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I’ve always seen the seaside as a peaceful place, where reconnect with myself.
Humans are strictly bond with nature. After all we couldn’t live without all this complexity that surround us. Now, more than ever we need to find our own individuality, and our questions searches for earthly answers.
Sea knows it all
..... is blowing in the wind, the answer is blowing in the wind.
It was a bit blustery on the Paddle Steamer Waverley Yesterday. :^)
I don't usually manage to summon up the nerve to ask complete strangers if I can take their photo, but on this occasion I did. He was extremely friendly, I'm glad that I did.
But after all it’s only a ‘JOKE’ (if you close the door…)
Die Antwort…
Aber es ist ja nur ein 'JOKE' (wenn man die Tür schließt...)
Douglas Adams ‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ came to my mind…
Tools: Snapseed on iPhone
Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’”
Matthew 4:4
地球上最強悍双人組之一「NR2154」，是一個科學化到極致的設計團隊，總部分別設於丹麥與紐約，兩人平時都是独立作業，並使用NR開頭的案号溝通，合作視覺標識、書籍、雜誌。2154，是其中一個專案編号，顯示這個設計專案的重要性，永遠以該項目為先。使兩人一戰成名的是聯合囯世界氣候大會Logo。
... a menudo, lo importante no es la respuesta... es la pregunta!!! ... ♥♥♥♥ ...
... often, the important is not the answer... is the question!!! ... ♥♥♥♥ ...
... salud, buenas luces y muchas gracias a todos / as!!! ... xoxox!!!
... health, good lights and thanks so much to all!!! ... xoxox!!!
... Music: "Telephone Song" by Stevie Ray Vaughan ....... enjoy this pearl of dissapeared Bluesmaster!!!
A little background to set the stage...
When Michele and I moved back from Vermont in 2002 the economy sucked. It was three months after 9/11 and there were no jobs. I looked and looked, and found nothing in the fields that appealed to me. On a whim I answered a notice from one of the local job sites - something about computers, children and West Point. Well, WP is only a mile from my house so I thought what the hell.
Well I got the job.
What it entailed basically, was I worked for the DoD on the installation of West Point in the Department of Community and Family Activities, within the confounds of building 500 under direction from the higher ups in building 681. The plain and simple of it - we were operating an after-school program for army brats - and I was the "tech guy." They all called me "Mr. Mike" and when another Mr. Mike started in the program next door I was "Mr. Mike 1.0" - they other dude was 2.0 cause frankly, I was smarter. I digress.
I was in this position for two years. We did Digital Photo Projects, made movies, played computer games, followed senseless calendars and played more computer games. I was a big kid myself so teaching things to kids who had just spent all day in school seemed pointless - they were kids, worse yet, they were Army kids - their life was confusing and stressful as it was - no need to make it worse. Well, this was a fact that my bosses refused to grasp. Well, they were too worried about themselves to care anyway.
So, in comes Ray. Ray was an outsider, trying like hell to be an insider. He and his sister were adopted by an Army family on post - his step-father played an instrument in the West Point band. It was a sweet gig and it enabled Ray to have a stable life on post - when a lot of other kids were being continually uprooted due to deployment and reassignments. Ray had been a local fixture for most of his life, and all of the adults on post knew him - for better or worse.
Ray's family lived just across the road from the Youth Center so he was always there until late in the evening - messing around with new programs, playing games, sitting on the other side of my desk asking "Mr. Mike - why won't they let us play America's Army?" "Cause it's violent Ray." "But Mr. Mike, it was made right down the road - and isn't the Army violent..." To which I would usually point towards the door and he would go grab a soda and come back in 5.
What Ray was most (in)famous for was his music ability. He would mix techno tracks on the computer that were really top-notch incredible. But the thing that made him really special was his guitar playing. For a time we had another guy working with us named Adam. He was a very good guitar player/vocalist and a veteran of Bosnia. Anyway, he encouraged Ray to bring his guitar in and play with him. Over the months Ray got better and better, and louder and louder. Eventually, Adam left for greener pastures but Ray kept on chugging along playing Stairway to Heaven 24/7 on his small amp.
