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A blast from a multi-limbed past.
I quite like how the old 'imperfect' app captured the sub-limb-inal, before it worked out how to count appendages, and make things 'real'. There must be a way to combine both.
Knowing that I’m not so great at drawing people, I decided to practice. This page took about 6 weeks, a couple of big cities and small towns, a state fair, a state park, a conference, and a diner or two to complete. It’s the last page of this sketchbook.
I knew when I finished my last shoot with Erin that I saved two test film shots for Amanda.
I knew when I left my house that there were still two in the camera.
Got Amanda some food while I proved a point at some sandwich shop that's eluded me til now right beside USC campus, then headed over to a little fountain on campus to be eaten alive by mosquitoes and start our shoot. She COULD NOT stop fidgeting which is tough on a Spectra, so pulled out the SX70 to try a couple shots I might use for the magazine.
And immediately forgot that I had new film in the camera.
"Oh, the film counter says I still have two shots left. Guess I left some expired stuff in here. Might as well just shoot whatever."
Thank god "whatever" worked out.
-So this may end up in the magazine, but it kinda breaks the "rules". But there are many other shots you'd simply love, so head here and get yourself a copy of issue 1.
KNowing it was very low tide at 7am this morning, we headed to a fishermen's jetty instead of the beach. Managed to get some reflections of the muddy ground and very slow tide coming in...
Do have a great week my friends : )
Boston, Lincolnshire, 27th December 2019. Pentax Espio camera and Kodak Pro Image 100ASA film.
Going back to places passed in the past, not just by me but by generations of my family - my great, great grandparents ran a pub in this neighbourhood.
These are buildings and scenes that I see in my mind's eye daily in my current life, even though I haven't lived in Boston since 1992.
This scene is interesting to me because there used to be an old house on this plot - I am talking late 1970's. As I recall, it was a Victorian place and no one had lived in it for a long time. The rest of the site was a Mercedes Benz/BMW/Subaru garage.
My dad knew various business people in the neighbourhood and I used to visit them with him for his job when I wasn't at school. When I was about 6 we went to look around the house and I remember walking around this empty house. I was a big ABBA fan (because I was completely groovy even then) and I thought of the line "walking through an empty house" and how I was actually doing it. It's kind of scary to realise how popular culture had completely impregnated my childhood mind, and continues to have a "long tail" now into my fifth decade on the planet.
This site was developed over the years and has been shops for ages, and being near a bridge over a big drain it is a busy place where I passed by many, many times in my life when I lived there.
Yet what I see now and what is left of it is meaningless to just about anyone - even me. Maybe this is a way of thinking how "places" are in the heart as much as on the planet.
The Kodak film is not so good for an overcast day, but I had to keep shooting! I realised the Big Mini camera I had been using had stopped working properly when I was trying to use it to take this very photo, so I switched to the Espio. Be prepared!
Even in the end, the story is beautiful knowing more will come again. The end of one of my magnolia blooms and even if the petals are gone, it's beauty still remains I think!! Look at the colors and the textures...still gorgeous :) And, more will come again!! Happy Bokeh Wednesday!
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Right to the water's edge.
( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot )
Motosuka Beach. Kujukuri Beach. Sanmu City. Chiba Prefecture. Japan. 2025. … 1 / 1
(Photo of the day. Unpublished.)
Images:
Geoffroy … No Calls Before Noon
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My new novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Volume 16😄
The following is still in its draft stage and will be revised further.
Key parts are not disclosed.
The order of the content shown here is mixed.
(Of course, this is not the final version.)
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My new novel
B♭ (B Flat)
Night was drawing its heavy veil over the neighborhoods of the San Fernando Valley, and Kevin Mori’s car slid forward as though gliding on a shadowed surface. Beyond the window, the heat of summer’s night rose, while the asphalt, still holding the brilliance of the day, scattered red and black reflections like fragments of muted fire. His day as an officer of Immigration and Customs Enforcement had not yet ended; it merely continued into the dark. Papers on the passenger seat trembled faintly—orders, reports, each sheet a cold reminder of how every decision could alter the lives of flesh-and-blood people.
The radio crackled with static, then carried the clipped voices of another unit.
“Check complete—residential route secure. Residents advised, heat alert.”
“Roger. Next, proceed to downtown infiltration confirmation.”
The words were concise, yet beneath them lurked the weight of responsibility. Kevin’s colleague at his side listened in silence, and Kevin imagined the strain, the fatigue, the daily fears borne by his subordinates.
The quiet houses of the district floated in the pale light of the streetlamps. Windows glowed with the warmth of family life, and the trees in the yards swayed with the scent of summer. To Kevin, that scene was both what he was sworn to protect, and a stage upon which the gravity of judgment was constantly revealed.
Merging onto the freeway, he entered a sea of headlights undulating like waves. Far ahead, the spires of downtown buildings pierced the night sky. The air was thick with heat, the car’s air conditioning too feeble against the humidity clinging to his skin. On the phone screen in the passenger seat, messages flared cold and abrupt—emergency notices, field reports, each short phrase carrying the weight of lives in the balance.
Through his commute Kevin narrowed his eyes, as though unconsciously trying to read the palette of the summer night. Neon reds and oranges crossed with the green of traffic signals, while the outlines of distant mountains and the shore emerged dimly in the haze. In the rearview mirror, his own face appeared distorted by fatigue and responsibility. He imagined how it must look reflected in the eyes of his men, and in the eyes of those who lived in this city.
As the suburbs gave way to downtown, the flow of cars turned into a red river of lights—not the bustle of rush hour, but a current charged with tension. Footsteps of passersby, the wail of an ambulance far off, exhaust mingling with sea breeze—each sound and scent announcing the unvarnished reality of the city.
Conversation in the car was pared to the barest minimum. His colleague tapped silently at the phone, scanning reports and maps. Every burst of radio static carried words few and clipped, but each syllable held the weight of someone’s life.
