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“The best way ah knew tae strike a chord without compromising too much tae the sickening hypocrisy, perversely peddled as decency, which fills the room, is tae stick tae the clichés.”
― Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting
another week has flown by waiting for the "weekend post" )
..So ... ''Forest hunters Wasiap, Yangim, and a third, whose name I did not know, accompanied us to a kampong on the border of their ancestral territory on the evening of Christmas Eve. At dusk, they did not return to the forest and stayed overnight at our place. " www.flickr.com/photos/zoombablog/53714364781/in/dateposted/
In the mist of the approaching Christmas morning, at the edge of the rainforest, a man whose name I did not know was shielding me with his bare chest from an aimed arrow.
Literally, not figuratively.
He defended me with his bare belly, if you want to reduce the degree of pathos in this story. As he had nothing on except a stalk of rattan around his waist and a tuft of bird-of-paradise feathers on the back of his head. There was also half a some-nut shell, which gave him an acceptable level of decency in the surrounding society, but it was unlikely to protect him from the sharp bamboo arrowhead aimed at my chest.
Everything happened so suddenly that it took me a while to realize and piece together the small details..
At that moment I saw only one thing clearly:
- a dressed, civilized man pointed at me an arrow at me from the bushes. The man who saved my life was wild and naked.
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135mm Fujicolor Reala 100 expired and broken of microbes
Nikon FM2 camera which got to know the taste of water
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some more photos from the island of Papua New Guinea in the album here : www.flickr.com/photos/zoombablog/albums/72177720296962443
Umeda Sky Building, Osaka, Japan
Having spend 20 minutes outside the building taking pictures I never really paid attention as to how you actually get in the building let alone ascend it. We eventually found the entrance and ticket office in the east tower which for some illogical reason redirects you over a raised walkway to the west tower for the lift. And here lies the start of our strained morning.
Mrs R has no problem with flying, she's happily flown around the world, been in helicopters and seaplanes, but high buildings with observation decks, glass floors; cable cars; mountain paths, and the crème de la crème - external elevators are not her forte, not to say I don't have fears of my own... bungee jumping (which she fancies doing), sky-diving (which she fancies doing)... "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" springs to mind!
The queue wasn't very long at the lift so we all comfortably made it inside. Nothing untoward, standard box lift, cables on the rear wall, doors closed and off we went. The first three floors in darkness then all of a sudden daylight! The tall structure running the length of the west tower, which I had mistaken for architectural whimsy was in fact the external lift... Mrs R most unhappy (stage1).
A minute's ride to the top with one of us looking outside at the passing floors and the other staring deeply at her feet and we were back inside the tower - "thank god for that, not sure I can do that again!"
"Arrh" I said "we're not quite at the top yet"
"What do you mean?"
"We have to take the escalator to reach the top and the observation deck"
"What escalator???"
"The one that crosses back to the east tower"
I can't actually write what was said next, but stage 2 had well and truly been reached... but you get the picture.
A second lift full of visitors had ventured up the escalator long before I managed to coax Mrs R onto the first step of the mechanical stairway and so began our journey to heaven or hell, depending on your point of view.
What could possibly go wrong... we were only about 150m up with a few girders, struts and ties holding us up in fresh air not to mention the glass tube encapsulating it all. However, "Galloping Gertie" did cross my mind all the same.
Anyway enough about Mrs R... lets discuss the image, it's a minor miracle that this has turned out relatively sharp due to the gibbering wreck clinging to my backpack and inducing camera shake throughout the whole of the ride (she didn't even have the decency to bring the tripod). Once at the top I knew looking out of the observation deck windows at close quarters would be a bridge too far and the rooftop walkway a non-starter (stages 3 and 4).
Besides, we still had to negotiate the return journey down the other escalator and that looked far worse than the upward ride. I had visions of having to leave her there, marooned on the inner observation deck like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, trapped and unable to leave.
To be continued...
Photo theft is not tolerated! Be warned!
Disturbing reports by Flickr friends and found on discussion threads...some internet users do not have the decency to ask permission before downloading, copying, blogging and otherwise using photos and videos of others. Well, beware! This photo thief was caught, and has been pinched between the window and frame for weeks on end, losing weight like Pooh.
This one's also for Chameleon2006 www.flickr.com/photos/49003690@N00/3023967737/
whom I applaud for finding the courage to not quit Flickr.
Photo theft peeves me just as much as impostors, for example the shocking story of MarjoleinK about Fluf : www.flickr.com/photos/marjolein1979/3005492405/ Marjolein, I applaud you for finding the courage to continue on Flickr also.
Flickr is fun because you're here!
What could anyone ever gain from such deception? It is a crime just like theft. Perhaps mental illness is the only rational explanation.
