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A once prominent through route spanning from Pittsburg to St. Louis via Chicago, sits eerily dormant and quiet in 2025. In the Columbus Suburbs lies a scene barely touched by the modern day world, a PRR PL signal bridge stands tall, where its now turned heads used to guide some of the fastest and most notable passenger and freight trains on the PRR system.
With the Formation of Conrail in 1976, the Panhandle saw frequent use until 1985, when Stanley Crane deemed the line West of Columbus unnecessary with Conrail's parallel Indy Line to the North. West of the Relief yard in Hillard, Oh, the Panhandle would be ripped up, leaving this short segment of track here to carry on its legacy in downtown Columbus. Known as the Buckeye Line, this short section of the former Panhandle hangs on by a thread from CP Buckeye to CP-138 in downtown Columbus.
To complicate things even more, the Buckeye line has also seen its fair share of demise, with the only active section being the portion from the East end of CP Buckeye to the connection with the Scottslawn Secondary at CP Mounds. East of Mounds to Yard A has not seen a train since roughly 2019, and with the removal of the diamond with the CSX Columbus Sub at HV Cabin and the rails cut and paved over at Trabue road near Hilliard, it seems its fate has been sealed.
These signals have unknowingly seen their last train.
Columbus, Ohio
This was a childhood toy, that I had unknowingly lost in my parents garden. Some 25 years later my mother found it digging vegetables and returned it to me. For added relevance the soldier is photographed “lost” in the jungle of my garden.
Taken using a legacy 55mm Minolta Prime lens
The same tree as the one previous post....I waited...for this moment....like we all wait for those certain moments....then...
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Adrift
A silent voyage
No corners are found
Mist of uncertainty
A cloud overhead
Faint voices echo
Trembling is the ground
A throbbing heart
Obscure the destination
Darkness-a hollow clasp
A hopeful touch
Unknowing reveals a mystery
Gracefully Sophia appears
-rc
How the wind passed me mild and sweet. I've enjoyed lonely at which unknowing Lake while I pass by one night.
Porto
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O corpo espacejado
Perdia-se-lhe o corpo no deserto, que dentro dele aos poucos conquistava um espaço cada vez maior, novos contornos, novas posições, e lhe envolvia os órgãos que, isolados nas areias, adquiriam uma reverberação particular. Ia-se de dia para dia espacejando. As várias partes de que só por abstracção se chegava à noção de um todo começavam a afastar-se umas das outras, de forma que entre elas não tardou que espumejassem as marés e a própria via-láctea principiasse a abrir caminho. A sua carne exercia aliás uma enigmática atracção sobre as estrelas, que em breve conseguiu assimilar, exibindo-as, aos olhos de quem o não soubesse, como luminosas cicatrizes cujo brilho, transmutado em sangue, lentamente se esvaía. Ele mais não era, nessas ocasiões, do que um morrão, nas cinzas do qual, quase imperceptível, se podia no entanto detectar ainda a palpitação das vísceras, que a mais pequena alteração na direcção do vento era capaz de pôr de novo a funcionar. Resolveu então plastificar-se. Principiou pelas extremidades, pelos dedos das mãos e pelos pés, mas passado pouco tempo eram já os pulmões, os intestinos e o coração o que minuciosamente ele embrulhava em celofane, contra o qual as ondas produziam um ruído aterrador.
© 1989, Fundação Luís Miguel Nava
From: O Céu Sob as Entranhas
Publisher: Limiar, Oporto, 1989
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The Strewn Body
His body was getting lost in the desert, which kept gaining more ground and redefining its borders inside him, causing his organs, isolated by the surrounding sands, to reverberate in a strange new way. Day by day he was getting more strewn out. The various parts of what could only abstractly be conceived as a whole were beginning to spread apart, such that the ocean tides were soon foaming between them, and the Milky Way itself started cutting through. His flesh, in fact, exerted an enigmatic attraction on the stars, which in due course it managed to assimilate, exhibiting them (to the unknowing) as so many luminous scars whose glow, transformed into blood, slowly dwindled. On these occasions he was no more than an ember among the ashes, though one could still make out the faint throbbing of his guts, apt to be quickened by the slightest change in the wind’s direction. So he decided on a plastic-coated self. He began with his extremities, his fingers and feet, but soon he was meticulously wrapping his lungs, intestines and heart in cellophane, against which the waves made a frightful sound.
© 1989, Fundação Luís Miguel Nava
From: O Céu Sob as Entranhas
Publisher: Limiar, Oporto, 1989
© Translation: 2008, Richard Zenith
( Poetry International Web )
The Dakota, Missouri Valley & Western came to mind today for a post to my Flickr. Quickly browsing images from this day I came across this one that has been on the back-burner. At Geneseo Jct, ND was this classic station sign for a place where there really is no one. No houses, gas stations, not even a "station". I had to included it, making the train that's charging along at 25mph seem secondary.
Hanging on my living room wall is an O. Winston Link original titled, "Solitude". He passed it on to me decades ago while I assisted him in one of his larger projects. He said, "I'm giving you this, because I know this is you with your photos."
Well, wouldn't you know it. I didn't until just now. It hit me as I pulled up Flickr on my laptop and glanced up over my left shoulder! Ha! He was right! I just never had the opportunity in the past 35 years to make it happen. On this chilly day in the great plains of North Dakota, I guess I unknowingly finally did.
To see "Solitude", go to the link.
www.artsy.net/artwork/o-winston-link-solitude-siding-and-...
In the air, a heaviness
yet not so heavy
as the weight of emptiness
In the clouds, a foreboding
though not so ominous
as the hollow unknowing
In the water, only reflections
the deeper she seeks
the darker the deceptions
A breath drawn in, disclosing defeat
a slower breath out
a sigh in relief
A stillness now, a silent trade
loneliness for lonesomeness
the acceptance made
And thunder distant, a parallel song
a temporary balance
and a wish to prolong
For here within, steady it grows
a quiet so fierce
in the fervor she knows
Her heart, hear now: the beat ever slowing
the calm before the storm
a break in overflowing
Self portrait taken last week in a tidal pool, just before the heavens unleashed rain and lightning.
