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The view from the Monorail platform is my favorite view in all of Disneyland, which explains why I always head here to test some new gear or methods...Friday evening I did exactly that, with my new Rokinon 14mm f2.8 lens.
My vision of Disneyland (as seen through my camera) has always been a wide one, where I was most happy with Canon's 10-22mm lens on my cropped-sensor 7D. Most of my pals were already shooting full-frame cameras which left me a feeling a little "inadequate" when viewing similar scenes from both cameras. When I (finaly!) switched to a full-frame camera a couple of months ago, I bought Canon's 5D Mk III with a 24-105 f4 "L" lens which left me a little cramped in my compositions at Disneyland. Additionally, I found myself having to re-learn tricks that I had mastered with the 7D and was floundering a bit, feeling like I had a new toy that was broken.
Time being a premium this year, as I am a father of a high school senior planning college, etc., I have not been able to get into the Park for some quality shooting and tinkering. This past Friday found me at Disneyland able to play and experiment and I finally am feeling at home again.
Since I am most comfortable shooting wide, and hoping to find my sweetspot again, I went looking for a wide lens to use until I win the Lottery...with a suggestion from my friend Corey Dorsey, and after borrowing his lens a couplke of times, I commited to buying the Rokinon 14mm f 2.8 and, so far, I am completely happy with this little gem of a lens. With manual focus only, and manual aperture controls, it is already comfortable to me because I manually focus anyway when shooting landscapes...Also it is extremely affordable. Happily, with f 2.8. I was able to stop all the motion in this dynamic scene to acceptable levels.
This lens has been criticized for some unusual "mustache" distortion, but there are correction profiles available for Lightroom that fixed things right up...
All in all I am very happy with this lens!
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.
Some new data for this nebula went public yesterday, and... it's different. The observations were almost all narrowband emission lines, and there were a lot of them. Five visible, four near-infrared, two wideband near-infrared. For this image I used only the visible filters. It turned out quite colorful, and quite unlike all the Hubble imagery that came before it. [O III] really wants to dominate the image, but I toned it down quite a bit with a technique I only use rarely, which is to group filters by the similarity the reveal within the object rather than trying to merge all filters into a single image.
If you would like to see the old image of this nebula, check here: flic.kr/p/fC7DwR
I was interested to see if any more structures were revealed especially in the near-infrared data, like the double rings (it's questionable they are really rings), but it's not nearly as apparent in these data as it was back in the old NICMOS data. The double rings, if that's what they are, are most pronounced in F212N, which is a molecular hydrogen filter. None of the filters for this image reveal quite the same structure that the F212N filter did.
The nebula expanded quite a bit in the two decades since the previous HST observations were taken. In terms of this image, the maximum movement amounted to around 8 pixels at WFC3/UVIS resolution (100% zoom of this image). All of the stars moved around, too. The new image is slightly higher resolution, but not much.
Explaining the processing further, I took the F673N, F487N, & F343N filters to make a 3-color image. I chose these because none of them was overwhelmingly brighter in any area than the other, but they all do still reveal delicate color separation. Next, I combined the F656N and F502N filters into a 2-color image. The signal for these two filters was much more intense, and they worked nicely together to reveal the fainter structures of the nebula, especially those faint shells emanating gently outward from the nebula in nearly circular formation. The 2-color combination is not especially colorful though, so I used it as a luminosity layer. Stars are always funky in narrowband imagery, so I removed all the stars from the 3-color image, leaving the 2-color luminosity layer to show them.
Data from the following proposal were used to create this image:
Luminosity:
WFC3/UVIS F656N + WFC3/UVIS F502N
Color:
Red: WFC3/UVIS F673N
Green: WFC3/UVIS F487N
Blue: WFC3/UVIS F343N
North is up.
Aurizon 3843 and 3762 pass through Duaringa, west of Rockhampton at speed with a full load of coal for the Port of Gladstone. The 3800 class electric locos hail from Germany, while the 3700 class were amongst the two original electric and home built classes in Queensland coal system electrification. A reading of the reference found elsewhere in these photos to Aurizon's electric locos explains the early histories and mid life conversions these locos underwent.
The Blackwater network of Queensland's Bowen Coal Basin is situated west of Rockhampton. The coal is mostly hauled to Gladstone although links to the Goonyella system to the north exist and trains may be directed either way. The Blackwater network is not fully electrified and so diesel hauled trains also operate. While we passed along the full length of double track, some 230 kilometres from Blackwater to Gracemere in the suburbs of Rockhampton, the line was extremely busy with multiple fast trains operating in either direction. There is no way with associated road traffic, towns etc for people like us just passing through to keep up, let alone get ahead of moving trains for photography. Trains are so many that it was not unusual at certain locations to find three trains stopped with another passing.
These trains are long and heavy and depending on the company, both Aurizon and Pacific National which operate the Blackwater system, can have multiple locos at front, in the middle or at the rear. As well as the difficulty keeping up, photo locations can be hard to find on the fly and authorities and crew can get a little jittery at public on the line side or straying onto railway land because of safety and security issues. Protesters have stopped trains in the past.
Strangely, a few days later when we drove on the highway from Rockhampton to Gladstone where all these trains operate to port, we never saw one in that 100 kilometre section, although paralleled by the Bruce Highway, it can be an even more hazardous place to search for spots and stop for photography.
Miranda- So. You’re not dead
Drury- Nope
Miranda-- Have you been with the Squad this whole time?
Drury- Nooooo
*Zoom*
Drury- Er, I mean no I haven’t not been with the Squad this whole time. In fact, I have always been with the Squad, and have not had honey forcefed to me by some bloke in a yellow suit
Chuck- Thats... good news. I suppose this explains why you’ve been gone for so long. But I know there’s still something you’re not telling us.
Drury- Um.... Harley came onto me? I said no. Of course I did. She broke my wrists. That’s fine. I wasn’t using them
Miranda- God, I’ve missed your nonsense
Drury- Who said it was nonsense?
Chuck- Tom Do you have this... card?
Blake- No. They were looking for Scandal and Knockout. They must have got it from Prometheus
Drury- Oh Yeah. If you came to thanksgiving, you’d know Prometheus stole it from me first
Blake- I had other arrangements
Miranda- Fuck. The threesome story...
Blake- We were at the house, gambling: Floyd was smoking a cigarette, Ragdoll was rubbing his neutered crotch and Bane was the drunkest I’d ever seen him. I had them all in my pocket. 4 kings, two aces and a queen. We all had wanted a prize but me? I just wanted a good time. Knockout was all over it, she f*cked Floyd for gods sake. Scandal... you know her, she was evidently trying not to enjoy it
Drury- I kinda wish I *had* died
Blake- That was a good memory...
Chuck- ... You’re sure Planet Master exorcised King of Cat’s soul out of you?
Blake- 98% certain. Pussy.
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Gar- You know man, I thought I hated you! But no! I just hate myself
Rigger- See? That was fun. Who says we can’t just be friends?
Gar- Blake, Chuck, Zodiac, Len, Bats, Artie...
Rigger- I was being figurative. Whatever happened to your girlfriend?
