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my most awesome companion, checking out the world through a lens.
and just for the record, those are my mittens.
:)
Apparently. My first time quilting, for dolly bed, and first time trying my hand at a tutu. Didn't really need reminding how much fun it is to be a grandmother, if I had tried to put my Daughter in a Tutu think she would have left home, happily two little granddaughters who will be enjoying them in their dressing up box. Want to make a Pirate outfit next, would love some ideas and tips if you have some please.
ODC - Lots of - pins, and love.
My late uncle (and mother) gave me this watch almost 10 years ago for my birthday. It is a reminder of the person he was, which was a survivor. He was told he had 6 months to live, but instead of giving up, he lived for another several years from his diagnosis. He made his time, and when I look at this watch it always reminds me doing just that.
Shot with 50mm Macro F2.8 and Extension Tube. Handheld
Explore #183 - October 13, 2009
Bart!
My wife got out her makeup kit and we sprinkled some sparkles onto a dinner plate.
Some post-processing in The GIMP
In Malawi, pregnancy and childbirth is a matter of life and death. One in 36 women die in childbirth compared to one in 4,600 in the UK.
Background
On 11 July 2012 the UK Government and the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation will host a groundbreaking summit to cut in half the current number of women and girls in the world’s poorest countries without access to contraception, but who wish to avoid pregnancy or space their children.
Every woman and girl deserves the opportunity to to determine her own future. Contraceptives give the world's poorest women the power to decide if and when to have another child.
Find out more at www.dfid.gov.uk/changinglives
To follow the London Summit on Family Planning visit www.dfid.gov.uk/fpsummit
Picture: Lindsay Mgbor/Department for International Development
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This is a home brew laser cutter I made from a pair of old flatbed scanners. It uses a ~200mW red laser diode from a DVD burner, installed in a focusing module and heat sink (the aluminum block in the top scanner) , and features a USB connected 2-axis driver board (board kit is from Chapp Inc.). The control software features a simple GUI that lets you create and save motion paths and provides indication of various machine states. The board/SW also supports over-travel limit and homing, plus it outputs a programmable PWM signal to control external devices. The laser can cut black paper and thin dark-colored plastic; black styro food trays from the deli cut nicely too.
i've gotten quite a few great shots of these little things lately. did you notice i changed my little logo type thing to 'rachel lynn photography?' might as well be professional, right?
All Rights Reserved © 2007 Malaysia
Model: Kimmy
Make up & Hairstyling: Me
Photo, Post Processing & Direction: Me
Wardrobe Stylist: Me
i dont really like the lighting on her face on this side. I will add a note so you guys can see that part. She looks like she got a white spot on her face. =/
Make :- Tata Motors in India
Model :- LP 1210/42
Coach Builder :- Ruby Coach Builders Ltd in India
Engine :- NA 692 DI (naturally aspirated ) 6 cylinders
Wheel Base :- 4225 mm
Front Overhang :- 1185 mm
Rear Overhang :- 1970 mm
Steering type :- Manual
Year of Manufacturing :- 1986
Date of Registration :- 30.07.1986
SLTB type :- C
Shifted to Dehiattakandita Depot fleet
Status :- Withdrawn
Information as at 13.08.2021
A build I did for a story written by my bro, Isaiah D. The story is below (it's pretty funny).
It all began with the rascally Horse Guards. Yes, I do declare, though I be one of them, the Intergalactic Horse Guards are always getting in the way of those trying to make an honest living. Well, as I said, it all started off when the Horse Guards came marching into town, spacesuits a-glittering, freeze rays and helmets shining in the morning light. I might as well say at once that I am, or was, at any rate, the master and owner of a decent size pawn shop – which some have most basely insinuated to consist entirely of stolen goods – in the recesses of the dark and narrow streets of Yavario. As a matter of course, it was not long until the newcomers, having finished their illustrious parade, began to look around for souvenirs and the like, and my entrepreneurial enterprise was not behind in serving its customers. After I had outrageously ripped off two or three Horse Guards, in marched their captain, demanding what sort of things were to be found there.
