Kaluk is a very paranoid Matoran, rarely leaving his hut or the observatory in fear of the various (and nonexistent) threats that are lurking in the outside world, but no matter what, he does his best to help his fellow Sah-toran.

So when his friend Krataz asked if he would help him with the next Kohlii game, he thought perhaps going out wouldn't be too bad.. right before being startled by Kului poking his leg.

Normally when I post a photo I take time to describe it, or something that struck me worthy of mention when I took it. This time, I've decided to try something a bit different . Since getting into night photography, especially mountain scenes I’m often asked about what it’s like to hike up in the dark and cold. A recent trip to Mayflower Gulch and the Boston Mine was a perfect opportunity to try share this experience.

This post will be the first of three consecutive installments describing a recent nighttime hike to the Boston Mine. My goal is describe for you what one of these adventures is like, but since the write up got a bit long I broke it up into three parts.

Part one:

I had the pleasure of joining Brad McGinley, Mike Berenson, Darren White and Cooper the Wonder Dog last weekend on a trek up Mayflower Gulch to the Boston Mine tram. The tram sits approximately 12,400’ above sea level about 1400’ about tree line and most importantly at the time about 2000’ above the parking area. A well planned trip by Mike had us leaving the parking area at 10:30 PM Friday night and arriving at the top around 30 minutes into the next day. I’d done this hike twice before in the winter and the hiking conditions can range from easy to brutal. Fortunately, the photography gods were (mostly) with us this evening as we were met with hard packed snow. Weather-wise conditions were about as you would expect for being above tree line at 1:00 AM in April. Cold, gusty winds and clouds whipping by overhead at blazing speed.

If you’ve never been to this location it’s basically a long meadow surrounded by 13,000 foot mountains on 3 sides, which do a pretty good job of blocking most of the wind from the valley floor. From the parking area you hike the first 2 miles under tree cover on a jeep road which always seems to be an easy hike as far as snow pack goes. Everyone is forced to use this portion of the trail, so it’s always packed snow and sheltered from the wind by the pine trees. This ends at tree line and dumps you out at several miner cabin ruins which are photogenic in and of themselves, but our quest was further on this night. The hike to the top from this point is a well-defined trail in summer and nonexistent in winter. In the past we’ve been: faced with cutting our own trail through deep powder which proved to be too much, and 1” of ice crust over soft snow which nearly proved too much (about 3 – 10 steps and then post hole – even with snow shoes). But on this night the snow was nice and packed. Snowshoes were helpful, but not necessary.

Another phenomenon once leaving the protection of the trees was the wind was free to have its way with us. We had layers and hiking up is always the warmest part of the trip. We’d have to cross the standing around up there when the time came, but at this point no issue with us, but I got nervous for Cooper. I had discussed with Brad (who has far more dog hiking experience than I) beforehand and had asked him if he had a dog jacket from his hiking days with his dog Annie. That didn’t pan out, but we took an extra jacket and put it on Cooper, zipping it over his body and tying the arms in front of his legs. This worked pretty well and he seemed grateful for the protection. I’ll point out that Cooper is a Labra-Doodle and normally has long fur (hair?) which was cut about a month ago so he was less protected than normal.

Our pace to the top was casual, but we had plenty of time. Our main goal for the night was to catch the Milky Way above the mountains, which would begin about 2 AM. It’s only a mile to the tram from the cabins, but man it’s a long mile. Many breath catching breaks were taken along the way. I think both Cooper and Brad wished for less stopping and more walking, but they were outnumbered.

The lighting on this night was somewhat peculiar, and was the cause of strange sensations. There was no moon on this night, but there was a glow to the area which allowed enough light to see. In fact, Brad kept his light off once we were out of tree line. I’m sure this was due to the fact that everything was covered in white except the steepest of the surrounding mountains and what little light there was bouncing off all sides. Plus, there was a decent amount of light pollution reflecting off the cloud when they were overhead. All of this contributed to this weird phenomenon that made it seem like we were approaching our target, though unable to reach it. For example, there’s a distinct edge or seam where the (relatively) flat meadow turns to steep mountainside which we could see this plain as day. It looked to be only a couple hundred feet away, but no matter how far we walked it remained unreachable. I’m not sure why that was, but we all felt it and discussed it several times…..

Stay tuned for part two coming shortly:

I'm going to take a chance here. With over 550 species of swallowtail butterflies, whose to say that this isn't a Tiger Swallowtail? Okay, it is, and the reason I know is because of the colors which are only exhibited between the tail. Well, there are two other reasons: of the 550 species, only three appear here (for six months out of the year); the stripes on the forewings are a dead giveaway; and it's the largest of the butterflies in this part of the country. (Swallowtails are the largest - in size - of all species of butterflies. They're the first to show up in March or April and give up a four harbinger of spring.) I have seen only three species of swallowtails: the Tiger, the Oregon Swallowtail (and I don't care what they call it - state butterfly and all - I captured mine in Idaho), and the Zebra or Black and White Swallowtail. What's unique about the Tiger is not that they gather in breeding herds in Squoia NP at 8,000 feet, but that I made it to 8044 feet to get images of them. Whether they die off after breeding, I don't know. If I had to fly 8,000 feet, I know there'd be a little marker placed there for me: a little point-and-shoot on a popsicle stick with various parts lying on the ground and giving a new meaning to "last gasp."

I have not posted a Black and White because after mating, they are ragged with pieces of wing torn off, not unlike human species which gave up on exercise at age 18 or never took it up to start with.

By the way, swallowtails also come in orange, brown blue (called Kaiser blue), white with brown eye spots, and brown barred. I haven't seen the other 545, but then I've only got 162 birds on my nonexistent but very real life list. My fake life list of birds is 557, but there may be some duplicates.

Anyway, the swallowtails have unique characteristics life females mimicking males, yet not true mimickring, but still used for protection. One of its predators is the Red-winged blackbirds which may account for the breeding and nesting of this bird in the oak woodlands and ponds in the woodlands at just about the same time as the swallowtail.

THIS particular swallowtail, may well be the best shot I ever got of this beauty. I theorize (factually) that he's no more than a week old and has escaped any predation...or it's a female and all the four birds that do have a taste for the species haven't figured out which ones are males and females. Monarchs have the colors that tell birds that they are not particularly edible, but swallowtails have other means of spreading the word about the fact that they are not on the menu here.

Kodak T-MAX 400

Zenit Horizon 202 light leak is now fixed, looking good! Old light seals were almost nonexistent and needed some TLC. Tested with roll end of T-MAX, compliments of PerttiPaasio.

eos 6d scan

A possible historical source for Ophelia was Katherine Hamnet, a woman who fell into the Avon River and died in December 1579. Though it was eventually concluded that she had overbalanced while carrying some heavy pails, rumours that she was suffering from a broken heart were considered plausible enough for an inquest to be conducted into whether her death was a suicide. It is possible that Shakespeare - 16 at the time of the death - recalled the romantic tragedy in his creation of the character of Ophelia.[1] The name "Ophelia" itself was either uncommon or nonexistent; the only known prior text to use the name (as Ofelia) is Jacopo Sannazaro's Arcadia, presumably etymologically deriving from Ancient Greek ὄφελος "help, good, benefit, advantage". The early modern stage in England had an established set of emblematic conventions for the representation of female madness: disheveled hair worn down, dressed in white, bedecked with wild flowers, Ophelia's state of mind would have been immediately 'readable' to her first audiences.[12] "Colour was a major source of stage symbolism" Pre-Raphaelite painters siezed on this legend and made great noise of it. (Look up Lizzie Siddal, the original super UeberModel of 1880. View FULL SIZE. Remote Strobe illumination..always have my SB900 in the water on the JOBY gorillaPOD!

“Artist concept of a tilt-wing strategic aircraft in high-speed configuration.”

At:

nara.getarchive.net/media/artist-concept-of-a-tilt-wing-s...

Also:

nara.getarchive.net/media/artist-concept-of-a-tilt-wing-s...

