeches, but Jean Paul Valley seems unaffected.
"A child is being held hostage? Unforgivable! Thank you St. Dumas, in your name I will right this wrong as the Avenging Angel Az... The Batman."
Helicopters hovered overhead, snipers in positions across the street. Batman wasted no time and drove straight through the police barricade and leapt out of the Batmobile. The grappling hook in his gauntlet carried him straight for the window the spotlights were highlighting. No mercy for child killers tonight.
Jean Paul Valley (Batman) moves from #44 Wayne Botanical Gardens to secure #38 Brentwood Academy.
Anna :"You don't deserve these power. They are all mine! Now, get the hell out of my way!"
Dagon : "NO!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!! I CREATED YOU!!!! I GAVE YOU MY POWER!!!! BUT THIS IS UNFORGIVABLE!!!"
Anna : "Just give me!!!! EVERYTHING!"
----Dragonpriest : "...am... Ma'am... Madam Valeriya... Wake up. Don't lose yourself. Wake up ma'am... wake..."
Dragonpriest : "...Hold my hand..."
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Fun time ;)
Guttersnipes: Unforgivable? or just an 'armless composition?
Candid on the banks of the blue Danube in Serbia. Kocak Colour200film in Nikon F3 + 50mm lens
First trip to Oregon. We logged nearly 600 miles in 72 hours trying to see beauty the state has to offer and barely scratched the surface.
Last morning -- a pre-sunrise trip to Mt. Hood and Trillium Lake, the latter I only became aware of thanks to some great photos 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 a lot of the shots I took here are grainy as a result. This one though, seems to have been spared.
EXPLORED: Jul 14, 2011 #324
Crucio (Cruciatus Curse)
Pronunciation: /ˈkruːsi.oʊ/ krew-see-oh
Description: Inflicts unbearable pain on the recipient of the curse. One of the three Unforgivable Curses.
Seen/mentioned: First seen in Goblet of Fire introduced by Barty Crouch Jr (acting as Moody) and used on a spider. Used regularly by the Death Eaters as torture, and by Voldemort as punishment, even against his servants.
Suggested etymology: Crucio in classical Latin means "I torture", originating from crux (genitive crucis), which means "torture platform or stake", or more specifically, "cross". The word excruciating is descended from the same root – crucifixion was a form of torturous execution. In the novels, the verbal form of the word is 'cruciate', as when Amycus Carrow says in the final book "I'll Cruciate the lot of 'em."
[ wikipedia]
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My boyfriends debut on my stream (well.. in a conceptual/posed shot anyway), did he do good at acting like he was in unbearable pain? I think so! So, Thanks Chris! ♥ (:
Also, that's a legit replica elder wand! (I know it was Dumbledore's and he wouldn't use this curse on anyone but (---SPOILER ALERT!!---) Voldermort steals the wand in the last book/movie(DH pt. 1) so it works! haha) I borrowed it from my friend Jenna because I do not have one of my own yet but maybe some day!! She has so many wands and I'm jealous because I only have two. I want them all! haha. So thanks Jenna!! (:
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In honour of the final Harry Potter film being released and all of the films coming to an end I'm going to do my little tribute to them by making a little series (which I've wanted to start for a long time now, and will probably continue after the movie comes out anyway) of a bunch of spells and charms and just for the countdown, photos that will just be inspired by the world of Harry Potter. You'll get one a day until the day I see the final movie (Which will be on the 19th.. hey.. It was the cheap night at the theatres! haha)
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As an American that has dedicated his career and personal life to assist those in need I find any assault or threat to any human due to race, creed, disability, orientation, or any design not mentioned, completely unforgivable.
As is often the case I'm not sure whether I prefer the B&W or colour version of this shot I took of model Jade Forrest in University Park, Oxford recently.....
Plenty more from the various model shoots I've been involved in within my portraits set : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157601321043616
Still rather out of my comfort zone shooting people but that's a good reason to do more of it. If anyone is interested in sparing a couple of hours in return for some images feel free to get in touch. Of course it would be helpful if you were based somewhere in the Oxford area.
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I need you, anyone - with a million and a hole in your pocket,
With lights in his eyes and tiredly inhaling smoke,
Victorious and besieged by enemies...
I need you either way, because I love you.
