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The two images were done with the Fuji X-E3 and the Helios 44M-7. Here, artificial light has been used and the lens is on F8. The flower's reproductive organs are almost jumping into your face and the analogy with pornography might come to mind. The other image has more 'decency' as it were (to continue the anthropomorphic perspective). A botanist would be interested in this kind of nakedness - just like the surgeon in the naked and therefore fully accessible human body. The way we look at things and persons, our gaze, does matter.
confounded by being unable to make any sense of anything he's heard the sociopathic individual purporting to be president of the United States say today. "Ozzy" is embarrassed by the president's lack of comprehension of what is meant by the sovereignty of nations, protocols of diplomacy, respect for human rights, and understanding of the history and culture of his own country, let alone the countries of others. "Ozzy" is sorry this president lacks any qualities of human compassion and decency. Photo by Frank.
„This is Corellia Local Holo Net News. Today armed terrorists attacked a prisoners transport at Corellia central space port. The attackers claimed to be part of the Rebel Alliance and managed to momentarily free five of the prisoners. According to witnesses, they called our beloved Emperor a liar and a criminal. Other insults uttered by the terrorists will not be cited at this point, for reasons of decency. Imperial forces responded quickly to the attack and locked down the space port before the dissidents could flee. The incident caused casualties on both sides. Two of the attackers surrendered, the remaining four, as well as the prisoners, were eliminated by Imperial forces. Three Imperial operatives were injured, but could be treated on site by Imperial forces medical personnel. They are now being transferred to the Imperial Med Center. Governor Solem thanked the soldiers for their bravery. Shocked by the incident, he promised to reinforce space port security to end this ongoing series of terrorist attacks. Next week he will present a list of actions to be taken. This was Jenna Mizu for Corellia Local Holonet News.“
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A little Star Wars vignette, while I finish editing the new part of Uncertain Ways. Inspired by Solo a bit. By the way, I feel like I am finally back in form for building and having a lot of fun.
I gave myself a little project the last time out. I wanted to capture a bird surrounded by the amazing early spring blooms. My idea was for a bird perched on a branch with flowers all around it. The birds apparently did not get the memo, because they refused to land anywhere near a flowering tree. This bluebird at least had the decency to land on a branch with the flowers well behind it, making for a colorful backdrop. Not what I was hoping for, but those are the breaks of nature photography.
They called him The Chef. He lead us all through the apocalypse. For many years we all looked to him when the times were tough. We rebuilt society, fought off those that would take what we created, turned the Washington monument into a sprawling command hub and the ruins of DC into the last safe zone on the east coast. Then four years ago he disappeared. We never gave up and his legend lived on. Our city grew once again, and we kept growing. What started out as just a few of us has grown into almost one hundred thousand. A new city. A breath of life in a world that had the life bled out of it. We're still rebuilding, trying to fix what we can, show a shred of decency to others just trying to survive.
Another Supermoon picture from Sunday evening which I sent up to BBC South Today and appeared Monday evening on the local TV News as one of 3 Weather Pictures on the News
This was taken about 5 minutes before the previous one with the Cyclist. Here the moon has risen just above the Pier. It was also taken from a different viewpoint a little closer to the promenade. I was taking a lot of shots and the people walking on the pier were ideal having the decency to arrange themselves in a Photographers group of 3. The picture gained a lot of interest on the South Today Facebook pages with 415 Likes and 185 Shares. See www.facebook.com/BBCSouthToday/photos/a.1192497467507508.... Interestingly some locals didn’t recognise it as Bognor Regis Pier because of the compression effect of a zoom at 250mm which because of the smaller sensor, for 35mm would equate to 375mm. The line of 6 poles on the beach to the left of the picture are actually about 300ft apart at the end of groynes. The line of 4 mounds in the distance are the sea defence rocks at the village of Elmer about 2 miles away
A Supermoon happens when a full moon is closest to Earth. It orbits our planet in an oval shape so sometimes it comes closer to us than at other times. The moon appears 30 per cent brighter and 14 per cent bigger. Supermoons happen through the year but this one is special because it is the closest and largest apparent size in 70 years. Strictly the Supermoon was on Monday but with a poor weather forecast the rest of the week I decided to go for it on Sunday. A day either side makes little difference to the apparent size. The supermoon only technically occurs on a Full Moon and Sunday was short of full moon by 2%.
