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Georgetown Steam Plant
Seattle, WA
Sony A7II
55mm f:1.4 Auto-Sears (Rikenon)
Fotodiox M42-NEX Lens Adapter
“Not all those who wander are lost.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
“Unbeknown to us, some of the people who we hope are missing us wherever they are do miss us; some miss someone else; and some are dead.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Poster for a missing cat in a small town in Oregon.
several pounds (it's incredibly heavy!) of missing link between abacuses, pens and paper, and the microprocessor.
This thing has 3 registers, all of different widths, and a very limited ALU. It is clocked manually (using the crank) and only has 2 data processing instructions (+/-). All the control signals are manual too.
I Spy:
a Rusty Nail.
a Rotten Beam.
a Missing piece -
" You cant spy something that is missing ! "
"Exactly.."
Another shot from a photocall for 'Missing' by Gecko Theatre at The Pleasance earlier today.
You can see another shot from the show, here:
www.flickr.com/photos/kennymathieson/9489238246/
You can find out more about the show (and book tickets) here:
www.pleasance.co.uk/edinburgh/events/missing
My thanks are due to Alex from The Pleasance Press Office and Rosalind Wynn, Producer of "Missing"
SO sorry to report... Darko has gone missing :-( It's been 3 days now that she's missing. I'm hoping she was picked up by someone who's planning on giving her a happy indoor home but saw our posters and plans to call and return her home...
*fingers crossed*
He really misses his kitty!
Victoria, my 16 year old, wonderful daughter, is missing.
A PDF poster is available here - if you are in the Houston area, please redistribute, share and post in any places where teens might hang out such as coffee shops or knowing this teen, libraries as well. Many thanks for all your support.
She was last seen on Saturday Night, January 26, 2007, in Midtown Houston, when she left a shelter where she had been staying.
Please pray for her safety, her health and her return.
Thanks,
James
[Edited to post link to the on-line PDF and to change posted date to put back at the head of my photostream]
This is a replacement marker called "Reiter" ("rider" or "tab") in German indicating a missing book in the vaults of the Frankfurt am Main archive of the German National Library. It concerns registered book no. 239 of the year 1947. I think that the upper note indicates that this was recorded as the 8th discovered absence in the year 2007, or maybe the 7th discovered absence in the year 2008.
Archiv der Deutschen Nationalbibliothek, Frankfurt am Main
Original file posted in full resolution as taken, straight out of the camera (SOOC), no post-processing whatsoever.
This is also an excellent example of the great performance of the original Canon lens EF 24-70mm f/2.8 L USM, even under low and unfavorable lighting conditions.
08/07
vermisst
Loseblatt
47/245
The meaning of the items on this special Missing Man Table.
The table is round -- to show our everlasting concern for our missing men.
The tablecloth is white -- symbolizing the purity of their motives when answering the call to duty.
The single red rose, displayed in a vase, reminds us of the life of each of the missing, and their loved ones, and friends of these Americans who keep the faith, awaiting answers.
The vase is tied with a red ribbon, symbol of our continued determination to account for our missing.
The Solitary Candle -- represents "The upward reach of their unconquerable spirit".
A slice of lemon on the bread plate is to remind us of the bitter fate of those captured and missing in a foreign land.
A pinch of salt symbolizes the tears endured by those missing and their families who seek answers.
The Bible represents the strength gained through faith to sustain those lost from our country, founded as "One Nation Under God".
The chairs are empty -- they are missing.
The glass is inverted -- to symbolize their inability to share this evening's [morning's/day's] toast.
Seen in a restaurant in Burnet, Texas.
Greek Cypriot missing persons exhibition, Nicosia, Cyprus (2006). The images in the black frames show Greek Cypriots who were captured by the Turkish army following its invasion of the island in 1974. Those with faces circled were never seen alive again by their families. The faces numbered 2, 3 and 4 are those of Greek Cypriots who surrendered to Turkish forces. Following DNA testing of remains found by the UN-sponsored Committee on Missing Persons in Cyprus in 2009 it was discovered that they were executed immediately after the photo was taken and their bodies thrown down a well.
"Iannis Papayianni, was photographed accepting a cigarette from a Turkish soldier. His funeral will take place in Nicosia on Friday" - BBC online, 11 August 2009.
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/8196106.stm
www.guardian.co.uk/world/2008/apr/15/cyprus
"According to statistics released by the CMP, there are 1,464 Greek Cypriot and 494 Turkish Cypriot missing persons. So far, 690 sets of remains have been exhumed, from which 248 missing individuals have been identified and returned to their families, comprising of 195 Greek Cypriots and 53 Turkish Cypriot." - Cyprus Mail, 29 August 2010
Let's hope that as many Greek and Turkish Cypriots as possible can discover the fate of their loved ones and have some sort of closure to this tragedy.
I am already missing the lovely colors of Fall. This was taken the same day of the "50 mm" challenge that I mentioned a few days ago.
Photo taken in Sandy Springs, GA
Our special boy is missing. GT does go outside but generally he sticks pretty close to home. He has not been see since Friday morning. He was wearing a (breakaway) collar with a tag and he is microchipped. We have put ads online, posted flyers and have checked our local pound, but so far nothing.