The #FlickrFriday #Countryside challenge
FlickrFriday got me to do some exercise this week. I walked miles only to find these fungi growing in a large pile of woodchip beside a farm track 400m from my home. Note to self: Turn the other way next time.
The fungi are Wrinkled Field Caps (Agrocybe rivulosa). Only first recorded and described in 2003 and added to the UK list of fungi in 2004, this species is an increasingly common find in southern England. It is noted as often growing in wood chip which is commonly used as a mulch by gardeners who unknowingly assist the spread of this mushroom. If you have some, leave them be. Apart from being great photo subjects (especially if you get down and dirty with them) they are essential in decomposition, returning nutrients to the soil. Also, the question of edibility of this particular mushrooms is still in question. Misidentified specimens may prove lethal.
On our list when we were in Canada this past spring was to do Black Canyon, which is only accessible by private property. When we came onto the property, we noticed some farmhands, and upon speaking to them, they told us were fine to head back and take photos. We saw a few trains, including this M355 heading west. The next day however, when we returned, we saw a different person, and he was less willing to say yes, and upon calling the land owner, we were (unknowing by the land owner that he was on speaker phone) told to "fuck off" due to the possibility of someone getting bit by a snake or falling and dying, which they view as a massive liability. I guess we will just have to be happy with what we have.
In a field along the highway, buried in the snow. I trudged out into the snow and shot the picture under the full moon. unknowing and a lesson to be learned, you never know what is under the snow.
I ran around lighting this thing up, and as I ran, I stepped into a hole and found myself chest deep , luckily I caught myself before going any deeper.
All in all, It was another story for the books, exciting as usual, I love it.
So I was chillin in OSH, cammin' my avi when it hit me..I had unknowingly pieced together Christabella from the comics...lol
So I made a tummy booboo jacket and am goin' to town! Love that little girl..
Fave Christabella quotes-
"Boohoo, I give a fuck.."
"You have a nasty mouth...time to shut it I'm thinking.."
"Terrific, now my hair's on fire.."
"So, Lynn..what has two heads, one mouth and no brains? Give up? ...This thing behind me that's gonn rip you to pieces and eat your bloody entrails...."
Skin-Shadow Things
dress-forgot...was part of a Bioshock avi
bunny-Little Heaven
Background- Old Silent hill....monsters scribbled my me:)
Various textures from Deviant Art found over the years
has been some time since shooting for me and I am feeling adrift ... I even took this in jpeg unknowingly
We went shopping in San Francisco's Chinatown, and unknowingly bumped into the Chinatown Autumn Moon Festival. Grant Ave, the main street of Chinatown was most off-limits for cars, and was a very busy place. Dancers got ready for a dragon dance.
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This beautiful cow paid us a visit in our yard last summer. Looking forward to more visitors this summer.
When people come up to visit Alaska, a lot of people are worried about being attacked by a bear but are comfortable getting out of their vehicles around moose. The facts are, moose attack more people each year than bears do. The cow moose are very protective of their young and will stomp anything that comes near until they think the threat is over.
There is a video out of a man walking out of the library at UAA and unknowingly, gets between a cow and her calves. He paid for his mistake with his life. There is also another video of a cow moose chasing a grizzly bear away from her calves.
There are sure signs of a moose that is irritated, first, the hair on their neck will stand straight up, the second, their ears will be pinned back. Seeing these signs means you better retreat quickly and put something between yourself and the moose.
One of a mixed pair of a dark and this light morph. Still trying to breed in the Lonyeardalen despite being constantly harassed by unknowing cruise ship tourists taking a short cut from the harbour to the town. Yesterday I saw three groups of day-trippers try to cross the remnant tundra in the town and each time they were driven away by the pair of Skua's. On the surface quite comical to see them failing to swat the birds and eventually running away, funny that is if it wasn't so sad that these could be the last pair that breed in the valley due to development.
“As a jewel thief, you go for the challenge.
It’s dangerous, it’s glamorous, there’s an adrenaline rush.”
—MK
The Queen of Diamonds
A glamorous young woman in 1962, saturated in silk and diamonds, unknowingly targeted by another woman who moves through the same social space—
period-appropriate and very much in the lineage of:
• early 60s British noir
• feminine criminality as elegance rather than brutality
• jewel theft as ritual, artistry, and appetite
Am Freitagabend hatte ich mich unwissentlich mitten in den G20-Korridor begeben und stand zwischen vielen anderen Leuten auf der Schwanenwikbrücke, die auch nicht wussten, dass man gar nicht mehr direkt auf die große Wiese kommt. In der Innenstadt waren zu dieser Zeit bereits Ausschreitungen in Gange, was von dieser Stelle aber nicht zu erkennen war und die Polizei hat uns auch nicht darauf hingewiesen... zum Glück blieb in dieser Gegend den Abend über alles ruhig und entspannt.
At friday evening I was at the Schwanenwik in Hamburg (Außenalster lake) and unknowingly exactly in the G20 safety corridor. So I stand with many other people on the bridge because nobody knows, that the big Alster park is closed this days. In the city center was much violence this time, but we can´t see that and the police did not say something to us...
Fortunately, in this environment everything was calm during my stay.
There are many abandoned old houses in remote fjords in Iceland as testimonies of the life of early last century. In this one the people are looking for the lost fisherman that hasn't returned home on his boat, but unknowingly to them he is looking through the cellar window straight into the camera.
Well, this was a very interesting working. It set off on time and was pathed down a route that was closed, so it arrived back in Derby having missed most of the morning route. Unknowing what it was likely to do again, it was dismissed as a potential runner later but It did depart, more or less to time, for the afternoon testing.
37610 leads the test train and 37116 at Elford on its return back to Derby, having gone to Coleshill Parkway, to the delight of the assembled gallery. The working was the 08.32 Derby to Derby 1Q46. 4/9/2023
When men, even unknowingly, are to meet one day, whatever may befall each, whatever their diverging paths, on the said day, they will inevitably come together in the red circle.
( Gautama S. )
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Dear friends, it is summer, and I'm away for a while.
Hugs . ...... Wishing you a great time . . See you ....
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It had been so long shooting since I last used the Holga 120N, I unknowingly shot this entire roll in bulb mode.