Pretty soon everyone in the building began to take notice of Ray and his guitar. Sadly, a few of those that noticed were the Director and his Assistant who began to complain about the decibel level of his music and how it interfered with their internet surfing - I mean "work." Who knew watching your Yahoo Stock Portfolio could be a full time job and include the title Director. I digress.
And so one day Ray and I had it out.
"you have to turn it down Ray - it's too loud"
"your too old"
"wha what...screw that, turn it down."
"I thought this was a place for kids to have fun..."
*me dumbfounded*
"well learn some new songs...go down the hallway, learn some new ones and practice"
"I don't know any other songs?"
"There are like a million songs - you can't think of one you would like to play?"
"nope"
So this is when I made everyone's life in that building infinitely more irritating. As a joke I pulled up AC/DC on the computer. I played him "Hell's Bells" and instantly he stared playing along with the rhythm. Same with "Back and Black." This kid is amazing I thought. Then I brought up "Thunderstruck" and his eyes lit up - "omg that's not possible he said."
Well for the next weeks and months he must have went home and practiced that guitar intro over and over and over - because everyday he made it a little cleaner, a little farther - until he played it all the way through.
And, I can still remember the day that he did it, sitting in the study area behind my desk, focused on the stem of the guitar...later when everyone was hanging out in the public area he went down the hall to his practice space, plugged into his amp and rocked out - only to be kicked out for once again breaking the rules.
Some people just don't get it.
Flash ahead to Wednesday night, I am walking down an aisle of classic cars at the Bear Mountain Cruise Night and I see a big african-american kid in a Detroit Red Wings jersey coming towards me.
No way it can't be him.
It was. Big Ray. No longer a punk teenager anymore, but now a man. Staying out of trouble and trying to do the right thing - a lot more then some of the others can say.
It was good to see an old friend.
This one goes out to Big Ray, please play it LOUD.
DEDICATA A LAURA (WHITE RED FLOWER)
una cara cara amica....
www.youtube.com/watch?v=I97wvr7FOK4
bob dylan
Einige Kunstwerke sind es nicht wert, in irgendwelchen Hinterhöfen, Lost Places oder alten Wänden zu versauern. Sowas sollte raus in die Welt. Deswegen kommt es hier auf die Plattform! ...
:)
Dream an answer all day
It’s gonna keep me from pain
Wild heat all around
I don’t look the same
Beat on wood, fly,
Ride and dream again
An invitation for
I don’t know the day
Feel the sun, that shine
So feel that sun liquefying
Hear your sough in time
So hear the sound that survives
Dream an answer all day
It’s gonna keep me from pain
Wild heat all around
I don’t look the same
Beat on wood, fly,
Ride and dream again
An invitation for
I don’t know the day
Feel the sound, that shine
So feel that sound liquefying
Hear your sough in time
Here's the answer to my recent abstract post. Simply a glass of water, refracting sunlight onto a vitamin D tablet at lunchtime. Not set up, I just noticed it when I put the glass down. Thanks to all those who had a guess. Happy New Year to you all :-)
this is my answer to this week's 52 Weeks for Dogs challenge.
"balance" ... well, although many of you would look at this photo and wonder where it is that i've answered the week's theme, for those who know me and know how heavy the scruffy dog fall season gets, you'll understand how this photo represents "balance".
the first non-shoot day in five days, i finally got my OWN dogs out for an autumn walk and their OWN photoshoot.
i need more balance like this ... balancing my own pack with the duties of the business of photographing other people's dogs.
so today, i tried to balance things with my pack ... just a little. there should be more of it, of course ... i'm working on that.
Seeking answers to that nagging question, “How were these enormous canyons formed?”, I have at last found evidence to support my long-held hypothesis! Judging by the teeth marks, it is quite obvious that colossal groundhogs chewed their way through solid rock, creating the deep canyons found around the Southwest.
