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This is an HDR merge of a few shots taken from the Washington Monument on Easter morning. In spite of the complete dysfunction inside the structure, it's still quite majestic. I'm hoping for a change in leadership in 2018.
Remember when warts were, like, "in"?
I don't mean in style in the fashion sense. I mean "in" as in talked about by advertisers and media. You know... like erectile dysfunction, and depression, and herpes, and all the myriad illnesses championed these days in TV and magazine ads.
When I was a kid, society's concerns (at least in that department) seemed to be simpler... more down to earth. Like dandruff. And bad breath. And stinky pits. And warts.
I remember the wart thing well because I had them. And Compound W ads were, in those days, inescapable. They started with a young woman crying. And someone asking, "Why the tears?" And her choked up reply was a sniffle and a single, painful word: "Warts."
Oh, the humanity.
Still... I guess the advertising worked. Because I tried Compound W. I also tried sliced raw potatoes. And every other going "cure" for warts in the day. Nothing seemed to make a difference. I had superwarts. Apparently immune to any and all human interventions.
I had this one on the inside of my right elbow. It was massive. Composed of many many long rooty things and protruding at least an inch (no exaggeration), it was roughly the size of a pencil eraser. And because it stuck out, it was always getting snagged on things... zippers, hems, sleeve holes, twigs when I was climbing trees.
It reached its peak of glory in about Grade 5. We were outside, high jumping... going over the bar onto a mat composed of chunks of foam, held together with netting. I was in my element. All the kids hated me, but I was fast and springy and a very good jumper. And so... as they raised the bar higher and higher... it came down to just me and one other girl still taking turns while the others stood and watched.
As I rolled across the mat after finishing my last jump, I felt this tugging on my elbow. And because it didn't hurt, I didn't realize I'd basically torn the wart off on the snaggy stringy netting. As I walked back to take my place for the next jump, the other kids started making faces, going "Ewwww!" and pointing and laughing... which (sad to say) was not at all unusual for me. So... again, I didn't really think anything of it. Until I saw all the blood.
I enjoyed a day of elementary school semi-fame... with kids paying positive attention to me. Instead of just making fun of me, they actually tried being nice... just so they could gawk at the gaping bleeding hole in my arm where the wart had been.
We searched some for the wart, too. But it must have ended up on the ground. Or lost somewhere in the spongy chunks of the highjump mat. Whatever. That was the end of my elbow wart. The hole healed and that was that. And that was the end of my warts in general.
Until I turned 40. Suddenly, the warts were back. And not in fun, easy places like my elbow. See that thing just above my eyelid? Yep, it's a wart. And... just like the one I used to have on my elbow, it's made of many rooty things and sticks way out... and it's growing at an alarming rate. I have a new one on one of my fingers, too... and it's not just rooty and sticky-outy... it has nice black hairs growing out of it!!!
The one by my eye will have to be removed (as have several others which were growing on the same eyelid). It's a fast, fairly painless procedure. My doctor dabs them with liquid nitrogen, they dry up and they fall off. Well... most of the time. The one you can see here has already been zapped twice. So I'm hoping it'll be third time lucky.
The one on my finger... that I'm keeping. It's not like it's in the way or anything. And... hmmm... who knows. I may even shoot it one of these days. After all, it's part of me. Part of who I am. Part (as I like to joke) of my Eastern European heritage.
So... yeah. This is me. Warts and all. It was just a test shot, but I really like the light... especially in the tulip leaves.
I've driven by this abandoned railroad car for years and never went inside. I'm glad I decided to stop, it's my new favorite location! Steven Sites came to visit me in Georgia this weekend! You can see his photos from the weekend here. Thanks to Steven for letting me borrow his camera for this! The 5D Mark II with a 50mm f/1.2 = heavenly. I like how this turned out, even though the crop is abnormal and the processing isn't what I normally do.
Check out the before and after here!
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Got woken at 8 by a text informing me that the ENT appointment I had been waiting for and should have been taking place today, was cancelled, but they would ring me about a new appointment. Around ten, I got a phone call - to tell me that someone would be ringing me within the next "one to two weeks" to reschedule. Utterly frustrating - and they didn't offer any advice over what to do over my gummed up ear and sinues in the meantime. Then two Severn Trent water workers knocked on my door - a pipe which they think (they weren't sure) was attached to my property - was leaking into the street. Their boss turned up, they all had a look and didn't manage to sort it out, so went away again. I'd experienced no issue with water pressure, so it may have been a drain issue, or someone in the house behind me, further up the hill having issues. Then it snowed....
This bison cow and calf have more clearly and concisely expressed my opinion much better than I can about the debates and activities that are ongoing in our national circus headquartered in Washington D.C.
Apologies to anyone who finds this picture offensive, but I find the current dysfunction and lack of cooperation just as offensive. I just couldn't resist this one. This picture was originally to be titled "bad manners" ... maybe that's what I'm showing today.
