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Pretty much everything running into Sheffield from Chesterfield is now operated by an E400EV, the odd Yutong appearance excluded. The only deckers at any of the Sheffield depots which approach these in youthfulness are a handful of cascaded First Streetdecks of 2022 vintage, something which reflects how new bus orders without external funding are nonexistent in the city. YX25NZO (80150) is seen passing the impressive Trinity Methodist Church in Highfield with the 13:24 43 from the city centre back to Chesterfield.
It is a great temptation to attribute the apparent naivety of the Holy Scriptures to the "human margin", stretched out as it is in the shadow of Divine inspiration; it goes without saying that there is no connection between the two, unless we take this margin in a transposed and altogether different way, as we will do later, but it is clearly no such transposition that modern critics have in view when they bring up as arguments against the sacred books the apparent scientific errors which they contain.
The data - said to be naive – of Genesis for example prove, not that the Bible is wrong, but that man ought not to be told any more; needless to say, no knowledge is harmful in itself, and there are necessarily always men who are capable of spiritually integrating all possible knowledge; but the only kinds of knowledge that the average man can cope with are those which come to him through elementary, universal, age-old and therefore normal experience, as the history of the last centuries clearly proves.
It is a fact not only that scientific man (rough-cast by classical Greece and developed by the modern West) loses religion in proportion to his involvement with physical science but also that the more he is thus involved, the more he closes himself to the infinite dimension of suprasensory knowledge - the very knowledge that gives life a meaning.
It is true that Paradise is described in the Scriptures as being "up above", "in Heaven", because the celestial vault is the only height that can be empirically or sensorially grasped; and for an analogous reason, hell is "down below", "under the earth", in darkness, heaviness, imprisonment. Similarly, for the Asiatics, samsaric rebirths (when they are neither celestial nor infernal) take place "on earth", that is, on the only plane that can be empirically grasped; what counts, for Revelation, is the efficacy of the symbolism and not the indefinite knowledge of meaningless facts. It is true that no fact is totally meaningless in itself, otherwise it would be nonexistent, but the innumerable facts which escape man's normal experience and which the scientific viewpoint accumulates in our consciousness and also in our life are only spiritually intelligible for those who have no need of them.
Ancient man was extremely sensitive to the intentions inherent in symbolic expressions, as is proved on the one hand by the efficacy of these expressions throughout the centuries and on the other hand by the fact that ancient man was a perfectly intelligent being, as everything goes to show; when he was told the story of Adam and Eve, he grasped so well what it was all about - the truth of it is in fact dazzlingly clear - that he did not dream of wondering "why" or "how"; for we carry the story of Paradise and the Fall in our soul and even in our flesh.
The same applies to all eschatological symbolism: the "eternity" of the hereafter denotes first of all a contrast in relation to what is here below, a dimension of absoluteness as opposed to our world of fleeting and therefore "vain" contingencies, and it is this and nothing else that matters here, and this is the divine intention that lies behind the image. In transmigrationist symbolisms, on the contrary, this "vanity" is extended also to the hereafter, at least in a certain measure and by reason of a profound difference of perspective; and here likewise there is no preoccupation with either "why" or "how", once the penetrating intention of the symbol has been grasped as it were in one's own flesh.
In the man who is marked by the viewpoint of modern science, intuition of the underlying intentions has vanished, and that is not all; modern science, axiomatically closed to the suprasensory dimensions of the Real, has endowed man with a crass ignorance and thereby warped his imagination.
The modernist mentality is bent on reducing angels, devils, miracles (in a word all non-material phenomena which are inexplicable in material terms) to the domain of the "subjective" and the "psychological", when there is not the slightest connection between the two, except that the psychic itself is also made - but objectively - of substance which lies beyond matter; a contemporary theologian, speaking of the Ascension, has gone so far as to ask slyly, "where does this cosmic journey end?", which serves to measure out the self-satisfied imbecility of a certain mentality that wants to be "of our time". It would be easy to explain why Christ was "carried up" into the air and what is the meaning of the "cloud" which hid him from sight, and also why it was said that Christ "will come after the same fashion"; every detail corresponds to a precise reality which can easily be understood in the light of the traditional cosmologies; the key lies in the fact that the passage from one cosmic degree to another is heralded in the lower degree by "technically" necessary and symbolically meaningful circumstances which reflect after their fashion the higher state and which follow one another in the order required by the nature of things.
