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The Harbour shipping control tower, which is destined to be demolished.
As part of the redevelopment of Barangaroo the tower has ben decomissioned, but a long battle to save it from demolition has failed.
a 2 minute and a 1.5 minute exposure stacked for the cloud movement
Lors de ma tournée de facteur, près de la Porte Pouchet, j'ai croisé cette jolie voiture en attente d'un contrôle technique.
Acrylic (10x9") on (1" thick) cherry. Available as a limited edition print @ www.64colors.bigcartel.com/
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!
Fuego Controlado © Foc Controlat
Falla Trinquete / Fallas de Elda 2011
Elda (Alicante - Comunidad Valenciana - Pais Valencià - Spain)
Pensando na Ana Maria Santeiro
Na Eliana Botan
e no Martinusso....
Capitulos inesqueciveis de minha existencia.....
Fudida, mas bela....
O onibus estava animado, sentavamos ao fundo, feriado, saquinho de leite escondido no banheiro, boquete...
E o trumpete tocava em minha cabeca, a cada vez que eu atingia o orgasmo, o tejo escorrendo no cobertor que cobria sua
cabeca, luzes ....
Nenhuma.
E a unica animacao no onibus talvez fosse
o balanco de sua cabeca em meu colo.
Fazer amor no onibus, que doidera...
E a minha unica loucura foi ter me envolvido com voce, com seus olhos verdes, seus cabelos vermelhos, seus
inescrupulos, suas longas unhas a marcar minha alma.
Divisa de estados a 5 quilometros...
Espirito Santo a vista, dizia o meu telhado....
E apertamos a campainha demos o sinal, carregamos a muchila, o liquinho, o saquinho de leite com 500 gramas e o peso da barraca nas minhas costas, ja estavamos na praia, qual?
Nao sei...
Meus 20 anos de boy, "that's over by now baby", e o lindo som do mar, a acalmar meus testasteromas....
Sem saber onde estavamos, montamos a barraca, fiz a valeta, toquei minha gaita, com meu calcao azul...
E eu sarado, e ela, melada, louca de prazer, ou desejos, e minha maior preocupacao era manter minha lucidez,
esquecer que seu passa tempo era jogar roleta russa, na esquina, com seus "amigos", que sua loucura era quimica, a minha matematica, a sua o desrespeito a vida, a minha o amor a ela, ao lembrar das curvas que nos
encontraram, sempre relembro que sua vida nao era reta, que voce, sem meta vivia um mundo irreal...
Seu mundo era de conto de fadas, o meu; de ponto e virgula, de esperanca
e paz...
E eu tocava minha gaita, e o sol se punha, eu caboclo mineiro, voce, talvez sem mundo, sua colacao de grau, sua advocacia, sua vida, talvez prestes a um ponto final...
E juntos repartiamos o conteudo do saquinho de leite, o por do sol, a gaita e o que restava do meu calcao azul...
Tejo,
sal,
gaita,
fumo,
barraca,
e o Passat com o farol acesso se aproximando, e ele branco, e eu palido de medo,
voce na barraca, la dentro....
E eles se aproximando...
Motor
ruido,
portas se abrindo,
e os quatro quarda roupas ao meu encontro...
E eu franzino, com a gaita entre punhos dizendo...
"Pare ai malandro ou eu vou lhe dar um teco"...
E eu acho que eles me filmaram antes do outro lado da praia, e meu cromado da gaita nao assustava ninguem, e eles se aproximavam, e o mundo seguia seu rumo, mas so que, em camara lenta, Eu o alvo, eles os bandidos, e voce dentro....
Um caminhao que havia parado a pouco, tocava no seu "tape deck",
"Misturando a minha maluques
controlando a minha lucidez
eu vou ficar
ficar com certeza
maluco beleza"...
E a um passo do paraiso, (pois eh)
dizem os muculmanos, que nesse momento encontraremos 200 virgens
no reino do ceu, eu ja quaze batendo no portao da felicidade escutei voce...
Para ai mermao, que que ta rolando?
Vaza, vaza, sai fora maluco, ou eu te fecho sem nem mesmo rezar o Pai nosso...
Eu espantado ofegando fundo, beliscava me, atento ao seu proximo movimento. ao aperto dos olhos, antes de precionar o gatilho...
Gracas a Deus ...
E ao seu .38, cromado, cheio de balinhas para alegrar a mocada...
Pensando bem, ela devia ter queimado os filhos da grande puta, enfiado balas,
palitos em suas fantasias de bandidos,
e eu agora todo poderoso, queria enfiar entao
o cano no cu dos chegados, faze-los gritar "ai que Kibom Kibom Kibom
tra la la Kibom Kibom", como que palito no cu dos outros fosse refresco.
E nesse momento eu fiquei feliz, gostei e entendi sua roleta russa, e entendi que no mundo, existe o bem e o mal...
E eu achei mais uma vez que a vida era bela....
Fudida, mais; bela..
My intrigue for New York's fencing habits. I'm very excited about how this photo transitions as far as depth of field is concerned.
Now, I'm just quoting from un upcoming blog post, but…
I don't know if it's just the sun, but Philly seems so much warmer than New York, and I'm not talking about heat. It feels so inviting. I enjoyed New York very thoroughly, but New York as a place to make a residence? Not for me. NYC fences everything. It's a small detail, but it's biting. The playgrounds, the parks, the grass, the courts… everything feels uncomfortably controlled. Man *conquered* New York, mastered New York, even. And I guess it turns out I'm not so in tune with controlling our environments to that degree.
Taken at the end of November last year when we were lucky enough to have about 100 Bohemian Waxwings feeding in a residential Norwich street.
They were a bit more skittish than Waxwings I have encountered before - decending en masse from the overlooking trees for no longer than 30 seconds at a time of frenzied feeding before returning to safety.
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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
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Canada
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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.
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...
The red light used to aid night vision reminds me of the darkroom days. This is indeed an interior of a submarine in service 1944-1969. She is part of The Independence Seaport Museum in Philidelphia.