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So this thing is nonexistent now. After deciding to try and finish it, it crumbled away as soon as I picked it up. So I didn't bother to rebuild it; instead, I packed away the pieces so they can be used for other MOCs.
This is another shot I took with my new macro lens. At the moment I'm just testing the possibilities and limits of this lens and I'm trying to get used to it. Although it was quite windy this morning I decided to go to a local nature reserve. It's near home, only 10 minutes by car. As I'm still feeling quite sick I didn't want to drive far. Butterflies are rare at the nature reserve this year, dragonflies are practically nonexistent but you can usually rely on the grasshoppers in the meadows. It wasn't long before I stumbled over the first willing test shot subject. I wasn't even extremely close when I took this shot (the distance between the grasshopper and my macro lens was almost 0,5 m). The focal distance of 180mm really pays off.
Kaluk, the Astronomer 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.
Yeah I wasn't very happy with the first version of him, so I've gone back and changed him up a bit, I'm much happier with Kaluk now.
idk which is funnier , the fact that she doesn`t recognize JOHN TAYLOR (imo , that`s like not recognizing big rob) or her expression when she realizes it . by the way , sorry for being MIA for the past few days :\ this is all i could come up with . my originality has been on the fritz so my jonas secrets have been nonexistent , but i don`t feel TOO bad , since no one else seemed to make them either -_- i`ll be outta town july 16-19 , so this may be the last one until sunday/monday . copyright claim . you will be fined if you redistribute or steal
A crudely patched Conrail GP40 leads a westbound piggyback train through BENNY interlocking. The last unit in the consist appears to be missing any sort of logos or Conrail insignia. BENNY was a victim of Conrail's downsizing and was nonexistent by the mid 80s.
CR 3226. Benngington, PA.
April 21, 1979. Photographer unknown.
Adam Klimchock collection.
Copyright Susan Ogden
It is still a bit chilly here so Sunday afternoon was a perfect day to spend communing with the critters at the NC Aquarium. I could spend hours in the Jellyfish area, in complete zen. I think my whole being is totally relaxed in this room watching these floating and ethereal creatures. I am betting my breathing and blood pressure are slower and lower in there!
They really should have hammocks in that room...It is SO relaxing! I am thinking that I should have a tank of them...AND an octopus tank (with a locking lid since they are so smart and sneaky!) in my bedroom because I am inclined to believe my insomnia would be nonexistent if I did! For now I will rely on my sound machine that plays a dozen different soothing sounds ...and is always set on the sound of the waves of the ocean hitting the beach. It is helping somewhat.
It is time for bed...tomorrow I have a busy day, but one that will get things accomplished! I am now in 3 shops here...with the possibilities of a fourth in the next week or so! Exciting times...mixed with a touch of anxiety at being able to keep up with it all! I think I will need lessons in prioritizing! Otherwise, making dreams come true will turn into making them “Be careful what you wish for” instead!
Number: CT-1807
Rank: ARC Captian Grade I
Nickname: Scout
3rd Regiment of the 253rd Legion
///Log Entry\\\
"After our success in clearing the path for the Republic intervention force on Mon Cala command decided to keep us here, something about protecting high valued targets. My squad was orders to hold the grounds around the palace at all costs, giving the boys in the second regiment enough time to evacuate members of the Mon cal royal family. Upon our arrival at the palace, we were met by a Sergeant by the name of Carnage. He led us to the current extraction on a small platform on the western side of the palace, we were to hold this area until speeders could arrive and take the family to the surface. For a long time, things went smoothly, Carnage's men shuttled members of the family to the surface while my team stood guard, but just as the threat of a Separatist attack seemed nonexistent all hell broke loose. A platoon of aqua droids emerged from the ravine to our left and as we turned to face them a volley of blaster bolts strafed the platform killing Spade instantly and forcing everyone else to find cover. As the Manta droid lined up for a second pass the combined squads ditched the platform several dropping down to fight off the hoard of manta droids bellow and the rest booked it for the palace covering the remaining Mon Cala as they attempted to flee. Only me and Carnage remained on the platform, we both knew that with that Manta droid circling the palace there would be no chance of escape for the royal family. As the droid bore down upon us we stood our ground rifles raised and once it came within our range we fired."
