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An empty dock keeps a lonely vigil just inside the entrance to Squalicum Harbor. In the background... Lummi Island, Portage Island, Orcas Island, Gooseberry Point, and the moonlit waters of Bellingham Bay.
I hesitate posting this as it is not as sharp as I would like. I am finding that achieving sharpness is the most difficult aspect of night photography and am wondering if any of my contacts have any helpful hints. In the end, I decided that this image was more about the mood than the sharpness.
Part of the problem may have been that I was shooting from a floating dock, and no matter how calm it appears, there is some movement over a long exposure.
By the front panel colour and logo missing I suspect this bus had been involved in some description of accident recently.
When I first moved to London in 1996 I had quite a soft spot for this route as it was running with pretty original condition routemasters - the lighting had not been refurbished on the batch and still looked in the style of household light bulbs. They also still had their AEC engines if I remember correctly (along with route 36 at that time) so they sounded more classic as well.
That was all spoilt in 1998 when the route was inappropriately converted to midibuses, quite a trend at that time and fortunately corrected over the years.
This one is an oldie, when i felt more self-photo-y. just felt like uploading something. but your thoughts are apprecitated anyway :)
ooh and any title suggestions?
time is flying by and between work and weather and other obligations I feel like I am missing the best photos that this fall has to offer (this is from last year)
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اسلام علیک یا ابا عبدالله الحسین
من که هر لحظه به یاد حرمت میمیرم --آخزل عرش ز سودای غمت میمیرم
حسیـــــــــــــــــــــــــن جان ... حسیــــــــــــــــن جان
گر عطابم کنی از فرط حیات جان بازم --گر کنی لطف به شق کرمت میمیرم
حسیـــــــــــــــــــــــــن جان ... حسیــــــــــــــــن جان
من دخیل تو ام از کودکیم می دانی -- بین یک روضه پای حرمت میمیرم
حسیـــــــــــــــــــــــــن جان ... حسیــــــــــــــــن جان
هیئــتی زادمو سینه زن و گریه کنند -- شور می گیرمو پیش قدمت میمیرم
با دمو زمزمه و نوحه مرا پروردن
حسین جــــــان
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حاج منصور ارضی
Rafael was completed on day 6. The missing piece has since unexpectedly turned up. It was stuck under one of the boards I use for my pieces. Most embarrassing! My apologies, Fabrice! A full picture will be uploaded tomorrow.
Not an easy puzzle.
M CHIGAL1 06A flies through Romeoville, IL on BNSF’s Chilicothe Subdivision. Taking the lead on the journey to Galesburg is BNSF 524, a rebuilt B40-8WR. Lots of these units have been placed in indefinite storage, with many not likely to see the light of day again, so it’s nice to see one of these unique locomotives back out on the rails again.
We went to a local park today, where a number of trees were "dedicated" to loved ones who had passed away. This tree was also decorated with these lovely ornaments with thoughts about how much their grandmother was missed.
MISSING!!!
This is Alex. He attends Kingscliff High School. Alex has been missing since early Saturday morning. He is 6'2" tall, weighs 58 kgs and is very slim build. He has sandy/light brown hair and may be riding a white and purple bmx bike. Alex has an intellectual disability. Last seen in Pottsville on the northern NSW coast. Could be around the Gold Coast or Tweed Coast. He is a close family friend to me and my family. Anyone the lives around the Tweed Coast and Gold Coast please keep a eye out. If anyone has info please call QLD or NSW police depending on what state you see him in. If you already know something call police right now.
It is almost time for me to leave Syria and my soul has been set of thinking home. People said, "home is where the heart is." Problem is that I only spent a bout 2 weeks the most a year at home. The rest - abroad, working. Well...it's not complaining since this is the path that I have created , and I'm quite happy with it. But I can never run away from missing home... I guess that's life ha?
The photo was taken at the compound of my apartment towards the neighbourhood.
