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Sunset overlooking the Isle of Rhum (for those that have been watching Autumn Watch) today's music is from Marillion www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFi_BMYgaPQ&feature=g-vrec
Apologies for being a day late with this one, I'm afraid I was attending a wedding all day yesterday. Still - one late day out of 31 isn't too bad, and I'm glad to have made it to the finish line at last! I will at some point make a few more posts with detail shots of a few builds and an overall city layout, but for now let me just give my most earnest thanks to everybody who's been following along with this series throughout the month, and especially to those of you giving likes and comments. When May started, I was very deliberate in setting my goal as 'as many Micropolis modules as I can manage', because I didn't think I'd have it in me to do one every day - so even if I'm not thrilled with the quality of every single build, I'm still tremendously pleased to have proved myself wrong.
This is the headquarters of Angel Investments, one of Micropolis's oldest financial institutions. I wanted to do a massive 20th-century skyscraper as my final build, and I had quite a lot of fun reading about the 1916 Zoning Resolution in New York City that led to the development of the city's distinctive stepped-back skyscraper profile. I tried to follow the zoning resolution relatively closely - specifically, I followed the rules for a two-and-one-half-times district (since this is what the Financial District of NYC was zoned as at the time), which states that buildings are capped at street level to a height of 2.5 times the street width, and then for every 1 unit of distance they are stepped back from the street line, they may rise a further 5 units. There is an additional exception that allows for 25% of the lot to rise above the sloped envelope described above, and so indeed the octagonal tower in this build does rise a little bit higher than would otherwise be allowed.
I decided on the 'angel investors' idea for this build pretty early - I had a tablescrap that evolved to become the angelic corbels at the top of the spire, and so I decided to go for a black and gold Art Deco build. Then, funnily enough, I did some research, and found that an incredibly similar building (even including the angels) actually existed at one point! The Richfield Tower in LA was constructed in 1928 and demolished only forty years later - a shame, since it was really rather beautiful.
One final note: I had a couple of rendering issues with this build (most annoyingly, with part 5090 which appears to be too new for ldr_tools_blender to render), so there are a few part replacements that collide with each other - I assure you that there does exist a 'canonical' version of this build saved on my computer which is, I think, a fully legal and plausible build.
He grabbed me... his hand around my mouth... his arm around my waist.. pulling me straight of the ground.. i kicked and struggled trying to force him away. he wouldn't let go. He forced me down, holding my arms down even while i kicked and struggled.. even when i cryed and begged. It only lasted about an hour or so.... but it felt like longer. After he'd left i crawled into a ball.. sat and cryed...i feel so dirty. I feel so used.
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And if you wanted me to stay you know the answer would be yes but you are too afraid to ask. You dont want to show your hand incase the dealer outplays you once again. So you let me walk away and you embrace the cold. I'm tired of waiting. You've used all your chances. But the ties that bind my heart to yours arent easy to break. And as hard as I try to stay away the pull is constant, like the tides, and I cannot deny it. I cannot deny you. And so we whisper our secrets to each other as we hide underneath the sheets. I breathe out, you breathe in. Skin to skin. And with every moment the ties become tighter, stronger. The grip overwhelms me. The hooks make their way across my body and through my soul. I see in your eyes that you feel it to. We shed the same tears. We sleep in the same bed. And when you press your hand against mine we share the same soul. But once again the morning comes and I walk out the door, waiting to hear the words that will make me stay. You hesitate and I try to unravel myself once more. This is not the way I wanted it to be.
She told me that she was afraid of water. Her mum told me same too.
The entire time we were near any sort of water body, I had to keep dragging her away from it. Afraid of water, ya right.
Why am I afraid of life
Pack my heart and soul and mind
Would love to dwell?
Why am I afraid to say what I really feel?
Why am I afraid to live the life
I'd love?
Change the pen and change the ink
Change the way you talk and think
Change the tubes and change the tires
Change the things your heart desires
Change your makeup, change your curls
Change the ways of this changing world
Change the ways of this changing world
Change the ways of this changing world
Afraid to live, live, live
Afraid to love, love, love
Afraid to walk, walk, walk
Afraid to talk, talk, talk
I'm afraid to livе, yes, friend
I'm afraid to die
I'm afraid to livе, yes, friend
I'm afraid to die
Change the pen and change the ink
Change the way you talk and think
Change the tubes and change the tires
Change the things your heart desires
Change your makeup, change your curls
Change the ways of this changing world
Change the ways of this changing world
Change the ways of this changing world
P.S. Things we find inspiring while cleaning. What an amazing album!