“I’ll say, sir,” I replied with a superb semblance of profound respect, “there isn’t much you can’t find in this my shop. Do these rock-shower shielding umbrellas interest you? Or maybe these gold detecting leather boots which-”
“Playing dumb, master thief?” he asked, leaping onto the table and grabbing my collar, “you know I want that steering wheel you stole off my spaceship last week while I was parked on the third moon of Satudzu...”
“The moon of Sa-what-su?” I queried. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I don’t have it but I could get it for... seven hundred?”
“Very funny. I'll tell you what. Get me that steering wheel before tomorrow or else,” and he uttered a shrill whistle which instantly brought in two or three Horse Guards.
“Come on,” I replied, “there’s got to be some sort of deal we can work out here.”
Before I could finish my proposal, a loud and shrill half meow half Indian war-hoop rang out. The faces of the Horse Guards and their captain blanched and they began to fumble with their weapons.
“El Gatto!” the captain whispered in a terror stricken undertone. “I only hope he hasn’t come for that steering wheel.”
I leaped up and clicked the button on the wall which opened a hidden safe, from which I pulled out the steering wheel. “Well,” I declared, “two thousand now or forever hold your vehicle steering wheel-less.”
“Wait a second,” replied the astonished captain, “didn’t you say seven hundred a minute ago?”
El Gatto strode into the shop. His eyes scanned the Horse Guards and their captain, and then rested on the steering wheel in my hands.
“Neat looking steerin' whel,” he yowled, “I could one o' those about now.” He winked at the captain, and began to walk towards me, while the Horse Guards could do nothing but gaze on in horror. I, however, was too fast for him. Pressing a button in the side of the wall, my five wheeled double motorcycle flew out and I leapt onto it with the steering wheel in my hand, while I crashed through the door of my shop. But this time, El Gatto was quicker than I, and he snatched it out of my hand and tore off in the other direction.
I turned back to the confounded Horse Guards. "Hey," their captain called to me, "I say, if you would agree to return me my steering wheel, I'll give you in the mean time the full power of a Horse Guard."
"A Horse Guard colonel?" I inquired.
"I was thinking more like a private," he replied, ''but I could change that to a lieutenant."
"A Colonel." I responded.
"Captain?"
"Colonel."
"Senior captain?"
"Senior Marshall."
"Deal. Oh, wait a second, did you just say Marshall?"
"A deal's a deal. And, I better be going." And with a wink I drove off after the thieving Gatto.
I sped along the direction he had gone, thinking about that steering wheel. To tell the truth, I had no idea that it was at all important when I had borrowed it, but had had some sort off feeling in my gut telling me it would be a good idea. And now, voila! I had suddenly become a Horse Guard senior Marshall, and was chasing the notorious Gatto for a steering wheel which in all probability contained some secret of tremendous import.
However, all too soon I came to the great divide - the place the road split in two, where, I knew, it would not come back together until I had rounded the entire planet. Had he gone left, or right - that was the question. So much depended on my taking the correct turn - the sweat began to pour down my face, and I slowly skidded to a halt at the juncture. The sign pointed to the left, but, for that matter, it always did. That pointed to the fact that El Gatto had gone to the right, for he would naturally suppose I would go the other way. However, being the notorious villain he is, he would clearly know that I knew his game and would go to the right, and would therefore take the left himself. But I had noted as he escaped that he was driving a Honda - a Japanese car. He would therefore have obviously taken the right, as the Japanese cars disdain following signs.
The fact is, I was so entirely mixed up in my thoughts and impressed with the gravity of the situation, that I failed to notice the loud honking behind me, and the voice of El Gatto as he yowled out, "I don't have all day, ya know! Go one way or to'der already!"
The ultimate decision was before me, but I had made my choice, and was sure it was a wise one. I sped off to the right... and El Gatto, behind me, went to the left. Nevertheless, before he had gone far I saw his car across the divide and discovered, to my horror, that I had taken the wrong path.
