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Didn't catch any fish. But, the worst day fishing is still better than the best day working. Alviso, California.
Went looking for the Mountain Bluebird that was around our parts for the last week but came up emptyhanded. There was the normal field of Canadian Geese, with two lovely Snow Geese in amongst them.
Once again, I was out in the woods for hours, looking for wildlife with not much luck. Thankfully this beautiful female Cardinal appeared from nowhere and posed for a second, so I didn't have to go home emptyhanded!
Model & MUA: Casstronaut
Photography, concept, costume creation & design: Kindra Nikole Photography
Skirt base creation & design: Matt Castiglione
Assistant: Alli Chinn-Tupper
[This image is dedicated to my mother.
I know I said I'd be including blog posts with new dreamscapes shots at the same time as I release them, but I'm about to be gone on a trip for a bit, and I didn't want to leave you all emptyhanded. Emptyminded. Emptysomethinged.
Anyway, as per usual, the character and entire outfit was conceived of by myself, all of it handmade by me with the help of Cassie and my friend Matt who made the base of the skirt. More on all that in the blog post, which I will certainly post in the next few weeks. I will say that this character is directly inspired by Metropolis.
Special thanks to Alli for assisting and being a champ on this shoot, and another thank you to my friend Ryan for helping me with opinions and constructive feedback while I edited this.]
Advert outside a shop advertising 600 kinds of candy and claiming it's the freshes in town. I came out of the shop emptyhanded as they didn't have the sweets I wanted. :-(
118 pictures in 2018 # 104 Sweet or Sour
2018 one photo each day
Series of six. Returning from a very wet and unproductive walk round the local park today, I flushed a Sparrowhawk from my garden and thought I would not see it again today. Luckily it returned about a hour later and sat on five different locations in the garden before flying off emptyhanded. I missed the best clear shot on the fence getting my camera and another on the back of a bench but it was nice to get three different locations.
Teenager fox, very young and very skinny, we met on day I took this photo. Now she can recognize my voice and happily coming out to see me.
I'm coming every day and never emptyhanded :)
One of my favorite outdoor writers, humorist Patrick McManus, once wrote of his admiration for an older cousin. This “cousin” gave him the first good ideas of hiking/hunting gear, such as a pair of Converse tennis shoes that he had cut the toe box out of so he could get a better grip on slippery terrain. Did I say good idea? I should have said outstanding idea… but Joyce won’t let me cut the toe box out of my hikers. Oh, well.
This tree, perhaps one of the most iconic of trees along the Blue Ridge Parkway, appears to have had that same idea, as its exposed roots seem every bit as though this old cherry tree is hanging on by its toenails. I’m sure many will recognize it as the tree along Craggy Pinnacle Trail, where the trail departs its level start and becomes more vertical in ascent.
May of this year started out quite nicely here in Durham, North Carolina, yet quickly devolved into weather that is more like we would expect in July or early August. In other words, swelteringly hot! Many plants in my gardens were still in their tender stage of growth and became distressed. While the upper elevations of our mountains didn’t quite experience the heat we had in the lowlands, the Catawba rhododendron bloomed about two to three weeks earlier than normal, likely due to warmer conditions there… and I missed it! I had cruised up to the Roan Highlands in the middle of May... the rhododendron blooms there were still wrapped up tight.
This day in June had cooled off quite a bit, because rainfall in the area had reached toad strangler capacity – “toad strangler” – southern terminology that should be self-explanatory. After exploring many high regions of the parkway without finding Catawba blooms that hadn’t already come and gone. I also found no joy at Craggy Gardens, known for the rhodos in a large setting, other than a few found on the forest floor, as evidenced in this image. I didn’t walk out emptyhanded, however… besides, the world needs one more picture of this old tree in such moody conditions. Take that, world!
It's Movie Night again and Stormtrooper has big plans for lots of movies and lots of food. When the guys showed up, they were not surprised to see STB working on his latest project for the P.
TK-432: Well, lookie here. Nice layout, bro. Lemmie guess, you still have loads of angles to get before the fun begins.
TK-1110: Knew we should have stopped by the library to borrow some fake lightsaber props for your little photo.
STB: Great idea, but those fake props don't light up, and would look pretty lame just sitting there. Don't laugh - I already checked them out.
