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Certainly not something I was expecting to run out and photograph tonight but since, to the best of my knowledge, this is only the third time an A380 has been at MSP, I figured I better go check it out.
This is Lufthansa flight 455, while flying from San Francisco to Frankfurt, diverted here on a medical emergency. In July 2014, British Airways flight 268 flying from Los Angeles to London also diverted here due to a medical emergency. In November 2007, Airbus brought an A380 to MSP as part of a sales promotion tour.
See this photo at 2560x1440.
A day out in the pouring rain, my waterproofs finally let some water in, which was a first but considering the conditions I put them through it was to be expected. With really low light I had to drop my shutter speed to get a nice clean image. Doing this can often result in motion blur in an image and therefore i usually bin them, but its always good to push the camera and myself to the limits to see what can be achieved. If you zoom in you can see the long rain drops blowing in from right down to left.
Canon 1Dx2
Canon 300mm f2.8 mk2
Manual mode, on a 3 Legged Thing Winston Tripod
1/20th second
f5.0
ISO 125
Cloudy WB
Processed in LR, slight sharpen and dropped the exposure -0.8
The Juniper Queen
For the past six consecutive years, I have been blessed to travel with friends to Central Florida to fish, tell lies, unwind and most importantly, to photograph. For half of those visits, hurricanes have played both major and minor roles on when or even if we could go. A lady named Irma, toppled ancient trees and raising the water level for months to follow, hit this area hard a year ago last month. Our yearly October 2017 trip was canceled and rescheduled for April 2018.
Arriving seven months after Irma’s wrath, her impact remained evident both above and below the waters surface. It was during our first trip to the mouth of the Juniper River that I noticed her once again sitting high above her domain, the Juniper Queen. I had reached a point in our relationship that I almost expected her to be there for my arrival. On each of my previous visits I would photograph her as we passed under her to get to our favorite fishing holes, but on this April day, something was noticeably different. After taking a few shots, I cropped into the shot on the back of my camera to better see what was catching my eye.
Sadness quickly became the mood of the moment as I viewed her portrait; it was evident that this old girl had been battered about severely. Feathers from the top of her head were missing and her normally brilliant white majestic head was several shades of gray. She had several wing and chest feathers protruding at all available angles, she just looked sick. The only good news was that she was still with us, holding firmly to her spot.
Wondering what could have torn her up like that, my mind turned quickly to Irma and the battle for survival that must have taken place with all of God’s creatures in a hurricane. I pictured her riding out Irma right there; in her spot with the same attitude and gusto of Lt. Dan riding out the hurricane in Forest Gump, asking along the way “is this all you got?” Her photos from last April were so sad, I’m pretty sure that I simply deleted them. No lady wants her picture taken looking so poorly.
Earlier this month, as we cut across Lake George heading for the Juniper River, I could see from a distance that she was still there, holding her own…a blessing for us both. With the dark skies of one of Hurricane Michaels last bands behind her I took this shot. Looking so much better, so much stronger and as they say “Large and in charge” the queen was in fact back and in charge of her domain, with her newly developed head feathers protruding like a much deserved crown.
Hammond Castle Museum
Gloucester, MA
"... as might be expected from an inventor, Hammond’s building was uniquely different. He included many features of his own design that were revolutionary and befitting the structure, and most are virtually indiscernible to the untrained eye. For example, Hammond’s collection of 15th Century facades was to be housed in the Courtyard being planned by the architects to meet Hammond’s vision of what a medieval village might be. Given the covered Courtyard was also to include tropical plantings, it was necessary to ensure a suitable level of humidity and space temperature. A pool was included to be the source of humidity. Steam pipes installed around the bottom perimeter of the pool to control water temperature, as well as to drive the correct amount of moisture in the air above. A green dye was also added as a decorative feature to obscure the depth of the water, which in fact, was a swimming pool. Overhead, steam-fed pipe-racks were installed just beneath the clerestory to offset radiant heat loss through the glass. Finally, a tropical rain downpour could be summed from above to water the vegetation, or if he preferred, a foggy evening. "
Wasn't expecting to see this in Dover today!, and PO58NPY is Newly aquired by Crosskeys Coaches and was on SouthEastern Trains Rail Replacement Services from Dover to Canterbury East.
