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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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Deutsche Seite: www.ampya.com/news/Aktuell/Videopremiere-Miley-Cyrus-nack...
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
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dioBYN96E3g
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
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTgfGiqUWi8
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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
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Swell of the east. (FUJIFILM GFX 50 R shot (32 - 64))
(FUJIFILM GFX 50 R shot(32-64))
Kujukuri Beach. Chiba Prefecture. Japan. 2018. shot ... 4 / 8
(Today 's picture, it is unpublished.)
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Robbie Nevil - Too soon.
Robbie Nevil:Too Soon Lyrics
lyrics.wikia.com/wiki/Robbie_Nevil:Too_Soon
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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/2018/03/tokyo-big-s...
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.)
Mitsushiro Nakagawa
All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .
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U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related
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
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.
May 18th. 19th.
theme.
Silence Is the Way.
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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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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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.
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Japanese is the following.
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タイトル。
東のうねり。( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot(32-64) )
( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot(32-64) )
九十九里浜。千葉県。日本。２０１８年。 shot … 4 / 8
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。)
Images…
Robbie Nevil - Too soon.
Robbie Nevil:Too Soon Lyrics
lyrics.wikia.com/wiki/Robbie_Nevil:Too_Soon
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/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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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。
5月１８日。１９日。
テーマ。
Silence Is the Way.
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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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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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。
:)
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フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。
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フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。
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Fotologを始めた時について。 建築家の視点。
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なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？
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何が一番かっこいいのか？ 写真はありのままに。
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現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。
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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。
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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。
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良い構図とは？ 悪い構図とは？
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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。
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家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。
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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。
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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。
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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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Hard to explain, may have something to do with the way people communicate nowadays, I don't know... Nothing special happening here except for the beautiful sky and every now and then I like to take the long lens (this was a good 200 to 300m away from me) and marvel how far we've come on optics and digital technology with images like this! This kit can be bought in the US for less than $1000. Again nothing special here I wonder if this is even worth sharing but anyway there you go...
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.
Previous LBA Family Portrait from 2016/12/18
Oh boy. Must I explain myself still? Not really. I did get the A7ii....
Since the last LBA picture I've added 12 more lenses to the workhorse stable; and by workhorse I do actually use a majority of these lenses for photo shoots and everyday use.
The stars indicate which lenses I've added since the last lens family portrait.
The Series 1 Tower of Power
・Vivitar Series 1 VMC 200mm f3.0
・Vivitar Series 1 VMC Macro 90mm f2.5 "Bokina"
・Vivitar Series 1 VMC 28mm f1.9 (Nikon AI)
・Vivitar Series 1 VMC 28mm f1.9 (Canon FD)
・Vivitar Series 1 VMC 28mm f1.9 (Konica AR)
Telephotos
☆Konica Hexanon AR 200mm f3.5 (Early Variant)
☆Nikon Nikkor-P Auto 105mm f2.5 (Sonnar)
☆Minolta MC (MC-X) Tele Rokkor-X 100mm f2.5
☆Carl Zeiss Jena Tessar 80mm f2.8
☆Carl Zeiss Jena Biotar 7,5cm (75mm) f1.5
The Standards
・Minolta MD Rokkor-X 45mm f2.0
・Carl Zeiss Jena Tessar 50mm f2.8
☆Meyer-Optik Goerlitz Oreston 50mm f1.8
・Canon nFD 50mm f1.8
・Minolta MD 50mm f1.7
・Konica Macro-Hexanon AR 55mm f3.5
☆Minolta MC (MC-II) Rokkor-PF 55mm f1.7
・Konica Hexanon AR 57mm f1.4 (Early Version)
☆Konica Hexanon AR 57mm f1.4 (Middle Version)
・Konica Hexanon AR 57mm f1.2 (MIddle Version)
・Konica Hexanon AR 57mm f1.2 (Late Version)
・Minolta Auto Rokkor-PF 58mm f1.4
・Minolta MC (MC-II) Rokkor-PF 58mm f1.4
・Minolta MC (MC-II) Rokkor-PG 58mm f1.2 (Serial 250xxxx)
・Helios 44-2 58mm f2.0 (Black/Green Version)
☆Carl Zeiss Jena Biotar 58mm f2 (Preset Exakta)
The Wides
☆Konica Hexanon AR 28mm f3.5 (Late Version)
Accessories
・Vivitar Series 1 90mm f2.5 Macro Adapter
・Vivitar Macro Focusing 2x Teleconverter (Minolta MD)
・Konica Hexanon Teleconverter AR 2x
☆Konica Hexanon Teleconverter AR 2x
・Konica Macro Lens Adapter
・Canon Extender FD 2x-B
・Minolta Flashmeter IV
Taken with Canon FD 50 1:1.8 on Sony ILCE-3000
As a child I often wondered why I was me and not someone else which might possibly explain why the day eventually came when I changed who I was. But I can still ask myself why I'm transgendered when most people wouldn't even dream of it. as for normal people it's definately off-limits. I do think we all are different and have a purpose in life, and whereas most of you have wives and a family fate has denied me the social bonds you all enjoy and I'm out here on my own like the wilderbeast and zebras on the velt watching out for cheetahs and lions. Of course because I have no ties it means I can be different without hurting others and that makes it more than okay. So I don't think I am doing anything wrong as someone has to be Jojo don't they and sitting at the back of the class dreaming of fabulous creatures that young boy might as well be me because I put my hand up first.
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
edit
and eye for an eye makes the whole world blind? well, i'd rather be blind than dead.
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.
File: E0005
Somewhere around Gloucestershire or South Gloucestershire, England, United Kingdom. Date unknown, possibly around c2008. Will be explained below.
About the photograph.
Tiffany is a model (either amateur, part-time, or professional) whom did a lot of modelling for various British top-shelf adult softcore magazines. Many of the British titles includes the likes of Escort, Razzle, and Fiesta, to name a few.
I saw her in one of those Reader’s Wives pages at the back of those magazines. Usually where a lot of male readers would send pictures of their girlfriends or wives to the softcore magazine for a little bit of cash.
There was a small article, a quick bio that talks about her, and it also included a mention that if anyone wants to get in touch with her, they may write via the magazine.
So I wrote to her, asking if I could book her for a photo-shoot, and we ended up in communications done by writing letters back and forth, even though email would be easier and quicker. Finally arrangements were made, date and time for a photo-shoot set up, booked for a couple of hours, at her partner’s home.
That was sometime around autumn of 2008, I have no idea when exactly as I’ve lost my notes, and the metafile for the photos gets changed, I’ll explain this later.