Gar- Prison. Turns out she likes chicks
Rigger- Ah
Gar- Speaking of- check them out
Rigger- Yep. They are pretty hot
Gar- They are, aren’t they? Ain’t this the part where you pull a condom out of your sock as a part of your strange mating ritual?
Rigger- Oh I’m rehabilitated man. Being held in a basement where a Latino chick constantly fucked me forced me to re-evaluate my life choices
Gar- You just need a woman who ain’t a complete psycho. Hey ladies, I’m Gar and, yes, my face does look like a hamburger but I’m drunk, you’re probably drunk so let’s do this!
Scandal- You’re Blake’s friends? The pyromaniacs?
Gar- Just one of my many talents
Knockout- Is the kitten still talking about that imaginary threesome
Gar- What do *you* think? Let’s get this show on the road! As soon as this bulky dude pisses off
Caldwell- Hello there
Gar- Excuse me? Is this man bothering you, ladies?
*Wrath wallops Gar with a gloved fist*
Gar- Ow
Caldwell- I want the card
Scandal- Well, I’m afraid you’re not getting it
Caldwell- Then I’ll have to take it by for-
*It's Wrath's turn, as Knockout picks him up and hurls him into the bar*
Knockout- Shall we go poppet?
Scandal- Yes, don’t forget the card
Rigger- The card? You have the card? Like the card people are paying money for? Get back- whoops, my legs are asleep...
Gar- No! My threesome...
Caldwell- I deserve so much better than this....
Gar- Hey hey hey! You’re Wrath? You kill cops. Would some cop killing make you feel better?
Caldwell- Mh hm
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
We appreciate the courtesy of Chatwick University Archives for letting us use the journals in our research, and for permission to use parts for the genesis of “Dare’s Game”.
Dare’s Game
Beth, eagerly looking for Dare, walked straight into Seth’s cunning snare…..
Suffix, circa 1910?. It was during this time a fanciful young lady, whom we will call Beth, started a journal which she would faithfully keep over the course of almost 50 years. She led quite an adventuresome life for a lady of that time, and her journals were filled with many tales and observations of her exploits. The following story is derived from events that she penned down in the early years in her journal.
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Beth had known Dare since their childhood. Dare was a handsome free spirited youth only two years her senior, who lived for the games his life had to offer. As his cherished nickname inferred, Dare was always trying to find the thrill out of anything he could think up, relishing to go beyond the pale in anything he attempted. Dare always a little different, harboring feelings and ideas way beyond his years, almost as if he had lived a previous life and retained something from it in his being.
Beth would remember times playing dress up with Dare’s sister Diana in some old gowns of their mothers. It was always then that Dare and his friends seemed to appear and talk them into playing hide n seek, tag or cops n robbers. Dare seemed to take pleasure in cajoling the girls into playing with them in this manner. Eyeing them as they played with a far off look that suggested the game they were playing had more meaning to him than he could ever venture to say. It was hard for Beth to explain it, but she did find it pleasurable (almost erotic using a word whose term she would learn much later) to be observed by him in this way.
One warm fall day Diana and Beth headed down to an old shack located near some railroad tracks at the back of a cornfield. Diana was dressed in a long satin play gown with her mother’s jewelry, which Dare had called rhinestones. Beth, herself dressed in a long flowing dress, loved the way Diana’s jewels twinkled and sparkled as she walked. They were going to pretend the shack was a ballroom and they were one their way to a fancy dance, like Beth’s and Diana’s parents had recently attended. Diana wasn’t supposed to be wearing her mother’s jewelry outside the house, but as a result of Dare’s teasing, had done so anyway.
They had reached the shack, an old white brick building with a wooden roof half fallen in, when a man’s voice suddenly said behind them, what are you two ladies up to? Turning they were confronted by a happily sneering drifter. The grubby man looked around, alone is we, and advanced towards them. The two girls stood petrified, he reached out and probed Diana along her side, pretty dress missy, he said, sparsely toothed mouth grinning like a pumpkin. He suddenly reached up and tore the necklace away from Diana’s throat, sending her falling backwards. Beth screamed bloody murder, as the vagrant turned heel, running off towards the tracks. Suddenly Dare appeared, and Beth, meaning to yell for help, exclaimed instead “help honey” to Dare. Dares eyes took on a very different look, almost of a burning yearning. Beth told him what had happened and he took off down towards the tracks in hot pursuit. For Beth, the look he had given her and the way he had dashed off excited her beyond measure. Even for someone that young, Beth now knew what Dare meant to her. From then on, playing games with Dare took on a heightened meaning for Beth.
But, nothing really changed in their relationship until Beth’s sophomore year of high school. Beth was sixteen at the time, a whimsical being, passionate, innocent, not particularly attractive, but radiating with a love of life. A living free spirit, developing into a very sexual being by the time her and Diana decided to attend their schools prom in their sophomore year. Beth dressed in a fuchsia coloured satin dress with dangling rhinestone earrings that had been” borrowed” from Diana’s Mother, the same ones Diana had been wearing when they had run into the drifter at the shack. Diana slipped into the slinky blue spaghetti strap gown and matching cover-all that she had worn as her cousin’s bridesmaid. She was wearing sapphire costume jewels patterned after the hope diamond. Their parents had given them a hard time when they saw their made up girls in their gowns and finery , admonishing them for looking way too mature. They smiled, consoling their parents fears, and went off on their adventure.
Their eyes were dazzled by the display of lights, the cheerfully student filled room, the band. They had stopped and were letting it all sink in, when Beth felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and came face to face with Dare, who once again had the same yearning fire in his eyes as on that fateful day at the old shack. A veil was lifted from between the two, and Beth spent the whole evening encompassed in Dare’s arms. Soon after that the two had begun seeing much more of one another. Their relationship was still going strong eight years later.
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8 Years Later
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Come on Dare, let’s go to the Riverside, it will be fun she urged. She had been trying to get her fiancé’ to take her to the exclusive five star resorts for some time. And now she had a free overnight room card she had won at work! Dare looked into Beth’s wide, hope filled eyes, knowing her passion for attending these types of affairs. Ever hopeful she would see someone rich. Dare knew how to use this to his advantage. Finally he buckled, all right, only if we play the game afterwards he bargained. She squirmed inwardly with passion, nodding her agreement. Beth found the game exciting, though she would never let on to Dare. And, you must wear the gold bridesmaid gown and jewels you wore to your friend’s wedding last week , he added, a wistful smile lighting up his thin face.. Okay she agreed, trying to sound reluctant, but truthfully feeling multiple tingles of delight.
Dare was handsome, in a scrawny, thin bearded, sort of way ( From an old photo that survives he resembled a young Johnny Depp… the eds), with a witty writers imagination and a playful disposition. He could always make Beth laugh, feeling his excitement as he drew her into his stories and games. She would never admit to it, but found the game delightfully erogenous. She smiled to herself, so Dare had liked the satin gown after all, he had not shown any interest in her wearing it since the wedding. And the jewelry, the small rhinestone pendent and earrings had been pretty, but Beth soon came up with another idea. She would knock his socks off by wearing the glittering diamonds and emeralds that had been inherited from her grandmother. The set had laid collecting dust in a safety deposit box all these years, unworn. She had never told Dare about them, waiting for the perfect occasion. She could just imagine the look in his eyes when he saw her wearing them. Okay then, game on, Beth thought, wickedly sending shivers up and down her spine.