At the office, the parking lot was lined with colleagues’ cars, their engines humming in faint reply to one another. A night wind slipped through the windows, rustling the scattered papers—a sound that resembled the heartbeat of responsibility itself.
Inside the building, the cool air brushed his skin, blending with the stillness of late night to bind the corridors in a taut silence. Each step sent back a cold echo. Notices and bulletins on the walls caught the dim light, whispering of daily duty and the reality that awaited beyond.
In the meeting room, his subordinates lifted their eyes to him; reports on the table quivered slightly in the conditioned air. No one spoke, but silence itself was steeped in tension. Everyone knew that today’s decisions would ripple outward to change the lives of people unseen and far away.
As the meeting began, real-time transmissions crackled from the radio, and gazes crossed one another. Between the numbers and the dry lines of reports, there were always living human beings. To protect them—or expose them to danger—was the responsibility that each man recognized as his own.
The meeting stretched deep into the night: communications with the field, sorting of documents, instructions for the next day. Outside, the city wavered in the heat, neon glinting against the office windows. Kevin pressed the day’s weight into his heart as he stared at that restless light.
By the time he set out for home, the city had assumed a face wholly different from daytime. Shadows under the streetlamps, red reflections of neon, exhaust tangled with the sea wind, the faint silhouette of mountains dissolving into the night sky—all of it bore silent testimony to the consequences of the day’s choices.
He glanced at the papers on the seat, drew one deep breath. Summer night air slipped in through the window, brushing his skin. The sense of responsibility weighed heavy on his chest, and so did solitude, but in the pulse of the city he found, still, the strength to take another step forward.
Through the night’s lattice of light, Kevin drove on across summer Los Angeles. The voices on the radio, his men’s tension, the office’s chilled air, the neon glare, the tang of the sea breeze, the distant siren of an ambulance—all of these tangled together, imprinting themselves as the day’s memory. In the silence and in the few words exchanged in the car, in the quiet and the clamor of the city, in the interplay of light and shadow, a living map of the city was etched inside him, sharpening both the solitude and the responsibility of his role as an officer of ICE.
As night deepened, on his way home he clutched the papers on the passenger seat and watched his own shadow fall beneath the streetlamps. He listened closely to the city’s voice: the reflection of light, the tremor of heat, the siren far away, the stillness of neighborhoods. All of it pressed responsibility and solitude deeper into his chest.
When Kevin pushed open the door of his house, the night’s heat retreated slightly, replaced by the cool air of the living room flowing to meet him. He dropped the documents onto the table; the bundled papers struck with a dry sound that sank into silence, as though absorbing some measure of the weight that had burdened his shoulders.
Yet that moment of relief quivered almost at once, like a string brushed by an unseen hand. From the depths of the house came a faint creak—timbers straining, or perhaps the plucked resonance of some hidden instrument. Kevin strained to listen, then wondered if it was no more than the ghostly trick of fatigue.
The air trembled. Water in the half-drunk glass on the table rippled with faint light. The ripples, small yet certain, seemed to resonate with a force lurking in the house’s depths. A frame on the wall slipped askew, and through the glass the smiling figures in the photograph appeared slightly warped. A raw unease rose in Kevin’s chest, and his gaze lifted toward the ceiling. Above the panels, the beams murmured to one another, a low groan not of chance but of deliberate design, as if some hidden architect had composed the house itself as an instrument.
The floor rumbled, faint vibrations pressing upward through his feet. Streetlamp light bled through the curtains, filling the room with a wavering orange glow, as if already foreshadowing collapse. The house expanded and contracted like a lung, like an unseen heart pulsing in the dark, its beat echoed by the beams and pillars. Kevin set his hands on his knees, unmoving, listening. The sound overhead no longer resembled random creaks. It grew with rhythm, swelling into a low wave that spread across the room. The wallpaper split, revealing a thin fissure that carried within it the promise of widening.
The water in the glass quivered, scattering the lamplight into shards. The window shuddered under the night wind; metal fastenings clicked faintly. The beams groaned louder, as if in answer. In that instant the whole house became an instrument, releasing a deep, resonant note. The vibration struck his inner ear, mingled with the pulse of his blood.
Kevin pressed a hand to his chest—but his own heartbeat and the heartbeat of the house merged, the boundary between them dissolving. Cracks across the wall swallowed light, dark lines spreading. The beams moaned and bent, their sound a summons downward, inevitable as gravity. Glass burst into fragments, scattering the street’s light into the air. Furniture leapt, books tumbled, the table tilted.
And then—the ceiling split, and fell. The roar shook even the lamplight outside; dust rose in a choking tide, the world turned white and sightless. Kevin’s body, too, was caught in the same current as the beams and pillars. Whether he stood, or fell, or was torn apart—he felt not terror but a strange relief. Together with the house, he was sinking into the close of a final movement. There was nothing to flee, no document to guard, no responsibility: all dissolved now into dust.
The beams broke, the pillars collapsed, the floor split. His bones, his blood, his voice—all shattered into fragments carried into the night air. The collapse was not violence, but the coda of a meticulously designed score. Kevin, too, was only one note within it, drawn at last into silence.
When the dust settled, silence returned. Kevin was no longer among the wreckage. Only the shadow of a fallen beam lay there, like a remnant of his being.
Far away, a dog barked. An ambulance siren split the night. The city’s breath went on, but Kevin’s had ceased forever. In the streets remained only the echo of collapse, and the quiet memory of a death no one would hear.
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
There’s still more to come. 😃
(This is not the final draft.)
Set in New York City.