I'm afraid there's no excuse for this group of photos! Unless I've missed a way to get a shot into an album without posting it into my photostream, then this is the only way to include some early 'livery shots'. I haven't included them in any groups. Apologies, but then I hope some will find them interesting!
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This photograph was taken in the magic of The Golden Hour around Sunrise (Sunrise was at precisely 07:56am), at an altitude of Seventeen metres, at 08:03am on Sunday January 11th 2015 off Botany Road and Marine Drive, on the sandy shoreline of Botany Bay in Broadstairs, Kent, England.
I set off at 05:30am on a very chilly morning, around two degrees, and a bracing wind that pounded flesh and bones, but well worth the one and a half hour journey there to enjoy a lovely sunrise. The seven bays in Broadstairs consist of: (From south to north) Dumpton Gap, Louisa Bay, Viking Bay, Stone Bay, Joss Bay, Kingsgate Bay and Botany Bay.
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Nikon D800 18mm 1/160s f/2.8 iso100 RAW (14Bit) -2.7EV compensation. Manual focus. Manual exposure. Matrix metering. Auto white balance.
Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8G ED IF. Nikon MB-D12 battery grip. Two Nikon EN-EL batteries. Nikon DK-17M Magnifying Eyepiece. Nikon DK-19 soft rubber eyecup. Manfrotto MT057C3 057 Carbon Fiber Tripod 3 Sections (Payload 18kgs). Manfrotto MH057M0-RC4 057 Magnesium Ball Head with RC4 Quick Release (Payload 15kgs). Manfrotto quick release plate 410PL-14.Jessops Tripod bag. Optech Tripod Strap.Digi-Chip 64GB Class 10 UHS-1 SDXC. Lowepro Transporter camera strap. Lowepro Vertex 200 AW camera bag. Nikon MC-DC2 remote shutter release. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit.
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Day 171 (06.21.2012)
Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. ~ Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun
Happy Fence Friday and Happy Weekend from the rainy and steamy Tampa Bay Convention Center!
ODC2 Fear
You challenge me for stress, I give you a witch. You challenge me for a 7 deadly sins, I give you a freak with a knife.....
So you got what you were asking for today. A freak witch with a knife behind her back. I am scary...Mwouaahahahahah
Please don't show that to your kids.
It was so much fun to make. I think I have a good face for it!!!
Oooops, Sophie finished her Sleeping beauty movie. Got to go cook diner!!!
Como en un juego de niños,
creimos estar en guerra
e irremediablemente,
finalmente salimos heridos.
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This water rat is curiously watching my movements from its hole in the pond. I think its nose shivers in fear. Don’t afraid; I will not hurt or disturb my friends.
Taken at Kadavoor, Kerala, India.
I don't know it it's clear. I'm scared of the twister.
Twister by: browse.deviantart.com/resources/?q=tornado&order=9&am...
Being afraid of hights ,made this experience a true chalenge for me!Here i am ,standing on this small narrow bridge,realy uncomfortable,cars are going by,scaring the sh. out of me!And to top it all ,i get this fear i might drop my camara...wich maby i should have...All the better reasons and excuses to get a better one!!!LOL Anyway got only a few shots and just had to go.This is one of them.
Hope next time i get at least train company to pay of this fright for hight moment!!!
It is a little known fact that it is only the glass which protects you when visiting otters. They are quite vicious and can jump farther than the bunny in Monty Python. Be afraid. The "we're sleeping" and "innocent puppy dog look" are just acts. They are but feeble attempts to cover their nefarious intents. Really.
