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during my week off in cape town i explored the city by foot and bus, and the surrounding area by car. i don't drive all that regularly, but south africa is one of those few countries which drives on the left, so i felt very comfortable on the road. unfortunately i can't claim the same of my belgian colleague who accompanied me on the road trips. on the first day with the car he was behind the wheel when i saw a car advancing towards us. it took me a few seconds to work out what was wrong before i started shouting "left! left!" from the passenger seat. it took him a few seconds to realise that i wasn't referring to a nonexistent left turn and switch to the correct side of the road. we both agreed that i should drive the next day, which turned out to be a good decision as i later discovered that he also crashed into a stationary car on the way back to the rental garage!
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The center of the piece is a picture to show that photography is my main goal in this class. The photograph has all my plans for the future and the major things in my life right now on it to show who I am today. The outer edge is hand drawn and is like a map. It starts towards the left with Phoenix and is a road map of all the major places I have lived in. Eventually it progresses in to the bubble where Boston and Germany is, which represent my plans for the future. The map ends in the bottom left corner where there is an image I drew that shows the unstructured nature of the future and that no matter how far we plan for the future is a mystery.
My goals in this class are to explore my more creative side and take a break from really rigid STEM classes. I want to improve in photography and develop my nonexistent drawing skills.
This was the absolute first project we did in this class and I loved it. I remember being very conscious of my limited artistic ability and how I was worried I would mess up my portrayal of myself as an artist. The swirls in this project are my signature and go-to doodle, so it ended up really representing me.
I unfortunately didn't get many photos of the Lower 9th Ward and St. Bernard Parish areas of New Orleans. We took a bus tour through these very hard hit areas. The glare on the bus windows made photos rather tough, but I wish I would have tried harder. This was actually across the street from the Nunez Community College that we visited. A SMALL example of the devastation of the area.
3 years after Katrina and Rita and it was really sad to see the level of destruction that still exists. Entire shopping centers and apartment complexes sitting empty. A patchwork of homes partially repaired, fully repaired, or nonexistent except for a cement foundation. Many people are still paying a mortgage on a home or business that no longer exists.
We were fortunate enough to have a college professor on our bus that lives in this neighborhood and gave us the first hand accounts of what happened and the aftermath. Very sad situation. Even more sad that three years later and people have forgotten about New Orleans and the incredible amount of assistance these folks still need. FEMA (a very bad word in N.O.) has pulled out and no longer offers assistance or trailers. Some people were living in trailers that are TINY for 3 years. Ridiculous amount of red tape to get financial assistance which ends up not being nearly enough to actually rebuild or move on with life. Actually made me really sad but also REALLY mad that this could happen in my country and that these people could just be forgotten.
Some of the other observations and comments by our guide that really struck me...
- Professor said they knew the storm was coming. He looked out the window and there was nothing. In 20 minutes the water was 19-20 feet high in the neighborhood.
- There were actually 4 disasters that hit this area in a few weeks time...Katrina, levee breaks, Rita, and oil spill...any one of which would have been devastating let alone all three together.
- There were 67,000 people in St. Bernard Parish area and now there is less than a third of that number living there
- everything was dead according to the professor...no bugs, no birds, no animals, just dead silence
- strange things in homes like perfectly intact crystal heirlooms, a book in the exact place it was left and perfectly dry, and water moccasins in closets. Can you imagine?
- Bodies are still being found in homes and buildings in the area
- The homes in this area were actually nice homes and in some cases REALLY nice homes and GONE
- Only ones really helping still in the area are the independent Christian groups...we saw a big group of teenagers there when we drove through gutting homes and helping with rebuilding.
- There was a brand new hospital in the area that is now gone. No one will rebuild a hospital there so a Christian group has sent up a tent hospital system to try and provide basic care...3 years later!
- The local government had just moved back into their office building the week I was there after working out of tents and trailers for the last 3 years.
In August 2009, members of civil society organization Las Abejas (The Bees) demonstrated in the streets and stood in front of the Cathedral of San Cristobal de Las Casas to protest the decision of the National Supreme Court of Justice. The Court had ruled in favor of the release of dozens of perpetrators of the Acteal Massacre, identified by survivors as paramilitaries.
The sentence extended the impunity and nonexistent investigation into the “masterminds” of the Acteal Massacre, all of them government officials at the time: President Ernesto Zedillo Ponce de Leon; Emilio Chuayfett, Secretary of the Interior; Mario Renan Castillo, Commander of the Seventh Military Region; General Enrique Cervantes, Secretary of National Defense; Julio Cesar Ruiz Ferro, Governor of the State of Chiapas; Homer Tovilla Cristiani, Secretary of the State Government of Chiapas; Uriel Jarquin Galvez, Undersecretary of the Government of the State of Chiapas, among others.
