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One of the hardest things to photograph, as I discovered, is negative 3D space.
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Even the hardest steel cannot harm intruders that partly exist in higher – or in most cases: lower – plains of reality. For this reason, the Sisters of Ex Orcis have specialized in making arrows from the famous Dragon Glass. Piercing through every thinkable and unthinkable form of ethereal or demonic protection, these elite archers banish supernatural creatures when conventional measures fail.
I never liked the official TLG hoods, so I combined a Cape Madness cape with a hairpiece.
the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
press L!
it's been one of the longest months of my life. i just turned seventeen, and as soon as i found my place, i lost it again. sometimes all you can do is take photos, but sometimes they never satisfy you either. i'm lost in a pool of school work, fighting, absence, and a whole bunch of people who never understand. i hope that maybe i find myself again in this mad, mad world.
The hardest thing to explain about Second Life is the serendipity. You never know who or what you'll run into. After I finished my post for yesterday, a German friend of mine teleported me into a sandbox where this guy was playing the guitar and singing. He goes by "Pink Pixel Prince" and he'll sing anything you send him. And I DO mean anything. My friend sent him lyrics in Swedish, Spanish, Japanese, and Klingon. Yes, Klingon. Just don't expect the tune to be . . . accurate.
Cost: Pay what you want/ tips
Time: Early SL time. When I went there it was about 7am SLT For specific times, you'll have to join his group.
Location: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Milkyway%20Island/81/123/55
I was once a girl with no curves.
I was already taller than my mom by the time I was 10.
I was a stick.
Then, as a tween and teen, I was put on steroid medication for my asthma.
I gained more than 50 pounds in less than a year.
I was 200 pounds by the time I was 13 years old.
Eventually I was taken off the medication.
By the time I was 16, I had lost a good deal of the weight I had gained, but was still heavier than most 16 year olds.
I hated the way I looked.
I became self conscious in many ways.
By the time I went off to college, I had gotten back down to a healthy weight.
And I've maintained a mostly healthy weight throughout much of my adult life so far.
But I will admit, I have body image issues.
I didn't wear a two piece bathing suit until I was 22 years old because I still saw myself as that bigger person.
I saw every imperfection.
I saw all the stretch marks.
And the birth mark on my stomach.
And all the chicken pox scars.
It's a battle I still fight every single day.
Am I perfect enough?
Do people notice my imperfections?
I wish I knew how to get over that...
The hardest thing is to choose the right one
Thanks Hammer again for the show
you can see other pictures of the concert here :
This is probably the hardest photo stunt I've ever had to pull off and in a bathroom stall on a Friday while classes were going on in the next room no less! I'm surprised no one came in there to find out while all the ruckus was about. And what's worse is we half killed Callie trying this stunt out. We had to take breaks in between shots and in the end, her eyes were so bloodshot - more realistic for the picture, but not a lovely thing for her right before dinner with her boyfriend's parents. Anyway, I'm fairly happy with the results. I just can't stand that white pillar that got in the way of the picture. I couldn't quite figure out how to even take it out so I suppose it stays. :/
Horse is one of the hardest build I ever done. Beside getting the pattern realistic, I wanna show more postures about the horse.
This year I want to revisit this project and make the horse pose-able. I rebuild the whole body so that the 4 legs are able to rotate to the angle that the horse should be. Besides, I wanna present the equestrienne “half lifting” riding the horse. The challenges are the whole build of the horse plus equestrienne are too heavy to present multiple postures that I have in my mind. Clear bars for supporting the horse are inevitable. I tried to use less but minimum have to be 6 in parallel. I tried to hide it in multiple places but put in the Centre is most steady for all the postures.
It’s fun for the whole experience.
(Easily the hardest part of doing this in 0.7 is the lack of pistol parts. Yeah, it gives difficulty for blaster "pistols" but also in general - pistols form the base of many a blaster, and the absence is felt)
In the wake of the Empire's fall, Naboo was quick to celebrate its freedom. One of the first things it did, after celebrating in the streets, was to reform its previously disbanded security forces. However operation "Cinder," enacted by imperial remnant forces, quickly made the Naboo guard realize that their old weaponry, locked in storage since the Empire disbanded their forces, were lacking against modern technology. To make matters worse, there were not enough arms to equip a large enough force to be effective at defense in the post-imperial galaxy.
