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Amanda carved this awesome Sacred Geometry Flower of Life pumpkin last night and we decided to showcase it by doing a little light painting. We are pretty weird folks and we started decorating for Halloween at the beginning of September. We setup this little graveyard in the dirt that is our yard and strung a bunch of fake cobwebs through several of the cedar trees that surround our house. When we went out last weekend to paint with Digicord, I gave them a set of RGB led keychains and they gave me one of their orange orb tools. I really am thrilled to have this thing and to have acquired it from such a great artist is really an honor. Amanda has taken to practicing this shape and I think it works very well for her. She was in Color Guard in highschool and the wrist movements for this kind of light painting are very natural for her.
We used a custom built light gun that Amanda's dad, Bruce Ogletree, constructed when he was an active photographer. It's about 2 feet long and made of metal pipe. It has interchangeable snoots and filters that Bruce fashioned himself. It's got a powerful halogen bulb, an internal power supply, and a built in cooling fan that is sadly not working very effectively and we can only use it in cool weather. This light gun with a dark green Kola filter was used to paint the gravestones and the pumpkin.
"Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me..."
Pink Floyd - Echoes
The subject of the video is some canned tomatoes I was cooking to put on spaghetti. The reverb effect was done with Cubase, and the video was shot with a Nikon D7000.
- Josh
Airbus A380-841
MSN 124
G-XLEC
British Airways
BAW BA
[270 mm - NO CROP]
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Jack of Diamonds
Echoes
Acte 1
It was during a warm August that for two weeks my 17-year-old twin sister and I house-sat while our parents were off galivanting in Italy and France.
Our neighbor, and mutual childhood friend Ginny spent those weekends with us.
That first weekend Cadie and Ginny were invited to attend a Friday evening, very formal, affair with a classmate (Lily ) and her wealthy parents.
The girls had tried to have me added, but the excuse was that since Lily’s two (muscular) rugby-playing male cousins were also going as escorts for Cadie and Ginny, I would have been the odd man out. And for Lily’s snooty parents, that just would never do.
Though the two girls felt bad about me staying home alone, this was too exciting of an experience to miss out on. So I accepted my missing out without demure, agreeing that they should, by all means, go, despite the elephant looming in the room.
Said elephant being that Lily was attending the affair without a gentleman's escort. Three girls to Two lads, the math just did not add up in Lily’s parent's world.
My Sister and Ginny got themselves all royally dolled up for the evening, both looking far too radiant for me not to be going out with them and soaking up their attractive, almost magnetic, allure.
Cadie had slipped into her really beautiful ultra soft, slickly shiny, high scoop-necked gown of emerald green
A hugging bodice affair, with a tight fitted pleated waistline from which spilled down the skirt in a most pleasing swishy fashion. Her long silken red hair was down, falling fluidly over her shoulders and along her back.
She was wearing out Mum’s good emeralds that evening.
A v-shaped necklace of seven oval emeralds, each green stone surrounded by round white diamonds. The rest of the matching set was made up of long non pierced three emerald/diamond stone hanging earrings, a wide cuff style bracelet, and two rings( one on each index finger). She had also pinned a magnificent round broach teamed with small dangling diamonds onto the centre of the waist of her vibrant gown, which completed the glittery display.
Ginny was also far too pretty, being elegantly encased in a slithering long black spaghetti strap silk affair with a modest v-neckline, and a long slit in the skirt. It was a new gown, and the rich sheen of it trapped and cruelly held my lustful attention.
Her more modern jewellery consisted of a necklace containing a row of matching round diamonds, and, like Cadie’s, her long curled auburn hair was down, through which hung her matching 5 diamond drop, pierced hook earrings which were titillatingly swaying in and out of her curled locks of hair.
Ginny had also borrowed my sister's rhinestone bracelet.
The decadent bracelet is something special, a real cracker which the word dazzling would be a major understatement.
The attractive piece is a 13-centimeter, five-strand diamond sparkler. The two outer strands were set with stones about 1 1/2 carats in size. The middle strand was set with 3-carat pear-shaped rhinestones. My sister bought it online at a site called Windsor Royal.
And it looked like something royalty would wear, granted theirs would be real and worth a cool million if not more.
Finishing the ultra-dazzling effect, Ginny had slipped on four real diamond rings, two glittering stunners placed on two long painted nail fingers per hand.
Sis took no wrap, whereas Ginny was richly wearing a black 3/4 sleeve satin jacket.
On the right side of the shiny jacket, in even line with her necklace, was pinned an owl-shaped diamond-filled pin.
For the evening, Cadie had “borrowed” father’s classic Triumph Spitfire to drive to the affair, which was being held at the poshly Glewstone Court in Herefordshire.
(Link below)
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After seeing the pair off, I puttered around a bit to keep my mind off things. Then becoming bored, I went into the family room to watch an old black and white noir movie titled “Chase a Crooked Shadow”, which I could not get into, my brain still buzzing over my being home instead of out with my girls.
