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This bunker is a Radarbunker for Mammut Radar type Phased array, long-range Early warning radar Construction by the Luftwaffe .
The FuMG 41/42 Mammut was a long-range, phased array, early warning radar built by Germany in the latter days of World War II. Developed by the GEMA company, it consisted of six or eight Freya antenna arrays, switched together and coupled to two Freya devices. The arrays were fixed and the beam could be electronically steered on a 100° arc in front and behind the antenna, leaving 80° blind arcs on each side. It was the world's first phased array radar and was able to detect targets flying at an altitude of 8,000m at a range of 300km.
The British intelligence codename, "hoarding", was probably related to the shape of the large array. As late in the war as April 20th, 1945, intelligence reports reflected the erroneous opinion that only development prototypes existed but no operational stations had been fielded
#AtlanticWall #Regelbau #Bunker
The ALMA Observatory is currently hosting its first art exhibit: a golf ball of enormous proportions that is on display alongside the antennas at an altitude of 5000 metres above sea level on the Chajnantor Plateau. This inflatable work of art is part of a travelling project named Mixed Game (Juego Mixto) by Dagmara Wyskiel, a Polish artist.
More information: www.eso.org/public/images/ann15048a/
Credit:
ALMA (ESO/NAOJ/NRAO), Dagmara Wyskiel
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Skipwith Common is Natural England's newest National Nature Reserve and it has a wide variety of wildlife that anyone can enjoy.
Skipwith Common NNR
Occupying 274 hectares within the fabulous Escrick Park Estate, Skipwith Common is a wonderful place to visit at any time of year.
Species lovers can spend time discovering the variety of rare heathland plants and rich collection of dragonflies and other insects. There are also a huge array of birds that can be spotted in and around the reserve.
If you are interested in history you will enjoy the many bronze and iron age features that are scattered about the reserve. There are also the remains of Riccall airfield, where Halifax bomber crews were trained in the Second World War.
Where: North Yorkshire, between Selby and York
Main habitats: Wet and dry heathland and scrub woodland
Events
Throughout the year we have a wide variety of events taking place at Skipwith NNR. From fungus forays in the autumn to dawn chorus walks in the spring. Join us on one of our guided walks, as we look for residents of the common and share more about the enigmatic species found here.
Find out when our next event is taking place.
Friends of Skipwith Common
The Friends of Skipwith Commonexternal link were set up in 2003 and contribute a large number of hours of practical management, help look after the animals which are used to graze the site and take a particular interest in the archaeology on Skipwith Common NNR. They have a programme of guided walks and events both on the common, and at local community functions. They produce a quarterly newsletter and maintain their own website.
friendsofskipwithcommon.org.uk/
Skipwith: how to get there
Skipwith Common is in North Yorkshire
Skipwith Common can be accessed from the A19 from the village of Riccall or from A163 passing through the village of North Duffield.
We encourage the use of sustainable transport whenever possible
By train
The nearest train stations to Skipwith are Wressleexternal link and Selbyexternal link.
By bus
Bus services to and from Skipwith are provided by East Yorkshire Motor Serviceexternal link and York Pullman Bus Companyexternal link.
By car
There are three main access points to the reserve: Riccall Village along King Rudding Lane, Skipwith Village along Common Lane, Barlby (A163 Market Weighton Road, then up Cornelius Causeway).
There is a car park with two designated disabled parking bays on the site.
Additional travel information for the area is provided by Yorkshire Travelexternal link
Accommodation
Local accommodation includes a holiday park and camping and caravan sites near Skipwith and Cliffe villages. For details of where to stay locally visit the Yorkshire Tourismexternal link web site.
Additional information
Please keep dogs on leads and under close control throughout the year due to ground nesting birds and grazing livestock.
Refreshment facilities and basic services can be found in the nearby villages of Riccall, Skipwith and Barlby.
Skipwith Common: school and community groups
Skipwith Common National Nature Reserve offers exciting and engaging outdoor learning opportunities.
School visit to Skipwith Common NNR © Natural England
Bring a group to Skipwith to learn about its connection to World War II, try your hands at a real archaeological dig with experts or learn some wild science – it’s up to you!
Spectacular habitats to explore
Curriculum linked sessions
Equipment such as gps, environmental games and science resources available for use on site
Groups can: learn about the site and its archaeology, help with surveying key species on the site, see seasonal highlights, or get involved with practical conservation challenges on the NNR.
Practical information
Facilities: once you have left your coach or cars, the Common has no facilities, however, adult groups may be able to make use of the nearby public house in Skipwith Village for a lunch time break.
Toilets: there are no toilet facilities on site and most sessions will be arranged for a half day due to this.