However, the people of Naboo were determined to show their grit and resolve to compensate for the shame they felt over their legacy as Palpatine's homeworld. Weapons and parts salvaged from the battlefield in the wake of Cinder allowed them to get by while they planned for a full military overhaul and upgrade, yet it was clear that something more would be needed as a stopgap measure, as salvaged arms only provided enough to arm those the previous stockpile did not cover. There were not enough stolen Imperial weapons to completely replace old Naboo blasters.
While the New Republic was too overworked to provide much material aid, they helped Naboo broker a deal with Arch Heavy Industries for a blaster. The BP-44 was a highly customizable blaster platform offered by AHI for personal defense and hunting. It came in packages small enough to serve as a holdout blaster, all the way up to carbine blasters that could stand in for long rifles. It also packed enough of a punch to be effective enough for all roles. Though they would order a few specialized variants of the BP-44, the Naboo government purchased a well rounded heavy blaster pistol variant (shown here in Naboo security colors) in bulk to serve as a general all-around armament. This bought them time to strategize and plan out future armaments without leaving themselves vulnerable. This proved wise, as Naboo's connection to Palpatine made it a favored target for Imperial sympathizers.
The hardest thing about doing a photo shoot with Heather is trying to decide which photos to post while keeping it to a reasonable number. I guess I am slightly biased. We took these photos at the Valley of Fire State Park, NE of Las Vegas and one of my favorite places to visit. We arrived late in the day and only had about an hour to shoot before we lost light and the park closed. Heather looked stunning. I am so lucky!
I took these photos in early February 2021 in the Valley of Fire State Park NE of Las Vegas, Nevada.
Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
Ali
This one i’m sending out to a special friend..SM….
Or Super Mom is what I like to call her..
You can find Mary here..
www.flickr.com/photos/37719283@N04
She is a mom..(5 kids)
She is a cook..(ok she might be on strike once in a while.. lol)
She is a teacher..
She is a cheerleader..
She does the dishes..
She does the cleaning..
She is a wife..
She is a taxi mom..
She is so many things. and I’m sure I’m forgetting a bunch so please forgive me my friend..
She is to me anyways and I’m sure to many on flickr a WONDERFUL CHERISHED friend….:-))
To you Mary that rare pearl. .thanks on behalf of all of us for being who you are
xoxo
The hardest part of raising a child is teaching them to ride bicycles. A shaky child on a bicycle for the first time needs both support and freedom. The realization that this is what the child will always need can hit hard. ~Sloan Wilson
Identified as Psyllobora vigintiduopunctata.
The hardest aspect of shooting mating ladybugs is not laughing when the male wiggles his backside -gonna have to work out the lighting so I can film it...
Tech Specs: Canon 70D (F16, 1/250, ISO 100) + a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens (around 3x) + a diffused MT-24EX. This is a single, uncropped, frame taken hand held.
Technique: I'm holding on to the leaf they are on with my left hand, and resting the lens on that same hand to keep everything steady. Then I went looking for an angle that would let me get as much in focus as possible -both of their leading eyes have to be in focus.
One of the hardest Pentax cameras to find in working condition, the PC35AF is an elusive gem from the auto-focus compact explosion of the 1980s. Weighing around 300grams, this model is surprisingly hefty. And, contrary to the 80's plastic aesthetics, Pentax used many metal parts in the fabrication of the body.
Following the trail-blazing design of the Olympus XA series, Pentax adopted the clam-shell design and thumb-wheel film advance. On the PC35AF, these two features are very consistent and well-made: the thumb-wheel is strong and well-balanced, and the clam-shell cover opens and closes in a fluid manner. Unlike some of the clamshell designs found in the Olympus MJU-I & II or the Konica Lexio, for example, the PC35's cover is not connected to any metal contacts. It simply pops out via a small red lever and is then pushed back in with ease.
