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David Bowie - I'm Afraid of Americans (Official Video) [4K]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LT3cERVRoQo&list=RDLT3cERVRoQ...
Note: Candid street photo, person not posing.
Nikon 70-200mm VR II AF-S G ED NIKKOR
*Working Towards a Better World
We seem to be living in a precarious world in these times where we are afraid of one another, distrustful, not willing to work together, wanting to ignore the real global warming problem and seem to forget how we all belong to the human race and need to cooperate with one another in order to find mutual solutions for better and equal living for everyone. For this reason I wish to share my daughter's poem again, which she wrote beautifully for my painting Coming Together.
COMING TOGETHER
Asian, Latin, European, African,
Native, Indigenous, Foreign, Alien,
Descriptions that fall short,
vague splotches on the canvas of life.
All have but one heart that beats,
blood is but one color.
Flesh and Features, each unique
Organs and muscles, identical.
Each face a work of art
each mark distinctively it's own.
The beauty of our differences
far surpasses mere mortal comprehension.
Each unmatched culture,
its own vibrant combination of colors and sounds,
the pulsing of a nation, a people.
These different beats unite,
to make the music of our world.
As each exceptional voice blends with the other,
the harmony of humanity rises
high above the dark clouds of oppression and ignorance.
North, South, East, West,
a baby's cry is but the same.
The pang of hunger and indifference
changes not with skin color.
In the ears of every mother and father
every sister and brother
the cries of oppression should ring loud.
A call to action, a call to save our human family.
Our differences are but brush strokes on this canvas,
each unique in shape and color
when viewed together.....
form the masterpiece of mankind.
BY KAREN LEWIS
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Svalbard / Spitsbergen / Norway
Een duik op 78,55 noorderbreedte!
Who is afraid of ... the polar bear or the icy water ....
Ny - Alesund - 78,55 noorderbreedte
Ny-Ålesund is een voormalig mijndorp op het eiland Spitsbergen en is gelegen op 78,55 graden noorderbreedte op het Brøgger-schiereiland aan de Kongsfjord. Het noemt zichzelf het noordelijkste dorp van de wereld. Als gevolg van het Spitsbergenverdrag houdt Noorwegen er toezicht, net als op de rest van de Spitsbergen eilandengroep (uitgezonderd Barentsburg en Pyramiden).
nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ny-Ålesund
Ny-Ålesund is located on the north shore of Brøggerhalvøya, a peninsula of Oscar II Land on the island of Spitsbergen.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ny-Ålesund
Spitsbergen (Noors: Svalbard; Russisch: Шпицберген, Sjpitsbergen) is een eilandengroep (archipel) in de Noordelijke IJszee, zo'n 565 km ten noorden van Noorwegen, die uit drie grotere en een tachtigtal kleine eilanden bestaat. De eilandengroep maakt sinds 1920 met een apart statuut deel uit van het koninkrijk Noorwegen.
nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spitsbergen_(archipel)
Het was een heerlijke week met zonnige dagen, maar ook tijdens onze tochten kwamen we terecht in sneeuwstorm en mist. De bevroren meren waren veilig maar toch waren veel water ijsplekken met putten. Heel akelig om daarover te rijden! Er waren ook valpartijen, maar zonder erg. We waren met 5 sneeuwscooters, een fantastisch groepje en voor mij een enig avontuur. Het rijden zelf kon ik gelukkig aan mijn zoon doorgeven.
deathly. of what lurks behind the shadows of what I cannot see.
Light painting is one thing I really enjoy, but seldom do I do it because I let this fear get to me
10/52
I know this is plain right cheating, but it's the only way I can continue... I will continue to cheat :D
and flickr sharpening is terrible..
