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In the back on the right hand my better half was looking for herons. In fact she found about 20 sitting in the treetops of some scotch pines.
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She had the 300mm on MFT that I was missing on my smartphone. I have to admit in this regard these little wonder devices can not compete and will not in the near future.
LinkTree // Instagram: @views4corners
Got close and personal to a very vintage movie projector. It was the first time I've ever seen one of these devices and I loved the look of it! It would be cool to have one of these on display and even luckier if I used it for its purpose. It's a purchase I'll definitely revisit in the future.
Have a great day! :)
Magnificent Frigatebird ~ (Fregata magnificens)
"In the unlikely event of a water landing, your throat pouch can be used as a flotation device".
I always wondered how much the inflated throat pouch got in the way when these birds come down for a drink.
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seen today near my hometown...the only device...iPhone 6...took that picture..dramatic...15 degrees...windy....cold...20th of june...summer 2015
Rathaus underground station in Cologne, Germany
A pleasing contrast of midnight blue and silvery gleam
When completed, the new north–south suburban railway line in Cologne will have eight stops. While the last stretch of the line is scheduled to come into operation in 2016, Rathaus station has already proven itself fit for everyday operation. Located directly beneath the historic market, Rathaus underground station provides quick and convenient access to the centre of Cologne's historic Altstadt (old town) district, which was previously only accessible by bus.
The station, covering almost 3,000 m², lies 16 metres below ground. Its design is characterised by a fresh contrast of midnight blue and silver. A large proportion of the wall area is velvety-smooth blue, while the ceilings and certain sections of the walls are a shiny silver. The walls and ceilings are clad in hot-dip galvanised and powdercoated steel sheet modules, which are perforated in the ceiling area so that they also absorb sound.
Above the entrances, main traffic areas and footpaths throughout the station, WE-EF DOC240 recessed exterior downlights ensure excellent visibility and safety as well as aid orientation. The luminaires had to be integrated into various building situations – either installed in circular sections of the expanded metal ceilings or combined with an installation tube and mounted directly on the concrete ceilings. The DOC240 downlights in the underground station have proven to be versatile, not just in terms of the installation and mounting options, but also in relation to lighting techniques.
While the stairways and escalators are illuminated from a relatively high position, the height between floors in the main traffic areas is rather low. With different light sources in varying wattages – in this case HIT and CFL lamps, and two symmetric light distributions [M] medium and [EE] very narrow beam – the WE-EF luminaires provide exactly the right amount of light for the unique spaces.
All DOC240 downlights used in this project are fitted with vibration protection in order to extend their service life. Luminaires mounted at especially high installation positions are equipped with a device to lower the luminaire to facilitate ease of maintenance.
Architects:
Lighting Designer:Lichtdesign Ingenieurgesellschaft m.b.H., Prof. Heinrich Kramer, Cologne
Through the overlayering I combined the images I took from rainy night series & the street mood series together to express the concept of " Loneliness in the noisiness" which I am diving into recently.
Have you ever have the experience of walking alone through at the street where is noisy nearby, but you feel the loneliness yourself? Not because there are less people or sound, just the reflection of the mood, the smell of loneliness in the air, or maybe just because you see through the loneliness behind the noisiness like the scenes I capture here.
Northern Wheatear - Oenanthe oenanthe
The northern wheatear or wheatear (Oenanthe oenanthe) is a small passerine bird that was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family Turdidae, but is now more generally considered to be an Old World flycatcher, Muscicapidae. It is the most widespread member of the wheatear genus Oenanthe in Europe and Asia.
The northern wheatear is a migratory insectivorous species breeding in open stony country in Europe and Asia with footholds in northeastern Canada and Greenland as well as in northwestern Canada and Alaska. It nests in rock crevices and rabbit burrows. All birds spend most of their winter in Africa.
The northern wheatear makes one of the longest journeys of any small bird, crossing ocean, ice, and desert. It migrates from Sub-Saharan Africa in spring over a vast area of the Northern Hemisphere that includes northern and central Asia, Europe, Greenland, Alaska, and parts of Canada. In autumn all return to Africa, where their ancestors had wintered. Arguably, some of the birds that breed in north Asia could take a shorter route and winter in south Asia; however, their inherited inclination to migrate takes them back to Africa.
