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This is a reflection of The Port of Liverpool Building which is actually behind me. We have had some really heavy rain lately, hence the flooded Street. ???
A little knowledge about Displacement Mapping is a useful tool to have.
Ion displacement
Won't work in the basement
Especially when i'm not with you
Here in the heartland
A feelin so startlin
I dont know what i should do
oh, you see through the dark
Right past the fireflies that sleep in my heart
You know its easy to see
Wait for the season to come back to me
Nights by the ocean
A westerly motion
That moves california to sea
Eyes like a seagull
No kansas palm beetle
Could ever come close to that free
name that tune : )
Secret #26: I'm overly hopeful and it gets tiring.
Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.
Diremption is incongruity and antithesis in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment, like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.
An ongoing series
thanks to Vicky for the shot of her. Wasn't intentially going for this editing in the beginning but it turn out like this. Was great fun trying different displacement techniques, I felt this went well with the DOF.
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Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.
Diremption is incongruity and antithesis in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment, like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.
An ongoing series
Location: A16A13 Viaduct President Rooseveltweg - Rotterdam
schroef-combinatie-paal
Ook: combinatie-schroef-paal, combi-schroef-paal, schroef-combi-paal. Een schroef-combinatie-paal is een in de grond gevormde, grondverdringende schroefpaal met een losse, verloren schroefpunt (boorkop). De schroef-combinatie-paal lijkt daardoor wat op een enorm groot potlood. De schacht (hulpbuis) wordt voorzien van een prefab paal van gewapend beton en een grout/betonmengsel, waarna de hulpbuis getrokken wordt.
screw combination post
Also: combination screw pile, combi screw pile, screw combi pile. A screw combination pile is a ground-displacement screw pile formed in the ground with a loose, lost screw point (drill head). The screw combination post therefore resembles a huge pencil. The shaft (auxiliary pipe) is fitted with a prefab reinforced concrete pile and a grout/concrete mixture, after which the auxiliary pipe is pulled.
Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.
Diremptio is incongruity and antithesis, in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.
An ongoing series.
Displacement. 340 tonnes. Beam. 9 metres. Draught. 2.9 metres. Length. 55 metres. Speed. 25 knots. Range. 3,000 nautical miles. Complement. 24 (core crew) ...
Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.
Diremptio is incongruity and antithesis, in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment, like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.
An ongoing series.
Commune 13, Medellin, Colombia.
One particular area of Medellín, an area called Comuna 13, also known as the San Javier, has the most tumultuous history of the city, once labeled the most dangerous community due to its astronomical homicide rates and forced displacement of thousands of residents.
Comuna 13 is an over-populated and low socio-economic zone that crawls up along the west hills of the city with thousands of brick and cement homes stacked close to one another. It was a pivotal center for paramilitary, guerrilla, and gang activity. Its location is ideal for crime, as it leads directly to the main highway (San Juan Highway), providing easy transportation of guns, drugs, and money.
Residents voiced their discontent and anger with the violence that occurred in 2002 through art and community events. Striking street art around the neighborhood depicts scenes with the white rags raised for peace and solidarity.
John Alexander, of his artist name Chota13, is a graffiti artist aged 27 years. His is called Comuna 13, in Medellin, Colombia, antechamber of hell yesterday, now famous for its graffiti gallery in the open air and its escalators. Colors and shapes paint the walls of houses. 90 graffitis are identified including a dozen made by Chota13.
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Cat Displacement Prissy had to move because Leo took over her comfy shelf, I put a throw on my writing desk so she could look out the window, she still is not happy, shot in North Carolina.
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استيقظت اليوم فوجدت أني مستلق في سرير غير سريري
ووجدت مقابلي خزانة مشوهة ..غير خزانتي ..
وكان فيها ملابس من نفس قياسي لكنها ليست ملابسي .. وأشياء أستخدمها لكنها ليست أشيائي ..
ونظرت إلى يميني فرأيت النافذة .. كانت أضيق إطارا وأقل نورا وأكثر تسريبا للذباب
ونظرت إلى يساري فرأيت جدارا .. كان أكثر اصفرارا وأشد تعرجا ومليئا بالثقوب ..
نهضت مذعورا كي أبحث عني .. فوجدت مرآة شاحبة .. تبدو أشبه ببقعة ماء رمادية فوق رصيف داكن
نظرت فيها .. وفوجئت إذ رأيت نفسي ..
كنت نفسي كما نفسي لم تمسني أصابع التغيير ..
وأدركت حينئذ أن العالم كله قد أصيب بفقدان الذاكرة ..
فنسيني ..
رغم أني حتما .. مازلت موجودا.
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استيقظت غدا .. فوجدت سقف غرفتي غيمة شتوية .. تهطل منها الثلوج
كانت الغرفة باردة ككهف من جليد .. والثلج يغطي كل الزوايا ..
كان رماديا بعيدا عن البياض .. كثلوج الفقراء في الشاشة الروسية ..
أطرافي نصف محمرة ..
وأصابعي نصف مزرقة ..
تلحفت غطاء رقيقا فوقي فشعرت ببرد أكثر .. وبدأت أرتجف ..
