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A small glimpse of my mother's bookcase, well...one of my mother's bookcases. A lifetime of research and knowledge is found here.
Fujifilm Klasse W, Fuji Natura 1600.
It was 3 in the morning and I was out again heading over to J's place since my apartment got trashed by some asshole hitman. The instant I walk into his house a nasty smell I know well enough hits me at a time I want nothing to do with it. We spend the next 30 minutes cleaning up the mess J made of his attacker and lazily putting paper towels over the stains he left on the floorboards. I don't really remember what happened next. I just woke up in J's bed in the afternoon. I got into his living room and he's there with another thing I don't wanna see; Roger Fucking Haines. He was there to track the signal from the walkie-talkie I took off the assassin from last night. He asks for the walkie-talkie, calling me a schoolgirl again. I hand it to him while trying not rip his throat out. He takes it and wires it to his cellphone. He makes a call, and a familiar voice blares through the static of the walkie-talkie. Bane.
"Speak, brother. Where are you? It's been far too long, have you achieved your mission. Brother? Brother!!"
Haines disconnects the walkie-talkie from his cellphone, then throws the walkie-talkie hard against the wall, breaking it. He looks at his cellphone, and says "South Sewage Treatment" before just walking right out on us. The South Gotham Sewage Treatment plant. It's been abandoned for a while. I only know because I saw in the news that it's gonna get torn down a year in place for some more office buildings or something. J and I instantly suit up and head out. When we arrive it's...what you'd expect. Old, abandoned, and being a sewage treatment plant it smells like shit. There was a very noticeable lack of Bane and his crew, though yet alot of their equipment was still here. Weapons, body armor, medkits, all perfectly fine and left here, like they all picked up and ran, which is exactly what they did. They knew we were coming when Roger tracked that Walkie-Talkie. Goddammit.... It only got worse when we went deeper into the plant. We found and old room full of computers, some weapons like a missile launcher and....pictures. Pictures of me and J. Not just Bloodfall, but me as in Linda Tate and J as in Jerrick Davao. He really found us out all on his own. I look through the computers and it gets even worse. There's easy stuff like DMV records, but it got creepier as I dug deeper, because the pictures of me on the wall just weren't enough. There was stuff like info on J's fabricated childhood in folders alongside newspaper articles of bodies of gang members found in alleys with their pockets cleaned out, or how J really spent his childhood. Then there was rent notices for my apartment, but the dates were around the time I was staying with J because I was too scared to live alone. In the same file was another news article about the first sighting of me as Bloodfall. Worst part was these were just small examples. This guy had pictures and info on J from his time in fucking military, information that's not even supposed to exist anymore. Bane found us out fair and square, and who knows how many of his guys know, too? As of now this isn't even a war, now. This is an extermination, and Bane and his followers are the vermin. J and I leave the sewage treatment plant, but not before watching the Sky Slayer completely level it to ashes....
If you're a singer you lose your voice. A soccer player loses his leg. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he's good, the older he gets, the better he writes.
@ Page One
There is a famous Chinese proverb - my crappy translation:
"Seeking knowledge is like rowing a boat against the (water) current. If you don't move upstream, you will drop behind."
At the Paprihaven First Christian Church,* it's been a good Bible study...
"Excellent class, brother."
"Sure was. Man. Since God opened His word to me, I can't keep up."
"Haha! Like drinking from a fire hose!"
"So much knowledge, so much truth, and all of it overwhelming."
"Boop's?"
"Let's do it."
"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,
And the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding."
Proverbs 9:10
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
* Find it on the Paprihaven map!
One of a series of library education posters designed by Peabody Visual Aids in the 1930s and 1940s, which I salvaged from a throw-away pile at my library school in 2003. These were created under the supervision of visionary librarian Ruby Ethel Cundiff. bit.ly/qWQ3YD.
Many thanks to Gabriel Jaramillo at the Claremont Colleges Digital Library for the high-quality digitization.
Back cover of a 1958 Golden Library of Knowledge book about undersea life.
"The Sea: The Strange Animals and Plants of the Oceans." Adapted from the pages of Life Magazine; The Golden Library of Knowledge, Sterne, Elders and Lindsay, editiors. 1958, 1956, by Time, Inc.
At some point this picture was ranked #494 in Flickr Explore for Feb 15, 2009, according to Flagrant Disregard's Scout.
Stack of leather bound books with gold Arabic calligraphy on their spines, found at a book stall at the Muscat Festival 2009 at Qurm. As per the comments from Spiral Architect below, these are copies of the Quran (Koran), the holy book for Muslims, in a Pakistani style. There is a "Q" and a "K" in there - I can't read calligraphic Arabic, and standard Arabic only if there's an English equivalent to help me puzzle it out :)
Edit: I'm told it reads "Al Qur'an Al Kareem". The name of the Qur'an is always written in a calligraphic style as far as I have seen and the characters all have diacritics, unlike standard written Arabic, because it's religious writing.
I've been told that the Quran, as the word of god, should never have anything stacked on top of it. I guess it's OK if it's another Quran.
Had a nice little chat with this guy who is a volunteer at Standen, a lovely National Trust house and gardens. He spotted the Rolleiflex immediately and we spoke about old cameras and film for a bit. I asked if I could take his photo from the corridor as the light was fab, as I framed up this lady walked past me and started talking to him. He gave me a look as if to say "typical", I smiled and pressed the shutter.
Rolleiflex 3.5e
Schneider Kreuznach Xenotar 75mm f3.5
Kodak Tri-X
9 and three quarter minutes in Kodak D-76
Built for the sixth and seventh days of Rebellug's Vignweek. The prompt was 'Contrasting Reflections'. C&C always welcome, cya!
i couldn't believe my eyes.. that whole yellow section on the 2nd and 3rd shelves are ALL national geographics.
35mm
Ski Blue and Black Jackson Browne
My Books:
My book "Discover GUIMERÀ" (preview)
My book "Discover SANTA PAU" (preview)
My book "Discover BESALÚ" (preview)
In the calling out to one another
Of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
Of the seagulls circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound of the world where we played
And the far too simple beauty
Of the promises we made
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
Sky, sky blue and black
Where the touch of the lover ends
And the soul of the friend begins
There's a need to be separate
and a need to be one
And a struggle neither wins
Where you gave me the world I was in
And a place I could make a stand
I could never see how you doubted me
When I'd let go of your hand
Yeah, and I was much younger then
And I must have thought that I would know
If things were going to end
And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it'll never fold back
Sky blue and black
And I'd have fought the world for you
If I thought that you wanted me to
Or put aside what was true or untrue
If I'd known that's what you needed
What you needed me to do
But the moment has passed by me now
To have put away my pride
And just come through for you somehow
If you ever need holding
Call my name, I'll be there
If you ever need holding
And no holding back, I'll see you through
You're the color of the sky
Reflected in each store-front window pane
You're the whispering and the sighing
Of my tires in the rain
You're the hidden cost and
the thing that's lost
In everything I do
Yeah and I'll never stop looking for you
In the sunlight and the shadows
And the faces on the avenue
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
That's the way love is
Sky blue and black
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me as Patchouli Knowledge from Touhouvania (Koumajou Densetsu II)
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Hi, here is the surprise that I mentioned in my previous post.
One of the smartdoll-semireals that I like!
Monday or the other smartdoll-semireals don‘t match my taste but Knowledge and Dimension are awesome! She is very cute looks like an elf. I think she needs some cinnamon elf-ears 😂
⚠️#adbutnotpaid I do it to share my experience or because I like it.
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