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Had the grandkids all day.. They were great fun and a bit hyper re Christmas!!
Need to go chase the sunset to untangle my brain, whilst Jill fell asleep on the couch!!
We are still regaining our stamina after being 'covidy' earlier this week!!
All systems go for tomorrow!!
Happy Christmas!! (Again!)
Upper Canada Village, on the St Lawrence River, in Ontario, in a reconstitution of a 19th century Royalist village
internet went down, untangled all the wires and cables to the modem thing and wireless thing, reset everything after getting secure......just downloaded new drivers for old scanner....successfully....which is kinda different for me...just posting this so I can remember when i did it , although I'll never remember how I did it....
so if you don't here from me for a while you will know that it was a temporary fluke of good that i needed this morning....
January 12, 2016 - Striped Dolphins Slaughter – at Taiji, Japan
At approximately 8:15am, local Japan time, the Cove Guardians witnessed in horror as the fleet of banger boats again came together in formation.
The pod of 48-50 Striped dolphins were obviously exhausted as they were forced along the coast of Taiji into the killing cove. Quickly once inside the killing cove, the entire family was rushed under the killing tarps where three killers were waiting to end the lives of the innocent pod.
No captives were taken today. The entire pod of 48-50 Striped dolphins was slaughtered.
The atrocities that occurred today will continue until the end of February when the 2015-2016 drive-hunt season ends. The hunters call this tradition, it seems more like the destruction of innocent lives !!!
Sites for more information :
Sea Shepherd Cove Guardians Page (official)
www.facebook.com/SeaShepherdCoveGuardiansOfficialPage
Cove Guardians
www.seashepherd.org/cove-guardians
Photo: Sea Shepherd
Want to go on a galactic treasure hunt? Data known as spectra from NASA’s Webb Telescope make it easy to find – and match up – cosmic prizes!
At far left is a near-infrared image of galaxy cluster SMACS 0723. A group of massive galaxies below and to the right of the bright central star have distorted, magnified, and mirrored many galaxies in this field.
By quickly examining the image at left by eye, it becomes clearer that one arc may be made up of two similar-looking galaxies. Their bright central regions match, despite their stretched appearances. These may be lensed galaxies – one galaxy that is mirrored in a second location. Are they the same? Researchers can’t be sure from the image alone – more data are needed to confirm a match.
Scientists do this by gathering spectra, which spread light out so they can fully examine an object’s makeup. Webb’s Near-Infrared Imager and Slitless Spectrograph (NIRISS), which gathers spectra of every object in any field it observes, was pointed at the galaxy cluster to gather more detail. A segment of the NIRISS grism image (an instrument that has a grating, or stair steps, on a prism), at center, shows how ionized oxygen and atomic hydrogen emission lines are distributed along the arc.
Next, the spectra from each of these two galaxies were plotted as graphs, shown at right, to reveal their compositions. The graphs, known as spectra, match, which indicates that these arcs are mirror images of the same galaxy. Webb’s spectra from NIRISS also quickly proved that light from both galaxies was emitted 9.3 billion years ago, further confirming they are one and the same.
Using Webb’s NIRISS is like opening a treasure chest overflowing with spectra. For example, this instrument can disperse the spectra along the image vertically and horizontally. Researchers can use both modes to untangle which lines match each source.
Every object’s image can be transformed into spectra like the two shown above. So even if researchers aren’t intending to study a particular galaxy in the field, they may make a surprise discovery.
For a full array of Webb’s first images and spectra, including downloadable files, please visit: webbtelescope.org/news/first-images
NIRISS was contributed by the Canadian Space Agency (CSA). The instrument was designed and built by Honeywell in collaboration with the Université de Montréal and the National Research Council Canada.
Credits:
IMAGE: NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI
Image description
Infographic titled “Galaxy Cluster SMACS 0723, Webb Spectra Confirm Two Arcs Are the Same Galaxy; NIRISS Imaging, NIRIS Grism, and NIRISS Wide Field Slitless Spectroscopy.” At far left is a large NIRISS image, with two long, arced galaxies toward the center. In the middle is a NIRISS Grism image that shows the light of every object in this segment of the galaxy field, spread out horizontally. The right side shows two line graphs. The brightnesses at each wavelength of the two long, arced galaxies are plotted in two line graphs. The graphs show that the peaks for hydrogen and oxygen occur at the same wavelengths for both galaxies.
For many of us who have to move around Europe on a weekly basis, the cacophony of national rules to fight the coronavirus pandemic makes things very complicated. We need things to be made simpler! Therefore, I’m welcoming the European Commission’s attempt to untangle the web of different travel restrictions in the European Union. Member States currently use different criteria for imposing travel restrictions, but the Commission would like them to base future decisions on common thresholds that take into account the recent number of infections, the percentage of positive tests and the total number of tests carried out. According to the proposal national authorities must send this data to the European Centre for Disease Prevention and Control (ECDC), which will then publish a map with common color codes every week. An area of high coronavirus circulation colored red on the European map will then be automatically colored red for all Member States. Green zones should not be subject to travel restrictions. It remains to be seen to what extent the various countries will accept these recommendations. Let’s hope that common sense will prevail – Frankfurt am Main, Hessen, Germany.
Another one seen in Explore, but obviously not there long enough to register with Scout.. :-)
A slight crop... but otherwise straight from the camera.
This little bee was weaving in and out of the ribbons on this flower... sometimes vanishing under them. I have a whole series of shots of him, sometimes looking as if he'd never be able to get himself untangled. This one shows that he did, of course... :-)
“That was lovely honey Posh, the best I have tasted in a while. Thank you for sharing.”
“My pleasure Bertie, I’m sure if our friend Sky had been here the jar would have been empty by now.”
“Indeed, however, I do think we need to consider ways to free our stuck friend from that red vase for it can’t be very comfortable in there.”
“I suppose so, poor Sky.” Said Posh then giggled a little.
“He said he asked Harrod to go down on all fours so he could climb in, do you think we should do the same to get him out again?”
“No Bertie that would never work. I think we should ask Captain and see what he says.”
“I don’t understand why Captain and not Harrod?”
“Well, if you had been stood and trampled on by Sky, would you be prepared to do the same again only this time for a slightly bigger and heavier bear?”
“I see your point Posh, good thinking. Captain is slightly on the small side though don’t you think?”
“Perhaps, but if we position him correctly, he should be big enough to land on.”
“Land on Posh, I don’t understand?”
“Well the way I see it Bertie is that in order to release Sky, it would be much easier to push the vase over, gently of course, and let him either fall out or crawl once landed. It is likely he will not fall but in the event of things not going quite to plan I thought Captain could act as a means of extra cushioning for Sky’s fall. As I say Bertie, I’m sure he won’t be needed and we’ll make sure that it is just Sky doing the possible landing and not the heavy vase that could fall on the Captain.”
“I see but it all seems slightly dangerous to me. I can’t see the Captain agreeing to being a cushion for the falling Sky no matter how much he likes our friend.”
“Leave it to me, a little bit of bribery in the way of the rest of this jar of honey will be quite sufficient. You go and chat to Sky and keep him company but I shouldn’t mention exactly what we propose doing for it might make our poor stuck friend slightly nervous. Best let it all be a wonderful surprise for him, don’t you think?”
Bertie scratched his head and looked suitably worried.
“I’m not sure what to think Posh but I do know we need to get Sky out of this vase.”