Dare’s Game was based on role playing:
Dare would give Beth money to purchase a new outfit, something rich and shiny, like silk or satin. With the new outfit, Beth would wear the good gold jewelry she had received from Dare on her birthdays. The idea was to acting like a bored rich girl out for a good time, alone and vulnerable.
Dare would be at the hotel bar, waiting for Beth to make her entrance, then make her acquaintance , playing a debonair, suited gentleman with a mysterious past and a hidden agenda. They would make a date later, usually to dance and have drinks.
Then that evening, she would go down to the bar. Dressed in one of the long gowns Dare favored, fitting in with the usual spillover from a wedding reception that had been held in one of the Ballrooms. Sometimes she would wear the rhinestone jewelry they had purchased together at various antique stores. Then Beth would wait for Dare to make his entrance, signaling the time for Dare’s game. He would assume one of several roles, or possibly a new one that Beth had never seen. In the past Dare had played:
A spy who would dance with Beth, then disappear. Sending a note to Beth via a third person that would have her meet him clandestinely in a remote location…
A highwayman who would come across Beth on the castle grounds , usually the resorts empty gardens at night….
A rich millionaire looking for romance…
A kidnapper hired by an evil uncle, who after tying up Beth and removing her valuables would have a change of heart….
A Jewel thief who would be cunningly after her valuables…
A handsome prince rescuing Beth’s damsel in distress ….
Or Dare’s favorite, centered on their old childhood game of cops and robbers. Dare would play the thief, and steal something from Beth, usually while dancing. He would then leave preset clues around the grounds that she would have to follow to catch him.
All of the games usually led to some playful groping and then escalating into the upper echelons of erotic pleasure. Sometimes they never made out of the woods, or barely out of the ballroom. Beth shivered at these thoughts, wishing she didn’t have to wait….
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Three weeks later at the Riverside Resort.
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In the Bar:
At the bar, Dare smiled to himself, pleased. He had dropped Beth off to check in by herself. She would change into her new outfit and wear it down to the bar for lunch. She would come in acting like a complete stranger to the area. Dare would make her acquaintance, invite her to lunch, and make plans to see her that evening at the resorts dance room. There were two wedding receptions going on, and that dance room should be filled with well-dressed patrons. Beth would fit right in; clad that pretty gown she had promised to wear.
Dare had been sitting at the bar, thinking about ways to play out the game that evening, when the answer came to him, in the form of a stranger who had come with his drink and sat next to him. The stranger introduced himself as Seth, and shaking Dare’s hand sat on the stool next to him. After they had had couple of drinks, they had become quite chummy. Seth explaining he had come up for one of the weddings, and assumed Dare was doing the same. Seth did not fail to observe Dare’s secretive smile, but did not question it. Their conversation was distracted only when a newcomer appeared at the entrance. Beth walked in, a long flowing silky skirt swishing down to her leather sandals. A shiny, long sleeved satin top fitting tightly along her perky figure, with bright gold jewelry complementing the ensemble. Real gold, Seth observed silently to himself.
Beth went to a table, both men going silent as they watched her move through the room. Good-looking one, that, Seth commented, looking at Dare who was deep in thought as his eyes were fixed on the sexy newcomer. Seth teasingly offered Dare a penny for his thoughts. Dare smiled mischievously, letting lose his plans. Seth listened to the young man, smiling as a light went on in his steal grey eyes. When Dare finished he offered up a suggestion as to how Dare could make it really interesting for Beth. The two co-conspirators worked it out: Seth told Dare about a stone hut and wall that was located on the back nine of the resorts golf course. He suggested that he, Seth, would meet Beth that evening and pass a note onto her from Dare saying that he was in trouble and needed her help, with directions to the spot. Dare liked the idea, and wrote the note on a cocktail napkin, cementing the plan by handing it to Seth.
Off you go old chap, let Uncle Seth take care of his end, he said grinning, giving Dare a sporting clap on the back. With a wink, Dare left his fellow collaborator, and went over to Beth, who had since been seated by a male waiter, now standing drooling over her shoulder as she looked at the menu.
Later that same evening, inside the crowded club:
Seth had stopped by the bar for a last drink. His business venture had been concluded earlier than he had expected. With the change in his plans, he had checked out early, his kit packed, boot loaded and the car ready. He now sat at the bar Causley watching young lass of about seventeen who had literally ran into him at one of the receptions. He watched her flirting about the club, weaving in and out of the guests. With a long swishing gown flowing provocatively along her lithe figure, abundant, solid white gold chains swinging out in an alluringly eye catching manner as she scurried about. A diminutive gold ring its half caret diamond flickered playfully from the petite pinky it loosely surrounded once again welcomed his contemplation. The lass presented quite an intriguing gold feathered fledgling, just begging to be plucked. He looked around, spying her parents on the dance floor. The father/husband, despite being an excellent dancer, gave him no interest. It was his partner, the wife/ mother, decked out in a iridescent suit and long swishing satin skirt upon which he now was reexamining. He again studied under the bright dance floor lights her fine pearls dangling from her ears, throat, and wrists. But it was the Ladies’ two rings that stole the show for him; an engagement ring with a rock of at least 2 carets surrounded by numerous shimmering half caret stones and a pinky ring similar to her daughters, that proudly displayed a single white solitaire diamond of at least one caret that had garnered his consideration. He also reconsidered the facts that he had been able to garnish about the lady who wore them, and her husband. The wife/mother was a heavy drinker who would not be expected to make any kind of appearance before noon. Hubby was a golfer, who would be out for breakfast at five am before being on the links at 6 am the next morning . At 5 :15 Seth was planning to pay a visit to his suite, and relieve his two ladies of their expensive trinkets. It should be an easy straight forward caper, that had Seth bristling with anticipation at the prospect.
As he was tossing down the last of his drink he remembered about Dare and the note he still had in his pocket. Setting down the empty glass, he pulled the note out and looked at it, kids he smirked, and was preparing to crinkle toss it on the bar and leave, when his eyes caught sight of Beth. He had felt his breath taken away when he saw her. Not at all what he had expected, he would say to Beth much later in the evening. He looked over the note, stirrings of a plan began formulating. All thoughts of the dancing couple and his plans fled his mind, as He rose, throwing a fiver on the bar and went off to intercept Beth.
Seth held Beth in his arms, she was a vivacious little thing he thought, while smiling charmingly into her eyes. She seemed a little apprehensive at first, but had settled right in when he had told her this had been set up by Dare, remember me at the bar with him this afternoon he had consoled her, she had smile brightly into his eyes in answer. He relished in the feel of her warm satin gown, and allowed himself to be mesmerized by the shimmer of her diamonds.
It reminded him of the diamonds that had been worn by one of his dance partners earlier that evening at a reception. He had forgotten her name, but not her diamonds, one of which now resided in a hidden compartment of his roadsters boot, along with the diamond pin he had slipped off the satin cape he had cordially help a well-dressed lady put on. He had also shelved his plans for his 5:15 am “meeting” at the golf playing husbands hotel room, Beth’s jewels were a much more lucrative prospect.