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Soundtrack.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
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iTunes Playlist Link::
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My new novel:
B♭ (B-flat)
Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
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3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
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波打ち際まで。
( FUJIFILM GFX50R shot )
本須賀海岸。九十九里浜。山武市。千葉県。日本。2025. … 1 / 1
(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）
Images:
Geoffroy … No Calls Before Noon
youtu.be/Sua7LOBd9x4?si=vczU4fV0pMY6xrMN
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
第16弾。 😄
以下は、まだ初稿の段階です。まだ推敲します。
重要な部分は公開していません。
公開している内容の順番はバラバラです。
(もちろん最終稿ではありません。)
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
夜の帳が低く下り始めたサンフェルナンドバレーの住宅街を、ケビン・モリの車は滑るように進んでいた。窓の外には夏の夜の熱気が立ち上り、路面からはまだ昼の光を吸い込んだアスファルトが、赤黒い光の反射を散らしている。移民税関捜査局（ICE）の職員としての彼の一日は、すでにその夜も続いていた。助手席の書類は微かに揺れ、そこに積まれた命令や報告書は、この一日の決断が生身の人々の生活にどう影響するかを、冷たく問いかけていた。
ラジオ無線がかすかに雑音を混ぜながら作動し、別の車両との連絡が飛び込んだ。
「確認、住宅街ルート異常なし。熱気のため住民注意」
「了解、次はダウンタウンへの侵入確認」――言葉は簡潔で、しかし背後には重くのしかかる責任が潜んでいた。助手席の彼はその声に耳を傾け、部下たちの緊張や疲労、日々の恐怖を想像する。
静かな住宅街の家々が、街路灯の光に浮かんでいた。窓に灯る温かい光は家族の生活を、庭に揺れる木々は夏の匂いを、しかしその光景はケビンにとって、守るべき対象であり、同時に判断の重さを思い知らせる舞台でもあった。
フリーウェイに合流すると、他の車のヘッドライトが海のように波打ち、遠くのダウンタウンのビル群が夜空に鋭く突き出す。空気は熱を帯び、車内のエアコンでは追いつかない湿気が肌にまとわりつく。助手席のスマートフォンに届くメッセージは冷たく光り、緊急事態や現場からの報告が短く、しかし命を握る重さを帯びて彼の視界に入った。
通勤路の間、ケビンは無意識に目を細め、夏の夜の色彩を読み取ろうとした。ネオンの赤やオレンジ、信号の緑が交錯し、遠くの山並みや海岸線の輪郭がぼんやりと浮かんでいる。車内の鏡に映る自分の顔は、疲労と責任の影で微かに歪み、部下たちや街の人々の目に映る自分の姿を想像した。
夜の住宅街を抜け、ダウンタウンに近づくと、車列は赤い光の帯となり、通勤ラッシュの喧騒とは別の、緊張の波を帯びた流れに変わる。通行人の足音、遠くで鳴る救急車のサイレン、海風に混じる排気ガスの匂いが、都市の生の現実を告げている。
車内の会話は最小限に抑えられる。助手席の部下は無言でスマートフォンを操作し、報告書や地図をチェックする。無線が作動するたび、言葉は短く、しかしそれぞれの一語には誰かの生活を左右する重みが宿っていた。
オフィスに到着すると、駐車場には同僚の車が整然と並び、エンジン音やタイヤの振動が微かな呼応を見せていた。夜風が窓から入り込み、紙や書類をかすかに揺らした。その音さえ、責任の重さを耳に伝える鼓動のように聞こえてくる。
建物内に入ると、冷房の風が肌に触れ、深夜の静けさと相まって、空間に緊張を張り巡らせる。廊下を歩くたび、足音が冷たく反響し、壁に貼られた注意書きや掲示板の文字が微かに光を受け、日々の任務とその果てにある現実を思い出させた。
会議室に入ると、部下たちの目が彼を見つめ、報告書がテーブルの上で微かに揺れた。熱気を帯びた夏の空気はエアコンと混ざり、紙の端を微かに波立たせる。誰もが沈黙の中に緊張を抱え、今日の判断が遠く離れた誰かの生活をどう変えるかを知っていた。
会議が始まると、無線から入る情報がリアルタイムで伝わり、部下たちの視線が交錯する。数字や報告書の行間には必ず生身の人間が存在し、その命を守るか、あるいは危険に晒すかを決定するのが自分だと彼らは認識するのだ。
深夜まで続く会議、現場との通信、書類の整理、部下の指示。夜の街は夏の熱気で光を歪め、ネオンの光がオフィスの窓に反射してちらついていた。その光景を見ながら、ケビンは一日の重みを胸に刻んでいた。
帰路につく頃、通勤路の光景は昼間とは違う表情を見せる。街灯に浮かぶ影、ネオンの赤い反射、海風に混じる排気ガスの匂い、遠くの山影が夜空に溶ける。そのすべてが、今日の決断の結果を静かに告げていた。
助手席の書類を確認し、深呼吸をひとつついた。夏の夜風が窓を通り抜け、肌に触れる。ケビンの胸には責任感と孤独感が重くのしかかるが、それでも次の一歩を踏み出す力を与える、都市の息遣いが確かにあった。
夜の光の中、ケビンは夏のロサンゼルスを車で駆け抜ける。無線の声、部下たちの緊張、オフィスの冷房、ネオンの光、海風の匂い、遠くの救急車のサイレン――それらすべてが絡み合い、今日一日の記憶として刻まれていく。車内での沈黙と対話、街の静けさと喧騒、光と影の交錯が、彼の心に都市の立体的な地図を描き、ICE職員としての孤独と責任を鮮明にしていた。
夏の夜が更け、家路につく道すがら、助手席の書類を握り締め、深夜の街灯に浮かぶ自分の影を見つめながら、彼はこの街の声に耳を澄ませる。光の反射、熱気の揺らぎ、遠くで鳴るサイレン、住宅街の静けさ――それらすべてが、ケビンの胸に責任と孤独を刻み込んだ。
ケビンが自宅の扉を押し開けると、夜の熱気はわずかに後退し、リビングの冷えた空気が迎えるように流れ込んできた。書類を手から放り投げ、束ねられた紙の重みがテーブルに小さな衝撃を与え、乾いた音を響かせて静けさの中に沈んだ。
彼の肩にのしかかっていた一日の重さが、わずかながらその音に吸い取られたかのように思えた。
しかし、その安堵の瞬間は、見えない振動に触れるかのようにすぐに揺らぎへと変わっていった。家の奥から、微かなきしみが生まれた。木材が互いに軋むような、しかしどこか楽器の弦を爪弾くような響きであった。ケビンは耳を澄まし、しかし次の瞬間にはそれがただの疲労による幻聴ではないかと思った。
空気がわずかに震えた。テーブルにあった飲みかけのグラスの水面がかすかに揺れ、光を帯びて波紋を広げた。その波紋は小さくも確かに、家全体の内部に潜む力と呼応しているかのようであった。壁にかけられた額縁が斜めにずれた。ガラス越しの写真の中で、笑顔を浮かべる人影が、わずかに歪んで見えた。
ケビンは胸の奥にざらついた感覚を覚え、視線を天井へ向けた。天井板の奥で梁が共鳴し合い、低い唸り声のような音を放っていた。それは自然に生まれたものではなく、あらかじめ設計された響きの連鎖のように感じられた。建築を学んだ者ならば知る、木と鉄とコンクリートの呼応だ。その呼応が、今ここで一つの方向へと収束しようとしていた。
