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Últimamente todo me sabe a lo mismo, ni mucho menos a rutina. Cada día es distinto, pero es como si lo hubiese vivido ya. Contradictorio a la vez que realista.
Suerte de las pequeñas cosas que aún me quedan, pero es como si notara que el tiempo va pasando y que yo sigo aquí, sentado esperando, esperando algo que ni yo se.
No se, sabes que es lo que siento ahora mismo?
Siento esa sensación de tener ilusión por algo, pero por miedo, respeto, llámalo como quieras, no soy capaz de afrontar la situación i la dejo marchar..
Aun no se lo que es tener confianza en uno mismo, lo siento..
Another in my series of 'Failed Fotos'
2001 Shoreham RAFA Airshow and the star item (for me) was this Royal Danish Air Force General Dynamics F-16, E-604
Flying in from elsewhere and with limited Airspace above Shoreham (the Airway starts around 5,000 feet) she'd filed with London ATC for a vertical zoom climb to FL250
With much anticipation she arrived and blistered the skies above the field before the pilot reefed her around behind Lancing College Chapel - pulling hard as can be seen by the condensation - only giving me time for one shot as she streaked past across the stubble field behind the old Sussex Pad Hotel
I thought I'd got THE shot, so imagine my disappointment when my slides eventually came back from being processed
OK, it's not the sharpest of frames but being analogue and taken with a basic Yashica SLR, many factors were against me......not least the fact that it appeared from behind the trees much lower and faster than I'd ever expected
That field was eventually made off-limits long before the tragic Hunter crash
Either way, to watch an F-16 perform at Shoreham was something to behold but will never now be repeated
Scanned Kodak 35mm Transparency
Week 5; 52 weeks of 2017
Falling hopelessly behind in challenges, due to having been away on holiday, but will get there.
Have been wanting to get the shadow as sharp as possible, and the colour of the liquid coming through.With the equipment at hand, knowledge and time available, I'd say it's a good first effort. Really enjoyed the challenge of getting the image exactly the way I wanted it to be.
Hard Times by Dickens is a favorite novel of mine. It had a huge impact on me in high school. Back then I also followed the made for television version of Nicholas Nickelby. Incidentally, this edition has the very same version we used back in school.
A piece of creative art work set in a drystane dyke at Robert Burns cottage.
Another shot from the archives as constant rain and poor light makes photography here very difficult at present!
"My name's Jack, I'm what you might call a specialist" I walked into the large warehouse and put my duffle bag down, right next to a small folding table. My associate we'll call "Cuddles" already ushered my financial backers to their seats at the table. "I really appreciate your dedication to our cause. As I said in the message, this evening, in our great city, we have the opportunity to eliminate one of the largest drug cartel leaders this decade has ever known" Applause filled the room with a cold echo. I paced across the freezing, hard, concrete floor. "The donations you've provided us with have proved effective in tracing none other than Jorge Castas, El Salvador's most disgusting criminal. He's known by his stoic face in all times. He's staying in a penthouse at "Shooting Star Enterprises" The tallest building in the city." At this point the backers were enormously interested, but I could tell they were becoming impatient. "Now gentlemen, I'm sure you're all asking the same question; How am I going to accomplish such a feat? I'm pleased to tell you a dear friend from my college days is holding one of her famed party's. Her penthouse is two floors lower than Jorge's, and best of all she discreetly invited me, so there will be no way of knowing where I came from. From there I will simply climb the elevator shaft, neutralize his body guards one-by-one, send a mixture of Halothane and Methoxyfluranegas thru the A/C to incapacitate the victim, walk into his office, disable the lights, let 'Cuddles' in thru the window, and simply wait for Jorge Castas to awaken. We will disable all his assets and punish him for his crimes." With that, I smiled, picked up my bag, and walked hurriedly to my vehicle outside. "Cuddles" would join me later.
