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* 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.
"Ostrea
Guided by a spiraling growth line,
they float along the bottom:
divers searching for their aphrodisiac,
the high zinc content is to blame.
The days of the flat oyster are over.
Japanese oysters devour drowned villages
in endless patience, a perpetual feast
of salty embrace. But between the soft
body and its culture of hanging out, the
steel snail of decency squeezes itself: every oyster is
obliged to yearn for lemon".
Just something quick I whipped together this morning. It was for my LUGs monthly MOC contest, the theme was "Over the rainbow", and, well this has got a lot of the news cycle this week, so..
I should also say, I don't think this is a place for politics; It's just I believe strongly in decency. And I believe that standing up to bigotry is the responsibility of every decent human being.
So yeah, something quick I knocked together in 15 minutes to help celebrate love.
El corazón de la tormenta
* 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.
____________________________________________ ______________
* 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.
I hadn't been to White Owl Falls for many years before this autumn. That tree trunk left of the falls is the reason why. Fallen from a storm years ago, I found my way down here shortly afterward to find that intact tree occluding the face of the falls, hiding its beauty... but that's not what makes it hidden.
Heading south on North Carolina Highway 281 (Whitewater Road) toward South Carolina, there’s a pulloff on the right that fits perhaps a few cars just past Brewer Road. It’s a short hike from there though not exactly an easy one. The hike gets interesting just beyond the beginning of the guardrail across from the pulloff… there’s no definitive trail from that point. There is a concrete chute, however, that indicates you’re in the right place. Follow that chute down from the road, and be careful, as it can be slippery, and you don’t want to shoot out of the chute! Continue in the same direction paralleling the road, not further down. This seems to confuse a lot of folks, yet the faint trail becomes more evident as you move along it, as does the roar of the falls.
I wore my high Bogs boots on this hike, as I planned to work out every composition I could eke out of White Owl. Fortunately, Thompson River here isn’t quite like the Hudson River, other than the fact it’s wet and it’s a river… I can traipse around the falls in my Bogs without getting my feet wet. It was fascinating to me to be standing amid such beauty while hearing cars whizzing by overhead, with drivers and passengers oblivious to this scene.
The camera got a good workout there and I had other waterfalls to get to in my limited time there in the Blue Ridge. Yet, having packed the camera for the hike out, I just had to sit there and enjoy the reverie of this hidden beauty.
The State Funeral of President George H. W. Bush (41) just ended and the theme of “hidden beauty” throughout it struck me. There are problems here in America, but at times like this, it's evident decency is still the core value of Americans. I teared up along with President George W. Bush (43) as he eulogized his dad… the things he related to his dad spoke volumes about my dad as well, whose funeral I had eulogized a year and a half ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I broke down as well… my heart went out immediately to 43 when he choked up, as that’s not weakness... it’s humanity at its best. The issues he stated of note: “He looked for the goodness in others, and he usually found it.” “He put character before pedigree." And, “Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.” Would it be too much to ask for Christmas that we all embody these things?
Earler in my photostream I invited my friends to ask me any five questions they liked, all them asked me why I like Superman so much.
So..why do I like him so much?
When Chris Claremont wrote the introduction to Superman vs Aliens* he mentioned how en vouge anti-heroes are and how relatively easy it was to write them, Superman, however, was tricky. Decency is hard.
Superman is noble, self sacrificing, wise, even handed, will not kill, will not champion anyone except the weak and endangered.
I love the way all the other heroes of the DCU look up to him and even though he may have his moments of self doubt, he still wins through.
Then there's the iconography, the legend and the pop culture t-shirt cult.
Plus he can see into the chicks locker rooms...
Superman is the greatest, that's why I love him.
*Superman - 1, Aliens - 0. Silly but still quite good!
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After now 3 failed attempts to get a train framed with the tunnel portal, I am going to give it one more try before moving on for the time being. Light is starting to become a major concern as the sun gets lower and lower in the sky. Of course the only EB train through here, L137, doesn't care what I have to say about lighting conditions, but it does give the decency of passing when the sun lights up the tunnel portal fora brief half an hour stretch this time of year. Today that was the objective. The train was right on time, there was a great sun spot on the tracks. Then the thin clouds rolled in. The partially cloudy weather gave me those clouds that still give off some light but not enough to combat 7:30AM ambient lighting+Head on telephoto headlights. Head on was a dud, but this wider view was a lot better considering the conditions.
