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I learned my blood is red
I learned my skin is light brown
I learned my feces are brown
The world outside me... well... is more difficult to classify.
How are the colors in hell? Who Knows?
Enjoy hell heat.
An unexpected fire show on my way home - a straw stack chatched fire in this freezing cold. Jumped out of the car with my trusted Leica of course...
HI GUYSSSS!!!!! Sorry I've been slow for almost a week now, I don't feel like "Flickering" as of the moment but I'll be more active again once I get into the mood. I'm not uninspired I just don't feel like it. I've been concentrating on LookBook (check out one of the comments(from the link) below btw. awwkkkkward ;D)
BUT! I do appreciate the kind words I've been seeing from some of my favorite contacts :))
and because of that I'll come up of something awesome (hopefully I will)
BACK TO SCHOOL ON MONDAY! which means I leave the city tomorrow with my friends till' next weekend again guys! Back to the same routine :)
Congrats to those who successfully finished their 365 project! I still love you guys!
The locals call it "Gaishöll" (Goat Hell) and if you look at this almost djungle like landscape in small canyon in the Black Forest you know why. However, now in fall, with the leaves turning yellow, the light is almost golden and the wild stream seems to be from heaven...
Hell or heaven? You decide.
4 F-18As of VMFA-321 "Hell's Angels" based at Andrews AFB, Md on the ramp at RAF Leuchars, May 1998. Deployment was for exercise Brilliant Foil 98. Note the empty chocks further out, think this might have been the day they arrived.
The forth true miniland scale entry for LUGNuts 55th Build Challenge - 'Rubber side down. Shiny side up' - is this customised ride - Hell Razor.
Another street fighter, this time with a cracked skull tank-side motif and horn seat motif. Exhausts exit via the left hand side on a grazed, chrome side pipe. Again the chrome-ringed ratior makes an appearance, matched by chrome detail on the topside of the fuel tank.
A dual, stacked headlamp design makes an appearance, taking the sticker feature from the Lego Nr. 8371 'Extreme Power Bike' from the 'Drome Racers' theme of 2003.
Other features are a single dial intrument set, and a small wedge wind deflector.
Hell Razor is a tough bike for a tough biker, and it makes it's intent clear to all.
Today, I showed my apartment to a friend who may sublet my place for several months so I can escape this metropoli-hell. I have lived on this corner of Manhattan for almost five years. That is the longest I have lived anywhere since leaving my parents' home fifteen years ago.
The restaurant that has been my safety and my family is closing at the end of the month. I first started working there almost eight years ago. In the nine years that I have lived in New York, I have left dozens of times for periods ranging from several weeks to almost a year. Part of surviving in Manhattan is learning when to leave and when to come back.
Each time I return to the city, no matter how long I have been gone, I could come back with the relief of knowing that I would have a great job waiting for me. Beyond that, I had the security of knowing I could walk through the plastic curtain of Restaurant Florent and find the same fabulous group of people working. People who look forward to my return. People who love and know me better than most of my blood relatives. That will not be true anymore.
Part of me is sad, but mostly I am relieved to watch a period of my life begin to end. I am through.
Every day lately, I walk out my door and look up at the same brick buildings, inhale the same dirty concrete fumes and sigh. Disappointed that it is all still here. Or, perhaps, that I am still here.
I watched a good friend graduate from the United States Military Academy this weekend and become an officer of the Army. He has two months of freedom before beginning five years of service to our country.
Watching him and his friends going through all of the pomp and circumstance, knowing that most of them face a reality of risky unfamiliarity, I could only imagine their ambivalence about proceeding. I have tremendous respect for my young friend.
I recalled my own college graduation and that feeling of unease as one part of my life came to a close and the future was still hopelessly unclear and unformed. I can't pretend to understand the trepidation he must have for his future for although I am still unsure of my purpose, I have the security of knowing that my destiny almost certainly does not include the possibility of going to war.
I have lived dangerously in other far more foolish ways and I feel that it may be time to toe the edge of what is possible again, though I am sad to see what I had disappear.
Like most people, during times of great change, I am nagged by doubts, but ultimately, I know that true happiness is something that has to be actively cultivated. It doesn't happen standing in place waiting.
Once, after a bad breakup, I tried desperately to cling to the shattered remnants of our connection because as much as I wanted it to be over, I didn't want to lose all the good things I had gained knowing him.
A good friend commented to me, "You are like a butterfly trying to be a caterpillar."
It is a metaphor I return to whenever I find myself having a hard time letting go of the past. Because as uncomfortable as change can be, there is nothing worse than the pain of trying to be someone that you simply cannot be anymore.
Picture shows: Roller Girls of the Apocalypse from Kaiserslautern vs Hell's Ass Derby Girls from Strasbourg, May 19th 2012 in Kaiserslautern, Germany.
Write up and huge photo gallery: www.dennisstempher.nl/?p=2494
This overview captures half of Bumpass Hell. Be sure to hike to the far side to see the other half. Steam hissed in the foreground and an even greater quantity of steam rose from behind the pool of light blue water.
An astonishing place, with steam venting around you as you walk through. I'm not surprised George Bernard Shaw christened it Hells Gate it's quite eerie, bubbling mud pools, steam vents, and fossilised coral embedded in the rock.
Me gettin a piece...of pizza. Street corner in NYC, burnin my mouth, gettin aggressive with the pie. Gotta luv it :)
Hells Angels heading south on San Jose Ave, following the funeral of Mark "Papa" Guardado, who was killed in the Mission on September 2.
Some days, living in LA is no fun. Then on other days, it's the greatest place on Earth. No star in Hollywood could match the attention given to Endeavour today. It was a hell of a day to be in LA. Welcome Endeavour!!
Hell Sword
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Artista: Hell
Evento: Summer Breeze Open Air Festival
Fotografo: Emanuela Giurano
Data: 18 agosto 2011
Città: Dinkelsbuhl (D)
This signal is the exit towards the start of Meråkerbanen (The Meråker line). The main exit signal shows a stop signal while the dwarf signal and the shunting signal in the back shows that the station is cleared for local switching of points and shunting.
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