When the dance had ended he took her to the bar and sat her down, ordering her a drink. She seemed a little perplexed, Seth kissed her gloved hand; wait for it he told her mysteriously, winking into her eyes. Beth had winked back, the fire in her heart reflecting deep in her eyes. Seth left, smiling cleverly to himself as he took in his surroundings. He looked around as he walked away, now where had the little imp gotten off too?
He had decided that the seventeen year old in the long flirting gown would play a very different role in his plans. He approached her, with Dares note and a twenty. Thought for a moment about the pair of thick platinum gold chains dangling from her throat down the open neckline of the girl’s glossy gown, then banished the though, he had bigger fish to filet. The twenty caught her attention and she eagerly listened as he explained to her what to do, pointing out Beth sitting, waiting in earnest at the bar. Wait until she finishes her drink, Seth told her as she listened eagerly. She took the twenty into her hand, the half caret diamond on her pinky ring flashing, and her gold chain bracelets jangled as she grasped it. Seth left, figuring he had about twenty minutes to stop at his car, get a few items from the boot, and put his plan in motion.
Beth had curiously received the note from the attractively shy young lady, clad a slinky gown that made her appear years older. Reading it she folded it and was just getting up when a man wearing a suit came up to her and offered to let her dance with him. It took her some time, before she was finally able to ward him off and leave the brilliantly lit clubroom for the dark, forbidding grounds outside.
Now, a thoroughly excited Beth walked up the hill. Her senses becoming more prickling alert with each step. Innocently unaware that she was no longer playing a role in Dare’s game!
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Epilogue:
As Seth walked away admiring the shimmery necklace, his thoughts travelled back to the gold burdened impish youngster in the swirling gown, and her pearl and diamond laden mother. Revisiting his original plans he decided that he liked the odds, especially since they would be against him. With the father leaving early to meet his cronies for breakfast the Mother should be still sleeping off her drink induced stupor, the hyperactive girl should still be out cold, but presented no risk if she awoke, he had more rope. The ladies jewels should be lying about in the apartment, or handedly on their persons( the pairs of diamond pinky rings, as well as the multi-diamond engagement ring flashed once again across his memory with all their brilliant glory),as he caught fire with the vision. There could be a safe he reasoned, but with a tied up daughter and a knife in his hand, the mother should have no issue opening it for him, or disclosing anywhere else her jewels may have been hidden . But if there was no safe, and the rings, pearls and solid white gold chains were somewhere in the room, he knew he would be able to noiselessly break in, find and slip the jewels from wherever they were perched, and be safely on his way without even causing the slightest stir from the sleeping woman and her daughter. It was a road Seth had travelled down many times. He prickled at the thought, as he foresightedly tallied up the potential haul while making his way to the car. The Mother/wife’s diamond rings, would easily fetch him at least three grand, probably close five with her pearls and the whelp’s jewelry added in. About a quarter of what he probably would get for the jewels now in his procession, so he mused inquisitively to himself, so ,was it worth the risk of his 20,000 bird in hand? Yes he answered himself, as all too familiar and welcome tingling sensation overwhelmed Seths muscular body. Like Dare, Seth like to play risky games, especially those which promised to be somewhat profitable. It would be a tantalizingly chancy gamble of his own; to wait a safe distance away while things cooled down and then return to break into the un protected sleeping ladies chamber.. He knew just the place to hide , and it would be a perfect spot to watch events unfold around Beth and Dare, while making his plans! It also afforded a nicely secret hiding nook for the ill-gotten gains collected so far that evening in case something went wrong, which it wouldn’t..
Courtesy of Chatwick University Archives
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Alright I'll explain ---
This is Cruz a young puppy living
with Chrome up on Vancouver Island.
Need more explaining ? OK I will.
In fact we need to turn back the way-back machine.
For a few years I've been following a guy who makes
his base camp on Vancouver Island, B.C. Canada.
A place where I've spent a lot of time and lived
off and on before moving to the jungles
in Thailand. I know it sounds weird.
Anyway Chrome has a youtube channel where he has
customized his van and lives in it full time while traveling
around filming his life's adventures. Cruz came on board
about 3+ years ago and is a real funny guy, loves to travel
and live in the van. What caught my attention about this guy
is of course Cruz, I know the area he's in and the fact that I too
built my 1st camper van way back in the 60's making me a nomad.
So I'm sitting here watching one of his early clips as
he drove 1/2 way across Canada to pick up this cute
puppy when I stopped the video. Why you ask ?
Because this was just to cute to pass up.
Actually I also had a camera in my hand being cleaned
so at this very moment I simply took a photo of this
video on pause. Now please don't panic cuz I
also watch a bunch of other youtube
stuff about building fast cars
and houses off grid.
Guy Stuff ;-)-
Here's a short clip of Cruz on his
1st birthday and when he was
first brought on board.
No# 1 and I were going someplace for V-Day but
early this morning we both decided to stay home.
I'm still using a snake stick to assist me while walking.
No# 1 said she is feeling way to old today so it was a
unanimous decision to spend V-Day at home and just
enjoy what we have here with each other & the dogs.
Happy Valentines Day and
we'll catch y'all on the rebound.
Jon&Crew ;-)-
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Carried by a bus,
that has multiple stops,
Living in the fuss,
and hitting many nobs,
always getting monitored,
by one of the cops.
well, the photo explains itself. and yes; i did take all the pictures that are on here ^.^
( sorry for not posting for a while, i totally forgot to xD )
{ LOOK ON BLACK }
title.
September sky. (IPhone 11 Pro. I used Photoshop. After editing.)
(iPhone 11 Pro. shot)
Motosuka coast. Chiba Prefecture. Japan. September 27th. 2019. shot ... 2 / 2
(Today 's picture, it is unpublished.)
Images.
VAMPS … ZERO
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Profile.
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.
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2019/02/2019-profil...
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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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」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
2 novels. unforgettable 'English version.(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
「novel_unforgettable_eng.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
3 Interview Japanese version
drive.google.com/file/d/1w5l2hrV5a6lraDiC_Lz2tG_HqatqUCO5...
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
4 novels. unforgettable ' JPN version.
「novel_unforgettable_jpn.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
5 A streamlined trajectory. only Japanese.
「streamlined_trajectory.pdf」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
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iBooks. Electronic Publishing. It is free now.
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&...
2.unforgettable '(JNP.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...
3. Streamlined trajectory.(For Japanese only.)
itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8... =11
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My Novel >> Unforgettable'
(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)
Synopsis.
Kei Kitami who aims at university.
A 6 year old older event companion woman. Meet Kaori Uemura on SNS.
The dream of Kaori who has moved to Tokyo.
It is to be a friend of the artist.
The producer of the radio station for that. The existence of Ryo Osawa was necessary.
Live on the radio.Osawa talks to Kaori.
"I have a wife and a child, but I want to see you."
Kei’s classmate Rika Sanzyou who is thinking of him.
She was searching for Kaori.
※ Supplement
I use Google Translate.
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
images.
