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It is the season to trawl the archives. Hope you don't mind me indulging myself. I do love this dress.
Another different style shot to usual, focusing on the Mind The Gap warning on the platform with The Pennine Wayfarer in the background. Definitely shows the state that some northern stations are in right now and, despite the Bolton corridor getting upgraded, a few stations have unfortunately gone untouched.
1Z12 0619 Bristol Temple Meads to Bolton
Pathed as Diesel locomotive, trailing load 455 tonnes
Timed for 95mph max
TSC: 22190008
Loco: 37218 + 37425
Consist: 12x mk1s
Diego: “Actually, maybe the only time it should make sense is at two in the morning.” *finishes off his toast in one huge bite*
Charley: “I heard what you said to him this afternoon, and it’s been hard for me to accept. I know you told me that you had feelings for me, but I didn’t realize how…*voice tapers off*
Diego: “Intense they were.”
Charley: *picks at the crust on her toast* “I guess I should’ve. You’re an intense guy. But what I don’t understand is how you can love me so much…and hate me, too. And I mean really hate me. Are…are you ever going to forgive me?”
Diego: *mood abruptly sours, eyes glitter with suppressed rage, tightly* “I don’t know how, Charley. I don’t know how I’m *voice dips low into a growl* ever supposed to forgive you for that night.”
Charley: *looks up to meet Diego’s gaze squarely* “I’m sorry, Diego. I’m so sorry. It never occurred to me that someone would…have to find me afterwards. I wasn’t thinking about anyone or anything but myself and escaping by the only means I thought was left to me.”
Diego: *fist clenches* “What if it’d been Molly? Do you know what it’d have done to her? You came onto the scene after she’d finally begun healing from the hell she went through. You don’t know what she was like when I first found her: skin and bones, dead-eyed, dried blood still in her ears from the explosion that blasted out her eardrums. It took years for her to revert back to her annoyingly cheeky self. And you would’ve destroyed it all just because you decided to take the coward’s way out!” *gets up abruptly, chair making an obscenely loud scraping sound, as he turns his back on Charley, and attempts to rein in his temper*
Charley: *voice soft, but steady* “And what if Diego found me? A boy who suffered unimaginable brutality from a father who should’ve loved him, and a mother whose weakness let it all happen. Seeing me like that, covered in blood and lifeless, brought it all back for you. The day you came home from school and found your mother dead on the floor by your own father’s hand. You loved her…but you hated her, too, for refusing to leave. For letting him hurt her over and over again. For letting him hurt you.”
Diego: *back still turned, scathingly* “If that’s your way of accusing me of having an Oedipus complex, then you can shove it up your ass. What? You took one psychology course in college and that qualifies you to analyze me. I don’t love you because you remind me of my effing mother. I don’t know why I love you. I just do. You’re not the only one who has problems putting their feelings into words.”
Charley (dryly): “Yeah, but whereas I just don’t say anything, you say all the wrong things.”
Diego: *breathes in deeply and exhales slowly, turns back around, and resumes his seat* “But most of the time you can take it. And the times you can’t, I know you’ll forgive me. There. That’s one of the reasons why I love you right there.”
Charley: “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me, or will it always be in the back of your mind, festering?”
Diego: “I know you were messed up, Bug. Logically, I get why you did it, but it’s not logic that makes me feel like I’m suffocating every time I think about it. It’s not logic that has me dreaming about it and waking up in a cold sweat. Can I forgive you for cursing me with a memory that haunts me every damn day of my life? That makes me feel helpless like I used to when I was a kid? *shakes head* I don’t know.”
Charley: *presses a hand to her chest, face deeply grieved* “Is there anything I can do to make amends? I may not deserve your forgiveness, but I’m asking for it all the same.”
Diego: “Promise me that you’ll never try to kill yourself again.”