One of my groups has a discussion thread for reporting theft: www.flickr.com/groups/de_doka/discuss/72157606942863457/; and it is a hot topic on Flickr Central: www.flickr.com/search/groups/?w=34427469792@N01&q=theft
Tips: Don't upload high resolution images on the internet; also place a watermark or label on your photos before you upload them. Please be careful about the personal information you post, including when you are on vacation. Anyone can gather a lot, too much about you...don't get paranoid, just be careful and have fun!
🙏 My Sedona Red Rock Goodby to John McCain, a True American Hero 🎶👏🎶 His loss is hard to bear for all lovers of honor, integrity, friendship, and decency😱😱
"Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had
cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon
and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.”~Barbara Jordan
Ok so I just wanted to Clear something up.....Apparently people are thinking I Copied
THIS Photo.........i can guarentee everyone that I had NEVER seen that photo before and I did NOT copy it....AND if a photo does inspire me or If I did copy other people's ideas I would have the decency to give them credit, unlike other people.....
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© ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED That means you can't use this in any way, shape or form w/o my permission!
“How much? I only asked for two pints. I didn’t order a meal as well!”
Well of course I didn’t actually say that – although perhaps I really should have done. I know we have an internationally sized bucket load of inflation right now, but the price I’d been asked to pay for two run of the mill pints of lager really was beyond the pale ale. If I’m ever in London (which I try not to be because I prefer to be surrounded by quiet green things rather than noisy concrete ones), then I accept the fact that I’m about to be subjected to a certain amount of open wallet surgery, but five miles from home is a bit galling. Not long ago we’d baulked at paying not much less than this for our drinks in a rather more upmarket establishment at Marazion, but at least the ambience and the service there had been rather more agreeable. Lee promptly shared the news of this latest affront to human decency with his mates back at his old stomping ground in the West Midlands, who in turn responded with a series of disgruntled electronic expletives. He told me his cousin is currently paying less than half the amount I’d just parted with for his chosen tipple. We really ought to have known better and headed away from the beach to Wetherspoons.
We were at a very well known public house in one of the most popular resorts in Cornwall; yes, the one that everyone seems to enjoy visiting when they’re on the beach, and here my descent into gloom continued further still. I’d already allowed myself a quiet groan when the location had been picked. I was worried that despite the fact we were in early May I still hadn’t managed to get to the bluebells and time was running out. But Lee likes it here, and sees something that eludes me completely, producing a regular stream of very impressive images of people strolling at the water’s edge. He goes there quite often, knows where to park without paying and usually returns with a picture that tells a story. For my part, I struggle here, but I shrugged and went along with it. In fact, in the eight years since this hobby took over so much of my spare time, I’d only been here with photography on my mind three times before, and on two of those occasions the camera never even made it out of the bag. Courtesy of some kite surfers on a lovely summer evening the third occasion was actually rather successful, although two years later the raw files remain untouched, overlooked in favour of visits to other locations where I’m happier.
We’d started on the cliffs, where Lee had discovered his current favourite parking spot. I stared blankly at the beach below us as my accomplice settled down to work. Even on a Tuesday afternoon the place was full of people, littering the sand with a million messy footprints. Right in front of me I noted the perfect tufts of sea thrift, reminding me that I really needed to get my skates on before they too started to wane as summer indolence gets ever nearer. But with nothing to link them to the bigger scene beyond I didn’t even try; simply noting that I needed to be at a place where I could attempt to photograph them successfully soon. Far below in the water a seal was wrestling with an enormous skate (not the wheeled variety) that it had caught for tea, but I was too slow to reach for the big lens to catch the best of the action.
We headed down to the beach to join the masses, where I continued my appointment with confusion. We wandered to the far end of the sands in the afternoon bright light, and then we turned back towards that certain establishment where everyone seems bent on quenching their thirst. They might at least use some of those profits to clean the latrines more thoroughly. With nothing of note on the SD card and an hour before the light would begin to change we repaired to the bar and succumbed to the eye watering prices, before heading outside to an empty bench to discuss football, photography and middle aged men’s ailments – our three favourite topics. Add the forthcoming Iceland adventure to the mix, and that hour soon passed, along with the incoming tide that helped to cull the vast numbers of bystanders who would no doubt otherwise get in the way of any images I might attempt before giving up and going home.
I had at least got a possible composition in mind. The light was still too bright and a dog stood in the middle of the frame for at least 30 seconds to create a ghost that needed to be removed, but with the very big stopper on the front of the lens, this was the result. The Ukrainian flag flew solemnly from the summit of Chapel Rock, which seems so much smaller than it did when I used to climb it on visits to my grandparents here as a child. It was at least some sort of result to mark the occasion.
