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I'm afraid of heights. It's a lot better now than it used to be, but still. To be able to get a shot like this, I need a lot of time to get used to the view - look into the abyss for a few minutes, take a step closer, repeat. There can not be people near me, I simply don't trust them. Not that I think that they want to push me, although the thought may cross their minds, I just know that people are clumsy. They lose their balance, bump into me, and that's it. People do die here, mostly the clumsy ones. The most recent casualty was standing near the edge and dropped her sunglasses - in an effort to catch them she lost her balance and fell down. Just so you know that this is sort of heroic for me.
But where is it? It's Victoria Falls, shot from The Zimbabwe side. Zambia is on the other side.
This is actually a selfie. I set the exposure and focus and then took my time to move to the death spot. I then asked Daniella to trip the shutter, so I guess officially it's not a selfie. Anyway, it was shot on our Beyond The Great Rivers tour, just after sunrise.
This image was recently used for the review I wrote on the Gura Gear Bataflae camera backpack - the black thing I'm wearing in the shot. You can find the review on the 500px blog:
I usually end by mentioning the fact that you can join me to this place, but unfortunately both the 2015 and 2016 tours are already fully booked - it's crazy. We may decide to add a second tour in 2016, so drop us a line if you're interested.
Marsel
©2015 Marsel van Oosten, All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without the explicit written permission of the photographer.
be very afraid.
She's 3 and she's not afraid to use it.
reminds me of this: www.flickr.com/photos/diyosa/817994509/ I should process it the same.
Some of you might have known already, but my daughter has been being bullied by her classmate. She had injured twice last October and last December by the same boy and needed to go to hospital twice. Each time, it took 2-3 weeks to recover. She has been hit by the boy in a daily basis since last September. Sometimes my daughter was hit by the boy even in front of her homeroom teacher. However, her homeroom teacher did not make him stop hitting my daughter and the boy kept hitting her in front of the teacher. The teacher even did not inform me anything about my daughter being bullied. No wonder my daughter felt helpless. The boy has been bullying at least 8 more kids other than my daughter since three years ago. My daughter is traumatized by the bullying. She is suffered by the bullying not only physically but also mentally and she is afraid to go back to school. However, school did not do anything much and let the boy bullying in daily basis. There's no discipline, suspension or expulsion against bullies in public schools in Japan. There are still strong prejudice against foreigner, mixed-race children, children who have single parent or illegitimate children. And the most public schools tries to hide the facts that there are so many bullying, violence, stealing and prejudice going on from the board of education. These two little articles well describe the situation in Japan. search.japantimes.co.jp/cgi-bin/rc20101216a3.html
www.gmanews.tv/story/204711/bullied-in-japan-pre-teen-hal...
The situation of school children in Japan is terrible.
I am trying to get more attention on the bullying and violence in my daughter’s school from some higher authority in order to protect my daughter. So, I have been so busy, I am not able to come to flickr often or even do no have time to take photos. I hope I could get some help and get some peaceful results.
Thank you for your support and friendship. Lika
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NEX-6 + Lenkinap OKC1-22-1 22/2.8 cine lens
I'm afraid I don't know a lot about the origins of this brooch. It's made from metal and has paste stones, so it's not worth much, but I find it attractive. It probably dates from the first half of the 20th century. The base is a vintage postcard from the 1910s.
For this week's Looking Close... on Friday group theme, Jewelry on a Paper Background - or Jewellery for those of us in the UK. :)
Postcards are made from cardstock, which is a heavy form of paper.
When you love, you afraid of losing.
When you fear of losing, you lose.
When you lose, you afraid to love.
Kun rakastaa, pelkää menettävänsä.
Kun pelkää menettävänsä, menettää.
Kun menettää, pelkää rakastaa.
I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare.
This indeed is a safe refuge, it is the refuge supreme. It is the refuge whereby one is freed from all suffering.
Secret 9:
When I was with him, I felt safe in his arms and when I was just around him, I was safe. And now, the only place I feel truly safe, invincible... is Karate.
I found this large Bumble bee crawling on our driveway, I think she's a Buff-tailed Bumble bee? I'm never afraid that these bees will sting, it's always a last resort defense. They seem to realise when we're attempting to help them. One of her legs looks twisted in the photo but I put her on the Senetti flowers behind & there was no sign of her a few minutes later so I hope she flew safely away HWW & HBW
She wasn't afraid of what was happening...she just dint want to be there when it happened..
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd9LpME3jnk
NEW @ Neo Japan
Sept 26th
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Culprit Sharkipoo and Friend Great White (Animesh)
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Male & Female - Omega / Maitreya / Belleza / Altamura / Signature / Slink / Legacy / BOM Layers
Pix'd @ Beautiful Piss Alley @ Tralalas Diner
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Post-Apocalypse living at its finest....