TK-432: Guess you labored over a hot stove all day making that lasagna. It looks lip smacking good, too. I just love Movie Nights!
STB: Thanks, but don't let your hair down just yet. See those lollypops? I heard a rumor Little Dude might stop by, didn't want him to leave emptyhanded.
TK-1110: Well, as long and the food and movies last, I don't care who shows up. Let the good times roll!
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Viewing Large is always fun. Just click in the image.
Huge credit to my man BluJay for cowriting the issue with me on this. www.flickr.com/photos/148814185@N06/
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2003
“Here we are.” John says, stopping near the front of the elementary school for Jemahl and Nat’s first day in second grade.
“Alright, you two know which classes you need to go to?”
“Yeah, see you.” Jemahl replies immediately, grabbing his backpack and heading out the door.
“And you Nat?” John asks Nat, looking nervous.
“Uncle John,” She looks up at him. “W-will daddy be able to pick us up?”
“Yeah, but if he doesn’t, I’ll knock some sense into him as always.” He remarks, shaking his fist in a joking manner. Which causes her to giggle.
“Okay, love you Uncle John.” She kisses him in the forehead before hurries out of the truck following her brother.
“I’ll see you two at home!” Johns yells out before driving the rally near Metropolis Square.
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“Alright, settle down people, it’s not like you’re meeting Oprah or some shit like that..” Maggie Sawyer mutters out. Attempting to make distance between the crowd and her cruiser
“Like you had plans.” Turpin retorts, to which Maggie rolls her eyes.
“Look, I’m just sayin’, you’ve been sitting in your office, trying to deal with that Psycho guy's death, along with your unnecessary obsession to hunt down Superman.” He adds almost nonchalantly.
“He’s a vigilante who’s been parading around as some second coming.”
“Look kid, I get your suspicions with Superman. Hell, I was like that at first as well, but over time, I understood what he’s trying to do.” She looks at him.
“And what exactly is he trying to do?”
“He’s trying to make sense of this world. Hell, he managed to beat that redheaded jackass Luthor to his knees, any person that’s able to do that is good in my book.”
“I still have doubts..” He lets out a sigh before replying.
“Look, you've only been around here for what, a couple of months? So I get that you still don't understand him, or at least, what we see in him. You'll need your moment. Everybody has their Superman moment when it clicks for them; when they see him for what he truly is, what he does, what he stands for. When you need him most and you look up for him, he'll be there, and you'll understand what I mean."
“Wow Dan, when the hell were you so philosophical?” He shrugs.
“I’m full of surprises kid, full of surprises.” She looks back at the crowd and notices some guy behaving suspiciously who spots her before disappearing into the crowd.
“Dan, take my spot, something doesn’t feel right.”
“Copy.” He jokes. She sighs before moving through the crowds of people to follow that man.
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“I’m here to see my brother?” The assistant looks up from her clipboard.
“Of course, good to see you John. Clay’s been waiting for you.” She says with a smile before guiding him to a room where Clay is, as John opens the door, he hears his brother arguing with someone on the phone.
“Look, I understand your concern, but I can assure you, we should keep going for tomorrow, and the threats about today are just that, threats.” He finishes before hanging up his phone.
“Something wrong?” He turns to notice John.
“Ah, John, good to see you.” Clay gives him a warm hug.
“Was wondering if you wanted to finally see your little brother have his moment to shi-”
“You okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard your call, or at least your side of it, something I should be worried about, if it’s the 100 again I-”
“Oh no, no it’s the 100, they’re busy dealing with that Black Lightning guy. No it’s uh, this group that’s been ‘causing minor troubles here and there’ for a while now.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, they’ve been called A-” He waves it away.
“Nevermind about that, how are the two?”
“They’re doing okay, starting second grade.” John walks up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Clay, if there’s anything wrong, you need to tell me, I can help you.” Clay moves his hand away from John’s shoulder.
“I’m fine, trust me. Now if you’ll excuse me,” He goes to his mirror, preparing himself.
“I have a city to run, take care of yourself John.” John stares for a few seconds before he could reply.
“Yeah, uh, yeah you too, don’t forget to pick up the two from school.” Clay nods as he opens the door and heads out. John glances by to notice guards escorting reporters outside. He fails to notice someone walking in front of him.