Don't be afraid to take on new challenges... #opportunity #ownyoursuccessstory #leadyourlife #cydcor ift.tt/1ljnlvr
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road
You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take this thing out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causing mayhem
When I say 'em or do something I do it, I don't give a damn
What you think, I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if a thing's stopping me
I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony
No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's still shit and
Whether he's on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shit's his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the universe
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road
Ok quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth
For that fuck your feelings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped
And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehhhh"
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground
Relax, I ain't going back to that now
All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack BLAOW
Cause I ain't playin' around
There's a game called circle and I don't know how
I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't
This fucking black cloud's still follow's me around
But it's time to exercise these demons
These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road
And I just can't keep living this way
So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, Imma face my demons
I'm manning up, Imma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
And don't even realise what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they can do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers, and drop dead
No more beef flingers, no more drama from now on, I promise
To focus soley on handling my responsibility's as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
You couldn't lift a single shingle lonely
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
Put a ??? and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar, I shoot for the moon
But I'm too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and
I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road
Here's a placeholder shot, a terrible one I'm afraid
When we parted, over a cloudy skies and a hot warm breakfast
The works and a flat white
Him back to the city for work, and ourselves off to the north
With the sunrise buzz starting to wear off, visible in our eyes
Re-supplied and ready to roll out, I resigned ourselves to what must surely be a wasted day of driving
With weather less co-operating and nothing worth beating a sidetrack to
Punched in the address of our accommodation at Rainbow Beach into our GPS
And entertained ourselves watching local trees whiz by
Until of course the road started to meander and narrow
With the drizzle pounding on the rooftops steadily, an unending spritz
And we ended up on an unsealed road, names unfamiliar
The little car icon hovering in limbo, away from the bright neon purple line
Let's try another path shall we, my face brightened up
Masking my apprehension at driving unknown, placing my trust in that tiny machine
Sitting atop my dashboard, lights suddenly garish
Calmly telling me, in a cool crisp British accent, to turn left along Pomona-Kin-Kin Road
And so we blundered our way through, the fear somehow didn't yet permeate through our thick skulls
At every mishap, where trails turn cold, logging tracks that seem overgrown, or the GPS beeped its disapproval
we simply turned and took the other path
Many opportunities abound; pine trees at least 4 storeys high lined the roads
Lined the tracks narrow and endless into the horizon
Low lying fog that carpeted the ground, the light rain creating a spray, a mist
Clearings with solitary trees, their gnarled fingers reaching heavenwards
But I clenched my teeth together and motioned to carry on
Don't jinx anything, my superstitious mind whispered
Hairy yes, with some roads almost impossible to make a three point turn
A multi-point turn it became
With only two other 4WDs coming in from the opposite direction
Remembering their jovial faces and friendly waves, ruddy faces from a midday drink perhaps
The yellow ochre mud laden track swished its mark on our champagne X-Trail
Artistic strokes from a Chinese calligraphy master mixed with that of a precocious toddler armed with a toothbrush
And the rocks, oh the rocks
Tiny gremlins, serrated teeth, serrated claws, armed with serrated forks and knives
Waiting greedily to rip our tires into shreds
Holes, trenches, dugouts pockmarked the road
Groceries going through the wash and spin cycle
Bottles of Bundy clinked a gentle toast together
Surf and turf merged inseparable
I thought, hoped and then prayed
Of emergencies, contingencies, plans
And a frantic recollection, of reading somewhere, somewhere
Cooloola Way was impassable in wet weather
But then a drizzle for hours is not a torrential downpour innit?
Grabbing my Kindle to go through my stored documents and guide book
Or did I see it online? Swiping the lock screen unlock
To find out that we were in an area of no cellular coverage
Vodafone be damned, why didn't I pick Telstra over airport convenience?
Then the car juddered to an abrupt halt
Throwing us both slightly forward in our seats
Floor it I mentally yelled, but meekly squeaked out for my wife
Panic registering in her demeanor as she whispered
I already am
The tableau, the both of us, frozen in gaze, eyes locked at each other, jaws open slightly
Fear percolating until that moment threaten to brew over, the car frozen in mud
Potato chips floating in mid air, okay maybe I exaggerate
Just an extreme crop experiment: 300mm eq. crop from 85mm lens. While it doesn't have all the sharpness, to my eyes it still retains the "3D look" afforded by larger sensors. Even so, the 85mm lens delivers well on the AA filter equipped D750 and DxO PhotoLab does its usual magic with detail recovery.
More and more, I'm convinced that it's not low light photography where big cameras have their differentiation, it's the low ISO (bright light) situations. This is an ISO 100 shot.