Photo Op Sim
Stuff
Wicca's Originals Nyx Hands
Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke
Then we could all just laugh until I cry
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I'm fairly certain of the ID because of the red markings on the thorax and the all red T1 but I cannot be 100% positive I'm afraid.
I suppose I could just say Nomada sp. but I like to try and narrow things down if I can and I am always quite happy to be corrected by anyone more expert in these things.
These bees which I thought to be small wasps when I first encountered them a few years back range in size from 7.5 to 10mm in length.
This one was photographed on wild garlic in one of my favourite local woodland locations.
Incidentally , I always feel a bit sorry for lone lady dog walkers who may see me from a distance crouched and poking around the undergrowth in the woods which I sometimes think must be a bit disconcerting for them perhaps. I don't know.
They've all been alright with it though and often show interest in what I'm up to and looking at which is always good.
The image will enlarge a little.
Blazon, 2002.
Impressive thick layers of paint, so attractive that you want to touch the works: that is the work of one of Dutch artist Bram Bogart (1921-2012).
More of Bram Bogart at my Blog:
Afraid that the background was too dark, I thought of retaking this photo. But by then, I'd already eaten a few of the clementines, and somehow an emptier bowl just seemed...sad.
3 years ago, *today* ...
(damn, i didn't even realize that until this *moment*.
hold on, i need another moment ... )
wow. okay.
3 years ago today a new phase of my life started. i'm afraid i came undone.
you know that stats graph for your photos here on flickr? i picture my life these past
3 years - in general - as that dotted line at the end, of each day, abruptly
veering downward, going ... ? where exactly?
one of my favorite all-time quotes: "change comes very slowly, and very suddenly."
for 7 years it built up, to that day. and then everything seemed to suddenly
drop out from under.
in my mind - over and over - i've heard myself say: "i haven't been the same since."
at first it made sense that i would need time for those stages - how many? 7? the first - shock - lasted a long time. wait, who am i kidding? it's still in play. and actually i prefer
to call it stun: "to deprive of consciousness or strength".
yeah, that's it, especially the strength part. another way of putting it - i've heard myself say - "i just haven't have the heart for ... " almost anything it seems.
the heart - strength, courage, will, passion.
i withdrew, a lot. having been a performer and nightcrawler for many years,
it's been strange, disconcerting to not want to "go out"; not want
to see anyone, do anything.
i've felt like a bad friend, i've felt devoid of character.
in limbo for too long, knowing *something* had to change, i moved across country,
back to the company of some family left 23 years ago. for awhile, for now. "to see."
it's been strange, hard, and good.
but honestly? my only interests: photographing, watching movies at home,
2dimensional, flat, detached, vicarious.
although there also was a man, for a little more than a year, sort of. begun
as a distraction, i thought perhaps i could pull that off for just a little while,
to help "transition". but i'm too old for that now, and i fall, i fall, in love.
i always fall. i'm clumsy that way.
so i shifted into my proximate, ensuing modus operandi - delusion. he would love me. how could he not?! i am love-able, i am adore-able. certainly he would choose me!
and i would be validated, at last, chosen! one last shot! and he did not!
stunned, by stumbling down the same road, tripping into the same potholes
of the same old roads past traveled. clumsy. "fall down 7 times, get up 8".
when
is
this
going
to
end?
am i finished being "triggered" by the loss; of what i thought was to be?
sent reeling into grieving back, back, further, all the way, to that earliest formative experience of grief? that of being unwanted? by a mother of 17, by a father long gone?
of being tied to the bed and left immobilized, alone, in the cold, dark, for hours, and hours, and hours, a day, two?
i remember consciousness at that age of three - thinking "why are they doing this to me? why is this happening? am i being punished? for what? is god punishing me? i must have come into this life innately bad and deserving of punishment. or maybe this is just what life is, what existence is, at least mine: empty, void, dark, mean, hungry, cold, frozen, rigid, lone, endless ...... "
i'm afraid, of this frayed fringey life of mine having peaked out
like the stats on my photos. afraid of the end of the page there,
dropping off
into nothingness,
the unknowing ...
who is charting this graph?
i've heard there are 3 things people need in life, in order to thrive (my word):
1) someone to love
2) something to do
3) something to look forward to
this is a simple formula, but rendered incomprehensibly complex
by the enormous possible combinations of factors,
the who/what/where/why/how/whens.
i can't factor this all in! i can't figure this out!
i have always been mathphobic!
i must run from the room
to hide, outside!
or else here, i remain
undone.
loosely dropped to the floor,
but undone,
at least i remain.
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"hope dies last."