The history and story of this tunnel has been discussed on previous posts as this small section is very interesting and has a lot of points to note. Might have to dig out some of my WM timetables and such to give a better image of whats going on here. Gonna try to get up here one more time before the end of summer.
CSX L137 Greenstone, PA Jacks Mountain Tunnel
TWENTY RULES FOR A BETTER LIFE
1 * Accept the fact that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue!
2 * Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
3 * Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
4 * Drive carefully... It's not only cars that can be recalled by their Maker.
5 * If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.
6 * If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
7 * It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
8 * Never buy a car you can't push.
9 * Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time, because then you won't have a leg to stand on.
10 * Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
11 * Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
12 * The 2nd mouse gets the cheese.
13 * When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
14* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
16 * Some mistakes are too much fun to make only once.
17 * We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull.
Some have weird names and all are different colours, but they all have to live in the same box.
18 * A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
19 * Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY
20 *Save the earth..... It's the only planet with chocolate!* I THINK !!!!
"Kathryn.....that's my chair."
The redhead smirked as she looked across the desk, the sharp heels of her boots resting on the wood. "Oh...I'm quite aware, Headmistress. Ms. Isaak send me to see you. Something about several dress-code violations. But when I got here....you were out....so I made myself comfortable."
The older woman cocked her hips to one side and placed her hands atop them. "What am I going to do with you? Your wanton disregard for the rules.....and....common decency......"
*****These charts are not to be used or reposted elsewhere without permission and reference back to the source. I am so beyond tired of seeing my stuff ending up in random places and people not having the decency to simply ask before taking something. Please do not repost these on your blogs, twitter, tumblr, instagram, facebook orca pages, etc...****
I also have some Behavior charts that i made for another friend, and i might put those up at somepoint, but if i do, those will be for friends and family only.
All of the individual photos have my copyright on them. The only ones that don't are photos belonging to www.flickr.com/photos/joyousorca/
In the months before going to Iceland the crashed DC-3 at Solheimasandur was added to my shopping list of things and places to see and rated as a 10/10. Immediately before the trip this had dropped to 7/10 in preference to other attractions and the fact that it was at least two miles from the car park over a flat, featureless moonscape that Gary was suggesting we should do at night....in freezing rain, knowing him.....and a gale.
But we arrived there during the day. Having parked the car against a snow drift we went to the start of the walk through a gate put there to stop people driving across to the plane.
By the gate was a sign which blatantly warned us the walk would take 3-4 hours.
"King hell!" was our joint exclamation. had we seriously misjudged the distance on Google Map. Could it be so far? Sure enough we saw a straggly line out across the snowy, frozen landscape. Just when you thought you had seen the most distant, microscopic dots of walkers, dark on the white horizon, you spotted a couple more, impossibly far away.
There was a bus. It was over the horizon. A ship of the glacier, an enormous 8 x 8 drive MAN ex-German army truck. With such power even it had snow chains on it's massive wheels. The sign said it was an expensive ride.
So we walked. And walked. And walked. And when we thought we must be getting near we spotted more walkers even tinier on the horizon.
We did get there after about 45 minutes. Delayed by the need for a pee about half way. Decency dictated that we should find something to prevent outraging other walkers. But where? The landscape is totally flat and utterly barren. There was one large rock thirty yards off the trail. It stuck out like a sore thumb. Yet it was only about three feet long and about nine inches tall and partially snow covered. It seemed silly to pee 'behind' it but we did because it was the right place to do it.
The plane wreck lies where the plateau falls away to the coast, so we arrived to look down on a scene out of the movie "Eaten Alive" of a crashed aircraft in snowy mountains, and some 'survivors' standing around the nose and tail of the aircraft wondering what to do next when they got hungry.
They seemed to linger, reluctant to start the walk back. But they did in a long straggly line back to the other horizon. We didn't. As soon as that big bus lumbered down to us we jumped on it. We didn't give a stuff what it cost for the return journey. As we gleefully waved down at the knackered walkers who looked up as the leviathan swept past them.
