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While Daddy tried very hard to teach Elizabeth some chess basics, she wanted to set everything up and knock it down instead.
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While their fellow neighbors are playing backgammon, this guys decided to play a good old game of chess. Concentration in focus.
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Visitors watch a chess game featuring robotic Lego Mind Storm pieces during Maker Faire Detroit at The Henry Ford in Dearborn, Mich. Saturday, July 31, 2010.
Photographer, Gary Malerba. This photograph is made available pursuant to a Creative Commons noncommercial, attribution, no derivatives license. Any sharing of this image shall be accompanied with a link to OnInnovation. Copyright 2010 The Henry Ford
Questionable Ability Walks with Assumed Trust.
A very busy intersection. Many people walking in all directions coupled with many cars moving in all directions. Stop signs, not stop lights, dictate who or what moves when, how fast, how far, in what direction. Any unpredictable hesitation between man and machine foretells possible dire consequences. Much like a chess game on steroids.
This couple appears to have been in close company for many years. Among her many talents, he has grown to know her for her particularly capable abilities to multi-task. She is famous to him and to many for being able to read and walk at the same time.
Just after they were married, his concern for her safety was uppermost in his mind. His mistake was to express this concern about her being able to walk and read at the same time. Especially when proceeding through moving traffic. She snapped at him viscously. His criticism about her simple pleasures, a typical male dominance issue, wasn't really about her safety, it was to actually restrict her freedom of expression and movement throughout the world. It had nothing to do with her safety, she repeated over and over. He was a callous and insensitive pig.
Her mother, after all, had warned of his dangerous character flaws … and, there were many. Especially those pertaining to his disingenuous concern for her wellbeing and his equally disingenuous focus on listening to her every utterance. There was also no need, her mother went on, for her to become anguished about any of it as all men possessed these unsettling traits. And, like all men, he had been privately schooled, from the crib through college, by his mean-spirited father employing timeless tried and true techniques on how to hide his true intent with artful ways of concealment behind honey-tongued words and smiling eyes. He never mentioned it again.
Long ago, she became aware that, in spite of their close, loving relationship, he was not really paying her the close attention she so much deserved. Her mother had warned her that women were to sacrifice without complaint for the pleasure of pleasing men. It was the natural order of things. It was a given in the universal fabric of creation. It would be a mistake on her part to entertain the fantasy that this sacrifice should be rewarded with appreciation. This expected reward for hard, unselfish, unending labor for her man was but a fantasy, a dream, a myth. With him constantly at her side she could expect nothing more than to appeal to his male ego, his strength to keep her protected from the dangers of the world. It would be a small price to pay considering the high fees charged by professional bodyguards. If she played her cards right, she could snap at him whenever and for as long as she liked without fear of retribution. Unlike professional bodyguards who might not understand and decide to “take her out.”
She tested her strength against his several years ago. It happened while they were crossing a street. She continued to maintain her famous multi-tasking abilities of being able to read and walk at the same time. She couldn’t say just when it was, but she had also added to her repertoire of reading and walking at the same time, the skill of humming a song. It was “I Am Woman!” He didn’t notice. She knew that he didn’t notice because of his being a callous and insensitive pig. When they were half way across, he saw that a car had pulled away from the stop sign and make its way, with unwarranted speed, towards them. To alert her, because his concern for her safety was uppermost in his mind, he pulled at her hand. She dropped her reading material. She snapped at him viscously. He stood there like a deer looking into the headlights of the fast approaching car. Unconsciously, she sprinted across the street. He, stunned at seeing her move with such speedy readiness, and his not paying attention to the blaring horn or the wild gesticulations from the driver for him to get out of the way, was struck with just enough force to put him under the car. When the paramedics removed him from under the car, they found him unconscious with her reading material in his hand.
That was many years ago. Water under the bridge. To this day, he has never recovered his former youthful, upright posture. He also walks with his hands in his pockets while she continues to exercise her famous multi-tasking abilities at being able to read, walk and hum a song at the same time. Her superior position at having brought a man to his knees, on his back, doesn’t allow her to hear that he, when walking with a serpentine posture and with hands in his pockets, has also augmented his multi-tasking repertoire. He hums, “Walk the Line.”
It begins to rain. Perfect to shoot anything that moves.
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known
Well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known
You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you've burn them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks over
Your sad, empty town
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known
You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known
While Daddy tried very hard to teach Elizabeth some chess basics, she wanted to set everything up and knock it down instead.
Visitors watch a chess game featuring robotic Lego Mind Storm pieces during Maker Faire Detroit at The Henry Ford in Dearborn, Mich. Saturday, July 31, 2010.
Photographer, Gary Malerba. This photograph is made available pursuant to a Creative Commons noncommercial, attribution, no derivatives license. Any sharing of this image shall be accompanied with a link to OnInnovation. Copyright 2010 The Henry Ford
A Police horse watching a chess game.
Union Square, New York City.
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Match sprinting is all about physics and tactics. It's truly a chess game on wheels that moves and changes very quickly.
This French rider is about to teach her Russian counterpart a lesson in how to translate the potential energy of her higher position on the banking into kinetic energy as she accelerates past her towards victory.
World Cup of Track Cycling, January 2007, Los Angeles California.
The classic Phil Tippett and Jon Berg battle chess game rendered in Lego, and that completes stage 2.
costume sketch by Frank Krenz
DIAMONDS
Holiday on Ice, 60th Anniversary
directed by Robin Cousins and Sarah Kawahara
choreographed by Sarah Kawahara
production design by Mark Fisher and Ray Winkler
lighting design by Durham Marenghi
puppet/prop design by Michael Curry
costume design by Frank Krenz
St. Louis Renaissance Faire
Wentzville, Missouri
May 31, 2014
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Kalmykia is renowned to be the only Buddhist state in Europe, but they have also developed a reputation for Chess. its first elected President (1993), Kirsan Ilyumzhinov, is the head of the International Chess Federation hosted international chess competition and even having a Chess City. This is a gigantic chess set at the centre of Elista, capital of the Kalmyk republic.
Life is like a chess game.
We move pieces according to what we think will benefit us, we make strategies to move forward, we focus on what we think is important.
And sometimes, we feel like we’re about to lose the game. Like there’s not a single chance of us winning the match. Like there’s no escape. Like we’re trapped.
It is that moment, both in chess and in life, when we get lost, we get confused. When we unfocus and go out of the path.
It is that moment when you don’t know anymore what to do and you just want to get out. Get out of your thoughts, get out of your mind, get out of your life, get out of the game.
One of the first shots using the full frame Sony A7, with an old Minolta MD Rokkor 35 mm f/2 lens. I really cannot tell the difference between photos taken by the full frame and APS-C seniors shot at jpeg (extra fine) level.
Position of pieces at the end of a server-based correspondence chess game I won today playing Black.