I can’t remember the exact location either as I’ve not made notes of it. I didn’t start writing a journal until many years later. However it was somewhere around the south part of Gloucestershire, and somewhere closer to the M5 motorway. It was done at her partner’s home.
Even thought I am a deaf person with speech impaired, when I went there, they greeted me warmly and openly.
I had done a few photo-shoots of women before, but they weren’t models, as they were mostly female friends or people I know, posing for me as a favour. Tiffany is my first serious and my first booked model.
Communications with her, directing her to the kind of poses, was not a problem. She is an experienced model and had done a lot of modelling before, all I had to do was to mime the pose I want her to do, and she simply use her experience to do the posing in the ways I wanted.
At the beginning of the two hours session, I started shooting the photos with my Nikon D1, but sadly, my camera started to develop a technical problem, even though I checked the equipment beforehand. In case you’re wondering, it was not a flat battery. The photo-shoot was in danger of being cancelled, but thankfully her partner let me borrow his Nikon DSLR to continue the session.
It was a Nikon, but I don’t remember which model. Could have been one of the mid-range series like the D100, D200, or D300 models. As it was a Nikon brand, it was easy for me to quickly make the translation from my camera to their camera in a short time, as most of the controls are familiar.
In this photograph, Tiffany is wearing a while faux fur jacket manufactured by Astrake, and bought second hand from a charity shop. She is also wearing her own bodysuit, briefs, hold-up stockings, gloves, and high heels, all of them in white.
I believe this is a spare bedroom which they use for photo-shoots, and here, she is laying down on the bed.
After the photo-shoot was done, they transferred all the photos from the memory card to a CD-R, and posted the disc to me. There was a problem with the file format, and I could not open them in my computer, so I informed them of incompatibility issues.
Therefore they had to save the files in standard JPEG format, which is why the files are missing the EXIF information about the camera, and the metafile may have the date the files were created on the disc, instead of actual creation date from the camera.
After my first serious photo-shoot with Tiffany, I feel I’ve picked up experience of how to book models, how to communicate with them, and how to work with them. Then in 2016, I booked my next model, and to date (July 2024), I have worked with 7 different models.
Despite myself being deaf, Tiffany and all the other models I worked with afterwards, had got on well.
The Comment Box is NOT an adverting billboard for the groups you are member of. You are welcome to comment on my photos, about the subject, or about your similar experience
If you want to promote the groups you are member of, then do it IN YOUR own Photostream.
We will never forget him or the thousands of others murdered in Egypt for their passion for freedom and Justice.
On 2 February 2018, about fifty people gathered outside the Egyptian Embassy in London for a vigil to mark the second anniversary of the discovery of the horrificly mutilated corpse of Cambridge university student, Giulio Regeni, at the edge of the Cairo-Alexandria desert road in Egypt.
Within hours of the discovery of his body, his family knew that he must have been the victim of the most appalling sustained violence. His corpse was so terribly disfigured that his mother explained he was virtually unrecognisable. She could only identiy him from the tip of his nose.
But what was equally striking was the location where the body had been dumped, on one of Egypt's busiest highways close to the watchtowers of a security services base.
On 25th January 2016, the fifth anniversary of Egypt's 2011 uprising, a thirty year old Italian national Giulio Regeni disappeared from the streets of Cairo.
He was a student of one of Britain's most prestigious universities - Cambridge and was researching the crucial role of trade unions in relation to Egyptian political power and workers' rights.
During his research he managed to cultivate contacts with numerous key individuals within several Independent trade unions which the Egyptian government planned to make illegal. He often expressed fear to his friends that he might be detained by Egyptian authorities.
It was not until 3 February 2016, nine days after his disappearance, that Regeni's half-naked and battered corpse was found dumped by the roadside. His mother remarked that Giulio's disfigured face carried "all the evils of the world."
A senior Egyptian police official, who it was later discovered had a prior criminal record for both torture and murder, announced that Regeni had been the victim of a road traffic accident.
However an Italian autopsy indicated that he had been tortured to death over a period of approximately one week and had suffered over 24 bone fractures, multiple stab wounds, numerous cigarette burns and sharp razor cuts and that all his finger and toe nails had been yanked out.
On 21 April a Reuters correspondent reported that he had received confirmation of Regeni's arrest and detention by Egyptian security services in January from no fewer than six sources in Egypt's police and intelligence services but Egypt's Interior Minister angrily denied the report as having "no basis in truth."
The Regeni case is not an isolated incident - every month dozens of Egyptians, from among those who either dare to criticize the government or dare in anyway not to conform, are forcibly disappeared from their homes or from the streets and many of them either die in detention or eventually appear months later in court charged with offences, such as protesting without a license or spreading false information against the state.
Recent estimates put the number of political detainees in Egypt's prisons at approximately 60,000.
The Italian government have been infuriated by the lack of any honest attempt by the Egyptian authorities to discover and punish those responsible for Regeni's murder. Although some Italians have been disappointed by the very limited scale of Italian diplomatic and economic reprisals - they have at least gone further than the British government - withdrawing their ambassador in April 2016 for consultations and on 30 June the Italian senate voted to halt aviation supplies for Egyptian military aircraft including F-16s.
Meanwhile the British government has done virtually nothing - except issue a brief statement after it was embarrassed into action by an online parliamentary petition - prior to which I'm unaware of any statement on the issue by British diplomats who appear to wish to prioritize profit and trade over human rights.
More information about the Regeni case and the human rights crisis in Egypt can be found from
The Egypt Solidarity Initiative at
egyptsolidarityinitiative.org/
and also on Facebook or from Amnesty International at
www.amnesty.org.uk/blogs/press-release-me-let-me-go/truth...
Update April 2020 -. If anyone is interested in the forgotten history of British imperialism and how it impacted the lives of millions of people around the world including Egypt from the 1700s until today - I've posted over 600 short articles on the following website. roguenation.org/ including the following page where you can select from over 600 pages according to country - roguenation.org/choose-by-country
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Somewhere around Gloucestershire or South Gloucestershire, England, United Kingdom. Date unknown, possibly around c2008. Will be explained below.
About the photograph.
Tiffany is a model (either amateur, part-time, or professional) whom did a lot of modelling for various British top-shelf adult softcore magazines. Many of the British titles includes the likes of Escort, Razzle, and Fiesta, to name a few.
I saw her in one of those Reader’s Wives pages at the back of those magazines. Usually where a lot of male readers would send pictures of their girlfriends or wives to the softcore magazine for a little bit of cash.
There was a small article, a quick bio that talks about her, and it also included a mention that if anyone wants to get in touch with her, they may write via the magazine.