Two mile bus journey? How much was it Gary?
This gives a more intimate perspective of White Owl Falls than my previous post. Unlike many waterfalls throughout the Blue Ridge, it’s small, yet delicate and lacey, which works well for a shot like this. The rock ledge is perfectly shaped to spread the water out across the entire face of it and down 16-feet in a myriad of cascades. While not as high or powerful as many in this watershed, it’s every bit as beautiful as any of them. Photography on a rainy day only makes it better.
Here’s the total description from the previous post, well worth the time to read: Hidden Beauty. I hadn't been to White Owl Falls for many years before this autumn. That tree trunk left of the falls is the reason why. Fallen from a storm years ago, I found my way down here shortly afterward to find that intact tree occluding the face of the falls, hiding its beauty... but that's not what makes it hidden.
Heading south on North Carolina Highway 281 (Whitewater Road) toward South Carolina, there’s a pulloff on the right that fits perhaps a few cars just past Brewer Road. It’s a short hike from there though not exactly an easy one. The hike gets interesting just beyond the beginning of the guardrail across from the pulloff… there’s no definitive trail from that point. There is a concrete chute, however, that indicates you’re in the right place. Follow that chute down from the road, and be careful, as it can be slippery, and you don’t want to shoot out of the chute! Continue in the same direction paralleling the road, not further down. This seems to confuse a lot of folks, yet the faint trail becomes more evident as you move along it, as does the roar of the falls.
I wore my high Bogs boots on this hike, as I planned to work out every composition I could eke out of White Owl. Fortunately, Thompson River here isn’t quite like the Hudson River, other than the fact it’s wet and it’s a river… I can traipse around the falls in my Bogs without getting my feet wet. It was fascinating to me to be standing amid such beauty while hearing cars whizzing by overhead, with drivers and passengers oblivious to this scene.
The camera got a good workout there and I had other waterfalls to get to in my limited time there in the Blue Ridge. Yet, having packed the camera for the hike out, I just had to sit there and enjoy the reverie of this hidden beauty.
The State Funeral of President George H. W. Bush (41) just ended and the theme of “hidden beauty” throughout it struck me. There are problems here in America, but at times like this, it's evident decency is still the core value of Americans. I teared up along with President George W. Bush (43) as he eulogized his dad… the things he related to his dad spoke volumes about my dad as well, whose funeral I had eulogized a year and a half ago. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I broke down as well… my heart went out immediately to 43 when he choked up, as that’s not weakness... it’s humanity at its best. The issues he stated of note: “He looked for the goodness in others, and he usually found it.” “He put character before pedigree." And, “Hatred corrodes the container it’s carried in.” Would it be too much to ask for Christmas that we all embody these things?
Holy Cross Church
sobory.ru/article/?object=01850
Camera: Nikon F 80;
Lens: Sigma 24-105mm f/4 DG (OC)* HS I AF;
Film: KODAK_VISION2_500T/5218;
Filter: No filter;
Exposure: as ISO 125;
Scanned: Minolta Dimage Scan Elite 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
Each year, I had this stenciled emblem painted on the curb in front of my house. It's under the mailbox. It needs a good cleaning and retouching.
The itinerant artist who created this each year has not returned this year...
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My husband of almost 34 years, has negotiated his life by a philosophy - no expectations. It works for him - not me!
I am the exact opposite. I am always expecting - although, it has caused me a lifetime of heartaches, trouble, disdain, self-righteous indignation, worry and through the years an attitude of disbelief at how people without regard for their fellow man, haphazardly, without thought, navigate their life causing horrific consequences that reverberate in the hearts of many.
I started writing this a few days before New Years. It was to be a tiding of joy to my Flickr friends, however, that all changed in the wake of the events that led to the callous and pointless death of a Police Officer that never made it back home on New Years Eve. It hits home. Our son is a Police Officer. It grieves us to the very core of our being…
I grew up with the Golden Rule - “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
I feel that I am a minority. I might be wrong. Maybe, I came from another planet and got dropped off here by mistake. I live in expectation. I expect someone to hold the door instead of letting it swing shut in my face. I expect that the people behind the counter should be treated like human beings. I expect that if I let people in with their car that they would give me a nod or a wave of acknowledgement. I expect people not to allow their dog to defecate on my beautiful yard. I expect people to follow the law. I expect that when people go through my school zone they would drop their speed to the safe, legal posting. I expect that when people finish their hamburgers, fries and soft drink that they don’t open the window and spew their litter everywhere. I expect that when I am pushing my shopping cart through the snow covered parking lot at Costco that people would put their brakes on instead of whipping by to get that empty parking stall.