Fashion Credits
***Any doll enhancements (i.e. freckles, piercings, eye color changes, haircuts) were done by me unless otherwise stated.***
Charley
Shorts: Mattel – Barbie Playline – Fashion Avenue
Tank: Jakks Pacific – Hannah Montana
Socks: Mattel – Barbie Playline – Generation Girl Barbie
Doll is a Morning Dew Giselle transplanted to a Poppy body, re-rooted by the inimitable valmaxi(!!!)
Diego
PJ Pants: Kelsie of Mutant Goldfish Designs
Wife-beater: IT – Dynamite Boys – Summer Daze Kyu
Doll is a Rock Steady Romain, eyes, brows, facial hair, and shading by me.
Diwali (also spelled Devali in certain regions) or Deepavali, popularly known as the "festival of lights", is an important five-day festival in Hinduism, Jainism, and Sikhism, occurring between mid-October and mid-November. For Hindus, Diwali is the most important festival of the year and is celebrated in families by performing traditional activities together in their homes. Deepavali is an official holiday in India, Nepal, Sri Lanka, Myanmar, Mauritius, Guyana, Trinidad & Tobago, Suriname, Malaysia, Singapore, and Fiji.
The name Diwali is itself a contraction of the word "Deepavali" (Sanskrit: दीपावली Dīpāvalī), which translates into "row of lamps". Diwali involves the lighting of small clay lamps (diyas, or dīpa in Sanskrit: दीप) filled with oil to signify the triumph of good over evil. During Diwali, all the celebrants wear new clothes and share sweets and snacks with family members and friends. Most Indian business communities begin the financial year on the first day of Diwali.
Diwali commemorates the return of Lord Rama along with Sita and Lakshman from his fourteen-year-long exile and vanquishing the demon-king Ravana. In joyous celebration of the return of their king, the people of Ayodhya, the Capital of Rama, illuminated the kingdom with earthen diyas (oil lamps) and burst crackers.
In Jainism, Diwali marks the attainment of moksha or nirvana by Mahavira in 527 BC. In Sikhism, Deepavali commemorates the return of Guru Har Gobind Ji to Amritsar after freeing 52 Hindu kings imprisoned in Fort Gwalior by defeating Emperor Jahangir; the people lit candles and diyas to celebrate his return. This is the reason Sikhs also refer to Deepavali as Bandi Chhorh Divas, "the day of release of detainees". Deepavali is widely celebrated in both India and Nepal.
The first day of the festival Naraka Chaturdasi marks the vanquishing of the demon Naraka by Lord Krishna and his wife Satyabhama. Amavasya, the second day of Deepawali, marks the worship of Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth in her most benevolent mood, fulfilling the wishes of her devotees. Amavasya also tells the story of Lord Vishnu, who in his dwarf incarnation vanquished the tyrant Bali, and banished him to hell. Bali was allowed to return to earth once a year, to light millions of lamps to dispel the darkness and ignorance, and spread the radiance of love and wisdom. It is on the third day of Deepawali — Kartika Shudda Padyami - that Bali steps out of hell and rules the earth according to the boon given by Lord Vishnu. The fourth day is referred to as Yama Dvitiya (also called Bhai Dooj) and on this day sisters invite
In each legend, myth and story of Deepawali lies the significance of the victory of good over evil; and it is with each Deepawali and the lights that illuminate our homes and hearts, that this simple truth finds new reason and hope. From darkness unto light — the light that empowers us to commit ourselves to good deeds, that which brings us closer to divinity. During Diwali, lights illuminate every corner of India and the scent of incense sticks hangs in the air, mingled with the sounds of fire-crackers, joy, togetherness and hope. Diwali is celebrated around the globe. Outside India, it is more than a Hindu festival, it's a celebration of South-Asian identities.