After the movie, I went to my room and picked up the novel I had started, “The Day of the Jackel”.
I went down to the cellar and selected a bottle of wine. Going back upstairs to the kitchen I placed it inside a filled ice bucket.
Then going into my father’s study I took out a bottle of Irish whiskey from his liquor cabinet along with a glass, and several cigars.
I took the lot, along with two wine glasses, out onto the pagoda in Mum’s gardens and set it all out on the table.
Going back inside I changed into black nylon running pants and a black turtleneck, then turning on the radio that played out on the speakers in the pagoda, I found a station with music I could tolerate, and went back outside.
Taking ice from the container holding the chilled wine, I placed it in my glass and poured a measure of the Irish into it. Then putting a lit match to one of the cigars, I settled into thoughtful contemplation as I looked around my surroundings, watching as the cigar smoke lazily drifted off.
Our parent's house is set on the edge of an estate, one and a quarter hectares in size, surrounded on three sides by ancient woodlands. Half the lot is taken up by a hedged garden. In the back of the gardens, 1/2 of a kilometer through the woods, lies the old unused cemetery that has always been treated as Cadie’s, Ginny’s, and myself’s (plus other friends), personal playground.
That last thought opened a train of others, leading back to my disheartenment over not being invited to attend this evening's reception.
Sighing as I pictured the gorgeously clad girls dancing with Lily’s cousins at the affair, I opened my book and tried losing my miserable self in it.
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It was nearly three long hours later, minutes before one o’clock, before I heard the welcoming sounds of the spitfire’s engine roaring down our road and turning into our driveway.
I put my book and cigar down, pulled out the chilled wine bottle, and filled the two waiting wine glasses. Then poured myself another measure of whisky and settled back to watch the long-awaited show I knew the returning girls would put on.
I was not disappointed.
The happy pair soon came through the open patio doors, both mesmerizing in the sexy fluidly slinky gowns and the titillating sparkling jewels, they were both wearing with appealing glamour.
I could only imagine the stir these two had to have caused at the party.
They soon spotted me and approached the pagoda. I met them as they came swishing up the pagoda stairs and helped seat them, my hand lingering for a few delicious seconds on Ginny’s ultra-soft satin jacket-covered shoulder as I did so.
I sat, watched, and listened as the bewitchingly attired pair recounted their evening’s adventures. The two of them talking at the same time, sometimes even about the same thing.
Then finally there was a lull as they simultaneously drank more wine.
Gulping down wine, Cadie, taking a deep breath, grabbed my hand so hard her rings were digging into my flesh.
I looked at her excited face over the rim of my whiskey glass, the emeralds she had “borrowed “ from Mum flicking their posh fire. In her rush to blurt it out, She stumbled over her words…
“O…Oui Lad, They arrested a thief at the party tonight !”
Before I could say anything about that edgy remark, Ginny piped in…
“A police constable and a detective approached this gentleman at the bar and took him away in handcuffs. Don’t know why, the poor sod. Cadie is convinced he is a thief. ”
Cadie looked at Ginny, then me, with wide mascara-painted eyes…
“But he had to have been a thief don’t you see…. They wouldn’t take a man away in cuffs for just any reason. And with all of us there wearing out valuable jewels, it just stands to reason that’s why he was there in the first place. They just caught him before he probably could do any further mischief. We’ll have to ask Father when he returns.”
Our father is a local police super when he’s not vacationing.
My sister with exuberance, continued…
“And I actually had a dance with him before all that. He also knew what type of car I was driving, very suspicious”
Finally given the time to answer, I looked at her.
“If he was a thief, What was he stealing then, anything turns up missing?”
Cadie looked at us both.
“Not that we know of, but I tell you he was too suave not to be a blackguard, a jewel thief maybe even?”
Ginny gently nudged her
“Don’t sound so disappointed luv.”
Ginny catching me in the act of studying over the two of them, giggled…
Don’t worry my luv, we took inventory after they carted him off. All jewelry, wallets, and purses were present and accounted for, though I think Cadie here was disappointed by that fact. ”
Cadie chirped in defending her concerns.
“And we weren’t the only ones, looking ourselves over, and I’m not disappointed.”
Then she added with a sigh of disappointment …
“Though I suppose he was not a real thief, only did something mundane like account fraud.”
I rose to say…
“Late parking tickets I would assume. You know how the authorities love to overreact over misdemeanors. Now ladies, please excuse me, I need to use the loo.”
They both looked at me smiling as I left. I smiled back, my mind working full time as I allowed a final glance at their pleasant sleekly gown-covered figures, exquisitely jeweled and possibly even a little more susceptibility and vulnerable now that they were drinking wine.
For their chatter about possibly meeting a real thief echoing in my head had placed my thoughts in that direction.
By the time I made it back inside I had decided that the two of them had been tempting fate at the party by wearing out those jewels. So even though they may have escaped one possible thief, it would be interesting to see what happens if they met another.