床板が低く唸り、足裏に伝わる微細な震えとなった。外の街路灯の光がカーテン越しに入り込み、部屋を淡い橙色で満たしていた。その光さえもわずかに揺らめき、倒壊の予兆を映すかのように見えた。家全体が呼吸をしているように膨らみ、そして収縮する。まるで見えない心臓が脈打ち、その鼓動に合わせて梁や柱が響きを返しているかのようであった。
ケビンは両手を膝に置き、動くことなく耳を澄ました。天井の奥で響く音は、もはや偶然のきしみではなかった。規則性をもって増幅し、やがて低い波となって部屋全体に広がった。壁紙がわずかに裂け目を見せ、薄暗い亀裂がその奥から姿を現した。亀裂は細い線にすぎなかったが、確かに広がりを孕んでいた。
グラスの中の水が震え、その表面に映る街灯の光が細かく砕けた。外の夜風が窓を揺らし、金属の留め具がかすかな音を立てた。それに呼応するかのように、梁の唸りが一段と強くなった。その瞬間、家全体がひとつの楽器と化したように、共鳴音を放った。空気の震えが耳の奥を打ち、体内の血流と混ざり合うように感じられた。
ケビンは胸に手を当てた――だが、自分の鼓動と建物の鼓動が重なり、境界が失われていくのを感じた。壁に走った亀裂が光を呑み込み、闇の線となった。
梁が深く軋み、鈍い音を吐き出した。それは重力の命令であり、逃れられぬ下方への召喚であった。ガラス窓が粉々に砕け、夜の街の光が断片となって飛び散った。家具が跳ね、本が崩れ落ち、テーブルが傾いた。
そして――天井が裂け、崩れ落ちた。轟音は街路灯の光さえ震わせ、粉塵が一気に立ち上った。世界は白く濁り、息が奪われる。
ケビンの体もまた、梁や柱と同じ流れに組み込まれていった。彼は立ち尽くし、あるいは倒れ、あるいは引き裂かれ――だが、恐怖ではなく、奇妙な安堵を感じていた。家と共に、自分もまた一つの楽章の終わりとして沈むのだと。
逃げるべきものはなく、守るべき書類も責任も、いまや粉塵の中に溶けていく。
梁が折れ、柱が潰れ、床が裂ける。
そのすべてと同時に、彼の骨も、血も、声も、無数の破片となって夜の空気に散った。崩壊は暴力ではなく、むしろ緻密に設計された楽曲の終章であった。ケビンという存在も、ひとつの音符としてその中に含まれ、やがて静寂に吸い込まれた。
粉塵が沈み、静寂が戻る。
瓦礫の中にケビンの姿はもはやなかった。
ただ、崩れた梁の影が、彼の名残のように横たわっているだけであった。
遠くで犬が吠え、救急車のサイレンが夜を割った。
都市の呼吸は再び続いていたが、ケビンの呼吸はもう戻らなかった。
夜の街に残されたのは、崩壊の余韻と、誰にも届かぬ静かな死の記憶だけだった。
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
舞台はニューヨークです。
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Soundtrack.
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追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
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メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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"At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want."
Lao Tzu
Listening to Shine by Aswad
Shot from Nikon D300. Lens 105mm Micro Nikkor, f/5.6. ISO 320. Manual Focus.
Processing: Adobe Photoshop: Several adjustment layers and curves for the muted-ness :D
Hello. It's been a while, quite a while actually. As some of you know, i'm now working fulltime as a teacher. To have a fulltime work and an anxiety from hell have made it hard for me to have time and energy for my photography, i also have performance requirements, about how i'm teaching but also with my photography work. There is no good enogh for me. (Well THERE IS but i have a hard time with it).
But today i have two photos for you. I actually did overcome my fear of "i don't know what i'm doing". And enjoyed expressing myself again. This is my language.
Occoquan National Wildlife Refuge, Woodbridge, Virginia
Holga 120N, Ilford Delta 400
"Wilderness areas are first of all a series of sanctuaries for the primitive arts of wilderness travel, especially canoeing and packing. I suppose some will wish to debate whether it is important to keep these primitive arts alive. I shall not debate it. Either you know it in your bones, or you are very, very old." ~ Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There
Not knowing exactly what I wanted to do with the mantle beneath our TV - and knowing it had to be kept low to avoid blocking the screen - I opted for this simple display. When I placed the two seals at either end of the garland . . . my husband (Doctor Doolittle) said; "Oh that's perfect . . two "Christmas Seals". Of course I gave him that "look". Isn't that what wives are supposed to do? *LOL
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Knowing I'd promised my mum a good going over her garden while visiting the other weekend, the only chance I'd get for a walk before heading home would be an early one!
