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Required elements: (1) a broken toy (2) the last item of clothing you bought (3) partially desaturated
When we realize the answers actually are within us, sometimes glitches happen. The reflections shift and change.
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... or fresh start of the day:)
Sometimes I see photograph on flickr and this image stays with me, keeps me bugging like splinter in the head, makes me look at the world from yet another perspective.. Than I have to find the answer to that question I've asked myself....
For Saturday Morning Newspaper Lovers
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I wish you great weekend, full of magical light and smiles from the universe :)
Thank you!
AAAA! This is cropped and framed SOOC :D!!!!
Zulu's been missing for nearly two weeks now. No sightings. No victims. More gutsy criminals with the thought of pulling off more serious crimes. I have a lead on a guy who may know where she's gone... according to some low-level street thugs. The man himself is said to not be much of a crook himself, but he claims to have seen her a few weeks back. His name is Graham Greene, and he supposedly works for Roman Sionis. I'll likely be able to track Greene down in the Industrial District.
Sionis owns a good chunk of the Industrial District of Gotham, most of it is warehouses, however, and not especially valuable real estate. Kind of funny when you think about it.
I perch on top of a building and peer down into several warehouses using the cowl's zoom function. No action in most of them until something catches my eye through the window of one. A thug carrying a rifle that looks a tad big for his skinny frame is wandering around in front of the window. I leap off the building and make a bee line for the warehouse.
I crash through the window, catching the skinny man in a tackle. He wears a nasty-smelling flannel that probably hasn't been washed in ages. He tries to bring his rifle up, but its too heavy. I wrench it out of his hands chuck it across the room. He charges at me while screaming. I catch him in a headlock and bellow in his ear.
"Are you Graham Greene?"
"N-no... I--"
"Are you sure about that?"
"Y-yes... I-I-I swear, man, I ain't Graham... look..." He fumbles in his pocket and whips out his drivers license. Not him. I swiftly knock him out. I'm about to exit through the window once more when I feel a bullet ricochet off my shoulder. I look to see a man in a leather jacket and baseball cap holding the other man's rifle.
"Lookin' for Graham Greene, Batsy? That's me... now... whaddya want wit' me?"
"Word on the street is you can help me find one of my friends, Mr. Greene. Care to--"
"Maaan, Batsy! I ain't seen none a' ya friends nowhere! I ain't into that whips n' chains shit no more, I went to rehab, man!" He bursts out laughing, clearly amused by his own joke. Before he can react I grab him by the throat and lift him up.
"Mr. Greene, my friend's name is Zulu, and she's been missing for nearly two weeks. I'm told you were the last one who saw her. Is this correct?"
His face drops for a second; I've caught him off guard. He masks it by smirking again, except it looks fake.
I've just about had it with this man and we've only been talking for under five minutes. I drop him and grip him by the shoulders.
"Hey... HEY! The fuck is you doin'?"
I pick him up and hurl him as hard as I can into the wall. My anger and frustration have now left me for the most part. He lies on the ground moaning, rubbing his back.
"Mr. Greene, my friend could be hurt, lost, or even worse... dead. You're going to help me, or else..."
"Or else what? You won't kill me, bud... you don't have the bat-balls to do that...!"
"...Or else I'll turn you in. If you help me... I'll leave you free."
"You serious?"
"Yes."
"Right... well, I saw this hooded lady and two other dudes, bulky motherfuckers, entering Patton Arms a few weeks back. Saw a bigass cargo jet leaving a few hours later, maybe they was goin' somewhere? I dunno, man, I'd go talk to whoever the fuck owns Patton Arms---"
"Thank you for your cooperation."
"Hey, man no--"
I knock him out and leave him with his buddy. I disassemble the rifle and hop out the window again. The night is still young.
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Am very much impressed that some of you managed to guessed who she is correctly!
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Few facts I learn on that evening.
She's from Osaka.
She debuted just a few days before Yaemi.
She's (16 < x < 19) years old this year.
