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Berlino, Holocaust Memorial

Looks like someone in a straight jacket has found their chance for freedom...

Made for Music Match

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mQJaXwGPlg&feature=fvwrel

 

Escape ~ Enrique Iglesias

 

You can run, you can hide

But you can't escape my love

You can run, you can hide

But you can't escape my love. . .

 

Looks good on black

 

Impossibility of escape from the suburban lifestyle.

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Darkroom triple exposure.

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Mamiya RB67 Pro, Delta 100, Mamiya-Sekor 180mm. Shot handheld with a WLF.

 

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This is a better view of the banana nut bread creature escaping from yesterday's loaf

 

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Escape From Thorberg: The Movie.

Thorberg Castle (German: Schloss Thorberg) is a former Carthusian monastery, or charterhouse.

Now a prison, located in Krauchthal, Bern, Switzerland.

 

Google Maps:

goo.gl/8xA935

 

Just For Fun:

Find the prisoner who wants to break out

Tip:

look at the picture in full size.

 

Movie Poster Made with this Photo:

lewelsch.ch/TestPics/EscapeThorberg.jpg

 

www.lewelsch.ch

 

Fire Escape, Shadows. San Francisco, California. September 5, 2015. © Copyright 2015 G Dan Mitchell - all rights reserved.

 

Shadows from a fire escape fall across the front of a San Francisco building

 

I made this photograph late in the day back in early September, on a street photography shoot with a group of like-minded folks in San Francisco. We met in the late afternoon, wandered about for a while in the beautiful late-day light, then broke for dinner before going back out to photograph after dark.

 

One one hand, you could probably find a similar scene in many other cities. On the other hand, it also evokes the architecture of San Francisco, where buildings are packed tightly together, often with seemingly little regard for their aesthetic appearance when viewed from the street — with the result being very utilitarian facades, often featuring metal gates, fire escapes, and sometimes a worn and weathered appearance. This street runs almost directly east-west, so late in the day the sunlight was falling across the front of the building at a low angle and casting strong shadows.

  

G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, "California's Fall Color: A Photographer's Guide to Autumn in the Sierra" is available from Heyday Books and Amazon.

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Athens Lunatic Asylum

2015

 

Fragments of memory which are crawling into spaces between my eyes. I linger on to those flickering moments painted in yellow and blue, blurred and yet clear, like looking through a jigsaw. I'm happy and sad here. Is this how it will remain?

  

My sweet escape from a city life :)

 

Sony A99 + Carl Zeiss Planar T* 85mm f1.4 SAL85F14Z lens

 

Koh Yao Noi, Thailand

What better way for these Pigs to escape the near 30DegC temperatures than by wallowing in the wet mud

27/07/15, Zakho, Iraq --

Maysa 18 years-old, illiterate.

From Talqasab - Sinjar

Date of Capture: 03/08/2014 Â

Length of captivity: 10 months

 

We were farmers and had a large piece of land that we all looked after. In the village half of us were Muslim, the other half Yazidi. I was in love with a boy from the village and we wanted to get married. I donât know what happened to him after ISIS arrived.

 

At three in the morning we heard the first gunshots and then airplanes flying. By morning we realized that every Yazidi family was gone. Only Muslim families were left. We ran to our neighbor and borrowed his truck to leave the village. We set off toward the mountain, but ISIS fighters stopped us on the way. They were from different countries, not only from Iraq: Pakistan, Egypt, and Saudi Arabia. They told us to get out of the truck. The road was full of corpses; they killed many people. They separated the girls from everyone else and brought us to Baadj in their jeeps. My mum tried to come with us, but they hit her with the butt of a gun and knocked her down. We didnât eat for three days; we only cried. They told us not to be afraid, that they would not hurt us. They had a problem with the government they said, not with the people. Then they brought us to Badush prison. It was dark and packed with people. I found my uncleâs wife and she told me that she didnât know if my mother was there. I spent the night looking for her among the many women and finally found her in the morning. I held her tight for those few hours before they took her away again. They separated the young girls and brought us to Mosul.

 