Access: Skipwith Common is very flat and there is a good path network, woodland areas provide excellent outdoor classrooms kept clear thanks to our browsing livestock! There is an easy access route on the site which groups can use to see a selection of the World War II features. It is best to stick on or near the paths as there are inaccessible areas of the site, which help preserve its feel of a wilderness and its value as a National Nature Reserve.
More information
For further information or to see if anyone can assist with your visit, please contact Craig Ralston on 07917088021, or e-mail craig.ralston@naturalengland.org.uk
art001e001713 (Nov. 29, 2022) Orion’s solar arrays split the difference between Earth and the Moon on flight day 14 of the Artemis I mission in this image captured by a camera on the tip of one of the spacecraft’s four solar arrays.
Beautiful little finch with a sharp pink bil, cherry-red face, and brilliant black-and-yellow flashes in the wings. Western birds (Europe east to far western Central Asia) have a black-and-white cowl; eastern birds (rest of Central Asia) lack this cowl, and are grayer overall, with more white on the wing. Juvenile (seen in late summer and autumn) has a plain head but is told easily by bold wing pattern. Uses a wide array of wooded and open habitats, from forests and gardens to steppe grasslands and meadows; often feeds on seeding thistles. Forms flocks in autumn and winter, gathering at food sources. Can be inconspicuous, but often detected by pleasant bubbling and twittering calls and song. eBird
Norfolk Southern's SD70s show a good workhorse a few class 1s would frown upon using with their age and reliability (coughs, CP), but the NS is proud to display a great array of motive power on all their trains and a manifest coming through Chesterton gets to sport one of these amazing units leading!
Riley's Railhouse
Chesterton, IN
June 2nd, 2017
"The Reynolds-Morris House is a historic house at 225 South 8th Street in the Washington Square West neighborhood of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Built in 1786–87 by John and William Reynolds, it is a well-preserved example of a Philadelphia Georgian townhouse. It was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1967, and is currently operated as a hotel.
The Reynolds-Morris House stands one block west of Washington Square in Philadelphia's Center City, on the east side of South 8th Street between St. James and Locust Streets. It is a 3+1⁄2-story brick building, with a gabled roof pierced by pedimented gable dormers. It is five bays wide, with the main entrance at the center, framed by pilasters and a half-round transom topped by a gable. The walls are laid in Flemish bond, with projecting stringcourses between the floors. Sash windows are set under heavy splayed stone lintels with scoring that is intended to resemble keystoning. The interior spaces are adorned with high quality Federal period woodwork.
The house is a rare example of a double rowhouse, built on two lots in 1786–87 by John and William Reynods. It was sold in 1817 to Luke Wistar Morris, the son of captain Samuel Morris of the First City Troop, of the prominent Morris family, who occupied the house for 120 years. Although it was built as a rowhouse, the neighboring houses were bought and torn down by the Morrises in the early 20th century. The historic home was later transformed into a boutique hotel amid a greater series of renovations during the early 21st century. Debuting as the Morris House Hotel in 2004, the building was inducted into Historic Hotels of America, an official program of the National Trust for Historic Preservation, in 2022.
Washington Square West is a neighborhood Center City Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The neighborhood roughly corresponds to the area between 7th and Broad Streets and between Chestnut and South Streets, bordering on the Independence Mall tourist area directly northeast, Market East to the north, Old City and Society Hill to the East, Bella Vista directly south, Hawthorne to the southwest, and mid-town Philadelphia and Rittenhouse Square to the west. In addition to being a desirable residential community, it is considered a hip, trendy neighborhood that offers a diverse array of shops, restaurants, and coffee houses. Washington Square West contains many gay-friendly establishments and hosts annual events celebrating LGBT culture in Philadelphia including OutFest. The area takes its name from Washington Square, a historic urban park in the northeastern corner of the neighborhood.
Philadelphia's Antique Row lies in the area, as does the nation's oldest hospital, Pennsylvania Hospital, and Philadelphia's oldest Jewish burial ground, Mikveh Israel Cemetery. Educational and medical facilities associated with Thomas Jefferson University, a leading regional medical university and health care center, are located within the neighborhood. The one-time headquarters of the former Curtis Publishing Company and the University of the Arts lie at the edges of the neighborhood.
Washington Square West's real estate is mixed commercial, residential and service industries, characterized by two, three, and four-story rowhouses interspersed with condominiums, mid-rise apartments, hospitals and offices with ground-floor retail. The neighborhood follows William Penn's original grid layout for the city, with many one-lane and pedestrian side streets added later as the population became denser. In addition to the block-sized Washington Square Park to the East, the neighborhood contains the smaller Kahn Park, named after the Philadelphia architect Louis Kahn who resided in the neighborhood.