Pleas excuse the terrible log entry, but I was kinda lost on ideas and uninspired (not to mention half asleep :P)
This was officially a lighting/angles nightmare, though in the end I think this came out great, minus the fact that all of detail on the bottom section is hidden from view :P
Might redo the build if I have time, I had a fantastic idea while uploading this that honestly would look better.
Anyway, credit for the quad cannon design belongs to Pyne and credit for the aqua droid design belongs to Commander Hess.
As always C&C is appreciated and TFVAHAGD!
There are streets and then there are streets but that pagoda rising above all its surrounding buildings really makes an impression, for close to a millennium!
The warm glow from the setting sun and the resulting light and shadows enhanced the scene.
FE 16-35mm f2.8 GM with B+W Kaesemann CPL filter.
This image brought back memories of photos I saw many years ago from photography enthusiasts who had to lug kilo-class DSLR cameras with their equally kilo-class Zeiss Otus lenses just to get that high resolution shot.
Back then there are not that many options but photographic equipment has been downsizing fortunately although it’s still a bit of a hassle and a potential killjoy today.
Many photographers still scoff at smartphones, AI will bring huge improvements to smartphone photography and you can’t get a smaller form factor than the smartphone that truly fits into your pocket. Camera manufacturers will not be able to leverage on AI as much as smartphone manufacturers can as the smartphone market has vastly greater economies of scale being almost 100x larger than the system camera/lenses market.
I’ve hence no incentive to upgrade my current photography gear since improvements are marginal to almost nonexistent to the subjects I shoot. Over the recent few years, I’ve focused instead on improving my post-processing and the related software to get more out of my RAW files and I’ve spoken about this for the longest time that we do not need the latest gear to take a better photo at all. Beware of photography equipment shills.
A great day here in Eastern Kansas with the weather near 60 degrees which allowed me to go on a bike ride. I capped the day off with a visit to the Wetlands. The water is almost nonexistent at the Wetlands, except for this lake at the end of the Boardwalk.
Baker Wetlands,
Lawrence (Douglas County), KS.
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.
IA on AI: From ViewMaster & Childhood 3D Love to Today’s Volumetric Moviemaking Excitement — IMRAN®
I’ve been fascinated by 3D for as long as I can remember. My father gave me one of those dark brown ViewMaster 3D viewers in the late 1960s, and that simple device quietly set the trajectory for a lifelong interest. My late mother kept it safe for decades, and it still sits in Pakistan with my sister — a small reminder of how early passions can echo across a lifetime.
By the time I was completing my electrical/electronics engineering thesis at UET Lahore in 1984, personal computing was still in its green‑blob infancy. Yet even a Sinclair ZX Spectrum with its mighty 48 KB of RAM was enough for me to demonstrate how software could stretch the limits of hardware and hint at the future of interactive imaging.
That curiosity carried me through the era of QuickTime VR, Microsoft’s early stitching tools, and the first wave of 360‑degree panoramas. Most of those platforms are gone now, but the instinct to explore what comes next never left.
Today, the industry is moving at a pace that would have been unimaginable back then. Volumetric capture, neural radiance fields (NeRFs), and real‑time generative environments are reshaping how we create, simulate, and experience reality. Companies like Metastage, Dimension Studio, 8i, Arcturus, and Volograms are pioneering the next generation of volumetric moviemaking — where captured reality and computed reality merge seamlessly.
What interests me now isn’t just the technology itself, but the architectural shift underneath it. Volumetric capture isn’t merely a new camera system; it’s a new data model. Spatial datasets, AI‑native pipelines, and real‑time inference are becoming part of the enterprise stack. Organizations that once thought in terms of documents and dashboards will soon think in terms of environments, behaviors, and spatial intelligence. That’s where AI stops being a feature and becomes part of the foundation.
For me, these developments aren’t random headlines. They’re the continuation of a journey that started with a child holding a ViewMaster up to the light and wondering how much more real the world could become.
© 2026 IMRAN®
Composite with AI generated illustration to accompany my article on LinkedIn. Not my nonexistent drawing talent.
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One of the numerous awe-inspiring landscapes that Iceland has to offer. It instantly made me feel like "And now what? Dinosaurs maybe?", I mean that I wouldn't even be the slightest surprised!
I tried to improve my nonexistent landscape photography skills while exploring this magnificent land.