In Mosul we were inside a two-story building, five thousand of us. A sheik came. He had a stick in one hand and a book in the other. He had come to convert us to Islam. We said the words he asked us to say and according to the man we were now Muslim and had to go with them. One morning at five they picked us up, forced us to put on black abayas, chained our hands, blindfolded us and forced us on to a bus. They drove for twelve hours until we arrived in Syria. We stayed in a prison for two days and on the third day they brought us to a mosque and left us under the sun like animals. We were like sheep in the bazar. The sheik called the men to come and see us, and choose between Yazidi and Christian girls. The men did not want the Christians though; they all wanted us, the Yazidi girls. One man chose me and put me in a car. I was in his house for three months. At first he wanted to âpurifyâ me from being Yazidi and forced me to give up my rings, my clothes and all those things that recalled my religion, my identity. He wanted to âteach me how to behaveâ so I was taken to live with other Yazidi girls who had been forced to marry men from Saudi Arabia. They told me that I had to marry him, even if I did not want to. Then my owner came back to collect me and I started working in his house. The television was always on religious channels, reciting the Quran all the time. I did not eat their food, only bread and water. One time, when I refused to wash, he hit me with his gun and told me that he would beat me to death if I did not wash myself. But I did not want to wash because I knew that if I washed he would sleep with me. I did not wash for three months. I tried to escape once, but the soldiers found me in the streets and brought me back. The man beat me hard and whipped me with an electrical cable. He told me that if I did not want to stay there and marry him he would sell me to somebody worse. He gave me three days to think about it. The next day, when he was not there, his wife came to me and told me that she could help me escape to a Kurdish family living in the neighborhood. She took me there when her husband was out and I asked the Kurdish family to help me; I begged them. But they were scared because even though they were Muslim, they were still Kurdish and could not hide me there without great danger. My captor eventually found me there. He beat me and shaved my hair off. I asked him to sell me to the Kurdish family; again I begged him. He told me that I would be forced to marry a Kurdish boy, but if this was what I wanted he would sell me to them. I was sold for $1,500 and went to live in their house. I cried when I saw the woman because she reminded me of my mother. She cried too. They told me that they had bought me for my own safety, not to become their slave. I stayed with them for 5 months. Then one day we were able to arrange a rendezvous with my father at the Turkish border. The Kurdish man gave me his daughterâs ID and drove me to the border where I was finally rescued.

 

Identifying details of the girls' accounts have been omitted, their names changed and identifying physical features and designs(such as tattoos) have been deleted in order to ensure their safety.

Saw this pink trying to get away from all the grey.

 

BTW, no PP or selective coloring, it is 100% all natural depression.

Old School fire escape in the Exchange District of Winnipeg

Same escape as #1, just lower.

 

Aboard the Battleship USS Missouri, we came across hatches in the floor. This what we saw when the hatch was opened.

 

The ship has extensive redundant safety systems. This tube leads down to the engine room. If for any reason the crew had to evacuate the engine room, they could quickly isolate themselves from the danger and climb up the ladder through a number of decks to a safer level.

  

Escape The Fate | Extreme Thing | Las Vegas, NV | 03.29.08

Escaping Autumn playing at 'The Rock' in Copenhagen

Fire escape on the campus of Kalamazoo College.

Speed of light on the side of the mountain

 

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Those worthless, savage Felucians captured me when our outposts were overrun in large numbers. They seperated me from my troops, so I could tell they knew I was a leader. I was stripped of my armor and put in sacrifial wrobes. The Felucians brought me up to a high platform above a Sarlacc pit. They were doing a tribal ritual, then thier cheif gave them the commands, and as they were about to bring me up to the plank and throw me in, I grabed a bone blade from one of the Felucians and cut it's arm off, I scrambeled as fast as I could off the platform into the jungle, as they followed in close pursuit...

 

For Mission 6 Part 1 in the Imperial Conquest!

Credit again to Jonathan for Felucian designs and weapons!

  

For quite some time now no news has reached this stream of conciousness about the infernal majesty of brain shrinking Dr. debilis causa mett wurst Onkel Wart.

The reasons for this are manyfold (among others his treatment of a whole nation in self inflicted monetary depression -- also known as Greece) -- but as he cares for his many devotees he sends all of you this piece of evidence that the great escape is possible and can be found in quite unexpected places.

  

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NOTICE: LICENSING POSSIBLE

i cant escape anymore.

The Blob was there!!!! (Holga)

Escape Artist from Elizabeth Hartman's Book Modern Patchwork.

This is the 12th quilt/block in a series of 12 made for CityCraft's Modern Patchwork Quilt Club - citycraftonline.com/

Quilt is approximately - 41" square after quilting, but before washing & drying

Fabrics used are Ombre Solids in Navy & Tangerine from Vanessa Christiansen's Simply Color line for Moda. Background fabrics are Moda Bella Off White & Kona Iron.

Quilted Aurifil 50W 2600 (a light gray).

Blocks on the front are full sized quarter, half & full blocks from the pattern. Back Block is 42" finished which is double the size of the pattern's full block.

Batting is Quilter's Dream, 100% Cotton, Request loft.

EQ7 used extensively to design this quilt.

I really enjoyed making this quilt, it's a pattern I would use again!

Did you notice the one white square that is out of place? I decided to leave it & call it the "escaping pixel" :)

View On Black

 

Escaping from gloom...

  

Nikon F801s

Ilford Hp5 400@3200

Butterfly escape - drawn using MS Excel

Original Chic Escape on right; reroot of Stylish Escape to make a raven version of Chic Escape!

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