This opinion will likely be lambasted by the scientific community as yet another kooky theory voiced by an amateur knucklehead scientist, but, I ask you, what other conclusion is possible?!
My next step is to search for the culprit, Marmota monaximus.
This photo was taken by a Hasselblad 500C medium format film camera with a Carl Zeiss Planar 1:2.8 f=80mm lens and Zenza Bronica 67mm SY48•2C(Y2) filter using Kodak 400TX film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitally rendered with Photoshop.
Gracie was at Elizabeth and Claude’s table, researching for her business opportunity.
“Do you still plan to open Fast French in Room 2?” Gracie asked Claude.
“Oh, yes,” Claude answered, “but it’s so much work to go through the structure approval process and have the funds to build the structure.. You know my father will not help me as he did Pierre.”
“Well, since all signs point to Boolster’s leaving the coffeeshop niche, it'll be up to me to cater to the younger crowd in Room 2.”
“Well, I like it here,” Elizabeth interrupted, defending her favorite handout.
“Newsflash, Elizabeth,” Gracie said: “You’re not the young crowd anymore.”
Feeling a bit insulted, Elizabeth exited the conversation and returned to her tomato soup.
“So you and I will be fighting for the same customers?” Claude asked anxiously.
“No worries there: The Don Buzzles of our town are always going to need somewhere to eat in Room 2 – let's just say I'm aiming for a different crowd.”
ａｎｇｅｌ
ａｎｇｅｌ
ｎｏｗ ｓｐｅｌｌ
ｎｏｗ ｌｅｔ＇ｓ ｓｐｅｌｌ
ｈｅａｖｅｎ ｓａｙｓ
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
hello angels! here's a rando pic i took to test affinity (and bc i wanted a new profile picture lol). i gotten more and more annoyed with adobe and their decisions these days so i've been looking at my options. it is definitely a learning curve but i did this entire picture in affinity and i kind of love it! i hope u like it too! <3
See Stephen's response below - it is indeed Alstone Sidings at Cheltenham!!
Class 203 (6B) Hastings unit 1034 leads at least one other similar unit. The date is 3-8-74
It is described as an excursion!
But where is it, there are a few clues in the photo. This will be either very difficult or very easy.
I have been experimenting in PS and have attempted to highlight the clouds but may have lost the original colour. I may replace it with a more natural version.
Part of the Tom Derrington Collection. Original photographer unknown
Today's already my 3rd dolly-anniversary and thus also Nymphia's 3rd birthday!!! Gosh time just went so fast! I can still remember the day that I got her (and how I told this last year as well xD).
So last week I asked Nymph what kind of present she would like to have for her b-day, and her answer was as cute as always <3
"My birthday??? Hmmm.... I'd like to go to wonderland, just like Alice!!!!"
March 7, 1975
December 18 2007
Jamie was my internet friend. We spent hours online talking and playing games together. On a trip to New York we met Jamie and two other friends for dinner.
I've tried to post this picture since 2009 and every time I tried, I couldn't do it. I don't know.. I didn't think I could explain myself. And I'm pretty sure I'm not. I really don't know what I want to say or why.. I feel like I have to share this.
Near the end of his life I spent a lot of time talking with him on the phone, talking about life, purpose and family.
Jamie often talked about Jonathan Livingston Seagull which, to be honest, drove me nuts. But I would listen to him go on and on about the seagull who was different. So this is my attempt to try and describe how I feel.
The last time I heard from Jamie was when he left a message on our phone. In his total despair, he hung himself while online to me. I will never forget what I heard. Never.
No, I haven't forgotten you.
The world isn't a better place without you. It's still a steaming pile. But it was far more interesting with you in it.
And, no one is happy you are gone,,, NO ONE.
Last month I had a childhood friend literally blow his head off. I had not seen him in a few years, and yet that kick in the guts feeling comes back.
I know this is the season for being happy and all, but I also know many are not. Some are sad and not feeling it. I hope that if that is you, you can get some help. Talk to someone who will listen.