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, USA, June 2014
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During my engineering career, I designed physical bridges to connect what was once disconnected. In my career as a photographer and writer, I use photographs and words to hopefully connect what may have been disconnected in the lives of my viewers and readers. None of the physical bridges I designed have ever failed, but some of my attempts at using photographs and words to help heal the dysfunctions and traumas of life that people have experienced has failed. I've learned it is far easier to design a physical bridge than it is to help someone bridge an emotional gap. But that won't keep me from trying again and again.
Harmony Way Bridge
New Harmony, IN
2024
© James Rice, All Rights Reserved
Schizophrenia is a chronic, severe, and disabling brain disorder that affects about 1.1 percent of the U.S. population age 18 and older in a given year. People with schizophrenia sometimes hear voices others don’t hear, believe that others are broadcasting their thoughts to the world, or become convinced that others are plotting to harm them. These experiences can make them fearful and withdrawn and cause difficulties when they try to have relationships with others. Distortions in perception may affect all five senses, including sight, hearing, taste, smell and touch, but most commonly manifest as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking with significant social or occupational dysfunction. Onset of symptoms typically occurs in young adulthood. Diagnosis is based on the patient's self-reported experiences and observed behavior. No laboratory test for schizophrenia currently exists.
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explored #2!! thanks all
i agree with Christa, this is a very serious illness that is joked about far too much...
i cant remeber the last time i used a texture... but i gave in.
I think Puddle of Mudd taught the world about this. :P
Whyyy you ask? THIS is why.
ooooh i love that song. and the video.
I watched Changeling last night.
it was AAMZINGGGG.
i totally reccomend it to you all. Its kindof disturbing though... Has a mental hospital <3
im too weird :)
day 128
8 November 2020: Update on The Corona Pandemic – The average number of people testing positive per day over the past week has fallen with a quarter. Belgium also reported a slight fall in the total number of patients being hospitalized with the virus, however, the pressure on intensive care units continues to rise and the number of deaths has gone up. The reproduction number came down to 0.99. There was also other good news. Last evening the US media declared Joe Biden as next president. What a week! This was a close election, far closer than it should have been, and there is simply no excuse for that. If we were looking at a foreign country with America’s level of political dysfunction, we would probably consider it on the edge of becoming a failed state. Anyway, let’s hope that the worst of the pandemic is behind us and that the US slowly but surely will recover from the deepest political crisis it has seen in decades. On display today is a panoramic shot of the Graslei, one of the most beautiful spots in the center of the city – Graslei, Ghent, Belgium.
This card is part of a series of ATCs/ACEOs that feature one letter of the alphabet needlefelted onto a contrasting color of wool.
The card is the standard size (2 1/2" x 3 1/2") and is made with 100% sheep wool. The letter and background are both needlefelted with a single barbed needle onto a white wool base.
This card (and the alphabet series) came about because both of my daughters are learning their alphabet and starting to read and write. Both are hands-on, visual learners. They are using the cards to put the letters in alphabetical order, group vowels/consonants, and spell words.
I use a rather eclectic approach for homeschooling, and like aspects of both the Waldorf and Montessori philosophies.
This combines the Waldorf aspect in that the item is made from all-natural, beautiful materials.
It is a modification of the Montessori aspect in that rather than working with wooden shapes of letters as a child learns her/his alphabet, reads, and spells, the child works with the image in wool.
For families/teachers/home educators, please see my profile for more information.
For those who enjoy trading ATCs, if you are interested in trading one of your cards for this needlefelted one, please comment below or email me.
We're Here! : Experiment in Lighting
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Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60 X30 softbox camera right. Reflector camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
Many years ago Steve MacDonell dubbed the grotto " The eating grotto with a caving dysfunction "! Every year Spencer Mountain Grotto hosts its annual picnic. This years picnic was held at Cumberland Caverns and (the best eating photo in my collection) features the Geez.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBb8PtBk20M
Disillusion, dissension
One love for a life but no life for one love
No sacrifice, no compromise
Misunderstandings and we’re fed up staying
If one feeling can hurt a man
I wanna be inhuman
I ain’t got no lust for pleasure
I don’t want to suffer
Dysfunction, distortion
See the modern quest, the blooming of itself
Don’t look backward, don’t look forward
This generation waits for a revelation
If one feeling can hurt a woman
She wanna be inhuman
Is there anyone who can help her ?
She doesn’t want to suffer
Tell me if it’s a game
See your empty life
Tell me if it’s a shame
See my empty life
Division, destruction
Nuclear family has one foot in the grave
Solitude in the hive
One point for self-service lives
I like your void, do you like mine ?
We’re glad untogether
I like your freedom, do you like mine ?