While Deepavali is popularly known as the "festival of lights", the most significant spiritual meaning is "the awareness of the inner light". Central to Hindu philosophy is the assertion that there is something beyond the physical body and mind which is pure, infinite, and eternal, called the Atman. The celebration of Deepavali as the "victory of good over evil", refers to the light of higher knowledge dispelling all ignorance, the ignorance that masks one's true nature, not as the body, but as the unchanging, infinite, immanent and transcendent reality. With this awakening comes compassion and the awareness of the oneness of all things (higher knowledge). This brings Ananda (joy or peace). Just as we celebrate the birth of our physical being, Deepavali is the celebration of this Inner Light.
While the story behind Deepavali and the manner of celebration varies from region to region (festive fireworks, worship, lights, sharing of sweets), the essence is the same – to rejoice in the Inner Light (Atman) or the underlying Reality of all things (Brahman).
Source : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diwali
He see's the treat and he wants it... and he got it in the end!
Thought I would mix it up and put some gold in my stream! This was taken during the summer but I really like Niko's face in it :]
An interactive data game that lets you explore the progress and pitfalls of girls’ and women’s education around the world. “learn more”.
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The new Indian census(2011), which put the population at 1.2 billion, has revealed an alarming trend. Rising incomes only seem to accelerate gendercide – the evocative term for the selective abortion of girl foetuses. There were 945 girls per 1,000 boys in the 1991 census, 927 in 2001 and now 914. It's now a crisis and we need to move beyond just acknowledging the issue.The PC & PNDT Act 1994 prohibits any form of sex-determination practise and sex-selective abortion.
According to the National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB) of India; 89,546 cases of cruelty by husband and relatives; 21,397 cases of rape; 11,009 cases of sexual harassment and 5,650 cases of dowry harassment were reported in India during the year 2009.
Source: National Crime Records Bureau (NCRB) India, 2009
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Photo by Firoz Ahmad at Room To Read (www.roomtoread.org/) programme
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Kaleidoscoop
Ieder ziet de wereld vanuit zijn eigen, unieke perspectief... Maar wat als er nog meer werkelijkheden zijn? Mind Mystery is een in- en outdoor belevingsmuseum waar we je, met illusies als rode draad, uitdagen de wereld eens vanuit een ander perspectief te bekijken!
Olympus OM4
Zuiko 28/2.8
Banging on the door again
Banging on the door that's locked forever
Losing on a lover's game
Winning on the one side and losing forever
Jim Kerr / Simple minds
"Mind over matter,
I'm in tatters thinkin' about her.
Taste my disaster,
It's heavy on my tongue."
Model: Ashley Martin
Fall 2014
first shower photo! i've always wanted to do something like this. i wish you could wash off all your sadness and dark thoughts...but you just can't
Pretty花巧娟 got pure quality , beautiful eyes and got changeable elegant pose , even it rain and cold outdoor , she still did her best model job at NTU campus
Michael and Albert (AJ) Patnode - Artist Statement
Father and son collaboration
Our photographic art is a kinetic motion study, from the results of interacting with my son A.J and his toys.
He was born severely handicapped much like a quadriplegic. On December 17,1998. Our family’s goal has always been to help A.J. use his mind, even though he has minimal use of his body.
A.J. likes to watch lights and movement. One of the few things he can do for himself is to operate a switch that sets in motion lights and various shiny, colorful streamers and toys that swirl above his bed.
One day I took a picture of A.J. with his toys flying out from the big mobile near his bed like swings on a carnival ride. I liked the way the swirling objects and colors looked in the photo.
I wanted to study the motion more and photograph the whirling objects in an artful way, I wanted my son A.J. to be a part of it. After all, he’s the one who inspires me. When A.J. and I work together on our motion artwork, A.J. starts his streamers and objects twirling, I take the photographs.
Activating a tiny switch might not seem like much to some, but it’s all A.J. can do. He controls the direction the mobile will spin, as well as when it starts and stops. The shutter speeds are long, and sometimes, I move the camera and other times I hold it still.
