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This photo was taken on February 26th, 2024 at 14:07:25 pm
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Abandoned John Deere Loader in Pomona, Georgia
Ilford FP4+ film developed in HC-110.
Test shots with new Canon IV 35mm rangefinder.
We enjoyed a nice outing to South Coyote Buttes last night. This is one of the most iconic features in the area known as the Control Tower with some soft twilight glow. If you ever get a permit to visit, I can take you out here for the best light! Other tour guides in the area just take you out in the middle of the day. Trust me, it looks a million times better in the golden hour!
The Omori Silver Mine area flourished as a key town under direct shogunate control, central to about 150 villages. Discovered in the 14th century, the mine peaked in the early 17th century, exporting silver overseas. The townscape stretches about 2.8 kilometers, preserving historic sites such as the magistrate’s office remains, samurai residences, temples, and cemeteries, conveying the town’s mining heritage.
"The walls are closing in again
So claustrophobic as I'm trapped in my head
It’s like I don't belong in my own skin
It's sinking in, I’m lower than I've ever been
(Oh god, oh god)
Why do I feel so wrong?
(I hold on, hold on)
Before I'm too far gone
I can't let it consume me
I'm losing my grip
(Woah, woah)
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die
'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart
And I know that I’m losing control
I’ve been running from the one in the mirror
Now it's been forever since I could see clear
Nobody can help
I’m the only one who can save myself
I hear voices that fill me with doubt
I try so hard to block them out
I sit around and wonder why
I'm alive but I don't feel much life
(Oh god, oh god)
Why do I feel so wrong?
(I hold on, hold on)
To all the hope not lost
I won't let it consume me
I need to get out of this nightmare
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I’m ready to die, I'm ready to die
'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart
And I know that I'm losing control
I've been running from the one in the mirror
Now it's been forever since I could see clear
Nobody can help
I'm the only one who can save myself
Save myself
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I'm ready to die
I'm ready to die
Sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
Feels like I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die
'Cause I got thoughts so dark, they tear me apart
And I know that I'm losing control
I've been running from the one in the mirror
Now it's been forever since I could see clear
Nobody can help
I'm the only one who can save myself
I'm the only one who can save myself"
Lyrics Source:
genius.com/Villain-of-the-story-losing-control-lyrics
Video:
Hydro Power Plant Arnstein in Western Styria - The storage power plant with a beautiful turbine hall and control center was built in 1922-1925.
The view here is east. I'm standing on the Mauna Lani property, on the Kohala Coast of the Big Island. The fire is about five miles away in the Waikoloa hills.
The time is approximately 09:30 PM HST (-10:00 GMT).
The Hawaii Civil Defense broadcast, which was broadcast at 10:00 PM, indicated the fire remains out of control, though no homes are threatened.
For those familiar with the area, the Queen Ka'ahumanu highway entrance to Waikoloa Road is closed. I had to loop around through Kawaihae and Waimea in order to get back home to Waikoloa Village this evening.
I think this is best viewed really large.
This scene reminded me of Marionette puppets controlled by strings
The art of kite flying contrasted against the brilliance of this golden, winter sunset.
**It is really quite amazing to see how close these people can stand together without having their strings become tangled up in the sky.
Garry Point Park
Steveston, Richmond
BC
Canada
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~Christie (Happiest by the River)
**Best experience in full screen. Thanks for peeking !
An AC inverter control panel (slightly less than 3" horizontally from edge to edge). This type of inverter, more commonly called a variable-frequency drive, is generally used as an efficient motor speed control in many commercial and industrial applications. Similar systems are used in microwave ovens, air-conditioning systems, EVs, and other consumer devices.
One downside to inverter technology is a distinctive, continuous high-pitched whine emitting from the motor. Noises like this are familiar to anyone who has taken a subway or a trolley using newer equipment.
In this instance, I am using a secondhand inverter and motor to power a 35mm projector, giving it variable speed capability and, more importantly, prolonging the time it takes to come up to full speed and slow down to a stop to minimize stress on the mechanism and film.
Interesting that the steering wheel on the Kaiwo Maru has no view of the water. Wonder if this is just a token display of what's on the bridge, but the brass and wood that make up the wheel are pretty impressive.
To see others' superb photos of the Kaiwo Maru during the 3 day
tall ship festival in Steveston--including the sailors up on the masts unfurling the sails--please go to this Gallery I created: www.flickr.com/photos/130881643@N04/galleries/72157681555...