The massacre took place at a camp of people displaced by the paramilitary violence in the area, as documented in previous reports. According to witnesses, people had to leave their communities because of death threats and physical attacks received. The looting and burning of homes was committed by members of the community, including some family members manipulated by agents of the army, who would later form part of the paramilitary group that perpetrated the Massacre of Acteal.
Facing west-northwestward. Taken 6.2 nanoparsecs from the Land of Oz, in the southeastern quadrant of the entirely nonexistent locale of Elephino. This pseudo-Hellenic name epitomizes the feeling I have whenever I try to pin down the exact location of this and my other photos shot while I was approaching Parnassus from the east.
I do know that I was west of Tsoukalades on what was then the main road from Thebes to Delphi, and that I had not yet reached the Kastri hogback.
My main source for understanding the geology of this tectonically fubarized region remains
- Nirta, Giuseppe, Giovanna Moratti, Luigi Piccardi, Domenico Montanari, Nicolaos Carras, Rita Catanzariti, Marco Chiari, and Marta Marcucci. “From Obduction to Continental Collision: New Data from Central Greece.” Geological Magazine 155:2 (2018), 377–421.
In previous posts I have been critical of both its contorted albeit typically academic prose and one of its key bedrock maps. But it contains another map, Figure 10, which is clear and most helpful. As are some of this article’s photos. One of the latter shows a place very close to the landscape shown above. Thanks to that, I was able to figure out the geology here.
At this point in my journey the rain and associated light-diffusing mist were at their maximum. The great, snowcapped Parnassus Massif stands smack dab in the center of the background, but the wet, sullen weather has reduced it to a faint and evanescent mass. More perplexing are the power-line pylons that march across the low ground to the right of the main road. They are ghostly to the point of near-invisibility. And so they appear on the original slide this image was scanned from. I’m not sure why.
What’s still quite vivid is the large excavated area, also at right, that exposes red bedrock that elsewhere on the hillside is a duller maroon where it’s partially covered by vegetation. This is the Pelagonian Flysch, Paleocene to Eocene in age. It’s younger than the Mesozoic carbonate rock, part of the dauntingly named Mesoautochthonous Unit, that now rests on top of it. This is an example of a sequence of sedimentary strata that was completely overturned during the formation of the Hellenides chain.
Flysch is a type of deep-water deposit that often contains turbidite beds. The Pelagonian variety is by no means the only kind one can see along this route. Also present are the Boeotian type, shown in Part 23, and another belonging to the Parnassus Nappe itself. I have a shot of that one, taken in Arachova, that is coming up later in this series. No doubt there’s a very good reason why all these flysches are red, but I haven’t come across an explanation yet.
To see the other photos and descriptions in this series, visit my Geology (Architectural & Otherwise) of the Earth's Center album.
Only about 30 elephants are estimated to remain inside Ngorongoro Crater.
Because Ngorongoro is well protected from outside influences, old male Elephants go there to retire and relax for the remaining years of their life. Often, these old beasts have some of the longest tusks in all of Africa since poaching here is nonexistent. I saw one with very impressive long tusks, but I was not able to find its photo. I probably was so mesmerized that I forgot to take one.
This series of photos shows our cruise ship's journey along the Fiordland coast between Milford Sound and Doubtful Sound, and then our looping route in one entrance to this enormous fiord and out another. The reaction of my fellow passengers to this magnificent New Zealand scenery was, in itself, wonderful to observe.
•Doubtful Sound is a very large and naturally imposing fiord in Fiordland, in the far south west of New Zealand. Doubtful Sound was named 'Doubtful Harbour' in 1770 by Captain Cook, who did not enter the inlet as he was uncertain whether it was navigable under sail. It was later renamed Doubtful Sound by whalers and sealers. There are three distinct arms to the sound, which is the site of several large waterfalls, notably Helena Falls at Deep Cove, and the Browne Falls which have a fall of over 600 metres. The steep hills are known for their hundreds of waterfalls during the rainy season. Access to the sound is either by sea, or by the Wilmot Pass road from the Manapouri Power Station. Most areas of the sound itself are only accessible by sea however, as the road network in this area of New Zealand is sparse or nonexistent, as is the human population. Doubtful Sound is unusual in that it contains two distinct layers of water that scarcely mix. The top few meters is fresh water, fed from the high inflows from the surrounding mountains, and stained brown with tannins from the forest. Below this is a layer of cold, heavy, saline water from the sea. The dark tannins in the fresh water layer makes it difficult for light to penetrate. Thus, many deep-sea species will grow in the comparatively shallow depths of the Sound.