Philadelphia, often called Philly, is the largest city in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, the sixth-largest city in the U.S., the second-largest city in both the Northeast megalopolis and Mid-Atlantic regions after New York City, and the 68th-largest city in the world. Since 1854, the city has been coextensive with Philadelphia County, the most populous county in Pennsylvania and the urban core of the Delaware Valley, the nation's seventh-largest and world's 68th-largest metropolitan region, with 6.245 million residents as of 2020. The city's population as of the 2020 census was 1,603,797, and over 56 million people live within 250 mi (400 km) of Philadelphia.
Philadelphia was founded in 1682 by William Penn, an English Quaker. The city served as capital of the Pennsylvania Colony during the British colonial era and went on to play a historic and vital role as the central meeting place for the nation's founding fathers whose plans and actions in Philadelphia ultimately inspired the American Revolution and the nation's independence. Philadelphia hosted the First Continental Congress in 1774 following the Boston Tea Party, preserved the Liberty Bell, and hosted the Second Continental Congress during which the founders signed the Declaration of Independence, which historian Joseph Ellis has described as "the most potent and consequential words in American history". Once the Revolutionary War commenced, both the Battle of Germantown and the Siege of Fort Mifflin were fought within Philadelphia's city limits. The U.S. Constitution was later ratified in Philadelphia at the Philadelphia Convention of 1787. Philadelphia remained the nation's largest city until 1790, when it was surpassed by New York City, and served as the nation's first capital from May 10, 1775, until December 12, 1776, and on four subsequent occasions during and following the American Revolution, including from 1790 to 1800 while the new national capital of Washington, D.C. was under construction.
During the 19th and 20th centuries, Philadelphia emerged as a major national industrial center and railroad hub. The city’s blossoming industrial sector attracted European immigrants, predominantly from Germany and Ireland, the two largest reported ancestry groups in the city as of 2015. In the 20th century, immigrant waves from Italy and elsewhere in Southern Europe arrived. Following the end of the Civil War in 1865, Philadelphia became a leading destination for African Americans in the Great Migration. In the 20th century, Puerto Rican Americans moved to the city in large numbers. Between 1890 and 1950, Philadelphia's population doubled to 2.07 million. Philadelphia has since attracted immigrants from East and South Asia, Eastern Europe, and Latin America.
With 18 four-year universities and colleges, Philadelphia is one of the nation's leading centers for higher education and academic research. As of 2021, the Philadelphia metropolitan area was the nation's ninth-largest metropolitan economy with a gross metropolitan product (GMP) of US$479 billion. Philadelphia is the largest center of economic activity in Pennsylvania and the broader multi-state Delaware Valley region; the city is home to five Fortune 500 corporate headquarters as of 2022. The Philadelphia skyline, which includes several globally renowned commercial skyscrapers, is expanding, primarily with new residential high-rise condominiums. The city and the Delaware Valley are a biotechnology and venture capital hub; and the Philadelphia Stock Exchange, owned by NASDAQ, is the nation's oldest stock exchange and a global leader in options trading. 30th Street Station, the city's primary rail station, is the third-busiest Amtrak hub in the nation, and the city's multimodal transport and logistics infrastructure, including Philadelphia International Airport, the PhilaPort seaport, freight rail infrastructure, roadway traffic capacity, and warehouse storage space, are all expanding.
Philadelphia is a national cultural hub, hosting more outdoor sculptures and murals than any other American city. Fairmount Park, when combined with adjacent Wissahickon Valley Park in the same watershed, is 2,052 acres (830 ha), representing one of the nation's largest contiguous urban parks and the 45th largest urban park in the world. The city is known for its arts, culture, cuisine, and colonial and Revolution-era history; in 2016, it attracted 42 million domestic tourists who spent $6.8 billion, representing $11 billion in total economic impact to the city and surrounding Pennsylvania counties.
With five professional sports teams and a hugely loyal fan base, the city is often ranked as the nation's best city for professional sports fans. The city has a culturally and philanthropically active LGBTQ+ community. Philadelphia also has played an immensely influential historic and ongoing role in the development and evolution of American music, especially R&B, soul, and rock.
Philadelphia is a city of many firsts, including the nation's first library (1731), hospital (1751), medical school (1765), national capital (1774), university (by some accounts) (1779), stock exchange (1790), zoo (1874), and business school (1881). Philadelphia contains 67 National Historic Landmarks, including Independence Hall. From the city's 17th century founding through the present, Philadelphia has been the birthplace or home to an extensive number of prominent and influential Americans. In 2021, Time magazine named Philadelphia one of the world's greatest 100 places." - info from Wikipedia.
The fall of 2022 I did my 3rd major cycling tour. I began my adventure in Montreal, Canada and finished in Savannah, GA. This tour took me through the oldest parts of Quebec and the 13 original US states. During this adventure I cycled 7,126 km over the course of 2.5 months and took more than 68,000 photos. As with my previous tours, a major focus was to photograph historic architecture.