Soundtrack: V.A.C. - "malfunction"
- somehow a "brother-in-spirit" of this one: though (oh well...) I am at least knee-deep into technology of all sorts and kinds, somehow I wonder how it actually works - man controlling machine? This device (an office-building-sized coal excavator) is just, well, sort of a "mountain of steel", making you feel awfully small, pondering what might happen if machines like these actually get out of hands...
18 august 2006
this entry is late...mostly because it's taken me a few days to get over the events of this past tuesday's training class.
as some of you already know, matea has fear issues with other dogs, stemming from 4 months of bad experiences at dog parks when she was 8-10 mos of age. add to that her breed - GWPs are bred for "sharpness", meaning if they perceive a threat they're going in, and matea is definitely the quintessential GWP - plus she's a female, and a wannabe alpha...even though with her own pack of at least five other dogs, she's a big pushover.
in class, cheryl - my new hero in dog training and behavior - sometimes has exercises in controlled chaos...dogs retrieving across each other's paths, toys flying everywhere, excitement amped up...all to create dogs who are more interested in working with/for their handler than be distracted by other dogs.
for matea, such exercises are brilliant as it boosts her confidence, showing her that she can work around other dogs and focus on the task at hand without perceiving a threat from every dog she encounters. and she's doing wonderfully. we'd not had a single incident with matea in almost 4 mos of classes, even if another dog accidentally bumps into her or gets into her face.
...until this past tuesday.
taz (an older jack russell...ironically sold to cheryl by another friend of mine who breeds JRTs and has a wirehaired pointer as well!) was in class. during a controlled-chaos exercise, matea was heading out - full steam - to retrieve her tennis ball for me...dogs everywhere, and go figure the ball should roll under taz, the JRT.
taz spun, facing off with matea, and matea had her head down, totally wanting to back away. this was my interpretation of her reaction, and it was confirmed by cheryl after class when we reviewed the event.
matea was actually making the decision to forget the ball, and more importantly, forget the JRT, deciding neither was worth it. if i'd called her back, i truly believe she would have come. but since cheryl's goal is to build this dog's confidence, i stuck to the task at hand: "fetch...fetch." then, apparently, taz made the first challenge/snap. at that point the GWP sharpness kicked in and matea was on her. you've never heard such screaming...cheryl assured me later that taz had been through WAY worse during flyball events, and that her reaction tends to be extreme screaming at just about anything.
with the screaming, the GWP prey-drive kicked in...probably 10 times that of any normal dog. being 50-feet away, i wasn't in the fray until it was over 5 seconds later. 5 seconds that felt like a bloody lifetime. matea was not giving up. BUT let me assure you there was no blood, no injuries, which i suppose i should derive confidence from, in that my dog does have bite inhibition.
i DO believe that had i been right there, the incident would have stopped before it began. however, i wasn't. and fortunately cheryl WAS. AND fortunately taz is one of cheryl's dogs (owned by a niece, i believe). AND fortunately, cheryl is cesar millan in a woman's form. she was calm and assertive, snatching matea's beard and twisting, then holding her by her lips for a good 4 seconds before switching to her happy-voice and saying: "okay! let's go play!"
for the next ten minutes cheryl had me send matea for retrieves with taz right there (held by cheryl), and in fact, growling at matea....a rottie was lunging at the other side of matea (a friendly rottie, but matea doesn't seem capable of discerning the difference), and other dogs at the receiving end. you could literally see matea work through her fears, her body cringing as she came close to the other dogs, yet following through with the task at hand with coaching from me. but it was clear that matea does NOT want confrontation...she was giving the growling JRT a wide berth after that, and not because she'd been reprimanded for fighting. there was really no reprimand.
still, seeing 68 lbs of solid muscle on a little 15 lb JRT is truly frightening. growing up i witnessed the swift death of a pug at the jaws of our one german shepherd...and i saw many fights between our shepherds. any kind of dog fight or scuffle has a major effect on me, even on tv, and i'm working to overcome that.
after class, with her arm around my shoulders, cheryl pointed to matea, lying 20' away on her own in a down even as the JRT was being led past her.... "that is not a bad dog," cheryl said. "if that was a bad dog, i'd be going home and digging a hole tonight."
Now, what was it she told me to get!
Potatoes, carrots … I should have brought that list she wrote.
Potatoes, carrots, onions, cabbage …. She always says that I don’t listen to her, or is it that I never listen to her.
Potatoes, carrots, onions ……. Oh, those cream cakes look good.