The C-212x is loaded with double 12" LF/MF and a single high energy 3" HF driver. Each enclosure is constructed of high grade birch ply-wood and is custom fitted with steel fly hardware that has been test rated for a 7:1 static load, hanging 12 enclosures in a single array. Our user friendly hardware allows for hanging and ground stacking applications, permitting the user to stack up to six enclosures.
All C-212x enclosures are hand wired using premium 14 gauge wire and Neutrik brand NL8 connectors. All drivers are built with cast fame baskets for strength and longevity. Our compression drivers have replaceable titanium diaphragms for superb sound quality, performance and durability. We use a standard phase plug design to control the isophasic wave form as well as a wave guide system for smooth coverage and coupling. Our components are designed and built to a commercial standard and have a proven track record on tours ranging from stadiums to festivals of up to 30 shows per month with practically a nonexistent failure rate.
All C-212x enclosures are equipped with a removable back panel that can be disconnected and replaced by an internal TVi multi channel "Class D" power amplifier module. Each power amplifier has a built in multi-channel processor that has been chamber tuned for the C-212x to achieve a flat response curve with pre set limiters, DSP and crossover points. One amplified C-212x enclosure will also power one additional non-powered C-212x enclosure in tri amp mode by daisy chaining an NL8 cable.
So, then, it's worth asking the question why the Nebraska State Troopers are going to the trouble of putting up fake signs advertising nonexistent interstate highway traffic checkpoints so they can con people into pulling themselves over. The answer to that question is right here in this sign I photographed in western Colorado the day before. That's the sign for the Tumbleweed Dispensary, a business selling recreational marijuana in De Beque, Colorado. As has been discussed often all over the internet, the sale and use of recreational marijuana has been legal in Colorado since 2014.
Recreational marijuana is not legal in Nebraska, though, and Nebraska's just the kind of Puritan state that wants to stamp out anything a person might do to make existing in Nebraska more tolerable. So they have waged a well-advertised war of questionable Constitutionality against cars with out-of-state license plates coming into Nebraska from Colorado. They've devoted tons of Nebraska state trooper resources to stemming the cannabial tide and stopping anybody they can come up with any reason to stop. If you're a car with an Illinois plate passing east through Nebraska after having been in Colorado, you do not want to speed. They will get you.
Now, You'll notice I took this picture from the highway after not stopping at the Tumbleweed Dispensary. I've never been in a marijuana dispensary in Colorado, and I certainly wouldn't have gone on this trip, because recreational marijuana was a month from becoming legal in Illinois. If I really wanted some pot, I'd have waited a month and gotten some at home. But the State Troopers had their scheme, and they were going to go through with it. I don't know how much a Nebraska State Trooper makes an hour, but the State of Nebraska wasted about 40 minutes of that mucking around with us, and they got absolutely nothing for it.
Challenging the sun.....
Icharus
A feather drifts I
spin
in nonexistent wind
laughing on
wings
of wax of
hope
too high too far
we
melt
apart
Apart
melt we
far too high to hope
for wax or
wings
laughing
wind nonexistent in
spin
I drift
a feather
(Davis, Summer '96)
My patience for gold mining is about nonexistent. I lasted for about 10 minutes in this little creek and decided to take pictures instead. I did find some little gold flakes, but with my luck it was probably just fools gold...
Thanks for looking!
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This was the original incarnation of my Black Lady costume, circa 2008. I wore this to Spirit Week '08 and to my friend's birthday party (which was the day after Halloween), after which the wig fell apart completely. Looking at the status of the costume in 2011, the wig is practically nonexistent, the stole is wrinkled and messy, and I've lost all my black moon stickers. So this calls for a complete overhaul: New wig, new blouse, new stole...and new stickers.
I remember when the only worries summer had were staying cool and catching the ice cream truck before it rolled past. Now it seems the list grows longer as I grow older. Trying to deal with getting the house where my Dad used to live ready for market, finding nonexistent funds for school, and now I've actually started putting forth the effort to make this passion of mine into a career to add a-whole-nother level of complicity to the mix. These are all really positve mental weights, but weights nonetheless. Remind me once more why I wanted to be all growed up.