Now on Instagram.
A large dish to learn more about the cosmos.
This was a one day build for the body, two hours for the structure and some additional greebles.
===Crazy Quilt's===
Situated in the middle of Gotham's Fashion District, Paul Dekker's nightclub was host to a wide range of degenerate activities. The main dance floor was lit by a gaudy array of high-intensity strobe lights; seizure inducing shades of reds, blues and yellows bore down on the partying clientele. The Misfits, were treated to the best seats in the house; a balcony on the second floor that served as a sort of observation deck for the debauchery below. Wearing his best brown suit, Reardon worried he was a tad overdressed for the night ahead. The gang had been sorted into two smaller groups; the "grown-ups:" Gar, Chuck, Bridget, Ten and Kuttler, and the "boys:" Mayo, Joey, Blake and Sharpe, with both factions seated at separate, but close by, tables.
While the rest of the party looked through their menus, Kuttler refused to touch his until he had first put on a pair of thin surgical gloves.
"Sorry, is there a prostate exam we're keeping you from?" Gar glared at him, massaging his left temple with his hand.
Kuttler ignored him. "Siracha, Tabasco, jalepenos..." he read aloud the toppings of the house specialty; something that was dubbed "Crazy Fries."
"Oh, yeah," Joey turned his chair around. "Those are meant to be really good."
"Well, I have a sensitive stomach. And though it may be preferable to... this, I'd still rather not spend the rest of the evening on the toilet."
Arriving at perhaps the absolute worst time, a waitress appeared suddenly at Kuttler's side. “Are you folks ready to order?” she asked.
“Think so, yeah. Can we just have some sides for now?” Chuck asked, folding up his menu.
“Sure thing, honey," she beamed back.
Kuttler raised his forefinger to interrupt her. "Question: Do you have non-Crazy Fries?”
“If it’s not on the menu, we don’t sell 'em," the waitress answered.
“But you have normal fries. You must do, in order to “crazify” them," Kuttler countered.
“But we don’t sell them.”
Kuttler sighed, slumping down in his seat. “Two baskets of Crazy Fries it is then.”
At the other table, a pale woman in rabbit ears, stockings and a thong, slapped Blake's shoulder playfully. “C’mon, big boy, catch me if you can!” she teased.
With great self-restraint on his part, Blake resisted the urge to make an innuendo of his own, and swallowed. “Ma’am, pretty sure that if I chase you, the only thing I’ll be catching is an STD.”
The playful smile vanished from the woman's face, a scornful expression appearing in its place. "Jerk!" she hissed, hopping away towards the exit.
As she left, Mayo's eyes followed her "tail" in confusion. Joey nudged his side to get his attention, and shook his head.
“Proud of you man,” Sharpe patted his friend on the back.
“Stiiiiiiill kinda sexist, Tom," Joey observed.
“What’re you talking about? I turned down that prostitute!” Blake laughed back.
“Yeah, that wasn’t a prostitute, that was White Rabbit.”
...
Blake’s face fell. “White Rabbit? Jaina Hudson? That White Rabbit? Daughter of a Bollywood actress and a Gotham Socialite, turned to philanthropy and then to crime? Confusing motivations and even more confusing origins? That-"
“Yes, and for god’s sake, stop talking,” Kuttler turned around to shush them.
Sharpe shrugged. “That doesn’t track. Isn’t she, y’know-" he started, then stopped himself abruptly.
Joey sighed. “You can say it.”
“Not white?”
“It’s one of her powers,” Kuttler stated.
“She- She has white powers?” Mayo scratched his head.
Kuttler frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t quite call it that, no," he murmured.
"She was DTF and I just told her to GTFO..." Blake moaned regretfully.
“Hey. You were probably thinking of March Harriett. She’s a prostitute," Sharpe assured Blake.
At a nearby table, a man in a tan blazer was peaking over the top of his menu, glaring at the Misfits with contempt. “Do they have to yell everything?” Paul Strobe growled to his partner.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. Don’t let them spoil our evening,” Ned Creegan advised, running his hand across Strobe's back. He was wearing a cream-coloured woollen jumper over his distinctive red and black containment suit.
“I’m calm. I’m calm! I might fry Catman’s balls later, but that aside, I’m pretty fucking calm," Strobe complained.
“Eh. I hear he kinda likes that. Really likes that. Enough that it’s mentioned in his Find a Foe profile.”
“Uh huh. And why were you on Find a Foe, exactly?” Strobe snapped back.
“Reviewing my options," Creegan replied.
Strobe didn't laugh.
“I’m joking! C’mon, I’m clearly- Neutron wanted help setting up a profile. Things didn’t work out so well with his last girlfriend. He... well, he blew her up.”