Anyway, I believe this is Hengifoss waterfall which is one of the highest Icelandic waterfalls.
The adult humpback whale is generally 14–15 m (46–49 ft) long, though individuals up to 16–17 m (52–56 ft) long have been recorded. Females are usually 1–1.5 m (3 ft 3 in – 4 ft 11 in) longer than males.
The species can reach body masses of 40 metric tons (44 short tons). Calves are born at around 4.3 m (14 ft) long with a mass of 680 kg (1,500 lb)] The species has a bulky body with a thin rostrum and proportionally long flippers, each around one-third of its body length. It has a short dorsal fin that varies from nearly nonexistent to somewhat long and curved.
Like other rorquals, the humpback has grooves between the tip of the lower jaw and the navel. The grooves are relatively few in number in this species, ranging from 14 to 35. The upper jaw is lined with baleen plates, which number 540–800 in total and are black in color.
The dorsal or upper side of the animal is generally black; the ventral or underside has various levels of black and white coloration. Whales in the southern hemisphere tend to have more white pigmentation. The flippers can vary from all-white to white only on the undersurface. Some individuals may be all white, notably Migaloo who is a true albino. The varying color patterns and scars on the tail flukes distinguish individual animals.[
The end of the genital slit of the female is marked by a round feature, known as the hemispherical lobe, which visually distinguishes males and females.
Unique among large whales, humpbacks have bumps or tubercles on the head and front edge of the flippers; the tail fluke has a jagged trailing edge. The tubercles on the head are 5–10 cm (2.0–3.9 in) thick at the base and protrude up to 6.5 cm (2.6 in).
They are mostly hollow in the center, often containing at least one fragile hair that erupts 1–3 cm (0.39–1.18 in) from the skin and is 0.1 mm (0.0039 in) thick. The tubercles develop early in gestation and may have a sensory function, as they are rich in nerves. Sensory nerve cells in the skin are adapted to withstand the high water pressure of diving.
In one study, a humpback whale brain measured 22.4 cm (8.8 in) long and 18 cm (7.1 in) wide at the tips of the temporal lobes, and weighed around 4.6 kg (10 lb). The humpback's brain has a complexity similar to that of the brains of smaller whales and dolphins.
The structure of the eye indicates that eyesight is relatively poor, being only able to see silhouettes over long distances and finer details relatively close. Computer models of the middle ear suggest that the humpback can hear at frequencies between 15 Hz and 3 kHz "when stimulated at the tympanic membrane", and between 200 Hz and 9 kHz "if stimulated at the thinner region of the tympanic bone adjacent to the tympanic membrane". These ranges are consistent with their vocalization ranges.
As in all cetaceans, the respiratory tract of the humpback whale is connected to the blowholes and not to the mouth, although the species appears to be able to unlock the epiglottis and larynx and move them towards the oral cavity, allowing humpbacks to blow bubbles from their mouths. The vocal folds of the humpback are more horizontally positioned than those of land mammals which allows them to produce underwater calls. These calls are amplified by a laryngeal sac.
This image was taken in the late evening light, near Sitka in Alaska, USA
I saw my first-of-year Bluebird just 9 days ago, but didn’t get any decent photos. Today however, I found at least 4 birds and got within photo range more than once. With this nearly nonexistent winter, I have to keep reminding myself that it’s still February and not April. Hennepin County, MN 02/21/24
Ektar 100 and thirty-ish seconds. The color shift of this film is almost nonexistent and I cannot get over how much detail you can get out of it.
Rex is an adorable little kitten that I just got as a new client. He is extremely affectionate and playful. He lives with four other cats and two dogs. And he seems to rule the roost!!
My apologies for disappearing for several weeks. I had hyper parathyroid surgery on 5/20 and the surgeon made the mistake of paralyzing my vocal cord. This caused me to have trouble speaking and breathing!!!! I suffered through over 1,000,000 breaths. It was awful. It’s now almost 2 months later and I’m finally getting some relief from this problem. I spoke like Mickey Mouse for two months as well. Needless to say taking and editing pictures became nonexistent. I’m finally on the mend due to many many prayers from my contacts on Facebook as most of them are friends from way back in high school And the help from God
Explore #40
Japan is known to keep rolling stock from the Showa era in excellent condition for use on everyday trains. For trams, the title goes to the Mo 161 series.
