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A pious man explained to his followers: "It is evil to take lives and noble to save them. Each day I pledge to save a hundred lives. I drop my net in the lake and scoop out a hundred fishes. I place the fishes on the bank, where they flop and twirl. 'Don't be scared,' I tell those fishes. 'I am saving you from drowning.' Soon enough, the fishes grow calm and lie still. Yet, sad to say, I am always too late. The fishes expire. And because it is evil to waste anything, I take those dead fishes to market and I sell them for a good price. With the money I receive, I buy more nets so i can save more fishes.
~Anonymous
(as told by Amy Tan in 'Saving Fish from Drowning')
Assessing the threat posed by asteroids or other near-Earth objects (NEO) that come close to the Earth during their orbit around the Sun is a complex process.
At ESA, scientists and engineers at the Agency's NEO Coord Centre in Italy consider a range of factors in determining whether any asteroid poses a risk. These include the object's size, estimated mass, composition and trajectory, among other factors.
Some asteroids are very large, and would cause enormous destruction if any were to strike Earth, but their estimated population in our Solar System is rather small and more than 90% of these are thought to have been discovered. None of these pose any risk of impact.
Some are very small − below 10 m diameter − and only a tiny fraction of the estimated population of these have been discovered, but any impact would be harmless.
The main challenge stems from the population of middle-size objects, ranging from the upper tens of metres to hundreds of metres in diameter. There are a lot of these asteroids, and most have not been spotted yet. Any impact from one of these could really do damage to a city or a populated area. But if they are discovered early enough, their point of impact could be estimated with a good degree of accuracy, and measures could be taken to protect people.
Today, no known object merits any worry, but many remain undiscovered, so we need to keep searching.
Credits: ESA, CC BY-SA 3.0 IGO
There is really no explaining this one other than to say I wanted to participate in the We're Here theme "Eggs are mu Muse".
Can anyone come up with a better title?
La fleur, évidence de vie:
"Sur toute la terre,il n'y a rien de plus beau qu'une fleur.C'est une chanson de vie,un témoignage à l'extrême sensibilité du Créateur.C'est la beauté du logos de Dieu manifestée dans une petite flamme de joie,une concentration d'énergie extraordinaire qui jaillit d,une terre morte comme prophétie de la résurrection.Qui peut expliquer la merveille de la rose ou de son parfum qui peu de temps avant,n'était que poussière....Poussière enfin de transformée par l'action de la vie,mystérieuse,à peine croyable écrite par le doigt de Dieu dans les chromosomes de cette plante fragile.Dans le sein de la fleur nait et murit le fruit.,La fleur n'existe que pour former le fruit,après quoi ses pétales se fannent et disparaissent.Ensuite le fruit seul,dépourvu de sa couronne printanière et travaillé par l'action de la sécheresse et de la lumière,aboutit à la création de la semence,prête à se reproduire et dans laquelle se retrouve ce meme principe de vie." Explosion de vie de Ralph Shallis
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Flower : evidence of life
" Around the world , there is nothing more beautiful than a flower.It is a song of life, a testimony to the extreme sensitivity of Créateur. It is the beauty of the logos of God manifested in a flame of joy, a concentration of extraordinary energy that flows to a dead land as prophecy résurrection.Who can explain the wonder of pink or fragrance that shortly before , was only dust ... . dust finally transformed by the action of life , mysterious , almost unbelievable written by the finger of God in the chromosomes of this plant within the fragile. flower is born and matures fruit. , the flower is as to form the fruit, after which its petals and disapear..Therefore the fruit alone, deprived of her crown spring and worked by the action of drought and light , leading to the creation of the seed , ready to reproduce and which finds this same principle of life. " Explosion of life of Ralph Shallis
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New Tokyo International Airport. 2018. Before going to Guam. shot ... 5 / 6
(Today 's photo, it is unpublished.)
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I Won't Hold You Back ….. TOTO
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In November 2014, we caught the attention of the party selected to undertake the publicity for a mobile phone that changed the face of the world with just a single model, and will conclude a confidentiality agreement with them.
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Interviews and novels.
About my book.
I published a book in old days.
At that time, I was uploading my interview on the net on the net.
That Japanese and English.
I will make it public for free.
Details were explained to the Amazon site.
How to write a novel.
How to take pictures.
Distance to the work.
They all have a common item.
I made a sentence about what I felt, and left it.
I hope that my text can be read by many people.
Thank you.
Mitsushiro.
1 Interview in English
「interview_eng.pdf」
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2 novels. unforgettable 'English version.(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
「novel_unforgettable_eng.pdf」
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3 Interview Japanese version
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4 novels. unforgettable ' JPN version.
「novel_unforgettable_jpn.pdf」
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5 A streamlined trajectory. only Japanese.
「streamlined_trajectory.pdf」
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iBooks. Electronic Publishing. It is free now.
0.about the iBooks.
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1.unforgettable '(ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
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2.unforgettable '(JNP.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
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3. Streamlined trajectory.(For Japanese only.)
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My Novel >> Unforgettable'
(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
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There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.
One, to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.
The other, to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days, staring at the shine
quietly.
Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.
I face myself to change tomorrow, a vague day into something certain.
That is the meaning of a rebirth.
I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.
After she left, I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After
she left, how many times did I depend too much on her, doubt her, envy her and keep on telling lies
until I realized it is love?
I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the
daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.
I had been thinking about such a thing.
However, I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see
something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me, a guy filled with ambiguous, unstable
tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.
Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon
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Title of my book > unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
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The schedule of the next novel.
Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable '2)
(It will not go away forever)
Please give me some more time. That is Japanese.
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An exhibition in 2019.
spring.
theme.
Silence Is the Way. (Tentative title)
place. Tokyo Big Site.
Sponsoring. Design festa.
2020.
Date unknown.
DIC Kawamura Memorial Art Museum attached gallery.
place. Sakura City, Chiba Prefecture.
theme.
From that day, forever ...
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タイトル。
送信。
( LUMIX G3 shot )
次の小説のイメージ。
Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)
（いつまでもなくならないだろう）
新東京国際空港。２０１８年。グアムへ行く前。 shot … 5 / 6
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。)
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I Won't Hold You Back ….. TOTO
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プロフィール。
2014年11月、たった1機種で世界を塗り替えた携帯電話の広告を請け負った選考者の目に留まり、秘密保持同意書を結ぶ。
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インタビューと小説。
僕の本について。
僕は、昔に本を出版しました。
その際に、僕のインタビューをPDFでネット上へアップロードしていました。
その日本語と英語。
僕は、無料でを公開します。
詳細は、アマゾンのサイトへ解説しました。
小説の書き方。
写真の撮影方法。
作品への距離感。
これらはすべて共通項があります。
僕は、僕が感じたことを文章にして、残しました。
僕のテキストが多くの人に読んでもらえることを望みます。
ありがとう。
Mitsushiro.
１ インタビュー 英語版
「interview_eng.pdf」
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２ 小説。unforgettable’ 英語版。
「novel_unforgettable_eng.pdf」
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３ インタビュー 日本語版
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４ 小説。unforgettable’ 日本語版。(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
「novel_unforgettable_jpn.pdf」
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５ 流線形の軌跡。 日本語のみ。
「streamlined_trajectory.pdf」
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iBooks.電子出版。（現在は無料）
0.about the iBooks.
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2017/03/about-digit...
1.unforgettable’ ( ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...
For Japanese only.
2.unforgettable’ ( JNP.ver.)(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...
3.流線形の軌跡。
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僕の小説。英語版
My Novel Unforgettable' (This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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Title of my book > unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
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www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...
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次の小説の予定。
Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)
（いつまでもなくならないだろう）
もう少し時間をください。それは日本語です。
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２０１９年の展示。
春。
テーマ。
Silence Is the Way.(仮題)
場所。東京ビッグサイト。
Sponsoring. Design festa.
２０２０年。
日時未定。
DIC川村記念美術館付属ギャラリー。
場所。千葉県佐倉市。
テーマ。
あの日から、ずっと…
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World War One Explained as a bar fight...
H/T - Theospark.net
Germany, Austria and Italy are standing together in the middle of the pub, when Serbia bumps into Austria, and spills Austria's pint.
Austria demands Serbia buy it a complete new suit, because there are splashes on its trouser leg.
Germany expresses its support for Austria's point of view
Britain recommends that everyone calm down a bit.
Serbia points out that it can't afford a whole suit, but offers to pay for cleaning Austria's trousers.
Russia and Serbia look at Austria.
Austria asks Serbia who it's looking at.
Russia suggests that Austria should leave its little brother alone.
Austria inquires as to whose army will assist Russia in compelling it to do so.
Germany appeals to Britain that France has been looking at it, and that this is sufficiently out of order that Britain should not intervene.
Britain replies that France can look at who it wants to, that Britain is looking at Germany too, and what is Germany going to do about it?
Germany tells Russia to stop looking at Austria, or Germany will render Russia incapable of such action.
Britain and France ask Germany whether it's looking at Belgium.
Turkey and Germany go off into a corner and whisper. When they come back, Turkey makes a show of not looking at anyone.
Germany rolls up its sleeves, looks at France, and punches Belgium.
France and Britain punch Germany. Austria punches Russia. Germany punches Britain and France with one hand and Russia with the other.