“Christ... Metas date metas, why does no one get that? Keeps everyone happy, and for the most part, alive. That’s really just common sense.”
While staring out across the room, Joey noticed the duo, and pointed them out to the group. “Hey, isn’t that Bag o’ Bones over there?”
Sharpe snorted.
“What?” Joey raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing.”
“Just... Talk about a skeleton in the closet.”
“They’re looking at us," Strobe hissed.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. Just... smile and wave,” Creegan suggested, as he held Strobe's hand, in an attempt to soothe him.
“Smile and wave, are we the Penguins of Madagascar now?”
~-~
Once his sorrows had been successfully drowned, Blake slammed his glass onto the table. “Let’s hit the dance floor!” he shouted (much to Strobe's chagrin) and he staggered downstairs, tripping twice on the way down. The group looked at him cautiously, then followed after him. Hours passed and the Misfits got drunker still:
“And I call... I call this one the Catusi!” Blake confided in Joey, strutting back and forth with underserved confidence.
“You do NOT!” Joey giggled back. "You do NOT!"
“-So you have the mustard mash, and of course... The Ketchup Squirt!” At this, Mayo jumped on the floor, performing a perfect split.
Sharpe's lip twitched. “You’re a fucking legend.”
Meanwhile, Dekker approached the second table, addressing them in a singsong voice. Bridget avoided eye contact. "Gentlemen, lady, can I get you any more refreshments? Something stronger, hmm?" he winked suggestively.
"Oh, uh, Coke, please," Ten said politely.
Dekker smiled knowingly, then on cue, tossed a small bag of white powder onto the table.
Ten pursed his lips together. "I meant Cola."
Dekker's pale eyes darted across the table, then he snatched the baggie back and stuffed it up his sleeve.
=GCPD==
Chuck was standing by the admissions desk, waiting to receive his visitor pass. He was dressed in a beige suit, a pale blue shirt and a red and white striped tie. He was also hungover. Beside him, the radio on the desk blared: "You're listening to Sage Advice, with me, Vic Sage. Our next caller, is Michael from Bella Riviera, Louisiana. Mike, you're on with us now."
"Answer me this you faceless fuck, why don't you respond to any of my texts?"
"Brown, was it?" the desk sergeant asked, bringing Chuck back down to earth.
"Hell yea- Yes. Yeah, that's me," Chuck nodded, hanging the lanyard around his neck.
The sergeant pointed towards a narrow hallway on Chuck's left. "He's right past the holding cells. Wait for Detective Bullock, he's got the key. Oh, and try not to get lost."
"Got it," Chuck nodded, biting his lip to prevent another 'Hell Yeah' from slipping out.
He followed the sergeant's directions, walking towards the holding cells. He hesitated for a moment as he lingered outside Day’s. Julian was pale, (paler than usual that is) and was rocking back and forth on his bed, muttering the words “He said I was special,” over and over. No luck there, then.
The occupant in the opposite cell cleared his throat. “You won’t get anything out of him, he’s been replaying hits from The Exorcist all bloody week...”
Abner Krill was sitting on his bed too, but was much more relaxed. His hands were resting behind his head, and he had an amused smile on his face. “It is you, right? Kite-Man? The senpai to Jules’ yandere?"
"I don't know what either of those words mean."
Krill sneered, hopping down from his bed. "You lucky bugger. Didn’t really recognise ya without that piss-yellow ‘football’ helmet... Impressive stuff. The Royal, that is. Thought he’d never stop monologuing."
"Then I’ll direct my questions to you. When did Joker conta-"
“Uh uh,” Krill wagged his finger in Chuck's face. “First, you gotta do something for me-“
Chuck rolled his eyes. “If you think I’m getting you your belt, you’re out of your mind.”
“Who said anything about my belt? Listen, there’s a vending machine in the bullpen. Get me a packet of M&Ms, and then we’ll talk.”
“M&Ms?” Chuck's brow furrowed.
Krill leaned back. “Yah, I’ve got hypoglycemia, I’ve been making do with fruit cups and cheese sandwiches. Oh, and make sure you get chocolate, not peanuts. Higher sugar content.”
As Krill spoke, Chuck’s eyes were drawn to the cell on the Polka Dot Man’s right. A grey-haired man was pacing around his narrow confines, like a caged tiger. Every so often, the man would stop suddenly, if only to kick, punch or scream at the wall. Chuck had never actually seen Ted Carson without a mask, but the flash of his blue eyes told him everything he needed to know. The fourth cell, opposite him, was empty.
Chuck sighed, then dragged himself over to the vending machine. Chocolate, not peanut. He frowned at the prices; he knew for a fact they were cheaper at the grocers next door, but he didn't have a lot of options. He inserted the coins, retrieved the chocolate from the tray below and lastly, tossed the sweets through the bars of Krill's cell.