كانت النافذة مغطاة بالثلوج أيضا ..
نهضت وكانت ركبي تتلوى تحتي ..
حاولت فتح النافذة .. لعلي أحظى ببعض الشمس فأتنفس ..
فاكتشفت أني في العراء .. وأني محبوس في الخارج بطريقة مهينة ..
وأن النوافذ لا تفتح إلى الداخل ..
فضممت نفسي على فكرتي وادعيت بأني نائم ..
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استيقظت في تاريخ لا أعرفه ..
فوجدتني في سريري ..
أداعب أصابع الشمس في صباح دمشقي
وأرقب الستائر التي ترقص كلما اقترب منها السنونو
أو غازلتها عطور القهوة الشامية
عن يميني حائط بلون العاج يحمل لوحة بلون الخريف
وعن يساري خزانة بيضاء بمقابض زرقاء تحتوي كل حياتي
وأمامي نافذة يعشقها الضوء ويرويها الصباح
كتبي تظهر في غرفة أخرى .. ملونة فوق رفوف بلا نهاية .. تحمل مئات العناوين التي اخترتها بنفسي ..
ونباتاتي الثلاث في زوايا االغرفة .. يختزلن النور في لمعات اللون الأخضر ..
وصوت يناديني من الداخل .. تفيض منه آيات الخشوع ..
هي أمي ..
أو حبيبتي ..
أو هي المدينة التي غسلت نفسها من آثار المرض .. تغني لأهلها المتعبين ترانيم الرجوع ..
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Awakening
Today, I awoke to find myself sprawled in a bed that was not my own,
Before me stood a warped wardrobe, foreign yet familiar.
Within it hung garments of my size, yet none were mine,
And objects I once used, but they felt like strangers.
To my right, I glimpsed a window—
Its frame narrower, dimmer, allowing the buzzing flies to creep inside.
To my left, a wall, more yellowed, more twisted, riddled with holes.
Startled, I leapt up in search of myself,
And found a pale mirror, like a gray puddle on dark pavement.
I gazed within and was astonished to see myself—
Unchanged, untouched by the fingers of transformation.
In that moment, I realized the world had suffered amnesia,
And so it had forgotten me,
Yet I remained—undeniably present.
Tomorrow, I awoke again,
To find my room’s ceiling a winter cloud,
From which snow cascaded softly,
The chamber cold as an ice cave,
Snow blanketing every corner,
Gray, distant from purity, like the poor man’s snow on a Russian screen.
My limbs half flushed,
My fingers half blue,
I pulled a thin cover over me,
Only to feel the chill deepen,
And shivers took hold.
The window too, was shrouded in snow.
I rose, my knees trembling beneath me,
Attempting to pry open the window, yearning for sunlight,
Yet discovered I was outside,
Humbly imprisoned in the open air,
And the windows would not yield inward.
So I curled around my thoughts and feigned sleep.
I awoke in a time unknown to me,
To find myself in my bed,
Fingering the sun's rays in a Damascene morning,
Watching the curtains dance with every passing swallow
Or caressed by the scents of coffee wafting through.
To my right, an ivory wall adorned with autumn hues,
To my left, a white wardrobe with blue knobs containing my entire life.
Before me, a window adored by light,
Nurtured by the morning's breath.
My books linger in another room,
Colorful upon endless shelves,
Bearing hundreds of titles chosen by my own hand.
My three plants, nestled in the corners,
Capture light in glimmers of green.
A voice calls from within,
Overflowing with verses of reverence—
It is my mother,
Or my beloved,
Or perhaps the city, cleansed of its afflictions,
Singing lullabies of return to its weary folks.
Words By .. Mhd Hamwi
Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.
Diremptio is incongruity and antithesis, in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment, like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.
An ongoing series.
Based on data from the Sentinel-1A satellite, this image shows how and where the land uplifted and sank from the 7.8-magnitute earthquake that struck Nepal on 25 April 2015.
Near the boundary of the Indian and Eurasian tectonic plates, blue shows areas of uplift of up to 0.8 m towards the satellite (called ‘line of sight’) which could be caused by a vertical uplift of 1 m. The yellow area depicts areas of subsidence, a movement that often occurs as a counter movement to the uplift in subduction zones (where one plate dips below the other) during earthquakes. Additionally, a horizontal north–south shift of up to 2 m was detected.
This image was generated using data acquired by Sentinel-1A before and after the earthquake event.
This image was originally released by the DLR German Aerospace Center.
Read more about mapping the Nepal quake with satellites.
Credit: DLR-ZKI
The displacement or the difference in apparent direction of an object as seen from two different points not on a straight line with the object... also I find it hard to see the "whole" frame in the small view finder, guess I forgot I have a head 😄 Camera works great (at least at fast speeds)
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Urban displacement.
Rubbish of a life.
Too heavy a burden.
Decatur (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
4 December 2020.
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Took this out of the car window on the way to the cinema yesterday. It could be better. It's perhaps a little 'vibrant'!
Separation. Displacement. Asunder.
A boundary. A union. A contradiction.
Diremptio is incongruity and antithesis, in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment, like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.
An ongoing series.