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Vehicles windblocking DC-3's during windstorm to prevent aircraft from sliding away on icy airport apron. The 70 knot winds caused snow drifts as tall as a person to form under the wings.
Palmer, Alaska
cause this is like hell, and i hope is worth it
me- Mica, you'll LOVE the new place, ut has a room for the nomads to be without being scattered in pieces
Mica- Oh, GOOD! cause , you know, it's not nice having bodies and eyeballs by my side while i try to ignore those are pieces of my body too....
Found on Dog Rose caused by the larvae of a gall wasp which lives in the center of the gall, a first find for me :)
Midnights in Winter
The glowing fire
Lights up your face in orange and gold.
I see your sweet smile
Shine through the darkness
It's line is etched in my memory.
Cause I know you by heart
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clouds texture by me
water texture by Distressed Jewell
walpaper by AlicePopkorn
Image dedicated to Magali Goncalves!
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13/52 - self portrait challenge
It has been a very busy week and i have had very little time to plan a self portrait - so this will have to do. After the heavy rains from night before last the weather has turned and the temperatures have dropped. We are heading for an early winter it seems.
It looks like i may be able to purchase myself a speedlite - any opinions from other users out there, would be great to know if it worthwhile investing into one for off camera / fill flash.
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This young man was trying to draw both giraffes to himself, log enough for his co-worker to run into the habitat to collect a fecal sample.
The giraffes may have been distracted by the lettuce, but my attention was on his tattoos. Even his employer is spelled out in ink.
The cause? Humans....The effect? Drought and heat.
I know this is dark and not pretty but find it necessary to document what is happening in Central Texas...not just here but other places in the world too. Our desperate earth cannot heal unless we step up and do our part. This weighs heavy on my mind during most of my waking hours.
'Cause you know what the week has been like. I started off the week with short hair, clean shaven, 15 pounds lighter, and 10 years younger. via 500px ift.tt/2CkDn50
Banksy's latest work. He has been the rage in NYC causing a citywide Easter egg hunt that resulted with the Police and the Mayor condemning his work. So what does he do, have an outdoor gallery with the police station in the distant background. You got to love the artist for his artwork and brazen style.
Another point that moderns do not grasp, is that there is no reason for necessarily seeking the cause of a phenomenon on the plane where it is produced, and that on the contrary one has to consider the possibility of a non-material cause, above all when it is a question of a phenomenon whose beginning is unknown a priori, and unknowable materially, as is the origin of living beings.
Transformist evolutionism is the classical example of the bias that invents "horizontal" causes because one does not wish to admit a "vertical" dimension: one seeks to extort from the physical plane a cause that it cannot furnish and that is necessarily situated above matter.
Even within the order of physical causes, one has to take into account the simultaneous presence of the immanent metaphysical Cause: if a seed is the immediate cause of a plant, it is because the divine archetype intervenes in the physical causality. Geometrically speaking, causes can be situated on the "concentric circles" that constitute the Universe, but other causes - and with all the more reason the First Cause - are situated at the Center and act through the radii emanating from it.
The divine Intellect contains the archetypes of creation, and it is starting from this Cause - or from this causal system - at a given cyclic "moment" of the cosmogonic process, that the "ideas" are "incarnated" which will be manifested in the form of contingent creatures.
We do not ask physicists to be content with an anthropomorphic and naive creationism; but at least it would be logical on their part - since they aim at a total and
flawless science - to try to understand the traditional ontocosmological doctrines, especially the Hindu doctrine of the envelopes (kosha) of the Self (Atma): a doctrine that, precisely, presents the Universe as a system of circles proceeding from the Center-Principle to that extreme limit which for us is matter.
For human science does not derive solely from the need to know and to register; more profoundly its origin is the thirst for the essential; now the sense of essentiality attracts us toward shores other than those of the limited plane of physical phenomena alone.