The clear skies and timing with moonrise being close to sunset make ideal conditions for mixing scenery with the moon without too much difference in exposure. A check of the Photographers Ephemeris website also revealed that the moonrise lined up perfectly with the local pier when viewed from the west. It was also close to low tide.
The picture was taken with a tripod with a Sony A550 with a Minolta 75-300 zoom at 250mm. Processing was limited to adjustments in RAW and Topaz Clarity was also used.
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Worth a heavily modified lunch break! Chiltern liviered 68010 is seen at Stenson Bubble on Tuesday 3rd of March 2015 with the regular 68-hauled 6U77 13:42 Mountsorrel to Crewe Basford Hall big boxes. In addition to this being a regular 68 it's also displaying its other regular characteristic, running late! It came under the bridge in full dull but had the decency to stand here for long enough for the sun to come out. Thanks Drive/Signaller!
* 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".
Birds need to learn some decency. A pair of shorts and a shirt now and again can't hurt, you know.
Credit goes to Travis Williams for capturing this ever-nude bird in flight.
PADDY: “This looks like a nice one, Rosie. Do you think Peter might like this one?”
ROSIE: “Ooooh! That looks lovely Paddy. Yes please. I’m sure Peter will love any chocolates that I send him for Valentine’s Day.”
PADDY: “Oh I’m sure he will too. I hope he shares them with Oleg and all the other bears and dogs and foxes at Mummy Marian’s house.”
ROSIE: “Oh I’m sure minj prins will do that. He’s very kind and lovely you know.”
PADDY: “I know, Rosie. I also know he has a very grumbly tummy.”
ROSIE: “Not as grumbly as Benny’s though!”
PADDY and ROSIE: *Giggle.*
SCOUT: “Hullo Paddy! Hullo Rosie!”
PADDY and ROSIE: “Hullo Scout!”
SCOUT: “Ooooh! What are you doing with those yummy chocolates?” *Looks longingly at chocolates.*
ROSIE: “We are picking some out to send to mijn prins Peter, and all the bears at Mummy Marian’s house for Valentine’s Day, Scout.”
PADDY: “Daddy gave us the chocolates and the box, and said we could fill it up with our choices and he will send it to Mummy Marian.”
SCOUT: “Ooooh! That’s so lovely of you!” *Picks out a chocolate and eats it.*
ROSIE: “Well, I want mijn prins Peter to know how much I love him!”
PADDY: “And we want all the bears, and foxes, and dogs at Mummy Marian’s to know that we love them.”
SCOUT: “That’s a very good idea!” *Picks out another chocolate and eats it.*
ROSIE: “I love mijn prins Peter so much!”
SCOUT: “I know you do, Rosie! I love mijn beste vriend Peter, too!” *Picks out another chocolate and eats it.*
PADDY: “Scout!”
SCOUT: “What?!?”
PADDY: “Don’t eat all those chocolates!”
SCOUT: “But why not, Paddy? I have a grumbly tummy! Grumbly tummy, Paddy! Grumbly tummy, Rosie!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
ROSIE: “You always have a grumbly tummy, Scout!” *Giggles.*
SCOUT: “You said that Daddy gave us the chocolates, Paddy.”
PADDY: “Yes, to select from to fill this box to give to Peter, Oleg and all the bears at Mummy Marian’s house, not to gobble up!”
SCOUT: “But Paddy, there are plenty there to choose from.”
PADDY: “There won’t be if you scoff them all, Scout.”
SCOUT: “As if I would scoff them all, Paddy!” *Shocked.* “I would at least have the decency to leave one.”
ROSIE: “Why would you leave one behind, Scout?”
SCOUT: “Because whoever eats the last chocolate has to throw the box away, and it’s such a long walk to the kitchen tidy!”
PADDY: “No it isn’t, Scout. It’s just out there.” *Points to kitchen with paw.*
SCOUT: “That’s easy for you to say, Paddy. You are taller than me, and have much longer legs. It takes you less time and less energy to get there!”
PADDY: “I’m not that much taller, Scout!”
SCOUT: “It’s enough of a difference, Paddy!”
ROSIE: “Oh, I wish I could share some of these chocolates in person with mijn prins Peter on Valentine’s Day!” *Sighs.*
SCOUT: “Oh yes! That would be wonderful, Rosie!” *Sighs.*
PADDY: “Well, why don’t you ask him to come over to our house, Rosie.”
ROSIE: “But what if mijn prins invites me and Scout over to his house for Valentine’s Day?”
