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In an instant
She knew
Every answer
To every question
Why was she given
This burden
What was she to tell
The world
What is the point
Of life
If we know
Everything
Luckily
Molly has short term
Memory loss
And so it was
The burden was lifted
Ten minutes later
The End....or shall we say
The Beginning, again!
Lance Cpl. Jeremy Timms, acting desk sergeant with Security and Emergency Services Battalion, Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, responds to callers at the dispatch center on Camp Pendleton, California, April 17. The security services and first responders on Camp Pendleton are conducting daily operations as normal while taking precautions to prevent the spread of COVID-19. Dispatchers follow social distancing guidelines while at their individual workstations and wear face protection when forced to sit close. (U.S. Marine Corps photo by Lance Cpl. Melissa I. Ugalde)
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Police patrol - No 4. of a documentary series published by L'Itinéraire, a street magazine sold by people who have a rough life. I have the priviledge to coach some writers and to take pictures to support their articles.
The adjourning of the Great Congress of Lenfald brought with it almost as many questions as it did answers. For Abner, it also brought new orders.
Gottfried, Abner's commander, strode over as the delegates began to rise and file out of the chamber.
"Abner," he said, looking directly into his subordinate's face. "Do you know why I chose you to accompany me to such an important occurrence?"
Abner stood and addressed his captain. "I know not, sir."
"It is because I feel you are trustworthy and that you possess great patience," continued Captain Gottfried. "Am I incorrect in my judgments?"
"Nay, sir, I am worthy of your trust and I am a patient man," replied Abner, somewhat confused.
Captain Gottfried's mouth turned up in a rare mischievous smile. "Good, because we have been given the task of escorting his lordship the Grand Duke Meyrick back to Ainesford!"
Abner shook his head in disbelief. "That is just not fair, sir," he replied.
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The small company departed Stonewald the following morning on horseback; Grand Duke Meyrick and his aide, Captain Gottfried, Abner, and a small detachment of rangers from the capital.
The journey was uneventful, and the riders came in view of the Ainesford gates in a few days' time. The city itself, however, was another matter.
Smoke billowed from an old warehouse just inside the perimeter wall and the shouts of men working frantically to douse the flames could be heard even outside the city. Rioters charged through the streets, hurling torches and brandishing various farm implements menacingly. Soldiers stood guard in front of key buildings, clashing occasionally with particularly bold citizens.
Grand Duke Meyrick motioned for the rangers to follow and trotted his horse ahead, leading the party towards the city center. A cry came up from a woman in the street, "Aye, look 'ere! Tis the duke, returnin' to take 'way all our 'ard-earn'd money!"
People began to shout and run after the horsemen, who now galloped towards a large building only a few hundred yards ahead. Abner recognized it as the city hall of Ainesford - an old, worn, but still beautiful building originally constructed as a symbol of the city's economic prosperity. It was surrounded by soldiers, a handful of whom rushed forward to greet their lord and take away the horses.
The group dismounted hastily and the captain of the guard ushered them inside, shutting the heavy oaken doors firmly behind them.
"This is madness," said Gottfried, pointing back towards the chaos. "Utter madness."
The din of the mob could still be heard clearly outside.
"It will subside," replied Sorley Meyrick cooly, taking a seat at the long table in the center of the hall.
"That's your answer?!" cried Gottfried, seating himself across from the duke and his aide, "Ignore the problem and wait for it to solve itself?"
The grand duke glared at the ranger captain. "Don't question me, Captain. Remember that you are a guest in my city and that I was a ranger once as well. I know how hot-headed you types are."
Gottfried rose angrily, knocking over his chair and slamming his sword on the table. "YOU have no power but that which the people grant to you!" he yelled. "And by the sound of it," he said, cupping his hand to his ear dramatically (the rioters could be heard just outside the hall), "they don't seem very supportive right now."
Now the duke rose, and his aide with him. "How DARE you!" screamed Meyrick, "How dare you question a Grand Duke- a lord- a, a, a NOBLEMAN! I will not have this kind of disrespect. I will have your head! You will pay for this- hang for this! You lily-livered, toad-licking-"
"ENOUGH!"
The room fell utterly silent and everyone turned in shock to the man who had just shouted. Abner stepped forward from the shadows into the light of the chandelier.