I've decided to submit a photo to Pictory's current theme of "Summer Jobless". I've sat idly by for far to long and watched the awesomeness that goes through there. I would very much like to be part of it. Have this quite elaborate idea which involves huge piles of dismantled electronics and electrocution. But I don't know if that could be finagled in the two weeks until the deadline. Then I came across this one taken a couple of months ago and thought hey that might be just right.
學名: Nettapus coromandelianus
英名: Cotton Pygmy-goose
Family : Anatidae (雁鴨科). Length: 26cm.
棉鳧（學名：Nettapus coromandelianus）是鴨科中體長最瘦小的水鴨，羽毛主要呈白色。頭圓，腳短，鴨喙很像鵝的喙，短而底部較深。雄性棉鳧繁殖時毛色泛黑綠色光澤，頭部、頸部及下身主要呈白色，飛行時，雄鳥雙翼呈綠色並有白帶，雌鳥羽色較淡。在非繁殖期間，雄鳥的羽毛與雌性的相似。一般生活在河川，湖泊，池塘和沼澤地。在樹洞中築巢。主要吃種子及蔬菜，尤其是睡蓮科植物，也吃昆蟲、甲殼類等。飛行時，雄鳥雙翼呈綠色及有白帶，在大群樹鴨中亦易於確認。雌鳥較淡色，沒有黑色頸圈，只有窄小的白色覆尾羽。在非繁殖期間，雄鳥的羽毛與雌性的相似。
Small individuals of this species are the smallest waterfowl on earth, at as little as 160 g and 26 cm. White predominates in this bird's plumage. Bill short, deep at base, and goose-like.
Male in breeding plumage is glossy blackish green crown, with white head, neck, and underparts; a prominent black collar and white wing-bar. Rounded head and short legs. In flight, the wings are green with a white band, making the male conspicuous even amongst the huge flying flocks of the Lesser Whistling Duck, which share the habitat. Female paler, without either black collar and only a narrow or nonexistent strip of white wing-bar. In non-breeding plumage (eclipse) male resembles female except for his white wing-bar. Flocks on water bodies (jheels).
(presumedly, my Japanese translation skills are nearly nonexistent)
NRT, Narita, Japan, 2019, on the way back to the US after spending several days on Guam visiting family
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Fortune Global Forum 2018
October 16th, 2018
Toronto, Canada
3:30 PM
THE NEW GLOBAL CONSUMER: DOING BUSINESS IN A DIGITAL ECONOMY
The digital economy is no longer part of the economy. It is the economy. How can traditional brick-and-mortar firms reinvent themselves, their supply chains, and their marketplaces to avoid the fate of brands once thought of as everlasting but which are now nonexistent? And how are new platforms – from e-commerce to shared services – rewriting the rules of the game? A conversation on how businesses can manage expectations for digitally empowered customers, and how technology is being used to enhance the customer experience.
Alain Bejjani, Chief Executive Officer, Majid al Futtaim
Andrea Stairs, General Manager, Canada and Latin America, eBay
Ning Tang, Founder and CEO, CreditEase
Moderator: Phil Wahba, Senior Writer, Fortune
Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune
Presenting the Mistral – A Gas Freighter of the Belt
In the weightless void of space, industrial freighters like the Mistral are built for efficiency, not aesthetics. With its reinforced truss structure, independent thruster arrays, and massive cargo tanks, it is a workhorse of the Belt, ferrying precious volatile gases across the solar system.
At the forefront of the vessel, what might appear to be a command module is actually a massive impact shield, designed to protect the ship from micro-meteoroids and debris traveling at deadly speeds. In the unforgiving reality of spaceflight, even a stray pebble can spell disaster, and the Mistral ensures its cargo reaches its destination intact.
Unlike bulk freighters that rely solely on inertia, the Mistral boasts a full set of maneuvering thrusters, three primary engines, and precise vector control, allowing it to make delicate adjustments during docking, refueling, or evasive maneuvers in high-risk zones. Positioned atop the central structure, a large access hatch provides direct entry to the ship’s systems and cargo bays, facilitating rapid maintenance and cargo transfer.
Recreating such an open and lightweight space structure in LEGO is a challenge in itself. The Mistral’s support framework has been carefully engineered to withstand the immense weight of its tanks, preventing structural collapse under gravity—an issue nonexistent in microgravity but crucial for terrestrial display.
A testament to function-first design, the Mistral captures the industrial beauty of spaceflight: a vessel built not for comfort, but for the harsh realities of deep-space logistics.