U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
Main story
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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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24577016535/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24209330259/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/23975215274/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24515964952/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24276473749/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24548895082/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24594603711/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24588215562/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24100804163/in/dateposted...
Fin.
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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2020 exhibition.
theme.
So Near, So far.
place. Tokyo Big Site.
Sponsoring. Design festa.
2021.
Date unknown.
DIC Kawamura Memorial Art Museum attached gallery.
place. Sakura City, Chiba Prefecture.
theme.
From that day, forever ...
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My Works.
1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...
2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...
3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...
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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.
4
Why did not you have a camera so far?
5
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.
9
What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?
10
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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I talked about how to make a work.
It's really long, but I want to leave everything, so please ask. (^ O ^) /
Japanese only.
About work production 1/2
About work production 2/2
1 Photo exhibition up to that point. Did you want to go?
2 Well, what is an exhibition that you want to visit even if you go there?
3 Challenge to exhibit one work every month before opening a solo exhibition at the Harajuku Design Festa.
4 works are materials and silhouettes. Similar to fashion.
5 Who is your favorite artist? What is it? Make it clear.
6 Creating a collage is exactly the same as taking photos. As I wrote in the interview, it is the same as writing a novel.
7 I want to show it to someone, but I do not make a piece to show it. Aim for the work you want to decorate your own room as in the photo.
8 What is copycat? Nowadays, it is suspected to be beaten. There is something called Mimesis?
kotobank.jp/word/Mimesis-139464
9 What is Individuality? What is originality?
It is a flow of.
If you have time, please listen.
:)
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2019/05/post-70842e...
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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YouTube.
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
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YouPic
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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fotolog
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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My statistics. (As of May 16, 2019)
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2019/05/post-199d28...
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Japanese is the following.
Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
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#新宿 #Manhattan #USA #London #UK #Paris #アンチノック #Milan #Italy #LUMIX #G3 #FUJIFILM #MothinLilac #MIL #GFX50R #B&W #Mono #Chiba #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #gallery #Camera #collage #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #Nakagawa #artist #NY #Interview #Photograph #picture #How #take #write #novel #display #art #future #designfesta #Kawamura #Memorial #DIC #Museum #Fineart
For insta
#新宿 #Manhattan #London #Paris #アンチノック #Milan #MothinLilac #LUMIX #MIL #FUJIFILM #GFX50R #B&W #Fineart #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #Camera #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #artist #Photograph #picture #novel #Fineart #future #designfesta
For twitter
#NY #London #Paris #Milan #LUMIX #FUJIFILM #新宿 #B&W #Exhibition #Flickr #Camera #street #MIL #MothinLilac #Mitsushiro #artist #アンチノック #designfesta #Fineart
タイトル。
九月の空。（ iPhone 11 Pro. フォトショップを使いました。編集後です。）
( iPhone 11 Pro. shot )
本須賀海岸。千葉県。日本。９月２７日。 2019. shot ... 2 / 2
(Today 's picture, it is unpublished.)
Images.
VAMPS … ZERO
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）
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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/2019/02/2019-profil...
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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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)
(四百字詰め原稿用紙４５６枚)
あらすじ
大学を目指している北見ケイは、SNS上で、6歳年上のイベントコンパニオン、上村香織に出会う。
上京してきた香織の夢は、有名なアーティストの友達になるためだ。
そのためにはラジオ局のプロデューサー、大沢亮の存在が必要だった。
大沢は、ラジオの生放送中、香織へ語りかける。
「僕には妻子がある。しかし、僕は君に会いたいと思っている」
ケイの同級生で、彼を想っている三條里香は、香織の動向を探っていた。。。。。
本編
人が海へ向かう理由には、二つある。
ひとつは、波打ち際ではしゃぐ子供のように、今の瞬間の海の輝きを楽しむこと。
もうひとつは、その輝きを静かに見据えて、過ぎ去った日々を懐かしむ老人のように記憶の埃を払うこと。
二つは重なり合わないようではあるけれども、たったひとつの意味しか生まない。
再生だ。
明日っていう、曖昧な日を確実なものへと変えてゆくために、自分の存在に向き合う。
それが再生の意味だ。
十八歳だった僕には大切な人がいた。
「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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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24577016535/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24209330259/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/23975215274/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24515964952/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24276473749/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24548895082/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24594603711/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24588215562/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24100804163/in/dateposted...
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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２０２０年の展示。
テーマ。
So Near , So far.
場所。東京ビッグサイト。
Sponsoring. Design festa.
２０２１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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僕の作品。
1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...
2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...
3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...
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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。
作品の制作方法などついて語りました。
すっごい長いですが、すべて伝え残したいことなので聞いてください。(^O^)／
日本語のみです。
作品制作について 1/2
作品制作について 2/2
１ それまでの写真展。自分は行きたいと思ったか？
２ じゃ、自分が足を運んででも行きたい展示とは何か？
３ 原宿デザインフェスタで個展を開くまでに、毎月ひとつの作品を展示することにチャレンジ。
４ 作品とは、素材とシルエット。ファッションと似ている。
５ 自分が好きなアーティストは誰か？ どんなものなのか？ そこをはっきりさせる。
６ コラージュの作成も写真の撮り方と全く同じ。インタビューに書いたように小説の書き方とも同じ。
７ 誰かに見せたい、見せるがために作品は作らない。写真と同じように自分の部屋に飾りたい作品を目指す。
８ パクリとは何か？ 昨今、叩かれるパクリ疑惑。ミメーシスとは？
https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/ミメーシス
https://kotobank.jp/word/ミメーシス-139464
９ 個性とはなにか？ オリジナリティってなに？
おまけ 眞子さまについて
という流れです。
お時間がある方は是非聴いてください。
:)
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2019/05/post-70842e...
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flickr.
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/
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YouTube.
www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/
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instagram.
www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/
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Pinterest.
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YouPic
youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/
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fotolog
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twitter.
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facebook.
www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa
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僕の統計。（2019年5月16日現在）
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2019/05/post-199d28...
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「日本の経営者は奇跡的無能」
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2019/06/post-926bf5...
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Japanese is the following.
Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2
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#新宿 #Manhattan #USA #London #UK #Paris #アンチノック #Milan #Italy #LUMIX #G3 #FUJIFILM #MothinLilac #MIL #GFX50R #B&W #Mono #Chiba #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #gallery #Camera #collage #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #Nakagawa #artist #NY #Interview #Photograph #picture #How #take #write #novel #display #art #future #designfesta #Kawamura #Memorial #DIC #Museum #Fineart
For insta
#新宿 #Manhattan #London #Paris #アンチノック #Milan #MothinLilac #LUMIX #MIL #FUJIFILM #GFX50R #B&W #Fineart #Japan #Exhibition #Flickr #YOUPIC #Camera #Subway #street #Novel #Publishing #Mitsushiro #artist #Photograph #picture #novel #Fineart #future #designfesta
For twitter
#NY #London #Paris #Milan #LUMIX #FUJIFILM #新宿 #B&W #Exhibition #Flickr #Camera #street #MIL #MothinLilac #Mitsushiro #artist #アンチノック #designfesta #Fineart
きょうの写真は、
iPhone 11 Proの撮影です。
編集はトリミングだけです。(^O^)／
ちょっと前ですけど掲示板で話題になっていました。
:)
『フォトショップを使う前の写真を見せろ』
このセリフを吐くのは、昔ながらの無能なおっさん。
:)
時代に乗りきれず、やたらフィルムに取り憑かれてる。
:)
そもそも写真を撮る際に、カメラ側で設定を行います。
その段階ですでに加工している、と僕は考えています。
なので、フォトショップは使ってくださいね。
:)
と、その前に、昔ながらのフィルム撮影の際だって、現像段階があります。
これが、
現像段階（写真を焼く）＝フォトショップ
っていう式ですよ。
:)
僕のユーチューブ動画でも解説していますので、見てください。
PDFのインタビューにも掲載しています。
stealaway.cocolog-nifty.com/stealaway/2018/08/interviews-...