In some ways, the PC35 is very similar to the Ricoh FF-70 & Nikon L35. All of these cameras share 5-element (5 group) 35mm f2.8 prime lenses. Whilst it is probably difficult to split the optical differences in these quality Japanese 35mm lenses, the Pentax is a better camera to shoot with, simply because it doesn't have the annoying winder motor dragging the film along. The Rich FF-70 sounds like an aircraft taking off when you hit the shutter!!!! So many of these 80's AF cameras have noisy motors. In practice, I much prefer to wind (and rewind) the film myself, not only is it quieter but, if you're rolling your own film like I do, you don't want a powerful motor ripping you film out of the canister, when it nears completion.
It took me several years of looking to find a working PC35. I bought the red one on the right in working order. It's been heavily used but maybe that's why it is still working. I'd never seen a red one before. I believe Pentax made the PC35 in black, silver, blue & red. My red one came with the horrible add-on winder, which I immediately put in the cupboard. You really don't want a motor in this model, it works so well as it is. If you could imagine what an AF Olympus XA2 would be like - with a better lens - then that's pretty much it.
The viewfinder is one of the brightest and largest of all the 80's AF cameras I've used. The bright-lines are very bright, much brighter than those on the famed MJU Olympus series. Yet, unlike the Yashica TAF, Ricoh FF's, Olympus MJU's, the PC35 uses a different viewing system for its focusing. In the albada viewfinder of the PC35 you see the zone-images across the bottom of the screen. The shutter almost seems to work in three sequential movements: push down one third to engage the light meter, push down another third and a vertical needle runs along the bottom to show you which zone it will choose - close, group, landscape - and then the final push of the shutter actually fires the thing.
In some ways the shutter button is from a previous era: it feels "mechanical" and a world apart from the trigger button shutters found on cameras it was competing against at the time.
The PC35AF has no DX-coding (thank goodness) and runs from 25-400iso. Metering up to 1600iso would make this thing even better but it's no great loss. The camera allows for +1.5 exposure comp if you want to push things a bit. The max. speed of the shutter is 1/430th.
I ended up buying the black one in non-working order simply for parts. It was super cheap. The red one needed a new baseplate after the battery cover snapped off. All in all I probably spent $35 on getting both cameras. The black one looks barely used, yet it's totally dead. Apparently, the wiring on this model is the culprit. It's a shame, because the Pentax lens is very good. I wanna believe that it's a beautiful SMC Pentax lens with all the Takumar magic of yesteryear stuffed into it, but, sadly, it only says "Pentax Lens". The purple multi-coating is very evocative of the Pentax-M primes of the 70's.
If you want a good 35mm prime lens in an AF package that doesn't sound like an aircraft taking off every time you hit the trigger, look out for the PC35AF. It's well-made, well-balanced, and a great, practical shooter with a really clear finder. Avoid the PC35AF-M model that immediately proceeded this 1st Pentax AF camera. The M version is motor-driven and the manual ISO settings are replaced with DX coding.
A Hawker Hurricane P2921 photographed at Biggin Hill Airport on the 18th. August, 2015, to mark the 'Battle of Britain' 75th anniversary of the "hardest day".
Blackett's Ridge Trail, Sabino Canyon Recreation Area.
Sabino Canyon is to the left of the cliff. This is the section of the Blackett's Ridge Trail that stays away from any dropoffs, and doesn't offer any variety... it just goes straight up to the highest point seen here. That's one of the trail's false summits; there's another 1/2 mile to go before reaching trail's end.
So, while it's not the steepest segment, it's my least favorite.
Dear Makayla,
The hardest part of letting go is just that; letting go. But sometimes you have to do the things that scare you in order to learn what’s important.
Always,
Your Mind
Inspired by her picture. And the lyrics are by Shinedown.
This was not my original idea but my original idea failed. But I thought this was ironic since I did wake up at 4 this morning and couldn’t fall back asleep. If I did, it was only for 15 minutes for so.
I didn’t go to school today. I was so sick this morning. Still am. But this morning..it was so so bad. I haven’t felt that sick in a very long time.