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Fynn enjoyed some outdoor time this morning as the weather was quite nice. I tried to take some photos of him which turned out to be rather difficult as he behaved like a crazy kitten. Lots of blurry shots were the result. In the meantime all cats are indoors again as we are expecting stormy weather later this afternoon. The main storm front will hit northern Germany and we are in the south, so I hope that it won't be too bad but I still prefer if the cats stay at home until it's over.
I expected this year to be tough. The convention was right in my backyard (how long had I wished for that to happen?) and yet, I decided to not attend (after wanting to attend for years). I worried that I would regret the decision, that there would be too many dolls I would want to buy on the secondary market (we know the pain of dealing with markups). Thankfully, the situation turned out not as painful.
The dolls were all pretty, the Poppy offerings were awesome, but I ended up wanting surprisingly few. After much deliberation, I got myself Nadja (complete) and only the complete outfit of Sting Agnes.
I don't regret not attending BUT I totally would if I were a Poppy fan. Now, waiting eagerly for my purchases to arrive :))
It's been awhile since I stopped by the retention pond behind the mall. Four Sandhill Cranes approached me just after I parked, as if they expected food. Hopefully no one is feeding them and they were just being curious. After I backed away they resumed foraging and preening.
Press "z" to enlarge.
Nikon D7500, 100-400mm Tamron lens
f/4.8, 122.0mm
1/1600, ISO 450
Hand held.
Yesterday, we visited the Pope Farm Conservancy in Middleton, WI for the Annual Sunflower days. Though, the sunflowers are not at their peak bloom and are expected later this coming week. If you are interested in sunflower fields and I did see there are some great photo opportunities too. If you are wondering for a day trip this is awesome. Here is the info www.popefarmconservancy.org/events/2014-sunflower-days/ .
Also, I plan to visit the Centralia Balloon Festival mid-month. www.balloon-fest.com/. Anybody heading down there ?
www.ambient-aperture-photography.com/
Altocumulus,Also known as a mackerel sky.
My Backyard,Lockrose SE,Qld,Australia.
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love these letters made from wood :) picture from the same session.
natural light, picture taken indoor.
I don't expect the sculptor (Rudy Weller) had taken seagulls into consideration!
The Criterion Building, Piccadilli Circus, London
The Daughters of Helios or Three Graces depicts the three Charites - Aglaea, Euphrosyne, and Thalia - who in some accounts are the daughters of Helios and the naiad Aegle. The three female figures are made from gold-leaf-covered aluminium. They are installed at roof level, as if leaping off the 6th floor of the building (wikipedia)
Photo taken on Huawei phone 18th March, 2020
Two DDG images combined with original on Topaz and Photoshop
Maisy, the dog, Hannah and Cole await a new family member. She will be our 3rd granddaughter - all under 2 years.
After photographing Braunston at Edale, I had an hour to kill before the passage of an expected class 60 on the Peak Forest to Attercliffe I decided on the spot just to the west of Earles sidings and also to watch the two light engines which had passed me on the way back from Edale. I wasn't expecting to see 20168 coming down the branch from Hope Cement works with some loaed cement tanks and take the mornings delivery of coal from Cwmbargoed up to the cement works. Needless to say wanting a shot of the loco passing the viaduct by thr Cheshire Cheese pub, I got distracted and missed the 60.
Photo captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 24-50mm F/4 lens and the bracketing method of photography. On the Bluff Trail. Garrapata State Park. Santa Lucia Mountains. Coast Range. Central Coast. Big Sur Area. Monterey County, Central California. On the last day of July 2017.
Exposure Time: 1/640 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: +1 / -1 * Color Temperature: 5650 K
Really wasn't expecting to get stuck behind this in Sutton Valence near Maidstone Today!, and this ex FirstGroup Buses vehicle from down in Bristol!, is now used by W.B. Chambers Farms to transport Farm workers around Sutton Valence and Langley Heath, and is used along with many other vehicles, including many ex Stagecoach Vehicles, and acording to Google Maps Satalite Imagery many other Farm Workers Buses can be found around Five Wents, Langley, Sutton Valence, Coxheath and Mereworth, all near Maidstone in Kent.