Both above credit: U.S. National Archives & DVIDS website

Tilt-wing, REALLY…tilt-wing???

It's actually perversely comforting to see that inept & incorrect photo descriptions/captions were pervasive across multiple government agencies.

The apparent nonexistent requirement of even cursory knowledgeability and/or written articulation, were consistently adhered to.

Thanks to the wonderful SECRET PROJECTS website, specifically, user “flateric”, at:

www.secretprojects.co.uk/threads/rockwell-advanced-bomber...

Per the following source document(s):

“Manned strategic system concepts 1990-2000”

WILER, C. D. (Rockwell International Corp., North American Aircraft Group, Los Angeles, Calif.) RAYMER, D. P. (Rockwell International Corp., North American Aircraft Group, Los Angeles, Calif.)

AIAA-1979-1793

American Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics, Aircraft Systems and Technology Meeting, New York, N.Y., Aug. 20-22, 1979, 15 p.F33615-77-C-0115

The image is apparently featured as “Figure 22. Minimum-Penetration-Time Vehicle”

And, there’s an identical perspective line diagram of the aircraft, labeled “Figure 21. Supersonic Penetration Baseline”, with the following bulletized comments:

- High aspect ratio fully skewable wing

- Flies on body lift at high speeds

- Multiple cycle engines

The image also includes a legend of the aircraft’s specs.

FULLY skewable?! So it does that scissors thing too!

That’s amazing and a little different than "tilt-wing”.

It wasn't built, so whatever I guess. Just another meaningless visual relic handled as such.

Deserts are part of a wider classification of regions that, on an average annual basis, have a moisture deficit (i.e. they can potentially lose more than is received). Deserts are located where vegetation cover is sparse to almost nonexistent.

Actually, these were a bit larger than pebbles and quite a challenge to scramble over. The thought of spending the rest of the week with a sprained ankle crossed my mind more than once. :)

This is the beach at Spanish Bay along the 17 Mile Drive. I would have loved to have been able to stick around and shoot along this drive at sunset but our itinerary dictated a quick daytime trip through and then on to San Francisco. There are so many beautiful spots along this drive that my head was swimming with the possibilities. This was the the first day we had been at the coast where the clouds were departing inland and the fog was nonexistent. "Be careful what you wish for" was a saying that came to mind as the fog would have added a mood to daytime shooting. :)

Please take a moment and click on the image to see it large on a black background. And thank you in advance for looking at my work and for any comments, critiques and favorites. :)

And please don't use my images without my consent.

The nonexistent smile

Welcome with a flower necklace!

Transfer from the airport to the hotel that did not happen. Either we didn't see each other or he arrived very late at the airport. I was at the hotel when I received the flower necklace.

When I found out that there is no wifi in the hotel or almost nonexistent on the island, I remembered something, the most remote place on the planet.

3G or 4G signal?

Do not even think.

TV?

Only three channels with bad images and ditto programming.

in manhattan, green is nonexistent aside from the parks.Now the High line has an artistic green space, surrealistically thin.

its probably for the shape & color, and not more.

Yay!

I want to introduce you to my Unicorns. Glitter Fart is the first one and the oldest (I got her and then her eye fell out hahahah so my mum/brother bought me another for my birthday how sweet :3) and the one to the right is Metallic Buttocks! I have another, who is a stuffie, whose name is Sparkly Poo, but we won't get into that. c:

I suppose you're wondering why I photograph what I photograph - lots of cake, and erasers. But this just makes me smile, ok? XD Cake and animals (non-existent ones, of course) make me smile! Oh, and sunshine and daisies, too. :3

This is probably the fastest (school day) photo i've taken for this project in a long time BUT GUESS WHAT? I don't mind it! Omg I could go so far as to say I like it but I wouldn't want to give you all a heart attack. :p This took ages to upload as the file is so huge hahaha. AND YES SHANNON, MORE FLOWERS. Kill me.

How is everybody today?! My day was okay I suppose! Just happy for the sunshine. Ooh and 3 days left. I am excited. Can you tell? :]

Probably should've cropped thissss and i don't like the daisy in the foreground but HERE YOU ARE ♥

Hey kids! Ever get any of those cool Trolls hairpieces but never found a way to use them? Are the connections inside of them nonexistent? Well, you're in luck! With this handy dandy Troll to Technic Adapter™, you can troll LEGO back by giving this humongous hairpiece a pin hole!

Flames of DOOM is the name for the melodic death metal band well known in every corner of the Lego world. They are famous for their brutal music, technical breakdowns and and extremely low growling. And just like any other famous band they play gigs all over the country. What can be more metal than traveling by bus when in tour? Yepp, traveling in a bus like this! It has everything your band mates might need. Place for guitars, speakers, lots of small stuff for every day and, of course, a wall that can be transformed into a stage! Wait, there's more! There is a giant antennae to broadcast your performance worldwide!

As for the model, there is a ton of features and I really tried to show them all on these images. Most of the roof can be opened and the drum kit is already installed on that transforming stage (although it takes a lot of the inner space in the bus). Only three or four parts not counting the minifigs are used with nonexistent colors. There are some additional cookies like folding table, banner on the side, fire distinguisher, guitar holders and even a sword! The bus also features steering and some sort of suspension (let's just say it is an uneasy way of attaching those wheels).

I'm trying to recover my Lego Ideas account and I'd really appreciate hearing some feedback from you before posting it there!

A nonexistent creature made from Playdoh, marbles and Photoshop

I decided I'm going to Bricklink my Skeletal Dragon, if only to see how stable the build using flex tubes really is, but it's impossible to do it in white due to nonexistent part-colour combos. So I'm making my real life version black. The colours have been changed so that it only uses parts in existing part-colour combos. Only the tail end is a non-existent PCC, but that is because it is only found as a marbled part.

Render made in Bluerender.

Spaceship Earth is a geodesic sphere that serves as the symbolic structure of Epcot, at the Walt Disney World Resort. One of the most recognizable structures of any theme park, it is also the name of the dark ride attraction that is housed within the sphere that takes guests on a time machine-themed experience using the Omnimover system.

The structure is similar in texture to the United States pavilion from Expo 67 in Montreal, but unlike that structure, Spaceship Earth is a complete sphere, supported by three pairs of legs. The architectural design was conceived by Wallace Floyd Design Group. The structural designs of both Expo 67 and Spaceship Earth were completed by Simpson Gumpertz & Heger Inc. of Boston, Massachusetts.

Geometrically, Spaceship Earth is derived from the Class 2 geodesic polyhedron with frequency of division equal to 8. Each face of the polyhedron is divided into three isosceles triangles to form each point. In theory, there are 11,520 total isosceles triangles forming 3840 points. In reality, some of those triangles are partially or fully nonexistent due to supports and doors; there are actually only 11,324 silvered facets, with 954 partial or full flat triangular panels.

The appearance of being a monolithic sphere is an architectural goal that was achieved through a structural trick. Spaceship Earth is in fact two structural domes. Six legs are supported on pile groups that are driven up to 160 feet into Central Florida's soft earth. Those legs support a steel box-shaped ring at the sphere's perimeter, at about 30 degrees south latitude in earth-terms. The upper structural dome sits on this ring. A grid of trusses inside the ring supports two helical structures of the ride and show system. Below the ring, a second dome is hung from the bottom, completing the spherical shape. The ring and trusses form a table-like structure which separates the upper dome from the lower. Supported by and about three feet off the structural domes is a cladding sphere to which the shiny Alucobond panels and drainage system are mounted.

The cladding was designed so that when it rains, no water pours off the sides onto the ground. All water is collected through one-inch gaps in the facets into a gutter system, and finally channeled into the World Showcase Lagoon.

Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff):

Camera - Nikon D5200 (handheld)

Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom

ISO – 1000

Aperture – f/5.6

Exposure – 1/3 second

Focal Length – 175mm

The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11

Flames of DOOM is the name for the melodic death metal band well known in every corner of the Lego world. They are famous for their brutal music, technical breakdowns and and extremely low growling. And just like any other famous band they play gigs all over the country. What can be more metal than traveling by bus when in tour? Yepp, traveling in a bus like this! It has everything your band mates might need. Place for guitars, speakers, lots of small stuff for every day and, of course, a wall that can be transformed into a stage! Wait, there's more! There is a giant antennae to broadcast your performance worldwide!