A very late thank you to karen jules and yours to hold for the testimonials<3
Hardest part was to figure out the color on the environment,I figured it's dry grass covered with a light frost,So I went with that color
Welp. After failing my math class in the summer, I tried to give Fall quarter at school a strong start, but unfortunately my depression hit me hard--the hardest, I think, since I was first diagnosed in 2009. I'm almost too embarrassed and ashamed to write about this (though I have no real reason to be--I keep telling myself I don't have to feel ashamed about a medical condition that's not my fault), but my parents (who are footing the tuition bill--which is probably one of the reasons I feel so bad about this) and I decided that it would be best if I dropped my classes this quarter. This isn't the first time I've dropped out of school due to health issues, and to be honest I do feel relieved about dropping, but it is aggravating all the same. I work really hard on my grades, but my depression has made me feel so disconnected, unfocused and unmotivated, and it hasn't been doing my memory any favors either. It felt like no matter how much I tried to pull myself together and concentrate, my homework pile just kept growing and growing, and it all just got to be. Too. Much. Like no matter how hard I worked, it wouldn't be enough to finish everything in time, and no matter how hard I studied, I would fail my math class again and have to repeat it a third time anyway, so why bother?
I'm sure having to get up at 4 in the morning four days every week didn't help my health (mental and physical), and fall quarter is always the busiest (and most crowded!) on campus. I have social anxiety as well as depression (yay, being me is awesome), and even when I'm having a good day I don't particularly enjoy being surrounded by people a decade younger than me who appear more comfortable and socialized, and can carry on conversations and schedule their time without having anxiety attacks. And don't even get me started on all the young couples making public displays of affection. It's like a cheese grater to my self-esteem. But anway. I've always had a difficult time with attendance in my classes (my commute is an hour long and though there's no transfers and the whole routine is relatively painless, there are days when I'm simply not up to it), and this quarter my attendance started getting worse and worse, until I was absent for a week straight. It really hit me how bad my depression had gotten one day when I was ruminating (read: worrying) about my homework while in bed (because staying in bed is the only option on some days), and I realized, I don't care about my classes. I don't even care about my art class. If you know me, you know that's bad. Really bad.
So that's where I'm at now. Since I post a lot of photos at, or at least concerning my college (at least when I have the time and energy), I figured I should write some sort of explanation why my school photos will suddenly stop. (Or, at least they will once I'm finished going through my backlog. I swear, my photostream is only a fraction of all the photos I take...but editing is exhausting. Sigh.) I also don't write a lot about my personal life, partly because I don't want to upset people with my mental illness or make them worry too much (ask ANYBODY with depression and they'll tell you that one of their biggest fears is being a burden on others), but mostly because I don't want to bore anybody with my problems...one of my core beliefs is that I'm not terribly interesting. (And yes, I'm working on that with my therapist.) So this is something of a step to become more comfortable about talking about myself, especially since I have a lot of friends here on Flickr who I care about...people who I'd want to tell *me* if they were having a rough time, so I could help and support them. I'm not fishing for sympathy and flattery here, I...I'm not entirely sure why I'm posting this. I just felt in my gut that I should, and my gut is usually right about those sort of things. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going through a rough patch right now. I'm trying to be a better friend to myself, and I'm hoping that all this business of dropping school and so forth will be another step in that process.
So, in the meantime, this does mean that I'll have more free time, which means I can be on Flickr more, but I'm not making any promises about posting anything because I can't always tell whether I'll be feeling good enough one day to socialize or not. Sometimes even internet socialization is overwhelming. This isn't a reflection on you all, it's just a reflection on socialization in general, and on my social capabilities (which are lousy, IMHO). I'm also not sure whether I'm going to start taking classes again in winter quarter (which starts in January) or not, but so far I'm leaning towards "Not". Especially since registration for winter classes has already started, and my college is so busy that you need to register ASAP to get into the classes you want. And I'm not 100% sure what classes I want, aside from that damnable math class again. It all feels like more decision-making than I'm up to. It's all just too much.
Well that was my hardest and slowest Wycombe Rye parkrun in a long long time finishing in 31:56 and a bloody good reminder of where I was some time ago. I’ve been celebrating new achievements but today was a set-back as I struggled with a chest ache which started around the 1km marker but I could control by walking and use of the GTN spray, hence the slower time.
I would like to thank Josephine Chaplin for staying with me for the last 2km and the other lady buying me a bottle of Lucozade. Thank you to every one for your concern, I am fine now.