The ships is nearly 13 000 parts, 185 stud long (1.48 Meters) and weights nearly 11 Kg
Intellectual property (IP) is a widely accepted engine for prosperity in middle-income and developing countries. However, IP enforcement is lax or nonexistent in many middle-income countries, hampering incentives for innovation and broad based economic growth. An improved IP regime is not only good for the United States and its allies, but also for economic development more broadly. Join us for a discussion with a panel of experts on the critical role of IP as a missing link in the development conversation, and how the United States should combine its development, diplomacy, and trade policies to promote positive changes in the IP regimes of middle income and developing countries.
I went to Loch Ashie hunting photos of the wooden pier, to find the place a wreck, warning signs from Northern Scotland Water deterring people and animals from playing in the water, the pier nonexistent, several nice pines sadly fallen by the wayside, a small fuzzy dog who came up and said hello to me. The most interesting scene I could find was this, in the concrete water run-off.
Detail of water flowing around a submerged rock.
Taken with a Samsung Maxima Zoom 105XL point & shoot in the summer of 2007. I was finishing off the roll of Fuji Superia that had been sitting in it for over five years. Most of the scans from this roll were awful. This shot was okay, but the colors were nonexistent. I cleaned it up in Topaz DeNoise AI, then worked the image over in Photoshop.
July 27 2007, 4:37PM
The ravine which so disordered the Union attack at Pickett's Mill. Many survivors of Hazen's and Gibson's brigade sought shelter here while they fought with Granbury's troops, unable to advance or retreat. Howard finally receives a belated order to halt his attack from Sherman, and responds by sending in Colonel Fredrick Knefler brigade to cover Hazen's and Gibson's troops as they withdrew from this ravine. At 10:00 however, Granbury's Texans suddenly charged out of their works and into the ravine, driving back Hazen's, Gibson's and Knefler's brigades and capturing hundreds of prisoners. The Battle of Picketts Mill was another Union fiasco, Sherman losing some 1600 troops while Johnston lost only 500.
Pickett's Mill Battlefield State Historic Park is perhaps the most historically accurate battlefield in the nation. No monuments dot the landscape, and most of the land the fighting has occurred on is protected, with the exception of the sizes and composition of fields, and nonexistent houses.
Picketts Mill Battlefield State Historic Park, Dallas, Georgia
Trinidad, Asa Wright Centre.
Agoutis have five toes on their front feet and three toes on their hind feet; the first toe is very small. The tail is very short or nonexistent and hairless.
First shots with Sony DSC-HX200V.
There is another shot as a telephoto closeup.
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
Postal service at sea is near nonexistent. The only chance a sailor has, is to be lucky enough to find the ever elusive 'Mail Buoy'. I was fortunate enough to find it on my voyage up the California coast this week and to my delight, there was a letter for me from my Sweetheart!
A little history on the 'Mail Buoy' :
Naturalised parrots Psittacula krameri bird (Ring-necked parakeet) frequent an apartment neighbourhood in the Hague, the Netherlands.
The feeder is hanging on a tree in front of balcony, due to nonexistent yard. The wire ball (actually a lampshade frame) successfully keeps crows off the feeder...but larger birds regularly clean up the waste falling to the ground.
Individual seeds or nuts are much better than mixed bird foods or ready made suet cakes. Keep in mind that food for human consumption of far better quality, cheaper and not moldy. It is not healthy for birds to eat moldy food.
Vacumed shelled unsalted peanuts is a good choice, however it is advisable to
roast raw peanuts (see: www.avianweb.com/feedingwildbirds.html).
Glenn Davis:
"Old Ann Arbor Story. When I was in high school, 1948, I had a part time after school and Saturday job at Pittsburgh Paint company on S. Main St. The store was located about where the Real Seafood Restaurant is now. One of my jobs was to get gallon jugs from the La Casa restaurant which was next door to Behnkes' furniture store. I had to go into the basement of the restaurant and get the jugs. There was only a single bulb hanging from a cord and boxes of things piled everywhere. It was a scary place and I could see, looking south all the way down to Bill Sunday's barber shop located in the basement of the Wuerth theater building at the other end of the block. There was always a light down there and blackness in between. Every time I went down there I could hear the boxes rustling with mice and worse, rats searching for anything edible. I never had the courage to eat at La Casa. That was one place I left quickly. I used to fill the jugs with turpentine for the painting contractors when I delivered them lead and oil paints for jobs they were on. In those days fire walls between stores was practically nonexistent and the rat population was huge. Things were different then." Glenn Davis, on the Ann Arbor Townies Facebook pages, January, 2014.
Or, I Fell on My Butt in the Mud, and All I Have to Show for It Is This Stupid Picture
When I have a camera in my hand, nothing will keep me from getting the shot, but it doesn't always turn out.