Russia throws a punch at Germany, but misses and nearly falls over. Japan calls over from the other side of the room that it's on Britain's side, but stays there. Italy surprises everyone by punching Austria.
Australia punches Turkey, and gets punched back. There are no hard feelings, because Britain made Australia do it.
France gets thrown through a plate glass window, but gets back up and carries on fighting. Russia gets thrown through another one, gets knocked out, suffers brain damage, and wakes up with a complete personality change.
Italy throws a punch at Austria and misses, but Austria falls over anyway. Italy raises both fists in the air and runs round the room chanting.
America waits till Germany is about to fall over from sustained punching from Britain and France, then walks over and smashes it with a barstool, then pretends it won the fight all by itself.
By now all the chairs are broken, and the big mirror over the bar is shattered. Britain, France and America agree that Germany threw the first punch, so the whole thing is Germany's fault . While Germany is still unconscious, they go through its pockets, steal its wallet, and buy drinks for all their friends.
Working through today’s edit for a coming story update with David.
David explained the injuries he suffered as a result of an attack in Market Town, prior to the accident that blinded him for life and washed his plate after eating his daily ready meal.
Since his mother, Eugene’s passing in November last year, every meal is prepared and eaten, alone.
Penny explained what she knew: "The commuter is going to operate again starting on Christmas Eve. I don't have to mail myself home -- I'm so happy!"
"Wait a minute. The commuter is resuming service? Are you sure?" Emily asked. Clearly, she knew a Room 1 resident she wanted to check on in person.
"Positive! I was walking Johnny's dog Bobo when I saw a police officer putting a new sign up at the commuter stop. We can travel between rooms for a full week!"
To be continued... :)
Kimmy explained it to me, that the restriction of a corset is not, in small doses, an entirely displeasurable experience. That the constriction of the waist, the difficulty in being able to breathe, is not so different from other...activities in which breathing is restricted.
That, and it looks hot.
Define:
NSFW – Not Safe For Work.
Mit diesem Prädikat werden Videos, E-Mails und Links versehen, die man sich besser nicht in der Nähe seiner Arbeitskollegen oder gar seines Chefs anschaut.
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#WreckingBall #mileycyrus #perfectmusic #Love
#EAGLE1EFFI #EffiArt
Outside the US, she performed the song at Germany on Wetten Dass and on the Bambi Awards.
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Wrecking Ball (engl. für Abriss-Birne, Abrissbirne)
effiart 2013 - art & expression
effi-adapted - under construction -
Miley Cyrus - naked - riding a wrecking ball. The Evil, the wrecking ball, is tamed by femininity.
" Take Care of YOUR Own" - "Beschütze Dich selbst!"
Miley Cyrus reitet nackt eine Abrissbirne. Das Böse , die Abrissbirne, wird durch Weiblichkeit gezähmt.
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Miley Cyrus' Image-Transformation von der keuschen Hannah Montana zum lasziven Vamp ist wohl spätestens mit dem Video zur Single "Wrecking Ball", in dem sie nackt auf einer Abrissbirne schaukelt, vollständig abgeschlossen.
Verantwortlich für die freizügigen Bilder ist Starfotograf Terry Richardson, der normalerweise Models für Magazine wie Vouge, Vice und GQ in Szene setzt und auch schon Kampagnen für Modemarken wie Levi's, Sisley und Gucci bebildert hat.
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Miley Cyrus wurde am 23. November 1992 als Tochter von Countrysänger Billy Ray Cyrus in Nashville, Tennessee geboren. Mileys Patentante ist Country-Sängerin Dolly Parton.
Ihre Eltern gaben ihr den Namen Destiny Hope, doch schon früh erhielt sie den Spitznamen Smiley, weil sie schon als Baby viel lachte. Daraus ergab sich später die Kurzform Miley, die sie bis heute als ihren Namen verwendet.
Ihren ersten Auftritt als Schauspielerin hatte Cyrus in der US TV-Serie "Doc", in der ihr Vater die Hauptrolle spielte. Im Alter von 11 Jahren folgte schließlich das Casting für "Hannah Montana".
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She wears a pair of Dr. Martens 1490 Boots in Cherry Red Smooth - the rest of the outfit invisible !
the only thing she’s wearing - a big “Wrecking Ball”
The 20-year-old pop singer has been tweeting a countdown to the release and riding a wave of publicity since her controversial performance at the MTV Video Music Awards on Sunday, Aug. 25.
memorable moments - Miley Cyrus' "dirty" (sexy) dancing with Robin Thicke
Kaum ist der skandalträchtige Auftritt bei den MTV Video Music Awards ein wenig in Vergessenheit geraten, erscheint Miley Cyrus bereits mit etwas Neuem auf der Bildfläche: Die 20-jährige US-Amerikanerin veröffentlicht die zweite Single "Wrecking Ball" aus ihrem Album Bangerz, das am 4. Oktober erschien.
( four years before:
Dirty Dancer - 16 Years old -
Though viewers were shocked when Cyrus, then 16, swirled around a pole during a performance of "Party in the USA" at the 2009 Teen Choice Awards, her dad Billy Ray didn't see what the fuss was over.
"You know what? I just think that Miley loves entertaining people," he explained.)
Hot on the heels of her controversial VMAs performance, Miley Cyrus has released the music video for her latest single, ‘Wrecking Ball’.
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Miley Cyrus - Wrecking Ball (Official Video)
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" Take Care of YOUR Own"
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I came in like a wrecking ball
I never hit so hard in love
All I wanted was to break your walls
All you ever did was wreck me
Yeah, you wreck me
Miley Cyrus
Inhalt Beziehungen
Annäherung und Ablehnung, Nähe und Zerstörung, Flucht und spätes Schuldeingeständnis
playlist
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Ich kam hinein wie eine Abrissbirne
Ich war nie so sehr verliebt
Alles was ich wollte war deine Wände brechen
Alles was du jemals machtest war mich vernichten
Ja, du vernichtest mich.
Wrecking Me !
Alles, was du jemals machtest war mich vernichten
Ja, du vernichtest mich
Verzeihung:
Ich hatte nie vor, einen Krieg zu beginnen
Ich wollte nur, dass du mich hineinlässt
Ich denke, ich hätte dich besser hineingelassen
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And instead of using force
I guess I should’ve let you in
I never meant to start a war
, Cyrus' confirmed that the couple had called off their engagement after more than three years together with Liam Hemsworth.
[HD] Miley Cyrus - GETITRIGHT Jingle Ball 2013
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Miley Cyrus - Summertime Sadness Jingle Ball Madison Square
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The Evolution Of Miley Cyrus
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"Wrecking Ball" is a song performed by American recording artist Miley Cyrus for her fourth studio album Bangerz (2013).
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Als zweite Single des Albums wurde Wrecking Ball am 25. August 2013 veröffentlicht. Sie erreichte Platz 1 in mehreren Ländern wie den USA, Kanada und Großbritannien
Explaining why this image is so special to me would be like explaining a joke. Actually, since it is a joke, it would be exactly like explaining a joke.
On an unrelated subject, anyone (or One) who tells you not to do something simply because He wants to see if you’ll disobey Him is abusive (or Abusive).
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‘Eat the Fruit’
Camera: Exakta Verex VX (c1951)
Lens: Isco-Gottinggen 1.9/50mm
Film: Kodak Etkachrome E200; (x10/2011)
Process: E-6
Montrose, Nebraska
"Explain your actions!...My actions? - For ordering your troops against one another!"
--Captain Rex to Krell
Before I explain this MOC of mine, I'd like to thank my followers. You are all honorable individuals of whom I value dearly. Each of you guys have been looking towards my posts when they are uploaded and critique and enjoy them in a constructive and supportive manner. I'd like to especially thank Brickwarrior2016, a follower of mine who was kind enough to give me a shout out on his stream! He is a great builder and has my respect, as you all do. Please Check him Out (:.
Okay so now for the MOC. This is the Consolidated PBY used by the United States Navy in World War Two. It has folding landing gear and has the potential to hold a mini figure (though there are no furnishings within this beast quite yet.) It is, of course, an amphibious craft capable of landing in both land and water. Hope you guys like it!
A Curious Vigilance
Part Two
Tickling Dragons
The story Concludes
Acte 6
Ginny whispered :
"There is a man watching us from outside the gate A car parked behind your brother’s. Could it be a night watchman?”
“Nightwatchman? “I answer, looking at Ginny as her eyes are still staring past me at the newcomer.
“We have never seen one here before. I guess we just need to go and ask him.”
I turned, and Ginny, her long dress making swishing sounds from behind, as we both approached the gate.
He didn’t look anything like a watchman, didn’t even have a flashlight.
And I suppose I should have been warier of a stranger.
But he appeared to be a very affable chap by the way he smiled at us, hands casually place in his pockets as he watched us approach.
Rugged good looks as they say, and he was dashing in a turtleneck and trousers. I did feel he should have been smoking a pipe to complete his look.
“He looks like a spy,” I said over my shoulder to Ginny, who giggled.
“Cheers.”
Ginny said in greeting as we reached the open gate.
He nodded.
It’s amazing how telling a little nod can be. If a person nods a certain way as you greet him, you know thinks your looney. Or if he is suspicious, you can also tell by the way he nods his head. No words were necessary.
But this chaps nod, told me he was obviously intrigued by something, probably by us two and why we were here, all dressed up?