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Frithjof Schuon: Roots of the Human Condition
In Damascus, there's a plinthed loco outside the old terminus for the Hedjaz Railway, overlooked by an official portrait of the present ruler, reflecting on what might have been. Syria.
October 2007. © Photo - David Hill.
This bald eagle really spooked the other birds including gulls, ducks and sandhill cranes, when it took flight.
Terrell's Island Preserve, Lake Butte des Morts, Omro, Wisconsin
I want a moment to be real
Wanna touch things I don't feel
Wanna hold on and feel I belong
And how can they say I never change
They're the ones that stay the same
I'm the one now
Cause I'm still here
This is one of my older builds, which I decided to revive recently from being broken apart in a bin for way too long. I mainly changed up the front end to make it more prototypical to the real thing and also be a bit more well constructed, as I had issues before where the front would come loose. This should be resolved now. Also, it is still slightly bending down in the middle, which again is prototypical to the real thing, which had heavy batteries located in the middle of the vehicle beneath the floor, causing those cars to gradually bend down especially within later years of service.
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- Beastie Boys, Professor Booty
**EXPLORED**
I know it's not polite to toot your own horn, but holy hell do I ever love the way today's shots turned out! I was totally inspired by this shot, and knew I wanted to do my own version with blues instead of pinks. Of course, in post processing I wound up falling in love with this shot, which is decidedly more muted. Whatever. Don't you just love those days where shoots go even better than expected and you totally feel like you rocked it out? This is one of those days for me. So let me enjoy it!! Ha!
That said, there were a bunch of outtakes that I really liked too, so I'm posting them in the comments. Let me know what you think of them. And as a side note, when I started my self portrait 365 project, I wasn't sure I could handle it. I mean, I'm self conscious of the way I look and usually hate pictures of me. So how was I going to do a whole year of it, right? But what I've discovered in the course of doing these daily self portraits, is that I love the way I can totally transform my look for different shots. Wigs, makeup, angles, processing...it's become this total obsession of mine. I love making myself look like somebody else, while still retaining the bits of me that I love. This shot is such a good example of that.
Ok, I'll stop rambling about how much I love these shots. Ha. If you read this far, you must really like me a lot! ;)
365 Days (self portraits): Day 163
30 Songs in 30 Days: Day 10 (Professor Booty - Beastie Boys)
Just cause I love geeps on rickety track doing local work here is another look at this nice catch from my PA and MD trip last spring.
Previously relegated to working overnight under the cover of darkness, thanks to pandemic reduced train frequencies on Amtrak's Northeast Corridor for some time now NS local H04 has been working days. On duty at 0900 at Baltimore's Bayview Yard, they normally work to the big Clorox plant in Perryman daily and as far north as Havre de Grace at least once a week.
Here they are seen on the old line having just finished working Plastipak Industries they are getting their train back together so they can start back south. The old line is a 1 3/4 mile long stub of the old main line through town that lead to the original 1866 bridge. After the mainline was realigned slightly on the approach to the new and higher 1906 structure still in service the old line into town was retained and more than a century later it still has three rail served customers located on it.
NS 5620 is a GP38-2 that was rebuilt with a chopped nose in 2005 from a Southern high hood GP38AC oroginally blt. Aug. 1971 as CNOTP 2871.
Havre de Grace, Maryland
Friday April 2, 2021
A couple I know are going through a major transition. While talking to hubbie about it, I wished him good luck. He said, "this is not about luck. At this point it's all a matter of cause and effect." We left it at that.
Last weekend we had significant rainfall in Nevada City--over 10 inches. On Monday morning after the storm blew through, I opened the door to let the dogs out and was overwhelmed by the chirping of the frogs. All of a sudden, overnight, there were thousands of them, filling the air with their staccato songs. It gave me a moment of pause, and got me to thinking about that cause and effect thing. I think there may be a tad of wisdom in it.