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Looking back at the archives I found and edited this photo.
I took the family on a skiing holiday to Tignes in France back in 2008. When there I found that an enterprising French diving instructor had taken a chainsaw and cut two holes in Lac Tignes and strung a safety rope between the two holes.
Wearing a drysuit with dry gloves and just my skiing thermals underneath I was as warm as toast during the dive. Saw a few trout which was nice.
I hadn't expected to go SCUBA diving on a skiing holiday! Not cheap but an experience to dive under ice at altitude that I decided could not be missed. My previous experience of diving under ice had been in a clay pit near Peterborough around 1982 in a wetsuit. A lot warmer in a drysuit.
Of course...
Gotham News reports multiples homicides, all involving bite marks and scratches on an Arkham Asylum security guard and multiple other citizens, and Manbat's cell just so happens to be in pieces and empty.
I knew it wouldn't be long until he broke out, but i expected it to be longer than a week. Oh well, that's Arkham. No time, for that right now, though. Alfred says i need to get out of the house. Says people are starting to worry that something's happened to me. He's not wrong. It has been a while since I've been in public. Alot longer than the usual amount of time that people mourn a death. But i haven't been mourning...I've been seeking vengeance. Joker's going to pay for his crimes against Gotham, and against me. Oh right, gotta smile for the cameras.
When i get outside, the flashes are almost blinding. So many of them all at once. Alfred holds them back to the best of his ability as i walk to the Black Bentley that's waiting in the driveway. The chauffeur starts driving once i get situated.
After a couple minutes, when we are driving through a wooded area, the car slows down to a stop and three guys get in the car.
"What are you you doing?! Who are you guys?"
"Shut up," one guy says.
And before i know it, i get sprayed with something...crap...it's c-it's chloro--chlorof.....
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I wake up in complete darkness, when a bright screen lights up in front of my face, about 20 feet or so away. I can now see that I'm in a giant concrete box, sitting in a metal chair, with my hands locked to the arms by metal cuffs. And then i realize that I'm in an electric chair.
On the screen, i see a man in a white smiley face mask with spiked shoulder plates and tech body armor. I can only see that far down. And then i notice the symbol on his chest. A cracked red skull. Anarky.
//"Hello Mr. Grayson. Or should say Nightwing?"//
"What do you want Anarky? I don't have time for this."
//"Aw, no time for me? That hurt my feelings. You need to be taught a lesson about manners!"// Suddenly i begin to feel extreme volts of electricity shocking me. The pain is unbearable.
"AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!"
//"Now, have we learned some manners?"//
"..."
//"HAVE WE learned some manners, Mr. Grayson?"//
"Yes, sir."
//"Good. Now I'm going to tell you where you need to go, and you-"//
"If you think I'm going to listen to a word you say, then-"
//"I WAS TALKING!"//
There's that shock again. "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!"
//"As i was saying, I am going to tell you where i want you to go and you will go there."//
"And why the heck would i do that?"
//"Because i left you a little...present there. *chuckles* The location of your gift is Gotham Bank. You better get there fast because there isnt much time before someone else gets it!"//
*Video turns to static*
Suddenly, the cuffs unlock and I can get up from the chair. Just then, a piece of the floor opens up in the far left corner of the room and a metal latter rises to the ceiling, leading to a manhole cover. I climb out of the room and find myself in the middle of a street. The bank is two blocks away. Great. So, i run the whole two blocks to Gotham Bank.
When i walk up to the doors, i start hearing screaming. Not just one person, lots of people. But then i hear a sound that's out of the ordinary. Almost like a giant...bat. Then i realize, someone else got my present.
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Thanks for reading guys! im so glad that i am able to write this, and that i came up wuth this idea, because its already so much fun. If you'd like me to tag you guys when issues are released, then comment poopydoo below! Yes, poopydoo.
~FANTXTIK
I was expecting this to be a 1600 or 2-litre, but I'd forgotten about the different engine sizes Capris had outside of the UK.
