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From my set, "Ectoplasm:"
The brand new and all-female Ghostbusters crew will drive this 80s Cadillac hearse wagon according to director Paul Feig’s tweet published last night. Yeah or meh?
The original car was famously a 1959 Cadillac, already an old car by the time the film made its debut in 1984. The new one is also old-school, it’s a 1980s Cadillac Fleetwood Station Wagon. Think it’s destined to be a classic too?
The movie supposed to hit the screens next summer starring Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon and Leslie Jones wearing the jumpsuits, while Chris Hemsworth takes care of the calls as their secretary. According to Comingsoon, it will also feature Andy Garcia as the Mayor of NYC, Niel Casey as the villain, The Wire’s Michael K. Williams as “Hawkins” and Matt Walsh as “Rouke”.
Paul Feig’s team is currently shooting the film in New York before relocating to Boston to finish it off.
As for the ladies, they don’t just have to drive a big ass Cadillac around the busy city, but also carry some rather heavy backpacks to work.
jalopnik.com/heres-the-new-ecto-1-from-the-2016-ghostbust...
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This Lego miniland-scale 1984 Cadillac Series 75 Ambulance / Hearse - (Ghostbusters 2016) has been created for Flickr LUGNuts' 101st Build Challenge, titled - 'A Matter of Life and Death!'. In this challenge, any vehicle can be built that associates with the themes of life or death.
What a courageous little critter! :)
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From my set, "Ectoplasm:"
Spectrophobia (from Latin: spectrum, n. specio, an appearance, form, image of a thing; an apparition, spectre) or catoptrophobia (from Greek κάτοπτρον kátoptron, "mirror") is a kind of specific phobia involving a morbid fear of mirrors. This phobia is distinct from eisoptrophobia, which is the fear of one's own reflection.
Generally, an individual that deals with spectrophobia has been traumatized in an event where they believe they have seen or heard apparitions or ghosts. The individual could also become traumatized by horror films, television shows, or by nightmares. This fear could be the result of a trauma involving mirrors. It could also be the result of the person’s superstitious fear of being watched through the mirror.
Sufferers of catoptrophobia can fear the breaking of a mirror bringing extreme bad luck. They can fear the thought of something frightening jumping out of the mirror or seeing something disturbing inside of it next to their own reflection when looking directly at it. Others fear that it is a link to the preternatural world or a gateway into another world. Some also fear their own reflection in the darkness, as it can appear distorted in strange ways. Some people may also fear being pulled into the mirror by some preternatural force.
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I was coming back from Pioneer Park, having photographed Coit Tower in green, and decided to stop at an old spot to see how the ectoplasmic-green tower factored into the composition, as a color.
Well, it's kind of a small green factor in the background. Haha.
Seriously, there is something about complimentary colors that is appealing in night photography.
A very close friend of mine grew-up in an apartment house on the other side of Washington Square in the 30's and 40's and I have some very good memories of strolling around North Beach in the 80's and 90's while she would point-out what places used to be where and so forth. Very cool stuff. Having friends that much older has been great. Clint Eastwood asked her dad if they could use the rooftop for a scene in "Dirty Harry," but he said no because of the bad omens it might cause. Who knows? Haha.
Anyway, thanks for having a look! Oh, and the reason for the green color was not only St. Patrick's Day but also "The one-hundreth birthday of the Girl Scouts of America." I was quoting the colored lights dude. Remember the mint cookies they would sell?
The medium sneezed and all was revealed, (Madame Desmarais was famed for her psychic sternutation). The apparition bloomed from her mouth and immediately demanded, "Tea! Tea in my favourite barnacle cup!" then swiftly evaporated leaving us all wide eyed and quite shaken. Later that evening Ms. Desmarais reported feeling most unwell and retired from our company to her bed whereupon she turned a ghastly pallor and fell deeply asleep. The morning after she was found by her chambermaid, "Fastened by some unseen force to her bed and clutching a teapot. She didn't loose that teapot for three days as madame was in some kind of unyielding stupor!". Then the barnacles started to appear...