So I wrote to her, asking if I could book her for a photo-shoot, and we ended up in communications done by writing letters back and forth, even though email would be easier and quicker. Finally arrangements were made, date and time for a photo-shoot set up, booked for a couple of hours, at her partner’s home.
That was sometime around autumn of 2008, I have no idea when exactly as I’ve lost my notes, and the metafile for the photos gets changed, I’ll explain this later.
I can’t remember the exact location either as I’ve not made notes of it. I didn’t start writing a journal until many years later. However it was somewhere around the south part of Gloucestershire, and somewhere closer to the M5 motorway. It was done at her partner’s home.
Even thought I am a deaf person with speech impaired, when I went there, they greeted me warmly and openly.
I had done a few photo-shoots of women before, but they weren’t models, as they were mostly female friends or people I know, posing for me as a favour. Tiffany is my first serious and my first booked model.
Communications with her, directing her to the kind of poses, was not a problem. She is an experienced model and had done a lot of modelling before, all I had to do was to mime the pose I want her to do, and she simply use her experience to do the posing in the ways I wanted.
At the beginning of the two hours session, I started shooting the photos with my Nikon D1, but sadly, my camera started to develop a technical problem, even though I checked the equipment beforehand. In case you’re wondering, it was not a flat battery. The photo-shoot was in danger of being cancelled, but thankfully her partner let me borrow his Nikon DSLR to continue the session.
It was a Nikon, but I don’t remember which model. Could have been one of the mid-range series like the D100, D200, or D300 models. As it was a Nikon brand, it was easy for me to quickly make the translation from my camera to their camera in a short time, as most of the controls are familiar.
In this photograph, Tiffany is wearing a while faux fur jacket manufactured by Astrake, and bought second hand from a charity shop. She is also wearing her own bodysuit, briefs, hold-up stockings, gloves, and high heels, all of them in white.
I believe this is a spare bedroom which they use for photo-shoots, and here, she is laying down on the bed.
After the photo-shoot was done, they transferred all the photos from the memory card to a CD-R, and posted the disc to me. There was a problem with the file format, and I could not open them in my computer, so I informed them of incompatibility issues.
Therefore they had to save the files in standard JPEG format, which is why the files are missing the EXIF information about the camera, and the metafile may have the date the files were created on the disc, instead of actual creation date from the camera.
After my first serious photo-shoot with Tiffany, I feel I’ve picked up experience of how to book models, how to communicate with them, and how to work with them. Then in 2016, I booked my next model, and to date (July 2024), I have worked with 7 different models.
Despite myself being deaf, Tiffany and all the other models I worked with afterwards, had got on well.
The Comment Box is NOT an adverting billboard for the groups you are member of. You are welcome to comment on my photos, about the subject, or about your similar experience
If you want to promote the groups you are member of, then do it IN YOUR own Photostream.
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Quantum theory of observation - Thierry Dugnolle
Quantum physics for dummies
Fundamental principles and concepts
Examples of measurements
Entanglement
General theory of measurement
The forest of destinies
The appearance of relative classical worlds in the quantum Universe
Quantum entanglement is the fundamental concept to explain the reality of observation.
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Wave-particle duality
Is light a flow of particles or a wave phenomenon ? Light rays could be particle paths and they were regarded thus by Newton in his Optics. Light reflection in a mirror is then naturally interpreted with the hypothesis that particles of light, or photons, are like bouncing balls. Nevertheless Huygens argued that this phenomenon and others were better interpreted with the hypothesis that light rays are perpendicular lines to wave fronts.
Photography gives an evidence of the existence of particles of light, for traces left by light are always like impacts of particles.
But if light is made of particles how can we explain interference patterns such as those found by Young and Fresnel ? Interference is always interference between waves. It seems there can not be any interference with particles. An interference pattern is an experimental evidence that light is a wave phenomenon. It is confirmed by Maxwell's theory of electomagnetism, which defines light as an electromagnetic wave.
That light be made of particles is not contradicted by the existence of interference patterns. Here is what we can see if we look at how an interference pattern appears on a photographic plate (see photo - animated in original publication)
The wave phenomenon, interference, results from impacts of particles.
The superposition principle gives a very direct explanation of wave-particle duality. Any physical system is a particle or a system of particles, but these behave sometimes like waves because they can be in many places at the same time. The wave of a particle or of a system of particles determines its diffuse presence.
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Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy
seop.illc.uva.nl/entries/qt-entangle/
1. Quantum Entanglement
In 1935 and 1936, Schrödinger published a two-part article in the Proceedings of the Cambridge Philosophical Society in which he discussed and extended an argument by Einstein, Podolsky, and Rosen. The Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen (EPR) argument was, in many ways, the culmination of Einstein’s critique of the orthodox Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics and was designed to show that the theory is incomplete. (See the entries on the Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen argument in quantum theory and the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics.)
In classical mechanics the state of a system is essentially a list of the system’s properties — more precisely, it is the specification of a set of parameters from which the list of properties can be reconstructed: the positions and momenta of all the particles comprising the system (or similar parameters in the case of fields).
The dynamics of the theory specifies how properties change in terms of a law of evolution for the state. In a letter to Max Born, Wolfgang Pauli characterized this mode of description of physical systems as a ‘detached observer’ idealization (see The Born-Einstein Letters, Born, 1992; p. 218).
On the Copenhagen interpretation, such a description is not possible for quantum systems. Instead, the quantum state of a system should be understood as a catalogue of what an observer has done to the system and what has been observed, and the import of the state then lies in the probabilities that can be inferred (in terms of the theory) for the outcomes of possible future observations on the system.
Einstein rejected this view and proposed a series of arguments to show that the quantum state is simply an incomplete characterization of a quantum system. The missing parameters are sometimes referred to as ‘hidden parameters’ or ‘hidden variables.’
It should not be supposed that Einstein’s notion of a complete theory included the requirement that the theory should be deterministic. Rather, he required certain conditions of separability and locality for composite systems consisting of separated component systems: each component system separately should be characterized by its own properties (its own ‘being-thus,’ as Einstein put it — ‘So-sein’ in German), and it should be impossible to alter the properties of a distant system instantaneously (or the probabilities of these properties) by acting on a local system.
In later analyses, notably in Bell’s argument for the nonlocality of quantum correlations, it became apparent that these conditions, suitably formulated as probability constraints, are equivalent to the requirement that statistical correlations between separated systems should be reducible to probability distributions over common causes (deterministic or stochastic) in the sense of Reichenbach. (See the entries on Bell’s theorem and Reichenbach’s common cause principle.)
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.
To go along with the issue, here is the track for Issue 3. So if you care to, you can listen to it before, during, or after the read.
"Daddy?"
Alan's eyes slowly opened, the light from the hallway illuminating his room. At the door of his room was his daughter, the two year old holding onto a small toy of the Flash. It's helmet had been torn off from play, but she still carried it everywhere.
"What is it, princess?" he asked, sitting up in his bed. His head turned to the clock on his nightstand, the hands pointing to 2:30 AM.
"I… I had a bad dr… drrr..."
"A bad dream, sweety?" he interjected, helping the girl with the word. She nodded slightly, looking at the ground. "C'mere."
The girl walked over to the side of the bed, Alan lifting her up and into the center of the bed.
"So, do you want to talk about it?" He asked, brushing his hand through her hair. "If not that's okay, sometimes they are really scary."
The girl was silent. Alan smiled slightly, glad she was able to fall asleep so quickly, lifting his hand to cover the two of them up.
"You left…"
Alan looked back down at the girl, tears in her eyes. "What?"
"Y-you… were like mommy… we put you under us… with the rock," she explained, her arms clutching onto the Flash toy much tighter. "AJ left too and I was by myself…"
"Jade…" he whispered, pulling her head closer to his chest. "I will never just leave you, princess."
"B-b-but mommy did," she whimpered. "I want you and AJ to stay forever."
Alan kissed her on the top of the head, letting go of the hug. "You won't ever need to worry," he reassured, pointing to her heart. "Even if we aren't together, I'll always be right here. Always."
"Resurrecting the dead?"
Jade stood atop her apartment complex's roof in her costume. Next to her was her brother, fully in costume aside from his mask. Both John and Guy had arrived bringing the news of the prophecy.
"It's something different every other Tuesday," continued Todd, sighing as he shook his head.
"They already brought back… brought back someone who meant someone to me," John informed, looking downwards. "They may send more, or people targeted to any of you."
Jade's body paled, her head pointing downwards. A hand on her shoulder caused her to look up, her brother smiling at her.
"Hey, it's… it's gonna be okay," he reassured, pulling his mask over his face. "We are heroes for a reason, for him."
Jade grew a soft smile, her eyes gaining a bright glow. "Right."
-^-
"AJ?" Alan asked, kneeling down next to his five year old son. The boy sat on the porch of their house, his elbows on his knees with his hands holding his chin.
"Hmm?" he responded, his lips narrowed and eyebrows tilted.
Alan opened his mouth to speak, but noticed the streaks of red on his face. "AJ, were you crying?"
"N-no…" he responded, turning his head away from his dad.
Alan frowned, placing his palm on AJ's cheek and turning his head to look at him, "Did something happen at school?"
AJ's lips began to quiver, the corners turning downwards into a frown. "I… dad… I…"
Tears began to run down his face, his body leaning forward to hug his Alan. Alan's eyes widened at the action, wrapping his own arms around the boy.
"A-at school… we had to… to draw what we w-w-would look like… when we grew up," the boy explained, his voice shaky. "W-when I drew mine… the t-t-t-teacher yelled at me… and threw it away…"
Alan felt anger boil in his stomach. Jade had shown him her drawing when she got home from school. He wondered why his son hadn't shown him.
"Why would she do that?" he asked, keeping his anger down. "I thought Mrs. Wall liked you two."
"It… I…" he started, stopping after each time he tried to speak. His head lowered, reaching into his pocket. Alan watched him pull the crumbled piece of paper out. "The older kids heard about it too… they kept calling me these mean names."
Alan took the balled up paper from AJ, unfolding it carefully. His face took on surprise as he viewed the drawing.
AJ, white hair and black eyes, stood holding hands with another stick drawing, it's hair brown and eyes blue. Under the drawing was the words "ME + HUZBEN".
Alan looked up to his son who was looking down at his feet. "They started calling me a fag and a sissy," he spoke, not looking up. "I don't know what I did."
Allen felt tears well up in his eyes, moving forward and hugging his son. "Nothing," he cried. "You did nothing wrong… nothing at all."
"But everyone said…"
"Don't worry about what everyone said, AJ," Alan spoke, smiling as he rubbed his shoulder. "I'll never stop loving you, no matter what you do or who you love. Never."
Todd's eyes traced the moving object that flew through the sky, a trail of blackness following close behind. He felt a pain in his chest as he watched the figure land a rooftop away from them.
"Is it…" Jade asked, looking across the rooftop.
"It's him," he responded, removing his hands from the inside of his cloak. "It's time."
Both Guy and Hal stepped in front of his sister and him, Guy turning his head back, "We got this, you two… you can sit this one out."
"No," Jade responded, lighting up both of her hands, "this is our fight."
"We may not have been able to save him before," started Todd, shadows welling around his feet, "but we will save him from the reaper."
-^-
Alan stumbled as he walked through the darkness of the cave. The only light source he had left was the glow of the torch-lit lantern he had brought with, but the area it shined on was small.
A week had gone by since his ring stopped working. It had never happened before, but the power completely stopped, the rings glow even disappearing. He tried powering it by the sun, by electricity. He even had Jay take it across the world to see if someone could help.
This was his last idea. Go back to the cave where he originally found it. Back then, he grabbed the ring and left, the lantern getting left behind, maybe it had something to do with it?
As he stepped into the deepest part of the cavern, a chill went down his spine. In front of him was a pentagram, at the center a pedestal with the green lantern sat on it. When he had retrieved the ring, the pentagram came to life, the ring slipping onto his finger being the only reason he got out in time.
This time wouldn't be the same though, he didn't have the ring.
He took cautious steps forward, his right foot crossing the edge of the bloodstained drawing on the floor. He gulped the lump in his throat down as his other foot crossed, his full body now encompassed by the pattern.
As his hand reached forward, he felt a chill once more. A voice in his head screaming for him to turn. To let go of the battery and leave the cave. To go home to his kids and never worry about the ring again.
It's what his conscience told him to do, and what he wanted to do. Things didn't happen as he wished them to. He felt the ring on his finger light up, pulling his hand forward. Before he could stop it, his hand took a hold of the lantern.
The pentagram roared to life, the blood flowing a fiery red. Before he knew it, Alan saw nothing. Pure blackness… nothingness.
Nothingness. Blackness. A void of darkness gnawing at his soul. It's what he felt. Powerlessness and helplessness. He felt as if he were floating, drifting through a starless night sky.
The last thing he could remember was the agonizing pain. The feeling of his arm being bursted from the inside out. He also can remember the feeling of… accomplishment, of fulfillment. He can't remember why though; why his heart feels full and empty at the same time.
He was fighting someone now, though, but he couldn't tell who. A sun and a moon, both radiating energy of purity. The sun felt warm, positive, and compassionate; the moon felt thoughtful, calm, and protective.
They reminded him of someone, but he didn't know who. He wanted to know who.
Who were the sun and moon?
-^-
Todd launched forward a shadow that wrapped around his father's torso, the corpse bursting free with his power ring.
John wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting audibly. Alan was much stronger than Tommy was, which meant some semblance of power had to transfer from when they were alive.
"Is he… done?" John asked, looking down at Tommy's corpse. Guy had the body pinned to the ground by the waist, keeping it from attacking.
"No," he replied, creating a blade construct. "Hal said removing the ring from it's body will… put it back to rest."
John lowered his head, nodding. Guy lowered the knife construct, cutting the ring finger from Tommy's hand. A screeching noise echoed from the ring as it melted like a candle, the black liquid vaporizing into the air.
"Johnny?"
John looked up to see Tommy looking up at him. "I thought you said…"
"That's what Hal told me," Guy responded.
"Heh, so 'dis is what was goin' on, eh?" Tommy asked, slightly chuckling. "I was wondering what was going on."
"Tommy… are you… you?" John asked cautiously.
"I'd hope so," Tommy responded. "Don't know who else I'd be."
John felt a smile crawl into his face. "Tommy you're…" he started before his eyes glanced down to his feet. Tommy's feet were gone, his legs slowly crumbling into a pile of dust on the floor.
"His body's turning to ash," Guy said, turning to look at John.
"Huh, guess I am, huh?" Tommy asked, once again chuckling. "Guess 'ya only get one shot at life, eh?"
"Tommy… I… I'm sorry," John pleaded, dropping to his knees, grabbing onto his hand. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Fa' what?" Tommy asked, raising one of his eyebrows.
"I… I let you die!" John shouted, his eyes leaking. "I…"
"Aye, Johnny," Tommy called as his hand and torso added to dust, "I ain't gonna forgive 'ya, cause there ain't no reason t'be sorry."
"But…"
"Heh, see 'ya 'round, GL," beamed Tommy as his head turned to dust, the last expression on his face a smile.
John lowered his head, his tears dropping onto the floorboards.
They needed to remove the ring from his finger, but they couldn't even get close to him. His ring mixed with the starheart gauntlet was too overpowering, even for all four of them.
"This isn't working," called out Guy, recovering from being blasted into the pavement. "We need to break through that gauntlet's defense!"
"Obsidian! Jade!" John yelled, gaining the two's attention. "You two have to get that gauntlet, our rings are useless against it!"
"It… it hurts…" she responded, looking done. "To fight him… it hurts."
"He did everything for us…" Todd agreed, dropping to a knee. "He…"
"I know that, but it's not him!" John shouted back. "Your father was a hero, a damn good one at that. He gave his life to make sure you two could live on, so you could save the lives that he couldn't."
Jade looked down, tears dropping from her eyes.
"Even if we aren't together, I'll always be right here. Always."
Todd's cloak fell over his shoulders, his fist clenched.
"I'll never stop loving you, no matter what you do or who you love. Never."
"You're the only two who can stop that power because it's yours!" he asserted, pointing to Alan. "The gift he gave to you, so use it!"
"On it!" "Right away."
The two flew forward, each in opposite directions around the corpse. Jade's fists glowed brighter than before, Todd's shadows the blackest they'd ever been.
"For dad," the two muttered simultaneously.
-^-
The sky felt… lessened. When he reached out, he could feel things. He could feel the moon hold onto him, the sun beaming. The feeling was… familial.
As the sky cleared, so did his vision. Things were more visible. The moon started to shift, from the grey rock to a black and blue human. The sun did the same, but green and white.
The familiarity felt like… kin. Like… children.
The fog was gone. The black smoke clouding around him and his thoughts cleared.
He was in his body, even if he could not move it. He could see out of his eyes, even if he could not choose where to look.
He could feel.
As he attempted to move his arm, he heard a clatter. Looking down, he saw the chain linked from his wrist to the platform he knelt on.
Both arms were chain down, his ankles locked into the platform as well. Two chains that shot from his neck down his chest and back kept his head locked in place. He was trapped, purgatory once again.
'Jade! Todd,' he tried to shout, but he could not open his mouth, it was nailed shut. He was locked in place, forced to watch his children fight for their lives.
Against him.
-^-
Jade dipped under a blast from the Starheart Gauntlet, soaring through the air firing back energy blasts. Todd pushed his hands forward, two shadow hands reaching for Alan.
The corpse cut the shadows in half with the gauntlet, blasting back Todd in the process. As Jade swooped down for a surprise attack, Alan used his black ring to create a hand, launching her away.
"We aren't strong enough, even together," Jade exclaimed, looking to her brother.
Todd kept his head down, breathing heavily. "I… still have one… one more card up my sleeve…"
As he spoke, Todd brought himself to a stand, clasping his hands together. His eyes closed inside of his mask as he took a deep breath.
"Shadowlands… I call upon your power," called Todd, his feet encompassing in darkness.
"Todd?"
Suddenly, Todd screamed, his body being encompassed by darkness. The shadows, vantablack in color shot into the sky, their shape taking on Todd's own.
-^-
'TODD!' Alan attempted to scream, once again being stopped by his shit mouth. He stuggled immensely against the bindings, needing to free himself. He had to help save the…
"Nekron's Curse: Sky of the Damned."
Alan focused his eyes to the real world, watching his body raise it's left hand and uttering the words. Out of the black ring emerged the black goo, it's shape slowly forming into that of an eight pointed star. The gauntlet on his right hand lit up, green energy feeding onto the star. As the star turned green, a ring circled around.
The star shot forward, ripping through the gigantic shadow that Todd had created. The agonizing scream caused tears to fall down Alan's eyes, watching as the shadow disappeared back into Todd's body.
As his body floated towards them, he could see Todd lying on the rooftop, barely holding himself up. Jade was stood in front of him, her eyes glowing, but tired. Hurt.
She still stood.
His vision flashed to them younger. To Jade standing in front of Todd on the floor, fending off the bullies he'd attracted. Defending her brother from pain.
He was that pain.
He pulled on his left arm again, the chain clattering. He pulled again, using all the strength he could.
'For them,' he screamed into the nailed metal. 'I can't give up!'
He pulled, harder. He had to. He had to get out. He couldn't give up, not when they were in danger.
He had to save them.
It was the next time he pulled when he felt a burst of energy course through him. He pulled again, feeling the energy flooding through his body like a current of electricity.
"Alan Scott"
Alan's eyes shifted, widening at the sight in front of him. Floating idly in the void was a glowing green shark, it's eyes pure white.
"You have exhibited a willpower strong enough to be detected by Ion.
Alan watched as the shark floated towards him. As it made contact, he began to feel the energy, stronger than it was before. It was pure. His strength felt insurmountable, unstoppable.
As he flexed his arms, the chains changed, the black color fading into a bright, powerful green. He pulled again, snapping the chains like twigs. The locks over his ankles crumbled as he touched them, as did the collar around his neck and metal over his mouth.
As he stood, he raised his hand, his mouth moving on its own.
"In brightest day,"
-^-
Jade stood in front of Todd. His attack… it failed. Their dad burst through the shadow instantly with his attack. The blast knocked both John and Guy down, leaving her the last standing as they recovered.
She readied her arms to fight as her dad landed on the rooftop they were on. Her hands lit up bright, but the energy faded moments later. All of her energy was used up in the fight.
As Alan raised his arm, she closed her eyes.
"In brightest day,"
Jade raised her head, watching as Alan's body twitched, his left hand shaking.
"In blackest night, no evil shall escape my might," spoke Alan, the scratchy voice it had filtering out. His hand became steady, the black ring cracking to reveal green light.
"Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power…"
The explosion of green energy caused Jade to shield her eyes, the brightness unrivaled. As she moved her hand away from her eyes, her face was struck with awe.
"Dad?"
Stood on the rooftop, green energy swirling around him was Alan Scott, his hair and skin restored to their natural colors. He wore a red sweater and green pants, red boots running up her legs. Around his neck hung a purple cape with a collar to match.
His right hand wore the Renegade Gauntlet, it glowing more vibrant than before. On his left hand sat a green lantern ring made of pure energy, it's glow shining as bright as the central battery on Oa.
"Green Lantern's Light."
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
We visited some historical sites in the San Pedro River Riparian Conservation area.
This is Fairbank AZ. Once a thriving town, now a ghost town. This is the main building and Post Office.
southernarizonaguide.com/fairbank-az-ghost-town/
Fairbank is a Southern Arizona ghost town, and one of the best preserved, thanks to numerous conservation efforts. Itâs located in the San Pedro Riparian Conservation Area about 10 miles west of Tombstone. Here conservation efforts have saved the San Pedro River, a haven for dozens of species of critters and birds.
Fairbank was named for Chicago investor Nathaniel Fairbank. He was the founder of the Grand Central Mining Company, which had investments in several Tombstone silver mines. In the 1880âs Fairbank was the closest railhead to Tombstone, then one of the largest cities in the West (population about 14,000 in 1886).
From Fairbank, trains brought supplies to Tombstone and took silver and other valuable ore from the Tombstone mines and delivered it to the stamp mills at Contention City and Charleston.
Today, the schoolhouse has been restored. Inside during our January 2012 visit, we found a knowledgeable docent from the Friends of the San Pedro River, his dog, and many books and historical photos about this area along the San Pedro River. Outdoors, there are numerous interpretive plaques that help identify some of the old buildings and explain what life in Fairbank was like back then.
Kartchner 2025
Southern Arizona Adventure 2025
title.
In the glass. (Paris 2012 shot)
Several pieces from now.
I will return to Paris.
:)
It is unpublished.
:)
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.
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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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/2018/03/tokyo-big-s...
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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.)
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
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.
9
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.
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
892_7644
first roll with my birth year summicron
tri-x, emofin (explains the tone curve) wider zone of sharpness, and nice OOF areas.
Focus throw is long for a tiny lens, getting used to that! Yes.
f2, 70cm
Greendale: Day 11 of the Misfits' Undercover Operation
With the rest of the Misfits still enrolled in the college, Drury had left Rigger, Reardon and Gar to browse the nearby mall. With them distracted, and in good enough spirits, he was able to enter the Ballroom, a small bar in Greendale's town center without arousing their suspicions. As he opened the door, he was met with a large, suited guard, standing between him and his contact.
"You're late," the guard noted.
"Couldn't find a parking space I liked," Drury lied, placing his cocoon gun and the accompanying cartridge of white pellets onto the cork crate beside him: holding his arms out so that the guard could pat him down, pausing as their hands reached the large stuffed rabbit Drury had forced halfway down his back jacket pocket.
"It's for my son," Drury blushed. "He'll be 20 this month."
The guard raised a judgemental eyebrow, but gave way nonetheless, allowing Drury access into the private booth. The seated occupant rose to his feet and offered his hand out to greet him.
"Mr Walker. We haven't been formally introduced yet. My name is David Li, but you can call me-" he began, only for Drury to cut him off.
"-Bookworm, yeah, yeah, Roman's right hand, I know. Chuck's mentioned you. Said you were an honourable sort. Or at least as honourable as a mob accountant gets, I suppose... He's also said that he wished you'd find more... eh, 'ethically sound' employment."
"Oh, I'm quite satisfied in Mr Sionis' employ, thank you," Li smiled politely. "Although we have been... challenged, as of late. Perhaps it's better to show you: Here."
Li reached into his briefcase and handed Drury the first of many photos, as Walker tried his very best not to throw up.
"Lucio Moxxom. October 31st. Halloween. Head decapitated and mailed to the Sionis penthouse," Li explained, before moving onto the next victim:
"Marco Viti. November 5th. Bonfire Night. Thrown into a Steel Mill furnace. Headfirst."
And the next:
"Angelo Mirti. November 16th. Thanksgiving. Drugged and strung up outside the East End Warehouses. A pound of C4 placed... Well, in a place best left unsaid. And since then, there have been three other murders just like them. Remind you of someone?"
"Julian..." Drury realised, as his heart sank.
"Yes. There was a note attached to the first victim's... ah, head, which matches the handwriting we have on record... Here's the copy I made," Li handed Drury a small sheet of paper, and he read it aloud:
"'Roman Sionis... should've stayed in Italy... blah blah... day of reckoning...' bit pretentious... 'Before this year is through, we will see you burn.'" Drury read. "How come I didn't hear about this sooner? Why didn't you go to the cops?"
"Because the last thing Mr Sionis wants is the GCPD intruding on his businesses. He gets enough bother from the Bats: Something we have in common, I hear. We can help you with that," Li lowered his glasses. "Mr Sionis, believes there's a connection between Day, and this man: The White Mask. And, on Halloween, a recent blood test confirmed his suspicions that White Mask, real name: David Franco, is the son of Richard Sionis. His father. This revelation has Mr Sionis reeling, as he's now certain that Franco, has joined forces with Day to remove him from power."
Though he had only been half listening, Drury suddenly perked up. "Sorry, Dave Franco-?"
"Yes, believe me, we all know what it sounds like... Might we skip the jokes and focus, please?" Li sighed.
"Oh, no, we can not just gloss over that. I've got so much material to work with!" Drury joked.
"If you could concentrate please-" Li restated, as he motioned to his bodyguard, the burly man who had patted Drury down earlier with firm enthusiasm.
"Right, yes, sorry," Drury gulped. "Continue."
"In the weeks since he first received those blood tests, Mr Sionis has turned to Henry Ferris: Iron-Hat, a vile man really. Ferris, believes that to catch Day, we must first lure him out into the open. And what better way is there, than with a holiday party? I believe you're familiar with the annual Janus Cosmetics Christmas ball."
"I am, yeah," Drury reminisced. "But you could wrap Roman in tissue paper and a big red bow, and Jules would probably still show up. Doubt it matters to him, but it would limit casualties."
"You're being sarcastic, I take it," Li noticed. "Believe me, you have every reason to distrust my employer, hate him even, but if you do nothing, if The Calendar Man kills Roman Sionis... Well, you have no idea the kinds of monsters he's kept at bay. Or the evils that will rise up in his place..." Li stopped himself from elaborating further and instead, took a pen from his breast pocket, and scrawled a few digits onto the napkin beneath his soda. "The offer stands. We can grant you safe passage into Gotham, however many guns you require, and in exchange, we request your expertise in dealing with Calendar Man. I'll be staying in the hotel on Rhodes Street; visit me there when you have an answer."
==Greendale: Day 17==
"You didn't tell me you were working with Sionis," Kuttler frowned.
"No, I didn't..." Chuck murmured, just as confused as he was.
Drury approached the False Facers and shook hands with Li. "You remembered my terms, yeah?" he asked.
"Yes," Li spoke. "We already have people bringing Mr Sharpe to the rendezvous point," he confirmed. "We are, however, still struggling to locate Mr Fiasco. We've not heard from him since he was released from GCPD custody."
"Forget it, Len knows how to disappear: he'll be deep underground by now," Drury reasoned. "He's never really liked the spotlight."
"Quite," Li agreed. "We have a small smelting plant in one of the neighbouring towns. I've arranged to have your truck moved there, where it can be quietly decommissioned."
"But not before you 'quietly' scavenge whatever Bat-Tech you can get a hold of, right?" Drury questioned him, hesitantly reaching into his back pocket, and placing the keys into Li's expectant palm.
"Perhaps," Li said coolly.
"Oh, mind you, I quite like the hood ornament," White remarked, as he ran his fingers along the grill of the truck. "Might have to keep that for myself."
"Uh, Drury?" Chuck interrupted, speaking on the group's behalf. "Could we maybe talk about this for a minute?"
Drury, looked back over to Li. "Five minutes," the Bookworm relented. Walker nodded gratefully, and rejoined the rest of the Misfits.
"How exactly did you arrange an escort from the Great White Shark of all people? Did you subscribe to the Iceberg Lounge's loyalty scheme?" Kuttler inquired, a note of sarcasm in his voice.
"They do that?" an oblivious Mayo asked. "What a gip!"
"Dru?" Rigger asked expectantly, electing to ignore Mayo.
"Well, you remember those couple of days we spent in the city center? Blake had his teaching gig, you got your sword, Gar got that nifty new lighter and we all had a brief pint in that place on L-Street?"
"Sure, that was the happiest I've ever been," he replied.
'Really?' Gar thought.
"Well, while you were browsing through shops, I actually had a meeting with Li there: The guy with the hat. We'd been texting for a couple of days prior; think Sharpe maybe gave him my mobile... Doesn't matter. Well, matters a little... But, what's important is, Li told me that Sionis' people are being taken out one by one. On holidays," he stated, pausing for dramatic effect.
'Julian...' Chuck gasped.
"Jules?" Blake wondered. "But that'd mean..."
"Exactly. I think we've found our mastermind," Drury concluded.
Ten placed his head in his hands. "God, Drury, I thought we moved past this," he sighed wearily.
"We did, I know, I'm sorry, but look at the facts: We know Carson isn't smart enough to play the long game. Julian is. If he's part of- or the leader of the Outcasts, we have to take him down. We could end this all, right here."
"Just like in Nanda Parbat, right?" Reardon asked, standing his ground.
"That was different. Please," Drury pleaded.
"Ok, Drury, let's say that he is behind all this, that he paid Krill and promised Carson revenge: that still doesn't explain that Zolomon ghoul," Chuck addressed it. "What does he get out of this?"
"Guess we'll just have to ask him ourselves," Gar stated, as he stood by Drury's side.
The other Misfits, looked more hesitant to join him.
"There'll be a party," Drury tried to entice them. "Booze. Food. Women," directing each of these at Flannegan, Mayo and Blake in that order.
"I'm in," Blake replied confidently, as Rigger also cheered enthusiastically.
"You know me, boss, I'm just here for the paycheck," Otis agreed.
"And if there's a free buffet-" Mayo licked his lips. "Well, that'd just be swell."
'Swell...' Gar mouthed, looking at Drury and nodding affirmatively.
The next to speak, Chuck sighed. "God, peer pressure is a bitch... Hell yeah, let's do it," he smiled. That just left Ten.
"Hey. You said you trusted me," Drury smirked.
"Eh-" Reardon protested.
"You said, 'Drury, I trust you,' you did," he teased.
"Hey, if you said that, it's on you," Blake shrugged.
"Well, that's- That's not a direct quotation," Reardon responded. "It's not!" he repeated to the skeptical ensemble. "Fine," he said reluctantly. "Fine."
"Does it even matter what I think?" Kuttler asked bitterly.
"I mean, I thought I'd at least give you the illusion of choice," Drury smiled boyishly.
"Good job," he scoffed.
==Gotham City==
The Apartment of the Deceased Jumbo Carson. Now home to his brother Ted, his daughter Bridget and their lackey Roger Hayden
The door creaked open, as Julian Day entered the room, his hands smelling strongly of hand sanitizer: A habit he had taken up since his meeting with The King of Cats. Hayden, was currently sat atop the kitchen stool, watching cartoons with intense delight, while his hands caressed his beloved Medusa mask.
At the side of the room, Bridget was putting up a Christmas tree; with many of the decorations recovered from her childhood home to celebrate the first Christmas she was spending with her father since his return- a gesture gone unnoticed by Carson himself.
"Allow me," Day said softly, as he reached into the cardboard box of mementos and placed the star at the top of the tree. 'No tinsel?' he noted. 'Pity.'
Leaning against the kitchen counter, Carson perked up. "Who'd you kill this time, huh?" he demanded, as he poured himself a cup of black coffee.
Day didn't reply.
"And where the hell's Krill anyway?" Carson continued to press. "Would never have agreed to this arrangement if I'd known you'd be poaching my people for god knows what."
Bridget, was actually quite grateful for Krill's absence. Though responsible for bringing her father home, Krill himself had been both crass and disrespectful to her family, with his constant jokes aggravating Carson's already foul temper. Day, at least, buried his insults in flowery language that often went over her father's head.
"My partners have Krill working on a separate assignment right now," Day spoke. "You, should stay focused on yours."
"Separate assignment- Stay focused? But I'm not doing anything!" Carson disagreed.
"Precisely," Day said coldly. "I can't have you bumbling around Gotham like a drunk Darth Vader."
"I-," Carson stammered. "We should be out there, searching for the putz who killed Jacob!"
Day took the coffee pot out of Carson's hands, and poured the steaming liquid into his festive mug. "No. You really shouldn't," he disagreed. "The matter has already been dealt with. Pass the milk, please, Roger."
Carson intercepted Hayden's hand. "No, 'Roger,' don't pass him the goddamn milk! Dealt with? Dealt with?! You have no right to-"
"Oh, and you do?" Day scoffed. "It was your failure at the hospital that got Ant-Man captured. And your inaction that got him killed."
Bridget arrived at her dad's side and placed her hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to calm him down. "It's not worth it," she urged.
Carson took a deep breath. "That's my point," he told Day. "Listen, if you'd just let me talk to your partners, we could coordinate on this. Let me set the gas mains alight, hit the power station. Something big to draw Walker out of hiding!"
Day paused to process the magnitude of Carson's suggestion, and brow furrowed, turned to Bridget sympathetically.
Dejected, Carson changed direction. "At least I'm trying! While you were out... washing your hands? I, had a talk with the White Mask. Turns out, he's seeing somebody,"
Day rolled his eyes. "Barson, I'm really not interested in tabloid news and idle gossip," he said disinterestedly.
"But you'll like this: His new girlfriend, is none other than Jenna Duffy. Lynns' girl. You know what that means, don't you? They broke up," Carson said gleefully.
Day raised an eyebrow, suddenly invested. "Really?" he wondered.
"Really?" Carson quoted. "Yes, really, why would I lie? It was a big teary eyed thing, Franco said. Apparently, Lynns had to choose between her and his best friend, and he chose Walker. Crazy, right?"
"Crazy," Day repeated. "Hn. Congratulations, Barson, perhaps you're not all that useless after all," he concluded.
=The Iceberg Lounge's Private Bar=
Sionis was sat in the backroom, in a makeshift surgery room. Doting over him, was Lazlo Valentin: Professor Pyg. Sionis, had refused anaesthetic, of course: He'd heard all kinds of horror stories about Valentin transforming simple surgical procedures into nightmarish experiments. Presently, Valentin had been put to work adjusting Sionis' face in anticipation of the holiday party: Sandpapering his scalp, varnishing the surface and tracing over his skull-like features with a small scalpel, all to accentuate Sionis' fearsome visage
"Pretty as a picture," he snorted, as he kissed Sionis' bald scalp tenderly.
"Thanks, Porky. Feel better already," Sionis remarked disingenuously, as he unhooked the white bib from his person, and admired himself in the overhead mirror.
"Sir, the Misfits are outside," Li's voice announced through the door.
"Alright, give me a minute," Sionis replied as he swatted Valentin away.
"Look lively, the strippers are here!" White yelled crassly, as he and Li led the Misfits into the parlour. The convoy, had arrived later than scheduled, having first stopped off at Kuttler's home, to allow him to recover various devices and gadgets he believed would be useful against Day and his apparent henchmen.
"Just remember," Drury was warning them, "Roman's not exactly our biggest fan. Because we keep trying to kill each other. So tread carefully." He paused, as he sniffed the air. "Did you just varnish this floor?" he addressed Sionis' bodyguards. "Smells great."
"Lynns!" Sionis greeted them, as he entered through the backdoor, adjusting his red tie as he made his way towards them.
"Mr Sionis, sir," Gar replied a little awkwardly, as the two shook hands firmly.
"Roman, son. Call me Roman. Here, sit down," he offered, pulling a chair out for his former employee, and handing him a crystal glass of whiskey. "You too, Flannegan."
Chuck looked like he was going to throw up. "Otis, he threw me off a building," he muttered in his ear.
"That's business, Brown, you gotta look past things like that," Flannegan responded, as he too accepted a glass from Sionis.
"Aha, Kite-Man," Sionis sneered, finally addressing the rest of the group. "How was your trip?"
"Eventful," Chuck responded.
"Oho, I'll bet," Sionis replied, recalling their last encounter with sadistic pleasure. "Please, as a sign of good faith; your comrade in arms." With the snap of his fingers, the door opened behind them, as Montgomery Sharpe was escorted in by Iron-Hat Ferris, and a rather familiar hooded figure. As Ferris made his way to Sionis' side, his attention was drawn to Gar and Rigger. "Aw, look, they come in different colours now, that's neat," he said mockingly.
As Gar's fist clenched, Joey instead pulled his arm back as if to say 'It's not worth it.'
"Hello everyone, happy holidays to you all," The Dragon King cheered. "Montgomery has told me all about you, of course," he elaborated, placing a hand atop Sharpe's shoulder.
"Love that guy," Sionis said. "Caught him raking through my dumpster for body parts a while back."
"Quite so," Ito said nostalgically. "When Mr Sionis first asked me to tend over Montgomery, I was hesitant, but during our weeks together, I have been most impressed by his growth and maturity."
"That Montgomery?" Reardon asked, noting Sharpe's uncharacteristically quiet composition.
Ito paused, as his reptilian eyes locked onto Drury, and his gaze softened. "Ah, of course, you must be Cliff Walker's boy. You look so very much like your father."
Ito's remark, was intended as a compliment, sure, but Drury had never felt sicker. He put on a fake smile, and thanked him.
"Alas, I'm afraid I cannot stay for the festivities," Ito admitted. "My daughter, Cynthia, is having a sleepover this weekend with her fellow classmates, and it is paramount I remain there to supervise her, to limit any potential ruckus. She gets awfully rebellious when she has too much sugar. But, you should know that I have cookie dough proofing in your fridge downstairs. Once it has been baked, it shall be splendid."
"Thank god," Sharpe whispered under his breath, as he finally exhaled. "He's a nice guy and all, but he eats pizza with a fork and he hides all the alcohol," he confessed to an appalled Blake. "Lost $200 to his fucking swear jar already."
"Montgomery?" Ito inquired in a paternalistic tone.
"I said ducking."
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