Built in the very beginning of the Showa Era, 1928-1930's, the Mo 161's are the oldest operating streetcars used in daily service in Japan. They were operated by Nankai (later Hankai) for use on the company's streetcar system in southern Osaka. A total of 18 were built, however 5 remain in (limited) service. Due to its age, operations are limited to the cool weather months, and holidays due to no A/C. Even then, parts are nonexistent, so it's only a matter of time before the company decides to retire them completely from daily service.
Here, Mo 162 pauses at Abikomichi Station as it gets ready to return to the engine house after working its morning services.
Hankai Tramway Hankai Line.
Hankai Mo 161 Series
Shimizugaoka, Sumiyoshi Ward, Osaka
Thor's Hammer in Bryce Canyon using comic and graphic novel filters in Photoshop, and adding nonexistent clouds to the background.
In other words, yet another update. Only difference is I waited a week for the sake of being different. Anywho... from left to right, we have...
Upcoming DC figures
First off I’ll be finishing my bat series which I’m pretty close to being done with at this point but just haven’t posted all the pictures. Secondly there are some DCU figs I’ve got in the works. I’ll be making the main leaguers and the rest after that. Possibly some villains though I wont say who for the sake of spoilers. Last but not least, darkseids elite. So far you’ve seen darkseid and I think desaad but I’ve yet to start a lot of them. I’m also considering the female furries afterwards
Something DCU related
Fairly self explanatory. Should be dropping any day now
Batcave MOC
Since I’ve been away, progress has been nonexistent to say the least but now that I’m back I should be getting it done soon enough
League of extraordinary gentlemen figures
I think there’s maybe about 2 or 3 of you that actually care about this series but I for one love the book (singular) and have enjoyed putting the group together. You can probably guess who these two are. After I make the group, a few of their rogues and allies might have to get made aswell as a custom cavorite
It's been a couple of (long) years... With "stay home" orders, park closure and overcrowding, my visits to BPNP had been nonexistent. It was time to see if it still has a place in my heart ...
Trying to teach Adobe's Firefly (Generative AI) to create images based on other art. In this case I verbally described to Firefly the young maids' portraits of my namesake and famous painter - asking for a 'photo-realistic contemporary version' and that the face must look 'Bulgarian or Balkan'. Quite pleased with the result, tbh - will be playing more with it...
I'm gobsmacked by several things here. First, the light was nonexistent. Yet the Sony A7RII performed extremely well at incredibly high ISO. Second, using knowledge developed around a digital Zone System, I knew precisely where I wanted the tonal values and was able to place them accordingly. Third, I am happy to confirm the dynamic range of the sensor extends usefully to below Zone 0 (Zone -2!), even at such high ISO settings. Fourth, 1950s German optics can do the trick. These images were made using a triplet wide angle. Who would design such a thing and make it work? Micro-contrast is something to be seen, otherwise you wouldn't believe it.
I used a piece of black felt on the ground to collect snow falling from the sky. I waited a relatively long time, about an hour, for the felt to cool down, but which also included a piece of plexiglass on which I placed crystals on. I also used a smaller piece of felt placed about four inches below the plexiglass to try to create the darkest background possible in-camera, but the plexiglass was wiped about once every five minutes because of too much snow falling on it, and that created smears that were wiped off. It was about twenty three degrees during the entirety of looking and photographing the snow, about two hours in total. The snow during most of that time fell in enormous amounts, but relatively slowly and was made up of an enormous variety of crystals. To get more than just a few worthwhile photos like this is usually much time. One thing that can be great is when the sky is overcast, which can make for perfectly diffused, even, lighting without shadows. It's especially great if during such time, it's either snowing very lightly or not at all and without wind soon after a snowfall. The lens used for this, the Mitakon 20mm 4X (set at F/5.6) for this photo is limiting in the fact that the magnification range is small or nearly nonexistent, meaning that to photograph large crystals such as stellar dendrites can take up about eight or more times longer and require that much more photos to be able to increase depth of field in post processing as well as to stitch the focus stacks into a large mosaic, though such a process can be done the other way around, which in theory might work but in practice is very impractical (focus stacking multiple mosaics). The use of less magnification has been a desire of mine (but not less than 1X) because it can in theory result in more depth of field and less light might be needed to achieve a perfect photo; in general, smaller magnification can make macro photography easier and, at least for depth of field, can make for better rendition of fine details.