:)
フォトショップで、光や色彩をバランスよく加工するセンスが要求されるのだから、そんな屁理屈は失笑です。
:)
ちなみに、僕は今日の写真のようにオリジナルはできるかぎりありのままに、撮影しています。
光の量は強調したりしますけど。
光や色彩をバランスよく撮っていないと、フォトショップの編集の際も加工に耐えられないと僕は感じています。
なので、きょうの写真のように、『普通』が基準になっています。
:)
ずっと書いていますが、若干光は多めにしています。
:)
E
Thanks to Detroitika's help, I was able to make a fairly good looking ZU-23-2. I really like this build, especially because of the 'cross-functionality' that will be explained in the descriptions of my M113 APC and soon to come pics ;)
Oh yeah, expect a certain MBT and a certain cargo truck soon!
宋瑞和彩墨展「老師忙於講解」
@ 國立國父紀念館德明藝廊
Sun Rui-he Color Ink Exhibition
"The teacher is busy at explain."
National Dr. Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall De-ming Gallery
Went up to my family's cabin on Saturday to rake leaves...can someone please explain to me why you rake leaves in the middle of the woods? I asked my grandma why we do it but she didn't give me an answer, I'm pretty sure it is an excuse to get our huge family together which is fine by me! But I would love to hear your thoughts on why you rake leaves in the woods. Any who, I will have tons more pictures coming up soon! I took over 600 yesterday so keep an eye out for 'em! Hope everyone had a great weekend!
alyssakaufmanphotography.webs.com/
*My most favorited picture on flickr!!! Keep 'em coming flickr friends!!!
A better view to explain how the rufous collared sparrow got it's name.
Zonotrichia capensis
The rufous-collared sparrow is an American sparrow found in a wide range of habitats, often near humans, from the extreme south-east of Mexico to Tierra del Fuego, and on the island of Hispaniola
Women LOVE shoes
cant explain it
dont know why its such a big deal
they just do
they cant get enough of them
every woman i have known
spent hours and hours
adoring them instead of me............................
we all have our causes
our tastes
our FETISHES...............................
anyway here it is my first shoe FETISH a la SYMMETRY
Photography’s new conscience
I've got some questions asking what this weird looking place is. This building called "Laochangfang" used to be, well guess what, a slaughter house in Shanghai. Built in 1933, it was designed by a British architect. Today it becomes a relatively less-known tourist attraction in Shanghai. As you can probably see from the pictures, on a day when there are not a lot of people, walking in the building can be a bit scary.
1933 Laochangfang, Shanghai, China
老场坊，上海
after trying to explain the story to my mom, i realized i was crying, and then after, i thought it'd make for a decent picture. or at least something i could type a description to
yesterday (now that it's past midnight), one of my old friend's mom passed. she had gotten shot on a regular trip to the grocery store. i know maybe i shouldn't be blabbing about it on here, but it's not like you know him or anything. and it made me really, really sad. he's so young, and to have one of his parents gone is devastating. i don't know what i would do if that ever happened to me. i'm not going to pray for him, because i don't pray, but he is definitely in my thoughts. because i guess i seem to think a lot. he's such a strong person, and i admire him for it. i wish he still went to my school so we can talk, he really is a sweet guy. i miss him
my friend and i were watching the local news channel, and they happened to do a report on it, and again, it made me really sad and uncomfortable. the things you see on the news just get a lot more sad when you actually know the people. but really, the news is so depressing. i hate watching it. i only watch it for the weather - which is also very depressing also where i live.
there are so many horrible people out there. and it makes me angry. maybe a little beyond angry. but there's nothing i can do to about it. there will be horrible people no matter what. and since this incident happened, i have been thinking. just about things in general. all the news stories i've heard throughout my life about people getting killed, murdered, abducted.. it's just all very disturbing. because those people are parents to someone, they are children to someone, or they are everything to someone. it really is a sad thing to have their lives taken away by someone who just wants money. how fucking selfish.
this is a cold, cruel world.
goodnight, i'm tired as hell
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and eye for an eye makes the whole world blind? well, i'd rather be blind than dead.
Say what you will about Google, the company's image recognition capabilities are astonishingly good. All I had to do to identify this church was capture the image with the Google app. Google did the rest in the blink of an eye and returned with the correct result.
Google probably has nefarious motives for giving us this "free" service. For all we know, Google's campaign for world domination is advancing one 70-year-old slide at a time.
Be that as it may, had I tried to identify the church by comparing it with photos of churches in the location where I thought the photo was taken, I'd have come up with nothing. Since the slide was with photos I knew were taken in Chile, I assumed this image was too.
How wrong I was! The scene here is in Panama City, very far from the Chilean Lake District. The only way I can explain my mother's presence there is that she had a layover in Panama City on a trip between the US and South America. In the propliner era, aircraft had shorter ranges. Panama was a logical waypoint.
As a boy I enjoyed visits to the airport at Panama City because of the many different airlines that called there and the abundance of propeller planes at a time when jets were replacing them in the US.
Getting back to the image, the structure is the Church of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, known in Spanish under the much more poetic name of la Iglesia de Nuestra Señora del Carmen.
This is a very rare case when scaffolding was on a church not in connection with repairs or restoration but with its construction.
Here's a piece about the church in Spanish. A translation in fluent Google-Translate English follows.
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Las iglesias suelen verse cómo un monumento arquitectónico, un arte digno de admirar por todos. De hecho, son parte de las construcciones más prestigiosas y profundas que existen alrededor del mundo.
En Panamá, este tipo de arte suele ser bastante predominante gracias a lo que enmarca, “la religión”. Cabe resaltar, que la primera iglesia más famosa, es la catedral, y que luego de ella le sigue la iglesia “Nuestra Señora del Carmen”.
Antigüedad de la iglesia Nuestra Señora del Carmen
A pesar de que dicho monumento lleva años e incluso décadas de haberse construido; hasta el sol de hoy, la iglesia permanece bastante activa, e incluso, puede apoyarse mediante una página web, en la cual se tienen definidos los horarios de las misas.
Por otra parte, cómo es de entenderse, el nombre de la iglesia viene a partir de la veneración a la Virgen María, conocida también en Panamá cómo “Nuestra Señora del Carmelo” o “Nuestra Señora del Carmen”. Hace varias décadas, específicamente la de los 40, existía una especie de culto en honor a esta Virgen; ellos se llamaban “La Congregación de los Carmelitas”. Se podría decir que allí comenzó todo; sin embargo, no fue, sino en los años 1947, que comenzó la creación de esta gran estructura religiosa.