I expect decency. Respect. Kindness.
For quite a few years I worked as a casual employee at a Postal outlet. If you want to witness your fellow, human protoplasm’s worst behaviours, stand by the counter for a few hours. I was renamed every vulgarity you could think of and a few more I’ll bet you don’t even know about! I was threatened - one time with a fellow who said he planted a bomb in his parcel and another from someone that was going to come back with a gun. I was often the only ‘white’ female working amongst many ethnicities. I saw firsthand the atrocities of racial abuse.
In my efforts to keep the corners of my world accountable, I have encountered trouble. When my children were young I championed the school patrol for a time. I helped the young patrols in guiding their peers across the street. There was one instance that was particularly horrific in my endeavours to keep the children safe. In front of no less than fifty witnesses, a mom, blatantly, attempted to run me over and put the children in peril. It took me a long time to process this act of vigilantism. The law was swift in laying charges and restitution.
Another time, I honked ( I know. I know. Count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7… Breathe! ), when some guy in a big truck cut me off in rush hour. The guy returned the honk, threw a huge disposable cup full of pop onto my windshield and made my acquaintance even further by calling me a name that I will never forget.
My son’s vehicle was in the shop that day and I was dropping him off somewhere. I remember vividly, how he sat in the passenger seat shaking his head. He knew his Mama was not one to back down from a confrontation like this. I stopped the vehicle and got out. ( I know. I know. I have learned since not to do that - well, hardly ever…).
Through my indignation, I could hear the voice of reason, as my son, in a calm, but authoritative voice told me to get back into the car. Role reversal! I knew he meant it. He got out of the vehicle - (all 6’7” 250 pounds of him) and introduced himself to the guy in the truck. I watched from the rear-view mirror as the little guy in his big truck, momentarily humbled, slumped down into the seat. They exchanged a few words. My son got back into the car and we drove away in silence.
I can chuckle now recalling the incident, but, I learned that day that as much as my son would have my back he certainly was not going to ride shotgun with his Mama everyday!
I remember another occurrence that happened that left me conflicted. My son was playing on a high school basketball team and during half time he witnessed something in the locker room. I knew the minute he went back onto the court to resume playing that something was wrong. As we drove home after the game he confided in me that he had seen a boy breaking into a locker and he stole someone’s brand new, expensive shoes. I told my son that he had to go to the Coach the next day and let him know what had transpired. He said that wasn’t going to happen. The boy was a gang member. There would be retaliation - after-all, my son, was the only one that had seen the crime.
I was conflicted. It bothered me that this boy was not going to be accountable. What kind of lesson was this going to teach my son? We had another discussion. I was able to reinforce my belief in the concept of reaping and sowing or Karma as some may call it.
I prayed for that kid. I made a promise to my son that I would let it go. That same boy, tragically, a few years later, accelerated his crime sprees to murdering another young boy. I remember my son phoning me on his break. He had been doing a prison transfer and he saw that same boy incarcerated. I think about him often. How did this happen?
Years ago, when I was chauffeuring people around the city I remember retelling something I had heard on the news that morning to one of my passengers. It was a horrific accident - completely preventable. Many people were killed. The fellow responsible for the safety of those people, went to work stoned. I told my passenger that I could not believe that such a senseless act could happen. His remark has haunted me ever since. He said, “You assume conscience.”
I am a mom. I am a sister; a friend; a daughter and a wife. I live my life as best as I can. I am motivated and driven with the intent of doing what is right. I can see consequences before they happen and as a result switch gears, or go down different roads. I am getting better at it - sometimes. I can see how our actions create domino effects.
I recognize though, and sometimes painfully, that I am still under construction - even right now in my senior years. I have much to learn…
Is it wrong to expect?