More photos to come from this garage - they appear to specialise in Italian cars but had a number of other older things around the place.....
Halfway through "Black and White Week", and I expect this shot will be the least popular of the lot. It's also the oldest. I like it because it captures the feeling, the atmosphere, of every small arena in Canada in the 1960s.
I didn't play hockey but I was in my share of rinks, often to photograph my brother's games. That's him - David Page - on the right, flying down the left wing, trying to corral the puck and evade the big defender who would like to dump him on his butt if possible. It looks like I'm on the ice, but actually I'm standing by the end boards, where the plexiglass ends. I guess they ran out of money when building the arena.
Kids still play on rinks like this across Canada, maybe a little more upscale now. We also played outdoors in those years, on frozen ponds and flooded backyard rinks. Now kids get channeled into the nationwide hockey factory at an early age, lesser players weeded out at each successive level. David is 17 here, and whatever level this was called was the highest he reached. In a few short years he went from being the biggest kid on his team to average size.
But it isn't the sports action that primarily interests me here, but rather, the ambiance. That haze hanging over the ice. The few, shadowy onlookers. I can feel the cool air in that building, wherever it was - Sainte-Thérèse? Sainte-Eustache? - on a winter day in Quebec. I can even smell it. It was such a huge part of my childhood.
A few years ago my friend Madonna was in Quebec and brought me back a t-shirt. It's white with blue lettering: La vie est simple. Manger. Dormir. Jouer au hockey. (Life is simple. Eat. Sleep. Play hockey.)
Photographed in a small city arena in Quebec (Canada); scanned from the original Tri-X negative. Pentax Spotmatic, 50mm lens. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1969 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Tried something a little bit different then I'm used to...
italic- Ghost Rider
bold- Satan/ the Devil
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I bet you're expecting a man full of sin, one who doesn't care for moral rights or laws. One who can walk the line of both worlds, and still not be scarred. If this is what you predicted, then you're dead wrong. I do walk both lines, but both lead to different trails.
It all started with her death. Imagine a perfect day, one that makes birds sing, and you can smell the dew in the air. Two people sit under a tree, as they usually did on a Sunday evening.
Her father always wanted her to go to church. She never went until I told her to. We went together, and after ever mass, we walked to that tree, and sat just listening to the world around us.
On that day, she said those words which I could never forget.
"I love you."
This is what kills me. These words were my undoing. Fear of what could happen if I took her under my wing. I said some stupid excuse, and went home. Then I decided that I could handle it. I could love her, and that I always would.
Well, you can probably guess what happened from there.
I ran back to the tree, like I was in some kind of movie, the guy chasing after the girl. But I was too late. She wasn't at the tree. I sat down on the ground, leaning on the tree. Then, I remember seeing smoke, coming from one of the streets.
It must have been a car accident I thought to myself. It had to be. But being that "good" man I thought I was, I ran down the hill again.
Once I got down to the street, I saw that it was a car crash. A stupid biker had crashed into a red Honda Civic.
This car accident meant nothing to anyone else around me. It was just a regular crash. But I remember seeing two bodies on the ground, painted with crimson liquid.
I felt something come out of my eye. Something I couldn't fell anymore. There she was, in the middle of the street, laying lifeless. The other victim was there also.
I used to be afraid of the sight of blood. But this was her. I ran into the street, nothing mattered anymore. Cars honking, rushing by me, while I was cradling her.
I yelled to see if anyone had called the police. I screamed it. I broke out into tears. Even though it felt like forever, waiting there, they finally arrived. The men that were supposed to help the citizens were finally here.
They couldn't help her though, no. She was "totaled" in car language.
They said there was a note in the car. They guessed she was writing it while she was driving.
I looked at the letter, and saw tears all over it. I unwrinkled the paper to see this:
John. I know you've been good to me, and I thank you for this. But, you seemed like you couldn't handle a marriage, and that's when I figured out I couldn't handle one either. I figured I couldn't handle anything. We were young, that's all. For lust, I believe. I'm not even sure I ever loved you. Did you ever lov.....