Bertie made his way to see Sky while Posh went to tempt the Captain with the rest of the honey. Posh was very confident in his plans and couldn’t see how anything could go wrong providing he made sure he stood behind the falling vase so it couldn’t fall on him.
“Thank you Captain for helping us as an advisor with this procedure, it really is very simple as you can see. Silly Sky has got himself stuck in this vase and can’t climb out. Stupid bear. I have considered the options and wondered if you thought a big heavy hammer not might be the answer?” He asked.
The Captain shook his head for he could see obvious dangers to all and the vase.
“No Posh that would be far too dangerous and there must be a better way, a safer way for our dear friend Sky.”
“You could find a ladder someone, that would do nicely.” Suggested Sky looking about for help.
“I did think of that Sky but there doesn’t seem to be one about. Let me lean on this jar to rest while we think. You too Bertie, lean beside me.” Said Posh then winked an eye at his friend.
“When I tell you to push Bertie, give it all you have.” Whispered Posh Bear as he watched the Captain walking about deep in thought.
“Harrod helped me last time, why not ask him if he’ll help?” Asked Sky trying to be helpful as he felt the vase tilt slightly to one side when the two bears began leaning against it.
“I didn’t see Harrod so perhaps he has gone shopping for more honey.” Said Posh.
Moments later Posh Bear calculated that the Captain was in about the right place, so gave the instructions to Bertie and together they managed to push the vase over. It fell almost in slow motion and landed gently on its side with Sky landing on a soft cushion and then rolling onto the unfortunate Captain.
“Wow! Boy was that fun; can we do that again please?” Shouted Sky as he untangled himself from the Captain.
“No Sky, you are to stay out of vases in future.” Said Bertie while trying to get to his feet and discovering that somehow Posh had managed to get behind him when they pushed.
“Now do you see what I mean Bertie, as I have often said about dear Sky, no sense – no feeling?” Said Posh Bear.
Bertie nodded his head as he walked over to help Captain up from the floor and dust him down.
“Sorry about that Captain I do hope you are all right and haven’t been hurt by Sky’s fall.”
“No not at all, I think it was Sky’s head that hit me most and we all know how soft that is.”
“Poor Sky, it has been quite an ordeal for you so please come back with me and have some honey, you too Captain.” Said Bertie producing a jar of honey from behind his back that he had “borrowed” from Posh Bear earlier.
“What about me Bertie?” Asked Posh.
“Of course you are invited too Posh, I think you’ll like the taste of this honey, it is very like that we tasted earlier.”
I was amazed at how tangled up the petals had gotten inside their pod! I hope they figure out how to open up without hurting themselvs!
ヤブカンゾウ － yabukanzou
Hemerocallis fulva var. kwanso
day lily
This wasn't easy. 20 second timer (= max on my nikon), means 20 seconds to:
- get on there
- untangle lights - they always got tangled up again
- wrap myself in lights - without (!) pulling them out
- try to get in a somewhat graceful pose
- keep an eye on the camera timer light to see if it wasn't going off yet
- keep still!
Most shots turned out somewhat psychadelic. Not 100% happy, might try again with an assistent. :p
On another note: I'm waiting for Nikon to step it up. Canon released the 7D recently, I got the chance to test it out the day it came out. Niceness. Wanted a D700 but thinking about my future projects, might want more MP. Canon 5DII sounds very appealing. And has video. *sniffles* Don't make me do it, Nikon! Dooooooon't!
Red Herrings :
Act Three - Herrings shaken, not stirred
Sunday, early Morning.
The Chief Inspectors Superior, roused out of bed by the baron in his castle, called his subordinate at 4:20 in the Sunday morning. The screws were royally applied to the whole affair, he demanded full reports first in thing morning and continuing on a regular basis as developments were made, up until the kidnapped girls were recovered.
The Chief Inspector and his team were back at the investigation by 8 am the next morn .
A run through the Interpol computers came up with a only few isolated events of jewels disappearing while being worn.
A few dances, shopping malls and theatres… but only one or two pieces at a time, nothing ever reported missing from one function on this large a scale. But no descriptions of any of the thieves were obtained, and no arrest reports filed ! So there was a complete dead-end end to that line of inquiry!
There was also received back word back about any matches to his descriptions of the Priest, dark skinned man, two ladies, and the members of the filming crew from the interviewed guests the evening before. Interpol’s collection of known thieves and kidnappers turned up no close hits, although a list of suspected jewel thieves known to be in the area was given, further murking the already muddied up waters a bit….
He handed the lists over to a Detective inspector and his team to trace down any leads.
Now, in the Chief inspectors view, that meant they were a probably after a group of solo thieves who had come up with the idea of collaboration of skills for this event, with a bit of kidnapping on the side. And probably also had managed to stay under the radar, up until now! Which hopefully meant they were younger, and more likely to eventually make a mistake !
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The Chief Inspector than dispatched a Detective Sargent and 4 constables, along with and a dog handler with a German Shepard trained to smell blood and cadavers, back out to St. Andrews to give the grounds a thorough going over in daylight.
There was nothing further to report until 9:am, when the Detective sergeant sent out to check round the hotels had finally located the actor and the actress at the hotel both were staying at. He was in route now with the pair.
Each one, upon arrival, was placed into separate guarded interview rooms.
The information both gave was unfortunately quite limited.
The Chief Inspector interviewed the actor first:
Yes he knew the director, a mid -level talent usually found working in small series. He lived in London, like the actor did.
Yes he knew the director’s London address, but no , he did not know where the director and his crew were spending the weekend in town. Theirs had had been short scripts, with no real, need for rehearsals or meetings. It was only for a test shoot, wasn’t it? So they had only met when the limo had deposited them at the filming site.
The actress was staying in the same hotel, and the Limo had collected and dropped them both off. They had been alone in the Limo, the director and his assistant had ridden in the jumper seat of the black van driven by one of the camera men. No, he never saw them loading anything in the van. Much too busy signing autographs, wasn’t he?
No, other than the director, he had never met or worked with any other members of the film crew.
No, he had never been at St. Davids before, and had not known any of the guests there.
No, he had been too focused on his job to pay any attention to what was going on amongst the guests. He did not see anything unusual.
He read over the descriptions of the troupe of thieves, but did not admit to having noticed then=m either.
Bloody twit, the Chief Inspector though gruffly to himself as he departed the interview, to damn full of himself!
The Actress was than interviewed:
She was a heartbreaker, not overly intelligent, whose main acting credentials apparently were her legs!
She also much gave the same answers as the actor, with a couple of notable exceptions…
She had only done a few plays on the Eastend , and a small part in a tv commercial. This was her first time doing any type of filming for a movie. No she was not contacted by the director personally, her agent had told her about it and had arranged everything.
No, she never heard where the director or his crew were staying, or had ever met or worked with any of em prior to the weekend.
She had met all of them, including the actor, for the first time that night at St. Davids.
Of course she had met the actor first on the Limo drive she corrected herself giggling. No, there had been no rehearsals, the scripts had been simple, and add libbing had been encouraged. since it was only a test shoot with a limited budget, there was to be no dress rehearsals!
Just to be paid for an evening’s work and hotel fare, that was all the job entailed.
She had been at St. Davids before, as a young girl out for a holiday with her parents, had taken the tour of the historic building and grounds.
She also had not really seen anything out of the ordinary going on amongst the guests.
When she had gone through the descriptions she did remember the dark skinned gentleman who she thought looked rather dashing in his tux, and had actually looked out for him during the autograph signing. But he had failed to make an appearance.