What happened was that we were walking around Stricker's Pond, that wonderful watering hole for migrating waterfowl on Madison's far west side, and I saw the Great Egret perched on a tree limb on the far side. I had photographed it the other day and wanted to try again, but I only had my point-and-shoot, and the bird was just a little white speck in the distance, almost as if I had imagined it.
As we walked around the pond I saw it was still there and idly fantasized sneaking up on it through the dense woods between the path and the pond. At the closest point to the bird, the path came within about 30 yards of the bird. If only there were a way through, but I didn't know of any other path.
Then suddenly something that looked like a path turned into the woods toward the pond. T and M were up ahead, and without a word I veered off -- I figured I'd just walk up to the edge of the pond, get as close as I could with my inadequate camera and then hurry back. But the path soon disappeared. Determined, I pushed on, picking my way as quietly as I could through the underbrush. I got near the water's edge, and I could see the heron. There was a lot of foliage between it and me, but maybe if I crept a little closer I could get it. Then all too noisily in the stillness, a twig snapped underfoot, the heron took flight and was gone -- a succession of blurry white specks against the sky in the series of shots I clicked off. Nothing. Nada.
Then I saw the four herons on the tree limbs in front of me. There was no way to frame them without foliage being in the way, and they were still too far away. But what the heck -- I had come this far. It was like a consolation prize. I clicked off some frames and hoped one would be reasonably sharp.
Then I hurried to catch up with my party. The trouble was, the path was now more nonexistent than ever. I looked around and picked what seemed to be the best way through the underbrush. A fallen tree limb blocked the way, I raised my left leg to climb over it, rested my weight on it for an instant -- and it broke under me. I fell on my butt in thick, black marshy mud, and my momentum carried me onto my back so I lay there with my feet pointed straight up. I lay there silently. wiggling my toes at the sky and assessing the damage (there was none, just a sore wrist that got better in a day -- mud is forgiving that way). At the moment that I was making like a silent, upended turtle, T and M were retracing their steps back along the main path just a few feet away, wondering how I had vanished into thin air.
I picked myself up and looked at the dense underbrush. I had no idea how I had made my way in here. For a moment I felt really disoriented, experiencing just a small shiver of what someone really lost in the woods must feel. Then common sense returned and I pushed through the thicket toward the path a few feet away. As I reached the path my phone rang, and the three of us were soon reunited.
Not much of an adventure, and I feel kind of silly. And all I have to show for it is this stupid picture of four birds in a tree that would be practically invisible if I didn't highlight them. That's the way it goes some days.
As you can see from the pic, I went to the camera store today. I was testing out the 135L and the 100L. Deciding between the two is a very tough decision, but after all of my research online I feel like there is not right or wrong answer. They're pretty different lenses but I feel that the 100L can provide very similar images to the 135L plus a little more. Because of those reasons, I left the camera store with a brand new 100L! I took this shot while I was testing out the lens and oh my this lens is shaaarrrrp. This was about a 50% crop at ISO 1000, but look at the detail! The bokeh on this lens is awesome too, it's very unique. I didn't do anything to this pic besides white balance lol. I did a bunch of strobing yesterday but I really dont have the proper environment for studio shots. I think my strobing skills (which are pretty much nonexistent at this point) are going to come in handy for macro shots. Enjoy!
5D | 100L
Mendon Ponds Park is owned and very poorly maintained by the County of Monroe, NY.
Unfortunately, this extraordinary property is rapidly deteriorating due to an egregious lack of care. Trails are not cleared of debris... signs are useless. Park maintenance is essentially nonexistent. They do have a marketing department. Seriously, the taxpayers are paying the salaries of a county parks marketing department.
Email Mendon Ponds Park complaints to: countyexecutive@monroecounty.gov
New to Alameda so had to give them a try. Not the best burger one can get in town, although not awful, either. But the patty was way too dry for me and the BBQ sauce was all but nonexistent. The batter on the onion strings and the fried pickles is the same and it was quite salty. I like salty so the onion strings were fine for me but would be too much for many people. The salty pickles plus salty batter was over the top even for this salt-lover. I thought the Smashfries (with olive oil, rosemary and garlic) were REALLY good. I would go back for them.
024
Fortune Global Forum 2018
October 16th, 2018
Toronto, Canada
3:30 PM
THE NEW GLOBAL CONSUMER: DOING BUSINESS IN A DIGITAL ECONOMY
The digital economy is no longer part of the economy. It is the economy. How can traditional brick-and-mortar firms reinvent themselves, their supply chains, and their marketplaces to avoid the fate of brands once thought of as everlasting but which are now nonexistent? And how are new platforms – from e-commerce to shared services – rewriting the rules of the game? A conversation on how businesses can manage expectations for digitally empowered customers, and how technology is being used to enhance the customer experience.