Para el 7 de julio de ese año, se dio un primer paso, colocar la piedra que daría inicio a eternos años de avivamiento de este culto. Este acto fue llevado a cabo por el arzobispo Francisco Beckman.
En los años 1951, el día 16, se inauguró esta iglesia como obra de arte en Panamá; y en el 1953 se bendijo, para que tuviese una visión a futuro, teniendo en la actualidad, los frutos de esa cosecha.
Ahora bien, toda la totalidad de la construcción acabó en el 1955, cuando realizaron dos puertas enormes que tienen forma de torres.
Día especial de la iglesia
Así como en todo país, en Panamá también existen tradiciones, y una de las más importantes es la celebración de la Virgen del Carmen. Para este día, los habitantes y los turistas hacen fiestas y actividades llamativas, dejando todas las calles imposibles de transitar, debido a la aglomeración de personas.
Te recomendamos: Biografía de Manuel Amador Guerrero
Pero, ahora bien, lo más importante de esta fecha, la cual se trata del 16 de julio, es que veneran a la Virgen María con misas y actividades que se ejecutan, nada más y nada menos que en la iglesia monumental de Panamá.
Un dato curioso es que Panamá, por el mes de julio, se llena de muchos turistas, quienes resultan ser totalmente fieles a esta tradición religiosa.
-----------------------------------------Churches are often seen as an architectural monument, an art worthy of admiration by all. In fact, they are part of the most prestigious and profound constructions that exist around the world.
In Panama, this type of art is usually quite predominant thanks to its association with religion. It should be noted that the first most famous church is the cathedral, and that after it is followed by the church "Nuestra Señora del Carmen".
Antiquity of the church Nuestra Señora del Carmen
Despite the fact that said monument has been standing for years and even decades, the church remains quite active.
The name of the church comes from the veneration of the Virgin Mary, also known in Panama as "Our Lady of Carmel" or "Our Lady of Mount Carmel". Several decades ago, specifically that of the 40s, there was a kind of cult in honor of this Virgin; they called themselves “The Congregation of Carmelites”. It could be said that it all began there; however, it was not until 1947 that the creation of this great religious structure began.
On July 7 of that year, a first step was taken, laying the stone that would start eternal years of revival of this cult. This act was carried out by Archbishop Francisco Beckman.
In the years 1951, on the 16th, this church was inaugurated as a work of art in Panama; and in 1953 it was blessed, so that it would have a vision of the future, currently having the fruits of that harvest.
Now, the entirety of the construction ended in 1955, when they made two huge gates that are shaped like towers.
As in every country, in Panama there are also traditions, and one of the most important is the celebration of the Virgen del Carmen. For this day, the inhabitants and tourists make parties and showy activities, leaving all the streets impossible to travel, due to the agglomeration of people.
But, now, the most important thing about this date, which is July 16, is that they venerate the Virgin Mary with masses and activities that take place, nothing more and nothing less than in the monumental church of Panama.
A curious fact is that Panama, during the month of July, is filled with many tourists, who turn out to be totally faithful to this religious tradition.
panamatramites.com/iglesia-nuestra-senora-del-carmen-en-p...
© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch)
Well, I think the title pretty much explains how San Francisco 49er fans feel. Maybe some of them, anyway. These brilliant colors were turned on in support of the NFL football team, who had a very good season.
Anyway, this is the first image I ever processed for showing on flickr in Photoshop. I started the arduous journey of going back to school to really learn the program right. The trip will either end with a college certificate, or, should I find the time, motivation, and strength, Adobe certification (ACE).
Hopefully, someone can tell me before too long a good way to repair a water spot abberation that is easier than manually stitching back every pixle at high magnification. By the way, content-aware spot-healing, clone stamping, and patching did not work (for me). Haha. Thanks for any advce and for just having a look!
San Francisco City Hall Civic Center Lighting in support of the Forty-Niners NFL football team
Can you explain the rain ?
Can you explain the light ?
Can you explain the color ?
Can you explain yourself ?
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
You go, Pez stormtrooper!
Since this photo was taken, an even larger stormtrooper has been spotted.
Photo shot for the Flickr group 7 Days of Shooting.
Part of my Stormtroopers series.
EMMETT: *Scratches head.* "But I don't understand why we are taking delicious food out of Daddy's kitchen, and leaving it here."
SCOUT: "It's tradition of course, Emmett!" *Giggles.*
ROSIE: "That's right, Emmett!" *Giggles too.*
PADDY: "Scout!" *Looks askance at Scout.* "Rosie!" *Looks askance at Rosie.*
SCOUT and ROSIE: "What?!?"
DAISY-MAUD: *Kindly.* "Scout, this is Emmett's first Christmas."
SCOUT: "Oh!" *Puts paw to mouth.* "Sorry Emmett. I forgot!"
JAGO: "So Emmett doesn't know about the traditions we have for Christmas, Rosie."
ROSIE: "I'm sorry Emmett." *Remorseful.*
EMMETT: "That's alright, Scout and Rosie." *Smiles.* "Really!"
BOGART: "Didn't they have Christmas where you came from, Emmett?"
EMMETT: "Oh yes, Bogart. At Christmas all the bears at the orphanage gathered together and waited."
ROSIE: "Waited?"
SCOUT: "Waited for what, Emmett?"
EMMETT: "For our new Mummies and Daddies! They would visit in the lead up to Christmas, and the lucky ones were picked. But I wasn't lucky and didn't get picked last Christmas, and that was my first Christmas ever, and then after Christmas I was blown by the wind from the bear orphanage in Shropshire to Bearingham Palace, and... well, of course you know the rest."
PADDY: "Well, you have a Daddy now, so you don't need to worry about waiting for one any more." *Pats Emmett comfortingly on the shoulder.*
EMMETT: "And that's what I don't understand, Paddy. If daddy is here already, why are we putting out food for him."
PADDY: "This food isn't for Daddy. Do you remember us all talking about Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear?"
EMMETT: "Yes! You encouraged me to write my wish down on my list to be sent to Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear, and perhaps if I am good, I will get my wish."
ROSIE: "Well, the food is for them, Emmett!"
DAISY-MAUD: "Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear work very hard delivering presents and granting wishes for good boys and girls..."
SCOUT: "And bears, Daisy-Maud! Don't forget the good bears... like me!"
ROSIE: "And me!"
DAISY-MAUD: "And bears." *Chuckles.* "They travel across the world in one night. I should know. They rescued me, Danny Boy, Orson and Algie from the ocean liner we were on and made sure we made it in time for Christmas Day a few years ago. Isn't that so Jago?"
JAGO: "Indeed it is, Daisy-Maud! And so, we leave food for Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear to enjoy as a thank you for bringing us beautiful presents and fulfilling our wishes. We know that Father Christmas likes mince pies, and the Christmas Bear is very partial to shortbread biscuits."