Holga 120N/Bergger Pancro 400
4MC5 Appleton Dock, VIC - Oaklands GrainCorp, NSW
I had worked this train for it's entire journey both empty and fully loaded (5CM4), on arrival at Oaklands we found that sometime during the night CLF3 had decided it didn't want to play ball - all revs and no power. C508 was online out of Melbourne for the first 120ish Kilometres through the hills till Avenel before it was offline again (for a quieter ride).
Unknowingly we had just CLP12 powering us up and over the 1 in 50 grades on the branch around Tungamah with absolutely zero wheel slip or struggle, not a bad effort for 1250t solo.
The return was quite enjoyable, CLP12 led C508 and a completely dead CLF3 (40 Vehicles + dead CLF = 3168T) putting us just below the 3200 ton limit for the duo.
It'd take a bit to get up to speed on the mainline but they held up well, topping the 1 in 50 grades between 20 and 30kph with plenty of 8 notch running in between.
When you see this subject you can almost hear the heavenly soothing synth pads. It was a borderline therapeutic experience. Especially after soring all my muscles at Disneysea the day before.
This particular installation contains light up discs and it's name comes from the projection of fishes, "The Way Of The Sea". One room has you underneath these projections and the second room has you wading through them. But while I was here it hardly ever became the glowing fish and instead became a form of vegetation. Namely green grass or in this instance, purple flowers.
What was a very fun challenge was to find as many unrecognized angles as possible in these installations. My only condition being I couldn't take up much space if I got low. I stumbled into mirrors unknowingly more than once cause the room was dark enough that I didn't see my own reflection. I eventually found a corner and shrunk down into it to get this perspective.
I decided to not go to extreme lengths removing people this time as you can see. One or two silhouetted heads can still be seen peaking out of the gradient. My only true objective in this shot beyond that was removing as many traces of the mirrors as I could, namely obvious black/gray lines. Only one clear giveaway remains cause I didn't want to risk changing the flower shapes. It shamed me to have to use a blur tool to make shapes meet and blend in. But I guess it's another prime example of the saying "If you want something done, do it yourself."
If you're worried about the crowds at Teamlab, remember that there are around 8-10 locations in Japan, so don't be pressured to only visit Borderless or Planets in Tokyo when more experiences exist. Borderless wasn't that bad crowd wise for me, but considering it is one of the more heavily advertised spots (or at least it's previous location in Odaiba), anything's possible.
I am reposting this message and creation from my December 2019 post
Although this was written in 2019 I knew something big was going to take place on earth in the months ahead.
It is as relevant today as it was back in 2019 because it relates to today in 2021
I underestimated the severity of this message. In saying this I was extremely unsettled for many months and prayed as I knew something was going to happen but I did not know exactly what.
I had endured many months of suffering knowing. Through this process things became crystal clear to me and with that an understanding of the higher picture and ultimately a sense of surrendering to 'what is' and a sense of Peace and Calm came with this, along with so much gratitude for being guided and shown. A blessing and a curse
To add to this, many souls have sacrificed themselves - knowingly and unknowingly to wake up humanity.
We can never know the soul agreement that each of us has made when we birthed into this world.
I am eternally grateful to the many souls who have endured hell on earth, lost their lives to awaken the masses to the reality of this world.
There are many people at this time on earth who are struggling with all that is happening in our world.
I was guided with this message and design back in 2019 - it started many months before it was completed by December of that year.
I hope that this message will bring some understanding and comfort to anyone who is struggling right now.
Despite her name Black Winged Goddess, she does bring a message of Hope and Unity to humanity.
We are living in times of great destruction of the world as we know it, earth changes, fires, floods, earthquakes.
Here alone in Australia we sit in horror at the extent of the fires rampage across the country. Unprecedented fires and weather in the history of our existence (well what is on record)
Whilst horrific - the earth we live on has always been full of cyclic changes.
Ancient cities have been discovered under the sea, we are naive to think that the world as we know it will remain the same.
What continents exist now may no longer exist. What coastline exists now is slowly being swallowed up by the ocean.
Volcanic eruptions are changing the face of the planet as are earthquakes - the list is long.
We cannot stop the force of Mother Nature. We live on a planet that has always endured such destruction.
We have pole shifts taking place - all kinds of catastrophic events happening across the Globe. We are but a spit in the ocean to the wide Galaxies that we know of. Yet we think we are precious in some way.
I cannot help but wonder why I was so drawn to create this "Black Winged Goddess" let alone give her the name of Black Winged Goddess. But I was drawn, my soul was pushing me for weeks with a "slight vision" of what I needed to create. It now makes total sense to me why I was so drawn to create The Black Winged Goddess, given the state of our world and humanity.
My soul as always when I listen guides me with powerful messages and reminds me to just 'be' to accept 'what is'.
We may not like the current state of our world, but it is what it is and all we can do is stay strong within ourselves and hold the power of 'love' in our hearts despite seeing so much being played out on the planet.
Kali (Hindu) - was known as a deity of the Fearsome Demon destroying Goddess who represents death and rebirth - so her name means "Black One".
We can never truly comprehend or understand the power of mother nature - we have abused her for centuries, taken her for granted and she is a living breathing consciousness so powerful that we dare not go up against here.
In recent years we have seen the influence of the feminine energy on earth which for eons has been dominated by the male energy.
So it makes complete sense to me that we are witness to so much destruction on the planet.
We are witness to the destruction of our societies as we know it, breakdown of families, law, politics.
So much of humanity is at war with the 'system', the injustices, and the lack of balance within our society. The homeless, the abused, the forgotten souls, the mental health issues that seem to have become rampant, the rise of Corporate wealth while humanity is trapped in slavery. We have learnt nothing as a humanity over the past how many hundred years?
In order for rebirth, for new growth, a culling needs to take place - hence the energy of the Black Winged Goddess she is both the Destroyer and the Giver of New Life.
We have elected to be here at this time on the planet - despite the suffering we witness or endure - I know at a higher level it is absolutely necessary for real change to take place.