Alain Bejjani, Chief Executive Officer, Majid al Futtaim
Andrea Stairs, General Manager, Canada and Latin America, eBay
Ning Tang, Founder and CEO, CreditEase
Moderator: Phil Wahba, Senior Writer, Fortune
Photograph by Stuart Isett/Fortune
This is Banderu Seijin with metallic green highlights on navy blue vinyl base version by Marmit released in 1996. There is a story behind this figure. It came to me by misunderstanding…. I already have a blue one like this (www.flickr.com/photos/51940189@N04/6451626009/ ) but what happened was that when I made an order for the other figure, the guy in Japan, who can’t speak even a simple word of English took this one by the difference of one syllable of Katakana. Each time I make orders to him I use my terrible Japanese – however, which is hundred times better than his nonexistent English…. – but because of one syllable difference (though I used the correct one for the item but he didn’t read it carefully as two items are quite similar in spelling) he sent me something quite different. Well, I don’t mind this one as I like it anyway, but what I hate this time was that he blamed me for not using “correct” Japanese then he cut off further communication completely and no reply to my emails saying that I will take it anyway so don’t worry about what’s happened and so on. Maybe he’s worried that I will ask for the refund. You know, in the world a war can happen because of one incorrect translation of a sentence….. “One small translation error, giant genocide for mankind” kinda thing.......
Presenting the Mistral – A Gas Freighter of the Belt
In the weightless void of space, industrial freighters like the Mistral are built for efficiency, not aesthetics. With its reinforced truss structure, independent thruster arrays, and massive cargo tanks, it is a workhorse of the Belt, ferrying precious volatile gases across the solar system.
At the forefront of the vessel, what might appear to be a command module is actually a massive impact shield, designed to protect the ship from micro-meteoroids and debris traveling at deadly speeds. In the unforgiving reality of spaceflight, even a stray pebble can spell disaster, and the Mistral ensures its cargo reaches its destination intact.
Unlike bulk freighters that rely solely on inertia, the Mistral boasts a full set of maneuvering thrusters, three primary engines, and precise vector control, allowing it to make delicate adjustments during docking, refueling, or evasive maneuvers in high-risk zones. Positioned atop the central structure, a large access hatch provides direct entry to the ship’s systems and cargo bays, facilitating rapid maintenance and cargo transfer.
Recreating such an open and lightweight space structure in LEGO is a challenge in itself. The Mistral’s support framework has been carefully engineered to withstand the immense weight of its tanks, preventing structural collapse under gravity—an issue nonexistent in microgravity but crucial for terrestrial display.
A testament to function-first design, the Mistral captures the industrial beauty of spaceflight: a vessel built not for comfort, but for the harsh realities of deep-space logistics.
The ships is nearly 13 000 parts, 185 stud long (1.48 Meters) and weights nearly 11 Kg
This series of photos shows our cruise ship's journey along the Fiordland coast between Milford Sound and Doubtful Sound, and then our looping route in one entrance to this enormous fiord and out another. The reaction of my fellow passengers to this magnificent New Zealand scenery was, in itself, wonderful to observe.
•Doubtful Sound is a very large and naturally imposing fiord in Fiordland, in the far south west of New Zealand. Doubtful Sound was named 'Doubtful Harbour' in 1770 by Captain Cook, who did not enter the inlet as he was uncertain whether it was navigable under sail. It was later renamed Doubtful Sound by whalers and sealers. There are three distinct arms to the sound, which is the site of several large waterfalls, notably Helena Falls at Deep Cove, and the Browne Falls which have a fall of over 600 metres. The steep hills are known for their hundreds of waterfalls during the rainy season. Access to the sound is either by sea, or by the Wilmot Pass road from the Manapouri Power Station. Most areas of the sound itself are only accessible by sea however, as the road network in this area of New Zealand is sparse or nonexistent, as is the human population. Doubtful Sound is unusual in that it contains two distinct layers of water that scarcely mix. The top few meters is fresh water, fed from the high inflows from the surrounding mountains, and stained brown with tannins from the forest. Below this is a layer of cold, heavy, saline water from the sea. The dark tannins in the fresh water layer makes it difficult for light to penetrate. Thus, many deep-sea species will grow in the comparatively shallow depths of the Sound.
