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Lamborghini Adventador on the main straight at the classic Goodwood circuit during the Peter Saywell supercar event.
A great car that looks fantastic in this "bare metal" finish.
Pictogram in the Montreal Metro. February 20, 2016.
Pictogramme dans le métro de Montréal, 20 février 2016.
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Minolta Dynax 7xi
Minolta Maxxum AF 50mm f1.7 (22)
Minolta Data Card (1/125s, f4, 0.0, 50mm)
Kodak Eastman Double-X 5222 (200 ISO)
Foma Fomadon Excel 1:1 for 10mins (20C)
Flemish Wrestling Force - Wrestling Wars 2021 - Jack Mercy & Rocky Jones Vs Aron Giri & Ace Insane
Jack Mercy & Rocky Jones (The Movie Makers) Def. (Pin) Aron Giri & Ace Insane (Anger and Agression)
( Op 16 oktober keert de FWF terug naar De Griffel voor een nieuwe editie van Wrestling Wars.
Bereidt je voor op een avond vol actie en spektakel voor de hele familie.
Geniet van live pro wrestling met tal van worstelaars uit binnen en buitenland. )
(As usual, larger size is much better - you can see it in the begining of this slideshow).
(Many more night shots from Havana, coming soon). Even though a few minutes later, there was a 1st attempt on my camera to be robbed, it's one of my favourite ones -
(The story : please, read this if you intend to visit Havana : a very atmospherical place, specially at night and specially in the south of old Havana... I was out in the streets each night there and "flirted a bit with danger", was "rewarded" by 2 agressions, fortunately by "amateurs" : each time and on separate occasions, a lone youngster came in an agile way by my side, managed to grab my precious Lumix very delicately in order not to damage it, tried to pull it away, but could not as it was always safely tied to my shoulders...
always out of the blue of course... Fortunately they were only amateurs and did not insist when they realised that they would have to take me along :))
=>> it could have been much worse, I could have been molested or knived, or attacked by a gang or threatened and ordered to leave all the things I had on me : nothing of the sort, but OTOH in those circumstances, no one came to help, comfort or protect even though I was not alone in those streets !
I did not find this particularly traumatising and on both occasion, continued to shoot on the same spot as by then, everyone knew that I could scream very very loud, the thieves had fled into the dark night and I was still fascinated by all these shadows and incredible buildings ; if need be, I also sensed that I could have cried for help and would have been given some assistance in that case !)
The bar industry is painfully aware that excessive alcohol consumption breeds bizarre behavior, everything from spontaneous outbursts of lust to spontaneous violence. Of course, everyone knows that alcohol causes extreme behavior but If you watch aberrant behavior for a living you have the point driven home more often. Watching drunks while you are sober can be quite tedious and it isn't easy to go from abject boredom to diligent aggression instantaneously. Unlike the patrons you are not there for entertainment. The night this document came into my possession was particularly bizarre. The clientele was unusually aggressive that evening. Acts of aggression were bracketed by moments of unsolicited affection by random patrons. Between the fights and ejections, fan-boys claimed to be in awe and age-inappropriate girls (and one young man) made overtures of a more salacious nature. Apparently the patrons were subject to the same delusion. Most evenings I do not exude trans-gender appeal. My boredom and indifference is sometimes mistaken for cool. Just for the record, my indifference is indeed indifference. I am not being coy.
At the end of the evening I talked to the manager while he straightened up the outside area where the tables are. I did nothing, expertly. I didn't have to snap into action for a few minutes yet. The manager picked up three pages of lined paper, folded into quarters. There was writing on the paper in ink. He picked it up without looking at it and said to me, "This is for you. It's a love letter." I took it from him. I didn't examine it either, I just put it in my pocket. I didn't look at it until I got home. It was written in cursive with questionable handwriting. It looked like the kind of cursive taught in Catholic schools, although again, that is speculation. It didn't seem to be a creative writing assignment. It was too badly written and had multiple misspellings. The tenses were all contradictory and wrong. And it seemed too sincere.
Like the rest of the evening, the plot of this story was bizarre. You don't really need this type of information when you are the only one in the house awake and you are by yourself.
Was the anonymous writer of this document completely insane? Was this improbable tale left behind to mess with someone's (anyone's) head? No, no one would do that. I would do it of course but I doubt that anyone else would go through all that effort to achieve no reaction to it. The energy consumed in creating a story, particularly this story, would imply that its author would seek a response, even if viewed surreptitiously. Again, I don't need to see a response to my work but almost anyone else craves one. I have disciplined myself to forgo response. Responses cannot improve an artist's mature work. For the sake of clarity, I am not suggesting that this story is mature work. It seems to be written by someone between the ages of 19 and 24. Seems. Speculation.