Krill wolfed down the candy hungrily, smacking his lips once he was done.
"Finished?" Chuck spoke. “What do you know about Joker?”
Krill’s face scrunched up, as though he was trying hard to remember, and then he finally answered: “Green hair, green eyes, pale skin, possibly bulimic.”
Chuck sighed again.
Krill chuckled. “C’mon, be real. Batman’s been here every night for the last week; If he couldn’t make me talk, what chance does the Kite-Man have? Thanks for the chocolate. Come back any time,” he waved Chuck off with chocolate covered fingers.
As Chuck was bemoaning the loss of the two dollars he'd donated in service of Krill's lunch, a hand took a hold of his shoulder. He turned around and was met with a man he had never seen before: he was a cop, a huge bear of a man even by GCPD standards, with scarred knuckles and a thick black beard. He leaned over, and spoke in a deep Boston accent: "Kite-Man? You have a minute?"
~-~
The lock clicked behind him. The cop had brought Chuck into a disused office, his, Chuck had to assume.
The cop lowered the blinds, then brought Chuck away from the door, and away from prying eyes. Something in the cop had changed; Chuck didn't catch on immediately, but then it hit him: the accent was gone.
"I know you're investigating Joker," the officer spoke.
Chuck was taken aback. "How? How could you possibly-"
Oh.
Chuck recognised that voice. Fake beard, stolen uniform, and extensive make-up aside, he knew that voice. That deep, authoritative tone that had lectured him a thousand times. The Batman's.
"I need you to stop. You know Walker. He has a fight or flight response, it’s instinctive; like a reflex. If he thinks he’s in danger-“
“But he is in danger, that’s the point-“
“If he thinks he's in danger-" Batman repeated. "He’s bound to do something irresponsible, reckless or self destructive.”
"I can't- I mean-" Chuck ran his hands through his hair. “Who else knows?” he asked.
"My people. Black Spider."
“Eric? Eric knows? Now, wait, what about Psycho Pirate? What about Zoom?"
“The Commissioner is aware of the situation. He’s doubled security around the lock-up. And I have people posted outside. But that will all be for nothing if Walker resolves to take Joker down himself, do you understand?"
"I-"
"Brown, I need to hear you say it."
A steely expression appeared on Chuck's face, as he released the latch on the door. "That uniform suits you," he stated coldly. He tensed up for a moment, bracing for a punch that never came.
He looked back over his shoulder, and frowned: Batman had vanished
~-~
Harvey Bullock’s key turned in the lock. He took a step forward and waggled an invasive flabby finger in Chuck’s face. “You got five minutes. We got an “UP” situation downtown," he warned.
“UP situation?” Chuck queried.
“Your pal Colonel Blimp’s got hostages at the Merchant’s Bank. And a hundred balloons tied to the roof.”
“He’s not my pal-“ Chuck sighed, but recognising that there was no point in arguing, walked past Bullock into the cramped room ahead. A small table was in the centre of the room, with two chairs on either side. A single stubbled occupant was handcuffed to one of the chairs.
“Hey, Drury. How are you holding up?” Chuck asked the man as he sat down at the opposite end of the table.
Drury, scratched his hairy cheek. His hair was lighter now, as it reverted to its’ natural orange colour, although now, his temples were on the verge of turning grey. “It ain’t so bad,” he answered. “The cops had their Christmas party the other day.”
“Oh, that sounds nice.”
“It was. Bullock brought me a piece a’ cake.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. He smooshed it into my face," Drury smiled meekly. "How about you, Chuck? How're you doing? How’re the boys?”
“Good. Great, honestly. We were actually out clubbing last night. Nothing fancy, but... it gave them something to do, y'know? Dekker’s treat, if you can believe that.”
Drury smirked. “Yeah, ok, I’d like to never hear those words together again please. ‘Dekker’s treats’ sounds like slang for rohypnol.”
Chuck smiled politely back.
"And Gar? I heard about that Franco shit... God. He and Jenna alright? Keeping their noses clean, I hope?"
"Yeah. Yeah, he's doing ok, I think."
"Good," Drury nodded. "Cause, I'd sure hate to think all this was for nothing," he grinned.
Chuck didn't laugh.
"Hey," Drury paused, his smile vanishing. "You alright?"
Chuck paused: he hated lying, but especially to Drury. After everything they’d been through and after everything he'd suffered. He swallowed, and a fake smile replaced his previously remorseful expression. “It's nothing.”
==S.T.A.R. Labs. Chicago Branch==
"Lunch!" The young intern entered the laboratory, laden with food. With the way the room suddenly exploded with excitement, you would think they had discovered a new element. A metal, cylindrical drum stood in the center of the room, held behind glass, having been donated by the Gotham City branch.