EMMETT: "Oh, good! So I can eat the carrot then!" *Lifts carrot to mouth.* "I do have a bit of a grumbly tummy! Grumbly tummy Jago! Grumbly tummy!" *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
SCOUT: "No Emmett! Don't eat the carrot!" *Shakes head vehmently.* "The carrot is for Rudolph!"
EMMETT: "Rudolph? Who is Rudolph?"
DAISY-MAUD: "Rudolph is the red nosed Reindeer who leads the sleigh for Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear and he makes sure that if they ride through a fog, he can lead them with his red glowing nose."
EMMETT: "Oh!" *Puts paw to mouth.*
PADDY: "The carrot is for him to enjoy, and to keep yup his strength."
EMMETT: "Oh!" *Puts down carrot.*
PADDY: "Well! Good job everybear in bringing all the nice treats for Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear!"
BOGART: "And Rudolph!"
PADDY: "And Rudolph!" *Nods.*
SCOUT: "Many helping paws make it easier, Paddy."
JAGO "They certainly do, Scout."
PADDY: "Now, let's go and play until bedtime. Father Christmas and the Christmas Bear come tonight, but they won't come until we are asleep, because the Magic of Christmas only happens in the wee small hours of Christmas Day when good little bears are dreaming of sugar plums..."
SCOUT: "And mince pies."
ROSIE: "And marzipan."
EMMETT: "And chocolates."
BOGART: "And rocky road, and..."
PADDY: "Yes, yes, and all those things and many more besides. Soon it will be Christmas Day, and then, dear Emmett, you shall see what the Magic of Christmas brings!"
EMMETT: "Oh!" *Puts both paws to mouth.*
Paddy, Scout, Bogart, Jago, Daisy-Maud, Rosie, Emmett and I would like to wish all our Flickr friends and followers the very best for the festive season. Thank you for all the interest you have shown in our photographs and adventures this year, and all the support and encouragement you have shown. We really do appreciate it.
May you have a wonderful Christmas; safe, and filled with happiness and love whomever you spend it with and whatever you may do.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Rosie is Scout's cousin, because like Scout, she is a free trade knitted bear from Africa. She was made in Kenya by one of the Kenana Knitters, Martha Wanjira. She is made from home spun and dyed wool. She was a gift to me from two very dear friends, including the one who gave Scout to Paddy.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Jago was a gift from a dear friend in England. He is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Daisy-Maud is Jago's little sister and was made by the same friend in England who made him. She is made of German mohair with floral fabric cotton paw pads that match her pretty sunhat, and glass eyes. A sweet and loving little girl bear, she is happy to be reunited with her big brother, Jago, and enjoys being spoiled by her new Daddy.
Made by Merrythought in England, Emmett is a charming little bear, sweet and smiling, crafted from multi-tonal marl grey mohair and featuring golden velvet paws. He is accessorised with a classic tartan woollen scarf. He is number 23 or a limited worldwide edition of 200.
©Jane Brown2015 All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without explicit written permission.
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Elsie is explaining to me why it is I am not a good pupil in her school (never mind that I'm the only one who is not either an animal or doll). This was taken not long before my camera was confiscated!
This reenactor explains to the small crowd in words close to what the city website says about the skirmish. This is what the website says:
"On September 27, 1862, Colonel Basil Duke led seven companies of Confederate soldiers to Cemetery Hill, above the small town of Augusta. With two pieces of artillery and 350 of [Confederate general John Hunt Morgan] Morgan's finest Raiders, Duke hoped to disperse the Union militia of 125 men stationed there (led by Colonel Joshua T. Bradford and known as the "Home Guard") before crossing the Ohio River and moving on Cincinnati.
…Duke's horsemen rode into town, expecting a quick surrender. Instead, the residents of Augusta met the Rebs with a hail of gunfire, mounting a stiff defense that ultimately resulted in hand-to-hand fighting. Duke later reported, 'The hand-to-hand fighting in the houses...was the fiercest and hottest I ever saw. I witnessed in some of them the floors piled with corpses and blood trickling down the stairways.'
About fifteen Union soldiers were killed or wounded in the battle. Duke's losses were considerably more severe, with seventy-five to one hundred of his soldiers wounded or killed. Although the Confederates eventually forced the militia to surrender, the battle caused Duke to abandon his plans of taking the war onto Northern soil."
Burning down our own green lung - on purpose. How would we explain that to an interplanetary visitor?
Brandrodungen unserer grünen Lunge. Wie würden wir das wohl einem außerirdischen Besucher erklären?
Credits: ESA/NASA
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Amtrak FL9 488 in New York City, New York on an unknown day in June 1980, Kodachrome by Chuck Zeiler I don't know exactly where in NYC this photo was taken. I happened upon this train while wandering around in Grand Central Station. I really wanted a photo in daylight, so I grabbed a cab and attempted to explain my goals to the driver, who was convinced I was crazy, but this was the Big Apple, where crazy is acceptable. I got out at a station somewhere and ran up to the platform, managing to catch the train running under straight electric power off the third rail. The following according to the September 1983 issue of Trains Magazine:
Amtrak FL9 488 was previously numbered Amtrak 239. Originally New York New Haven & Hartford ( NYNH&H, or simply the New Haven ) 2016 built between July-November 1957 ( c/n 21962 ), later under Penn Central ownership ( January 1, 1969 ) it was renumbered 5016. It had 1750 horsepower produced by an EMD 16-567C prime mover, and the idea was to shut the diesel down at Woodlawn Junction and run under third rail 600 volts DC power into Grand Central Station. Under the PC ownership however, the diesels were kept fired up until the entrance to Park Avenue Tunnel at 96th St. in Manhattan, but only if the crew knew they had a good unit. Sometimes, deteriorating batteries would prevent restarting the diesel once it had been shut down, but more often the problem was the electrically operated air compressor had become defective, and the main generator, run by the diesel, was necessary to keep the brake system charged. So, despite regulations to the contrary, the echoes of rumbling 567's became familiar sounds in the catacombs of Grand Central, with resulting limited visibility in the tunnels during morning and evening rush hours. Penn Central's assets were conveyed to Conrail on April 1, 1976, and CR sold 12 FL9's to Amtrak. During 1978-80, Amtrak sent six of its FL9's to Morrison-Knudsen in Boise, ID for rebuilding, including the capability to provide Head End Power ( HEP ) to Amtrak's new and rebuilt cars. The FL9's returned with air horns replacing their New Haven Hancock air whistles. The US Congress mandated that Conrail exit the passenger business on January 1, 1983, so the remainder of CR's FL9's were sold off to commuter agencies.
A comment from Josh Jones: The station where this photo was taken is at Metro North's Harlem 125th St. Station. Thanks Josh, I had no idea where I was.
I’d love someone to explain the circumstances surrounding the pile of paper and cardboard all over the ground in front of the bin which is not actually full. Maybe those chicks over at Blacktown Girls High are just total rebels and were so bad one day that they threw the recycling on the ground instead of in the bin? Fucking hectic if they did. I actually looked at all this and told myself I should probably clean it up, but then the little devil version of me got on my right shoulder and advised me otherwise, so I just drove over all the shit, emptied the bin and got out of there. Too bad for whoever had to clean all this up!