The other troublesome thing is that our neighbor's cat Scratch has been missing since Thursday.
I can't even begin to express how heartbroken we are. :-(
Missing the whole chain in fact. Snapped my chain 15 miles from home. Opened bar bag to find chain tool and spare links had been left on the workbench...! Record 10 sp with about 1000 miles use. Might now consider return to 8 sp cassette...?
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The bulletin boards are full of posters looking for Katrice Deborah Hall and Shawnta Denise Hall. Missing since April 10, 2010. Anyone with information about Katrice Hall or Shawnta Hall is asked to call Bowie University Police at 301-860-4040 or Prince George's County police at 301-390-2100.
Vandalised grave in the Necropolis, glasgow.
Taken with Minolta MC VFC Rokkor 24mm f2.8 on Panasonic GH2.
Sometimes limitations are all in your mind. Missing Links visualizes 16 musicians who, despite missing fingers or hands, have overcome their disabilities and continue to make music.
This poster lists which bands the artists are members of (if any), what instruments they play, and how they lost their digits. Also included are two honorable mentions with paralyzed fingers.
What is Missing
"What art is, in reality, is this missing link, not the links which exist. It's not what you see that is art; art is the gap."
--Marcel Duchamp
A wall with something once there, now missing.
Day 82 of 365
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having a not soo happy day...having da blues...this is dedicated 2 sis, it's been 4 yrs & 7 months since she has journed 2 the next world....2day as alway's i miss my special angel....i miss u Audrey.
^i^
* i miss you * ~ song lyrics by Blink182
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYEM68HIm0Y
(I miss you miss you)
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in backround of the morgue
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head(6x)
I miss you miss you(6x)
WAH this picture sucks basically becase of the lighting or lack thereof.
Theme Celebrate the mundane.
Brisbane was over 30 today and there isn't anything much more mundane than an electric fan. This one is 'On'', as you can see by the buttons. The blades are literally "missing in action."
Theme Celebrating the Mundane
"365: the 2017 edition","365:2017","Day 78/365","19-Mar-17
One of the park rangers was searching the lake for a missing gentleman. He asked what I was taking the pictures for, and I said he was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. I got a smile out of it.
My World vision
-Around The World-
SPAIN
Madrid
-Street Photography-
"Missing you"
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida, nunca hubo ni tubo nada serio. Después de hacer el amor siempre se había marchado rápido, muy rápido, demasiado. Huía de esas mujeres que para él eran un tanto extrañas, frías, vacías, amores de barra, de cubata y cocaína. Jamás se le pasó por la cabeza quedarse a dormir con ninguna de ellas. La habitación siempre apestaba a humo de cigarrillos rubios, alcohol de garrafa, sábanas sin cambiar y sexo sucio en todos los rincones, en todos los sentidos. Solo pensaba en escapar de allí cuanto antes, lo antes posible, nunca les hizo daño, las trató con respeto y se despidió de ellas como un señor, como un verdadero caballero, con un beso y un adiós, un adiós hasta luego pero sobre todo con un adiós sin ganas de volver, de no volver a hacerlo.
Ahora, con ella, todo era distinto...
La conoció una mañana en Malasaña, iba muy guapa así, sin pintar, fresca, con ropa cómoda y despreocupada, se acababa de levantar y caminaba por Velarde con mucha calma, sus movimientos eran elegantes e iba envuelta en el olor a pan recién hecho que salía de su bolsa ecológica y que hacía un momento había adquirido en la tienda de Angelito, el panadero. Un café en casa de Pepe Botella y unas caricias a su perro "Pizcas" hicieron que se conocieran y hablaran sin recelo. Luego todo fluyó solo, de día, lento y pausado, sin situaciones incómodas, fresco y sincero, desde el corazón, desde dentro, debió ser amor del bueno. El Dos de Mayo los abrazó y se besaron al sol, fueron besos sin tiempo, con sabor a ropa limpia y a Madrid sin prisa. Era puro amor y puro deseo. Al unirlo lo convirtieron en el mejor sexo, en sexo salvaje, sexo sin camas, sexo en el suelo.
Ahora, él, después de hacer el amor sabía con certeza que venía lo mejor. La abrazaba con fuerza y delicadeza, lo hacía todo a la vez, la besaba en el cuello, en la espalda, en el pecho, subía y bajaba, se enredaba en su pelo, la acariciaba. Ya no huía..., tampoco dormía, al menos no mucho, no dormía demasiado. Se quedaba en la cama, ya no se marchaba, a veces no se movía nada en absoluto y la observaba mientras ella dormía dulce y tranquila, otras se movía demasiado, no podía aguantar sus ganas..., era tan bonito estar despierto y sentir sus labios, sus caricias, sus besos. La brisa entraba por las ventanas ligeramente abiertas, movía las cortinas blancas y ahí abajo, a tan solo dos metros y medio, bullía Malasaña.
Había estado con demasiadas mujeres en su vida pero siempre había estado huyendo.
Ahora todo era distinto...
My World Vision:
Del amor por la mañana...
Un amor bonito y discreto, un amor verdadero.
Un amor en Malasaña.
Carlos Infante Luna.