As for the model, there is a ton of features and I really tried to show them all on these images. Most of the roof can be opened and the drum kit is already installed on that transforming stage (although it takes a lot of the inner space in the bus). Only three or four parts not counting the minifigs are used with nonexistent colors. There are some additional cookies like folding table, banner on the side, fire distinguisher, guitar holders and even a sword! The bus also features steering and some sort of suspension (let's just say it is an uneasy way of attaching those wheels).

I'm trying to recover my Lego Ideas account and I'd really appreciate hearing some feedback from you before posting it there!

www.maxtutanoronha.com

Taste it here ...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=KctfTfnFAJg

and here for a longer version of the documentary...

www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=pZ0LXngdmuE...

I'd like to talk about the concert last night, but I'm afraid that to describe it I'd need to ask someone for some mind altering substances.

In two words then I'd say that it was just insanely beautiful, and comfortably numbing.

A bunch of old folks, with less hair and bigger than nonexistent (25 years ago), little watermelons in our mid-sections, oh well...

All and all, we got all mellow and nicer.

Roger Waters, a symbol of socialism liricism mixed with opera, theather and experimental was there, with his back against the world, standing in black, preaching to a child plastered in the wall.

Our minds right there and then were the walls, and our spirits were wishing to have wings.

The sounds,OMG, the marching, the forward movements evoqued by the beating of the drums, the bass drum there is, and the emotions, razor sharp as flash backs of a non distant past.

In unison our arms moved forward, and my left fist, pounded the black thick smoky air, 25 years peeled off my age, right there and then I was around 25 again, and I was taking it all in.

And I thought of Roger Waters, and his paradoxal socialistic approach to music, and a real love for money, that will be just pouring in with this fascinating tour.

I think that this is an oxymoron.

And he deserves all of it.

Back then, romming the streets in Brasil,we were all leftist, or we had left wing views, wanting to change the world, to break all of our imaginary walls,to rid poverty, to be free, and to have peace in the world, and it was a peaceful way of thinking, it was all about non violence, and with awe, all we wanted was to coexist.

And now, we've become a little wiser, a little mellower and a little grayer.

And yes, I still wish that David would still be there, and I wondered then , who is laughing now ......

For more info:

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Momentary_Lapse_of_Reason_Tour

And I was there .....

Max Tuta

The greatest LEGO Space theme that never was, Seatron was conceived right after Futuron and would have given us our first (and more creative and interesting) LEGO aliens most of a decade before the UFO theme released.

All we have is some intriguing preliminary shots of a fascinating theme with a white, black and trans red "surface" palate and an Aquanauts-like yellow, black and trans blue "underwater" palate.

Anyway, I think it would have been a great theme, and it's well worth a MOC or several. And it being FebRovery let's make a rover.

Probably the Seatron faction minifigures would have been more Futuron-like than CS-like, but my Futuron minifig supplies are practically nonexistent.

I've done some Seatron-like MOCs before, connected with the Ice Planet faction as explorers of a subsurface ocean within Planet Krysto (a subtheme I call "Ice Planet: Aquarius Project"), but this is my first actual Seatron MOC.

First clean in a while!

Since we can’t do much with 629 at the moment due to its smashed windscreen love has been given to 623 today.

The masterswitch fault has been investigated which was found to just be a faulty circuit breaker, this has been replaced which means 623 can now be started up properly without needing to bridge the battery relay with a screwdriver.

This has allowed us to leave 623 running for a longer period of time which has charged up the batteries again as they had gone flat due to being used to start up V258DPS a few months back while we couldn’t leave 623 running long before due to the masterswitch issue.

Numerous panels have been fitted back on and the nearside advert frame removed. The padlocks which were fitted by a previous owner and starting to fall off were fully removed also.

The suspension leveling issue has been identified as the offside rear leveling sensor snapping. A new part has been ordered for this and will be replaced in due course.

Lastly much progress has been made to the roof with the entire offside being resealed for the first time since it left the factory, the previous seal was pretty much nonexistent. While the large hole where the rear air vent which had fallen off was has been plated over, First Aberdeen had done this modification to most of the batch as the rear vent was prone to letting water in and didn’t serve much useful purpose. This should hopefully improve the water ingress situation which has rotted much of the flooring.

Glad to see them at Saigon Zoo, Ho Chi Minh City. There are 3 of them in the zoo, sadly the captive area is unnatural and small.

Hairy-nosed Otter (Lutra sumatrana)

The hairy-nosed otter (Lutra sumatrana) is a semiaquatic mammal native to Southeast Asia. It is one of the rarest otter species. Until 1998, it was thought to have been extinct, but small populations have been discovered since then.

Measurements

Weight: 11 to 13 lb (5.0 to 5.9 kg)

Head-body length: 20 to 32 in (51 to 81 cm)

Tail length: 14 to 20 in (36 to 51 cm)

Identification

The hairy-nosed otter is the least known of the Asian otters, and is also the most difficult to identify in the field. It gets its name from the hairs on the end of its rhinarium (moist part of its nose); in most other respects, it is similar to European otter, Lutra lutra. Hairy-nosed otters are entirely brown, except for lips, chin, and upper throat, which are whitish. Their fur is rather rough but short. Their tails are flattened and oval in cross section, and their feet are fully webbed between the digits, with prominent claws. The penis of the adult male is not visible externally. The contact call between otters is a single-syllabic chirp; adult females call to pups with a staccato chatter. Large otters are very similar and can be positively distinguished only by close inspection of the nose and fur, or the skull. In this species, the skull is flatter than that of smooth otter, Lutrogale perspicillataI and has smaller teeth.

Ecology and habitat

The hairy-nosed otter can be found in coastal areas and on larger inland rivers, solitary or in groups of up to four. Its diet includes fish and crustaceans. Pairing of a male and a female may be limited to the breeding period.

Distribution and status

This otter is found in Southeast Asia (Myanmar, South Thailand, Cambodia, South Vietnam and Peninsular Malaysia, including Sumatra and Borneo). Extremely few individuals survive in Vietnam, southern Thailand, Sumatra and Cambodia, being menaced by poaching.

Sightings

At present, it is believed to live mainly in two nature reserves in Vietnam,[5] in the Toa Daeng peat swamp forest in southern Thailand, and in Sumatra, the place for which it was named. It was rediscovered in 2005. It was also rediscovered in Tonle Sap Lake, Cambodia. Even from these places, they are known from a tiny number of sightings and some roadkill, and from skins.

In June 2008, the Wildlife Alliance-led Wildlife Rapid Rescue Team received a donated hairy-nosed otter originating near the Tonle Sap in Cambodia. Working with Conservation International, they established a safe home for the rescued otter at the Phnom Tamao Wildlife Rescue Centre, but the otter, which had been frequently sick throughout its life in captivity, died of unknown causes in February 2010. Phnom Tamao Wildlife Rescue Centre rescued another hairy-nosed otter in July 2010, and hope it will become part of a future captive breeding program. This is currently the only known hairy-nosed otter in captivity.

Another record of the species was on September 2008 in U Minh Ha National Park in southern Vietnam, when researchers from the Carnivore and Pangolin Conservation Program said they have found two hairy-nosed otters.

After being assumed to be “nonexistent” in the state of Sabah, Malaysia, for the last 100 years, the otter was rediscovered using a series of camera traps in 2010. The same study also confirmed the presence of several other endangered species. Director of Sabah Forestry Department Datuk Sam Mannan said, “These findings show that long-term sustainable forest management is of great importance for the protection of some of this country’s most threatened species and of the unique biodiversity of the forests of Borneo.”