So of course he asked us:
“What in the world are you ladies up to.”
His words come out easy. I was right, he appeared to be indeed affable in an urbane manner.
Ginny starts to tell him right off, explaining how we had left a wedding reception to come to one of our haunts to drink and indulge in a little role-play, then how we thought he was some type of watchman.
He seemed quite interested, and when Ginny had finished, asked:
“I would very much like to learn more. Perhaps even join in if you two lovely ladies would be game?”
Acte 6
We invited him over to the pagoda stairs and talk it over with him
Ginny handed him the whiskey. He took a sniff, then a small sip swished it in his mouth before swallowing.
“That’s lovely .” He said handing the bottle back.
Ginny took a small swig and handed it to me, I did the same and handed it to the newcomer.
He held onto the bottle, as he started to explain himself.
“I was passing by, slowed down as a fox, coming from the cemetery, crossed the road in front. I looked over and saw two rather well-dressed ladies dancing up on a platform, in a cemetery?”
“The sight rather piqued my curiosity. You both looked too alive to be ghosts. The reception explains how you two are dressed.”
His eyes were on Ginny, Admiring her sleek satin high shoulder sleeve sheath dress, the glittery silver rhinestone Dragon decoration very shimmery, but not quite so as her dazzling pendant, now in my pocket, had been. I was sorry he wasn’t able to see it.
Then he turned his eyes onto me.
I myself knew how my purple silk dress and black satin jacket presented themselves, for I cannot lie, I practiced walking up to mum’s full-length mirror, admiring the flowing, swirling effect of the purple silk skirt pouring down from my covering black satin jacket.
Clearing his throat, almost sounding like he was gulping, the newcomer went on as his eyes went back to Ginny:
“Not sure if I should disturb, I then saw this one(pointing to me) lifting your necklace.”
Ginny’s hand shot to her throat, looking at me with a giggling smile:
“You devil.”
I pulled it out of my pocket and gave it back to her to put in. He might as well see the scintillating show it puts on.
He noticed… I saw his eyes open very wide as he simply said:
“Pretty.”
Before continuing, his eyes now glued to Ginny:
“Then as you two finished dancing, I was deciding if I should just leave or give you a warning.”
Ginny cut in:
“ I lifted her bracelet, you must have missed that bit?”
He nodded.
“I see, there was more going on than I had first realized. Because then I saw your friend holding you up to nick your bracelet and hair barrette.”
Looking at us both curiously, he asked:
“So is this something you do for fun, or are the two of you rehearsing for a play, a movie, or …something else? Could you tell me cause it’s killing me not knowing?”
Ginny answered him:
“No lad, this is something our friends and us do for fun. Have been doing it since we were little ones.”
He looked at us thoughtfully, lifting the bottle he finally took a mouthful, then handed it off to Ginny.
Swishing it thoughtfully around in his mouth he swallowed, then said:
“I might then ask if either of you have actually done anything before like this, for real I mean?”
I answered, cutting Ginny off:
“No, always just for play, never for keeps.”
He sighed, but the reason for him doing so was not clear to me.
“So then, I have seen the pair of you in action, and I sure was impressed with your deft light-fingered skill… I'd like to ask you if you'd be willing to show me a thing or two?”
I looked over at Ginny. She nodded that we accept him in.
For my part, I was down deep thinking. he would do for the male parts like my brother would have been playing if he had been here with us instead of throwing pointy things at a board.
Ginny turned her deliciously made-up eyes from me to the newcomer:
“Sorry luv, We never introduced ourselves…
My name is Ginny, this is Cadence, Cade for short. What’s your name?
Just call me ‘Watchman’ he said with a sly smirk.
Acte 7
I stand up. Proud that I wasn’t wobbling too very much from all the straight whisky we had been drinking.
Going over to my cell, I select a few slow dance songs and start them off.
Coming back I see that Ginny was already up on the platform, swaying to the music.
The ‘Watchman’ was at the bottom of the steps. waiting for me.
Okay, lad. This is me being your first victim
“Lesson 1 .”
I hold up my wrist, exposing my remaining bracelet.
“Wow, that’s sparkly!”
Lesson one, in lesson one..." I giggled
“ luv, make sure you never remark upon the jewels your potential mark is wearing
He cleverly pulled an invisible zipper over his lips
“Examine my bracelets’ clasp. This is a common slip-in clasp. Simply push down here and it releases. Ginny’s is the same way. Feel it and try undoing it with one hand.”
He does so, smiling
“I feel like a real thief, though this is not real, right, just play?”
I just smiled mysteriously, then said encouragingly.
“You can see it as play, or pretend in your mind it is real. Now you did great, practice refasten it and undo its clasp a couple more times.“
He did as instructed.
I then tell him…
“ I’m going to walk past you. “
“As soon as my back is to you. Come up and tap the opposite shoulder of the arm where I’m wearing the bracelet you want to nick from me. As you do take your other arm and reach down and undo the bracelet. Then hold it behind your back as you apologize for mistaking me for someone else.”
I went up aways, turned around, and walked past.
He was standing in the shadows.
I pulled up my cuffed sleeve, making sure he saw my bracelet as it now dangled freely.
He pulled it off without a hitch.
Coming up behind me, tapping me on the shoulder.
Even though I knew it was coming, I did automatically turn in that direction.
I felt him go for my wrist, doing a passable job of lifting off my rhinestone bracelet.
I turned and saw him dangling it in front of me.
I held up my wrist and as he replaced it, I called up to Ginny.
“Your turn girl, as this gentleman approaches, walk down the stairs and smell the flowers.“
I turn to the ‘Watchman’, eagerly eyeing Ginny.
“As your victim walks down, walk up behind her bumping her as she is bending over. Nick her bracelet as you do so.
Ginny made it easy as she held the hand with the bracelet up over her back as she bent down ( necklace dangling) and lifted up a flower to smell with her other hand
He walked up and with one hand lifted another flower to her nose, while his right hand's fingers easily undid the emerald bracelet and slipped it from her wrist.
I walked up as he helped Ginny back on with her bracelet:
“Ready for lesson two?”
He nodded to both of us.
Acte 8
“Ok then. Onto Lesson two…Necklaces.”
I could ‘feel’ his eyes studying ours, smiling wistfully he said:
“This should prove interesting, I’ve seen some very pretty necklaces being worn in my time.”
I smiled, lifting mine as a glimmering teaser…
“You may be surprised at how easy it can be, sir.”
He gave me his boyishly handsome grin:
“You are on, surprise me.”
I tell the ‘watchman’ that Ginny and I will start dancing. You observe us, then come up and cut in, take me first.
Ginny and I walked up to the platform. There we began dancing around the platform of the pagoda, twirling and swirling about in the fast falling dusk.
He watched us from down below for maybe a minute before coming up.
He taps Ginny on the shoulder.
“May I?”
Ginny breaks off and dances to herself as she watched over us
He took me up in his arms, dancing like he was no stranger to it, it was rather lovely I had to admit.
I began the second lesson.
The one that would have him target the diamonds and sapphires that hung down glittery from around my neck.
“Now lad, take your hand from my waist and gently caress your way up to the back of my jacket to my throat.”
He did so, my figure prickling under his touch, and over what I was having him do.
“Now with a bit of a caress, lift my necklace and pull it down, gently now, that’s it. Once you have it laying on the back of my jacket, you're free to snap open the clasp…very good, I did not feel that!”
He grinned at my praise, I could happily tell he was enjoying this. His eyes had the same look that my twin brother gets when doing this.
“Nod when you are ready.”
He did so with enchanting enthusiasm.
“So lift up one end of the necklace, then twirl me around, using the motion to pull off my necklace and hide it in your fist.”
He then executed a twirling of me with such perfect precision that I never felt a thing. “
“Good show!“ I complimented him
He had enjoyed it so much, that he shyly asked if we could do it again.
I replaced my necklace and went back into his arms.
This time he needed no prodding, and before I was aware of anything amiss, I felt his fingers depositing my necklace into my satin jacket’s side pocket.
Ginny was giggling, then beckoned him over.
“Try it on me next.”
She said, holding up her necklace.
He took her into his arms.
I couldn’t really hear over the music, but he was saying things to Ginny that were making her blush. Though I’d imagine the whiskey had a lot to do with it.
His hand whisked easily up the rich satin backside of her gown. I saw it disappear underneath her let-down silky soft hair.
I saw her pendant begin to unnaturally move up in between her breasts. Then suddenly, effortlessly, effectively, being pulled up by one end slipping up her sleekly covered front till it disappears over her shoulder.”
The dance ended, and our ‘Watchman’ kissed Ginny on the backside of her hand, the other hand clutching her jeweled pendant.
He came over and deposited Ginny’s necklace in my pocket, as I took him into my arms.
Seeing his eyes were curiously closed, I whispered, surprisingly, a bit hoarsely .”
“I think you are ready for the third lesson, earrings.”
His eyes opened wide…
“You are joking, aren’t you?”
I shook my head, feeling my earrings bouncing out, giggling.
“Follow along my suave thief, I know you have been desiring to nick them from us.”
Acte 9
We took the second dance a bit slower this time and I talked him through it:
I then began to teach him how to lift a lady’s dangling earrings.
“Really it can be done,” I tell him as he still looks unconvinced.
“You dance with your chosen victim. Tell her how pretty she is. Keep your eyes on the mark's eyes, make sure they are concentrating on anything but your hands until you are ready to make your start.
