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pond photography, lesson 2: leave the pond's edge to earthlings who can handle the pond's edge. Quite contrary to popular believe, humans are NOT waterbirds! so, once again, don't try this at home ;-) the gold is not for you to conquer anyway.
It was cold out. Grey and white. Visiting Mobius at the time of winter... a pleasant time filled with the joys of the upcoming holidays, and the sweet sound of boots crunching in snow. Sonic recalled past moments, enjoying this time with his many friends... most of which were now dead.
Like him.
Sonic, though, was different from the others. He was given the role as an angel... which meant he could visit Mobius as much as he pleased, and God wouldn't bat an eyelash.
The hedgehog tightened the scarf around his neck. His wings, disguised as a piece of clothing. It now tightly hugged his mouth and nose. He didn't to wear the clothing. Because he was an angel - because he was already dead, he no longer had to feel the cold, or heat of the earth. He didn't have to... but he willed himself to feel the bitter cold anyway. He wanted to feel it... to embrace it...
... because it made him feel alive again.
His glowing green eyes looked up, and watched the snow drift lazily to the ground. Slow wasn't normally his thing, but sometimes you needed to enjoy the little things in life, or else you'd go stir crazy...
Suddenly, a child darted past him, and slipped on some ice. She would have fallen, if Sonic hadn't stuck his hand out and caught her.
"Thanks mister!" She squeaked. A mouse with amber eyes.
"What's the rush?" Sonic asked.
"My grandpa's very sick... I was gonna deliver a get-well card to him... oh! I need to go!" She then ran off again.
In silence, he "read" the girl. A power that the angels had. Once he had read someone, he knew of their thoughts, feelings, memories, and other such things. It was a good way to spot someone who was up to no good. Based on the memories he had read from that girl... her grandfather was more than just sick... he was DYING...
Sonic was never one who liked tears. He could only imagine that little girl being so upset when her grandpa finally kicked the bucket... well... not if HE could help it...
Like a shadow, he followed the girl until they arrived at a hospital. Still, he trudged behind her before she entered a small room. Sonic waited.
Inside, he heard a few whispers, and finally, the cry of the little girl. Grandpa had one more day to live, it seemed. Sonic's ears drooped. Death depressed him.
The hedgehog wrung his hands, then went back out to the hospital's main lobby. He sat in a chair, closed his eyes, and waited for the visiting hours to be over, head lowering.
three hours later, the last person (not including the staff) left, and Sonic's head rose... but only because the intern was tapping him on the shoulder.
"Yes?" He asked the young-adult, hiding his face with his scarf.
"Excuse me, sir, but visiting hours are over, and we'd like to ask you to leave the hospital..."
"fair enough." Sonic replied, and left the Hospital... or at least, it's interior. The hedgehog turned a corner, away from the watchful eyes of others, and... disappeared.
Well, if a mobian were to have seen him, that's what they would have said had happened. But Sonic didn't disappear. He had teleported himself into the room of the girl's grandfather.
He walked over to the poor, suffering creature, sleeping away his last few hours. With a gentle hand, he lightly touched the old mobian on the head.
Cardiac arrhythmia. A heart disease that made the heartbeat irregular. He had suffered from a cardiac arrest, and it was much too late to fully save him... or so the doctors thought.
Sonic moved his hand to the grandfather's chest. A blue aura surrounded both the old man, and Sonic.
Suddenly, the mobian took in a huge gasp of air. His heart moniter going from a weak, off beeping to a completelly normal beeping that you would find from a perfectly healthy mobian. The blue hedgehog smiled warmly at this.
Suddenly, the old man opened his eyes, and stared long and hard at his saviour. Sonic stared back.
"I... I know you..." The old man whispered. Sonic stayed silent. "Y... your Sonic the Hedgehog... you were always in the news... when I wasn't as old... but you're dead..."
Again, Sonic smiled.
"Happy holidays!" He told him cheerily, and disappeared without a trace.
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The next day, the doctors were completelly bewildered. This old mobian... the one who was going to dye that very day, had somehow managed to restore his own heart until it was like new.
"It's a miracle!" The little girl cried happily, and hugged her grandfather.
"Yes... A miracle..." The old mobian replied, hugging his grandaughter. Had Sonic the Hedgehog really saved him, or was he just dreaming? Either way, he was happy to be alive.
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Outside, Sonic leaned against the hospital, looking out, at the sky. He pulled his scarf down, and let the cool air nip at his nose and lips. Those lips curved into a small smile. Another gift given. Happy holidays, Mobius.
Weak morning light caught by a paloverde tree and blooming yuccas amid other plants of the Sonoran desert.
I did take a photograph today
a really bad one
but now I just don't have any powers to edit it,
so then I have in total 3 unposted photos.
ah, i will post them when I get the time no matter the bad quality.
still I just couldn't go to sleep without uploading anything.
Goooodnigh!
.Nat
A series of images from a walk up to Angle Tarn in the English Lake District National Park on a late winter’s day in 2023 after a surprise, late snowfall.
outskirts of Prague, Czech Republic, 2015.
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explored, feb. 29, 2016, #162
Photos from the severe thunderstorm that hit Last Chance, CO yesterday(5-7-16). Rotation in the clouds, an intense microburst and hail(pea sized mainly, some quarter sized and larger). The storm produced a weak and short lived tornado about 8 miles northeast of Last Chance, though we didn't see it.