Birds of the large, bright Greenland race, leucorhoa, makes one of the longest transoceanic crossings of any passerine. In spring most migrate along a route (commonly used by waders and waterfowl) from Africa via continental Europe, the British Isles, and Iceland to Greenland. However, autumn sightings from ships suggest that some birds cross the North Atlantic directly from Canada and Greenland to southwest Europe, a distance of up to 2,500 kilometres (1,600 mi). Birds breeding in eastern Canada are thought to fly from Baffin Island and Newfoundland via Greenland, Ireland, and Portugal to the Azores, crossing 3,500 kilometres (2,200 mi) of the North Atlantic) before flying onwards to Africa. Other populations from western Canada and Alaska migrate by flying over much of Eurasia to Africa.
Miniature tracking devices have recently shown that the northern wheatear has one of the longest migratory flights known - 30,000 km (18,640 miles), from sub-Saharan Africa to their Arctic breeding grounds.
Batterie für die Widerstandsmessung eines alten Vielfachmessgerätes (Siemens & Halske, Herstellungsjahr unbekannt, vermutlich um 1950-1960)
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Resistance measurement battery of an old multiple measuring device (Siemens & Halske, year of manufacture unknown, probably around 1950-1960)
Come with me, comrade.
Where are we going?
You've been summoned by the Peoples' Commissariat of Non-Ferrous Metallurgy and Social Enlightenment. Finish your donut.
Summoned? Why?
is it true that you've installed an aluminum wind vane in front of your kommunalka.
You mean, my house? Yeah. So?
And affixed to this device, is there a colorful symbol of a certain Western comic strip character, often referred to by the assumed patronymic of "Snoopy?"
Well, yeah.
Be very careful, comrade. Some might see this as a subversive poisoning of the people's revolutionary ethic.
You don't say. Well, what if I replaced Snoopy with some other symbol, comrade? Say. . . Linus?
Well, that would make a difference. As I'm sure you know, Linus is a well-known anti-capitalist Hero of the Soviet Union. I believe the Committee would look favorably on such a change.
Great!
It might even mitigate the terms of your re-education.
My. . .what?
You are to be assigned to the Workers Shock Brigade at Yakustk Blast Furnace #4.
My god! That's the coldest city on Earth!
The five years will pass in no time. You may even return with most of your fingers, if not toes.
Five years?
Enjoy the rest of your donut. You'll need an ice pick to eat one where you're going.
Macro Mondays
Theme: Anachronism
A bell, colloquially known as gong, bell, jingle. Device for ringing. Small chrome-plated metal goblet with a clapper. Electrically operated by a push button on the front door.
Nostalgia knows no limits.
Die Klingel
Eine Klingel, umgangssprachlich Gong, Glocke, Bimmel, Schelle. Gerät zum Klingeln. Kleiner verchromter Metallkelch mit einem Klöppel. Elektrisch betätigt durch einen Drucktaster an der Haustüre.
Nostalgie kennt keine Grenzen.
Location : Entertainment City, Doha, Kuwait.
Device : Nikon D300
Note : Best viewed in the large format . better view
More about Entertainment City : www.associatedcontent.com/article/282791/entertainment_ci...
© 2010 Saad Al-Enezi
To make little ones out of big ones. Antique rock crusher for road construction Canon EF-S18-200mm f/3.5-5.6 IS
Ist of the Year!
Northern Wheatear - Oenanthe oenanthe
The northern wheatear or wheatear (Oenanthe oenanthe) is a small passerine bird that was formerly classed as a member of the thrush family Turdidae, but is now more generally considered to be an Old World flycatcher, Muscicapidae. It is the most widespread member of the wheatear genus Oenanthe in Europe and Asia.
The northern wheatear is a migratory insectivorous species breeding in open stony country in Europe and Asia with footholds in northeastern Canada and Greenland as well as in northwestern Canada and Alaska. It nests in rock crevices and rabbit burrows. All birds spend most of their winter in Africa.