Location : Desa Petaling, Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia
Women's Liberation is exactly like what the girl does here. Written by a finger, on the seashore, only to be washed away by waves of men who want nothing more out of women than sex slaves. If it weren't for the sex women would have been wiped off the face of earth 100's of years back. Thank goodness we have to sexually reproduce and we are not like Aphids
Religion, Politics, Society, none of them as far as i can see were/are for women. It's a man's world and no wonder its not going anywhere. Right from the books that talks of eve eating the apple and creating original sin to sita having to bathe in fire to prove herself, women were nothing more than mere toys in the history of human kind from a mans perspective.
So i decided i will dedicate this picture to the 50 Million missing in india. On that note you may wanna check out the "50 Milllion Missing" group. I'm a big fan of this group, look into it and you will know why, its obvious. Read the threads and be enlightened.
This was what exactly came to my mind when she wrote her name and it was washed away. She would come down again and again and it would be washed away. Like every womans effort that seems to be a never ending battle. The only thing though that made me smile when framing this scene is the two in the background making out at the beach, lost in themselves.
Canon EOS 400D with the Tamron EF 70-300 F/4 - 5.6 Ultrazoom. Aperture Priority, F/5.6 at 1/125th of a Second.
HERE IS Steve Fossett when he was getting ready to pilot the replica Vickers Vimy WW I Bomber from Bombardier Aerospace in Toronto, on June 1, 2005.
Steve, the millionaire American adventurer, two months later successfully repeated the historic transatlantic crossing in this replica Vimy. The trip took 18 hours and 15 minutes, and followed the same route which was first completed by Alcock and Brown in 1919.
Steve, the holder of over 100 land and air world records…including the first solo round-the-world non-stop balloon flight, which he followed up with the first nonstop around-the-world aircraft flight without refueling, flew a balloon at over 200 miles-per-hour, set the world speed record for a Zeppelin, and also set numerous glider (speed and distance) records.
And "just for laughs" he additionally swam the English Channel, ran the Ironman Triathlon, participated in a 1,165 mile dog sled race and climbed most of the tallest mountains in our world.
But on September 3, 2007 Steve went missing after taking off from the private Flying M Ranch airstrip in Nevada…to go out for a recreational flight .
No flightplan was filed by Mr. Fossett, and he hasn’t been heard from since.
The search for Steve continues…
"I like that one."
"That one? With the rust?"
"It'll clean up."
"And the mismatched engines, and the missing panels across most all of the thing?"
"Pretty sure the engines are a pair, just... yeah, it'll need some work. But you're looking at what it is, not what it could be."
"What I'm looking at is a deathtrap."
"Glass is always half empty with you, huh?"
"This glass is shattered and in pieces, lad. In fact, you'll note the lack of a cockpit canopy at all, glass or otherwise."
"Look, you've got to start somewhere. And why not here?"
"Hey, it's your decision in the end. Your credits. I just don't want it to be your firey death."
"You're all heart, old-timer. I think we can make it work."
"You think I can make it work. Still, I said I'd be your mechanic, so I guess I'd better prove I've still got the touch when it comes to racers."
"And I'll show you I can pilot them."
So this was a pretty quick build, it may well be that some kind of racing speeders will form the next display I do. I wanted to try a narrative of sorts with this, starting from a junkyard scrapper, and gradually improving and refining until we get something sleek and advanced.
In terms of the build itself I've tried to go as greebly as I can for exposed engine bits, and fresh off my ADU builds I've put those spoiler parts back to work as intakes. Nothing hugely complicated here, but I'm satisfied with the skeletal appearance and think that it came out alright. Plenty of room to iterate on this.
I was trying to keep it as small as possible, it's about 18ish studs wide and long, so hopefully I'll be able to fit builds of that/similar size into this year's SHIP, which I'm envisioning as something of a mobile home/workshop/garage such as one might find on a Star Wars-inspired racing circuit series.
(I think I just want to build something that looks like a LMH/LMdH prototype racer but in space. Honestly, the Ferrari 499P already looks like a spaceship that just happens to have wheels!)
Giống nhau đôi mắt, nhưng không cùng cách nhìn.
Giống nhau đôi tai, nhưng không cùng cách nghe.
Giống nhau đôi môi, nhưng không cùng cách nói.
Giống nhau trái tim, nhưng không cùng suy nghĩ.