Though she thought she had glimpsed him standing off talking to a lady in a green gown in a corner of the garden as she was waiting to sign autographs . But she could not be sure, she giggled nervously...she had looked at the spot while leaving she admitted coyly, but no one was there.
Could she give a description of the lady he was talking too. No she giggled, it had been the dark skinned man she was hoping would have asked for her autograph, not them!
Did you see or meet any priests.
She had remembered seeing a couple of priests, She knew one had met them at the door, but really could not describe him.
All priests looked the same, don’t they now? , she giggled once again, causing the female constable observer to wince as she stood at attention behind the actress.
Did any of the priests ask for your autograph ? Nope, none of them, but that would have been a lark now, wouldn’t it have? She giggled again.
But of course, it had been a priest who had supplied the pens and paper, hadn’t it.
Yes she said after some thought, but giggled, don’t think I would recognize him ever again!
They both, of course tried asking their own questions, but were met with tight lipped silence from the Chief inspector.
Dead ends, the both of them
They were advised not to leave the area until further notice and released.
The Chief Inspector sat in his office pondering…
So, was there a reason a pair of lesser known actors had been recruited. And was it important that neither of them had met or worked with the filming crew before. How much time was actually spent on giving out the autographs? It had been the, or a , priest who had started the autograph session. Was another reason for it, a more sinister one perhaps?
So the Director and his crew were still mysteriously missing, and what part of all this did they play?
He decided that they needed to be the major focus of the investigation…especially since the suspected thieves as of yet, had not been identified.
And after all he reasoned, their van was the only vehicle seen in the area to have been able to conceal 3 kidnap victims!
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The Chief Inspector immediately dispatched the sergeant and a constable to the directors townhouse in London, after contacting Scotland Yard to send a man around and detain the Director, or to hold the area if no one was home until his sergeant detective arrived on scene.
He told the Detective Sergeant, that once the director and crew were rounded up, to make sure he acquired the film… It may came in handy to see what the cameras may have caught in regards to whom was doing to what to whom in the background!
Meanwhile the three victims whom had phoned in that night before, arrived promptly at ten as requested.
The inspector interviewed each of the couples separately:
^^
The first couple came in, a retired colonel and his rather quiet lady.
The colonel tried to do all the talking for both of them, but he was quickly hushed, and his wife, obviously no used to being able to speak in public, managed to wrench out a few syllables.
She had worn a diamond brooch shaped like a robin in flight. A body and wings of diamonds, with red ruby eyes and a red ruby breast. It had belonged to her husband’s mother, one piece of a rather large collection she had inherited some many years back.
They had no children, or close relatives, so they had been there alone. She had gone out to watch the filming in the gardens whilst her husband had been in the smoking area upstairs.
No she had not been in any contact with the film crew…
At first she really did not remember anything else out of the ordinary. But after the Chief Inspector had given her a brief description of the all the suspects, she did recall a rather pleasant priest who apparently had been tripped into her. She had been talking to him when her husband had come with her wrap, and had ever so gallantly helped her on with it. At this her husband snorted.
The Chief Inspector than tried to ask the colonel(ret) some questions, but the man stubbornly refused to admit that he had had time to bother observing anything his fellow guests were doing!
Neither one recalled when the last time they had seen the brooch, not missing it until up in their rooms getting ready to retire.
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The second couple came in, a bit younger than the first, in their forties.
The husband was an investment banker, a rather stuffy, slick specimen with a thin moustache and a gold capped toothy smile. He had spent most of the evening chatting it up with clients and potential clients. With him it was always business, and his wife was frequently left alone to her own devices.
His wife was a tallish lady, quite regal in appearance, poise and manner. She had lost her rather valuable bracelet. She looked sad when she mentioned her lose, her husband just smiled, no worries love, jut buy another, like falling of a horse, the sooner you get back on, the better you will feel!
She had been one of the ones asked to dance in the background and as her husband was not available, had danced with a man whose description fitted with the dark skinned male wearing the fancy tux to a tea.
But she had also been out in the gardens and had remembered talking to a pretty blonde in red taffeta. No, she had not been bumped, and the lady had been a keen on her necklace, holding it up , with her permission, for a better look. Never mentioned or looked at the bracelet?
Do you have any idea when the last time you remembered seeing your bracelet my dear? The Chief Inspector asked curiously.
The wife though long and hard over this, no she admitted, couldn’t remember. But than my mind was on the filming wasn’t it.
So, did you see the two of em together then, the dark skinned Romeo and the lady in red taffeta? No she had not, but she had seen the darker skinned man talking to a younger lady girl wearing a red satin gown.
She gave a description, and it matched that if one of the missing twins, right down to her sparkling jewels.
Where did you see them talking he asked mildly interested ( would not do to scare her off the question) The girl was standing talking to one of the film crew, man with a camera, the man in the tux was standing behind her, also asking questions….
A few more questions produced nothing more of interest, though the Chief Inspector felt that he may at long last be starting to untangle the thorny problem that was his case!
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The third and last couple proved to be no lesser snobs than the first.
The husband was a rather pompous barrister, man in his late 50’s. He sat down with a stern look placed upon his face, listening intently to make sure all questions were prompt and to the point.
His wife was a rather pretty thing, chirpy, with big blue eyes and reddish hair, short ,only about 4’11 and quite a bit younger than the fuming barrister, just barely into her thirties, an autumn spring romance if ever there was…
She had started out twittering her story with a high pitched voice that was almost comical:
Her and her husband had danced a bit, before the Barrister’s knee had flamed up and he sought refuge in the smoking lounge, where he stayed until his wife had collected him early, so he could take his medication before turning in..
Since she was already wearing her wrap, he had not noticed the missing diamond pendent with its diamond chain from around her throat.
Yes, the wife remembered seeing a priest entering with the film crew, and he had actually appeared at her shoulder son after her husband had left and engaged her in friendly conversation.
The wife remembered having danced with a few gentleman during the filming… one of which again matched the description of the Dark skinned Romeo.
He had stood a good 2 heads taller than her, and she remembered how low he had to bend over to talk to her. He had been ever so nice, and had taken her to collect her wrap, and had helped her on with it.
What was your warp the inspector asked?
A white Russian sable cape, with diamond clasps. A gift from her husband, like the pendent….
Nice gifts, thought the chief Inspector dryly, wonder what indiscretions the barrister bloke was paying for ! He thought to himself.
The wife had left right after the filming. Though she would have like to have met the actor. She had seen him entering with a priest, and had seen the priest as her dance partner was helping her into the sable warp wrap. On a lark she thought about staying and asking the priest if he could arrange meeting the actor for her.
She had gone up to him, and had asked him that very same question. He apologized, but said it was not his right to ask him for such a favor. He had been very pleasant about it all, and had complimented her on her attire.
So you showed him what you were wearing. Yes she giggles, I had unfastened me cape so he could get a better look, and I was hoping it would help me make my case. Was that bad of me, trying something like that on a Priest? She chirped coyly.
Her husband snorted his displeasure.
Did you notice atoll if you were still wearing your pendent, no she admitted blushing, I was too nervous about asking the priest my question . He had helped her button back up, and that was the end of it.
She had gone upstairs to collect her husband, and the chauffer drove them home soon afterwards…
The husband just grunted, what she said, when the Chief Inspector tried to delicately question the Barrister.
He let them both go, entering his office to find a pair of sergeants writing out their reports.