My husband has navigated and quite successfully through his life without expectations. Maybe I should follow his lead… Maybe I should throw down the gauntlet, so, to speak, and give up in my pursuits of expectations. Maybe they ARE too high. Maybe, this is the year that I should not expect anything - especially after this past, challenging year.
… and then I think HECK NO! As long as I have breathe and the will to live I cannot live without expectations. I will always try to look for the goodness in my fellow human being.
The Serenity Prayer is a prayer written by the American theologian Reinhold Niebuhr. It is commonly quoted as:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.
At a time when we are watching people perish by the hundreds, thousands and hundreds of thousands, it may be wise to take inventory of our own life's. We probably need to revisit, no matter how difficult it may be, our mortality. What does our legacy look like? What will we leave behind? How will our loved ones remember us. How will our neighbours remember us? Will the clerks at our local grocery store remember our faces, and the way in which we dealt with them?
I want to be remembered for my serenity, my courage, my wisdom, But mostly for my expectations because with expectations there is always a chance for HOPE!
May the road ahead bring you serenity, courage, wisdom and
hope - just don’t cut me off!
I can hear Mazzy Star in my ears at the moment. Best viewed Large
Thought it was high time i joined the masses and posted my annual bluebell shot...I do have another one...but not sure it conforms to the very high decency standards that i set myself... Hmmm... not sure i should post it.
Anycheese...
"I would tell you about the things they put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Morality would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise now, my judge and jurors
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see
I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes"...
Depeche Mode / Walking In My Shoes...
Peter took this view of Tyseley in the mid-1964. The image is of a well cared for station in full use with waiting rooms, toilets and a neat intact canopy.
Plenty of mechanical signalling is in operation, the the signal on the far right controlled the approach to the carriage sidings and when it was off it displayed an 'On Car' board.
Class 116 W50077 (right) is working a service to Wolverhampton (Low Level), the unidentified DMU in the centre is bound for Henley-in-Arden.
On the far platform a DMU driver is waiting for a train, his bag is hung on a fire bucket hook which is screwed to the decency screen of the Gents toilet.
The platforms are clear and do not have the flower beds which, today, are well cared for by volunteers. Just behind the lamp is what looks like a sawn off telegraph pole, perhaps the boxes contained a phone to contact Tyseley South Junction Signal Box.
On the Wharfdale road bridge a B.C.T. bus is visible, it would have been a Highgate Road based Daimler CVG working a 36 service from Stechford to Highgate Road via Formans Road, a service I used every school day.
This is a re-scan with a more detailed caption. The original has been deleted.
Peter Shoesmith c1964
Copyright Geoff Dowling & John Whitehouse: All rights reserved
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.
____________________________________________ ______________
* 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.
Those of us who were out on Pan Am yesterday had a choice - either summer midday high sun, or a cloud-fucking. As you can see, I got the latter at Middlesex Street in Lowell. Just a few blocks away, a few other guys got the former at Lowell Tower. The train would continue on to New Hampshire, where it would tie down overnight on the Portsmouth Branch, resuming its homeward journey today.
At least they had the decency to run it on my day off work.
I was quite beside myself with excitement when I saw that there was a Punch & Judy show on the seafront at Llanairfechan at 2.30pm. I've never seen one before and I was the first to sit down on the grass to wait and see it . But I was surprised at the show content, especially when Punch started snogging Judy, in public and in front of the children in a real show of PDA. I mean, have they no decency? They almost looked like they should get a room, carrying on like that where they could be seen by anyone. I know people get caught up with emotions and all that stuff, but really, behave when in public!
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Laurelhurst Park, Portland, Oregon
I loved all the yellow here in this grove of trees. Since I was using my Polarizer to bring out the color, I chose the custom white balance, "Shade", to warm the image and give it that golden autumn glow. I always use a custom white balance while taking a picture, occasionally even a manual white balance, when I'm using a Polarizer or ND filter. For those of you using the auto white balance, just know that having a filter such as a polarizer or ND filter can confuse your digital camera's guess as to what the correct white balance should be. Sometimes this can result in a flatter looking scene, I've seen that happen. You'll always get better results by using a custom or manual white balance, as your camera know longer has to guess what the correct white balance should be.