Maybe I should go back through those images from two years ago. It was the only time I really enjoyed my visit here, and I think there might be a picture somewhere in there if I can just commit myself to sit down and wade through the endless raft of raw files. But it was late June, a Sunday evening with work the following day; probably the reason they were saved to be worked on later and then never quite made it to the top of the pile. Perhaps there’s a bit of redemption in there somewhere.
It's Election Eve in America and I think the entire nation feels like they've been in a boxing match. Like this young boxer, I think most people just want the fight to be over. I noticed his headgear had the stars and stripes on it and I couldn't help but wonder what that means to him and what it means to many people across our country. I feel like our nation is coming apart at the seams and that hatred, bitterness, and anger have been unleashed like a roaring lion.
The trainer spent his time in the corner instructing the boxer to be smart. To be smart, he has to remember the facts he has been taught -- how to move, how to punch, know the angles. In the context of our national election it is clear that facts went down the drain. Instead it is going to be an ugly fight to the end. And imagine a boxing match where both boxers walk to the center of the ring for the announcement of the winner, and when the winner's hand is raised, the other boxer screams out "it's rigged, it's all rigged -- I am the winner".
America is rapidly approaching the day when decorum, decency, and rules will no longer exist. When that happens and chaos spreads like a cancer, trying to reverse the course may be nearly impossible. This could be the last round of the fight. Will there be a winner?
" Among men who are easily broken and can quickly lose faith in a harsh world, he insisted on not letting his good heart succumb to such influences. This impressed her, winning her heart and soul in a way that no one else could.. 💞"
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. . Zeboran . .
He, a swirl of charisma and sarcasm, danced through life with unwavering good-heart. No matter the slings and arrows flung by a cruel mistress, his core of goodness held firm. Even amidst her worst, he refused to dim his light, choosing grace over malice.
This silent strength, this refusal to let bad beget bad, stunned her. He was a lighthouse in a storm, her admiration growing with each unwavering flicker of his soul. In a world where darkness swallowed easily, he shone, a testament to the unyielding beauty of an unbroken heart.
He created a story about two souls with extremely different personas, made possible for her. Love blossomed, not for the man, but for the resilience that made him a beacon in the night.. 💕
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. . A Love Note from His Miss . .
"Ah, this charming devil—a heartthrob with a twinkle and a swagger that could melt glaciers, yet beneath it all, a core of goodness so solid it'd shame a diamond. In a world where beliefs crumble and promises vanish, he stands tall, a monument to unshakable decency.
A smooth talker and heartbreaker, yet beneath banter and bedroom eyes lies a steel core of honor and unbroken goodness.
Life throws punches like a drunken boxer, but he dodges with quick wit and a devilish grin. He takes his lumps, yeah, but they just fuel the fire. He laughs in the face of darkness, throws back sarcasm like confetti, and keeps that good heart of his burning bright, even when she tries to drown it in her tears.
His unwavering decency and refusal to let her bitterness tarnish his soul are like watching a phoenix rise from the ashes of every betrayal. He's a lighthouse in a storm, a melody in the chaos, a whisper of hope in her cynical symphony.
She falls for him, hard. Not just for the dazzling surface, but the unyielding man underneath. Proof that in the coldest night, a single ember can set the whole damn world on fire.
There you have him: a rogue with a heart of gold, a bad boy with a soul shining brighter than stars. A love story in tequila shots and whispered promises—a testament to the enduring power of a good man in a wicked world.. 💕"
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Catching up on some back shots from the beginning of the year
On a walk around the Addington Cemetery with a wonderful Flickr friend. February 13, 2016 Christchurch New Zealand.
There is so much damaged in the cemetery because of the earthquake we have had. It is such a pity as I don' think it will ever be fully repaired.
The Addington Cemetery was established in 1858 when the Scottish Presbyterians of St Andrew’s Church purchased land for a cemetery in Selwyn Street. Although not the first cemetery in Christchurch, Addington was in fact the first “public” cemetery, “being open to all persons of any religious community” and allowing the performance of any religious service “not contrary to public decency”.
The first burial took place on the 10th of November 1858. The cemetery has several persons of note buried within its grounds including activist Kate Sheppard, Christchurch Mayor Tommy Taylor and members of the pioneer family, the Deans.
For More Info:http://my.christchurchcitylibraries.com/addington-cemetery/
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Maybe you have crossed my path
To live inside of me
Or maybe you're the reason
Why i'm losing all my decency
Limp Bizkit - "The One"
RNLI - Royal National Lifeboat Institution.
Kilcobben Cove, Landewednack, The Lizard, Cornwall.
A flag that represents humanitarian compassion and decency !
sarn.firetrench.com/2012/01/rnli-the-lizard-cornwall-uk/
Filthy Russians Go Home ! Slava Ukraini !