Our world is a very different place to the one we have known - and whilst we have believed we have had a safe and reasonable planet in which to live, the reality is much Evil has existed and people have been brainwashed to the point of being zombies. There has been so much suppression imposed upon humanity even to the extreme of vaccinations and fluoride to our water supply. All of these chemicals act as suppressants to our brain! It has been a deliberate agenda of the existing power on earth. Their agenda has always been to rule, control and suppress the populous.
Humanity is awakening and with this will be uproar, dis - ease, a culling if you like. It is time for humanity to step out of fear and into their true power which is within each and every one of us.
New growth, new beginnings but not before the dismantling of the old - it has to be this way.
These times we are living through were written in history.
So I have created "The Black Winged Goddess" she is available in different styles, inside a Dome with beautiful etched glass or stand alone. She will rotate or can be static.
She is available on MP in the Stand Alone version (rotating) or can be seen in world at my store.
****This POST IS NOT to promote my MP. I will not put my MP link here for this reason. If anyone does not have the money and would like a version of her please send me a notecard in world with your full name and I will happily send one to you. This is NOT about promoting my MP it is about assisting humanity at this time***.
I hope you enjoy and embrace 'The "Black Winged Goddess' and rather be in fear of her - understand she brings 'New Life" but first the old has to die for the new to be born.
How appropriate for a New Year of 2020 fast approaching.
Interestingly and unconsciously I created 4 of these Black Winged Goddesses.
The year 2020 equates to the number 4 in Numerology.
The #4 represents a Universal energy. (see below for a deeper understanding of the #4)
The # 2 - Is the most feminine and often underestimated when it comes to power and strength. She is always gentle, tactful, diplomatic, forgiving and understanding. She likes to keep peace and likes to avoid confrontation. # 2 is the survivor and extremely resilient force. Her shape looks as though she is bent back on a knee with head bowed in humility and service. However when enough pressure is applied to the # 2 energy. Some would perceive her as weak and powerless due to this servitude shape. However never underestimate the power behind #2 because she represents the power (double) #1 who is the all powerful warrior who will shake and destroy no matter what. So #2 brings the balance but never underestimate the power of 2 Energy.
The #4 Energy in more detail
The 4 is without a doubt masculine, reflecting strength and stability. His chief characteristics are dependability, productivity, punctuality and obedience. He is trustworthy, patient, conventional and a traditionalist.
Tend to be rule followers. 4 is the area of sciences, upholding the law (such as Government and the military). The #4 represents Disciplined, systematic, Dependable, Strong. Loyal
Four is the basis of all solid objects. Four points are used in constructing the simplest solid and thus four is the number symbolizing the way of construction. In many religions, four is seen as the number for earth, and representing the four elements, Air Earth, Water and Fire.
At its extreme 4's can tend to overreact to violence.
So 2020 seems to have more challenges ahead and I suspect we will be seeing more uprising across the planet (#2 energy) with totalitarianism (#4 energy) being played out like never before. Perhaps more of what the world has witnessed in Hong Kong this year.
It is as if the two energies Masculine & Feminine are battling against one another. But at the same time, I cannot help but feel and acknowledge UNITY - and this is what I will remain focused upon during the year ahead. We must stand united. We are after all 'one humanity'
We are without doubt living in very challenging times.
May peace be with you!
Copyright December 2019 Chant Lyric
Please share with anyone who you believe may take some comfort during these days - not because I want awards, in fact I do not want awards. This is for humanity and was given to me through the Grace of God
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Moments of beautiful freedom.
I have always been reluctant to put human figures in my photos, I have always preferred to keep the landscape as wild as possible.
However, when this scene presented itself to me, I couldn't help but insert those two hikers - who unknowingly helped me to show the greatness and majesty of the Icelandic highlands.
Nausicaa , symbol of Hospitality/ Xenia in Greek, welcomes Ulysses and offers him help.
From Homer's Odyssey
Yes, this is a different train to the other!! Unknowingly having statesman coaches and a pair of 47s on, 47826 tnt 47804 pass Kettlesbeck with 5z11 Carnforth-Hitchin.
A totally lucky capture, caught as the steam train was leaving for Sheringham at a 1940's event in Holt, Norfolk. I don't know the young lady but would dearly love to thank her for unknowingly providing me with one of my favourite shots :-)
Hasselblad 500C/M
Carl Zeiss Planar T 80mm NDx4
Fomapan 100
Rodinal 1+50
I don’t shoot 6x6 too often for some reasons. Maybe it is because the format itself leaves no room for error in composition. Other formats does not give me such pressure as 6x6 does. Actually I like the square format a lot and often unknowingly cropped the 6x9, 6x12…into square format after looking at these photos for sometime.
Here is Warner Bros. official Letters from Iwo Jima site:
iwojimathemovie.warnerbros.com/lettersofiwojima/framework...
... one of the great historical movies of our time. Yesterday I watched this movie with Scotty, a friend of mine from Austin. Scotty was a marine on Peliliu in November 1944 when that island was taken from the Japanese by U.S. Marines. Scotty has one of the medals, seen worn by General Kuribayashi, The Order of the Rising Sun. Scotty told me the intriguing story of how he came to be in possession of the medal, but I don't have his permission to retell it here. The medal is the one General Kuribayashi is wearing around his neck in the illustration here. Scotty promised to bring the medal next time he comes and I'll scan it and make him a color print of this image, so he can have it framed with a picture of it being worn. Scotty's job with the Marines on Peliliu was to repair telephone lines. In 1944 radios were powred through tubes which had very delicate filaments and were often out of order. Communications therefore fell back on field telephones which transmitted over wires. As the wires were discovered and cut by the enemy, Scotty would be sent out to repair them. At first his commanding officer sent two guards to go with him, but after a few trips, Scotty asked permission to go alone, because three marines made too much noise and increased the danger of the assignment.
And so, two old men sat and watched a movie and gained a better understanding of those people we hated so intensely, so many years ago. Even, had they been victorious, the Japanese soldier suffered more than the American soldier, simply because of cultural differences. The movie reveals this abundantly..