The first one reported that none of the hotels checked in the area had the name or description of the director, his assistant or the two cameramen, which in the detectives eyes, made it all the more suspicious about what part they all had played in the kidnappings.
The second sergeant was in from the task force sent to scour the grounds.
No further evidence of the thefts, or of missing girls was uncovered. No scuffle marks, loose jewels, or even a broken branch was found to give a Clue as to what had transpired that evening, or what had happened to the vanished girls..
There was a set of tyre marks leading from the parking lot past the small stone house with the green door. They were suspicious because they appeared to have been made in a hurry, cutting through the lawn to take a short cut. Plaster castes had been made of those imprints..
So nothing really new to put a decent spin on the case, The Chief Inspector thought bleakly..
It was a rather downtrodden Chief Inspector who called in with his bi - hourly update.
He promptly had his head chewed off and served to him on a platter….
Do you mean lad, that three ultra-wealthy girls with important ultra- wealthy parents, and a small fortune in jewels had all vanished, totally and completely, with no evidence to speak of!?
Blimey lad, what have you been playin at, cause it certainly aint the game of detecting!
Not atoll satisfactory Inspector, not atoll !!!
Listen ere now, place every available man on this case, follow down every thread you can find, no matter how thin!
And if those girls are not back with their families within the next 24 hours, you will be demoted so fast your head will spin laddie, and I will find someone to take your sorry place who knows how to run a proper investigation!!!!
It does no good mate, the Chief Inspector’s Superior roared at him through the phone, to eliminate where the girls aren’t, and who has not got them, we need to know where they are and in whose clutches!!!!!!
With that the phone was slammed down on the other end, and the C.I. leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He knew he needed to find answers or heads would have to roll, his being first, knocking down the others like so many bowling nine pins!!
He opened his eyes wide and sat straight up… And why the bloody ‘ell has there been no ransom demand!?
Or had there? He reached for the phone, sending extra men around to the Manor and the Castle telling them to lie low and follow anyone who comes and goes from the house…
Two hours later he still did not have the answer to that particular question about the unsent ransom notes, but he was to find the answer to another perturbing question, and the first real break in the case….!
Two hours later, The two police officers sent by the Chief Inspector had arrived at the directors London town house only to find it deserted. As they stood at the back of the Townhouse talking to an officer form London, a sports car could be heard crunching along the long graveled driveway in front ……………….
End of Act 3
“Quand on rencontre un mystère, on croit généralement être scélérats cachés “
Author Unknown
To be Continued 😉
Some Radio Shack memorabilia as well with today's uploads. I have some A&P memorabilia as well stashed away that I need to photograph and upload some day, some of which dates back to the late 50's. Anyway, this is a Radio Shack Realistic brand VCR that I recently acquired. Realistic was the brand name Radio Shack used for gadgets such as CB Radios, 8 track players, VCR and Betamax players, and other things of that nature over the years. The brand was first introduced in 1954, and gradually discontinued in the 90's. Doing some research, this VCR dates back to 1985. This would have been a very expensive piece of equipment back then, costing a few hundred dollars (now you can get these things for a few dollars at a thrift store). Unfortunately, this VCR ate both the tapes I tried putting in it, both times requiring me to open the top up and carefully untangle the tape without breaking it.
Explored July 25, 2015, #496, but later dropped.
Both these books I am describing today were bought at Sainsburys Books. I’ll tell you something about this fine biography of perhaps the most famous photographer of the 20th century, but in fact I mainly posted it to smuggle in that wonderful portrait shot of Henri Cartier-Bresson by Robert Delpire in 1967.
No single photographer or a camera company has ever had the sort of relationship HC-B had with Leica. Cartier-Bresson was raised into the family that owned a wealthy textile company in France, but he was simply never going into that line of work. He was just too interested in art. However, the family links did give him an introduction to the Leitz family that owned Leica. And on many occasions HC-B visited them and the Leica factories. No one promoted their products more effectively, because no one has ever used a Leica quite like HC-B.
“HENRI CARTIER-BRESSON: A Photographer And His Leica”
blog.samys.com/henri-cartier-bresson-photographer-leica/
Leica revolutionized photography by producing a portable camera that shot 35mm film. This was just the thing that suited the sort of reportage and street photography that HC-B would make famous.
What if I were to tell you that in a span of some 40 years one person took hundreds of thousands of photographs covering events and people such as:
-The Spanish civil war
-Was robbed of all his money on a trip to Mexico and stayed for more than a year living off the income from sales of his street photos
-Ended up in Manhattan and befriended Walker Evans and Paul Strand. Travelled to New Orleans with a young and soon to be famous 20 year old author, named Truman Capote.
-In April 1935 was exhibited in New York in a joint exhibition with Walker Evans (possibly the hottest photographer in America at the time).
-Joined the French infantry at the start of WW2 and became a POW in 1940. After several failed attempts to escape, he managed it successfully in early 1943. Then after the war he returned with camera to the concentration camps to report on some of the most horrific events of the century.
-Continued to take portraits of some of the most famous people in the world – he knew everybody!
-Returned to the USA and in 1947 was given a one man show at MOMA.
-Travelled to India to cover the dramatic last days of the British Raj. He photographed Gandhi and in fact was with him up until an hour before his assassination. His photographs of India in the immediate aftermath are some of the most incredible pictures in journalistic history.
-Covered the violence that led to the breakup of India and the formation of Pakistan.
-Photographed in Indonesia as the Dutch colony began to crumble.
-Was in China when Mao’s Communists took over. These photographs represent some of his most incredible work.
-Visited Iran, Iraq and Egypt (when it was still under British control before the Suez Crisis of 1956).
-Was allowed to travel to the Soviet Union just after Stalin’s death to photograph the ordinary people in a way the West had never seen before.
-He never shot in Vietnam, though his close friend Robert Capa was killed there when he stepped on a landmine.
-He continued to return to these countries and many more (including Japan) to photograph their political and social developments.
-And until 1974 (when he retired from public photography) he never stopped capturing street scenes and portraits wherever he went, because he ALWAYS carried a Leica in his pocket.
HC-B’s photographs have the appearance of having been captured in an instant (he coined the phrase “the decisive moment”), but in fact their compositions are often extremely complex. At the centre of it all was the compositional principal identified by the ancient Indians and Greeks as the “golden ratio”, and exemplified by the Renaissance Masters.
The world often appears complex and chaotic, but essentially it can be described in mathematical terms. The golden ratio (the form is a spiral) is about 1 to 1.618, and represented by the Greek letter phi, Φ. So perhaps that’s the number that gets us close to the meaning of life (with apologies to Douglas Adams, and of course Watson and Crick and the Double Helix). “The Golden Ratio for Art Beginners” www.youtube.com/watch?v=lluL6tuyif8
HC-B’s first great art teacher in Paris was André Lhote (1885-1962). Over the door of his studio was the sign, “No one enters here but for geometricians.” This he took completely to heart. As Assouline puts it, “Cartier-Bresson’s personal gospel might have begun with the words, ‘In the beginning was geometry’. There could be no better summing up of his inner torment, his quest to delve beneath appearance and find the order hidden in universal chaos, to untangle the one from the other and combine visual emotion with the best way to express it.” (p.28). It was the underlying meaning behind every HC-B photograph – order from the chaos of life. He had so embodied this principle that even in an instant he could frame a picture that represented a perfect composition. This is why we still study his work today.
Pierre Assouline has produced a very readable account which has been translated beautifully from the French by David Wilson.