With the sun just risen I headed for a route I used as a child and in those days it seemed a right excursion out of the village, in my 'grown up' state Google maps informed me I'd walk there in 16 minutes 🙈
God's word｜VII Classic Words on Knowing God Himself , the Unique
70. How many creatures are there living and reproducing in the vast expanse of the universe, following the law of life over and over, adhering to one constant rule. Those who die take with them the stories of the living, and those who are living repeat the same tragic history of those who have died. And so mankind can’t help but ask itself: Why do we live? And why do we have to die? Who is in command of this world? And who created this mankind? Was mankind really created by Mother Nature? Is mankind really in control of its own fate? … For thousands of years mankind has asked these questions, over and over again. Unfortunately, the more that mankind has become obsessed with these questions, the more of a thirst he has developed for science. Science offers brief gratification and temporary enjoyment of the flesh, but is far from sufficient to free mankind of the solitariness, loneliness, and barely-concealed terror and helplessness deep within his soul. Mankind merely uses scientific knowledge that the naked eye can see and the brain can comprehend to anesthetize his heart. Yet such scientific knowledge cannot stop mankind from exploring mysteries. Mankind does not know who is the Sovereign of all things in the universe, much less does he know the beginning and future of mankind. Mankind merely lives, perforce, amidst this law. None can escape it and none can change it, for among all things and in the heavens there is but One from everlasting to everlasting who holds sovereignty over everything. He is the One who has never been beheld by man, the One whom mankind has never known, in whose existence mankind has never believed, yet He is the One who breathed the breath into mankind’s ancestors and gave life to mankind. He is the One who supplies and nourishes mankind for its existence, and guides mankind up to the present day. Moreover, He and He alone is whom mankind depends on for its survival. He holds sovereignty over all things and rules all living beings beneath the universe. He commands the four seasons, and it is He who calls forth wind, frost, snow, and rain. He gives mankind sunshine and brings the coming of night. It was He who laid out the heavens and earth, providing man with mountains, lakes and rivers and all the living things within them. His deed is everywhere, His power is everywhere, His wisdom is everywhere, and His authority is everywhere. Each of these laws and rules is the embodiment of His deed, and every one of them reveals His wisdom and authority. Who can exempt themselves from His sovereignty? And who can discharge themselves from His designs? All things exist beneath His gaze, and moreover, all things live beneath His sovereignty. His deed and His power leave mankind with no choice but to acknowledge the fact that He really does exist and holds sovereignty over all things. No other thing apart from Him can command the universe, much less can it ceaselessly provide for this mankind.
from “Man Can Only Be Saved Amidst the Management of God” in The Word Appears in the Flesh
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Knowing others is Intelligence, knowing yourself is true Wisdom. Mastering others is strength, mastering yourself is true Power. (Words from Tao)
knowing only the northern Steiermark, one of the federal states of Austria, we wanted to see the famous and beautiful capital Graz and the southern parts of the Steiermark... and met relaxed pupils just before their holidays started
"Well if you feel uncomfortable at any stage just let me know" all the while knowing that I was going to be uncomfortable myself all the way up this slope. The weather was now getting pretty wild and the visability dissapearing. I was on the fence on this one and offered to turn back again. Might as well keep going hey...Rod's reply to my offering him an out.
There was only one thing to do now. Upwards! We dumped the packs and took only the climbing gear and some water to save weight, energy, and time. Now this is why I had done the course the previous year. There's nothing quite like testing yourself against the elements and feeling that pump of adrenalin when the first foot steps forwards. This is it. The final test.
We moved on the slope and the terrain continued to get steeper, but the snow conditions were good and the axe felt solid. Our legs and arms didn't feel quite so solid but we pushed on. Occasionally I would cut a stance so we could rest, this was one of those moments. However, while cutting one particular stance the point end of my axe cut through my pants. In my anxious and tired state I unleashed a fury of swings into the icy snow and yelled my frustrations into the wind. I could almost feel the summit slipping away.
Despite the steep terrain and exposure my thoughts were fixated on the rock step up above. It seemed too risky and on the dodgy rock I was really apprehensive. But at this stage it was shrouded in cloud. Out of sight but not out of mind.
Everyone knows that this is an elephant! Right? But not everyone knows that there are different species of elephants. Until just a few years ago, it was generally accepted that there were two species of elephants, African and Asian, and that these were differentiated into subspecies. Genetic evidence, however, would suggest differently. Asian elephants are found predominantly in Southeast Asia and India. Evidence suggests that they differentiated from African elephants millions of years ago. African elephants, of which there are two types, bush and forest, were originally thought to be subspecies. Studies in 2010 seem to show that they, too, are separate species that branched off at about the same time as the Asian elephant. This African Bush Elephant is the largest terrestrial animal in the world. The forest elephant is smaller, and resides predominantly in the Congo. No matter where they reside, elephants seem to demonstrate intelligence and emotion that is a characteristic off all species. #iLoveNature #iLoveWildlife #WildlifePhotography in #Tanzania #Nature in #Africa #Elephants #BushElephants #Canon #DrDADBooks #Bringit #Photography #Picoftheday #Photooftheday
A walk this morning around the fields of my village - always a pleasure and always things to see. How lucky am I?
EDITED ON FEBRUARY 6, 2021
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(Geonosis, a few minutes after Black Moon Squad enters the tower)
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"Commander, the droids have us outnumbered! We're running low on ammunition and cover! What are your orders?!"
"Keep fighting, Flash! We just got to hold out 'til Kydan and his men get here!"
"Copy that, ma'am!"
'If he gets here in time, that is...', the blonde haired Jedi Knight woman though to herself, before deflecting an energy blast back with her green bladed lightsaber.
Down below the sixth floor within the research tower, Rilicia and her squad, White Claw, had breached the large room of what little cargo there was left, having defeated some B1 Battle Droids and B2 Super Battle Droids in the vicinity. They had all just begun to head towards the next set of stairs to the seventh floor before being entrapped within the cargo bay, the door before them sealed off. To make matters worth, the reinforcements that were suppose to aid the other droid forces earlier had finally caught up to them; containing B1 Battle Droids, B2 Super Battle Droids, a few, but deadly, Droidekas and one single DSD1 Dwarf Spider Droid, all charging up to them all, pinning them back to take cover.