"Gimme gimme," one of the female scientists strutted over, grabbing their coffee and panini.
"Tell me you got my Gutbuster, kid," a portly man asked, rolling across the room on his spiny chair.
"You didn't..." a grey-haired co-worker sighed, as he grabbed his salad from the intern.
"Aw, let me have this, Greg," the portly man pleaded.
"Sorry, what's a Gutbuster?" another of his colleagues raised an eyebrow.
"Big Belly's finest, or worst, depending who you ask, Molly," Greg, the grey-haired scientist, explained.
"Only the single greatest burger this side of the continent," the heavy-set man declared as he peeled back the wrapper. "And, banned in 30 states."
"Well, c'mon, Larry, what's so special about this thing?" Molly asked.
"Three beef patties, four onion rings, six rashers of bacons, five cheese slices, all of it drizzled in gravy, and! And! Served in a deep fried brioche bun."
"Well, that's your five-a-day
sorted," Greg smirked.
"Jeez, you're sounding like a spokesperson," another scientist sipped her coffee.
"Hey, Kate, if they were paying me in Gutbusters, I'd hand in my two weeks right now. I'm telling you, when folks talk about the American Dream, this is what they mean!"
"The American Nightmare maybe. Vile," Kate shrugged.
"Hey, kid? Mattie? Some free advice; you looking to live until 30, never step inside another Big Belly Burger," Greg advised the intern.
Larry didn't mind. He'd been waiting weeks for this burger, and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from enjoying it. And just he took a big squelchy, greasy bite of it... he choked.
"Larry?" Kate paused. "Lar?!"
The burger fell to the floor, its' diabetic toppings sliding off the patty. Larry clutched his chest, gasping for breath and then... a gloved hand ripped through his torso. Larry hit the ground with a lifeless thud.
Molly screamed. Kate rushed to Larry's side, but it was too late. She looked up, tears in her eyes, and then she saw it: a man in yellow.
The figure raised its' forearm, now glistening red with blood. A single distorted word escaped its' mouth: "Gutbusssssssssterrrrrrr."
An icy blast shot through the air, freezing the wall the monster had been standing in front of moment before. Greg, was holding a pink cold gun, one of the weapons their Central City branch had left them.
"I know what you are, you piece of shit! You're a speedster! We've got a catalogue of weapons in the basement tailor made for scum like you!"
"Scuuuuuuuuuuum like meeeeeeeeeeee?" a voice whispered. Greg's whole body shook, he couldn't tell where it had gone, but he knew it was still in the room. It had to be. A flash of yellow lightning vanished behind one of the office cubicles. There.
He raised the cold gun again and pulled the trigger. Only this time, the beam shot backwards. The blast encased his head in ice and as his brain began to freeze; he slipped backwards, he hit the floor and his skull broke apart into frozen chunks. The monster, had turned the gun around in the milliseconds after Greg had fired.
Mattie stepped towards the exit, pounding his fists against the metal door: They were locked in. They were locked in, and they were going to die. He hadn't even told Molly how he fel-
Two bloody hands took a hold of Mattie's head, and squeezed. The pressure built and built, it felt like his head was going to explode. And then it did. His skull burst open, the contents splattering across the door. His body, slid down the metal surface with a loud squeak.
"Molly, you need to get out of here," Kate begged.
"I can't- it's... It's locked us in-" she blubbed.
"I'll distract it, just-"
Kate's words were cut off by the cracking of her neck. Her body fell at Molly's feet.
The monster stepped forward, its red eyes staring curiously at the one survivor.
"Please don't-" Molly slid backwards, tears in her eyes. "Please, take whatever you want!"
A noise like a bee's buzzing exited the monster's mouth. Molly couldn't work out was it was doing at first, then she realised. It was shushing her. "You seeeeeeeee this massacre? You seeeeee these bodies? These corpses? Your colleagues, your friends killedbeforetheir tiiiiiiiiiiiime? Husbandsand wiiiiiiiiiiiiives. Mothersand faaaaaaaaaaathers. Sonsanddaughters. Peoplewhoare never cominghoooooooome. Remember it. Hold ontothis memooooooooory. Hold ontothe traaaaaaaaagedy."
It placed its' bloody hand on her shoulder and she flinched. "Itcanonly make you stroooooonger."
Molly closed her eyes, whimpering in fear: she could hear the breaking of glass; the whirring of the doors unlocking. When she finally opened her eyes, the monster was gone. And with it, the Cloudburst.
==GCPD==
Drury returned to his cell that night. Moonlight crept through the bars from outside, shining into his eyes as he tried to sleep. Just as he had finally settled, a voice called out to him from across the hall.