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*DING*
"56th floor at last"
The elevator doors slid open, revealing an elegantly designed hall. I walked out into the hall, the beautiful pattern on the floor dazzled and entranced me. Down the hall I continued, the pattern still holding my attention. I turned down a long hallway, loud dance music interrupted my thoughts. It came from room "2918". Of course, it's been 2 years, 9 months and 18 days since I had last seen her. "Here we go". I knocked and waited. The door opened.
I tried not to let my emotions get a hold of me. I tried to push the dreams we had out of my mind. There she was, she had hardly changed since the last time I saw her. She grinned and motioned for me to come inside. I nodded. There were more people than I could count. Frenetic energy filled the room. I could tell why these parties where famous. I walked to the bar and poured my self a hard drink I can't remember. She walked up behind me and took my hand. With no words she led me upstairs to a balcony overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking. The sun, just setting, cast a golden light that rested on her smiling cheek. I couldn't control my emotions any longer. "I'm sorry I never came back, I wish I could tell you, but-" she put a finger to my lips. "Shh, you're here now, that's all that matters" She wrapped her arms around my waist. We stayed embraced for the most beautiful minute of my life. "Listen, you know why I'm here. I only wish I could stay this time" The moment I let the words out, I wished I had never said them. She pulled away from our embrace, a tear rolled down her face. A pain, deep down, cut my soul like razor blades. "I need to go, I'm so sorry, I have a job to do" She said nothing, she just stared blankly into the sunset.
I made my way to the ventilation duct, unscrewed the grate and hopped inside. I dropped my duffle bag to the ground, inside I had my gear, my custom .45 pistol with suppressor, a karambit knife, some rope, my IFAK, and miscellaneous tools I've found that come in handy. I started climbing, inch-by-inch. At last I reached Jorge's penthouse. I looked thru the grate, 4 guards sat on a couch, playing Call of Duty: Ghosts. "Wow, these guys have bad taste" I thought as I stealthily opened the grate from the inside. I pulled out my .45 and fired 8 rounds, double-tapping each guard with a headshot. Quickly, I walked into the room and immediately located the A/C vent. I hooked the tubes from the gas containers directly into the vent. I put on my mask and waited for the gas to take effect. 30 seconds passed. I walked to the front door and let "Cuddles" in. Together we walked into the office. At his desk, Jorge Castas sat slumped over. His accountant sat asleep nearby. We waited. And waited. "Cuddles" made a corny joke about putting too many chemicals in the gas mixture. Finally they started to come to. The lights glowed red just like I wanted them to, the skull mask with long dred-locks built in, fit perfectly to my head, my gun, I held at an angle as if I was some hispanic gangster. All of these things where thought out carefully to inflict as much terror as I could. "GET UP, GET UP!" I yelled in an effected voice. "I NEED YOU TO GIVE ME THE LOCATIONS OF ALL YOUR DRUG OPERATIONS IN NORTH AMERICA!" Jorge laughed in a way so strangely, it could give you nightmares. "Why would I do that?" he said in thick accent. "BECAUSE WE MEAN BUSINESS, GIVE US THOSE LOCATIONS, NOW!" Jorge said nothing. "ALRIGHT 'CUDDLES', SHOW HIM HOW WE DO BUSINESS!" With that "Cuddles" removed a large blade from a sheath on his belt, and dispatched the accountant with a single sweep of his arm. "SEE!" I actually forced a chuckle, even though deep down that type of violence disgusted me. But even our worst was nothing compared to what he had done to us, and we vowed to repay him for what he did. He said nothing, instead he opened his laptop, and printed out the locations of his entire North American drug operation. I smiled under my mask. I reached out my gloved hand, and snatched the map from his pudgy hand. *BANG* The door burst open. A muscular man ran in carrying an RPD. Without even so much as a word he sent a burst of fire that cut down "Cuddles". I pulled the trigger on my .45, but it jammed! He fired a burst in my direction, hitting my body armor and sending me out the window. All I remember was seeing her face in my mind, then it all went black.
That took a while:D I built this scene and took the pictures a couple of weeks ago, but the story took quite a while to develop.
I hope you all enjoyed the build and story!