UP 2007 and three more EMD's lead a loaded grain train out of a unit train facility at Chemung, Illinois. This was once a through route between Kenosha, Wisconsin and Rockford, Illinois. Today it's been reduced to a 5 mile branch line that is only used by the occasional grain extra heading to and from this facility. The solitary code line pole next to the tracks shares a similar story. Both were once part of a greater network, but have been reduced to almost nothing over time.
On a different note I apologize about the several month hiatus, but between finishing up college and working two jobs my free time has been nonexistent. And with me starting a full time job as a conductor for CN in a few days, I won't have much time to be online. With that being said, I'll still post stuff here; but not as frequently as in the past.
Shadows stretched themselves out to twice their normal length as the sun set, leaving the world suspended in a gray-blue luminosity that would soon turn to the darkness of night.
Any normal person would have found themselves at a bar or a poker table, surrounded by friends and affable strangers. But one man stood alone in a dark alley, just beyond a downtown bus stop. His clothes portrayed his immense wealth, but his dreary surroundings seemed a stark contrast to the finely-tailored suit and silk tie; said alley was remote and dismal, and the man was beginning to feel ill-at-ease. Still, he knew that he must wait. Time would yield to his patience eventually…
He began to pace, feeling slightly unnerved by the sound of his own footsteps echoing off the brick walls of the buildings on either side of him. It reminded him of a blunt and simple fact that somehow toyed with his mind more ferociously than a cat with a half-dead sparrow: He was alone.
There were no windows facing the alley, and the street beyond was deserted. A row of graffiti-marred dumpsters lined the opposing wall. A rusty old fire escape loomed over his head.
The windowless walls of the two buildings flanking the narrow alley may as well been the bars of a cage.
The world had a way of making cages. The man knew that fact quite well. Too well...
Only a dim streetlamp lit the scene.
How much longer? he thought to himself. He would have glanced down at his watch, but it was broken; frozen at half-past nine. Minuets dragged by, but they seemed like hours. Years, even!
Once again, he realized he was trapped in a cage—a world confined within another world; where time and space may as well been nonexistent from the start.
All the while, a mounting fear was tearing its way into the man’s mind. The shadows were shifting in his thoughts.
He saw them.
Like creatures lurking just out of his peripheral vision, wary and hungry, white eyes glowing like vivid stars. His fears now had become real. A physical manifestation of something his own mind had created...
--Sarah Baretell. 2007
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I got the little Oystercatcher (top left) from Bruno Amadi's shop in Venice in 2017. In the next few years I made other visits and added other little critters to my collection. Last year someone knocked over the Oystercatcher and one of the legs broke off and was lost. It was still a Covid year and I didn't know when I would ever be able to get back to Venice, but I put the little bird in a box with some cotton.
Last month I made it back to Italy. When I arrived in Venice I asked my B&B host to call Bruno to find out when he would be open and learned he was in his shop. I dropped off my bags and went over to find him in the shop but with the iron grill down, I rapped on the window and when he saw me he made a "phone call?" gesture and I nodded. He let me in and I showed him the bird. He said he would try to fix it but it would be an "experiment.". He made a new leg while I looked at all the other little creatures on the shelves. My Italian is .... nonexistent, and his English is about as good, but we had a really nice visit while he packed up a new hen, the little horses ... and the healed Oystercatcher. He is a wonderful artist and an absolutely delightful man. He proudly said he has had his shop for 50 years. I hope I get to return many more times to see him.
Here's a good YouTube video interview in Italian done by a student for a project. It shows him working as he talks.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_2Tu8-7rrg
www.muranonet.com/en-en/blogs/unfold-venice/bruno-amadi-l...
Als Natur- oder Landschaftsfotograf hat man's im Januar/Februar in unseren Breiten oft nicht leicht. Schnee, Eis, Raureif gibt es kaum mehr, für Blumen oder frisches Grün ist noch viel zu früh, die Wälder und Felder sind oft trist und alles scheint wie mit einem schwarz-grünen Algenschleim überzogen zu sein. Bähhh. Moose, Flechten sind nun mit die besten Motive. Ja und mit ein wenig Glück findet sich auch noch das eine oder andere herbstliche Blatt im Sonnenlicht. Das Ganze, wie hier, vielleicht noch jeweils mit hübschem Bokeh im Hintergrund (hier das glitzernde Wasser der Wutach).