Rilicia thought that it was a nightmare. "Boomer, we need that Spider Droid gone!"
"Working on it, commander!" Boomer cried out, rushing to reload his rocket launcher in hand. After a few seconds, he lifts the launcher in the air and aims it right at the droid, using the automatic targeting computer for better success.
"Suck on this, you clanker!"
Pulling the trigger, the missile launches out from the rocket launcher, flying right towards the Spider Droid at high speed. With little time to react, the missile makes a clean hit, creating a massive explosion that engulfed almost the entire droid itself, destroying both the Spider Droid, one Super Battle Droid and a couple Battle Droids that had been around it.
Boomer places the rocket launcher down before cheering out loud. "Ha ha! Take that, you junkies!"
"Good work Boomer, that takes ca-," Rilicia paused for a brief moment before looking at her other clone soldier, Wilow, who had just taken down a simple battle droid. When she saw the Super Battle droid aim its wrist blaster at him, she cried out, "Wilow, get down!"
"Wha-!" Before Wilow could even finish whatever he was going to say, he felt the sudden, burning stings in his chest plate, multiple shots piercing right through him. "GAH!"
Rilicia winced and mourned the death of her fellow trooper, who had dropped to the ground. But even though she had lost her fellow trooper, that wasn't gonna stop her from defeating the droid forces. She and her squad had come too far to surrender and lay down their lives now. They had to hold this position!
She looked behind her to one of her other troopers, who was currently slicing his way through the control panel next to the sealed door. "Hacker! How's it coming with that door?!"
"Its taking a little longer than I would have hoped ma'am," he replied, just pulling two small blue and black wires out as it caused it to spark. "I don't know how much longer it'll take to get her open!"
Rilicia sighed silently in annoyance. She wasn't mad with Hacker, but more with their current situation before them all. "Then work as fast as you can! Otherwise, those droids will call for reinforcements! And frankly, we don't have enough ammunition or men for that!"
"Copy that, Commander! I'm on it!"
"Hang on boys! Droidekas incoming!"
As soon as she turned her attention back to the droids, two large, brown metallic machines, known as Droidekas, rolled into the fray of the battle, deploying themselves right beside the remaining Super Battle Droids as they began to blast away at the remaining clones and Jedi commander. If that wasn't enough; one of the remaining Super Battle Droids was able to hit one of the soldiers, named Kuros, gunning the clone right down to the ground just as the last droid had done to Willow earlier. They were all beginning that this was the final line of defense; either kill or be killed.
Dodging the incoming gunfire from the opposite side, Flash ducks beside next to Boomer and behind his commander. "I don't think we can hold out much longer commander! We're down to three men!"
Although she hated to admit it, Lieutenant Flash was right. Their entire squad was now slimmed down to three men. It was now up to Flash, Boomer, Hacker, and herself to survive and hold the line. Even though the odds were against them, they had no other choice. This was their final stand alright, and they all knew it.
"...Then we'll go down by taking them with us, Lieutenant." She looks to the rest of her remaining soldiers around her, who were all looking at her awaiting her final order as their leader. "White Claw Squadron, take out as many as you can! No mercy!"
"Sir, yes ma'am!" They all shouted as Flash, Boomer, and even Hacker all picked themselves out from their cover and began to open fire at the droid forces, hoping to take down whatever they can with them. Rilicia jumped out of her own cover, igniting her green saber and started to deflect the incoming fire from the Super Battle Droids and droidekas.
As the entire squadron made their final attempts against the droids, from behind the droid enemy, a few unknown blue energy shots are heard and seen from behind, taking out two of the five Super Battle Droids. Then, out of one of the droidekas that was continuing to barrage the clones and Jedi with its ray shield on surrounding it, slowly begins to float in midair as the shield itself deactivates and all shots from it was ceased to a halt.
None of them knew what was happening, but the clones stopped firing at the droids, taking cover once again and only poking their helmets out to look beyond the battlefield. Even Rilicia was totally confused to what was happening, as well.
She looked at the droids dumbfounded. "What the blazes...?"
Taking a moment to see what was causing the droids to act weird and stop firing at them, Flash looked behind the enemy to see if the source of their actions was the case. When he did, he realized what was happening. "Ma'am, look!"
In an instant, the droideka was flung right towards the right, smashing into the metal wall as it somewhat exploded and sparked simultaneously, falling back onto the steel floor with a thud. From behind the droids was but Kydan and Black Moon Squad, rushing towards them as they began to focus all their efforts on the remaining droids before them all.
Kydan activates his purple blade, pointing the saber directly at the droids. "Alright boys, take them out!"
As the last of his words escaped his lips. each one chose to target the last droideka as they caught it off guard, creating enough it could make a full turn around. With just the right amount of attacks, the droideka was too vulnerable and utterly was shredded away from the gunfire shots.
Meanwhile, Kydan chose to pursue one of the last Super Battle Droids while Rilicia took the chance to attack the other from behind, both of them slicing each droid's arms off and cutting them in half at the exact same time.
As the two collapsed tot he ground in pieces, White Claw made a cheer of victory as they knew the battle was finally over. Rilicia, sighing in relief, turns her gaze towards Kydan with a bright smile. She was so glad that they came in the nick of time, but was also worried about them when they attacked the tower outside earlier. Though, she was overjoyed that he was okay.
"Kydan!" She rushed up to him before coming to a halt in front of him, forcefully restraining herself to not hug him. "Thank the Force your alright! We thought your team was wiped out."
"We thought the same about you guys when we couldn't make any contact with you," Kydan admitted, a small smile forming on his lips. "But, thanks to Scanner, he was able to locate where you and your squad were. If he hadn't, we would have never got here in time. I'm just glad your safe, Rilicia."