The office building at 325 Delaware Avenue, Buffalo, New York, September 2019. Completed in 1941, this modestly-scaled three-story structure was designed by the locally-based firm of Backus, Crane & Love and originally served as the corporate headquarters of the National Gypsum Company. Architecturally, it's a fascinating snapshot of a specific juncture in time when Art Moderne, a hypersimplified but ultimately Neoclassically-derived style, was merging with the truly revolutionary brand of Modernism that was percolating in Europe and, after World War II, would explode onto the Stateside scene as well in the form of the so-called International Style. You can still see faint traces of Classicism, for instance in the placement of pilaster strips between recessed columns of windows on the façade; moreover, the spandrel panels once boasted geometric reliefs that were very much a throwback to Art Deco. But all the main ingredients of its successor style are plainly in evidence here: flat roof, smooth textures, emphasis on straight lines and right angles, repetitive forms, ornamentation austere to nearly nonexistent. National Gypsum was founded in 1925 primarily to exploit a vein of its namesake mineral north of Buffalo for the manufacture of a new variety of wallboard, other ingredients of which included newsprint pulp and starch. Though the company struggled in its earliest years, it found a firm financial footing during (ironically enough) the Great Depression, when it secured the exclusive wallboard supply contract for the 1932 Century of Progress Exposition in Chicago and two years later partnered with Bethlehem Steel to manufacture its own line of metal lathing, another essential ingredient in wall construction. This prosperity was enough to permit not only the acquisition of rival companies and the construction of additional plants nationwide, but also a move from its cramped facilities further downtown into this building, which continued housing the corporate offices until operations moved to Dallas in 1975. The company remains in business there. The building has counted a number of different tenants in the years since, among which have been the Buffalo District offices of Conrail, the Information Systems Department of Goldome Bank, privacy software developer Reciprocal Inc., and the Louis P. Ciminelli Construction Company.
Starring Richard Garland, Pamela Duncan, Russell Johnson, Leslie Bradley, Mel Welles, and Ed Nelson. Directed by Roger Corman.
ATTACK OF THE CRAB MONSTERS is one of a handful of B films that Roger Corman did for Allied Artists when he wasn't churning 'em out for Nicholson and Arkoff at AIP. It also happens to be one of his most beloved 50s monster efforts. Frequent collaborator Charles Griffith concocted the script and strays from the abundant humor present in LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS and CREATURE FROM THE HAUNTED SEA, playing it straight this time (that is if you can accept a giant talking crab as serious). Griffith also appears in the film (he gets decapitated early on) and directed some underwater scenes.
A group of scientists find themselves marooned on a nuclear-affected atoll in the Pacific where they have come searching for members of a previous expedition. After doing some research, they learn that the other scientists were eaten by giant mutated land crabs, and that these creatures have also absorbed their minds. The menacing crustaceans begin to snack on this new set of guests, using telepathy (articulating with the voices of the person they just devoured) in order to summon their next victim.
Like all of the early Corman films, this was made on shoestring but was reportedly his highest grosser up until that time. It's a tight 60+ minute effort with very little time for chat, and the giant crabs don't look too bad at all in comparison with other 50s sleaze creatures. The film boasts a classic Corman stock ensemble: Richard Garland (PANIC IN YEAR ZERO) and Pamela Duncan (THE UNDEAD) are the heroic love interests, the vastly underrated Russell Johnson (still years away from "Gilligan's Island") is a life-saving technician, Mel Welles and Leslie Bradley are scientists with accents (you haven't lived until you've heard a giant crab speak with Welles' Mushnik persona, and Beach Dickerson and Ed Nelson are in there as well. Nelson also operated the crab and legend has it that Jack Nicholson did as well!
ATTACK OF THE CRAB MONSTERS has been released on DVD by Allied Artists Classics, a company whose legitimacy is still in question. Previously released on VHS, they utilize the same substandard transfer and it fairs no better on the digital format. The full frame black and white image is looks generations down in quality, with nonexistent black levels and video tape dropouts during the start of the show. The print source is in decent shape, but the overall appearance is dark and dingy. Sound quality is OK, if you can get past some hiss. This would be fine if this was an under-$10 budget release, but this baby retails for about $25! If you're willing to shell out the bucks, the quality is acceptable and this title is essential to any 50s monster movie buff's collection. Also included is the original trailer and a still gallery
A group of scientists travel to a remote island to study the effects of nuclear weapons tests, only to get stranded when their airplane explodes. The team soon discovers that the island has been taken over by crabs that have mutated into enormous, intelligent monsters. To add to their problems, the island is slowly sinking into the ocean. Will any of them manage to escape?