If her hair is down take your hands and lift her hair. Like that now as you do place your pinkie finger behind my ears and lift up on the back of the prongs, not all the way.”
He did so, clumsily at first, but I generously give him a few tries, until He managed to do it with little effort.
“Perfect…
Now tell her how gorgeous she looks as you drop her hair back down. As you reach my ear lobes, both hands at the same time, take your fingers and press up against each ear, then caress my earlobes lifting my earrings.
Then palm them and put your fists to my waist. Then drop them into a pocket .”
He appeared genuinely to be surprised by just how easy it was. And the way he caressed was very nice also, one might add.
I nod towards an eagerly waiting Ginny...
“You can have a go at hers next. If you would like?”
I could see it in his eyes, he very much would.
He moves over to Ginny and takes her in his arms. Swirls her around a few times till I can see she is dizzy.
“What a smashing idea.”
I whispered to myself, sending a compliment to his backside.
He lifts Ginny’s recently let-down hair, holding it there as he says something that made her blush a brite red.
Then he moves his hands back down, and the next time Ginny comes into my view, gone are her emerald earrings.
I go up behind her, like an accomplice, and he hands them to me. I pocket them and move off downstairs to have a bit of a cool down, and a drink from the bottle.
Soon Ginny and ‘Watchman’ join me.
Acte 10
As We passed the bottle back and forth again. The slow dance music continues, keeping the mood mellow and a bit, I’ll admit, swooning.
I then started really feeling flush, like Ginny had been looking on the dance floor.
Ginny giggles, teasing.
“Cade, You look hot, and I don’t mean in a sexy way. “
“Thank you, Ginny”
I said failing to have it come out as being sarcastic.
Our ‘Watchman’ murmured:
“No girl, your flush. Here let’s take that pretty jacket off you for a bit and get you cooled down.”
He went behind me as I stood up.
“Here allow me. “
I wriggle out of it. He takes it down and lays it by our purses and then taking off his suit coat, lays, it across the back of the marble bench.
“Such a gentleman…”
Ginny sighs.
He comes back. Lifting Ginny’s hand, then kissing it on the backside, her fingers down, he says.
“I heard that, thank you for that lovely compliment and, for such a jolly fun time.”
He then kissed my hand.
“I thank you also, for taking me under your wing, my pretty one.”
Now it was my turn to close my eyes as my face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Taking up the bottle, he stepped down to the ground
“Thank you both, I had great teachers.”
He then saluted us and took a drink from the bottle. Handing it back to us.
He looked us both over.
“Forgive me, but You know I really do find it hard to believe that you’ve never been tempted to do this in real life.”
Both Ginny and I answered together.
“But of course we have !”
I added:
“How can one not feel tempted?”
I continued, explaining:
“There is always a desire, almost a yearning, to nick the jewels we see others wearing out. But our moral compass would never allow it, and I can vouch for all of us, right Ginny?”
Ginny nodded, taking a sip of the whiskey.
“We simply just play those thoughts out amongst ourselves.. or I write them in a story.”
The Watchman’ nodded his head in apparent agreement.
Then looking at me…
“You write stories?”
I nodded…
“Not very good ones I’m afraid. My brother does also. Mainly just for our group, but we have posted some up on various internet avenues.”
The ‘Watchman’s’ eyes were still fixed on me, as he thoughtfully stroked his chin.
“That’s very interesting. Sounds like you all make the most of this. I would never have imagined any of this would be actually going on. And here it is going on, in this corner of Wales.”
As we both take pulls at the fast emptying bottle of whiskey, he looks around, then back at Ginny and I…
“You know what I think would top off this evening for me? That would be me being escorted by a pair of lovely ladies around this cemetery and having you both recount the many stories I’m sure you have at different places here.”
Ginny looked at me nodding.
We take the bottle and lead him off.
Acte 11
We continued taking sips from the bottle telling about our adventures here, as we strolled about the cemetery. Relating to him numerous stories. He listened very attentively. Asking a lot of questions.
I will mention a few stories that appeared to really grab his interest:
Passing a grove of trees inside the cemetery, I told him that it was here we played cops and robbers.
He said he could remember playing that game also.
“Not like our version.” Ginny chimed in with a giggle…
“One of us girls would be standing blindfolded at the pagoda dressed up and wearing jewels. The thief would be given a head start to hide in the trees before the cops gave chase. The thief had to elude the police and sneak up on the blindfolded girl without being caught by her. Then tag her. If successful, he can rob her, taking all her jewelry. He then tried to make it back to base without the cops capturing him, or her.”
He bowed in mock jest.
“No, nothing as fun and inventive as that.”
We stopped up on a higher area overlooking the pagoda down below.
As the ‘Watchman’ looked downhill he said:
“So, there are more of you that do this? But they didn’t come with you this evening?”
Ginny giggles:
“No the lads are playing at darts tonight. But we were all here a fortnight ago .”
He turned and winked at Ginny
“But not tonight. So did you all practice lifting off each other?”
I answered with a self-satisfied smile:
“We did, then we did a little bit of play-acting. Didn’t we Ginny?”
Ginny laughed cheerily:
“You can say that!”
She turned to our companion.
The ‘Watchman’ nodded eagerly.
“I would love to have you tell me about it.”
“So Cade and I were both wearing old satin bridesmaid's dresses and rhinestones. Brian and Craig were in suits. We had been practicing Picking pockets and lifting jewels when I said we should play a game. And Brian came up with a brilliant one to end the night off.”
I nudged Ginny:
“You were the prey, and I was the thief for that one.”
I took over the storytelling:
“Actually there were two for the first game, thieves I mean. A couple, Man and Lady. I took off some of my jewellry and added it to what Ginny was already wearing. Then Brian played her husband dancing on the pagoda. Craig and I were the thieves watching and plotting from below. Brian came down for drinks and I lured him off.”
Ginny giggled taking the bottle from me and handing it to our companion.
“Cade even handcuffed him to a tree, searched him, taking his watch, ring, tie clasp, and wallet.”
I nodded:
“Meanwhile Craig went up and started dancing with Ginny. Then, when the worried wife missed her husband, her dance partner went with her to look.
He lured her off to the grove of trees we just were at. I laid in wait and well, her wealthy husband had a front row seat as his gullible wife unwittingly fell into some unforgiving thievery.
I took a sip from the bottle;
“Then we reset up, played a few more games along similar lines.”
Ginny said, to us both:
“When we get back we can put on our jewels and maybe end with a little role play? Wouldn’t that be delicious?”
The ‘Watchman’ looked thoughtfully away from us down to the pagoda:
He then turned back to us, taking the bottle, tipping it to his mouth before saying.:
“Food for thought ladies, food for thought. If I could be the thief, and you two my prey, I may have gone for it at that. No handcuffs though. Speaking of which I bet your lads are going to wish they had been here tonight. Shall we continue on first, I’m enjoying this?”
Ginny giggled:
“I’d forgotten about the handcuffs. I have…”
I nudged her in the back, silencing her.
Acte 12
Going on aways, walking the grown-over paved path amongst rows of gravestones. I stopped before a circle of gravestones.
“We call this the witches circle. We like to sit in this circle and tell ghost stories. In between playing. As we got older we came down and told stories in the dark.
“That would creep me!” The ‘Watchman’ said.
Circling around to head back, Ginny stopped him by a tall, narrow crypt
“Craig used to tell us, girls, a real-life cat burglar was entombed here. And sometimes ladies passing by this spot would have their jewels vanish
Of course, he had already taken something off one or both of us, so when he told the story..,
The ‘watchman apologizes for cutting Ginny off, hold that thought luv. But all this whiskey, I really need to, sorry ladies, have a pee... Any chance of a loo nearby?”
We both nod no, giggling at the thought.
“Then I suppose the grove of trees it is. Be back in a sec., wait here, I want to hear the whole story on the spot where it happened.”
With that, he walked off with some haste to his step.
Acte 13
“Bloody men.”Ginny giggles.
“Can do their business anywhere.”
We both took a couple of swigs.
Ginny romantically sighed:
I think he is charming, and his touch is heaven. What did you think of him, Cade…Cade?”
I had been watching Ginny holding the bottle. The coolness of the night along my bare back had lifted a bit of the fog my brain had been experiencing as we had been walking.
I suddenly look down upon my fingers
Then up at Ginny, waving them in front of her.
“That bloody slick devil. I think he is far more deftly fingered than he wanted us to believe. He slipped our rings off as he was kissing our hands. Yours too luv.”
Ginny looked down at her fingers, her eyes lighting up as she finally was able to register in her mind that her’s had been nicked also.
Then she grabbed her wrist, then mine!
“Our bracelets are gone also?”
Shocked I hadn’t noticed, I exclaimed looking at her bare wrist, then my own now bare of the glittering bracelet I had had him practice lifting from me.
“That was ball’sy of him. I have no idea when he pulled that lift off! Do you Ginny?”
Ginny shook her head after thinking a minute:
“Haven’t a clue. I don’t remember him coming close enough to me that he could have done it.”
I was stunned as I said:
“Nor do I. Apparently, we are that good as instructors.”
Ginny giggled
“We taught him well. We’ll have to let him know it was Well played. When he returns.“
Suddenly I am aware that the music that had been playing in the distance was stopped.