See us when it’s better
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Back in March of this year, I started a Journal of sorts chronicling the rise of coronavirus cases and deaths in Louisiana. There were a lot of misguided ideas back then, even among health care workers. At the time there were 34 deaths in Louisiana from COVID-19.
After a while this journal simply got to damned depressing. Today, Louisiana has suffered 6,767 deaths and has had 264,191 confirmed cases. I have witnessed the anguish of families separated while their loved ones die a long tormented unnecessary death.
Many say our government failed us. We always try to place blame elsewhere. But the reality is we failed ourselves. Handwashing works. Social distancing works. And yes, masking does too.
The numbers are undeniable. There is simply no way that people are not aware of the science and the numbers. Yet our country still traveled en masse for the Thanksgiving holiday. So I have to come to the unpleasant conclusion that my countrymen are pathetically stupid or they simply do not give a shit about the lives of others. Either case is reprehensible.
And that makes all of us in health care ask ourselves....... are these lives worth the risk to my own life? Think about that. And make smart choices.
We're Here! : Christmas Dysfunction
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It's a quiet Saturday afternoon with temperatures in the 90s as Rapid City, Pierre & Eastern train M-MNAU29, otherwise known as the Mankato Job, heads west past the C&NW passenger depot. The last passenger train to stop here was the Dakota 400 in 1960. In the background is the C&NW freight depot. I'll leave it to you to figure out the caption.
Ataxia - Automatic writting
Ataxia (from Greek α- [used as a negative prefix] + -τάξις [order], meaning "lack of order") is a neurological sign and symptom that consists of gross lack of coordination of muscle movements. Ataxia is a non-specific clinical manifestation implying dysfunction of the parts of the nervous system that coordinate movement, such as the cerebellum. Several possible causes exist for these patterns of neurological dysfunction.
November 2011
Introducing the "M.P.C.U 200" or Mobile Personal Climatification Unit 200 Series.
To be used in the not too distant future for a walk in the great out-doors after pollution levels have forced us to basically live in protected environments. Alice looks on with bemusement
The M.P.C.U is a processional performance, part of The Mobile Personal Series, showcasing impractical designed products for a not-too-distant future. SATISFIXATION LLC pushes its audience to examine social dysfunction as a consequence of over-reliance on technology. The performances question our relationship with technology and its effect on our collective experience in an increasingly urbanized world.
The We're Here! gang is visiting Christmas Dysfunction today.
My heart rate was elevated for a few days, and I was having the sensation of strong beating, so I went to the clinic. They sent me to the ER, where I got an ECG and blood test. They sent me home with a Holter monitor to track my heart activity over 24 hours. They also gave me a prescription for Lorazepam and referred me to counselling.
Honestly, the first six months of isolation was no problem for me. I grew up on a tiny island. Isolation is my happy place. But now, I find myself full of fear and dread, crying on the couch, not looking forward to anything, and just anxious and scared almost all the time.
So yeah, probably a good thing that this happened. But a great example of Christmas dysfunction for today's photo!!
Cracked the sketch on this one after being up for about 40 hours straight ( Broke night to catch a 6am flight..got to Florida, got paint, got to the spot..etc )
Had a lot of fun rockin this one..Team Dysfunction in the house.
NYC: NYGASP / Utopia Limited
New York Gilbert & Sullivan Players
Stephen Quint, Laurelyn Watson Chase, David Wannen, Erika Person, Stephen O'Brien
Nikon D700 | Nikon 70-200@175 | ƒ5.6 | 1/125s | ISO400 | Handheld
SB-600 #1 off-camera left at TTL -0.3, SB-600 #2 off-camera right at TTL -1.0
Post-Processing: +0.33 EV (+/- as needed), +0.05 contrast, crop (as desired), +0.05 definition
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That's why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I'm coming to the crossroads
So I don't fear sh! t but tomorrow
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Elemental Series
Created using fundamental, natural elements. Water, natural elements and mineral samples are collected at the site of the picture - from the actual place depicted within the photograph. The depicted scene you see here is then created not just by exposing light on to the film but also by melding the organic samples with the film so the resulting image created more entirely from the scene itself.
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Elemental Series
Copenhagen, Denmark. Christiania sea channel water and herbs, seethed Laesoe ground water minerals.
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See more at: www.michaelrawling.com
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Autorretrato que fiz ontem, utilizei uma técnica diferente pra fazer essa, não sei se da pra perceber qual é só pela foto :p
Flappie
Flappie is a song by the Dutch comedian Youp van 't Hek about a rabbit with this name.
Flappie, Youp's rabbit, goes missing on Christmas morning 1961. Youp wants to look for Flappie, but his mother stops him and tells him that if he is going to play nicely, he will get a treat. Eventually the whole family goes looking, Youp is just not allowed to enter the bicycle shed. In the evening, Youp's father presents the rabbit as the main course during the Christmas dinner. The next day father is missing, whereupon Youp tells his mother that she is not allowed in the bicycle shed and if she is going to play nicely that she will get a treat.