There was now no help for it - so I hit the gas and punched the transform button, changing my motorcycle into- a submarine?! I hit it again. It was now a boat.
"Come on, come on!" There, I flew over the divide, barely missing being dashed to pieces against the wall on the opposite side. El Gatto was in my sights. I hit the missile launcher - and blew his car to smithereens. Unfortunately, however, just before it departed to kingdoms come, El Gatto flipped on the autopilot, and dashed out with the steering wheel. I turned on the disguise mode and changed the plane into a tractor.
"Need a lift, sir?" I inquired.
He looked at me suspiciously, and muttered under his breath, "everyone here looks so similar, it is impossible to find out who is who." Then, in a louder tone, "Alrighty bumpkin.''
At this I was highly offended, but wisely concealed it for the time. ''Where are we headed?" the Gatto demanded. I hit the autopilot, turned on the taser beams across the doors, and replied calmly, ''to the Horse Guard barracks, of course. That is, you are going there, I shall borrow this steering wheel from you and say goodbye." And with a wink I jumped out the back door with a parachute on, forgetting in the excitement that I was in a tractor with taser beams crossing the doors.
Well, it didn’t feel very good. But I had the steering wheel. At that second the Intergalactic Horse Guard captain's spaceship - he had been trying to catch up all this time - zipped over me, and I grasped the exhaust pipe as it passed and flipped myself up into the passenger's seat. I noticed just then that we were in the same ship I had taken the steering wheel from in the first place, and that we were about to crash into the tractor. I slammed the wheel into place and swerved just in time to miss it - and instead smashed the ship to pieces on a tree next to the road.
"Thanks!" declared the captain, "that was close."
I'm afraid all that was left of the wreck was the steering wheel. "So," I queried, full of expectancy, "the deal is still on. Three thousand for it?"
The captain looked pensive. "Sounds like a good deal, but all my money was in the ship you just smashed. I've got a great deal for you though - you may keep it yourself."
Epilogue:
So, instead of the three thousand I was hoping for, I ended up instead with a worthless steering wheel - you will remember that the ship it once drove was destroyed by the tree - and a senior Marshall's position in the Intergalactic Horse Guards. To this day, however, they have done nothing worthy of notice.
The build:
I had a good deal of fun with this one, really enjoyed building all the little gimmicks and the floor and walls were pretty fun too. Unfortunately it was rather delicate and very un-presentable from the outside, but on the other hand the motorcycle is quite sturdy. I'll be uploading shots of that in a few days, Lord willing!
If you read the story, on behalf of my brother, thanks!
There's not a lot of old growth where I live, so anywhere clear on the forest floor feels like magic. Just a little light makes way to the bottom, sifting through the canopy, whirling out of reach. I feel like I'm being welcomed someplace, somehow, like any two trees are a doorframe in this woods between the worlds. On the other side, it's exactly the same, but maybe I've changed. Slipping through space, passing through a portal and prying my mind. In the center of a circle, winding wide with room enough for one open heart at once. If anyone else were with me, there's a spell we'd both be breaking. An ironclad incantation, you've got to keep it to yourself.
August 6, 2020
Bear River, Nova Scotia
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Getting back in my studio after days away is a good thing. Inkober sketch of a chair on an index card and collaged into a sketchbook page. I used bits of images from travel magazines and art shows, galleries and such from Vancouver BC. #cy365 day300 'make it whole' #Inkober2016
I've wanted to do one of these shots since I joined flickr basically, but I only got round to it yesterday. Basically these are the contents of my bag. Not always in there at the same time (eg tripod) but mostly!
How's everyone doing? TGIF...and one week to Christmas. Have you all made your Christmas plans yet? I haven't!
There are two intellectuals that I enjoy reading and one that many may know is Fredrick Douglas and the other is Thomas Sowell. I don't follow his teachings however even Malcolm X has great quotes and Martin Luther King had a great vision that the current generation is dismantling piece by piece because they feel the need to have something big for their generation instead of building upon the legacy, they are building on feelings and quite frankly urban myths that have been floating around from another group.