“Shit!” John mutters, picking himself up to see the person he crashed into, a kid with auburn hair and a camera hanging from his neck.
“Sorry, in a bit of a rush.” He says, jumping back up and checking his camera for any potential damages.
“No problem, probably should’ve noticed where I was walking too.”John responds. He gives a nervous laugh before realizing.
“Oh right, James Olsen,” He gives his hand out to John, who shakes his hand.
“John Henry Irons”
“Oh wow, so you’re his-”
“Yeah. You’re not here to-” Jimmy gives him a confused look before realizing.
“Oh no! Just here to take pics, I’m a photographer for the Daily Planet.” He shows his camera with both hands.
“I see, nice to meet you, but I have somewhere to be.”
“Oh, right. Nice to meet you, sir.” He waves a bit before rushing again through the halls. John walks to the exit. He stops to hear a rumbling before being thrown across the street from an explosion. He gets up to see the doors and windows destroyed with massive amounts of smoke rising from the building.
“Clay.” He rushes through and sees people running the opposite direction trying to escape, some carrying or people who look horribly injured. One of which being the red headed kid from earlier. He heads through one of the empty hallways, trying to protect his mouth from the smoke.
“Freeze!” John hears from the door across. He walks quietly to see the source of that yell. He sees a young woman, presumably a cop based on the badge hanging from her left pocket, with a pistol aimed at two armed assailants.
“Pequeña dama, you’re outmatched, dos a uno.” The first thug says before pulling up his gun. John darts to him, keeping him busy while she takes care of the other guy. He rips the pistol from his hand and ejects the magazine before driving the metal into the cartilage of his nose.
“Arde en el infierno negro!” John hears the second thug rack his gun with a curse word, but he's quickly interrupted by the lead rippling through his body. He drops, like meat.
“Goddamn ballsy for you to attack the guy emptyhanded.” She says while cuffing the unconscious thug and leaving him at a wall.
“Why aren’t you outside with everyone else?” She asks.
“My brother’s in here. I can’t leave without him.”
“Fair enough,” She mutters, grabbing the pistol and handing it to him.
“You’ll need this then.”
“You’re trusting me with a pistol?” John grabs it from her hand.
“If what we’re dealing with was able to cause this much damage, then you’re gonna need it.” We see the doorway leading to the auditorium. Seeing mostly injured or dead civilians standing still for seemingly no reason.
“Agh!” A scream from an older man being held aggressively by a thug without a mask and in a vest, presumably a mercenary. The older man attempts to throw a left hook before the thug grabs his right arm and slams him into the ground, he turns, blood drooling from his bruised and cut up face.
“Turpin!” She whispers out before jumping out and aiming at him.
“MPD, put your hands in the air!” She yells out, catching the thug’s attention. The guy’s reaction is unexpected, but he starts to laugh.
“That’s cute, real cute.” He pulls a pistol from his back and points it at Turpin’s temple.
“Don’t you dare!”
“It’s kind of funny how you try and try to fight against death, when in the end, it comes for everyone. Well, except me.” He unloads a round at Turpin, ending his misery right then and there. Maggie’s pistol spat round after round that were all quickly and decisively flattened with loud pings. The thug stared down at his torso before stepping forward and grabbing Maggie’s gun hand, lifting upwards sharply. The pistol fell from trembling fingers as she gasped in pain, her feet clamoring for the floor, and she drove her free fist forward into the thug’s face.
“Damn you!” She screamed in unison with the loud CLANG that reverberated from the thug’s face before being quickly silenced with a response in kind. The thug’s punch sent her stumbling several feet backwards across the floor, arms pinwheeling. He ran forward with a rising yell before springing forward and kneeing her in the ribs. She flew backwards, slammed against the wall behind her, fell forwards and was promptly punched back into the wall. Viselike fingers grabbed her throat and the hulking goon pushed her into the concrete. Dust fell around her as she gasped for her life.
Suddenly, a loud impact rang out as John swung a punch into the goon’s side.
“Fuck!” He swore in pain as the massive mook dropped Maggie, who began wheezing and clutching her neck. The goon blocked his next haymaker and what would’ve been a devastating uppercut from the left. He swung yet again, increasingly less confident, and his opponent grabbed his arm. Quickly and efficiently, the goon yanked him forwards and pinballed him backwards with a jab. John tumbled backwards with a choked gasp as the unstoppable henchman marched forward.