There were probably a few contributing factors which I shall bare in mind on future runs:
• I started at probably a too fast pace keeping up with Warren Bennet, but fell back from 1km once I started feeling discomfort.
• It was very humid making breathing more difficult.
• Overuse of the GTN spray, some really bad dizzy spells at the finish.
• Unlike the last few weeks I didn’t carry water around with me.
Blog covering this period ... peterjemmett.blogspot.com/2019/10/heart-attack-to-10k-par...
Horse is one of the hardest build I ever done. Beside getting the pattern realistic, I wanna show more postures about the horse.
This year I want to revisit this project and make the horse pose-able. I rebuild the whole body so that the 4 legs are able to rotate to the angle that the horse should be. Besides, I wanna present the equestrienne “half lifting” riding the horse. The challenges are the whole build of the horse plus equestrienne are too heavy to present multiple postures that I have in my mind. Clear bars for supporting the horse are inevitable. I tried to use less but minimum have to be 6 in parallel. I tried to hide it in multiple places but put in the Centre is most steady for all the postures.
It’s fun for the whole experience.
Possibly the hardest task I've ever set myself when it comes to artwork, this scene took pretty much six hours of being sat in the same position, I'm surprised I haven't got DVT! And after all that work, and all that painting, I can't say I'm particularly proud of it. I mean it's not my worst piece, but it's certainly not my favorite.
This piece depicts a Regional Railways liveried Class 150/2 crossing Calstock Viaduct on the border between Devon and Cornwall, whilst working a stopping train up the Gunnislake Branch from Plymouth. I must admit there are few greater pleasures in life than driving around this region of Devon and Cornwall on the banks of the mighty River Tamar, where there are many great picnic locations and lavish country houses, including Buckland Abbey, the former home of Sir Francis Drake, and Cotehele House, the home of Sir Piers Edgcumbe in the late 1400s.
Surprisingly, the Tamar Valley Line from the former junction station at Bere Alston to Gunnislake and it's original terminus at Callington was never as busy as the London and South Western Railway's mainline route from Exeter to Plymouth via Okehampton and Tavistock, from which this line diverged at Bere Alston. Yet in 1968 this vital route was closed under Beeching even though it was a major arterial line and served as an excellent diversionary route to Plymouth in the event of trouble on the Sea Wall, whilst the Gunnislake Branch, which at it's peak only saw three or four trains a day, was only curtailed back as far as Gunnislake.
Today the route sees near enough and hourly service, operated by Class 150 and 153 units of First Great Western ownership. Built by BREL in 1985 the Class 150's were constructed to replace the ageing 1st Generation stock, primarily Class 105s, 101s and 117s. It was quite late in the day before these units made a widespread appearance here in Devon and Cornwall, being brought in to help replace the highly unsuccessful Class 142 Pacer units built by British Leyland (you just have to see that name appear and you know trouble's afoot). Today the Class 150 forms the backbone of a majority of services in the Southwest of England, with a large influx of the class appearing in 2009 after London Overground replaced it's units with Class 172 Turbostars on the Barking to Gospel Oak workings.
This picture is largely based on the fascinating shot by Chris Livings, which can be found here: www.flickr.com/photos/chris_livings/7434261134/
The hardest part about shooting with Anastasia is trying to decide my favorite photos to post. She is absolutely gorgeous with a great personality. 2021 pretty much sucked in general; the best thing about it was I had a chance to shoot with Anastasia about 5 times. We did this shoot at the Scentsy campus in October 2021. Excellent shoot with one of my favorite models!!
...the hardest way to make a living
lake sebu, koronadal, philippines
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Romania flies off to Florida today to be with her Sister Jezzebelle. This is truly the hardest good-bye I've ever had to do in this hobby. :( She's been with me forever. Sometimes being an adult truly sucks. I'm so happy she will be loved though.......
I think the hardest thing for me to believe in these gull photographs is that the skies are real!! I add a little contrast in some but I've only added colour once and that was to a B&W photograph. In my area of Maine, on a hot day, storms start to brew in the early evening.. so maybe a stormy sky. I photograph skies quite a lot in the late afternoon.. after I finish work. Later I use them as backgrounds in various photographs, as is the case here. This gull has a dirty belly but gulls aren't noted for their table manners.. lol. The gulls in Old Orchard Beach steal food from beachgoers all day long and I've never seen one take time out for a belly wash. They are simply glorious in flight.. I could watch them all day long and sometimes I do.