The definitive answer to your Burning Questions."Why are Flamingos' knees backwards?" and, "You mind if I don't watch?"
I wish my shutter had been a little faster....but I was unprepared for this sudden action shot.
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Statue of a Victorious Youth, 300-100 B.C.E, Getty Villa. This statue made of bronze inlaid with copper, depicting an Olympic winner wearing an Olive wreath was found submerged in international waters off the Adriatic coast.
Created for MMM Challenge 171 - Coffee.
Coffee image, from Pexels.
Cup with pop-art, from Pixabay.
There's NO AI in this image!
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行政長官施政報告答問會
行政长官施政报告答问会
The Chief Executive's Question and Answer Session on the Policy Address (2017.01.19)
I know I'm not alone on this... i worry if I'm making the right decision, or I'm frustrated with where my life isn't... and I can't seen to get any clear cut answers from my family or friends as to which direction to take.
And then I take the time to read it again... just like I have before, except this time the words just jump off the page and nail me straight in the heart... He knew all along that I would be right here, at this very moment in my life, and he had these words written over 2,000 years ago just for me... so I could see clearly the path that lies before me...
Thanks for not giving up on me...
On a less personal note... this young man is modeling for a friend of mine who runs an outreach program for incarcerated youth in the local jails. I was asked to help with some pics for their new brochure. I have this one and a couple more that I would love your critique on... thanks :)
Original Caption: Enumeration, a Farmer Supplies Answers to the 232 Questions on the Farm Schedule, 1940 - 1941
Created By: Department of Commerce. Bureau of the Census. Administrative Service Division. Library and Information Services Branch. (ca. 06/17/1941 - ?)
From: Record Group/Collection: 29
From: Photographs Documenting the Sixteenth Decennial Census, compiled 1940 - 1941
Production Dates: 1940 - 1941
Persistent URL: arcweb.archives.gov/arc/action/ExternalIdSearch?id=6200778
Reference Unit: Still Picture Records Section, Special Media Archives Services Division (NWCS-S)
Repository Contact Information: National Archives at College Park, 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD, 20740-6001. PHONE: 301-837-0561; FAX: 301-837-3621; EMAIL: stillpixorder@nara.gov.
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In answer to a Q, this is the original out of camera pic without any adjustment. Taken with A6000 + Zhongyi Lens Turbo + Nikon 105mm f2.5 (3200iso 1/250)
An old, broken down telephone/telegraph pole along an abandoned train track in rural Ohio no longer carries a message.
We had to say fair-well to our our old (C&W) answer phone; it was slowly becoming more doddery, confusing callers by mumbling inanely about something to do with messages.
Our new BT answer phone can send and receive text messages too!
.. but at least he's not a sociopathic liar..
This week, as part of a lawsuit, Hillary was forced by a Federal Court to answer 25 questions (in writing, and under oath) posed by Judicial Watch about her handling of her illegal email system.
I'm sure Judicial Watch crafted the questions as carefully as they could, but getting an honest answer out of either Clinton is like trying to squeeze a ham out of a tube of toothpaste.. It's just not gonna happen!
Out of 25 questions, she answered "at least" 21 with some version of she "did not recall".. The remaining questions that she actually answered must have been tough ones, like name, address, and zip code..
We may never find the smoking gun. She and her corrupt cronies are too well-protected by her wall of true believers, all taking turns throwing themselves under the bus to protect her.
But even without the smoking gun, you would think the stench of the overwhelming swamp of questionable dealings, back-room deals, accusations, dodging indictments, investigations, secrecy, lies, smarmy personal attacks, dirty tricks, deception, and mocking those they despise (and that's most of us).. At some point you would think that people would say enough is enough..
Look.. Donald Trump is no angel. But I'll take a plain-spoken ordinary guy, struggling to get up to speed on the job over someone so conniving, so hell-bent, so willing to lie, steal and cheat, just to grasp the Office of POTUS like it was 'her precious'... "Ooo... We LIKES our Precious!!"