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Being a nature or landscape photographer in our latitudes in January/February is often not easy. Snow, ice, and hoarfrost are almost nonexistent; it's far too early for flowers or fresh greenery; the forests and fields are often dreary, and everything seems covered in a blackish-green algal slime. Yuck. Mosses and lichens are among the best subjects now. And with a little luck, you might even find the odd autumn leaf in the sunlight. All of this, as seen here, perhaps with a pretty bokeh in the background (in this case, the glittering water of the Wutach River).
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An experimental firearm designed for boarding operations and E.V.A personal defense. The URS-3 is a top-loaded forward ejecting, and rather bulky, submachine gun chambered for 5.7x28mm HY rounds.
The over-sized handguard houses the unique recoil balancing mechanism. The added weight is a necessary downside to having almost nonexistent recoil.
Courtesy of SIRIUS Fabrications
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So I drunk-0.6'd and this happened. Not really happy with it, but fuck it.
I'm so excited!! Today my dream colored wig arrived. Leeke's Sakura was sure the perfect for Enkeli's human shape.
Hoy llegó la peluquita de Enkeli en mi soñado color sakura. De hecho ya había tirado la toalla con ese color... incluso ordené la peluca en misty rose, color que no me llenaba del todo.... hasta que unos días después en el mercado de DoA ... ahi estaba esperandome una peluca en este hermoso color!! [luego la alisaré]
y eso sólo significa una cosa....
Was aimlessly scrolling youtube video thumbnails back in mid-January. That's what it's come to for me lately. An attention span too short to even watch a ten minute video, I'm reduced to scrolling the thumbnails of recommended videos. Often that's as edifying as watching the actual clip. Every once in a while I stumble upon a thumbnail tantalizing enough to open. One that caught my eye was a horoscope video for Capricorn (my birth sign). These are normally glib and way over-promise specific (generally wonderful) outcomes. But this one was not that. Quite the opposite it cautioned of an imminent and drastic change in my life. It seemed Pluto was closely conjoined with my birth sign at the time of the new moon. Pluto can often bring about a feeling of purging; sort of a creative destruction, hopefully leading to a regeneration. Great in theory but rooted in an underlying ordeal. I tried to take this with a grain of salt. But my apprehension began to grow as the date of the new moon drew near. I remember being very cautious that day trying hard not to be careless or inattentive lest I cause my own hardship. The day passed without incident and I felt relieved.
Two more care-free days and by then I had pretty much forgotten the video. But disaster struck on the third day. I was processing a photo when I noticed a dramatic slowdown in my computer. Didn't think much of it until I began hearing a clicking sound emanating from inside the machine. The hard drive had corrupted! Panic began to set in as I realized my entire photo archive was in jeopardy. I took stock of my file backup situation and it was virtually nonexistent. Some files existed in the cloud, and some on a backup computer. But I had become complacent on routine backup, and had procrastinated setting up a safety net. I'd been skating on thin ice for years and it finally caught up with me. I rebuilt the system and was able to restore a few thousand images from SD cards, and thousands more from iPhone. Yet tens of thousands of images had simply vanished. There is some hope that files from the old hard drive can be recovered. But I've resigned myself to the probability that they will not. This acceptance did not come overnight. The archives was vast and there was just no way to absorb the extent of the loss all at once. Every few hours I would recall another shoot that was lost, and these pangs kept hitting me like a series of waves, one after another. They're still coming, but less frequently. I assume this all happened for good reason. Much the way the universe guided me to take the photos in the first place, perhaps this was its way of telling me it was time to let go and head in a new direction. That's fine, I put my faith in the universe. But I now also have a 2Tb external drive backing up every pixel I create, just in case the universe decides I need another intervention.
In the midst of getting my system running again (also a huge ordeal that could have been avoided with a proper backup), I inadvertently smashed this antique doll. Something in my hatchback fell onto a box full of dolls and I heard a pop as if a lightbulb had shattered. I couldn't imagine what had caused the sound because the dolls were all cloth and plastic. But when I looked into the box I found one doll's head was made of porcelain and of course that's the one that shattered. Remarkably the face was largely intact. I carefully gathered all the fragments in hopes of gluing them back together. But much like my photo archives, I realized that neither would ever be the same.