This is the content of the entire content document. The only changes I made to it were to correct punctuation. I also cut up a few run on sentences when they became to painful to read. I did not write this story myself. I swear that this is not a hoax, not on my part anyway. Not this time. I have perpetrated some hoaxes in my day so I can only expect widespread skepticism to these claims but I swear, It wasn't me this time.
Today was the first time I looked at these pages since the first night I took them home.I would like to dedicate this to and blame this post on Josh Nespor. If it wasn't for that bastard I would have never read this damn story in the first place. Every time I tried to pass this document off on someone else they handed it back to me. I wish that I hadn't taken it. Everyone else was smarter than I was. That really pisses me off.
Thanks, Josh.
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Hi my name is Dave C----r. I'm Cecilia's boyfriend. I am very grateful that you are going to help us. It's been a very long road for the both of us and I'm tired and beat down.Here is what I have experienced so far:We got a room that we rent in a house and unexplainable things would happen. We would hear walking in our room and hallway but no person would be there. We are the only people on the top floor. We hear banging on the wall as well as scratching. Doors would open all the time. We would put stuff in front of the doors all the time and it would still open. It would always feel like something was watching us. We would hear babies crying, no one has a baby in our home, not even the neighbors. I've locked and shut the bathroom door and it still opens. Our roommates have heard banging in our room and we wouldn't be home. We would hear and feel scratching on the bed and it would feel like the bed would be getting kicked.I have been scratched on my upper lip. It burned very bad and I was watching it form three claw marks. It was getting redder and it burned more. As Cecilia was praying something grabbed my leg very very tight. It scared me so much we slept on church steps for a week. The house feels safe during the day but not at night. You could feel so much tension in the air when we would pray. That is what is going on in the house as far as Cecilia and I. I will write on the back page.
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The first night at the house Cecilia and I were so happy. We finally had our own place and everything was fine until around 11 pm. At that time she wouldn't talk to me then she grabbed a razor and tried cutting herself. I took it from her and asked what's wrong. Cecilia said no words but she started ripping out her hair. I got her to stop then she tried grabbing my throat. I wrestled with her from 11 pm until 5 am. She had super strength and her eyes changed color from dark blue to all white with a bright gold ring around her pupil and she would growl. A lot of thoughts went through my head. I wasn't sure what to think but I knew I was going to make sure she was safe and I wasn't going to leave until I figured out what's wrong and found help. I was scared because she didn't look like her and I was all alone. The things happening in the house got worst over time. This was going on for about two months before I said anything to anyone. I was scared that she would kill me and herself. I haven't gotten a full nights sleep since the end of June. Every night her eyes would change color and I was fighting to keep her from killing herself and me. She would stare into my eyes with the look that felt like it pierced my soul. I looked on the Internet and it sounded like split personalities so I felt like there can be a solution. I start to talk to her while she was trying to kill us and she said you can't help her she's mine you should just leave. She said she would make a deal with me if I gave our unborn child to Satan it would leave.
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In my mind I think that this can't be real and I laugh and said no. She was so mad as I was holding her down she threw me off the bed and started to rip her hair out. I was really worried about how strong she was. She is 5' 1" 119 pounds and I'm 5' 11" 160 pounds. Then her eyes turn green and she said her name is princess and she is Cecilia at 15 years old. So I think that it is a split personality disorder. She begins to tell me that she is a scared little girl and she doesn't like men and she didn't trust me. I felt relieved that I had the answer to what's going on.
I was at Santee Lakes the other day, and I was concentrating on photographing the Blue Darter when the much larger Flame Skimmer swooped down and snatched the Blue Darter, and tried to fly off with it. The Blue Darter then returned to this same perch and carried on as if nothing had happened. I have no idea what happened, but it is mating season in the dragonfly world, so it could have been anything.
Other pictures that I've taken of both dragonflies and butterflies can be seen in my Butterflies & Dragonflies set. www.flickr.com/photos/9422878@N08/sets/72157626745277518/...
I do quite a bit of photography at Santee Lakes as they have great birds and dragonflies, plus it looks great in infrared. Also, it's relatively close to my house. Other pictures from Santee Lakes are in my Santee Lakes album.
Jard sur Mer - Vendée (France)
En 1198, Richard Ier, roi d'Angleterre, duc de Normandie, comte d'Anjou et de Poitou, fonda l'abbaye royale de Lieu-Dieu, situé sur les bords de la mer, près de la village de Jard. Elle fut placée sous l'invocation de Notre-Dame et il fit installer des moines du monastère des Prémontrés.