Eric Gill's sculpture on Broadcasting House, London.
The boy Ariel is naked (obviously), and the story goes that there were complaints about the size of his penis - so John Reith, then Director-General of the BBC, ordered Gill to amend it.
It was said that "maidens are said to blush and youths to pass disparaging remarks regarding the statues of Prospero and Ariel".
In the Evening News of 23 March 1933, St Pancras's Conservative MP, Sir George Gibson Mitcheson, who lived opposite the BBC, suggested to Parliament that the figures of Prospero and Ariel were "objectionable to public morals and decency".
The seven-year itch is a popular belief, that happiness in a marriage or long-term romantic relationship declines after around seven years.
The phrase was used in the title of the play The Seven Year Itch by George Axelrod, and gained popularity following the 1955 film adaptation starring Marilyn Monroe and Tom Ewell.
The notion of a husband cheating on his wife was considered a completely unacceptable action onscreen during the 1950’s. It was a time when the censors had a field day deciding what they believed was morally accepted. That is why The Seven Year Itch (1955) succeeded and failed at the same time as a film. It failed because Director Billy Wilder was hamstrung by film censor rules and a moral code of decency. Wilder always personally felt that his vision for the film was unjustly compromised. But it succeeded because the forced changes allowed it to play out as a wonderful comedy/fantasy film, teasing the audience about infidelity without actually going too far unlike the stage play it was based on, which actually showed the husband cheating on his wife. For Wilder, who was known for pushing the envelope, by showing themes no one else would dare do, it was a compromise that he eventually accepted and surprisingly for him payed dividends.
The scene in the film, where Marilyn stood over a subway grate and her white dress blew up in the air by a train passing underneath made cinematic history.
We're here visiting historical finger people
Marilyn Monroe
[rant]
I /really/ hate images with giant moons have been Photoshopped into the sky. It's fake. It's tasteless. It trivializes an actual challenge in photography. And most of the time it's not even done well. If the dark side of the moon is darker than the sky, you evidently don't realize that the moon is located outside Earth's atmosphere. The moon is lit by the Sun, so the lit side of the moon should be facing the Sun. A full moon will never be located *in* the sunset. And if you insist on Photoshopping the moon into places where it doesn't belong or enlarging it, at least have the decency to not lie about it. Evidently it has become enough of a problem that someone else set up a twitter feed dedicated to shaming fake moon images.
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Now that that is out of the way, on a happier note, I've had this photo idea in mind for a long time. I wanted to shoot it last summer, but couldn't get up Mauna Kea on a night with the moon in the right position. My idea was to set up a telephoto a mile or so away from Keck and timelapse the full moon rising as the last light of sunset fades on the domes. However, calculating exactly where to stand was rather difficult--any small error would result in the moon utterly missing Keck.
Toward that end, I decided to set up four cameras. I used three cameras to film timelapse and dedicated the fourth to opportunistic still images. The total weight of the four cameras and associated telephoto lenses and tripods was 60 lbs (25 kg), which I ended up backpacking a substantial distance across the 13,000-ft-high lava fields. I spaced out the three timelapse cameras across 200 ft (60 m) in hopes that at least one camera would get the proper alignment.
Surprisingly, the moon rose exactly where I expected it to, and within a few seconds of my predicted time. The extra timelapse cameras weren't necessary. This image of the full moon transiting the Keck 1 dome was captured by my Rebel + 70-300mm at 300mm and then cropped a bit. This is processed from a single raw frame--no HDR or compositing is involved. I adjusted the shadows and highlights a bit, but the dynamic range of the Rebel is best described as "abysmal," so I couldn't process it heavily even if I wanted.
People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
So were different colours
And were different creeds
And different people
Have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I've never even met you
So what could I have done
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
Help me understand
Help me understand
Now you're punching
And you're kicking
And you're shouting at me
And I'm relying on your common decency
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist (head to your fists)
I can't understand what makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
People are people
So why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
I can't understand (people are people)
What makes a man (why should it be)
Hate another man
Help me understand...
HWW! Taken yesterday evening through my condo’s window.
"When we changed the clocks 18 days ago, I really didn't expect we’d go from Standard Time to The Twilight Zone."
Stay healthy, my global friend
VELITAS DE PARAFINA CON AROMA DE FLORES. / SMALL CANDLES OF PARAFFIN WITH SCENT OF FLOWERS.
Alguien intentó reemplazar la autoría de esta fotografía. Es desagradable. Descubrí la pifia y decidí firmar mi toma, aunque no me gusta firmar ninguna foto. La fotografía es distinta de la pintura... es como intentar firmar la naturaleza. De cualquier forma, si una foto está en internet, es casi imposible evitar el hurto, aún con marca de agua. Lo lamento, pero acaso empiece a firmar el resto de mis fotos, aunque sea para ponerla más difícil a los piratas de fotos. Si mi foto te gusta, úsala, para eso está, pero no lucres con ella y al menos ten la decencia de respetar la autoría.