“Ginny …”
I started to say…
But then we hear tyres screeching off from the parking lot.
Looking with horror into each other’s eyes, we turn towards the sound.
We both then desperately fly back to the pagoda, our dresses fluttering along our now prickling figures, starting to sweat.
Acte 14
We reach the pagoda.
As we stand by the pagoda steps, we make the unsettling discovery that the marble bench was empty. Our purses, my black satin jacket, its pockets loaded down with the rest of our jewels, and my cell, all were gone! Along with our rings and beautiful bracelets that he had lifted off from us. The scoundrel!
And the car that had been parked behind my brother’s roadster, gone!
We were absolutely cut off from seeking any quick help.
I hear Ginny behind me.
“He was entirely too subtle and charming.”
I murmured…
“He played us all right. We fell right into his hands.”
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Since the keys to the roadster had been in my purse, along with Ginny’s cell in hers, we had no choice but to walk home.
We still had the last vestiges of the bottle of whisky and we finished it off before we began walking the over 2 kilometers home.
At least we were not pissed enough to start walking in the right direction, otherwise, a bunch of celibate seminarians would have had a treat in store for them!”
“The bloody wanker!”
I said in silent condemnation to the sneaky ‘Watchman’ and his far too gifted touch.
I began to have some unsettling thoughts.
Had we inadvertently given him the idea of robbing us by telling him our role-playing stories?
What would have happened if he had agreed to Ginny’s suggestion of Putting back on all our jewelry and him playing a jewel thief?
Had he found that distasteful, but planted a seed of nicking the jewels he had lifted from us, which was not as distasteful to him? His trophies?
Would he have just gone back with us otherwise, and if we hadn’t noticed he had taken our rings and fancy bracelets, took his leave of us with just those in his pocket?
Or
“Here Cadence, you look cold” then help me out on my jacket as he picked my pockets while doing so.
Then would he have given everything back?
And speaking of lifting, when had he managed to lift my bracelet? Like Ginny could just not remember him even touching my wrist.
I shook my head to clear those now jumbling thoughts, well aware of my missing earrings. Hell, my missing everything!
What was done, is done.
That’s what happens sometimes when one dares to “Tickle a Dragon”.
And if the ‘Hobbit’ taught us anything, it’s that dragons love jewels…
Fini
Epilogue
Thirty minutes later, as we were still a ways off from the village, we saw a car on the parked hill, facing us from the opposite side.
I had an odd inkling that someone was inside, waiting for us
Sure enough, the headlights came blindingly on, a door opened and a black figure leaned on the door, watching us approach
Ginny turned to me…
“Should we be worried?”
Me
“We have already tickled one dragon tonight, I suppose we can do it again. Just hopefully not with the same results.
Ginny nodded
“Tally ho then…”
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By the way, to all you ‘Watchman
(or Woman)’ who has read this? I hope you have enjoyed it. Please feel free to leave your comments.
I don't think I'm going to put a story on each of these. I will write something, I'll explain below:
TLDR: This is a remake of one of the first guns I uploaded. Not the very first, but the first one I was proud of. If you don't feel like listening to me wax sentimental reflecting on things, you can skip the long description.
Long Description:
When I started on the revolver posted before this, I didn't set out to revisit those old guns. But I like to picture what a gun is going to become while I make it, imagine what story it fits in. Something about the revolver reminded me of that very first revolver. I've come a long way since then. It struck me that the revolver I had made looked like the revolver that, way back then, I wish I could've made. When I first began, I had all these cool images in my head with no skill to create them.
The CAW series of rifles was supposed to be the main weapon of the UNSD in what would become the "Sol" storyline between myself and Walkableink. They didn't have stories in their descriptions, but they would lead there. I got a lot of feedback from the community and I remember being so proud of the final CAW renditions.
It would be the Sol storyline that would keep me invested in PMG. The feedback I got on the weapons and the storyline. It gave me a reason to keep going, to keep the story going, while I kept pushing my skills. At first, it really was just driven by comments - I got more comments when I wrote. Eventually, it became what tied me to the community. When the Sol storyline died down, I had become a more skilled PMGer and an accepted member of the community. I wouldn't stop writing, or creating, even though I stepped away from Sam McGregor and the Sol story. (I would return to it again for a season, briefly).
I do a lot of art for myself, to burn stress and to jumpstart creativity. But I'll confess, the Sol stories were the one thing, when I returned to it later, were always more about the PMG community and my friends. For Stirling and Robbe, who always commented. And for Walkableink, who wrote the other half.
The Sol storyline was some of the most fun I had in PMG, even if today I look back and cringe at my old writing (seriously though, why did you guys like it? I can hardly bear to read it).
So I think I may walk a bit down memory lane, remake some of the old designs. Show you guys how they looked in my mind's eye. In my head, the Midaard revolver always looked like the one I just made, and the CAW like the weapon above.
As I revisit, I might add some bits to the story, or I may just wax sentimental like I did on this one.
Comments and Notes are Appreciated.
This is one of two pictures on a page labeled "First picnic of the season (Aleda's very first!), in the Black Forest region near Denver, May 4, 1952".
The sling on my left arm is explained in note #3 below.
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Some of the photos in this album are “originals” from the year that my family spent in Denver in 1952-53 — i.e., the period before Omaha, before Riverside, and before Roswell (which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives). I went back nearly 40 years later, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Denver) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch6.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
Actually, I should listen to my own advice: unlike my subsequent visits to Roswell, Riverside, and Omaha I did not take any photos when I tracked down my old homes from the 1952-53 period in Denver. I did locate the second house, and I was stunned to see how it had changed over a period of 40 years: as you’ll see in the photos in this album, it was a new house, under construction, when we moved in. The only “trees” were a few scrawny saplings that my Dad planted in the front and back yard. 40 years later, the trees towered above the house … but the house itself seemed tiny, in comparison to what had seemed like an enormous mansion to an 8 year old boy.
While most of our residential occupancies last just a single year, the period in Denver lasted roughly two years. But it felt almost like two separate cities: first we lived in a rented house in the Denver suburb of Aurora; and then we moved into a new house that my parents purchased somewhere on the south side of Denver. So, as usual, I ended up going to two different schools, and developed a fairly superficial set of friendships with two different groups of kids.
So, what do I remember about the two years that I spent in Denver? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. While living in our first home, I finished off my second-grade school year. I did reasonably well in school on most subjects — it was a couple years later, in Roswell, that I announced at breakfast that I had mentally calculated the number of seconds in a century, in the hope that it would help me fall asleep. I rattled off the number, and when my Dad repeated the calculations on his slide rule, he shook his head and told me that I had forgotten to account for leap years. Anyway, in Denver, my 2nd-grade teacher told me I had a much more serious educational problem: my penmanship was atrocious. The school authorities insisted that I spend the summer practicing penmanship, and strongly suggested to my parents that the *real* problem was that I was left-handed. Several attempts were made to make me start writing with my right hand — all of which were dismal failures. I eventually gave up on penmanship, and began printing everything … a habit that continued until I was given a hand-me-down manual typewriter by my parents at the age of 12.
2. The summer of 1951 was hot and humid; and like many other families in the area, my mother took me and the older of my two sisters (the other one was born a year later) to a large public swimming pool (it seemed enormous at the time, but it was probably pretty small). Anyway, it was a great breeding place for germs of all kinds; and sometime in the late summer, everyone but my mother came down with polio. We were all taken off to three different hospitals; and the neighbors were so panicked that my mother might be infectious that they stopped speaking to her altogether. Miraculously, all three of us had gotten the least-virulent form of polio, and we all recovered sufficiently within a week or two that we could come home. I was fairly weak for the next couple of weeks, and had to take a hot bath every day; but aside from that, none of us suffered any no permanent effects.
3. It was late 1951 or early 1952 when we moved into the house that my parents had purchased in another part of town; I remember that my younger sister was born there on St. Patrick’s Day. As usual, I was allowed to wander anywhere I wanted, on foot or on bicycle, as long as I came home on time for dinner. One day I took a long section of rope, climbed way up into a tree a mile or two away from home, and then way out on a long sturdy branch. I tied one end of the rope around the branch, and then wrapped another part of the rope twice around my (left) hand. I swung down from the branch, intending to descend in an orderly fashion, just like I had seen firemen doing it in the movies. Unfortunately, it didn’t work: I slid helter-skelter to the ground, landing in a heap, and the rope around my hand cut through the skin, almost through the tendons, and all the way to the bone. I had to have my hand wrapped in bandages for the first month of my 3rd grade school year; and once again the Authorities tried to use the opportunity to get me to use my right hand for penmanship. Once again, they failed.
4. In the summer of 1952, I was sent off to a sleep-away camp for two weeks, somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. I have no idea why, but it was a lot of fun … until I was thrown off a horse and knocked unconscious. The camp authorities decided there was no reason to inform my parents, though my parents were rather curious when I subsequently refused to climb up on a horse wherever we went. They also noticed that I was limping when I came home from camp, which the camp authorities had apparently not noticed; I had hiked all the way to the top of a mountain with my fellow camp-mates, and I had a rock in one of my boots. It caused a blister, which got infected, and I was probably lucky that they didn’t have to amputate my foot. All in all, the camp experienced was deemed a failure, and I was never sent away again.