In any case, the deficiency of modern science lies essentially in its neglect of universal causality; it will no doubt be objected that science is not concerned with philosophical causality but with phenomena, which is untrue, for evolutionism in its entirety is nothing other than a hypertrophy, thought out as a means of denying real causes, and this materialistic negation, together with its evolutionist compensation, belongs to philosophy and not to science.
From an altogether different point of view, it must be admitted that the progressives are not entirely wrong in thinking that there is something in religion which no longer works; in fact the individualistic and sentimental argumentation with which traditional piety operates has lost almost all its power to pierce consciences, and the reason for this is not merely that modern man is irreligious but also that the usual religious arguments, through not probing sufficiently to the depths of things and not having had previously any need to do so, are psychologically somewhat outworn and fail to satisfycertain needs of causality.
If human societies degenerate on the one hand with the passage of time, they accumulate on the other hand experience by virtue of old age, however intermingled with errors their experience may be; this paradox is something that any pastoral teaching bent on efficacy should take into account, not by drawing new directives from the general error but on the contrary by using arguments of a higher order, intellectual rather than sentimental; as a result, some at least would be saved (a greater number than one might be tempted to suppose) whereas the demagogic scientistic pastoralist saves no one.
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Frithjof Schuon: Islam and the Perennial Philosophy
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.
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/
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.
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My Interplanetary Memories
Interplanetary Travel
I wanted to share with you this sunset photo I took five years ago according to Earth time. I was witnessing the simultaneous setting of three giant suns behind the mountains. It was a unique sunset view. Maybe it was a sight that I would never witness again for me. So I blinked as little as I could so as not to miss a single moment. And to show you this unique sunset view, I was constantly taking pictures. Ok, it may have been a bit late posting. Sometimes there are photos that I forget to share. Sometimes I don't even have time to share photos. There are times when I cannot share photos due to communication breakdown. I think this is one of those photos. During the time I was on that planet, I had constant communication problems due to the magnetic storms created by the three great suns. This resulted in a lot of unpublished photos in my archive. I hope it was worth the wait for me for so long.
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
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Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
....Here we are, standing at a door step of peace.
A war in which difference between a soldier and a civilian were nonexistent is now over.
This day, the 25th of September 2023 will be remembered as begging of a new age of humanity......
Overview
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My newest MOC, I think it is the first time I do something bigger related to modern military theme.
I don't have nothing much to say, about the creation, I just hope you enjoy it ;)
Every comment and fave is highly appreciated, so don't be shy!
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/
The lifelessness experienced in so many churches in our day can be traced directly to the multitudes of families in those churches which contain Sunday-morning Christians only. It is plain to see the cause for such deadness when such individuals are not consistently worshiping God in private. Statistics reveal that only 11 percent of all professing Christians in America read their Bible or some portion of it once a day. If so few professing Christians are spending time alone with God, it should not be surprising that family worship as a practice among professing Christian families is practically nonexistent. (Jerry Marcellino)
A polaroid of Talia in the rain yesterday.
It's been so long since I've been shooting. My tripod situation remains the same, nonexistent. I feel like I'm just echoing myself, but I do apologize for the lack of uploading. I haven't had time to go shooting with models lately, and there's no way for me to shoot self portraits.
.- New stories of nonexistent terraces ..... Terraces overlooking the infinity .....
- Nuevas historias de terrazas inexistentes.....Terrazas con vistas al infinito...
Dawn over Los Angeles, Griffith Park, Los Angeles, California.
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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 at Isafjordur, Iceland
The Dark Doodad Nebula, officially known as LDN 1780, is a stark and beautiful molecular cloud situated in the rich southern constellation of Musca (The Fly). When imaged under Bortle 1 skies, where light pollution is virtually nonexistent, the intricate features of the Dark Doodad Nebula are fully revealed, allowing us to appreciate its true depth and majesty.