Wikipedia's Plot Summary:
The film is based on the non-fiction books "Gyokusai sōshikikan" no etegami ("Picture letters from the Commander in Chief" by General Tadamichi Kuribayashi (portrayed on screen by Ken Watanabe) and So Sad To Fall In Battle: An Account of War[4] by Kumiko Kakehashi about the Battle of Iwo Jima. While some characters such as Saigo are fictional, the overall battle as well as several of the commanders are based upon actual people and events.
In 2005, Japanese archaeologists explore tunnels on Iwo Jima. They find something in the dirt, and the scene changes to Iwo Jima in 1944. Private First Class Saigo, a baker conscripted into the Imperial Japanese Army, and his platoon are grudgingly digging beach trenches on the island. Meanwhile, Lieutenant General Tadamichi Kuribayashi arrives to take command of the garrison and immediately begins an inspection of the island defenses. He saves Saigo and his friend Kashiwara from a beating by Captain Tanida for having uttered 'unpatriotic speeches', and orders the men to stop digging trenches on the beach and begin tunnelling defenses into Mount Suribachi.
Later, Lieutenant Colonel Baron Takeichi Nishi, a famous Olympic gold medalist show jumper, joins Kuribayashi for dinner. They discuss the grim prospect of no naval or air support and the fanaticism their fellow officers would show. Kuribayashi evacuates the civilian population of Iwo Jima to mainland Japan. He clashes with some of his senior officers, who do not agree with his strategy of defending inland instead of the beaches; Kuribayashi believes the Americans will take the beaches quickly, and only the mountain defenses will have a better chance for holding out against the enemy.
Poor nutrition and unsanitary conditions take their toll on the garrison; many die of dysentery, including Kashiwara. The Japanese troops begin using the caves as barracks. Kashiwara's replacement, a young soldier named Superior Private Shimizu, arrives for duty on the island. Saigo and his friends suspect that Shimizu is a spy sent from Kempeitai to report on disloyal soldiers since he was trained at a Kempeitai institute. The first American aerial bombings occur shortly after, causing significant casualties. After the raid, Saigo is sickened when he sees the corpse of a friend, still sitting upright. Another casualty was Jupiter, Baron Nishi's horse, which was also killed by a bomb. The raid forces the Japanese to dig deeper into the volcanic island. A few days later, U.S. Marines land on Iwo Jima and the Japanese open fire. The battle for Iwo Jima begins.
As the landings occur, the American troops suffer heavy casualties, but the Japanese beach defenses are quickly overcome, and the attack turns to the defensive positions on Mount Suribachi. Saigo assists the defense by carrying ammunition to machine gunners. When a Japanese machine gunner is killed by a shell from an American ship, Saigo is ordered by the company commander to use his rifle, since the machine gun is damaged. He handles it so clumsily that he is sent to retrieve some machine guns instead. While delivering the request from his company commander to the commander of the Suribachi garrison, Saigo overhears General Kuribayashi radioing orders to retreat northward. The Suribachi commander, however, ignores the order from the general and instead orders Saigo to deliver a message ordering the men of his company to commit suicide. The Japanese soldiers of Saigo's unit commit suicide with grenades, including Saigo's friend Nozaki, and Captain Tanida shoots himself in the head with his Type 14 8 mm Nambu Pistol, but Saigo runs away and leaves the cave with Shimizu, convincing him that it is more productive to continue the fight rather than die. They come across two other Japanese soldiers, but one gets incinerated by an American flamethrower through a hole in the tunnel, causing the three remaining soldiers to flee. They then come across Japanese soldiers beating and tourturing a captured Marine (There are beliefs the captured Marine was Ralph "Iggy" Ignatowski). The Marine pleads to the Japanese to have mercy on him, although his plea falls on deaf ears as the Japanese soldiers stab him to death with bayonets, much to Saigo's disgust.
Saigo and the remaining Japanese soldiers in Mount Suribachi attempt to flee under the orders of Lieutenant Oiso and flee the tunnels at night. However, they run into U.S. Marines, who wipe out all the Japanese troops except for Saigo and Shimizu. The two men flee to friendly lines, but they are accused by Lieutenant Ito of deserting Suribachi. Ito raises his katana to execute Saigo and Shimizu for cowardice when General Kuribayashi appears to stop the punishment, confirming that he had indeed ordered the retreat and thus saving Saigo for the second time.
The soldiers from the caves attempt a futile attack against American positions, with the Japanese taking heavy losses. Saigo and the surviving soldiers are told to regroup with Colonel Nishi. Ito then heads towards the American lines with three land mines, intending to throw himself under an American tank. The next morning, heavy fighting takes place. The Japanese take casualties, but manage to kill several U.S. Marines and destroy a tank. Lieutenant Okubo, Nishi's executive officer shoots a U.S. Marine, who is subsequently captured by Nishi's men. He reveals his name to be Sam, and Nishi orders his medic to give him aid despite the Japanese's dwindling medical supplies. Despite their efforts, the Marine dies of his wounds. Nishi reads a letter the American received from his mother.
As a bomb hits Nishi's cave, Nishi is badly wounded and blinded. His men bind his wounds, and Nishi orders them to another position on the island. As a last favor, he asks Lieutenant Okubo to leave him a rifle. After leaving that position, the soldiers hear a distant gunshot from Nishi's cave.
Being fed up with the battle, Saigo says to Shimizu that he will surrender to the Americans and does not care if Shimizu reports this to the Kempeitai. Shimizu divulges to Saigo that he had been dishonorably discharged from the Kempeitai. In a flashback, it is revealed that he was discharged because he refused to obey a superior's order to kill a barking dog. He was then reassigned to Iwo Jima. This causes Saigo's attitude towards Shimizu to soften considerably. Shimizu breaks down and fearfully asks Saigo to surrender with him. Shimizu and another soldier attempt to flee the cave where they are stationed. Okubo orders them to halt; when they fail to stop, he shoots the other soldier while Shimizu escapes.
Shimizu surrenders to a U.S. Marine patrol and finds himself in the company of another Japanese soldier who had surrendered. The patrol moves on, leaving Shimizu and the other Japanese soldier and two Marines. One of the American guards, who does not want to be burdened with POWs, later shoots them, much to the other Marine's surprise and the two catch up to their patrol. The dead soldiers are discovered by the Japanese and Lieutenant Okubo points it out as a lesson for anyone else who wishes to surrender. Saigo, deeply saddened by his death, puts Shimizu's senninbari on his dead body.