5. I got my first slingshot in Denver. It was not a “professional” Wham-O slingshot with natural rubber and ash wood; instead, Dad made one for me from a Y-shaped chunk of plywood, and with strips of rubber from an old automobile inner tube. I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen — and immediately began shooting at every bird I could see on a telephone wire or branch of a tree. I never did hit a single one of the. (By the way, Wham-O eventually went on to achieve even more fame with its hula hoop, frisbee, and hack sack. You can read all about them here on the Internet: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wham-O )
6. The next best thing, besides a slingshot, was the top of a coffee can. They tended to have fairly sharp edges, but if you held it carefully and threw it just right, it would sail for miles and miles … at least it seemed that way. It wouldn’t return to you, a la boomerangs (which every kid had heard about, but none had ever actually seen) — but it was just like throwing a flying saucer. Unfortunately, coffee-can-tops were not readily found, especially since we kids never drank any coffee. We had to wait patiently for our parents to finish off an entire can of coffee, and then scoop it out of the garbage can when it was thrown out.
A couple of months ago, i had this idea about how to help women to feel a little bit safer when the are out on the street at night.
all this ideas that i had back then have finally come to a project.
im working on this in all of my free time since the last 3 months, doing all the research, doing all the talks to women.
this is my project its called homeward, im so proud to be able to show you alittle bit of it today.
it will always be free, for every human to use.
Lets take you home safe!
thank you for your attention.
I spend a lot of time explaining myself to my subjects, and while it occasionally occurs to me (at the time) that I'm rambling like a loon, it's helpful.
Just like writing here is helpful.
Like teaching folks was helpful.
Your suitcase is packed, and it's kind of full, but you can carry it. You just threw everything in there, you traveled for several hours, you've arrived at your destination.
You unpack and everything's wrinkled, but wearable. A success.
Back up. This time, think about how you're packing everything. Use that trick where you roll up your pants, instead of just stuffing them in. Place your toothpaste in a bag, so it doesn't burst open and end up staining a shirt. Give it all some thought.
Travel for several hours. Arrive at your destination. You unpack and everything's smooth, clean. A success.
Thinking about Rachel's stance, how her shoulders need to relax a bit, how I need to wait an extra second for the wind to do something cool with her hair, to be careful about how her legs are placed, all the while talking to her to keep her head in the right space.
These are all things I discovered by talking about them, by externalizing my process until the pieces revealed themselves.
I'll ramble here, working things out. It'll happen that the description's not always the best, but it's useful, it's a form of processing for me. Looking at the photo while I'm describing it, realizing now, for the first time, how I enjoy those shadow lines at her feet.
I'll often read a description of a photo by a photographer who's not all that good at writing and my first instinct is to criticize in my head, all the problems with the flow or the grammar or the spelling SO LOUD TO MY EYES.
But it's part of Their process, it's how They've attempted to work things out.
This description is part of this photo. It may be an attempt at contextualization, or just one more chance to examine what I've done.
And so I spend a lot of time explaining, not only to make myself clear to others, but in order to make myself clear to me.
“It’s hard to explain and best thing to do is not be false. Wisdom is just another way to make people sick. It’s just amazing how inside our own souls we can lift out so much strength I think it would be enough strength to move mountains at that, to lift our boots up again and go clomping along happy out of nothing but the good source power in our bones. You don’t have to torture your consciousness with endless thinking. Life is so holy for him there’s no need to do anything but live it. Take it easy, everything’s okay, don’t take things too serious, it’s bad enough as it is without you going the deep end over imaginary conceptions. I see as much as doors’ll allow, open or shut. …be a loner, travel, talk to waiters, walk around, no more self-imposed agony… it’s time to think and watch and keep concentrated on the fact that after all this whole surface of the world as we know it now will be covered with the of a billion years in time.” JK
Tova explaining something to her brother and cousin.
I'm not very good at taking group pictures ;___; I need to practise...
Existing outcrops of rock have been modified into similar form all within a 60km radius. These sites are currently under the category of medieval fruit press or sacrificial stone.
Left: Grandmont "pressoir" near Lodeve.
Centre: "Pierre de Sacrifice" du Causse de Lunas.
Right: Haut-Languedoc "medieval village of monoliths".
I propose to remove elements in inverted commas and group the three sites into a commonality. With granite deposits nearby and the skills to surface menhirs; and with all of the sites being in areas known for megalithic activity - or even with high adjacent megalithic activity - I am going to look at these sites from the chronological optic either side of the first age of metal, so either side of the copper age or Chalcolithic - late Neolithic to early bronze age.
If there is too much flat surface for a fruit-press, and not enough local fruit, and if the opposite edges are not aligned or showing the correct wear marks of a fruit press's weight, and if sacrificial stones might struggle to provide so much local wear and edge detail (grooves, curve wear, cups and short ledges all appearing 'episodic' rather being from repeat ritualised behaviours), the question should be asked: what was the reason behind taking the time to carve so large a surface?
Water for drinking, water for cooking and water for making.
Cisterns tend to be much deeper and in summer months, when water is most required on these mid to upper altitude sites, just such a depth would evaporate at speed. The storms of summer months could be collected in just such a structure, and distributed via the lips into large pots for reserves of fresh water - as seen in the prehistoric village of Cambous for example (a site from a similar time scale and not so far away). But, a well run croft should have leather sheeting or abutting huts with loze and gutter management for water collection - again as alluded to in Cambous, so the question remains, why make a water capture surface in stone when sheets and ground holes and managed roofs can all be repeated and replicated in a third of the time? Carving into hard sandstone (probably close to a millstone grit) is a labour intensive prospect and water collection alone does not explain the 'episodic' edge variations.
Maybe there is a detail missing. Each of the three above sites has at least one output lip, and blocking these outputs would either allow water to collect or water to be added to form a shallow pool. In summer months the stone would expose in the sun and quickly heat the water to an agreeable temperature. Removing encircling trees would allow for a simple test of experimental archaeology. Warm water in winter is simply a matter of adding river stones to a fire and then transferring them into the waiting water. If the water gets dirty then the plug can be removed and the procedure started once more.
A shallow pool of warm water is attractive to mothers and babies, children and even adults, and the ludique side of being clean or bathing aching legs does not need to be explained. Late prehistoric sweat rooms and saunas are suspected in sites from Ireland to Spain. Getting up onto the flat top surface 'basin' would need a simple construction of wooden platform and step, and assuring that this does not 'sheer' and fall may be attained by carving mortise trenches into the heavily used "entrance point". These are clearly visible on two examples, with a platform not required on the above left example which is largely close to the ground.
A young toddler may still find the basin's edge too high from the upper wooden platform, and this may explain the diagonal clearly visible on the far side of the centre example.
Now, just such a shallow pool of water can be created aside a river or with an oiled leather 'sheet' wrapped into an indent, so the great effort to carve the stone is still in need of explanation and gravitas.
Riversides have fish and ease all sorts of craft production, and being near to a river is enjoyed by man (apart from, floods, insects, morning frost and less sunlight). Moving uphill to exploit resources of grazing, pigment, shrub and wood has the disadvantage of moving away from the guaranteed flows of water especially if springs are lower down the valley. Providing an upper valley community with a solid point of water may attract a larger crofting population base. Imagine a shallow pool of water and steps and see people positioned around the edge in their regular spaces, shaping their dissect of the monolith's perimeter with their idiosyncratic style and action.
Imagine now that it is not 'playtime', and although there is a baby splashing in the centre, most of the people assembled around the edge are softening sapling and reed bundles in the warm water and are busy weaving baskets, wicker toy animals, roof forms, chicken pens, masks, fish-traps and rug-wacks to keep the village clean of dust. The water is still getting warmer and was only changed late afternoon. Before that, the same "monolithic water-warmer" was being used to soak acorns that had been pounded in a smaller basin - soaked to take out some of their tannin for a future exchange of finest dried acorn flour at the local barter. Now the assembled group has a 'medium' amount of time, as there are men working aside another monolith and others who will put their goats up for the night and will all want to light an oil flame in a couple of the cups that are found around the edge, and have some quality time relaxing for a chat. Other uses of the tough monolithic space pepper their weeks - cleaning, "winnowing" and softening as the seasons come and go, and the people who took the time to convert the stone often say that it was an effort, but worth it in the long run. Now, rather than being at the end of an explanation, this may be the point of a 'dome' when the last stone of explanation is dropped into place...
Of the three sites, there is one detail that is of great interest. The central site has a 'cross bar' carved over the basin space (just visible here but clear in associated posts). It's difficult to see how this can greatly improve the basin (a shallow half basin to warm in winter sun and a specific rinse side?), and rather than being functional, the cross bar may be an example of representation.
The three sites are within a radius of 60km, but 60km of rolling hills, so far from being neighbours - and yet the function and three above examples of model seems so similar and worn into place. Used and used and used. With a solid scattering of neolithic crofts far higher than the three above sites, surely such a good idea for higher crofts away from riverbanks would be taken up elsewhere? Suitable outcrops of sandstone are not available for all crofts, and the stone carving skills of menhir workers were perhaps also a slight speciality, but more to the point, it is perhaps the case that other crofts had the same facility for pools of warm water but simply not in stone, and that the stone versions are representations of structures common at the time, but long faded from the archaeological record. Now the crossbar of the central example may come into light.