Phải chăng vì như vậy, mà nỗi buồn của mỗi người đều không giống nhau?
Dịch : Thiên Lam
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- Photo : Yarkken
- Subject : Soda
My contact : Mr. Ken (090 330 2929)
Email : yarkken@gmail.com
Sule Pagoda shines against the dull modern high-rise that encroaches on it.
Sule Pagoda
Sule Pagoda is the oldest stupa in Yangon, pre-dating both the Shwedagon and Botatataung Pagodas. Local tradition tells that Sule occupies the site which was once the home of a powerful Nat (spirit or minor deity), who was the only one to remember where missing Buddha Relics were buried.
Like the Botatataung Pagoda, Sule is a San-daw-kyo Payamyar, or a Pagoda built to contain a Relic of the Hair of Buddha, but unlike the hollow Botataung, the Sula stupa is a solid form without entrance.
The Sule pagoda is relatively small, especially compared to the Shwedagon Pagoda, and measures 7x7 meters and rising to 43 meters. The age of Sule Pagoda's chedi still shows in the similarity to the form and function of South Indian relic mounds, or chedi, regardless of the many changes over the centuries following local architectural forms. The central chedi is currently octagonal, after being enlarged by Queen Sawbu in the 15th century, and is approached by four covered stairways, following the four directions of the compass. Each is covered with minor temples, typically gifted by local merchants hoping to reduce their reincarnations. Similarly, the chedi is surrounded by ten bronze bells inscribed with their donor's names. None of the surrounding architecture is older than a century.
Sule Square
Rangoon, as Yangon was called in the British colonial period, was developed on a grid like street layout being devised in 1852, using Sule Pagoda as its centre. Consequently Sule Pagoda is surrounded by some of the most impressive Victorian architecture, including Yangon City Hall, the High Court and the Main Post Office.
Sule Square in front of Sule Pagoda and flanked by the imposing colonial style City Hall on one side and Maha Bandula Garden on the other, was the rallying point for the 8888 uprising of 1988 and the Saffron Revolution of 2007. Both times thousands of monks gathered to pray around Sule Pagoda in anti-government and pro-democracy protest, and both times the Pagoda bore silent witness to the brutal reaction by the military regime.
Yangon
Yangon traces its roots to the 6th century AD, when it was founded by the dominant Mon ethnic group of what is today Lower Burma. The Shwedagon Pagoda was the original centre of the then small village known as Dagon. in 1755 Dagon was captured by King Alaungpaya of the Kongbaung Dynasty, which became the Third Burmese Empire. Dagon expanded rapidly and was renamed Yangon. Yangon is the more correct phonetic pronunciation of the city's name, being a combination of the words Yan and Koun meaning 'enemies' and 'running out'. In combination it can be translated as 'End of Strife'. The interchangeable pronunciation or the letters 'y' and 'r' in Burmese is the most likely explanation for the English name of 'Rangoon' for the city. The current military dictatorship has officially renamed the city from Rangoon to Yangon in 1989.
The ex-capital, but still often mistakenly identified as the capital, lies on the delta of the Yangon and Bago rivers, giving good transport access for commerce, but leaving the city exposed to invasion. The regime's generals therefore relocated the capital 320km inland to to Pyinmana in November 2005, which was then little more than a village. By March 2006 the created city was called Naypyidaw and designated Capital of Myanmar (or Burma). Today it is the third largest city in the country, after Yangon and Mandalay.
Myanmar
Burma, or Myanmar as it has been renamed by the military dictatorship, derives its name from the Burmese word Bamar, which is pronounced 'Bama', and became 'Burma' in the colonial days. However the in old Burmese it is pronounced Mranma or Myanmah, thus giving rise to Myanmar. The renaming remains the subject of debate, where the UN refers to 'Myanmar', the US, UK and France still refer to 'Burma', and yet the New York Times and The Wall Street Journal refer to 'Myanmar'. We've followed the UN and used current naming throughout this collection of photos, however with the alternatives included in the tags.
Missing someone gets easier everyday, because even though you are one day further from the last you saw them, your are one day closer to the next time you will.