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Madonna did it this time with Hard
Candy.. She blow me off “in a good way” looool . I was rally laughing
when I heard “Candy Shop”
song for the first time coz it’s really like a “Mo3alyah” …
hehehehe.. Leave you guys with Madonna song, Justin Timberlake and Timbaland “4
Minutes” … so enjoy
This is one of the hand cranks that open and close the gates of the Rideau Canal locks. It's a lot of work, done over and over in a typical workday on the Canal. These cranks are turned by student lock operators, lock operators, and a lockmaster.
Hard Rock Café Londres (junio de 1971
Situado en el Old Park Lane de Londres desde 1971, Hard Rock Cafe London es el café original que inició la leyenda que aún hoy continua. Contemple las paredes adornadas con recuerdos auténticos y únicos en su tipo de décadas de historia del rock, incluida la primera pieza de recuerdos de Hard Rock, el icónico givit rojo dado a Hard Rock London de Eric Clapton.
Hard but safe landing of a pelican...
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"Everything on the table" by Charles Bukowski
adapted and directed by Ana Bateva
Theatre Laboratory SFUMATO, Sofia, Bulgaria
Hard to believe but up until 1980 Milwaukee Road trains used this track to go from the Chicago area to Terre Haute and Bedford, IN, then onto Louisville via L&N trackage rights from Bedford. It was given up by the MILW during its final bankruptcy and Core Lines cutbacks.
The Kankakee Beaverville & Southern bought much of the line on the Illinois side to restore rail service to grain shippers. By this date the line was abandoned north of the road and KB&S used this section for car storage.
The Joshua Tree (U2 !) N.P.
The Joshua tree, the largest of the yuccas, grows only in the Mojave Desert. Its height varies from 15-40 feet with a diameter of 1-3 feet. They grow 2 to 3 inches a year, takes 50 to 60 years to mature and they can live 150 years.
The rock formations of Joshua Tree National Park were formed more than 100 million years ago from the cooling of magma beneath the surface into monzogranite, with roughly rectangular joints. Groundwater then filtered through the joints to erode away the corners and edges to create rounded stones, and flash floods washed away covering ground to create piles of boulders.
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I'm working so hard, and I know I have to play very hard too.. it has been passing 3 month since I start this job, everything was going up and down, I meet everything that I never experience before, doing project that I never done before. I'm starving for mother nature... I need vacation so bad.. hahaha
Honestly, the new Flickr layout got me some frustrated ><
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Hi guys,
I hope you`ll like this set of pics.
During my vacation in Las Vegas a very nice and generous guy at the casino asked me if I would visit him at his hotel suite for a private photo shoot.
As a professional hostess I`m used to accompany men to their hotel room.
That`s nothing unusual.
With over six years of experience in this job I´m able to realize the most exclusive desires of the customers to their fullest satisfaction.
To avoid any missunderstanding: As a hostess I do not fulfill any sexual desires ! For this, other ladies are responsible !
So I naturally agreed , but under the condition first to change my clothes according to this occasion.
He liked this idea and agreed to it.
I left the casino and went to my hotel room.
I chose my latest "Agent Provocateur" outfit and a perfume with a beguilingly sensuous fragrance-from head to toe.
I decided to put on only a short jacket, took my handbag and made my way through the lobby of his hotel to the elevators.
I could feel the guys staring at me.
He opened his door on the first knock.
"You really chose a perfect outfit, Jenna."
"Come in...."
We had a fantastic afternoon.
It was very exciting for me to present my charms in front of this special stranger although I did it several times before...
Before I left I had to use his bathroom cause I was completely disheveled. He watched me all the time while I got my make-up and hair done. Finally, I allowed him to compose my lingerie. He did so very gently.
He behaved all the time like a true gentleman, even in this situation.
Thanks for these nice pics, Mr. "No" !!
This image is protected by copyright. Don`t use it without my permission.
Jenna Rogers
XOXO Jenna
Super soft powdery snow in the foreground contrasting with the hard stone of the Matterhorn in the back. One more example of what happens when you (under-) expose for the snow.
See more from the Alps here.
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