Ces moines surent mettre en valeur les marais et les terres. Ce sont eux qui plantèrent des chênes verts pour empêcher le sable d'envahir leurs cultures.
Cette abbaye fut très prospère mais, très convoitée, elle eut à subir de nombreuses agressions. Pillée à plusieurs reprises (1316 / 1371) elle fut ruinée par les protestants en 1568. Elle ne s'en remit jamais vraiment.
En cours de restauration, ce bâtiment ne se visite pas pour le moment.
En vitrail, Sceau de Richard Coeur de Lion
In 1198, Richard Ier, king of England, duke of Normandy, count of Anjou and Poitou, based the royal abbey of Place-God, situated on the seaside, near village of Jard. It was placed under the invocation of Notre-Dame and it made install monks of the monastery of Prémontrés.
These monks knew how to emphasize swamps and lands. It is them who planted holm oaks to prevent the sand from invading their cultures.
This abbey was very prosperous but, very desired, it had to undergo numerous attacks. Plundered repeatedly (on 1316 / 1371) it was ruined by the Protestants in 1568. It never recovered from it really.
In the course of restoration, this building does not visit for the moment.
In stained glass, Seal of Richard Coeur de Lion.
200 'Southport Half Marathon' competitors are running up the road behind the (visibly shaken) lady steward/marshal, directly towards her.
HE, however, is insisting that he's going straight past her and driving directly towards the oncoming runners, His loud, disgusting language directed at the hi-viz lady was turning the air blue.
Eventually, still swearing like a trooper through his open window, he backed up a bit, then pushed his accelerator to the floor as (almost on two wheels) he suddenly U-turned at speed -- burning both rubber and tarmac as he did so - not to mention the deafening engine roar and screeching of tyres.
Come to think of it, my title is a bit misleading -- this madman was much, much worse than that.
The car is a Ford and the registration number is W548 LGR.
If ever you see it - beware! He's an out & out road-rage-thug. And, for God's sake, never, never, never get in this car if HE intends driving it.
Participants in the 2008 Gettysburg Remembrance Day parade make their way down Baltimore Street on November 22, 2008. Every year members of the re-enacting community gather in Gettysburg to celebrate the anniversary of President Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.
Graflex Super Speed Graphic - Nikkor W 240mm F5.6 - Polaroid Back
Fuji FP-100C Silk (bleached negative scan)
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Base Studies
The meeting of two states; Acid and Base. A chemical interaction of acid sweetness and base aggression.
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Etudes Basiques
La rencontre entre deux états; Acide et Basique. Une interaction chimique de douceurs acides et d'agressions basiques.
Kurds protest against Turkish military agression - 11.09.2015
Kurds in London protested outside Downing Street on Sept 11th 2015 following the cynical, opportunistic bombing by the Turkish government of Kurdish positions in Northern Iraq from where Kurdish fighters from Turkey had been making great progress defeating ISIL, and also against the harsh curfew imposed on the Kurdish city of Cizre on the Turkish-Syrian border.
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Flemish Wrestling Force - Wrestling Wars 2021 - Jack Mercy & Rocky Jones Vs Aron Giri & Ace Insane
Jack Mercy & Rocky Jones (The Movie Makers) Def. (Pin) Aron Giri & Ace Insane (Anger and Agression)
( Op 16 oktober keert de FWF terug naar De Griffel voor een nieuwe editie van Wrestling Wars.
Bereidt je voor op een avond vol actie en spektakel voor de hele familie.
Geniet van live pro wrestling met tal van worstelaars uit binnen en buitenland. )
capture at bandhavgadh national park.
a heaven of tigers..
Jhurjura female cub age around 2.5 years old.
captured near climbers point..
Finally got around to doing this optical fibre brush light painting shoot with a few close friends. Very happy with the results.
The blue base exposure is from a Paul C Buff White Lightning Ultra 600 triggered with Pocket Wizards with the standard reflector gelled blue and pointed into a 6 x 2.5 ft white panel at the back of the room (about 8 ft away from the subject. The pink light is from a flashlight gelled pink and inserted into a black fibre optic brush. The points of light are from pushing the brush onto the subject and keeping it there for a few seconds. The streaks are from moving the brush over and around the subjects and the pools of pink light are from me gathering the fibres pulling back from the subject a few inches and painting with the brush like it was a regular flashlight. Shutter speed was 25 seconds.
Nikon D610 and micro Nikkor 55mm at around f/8. Processed in Capture One Pro and Photoshop.