Conservation

The hairy-nosed otter is the rarest otter in Asia, most likely verging on extinction in the northern parts of its range and of uncertain status elsewhere. Only a few viable populations remain, widely scattered in region. The species is threatened by loss of lowland wetland habitats, hunting for fur and meat, and accidental killing during fishing.Although the population of the hairy nosed otter is unsure it is estimated to be around 86.

[Credit: en.wikipedia.org]

Fertilizers, pesticides and animal feed are practically nonexistent in Batanes. Cattle typically roam free in the undulating hills and mountains, living off only on the natural pasturelands and watering holes. There are even WILD cattle interior of Batan in an area dubbed as Marlboro country. Probably the only regular "export" from Batanes is organic beef that is coveted gourmet fare in mainland Manila.

It is illegal to bring in meat and meat products into Batanes to prevent contamination and disease introduction. Only male cattle can be butcherered legally. Females are given a free pass for population propagation.

at the hills of Chadpidan, town of Basco, Batanes islands, the Philippines

let’s go organic in Batanes in colloidfarl.blogspot.com/

A sculpture of a swan that I made from LEGO bricks. This is actually a combination of two different species of swans. I grabbed various characteristics from the two of them, making a probably nonexistent species. It took maybe 40 hours to design and build.

The head and feet are recycled parts from my old bird old bird, made a 1.5 years before this one. The old one fell off of a shelf, and I didn't want to repair it, so I made a better version.

The wings of this sculpture ended up being too heavy to sustain their own weight (although they are pretty durable), but the cross support holds them firmly in place.

Hood doors flappin' on a hot Kansas evening lookin' for a nonexistent breeze, a Frisco U30B has just crossed the Rock Island and will soon complete its journey to the Air Capital, Wichita. This is the train from Neodesha making its near sundown arrival. Today's consist one U30B and two GP15-1's.

I apologize for the derail sign.

Being in the Palouse last week just reminded me of what a special place it is to visit and photograph. It is likely that if you are not a photographer, you probably have never heard of it. Other than the beauty of the landscape, there are not a lot of other attractions there to attract other tourists. The Palouse has been described as a culinary wasteland, with most towns not having restaurants or convenience stores. Cell phone service is nonexistent in many parts of the Palouse. Gas stations are few and far between. The area is primarily farmland with some of the richest soil in the US. The people who live there are extremely hard working, supporting the farming industry.

From a photography standpoint, the rolling landscapes, especially during the golden hours at sunrise and sunset, are some of the most desirable subjects. I have heard the Palouse described as the equivalent of Italy's Tuscany region. When you stand on Steptoe Butte and look down on the undulating landscape, you easily understand that comparison. All shades of green and brown can be seen for miles and miles. It's beauty is unique

A walk into town to pick up a neighbour’s medication gave me the opportunity to take my first 2021 shots and here we see Sanders Coasthopper branded former Wilts & Dorset Wright bodied Volvo B7RLE type number 506 - HF54 HHB as it passes through “the narrows” section of Church Street, Cromer whilst working the above service CH2 journey. The infamous “marmite regeneration” of Cromer Town Centre which took place in the early 2000s, resulted in the whole length of Church Street being narrowed to provide wider pavements, although in this original narrow section they remain virtually nonexistent, especially beside The Albion PH to the right. Hard to believe this was once a two way thoroughfare.

The twelve former W&D vehicles that entered service with Sanders during April & May 2018 were allocated fleet numbers 502-14. They all retained their former blue livery with 502-12 being branded for Coasthopper. At least half have now received Sanders standard single deck livery of allover yellow.

In the background we can see the tower of St Peter & St Paul’s church, at 160ft the tallest in Norfolk. The church has undoubtedly witnessed many events in the 600 plus years it has dominated the town, but surely nothing quite like the year 2020.

FL63DXB is seen on the 724 in Hertford with the now nonexistent Greenline route branding.

Vehicle Details

Operator: Arriva Herts and Essex

Fleet Number: 3771

Registration: FL63DXB

Vehicle: VDL SB200 Wright Eclipse 2

One bridge; three Prontos.

For some reason whenever I see Lincoln's the Pronto liveried MMCs it always tends to be when they're heading north over Pelham Bridge, which is a bit unfortunate as the background is pretty nonexistent here. On this particular afternoon, I saw all three at this typical location!

This was 11275, at Lincoln with a B3, in its last few days before returning to Mansfield in exchange for the coronation liveried bus, which itself is an ex-Pronto. That's only meant to be a loan though, so maybe Lincoln is set to lose one decker overall.

I remember reading somewhere that the the reason Lincoln got the Pronto MMCs in the first place was because we had an extra requirement for tachograph fitted deckers, which at a guess would be the Moy Park and/or Bakkavor runs. No idea which native buses are tacho, the Scania N230s, maybe? But seeing as anything gets allocated anywhere, what difference does it even make?

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(since writing this I've seen 11275 still in Lincoln, sooooo?)

Goode Glacier looked messy and virtually nonexistent in the late season. Photos from Logan weren't at the optimal angle to know that the buttress route wouldn't have worked out after all.

Gravity is nonexistent.

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The flying train

La malograda línea del ferrocarril Baeza-Utiel dejó cientos de grandes estructuras inútiles a lo largo de sus 366 km. de longitud. Estas obras tuvieron en general un alto grado de conclusión en los tramos entre Jaén y Albacete. Sin embargo a partir de esta última ciudad, comienza un rosario de explanaciones discontinuas, túneles ciegos, viaductos a medio terminar y pasos superiores en mitad de la nada para caminos inexistentes. Muchas canalizaciones de aguas, pontones o pasos inferiores quedaron también al desnudo sin el terraplén que debía cubrirlos.

La poética del fracaso es especialmente dramática en estos elementos inconclusos. Entre ellos, este viaducto ferroviario inacabado sobre el Río Cabriel, que delimita las provincias de Albacete y Valencia, junto a la aldea de Los Cárceles.

Más fotografías de esta línea ferroviaria en www.flickr.com/groups/baeza-utiel/

The failed Baeza-Utiel railroad line left hundreds of useless mega-structures along its 366 km of length. These works generally had a high degree of conclusion in the sections between Jaén and Albacete. However, from this last city began a rosary of discontinuous levelings, blind tunnels, half-finished viaducts and upper passes in the middle of nowhere for nonexistent paths. Lots of water drains, pontoons or lower steps were also left exposed without the embankment which should cover them.

The poetics of failure is especially dramatic in these unfinished elements. Among them, this unfinished railway viaduct over the Cabriel River, which delimits the provinces of Albacete and Valencia, next to the small village of Los Cárceles.

More photographs of this railway line at www.flickr.com/groups/baeza-utiel/

Virginia's Warbler. Click to enlarge. Virginia's Warblers occupy a small area in the United States. These warblers spend summers on dry brushy mountainsides in the West and winters in Mexico; their habitat often makes Virginia's Warbler hard to observe. This one is in an about-to-bloom mesquite tree near Tucson, Arizona in the Sonoran Desert. Males and sometimes females have a small chestnut patch on the crown that is usually hidden. Have a couple other photos showing its yellow patches but tree leaves obscured the face. The amount of yellow varies from bright on males to pale or nonexistent on females and young birds. More warblers in PhotoStream and/or Birds album.

© 2013 Thousand Word Images by Dustin Abbott

Just a little bit of predawn glow early one December morning. The temperature is cold, but the air is crystal clear over the frozen surface of the winter other than a rising mist where a little stretch of open water is exposed to the chill of the air. The quiet is near absolute. The sounds of people and animals are almost nonexistent, and not a breath of wind stirs. That moment is crystalized, frozen in time. In the still of winter I found one more patch of frozen paradise.

Technical information Canon EOS 6D, Rokinon 14mm f/2.8, Processed in Adobe Lightroom 5, Photoshop CC, and Alien Skin Exposure 5

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La portada sur de la iglesia de San Martín de Rejas de San Esteban (Soria); está compuesta de tres arquivoltas de medio punto, la decoración es mediante ajedrezados, bolas, cadenetas y hojas tetrapétalas inscritas en círculos.