"What did you just say to me, boy?" growled the duke.
"I said 'enough'," replied Abner calmly. "Now I believe my commander was about to propose a resolution to this issue that you seem incapable of handling on your own." He inclined his head to Gottfried. "Pardon the interruption, sir. Please continue."
Captain Gottfried shook his head, placed his hands on his hips, and let out a hearty laugh. He looked back up at the duke and said, "Now when is the last time you met someone who could make me chuckle?"
Grand Duke Meyrick took a moment to recover, then a thin smile spread across his face as well. "Your man doesn't disappoint in the least, Gottfried. Bring him to the table, let's see what kind of ideas this young man has for solving our rioting problem."
Abner, utterly confused, walked slowly up to the table and took his chair as the other men sat.
"Our apologies for the deception, friend, but we had to know you were willing to risk your own self in these difficult times before we trusted your counsel," said the duke. "Gottfried here has spoken most highly of you- he says you are very wise."
Abner, still completely lost, stammered, "You gentlemen... know each other?"
Grand Duke Meyrick and Captain Gottfried looked at each other for a moment, then broke out into another fit of laughter.
"I'm telling you!" said Gottfried between laughs, "This fellow is hilarious!"
Seeing the bewildered expression still plastered across Abner's face, Grand Duke Meyrick said, "Abner, this is my brother-Gottfried Meyrick."
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She grew up with answers, provided with good intentions, but which she found faulty as she acquired to ability to contemplate them thoroughly for herself... She she left, determined to find her own path, her own choices, her own answers. What she was told was right, she ended up discarded. She was happy now with what was left. What she found on her own and made her own...
I answered the phone with a groggy, “Pron… to.”
“Pol, it is Tatuanna.”
Glancing at the LED display on my bedside table: 3:44… and that is a.m.! In point of fact, she didn’t have to actually tell me who she was, because I instantly recognized the voice. My heart always skips a beat when she pronounces my name with that sultry Russian accent. “Uh, ya… what can I do for…”
“Pol,” her mood was anxious and inspired, “Kat and I have this great idea for the new album cover, may we come over?”
I push myself upright and swing to the side of the bed. “Uh, what? Now?” I transfer the phone over to my other hand and fumble around for my glasses on the table. “Tat, you are aware what ti…”
“Pollllll,” she lets it linger breathlessly on her lips. I could mentally picture her puckering and casting demure eyes towards the receiver, “pretty pleasssssse.”
Did I mention about my heart skipping a beat?
Anyway, after an hour or four, it started to get a little frustrating as I just couldn’t get the studio lighting right for what the girls had in mind. Grasping at straws and exasperated, I said, “Look, just stand over here by the window.” The morning light was now beaming in. They had brought a demo of the studio album that they had just finished recording and so I stuck it into the player and put on the opening track, Chrysalis. “Okay, let us see how this works, shall we.”
It nailed it. They were thrilled. I finally got back to bed.
This is the outtake shot that will eventually be on the front cover of Eclosion, the newest release by t.A. dOlls. t. yu
Ever had a tea bag with a tag that vanishes into the mug when you add water? I really ought to patent this solution, which is to park the mug on the tag before beginning to pour.
The next step in the process, a few minutes later, is to hold the mug over the bin when removing the bag, to avoid drips. It was my wife who came up with that idea.
Today the Hereios of the We’re Here! Group are welcoming new members of the TBA Club.
After his set at Vantastival 2016.
Strobist Info:
One AD360 at 1/1 camera right through shoot-through umbrella about 1 ft away from subject's face. Triggered with YN622s nad paired with the MT-16s for HSS Control.
This is a series that our youth ministry, The Current, is doing through the month of September. Just a quick fun idea, which I also made a little bumper for that you can view on this video:
Nothing too fancy, just some photo editing and some fun typography. And you gotta have some circles to communicate sound waves, I mean, you got to.
Le mani hanno un grande fascino.
Si prestano a varie interpretazioni. Raccontano la vita di un uomo, cosa ha vissuto.
As we were watching a large bull and his harem grazing on the ridge, we could hear another bull bugling an approach from the valley floor. When the newcomer reached the edge of the brush and stepped into the field the lead bull suddenly broke rank and moved to intercept him. There was a great deal of posturing and flared nostrils but it never came to blows. The interloper finally opted for a circuitous path around the herd.