Author : @Kiri Karma
Flemish Wrestling Force - Wrestling Wars 2021 - Jack Mercy & Rocky Jones Vs Aron Giri & Ace Insane
Jack Mercy & Rocky Jones (The Movie Makers) Def. (Pin) Aron Giri & Ace Insane (Anger and Agression)
( Op 16 oktober keert de FWF terug naar De Griffel voor een nieuwe editie van Wrestling Wars.
Bereidt je voor op een avond vol actie en spektakel voor de hele familie.
Geniet van live pro wrestling met tal van worstelaars uit binnen en buitenland. )
Minolta Dynax 7xi
Minolta Maxxum AF 50mm f1.7 (22)
Minolta Data Card (1/250s, f4, 0.0, 50mm)
Kodak Eastman Double-X 5222 (200 ISO)
Foma Fomadon Excel 1:1 for 10mins (20C)
Not gone out again today. Loading 3 shots of an agressive avocet abck in early July. when a large flock of Dunlin in breeding plumage flew in that he did not like. Dunlin probably down so early from the north due to bad weather up there
The Banana Republic's new AA gun is designed as a cheap, easily mass produced weapon for immediate use against enemy agression. As a result, they are incredibly cheap, and also unreliable and prone to jamming. The two guns are independently operated but on the same trigger; if one jams the other can keep firing.
Achégase a tormenta.
Apenas están as nubes tapando o Sol, non poden aínda máis que pelexar contra el pola ocupación do ceo. Ó fondo as primeiras gotas caen a terra na súa suicida misión. Como tantas outras veces. Agresión meteorolóxica temporal que se converte en fonte de vida e verde.
E aquí arriba eu, nun tramo antigo dunha comarcal calquera que non percorrera antes. Ou quizáis si pero fose demasiado novo para lembrarme e, de seguro, non ía eu ó volante.
O vento ven do Norte, nos últimos días de primavera, facendo que as nubes, brancas e negras, voen por enriba da man que, por máis que me estire, non ha dar con elas, preludio de choivas e, quen sabe, de neves tardías. Non creo mais...
Os camiños da auga so son predecibles unha vez feitos...
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Storm is coming.
Clouds are hardly covering the sun, they can only fight for the control of the sky. In the background, first raindrops are falling to the ground on their suicide mission. As so many other times. Brief weather agression that turns into a source of life and green.
And up here, me, in an old part of any given local road that I hadn't been before. Or maybe I had, but I was too young to remember and, for sure, it wasn't me at the wheel.
Wind is coming from the North, last days of Spring, making clouds, white and black, fly over the hand that, it doesn't matter how much I stretch my arm, it can't reach them, prelude of rain and, who knows, late snow. I don't think so but...
The ways of water are only predictible once they're done.
While sitting on a tree photographing the deer the Fallow buck decided to challenge me for the tree. I chose to let him have it.
Minolta Dynax 7xi
Minolta Maxxum AF 50mm f1.7 (22)
Minolta Data Card (1/125s, f5.6, 0.0, 50mm)
Kodak Eastman Double-X 5222 (200 ISO)
Foma Fomadon Excel 1:1 for 10mins (20C)
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This mural is found in the main hall of the central train station in Bratislava; most passengers pass quickly beneath it on the way to the platforms and don't pause to glance up and see it on the wall above.
The mural contains many of the classic hallmarks of socialist thought. Looking from left to right, on the far left the viewer can see three 'capitalists' in their business suits being driven away by the moral superiority of the group standing to their left beneath the red banner of socialism with doves flying above their heads. One of the capitalists is dropping a gun to the ground, suggesting that their agression towards socialism will be defeated in the end. All of the capitalists are portrayed in cowardly poses which symbolize their eventual defeat. A worker from the capitalist system (dressed in white) is being freed from the chains of his masters so that he can come to join the group on his right. The group beneath the red banner has three dominant figures, a proud steel mill worker holding tools, an intellectual holding a book, and the flag bearer who stands above them providing the foundation for the development of the new society that labour and learning will develop together in partnership. The group standing in a circle at the centre of the mural is composed of women from different countries around the world, implying that socialism is the system that will unite the world in peace and unity. On the right-hand side the viewer can see the symbols of technology and learning that will make the socialist utopia possible; at the top we can see a rocket and a satellite (which looks like Sputnik) representing the scientific advances that socialism has produced ahead of the capitalist world. Below these we see the scientists who have produced these ideas, as well as the students learning from them who will develop the technologies of tomorrow.