Stretching almost five degrees in length, the Dark Doodad is a winding and serpentine dust lane that appears like a calligraphic stroke against the backdrop of stars. The nebula is an intricate dance of shadow and light, where cold molecular gas and dust stand out against the brilliant scatter of stars from the Milky Way.
This nebula is classified as a dark nebula due to the absence of star formation within it. Unlike emission or reflection nebulae, dark nebulae such as the Dark Doodad are characterized by their ability to block out the light from stars and galaxies situated behind them, creating an apparent void in the celestial sphere.
Near the Dark Doodad, observers will find a dense cluster of stars, NGC 4372. This globular cluster is one of the oldest known, with an estimated age of about 12 billion years. These ancient stars, relics from the early universe, offer us a glimpse into the past and the early epochs of cosmic history.
In the vicinity, one can also spot the Coalsack Nebula, another famous dark nebula, and the Southern Cross constellation, which contains several bright stars of scientific and navigational significance.
The Dark Doodad and its neighboring objects serve as a stark reminder of the immense scale of our universe and offer an exquisite visual treat for stargazers and astrophotographers fortunate enough to observe under Bortle 1 skies. Such regions, free from the pervasive light pollution that obscures our view in more populated areas, are increasingly precious in our modern world and vital for continuing exploration and understanding of the cosmos.
Image details
Camera: ZWO ASI 2600mm
Telescope: Stellamira 90mm Carbon Fibre triplet at F/4.9
Filters: Antlia LRGB-V-Pro
L: 65 x 180s
R: 10 x 180s
G: 7 x 180s
B: 6 x 180s
Originally built between 1793 and 1797 during the Second Spanish Period, this Spanish Colonial and Neoclassical-style cathedral is the fourth church to occupy a prominent position at the heart of the city of St. Augustine. The original church, built of flammable materials, stood from 1565 until 1586, when it was burned during an attack by English Privateer Sir Francis Drake. Not even a year later, the church was rebuilt of palm logs, with a straw roof, which succumbed to fire in 1599. In 1605, thanks to a tithe from Spain, a timber church was constructed, which stood until a failed English attack on the city in 1702 by James Moore, then-governor of Carolina colony. There were attempts to rebuild the church during the First Spanish Period, starting in 1707, but these went nowhere, and the money intended for the church’s reconstruction were misallocated by corrupt officials. Instead, during the remainder of the First Spanish Period, mass was held in the St. Augustine Hospital. Following the transfer of governance of Florida to the British in 1763, the need for a new Catholic church was nonexistent, as the catholic population of the colony fled to other Spanish colonies. At the start of the Second Spanish Period in 1784, the need for a new church became more apparent, and work on the current cathedral’s Coquina stone walls began in 1793. The facade of the church features Neoclassical elements around the front doorway, with the Spanish Colonial style being employed on the roofline and limited fenestration on the front facade. The church stood in its original configuration until a fire in 1887 destroyed the timber roof structure and did major damage to the interior. Following the fire, Henry Flagler led the effort to have the cathedral rebuilt, with James Renwick, Jr. designing an expansion of the old building, giving it a rectangular cruciform layout, and adding the Spanish Renaissance-style bell tower and European-style transept to the building. The interior was rebuilt to feature exposed decorative timbers that supported the roof structure, and a decorative polychromatic tile floor. The building has since received a few more additions, which house a chapel, service areas, and offices, as well as a building to the rear of the cathedral along Treasury Street, built in the Mediterranean Revival style, which houses the offices of the Diocese of St. Augustine. Today, the cathedral remains a prominent landmark in the city, and was listed on the National Register of Historic Places and listed as a National Historic Landmark as part of the St. Augustine Town Plan Historic District in 1970.
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 had this stupid thing. On my mind. For so long now.