Meanwhile, Ito has not come across any American forces to attack. Desperate, exhausted, and malnourished, his fanatical will breaks and when American Marines find him, he surrenders.
Saigo and the remaining survivors find that Kuribayashi's cave is under attack, and a fierce battle rages. They charge through the crossfire, and lose several men, including Lieutenant Okubo who successfully neutralizes an American Browning M1919 machine gun and its crew. They enter the cave under a storm of American bullets, meeting up with Kuribayashi, who recognizes Saigo. One last attack with all the remaining men is planned. Kuribayashi orders Saigo to stay behind and destroy all the documents, including his own letters to his family. By this, Kuribayashi saves Saigo's life a third time. Kuribayashi and his remaining troops launch their final attack. Most of Kuribayashi's men are killed, and Kuribayashi is critically wounded.
Kuribayashi's loyal aide Fujita drags him away from the battle. The next morning, Kuribayashi orders his aide to behead him; however, the aide is shot dead by an American sniper as he raises his sword. Saigo appears at this moment, having buried some of the documents in the cave instead of burning them all. Summoning his last reserves of strength, the very weak Kuribayashi asks Saigo to bury him so that nobody will find him. Kuribayashi then draws his pistol, an American M1911 — revealed in two previous flashbacks to be a gift Kuribayashi was given in the United States before the war, at a party in which he was the guest of honor — and shoots himself in the chest. Saigo carries away the dead general (unknowingly leaving the pistol behind near Fujita) and buries his body at another location.
Later in the day, a patrol of American Marines come across Fujita's body. One Marine claims Kuribayashi's pistol and another claims Fujita's sword as war trophies. They then search the area and find an exhausted Saigo with a shovel in his hand. Upon seeing the pistol tucked into a Marine's belt, Saigo swings angrily and wildly at the Americans with his shovel. Too weak to fight properly, Saigo is knocked unconscious with a rifle butt and is taken on to a U.S. aid station on the beach. Awakening a while later, he glimpses the setting sun, with ships in the distance, as well as a U.S. truck, and smiles grimly.
The scene shifts back to the Japanese archaeologists who uncover the bag of letters written by Japanese soldiers on the island, never sent, that Saigo buried in 1945. As the letters fall from the bag, the voices of the fallen Japanese soldiers are heard reading from them.
It has always bothered me how someone can so unknowingly destroy something once so beautiful. Left in neglect to wither and rot in the times of forgiveness.
We never knew this church ruin existed in the heart of Lisbon until my friend unknowingly spotted the top part of it when we were at the top of the hill overlooking the city. It took us about an hour to get to this place by foot from where we were. Thanks to our "talented" instinct of memorising those nearby coloured buildings from the lookout, well.. we got lost quite a few times trying to take short cuts through small streets.. going up & down the hills. All these hardwork just brought me back to those days when I thought Rome almost killed me with their 7 hills, now I can say that Lisbon can easily take the crown in this case!
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About
The Ruins Of Carmo Church & Convent in Lisbon, Portugal
The Shot
3 exposure shots (+2..0..-2 EV) in RAW with tripod
Camera :: Canon 5D Mark II
Lens :: Canon EF 15mm F/2.8 Fisheye
Photomatix
- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option
Photoshop
- Added 2 layer mask effect of 'curves' to increase the contrast
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (yellows & reds) to tone down the structures
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (yellows) to darken the vegetations
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'black and white' (red filter) @ 50% opacity to create the slight IR monotone effect
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Throughout history, female nudes have been used in cemetery/memorial art. For a deeper examination, visit northstargallery.com/pages/Sensualilty.htm
Many images in this set were taken inside Forest Lawn Memorial Park's (California, USA) Great Mausoleum.
The general public is not allowed to enjoy these and many other works of art in the Great Mausoleum. Entry is granted only to those able to afford the high price of admission and their living family members.
Why?
I turned the door handle of the Great Mausoleum at Forest Lawn in Glendale, California, USA and as the heavy door opened, I entered another world.
The massive, cathedral-like structure houses not only the remains of thousands able to afford the lofty ticket price for admission, it houses beautiful works of art. Sculptures, stained glass windows and ceilings, elegant marble throughout and massive architecture...all are off limits to the general public.
I didn't know at the time I turned that door knob, that Forest Lawn is consumed about keeping this structure and its contents strictly away from public view. I was simply a guy trying to take photos I like who quickly realized the challenges posed in this setting. I was simply on quest that began at the cemetery where my Mom and brother were buried almost twenty years ago.
One can attend a viewing of a stained glass window, The Last Supper, but, I've since returned (hoping to share with my family the splendor within) asking to enter the mausoleum. We were turned away. Forest Lawn's policy strictly prohibits entry to the general public.
Why? One would think that Forest Lawn (and its founder Mr. Eaton and its longtime and current President and CEO, John Llewellyn, would want to share with the wider world, the beauty contained within given the frequent ugliness which hits us in daily life...providing a form of comfort which is their business.
Forest Lawn loves attention but only on their terms. It thrives being known as the Disneyland of death services (and I mean that in the most respectful way ...after all, Walt Disney himself chose Forest Lawn) and hundreds of the famous and infamous call Forest Lawn home.
It is obvious Forest Lawn takes its mission seriously and provides a needed service exhibiting the highest levels of excellence from its impeccable grounds, to fine facilities and attentive staff.
Forest Lawn's theatrical stagings for adults and school children, its public art, museum and grounds filled with celebrities and movers and shakers, convey a seemingly mixed message when it comes to excluding the public from the massive amounts of great art held within the Great Mausoleum.
Why the exclusion? Staffing its maze of halls isn't a concern; staff members are everywhere throughout the park. Security? Sure it's in a bad neighborhood. But, as I wandered unknowingly in this remarkable place from which I was supposed to be excluded, I never saw graffiti...even in the restroom.
In fact, I never saw another soul (sorry, no pun intended). And, that, to me, is sad.