~ studs terkel
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Another holiday snap from North Wales.
I so enjoyed my time at Talacre beach I'm afraid there will probably be a few more lighthouse shots before I'm done. Hope you enjoy!
" Down at the gasworks by the meat factory door
The 5 Lamp Boys were comin` on strong "
{ Do have a look the piece of History Ive written on this as its interesting I think, and it will hopefully make you smile! }
These are some of the words to the song, "Rat Trap" by Bob Geldof and the Boomtown Rats which was a big international hit for them in November 1978.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=opd14v2I7Ik
" The Story of The Five Lamps "
The 5 Lamps are a well known Dublin landmark and stand on an island at the junction of 5 streets. It is much loved and respected by the local people who are part of a closely knit community and can trace back their history here to the 1600s.
The monument was erected to the memory of Lieutenant
General Henry Hall,a soldier from Athenry, Co. Galway at a cost of £200 which he bequeathed in his will, so the people of the area would have fresh water to drink from the [4] fountains and "desist from partaking of the demon drink!!" I dont think it worked somehow and they didnt even add it to their whiskey! Anyway, what respectable whiskey drinker would ruin a good drink like that and they couldnt have afforded it anyway. More likely Poteen was the common drink around here. If Henry came back today,Im sure he would be delighted to see that "The Five Lamps" pub across the road is now closed!
Henry also had a little pad in Dublin which is still standing and known as "Merville Hall!" You could fit half the population of Dublin into Henry`s little place and with a few dozen sepoys with there back to the task, you would probably get the entire lot in! "What what I say!! Steady lads!, Good show you fellows!!!" { Shades of "Zulu"! } I dont know if he really said that of course but somehow I think he would. I cant imagine that he was an Irish native somehow. Not with his position in the British army at that time, or his apparent wealth.
He had served in the Bengal army and had been Superintendent of the Malwara region for 13 years so he had a few quid!
He died in 1875 and by all account was a "jolly good sort"
and he did have the peoples good at heart as there was no proper water supply and people existed in appalling conditions in tenement slums. Some of the renovated ones can be seen in the photo.
The independent MP, Tony Gregory fought all his life to have the old places knocked down and new town houses build so the local people could remain in the area and not be moved to some " no mans land" in west Dublin which had happened to so many. He was very successful and he achieved an awful lot and the community have stayed together. Poor people who lived in these appalling conditions, were always very loyal to each other and they all helped one another.They always looked after their neighbours The community spirit is still evident there thankfully! Wealth brings out the worst traits in lots of people Im afraid.
There is a lovely Dublin saying from around this period. Mothers in the tenaments would call their children in from the streets at dinner hour by calling out through the window " Will ya come in kids! Yer dinners poured out" Dinner being a bowl of gruel or maybe on special occasions, soup!!!
What is the significance of the 5 lamps? It may be to represent the junction of the 5 streets, or the 5 major battles in the Indian wars or perhaps the 5 lamps that are lit for good luck during the Hindu Diwali Festival. No one really knows and more than likely its probably just a nice design.
The photo is a 3 picture HDR merge in PSP x8 and further edited in Picasa 3. I do like the ghost images of the passers by.
Anyway, if you fancy a few drinks I could meet you at the 5 lamps but watch out for the ghost of old Henry, keeping watch!
Thanks for dropping by. I appreciate your Faves and comments and Ill catch you all later!
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Mozzy is very afraid of the bubbles. He knows they live in a little bottle and sometimes they break free. He always runs for the door to go inside when he sees them.
...Me doy cuenta que estoy muy emocionado, apenas puedo vaciar la mente. Creo que es la emoción que sólo un hombre libre puede sentir y que ha recobrado la esperanza, un hombre libre al principio de un largo viaje cuyo final es incierto...
Charlie, Destroyer of the Wallpaper World. "Dagorcord"
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52 Week Project - Week 16
"Being brave is nothing more than standing up when you're afraid."
I've decided to start focusing less on the things that I can't change and more on the ones I'm afraid to. I thought all last week about what I wanted to shoot for my week 16, but for the life of me, I could not decide on one idea. I hated the idea of doing another self-portrait, I didn't want the world to have to see my face again this week. But I realized it wasn't about that, I just really didn't like myself or where I was going in life. Once I realized the self-destructive nature of these thoughts, I set a due date for this image, hopped in the car without a solid idea or location, and just went.
I enjoy the nature of this project because it allows me to play on fleeting ideas and emotions, spending as much or as little time necessary to create something I'm proud to show off. Not a whole lot of these weeks are consistent with the last, but that's okay. The fact that most of these are unplanned makes me look forward to take a step back at the end of this project to see how it all came together, what worked, what didn't, and everything in-between.