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Somebody tried to steal the responsibility of this picture of mine. It's quite unpleasant. I discovered the miscue and decided to sign my photos although I don't like to sign any catch. Photography is different from Painting... it's like trying to sign the nature. I don´t deceive myself, I know if a picture is up in internet it's almost impossible to avoid the theft, even with a water mark. I regret it, but I may begin to sign the rest of my pictures, maybe just to put on them more difficult to the pirates of pictures. If you like my picture, use it, for that it is, but don't enrich with it and at least have the decency of respecting the responsibility.
These are my photos, not yours, although you can enjoy of them like I do with the rest of great photos here, at flickr!
There are still a few Migrant Hawkers on the wing, although I took this one a while back. I still find flying Dragonflies a challenge but at least some have the decency to hover I one spot giving you a sporting chance to focus.
The Tory Party in the UK is reinventing itself. It will outperform the populists and outfarage Mr. Farage. Nobody will beat it when it comes to hating the EU. The golden times of the past will be back and the world will be in the order it used to be - pinkish! Never forget Waterloo and D-Day! And even mentioning the word "British" will make the world tremble. By Jove, we shall never be slaves! Jingo, Jingo, Jingo! And, I forgot to say, farewell Common Sense and decency. We have better things to do now. Can I polish your shoes, Mr. Trump?
There's this law about 'Disturbing the peace of the dead'. The idea is to treat dead people with respect and decency - no desecration or abuse of corpses, no destruction of graves or tombstones.
It's a great idea, the sad thing is: the dead are only protected for a limited time, usually 25 or 30 years (depending on the soil and the time a body needs to decompose). Then the graves are being demolished, and there's nothing you can do about it in most cases.
Now I understand the necessity of making space for new deaths - but isn't it scary that both grief and memory are only allowed to last a certain amount of time? After that period the deceased ones (or what is left of them) are literally removed from the cemetery.
Maybe 25 to 30 years is an appropriate period of time for a grave to exist, but still, is there no better place for a garbage dump of this kind than right next to the cemetery?
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Gracias a ]equilibrium[ por la tremenda canción...
I wanted to take a couple of days to distance myself from what happened before posting about it, so that I may speak from a place of reflection instead of emotion. Those who know me know that I am not a particularly political person. I see merits and flaws to both major parties. This post is not an attack on conservative/republican values, nor is it an attack on those who voted for the current administration. I understand and appreciate that everyone has deeply personal reasons for voting the way they do, and not everyone thinks alike. That said, I would like to speak from personal experience about some concerning things that are happening at the behest of two billionaires.
I lost my job on Friday. I was a high level biologist with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service 10 days from completing my probationary period. I left a very stable job that I absolutely loved last February because I thought that I could better serve my nation and the natural resources that I hold so dear through employment with the federal government. In my position I did not stand in the way of development and progress. I worked hard to ensure that our nation could continue to prosper, and so that some of our most imperiled species would have a place in its future. For a month before being terminated I was demonized, vilified, and subjected to psychological torture. I was referred to as a "blood sucking parasite" and a member of the "unelected bureaucracy" that "has more power than the other branches". I was sent a multitude of e-mails from upper administration with condescending, ominous tones. I watched the news as speculation abound, and those those in power spoke of "transparency", none was afforded to us. After a litany of memos and e-mails, many speaking to or of probationary employees, I endured many sleepless nights, and constant stress or worry that I would lose my job, and my benefits. As the sole breadwinner of a family with a small child, this terrified me.
Then, on Friday I was invited to a call with all probationary employees. I was informed that I would be terminated at the end of the day and would lose access to our systems shortly thereafter. I had a performance review of "exceeds expectations" and won a performance award last year. I had a huge workload including numerous in flight projects, and was simply cutoff without any opportunity to transition these. In doing so, both my colleagues at the Service, other federal agencies I was working with, and private industries I was working with will experience setbacks. Fortunately I did not have to move cross country or endure any other major life change for this position, and therefore have it much better than many others who left everything behind. Some were living in government housing which they had to vacate within a matter of days.
I would like to remind everyone that we are Americans, just the same as anyone else. I would also like to say that it's ok to support a political party and still demand answers and accountability when they do something wrong. The desire to make the government less expensive and more efficient is understandable, but in my opinion the lack of decency with which we were treated is not in line with the moral code that I know many conservatives follow. I implore everyone to consider that, if they can do this to thousands of probationary employees, many of which voted for the current administration, and continue to terrorize millions of other Americans in the federal work force, it's not a stretch to think that your own families can be impacted in some way. Please pay attention to what's happening and seek factual, unbiased accounts of it.