* Photographs of cover and spine taken with the Leica D-Lux 7.
finished at last - I rarely get stuck on a painting but I did for this one. but at last the knots were untangled and the juices flowed!
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Prints available now on Etsy! (Look for Artrepublik)
ODT ~ May 22 ~ Tangled
After making a photo for my other challenge group I decided to untangle these rubber bands and make a ball with them. This is a really useless way to spend a few hours of your life.
This was at Muffett68's suggestion. Thanks Heidi !!
Chronicles of lifting Light B (Bridesmaids)
The alternate version of Chronicles of lifting Light C (The Reception Game)- Album
“ The wedding was a little over the top. The bride wanted her girl’s dresses to be something they would wear out again. A nice thought, but the gowns she found were a little too long for anything but formal evening wear, according to our girls who were asked to be part of the bridal party. The maid of honor wore a red satin version; midnight black satin was selected for the 6 bridesmaids.”
“A few years ago, “Ginny” was watching some type of show when I heard her squeal out. Our Golden Retriever ‘Sam’ meandered back in to see what all the fuss was about? I obediently followed. She pointed out to me an actress ( Emma Watson at the premier for NOAH) , That’s M’gown she exclaimed with enthusiasm, you remember, The ones your sister and I first wore for “Shiela’s” brides party, the one where your sister thought she had been ro… but she broke it off as something caught her attention on the telly.”
“Squirrel I thought, as Sam and I both looked. It was a black satin gown very strikingly similar in colour, cut, and material ( but Ginny’s version lacked a dangling train behind) to the one worn by Ginny ( and me sister) at thier chums wedding years before ( and winningly worn several times hence I might add). It is a pretty thing to behold my charming Ginny wearing it, and in its time, it has born witness to a few goings on that most ladies wearing a gown like that would most likely never encounter…….”
Chronicles of lifting Light B
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This story is true, and is really pretty much told as it happened, but in writing it down for the first time ever I found I could not resist the temptation to embellish and expand some of the scenarios. It makes for a much better story I believe.
It is long, so here goes it….
My twin sister and our friend “Ginny” were invited to join in a school chums bridal party. The groom didn’t have enough to go around so my sister’s boyfriend “Brian” and I were pressed into service.
At the reception Ginny made a comment about the flimsy clasps on the longish rhinestone earrings they were wearing. My sister, touching an earring, told her, “ no worries, luv, no one would nick them anyways, they are only rhinestones”. I wasn’t sure what was going on in my sister’s head that made her come out with that reply. But as I watched her pull at an earring, a seed was planted in my head about something I myself had seen in an old TV show (An episode that first wakened an interest in pickpocketing).
Much later that evening found Brian and I alone, and a little drunk (always a precarious time with us). I had been enjoying watching our girls on the dance floor. “Ginny” was dancing a slow dance with the brides Groom ( an awkward chap with the sometimes unfortunate name of Cecil), Sis was dancing with some boorish banker bloke whose name I choose not to remember. As I watched the girl’s swishing gowns move and flutter about in quite an interesting exhibition, I found meself mesmerized by the manner in which their display of jewels were sparkling. Not being able to shake Ginny’s earlier comment, nor its answer, out of my head, my mind began to drift and wander in some very deep waters; pulled about in some strong personal currents.
Suddenly, I had an epiphany, and I started to tell Brian about the show that had vexed me all these years past. It was an old Gilligan’s Island episode ( The Kidnapper). Ginger was dancing in formal wear with the thief they were trying to reform. He lifted up her long hair, exposing these long diamonded earrings she was wearing. When he let her hair back down, gone went Ginger’s diamond Earrings.( he also nicked another ladies diamond necklace in a similarly devious fashion).
I had been thinking about it, and saw that this may be a prime opportunity to try and mimic what I had found so intriguing in my younger day’s ( is what happened to Ginger possible in real life?) and so I drew Brian’s attention to where my sister was dancing and intentionally pointed out her healthy collection of rhinestones ( the lot of matching sets the bride had picked out for her girls to wear with their silky gowns was a bit overkill in Brian’s opinion, a view not shared by me).
I decided then to plant my own seed, so I questioned out loud if it was possible to pickpocket jewelry in the manner the thief in Gilligan’s Island had so cunningly carried out? We discussed it for bit, ending the friendly dispute that ensued by daring that the other couldn’t pull it off. I focused on my sister, because I figured that would be more of a tantalizing bait to dangle in front of Brian, who was horribly smitten with her, and I was right on the money! So my twin sister in the black satin gown and her rhinestones ended up being the preferred guinea pig for the goad.
Brian lost the toss and danced with her first,( happily cutting in on the banker fella) and was surprisingly as successful as he was swift. I watched as he swirled sis around the dance floor. For such a gig guy, “Brian” is surprisingly light on his feet, which is why in school he was an outstanding rugby player. I was watching eagerly, trying to guess what he was going after. His large hands began inching down her satin gown’s sleeves, so I was sure he was going for one of her dangling rhinestone bracelets.
He must have said something funny, for my sister raised her head back laughing, her long straight hair falling charmingly back, baring her throat to him. Brian’s hands moved back up, and in behind her throat. Then in a manner quite graceful for fingers that large, unclasped and slipped away the thin necklace from around her sweat glistened throat and pocketed it before she had finished her spurt of laughter. The song soon ended, and the pair of ‘em came back, Brian with a very smug grin on his bearded mug. He then took “Ginny” (who had just rejoined us after shaking off a seedy looking bloke who had wanted her to dance) by the hand and led her off dancing, his eyes taunting me to make my attempt.
Not to be outdone, I immediately led Sis back onto the floor before she had time to catch a breath. We danced to a rather Latin type beat. My sister turned her backside into me, and sort of did this gyrating move up and down my front side, with her hands held high above her head. As her warm, sweaty figure, slipped up and down slickly against mine, I looked things over, deciding on which of her remaining jewelry to target.
I started by placing my hands at her waist and let them slither up the silky sides of her satin gown, as I made my choice, one of her shimmering bracelets that were winking at me from her wrists waving above my head. With the prize within my grasp, I made my move. I found meself trembling a bit, as I moved my hands to her shoulders , with the thought bring down her arms in order to work my fingers down her gowns’ sleeve, where just below would be lying my objective. But just as I did, Sis pulled her arms behind me head, and laid her head back on my shoulder and closing her eyes, getting into the music’s deep beat. Her longish rhinestone earrings just hung there, like Gingers, ripe for the picking.
Without really putting any thought into it, I reached up and placed my hands gently alongside her ears, her eyes still shut, my victim smiled. The rest of the maneuver was surprisingly easy, as I glided my fingers down and slipped it off the pair of em in one effortless motion. The sparkling beauties came away from her sweaty ears as smoothly as an ice cube moves along a steaming hot grill ( I actually did have a thought like that). I held them in one fist for a bit, relishing in my success, before securing them away. We finished out the song, me basking in the fact that she was innocently unaware that her shiny earrings were now in her dance partners vest pocket.
But, not willing to be satisfied with the initial success of our experiment, we found that the dares kept coming out. Becoming so competitive between us, that by the time we left for the evening, the score was 5 pieces of jewelry to 4, with Brian winning the bragging rights, and my sister out all of the rhinestone pieces she had started out wearing about on her person.