As I read and listen to many sources including the BH365 Project. I've learned what I've always suspected of my Christain faith. Many of those in the Bible have had race swaps which I've had great Pastors who taught this over the years. It doesn't mean the Bible is wrong, just the images project of the people are wrong.
So instead of throwing it away, we need to make the corrections.
What the world doesn't know is there has been a lot of race swapping all through history as well as a gender-changing role of women in science and technology to men. Women in many cases had to use male pseudonyms to get published in literature mainly.
Yes, we as people of the world have a long way to truly get back on track. Right now the few have the louder voices and are dictating the path of the many.
BTW, this has been in the works for many decades.
Faceup can make a doll looks different, do you agree? They are all Charles! 😉
VINDOLL Charles is on sale!
doll-granado.com/vindoll_charles
#granado #vindoll #doll #bjd #granadodoll #charles
Sniper Wolf!
from Metal Gear Solid the First. I think they turned out pretty good. I decided to just make the Face decal along with the Torso.
By far my favorite Video game! I might make Meryl and liquid sometime, but they are too plain.
Free to use! Just give credit where its due. If You do use these also please tag me in the picture so I can see how these look on a minifig!
Comments and Criticism are greatly appreciated!
GIMP 3.2.0-RC2 in Debian Forky
The three shots were cropped from pictures made with Bright and Sat -1 settings, destined for sunny days. I was not perfect, but the images made by chance were so similar to colorful nebulae space shots I decided to reprocess them and screen print (always with frames). Such view changes the original events in plus. BTW. Sat setting went from 100 to nearly 300, following the bad common habits. :) In short - I like the nebulae lights much, much more. :) BTW.2. The shots were made thru window panes.
Melody , hujoo chocolat, her make up is made by me
the WS hujoo, not mine, make uop made by Hujoo. She is for hugelove forum friend. Came in the september group order...
My hot, sweaty feet in trashed Vans Authentic enjoying some mud. Showing them the love and care they deserve! It felt so good passionately thrusting my stinky feet and destroyed Vans into all that lovely, thick, filthy mud. Just makes you hard thinking about it....
having a personality does not make you a personality
Personality disorders, formerly referred to as character disorders, are a class of personality types and behaviors that the American Psychiatric Association (APA) defines as "an enduring pattern of inner experience and behavior that deviates markedly from the expectations of the culture of the individual who exhibits it". Personality disorders are noted on Axis II of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders or DSM-IV-TR of the American Psychiatric Association.
Personality disorders are also defined by the International Statistical Classification of Diseases and Related Health Problems (ICD-10), which is published by the World Health Organization. Personality disorders are categorized in ICD-10 Chapter V: Mental and behavioural disorders, specifically under Mental and behavioral disorders: 28F60-F69.29 Disorders of adult personality and behavior.
These behavioral patterns in personality disorders are typically associated with severe disturbances in the behavioral tendencies of an individual, usually involving several areas of the personality, and are nearly always associated with considerable personal and social disruption. Additionally, personality disorders are inflexible and pervasive across many situations, due in large part to the fact that such behavior is ego-syntonic (i.e. the patterns are consistent with the ego integrity of the individual) and are, therefore, perceived to be appropriate by that individual. This behavior can result in the client adopting maladaptive coping skills, which may lead to personal problems that induce extreme anxiety, distress and depression in clients.
The onset of these patterns of behavior can typically be traced back to late adolescence and the beginning of adulthood and, in rarer instances, childhood. It is therefore unlikely that a diagnosis of personality disorder will be appropriate before the age of 16 or 17 years. General diagnostic guidelines applying to all personality disorders are presented below; supplementary descriptions are provided with each of the subtypes.
Diagnosis of personality disorders can be very subjective; however, inflexible and pervasive behavioral patterns often cause serious personal and social difficulties, as well as a general functional impairment. Rigid and ongoing patterns of feeling, thinking and behavior are said to be caused by underlying belief systems and these systems are referred to as fixed fantasies or "dysfunctional schemata"