This image is of a Lousiana pine snake (Pituophis ruthveni), one of the species I was working with. It is largely considered to be one of, if not the rarest snake in the country. I was working with a number of partners to pave the way for reintroductions of this species into Texas, which I hoped would lead to the species' recovery and eventual removal from the list of federally threatened and endangered species. I will continue to support conservation in any way that I can. Thanks everyone for your time this morning, and I wish you all the best.
Gracias a ]equilibrium[ por dejarme utilizar una de sus fotografías para crear esta edición, milesker!!!
* No soy tan vanidoso como para pensar que mi trabajo merece el esfuerzo de ser robado, pero aún y así:
1- Yo decido subir mis trabajos a esta calidad.
2- Espero que si alguien decide por un casual, utilizar mis trabajos con el fin que sea, al menos tenga la decencia de hacérmelo saber. (Al menos para que pueda echar un vistazo)
3- Si alguien quisiera utilizar una imagen de mayor calidad, no tiene mas que ponerse en contacto conmigo y decírmelo. Sólo pido una cosa, que se me acredite de alguna manera.
4- Yo decido utilizar el flickr para compartir, compartir y disfrutar del trabajo de otra gente. Compartir como medio de luchar contra el consumismo exacerbado y el celo a la propiedad de cada uno.
5- Yo decido respetar tus condiciones, decide tú respetar las mias.
6- Gracias por tomarte un tiempo en pasarte por mi galería.
7- No me invites a grupos, no estoy interesado en ellos, muchas gracias.
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* I am not so vain as to think that my work is worth the effort of being stolen, but even so:
1 - I decided to upload my work to this quality.
2 - I hope that if someone decides to use my work, at least have the decency to let me know. (At least so I can take a look)
3 - If someone want to use a higher quality picture, just contact and tell me. I only ask one thing, credit me somehow.
4 - I decide to use flickr for sharing, sharing and enjoying the work of other people. To share as a means to fight consumerism.
5 - I decided to respect your position, I hope you decide to respect mine.
6 - Thank you for taking time to drop by my gallery.
7 - Do not invite me to groups, I am not interested in them, thank you very much.
Hey all! Remember me? Sorry I haven't Flickr'd lately....
Recently, my wife and I have collaborated in a couple of outings trying something "different" (without breaking any town bylaws of decency).
While my wife directed me, I ran around in various local areas around town with a homemade light stick "painting the town red" or orange as in this case ;)
Holy Cross Church
Camera: Olympus OM-1n
Lens: Zuiko Auto-W 28mm f/ 2.8
Film: Agfa Vista Plus 400
Filter: No filter
Scanned by Minolta Dimage ScanElite 5400 by VueScan
Церковь Воздвижения Честного Креста Господня в Дарне (Крестовоздвиженский храм) — православный храм Истринского благочиния Московской епархии, расположенный в деревне Дарна Истринского района Московской области
The Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross in Darna (Holy Cross Church) is an Orthodox church of the Istra decency of the Moscow Diocese, located in the village of Darna in the Istrinsky district of the Moscow region
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Salome's nightmare, & the final end of sanity, decency & the belief that grandmother, mom, dad, neighbors, strangers, fellow citizens, visitors & children are deserving of lunch.
Another day, another stop...
She's with her antics again - who would ever think of smoking near the gas station??? Well, they don't call her "The Hurricane" for nothing. And you better not say a word... unless there is an urgent need to discover why else they call her The Hurricane.
So, you headed to a party with her friend in the cabins... that was the plan, yeah. Until you met The Kid. You'll never forgive yourself if something happened to that innocent girl, so now you must find her parents.. uhhh, somewhere around. So much for party.
At least you met The Mechanic along the way. That guy is fine - probably the best thing that could happen to your hunk of junk. He insists you must take it to the Grand Race, though. What a weird idea.
The Punk? Probably already with punk friends in his mind or whatever. You have a strong feel he'll ditch you at his destination. At least he had some decency to think where his dog would go. With you, duh. And you're scared of dogs - but, weirdly, not The Dog. She's a good girl and that's all.
And what about you? Barely seen in the background, just thinking what else the next ride will bring. Sometimes it's all about destination, sometimes about all the friends you met along the way... But it's not even about you this time, is it?.. All you need is keep driving, and never stop - one day you'll find the road you strive for.
While I thought what else I can do with my Skyline R30, I suddenly felt inspired by an awesome management RPG/road trip simulator - brought to Steam by only two people who also made Post Void (the game name is in the title). And I couldn't resist to throw a self-insert character here. Sorry.
I did not take these photos. They were on a Facebook post I saw today along with the following narrative. I was so moved by it that I decided to share it here, too.