The thug stared coldly as he looked up, a bruise already forming around his eye. John opened his mouth to speak and the goon dropped me with a whip-like kick to his temple. A few feet away, Maggie was slowly and painfully pulling herself across the floor, groaning softly. The goon was calm and collected as he approached her, grabbed a fistful of blonde, and slammed her face into the floor. He pulled her head up and examined her - she was unconscious but relatively undamaged. Once again, and for the final time, he lifted her by the neck and tightened his grip.
“Tragic, you were kinda cute too, but ah well. You gotta do what you gotta-” He’s silenced by a hard jab at the jaw, forcing him to let her go and fly into a wall. He crawls out of the wall to look up and see that red and blue prick that he’s been wanting to see all this time.
“Took you long enough.” He tries to dash at him before Superman flies at him through the wall into the street. John picks his head up, vision blurry, and he feels like he’s suffering a concussion. He crawls to Maggie to see if she’s alright. He checks her pulse.
“She’s still alive, good.” He glances at the people escaping the building through the hole Superman made and notices an arm hanging out from the rubble, he recognizes that arm, oh god.
“Clay...” John gets up, stumbling and struggling to get to him.
“Clay!” he yells out, moving the rubble to see Clay, badly burnt.
“Clay, c’mon man. C’mon!” He yells out again, shaking his body,his voice getting weaker, he puts his head to his chest to hear his heartbeat, nothing.
“No, no, no!” He holds his body close, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Damn it. Damn it all to hell!” he painfully cries out. But through his tears, he sees something. A sledgehammer...
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Superman gets up and stares at the thug, keeping his eyes focused on his movement.
“Could’ve crushed me, I thought you had a no-killing rule or something?” He remarks.
“I do, however, I don’t make exceptions for robots, Metallo.” He says. The thug turns his head revealing half of his face ripped off, showing his robotic endoskeleton.
“What gave me away?”
“Your heartbeat. You didn’t have one.” Metallo shrugs
“Ah well.” He sprints at Superman with a hard left hook, which he grabs with his fist.
“I’d advise surrendering before you get hurt.” Metallo chuckles in response.
“Don’t worry, I learned from last time.” He grabs his vest and rips it off, revealing his chestplate with a single window holding kryptonite. It weakens Superman, forcing him to back away.
“Gotcha.” Metallo says with a half-smirk before landing a hard blow at Superman, causing him to slide several feet across the street. He attempts to get up only to be met with another smack. He can barely move as the robot keeps pummeling again and again. He looks up, blood running down from his nostrils.
“I’ll be honest, when I was respecting revenge, I didn’t think it’d be this easy, yet we are. Suppose I should go with the cliche of any last wor-” The left side of his head and neck is crushed from the impact of a sledgehammer which is lifted away for him to turn around to see the assailant before it’s swung again at the jaw, decapitating him. His body in response shuts down and collapses. Superman looks at the man, a man he saw before with Maggie. The man takes a few feet back before falling, only for him to bolt and catch the man and have him land safely.
“What the heck happened here?” Superman asks as he looks around and sees people being evacuated by police. Along with the injured being escorted into ambulances.
I find myself getting picky about what I choose to photograph. Discerning might be a better way to describe it but the upshot is that while looking for that accolade producing, standout, truly exceptional image, I often come away empty handed and miss the simple things that are also pleasing to the eye.
in this case, I initially dismissed it as a cluttered image without any real focal point. However, the simplicity, brightness, and complementary colors held my attention - I had to try a shot! Looking at it again now, I still like it.
Pigeon Forge has more putt putt golf places per square mile than anywhere I've ever been. This one had gone out of business some time ago.
Series of six. Returning from a very wet and unproductive walk round the local park today, I flushed a Sparrowhawk from my garden and thought I would not see it again today. Luckily it returned about a hour later and sat on five different locations in the garden before flying off emptyhanded. I missed the best clear shot on the fence getting my camera and another on the back of a bench but it was nice to get three different locations.
Christ Varius with black and blue Sensomix brushes at Esso (Tesco) in Chipping Ongar, Essex.
This was a brilliant surprise, expected to pass this one emptyhanded. Used to be a classic tesco's Ryko wash centre then it was thrown out to set up a hand car wash. Few years ago the jet wash next door was also removed and the bay sat empty. Then out of the blue they decided to introduce a rollover car wash again, sometime last year probably.