Of course this is sounding like a masterful bit of pickpocketing, but our efforts were aided by keeping our pretty victim plied with alcohol ( wondering all the while if that is a technique is used by pickpockets working over their victims in real life?). Using that as an edge; another turn on the dance floor, a compliment induced hug, and the victim falling into deep sleep in a lounge armchair, enabled us vultures to eventually part my twin from all of her sparkling jewelry.
Also, as a side note here, all four of us had a discussion later about what it said of us as a society that none outside our group seemed to notice or bother pointing out to my sister about her slowly disappearing baubles!
We left the reception well after midnight and started walking the ten city blocks back to the hotel where Ginny and my sister shared a joining room with Brian and meself. As were making our way through a wooded Provincial park, we stopped in a small, isolated clearing and circling around her ,finally asked my sister about her missing jewels. Her reaction was absolutely, rewardingly priceless.
Her startled response was to the effect of: “Gasping, My God” as she fruitlessly felt about for them, her rustling gown glistened dark in the moon light. “My jewels, where did they go!, who took them, I’ve been robbed, mugged?” she pleaded helplessly, her thought patterns and speech a little slurred by her rather intoxicated condition. She looked desperately around at us, then seeing the look on upon our faces, and upon noticing that Ginny was still adorned with her jewels, Sis froze with the realization that we had all been up to something no good. As the silliness of her conjectures came home, she blushed, and told us to spill it out.
Here, we had all thought she had eventually caught on to what we had been up to all evening and was just humoring us, but in reality she had been utterly clueless. Ginny ( who had soon caught on to our little game but played dumb) was merciless in her teasing of my sister, rubbing it all in as she helped my twin place back on the Rhinestones that Brian and I dug from our pockets. I didn’t add any fuel to the fire, but I noticed that when Sis had uttered the word mugged, Ginny had automatically held onto her necklace and pendent!
Sis ended up taking it all with her usual good humor, or so we thought.
This next bit is my favorite.
We went up to the boys room, as the girls called our room, where we drank beer, danced to music and talked a bit. About two hours later found Brian passed out on the couch, and me sitting next to him in kind of a hazy stupor while holding onto a beer. Ginny and my sister were standing directly in front of me, holding beers of their own and giggling over some girlish nonsense, the swaying of their long glossy black satin gowns slowly putting me to sleep.
Ginny started giggling at one of sis jokes, and turned her figure so the brooch at the center of her gowns’ waistline almost hit me on the nose. Half asleep I reached up and lifted it. Looking up at the girls I saw that Ginny was paying no never mind towards me, my sister however, did notice (this is why I like the Sonia clip) and she laid a hand on Ginny’s shoulder, drawing her close so she could whisper a secret. I was able to undo the brooch, and slip it carefully off without notice. I held it up to my sister’s hand, which closed over it, and then she turned and plopped down next to me on the couch.
We both started talking to Ginny, now standing in front of us, as if nothing was going on. Puzzled I waited for my sister to flaunt the brooch in Ginny’s face. Instead, as she got Ginny into another giggling fit, she leaned over and whispered the word pendant in my ear, her hand holding out her own for added emphasis. I knew then she had thought up some grand plan.
Now wide awake, I got into fully my sister’s game. As I watched the giggling Ginny, my eyes took careful inventory of all her finer points (not just her jewels I will admit) . Now role playing that I was a professional pickpocket, and my twin was the spotter, pointing out whose jewels were worth taking. Ginny stopped, and caught my eyes looking her over, she blushed, and not knowing what was really going through my mind, smiled at me, as I smiled back, my eyes drinking her fetchingly attired figure up. I was imagining that all of Ginny’s collection of rhinestones was real diamonds. And that I was an actual thief after her lovely sparklers.
Thinking for a moment, I rose to my feet, and feeling like the real thing, I took Ginny’s hand and led her across to the window the couch was facing. We were on the 14th floor with a grand sweeping view of the great cities skyline. I asked her if she knew what the pink lights were about (there were no pink lights) and as she looked and kept asking where, I saw in the windows reflection that behind me my sister was pinning Ginny’s brooch onto the Brian’s passed out figure. Smiling, I got to the task at hand.
Using my hands I got Ginny to bend over more to help in her search, watching her dangling “diamond “ chain with its’ oval “diamond” pendent swinging an enticingly beckoning reflection in the window. I reached around with one hand and easily undid the clasp to poor befuddled Ginny’s chain. Using the pendants reflection in the window as a focal point, I subtly lowered my other hand underneath it, and as I caught it, let go of the chain. Pendent and chain slithered into a nice little pile in my palm, which I immediately closed up around it, hiding it from my victim’s possible notice.
I turned and nodded to my sister, who rose, tipsily, and slinked across the room to us. She brushed up against me with the pretense of seeing what we were up to. I felt her arm go around my waist, and handed Ginny’s necklace off. Sis than circled around us, giving Ginny a squeeze, and looked at me meaningfully, her fingers brushing an earring. She went back to the couch and began draping the shimmery chain and pendent on poor Brian.
A slow song had been playing, so I told Ginny to no never mind pink lights, and taking her hand, asked “madameswell” if she cared to dance. I tried it in an accent, failed miserably, and got Ginny to giggling as she accepted. I lead her the long way around the couch to where we had cleared out a little bit of a dancing floor. As I took her into my arms I found it exciting that she was oblivious to my intentions. Innocently unaware, that in indifference to my sisters words earlier, someone did now want to nick the earrings so merrily sawing from her ears.
I bided my time, appearing to look into Ginny’s eyes, my mind was working on something else. When I made my first move it was as subtle as could be, and it paid off. Raising me hand, I lifted her hair above an ear, and an let my fingers run back down through. One of her earrings vanished into my hand, and reaching around, was neatly tossed into another. As my sister placed it on Brian’s ear,( by now he was looking quite comical, and it was all we could do to keep from bursting out laughing), I leaned in and whispered something into Ginny’s now bare ear, while my other hand reached around and plucked the other earring away, and tossed the sparkler gracefully over to my sisters waiting hands.
Needing no more direction from sis now that I knew her plan ( It was her way of getting back at Brian for our game, and at Ginny for her teasing, it never occurred to me to wonder what my punishment would be!), I carried on alone.
Employing the same method that the thief had used in the Gilligan’s Island episode to remove his dance partners necklace, I began to compliment Ginny on how devastating she looked ( no lies), slowly moving my one hand up the slick material of the gown covering her back until I reached the dangling part of her hook and eye necklace with its’ glittering row of single “diamonds”. Lifted it up as she fawned over my words of (not false) praise, holding her ever so her tightly around the waist with my free hand, I unhooked the clasp, and let the necklace fall over one shoulder. Ginny never felt it hanging, or noticed it as I slipped it off her chest and over her gown’s satin shoulder till it slipped sparkling down behind her. I held it hanging behind her back for a few turns, still pouring out the compliments, until I was close enough to neatly toss her necklace over the couch to my waiting partner in crime.
Sis was waiting, and as the necklace sailed over the couch, I saw her raise a hand, and pull at one of her rings. How?, I mouthed, and she held up a finger motioning me to wait a sec. I continued to dance with Ginny, who was growing ever heavier in my arms, as sis placed the necklace around poor Brian’s throat.
I watched as me twin got up and passed us , her satin gown whispering as she walked, heading to get a beer from the fridge. She stood for a moment then gave me a signal to twirl our victim around.