“A Little Tale”…
Everyone, especially big metropolitan city dwellers, think that living in a small town is idyllic. They believe it must be wonderful knowing all your neighbors, visiting them, socializing with them, knowing the local law enforcement, the teachers, coaching soccer, in walking distance of the Post Office, and feeling safe. Well, nothing could be farther from the truth.
I know because I live in a small town. My family has lived here for generations and generations before me. No one ever thinks of living anywhere else. Most small towns think small.
Why? Well, it may be because the small town inhabitants stay in their small town, isolated, and never learn or experience anything new from “the outside world”. So, they hold the same beliefs as their parents did and their grandparents. Nothing ever changes and they like it that way.
Plus, everyone does not get along as one would imagine in a small town. It is not like living in a Thomas Kincaid painting. Everyone knows all your business and there are no secrets. Plus, once you are pegged a certain way, that is how people think of you your entire life. So, if the town sees you as a nerd, well, you will always be the town nerd.
They do not question anything and have no desire to learn more or challenge their beliefs. They are content to be the same. Well, not me. I don’t belong here and I can’t figure out how I ended up being born here. I plan to get out. But, until then, I am learning all I can and expanding what I believe.
We have a library, if you can call it that, but, it is really a joke. It is attached to Ed’s gas station over on Elm Road by the big oak and there are probably only 150 or so books in it. And, as far as computers go, I think three people in the whole town own one and they are really really old.
If anyone knew what I was studying, well, I shudder to think. Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was different and I believed in different things. I am fascinated by the moon and nature. I always felt myself being drawn to witchcraft.
So, since there are no witches in this small town and I don’t want anybody to know or even suspect, last summer, I went to one of the nearest big cities and they had a Barnes and Noble bookstore. Boy, I could not believe all the books, ideas, concepts, art, and music. And, there were so many books on witchcraft, it took me hours to pick the right one so I could learn it and practice it on my own until I got out of my town.
I have to study and practice in secret. It’s funny; no one pays attention to you until you have a secret. It is as if they can smell it on you. Then, all of a sudden, everyone’s eyes are on your every move. Nobody really paid much attention to me until I came back from the city that summer. Then, everyone seemed to be curious about me.
Maybe I smelled to them like a person from “the outside world”.
I live with my Dad. My Mom died years ago and my Dad works long hours in his pizza parlor. That is good for me because I am home alone a lot and I can study my craft and practice it.
I was able to get some items for my altar the second time I went to the big city. When my Dad’s at work, I set up my altar with what I have acquired so far and practice my spell work.
My altar, which is really a table that I painted and decorated myself, has really beautiful things on it. I made sure to buy really nice things, but, it does not have all the items a real witch has. But, nonetheless, it is a good one. I consecrated it and it I love it. It is set up and hidden in the back of my closet in my bedroom.
I study the moon, the seasons, and I, quietly to myself, observe the Sabbaths. I have my book on witchcraft practically memorized, which makes me think the Goddess is proud of me. I pray to her to help me get out of this town soon and I think I will. I have a new confidence about me. Finally, I am evolving into who I really am. And, when I leave this place, I will be able to practice my religion freely and openly away from spying eyes and judgmental people.
~ Marsha J. West, Author
Note: This is my original “A Little Tale”. It is my personal creative property and is not to be stolen, copied or reprinted in any medium without prior approval from me.
Apologies to those who favourited the earlier version.
Diabolus fecit me facere. (The devil made me do it)
...garden star
"When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so."
My photographs and videos and any derivative works are my private property and are copyright © by me, John Russell (aka “Zoom Lens”) and ALL my rights, including my exclusive rights, are reserved. ANY use without my permission in writing is forbidden by law.
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From my set, "Ectoplasm:"