And I just can't keep living this way
So starting today
I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, I'mma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'mma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now
He knows you're afraid of the dark
Come on sorrow
Take your own advice
Hide under the bed
Turn out the light
Stars this night in the sky are ringing out
You can almost hear them saying
"Close your eyes now kid"
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Dressed in black, no turning back
We blanked out on the Great White Way
Fingers in desire's crack
We'd bridge and tunnel into day
Abandoned to the salt of skin
Abandoned to the highway
Sand running in the hourglass
Heat of leather and mirages
Nevada's burnin'
Phoenix rising
Drivin' on
Into sunrise
Dayglo Jesus on the dash
Scorch marks on the road ahead
Friendly fire in hostile waters
Keep the faith, don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of Sunlight
So how do we now come to be
Afraid
Afraid of Sunlight
The only sight more pathetic than a discarded teddy bear on the side of a freeway is a 53-year-old grampa on the side of the freeway, taking the bear's picture. The bear is now safe and sound, in case you were wondering; he won't get to spend the year out on The Isle of Misfit Toys.
I made it out alive, as well.
I just noticed that he looks kinda like the Hobbits, right after they destroy that ring.
(...and he told me not to be afraid...)
The Magician showed me the way
and he says that here I can stay.
And I don't need to be afraid
cause you can't unlock the gates.
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hindsight is always 20/20. sometimes it takes someone entirely outside of
our situation to make us realize just how foolishly we are behaving.
in severe cases it takes two or more.
/this is one i really, really wish i had on vinyl.
A party celebrating Halloween taking place at Fittie as I visited this evening 28/10/17, a great effort from whomever was organising the event, this character and other gracing the benches of Fittie as the music, chat and laughter came from the tarry shed.
I had to capture the moment hence loaded the Nikon and snapped a few photos.
Footdee is an area of Aberdeen, Scotland known locally as "Fittie". It is an old fishing village at the east end of the harbour. The name is actually folk etymology. Far from being "Foot of the Dee/Fit o the Dee", it is actually a corruption of a former dedication to a "St Fothan".
The area has had a settlement as far back as the Medieval times and the first recorded reference to the area of Fittie was in the year 1398. This village was slightly further North than where Footdee is now located. It would have been near to where the St Clement's Church is located.
Footdee is a particularly interesting example of a planned housing development purpose-built to re-house Aberdeen's local fishing community. Laid out in 1809 by John Smith, then Superintendent Of The Town's Public Works. Smith went on to establish himself as one of Aberdeen's key architects. Occupying an isolated spit of land to the SE of Aberdeen's city centre, its regimented squares have been described as a cross between the neo-classical aspirations of Aberdeen and the close-knit fishing communities of the north-east.
The two squares of 'Fish Town' (known as Footdee), originally contained 28 single-storey thatched houses although this increased when the later Middle Row (circa 1837) and Pilot Square (circa 1855) were added. The entrances on each of the North and South squares were filled in the 1870s by William Smith (son of John and architect of Balmoral Castle). He also added additional storeys to the East and West sides of South Square creating a tenement feel. This was an attempt to ease crowding resulting from an influx of fishing families from other less prosperous areas and to help try to enforce the 'one-house-one-family' rule.
The Town Council decided to start selling the dwellings to occupiers in 1880, beginning a period of incremental development and reconstruction. Additional storeys and dormers were added piecemeal by the new owners as funds allowed. The result is one of individuality expressed within the constraints of a strictly formal plan and is a contributing factor to the special architectural and historical interest of Footdee as a whole.
Throughout the 19th century, 'tarry sheds' were added to the communal land within the squares opposite each dwelling and now every dwelling has its own shed. Originally constructed from drift wood and other found materials, the sheds have been built and rebuilt in an idiosyncratic manner over the years in a variety of materials with rendered brick now predominating slightly (2006). Some timber built sheds remain, predominantly on the North side of North Square.
North Square Mission Hall occupies the central area of the North Square, reflecting its significance as an integral part of village life. The building is plain, with simple detailing throughout, and as such, responds sympathetically to its setting and context. Known locally as 'the schoolie' the hall was built for general as well as religious purposes and continues to operate as a multi-purpose meeting space.
The entire Footdee village was added to the statutory list in 1967 as a single entity. The village was subsequently given Conservation Area status in 1968. At resurvey in 2006, each building within the Conservation Area was re-assessed separately. Key examples, demonstrating both individual architectural interest and representing the history and development of the village as a whole, were selected for listing.
On an 1828 map, the new housing squares were specifically labelled 'Fish Town'. 'Footdee' referred to the larger area from St. Clement's Church to 'Fish Town'. Later, the name 'Footdee' was erroneously used to refer specifically to the housing squares, with 'Fish Town' becoming forgotten.
