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During the DirtbagMont weekend in eastern Washington, probably my favorite moment came on Sunday evening during a long wait for a northbound manifest on Union Pacific's Ayer Subdivision. My traveling companions Justin and Davis opted to scramble up a hillside near where we'd left the car, while I set out solo westbound on foot via the abandoned SP&S right of way. Two rainy hours later, I found myself several miles from the car and out of contact with my dirtbag companions due to sometimes spotty, and sometimes nonexistent cell phone coverage. The rain did not let up, and the light was failing quickly, but I decided to stick it out.
Between the time that I first heard the train grinding through Hooper, and the time it finally appeared, I had lost a full stop of light. But my time spent waiting in the rain communing with the drenched eastern Washington landscape, the ghosts of the SP&S, and occasional deer was as much of a reward as the accompanying photo. It was almost completely dark by the time I made it back to the car, and Justin and Davis were quite relieved that they weren't going to have to embark on a search and rescue mission.
A stranger who claims to have no memory of his past. Although some have tried, no one has been able to refute this claim - and none have been able to trace him from prior to his arrival on the beaches of Erkelon, far south of Okoto, in a strange "canister". What little knowledge he does have of his nature comes from his recent experience - although he has been awake for but fifteen months - and a few strange "premonitions". He is not even sure of his own name - "Jetera", he says, is only a reconstruction.
Shortly after his arrival, Jetera was chosen to be the Master of Storms of the Toa Vihagu. However, Jetera's control over his electrical element was inconsistent and best, and nonexistent at worst - so he used deception and surprise as his chief tools. Despite his initally aloof and sometimes outright hostile to his teammates, his affinity for them has grown greatly, and the friendships he has with them have become his driving force - as he had no fixed morality or sense of purpose upon arrival.
With white extra flags flapping in the summer breeze, New Hampshire Northcoast's northbound empty gravel train crosses the calm water of the Salmon Falls River from Lebanon, ME into Milton, NH. The NHN main only crosses into the state of Maine for a few hundred feet here while the rest of line remains in New Hampshire. Solid green power on the NHN will pretty much be nonexistent for the foreseeable future with an FURX GP38-2 in maroon paint having arrived on the property in August. Although the power here isn't exactly matching, the patched ex-New England Southern GP18 beats the leaser in my book any day, especially due to the fact that the red unit typically leads the southbound.
...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...
The bellowing in our area takes place from mid-September to early October.
Males begin before dawn with their shows. They are located in grasslands above the forest, halfway up, so that their howls are transmitted well by deep valleys. They are answering a few gold medals, competing in power and frequency. Females are attracted by the sounds that show greater strength.
The fights between males are the last resort to see who is dominant, so they are almost nonexistent in the north of the Iberian Peninsula.
Before noon, males, tired, retire to the forest, to resume bellowing midafternoon and prolong until total darkness.
When a group of females join a male copulations, after which males are removed until the following year are produced. The females remain in small groups to childbirth.
La berrea en nuestra zona tiene lugar desde mediados de septiembre hasta primeros de octubre.
Los machos antes del amanecer comienzan con sus demostraciones. Se sitúan en pastizales sobre el bosque, a media altura, de modo que sus berridos se trasmitan bien por los profundos valles. Unos contestan a oros, compitiendo en potencia y frecuencia. Las hembras son atraídas por los sonidos que demuestran mayor fortaleza.
Las peleas entre machos son el último recurso para ver quien es el dominante, por lo que son casi inexistentes en la zona norte de la Península Ibérica.
Antes del medio día, los machos, cansados, se retiran al bosque, para reanudar la berrea a media tarde y prolongarla hasta la total oscuridad.
Cuando un grupo de hembras se unen a un macho se producen las cópulas, tras lo cual, los machos se retiran hasta el año siguiente. Las hembras permanecerán en pequeños grupos hasta los partos.
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I was disappointed with myself for hitting the snooze button this morning . . . although it was a little late to get out, I had a nearby location that I wanted to get out and explore. Thankfully I hadn't set out in the dark, because the "path" I had anticipated was really nonexistent. It is a miracle that my gear and I both survived this little expedition fully intact . . .