For the six of you wondering, Squad Stories isn't dead, I'm just working on other projects and feeling pretty unmotivated to work on it. But I'm also just kinda not feeling this thing as a whole right now. The community is either nonexistent or a disaster save for a few beacons of light, and I don't have much interest or ideas towards lego right this moment. But so it goes.
Anyways, here's The Squad but Classic Space. They're pretty self explanatory. I kind of love this look for Clock King in general, if I'm to be honest. Rick needs a black belt but I haven't got any.
Cheers, all.
Trail Fail action from late fall last year. Daylight moves are rare to nonexistent out here east of Hilbert, which made this dash 9 a very worthy target.
For the Small Starfighter contest.
On a side note, we're leaving for vacation today, and we'll get back after BrickFair is over. Activity will be slowed, and uploads will be practically nonexistent until BrickFair arrives.
See you guys soon!
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 ...
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.
Selective serotonin re-uptake inhibitors or serotonin-specific reuptake inhibitor[1] (SSRIs) are a class of compounds typically used as antidepressants in the treatment of depression, anxiety disorders, and some personality disorders.
SSRIs are believed to increase the extracellular level of the neurotransmitter serotonin by inhibiting its reuptake into the presynaptic cell, increasing the level of serotonin in the synaptic cleft available to bind to the postsynaptic receptor. They have varying degrees of selectivity for the other monoamine transporters, with pure SSRIs having only weak affinity for the noradrenaline and dopamine transporter.
The efficacy of SSRIs in mild or moderate cases has been disputed. A 2010 meta-analysis states that "The magnitude of benefit of antidepressant medication compared with placebo ... may be minimal or nonexistent, on average, in patients with mild or moderate symptoms. For patients with very severe depression, the benefit of medications over placebo is substantial."[2] This analysis discarded a great majority of FDA-approved antidepressant studies[citation needed], including those that used placebo washout periods typically used as controls.[3]
SSRIs are the first class of psychotropic drugs discovered using the process called rational drug design, a process that starts with a specific biological target and then creates a molecule designed to affect it.[4] They are the most widely prescribed antidepressants in many countries.[4]
(en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selective_serotonin_reuptake_inhibitor)
The biopower and biopolitics of the biotechnocracy with its nonexistent bioethics of biotechnology. The vaccine gene therapy, altering DNA, manipulating basic biology with spike protein. We will biohack the proteins and DNA that are central to your biology. Human genetic engineering will lead to artificial intelligence and bioengineering. AI and biotechnology will be the end of the real you. Take the jab, take the biohazard, receive your biopassport. Get your biochip, become a bionerd. Don’t be biosensitive; don’t let the bioink leak from yours eyes as you cry out in joy. We wouldn’t want your embedded biosensors to send out an emergency alert, now would we? Synthetic biology and biological data. 666 and the biosurveillance system. Bio-serfdom: equality for all! Let’s eradicate poverty, let’s make y’all biodigital slaves! If you don’t believe transhumanism is right around the corner, then check out the government website below.
Here is an article on the Canadian government website called: Exploring Biodigital Convergence
horizons.gc.ca/en/2020/02/11/exploring-biodigital-converg...
Here is one for you Americans: In science we trust!
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United Nations, and to the New World Order for which it stands, one post-nation under pseudoscience, divisible, without liberty and justice for all.”
Abort millions of babies…oh wait…now we don’t have enough skilled labour, and who is going to pay taxes to look after our ageing population? We have low birth rates, so let’s bring in large numbers of immigrants. Multiculturalism, let’s make you a melting pot of people. We will erode your culture and values…and who needs borders? The future is tranhumanism! Humans will evolve until there is no race or gender or reproduction…as for culture and borders, they will no longer exist…it’s all part of the plan…divide, conquer, and assimilate into the transhuman revolution. Humans will continue to evolve until they no longer resemble humans. Humans will become extinct. Survival of the fittest! Many will die in this evolution of man and AI, but some will adapt and survive. You will be owned like cattle, and once your purpose is fulfilled, we will get rid of you…like we do to those in the womb today…life isn’t sacred…especially if you aren’t even human…just some sort of parasite. Welcome to the New World Order of transhumanism!