This was taken on what was the most perfect winter day I've ever seen. The sun was shining bright and the air had a certain freshness to it that I really enjoyed all day. It was so lovely, it was like an answered prayer. At the end of the day, I spotted some urban nature and was intrigued by that and the light on the buildings by it. So I got my camera out for one last picture that day. Almost three years later, I wonder if it's still there.
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“Give up Will? The answer to my riddle...is a star!”
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S.T.A.R. Laboratories
It’s 6 o’clock
I heard of a robbery that occurred last week; The robber left behind a question mark. Nygma.
He and I had contacts within S.T.A.R. during the gang war with Joker. Turns out that contact was Eobard Thawne. It helps to have the Reverse Flash on your side sometimes. It can get you a keycard for the security gate so that you can examine the crime scene. Discover what a certain Riddler had taken.
I entered the labs at 6:05. The keycard worked perfectly. Of course, I also needed a disguise. A pity that a security guard will spend today in a closet.
I made my way to the computer mainframe, where the robbery had taken place. If I could find what Nygma had taken I can deduce where he is.
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Nygma gave me that answer after a short fight that left the both of us bloodied and bruised.
Nygma is a man of logic, it’s only logical to play both sides. You can’t lose that way.
I had pondered the idea of S.T.A.R. Labs being a trap, but I believe Nygma merely wanted two kings to meet.
A Northern Crested Caracara takes flight from a cell tower in San Antonio, Texas. Shortly after, two more followed it traveling due east toward the sun. I didn’t see them again for several days until recently they reappeared one or two at a time. There is a large nest in the tower. I don’t know if it’s theirs.
This is the virgin digital advert with the extra inch or two "glued" on the left. I've commented this picture to list all 74 bands. 311 and D12 are a bit tenuous. Will have to wait for Virgin to release the results to see how close I was.
When herring swim the mountain lake
when their feathers sink like stars
when blackbirds fish the salt-sea wave
and the rabbit picks at the buzzard’s heard
when seals come walking up from the bay
and nightfall begins with the morning dew
when the daffodils open on Christmas day and you see
a crow as white as a dove
I will return to you, my love, I will return to you.
Robin Robertson
An HH-60G Pave Hawk assigned to the 66th Rescue Squadron takes off for a training exercise Jan. 12, 2015, at Nellis Air Force Base, Nev. The 823rd Maintenance Squadron is responsible for maintaining the aircraft and ensuring they are mission ready for the 66th and 58th Rescue Squadrons to carry out their combat search and rescue operations. (U.S. Air Force photo by Senior Airman Thomas Spangler/Released)
“Modesty answers not the crude how of femininity, but the beautiful why.”
Wendy Shalit, A Return to Modesty: Discovering the Lost Virtue
It's a sign on a train platform. It is to alert people not to get closer to approaching or passing train to avoid possible injury or accident, especially designed to notice visually impaired people when using white cane. In Japan we find this kind of sign not only on train platform but also here and there in town to help their wayfinding.
The identical buildings on either side of the Chameli Farsh serve not merely to balance the prevailing bilateral symmetry, but as a guesthouse (pictured here) along the eastern edge and a mosque (opposite pictured) along the western edge. Both buildings feature a tripartite design, bolstered with octagonal corner turrets in front, topped by four corner chhatris, and surmounted with three domes of a similar style to those of the mausoleum. The predominantly sandstone façades are embellished with marble inlays of pietra dura for the spandrels, as well as dado outlines along the base and calligraphic inlays for the border of the Mosque’s iwan, while that of the guesthouse are of a floral design. The placement of the mosque on the west wide of the platform allows for a mihrab (a niche facing Mecca in the wall of a mosque) behind the central arcade. The floors of the mosque are inlaid with the outlines of 569 prayer rugs of black marble. Conversely, the interior of the guesthouse is simply one large nave with geometric floor designs.
With the mosque serving as the site to which the faithful were called to prayer, it is fitting that the guesthouse has been called the Jawab, meaning “answer.” The title reflects its status as an auxiliary building mirrored for the sake of compositional balance, though ultimately still useful as quarters for visiting dignitaries of the time.