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Bumpass Hell is the largest concentration of hydrothermal activity in Lassen National Park. Steaming water (as hot as 322 degrees Fahrenheit) is constantly emanating from the surface with associated hissing sounds. No wonder the park built a boardwalk through the area.
The yellow sky is due to nearby wildfires.
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!!
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.
Last night I was playing with Photoshop and some ideas mixing some tutorials I read, like the Collis fire... I think I will write a little post explaining how I created that....
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.
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.
Hells Angels heading south on San Jose Ave, following the funeral of Mark "Papa" Guardado, who was killed in the Mission on September 2.
Artista: Hell
Evento: Summer Breeze Open Air Festival
Fotografo: Emanuela Giurano
Data: 18 agosto 2011
Città: Dinkelsbuhl (D)
State of play at the end of my first day. Bodyshell is prepared, washed, and drying out in the airing cupboard.
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.
[No stop signs, speed limit
Nobodys gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobodys gonna mess me round
Hey satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey momma, look at me
Im on my way to the promised land
OWWW
Read more: AC/DC - HIGHWAY TO HELL LYRICS
Hells Gate is an abrupt narrowing of British Columbia's Fraser River, located immediately downstream of Boston Bar in the southern Fraser Canyon. The towering rock walls of the Fraser River plunge toward each other forcing the waters through a passage only 35 metres (115 ft) wide.
Queen Street West, Toronto
"'Run Like Hell' is a song on the Pink Floyd album The Wall. It is preceded by 'In the Flesh' and is followed by 'Waiting for the Worms'. The song is from the point of view of anti-hero Pink during a hallucination, in which he becomes a fascist dictator and turns a concert audience into an angry mob. He sends the mob out to raid nearby neighborhoods that are full of minorities.
The music was written by David Gilmour (one of the three songs on The Wall for which Gilmour wrote music), while the lyrics were by Roger Waters alone. On the record, Waters provided the vocals (except for 'Run, Run', in which Gilmour is lead singer). The song features the only keyboard solo on The Wall (although on live performances, 'Young Lust' and 'Another Brick in the Wall, Part II' would also feature keyboard solos); after the last line of lyrics, a synthesizer apparently takes over Waters' singing. Also in the song are the sound of the mob's maniacal laughter, running footsteps, car tires skidding and a loud scream.
This song was originally much longer, however it had to be cut because of the time limitations on the original vinyl record format. Although the lyrics 'You better run like hell' appear several times in the liner notes, they are never actually heard in the song. Near the end, the same piercing shriek (made by Waters) can be heard, almost identical to that heard during 'The Happiest Days of Our Lives' when seguing into 'Another Brick in the Wall, Part II'.
The track is also notable, as it is the only time the band would dabble in the disco genre, which was very popular in the late '70's." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Run_Like_Hell
Artista: Hell
Evento: Summer Breeze Open Air Festival
Fotografo: Emanuela Giurano
Data: 18 agosto 2011
Città: Dinkelsbuhl (D)
yep, it got that cold here in florida! someone left their sprinklers on overnight, and this crepe myrtle was covered in icicles in the morning. surreal!
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.