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The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
I watched this film again recently and the experience just put fight club in my head. Then there was a fight club basement scene in a Saturday sale. The stars were lining up! Only by taking a picture could I get the idea out.
Thanks so much to Alicia West for agreeing to take a break from taking pictures to model in this picture. If you have not looked at her stream...she will meet you in fight club any time! Oh wait. I cannot talk about that!
I made both poses with AnyPose.
I used a skin from Session to give a gritty look. The bruising is thanks to Izzie's. Shot in Black Dragon on the Bueno "Fight Club Basement" scene.
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Another in a series of images of the fight between the juvenile Golden Eagle and the White Tailed Eagle.
I wouldn't like to be on the end of those talons!
A large old world vulture - probably one of the largest vultures we get in Asia weighing around 8 - 12 Kg and with a wingspan of around 8.5 ft to 10.2 ft. These are pretty large unmissable vultures whose status is unfortunately near threatened. They are found in the Himalayas and much of China / Central Asia.
We visited a cattle dumpyard where dead cows (usually old ones) are laid to rest to be eaten by the vultures by the locals. There were more than 100 Vultures of around 4-5 species. And the Himalayan Griffons fought with the similar sized Eurasian Griffon several times over rights to the carcass. The fight was quite interesting that they spread their wings wide in an aggressive fashion and then use their legs to kick the head of the other vulture. The Himalayan Griffon's won much of the time due to their sheer size. After the win, the other vultures briefly give way for a couple of minutes and again they are group up.
The birds that finished their lunch - I observed - would move away from the caracass and stand aside taking rest. There were maybe around 20-25 vultures standing like this.
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I will NEVER bend, NEVER break, you chose the wrong target.
f... you!
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Update: June 28 2018
A year has passed. I am in such a better place now. I have carved out a new life for myself. One without abuse, hatred, fear. Breaking free from your abuser is no easy feat. I am so incredibly proud of how far I have come in the past year. Soon, very soon, it will be over. I will never forget what he did to me, however, I forgive him. If I did not, he would continue to hold power over me, control. I wish him well moving forward, I fear for his next victim.
If I can do this, anyone can. I was so incredibly low, broken, devastated, isolated, alone.
Reach our to your local women's shelter. My life began again when I did.
If you can, support your local shelters. You will be saving lives.
Love and Peace to All
Two Black-tailed Godwits (Limosa limosa) were fighting for the territory during a foraging break with their long beaks. They were biting each other with long tough beaks and engaged in locked beak state for sometime before the ending. Most classic is the posture of the left one with open wings to adjust the balance in this tussle. Pics was taken from Mangalajodi wetland, Odisha, India.
Maasai Mara, Kenya
A week ago I posted a picture of two Giraffes squaring up to each other. This is how it developed. I've heard of these fights resulting in the death of one of the participants from a broken neck. Thankfully not this time.
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This is a fight between two Tom Turks during mating season at Cade's Cove, Great Smoky Mountains National Park
Spent an hour today with the members of a great band of horses from the Spring creek Range and these two were fighting off and on all the time
A fight performed by two men armed with rattan sticks and shields made of cow-hide to protect their body from the strikes. This traditional style of fighting is performed on special events. The Pekembar or the judge determines whether the fight should carry on, or it has become too rough, one fighter is too injured, etc. Traditional music instruments accompany the fighting.
There are actually three Coots in this tangle - The middle one is submerged I think ! They fought for quite some time so I just kept snapping in the hope of capturing both the birds and the spray.
Goodness knows what the fight was about , or who the winner was!!
Caught an oblique glimpse of blue and white while walking through the local cemetery late one afternoon. My eyes tend to scan whatever environment I find myself in. Like most photographers, it's really second nature. Curiosity drew me closer. I found this figurine of the Virgin Mary, toppled by wind, and face down in the mud. The visual impact was startling and served as a perfect metaphor: blemished but unbowed. Somehow the mud enhanced rather than degraded the spiritual effect. I hadn't planned on any of this, and photography was the last thing on my mind at the time. Yet here I was, grasping this muddy figurine in hand, standing beneath a magnificent backdrop of clouds and gloom. Without even a moment's hesitation the image was captured. This is truly a case where the resulting image is even more dramatic than in real life.
My general rule of cemetery visits is to leave things as I find them. But in this instance, there was absolutely no way I was going to plant Mary face down in mud. I carefully stood her back up on the grave from which she fell. She was still upright last time I checked. Subsequent rain has cleansed her of the caked mud.
Things which are worthy are usually not easy. You need to fight, you need to die, you need to rebuild yourself, and then you need to fight again.
Cocky Robin full of confidence and strutting its stuff........
Robin
Scientific name
Erithacus rubecula
The robin is one of the most familiar birds of the UK, regularly visiting gardens. Robins are also common in parks, scrub and woodland, making their presence known with a loud, territorial song. They sing from prominent perches right through the winter, when both males and females hold territories; indeed, they are fiercely territorial, driving off intruders and even fighting. During the breeding season, the female is allowed into the male's territory where she sets up a nest of dead leaves, moss and hair. Nests often crop up in the oddest of places, such as plant pots, old wellies and shelves, but Ivy and other shrubs are their natural choice.