The Contessa di Cagliostro (Tessa) plays the Devil at chess in an enchanted grove. But did she have a soul to ransom in the first place?
Tessa looks deceptively elegant, doesn't she?
Her hair is Lila by Entwined
Jewellery is all Elephant by Alafolie. Sadly, we think that you'll be pushing the fretiliser cart uphill to get this one. It's old
Glasses are Fox No.3r (for lady, as the box tells us). The incomparable Hays Uriza sent us these for a review which we will get round to lickety split
Dress is Leah black from Flower Dreams.Not only is it fit for a game of chess with the Forces of Evil, it's also cheap! A word of warning. Tessa, the slut that she is, neglected the nipple covers which come with the package which involved us in more than the usual wielding of the clone stamp to restore decency. Mind you it'd've been easier if she'd also removed her SV hard mesh nipples from the outfit. But we quibble
About the sim, we'll only say that it's autumnal which is important in some places right now, and lovely, worthy of the attention of photographers. And we're a tough marker
However
We are bound to point out that this is a no script sim. So don't bother doing anything stupid like using your Lumipro or changing anything on your head HUD.
I mean................
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!
And thank you all my friends for sending all those positive thoughts and prayers. .
This is the power of prayer!!
After an entire day of making phone calls to the ASPCA, every cat rescue in town, putting up Missing posters , walking the neighborhood, calling his name until I was hoarse, and crying myself to sleep for the 3rd straight night, I was jolted out of slumberland by my step-sons voice hollering up the steps "HE's BACK!"
At 10:30 last night, Lance was heading out to the local convenience store, and when he opened the back door, Simon came strolling in like absolutely nothing was amiss!
Saturday night it poured rain all night, and Sunday and yesterday also had several heavy downpours, another reason to be concerned he was out there somewhere.
This cat didn't even have the decency to come back looking wet and tramatized...........he was as dry and clean as can be. He didn't even seem particularly hungry after missing 3 days of dinner.
Where have you been dude?
What were you up to?
I guess the only one that knows the answer to that mystery is Simon. And he's not talking.
I don't need to tell any of you HOW relieved I am.
Again......thank you for all of your notes and suggestions....it's like having a whole village put their heads together to help.
You guys are the best!
Today will be a much happier day at Cat Hill Farm!
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More out than in ... and to think they used to have beach inspectors to measure such things for the sake of civic decency ... that was a long time ago in the late 1950's and things have changed since that time .. my have they changed .
Snapper Rocks
Rainbow Bay
Gold Coast . NSW
Day 203 Year 4 Mmm messy....
I'm trying to get back into scary Halloween mode.
On an unrelated side note, yesterday marked my fourth year on flickr.
Its been an interesting 4 years. A great number of people have come and gone during that time.
To all those that have stayed, been supportive, commented and faved over that time .... I thank you.
Thank you for being truly kind and genuine souls.
You are a rare group of fine individuals with great character and decency.
I am honored and touched by that goodness.
Thank you.
xo
During the time of the coronavirus pandemic and social (physical distancing), early morning became my ecological niche to enjoy life while avoiding contact with other people. Although it would have been most obvious to take pictures of places without people and practice the Japanese art style of absent motifs (留守模様), nothing drew me to anything human.
I preferred nature and particularly trees that became my personal obsession of that time. Whenever looking at these different trees, there always came a quotation from the ancient Chinese Daoist philosophy of Zhuangzi to my mind 是不材之木也，無所可用: “It’s not a timber tree, there's nothing it can be used for” ―― except of course for enjoying it just as it is …
However, I think that there is more behind the tree pictures than Zhuangzi’s typical praise of uselessness. Eventually, I became aware of a state of mind I never thought of as a possibility, but that became appealing: Biedermeier. Although I had never thought of Biedermeier art as anything other than "stuffy" or "boring," I could suddenly understand the concentration on the domestic and the non-political, the longing for stability, security, honesty, modesty, decency, sobriety, a simple elegance. I am also able to empathize with the predilection for everyday life and its details, ist tranquility and coziness. Am I becoming Biedermeier’s best friend?