Thankfully we have a Saviour, so things will only go so far. The Mark of the Beast is as far as transhumanism will get. When Jesus returns He will throw all the transhumans into hell. That will be the end of transhumanism. There is no eternal life in transhumanism, except for eternal life in hell.
1 Corinthians 3:18-20 “Stop deceiving yourselves. If you think you are wise by this world’s standards, you need to become a fool to be truly wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness to God. As the Scriptures say, ‘He traps the wise in the snare of their own cleverness.’ And again, ‘The LORD knows the thoughts of the wise; he knows they are worthless.’”
The Sabre Program: nonexistent. Preposterous rumor. And Noble Team's newest member was never a pilot for it.
The YSS-1000 Sabre is a UNSC orbital defense fighter used during the Fall of Reach, most notably in Operation: Uppercut. It is launched into orbit with multi-stage rocket boosters.
The LEGO Sabre seats two minifigures in the cockpit.
Drama in the nest... another male had just swooped "in"...
I took a year off of posting, all of 2018.
Just before the start of 2018 I also quit FB and IG. Near the end of 2018 I started to share already shared photos on my blog nikographer.com/ and also I shared some new drawings (and old ones too).
It was an interesting year, I still took photos - traveled to Florida and other places, but photography was not nearly the same priority for me, and my online/social activity went to nearly nonexistent.
Also regarding the Smugmug/flickr deal, I was at first excited, but then as the cost seemed to rise (I realized I had paid 50$ for the past 2 renewals, and that the expired credit card was still being used, and that I could not delete the card info itself) and the free account limits went to 1000 images - I decided to prune my account to below 1000 images, even though I'm still pro, so I removed about 5,000 images that I'd post over 13 years. I'm not planning to renew - and I'm going to have one paid site and that's at my own domain name - nikographer.com/.
I am alive!
This is the MOC I took down to the Christchurch Brick Show in July. Yeah, July. The internet side of my lego life has been virtually (haha, pun not intended :P) nonexistent for ages now.
Some of you might remember the Lego graphic novel I was writing and video blogging about earlier this year, until about April. It and I disappeared from the face of the internet without notice. Sorry about that. My beautiful 1-year-old niece passed away very suddenly at the beginning of May, and the project was not a priority.
Anyhow, hopefully I'll get back to it at some point. It would be really good to actually get something out of it, because it did have a plot and concepts that I really liked. Right now I'm working on my exhibit for the Auckland Brick Show 2014, a part of a pirate/castleish collaboration. It should be pretty cool :)
Thanks for checking this out! :D
After a 6-year absence, I’m truly very happy that I had the chance to go out again for a night photography session. First of all, the most important thing is that I had the company of a very important person to me — someone with whom I used to go on outings all these years, but after the arrival of our two children, time became almost nonexistent and we lost touch. However, there are friendships so strong that they don’t break, even with the passing of time.
This is a panorama of 8 vertical shots. I hope you like the result!!
A whitetail doe pauses in a wheat field. I barely had time to frame and focus - from the rolling red Toyota blind - before she turned and bounded away.
I had tried to get into the park after a day or two of rain, but the roads had turned to gumbo and I was doing significant sliding on the muddy access road. My backup plan was to randomly drive the paved roads and see what I could see. Traffic was even lighter than usual (and "usual" here is close to nonexistent). I drove east, toward PInto Horse Butte, the area where Sitting Bull and his band camped in 1877, following the fight at Little Bighorn (Greasy Grass to the Lakota) that wiped out Custer and his immediate command, and after being chased around the plains by the U.S. Army for months. When they crossed the Medicine Line (ie. into Canada), they were safe. But with the bison herds all but gone, game was scarce, and their nomadic life was consequently doomed.
I mention this frequently; history in this place isn't something abstract that you read about. The evidence of earlier lives and ways of life lies all around, in tipi rings, turtle effigies, bison drive lanes, buffalo jumps, and then in abandoned remnants of ranches and dwellings from the early years of settlement. In this respect, hiking Grasslands National Park is a little like stepping into the past.