My House, Nevada City, CA
Deer Hollow Farm, Rancho San Antonio County Park. February 2017. Shot with Fujifilm XPro2 and 18-55mm f2.8-4 lens in Acros R.
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Location: Coruscant
///Log Entry\\\
After our encounter with a Sith assassin on Coruscant, I wanted to take some precautions. I'd heard rumors that there was a weapons dealer selling beskar in the Coruscant underworld, so I decided to go off the radar and try to find him. I was reluctant to take Sev with me, especially since so many of my fellow Survivors had recently betrayed our cause. I had a bad feeling that he was undercover with the Imperials. There was something about him... he reminded me of an Imperial. Brendol Hux? Veers, maybe? It was an uncanny feeling, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Sev's story was that he was a test subject for Imperial experiments, and he had escaped. He said the Sith assassin was tasked with hunting him down so that he couldn't share any intel with the New Republic. Not the most convincing story, I know. But it was better for the kid to stay where I could keep a close eye on him. And if he was telling the truth, he had to be protected at all costs.
I took the Golden Nexu, and Sev rented an airspeeder. The weapons dealer was not someone who was easily found, and I suspected he liked it that way. Finally, I found his shop and told Sev to meet me there. The weapons dealer was polishing a blaster rifle when I walked in.
"I've heard you sell beskar weapons," I said.
He scowled and continued polishing the rifle. "Beskar only grows in its value, and you don't seem like the sort who can afford it."
"I think you'll be surprised at what I can afford," I said.
The weapons dealer's response was cut off as Sev trudged through the door. The dealer looked up from his polishing and squinted at Sev through his cybernetic eye.
"I am not a man who is often surprised," the weapons dealer responded quietly.
He stared at Sev for a few moments, then disappeared into a back room and returned with the weapon. It was a beskar axe, intricately carved and honed to a deadly edge. The perfect weapon for dealing with a Sith assassin.
I eagerly reached for the weapon, but the weapons dealer shook his head. He handed the weapon to Sev. "I see the spark of a warrior in this one. The blood of a great fighter flows in his veins, yes?"
Sev seemed surprised by the weapons dealer, and he took the weapon carefully.
I frowned. "Hey, the kid's not the only one with warrior spark," I said, taking the weapon from Sev. "He's also not the one with the credits," I added.
The weapons dealer smirked. "Credits are not what I want."
"Great," I said. "Free weapon."
He pointed out the window at the Golden Nexu. "That speeder. I like it very much."
"Yeah, well I like it very much too," I said. "Let's talk credits, shall we?"
"The speeder or no beskar."
"Now you listen to me, you nerf herder. You're not gonna-"
"The speeder or no beskar."
///End Log\\\
This is my entry to the 12x12 challenge for the Survivors RPG. I was originally planning for a smaller build but decided to go ahead and make this build 12x12.
God bless!
-BH
Cause the passion and pain
Are gonna keep you alive someday
a lot has happened in the last (almost exactly) 2 years. what i thought was a new beginning and a change to be made and to happen resulted in one of the worst years of my life. and when i say worst, i mean it. most of you witnessed portions of it thru my 365. and i'm grateful for the friendships that came out of that, especially when i just needed it - you know who you are. ♥
I first had months of anticipating positive change, months of being in a horrendous depression & not knowing what to do, and months of re-building. W/o the first two, I wouldn't have been able to get myself better, to know myself and what i know to be what's best for me.
I've never been more confident of knowing I will be able to handle what comes my way and never again, never - knowingly - put up with anyone's bullshit. My life just doesn't have time for that anymore, and honestly it never did.
While, I have moments of sadness b/c something triggers a bad moment, it doesn't dictate the rest of my day, nor define me, nor will I allow it to stand in the way of what other little things make my life awesome.
I wouldn't be able to give my dream a go and chase it, as I intend to now, w/o the whiplash I had last year. I wouldn't do over in the sense that I'd never want to feel what i felt again, but I am grateful that out of the bullshit came opportunity.