The first migrants into the hill will have been met by a landscape of cold humid winters and hot dry summers. Cold winters and big shepherds cloaks (visible in the statue menhirs) and dry summers with flocks often away from overt water. Sleeping under small semi portable leather covered tents of wood frame. In the summer months, the heavy winter cloaks may have been stuffed around the edge of the inner frame of the tent, almost by accident making a rim so that storm rain could be captured into water pots with a smile of happenstance. At this point you can almost hear the conversations: 'I don't mind you using the 'roof pool' for the babies, but I don't want the kids up there as they are too big and will damage the leather as it rubs against the frame" ... And then the same children playing when the father is out with their flock to a point where he decides to make them a stone 'tent' so that nothing can be damaged, with the cross bar being the cross bar of the tent and the lumpy edges being the cloaks stuffed under the leather tarp. "A lot of work, but when you see the smiles and the productivity it was worth it." Other water collection pools and warm water basins may have been apart from tent/huts and lower to the ground and each croft would not bother that someone in the future may need to think through their day to day.
There is an example in recent history that maps a similar visual story of copycat function-style. The very first cars looked like carts without horses as they directly emulated their adjacent world before moving away to perfect new lines apt for the greater subject.
Perhaps second; third, fourth... generation of new rural crofters made this monolithic innovation, which would take the date right back into the neolithic and prior to ideas of Gaul and Celt and in parallel with adjacent menhir and dolmen culture and cups and canals witnessed on the central example.
Rites associated with the site can sit aside the day to day functionality, in the flexible and yet serious way that a school entrance hall can have a jumble sale, an election booth, an art show, an assembly and an informal meeting of parents. One of the rites may include the sacrifice of an animal to a God (although special stones on overlooking hills may have been more adapted). My own feeling is that this 'potential' sub element would give the wrong impression of a years activity, which is why I prefer to call this idea "warm water forms" (a term wide enough to include projected summer hut design and lower tarp models) rather than "Pierre des Sacrifices".
AJM 14.05.20
Today will be my weekly semi-formal day so I will do a double upload for my two different takes on this outfit. To reiterate what I have explained before, my goal with these semi-formal outfits is to be dressed nicely in at least a shirt and neckwear all day. If I do not work, I can still be nicely dressed but with more comfortable items of clothing such as jeans and oxfords that would be more appropriate for a day spent doing chores and relaxing, but still dressed in something proper.
Today the weather is bad so the first thing I have done is necktie myself with this cozy and comfortable sweater. Instead of jeans, which is my plan with my semi-formal outfits, I am going to stick with trousers and my usual high heels because shortly I will go to the bakery and purchase some bread and buns. Once I get home I will make myself breakfast and coffee, followed by checking my morning emails and catching up on the news.
After that I will tidy up my breakfast mess and do some general chores around the house, then watch a documentary on tv if I have the time. I have noticed that I tend to slouch sometimes when I eat or watch tv normally, but even having on a semi-formal outfit helps me sit more ladylike and I have come to appreciate that I have that encouragement to better my posture even when I am not wearing fully formal clothing. To me it is just one of those matters of personal pride to act with a higher standard for no other reason than self-respect. If I can achieve that with a comfortable sweater in addition to a nice collar and tie then all the better.
Before work today I will stop for lunch at my parents' house. I will change my outfit slightly for that by exchanging my sweater for my jacket. I like how these semi-formal outfits will be so versatile that I can simply change jeans for a skirt or a sweater for a jacket and I go from simply looking nice and proper to being dressed appropriately for work.
I have discussed expanding my wardrobe to more formal outfits in the future, but I also intend to expand it into this style as well. For now I will dress like this once a week, but I hope to increase that in the future as my schedule permits.
The Lake Placid Tower in Lake Placid, Florida, formerly named Placid Tower, Tower of Peace or Happiness Tower, is a closed observation tower 240 feet (73.2 m) tall according to early sources (before 1982) or 270 feet (82.3 m) tall according to late sources (after 1986). However, no physical modification of the tower occurred in the interim that would explain a 30-foot increase in height. It rests on ground 142 feet (43 m) above sea level (NAVD 88). As a warning to aircraft, the top of the tower, including antennae, is stated to be 392 feet (119.5 m) above sea level by the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA). Thus, the height of the tower above ground, including antennae, is 250 feet (76.2 m) (392–142=250), which excludes a 270-foot architectural height, allowing only a 240-foot architectural height. Counting the tower's 8-inch (20.3 cm) courses yields a height above ground of 235–236 feet (71.6–71.9 m), so the lowest few feet of the 240-foot height, those resting on the foundation, are underground, providing space for an elevator pit.
According to early sources the tower has three observation levels, at 192 feet (58.5 m) behind windows, at 200 feet (61.0 m) on an open air balcony, and at 225 feet (68.6 m) in the open air crow's nest, Eagle's Nest, or Birds eye vantage point on top of the elevator shaft but below roof tracery. The apex of the tower is a flashing red aircraft warning light. The tower is 360 feet (110 m) above sea level according to two late sources, the latter stating that that elevation applies to the eagle's nest, which is consistent with the crow's nest elevation of early sources (142+225=367≈360). The tower offered a 40-mile (65 km) panoramic view.
Earnest Oakley Hunt dreamed of building an observation tower when he moved to Orlando in 1938, then moved to Sebring in 1947 and found the perfect location in nearby Lake Placid. He and Robert Gray formed Air View Corporation to build the tower. The tower was designed by architect A. Wynn Howell of Lakeland, built by Ridge Builders of Sebring in 1960 for $350,000 (equivalent to $2,300,000 in 2018), and opened January 1, 1961. Most sources state that it was the tallest concrete block structure in the world when it opened, with 90,000 concrete blocks, but the magazine Florida Architect states that it was built of reinforced concrete. One source states that the tower included 100,000 limestone blocks from Ocala while another states that it was faced with ceramic tile, implying that the tower has a facade of limestone tile.
The tower below the balcony is 25 feet 4 inches (7.72 m) square, with its four vertical corners replaced by grooves (each 8 inches (20 cm) per side). The section above the balcony is 21 feet (6.40 m) square, also with corner grooves. Each wall is divided into vertical thirds. The outer thirds are composed of reinforced concrete blocks with a facade of limestone tile.
The middle thirds are composed of decorative breeze or fence concrete blocks. The tower has a foundation made from 520 cubic yards (400 m3) of concrete reinforced with 80,000 pounds (36,000 kg) of steel. The tracery atop the tower is made of gold anodized aluminum.
Because of low ticket sales, the tower closed in 1982 when the owner would not pay their Internal Revenue Service taxes, but it was re-opened in 1986. The small group of owners still faced sluggish sales, and the tower and its restaurant continued to struggle, despite features such as a petting zoo in its plaza, and a pay phone at the top billed as the "highest pay phone in Florida."The last owner who operated the tower as a tourist attraction was Lake Placid Tower Group owned by Mark Cambell since 1992. He sold it to CHL Tower Group on November 6, 2003 which has operated it as a cell phone tower ever since. Even though the tower closed about 2003, it still has two red "OPEN" signs at its top, facing north and south
Originally, the tower above the balcony had the same basic design scheme as that below it. But after the tower closed, the portion of the tower from the balcony up was redesigned with a white and cyan (blue-green) color scheme. The limestone tile of the outer thirds of the walls was covered with white stucco, and the middle thirds were covered with thin cyan-colored panels which blocked the bird's eye view. These panels covered the two opposing triangular openings in the middle third of each wall and the breeze or fence blocks between them. The roof tracery above and the balcony below them were also painted cyan.
The Tower View restaurant at the base of the tower closed in 2015. The tower is among 35 designated Lake Placid historic structures. It is one of three towers in Central Florida, including the Citrus Tower, built in 1956, 100 miles (160 km) to the north in Clermont, and Bok Tower, built in 1929, 50 miles (80 km) to the north in Lake Wales.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Placid_Tower
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So like last time, I will do a explanation of what happens in the story. Also if you want to check out the previous story in this universe, (Batman: Reflection) the is an album that you can check out. Anyways, here we go.
1: Unhinged
So this photo shows what Batman has been doing after the events of Reflection, he goes on a murderous rampage and kills all of his enemies.
2: Memories
Again like the last one, this is just to clarify that batman is going insane and killing everybody. Also the grin adds to the madness that he is into.
3: Decision
So when Batman is done killing everyone, he moves onto the people that care about him most. Gordon is on the GCPD building and Batman swings down and aims his gun at him. He is torn between killing him or not. I really didn't show the result of this, but I came up with the conclusion that Gordon was shot and killed.
4: Alone
So after Batman kills Gordon, he reflects on his past and who he has killed and if killing is the right thing. But his madness still is growing rapidly and he snaps out and heads to Wayne Manor
5: Home
So I'd say that Batman has been away from Wayne Manor and the Batcave for about 4 months. So Alfred is shocked to see Bruce with a gun that is aimed at him, Batman walks down the stairs to the Batcave...
6: Confrontation
So after killing Alfred, Bruce brings the limp body into the batcave and sees Robin standing by the Jason memorial. Robin turns to see Batman, and they fight. After a while, Robin grabs the gun and points it at Bruce's head. Robin sees a man of craziness and madness in the suit; Joker. Robin is dealt with the same decision that Bruce was with Gordon; To kill him or not. Robin grip tightens...