Los capiteles apoyados en columnas laterales son leones afrontados y Sansón desquijarando al león, ambos son toscos y presentan signos de deterioro.

Encima de los arcos se ven ocho modillones que servían de soporte a la inexistente cornisa.

Este Monumento Nacional de estilo románico fue construido en el siglo XI, consta de una sola nave, un ábside y una galería porticada con siete arcos.

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The south portal of the church of San Martín de Rejas of San Esteban (Soria); it is composed of three half-point archivolts, the decoration is by checkers, balls, chains and tetrapétalas leaves inscribed in circles.

The capitals supported by lateral columns are facing lions and Samson dislodging the lion, both are coarse and show signs of deterioration.

Above the arches are eight modillions that served as support for the nonexistent cornice.

This Romanesque-style National Monument was built in the eleventh century, consisting of a single nave, an apse and an arcaded gallery with seven arches.

Eloquently articulated by Mr. Bizony. Accurately as well.

If I don’t promote myself, sure as hell ain’t no one else going to do it, hence this post.

Especially since a hodgepodge of tools have been regularly reposting my stuff all over the place for quite some time now with nary any attribution. That’s rude, selfish & arrogant. I don’t appreciate it. Common courtesy is basically nonexistent.

I won’t even get into being stiff-armed and just blatantly ignored - 6+ years & counting - by a variety of POS NASA ass-wipes.

The extract is at/from:

issuu.com/sirimadeeraysingsay/docs/the_art_of_nasa_the_il...

Credit: issuu website

TIme to catch up a little bit.... this was from back in JUNE!! Yes, my crappy, nearly nonexistent internet and my overwhelming number of projects and work schedule has kind of caused me to pretty much disappear. So let's catch up... taking you back to JUNE and the best 5 days I have spent in YEARS!!! And my bandsaw is indeed up and running again now! YEY!!

June 8, 2021: OMG! I love him!! My “found objects” owl!! .... AND Geoffrey Gorman, our amazing instructor!!! I spent 5 days as part of the art community at Peters Valley, a place that has earned my favorite adjective... “magical”... 5 days of ”finding the soul of forgotten materials” while restoring my own creative soul. This is exactly what I needed and the kind words, encouragement, and inspiration from Geoffrey and the other students, I will hold in my heart forever. My total inability to discard even the smallest piece of crap made me a natural for this class.... and being surrounded by people that appreciated all the crap without telling me that I need an intervention was also PRICELESS! Yes, these people are my tribe! I knew this class would fall into the "life-changing" category! I’m thinking it’s time to get my band saw up and running again. So many ideas... so so many...and enough "found objects" to keep me busy for a lifetime! Truly the best five days I have had in YEARS! (I’m pretty sure there’s a pneumatic nail gun in my future!)

“Sticking the electronic brain of an automatic paper towel dispenser in the body of a Deathtron Warbot? What could go wrong? It’s like getting a free robot."

(Rendered for the new episode of TEJFAF, This Is Going To Be So Much Fun: tejfaf.wordpress.com/2018/01/14/this-is-going-to-be-so-mu...).

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Gotta be honest, I'm not proud of this. I threw it together incredibly quickly (with the exception of the seventeen-armed pink guy, who was a royal pain, even with nonexistent pink snakes to work with), and it's rife with mistakes and general sloppiness. I will readily admit there are a couple continuity errors here with the episode this is inspired by, but honestly I really did just cobble this together.

This is one of of my many recent (if unrendered) builds that I essentially made to showcase some minifigs, without much thought to quality. I did actually crack down and build an interior I'm proud of, though, so expect that after a couple more minifig-fests.

A very rare car in Athens, the estates are pretty much nonexistent, all the ones I've seen have been visitors from Albania where they're seemingly everywhere

In the background is the Kimberly Avenue bridge which goes over the West River separating West Haven and New Haven.

For what its worth, here's the latest New Haven Register story about this neighborhood and its future....

www.nhregister.com/news/article/The-Haven-upscale-outlet-...

View On Black

The old town of Sighisoara.

Some places just look good in black and white. They just seem archaic and strange enough for that. The old town of Sighisoara is definitely one of them - especially where antique lanterns hang off the walls.

In this case the shot is taken right behind the famous house of Dracula (which functions predoninantly as a restaurant). The alley is very scenic in color too, but I prefer this look. As if the time long gone comes back to life and just for a moment one is transported two hundred years back - when the streets of the city were echoing with the sound of horse hooves and these lanterns were the only light source.

The story behind the shot:

In each post about Sighisoara I emphasize that this place is crowded with tourists around noon and almost empty the rest of the day. This shot is takenl around three in the afternoon and as you can see - there are almost no people around. I don't know what photoadvice to give you to do something like this - the technical subtleties of of the the shot are generally nonexistent (at least to me, it seems a pretty easy shot to take), there's nothing special. It's just important to see something that matters and means something to you.

Le M.U.R Mulhouse

¨ Movimiento Sosegado ¨ / ¨ Calmer le Mouvement ¨

Mulhouse / Francia .

Me inspire en el devenir que me sugiere este sistema, en la vorágine del día día, donde pretendemos controlar y saber todo lo que va a suceder.

Donde solamente transitamos por el camino de nuestros intereses y nos relacionamos por los mismos, en esta ¨ Gran Prix ¨ del éxito, donde se fomenta el ¨ Non Stop ¨ . Donde la calma o tomarse un tiempo para reflexionar sobre lo hecho, casi no existe, paso a ser normal que la lentitud, ser pausado, bien razonado, se asocie a valores negativos.

Esta claro que las decisiones importantes no deben tomarse a la azar ó impulsivamente.

Pero mantener una actitud contemplativa nos integra en el medio y pueda ser el refugio de brillantes ideas que nos ayuden a nuestro proceder.

// ingles

I inspire in the future that suggests this system, in the maelstrom of the day day, where we aim to control and know everything that is going to happen to me.

Where we only walked the path of our interests and we relate by them, in this ¨ Grand Prix ¨ of success, where fostering ¨ Non Stop ¨. Where the calm or take time to reflect on what has been done, is almost nonexistent, step to be normal that the slow, leisurely, well-reasoned, is associated with negative values.

Is clear that important decisions should not be taken to the random or impulsively.

But keep a contemplative attitude us integrates in the middle and it may be the refuge of brilliant ideas that help us in our proceeding.

The description of this work is "Similarly impossible to see are the laces of the nonexistent shoe that the figure in "Shoe Tie", 2012 is trying to do up n a bent posture that recalls the Hellenistic Spinario.

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WEEK 17 – Southaven Gordmans Liquidates Again (VII)

For this shot I’m standing exactly even with the front entrance of the store, and have turned to face back over to the front right corner, such that we’re overlooking the entirety of the juniors department. The cart storage area can also be seen a little bit; we’ll explore that closer in a few clicks.

While the merchandise was indeed probably thinner than normal (although, again, I can’t say that for certain – remember, it’s possible Stage cut that down from what Gordmans 1.0 would have had)… I’d still argue that the lack of any merchandise on the wall is what makes this scene look emptier than anything else. Compare to this (somewhat comparable) view and let me know what you think.

(c) 2021 Retail Retell

These places are public so these photos are too, but just as I tell where they came from, I'd appreciate if you'd say who :)

Unfortunately I have been unable to get out lately with my camera to take new pictures. So, I decided to spend some time, during the heat of the Texas summer, and edit some of the pictures from my Alaskan cruise vacation last summer. At the time, my knowledge of photography and editing was nonexistent. I just put the images on here straight from camera just to share with family and friends. Many of the pictures taken from the ship were quite hazy and I didn't have a clue about how to deal with that at the time or in post. While my editing skills still aren't all that great, I have learned enough to better bring out the beauty in the pictures (hopefully).