As I wandered, I was challenged by low light, by my impulse to rush my hand held shots since I had a vague gut feeling I was alone, but not; that someone was about to find me taking photos in a place where I was the forbidden invader...the only one...alive...appreciating fine art. Certainly, those entombed can not enjoy it.
Mr. Llewellyn, please open the doors to the Great Mausoleum for the public and the profound and positive impact its will have on us.
Mr. Llewellyn, I extend this offer:
if you have looked at my photos and they have spoken to you, please contact me. I will offer my photographic services to Forest Lawn to use in ways upon which we can agree.
The possibilities are limitless:
I can photographically catalog all of Forest Lawn's art at all its properties; the images could be published in many forms...books, dvd sets, and more; guided tours; respectful events built around the art and the images; museum exhibits.
Again, the possibilities are limitless and all can be accomplished in good taste equal to your mission statement and still be respectful of your residents and their families and, serve to educate and benefit the larger public.
Thank you,
Casual Clicks
A BIT OF BACKGROUND:
Many years ago after burying my mother and brother within days of the other, I was wandering their cemetery pondering and was intrigued by the statues I saw.
I was taken by the artist's talent in being able to capture the female form (since that was all the cemetery had). The sculptor's manipulation of the viewer's perceptions...cloth and how it draped, creating muscle tone, emotions displayed in facial expressions, all created from stone, piqued my interest.
I began an informal quest to research and find as many sculptures and to photograph them which overwhelmingly depicted the female nude (or partially so) in the cemetery/memorial setting.
As my cemetery visits grew, I began to realize that many of the sculptures seemingly evoked a sensuality in this form of memorial art.
Here, then, is my photos...a project in evolution...the female form as portrayed in an often sensual manner in memorial art.
Throughout history, female nudes have been used in cemetery/memorial art. For a deeper examination, visit northstargallery.com/pages/Sensualilty.htm
Many images in this set were taken inside Forest Lawn Memorial Park's (California, USA) Great Mausoleum.
The general public is not allowed to enjoy these and many other works of art in the Great Mausoleum. Entry is granted only to those able to afford the high price of admission and their living family members.
Why?
I turned the door handle of the Great Mausoleum at Forest Lawn in Glendale, California, USA and as the heavy door opened, I entered another world.
The massive, cathedral-like structure houses not only the remains of thousands able to afford the lofty ticket price for admission, it houses beautiful works of art. Sculptures, stained glass windows and ceilings, elegant marble throughout and massive architecture...all are off limits to the general public.
I didn't know at the time I turned that door knob, that Forest Lawn is consumed about keeping this structure and its contents strictly away from public view. I was simply a guy trying to take photos I like who quickly realized the challenges posed in this setting. I was simply on quest that began at the cemetery where my Mom and brother were buried almost twenty years ago.
One can attend a viewing of a stained glass window, The Last Supper, but, I've since returned (hoping to share with my family the splendor within) asking to enter the mausoleum. We were turned away. Forest Lawn's policy strictly prohibits entry to the general public.
Why? One would think that Forest Lawn (and its founder Mr. Eaton and its longtime and current President and CEO, John Llewellyn, would want to share with the wider world, the beauty contained within given the frequent ugliness which hits us in daily life...providing a form of comfort which is their business.
Forest Lawn loves attention but only on their terms. It thrives being known as the Disneyland of death services (and I mean that in the most respectful way ...after all, Walt Disney himself chose Forest Lawn) and hundreds of the famous and infamous call Forest Lawn home.
It is obvious Forest Lawn takes its mission seriously and provides a needed service exhibiting the highest levels of excellence from its impeccable grounds, to fine facilities and attentive staff.
Forest Lawn's theatrical stagings for adults and school children, its public art, museum and grounds filled with celebrities and movers and shakers, convey a seemingly mixed message when it comes to excluding the public from the massive amounts of great art held within the Great Mausoleum.
Why the exclusion? Staffing its maze of halls isn't a concern; staff members are everywhere throughout the park. Security? Sure it's in a bad neighborhood. But, as I wandered unknowingly in this remarkable place from which I was supposed to be excluded, I never saw graffiti...even in the restroom.
In fact, I never saw another soul (sorry, no pun intended). And, that, to me, is sad.
As I wandered, I was challenged by low light, by my impulse to rush my hand held shots since I had a vague gut feeling I was alone, but not; that someone was about to find me taking photos in a place where I was the forbidden invader...the only one...alive...appreciating fine art. Certainly, those entombed can not enjoy it.
Mr. Llewellyn, please open the doors to the Great Mausoleum for the public and the profound and positive impact its will have on us.
Mr. Llewellyn, I extend this offer:
if you have looked at my photos and they have spoken to you, please contact me. I will offer my photographic services to Forest Lawn to use in ways upon which we can agree.
The possibilities are limitless:
I can photographically catalog all of Forest Lawn's art at all its properties; the images could be published in many forms...books, dvd sets, and more; guided tours; respectful events built around the art and the images; museum exhibits.
Again, the possibilities are limitless and all can be accomplished in good taste equal to your mission statement and still be respectful of your residents and their families and, serve to educate and benefit the larger public.
Thank you,
Casual Clicks
A BIT OF BACKGROUND:
Many years ago after burying my mother and brother within days of the other, I was wandering their cemetery pondering and was intrigued by the statues I saw.
I was taken by the artist's talent in being able to capture the female form (since that was all the cemetery had). The sculptor's manipulation of the viewer's perceptions...cloth and how it draped, creating muscle tone, emotions displayed in facial expressions, all created from stone, piqued my interest.
I began an informal quest to research and find as many sculptures and to photograph them which overwhelmingly depicted the female nude (or partially so) in the cemetery/memorial setting.
As my cemetery visits grew, I began to realize that many of the sculptures seemingly evoked a sensuality in this form of memorial art.
Here, then, is my photos...a project in evolution...the female form as portrayed in an often sensual manner in memorial art.
Swara Lannock's tail lashed back and forth behind him slowly as he unknowingly drew that rough, pink tongue across his dark hued lips. Battered and nicked ears flicked at the voices that rose up from below, listening intently to what he could catch of the conversation as he continued to keep that unflinching stare of rust colored eyes fixed on Guin. He wondered for a moment about her reaction if she would spot him perched up here...he wasn't trying to hide any longer. Spotted fingers drifted to his belt again to pull out another small object, this time dropping it straight down below him where it would land with a dull crack. His head tilting to one side curiously.