The hardest thing about doing a photo shoot with Heather is trying to decide which photos to post while keeping it to a reasonable number. I guess I am slightly biased. We took these photos at the Valley of Fire State Park, NE of Las Vegas and one of my favorite places to visit. We arrived late in the day and only had about an hour to shoot before we lost light and the park closed. Heather looked stunning. I am so lucky!
I took these photos in early February 2021 in the Valley of Fire State Park NE of Las Vegas, Nevada.
The hardest job in the world. Carrying rocks from one rock pile to another rock pile.
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Hardest challenge for me so far. Had 4 other mediocre choices but went with this casual iPhone shot that I worked in LR.
Challenge - Artistic: Shadows
What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
The hardest thing in this world, is to live in it.
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you gotta view it here . not even joking.
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Another heartache.
One of my schoolmates died in an accident yesterday. She was only 15.
And what makes it harder on everybody is that just a few months ago, we lost another student.
I did this photo the day that that student died.
And, it's sort of embarrassing for me because when ever someone dies or something bad happens, I make a picture.
And, they don't help anyone.
In fact, the picture of change that I did, I never put it on facebook (where all my friends see my pictures) til over a month after because I felt wrong for doing it. I felt as though I was using that traumatic experience for my own personal gain.
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And now, for my own personal rant (the original reason why I was working on this picture), is that my life is indeed a mess.
My exams were last week, and I did horrible.
I know I did.
Why? Because I felt like death.
My stomach was hurting every day, keeping me up through the night.
It has been like that for two weeks, and in those two weeks, I've only got around 2-3 hours of sleep each night.
So, I was tired and in pain everyday, and it was so difficult to study, or do anything for that matter.
I felt like I was in a rut, a never ending circle that would drive me crazy.
1. I needed to study, but I was way to tired too do so.
2. I needed to sleep, but was in too much pain too do so.
3. I needed to go to the doctor because I was in so much pain.
4. But, I couldn't go to the doctor because I needed to study.
This kept going on and on in my head.
And, I finally went to the doctor a few days ago, and I'm getting all sorts of tests done next week.
Personally, I believe it's a stomach ulcer caused from way too much stress.
So, we'll see what happens :\
: Rant over.
This image was probably one of the hardest images I have ever tried to take. I thought it would be fairly straight forward; Pick a dandelion head blow it gently and shoot. Wrong. I had a handicap. I thought I would get my six year old daughter to hold the dandelion and blow it for me, this seemed a good idea until I realised A. she can not hold/stand/be still fora split second , let alone a second or so to allow me to focus, shoot etc. B. She has lost her two top front teeth. Her ability to carry out the simple task of 'blowing' was like watching Bambi take his first steps. It would have been funny if I hadn't set my mind an getting an image!!! After the 8th head, I realised it was best to move out of the garden as otherwise I will be weeding endlessly in 2012, 2013............Bless her, we got there in the end.
I wanted to produce a timeless feel to this image so I tweeked it a little in PS. Time and Dandelions seem to go hand-in-hand.
Tech Specs
Camera: Nikon D90
Lens: Sigma 17-70mm F2.8-4 DC OS HSM at 70mm
ISO 400
Exposure: 1/400 Sec
Aperture: F5.6
Filter: None
Edited with:
Apple Aperture 3
Adobe Photoshop CS4 with Niksoft Viveza 2 plugin
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These may have been my hardest challenge yet!! My mom was having a birthday party for my dad and I wanted to make cookies. My dad had just finished restoring a 1963 Cessna Skyhawk 172 airplane, so I wanted to make airplane related cookies. So I made his airplane, the airport control tower (where he used to be the head air traffic controller before he retired), a pilot, gauges from the cockpit, a yoke (steering wheel) and of course, we needed aviator sunglasses! The gauges were so difficult that I gave up on putting all the little details on them because there were too many tiny numbers. Plus, there was NO pressure to get them right since 90% of the guests were pilots!!!