That's when it stopped. A pen mark went across the page from where it stopped. They said she was speeding. A death note.
The doctor said there was nothing he could do, but yet, I knew there was. I was a religious man. Prayer was my way of getting her back. It was the only way.
I prayed on and off for months. I never left the chapel, I slept there. I prayed for answers, but none returned.
One fateful day, I awoke to see a note. No a waver. The only words on the paper were,
Love is forever, but not without a soul.
Then, a place to sign was under it. I looked around, trying to find the person who gave the note. No one was around, and frankly, I was there for years. Time flew by, and I had no idea. The church had been destroyed, but the chapel remained. And the note. To sign the note, my fate was unknown. But love fueled me. It always had.
I signed.
Have you ever felt the feelings of butterflies in your stomach? Imagine it times twelve. Then the feeling of my eyes burning, like pepper spray, but instead of the spray, I got the seeds. I saw flames form around my eyes, and skin peel from my hands.
But then she appeared. She was alive, and she was confused. I approached her, pain still in my body. She saw me once, and fled. I screamed her name, and noticed my voice was changing. More, raspy.
My clothes burned away, and the feel of leather wrapped around me. A chain made of flames slung around my shoulder.
Time to come visit.
The voice dragged me down deep into the chapel.
It seems your prayers were answered.
The voice was like sandpaper rubbing against metal. I couldn't see at the moment, everything was dark. But then I saw red. All of it. The whole world was red. It had seemed like I fell, as I was on my face. I stood up, and saw the chain on my shoulder. It was heavy.
Come John.
The voice could be heard from a distance. I didn't want to go, but my feet were moving. I dragged the chain on the ground, up the hills, and down the hills. This was the Hell he made for me. I finally saw a figure, and it stood out. White and black, while everything else was red.
John... lets see... loved Geneviève Rosa... signed the contract. Yep, you're here. Welcome to Hell.
"What is this place?"
Hm. Duh, I just said Hell.
"This is a lot worse than expected."
So you expected to come down her?
"No... that's not what I... meant."
Well, you sold your soul to... me.
"That's what that note was?"
Yeah. Sorry, the big guy wasn't responding. I tried to help you.
"You can't help me. You're the... devil."
Oh come on. What are you? Human? Wait, never mind, you aren't that anymore.
"What did you do to me?"
A holy man turned Rider. I like irony John. Oh by the way...
He whistled, and I could hear a bike. I still remember hearing that sound. Tires scratching on the sands of Hell. It arrived, and I recognized it immediately. It was the same bike that had killed her.
"Ironic."
Quite. Get on.
"I'm not your faithful believer."
Well you are for Him.
"Let me guess... Ironic."
Look, just get on. You're my Rider now. My Ghost Rider. One who walks Earth, and Hell, making people pay for their sins, and bringing them down here for me. Simple.
I tried to reason with him, saying it was unfair. She had left me, even when I saved her. She took my soul, and threw me away. It not only hurt me, but fueled me with something worse than love.
Hatred. It's what will fuel you through your journeys.
I looked at him, and I remember him smiling.
"What is your bidding."
Perfect. There is a man who brings people back from the dead. I want him... I want Otto Octavious.
I hopped on the bike, and started the bike. Flames appeared from the bike, as I fueled the bike. My hatred could fuel all of Hell. But I had a job to do. I rode my bike up a ramp (ha it's still there) and went back onto Earth. As I said, I had a job to do.
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Yes, that was pretty long, but I really wanted to get the emotion in there. Anyways, you guys wanted this, so hopefully you like it!
better/melhor: View On Black___this is not a collage, I positioned her this way to get the rays of light coming out of clouds.
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não é montagem, pocisionei ela assim de forma q os rais de luz aparecessem saindo das nuvens.
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This was my second Keystone Conference (2022 was my first) so I fairly knew what to expect and that I would not be disappointed. The new venue offered a better location with many interesting places within walking distance; either for taking amazing photos or have a nice lunch or dinner. However, regardless of the venue, what most of us appreciate about a big conference like this, is getting to meet with old friends and make new ones. In my case, I also treasure the fact that it is the one time a year that I can be Cristy, and for a whole week!