Finally, I have to ruminate over a quote from a philosopher of the Biedermeier age who died from a pandemic of that time (Cholera):
“History is not the soil in which happiness grows. The periods of happiness in it are the blank pages of history.” (Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel)
{Zeiss Loxia 2/50 Planar on Sony Alpha 6600}
“That’s what it takes to be a hero, a little gem of innocence inside you that makes you want to believe that there still exists a right and wrong, that decency will somehow triumph in the end.”
― Lise Hand
Before going to Dubrovnik I had planned to walk the two miles from the hotel to the bottom of the zigzag path below the cable car and walk up to the top of the 800m hill. But with the heat I found that even a Citroen C3 with wildly vague steering was a better idea up the very narrow track to Srd. All the same I missed sunset due to dinner but found that the prettiest time was after sunset but before full darkness as the old city lights started to come on, illuminating the old walls. But it is only about 25 years since there was a very, very nasty war here, and the old city was pounded by very heavy artillery from up on this hill. The film footage of those times is horrible. In the countryside you still see houses that are pock marked with bullet and shell holes, and on one wander round the back of a vineyard I was shocked to see what I thought was a bleached skull lying amongst stone stones and grass. Thankfully it was not. But knowing a little of the splitting up of Yugoslavia, and the so called "Homeland War" is a vivid reminder of what civilised people in a European country can easily descend into and the evil they can do to each other if democracy and human decency breaks down.
I was lucky enough to watch this stunning Barn owl in decent light on an evening on the Somerset levels recently. it even had the decency to come fairly close.
Haven’t done one of these head shots for ages but I needed a closeup to show you the lovely new stuff from Izzie’s that’ll be available soon at Skin Fair, and the stunning tattoo from Nanika that’s available now at the Crossroads. I was tempted to go topless again but decency prevailed and I put my old Addams bra on!
"The arts bridge cultures;
they're good for the economy,
and they're good for fostering empathy and decency."
~Julie Andrews~
"If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,
if he can live on after he's dead,
then maybe he was a great man."
~ James Dean ~
Crossed another bridge yesterday . . .
actually a few bridges . . .
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I also have some Behavior charts that i made for another friend, and i might put those up at somepoint, but if i do, those will be for friends and family only.
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*****These charts are not to be used or reposted elsewhere without permission and reference back to the source. I am so beyond tired of seeing my stuff ending up in random places and people not having the decency to simply ask before taking something. Please do not repost these on your blogs, twitter, tumblr, instagram, facebook orca pages, etc...****
I also have some Behavior charts that i made for another friend, and i might put those up at somepoint, but if i do, those will be for friends and family only.
All of the individual photos have my copyright on them. The only ones that don't are photos belonging to www.flickr.com/photos/joyousorca/
Please If You Have Any Decency You Will View Large On Black :-)) Or if you are in the new Flickr Beta just click on the photo.
Before I get to my photo, I wanted to thank everyone for their visit to eMCiiCii's tribute to his dad. I checked on how it was doing later in the day, and I was really taken by the fact that so many of the people that are contacts of mine, that I call friends, actually paid a visit and left a comment and or fave!! You all are incredible people, it kind of blew me away, it is a great testament to all of you and your spirits!
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Now about this photo!
One of the outside shots of my journey to more natural surroundings. I took an ungodly amount of shots of this lily field on a lake, but after much soul searching and internal debate, have decided to share this one. I hope it comes across Ok, I fear it is one of those shots that look like a speck of nothing when viewed in the thumbnail version, but looks pretty cool when viewed large (who I am kidding "pretty cool", don't be mistaken I of course love it). Thanks as always for the indulgence. :-)
Things are amiss in Somewhereville and the current mayor and his council are in disfavor due to their policy of excluding extraterrestrials from city benefits. Enter, Chauncy P. Figgleworth who has vowed to restore human and extraterrestrial decency to city policies. He's seen here astride his trusty companion and chauffeur Gladys. Chauncy claims that his gentle hippo offers a humane vision in contrast to the elephants and donkeys that have let us down. I kind of like his catchy slogan: "Why not the Chimp?" Why not indeed? Remember to vote hippo in November.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
Supporting Ukraine is a way of standing up for democratic freedom and fighting a despicable tyrant from Russia who is happy to kill men, women and children in both countries so he can benefit his rich friends and tear the world apart. In 1989 Ukraine signed a treaty with the USA to give up their nuclear weapons in return for guarantees of protection form the US and Europe. Please support this brave and courageous nation. Other good ways are to buy a bumper sticker like this to show support or donate to CARE, Unicef, or Doctors Without Borders. Blessings
In July of 2013, IC #3115 works the south end of Markham underneath the now-gone signal installations from the '90s.