PADDY: “It’s really quite simple, Rosie. If you invite Peter over for morning tea, you and can share some chocolates with him, and then if he invites you to his house, which I am sure he will, you and Scout can take the box of chocolates over to Mummy Marian’s house in the afternoon, and deliver them in person.”
ROSIE: “Oh Paddy!” *Claps paws in delight.* “You are so clever!”
SCOUT: “Oh yes you are, Paddy!”
PADDY: “Thank you, Scout and Rosie.” *Blushes pink beneath plush fur.*
ROSIE: “Did you here that mijn prins? Paddy has had a wonderful idea! Why don’t you come over to our house on Valentine’s Day? We can have a morning tea with yummy chocolates, and you Scout and I can play hide-and seek. Then I can give you 10,000 soft snuffly kisses as a special gift for Valentine’s Day. Then we can go to your house in the afternoon and we can have more treats and you can give me 10,000 soft snuffly kisses for Valentine’s Day! Can you come?” *Hopeful.*
SCOUT: *Picks out another chocolate and eats it.*
PADDY: “Before Scout eats all the chocolates.”
SCOUT: “Grumbly tummy, Paddy! Grumbly tummy!” *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Rosie is Scout's cousin, because like Scout, she is a free trade knitted bear from Africa. She was made in Kenya by one of the Kenana Knitters, Martha Wanjira. She is made from home spun and dyed wool. She was a gift to me from two very dear friends, including the one who gave Scout to Paddy.
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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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!
Hundreds of people gathered in Plano for two rallies; a morning one and an afternoon one. We protested the continuing evil, stupidity and graft of Trump, the Republican Party, MAGA, and anyone who supports them. It is critical that this evil man and his accomplices in crime be voted out of office come November. Vote and stop this wanna-be dictator and his fascist party once and for all.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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I fear that my country is being ripped apart and fading away. It's time for young people to step up and bring back kindness and common decency.
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?
THE SCIENTIFIC MAP OF SOCIAL DESTROYERS AND MANIPULATORSLook at this image: it perfectly represents the "fog of pretense." People who build artificial masks of honor, empathy, and decency, but hide absolute emptiness and deep, destructive malice behind them. Their success relies on the silence of their victims. Identifying them by their psychological and sociological names is the first step to neutralizing them.Here is the scientific map of the most detrimental characters in this society, capable of destroying people's reputations, careers, and mental health:
1. The Malignant Narcissist and "Gaslighter"Psychiatric Profile: A severe form of narcissism bordering on antisocial personality disorder. They possess a pathological need for control and power.Destruction Mechanism: They trip you up behind your back and then convince you that it is your fault or that you are losing your mind (Gaslighting). If they commit immoral acts, they apply projection: they publicly accuse you of their own professional or personal faults to deflect attention and protect their facade of decency.
2. The Machiavellian Overachiever (The Social Climber)Psychological Profile: Characterized by cynicism, emotional coldness, and ruthless pragmatism. For them, people are merely tools.Destruction Mechanism: They utilize mobbing and systematic sabotage. They overshadow your merits, steal credit for your work, and discredit you with superiors or the social group to appear indispensable and eliminate competition.
3. The Nepotist and the Fake MeritocratSociological Profile: An individual who exploits cronyism, blood ties, or relationships of submission, while simultaneously pretending to respect the rules.Destruction Mechanism: They destroy the social fabric by depriving capable individuals of opportunities. They protect the incompetence of their inner circle and actively isolate anyone demonstrating genuine talent, who is perceived as a threat to their system of favors.
4. The Sub-Clinical Psychopath (The Fake Empathetic)Psychiatric Profile: An individual integrated into the social system but clinically devoid of remorse, guilt, or genuine empathy.Destruction Mechanism: They constantly talk about "honor," "respect," and "empathy" to build a moral shield. Meanwhile, they study your weaknesses and secrets to use them against you in times of need, taking pleasure in the psychological collapse of others.
5. The Covert Narcissist (The Victim Manipulator)Psychiatric Profile: A variant of Narcissistic Personality Disorder characterized by apparent shyness, vulnerability, and a deep sense of being misunderstood.Destruction Mechanism: They never attack head-on. If you expose their shortcomings at work or in life, they immediately paint themselves as the victim of your "cruelty." They destroy your reputation by poisoning the surrounding environment with quiet slander, tears, and twisted private confidences, prompting others to isolate you.