The northern wheatear makes one of the longest journeys of any small bird, crossing ocean, ice, and desert. It migrates from Sub-Saharan Africa in spring over a vast area of the Northern Hemisphere that includes northern and central Asia, Europe, Greenland, Alaska, and parts of Canada. In autumn all return to Africa, where their ancestors had wintered. Arguably, some of the birds that breed in north Asia could take a shorter route and winter in south Asia; however, their inherited inclination to migrate takes them back to Africa.
Birds of the large, bright Greenland race, leucorhoa, makes one of the longest transoceanic crossings of any passerine. In spring most migrate along a route (commonly used by waders and waterfowl) from Africa via continental Europe, the British Isles, and Iceland to Greenland. However, autumn sightings from ships suggest that some birds cross the North Atlantic directly from Canada and Greenland to southwest Europe, a distance of up to 2,500 kilometres (1,600 mi). Birds breeding in eastern Canada are thought to fly from Baffin Island and Newfoundland via Greenland, Ireland, and Portugal to the Azores, crossing 3,500 kilometres (2,200 mi) of the North Atlantic) before flying onwards to Africa. Other populations from western Canada and Alaska migrate by flying over much of Eurasia to Africa.
Miniature tracking devices have recently shown that the northern wheatear has one of the longest migratory flights known - 30,000 km (18,640 miles), from sub-Saharan Africa to their Arctic breeding grounds.
Anchorage
In nautical, the action of anchoring, is to tie the boat to the seabed, or lacustrine by a rope or chain, either using an anchor or a dead. A mooring with dead man and buoy is a permanent device that allows anchoring a boat safely.
They are usually located in a safe place to anchor, which is called anchorage. Its capacity of retention is proportional to the weight of the dead, independently of the type of bed, and depends on the friction produced with the bottom. When the dead is half-buried in the substrate, the suction effect increases its fixing force.
Getting as close as I possibly can on a circuit board, harvested from a remote-controlled power outlet whose remote went belly-up, capturing examples of tiny surface-mount devices, possibly resistors. The ruler scale at the bottom is in millimeters.
Taken with the Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens at 5X magnification. At that setting, the lens has to be less than an inch (25.4mm) from the subject, making lighting difficult. The lens and camera were attached to a macro focusing rail, a necessary but very finicky device (more so at extreme magnification) used to move the camera fore and aft to focus. Given my sometimes uncooperative set of hands I have, it was a challenge, indeed.
IED, improvised explosive device , are modern soldiers worst nightmare.
By the end of 2007 they have been responsible for at least 64% of Coalition deaths in Iraq.
Here is a picture of us special forces targeted by an ied during a night mission in the afghan's desert (yeah it's not in the snow). I keep exploring in the live explosions area, made with bengal fire. You stick several together, and you should get a big blow.
A big thanks to Tiny Tactical and their amazing gear to make this one possible. www.tinytactical.com
Be sure I will do some more modern military pictures !
side view of the apt building i lived in when living in pasadena. they were one room apts and i know which room is mine (top row, 3rd from left) because i had art everywhere and from the window too. it was a cozy experience and i produced a lot of art.
living quarters were terrible but there were so many friends.
This planet seems good. One species seem to be so populous they have infiltrated every continent. They do have some rudimentary language skills but their mathematic ability is so basic they would never be considered an intelligent species. Atmosphere is very similar to ours with minimal terra and bioforming needed making it cheap to colonize.
The fingers quickly tapped the device sending a communication to corporate headquarters that they could apply to the commission to colonize earth with a high degree of probability of being approved.
Within a decade the ships started arriving. Humans objected to being colonized and threw every nuclear weapon they could scrap up. The colonizers retreated back to orbit, baffled by a species intelligent enough to create a bomb that could destroy the atmosphere and stupid enough to deploy it. The colonizers requested equipment to cleanse the atmosphere which was an extra expense. By the time they received approval and the equipment, all life forms on earth were dead except for cockroaches.
The colony shipped in fauna and flora from their original planet. It was much better really. Normally it was very difficult to get permission to make a planet exactly like home. There were groups that fought for planetary diversity but really it wasn't the colonizers' fault the original species killed themselves and almost everything else.
No one was happy about the cockroaches tho. Not even the groups for planetary diversity as cockroaches spread quickly across the galaxies once a few managed to get aboard ships. Major funding was approved to eradicate them. Nothing worked. The cockroaches kept surviving and coming back. Very irritating.
