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Flic Film Black/White & Green
Stand developed 1:100, 20°C/68°F, 70 minutes
Pakon F135
John Fiocco is a freshman at The College of New Jersey who has been missing since the early hours of March 25, 2006. Anyone with information should call TCNJ Police at (609)771-2176.
The third cat this year making itself comfortable on my property.
i didn't have my camera ready for the second cat found on my
front yard so no image yet on that one.
This cat and the one in the front of the house both crossed
a very high volume traffic roadway.
aside from burial details of some wildlife who get rundown
in the street , the last thing i want to do is shovel a mashed cat.
im so done with owners who don't care for their pets.
Cats should remain indoors not roaming. Its apparent most people
should not have pets.
Venting is about all some of us can do..
Those of us who want to attract wildlife and help give them an edge due to habitat loss ..its aggravating to see domesticated animals that should be in a home safe.
Some of us who own property and choose to set aside habitat space for wildlife get a bit pissed seeing a cat eating them.
With so many people quick to post signs of missing pets, its a damn shame their not quick in thinking to keep them indoors.
while we love cats we still can't stand their "owners" indifference.
Another very simple, handheld 3 exposure HDR taken while walking around down by the river in Paducah, Kentucky.
Most of the time this is underwater (thus "missing"), but the river was unusually low this day and it was interesting to see what normally remains unseen.
I like the wear and tear and the texture of the rust. Otherwise, it's just another one of those "throw away" shots that seem to collect on my hard drive.
If dreams werent dreams & dreams came true i woodnt b here id b wiv u.Distance is 1 thing dat keeps us apart.But ull always remain in my heart. plxxxxx come & full fill my dreams
Greeting card caption. I don't normally do formal pointed pen styles, but have made it my goal to learn.
Tiffany Ann Trull
5'2"
148 lbs
Last seen: 2/28/20
Last known location: Cherokee Farms exit off Alcoa Hwy
Possible sightings in Old City area around 9pm walking near Barley's
Any info contact KPD 865-215-7000
Knoxville, TN. 030820.
Last month I posted pics of semi-feral cats that were starving in a parking lot at a nearby small rural community. The parking lot was at a Mexican housing complex.
After noticing their lack of care I contact the local humane society to seek help for them.
Long story short, I checked on them a few days ago and was shocked to see that they were ALL gone. Vanished. Disappeared. The only cat there was this orange kitty....[which is a new one-didn't see him last time].
I contacted the shelter to see if they trapped them and they said no--that they noticed that all the cats were gone shortly after I notified them.
I hope the owner of the migrant apartments didn't rid them inhumanely.
I now feel bad --afraid that my actions caused their demise. I will think twice about doing the same next time. The pix below is the one posted last month. The cats were so cute--but starving.
Original story: flickr.com/photos/rainriver/2313257750/in/set-72157602124...
Not unusual to see a lost flip-flop or sandal in the street from a motorcycle passenger losing them but a pair caught my eye.
Macromondays: Theme is Deception
For the last few days, my Iphone has been deceiving me and claiming that I have 2 items of mail - but go into it and the mail box is empty. Steve Jobs and his lies again. Soon as the contract is up I'm off to Android!
This is a true macro. It was taken with a 1:1 90mm macro lens (at 1:1) attached in front of 120mm bellows. I'm not sure how to calculate the magnification ratio, but if you look at my bank note shot, I have examples of a 1:1 and whatever I am achieving with this setup. I'm guessing somewhere between 2:1 and 3:1.
I know that all of you have been waiting for one of these. Sorry it's been a while.
Part of the Peas Project
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Lighting: SB600 camera left in softbox at full power triggered by CLS, foam board reflector on right.
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This is a copy of a sculpture by Karl Duldig, that has gone missing somewhere in Melbourne. If you find it let the Duldig Studio people know! For more information about this interesting site see www.duldig.org.au
A lot happened between the time we ate at Taki's Restarant in Erie and we got on the road home Sunday Morning. Let me explain. No. Let me sum up.
We went back to the campsite for a nappy-nap in our hammocks. Before taking said nap, we decided to put everything we had with us - including my camera bag and all of my clothes - into our tents and tarp them over for the "showers" that were approaching.
When everything was just so, we went to our respective hammocks for a nap. When the showers started, I was almost asleep. It was nice, though...the pitter-patter of rain on the tents, the sound of the waves from Lake Erie, the cool breeze...
...and then the skies opened up. Showers? I think not. This was a THREE HOUR DOWNPOUR. Now...this would not be so bad if we would have thought to leave our RAIN GEAR outside the tents. But no, we were already soaked to the bone before we could get our dry clothes out. (Our tents opened from the top, so in order to open them up to get something, you'd have to expose everything in the tent to the elements...great design)
So we spent the next three hours making the best of it; walking around in the rain and walking down to the docks and walking back to the site and walking to the edge of the lake and, eventually, screaming at the heavens to please just fucking cut it out.
And eventually, it did. The sun even made an appearance, and our spirits raised. We took off on a 30-something mile ride to Ohio to go to Red Lobster for dinner.
While there, the skies opened again, and this time there were really strong winds. We could see trees bending over outside the window. I started to freak a little...were the tents even going to be there when we got back? If they were there, would they be flooded? I hadn't slept real well in that thing when it was dry and warm out, now I was going to have to sleep in this flooded, tarped coffin of a tent? Oh no. No. We needed to get a damned motel room. Screw this.
John humored me and called a motel. We even called our campground hoping a cabin was available. No dice. So we decided to go back and just hunker down for the night.
We arrived back to find our tents were there, and they were dry. What a relief. So no campfire...so what? We sat around a lit sterno and I had three beers and then we retired to the tents, hoping the morning wouldn't be too terrible so we wouldn't have to break camp in pouring rain.
Sunday Morning
It rained overnight, and sleeping with no air circulating had gotten the best of us both. John woke at 3am to just pull the tarp off his, and I rigged mine with a bungee cord tied to - what else - an electrical box so that there could be air movement into the tent. But when we emerged in the morning, it wasn't raining, and John was able to pack up in dry weather. I was a bit more unorganized, and so it started raining by the time I was done. But anyway, we got our waterlogged gear onto the bikes and headed out.
The road into the campground was a muddy, slippery mess. Forgot to mention that. So with the extra weight of our wet-assed gear on our bikes, we cut across the grassy field and only took the mud road for about half the distance to the main road. Once we reached the main road, however, something was wrong...it still felt like I was on uneven mud.
To be continued...