I lifted her hand, and spun Ginny around in a pirouette . The poor thing, already more than a little tipsy, fell hard against me, giggling. I did it again, and as she stared to lose her balance, my sister walked past and faking a trip, bumped into Ginny and both girl’s went down in a heap of black swishing satin. As I bent over to help the pair of giggling dolls untangle, I manage to slip off a ring off from over the sweaty knuckles of Ginny’s left pinky finger.
I helped them both up, and as my sister helped straighten Ginny’s gown while giggling over the incident, Ginny placed her hands behind her back, exposing her bracelets. I pocketed the ring, and moving up against Ginny from behind, attempted to remove the first “Diamond” bracelet from around her wrist. It came away with absolutely no resistance, or notice, and I moved off, and went to stand next to my sister, hands crossed behind me back. She put her arm around me, hugging me against her, I felt her fingers go to my hand, and I opened my fingers and let her take the ring and bracelet. Keeping her fist closed, she coolly left us, retrieving her unopened beer from the floor, and headed back smoothly to the couch.
I will admit I was now getting overly confident. I asked Ginny if she wanted a beer and we went over to the kitchenette to get them. As we walked, I placed my hands on her slick waist and led her there, as she giggled tipsily the whole way. I held the door open, and as she was bending down to get them, she laid her arm along the top of the drawer. I then made my seventh attempt, on her other “Diamond” bracelet
I had undone the clasp, and was getting ready to take it when I made the fatal error at looking over her shoulder at the couch. My sister was inwardly laughing at her handiwork, and to see a person like Brien, who takes his masculinity with pride, now decked out like some bearded floozy, was too much. I chuckled, and the bracelet fell, clanking against the door, landing at Ginny’s feet. I was caught red handed and my attempt at any more thievery was thwarted. Ginny smirked; here now lad, don’t try yer games on me.
Behind her, Ginny head my sister snort, and looking at my smirk, demanded to know what we had found so funny. So I grabbed her, spun her around, and led her back around the couch until she caught sight of the still snoring Brian! We both joined my sister in busting a gut laughing. Then, come to find that poor innocent Ginny thought that it was my sister’s rhinestones plastered all over poor Brian. When we pointed out the errors of her conclusion, it was my sister’s turn to laugh and tease the poor girl over her dumbfounded expression as now it was her hands failing to find her missing pieces of jewelry. Then Brian woke and he became the new center of the joke.
Ginny had reclaimed her rhinestones and had disappeared into the ladies room to replace them to their rightful perch and rejoin in with their remaining companions, which I thought, being so late, why bother? And Brain and Sis were on the couch still teasing the other. Suddenly I felt a hand softly placed on my shoulder, and looking up found myself trapped in a “come hither” look, emanating from Ginny’s twinkling green eyes, a look that I have come since to know very well.
We left the pair of gigglers on the couch, and went out into the evening, just the two of us, meeting nary another living soul at that early morning hour. The only exceptions were a weary desk clerk with a nose buried in her book, and a curious short blue-haired lady wearing a grey pant-suit, carrying a large handbag, who came upon Ginny in the lobby, while I was absent using its restroom . The odd thing here is, that until I showed up after doing my business, the lady appeared to be trying to lead good hearted Ginny outside to help search for some lost keys or such, at 2:30 Am! I suggested her to wait until light.
After managing to pry Ginny away, receiving the now disapproving look from purse –lipped blue haired lady for my efforts, we otherwise were not held up in our progress. The world was now ours, as my richly attired lady and her tuxedoed (handsome?)Escort made their journey together hand in hand. We ended up making a very long stroll in the Provincial park, and reentering the same isolated, secret clearing, proceeded to acting out our own role playing game, ala the movie “to Catch a Thief”, complete with fireworks of our own making.
And I still remember feeling pretty bloody cocky as Ginny and I left our room and rode the elevator down. And why not, I ask? Cause now , not only was I out strolling about with the most captivating ginger haired lass, sparkling in fancy dress around, but I had totally creamed Brian’s score in the jewelry lifting department, and that’s what life is all about for us boys, winning the game, isn’t it?
So ends my story, of which I have written 2 versions.
My question is now this:
Which version, if one reads both, do you believe to be the truer?
Please leave a comment at the end of the story you believe is..
In appreciation,
Thank You
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The Sonia clip shortcut ( recommended viewing)
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Ps. Check out Chronicles of lifting light C for a less embellished telling this particular event
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Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
Prompts: I'll tell you all of my darkest secrеts You untangle all the knots in my head You unfold me like a wrapped - up blanket And throw me over onto the bed --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 15
Song Inspiration: Explicit Content.
Roe Kapara & Chevy - "Before We Croak"
Created with #midjourney #photoshop
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Untangling the past. It may take quiet moments, and last for days. It's important. It's necessary. Each of us has potential, a special gift. I'm sending this out in hopes it may inspire you to unwrap your package (your future) by releasing the knot of your past. Set yourself free to be creative, and giving. xo
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This young Anhinga appears to have speared a mop head and wound up with a jumble of cotton string looped around its beak. Canoe boy and I watched it try to scrape the knot against a tree limb several times with no success. Hopefully the poor thing will get untangled before it starves. On Horsepen Bayou.
Very early morning at Fiskardo harbour, and a fisherman patiently untangles and mends his nets after a night's fishing.
We're getting a Christmas tree and I had to untangle the lights. That's what you get for being lazy and stuffing them in a box. :)
Chuppy well, he was chewing a new monkey toy I got him. I put lights on Chuppy, and he didn't mind a bit. He really wanted his monkey back, and who was I to argue. Those eyes are irresistible. :)
Hoping everyone had an amazing THANKSGIVING!
I woke up 4am to go to 5 different malls today for Black friday. Chuppy thought we were going on a vacation, sorry bud. :)
Explore Already, thank you!
Highest Position: #53!!
Discovered these two munching on the remains of the bird food that had dropped to the ground. Decided that old fishing nets and badgers are probably not such a good combination and that trying to untangle one of my friends wouldn't be quite so easy!
Prompts: I'll tell you all of my darkest secrеts You untangle all the knots in my head You unfold me like a wrapped - up blanket And throw me over onto the bed --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 15
Song Inspiration: Explicit Content.
Roe Kapara & Chevy - "Before We Croak"
Created with #midjourney #photoshop
Thank you for your visit, faves, and kind comments. 😊
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...Thus have I proved, as I intended, that the sport and game of angling is the best means and cause that brings a man into a merry spirit, which according to the said proverb of Solomon and the said teaching of medicine makes a flowering age and a long one...
Long life... to afford the untangling of hundreds of feet of monofilament. 23/365
The coiled electrical wires form a leading line to the subject.
Continuing the series of street photography where I attempt to document the days leading to the closing down of the Sungei Road Flea market (Singapore) which made way for future urban redevelopment on 10 July 2017.
The market which started in the 1930s serves as the go-to place for the underprivileged or those seeking unique items at a bargain. This is far flung from the upmarket shopping belts in Orchard Road or Marina Bay Sands.
It started in the 1930s during the Japanese occupation along Rochor River, where people would seek household items which were in short supply. It was later coined "Thieves" market as stolen goods were hawked there.
Before closing down, second hand clothes, watches and electrical items were popular with foreign construction workers and normally hawked by the elderly or those who are independent and refuse financial assistance from the state.
I tried to capture the lively battering atmosphere, which were sometimes quirky as well as the melancholy etched in the faces of those who were saddened by the impending loss of a livelihood and historical site.
While the hawkers not always friendly, with personalities sculpted through the "hard knocks of life"..... especially towards photographers who sometimes intrude into their businesses, I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible by carrying a small handheld camera instead of a DSLR, often getting close to the interactions between buyers and sellers.