This was taken in Juneau during a whale watching tour. When you go on a tour like this, you hope that you can see 1 or 2 whales. Well on this day we hit the jackpot! There were about 15-20 whales bubble net feeding and it was such an amazing sight to see. We were fortunate enough to spend about an hour or so watching these incredible animals. This was definitely the highlight of our trip :) Original image here

Weekend rail action in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania is all but nonexistent with Amtrak's Harrisburg line and Strasburg's passenger service suspended. Instead, my wife and I took a ride into Amish farm country to get out of our temporary apartment for a few hours yesterday. It's nice to travel the back roads without the usual tourist traffic.

Here a six-horsepower baler rig is scooping up the first cutting of hay on the nicest day so far this year. Apparently, solid steel wheels are no longer an option offered on New Holland equipment.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015

BY STELLY RIESLING

Featured below is another original art work of mine in homage to THE PIONEER OF INVISIBLE ART — PAUL JAISINI. Forget all the copycats that came after him — Master Paul Jaisini was the *FIRST* of a totally original concept and the *BEST*. My favorite thing about him is that he’s a voice, not an echo, which is quite rare.

DISCLAIMER: This is for anyone who is a hater OR wishes to better understand me, what I’m all about, so you can decide whether I’m weird or normal enough for you — a kind of very loose manifesto, rushed and unrevised, full of raw uncut emotion that I don’t like to be evident in my writing as lately I prefer a more professional, formal style, so we can consider this a rough draft of the more polished writing to come when I have extra time. I might return to this text later and clean it up or break it into separate parts. Right now it’s a long-winded hot mess, so if you manage to make any sense of it, BIG PROPS TO YOU. lol …and if you manage to read it ALL, you have my solemn respect!!! in a day when reading has been reduced to just catchy headliners and short captions of images once in a while. The consequence of this one-liner internet culture is non-linear, tunnel thinking, which is baaaaaad.

There lives among us a most enigmatic and charismatic creature named Paul Jaisini who led me into the wonderful world of art, not personally, but through descriptions of his artworks in essays written and published online by his friend, which painted the most fascinating images in my mind. Early on as a kiddo, I experimented with photography, simple point and shoot whatever looked attractive to me. Digital manipulation of my photographs with computer software followed… and somehow I learned useful drawing techniques along the way to combine existing elements with nonexistent ones, which allowed me to elevate the context for my ideas. Later, I started creating my own digital art from scratch for my friends and family as a favorite pastime. They would shower me with praise and repeatedly encouraged me to share my “different” vision with the rest of the world… it took a while and wasn’t easy to overcome the insecurity of not being good enough along with a gripping fear of being harshly criticized, but one day I woman-ed up and started publishing my work on the web, reminding myself that my livelihood didn’t depend on a positive reception.

Paul Jaisini’s role in all this has been to not disgrace myself, even if what I do is just a hobby. And I would never do him and other genius artists the disservice of calling myself a professional because I know I’ll never be as good as any of the GIANTS of pre-modern history. Be the best or be nothing, no middle ground.

People’s jealousy in the past, future and present over my obsessive love of Paul Jaisini, which they are well aware is purely plutonic, has caused them to despise the man and has made many relationships/friendships impossible for me. I refuse to have such people in my life because by harboring any negativity towards Paul, they unknowingly feel that way about me and express it to me. It’s their own problem for not realizing this. Paul’s new art movement, Gleitzeit, shaped me into the allegedly awesome girl I am today, giving my art more edge, more “sexy” because it refined my vision of the world and propelled me to attain the skills necessary to not dishonor my family name through tenacious pursuit of perfection. Since the beginning of my life, I attempted to depict what I saw in visual, musical and literal forms, but continuously failed without adequate training and determination. Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit was the answer to my prayers. Who I am today I owe mostly to him and his selfless ideals of the artverse that I’ve given unconditional loyalty to (he has this cool ability for hyper-vision to see whole universes, not itty bitty worlds, hence I call it an artverse instead of art world, with him in mind). So again, anyone who hates Paul Jaisini hates ME because, regardless of what he means to you, he is the most important person in my life for making me ME. The way a famous actor, dancer or singer inspires others to act, dance or sing, Paul inspired me to become a better artist, better writer, better everything. More people would understand if he was a household name because they’re wired to in society. But we’re inspiring each other all the time in our own little communities without being famous, so if someone has the ability to change even ONE person’s life immensely with creativity, it is a massive achievement. And passionate folks like myself are compelled to scream it from the cyber rooftops. So here I am. It’s whatever.

Furthermore, I’d like to address here a few pressing matters in light of some recent drama brought on by both strangers and former friends. To start, I never judge the passions, interests or likes of others, which are often in my face all over the place, so likewise they have no right to judge any of mine. It is quite unfortunate and frustrating how very little understanding and education the majority of people have or want to have. Their logic is as primitive as a chipmunk when it comes to promotion of fine art on the web: “spamming, advertising, report!” It’s their own problem that they fail to understand what it’s about due to the distorted lens through which they see the world or inability to think for themselves; an inherent lack of perception or inquisitiveness. Well, guess what? Every single image, every animation, every video, every post dedicated to Mr. Paul Jaisini and “Gleitziet” (to elaborate: a revolutionary new art movement Paul founded with his partner in crime and personal friend, EYKG, who discovered him and believed in him more than anyone) has an important purpose. Every one of those things you run across is a piece of a puzzle, a move in a game, an inch down a rabbit hole; the deeper you go, the more interesting it gets; the more levels you pass, the more clues unfold, the greater the suspense and nearer the conclusion (yet further). You earn awesome rewards like enlightenment, spiritual revelations, truths, knowledge, wisdom and the most profound reward of all: the drive to improve yourself to the absolute maximum, so an unending, unshakable drive. People often make a wrong turn in this cyber game and go back a few levels or get stuck. Those that keep on pushing, however, will come to find the effort has been worth it. And what awaits you in the end of it all? The greatest challenge to beating the game: YOUR OWN MIND. You will be forced to let go of every belief you held before you had reached the last level, to completely alter your mindset and perception of the world, of life, of yourself. But by the time you’ve gotten to that point, it will be as easy as falling off a cliff! (It is a kind of suicide after all — death and rebirth of spirit.)

Paul Jaisini does NOT, *I repeat* does NOT use mystery and obscurity to his advantage as a clever marketing ploy, no, he’s too next level for that with a consciousness so rich, he should wear a radioactive warning sign (he’ll melt your brain, best wear a tinfoil hat in his presence as I certainly would.) The statement he makes is loud and clear, hidden in plain site for those who take the time to connect the dots and have enough curiosity to fuel their journey into unknown territory (an open mind and flexible perception helps a lot). Actually, anyone with an IQ above 90 is sure to figure it out sooner or later. Hint: You don’t have to SEE an extraordinary thing with your eyes to know it exists, to understand it and realize its greatness — you can only feel it in your bone marrow, your spinal fluid, your heart and soul. The moment you do figure it out, as the skeleton key of the human soul, it will unlock the greatness and massive potential buried deep within, changing the doomed direction humanity is undoubtedly headed. I don’t speak in riddles, I speak in a clear direct way that intelligent humans will understand, so I’m counting on them.

GIG is an international group of artists and writers that support Paul Jaisini’s Gleitzeit. We started off as an unofficial fan club of Jaisini in 1996, comprised of only 6 individuals spanning 3 countries, and eventually escalated in status to an official fan group across the entire globe. A decade later it had grown to hundreds of fans. Nearly another decade later, there are thousands. Let’s not leave out another delightful group of vicious haters that have been around for nearly as long as us since the late 90s and have also grown in impressive numbers. Now, for the record (and please write this one down because I’m sick of repeating myself), Paul Jaisini himself is not part of our group and has nothing to do with us. He loves and hates us equally for butchering his name and making him appear as a narcissistic nut-job in his own words. He casts hexes on us for the blinding flash we layer over the art that members contribute to GIG — “disgusting-police-lights, seizure-inducing-laser-lightshow, bourgeois-myspace-effects retarded-raver shit” in Paul’s words. Ahh, how we love his sweet-talking us. In a desperate attempt to please him, those among us who make the art and animations have spent countless hours and sleepless nights trying to solve a crazy-complex quantum-physics type of equation = how to not create tacky or tasteless content. He does fancy some of it now, we got better, that’s something! In the reason stated below, our mission just got out of hand at some point.