Sebastian Ricks tilts his head. "They're the rooster crowing on top of the dungheap, bonita. Or they think they are. Makes them want to strut. Not surprised they're visiting the church. From what I know of the UAC, they don't like it when their playthings get away. Or forget their place." The soft clatter behind him makes him turn. He glances at the floor, then casually lifts his eyes to the balcony above. "Oh look, bonita," he drawls. "A furry cockroach."
Guinevere Fouroux's lips twist in a dry smile, rather enjoying the image of UAC soldiers as preening roosters... she only wishes they were so powerless. "Nothing but bullies," she mutters, but before she can say anything else something drops to the carpet behind him. Her eyes drop, brow furrowing, and she steps closer to it as she sees Bastian look up. Crouching, she reaches out with tentative fingers, then draws back sharply. "It's a bone," she whispers, then follows his gaze. Her breath catches. White... white and gray, and it's all she remembers. Everything and nothing. She stumbles back, back to her feet, eyes on the balcony. "I think... " She swallows, and blinks rapidly. "I think that's him... "
Sebastian Ricks steps past Guin. He rolls the bone toward him with his boot, then crouches with absent grace to pick it up. "Finger bone," he clarifies. It vanishes into his pocket as if it had never been. "The one who bit you?" he asks, cocking his head to eye the cat perched over their heads. With a cold, bright grin, he straightens and gives the cat a mocking wave. "Hey there, ese. Back for seconds?"
Swara Lannock's mouth drew into a wide wolfish grin as she looked up, two thick carnivorous fangs peeking out from beneath his upper lip, not the type of fangs you would expect on a neko, these were made distinctly big cat incisors. His tail swayed wildly, enough so that the tip would be seen swinging up from behind the low wall he perched on. It was apparent he gained far too much amusement from the woman's reaction. He watched with curious eyes as the finger bone was scooped up and deposited away like some trinket..his trinket to be exact. "You smell, delicious...ape" he murred in a playful, yet dangerous tone. The male's words didn't go unheard, he just chose to let them go unanswered for now.
Sebastian Ricks folds his arms over his chest in a flutter of black lace cuffs. "Eh, bonita, what are you gonna do? Like being chased down by a rabid dog, hey?" He watches the cat with a sly smile. "Just a dumb animal. Don't know no better."
During my day off in Athens yestarday, I drove to Cap Sounion to visit the Temple of Poseidon and relax at some of the beautiful beaches along the coastal road leading there.
In the afternoon thick smoke started to cover the sky, almost blocking out the glaring sun and drenching the landscape with eerie light. A gusting wind started blowing and the air smelled of burned wood, while flakes of ash covered my car.
It was clear that a bushfire was raging somewhere in the vincinity, but I only realized today how devastating those fires are, killing more than 50 people.
It is shocking that you can enjoy a beautiful day, unknowing that a few miles away disaster strikes and people are loosing the battle for their bare lifes...
My thoughts are with the victims and their families.
Within the mountains of North Carolina, an ancient vortex exists. The town of Missing Mile that form Soap County were unknowingly constructed over its energy leylines, opening doors to the supernatural. Of course everything was hidden from humans eyes and it was a nostalgic place to be if it was just at least for a few hours. this time I came with my head way up and walking without fear on the streets, even want to have any sort of encounter, but the night went calm and I spend my night without any upset, perhaps some word was given to finally let me be.
Helping my wife doing some housework when I found this little guy! Little things always appear, unknowingly, in our home!
Our Daily Challenge - LOOK WHAT I FOUND/SAW
Actually it is a light post illuminating on the point at Royal Military College reflecting into the waters of Lake Ontario.
It reminded me of what you would see on a really bad Sci Fi B Movie of how the aliens would transport poor unknowing people up to their craft to take them on an intergalactic journey.
I think I'm tired if I see this.... :-) Tell me what you see!
Nite all :-)
Die Bergwelt ändert sich schlagartig, wenn man ahnungslos die "Tour de Mont Blanc" streift...
- dipping unknowingly into a part of "Tour de Mont Blanc"
Grand Col Ferret, 2490m
Mamiya 7, 65 4.0
Kodak Ektar 100
Epson V700, Silverfast
I think it's the lean that leads me to believe the Peter Iredale is still hoping that someday it will be pulled back into the sea.
Thank you to the gentlemen who, unknowingly, walked into my photo.
The Battle of Tumhalad took place in the year 495 of the First Age. Leading up to the battle, a human man named Túrin Turambar persuaded King Orodreth of Nargothrond to build a great bridge, connecting his secretive elven city to the rest of Western Beleriand. Orodreth then used this bridge, marching thousands of elves to meet the forces of Morgoth in open battle. These elves were accustomed to raiding and ambushing smaller bands of orcs and were, unknowingly, marching to their deaths. Tragically, the elves were surrounded, forced into the nearby plain of Tumhalad, and slaughtered by countless hordes of orcs.
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During the battle, Orodreth was slain and Gwindor was fatally wounded. Túrin escaped the field with Gwindor only to watch him die soon after. Following the defeat of the elves, Nargothrond itself was besieged and taken by Glaurung, a dragon loyal to Morgoth. This battle was a part of the larger War of the Jewels which lasted around 500 years.
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Detail pictures on Instagram (@natelego_) I hope you like this build. I’ve been working on it since this past March and am very pleased with how it came out. As usual, please leave some feedback for where/what I could improve upon. Any and all shares greatly appreciated. I have about 90 elves, helmets by @brickforge and shields by @dan_nicebricks . I also used a new technique with @getcrazybricks crazy arms to hold the shield tighter and across the figure’s chest. Spruce design is by @fullplatebuilds . I want to especially thank @koscheilego and @amazebricks for all their help with this. This will be at BrickFair VA starting today, but the figures will be placed on public days only (most likely). If you can spot the characters mentioned above, comment down below! Also, for obvious reasons (not enough time or money) there is no dragon.