"I saw these images on @timkennedymma feed. Please, look at each one. Pause, give them your consideration. America’s exceptional armed forces have altered the course of the world for the better. From the Union Army defeating slave owning confederates, to the Greatest Generation and her Allies vanquishing the Nazis or our special operators hunting down the perpetrators of 9/11. We count the names of each fallen solider lest they be countless. They are the good guys. They run to the sound of gunfire. They know pain and suffering we never will. They have given us the most free and decent society planet earth has ever seen. We run the risk of losing that decency when we fail to instill gratitude in the minds of our youth or the perspective of what it actually means to be free- should they never learn of the selfless sacrifice of our armed service members in the face of oppressive evil. So join me in showing support for our fallen. Take a quiet moment to really consider the sacrifice. And if you use the comments section on posts like this to bitch and moan about America please understand there are countries in the world where criticizing your government will get you killed or imprisoned. Criticism is a right and necessity in amending the flawed systems of man. So by all means, let your voice be heard. But never forget your right to free expression is paid for in blood. May God give their souls rest, and may they live in our memories this weekend and always."
No Kings Protest, October 18, 2025 | Denver, CO
"Not paid to be here — I am fighting fascism for free."
"F*ck Tr*mp"
"Radicalized by basic decency."
© Web-Betty: digital heart, analog soul
I was driving around photographing fall colors when I got the election news and saw this rainbow 5 minutes later. Flickr is not a place for politics, but this goes so far beyond that. Decency, compassion, integrity, facts, science, competency, respect, leadership and democracy are returning to America.
This image is copyright, all rights reserved, and not part of the public domain. Any use, linking to, or posting of this image is prohibited without my consent. If you want to use this image in any fashion, please have the common courtesy and decency to ask.
BZ Glenwood Highway, Conboy Wildlife Refuge, Washington
I headed up north last weekend in search of aspen groves in the vicinity of Mount Adams. I was pretty happy with what I found up there and some of the autumn colors were looking really nice. This is the smallest aspen grove I found but it had the best view of the mountain. Sometimes being the smallest one in the area has its advantages.
I know it's not Colorado, but the southern side of the Conboy Wildlife Refuge holds its own.
On Easter morning I came downstairs to this adorable postman with a bag full of LOVE messages and a miniature floral arrangement from our garden! I couldn't wait to create a little scene to honor the occasion! Of course I had Mr. McFeely in mind from Mr. Roger's neighborhood!
If you haven't seen the movie, "A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood," it's quite a surprise format with a very touching message about empathy, kindness and decency . . .
I am a real stickler when it comes to showing appreciation . . . it just makes the giving that much more special . . .
Hope you all have a beautiful day in your neighborhood tomorrow!
I was amazed that this Osprey plucked a nice Sea Bass out of the Burlington Bay just in front of me...
Fine, I'll come clean... After spending a good $5.00 (Canadian) for that bass at Fortino's fish market, I was perturbed that the bird didn't even have the decency to fly towards me but gave me a butt shot when he scooped it up.
On the bright side, that fish did shut up a bunch of mouthy juvies begging for food. Sadly it didn't shut up the tree huggers who were ragging me out for feeding the bird. Hmm, do I care?
You can silence a word, but can't stop a thought
Beliefs and humanity cannot be bought
You can't crown yourself, king of the land
By putting handcuffs on words and a hand
Taking away peoples freedom of choice
By limiting the access to a critical voice
You've lost the argument, you cannot compete
So you ban a debate , in case of defeat
By putting handcuffs on words and a hand
You become the dictator of the land
Where beliefs and decency cannot be bought
You can silence a word, but can't stop a thought
I know I was only supposed to be gone for 2 weeks. During the family reunion, everything was splendid! All attention was on me. I mean, as it should be, am I right? Things just ended up going so well, I decided to extend it for another 2 weeks. I wrote to Vincent and let him know of the extension. Naturally, he assured me it was completely fine and to enjoy myself. Oh, believe me, I certainly did. I got to meet up with some old friends and we, uh... heh... we had fun running around and getting up to our old tricks and shenanigans. Ah, it was spectacular to be back home.
Plus... it'd give Vincent a chance to see what life is like without me. Knowing him, he spent the whole time either holed up in one place or another and being his brooding self. I mean, everyone knows that Vincent only REALLY comes out of his shell when I'm around. Nevermind that annoying Aiden. .....okay, annoying is putting it lightly. I cannot stand the boy. I won't even give him the decency of calling him a man. I've seen how his eyes linger on Vincent a little too long, how he blushes when Vincent notices something he does or takes interest in one of his stupid little toy projects. What's so interesting about those anyways? What purpose do they serve? They're childish playthings. I'm confident that sooner rather than later, Vincent is going to grow weary of his antics and everything will go back to the way it should be...