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Since SL is a community effort with lots of people making things, like a movie, here is the credit roll of everyone who helped make this picture possible
Windlight Sky:
Naturally Dreamy Summer from ColeMarie's Windlight Set (Series #1) by ColeMari Soleil
Backdrop:
Data Spaceship Backdrop by Synnergy.Tavis
Handheld object with pose:
Data Reader Bento Pose by Synnergy.Tavis
Myself:
Catsuit ZX-3 Maitreya White by CyberFactory
Hair: River Hair by Raven Bell
13. Bangs / Swept Right Narrow by TRUTH
Simrugh Horns Winter Special Edition by AERTH
Wrist/hands tattoo: Winter Touch, hands by +Fallen Gods Inc.
Lipstick: Evo X - 01 Silver Glitter Lipstick 75% by Izzie's
Eyelashes tinted turquoise through Lel Evox hud for Noel 3.1 by LeLUTKA
Face: Frozen (LeL Evo X) - Porcelain by Bold & Beauty
Skin: Icy by Velour
Head lel Evox Noel 3.1 by LeLUTKA
Body: Lara v.5.3 by Maitreya
Shape: Tessa Shape Vv by WoW Skins with modifications by myself
Note: I added texture and the aqua lighting on the right through Photoshop. For the texture, I used NightCafe to create an image with two planets on one layer and then used the SoftLight filter in PS at 40% opacity. The aqua lighting I brushed two circles of aqua, then Guassian Filter to spread them out, then Vivid Light filters at differing opacity for each circle.
This is my original raw picture from SL
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
When Doctor Who visited Archimedes, the brilliant scientist managed to create a simplified analogue of the Tardis. Recently, Sicilian specialists managed to recreate this booth based on the surviving drawings of Archimedes, because in fact, the Roman warrior understood the genius of the scientist, and the drawings of the device have been preserved.
Location : Phuket, Thailand.
Device : Nikon D300
© 2011 Saad Alenzi
Best viewed in the large format . better view
A North American residential circuit breaker. This particular style, known as ganged, is used for 240-volt circuits to ensure both hot legs trip, otherwise there would be a live 120-volt circuit from either hot leg to neutral, an unsafe condition. Industrial buildings with three-phase power use three-breaker ganged units where required for similar reasons.
While the term “circuit breaker” mainly refers to the electrical safety device in its many varieties, the name has been used in other fields to suggest a overload shutoff mechanism, such as in the world of finance and even in reference to the COVID-19 pandemic.
Good morning PLFs. Happy WednesMei! Happy FwendzBei!
Happy 91 day precious baby boy!
VOTE! VOTE on all devices!
Have a pawsome day everyone, panda socks if it's chilly, be safe.
Wat Saket, the Golden Mount temple, illuminated in festive lighting during a temple fair in November.
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A few years ago I had been at this view point to shoot the sun setting behind the temple, but the decoration here was absolutely worth a re-visit. How do you think?
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It's a fabulous view point, with many of the beautiful temple roofs peaking out from the dark; the Temple of the Emerald Buddha visible on the far left and even the top of the red Giant Swing is visible if you look closely. Warm wind on your nose, while shooting across the historic old town from a dark parking deck of a high rise hotel, just one of the awesome things to experience in this amazing city :)
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From a process point of view i notice some banding in the sky, particularly on the mobile App; whereas it looks fine on my laptop and large display. Anyone notice the same difference?
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*edit: after some trials on 12-Dec i added a Gaussian blur, then noise, and darkened the sky slightly with Color Balance and Contrast; all combined produces less banding on all device screens that i have on hand, hope it looks ok on your end.
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happy Sunday and shooting friends!
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☞ more from Bangkok
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I built a bunch of medieval execution and torture devices back in November for a school project and am showcasing a few of them here. I guess you could say this build is a part one of two, with part two coming in two years or so. Yup, this is my last build for the next two years. I'll say more in my 2021 recap that I'll post soon.
This build was quite fun and the execution methods especially were exciting to design. I'm particularly proud of my stock design and the chopping block.
This is also my entry to the Rogues & Outlaws category of Brickscalibur.
Let me know what you think and have a nice day!
Sam