I need you - anyone who showers the house with petals
And at night he snorts diligently into my right temple,
Unforgivably rarely ringing keys in the hallway
And cheekily breaking the flimsy heart lock.
I need you - in perfectly ironed trousers,
And unshaven, hidden from the light under the weight of his eyelids,
Irritable, affectionate, easy, smiling, difficult...
I need you either way, because you are MY person.
Dan-y-Graig Street, Pontypridd, seen in about 1997 or 98 with my current car and future wife. Being in the area, I'd stopped by to show Mrs B the house where my mother had been born. That's a Passey & Porter (Weston -super-Mare?) sticker in the back window. I didn't get the car from them and I would certainly have bought it "privately", that is by answering an advertisement placed in the Clevedon Mercury. It was a good reliable car, but its unforgivable sin was a shuddery clutch ...a thing I hate. Somebody on here looked it up a couple of years ago and reported that it was still on the road.
When did trainers come in? This was eighteen years ago and I don't think they were by any means a new fashion then. It's amazing isn't it, how these things sweep the world? How manipulable people are, how terrified not to belong, how afraid to be themselves, how without tastes of their own and ignorant of what those tastes might be.
The 1960s rebuild of London Euston station won few plaudits at the time, and for few too many years, passing through it for whatever reason was ateeth-gritting experience. Especially unforgivable was the lack of seating while waiting for a train. Nor were the concourse retail and hospitality offerings any great shakes. Belatedly, these issues are getting addressed, though many folk still have to stand around as they await their train platform to be announced. But today I found the Euston experience vastly better from what I had previously remembered.
This was written by Ms. Jeni Dela Cruz aka "8ght" and posted in Photo Kalye's discussion thread
You have a choice.
Stay inside the safety of your air-conditioned cocoon or recklessly follow that narrow, muddy & suspicious path that will lead you to a world only the brave souls can survive.
PhotoKalye started with 2 passionate souls who got separated from a pack, a couple who recklessly trudged on their own and eventually lost count of the street lamp posts, happily snapping away & exchanging stories with the people they encountered on the street. It was then followed by an unforgettable photowalk of 9 to a place only heard of, read about. A place every body knows exists, yet only a few dare enter. A life-long gratitude to Mr. Luis Liwanag, the man who holds the key to this heaven/hell place the people of Baseco call their home. It was an eye-opening experience so powerful, it haunted the group for weeks.
For the voyeur, what Baseco offers exceeds that is necessary to satisfy one’s appetite. It is an overdoze, from the stench that welcomes you on your arrival & unapologetically enfolds you in a hug, to the visual feast of raw & cinematic textures & elements peppered by the most interesting stories if you’re willing to listen. The scenes are unrehearsed, the lines are spontaneous, the actors real. All genres are represented, only you & you’re degree of openness to what’s around will dictate if a scene will be a tear jerker, a comedy or an action-filled suspense. It will be unforgivable not to mention the unique score that unite all of these together. The faintest slap of waves (now lost that the sea is stagnant with an addition to the reclaimed island), the phlegm hoarsened cough of the elders, the chorus of running kids eager to see new faces, shrieking babies, the buzzing of annoying flies, the horns from the nearby pier.
A day in Baseco is a reawakening of ones senses numbed & atrophied by a safe, predictable & convenient life.
It is an initiation to the unguarded & ugly, inescapable fact..
It is a slap on the forehead for those who are drowning in self-pity, a timely slap on the face for those who think the world owes them & thinks enough is still not enough. It is a rekindling of ones passion in life, an affirmation of one’s chosen direction.
It is a realization of the things to be thankful for. The candid laughs of the kids fill voids in hearts.
To one, it is another day of visiting his extended family he has known for more than 2 decades. With tireless & unwavering determination to share & bridge people to the harsh reality that is part of society, his stories inspire & his photos speak, in all languages, heard even in silence. A photographer without border, boundless.
I have a choice.
Stay in my safe cocoon or trudge the muddy path behind the Kalyetographers who have found something precious in Baseco and all the other Basecos in this country, documenting the community’s plight wasn’t enough, it spawned a tough group with a fervent mission to do more than just snap photos.
I have a choice.
Sama ako!
Christmas Party for the Baseco Kids
Jollibee T.M. Kalaw
14 Dec. 2008