Especially now that I'm back home! Vincent is nearly ready to go up in the airship for a fun little ride around. We're not returning to work just yet. But I can feel the anticipation winding up in him and myself! Ah, and the masquerade is in 2 weeks! Vincent must attend mandatorily but I'll be there to help ease the burden of society on him. I'll be sure to dress my best to impress... him, of course. When he sees me, he won't be able to take his eyes off of me.
Vincent summoned me today. It wasn't like his usual summons, though... Typically, he asks me to come to his flat, but today he asked me to come to his office. It's a bit of a pain in the arse, but at least I'll get to see him today, remind him of just how much he missed me.......
That's what I felt and thought until I walked into Vincent's office and what do I see? Red. I see red. I swear, I can feel the vein in my temple about to explode and my heart is pounding. Vincent and Aiden... are dancing? And laughing? Did Vincent not miss me at all? Did he even think of me at all?! WHY IS THAT BASTARD TOUCHING MY VINCENT?! .....keep calm. Maintain composure. Smile. Don't let them see how much this bothers me. Pretend. Deep breath. ........one way or another, Aiden needs to go.
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To select another chapter (or start from the beginning!), here's the album link:
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***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (LGBTQ+) series. It is a slow burn and is rated YOUNG ADULT!***
Special thank you to my husband Vin (Be My Mannequin? Pose Store) for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
***EXTRA SPECIAL THANK YOU to Vin for (once again) helping me by literally writing this chapter! Vin also wrote 14. The Captain and The Engineer: Dawning Realizations (Vincent's Perspective) for us as well!
Vin also created the dancing pose for this picture! ♥
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Out now!:
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/SISU-HULL-BREACHER-SWORD/198...
After no releases for a year I'm back with the "HULL BREACHER"
Info:
WARNING: THIS IS NOT SCRIPTED - AND IS INTENDED TO BE A RP PROP \\\
Designed to be a multi-use breaching tool - melting hinges \ cutting through doors \ ship hulls \ other general mayhem that could be wrought with a super heated blade. (I guess on the other hand it has the the decency to cauterize your victim's wounds.)
This comes with:
-HULL BREACHER SWORD (PLAIN)
-HULL BREACHER SWORD (HEATED BLADE) (Animated heat effect)
-HULL BREACHER SHEATH
-ENERGY CELL (BATTERY) CARRIER
-Texture HUD(S) for Plain \ Heated \ Sheath + Carrier.
-Gestures for sheathing \ unsheathing sword
-Full Perm textures for the sword \ sheath \ carrier
Photo taken @ INSILICO
That's the tactic of the current US president as he runs riot, rampaging through our Constitution, laws, agencies, courts, checks and balances, alliances, Congress...
With a fury of executive orders, court cases piling up, court orders given/ignored, things on again/off again, he's unrestrained, throwing spaghetti at the walls to see what sticks, how much he can get away with in flippant disregard for our foundational roots and basic human decency.
Every day something else, hoping to create resistance fatigue and outrage exhaustion....hopelessness.
And his never ending lies, his venom, his stupidity, his fragile ego needing to be adored, requiring loyalty only to himself and revenge if not given.
He's the man who would be king.
In effect, his pathetic pathology, the madness of King Donald.
Hold firm. You're not alone.
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Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.
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Hair:
TRUTH / Cheri
Top:
Fashionnatic - Alina Top
Pants:
Blueberry - Poppy Leggings
Pose:
eTc Poses - Sitting 6
Furniture / Decorations:
- ~BAZAR~Berlin-book table
- ~BAZAR~Berlin-rug
- ~BAZAR~ Berlin-sofa
- The Loft & Aria - Hexa Sofa With A Throw - Grey -Family/PG
- +Half-Deer+ Fairy Curtain - Long
Clive Davis Pre Grammy Party 2009
All images copyright © Matthew Field 2009
p.s. if you are going to ignore my copyright and post my images elsewhere on the internet at least have the decency to credit me and link them back to here, or i'll probably have to stop posting them here or at least start putting big watermarks on them.
Le bain public de Lindau a été construit en 1911. A partir du milieu du XIXième siècle, de nombreux bains ont été construits autour du lac de Constance. Celui de Lindau est l'un des trois bains sur pilotis encore visibles de nos jours. A l'époque pour des raisons de convenance, les bains étaient construits de telle manière qu'aucune vue sur les baigneurs ne soit possible depuis la rive.
The Lindau public bath was built in 1911. From the middle of the nineteenth century, many baths were built around Bodensee. The Lindau bathhouse is one of three building on stilts still visible today. At that time for reasons of decency, the baths were built such that bathers are not visible from the shore.