Not deliberately water entered the camera. It was in vertical position and inclined upwards, with the weak part up.
Beer can pinhole camera.
Exposure: 2016-12-26, 2017-05-29, 154 days.
Ilford multigrade brillant paper.
Scanner: Epson V370.
The New 52 had it's weak points, but boy was this just a weird story from start to finish!
Now Danny Miki (the inker for a majority of the series) had some really good... and some really not so good artwork throughout this run. One of the most notable in my mind is his Zero Year apocalyptic, Frank Castle-y, “Last Of Us”-ish Batman with a dirt bike and a crossbow. To accompany all that, Scott Snyder's got the Batman out there fightin' lions and stuff, bein' an edgy son of a gun, with a weird crew cut and little purple gloves! ...uh what? ...what the heck?!
Plus I'm really not going to get into plot holes or nit pick it as much as I'd like, but I can tell you it's a pretty weird story (not in the good way) but the art (in general) is pretty cool I guess...(?)
Now I hadn't really planned on shooting anything Scott Snyder related, mostly because I've never really been blown away by his material. But when I (finally) got a hold of some new s16 CMF parts, everything just kind of came together naturally :)
I think this will be the only one I'll post here, but there are a few other images on Patreon with Mr Batman on the bike, and some shots of the build in the foreground as well :)
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A circle of angels, deep in war ... series
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Lost in time I can't count the words
I said when I thought they went unheard
All of those harsh thoughts so unkind
'Cause I wanted you
And now I sit here I'm all alone
So here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home
A circle of angels, deep in war
'Cause I wanted you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I'm no one's fool
Weak as I am
So what am I now? I'm love's last home
I'm all of the soft words I once owned
If I opened my heart, there'd be no space for air
'Cause I wanted you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Weak as I am, no tears for you
Deep as I am, I'm no one's fool
Weak as I am
In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you?
In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you?
In this tainted soul
In this weak young heart
Am I too much for you?
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am
Weak as I am, am I too much for you?
Weak as I am, am I too much for you?
Weak as I am, am I too much for you?
Weak as I am
(Weak, Skunk Anansie, 1995)
there are times
when even
the strongest
person
is weak
people can
view them as
those who must
"have it all together"
but can be broken
and full of fear
it is not easy
to be the one
who is defective
it can be just
as hard for the
ones around
not knowing
why
how
or what to do
sometimes
it takes one
to know one
or if you are
lucky enough
you may find
a special heart
that despite
the mess
sees the pure
delicate beauty
amidst the
ruins
and takes
that fear
away
When everything else fails with me you go straight to Italy ... that’s my weak spot. I forget what made me upset, I lose my concentration, my eyes get watery & I’m done. ♥️ Can’t live without Italy, miss it always; food, language, nature, weather, people. I love Italians ability to be themselves, unpretentious, hyper, emotional.
Leica M2
Leica Summilux 35mm f/1.4 II
Ferrania P30
Rollei Supergrain Developer (1+12)
7 min 30 sec 20°C
Scan from negative film
Hammersmith Bridge is a crossing of the River Thames in west London, just south of the Hammersmith town centre area of the London Borough of Hammersmith and Fulham on the north side of the river. It allows road traffic and pedestrians to cross to Barnes (in the London Borough of Richmond upon Thames) on the south side of the river. The current bridge is the second permanent bridge on the site.
The construction of a bridge was first sanctioned by an Act of Parliament in 1824 and work on site began the following year. It was the Thames first suspension bridge and was designed by William Tierney Clark.
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Plans for its replacement began to be made during the 1870s, during which time a temporary bridge allowed a more limited cross-river traffic.
The current suspension bridge was designed by noted civil engineer Sir Joseph Bazalgette and rests on the same pier foundations constructed for Tierney Clarks structure. It was opened by the Prince of Wales on 11 June 1887. With much of the supporting structure built of wrought iron, it is 700ft long and 43ft wide and cost £82,117 to build.
In June 2000, the bridge was damaged by a terrorist bomb, on the 40th anniversary of a previous bombing by the IRA, but after closure for repairs was reopened with weight restrictions in place
"I get so weak in the knees
I can hardly speak
I lose all control
And something takes over me
In a daze, and it's so amazing
It's not a phase I want you to stay with me
By my side, I swallow my pride
Your love is so sweet
It knocks me right off of my feet... Can't explain why your love, it makes me weak."
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try to wrap the weak point,but they ooze out just like
.......pee & menstrual blood didn't flow directly into crapper.........
One active region at the edge of the Sun pushed out about ten thrusts of plasma in just over a day long period (July 9-10, 2016). All of them, propelled by magnetic forces, quickly withdrew back into the active region. The images were taken in a wavelength of extreme ultraviolet light. Credit: Solar Dynamics Observatory, NASA.
Wow! I'm surprised how much time has gone by since my last upload. I'm still taking at least one a day, though it's another weak set. Also I'm truly sorry to my kind and loyal contacts - I'm embarassed how far behind I am on looking at everyone's streams. But enough appologetic whining, here's some pictures from this week...
Thanks Pastor Brandon for IG-ing this. Amazing how many “Christian Nationalists” totally ignore the social teachings of Jesus to love and treat others as you love yourself and wanted to be treated. They also seem to think Jesus was “weak” and “wrong” for his statements in the Beatitudes, like, “Blessed are the peacemakers!” How then do they call themselves “Christian” or think American is a “Christian nation” when it acts in anti-Jesus ways?