However, with the park inaccessible on this particular day, I was driving past wheat fields, mustard fields, in a vastness of tilled fields and cow pasture, with only the occasional house in sight, set well back from the pavement. Wildlife species that have adapted well to the agricultural landscape were present: deer, pronghorn, coyotes (heard but not seen), ground squirrels, hawks, songbirds. Monoculture means loss of biodiversity, though, as anyone who has driven across the prairie with open eyes will understand, and that makes our parks and other protected areas so precious, and that is why it is imperative that we increase protection for undeveloped areas of wild prairie on both sides of the border.
Photographed near Pinto Horse Butte, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Built for the 12x12 category of Summer Joust 2025 and for the RPG Age of the Unseated as the first build for the quest "Secrets" and the place for my sigfig introduction.
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Before Kyran was imprisoned in Anderida, he spent many hours in the library of the school for arcane artists. The sole reason he had come to Anderida was not the city's fame and fortune, but the knowledge contained in the school library, which he hoped to use to track down the murderous beings who had killed his parents. The library spanned several vast underground halls, but only a small portion was above ground, yet this one in particular was of special interest to Kyran: It contained knowledge about the darkest creatures in Wynörea. Although he wasn't supposed to be there and shouldn't be involved with dark magic, he often sneaked into this part.He was searching for all possible information about three diabolical shadows. Horrific memories repeatedly flashed before his inner eye: human-like beings whose legs were fluid like black pitch, forming an oily puddle beneath them. Human-like beings with a distinctive helmet covering their nonexistent eyes, human-like beings with a large scythe in their hand and a cloak fluttering around them. Something connected Kyran to these creatures, but his memories were clouded. There were his parents, the strange beings, a wagon, a ruin, a forest... and he couldn't remember much else. During his studies, he delved deeper and deeper into the creatures' dark secrets and black magic. But he would never complete his studies after what happened in the tavern. There was nothing more than a rough idea about what these beings might be.
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Part two of the quest will follow soon!
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Feedback and suggestions are welcome!
Davis Mountains State Park, Fort Davis, Texas
Hasselblad 500 C/M, Carl Zeiss Planar 80mm f/2.8 C T*, Fuji Velvia 50
"Every aspect of Nature reveals a deep mystery and touches our sense of wonder and awe. Those afraid of the universe as it really is, those who pretend to nonexistent knowledge and envision a Cosmos centered on human beings will prefer the fleeting comforts of superstition. They avoid rather than confront the world. But those with the courage to explore the weave and structure of the Cosmos, even where it differs profoundly from their wishes and prejudices, will penetrate its deepest mysteries." ~ Carl Sagan
there is a Harley in red, but dreams shape the nonexistent!
- Harley Davidson rouge...
il y a de Harley en rouge, mais les rêves façonnent l'inexistant!
CN U702 with the usual IC’s thunders through the signal bridge that guarded the now nonexistent BLE russleton yard.
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"
Houtong Cat Village: an entire town overrun by cats. Some of them stray, but a surprising percentage of them seem to be somewhat domesticated.
Further down the street, away from the train station, the buildings become a little more abandoned or, in some instances, nonexistent. Nevertheless, the residents take some pride in their town and try to make it a little more interesting to look at.
Ghost Figure According to a Group of Scientists:
Can Be Seen If The Brain Is Affected By Very Low Frequency
Until now scientists still do not believe in the existence of ghosts. Even if the ghost is present, but it is still difficult to prove it in reality. Because according to people who believe, ghosts are in another world, invisible, but sometimes can be felt even visible on certain occasions.
If they (ghosts) do exist, then what is a ghost? From what are they formed? What creatures are they? Could it be that the ghost consists of material that has gas, molecules, ions or something else? Or it could be, a ghost consists of a substance or element that scientists have never known.
Scientists are still investigating mystical phenomena about the existence of this ghost. Then another question arises, how can ghosts change? How can they penetrate walls or other material? How are they created? How do they end? Or is the ghost just an eye illusion, an ear illusion or just an illusion of feeling?