At first, days seem to go by slowly but after Wednesday, time simply flies by, and one loses track of how many hugs have been given and photos have been taken! Thank God for photos, which capture moments that, otherwise, would be lost in an endless flow of continuous emotions and smiling faces.
Having been out on the Internet since 2004, I thought that my service to the community was done. After all, everything seems so easy and simple now, and every possible topic covered. I was pleasantly surprised to have many girls approach me to, in one way or another, thank me for what I had sheared over the years. Meeting online friends in person is always rewarding and even more so when they look so well put together and mention that you had some influence in their development and self-acceptance!
My deepest gratitude goes to those who took the time to come talk to me and shared such inspiring comments with me; you gave me renewed energy to find the time to continue to do my best to portray a positive image and, most of all, share my thoughts on the couple of social networks I am on. I consider myself very approachable and never a pretentious person so, never have second thoughts about saying hi if you see me in my yearly coming out of hibernation, or writing a message to ask any question you’d like to ask me. Like most of us, I do like compliments but most of all, like to feel useful and help within the limits of my knowledge and experience in the art of feminine illusion. I may only acknowledge a complimentary comment but will always respond a message asking a question.
Photos with friends are coming soon and will likely be accompanied by a short narrative that I deem relevant to the images but, for now, I needed to share this with all of you. Love you all!
This is one of the first photos I took, to see how my new wig looked from behind. I think it represents the new expectations we face before coming out of the room for the first time in a long time.
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Esta fue mi segunda conferencia Keystone (2022 fue la primera) así que sabía lo que me esperaba y que no me defraudaría. El nuevo hotel ofreció una mejor ubicación con muchos lugares interesantes a distancias caminables; ya fuera para tomar fotos o para comer bien. Sin embargo, independientemente del lugar, lo que la mayoría apreciamos de una conferencia grande como esta, es el poder encontrarse con viejas amistades y hacer nuevas. En mi caso, también atesoro el hecho de que es mi única oportunidad al año de ser Cristy, ¡y por toda una semana!
En un inicio los días pasan despacio, pero a partir del miércoles, ¡el tiempo simplemente vuelay una pierde la noción de cuántos abrazos se han dado y cuántas fotos se han tomado! Gracias a Dios por las fotos que capturan momentos que, de otra manera, se perderían en el flujo constante de emociones y caras sonrientes.
Como participante activa en Internet desde 2004, pensé que mi servicio a la comunidad había terminado. Después de todo, todo parece más fácil hoy y cada tema ha sido cubierto. Me sorprendió de manera muy agradable que muchas chicas se me acercaron con el propósito de agradecer, de una u otra manera, lo que había compartido a través de los años. ¡Conocer amigas virtuales en persona es siempre gratificante y más aún cuando lucen muy bien y mencionan que tú tuviste algo que ver con su evolución y autoaceptación!
Gracias desde el fondo de mi corazón a quienes se tomaron el tiempo de acercarse a conversar y compartir esos comentarios tan motivantes; renovaron mis energías para buscar el tiempo y seguir compartiendo mis pensamientos y proyectando una imagen positiva en las pocas redes en las que estoy. Siempre me he considerado una persona muy accesible y jamás pretenciosa así que no duden en saludarme cuando me vean en mi salida anual de hibernación, o de escribirme un mensaje para preguntar algo. Como la mayoría de nosotras, me gustan los cumplidos, pero más que nada, me gusta sentirme útil y ayudar dentro de las limitaciones de mi experiencia y conocimiento en el arte de la ilusión femenina. Puede que solo de señal de haber visto un cumplido, pero siempre responderé a un mensaje con una pregunta.
Ya vendrán las fotos con amigas y seguramente acompañadas de alguna historia relevante, pero, por ahora, necesitaba compartir esto con ustedes. ¡Les quiero mucho!
Esta es una de las primeras fotos que tomé para ver cómo se vela la nueva peluca por atrás. Sin embargo, representa las nuevas expectativas que todas tenemos antes de salir de la habitación por primera vez en mucho tiempo.