This Anna's Hummer had somehow gotten by the psychotic Rufous Hummingbird that was trying to close down all traffic to what it considered to be its personal feeder. My sister and brother-in-law have two hummingbird feeders, but the one that has the best background for photography is patrolled by the above mentioned psycho bird, so photography was extremely difficult today. Still it was really fun to watch one tiny little bundle of terror drive off 15 or 20 bigger bigger Anna's Hummingbirds. These birds are beautiful and amazing, but we're all very lucky that hummingbirds aren't the size of cats, or we would all be in grave danger.
Lighting info: I put a bare YN560 and a bare YN560-II on a light stand camera left and a Strobie 130 on another stand camera right. I used an exposure that recorded some ambient light while most of the light on the birds came from strobes which helped to freeze the action. The strobes, in manual mode, were triggered by a Yongnuo RF-603N.
Other hummingbird pictures I've take are in my Hummingbird album. www.flickr.com/photos/9422878@N08/sets/72157627149575339/
This bat had attitude although we didn't see any collisions or signs of agression. I did have one land on my sleeve for a few seconds but it appeared to be intentional. Costa Rica
This week's Soul Pancake challenge: Hit something hard enough to break it.
I knew I had to take a pic showing the break as it happened. I wouldn't have been satisfied any other way. And somehow I timed it just right with the self timer.
i'm not someone who is angry. look at my photos.
i don't carry around a lot of aggression.
i am generally pretty happy and silly.
the things that piss me off the most are:
bullies (no matter how old they may be)
people who don't have an open mind.
people who push their opinion on others.
televangelists.
....and the DEER.
The deer who tear up our yard.
and die on my patio once.
and break my beloved bird bath.
that was a gift from my husband.
So, I decided to break the bird bath even more.
to get over my anger.
and i wore protective glasses.
since a friend told me I should.
This was quite a fight.
The Cormorant was agressive and launching at both parents. See how the parents put themselves in the way, protecting the chicks.
The male Goose was the one physically fighting with the Cormorant, The female was mostly showing agression and hissing.
Cormorants are quite smart so I'm wondering what the purpose of the taunting was.
If any of you knows, please inform me.
This 63 to 73 cm long species breeds widely in Africa except in deserts and dense forests, and is locally abundant. They are found mostly in the Nile Valley and south of the Sahara. It has also been introduced elsewhere; Great Britain, the Netherlands and Germany have self-sustaining feral populations.
This is a largely terrestrial species, which will also perch readily on trees and buildings. It swims well, and in flight looks heavy, more like a goose than a duck, hence the English name.
This species will nest in a large variety of situations, especially in holes in mature trees in parkland. Egyptian Geese usually pair for life. The sexes of this striking species are identical in plumage, though the males average slightly larger.
Egyptian geese typically eat seeds, leaves, grasses, and plant stems. Occasionally, they will eat locusts, worms, or other small animals.
Egyptian geese were considered sacred by the ancient Egyptians, and appeared in much of their artwork.
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When you come face to face with one of these leftovers form the Pleistocene era and it puts its head down, swings it from side to side, paws the ground and starts to move towards you in an almost a diagonal way, it might be time to pack up your camera gear and quickly put distance between the two of you. This Bull Musk Ox had just been hazed off of one of the locals property and he was feeling his oats when he joined the rest of the herd. His agression was targeted to wards a younger male in hte group...Though this shot looks as though I was extremely close to this Bull, it was shot using a long 500mm lens and a 1.4x teleconverter. There was a pretty good distance between us and the other bull it was displaying for that was off to the left of the shot. The bull's horns are much larger than the cow's and are used during fights over females. They display the aggressive behavior described above then come crashing together much like Big Horn Sheep. Very exciting to see!..(Definitely not baited, called in or captive).
Coming back from the abyss of the city
You feel the electricity in the dirty air.
The cruel light of the neo is hurting your eyes.
You need to leave the tunnels of the suterranean station.
Of the underground microcosmos
You need fresh air. You need natural light...
Sortir des abysses de la cité.
Quitter cet air vicié saturé d'électricité.
Oublier la lumière cruelle des néons
Oublier l'agression de l'acier et du béton
Abandonner les tunnels de la station souterraine
Et renaître à l'air frais et à la lumière naturelle.
Bruxelles-Midi, Belgium
One of the sad things about spring are the Mallard males pursuit of the females. Often there is more than one and they don't easily give up. These two were persistent with this female to the point they had held her under several times and pulled all the feathers out of the back of her head. I managed to get them away from her and she hid in a drainage pipe where they could not get her. Unfortunately after i left she must have come out again as when i returned an hour later they were at her again and she was unable to fight back and became water logged and drowned. Unfortunately this is common with these ducks and there are far more males than females and even the females with young are not safe from them.