#3115 was one of forty GP40s rebuilt at the old Paducah shops, then owned by VMV, in the late '80s. In 2014, the engine received the classic CN reflector tape, and CN even had the decency to fix up the conductor-side door and logo.
It's strange, he runs with the ones he can't keep up with
It's so strange, slows down, so desperate to stop him
Meet him in the middle, they both run from the one who hunts them.
They drop to the forest floor, frozen,
They drop to the forest floor, frozen
He loves him, but he loves his life alone as well
But does he know the road or the reasons why
Well, if he leaves him
He'd be losing the chance to stay alive
Well, the candle burns bright
Then the candle dies
Burning from the middle
Like a candle
after Stevie Nicks, Moonlight
(sorry, Stevie)
With as much conceptual photography I've been thinking about recently, it's good for me to come back to the basics every one in a while. I really do appreciate the simple images. I have a weak spot for it.
Today I was thinking about people. There are just so many of us. There are too many people to actually know even a small percentage of them, but there even are too many people that just live around me that I can't even begin to know all of them. But I walk by people every day, people from all kinds of different backgrounds and holding all kinds of stories on their backs, yet I never stop to ask anything, or even more look them in the eye. I was taught from a young age not to talk to strangers. Now as an adult, I hold that habit, and at times use it as justification to not stop, to not talk, to not greet another human. It's sickening when I think about it and I just wish I would, that I had the courage and strength to actually talk to people that I do not know, or to just have the decency to look others in the eye.
I don't have any other explanation for this photo other than this,
"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?" - Walt Whitman
There were a few days of beautiful sunrises and sunsets around Christmas 2023. After the otherwise gray and cloudy December, it was important to take advantage of it. In addition, the water level, which is unusually high for winter, allows completely new perspectives.
The Aeschacher Bad in the Lindau district of Aeschach was built in 1911 on over 200 wooden piles. Back then, custom and decency dictated that bathing life was not allowed to be seen from the shore. In 1977, the outdated bathhouse was threatened with demolition. An association was founded to save the building.
This was a most bizarre find on the sidewalk of the Tenderloin. Very personal and confessional. It reads:
I started my period today. That was such a feeling of disappointment. You are so super special. I promise to treat you with all the respect, decency, love that you deserve.
P.S. You're the best lover I've ever had. It's hard for me sometimes with sex.I know you've noticed. It's a personal problem but you are helping me.....
I love your smile.
A young Japanese Macaque (Macaca fuscata) rests on a log after climbing out of the warm waters of the onsen that draws hundreds of monkeys and tourists alike, Jigokudani Monkey Park, Nagano Prefecture, Japan.
For some time prior to visiting I wondered how the monkeys did not catch hypothermia after emerging from the hot springs, as I speculated that their wet fur must inevitably become a chill, clinging blanket in the cold winter air before it could dry. As if to answer my question, this young one climbed out of the water after swimming around for awhile and made it all seem so very trivial. It simply shook vigorously for no more than 5-10 seconds, much as dogs are wont to do, and the result was what you see here: nearly dry and with a shocking resemblance to Billy Idol.
As we watched them swim, play, heckle each other, and gambol about, the scene did raise other questions. Even though the cold creek was nearby, I noticed that many of the macaques came to the onsen to drink rather than take water from the faster-moving stream. I also noticed several turds float through the same warm water quite near to where the monkeys were actively drinking. I had wondered whether the monkeys had the common decency not to crap in the hot tub, and apparently they do not. I now wonder whether the onsen are a point source for macaque coliform diseases, whether susceptible individuals simply don't survive very long, or whether the primate diet and immune systems are such that a few coliform bacteria here and there can be blithely ignored. I do know that if the Oregon Trail is anything to go by, human beings would likely contract cholera and dysentery in record time by engaging in such practices.