To be continued
Link to the party venue
An echo to another "echo" (the original danish design"
Through the windows of an old deserted hotel in S'Chanf, Engadine, Switzerland The trees in the white part are actually showing through the window of the other side of the hotel... I wanted to get a picture of them but this was the best view of them I could find.
Statue of king Leonidas in Sparta, Greece - Love the limestone-marble like color of the Helmet's ridge, although it's made of bronze . Not mine/taken by me . The author is someone named 'TPopova' .
1898.
This photograph depicts a southwest view of the Echo Mountain House. It was a huge white hotel with a veranda encompassing a sweeping panorama of the mountain and the valley below. The area also included the original Echo Mountain House ("the Chalet"), a dormitory, a powerhouse, a museum, an observatory (at right) and a search light. The entire Echo Mountain complex became known as the "White City" or the "City on the Mount." Completed in 1894, the Echo Mountain House burned to the ground in 1900.
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I made the binding on the back wider than the binding on the front. I could pretend that this was a purely aesthetic choice, but it really had more to do with my backing fabric not being quite wide enough.
Echo Crater in Waimangu Volcanic Rift Valley, near Rotorua, New Zealand. Steam bubbled up in the shallows here, yet it was cool enough for water fowl further out. An amazing place.
This was a request by Brandon Lima, who found this tidbit in the archive (click his name to see his work on the matter). Located in the Large Magellanic Cloud, within this WFPC2 shaped chunk of space are two things of note. At the lower right and partially off the frame is the aptly named Honeycomb Nebula. Above that are two white arcs one might mistake for just another piece of cloud, but they are in fact light echos emanating from the nearby sn1987a. If you would like to see the light echo in action, click here.
Note: I increased the saturation of the colors. Greenish H-alpha is due to filter selection.
HST Proposal 9111 - The UV Light Echo of Shock Breakout During SN 1987A
Red: hst_09111_06_wfpc2_f814w_wf_sci
Green: hst_09111_06_wfpc2_f675w_wf_sci
Blue: hst_09111_06_wfpc2_f555w_wf_sci
North is NOT up. It is 17.9° clockwise from up.
An HST set Richard Branson's Virgin rebranders haven't yet got their paintbrushes on: an East Coast-liveried Inter-City 125 formation, with power car 43208 'Lincolnshire Echo' leading, races past Violet Hill Farm, Ryther, whilst threading the Vale of York as the 07.55 Inverness-London King's Cross service. @14.03
It's hard to tell from the photo, but Echo, the barred owl, is vocalizing in my direction, warning me to back away!
J.O.D. Echos Story Teaser C
I watched as the slick silken gown clad young lass cluelessly moved on ahead along the shadowy cobblestone garden path, lined with the red roses she had occasionally been stopping to smell on her travels.
Soon she disappeared, slipping around a corner.
It was then I looked down at the shimmering broach lying out upon my palm.
I smiled, the lift had been made using a perfectly executed “Bump, Press, to Squeeze off” play against her tingling smooth gown.
A play move that I really should patent because of its effectiveness.
The 44th Chapter of Depthcore , "ECHOES" is officialy live here! www.depthcore.com/chapter/echoes/
This is one in a series of three drawings I made for this chapter.
Glen Echo Family Nudist Park was the home of the Toronto Gymnosophical Society (TGS)
1955 – 2009
Glen Echo Park was the name of the property north of Toronto that hosted the Toronto Gymnosophical Society (TGS). The group had been without a permanent location until Eddy and Mary Todorowsky purchased the 100 acre property on their behalf in 1955. Initially, the Todorowskys developed and managed the land and facilities while TGS collected fees, paid Glen Echo Park for use, organized events and promoted the club. In 1967, the Todorowskys took over TGS and assumed control of all facets of the club. When it closed, Glen Echo featured a 10,000-square-foot (930 m2) clubhouse with indoor pool, sauna, whirlpool, snack bar and recreation space. The park also had a swimming pond, an outdoor children’s swimming pool, a playground, two tennis courts, two beach volleyball courts, a pétanque court, a five-unit motel, a washroom/shower area and a number of unserviced campsites.
See pictures of Glen Echo from September 2009; just a few weeks prior to its close. www.flickr.com/GlenEcho
In a letter dated August 21st, Mary and Edward Todorowsky announced that the park would be closed effective October 1st, 2009. This came as quite a shock to the membership since it was always understood that the park would be sold to someone who would maintain the land as a nudist club. A 1962 agreement to that effect was signed between the members and the Todorowskys. Further commitments to that effect were repeated in both verbal and written communications over the years. After the Todorowskys formally indicated that they were looking to sell in their 2005 newsletter, several offers were made by various parties in the community. A few were even accepted but for reasons that were never clear, the Todorowskys never concluded any of them. Consequently, the August 2009 announcement of the sale and closure came as quite a surprise. Given only a month’s notice, many members felt betrayed. Some had significant investments in elaborate cabins that could not easily be moved. As a result, some of them contested the sale using various legal methods. While they has some initial successes, they ultimately failed.
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