On Tuesday 25 September 2012, Footdee became covered in foam from the sea after experiencing strong wind and rain conditions. The effect was like a blanket of snow and this made the UK national news.
just felt more artistic, and had an idea. and went with it, not sure how well it turned out. pose is my own <3
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Be afraid, be very afraid. This mantis not sure about all of them but this one does not like his own reflection in the lens. It was so dark out that I had to use the flash on my camera. The flash still wasn't enough to scare him off and in turn got me this photo. I do find it difficult to take advantage of the macro ability of my lens, especially when Galway is very limited to small things. Thankfully, Hong Kong solved this problem and I captured this guy
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FR: Trois nains dans un des tableaux de Blanche-Neige et les Sept Nains à Fantasyland - Disneyland Paris.
EN: Three dwarfs in a scenery from Blanche-Neige et les Sept Nains (Snow-White and The Seven Dwarfs) in Fantasyland - Disneyland Paris.
Info:
- HDR Pic from 3XP / Photo HDR àpd 3 expositions
Histoire du cliché:
Il est difficile de faire du HDR dans les Dark Rides. Heureusement, grâce à plusieurs cast-members et une faible affluence, j'ai pu faire 7-8 fois de suite l'attraction afin de sortir 2-3 photos en HDR sans trop bouger.
Story behind the picture:
It's really hard to do HDR in Dark Rides. Thanks to friendly Cast Members and a very weak affluences, I rode it 7-8 times in a row (I was alone in the car for 6-7 times).
Fitzroy
Thanks lovely friends who entertained me with stories, dropped by with coffee, and gave me their walls x
Don't be afraid to note or comment,
//Archives.....//
//Files.....//
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//Opening....//
//Major Mikeal...//
//Log # 154//
We ran through the dynamite blasted caverns. My team followed closely behind me as I kept on the Warlords tail. I could notice that we where going deeper into the caverns. Lefts and rights, to many for me to remember but the warlord seemed to know this way well. He would stop on occasion, to let a guard or convict pass by. But as we descended deeper into the mines, the guard activity became less and less noticeable.
We finally got so far down that he was forced to spark a torch to be able too see. It was getting hotter and we must have been a good 1200 meters underground. We came to a large room, lit with torches and homemade chandeliers. There was a large table in the middle. The walls flickered from the torches, I could only make out a few bunk beds like the ones in our cells. The table had a large selection of carved shivs and knifes, some made of carefully sharpened steel beams, others pure wooden stakes, and I even spotted one made of a metal lunch spoon.
“Welcome to the sanctuary.” shouted the warlord, he extended his hands into the air like some kind of wizard getting ready to cast a spell.
“Not so laud comrade.” I whispered, fearing the guards would hear us.
“Oh Mikeal, do you think I am that stupid, Now sit, sit. Let me let you in on some info. About 8 years ago I was mining in what the “Pigs” refer as “Shit hole zero”. it’s the most dangerous place to mine, and it still is. While I was mining my pickaxe cracked through a large chunk of wall. I peered into the dark abyss. And beheld this large cave.”
He even talked like a wizard.
“Over the next 2 months I had mined a doorway. I disappeared into the cave to live the rest of my days in here. Now I know you are wondering how I got food, well I am a man of many talents. And probably the only one in Varkura who is still in possession of dynamite. If you, nor your team have noticed, this entire cavern is rigged to blow at the touch of a button. ” he said with a large smile.
“So why do you continue to leave your “Sanctuary”?” Grapes asked.
“foolish boy, do you think I would just live the rest of my miserable life in some dark cave. NO!. this is just a keystone in a much larger event!” he exclaimed.
“Boy, do you see that piece of wall over there, the one that does not belong, the nice smooth wall of concrete?, with a trip of mined rock?” He said
“Yeah I see it, what about it?” Grapes asked.
“that, boy, that is the big picture, the cram de‘ la crop, the big kahuna, That boy…..is the north wall to the prisons armory.”
///Log end…..//
No Oscars here I feel !!!
Strobist stuff:
YN560II with gridded snoot - [1/8th power @ 28mm]
Nik Siver Efex conversion to mono.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8
Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
Youre paralyzed
Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight