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It is hard to a fathom that it is now 14 years since the tragic and terrible events of September 11, 2001 because it really doesn’t feel like it was that long ago, a least for me. It has been designated in the USA as Patriot Day, a day to observe and remember the many that were injured or killed by the terrorist attacks on the United States.
One of my oldest daughter’s dearest friends, now a school teacher recently posted her experience on that day, a true tale I’ve heard many times before but reverberates how tenuous and fragile life and our relationships are and how fortunate we all are here in this country where for the most part we’re all blessed with a lot of safety and security. Her husband worked on the 78th floor of Two World Trade Center, it was a beautiful day, end of the summer and she and her hubby had argued about his new car, she hadn’t spoken to him all weekend; so off he went early in the morning to lower Manhattan to his office in the monolithic WTC. He had been there in 1993 when an earlier terrorist attack blew a bomb in the lower level parking garage underneath the mammoth towers. He called at 8:47 that morning to tell her that a plane had hit the other tower, as she was still upset with him thinking it was some small plane, not a big deal and actually hung up on him. Then she received a call from a friend, her husband’s building had been hit by a plane as well and this was bad. She tried in vain to call his office, his mobile, nothing and she had no access to internet or television where she was. She decided she was going to Manhattan to find her husband, as she left work, he called, said he had left between hits and he was on his way home. As she rushed home she was overwhelmed as she could see the smoke billowing from the two buildings. She eventually got to her husband who had managed to get over to New Jersey. He was physically OK, but the events of the day had a profound effect on his state of mind. They couldn’t watch television, he couldn’t watch his friends and coworkers die over and over. Three close friends whose remains have never been identified perished that day. He made his way out with one of those friends going down because they had both been there in 1993, so they didn’t want to wait around. But his friend turned around, said he forgot his cell phone, he was going to rush back up and get and would meet him. The second plane hit, and he didn’t get out. Both of these dear people volunteer at the 9/11 Memorial, leading tours sharing their painful experience, just showing us that many times we argue for such insignificant things with those we love, never really knowing if that could be the last time we see them. Life is precious, live and love and let’s not get lost in the minutia, take time to be with our loved ones, let them know you love them.
I am posting this image I found of the World Trade Center that was taken back in 1987, a little more than a month before my wedding from Weehawken New Jersey. That day was very overcast, I didn’t use a warm filter and image rendered on Kodachrome 64 has the tell tale bluish cold cast (yes life before white balance, we had to pay so much attention to color temperature). I never imagined almost 28 years back as I captured this image how different the world would be for my children. One World Trade Center with its massive antenna the northern tower is clearly visible and was the first hit on that day. Two World Trade Center because of the haze and harsh light seems to meld into it behind it. It was hit afterwards, but was the first to collapse. Taken with Minolta X-700 SLR with Minolta MD 70-210MM F5.6 zoom lens on Kodachrome 64, scanned with a Plustek 7500i using Silverfast software, processed in Photomatix and cleaned up in Adobe Lightroom.
"Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them — Ding-dong, bell."
Europe, Belgium, Vlaanderen, Antwerpen Zuid, Provinciaal Fotomuseum, Stephan Vanfleteren expo, Visitors (slightly cut)
Shot at the Stefean Vanfleteren' Present show at FoMu (the Antwerp provincial photography museum). The pictures are presented in the sequential order of the type of camera's / films Vanfleteren used.
This is number 5 of the Stefan Vanfleteren at FoMu album. Numbers 1 -3 were taken during his first (2007) expo - the one that, together with the "Belgicum' book, started his career.
"There's treasure to be found in the strangest places."
- Autobot salvage operative
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This was mostly just an experiment in seeing if I could make a boat transformer. Not especially refined, but I may revisit the idea one day.
Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep? ~Fanny Crosby
A low, thick fog obscures the deck of the Golden Gate Bridge, half an hour before sunrise. San Francisco, California.
the surrounding field here was originally painted for my Grandson Jay & titled Toy Story 2012 (revisited March/April 2022)
The Full Fathom Five installation on the very edge of Portishead Marina, overlooking the sea, taken about 1hr after sunrise. Love those long shadows.
Europe, Belgium, Vlaanderen, Antwerpen Zuid, Provinciaal Fotomuseum, Stephan Vanfleteren expo, Visitors (slightly cut from T)
Like every engaging photography exposition, the Stefean Vanfleteren' Present show at FoMu (the Antwerp provincial photography museum) besides photographs, offers a lot of contextual information and materials, like in the room shown here. Amongst other things, displayed are artefacts of the 'Elvis & Presley' project and the meticulous compilation of the shots that were taken by a young Vanfleteren at a shooting gallery (schiettent) at a Flanders fun fair.
This is number 4 of the new Stefan Vanfleteren at FoMu album. Numbers 1 -3 were taken during his first, 2007 expo - the one that, together with the "Belgicum' book, started his career.
My young female (almost 1,20m) Morelia spilota cheynei.She's not friendly as my big male,but more yellow and with a fantastic pattern!
Best seen large!!
self-portrait
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.
William Shakespeare
water texture by tigerstock
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This sculpture is by Michael Dan Archer and is located at the sea's edge at Port Marine, in Portishead.
It's one of the largest outdoor sculpture installations within the the UK. Many of the stone columns have inscriptions on them realating to the sea.
I was lucky enough to see them on a beautiful sunny day, in all their glory
"There's treasure to be found in the strangest places."
- Autobot salvage operative
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This was mostly just an experiment in seeing if I could make a boat transformer. Not especially refined, but I may revisit the idea one day.
The last Sea Hag fell with a terrible cry. The battle to save the entirety of Caribdus was finally over. Her corpse hitted the turbulent ocean and bursted into a sickening blob of waterlogged meat and steaming sea spray. The last remaining wretched octopons still surviving also collapsed. Their octopus-skin melted away, revealing shriveled masaquani who screamed and died in a most disturbing manner. Moments after this horrible display, the storm broke and began to fade. As the heroes pick up their wounded, a pretty young girl appears from the mists on their ship. Anyone who has seen the Maiden recognizes Mara Mallus immediately, the Fourth Witch. She appears as she did at the end of her life, a nine year old girl dressed in a simple prisoner's gown. The bright smile on her young face overshadows the dreary garment. The ocean calms and a single ray of sun shines down upon the Devil's Cross. A light drizzle continues. Mara looks up into the shower and lets it wash over her face, feeling the warm rain.
"Your quest is almost complete. My sisters were vile creatures. I knew it even in life, but I was young and afraid. I am sorry I drew so many away from their homes and families in that other world-I was not myself in that shadowy form. I have the ability to return you to your own world if you would like to go. For an hour after I am gone, sail north from this place and dream of home and you will soon find yourself there. You are brave heroes. Your deeds will be told in the taverns of Caribdus for all time. They will curse my sisters and I. Pray say something kind for me if you've a notion. Now I must go and end this. I am not afraid. I have paid the price for my sins already and know that a better fate awaits me now. I wish you calm seas, friends."
Mara looked up at the rain one last time, smiling, then stepping into the sea, sinking like a stone, disappearing into the depths. As her small form vanishes into the darkness, the rain above stopped. The clouds parted, and the sun beats down upon the Flotsam sea for the first time in 13 years.
A rainbow rose in the north as Mara instructed. Hoshi and Kaede nodded at each other, knowing it was finally their time to say goodbye to the many friends they met here in Caribdus during this long adventure, while also honoring and remembering the fallen ones. Cerberuskos, Beatriz, Pete... With a hug, wiping up a tear after saying her farewells to Captain Recaredo, Mongrel, and Ramms. Both sisters set up a small boat, on the way to the portal that would send them both back to their world. As both sailed into the sun setting horizon, Hoshi set up some fireworks with her pyrotechnic abilities for a last goodbye.
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Made with "Piratas Salvajes" Backdrop from The Bearded Guy
Chucho's and Cerberusko's head from BeSpoke
Susanô the Phoenix from Rezz Room
Hoshi's clothes Nami Dress from *SK*
Coalition Sloop from Black Hole Systems Incorporated AKA BHSI