Prompts: I'll tell you all of my darkest secrеts You untangle all the knots in my head You unfold me like a wrapped - up blanket And throw me over onto the bed --ar 16:9 --style raw --chaos 15
Song Inspiration: Explicit Content.
Roe Kapara & Chevy - "Before We Croak"
Created with #midjourney #photoshop
Thank you for your visit, faves, and kind comments. 😊
© AI Art Legends 2022
I have often said that Fynn loves to play ball and even brings the ball back to me when I throw it for him. Finally I have managed to take some photos of him doing so. It wasn't easy to play with Fynn and take photos at the same time. Other photographers don't seem to have any problems with such situations but it was definitely too much for me. I need an assistant ! :)
If you look at this photo closely you can see that one of Fynn's whiskers has curled around another whisker and then taken a turn upward. I have tried to untangle the whiskers but they always return to this position. A classic "bad whisker day". :)
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Your parents will be so proud! Keep your hair fluffed and tangle free!
The recent powerful storm beached the largest kelp I have ever seen. This is a just a small part of it.
If waves hadn't been flooding it at regular intervals, I would have been tempted to untangle it and see more or less what it looked like underwater.
Ocean Park, Washington.
The Kingston’s - Issue #10 “Hunted”
*So turns out the thing in the sewer that took those men and then me was an old Villain of Susan and I. We thought he was getting the lethal injection but apparently, the prison system can be just like Arkham Asylum and he escaped. I don’t know why this guy has let me go or where the missing sewer workers are but I’m not going to ask why. I’m just going to leg it and hope Susan is okay. I run through the woods tripping over an exposed tree root and skid across the dirt.*
Coby: “Ugh. So cliche.”
Death-Penalty: “Run little pig!”
Coby: “Blow it out your butt, douchebag!”
Death-Penalty: “Still mouthy I see. Good, it’ll be just like old times only this time you’re the one getting the Death-Penalty!”
Coby: “Ah... now the name makes sense.”
*Coby pats down his jeans and curses feeling that his bracelet that turns into a chain is gone. Death-Penalty must’ve taken it, he really did plan this hunt. Maybe the missing workers in the sewer were just a ploy to lure him and his sister out. God, he hoped Susan was okay. Hopefully, it was just a sedative or something he injected her with. Susan must be freaking out right now, he better survive this. Coby keeps running and hears a chainsaw sound behind him, he glances back and screams seeing a motorised triple axe blade. It spins attached to a chain and whizzes past him, tangling around a tree before shredding through it.*
Coby: *panting* “How do villains make these things?!”
*Coby sprints faster as sweat begins to run down his face and neck, his T-Shirt sticks to his back and chest and his throat mouth and throat begin to dry from exhaustion. He skids down a hill narrowly avoiding the bladed chain which Death-Penalty throws towards him, cutting through trees like paper. The blades pass over Coby’s head, slicing a few hairs off the top of his head, the chainsaw sound deafening him. He comes to a stop, getting an idea and catching his breath.*
Death-Penalty: “You can’t run forever, little pig!”
Coby: “Watch me!”
*Coby runs in a zigzag pattern, weaving between trees and running through the dense terrain. Death-Penalty continues to run but comes to a stop swinging his weapon around in an arc but Coby ducks under it, the chain tangles Round the trees the blade didn’t destroy. He continues to run through the woods seeing Death-Penalty pulling at his chain trying to untangle it.*
Coby: *laughs* “Have fun with that!”
A dirt road and mountain view brought about a dramatic and peaceful end to the day. For a moment problems dissolved, angst untangled, and my soul was unshackled from any restraints of concern.
...but I don't want these greens!"
This black-crowned night heron really had to work to get this little fish untangled from all the seaweed/algee.
Such beauty of design - fine workmanship indeed! ;))
This series of images taken by Lens-baby macro & Reverse lens 50mm.
Rescued this rather wet fellow out of the pool - the heat here forcing everything & one to find some hydration and comfort wherever they can! ;)) but once these wings are wet they fly no more - I always like to help them untangle and make sure they can flutter themselves dry, then watch in wonder as they fly off. . .;))
Metroline LT34 turns into the new bus only U-turn across the A1 in Archway on route 390 to Notting Hill Gate.
The untangling of the Archway gyratory system for a few cyclists took a further step towards completion this week with the closure and relocation of the bus stand on Vorley Road to the new stands on the A1, all by local arrangement as of 12.30pm on Tuesday! Routes are not scheduled to stand here until early next year. Even spending only ten minutes here early on a Saturday showed how chaotic this bus U-turn will be.
Three 41s and a W5 all turned up on stand at the same time and completely exceeded the maximum stand space, blocking up the southbound A1 into Archway with this 390 stuck on the other side not able to go anywhere causing northbound disruptions to the A1! The driver of LT34 looks on with a wry smile at the chaos ahead!
As TfL say, "Every Journey Matters", or now "Keeping London Moving". It is hard to see how either of those apply to this scheme, unless you are on two wheels...
Just to say I am very quickly learning that insect close-ups and macros are much, much, much harder to capture than they look. Much harder! Admiration in spades to those who pull it off!
I had to untangle three of these sets of tree lights before hanging them all around Philip and Debs’ back garage patio - and it took me an hour!
This Praying Mantis has been seen around the house for about a week. Its color was a a faded reddish brown rather than the usual bright spring green.
I was surprised when I was called over to see it dangling upside down, from one of our very large, child of Shelob's ( a J.R.R Tolkien reference), Orb Weaver webs. But, they are another story for another day.
How the Mantis even escaped the ever hungry eyes of our 13 chickens and ended up in this sticky snare is beyond me.
So, I ran and grabbed the Phone and Ollocilps to get a few shots before Shelob's baby came back to claim the prize.
It was very hard to get a shot of this Mantis. Evening was closing in, it was backlit by what was left of a bright blue sky and not a lot of side lighting to work with either.
It's front legs were still free, so when I got in close to get its face it would grab ahold of the phone and start pulling itself closer. Getting a usable shot was a challenge to be sure. Between both Paul, with his longer reach and I, we got a few shots to try to possibly work with. This being one of them.
We thought it might appreciate it if we untangled it from the web to take it chances with the chickens again, so we did. Hopefully we will have some Mantis babies next year.
Captured with iPhone and Olloclip Macro Lens. Then edited on iPad in Snapseed. Where the silhouette was lightened a bit to bring out some detail in the body and eyes, and the sky darkened just a little to create a bit of contrast. A Retrolux lighting filter also added which added some interest, dreaminess and depth to the image.
I also made a square alternative version which I will post in the future.
I can't untangle, I can't untangle
What I know and what should matter most
I can't close an eye,
can't close an eyelid
And now there's just no point,
In reaching out for you
In the dark.
This is where I untangle my mind, and of course there is surfing that will make your legs stronger and your nights longer because its hard to quit playing in the waves ... big thanks to Maoli Waves for your creations. There is no end to the joy and peace these waves bring to my life. ♥
after i finished repainting the coronation anna doll, i was curious to see how the frozen fever outfit would suit her and i have to say: wow! i am no big fan of the frozen fever outfit, actually, but i really like how it looks on the anna doll. =3
i repainted anna using acrylics and pastels. the repaint was sealed, lashes were trimmed and i washed and restyled her hair (after untangling it!). hope you all like her. <3