I begin our creation with a Nikon digital camera. Then I use my computer with Photoshop to alter the images into what I feel might be an artistic way. Working with Photoshop, I find the best parts from several images and combine them into the final composite photograph. I consider the finished work to be fine art. The computer is just the vehicle that helps my expressions grow.
I take the photographs and A.J. adds the magic. It’s something this father and son do together. After I’ve taken a few shots, I show him the photos in the back of the camera. When the images are completed, I show him from a laptop. He just looks. He can’t tell me whether or not he likes the images, but he’s always ready to work with me again.
It offers me my only glance into A.J.’s secret world. We’ve built a large collection of images and I hope the motion and color move you as much as they do me.
A.J. inspires me to work harder to understand my life in the areas of art, photography, people, spirituality, and so much more. He truly sets my mind in motion and helps me find the beauty in everyday things.
AJ Patnode - A Journey of Hope (documentary):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR7m8QFcmRM
AJ'S blog:
Abstract set:
www.flickr.com/photos/patnode-rainbowman/sets/72157602269...
Let's play a game. I'm stuck in the second row, sorry about the foreground. That head! This gets a bit routine: one events organiser, boilerplate running sheet, blah, blah, blah…same, same. I feel for them.
We are assembled for the unveiling of yet another former Prime Minister's portrait. Get a grip! They've outperformed a lettuce. But that bloke over there is No.31 in 124 years. The recent performance of delivering seven PMs this century is nothing to skite about! There's still another one yet to be added to the Historic Memorials Collection. One of those up on the stage named the missing candidate "a thug". Finding a credible painter for him might not be so easy!
That ordinary looking head in the foreground, a Professor now, will be thinking: "It could have been me; I could have been a contender…". Next to him is his Chancellor. She's thinking: "It could have been me; I could have been a contender…". The difference is that she WAS a contender. But her party has a problem: she's a woman, and despite being her party's deputy leader she wasn't considered good enough for leadership, well, she is a woman… Next to her is a fixer, he fixed things. Whether he's thinking anything now is an open question…
Up there, Albo's got a big day ahead. He's got a sidestep on him that would have made "Changa" Langlands proud. After throwing a dummy, he's cut a deal that's left that lady out of shot, over there, flat-footed and annoyed. Today's the last sitting day for the year, so he's hoping "they" won't let him down in the Senate.
I'm thinking that the President of the Senate is having similar thoughts. She really won't want a rumble, even if it is muck-up day. With that in mind, she'll be smugly pleased with her comfy sneakers.
Milton has put on morning tea for us in the Speaker's Courtyard. This close to his holiday, the things I'm reading are whether are there enough biscuits, and "when will I be able to get out of this clobber and into boardies and thongs?"
Malcolm is forthright! I don't have to read his thoughts. He booms them across the room: "…should be based on engineering and economics, not ideology and idiocy…". The sidelined lady visibly cringes — further annoyed with both Malcolm AND Albo — I can't read anything of substance over a hissing noise, and "It could have been me; I could have been a contender…".
Every time The Painter is is up there, her thoughts are the same: "I don't want to speak; just get this done…". Today, there's another murmur, one of excitement: "I can't wait for my new car to arrive…"
Me? I'm thinking about my new seedlings, out in the blazing Sun, beaten by yet another gale. My thoughts are down to earth, real. I'm also a bit bothered about why that pump wasn't working as I thought it should…
Just needed some colour! It is so overcast and gloomy this afternoon. Got caught doing a few more jigsaw puzzles - I knew I should never have started, lol. Oh, well, they are good for the brain.
"Whether it's a crossword, jigsaw, trivia, word searches, brain teasers or Sudoku, puzzles put our minds to work. Studies have found that when we work on a jigsaw puzzle, we use both sides of the brain. And spending time daily working on puzzles improves memory, cognitive function, and problem-solving skills." From the National Holiday Calendar website.
Yes, I know, I NEED to get out for a drive : )