Whatever the ghost, scientists still take research from the point of science or science alone. And they still believe that ghosts are illusions made by the brain in certain circumstances.
If it is true that ghosts are illusions made by the brain, the classic question arises again, how can the brain make the illusion of ghostly sightings? What makes the brain have this illusory or imaginary ability?
Investigation
Some scientists joined forces to investigate this mystical phenomenon. They conducted an experiment in the most haunted place in America, an old prison that had long been unused in the Eastern State Penitentiary in the Philadelphia area of America.
From several witnesses in the area, they have admitted that they sometimes see things like flying creatures floating in the prison. And the incident happened several times.
This investigation requires several volunteers who will observe the haunted prison. The chosen volunteers must be people who do not trust ghosts and not cowards.
Then all the incarcerated angles and rooms that will be used for testing are equipped with various types of infrared cameras, electromagnetic field detectors, temperature sensors, audio and video sensors and other cutting-edge technologies. Even some of the devices and technologies used are exactly the same as NASA uses.
After each corner and hall and corridor of the old prison were given the equipment, they observed a full day but no suspicious objects.
On the second night, volunteers were deployed. All volunteers were placed in several detention cells overnight. What do you think of volunteers?
The volunteers did not feel anything, let alone the presence of ghost phenomena. They only felt cold but stuffy air, "Maybe because in this cell room there is no air circulation," said one volunteer.
Some say that, "The air inside the moist cell causes less fresh air to be inhaled, like a bad odor," said the volunteer.
During the day until dawn, none of the volunteers felt an anomaly. They don't see strange phenomena, strange appearances or hear something strange.
On the third day. Scientists use a little trick. Initially this trick was only a trial and error of some previous investigation literature. They prepared several low loudspeakers (subwoofers). Then without the volunteers knowing it, the subwoofer was placed in some hidden place and could not be seen by the volunteers later.
The low loudspeaker will then be activated and will vibrate under the senses of human hearing, aka infra-sonic. When the amplifier is turned on the loudspeaker membrane will go back and forth with great force but there will be no sound heard by humans.
Evenings arrived, like the previous nights they were all prepared with communication tools that could be monitored and also did not forget to bring their respective flashlights. After about half an hour, scientists turned on the sub-woofer type loudspeakers. Before long, there was an atmosphere that according to volunteers "uncomfortable".
The volunteers reported that for some reason their heads were a little dizzy, the heart was slightly pounding, the nape of the neck and wrists were creeping, some even saw smoke coming out of the wall. That night was so weird unlike the night before, what had really happened to them?
Low Frequency Waves
Sub-woofer type loudspeakers that emit low frequency waves are the cause. How come, what happened?
Each frequency has a wavelength and each wave has its own weaknesses and shortcomings.
Unlike other ordinary waves, at very low frequency or VLF, it has properties that can easily penetrate a material such as wood, walls, soil and even some types of metals.
And also easily, these very low waves can also penetrate the human body.
As long as there are waves that can penetrate our bodies, then these waves must also penetrate and affect the biological organs in the human body, including the brain.
Therefore the researchers who are also scientists are very interested in this phenomenon. What causes the influence of human behavior in a state of restlessness, discomfort, and even hallucinations can be affected by very low frequency waves (VLF).
From the results of his research, it turns out that the human brain is very vulnerable to the presence of this VLF wave. There are several parts of the brain whose nerve cells are not affected by VLF, but there are also affected parts. Some of the parts of the brain that are affected by VLF are parts of the brain that regulate the balance and awareness system.
And the balance and awareness system will ultimately affect the senses that are connected and coordinated to him.
With the influence of the balance and awareness system on the human brain, the brain will command certain cells to other senses, such as the eye that can see things that do not exist but seem to exist.
The ear which functions as a balance also begins to be affected by incorrect information from the brain, then begins to feel dizzy and also has a hearing effect that does not actually exist, such as hearing a woman's voice, a child crying and loud sounds.
Other senses have also been shown to be influenced by information from the brain that is misinformed due to the impact of Very Low Frequency (VLF) waves. Including the sense of smell, smell the flower that is actually not there. Feelings like the skin also cause a feeling of "goosebumps" on the hands and neck.