Hey all! I’m so, so sorry I haven’t been posting. I was laid off from my job on February 10th, a few days before my last post. I’ve not been feeling well, in fact I’m still not, and this blog just felt too much like work that I couldn’t deal with.
I lost my grandmother and a great aunt, as well as a good friend, in the month leading up to me loosing my job, so this year has been simply overwhelming. Currently I’m trying to find a job that isn’t too far from my apartment, since I have an unfortunate fear of driving, and I don’t trust my car to keep it together for much longer and I want to be able to walk.
Mostly the thought of me working with new people, in a new place, is overwhelming. I don’t make friends easily, and I’m honestly a very shy person that usually gets misunderstood as unfriendly. After five and half years at my job, and especially after working through all of lockdown and the height of the pandemic last year, I didn’t have much of a reason to worry about being let go – my position was simply eliminated, and like so many other retail companies they are hiring more part-time employees instead of full-timers, so they couldn’t move me into another position within my store.
I’ve not really left the apartment much over the last four months, and I’ve not really seen any of my friends anyway, so maybe moving on to a different job won’t be so hard. I’ve just reached the point that I can’t think of what to do past tomorrow – I won’t make plans for next month, the month ever, because in my mind my future is nonexistent and I can’t get past thinking that way. I’m not suicidal, I just want to cease to exist. I can’t afford to see a psychiatrist or whatever right now, and I haven’t seen my parents or any of my siblings for three years now and I don’t know if I want to see or talk to them because I feel like such a useless person right now.
Sorry, this has nothing to with the photos or post really, just venting or whatever. Anyway – credits and SLURLs here: thevirtualgentleman.wordpress.com/2021/06/01/blur/
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Just shortly after a nonexistent sunrise the urge was there to make something of it and create this image which I really quite like.
Desecrated by Mother Nature and Industry, the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore along the Mt. Baldy area is almost nonexistent. The Dunes are continuously moving from the prevailing lakeshore winds and industry looks putrid among all the region has to offer.
Spaceship Earth, which opened on October 1, 1982, 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, Mass.
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 – 2000
Aperture – f/6.3
Exposure – 1/20 second
Focal Length – 18mm
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
Sense alçada de mires el camí és curt ... i el destí pràcticament inexistent. !!!
Without height of sight the road is short ... and the destination is virtually nonexistent.
Hey all! I’m so, so sorry I haven’t been posting. I was laid off from my job on February 10th, a few days before my last post. I’ve not been feeling well, in fact I’m still not, and this blog just felt too much like work that I couldn’t deal with.
I lost my grandmother and a great aunt, as well as a good friend, in the month leading up to me loosing my job, so this year has been simply overwhelming. Currently I’m trying to find a job that isn’t too far from my apartment, since I have an unfortunate fear of driving, and I don’t trust my car to keep it together for much longer and I want to be able to walk.
Mostly the thought of me working with new people, in a new place, is overwhelming. I don’t make friends easily, and I’m honestly a very shy person that usually gets misunderstood as unfriendly. After five and half years at my job, and especially after working through all of lockdown and the height of the pandemic last year, I didn’t have much of a reason to worry about being let go – my position was simply eliminated, and like so many other retail companies they are hiring more part-time employees instead of full-timers, so they couldn’t move me into another position within my store.
I’ve not really left the apartment much over the last four months, and I’ve not really seen any of my friends anyway, so maybe moving on to a different job won’t be so hard. I’ve just reached the point that I can’t think of what to do past tomorrow – I won’t make plans for next month, the month ever, because in my mind my future is nonexistent and I can’t get past thinking that way. I’m not suicidal, I just want to cease to exist. I can’t afford to see a psychiatrist or whatever right now, and I haven’t seen my parents or any of my siblings for three years now and I don’t know if I want to see or talk to them because I feel like such a useless person right now.
Sorry, this has nothing to with the photos or post really, just venting or whatever. Anyway – credits and SLURLs here: thevirtualgentleman.wordpress.com/2021/06/01/blur/
I've never been very much into macro flower photography, but I was shooting some blooms a few days ago on this Prickly Pear cactus. Not much is blooming this year in Arizona. It's been a fairly dry winter and the desert bloom this spring has been pretty much nonexistent.