Through the open door, I watched him enter the store and was astonished when he almost immediately turned on his heels, and began walking toward the exit. As you can see, there are many gorgeous flowers in the refrigerator at the back of the store. Note the large stuffed animals in plastic bags on top of the refrigerator.
But either they didn't have what he was looking for, or he'd decided against buying any flowers for another reason. I'm guessing its the second option, judging from his facial expression.
No matter... I really like his flowery Hawaiian-style shirt!
Washington Heights, Upper Manhattan
New York, NY USA
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For the group six
word story.
Plan A was to shoot this very same shot at sunset, but parking was impossible to find.
Plans B, C, and D were also killed by the lack of parking.
Plan E had easy parking, but the view was garbage.
Was going to call it a night after Plan E, but I hated the idea of going home emptyhanded.
This was Plan F.
The "manual" GND filter (aka my hand) was used to balance the foreground exposure.
(3 minute exposure)
says the beggar poet
master of the rings
hail the new king
prayer is gods
message on wings
you come empty handed
you go emptyhanded
leaving behind everything
your dreams your aspirations
your memories joyous spring
#beggarpoet
i've been thinking of aquiring a tajine lately, so off i went (bram tagged along as well) to the 'tropical market' in Geleen. A bit about this particular store; it specializes in fruits, veg, meat, you know the usual, but as well as olives, rice, and spices. View it as a Greek, Turkish, Moroccan, Thai, Indonesian, and Indian supermarket all rolled into one little store the size of a shoebox. Well, we've been going here almost on a weekly basis for a good while now.
So when I asked the shopkeeper if she had any tajines, (and after hearing her say she didn't, for a long while now) imagine my surprise when she said she'd order two for me so I could have a look
Well that just made my day.
I never leave that store emptyhanded, so I picked up some turkish delish and ruby red apples to nibble on.
life is beautiful.
shutter sisters one word challenge for march :: beautiful.
i had fun at the video store looking for this movie to take this photo. i thought about it all morning and i'm happy with how it turned out. it was also funny to see the guys face in the store when we left emptyhanded. "are you ready to check out?" ~ "oh no, " i said, "i just came to take a photo. thanks!"
While some rebels are interwoven with the reactionaries, other rebels posses formidable minds. I introduce you to Seigneur Camus.
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.”
“Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.”
“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”
"By definition, a government has no conscience. Sometimes it has a policy, but nothing more."
"A living man can be enslaved and reduced to the historic condition of an object. But if he dies in refusing to be enslaved, he reaffirms the existence of another kind of human nature which refuses to be classified as an object."
“What we can or cannot do, what we consider possible or impossible, is rarely a function of our true capability. It is more likely a function of our beliefs about who we are.”
“Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies.”
“I rebel; therefore we exist.”
“What is a rebel? A man who says no.”
"We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink."
“Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.”
“Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”
“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”
“Man is the only creature who refuses to be what he is.”
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
“The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.”
“An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. "I despise intelligence" really means: "I cannot bear my doubts.”
“There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for.”
“To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.”
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
“I have no idea what's awaiting me, or what will happen when this all ends. For the moment I know this: there are sick people and they need curing.”
“Always go too far, because that's where you'll find the truth”
“Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.”
“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.”
“A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.”
“Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.”
“Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.”
“A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
“I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.”
“Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live. ”
“Where there is no hope, it is incumbent on us to invent it.”
“People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.”
“The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.”
“We are all special cases."
“Peace is the only battle worth waging.”
“We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.”
“Thus I draw from the absurd three consequences, which are my
revolt, my freedom, and my passion. By the mere activity of
consciousness I transform into a rule of life what was an invitation
to death—and I refuse suicide.”
“One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.”
“Lying is not only saying what isn't true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true, and, in the case of the human heart, saying more than one feels.”
“…He wasn’t even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man. Whereas it looked as if I was the one who’d come up emptyhanded. But I was sure about me, about everything, surer than he could ever be, sure of my life and sure of my death I had waiting for me… I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn’t done that… Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I’ve lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people’s deaths or a mother’s love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we’re all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers?”
“And so I learned that familiar paths traced in the dusk of summer evenings may lead as well to prison as to innocent untroubled sleep.”