What little is known about Paul Jaisini, even in all this time, is he’s a horrible perfectionist who slaughtered hundreds of innocent babies — I mean — artworks of remarkable beauty created by his own right hand (mostly paintings, some watercolors and drawings). He’s a fierce recluse who wants nothing to do with anyone or anything in life. But those few of us who know of an incredible talent he possesses (one could go as far as calling it a superpower), could not allow him to live his life without the recognition he FUCKING DESERVES more than any artist out there living today and, arguably, yesterday. We use whatever means necessary to reach more people, lots of flash and razzle-dazzle to lure them into our sinister trap of a higher awareness. Mwahaha! The visual boom you’ve witnessed in both cyber and real worlds, that is GIG’s doing — two damn decades of spreading an art virus — IVA. InVisibleArtitis… or a drug as in Intravenous Art. It’s whatever you want it to be, honey.

Our Gleitzeit International Group (GIG) started off innocently enough and gradually spiraled out of control to fight the haters, annoying the hell out of them as much as humanly possible. They don’t like what we do? WE DO MORE AND MORE OF IT. But never without purpose, without a carefully executed plan in mind collectively. If we have to tolerate an endless tidal wave of everyone’s vomit — e.g., idiotic memes and comics; dumbed-down one-liner quotes; selfies; so-called “art photography” passed through one-click app filters; mindless scribbles or random splatters by regular folks who have the nerve to call themselves serious/pro artists; primitive images of pets, babies, landscapes, random objects, etc… then people sure as shit are gonna tolerate what we put out, our animated and non-animated visual art designed for our beloved master, Paul Jaisini, who has shown us the light, the right path to follow, taught us great things and done so much for us — and so in our appreciation of him, we stamp his name on everything, for the sacrifices he has made in the name of art, to save our art verse, he’s a goddamn hero. There’s a book being written in his dedication where little will be left to the imagination about him.

If Paul Jaisini was as famous as Koons or Hirst, for example, people would know it’s not him posting stuff online with his name on it but fans creating fanart like myself among others. But noooooo, such a thing is unfathomable to most people - the promotion of another artist. Like, what’s in it for us? Uhh, nothing?? This is all NON-PROFIT bitches, the way art should be. It’s a passion FIRST, a commodity/commercial product/marketable item LAST and least. Its been that way for us since the early 90s to this day. Not a single member of GIG has sold an art work (neither has Paul Jaisini who’s a true professional) and we want to keep it that way. We do it for reasons far beyond ego. So advertising? Really? How the hell do you advertise or sell thin air, you know, invisible paintings, invisible anything? Ha ha, very funny indeed. The idea here is so simple, your neighbor’s dog can grasp it. Our motives: replace fast food for the mind with fine art, actual fine art. You know, creativity? Conscious thought? Talent? Skill? Knowledge? All that good stuff rolled into one to bring viewers more than a momentary ooohand aaahh reaction. Replace the recycled images ad nauseum; repetitious, worn-out ideas; disposable, gimmicky, money-driven fast art for simpletons. Stick with the highest of ideals and save the whole bloody planet.

Fine art is often confused with craft-making. This often creates bad blood between classically trained artists who put out paintings that leave a lasting impression, that make strong conversation pieces, that are thought-provoking and deep… and trained craftspeople whose skills are adequate to create decorative pieces for homely environments — landscapes, still lifes, animals, pretty fairies, common things of fantasy, and other simplicity. Skills alone are not enough for high art, you need a vision, a purpose, the ability to tell a story with every stroke of your brush that will both fascinate and terrify the viewers, arousing powerful emotions, illuminating. I have yet to see a visible painting in my generation that does anything at all for me, other than evoke sheer outrage and disgust. What a terrible waste of space and valuable resources it all is.

Paul Jaisini leads, we follow. He wishes to remain unknown - so do most of us. I’m next in line, slipping into recluse mode, no longer wanting to attach my face, my human image to my art stuff. I wish to be a nameless, faceless artist as well, invisible like P.J., and in his footsteps I too have destroyed thousands of my own artistic photography and digital art made with tedious, labor-intensive handwork. The whole point of this destruction is achieving the finest results possible by letting go of the imperfect, purging it on a regular basis, to make way for the perfect. I love what I do so it doesn’t matter, I know I’ll keep producing as much as I’m discarding, keeping the balance. Hoarding is an enemy of progress, especially the digital kind as there’s absolutely no limit to it. It’s like carrying a load of bricks on your back you’ll never use or need.

The watering down of creativity that digital pack ratting has caused as observed over the years is most tragic. For the creative individual, relying on terabytes of stock photos or OSFAP as I call them (Once Size Fits All Photos) instead of making your own as you used to when you had no choice, being 100% original, is a splinter in the conscience. It’s not evil to use stock of, say, things you don’t have access to (outer space, deep sea, Antarctica, etc.), but many digital artists I know today can’t take their own shot of a pencil ‘cause they “ain’t got no time for that!” How did they have time before? Did time get so compressed in only a decade?

Ohhhhh, and the edits, textures, filters, plug-ins and what-have-you available out there to everyone and their cats… are responsible for the tidal wave of rubbish that eclipses the magnificent light of the real talents.

I can tell you with utmost sincerity there is no better feeling on earth than knowing your creation is ALL yours, every pixel and dot, from the first to the last. It’s not always possible to make it so, but definitely the most rewarding endeavor. I’m most proud of myself when I can accomplish that.

Back to Paul Jaisini, from the start there have been a number of theories floating around on what his real story is. One of my own theories is that he stands for the unknowns of the world who can’t get representation, can’t get exhibited at a decent gallery because highly gifted/trained artists aren’t good enough - those kind of establishments prefer bananas, balloon dogs, feces, gigantic dicks/cunts, and all kinds of what-the-fucks…

So again, you don’t get the Paul Jaisini thing? That’s your problem. Don’t hate others for getting it. People are good, very good, at making baseless assumptions and impulsively spewing it as truth. They criticize and judge as if they’re high authorities on the subject yet they clearly lack education in fine art or art history and possess little to no talent or skill to back up their bullshit. My little “credibility radar” never fails. When they say I know this or I know that, I reply don’t say “I know” or state things as fact as a general rule of thumb - instead say “I assume/believe” and state the reasons you feel thus to appear less immature, especially about a controversial topic like invisible art. I have zero respect or tolerance for egomaniacs who think they know it all and act accordingly like arrogant pricks. Who can stand those, right? Once again, a good example would be: I, Stelly Riesling, believe everything I’ve written in this little manifesto to be correct based on personal experience and observation from multiple angles, thorough research and sufficient data collected from verifiable sources (and don’t go copying-pasting my own words back at me, be original). Just because you or I say so doesn’t make it so. Just because you or me think or believe so doesn’t make it true or right. I only ask that my opinions are regarded respectfully and whoever opposes them does so in a mature, civilized manner. We should only be entitled to opinions that don’t bring out the worst in us.

I don’t normally take such a position, but the time has come to stand up for what I believe in! It’s quite amusing and comical how haters think calling me names, attacking me or my interests or members of the project I’m part of for years is going to change something. It only makes more evident the importance of what I’m doing so I push on harder still.

Words of advise to those who can identify with me, with my frustrations over people’s reluctance to change their miserable ways, with our declining art world…

DON’T waste time on people who sweat the small stuff, whose actions are consistently inconsistent with their words. DO waste time on people who always keep their eye on the ball—the bigger picture of life.

Paul Jaisini’s invisible paintings are more than hype, more than your lame assumptions. Here’s one I got that’s pure gold: a cult! It started out as A JOKE OF MINE that was used against me. I told a then-good friend that he should come join our little “art cult” in a clearly lighthearted manner, and later he takes this idea I put in his head first and accuses me of being in an (imaginary) cult—the jokes on me eh?. But wait, aren’t cults religious? Our group consists of people around the world of different faiths (or none at all) so how could that ever work? If religion was about making fine (non-pop) art mainstream and bringing awesome, fresh, futuristic concepts to the collective consciousness, the world would not be so fucked up today because talent, creativity, originality and individuality would be the main focus, not superficial poppycock; those things would be praised and encouraged and supported in society by all institutions, not demonized and stigmatized.