We're here visiting Christmas dysfunction
Crazy Tuesday, song title
Vertigo (noun).
1. Vertigo (from the Latin vertō "a whirling or spinning movement") is a type of dizziness, where there is a feeling of motion when one is stationary. The symptoms are due to a dysfunction of the vestibular system in the inner ear... Consumption of too much ethanol (alcoholic beverages) can also cause notorious symptoms of vertigo.
2. Giddiness, lightheadedness, vertigo (a reeling sensation; a feeling that you are about to fall or to fly)
3. The music score for Alfred Hitchcock's 1958 film Vertigo was composed by Bernard Herrmann between 3 January and 19 February 1958.
So... it’s happened in Toronto, in its Historical Distillery District. Before my friends brought me there I just knew that it’s nice place where the people of Toronto loves to hang off (fancy restaurants, cafes, galleries etc...) Walking through this interesting place I found a strange structure which reminded me a roller coaster or Russian Mountains, where I had really bad experience. So... I was feeling dizziness or VERTIGO. Trying to make some improvement to my feelings, I decided to get into closest restaurant... Right there my friends told me the history of that place. The Distillery District is a historic and entertainment precinct located east of Downtown Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It contains numerous cafes, restaurants and shops housed within heritage buildings of the former Gooderham and Worts Distillery. The 13-acre (52,000 sq. m) district comprises more than 40 heritage buildings and 10 streets, and is the largest collection of Victorian era industrial architecture in North America. The Gooderham and Worts Distillery was founded in 1832, and by the late 1860s was the largest distillery in the world. Once providing over 2 million gallons of whisky, mostly for export on the world market, the company was bought out in later years by rival Hiram Walker Co., another large Canadian distiller... After listening this story I understood that I’m in a place where traditionally produced whisky and I thought that trying local drink will be the best improvement for my health...
Later I understood that my VERTIGO is not so bad thing, it’s just introduction to fulfilment of my childish wishes - to fly like a birds... I got out of the restaurant and understood that I can do it. Right near me I saw some men and women who also were ready to fly... A little more whisky and... we did it. We were flying in the sky and even seagulls couldn’t compete with us...
And finally, if you my greatful reader were not so bored by my story, go my way, and fly wherever you are. Look at the clock on my picture. Your start is in 12 minutes... Get your VERTIGO.
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for flying people
Much better viewed large View On Black
In some ways, this dark carnival series is more telling of my mental dysfunction than it is an artistic expression. So often, these concepts blend into a distorted swirl to the extent that I'm never really sure which is the dominant factor. But I have come to believe that they are co-dependent. The sense of artistic expression legitimizes at least a portion of my mental issues, and they in turn provide rocket fuel for the art. That's the short of it anyway.
As darkness descended over the carnival, I stopped interacting with the crowd and found myself withdrawing to the fringes, both metaphorically and literally. It's that disassociation that I wrote about in the previous post. I'm tapped into a sub-channel lurking just beneath the bright lights, festivity, and gaiety. I'm so detached from the people that I've unconsciously started shooting them is live silhouettes. Like living shadow people, stripped of personality and rendered in shades of gray and black. Odd thing is I still want them in the frame. Anytime I hunch down to line up a shot, I'm aware of a procession of very polite people suddenly stopping dead in their tracks. It takes a moment to realize they are pausing so as not to interrupt my photo. And that is precisely what I don't want. I wave them through, but the spontaneity is lost. I take to ducking down suddenly and shooting on the fly before I'm noticed. Ironically this style works best when I become as invisible to others as they are to me.
Bawcomville is a mill town in Louisiana where fortunately the mill is still the primary employer. Each year the hard working folk of Bawcomville (and those on parole) hold a self deprecating Christmas parade in the heart of town. Proceeds from this parade provide Christmas gifts for the children of Bawcomville. People come from as far away as Texas, Arkansas, Mississippi and New Orleans to witness the event.
We're Here! : Christmas Dysfunction
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Aodhan & Evie Ravens
Photo taken at Ravens Studio
Photographer Bryan Ravens
Editor Ravens Studio
Hold Me Like A Grudge
Fallout Boy
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WzjD-_psJ4
When you ask how I've been
I know you mean well, I know you mean well
Who am I dialing tonight? That's a bummer
Thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers
I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky
Screaming at the stars like night lights
And I love my life, love my life
Running middle fingers through the red lights
And I guess I'm getting older 'cause I'm less pissed
When I can't get onto the guest list
To the end of the world, the end of the world
Fever-dream tangerine sweat
When I get down, down
Silent killers are these years coming like waves
(You put the "fun" into dysfunction)
Hold me, hold me like a grudge
The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, woah
Faster and faster, can't do it on my own
Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah
So, hold me like a grudge