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I had a particularly bad Sunday night and the kitchen took quite a bit of cleaning up. Mental illness is so glamourous in the films...they don't smash up kitchens, and if they do they certainly don't have to clean it up themselves afterwards.
Hello
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anybody home?
Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb
(Yes, shoot me, I prefer this version over the original of Pink Floyd...)
Skin & Corselet > a.C. Store
Tattoo > Aitui
Primfeet > SLink
Some very unhappy snaps from my trip to the coast to get youngest daughter's plaster removed for wound cleaning. So much ruin. Some bleak beauty, but plenty of very ugly. Some weird lucky breaks, some unimaginable awful luck, sadness and loss.
You gotta see all 5 photos (in order) for it to make sense.
Apparently it is also aftermath of Tongo volcano eruption a day earlier (polution in atmosphere).
It is at sunset, but actually looking to the South! The view to the west was not as spectacular.
Similar "Explored" image taken, just 3 min earlier, by my flickr mate: flic.kr/p/2mXwd99 , independently! :-)
(It was huge! - would not fit in the frame, so it is a stitch of 3 vertical shots, processed in DxO, with EXIF imported from the first image)
Elise Capalini doesn't get any farther than the DT box. She stops, just staggered by the whole thing. Linds... The touch on her shoulder draws her back--so does the scent of a wolf nearby. She looks up, but doesn't see the beast. "She just told me--" She breaks off, thinking on the comment about Damian and Rena. She presses a hand to her forehead and bends in two, feeling sick.
Bailey Longcloth doesn't know what to say really but gently rubs Elise's back, "You know she didn't mean it. She's.. angry. She'll calm down as will you. You'll talk... calmly and set it right"
Elise Capalini looks up at Bails, shaking her head a little. "She doesn't understand me--and I don't understand her." Her head comes up sharply when Damian comes down the street, and as if in reflex, she curls a protective hand around her tail. No. Jesus, no. That wasn't how things were done. She didn't want to -look human.
Bailey Longcloth says, "Perhaps neither of you understand the other, maybe you never will, but you love her, she loves you. It's as simple as that." Seeing the Mayor she'd hug Elise and say softly, "She didn't mean it, you -know- deep down she didn't"
Elise Capalini shakes her head at Bails. "I don't know what she means anymore. She walked away from the Pride, Bails. She never would have done that. Ever. She--" She swallows hard. "She doesn't agree with me...thinks I'm taking the Pride in the wrong direction. Thinks..." She shakes her head. "I don't know."
Bailey Longcloth nods, "Then that's her choice. It doesn't mean we don't still care about her and won't watch out for her, whether she's in the Pride or not. We -have- to." she'd glance up the alley way and shrug "The Pride is yours Elise, the direction it goes is up to you. Whether someone stays or goes, that's on them. But we never turn our back on them"
Elise Capalini exhales and nods to Bails. She doesn't know what more to say; losing Laz and Linds in the same day...she wasn't sure what the lesson was here, but whatever it was, she felt only hollow. She looks down the street, toward Linds and Quen, but it's Eamon she sees, stepping out of the alley. She squeezes Bails' hand. "Thank you," she says softly.
Eamon Cale slowly approaches the pair by the newspaper box. "Everything all right here?" he asks softly.
Bailey Longcloth nods to Elise and squeezes her hand, "Your welcome" she'd take Elise's hand and put it in Eamon's "I think she needs you tonight" she'd smile and back away headed for home
Elise Capalini looks down at her hand as Bails places it in Eamon's. She looks up at him and shakes her head a little. "I don't know what just happened," she says softly. "I nearly threw myself at Linds."
In my 11th winter in this region, it was the biggest single-day storm that I have seen. Most of what you see in these two photos (see the other in Comments) fell in one day; there really wasn't a big buildup before. I have seen more snow but not falling in one day.
This is a view back at the house with Sue peering out, coffee cup in hand.
© Anvilcloud Photography
After a day of on and off storms, the sky began to clear and rewarded us with a rainbow over the mountains. (two horizontal shots, merged vertically)
The ocean is behind me. The foreground here is sandy beach in summer and the seawall is about 4 feet high. This was the result of a very strong 2-day storm 3 years ago - can't remember the name of the storm.
Explore @#214
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One of two yachts aground in the normally sheltered Arisaig bay after their moorings failed during Storm Floris.
So with the last stormy day happening last friday and the weather forecast for the following day appearing perfect I wanted to try to capture any of the mixed up conditions that storm had left behind. With a beach full of surfers and a few photographers as well as just a bunch of people looking at now rather less impressive waves (although still pretty large), we were treated to what I thought, was a pretty good sunset. The cloud formations were excellent and full of drama but the one in this image was my favourite. A pretty odd shape, but one that was light up beautifully by the setting sun.
I was praying for the perfect wave to come in when the light was at its best (most waves weren't getting further enough up the beach) and thankfully I managed to get lucky just at the right time. Normally when I'm at Wembury the triangle shaped rock you can see (the Mew stone) in this image acts as the perfect focal point. However in this shot it was the silhouetted tree that offered this role with the Mew stone acting more as a secondary focal point.
Anyway, great fun evening and nice to meet some other photographers down there enjoying it too.
The last time I hiked Wind Mountain (at least a year or two ago), the trail took twice as long to finish due to trees and debris scattered everywhere. Apparently a fierce winter storm had wreaked havoc on the hillsides in the area, which left hikers scrambling up, over and under limbs and trunks and demolished slopes. This scene, though, was still beautiful when the light filtered in.
Image made with my Holga.
Haven't done an outdoor scene in a really long time so I decided to get out play in the mud.
I really enjoyed making that helmet. Imma try doing some more stuff like that.
This is my HEAVILY modded Aftermath Kraken AK-47 airsoft gun. Upgrades include: M82 stock, M4 stock adaptor, grenade launcher, tactical grip, PEQ-2 battery box, scope mount, and red dot scope. The internals are also completely upgraded.
Nearly every time I have to sort, I'll work for fifteen minutes before getting drawn into building another creation, usually doubling the sorting I'll have to do later. Such was the case yesterday. So enjoy the fruits of my procrastination with this moody little vignette, built around two olive drone thingies, and featuring a healthy dosage of 1x1 round tiles and of course, a bit of olive cheese. Thanks to Ian Spacek for gifting me both.
A fisherman casts his line unperturbed as a beach house lies in ruins after it toppled over during a fierce, ocean pounding of a few days earlier.
Outerbanks, North Carolina.
Nature is quick to reclaim its own after devastating events like floods, earthquakes and fires. The tree trunks in this picture all have new growth within three weeks of a ground fire. You can see the old leaves are dead but not burned. The bracken has also shot up from seeds in the ground. This is not a fire that exploded through the tree-tops with a heavy wind behind it but one that raced through the undergrowth, moving on before it could do more than scorch the upper reaches.
“I used to believe that being a good soldier meant doing everything they told you. That’s how they engineered us. But we’re not droids. We’re not programmed. You have to learn to make your own decisions.”
- Clone Captian Rex
And another tablescrap :P
Inspired by a 457th member who's name I can't remember.
As always, C&C appreciated and TFVAHAGD!
P.S. That moment when the sticker starts to peel off and you don't notice till after you upload the pic :P