"Do you... Remember that other timeline? The one Bridget made?" the voice asked, not bothering to check if he was awake first.
The question caught Drury off guard. It was the first time Carson had said a word to him since they'd been arrested.
"Just flashes," Drury sat up, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly. "Odd images, faces I don't recognise, places I've never been to. The smell of... burning." As he spoke, an involuntary tear ran down his cheek. He didn't know why.
Carson swallowed. “Huh. 'Cause I do. I remember Charaxes using my suffering to goad my daughter into creating the alternate reality he'd use to make his escape. I remember my hand on the wheel, as I sought to take control of my 'Mothpoint' counterpart. And I remember you. As insufferable then as you are now. So, don’t you think you’re forgiven. That anything is forgiven. Soon as I’m free from these bars, you’re dead. You’re fucking dead.”
Drury rolled his eyes, and turned over in his bed.
"And then there's the name," Carson continued to goad him. "Why 'Killer' Moth?"
Drury didn't reply.
"You coulda called yourself anything. Been anyone... But it seems to me like you made your bed all those years ago. You'll always be scum."
After a short but intense meteorite storm, a small blue pod floats steadily over the main array of the 6984 "Sproule". Missing sections are reported back to control, where the repair teams can be organised and dispatched.
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Scale is everything when it comes to this sort of image, as pointed out by Shannon Sproule on my previous image. There are 6984 yellow 2x2 seats down there, so NO, I will not be building this in real bricks! The render is 2880x1620 pixels, so if you zoom in, you can see the little ship quite well. You can also fly over all of the seats :D
I chose the seats because the stick up from the surface quite a bit. This means that, although they're just one colour, the shadows and other lighting effects create lots of shades of yellow and into orange. I also liked the pattern, which can be like fish scales when you spin around in LDD. It also made some neat moire patterns.
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I love rocks and these are among my favorites. All but three were picked up from the beach at
Ludington State Park in Michigan. In arranging them I have considered the colors associated
with one version of the Native American Medicine Wheel.
Left to right, top to bottom -
1. Black and white heart-shaped rock. Preview of Valentines Day.
2. This white rock reminds me of the curve of a snow drift.
North-white-wisdom of our elders-white buffalo
3. This gray rock with tiny holes reminds me of the night sky with stars.
4. This yellow rock, sandstone, reminds me of the beach.
East-yellow-dawn of new day-illumination-inspiration-eagle
5. This gray rock with white intrusions is shaped like a human face.
6. The blackness of this rock is enhanced by its crackled surface.
West-black-introspection, self examination, reflection-rain-bear
7. This black rock has a depression like a metate or a mortar.
8. This heart-shaped red rock has a green band running through it.
South-red or green-passion, heart, warmth-emotions-porcupine
9. The tiny fossils in this brown rock remind me how long our earth has borne life.
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Very Large Array (VLA) near Socorro, New Mexico. Visit during a storm created some interesting photographs.
These are photos taken on my trip to Europe and the UK with a girl friend in October to November 2012. My camera I had then wasn't good with low light so some of these shots are not great but I have put them as my memories of the trip.
Day in Oxford on a cold October day in 2012. We stayed here two nights.
Christ Church Cathedral.
The cathedral was originally the church of St Frideswide's Priory. The site was historically presumed to be the location of the nunnery founded by St Frideswide, the patron saint of Oxford, and the shrine now in the Latin Chapel, originally containing relics translated at the rebuilding in 1180, was the focus of pilgrimage from at least the 12th until the early 16th century.
In 1522, the priory was surrendered to Thomas Cardinal Wolsey, who had selected it as the site for his proposed college. However, in 1529 the foundation was taken over by Henry VIII. Work stopped, but in June 1532 the college was refounded by the King. In 1546, Henry VIII transferred to it the recently created See of Oxford from Osney. The cathedral has the name of Ecclesia Christi Cathedralis Oxoniensis, given to it by Henry VIII's foundation charter.
There has been a choir at the cathedral since 1526, when John Taverner was the organist and also master of the choristers. The statutes of Wolsey's original college, initially called “Cardinal College”, mentioned 16 choristers and 30 singing priests.
Christ Church Cathedral is one of the smallest cathedrals in the Church of England.
The nave, choir, main tower and transepts are late Norman. There are architectural features ranging from Norman to the Perpendicular style and a large rose window of the ten-part (i.e. botanical) type.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christ_Church_Cathedral,_Oxford
Oxford, a city in central southern England, revolves around its prestigious university, established in the 12th century. The architecture of its 38 colleges in the city’s medieval center led poet Matthew Arnold to nickname it the 'City of Dreaming Spires'. University College and Magdalen College are off the High Street, which runs from Carfax Tower (with city views) to the Botanic Garden on the River Cherwell.