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.
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
Binomial name : Nettapus coromandelianus
Family:Anatidae
Other name : Cotton teal
Wikipedia (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotton_pygmy_goose):-
It is a small perching duck which breeds in Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, southeast Asia and south to Queensland.
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), etc. The call is a peculiar clucking, uttered in flight
പച്ച എരണ്ട
വിക്കിപീഡിയ (ml.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E0%B4%AA%E0%B4%9A%E0%B5%8D%E0%B4%9...) :-
കേരളത്തിൽ കാണുന്ന ഏറ്റവും ചെറിയ എരണ്ടയാണ് പച്ച എരണ്ട. ഇംഗ്ലീഷിൽ Cotton Teal അല്ലെങ്കിൽ Cotton Pygmy Goose എന്നാണ് പേര്. ശരീരത്തിന് പച്ചനിറമുണ്ട്. കണ്ണിനുമുകളിലൂടെ ഇരുണ്ടവരയുണ്ട്. ആണിനും പെണ്ണിനും ഒരേ നിറമാണ്. മുട്ടയിടുന്ന കാലത്ത് വേറെ നിറമായിരിക്കും.
ചെറു ജീവികളും ജലസസ്യങ്ങളും വിത്തുകളുമാണ് ഭക്ഷണം.
മുട്ടയിടുന്നത് മരപ്പൊത്തുകളിലാണ്.
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!
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.
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
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...
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.
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...
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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.
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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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
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
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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.
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 ...
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
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.
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Small individuals of this species are the smallest waterfowl on earth, at as little as 160 g (5.6 oz) and 26 cm (10 in). 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), etc.
-Wikipedia
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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Shot taken in downtown Beirut, Lebanon.
I have been sharing a few pictures from my last trip to Lebanon. I am always rejoiced to see the reactions from people to seeing their first ever pictures of my country, since many assume (rightfully so) that it is an absolute wreck.
Nothing is ever black or white and there is certainly a lot of beauty in Beirut that waits to be discovered and explored.
It was said that Beirut was destroyed and rebuilt 7 times. In 2020, another carnage hit Beirut through the famous port explosion. The streets seen in these shots were mostly ruined 5 yars ago. They were rebuilt, not through the efforts of the nonexistent government, but rather the individual efforts of the Beirutis as well as aids provided by some NGOs.
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....
THEME: www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUAcDMHuC2E
Introducing my Self-MOC! This is actually the 12th version (12.4 to be exact) and a character reboot, though, and I have revamped the whole thing again since this version, too. I will post a picture showing some of the previous versions (I don't have pictures of pre-7th versions, except for the very first), just so you can get an idea of the evolution of the character.
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Nicknamed "Rahksha" due to her Makuta heritage, Nyctoria is somewhat of a Toa: the most accurate way to put it is, she's a protector...of sorts. She has a strong link with the Netherverse, enabling her to draw on its dark power to perform necromancy, as well as harvest souls and summon them as Netherwalkers (inhabitants of the Netherverse) with her scythe. She can also reanimate corpses to serve her by using seals on their Kanohi.
However, the power of the Netherverse always takes it toll, and the user's soul - and therefore body - will decay the more they use it. The only way to maintain oneself is to harvest the souls of others. Hence, Nyctoria hunts down villains to defeat and consume.
While Nyctoria does defend others from Makuta and other threats, she is not altrustic in her motives -- she will just as easily consume innocents if there is no other source available, and rarely helps others unless she perceives them or the target as useful in her quest for revenge against her "father", Teridax -- and by extension, her de facto creator, Mutran.
As an individual, Nyctoria is largely anti-social, apathetic and an on-off misanthrope - hardly surprising considering her origins. That being said, she is not without a sense of justice and empathy, although her concept of morality is nonexistent at worst and dubious at best.
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NAME: Nyctoria
ALIASES: Rahksha, Daughter of Teridax, Destral's Shadowborne
SPECIES: Rahkshi/Toa (mutant; Kraata infused with energy from a Nui Stone)
GENDER: Female
KANOHI: N/A
ELEMENT: Shadow
WEAPON: Harvest Scythe - "Slayer's Slave"
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.
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