Rilicia was slightly caught off from his last comment, a small blush appearing on her cheek bones. Hoping to avoid the embarrassment, she smiled and replied back, "Well, I'm glad your safe too Kydan. Thanks for saving me and my team."
Kydan blushed back, rubbing the back of his neck in his own embarrassment with a small chuckle. "O-Oh, j-just doing my job as a Jedi."
Not fully understanding what was going on between their two commanders, Flash and R.S. approached them both, their helmets being held between their arms. Flash spoke up first, "Commanders, Hacker just finished hacking through the main door. Area is secured and are ready to proceed to the labs on your orders."
"Excellent. What is our loses Leuitenant?" Rilicia questioned them.
"We lost Wilow and Curos in the battle. We're down to three men in the squad ma'am. Our squad is down to a task force, and we don't have enough numbers to overrun the tower. Any ideas, ma'am?"
It was true, their numbers have dwindled to only a small task force all because of her actions. She should be feeling guilt for the whole outcome, but knew that it wouldn't help her if she started to blame herself. She then murmurs to herself, not satisfied with it all. "This might be harder than I expected..."
Kydan understood what she meant. Being under the command of many lives was very challenging, and it's difficult to figure out if you will carry out the right or wrong orders during the battles before and after. It wasn't very pleasant.
With a broad grin, Kydan spoke up. "Well, I guess it's a good thing you have us then, huh Rilicia?"
"Still, who knows how much tougher it's gonna be when we reach the labs. If Eclipse is still there, he'll definitely be ready for us."
Kydan's grin grows even more, "Then we'll use that to our advantage. Flash, you and your men have any thermal detonators left?"
When Kydan looked to the rest of White Claw Squadron, he saw the three clones searching through their plastic white pouches and backpacks for any detonators they had left. Fortunately for them, each one of them was carrying one each.
Flash and his men showed the commander their last grenades. "Uh, yes sir. Each of us have at least one. But if you don't mind me asking; why?"
"Cause, Lieutenant, we're gonna need to be blowing ourselves a new 'entrance'?"
"Uh...'new entrance', sir?"
He chuckles at the soldier. "You'll understand once we get in there."
Rilicia just giggles from Kydan's comment, while Flash just tilted his head in an utterly confused state. With a simple smirk, Kydan turns his attention to Rilos, Scanner and Hopper who were just approaching them all.
"Rilos? I need you and the rest of the team to secure and hold this position until we get back. There's no telling what or when the droids will be coming back."
"Understood sir," Rilos replied, both he and his men cocking their weapons. "We'll contact you if we see any droids in the vicinity."
"Good man," the young Jedi nodded with a smile. He turns to Rilicia and her men, his smile not faltering in the slightest. "Alright, lets get in there and capture that Mandalorian."
"Lets just hope we're not too late," Rilicia hoped as she, Kydan and the team rushed out of the room and through the corridors of the tower, leaving the rest to protect the area for escape.
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(Ten minutes after losing contact with droid forces...)
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Inside the laboratory, droid unit K-17, ex-assistant droid of Alurak, scrambles across the entire lab in preparations for the enemies' arrival. With one last objective left to accomplish, K17 quickly contacts its master, revealing a small blue silhouette appears before it.
"My lord, our reinforcements have all been eliminated below the lab," K-17 addresses, "We no longer have reinforcements available."
'It is of little concern,' the mysterious man replies to the droid, unfazed by the news. 'We have accomplished what we needed here. Do what you can to keep the Jedi and Republic away from our mission. We do not need any interference.'
"Understood, sir," K-17 said, nodding its head. "We'll hold them here."
As the hologram projecting the silhouette disappears in front of K-17, the two battle droids that are guarding the doorway to the lab start to hear a small knocking noise from the other side of the room. The one on the left notices the noise as it looks, first, to the door and then back at it's counterpart.
"Did you hear that?" It asked the other droid.
"I didn't hear anything," the other replied, slightly shaking it's thin stick-like head. "You must be hearing things again."
The droid looks to the door. "I could have sworn I heard something. It sounded like a knock."
"Your sensors must be malfunctioning again," the other said to it. "You should head down to repairs later, get yourself a che-"
Before the droid could finish it's sentence, they both suddenly start hearing a small, quiet beeping noise from the other side. This time, both of them looked to the door, utterly confused as to what the sound is.
"What is that sound?"
"Sounds like some sort of 'beeping' noise."
"Wait a minute...isn't that what they call a-"
"Get back!" a man's voice shouted from the other side of the metal doorway.
Immediately, the two droids looked at one another with concerned voices, "Uh-oh..." With that, the doorway in front of them shattered into multiple pieces, blasting off across the laboratory, striking at few of the droids that were protecting the room as they broke into piles of scrap metal.
K-17 picked itself up from hiding underneath the panel, slightly shaken from the surprise attack, before seeing a handful of clones rushing into the room, followed by none other but Kydan and Rilicia who both had their swords ignited into pure energy blades.
The droid assistant coward backwards slowly as it started shouting commands to the remaining three battle droids and the single super battle droid in the room. "Don't just stand there! Blast them already!"
But before the droids could even retaliate against their foes, Flash and his clone brothers were far too quick on the draw as they all gunned down the four security droid guards in the room, leaving only K-17 alone without any droid support or reinforcements to depend on. The clones and the two young Jedi all had their blades and blasters directed at the droid assistant, who was now terrified as it could be.
Not knowing what to do, the droid raised it's thin metal arms in the air slowly as he spoke, "Uh...I...surrender myself?" But as it's words left its voice box, Boomer had taken the shot first, piercing a clean energy blast right between the droid's memory band and eyes. With that, the droid assistant collapsed onto the ground, shutting itself down permanently.
Flash shook his head slightly at Boomer, "Couldn't resist, could ya' brother?"
"What? Like that droid was gonna talk," Boomer shrugged innocently and truthfully, causing half of the team to slightly chuckle.
"So much for meeting with the assassin himself," Rilicia said in disappointment. "He must have escape the tower the moment we all breached inside."