“The truth is that every intelligent man, as you know, dreams of being a gangster and of ruling over society by force alone. As it is not so easy as the detective novels might lead one to believe, one generally relies on politics and joins the cruelest party.What does it matter, after all, if by humiliating one's mind one succeeds in dominating every one? I discovered in myself sweet dreams of oppression.”
"Accepting the absurdity of everything around us is one step, a necessary experience: it should not become a dead end. It arouses a revolt that can become fruitful."
Quote Source -> www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/957894.Albert_Camus
Quote Source -> secure.wikimedia.org/wikiquote/en/wiki/Albert_Camus
The Rebel (Full Book) -> www.scribd.com/doc/26635034/Camus-Albert-The-Rebel
Series of two. A very dull day recently at a local reservoir, it was cold, grey, wet and the birds had more sense than to come out to play. A rather soggy Kestrel appeared hunting for a while, just so I did not go back to the car emptyhanded.
"Empty Handed." After months at sea, accidentally losing the treasure map overboard, and dealing with a termite infestation, "willshy sail" finally called off her search for buried treasure. Coming home empty handed is no fun for any pirate... but wilshy... she manages to keep a smirk. Thats a true pirate for you.
This illustration is part of a collaboration with projectgrabbag. She is the maker of the adorable doll. :)
We brought nothing into this world, and we'll take nothing out of it as well!
(Taken by Cow Town, New Jersey, USA)
When we arrived at the creek, I noticed this Great Blue Heron fishing near the other side of the crossing/bridge/dam. He let me approach pretty closely after awhile, although these are still a little fuzzy (it's almost impossible to avoid with my telephoto, especially handheld). Here he'd just missed catching a fish, although he was successful while I watched. I got a shot of him with a fish, but it was much blurrier and from a little farther off, so I just bumped that down into the comment photos. There were also minnows jumping, and I got a few shots of those. Guessing that's what he was after!
Sunday I went out to Spring Creek to do some seining (for pleasure this time) and my dad agreed to tag along. It really was a blast; the weather was much better than it has been (I'd been checking the weather for two weeks it had been 20-40 degrees most days) and better than the weather, we got a ton of awesome stuff, especially with the kick-seine. Loads of gorgeous Orangethroat darters (more than I've ever seen) along with Fantails and some others, plus a few Madtom catfish, the largest Sculpin I've ever seen, loads of minnows, crayfish, and some cool inverts, including a big hellgrammite. I'll be uploading shots over the next few days; I took around 500 this day.
Sigma 70-300, UV filter, Kenko 1.4 TC.
Series of six. Returning from a very wet and unproductive walk round the local park today, I flushed a Sparrowhawk from my garden and thought I would not see it again today. Luckily it returned about a hour later and sat on five different locations in the garden before flying off emptyhanded. I missed the best clear shot on the fence getting my camera and another on the back of a bench but it was nice to get three different locations.
Mama dog's bones were severely showing through, so I don't give this little pup long before its baby fat is gone. I tried to rescue it, but the mama started barking mad, and woke up the homeless woman who owns them. I offered to buy the puppy. She began yelling at me, and then her cousin and his girlfriend appear from behind the building, apparently hoppin' mad from having just smoked crack. The woman accused me of trying to steal the puppy, and I explained that I was offering to go to the ATM to get however much money she wanted. In the end, I left emptyhanded and avoided fisticuffs. Sorry, Sarah McLachlan....I tried!
There is an emptiness in the air as I sit here, staring at the screen, waiting for the right words to present themselves to me. I look at the picture above this little box, searching for inspiration. Do I write about the picture? Or am I supposed to write something, and then find a picture to match it? Truth is, I have no idea. I can attempt at writing, and I can take pictures, but when I try and piece them together like puzzle pieces, they don't fit.
I've always wanted to be a writer. I read so much, it only makes sense, right? Yet everytime I try I come up emptyhanded. The ideas seem wrong on paper and my words are never right. Perhaps I'm not meant to be a writer. I've always wanted to be a photographer. To be able to capture such beautiful moments, such beautiful people, places, objects. But where I hope for crystal clear quality comes blurriness and where I hope for depth comes flat lines. Perhaps I'm not meant to be a photographer.