915 Harley-Davidson Model 11-F - by Harley-Davidson Motor Company, Milwaukee - Wisconsin, USA - 998cc F-head V-Twin engine - 11 bhp - three-speed gearbox - leading-link arrangement with coil spring front suspension - nonexistent rear suspension - double action expending-band rear brake - a Prest-O-Lite headlight powered by acetylene gas - wheelbase 59.5 inch - curb weight 152 kg - 9,855 11-F units sold in 1915
* The V-Twin was invented by Glenn Curtiss in 1904.
* HD used an improved version since 1907, known as "The Silent Grey Fellow".
* The engine had a mechanically driven oil pump for more positive lubrication i.s.o. a hand pump, a major improvement.
* But it lacked the new electrical system (acetylene-burning lights on the 11-F) found on the 11-J, giving the 11-F its nickname "the poor man’s Harley".
* HD is the oldest still producing motorcycle company in the world, founded in 1903.
* Photo taken in Appelscha - The Netherlands during the 2015 Horse Power Run.
...the Universe in size of monitor by definition
endless as infinity composing undulated-D
entirely with all aspects in own-Self,
proportion & its size of moving artifacts
compressed by Light from distant Stars, &
Sunny rays as shower-meteors from
outer belt by its historical disturbance
atmosphere, plus price of currency,
stability & growth declining markets,
cattle raised, cat-rains-&-dogs, plus
eggs, & precious indeed, all natural
organic spoons&forks on hefty shelf
at lunar supermarket around corner,
immediate effect before my eyes
as yesterday & now to invite all stored
somewhere in the mind ideas, visions,
tangibility in sum of powerless & frosted
trees, & their individual scions & every
branch that's witnessed adoration, & vigor,
inspiration, & even memory of touch its
coarse, & spurring greens to life anew
directly known & familiar from keen of
pines, & ardent oaks from early Summer's
times each eager recognize my voice, &
naive gesture most cheerfully transgressed
with age forgotten in the depth of utter
silence, suppressed by weight of solitary
syllables relayed to nonexistent words,
but gradually whispering, or recital
reflecting littered visions resembled
step-by-step in oriole September
covered Autumn: Ideal of colored
world behind adjacent streets, & avenues
stretched in parade-alley of pack renewed
& modern stand-up of mannequins I missed
recording their shabby sickness & choking
screams by oldie camera, long since it lost
entire motivation due & because of matrix
self-restrain & illusory breath of freedom
in visual conflict between content & verbal
inconsistence on streets & lanes fulfilled by
echo, & emptiness Abyss erects behind its
walls, & decorated families
palazzos, curved garden's entourage,
ordeal & architectural phantasm observing
stream of merciless Eternity by smiles
of Sun through bridges far across Neva,
& Siena, or Danube, or else - in Alps
pedaling Light irradiated by unbearable
Sunsets direct to eyes: unbearable
by its attraction to blend with glass
& similarity appearance, Venetian's
canal, gondola, floating charm
amidst mass-satisfaction repeating
own-selves & its reflections lame
as ducks afloat mixed entertained
by dancing crowds, its metronome
& ritual of waltz in illusory light
of 20th Century, presumably all happy
dancing Vienna's waltz, as if before
in 1917, depicting yellowish estamps
a-sepia on walls, in studios,
in halls, in ballrooms, & even
right before my eyes in imaginary
& diluted by sentiments of dusk,
nostalgic recollection...
As usual - alas.
...just lonely Birds, but no more than singing
flock in depth off cage supporting tired from
Opera's soloist on squeaking love-seat ritual,
traditional deformity of fawns
& cupids with faces a-La theatrical Ideal
in slide & fly antique a-fresco,
Pompeian's ecstatic benefits again
before the mirror in Teatro-alla-Magia
around corner & rue forgotten
exactly and before Caffe Grande,
touristy dream from travel catalog,
however such exact location eliminates
enigma to depict espresso taste by sturdy bare
everywhere trunk, its speechless shaking tops,
its dried-off fallen leafs, invariably
separated & elapsed, on grounds, amidst
the snow vanished upon season, & fully melted...