Here is one thing I CAN state as solid fact: only one person close to Paul Jaisini knows the TRUE story, or at least some of it: EYKG. Everything else that has ever been said about him is myth, legend, gossip, speculation, the worst of which is said by jealous non-artists (wannabes, clones, posers, hang-ons, unoriginal ppl in general) and anti-artists (religious psychos, squares, losers and -duh- stupid ppl). Sadly, people are unable to see the bigger picture by letting their egos run their lives or repeating after others as parrots.

Commercial art, consumerism, and ignorance of the masses truly makes me want to curl up in a ball, not eat or drink or move until I die, just die in my sleep while dreaming of a better world, a world where real fine artists rule it with real fine art as they used to and life is beautiful once again….

Well I hope that settled THAT for now, or perhaps inadvertently made matters worse. I hope I didn’t sound too pissed from all these issues that keep popping up like penises on ChatRoulette… just got to me already! Can you tell? I had to put my foot down, stomp ‘em all!

To be continued, still lots more ignorance and pettiness to battle… Till then peace out my bambini. MWAH!

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

MANIFESTO GLEITZEIT 2015

PROLOGUE

Paul Jaisini was like a messiah, as you wish, who saw/understood the impending end and complete degeneration of Fine art or Art become and investment nothing more than that. He predicted the bubble pops art when everybody would eventually become an artist, including dogs cats and horses, because they as kids followed the main rule: express yourself without skills or knowledge or any aesthetic concerns. J. Pollack started pouring paints onto canvases; Julian Schnabel, former cab driver from NY, suddenly decided he could do better than what he saw displayed in galleries, so he started gluing dishes on canvases; A.Warhol, an industrial artist who made commercial silk-screen for the factories he worked in, started to exhibit "Campbell's soup" used for commercial adds... and later the thing that made him an "American Idol": by copying and pasting Hollywood celebrities (same type of posters he made before for movie theaters).

When Paul Jaisini stood out against the Me culture in the US by burning all of his own 120 brilliant paintings (according to the then-new director of Fort Worth MoMa Museum, who offered hin an exhibition of his art in 1992, and later the Metropolitan Museum curator, Phillippe de Montebello, in 1994).Paul probably assumed all fellow true fine artists would join him or stand by him against corruption of the art world.

And after 20 years of his stand-off...the time has finally come today. Many artists and humanitarians around the world took a place beside him. His invisible Paintings became a synonym for the future reincarnation of fine art and long lost harmony. The establishment is in panic! The "moneybags" (as Paul Jaisini named them) are in panic, because they invested BILLIONS of dollars in real crap made by craftsmen. Now they realize that the reputation of American legends of expressionism was nothing but a copy of Russian avant-garde" Kazimir Malevich, Vasiliy Kandinsky and tens of others from France and Germany.. US tycoon investors were spending billions on "Me more original, than you". "Artist Shit" is a 1061 artwork by the Italian artist Piero Manzoni. The work consists of 90 tin cans, filled with feces. A tin can was sold for £124,000, 180,000 at Sothebys, 2007.

EPILOGUE

Before I resume promoting and admiring a very important art persona on today's international art arena, I'd like to clear up some BIG questions; people ask continuously and subconsciously, directly & indirectly: "Why does the name Paul Jaisini, flood the Internet in such "obnoxious" quantities that it's started suppressing some other activities that my friends might share with the rest of the Internet's Ego Me only Me www society? I can't just answer this... so I'll try to explain why I'm writing this: Jaisini's followers keep posting art and info about,

He IMHO the only hope in quickly decomposing visual fine art. "Paul Jaisini realized many years ago, in 1994, when he declared (at that time to himself only) the start of a New era, a New vision, that he is trying to redirect from the rat race, started by an establishment in post-war New York, long before the Internet culture.

Sub related information: Adolf Gottlieb, Mart Rothko, etc (after visiting Paris France in 1933):

"We must forget analytical art, we must express ourselves, as a 5 year old child would, without a developed consciousness. Forget about results - do what you feel, EXPRESS yourself with your own unique style"

With this statement Mark Rothko starts to teach his students, degeneration of fine art begins, and the generation of war of styles took a start signal of the material race, greatly rewarded by establishment "individual" - eccentric craftsmen - show business clowns.

Sub related Information: In the summer of 1936, Adolf Gottlieb painted more than 800 paintings, which was 20X more than he created in his whole art career as a painter, starting from the time of Gottlieb becomes a founding member of "The Ten" group in NYC "Group of Ten" was a very peculiar, enigmatic group... Based on a religious point of view;(where a human figure was prohibited from being created)

GLOSSARY

IN 1997, Paul Jaisini's best friend Ellen Y.K.Gottlieb started a cyber campaign by promoting on a very young Internet, back then, Paul Jaisini's burned paintings as Invisible Paintings, visible only through poetic essays. She and a handful of people saw his originals and were devastated that nobody could ever see them again. "We, his fans, believe that someday Paul will recreate his 120 burned paintings if he has any decency and moral obligation to his fans, who have dedicated decades to make it happen, for their Phoenix to rise from the ashes and the whole world will witness that all these years we spent to get him back to re-paint the Visuals again were not in vain," - said E.Y.K.Gottlieb in 2014 during the 20th anniversary celebration of Invisible Paintings to GIGroup in NYCity. So now, hopefully, this clears up why I and others do what we do - our "cyber terrorism" of good art, dedicated to Paul Jaisini's return, which is & and was our mission & our goal. We post good art to fight "troll art" which is worthless pics, after being passed through 1-click filters of free web apps. We are, in fact, against this www pops pollution, done with "bubble art" by the out of control masses with 5 billon pics a day: Pics of cats, memes, quotes,national geographic sunsets and waterfalls, not counting their own daily "selfies: and whatever self-indulging Me-ego-Me affairs, sponsored happily by photo gadget companies like Canon, Nikon, Sony...who churn out higher quality madness tools at lower cost.

This way Government taking away attention from the real world crisis of lowest morality & economical devastation. The masses are too easily re-engineered/manipulated by the Establishment PopsStyle delivered to them by pop music and Hollywood "super" stars. In 1992 Paul Jaisini's Gleitzeit theory predict such a massive, pops self-entertain madness, following technological explosion, but not in illusive scales.

Uber Aless @2015 NYC USA

NOTE Date's numbers and events can be slightly inaccurate.

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A convex mirror along a trail/road in Hontoon Island State Park in the Saint Johns River outside Deland, Florida. Hontoon Island is a low swampy island made up primarily of swamps and stands of pine, palms, and oak. The mirror must be there so you can see the almost nonexistent traffic coming along the road. The traffic is nonexistent because there are no road connections to the island. You can only get there by private boat or by the pedestrian ferry.

The Rollin’s Band seminal 1992 record The End of Silence seemed fitting for this mornings sortie to the Iron Range sub. With some guidance from a friend I settled in at Rollins Minnesota, just south of Brimson, to wait out the arrival of U791. An hour or so of deep woods silence was broken by the sound of the 791 stopping up around the curve for a meet with the MRF. A short while later 791 appeared and the chase to Two Harbors ensued. I missed a good opportunity at Wales thanks to some dudes milling about the tracks near the south wye switch but a worthwhile shot at Waldo was had along with some decent video which is up on my almost nonexistent YouTube page. I’m no content creator and have zero aspirations to become one but as the days of the c40’s begin to draw to an end I figure some video for the sake of posterity was in order. The D-Day clock for the end of the Dash8’s (and eventually the EMD’s) moved one more minute towards midnight this afternoon with the first trip of the pair of straight air equipped 3300 rebuilds down Proctor hill, the end is near my friends…