"Well if anything, we can see if he left anything valuable for us to take back for Republic Intelligence," Kydan replied in a hopeful matter, strolling up to one of the computer panels in the center. "So let's get to work, and fast."
"Right. Flash, have the others guard the door while we hack into the computer main frames. We don't want to have anymore surprises left in this place."
"Copy that, ma'am."
As Flash, Boomer, R.S. and Hopper stayed near the exploded doorway watching for any droid reinforcements to start marching to them, Kydan, Rilicia and Hacker got to work on trying to slice through the mainframes of what was Alurak's personal files.
Fifteen minutes passes as Kydan, Rilicia and Hacker continue to slice through the mainframes for any information about Alurak or any other important documents on what the Separatist were doing here. So far, however, none of them were making much progress.
"Anything yet Rilicia?" Kydan sighed as he looked over his shoulder for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the mainframe.
"I got...nothing. How about you Hacker?"
Hacker shook his head in a 'no' fashion. "Nothing. Its looks like he wiped out everything inside the computers before he left the tower. He knew that we would come."
"Which was why that droid assistant stayed behind, so he could have insurance of wiping out the data..." Kydan's frustration was building up slowly, but just made it worse when he smashed his fisted hands on the computer in front of him. "Karabast!"
Noticing and sensing his frustration, Rilicia approaches him and places a delicate hand on his shoulder to try to calm him down, as well as comfort him at the same time. "Relax Kydan. No need to get all worked up about it. Besides, there's always a next time. When we meet him again, we'll be more than ready."
Reluctantly, Kydan knew that she was right. She was always right, as a matter of fact. True, it wasn't a complete lost just yet. They still have a mission to finish, and that's what he was going to do. Complete the mission and go home, simple as that.
Exhaling some air as he collected himself calmly, he smiles to her. "You're right, Rilicia. I shouldn't let my anger get the better of me. That's not what a Jedi would let happen, and I shouldn't give into it so easy. I appreciate it a lot. Thank you."
A small pink blush appears on her cheeks as she gives him a gentle and sincere smile. But then she lets a frown to form on her lips as she lets go of his shoulder, obviously causing some confusion to her young Jedi friend. Friend, that was what they were right now. But somewhere, deep down in her heart, she wanted something...more. Of course she knew that it was forbidden in the Jedi Order, in fact, it was severe punishment for having such an attachment like that! But she knew that she had to tell him, and right now was the time. The more she keeps hold onto the feeling, the more it will eat at her. And the more she waits will be the day when it will be too late.
Taking a large, deep breath to try and calm herself, she looks to Kydan in the eyes as her own eyes shine in the bright light that was directly above her. That same small blush she had now turning to a lingering shaded red. "Kydan? There's...there's something I need to tell you."
Kydan cocked his head a bit, still unsure of what was going on with her. "Sure, what is it?"
Taking a moment adjust herself, she takes another deep breath before choosing her words correctly. "Kydan, we've been through so much all these years. We've known each other since we were just younglings, and on the day we met at the funeral in the Jedi Temple. And, throughout all that time, I can always remember the best times we had going on missions together. And I remember all the amazing things we've done together as we grown up, and none of that has left me to this day. In fact...I don't want those times to end anytime soon..."
Still not understanding what she was trying to say, he urges her to continue. "What are you trying to say, Rilicia?"
"W-What I'm trying to say is...um, well...what I'm trying to say exactly is...is that...I..."
"Go on..."
"I...Kydan, I lo-"
Just before she could finally complete her sentence to him, Flash approaches them from the doorway. His body language was giving them both an obvious worry and concern. "Commanders, we've been trying to contact Rilos and the rest of his squad, but there hasn't been any response."
Kydan's eyes widen as his concern peaked. It wasn't normal for a clone to not respond back when being contacted. He has a strong feeling that something is definitely wrong. "Something must have happened to them. We need to get back down to the cargo area and check on them. There's nothing left for us to do here, anyhow."
"Yes sir! Let's move White Claw Squad!"
The clones of White Claw all not in compliance to their sergeant's orders, all of them moving into the hallway. Kydan was close behind them, just making his way out before he looked over his shoulder to see Rilicia had not moved an inch from her spot. He could see disappointment and, what appeared to be, sadness written across her entire face. Her eyes looked more glassy than before, much more than from before.
Concern washed over him quickly, not really knowing what to say to her. "Rilicia, is everything alright?"
Snapping out of her own sadness, she looks to Kydan who was staring at her with his concerned expression. She didn't want him to see her sadness, let alone her disappointment. She was a Jedi Knight, and a Jedi does not look weak to anyone, especially their closest friends. Doing he best to hide her expression, she immediately changes her mood rubbing her glassy eyes with her sleeve. "Y-Yeah, I'm good. Let's get moving!"
Brushing past him as fast as her legs could bare, her last expression of sadness returns as she tries her best to hide her face from Kydan and the clones before her. Kydan looked to Rilicia for a moment when the clones looked to him in question. He shrugs at them in response, not really knowing what was going on with her. With that, he and the others follow behind the young Jedi Knight as they make haste back to the cargo bay.
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I hope all of you enjoyed the third part of the "Star Wars The Jedi Mercenary" series so far. And like I have said last time, these next chapters were taken back years ago so we are very sorry that they aren't perfect. But I still hope you have enjoyed them nonetheless.
But, putting all that aside, I hope you can all give us your thoughts and feedback about hope the series is so far by giving this and the other chapters either a comment and/or fave. if we're asking too much, then just reading them for yourself is good too. Anyways, Thank you all for the countless support, and as always, have a fan-building-tastic day/night ! See ya' in the next one!
- Director K.W.
Knowing a westbound was about to leave Rock siding, I scooted up to Randolph Wi. where there is a trust bridge over the WSOR. I've wanted a shot at this location for some time! After waiting over an hour, the train shows up just as a cloud is drifts in.:-(. It was a small one but... I got the consolation prize of it crossing over Cemetery Rd. Oh well.