6. The Histrionic Personality (The Scandal Factory)Psychiatric Profile: Histrionic Personality Disorder. Characterized by exaggerated emotionality and an obsessive search for attention.Destruction Mechanism: They live for drama. To hide their own misconduct or moral failings, they launch smear campaigns. They publicly accuse you or other women of being "immoral" or "enablers," destroying your honorability just to shift the gaze of moralists away from what they themselves do in the shadows.
7. The Everyday SadistPsychological Profile: A component of the "Dark Tetrad" of personality. They derive genuine psychological pleasure from the suffering of others.Destruction Mechanism: They are the engine of environmental mobbing. They create dynamics aimed at making you fail or humiliating you publicly. They sabotage your projects not for practical gain, but for the pure, visceral pleasure of seeing you emotionally break down.
8. The Hostile Envious (Malignant Envy)Sociological Profile: An individual consumed by the success of others; they do not work to climb up to your level, but rather to pull you down to theirs.Destruction Mechanism: They pretend to be an ally or a close friend. They destroy the victim's professional and personal honor through slurring (subtle, whispered denigration), spreading rumors about your mental stability, or insinuating that your success is due to sexual favors or misconduct.
9. The Organizational Psychopath (The Corporate Psychopath)Psychiatric Profile: A high-functioning variant of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Devoid of conscience, yet equipped with immense superficial charm and strategic intelligence.Destruction Mechanism: They strictly apply the "divide and conquer" strategy, pitting colleagues or friends against one another. If you become an obstacle or figure out their game, they plan your social expulsion or termination, manipulating executives with falsified reports and calculated defamation campaigns.
10. The Social Parasite / Emotional ExploiterPsychological Profile: A parasitic personality that feeds on the financial, psychological, or professional resources of strong and empathetic people.Destruction Mechanism: They latch onto you by faking devotion to exploit your skills and clean up their own public image. Once they get what they want, or if you refuse to be exploited further, they turn their back on you and paint you as a selfish monster, completely erasing the value of everything you did for them.
Digital portrait exploring the falsification of masks in contemporary life. Humans no longer wear masks to authentically inhabit roles, but to construct an artificial appearance: makeup, posing, and exteriority take precedence over inner coherence. The smoke surrounding the face symbolizes this fog of pretense, the distance between who we are and what we show. An invitation to reflect on honesty with oneself and others, and on beauty that comes from authenticity rather than the construction of a mask. Created using artificial intelligence.
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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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.
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 !!!!
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.
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?
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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
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!
Holy Cross Church
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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
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?
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
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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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!
The splendid Pretoria Fountain we admire in this photo has an incredible and daring history that few people know completely. This monumental work of art was not born in Sicily; instead, it was sculpted in Florence back in fifteen fifty-four by the sculptor Francesco Camillani to decorate the lavish private garden of a Spanish nobleman, Don Luigi di Toledo. Years later, finding himself in deep financial trouble and drowning in debt, the nobleman decided to put his family jewel up for sale. It was then, in fifteen seventy-three, that the Senate of Palermo decided to make a wild and memorable purchase, buying the fountain for an astronomical sum that almost ruined the city's finances. To bring it to Sicily, the artwork was completely dismantled into six hundred and forty-four pieces of marble, loaded onto several ships, and sent by sea. When it arrived in Palermo, to successfully reassemble it and make it fit inside the square, it was even necessary to tear down some low-income housing in the area. Once put back together in all its majesty, the fountain immediately caused a massive public stir due to its forty-eight imposing statues of pagan deities, all completely naked. Since it was placed right in front of the windows of the cloistered Monastery of Santa Caterina, a legend arose that the nuns, scandalized by such a brazen and close-up display of naked bodies, would sneak out in the dead of night armed with hammers to castrate the statues or break off their noses in a desperate attempt to erase that offense to decency. It is from this historic and ironic clash between the sacredness of the convent and the pagan sensuality of the marble that the people christened this place forever as the Square of Shame, a name that even today unites in a single shot the grandeur of Florentine art, the wild spending of rulers, and the ever-present, irreverent Palermitan irony.
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.
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)
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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
*****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/
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It's that time of year when we are feeling a bit burnt out and in need of a time to get away from it all. I wish the way to cleanse the world of bad politicians, war, death, starvation, extreme radicalism, homelessness....the list has no end, was for some human love and decency to take over. But it seems that is unlikely and if we fixed these, another lot would be waiting.
Shorncliffe, Brisbane.
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. :-)
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.
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.