Is that even relevent? Perhapses never got anyone anywhere. I may not be a good writer, but that won't stop me from writing, and I may not be a good photographer, but that won't make me put the camera down. Artistic ability may not run in my veins but no one ever said I couldn't try.
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Going home emptyhanded of Silverware after the shambolic judging of the 2008 Brighton Rally. Never mind, she went home that evening to hitch up T1 for her Champagne Region Tour of France.
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I visited the Parrot Coffee Market on Ditmars Boulevard yesterday. I can never leave that place emptyhanded. I bought a few thing including these jalapeño stuffed olives. The jalapeños have hardly any heat, though. Still, they're tasty.
Parrot Coffee Market
31-12 Ditmars Boulevard
Astoria, NY
Albee never goes anywhere emptyhanded. Seriously, you meet her for lunch and she gives you lip gloss and ginger snaps.
There is a back story to this image of a CSX work train on the CL&W Subdivision at Sterling, Ohio. I had traveled to Sterling for what everyone knew would be the last railfan outing for Richard Jacobs, who was suffering from terminal cancer and had been confined to hospice.
"Jake," as we called him, was a member of a group of railfans who hang out at Sterling every Wednesday. Unfortunately for Jake, his last outing coincided with a CSX track work window and nothing moved on the New Castle Subdivision during his time trackside. He could only stay until about 5:30 p.m. when a van would come to take him back to a hospice facility.
I was headed back home myself when I spotted this train. I drove past it, initially, but then thought that I didn't want to come away emptyhanded from my last outing with Jake. So I turned around and got this photo.
Jake died a couple of weeks later. This image will always remind me of his last outing.
copyright © 2007 sean dreilinger
view rachel, empty-handed on mother's day - _MG_5546 on a black background.
Surrounded by a bed of sheet music (Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata, I believe); wondering when the muse will strike again... to return to composing and feel alive once more.
OK, I have Pepsi, an opener and ice but no glasses. If you are coming home, don't arrive empty-handed please!!
--ooOOoo--
Yo pongo las Pepsis, el abridor y el hielo, pero no tengo vasos. Si vienes a casa, no vengas con las manos vacías!!
Man comes on Earth as a Guest
Wants to be treated with respect
As he thinks he is celestially blest
huge towers , condominium, skyscapers
a palace of a simple nest
slaves to make more money
and more money some more money
blood pressure , diabetically stressed
becomes a millionaire a billionaire no rest
becomes a president of a global conglomerate
other minion like empires he detests
heart and humanity abandoned
its hate and warfare
with which he is obsessed
in the depraved cavity of his chest
democratically elected
dictatorially possesed
impeach bush , bring our boys home
all those womanly protests
bleeding bodies of souls in house arrest
shia and sunnies iraq afghanistan
strategically silenced and suppressed
power corrupts absolute power corrupts absolutely
only something that even a dumb god cant suggest
Man will die
walk back alone ..
emptyhanded
not even the shadow
of his tempting treasure chest.
man whose umbilical cord
a navel unaddressed
the grave , the crematorium
end of a sepulchral quest
poem no 642
THE AUGSBURG CHALK CIRCLE - Der Augsburger Kreidekreis by Bertolt Brecht (school performance)
The story is set during the Thirty Years War. Zingli, a protestant of means, delays leaving his home in Augsburg until the Catholic forces are plundering the city. His wife spends too much time packing her clothes, and so is forced to flee emptyhanded, leaving the child behind. Their maid, Anna, a simple girl, rescues the child and flees to her brother's farm in the country.
To avoid humiliation as an unwed mother, Anna claims that she is waiting for her husband to return for her. Given the nature of the war, the ruse is plausible for a time, but eventually, to avoid suspicion and possible eviction, she feels compelled to produce a husband. She marries a man who is on his deathbed, expecting to be a widow soon; however, he recovers and she must live with him for a few years.
When the war ends, Frau Zingli returns to reclaim her son. Ignatz Dollinger, a wise judge, cannot determine who is the real mother, so enacts a version of the Judgment of Solomon. The child is placed inside a chalk circle with two ropes tied around him: one in the hands of each claimant. Anna is unwilling to risk harm to the child, so pulls only lightly, while Frau Zingli pulls with force that could have "ripped the child in two." Although Anna appears to have lost the contest, the wise judge rules that, having shown the greater love, Anna is the fit and rightful mother.