7: Silence
Robin shoots Batman and crys over his dead body, losing a mentor and friend. In the reflection of the Jason memorial, Joker is seen gazing down onto Robin...his next victim.
So I hope you guys enjoyed this mini series and like this abstract story style. I think I'm not going to continue it because of how this ended, but time will tell.
Thanks guys for support,
-LegoBatbrick
P.S This explanation isn't edited since I'm in a rush, so sorry for misspelling errors and incorrect grammar
This one is sort of hard to explain. First off, it used to be owned by Service Bus Company. Than it was bus 147 for Superior Transportation before they went out. Than it was acquired by Sunbright Transportation, who labeled it under the ARJ Transportation name. Sunbright also owns Scholastic. I have a hunch that Sunbright went under, or else they made a dummy corporation to take on some of their busses for some reason, as this bus and bus 132 have the operator NYC School Bus on the side. You can maybe make out where this had both Superior Transportation and ARJ Transportation on the side. And there are still a number of busses that say ARJ and Scholastic on the side. If some one knows the situation with these sketchy companies, feel free to comment.
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In the glass. (Paris 2012 shot)
Several pieces from now.
I will return to Paris.
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It is unpublished.
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Do you want to hear my voice?
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I updated Youtube.
It is only in Japanese.
I explained comments on photos etc.
If your time is permitted, please look.
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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. First type.
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About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. Second type.
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About when I started Fotolog. Architect 's point of view.
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Why did not you have a camera so far?
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What is the coolest thing? The photo is as it is.
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About the current YouTube bar. I also want to tell, I want to leave.
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About Japanese photographers. Japanese YouTube bar is Pistols.
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The composition of the photograph is sensibility. Meet the designers in Milan. Two questions.
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What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?
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What is the time to point the camera? It is slow if you are looking into the viewfinder or display.
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Family photos. I can not take pictures with others. The inside of the subject.
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About YouTube 's photographer. Camera technology etc. Sensibility is polished by reading books.
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About the Japanese newspaper. A picture of a good newspaper is Reuters. If you continue to look at useless photographs, it will be useless.
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About Japanese photographers. About the exhibition.
Summary. I wrote a novel etc. What I want to tell the most.
Paris. France. 2012. shot … 0.9 / 6
(Today's picture. That's unannounced.)
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Interviews and novels.
About my book.
I published a book in old days.
At that time, I was uploading my interview on the net on the net.
That Japanese and English.
I will make it public for free.
Details were explained to the Amazon site.
How to write a novel.
How to take pictures.
Distance to the work.
They all have a common item.
I made a sentence about what I felt, and left it.
I hope that my text can be read by many people.
Thank you.
Mitsushiro.
1 Interview in English
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4 novels. unforgettable ' JPN version.
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5 A streamlined trajectory. only Japanese.
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(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
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There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.
One, to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.
The other, to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days, staring at the shine
quietly.
Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.
I face myself to change tomorrow, a vague day into something certain.
That is the meaning of a rebirth.
I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.
After she left, I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After
she left, how many times did I depend too much on her, doubt her, envy her and keep on telling lies
until I realized it is love?
I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the
daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.
I had been thinking about such a thing.
However, I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see
something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me, a guy filled with ambiguous, unstable
tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.
Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.
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images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
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Title of my book > unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...
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The schedule of the next novel.
Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable '2)
(It will not go away forever)
Please give me some more time. That is Japanese.
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An exhibition in 2019.
spring.
theme.
Silence Is the Way. (Tentative title)
place. Tokyo Big Site.
Sponsoring. Design festa.
2020.
Date unknown.
DIC Kawamura Memorial Art Museum attached gallery.
place. Sakura City, Chiba Prefecture.
theme.
From that day, forever ...
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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YouTube.
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
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fotolog
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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Do you want to hear my voice?
:)
I updated Youtube.
It is only in Japanese.
I explained comments on photos etc.
If your time is permitted, please look.
:)
1
About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. First type.
2
About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. Second type.
3
About when I started Fotolog. Architect 's point of view.
Four
Why did not you have a camera so far?
Five
What is the coolest thing? The photo is as it is.
6
About the current YouTube bar. I also want to tell, I want to leave.
7
About Japanese photographers. Japanese YouTube bar is Pistols.
8
The composition of the photograph is sensibility. Meet the designers in Milan. Two questions.
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What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?
Ten
What is the time to point the camera? It is slow if you are looking into the viewfinder or display.
11
Family photos. I can not take pictures with others. The inside of the subject.
12
About YouTube 's photographer. Camera technology etc. Sensibility is polished by reading books.
13
About the Japanese newspaper. A picture of a good newspaper is Reuters. If you continue to look at useless photographs, it will be useless.
14
About Japanese photographers. About the exhibition.
Summary. I wrote a novel etc. What I want to tell the most.
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Japanese is the following.
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タイトル。
In the glass. ( Paris 2012 shot )
これから数枚。
僕はパリへ戻します。
:)
未発表です。
:)
あなたは僕の声を聞きたいですか？
:)
僕はYoutubeを更新しました。
日本語だけです。
僕は写真などの解説をしました。
もしも、あなたの時間が許されれば、見てください。
:)
1
フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。
2
フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。
3
Fotologを始めた時について。 建築家の視点。
4
なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？
5
何が一番かっこいいのか？ 写真はありのままに。
6
現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。
7
日本人の写真家について。日本のユーチューバーはピストルズ。
8
写真の構図は、感性。ミラノのデザイナーに会って。二つの質問。
9
良い構図とは？ 悪い構図とは？
10
カメラを向ける時とは？ ファインダーやディスプレイを覗いていては遅い。
11
家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。
12
ユーチューブの写真家について。カメラの技術等。感性は、本を読むことで磨く。
13
日本の新聞について。良い新聞の写真はロイター。ダメな写真を見続けるとダメになる。
14
日本の写真家について。その展示について。
まとめ。僕が書いた小説など。僕が最も伝えたいこと。
次の小説のイメージ。
Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)
（いつまでもなくならないだろう）
Paris. France. 2012. shot … 0.9 / 6
(Today's picture. That's unannounced.)
(( Lumix G3 shot ))
Images.
Zepherin Saint & Miranda Nicole … Butterflies (Tribe Vocal Mix)
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プロフィール。
2014年11月、たった1機種で世界を塗り替えた携帯電話の広告を請け負った選考者の目に留まり、秘密保持同意書を結ぶ。
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/03/tokyo-big-s...
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インタビューと小説。
僕の本について。
僕は、昔に本を出版しました。
その際に、僕のインタビューをPDFでネット上へアップロードしていました。
その日本語と英語。
僕は、無料でを公開します。
詳細は、アマゾンのサイトへ解説しました。
小説の書き方。
写真の撮影方法。
作品への距離感。
これらはすべて共通項があります。
僕は、僕が感じたことを文章にして、残しました。
僕のテキストが多くの人に読んでもらえることを望みます。
ありがとう。
Mitsushiro.
１ インタビュー 英語版
「interview_eng.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
２ 小説。unforgettable’ 英語版。
「novel_unforgettable_eng.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
３ インタビュー 日本語版
drive.google.com/file/d/1w5l2hrV5a6lraDiC_Lz2tG_HqatqUCO5...
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
４ 小説。unforgettable’ 日本語版。(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
「novel_unforgettable_jpn.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
５ 流線形の軌跡。 日本語のみ。
「streamlined_trajectory.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
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iBooks.電子出版。（現在は無料）
0.about the iBooks.
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2017/03/about-digit...
1.unforgettable’ ( ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...
For Japanese only.
2.unforgettable’ ( JNP.ver.)(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...
3.流線形の軌跡。
itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8...
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僕の小説。英語版
My Novel Unforgettable' (This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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Fin.
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
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Title of my book > unforgettable'
Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa
Out Now.
ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
in Amazon.
www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...
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次の小説の予定。
Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)
（いつまでもなくならないだろう）
もう少し時間をください。それは日本語です。
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２０１９年の展示。
春。
テーマ。
Silence Is the Way.(仮題)
場所。東京ビッグサイト。
Sponsoring. Design festa.
２０２０年。
日時未定。
DIC川村記念美術館付属ギャラリー。
場所。千葉県佐倉市。
テーマ。
あの日から、ずっと…
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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YouTube.
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
_________________________________
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Pinterest.
_________________________________
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fotolog
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twitter.
_________________________________
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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あなたは僕の声を聞きたいですか？
:)
僕はYoutubeを更新しました。
日本語だけです。
僕は写真などの解説をしました。
もしも、あなたの時間が許されれば、見てください。
:)
1
フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。
2
フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。
3
Fotologを始めた時について。 建築家の視点。
4
なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？
5
何が一番かっこいいのか？ 写真はありのままに。
6
現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。
7
日本人の写真家について。日本のユーチューバーはピストルズ。
8
写真の構図は、感性。ミラノのデザイナーに会って。二つの質問。
9
良い構図とは？ 悪い構図とは？
10
カメラを向ける時とは？ ファインダーやディスプレイを覗いていては遅い。
11
家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。
12
ユーチューブの写真家について。カメラの技術等。感性は、本を読むことで磨く。
13
日本の新聞について。良い新聞の写真はロイター。ダメな写真を見続けるとダメになる。
14
日本の写真家について。その展示について。
まとめ。僕が書いた小説など。僕が最も伝えたいこと。
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Japanese is the following.
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E.