During this session, humans will experience such "hallucinations" because the brain is affected by VLF and dis-information occurs and affects other human senses. And in the next session, humans can see "ghosts".
Low frequencies are everywhere
Then where does the low frequency around us come from? Low frequencies are everywhere and can be triggered by various ways.
Naturally low frequencies can be triggered by very low and slow vibrations. Starting from the leaves or reeds blown by the wind, from falling water droplets, from raindrops, from the low rotation of the fan and from anything that is vibrating and has a very, very low vibration.
Especially if you are inside an old building like this prison. Humidity due to dripping water, grass, wind noise and others greatly affects the human senses.
Therefore, scientists are very sure that ghost sightings are triggered by dysfunction of the way the brain works that have been affected by the VLF.
Very Low Frequency Advanced Research
As a result of the discovery of "accidental" which originated from research on ghosts, it continues to be a research on - changing and regulating human behavior (human behavior). And this actually makes it a stepping stone to the latest technologies.
The researchers immediately focused on this "secret behind low frequency".
The only one that also uses low frequency is H.A.A.R.P. (High frequency Active Auroral Research Program) or Aurora High Frequency Active Inquiry Program.
Yes, initially high frequency. Then what if low frequencies are transmitted through these HAARP antennas? Many studies of high frequency rather than low frequency. And through HAARP but emitted low frequencies (not just high frequency ones), unexpected things can happen. And this will certainly always be disarmed and not recognized by the parties concerned.
Once it is "not investigated" this very low frequency capability, so that humans can see the non-existent, and can hear the nonexistent, but all seems to really exist. And that is why ghosts exist and can be seen, according to science ...
(© IndoCropCircles.com / Ghost Behind Bars - Natgeo TV - Mystery 360)
"As a soldier in the field I couldn't possibly have access to those kinds of resources. That said, a good place to look might be...I don't know, the nearest nonexistent launch site in the nonexistent Sabre Program, dismissed by three administrations as preposterous rumor... And in which our newest member was certainly never a pilot." -Catherine-B320
The UNSC YSS-1000 Sabre space fighter was designed for orbital defense and used during the Fall of Reach.
My LEGO version fits both pilot and copilot and is surprisingly swooshable. Don't worry, guys, I have plans for making the detachable booster rockets. That's how I want it displayed at Brickworld; I want it to look like it's in liftoff.
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An evening scenery I captured in Saint Malo, North of France
The mix between cold and warm colors was delicious.
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Blue gold sky
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Your fire is burning
Horizon questions why
Your evening is yearning
For a day that is soon gone
Into oblivion abyss
To carry the night on
In dreamy nocturnal kiss
All the blue gold is bound
Into your drifting clouds
Sunset of silver found
Among the streets and crowds
Love song of dusky distant
Where weaving dreams go
In to the nonexistent
Of ocean’s nightly glow
Blue gold sky
Yesterday is in your sight
When you come in sweet lullaby
In the falling off the eve light
Chariot of fire gold
Blue silver moon beyond
Nothing your dreams can hold
You are to stars whishes bond
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The poem appeared on www.poemhunter.com/peter-s-quinn
It's a Church and parsonage of Cuervo, New Mexico. No doubt it started as a barn and house, but in the never wealthy (and now almost nonexistent) town of Cuervo, it would do as a church. Except for the sign (which reads: "[undecipherable] Memorial Baptist Church"], there is nothing inside to indicate what it once was.
This was very late afternoon, which was the wrong time to be in this spot, obviously. Mid-morning would have been the ticket. No chance for any nude photography here as it was windy and quite chilly.
A walk into town to pick up a neighbour’s prescription gave me the opportunity to take a couple of shots and here we see Sanders former Nottingham City Transport East Lancs bodied Scania N94UD Omnidekka type number 115 - YN53 CFF “OCEANUS” as it passes through “the narrows” section of Church Street in Cromer whilst working the above service X44 journey. The infamous “marmite regeneration” of Cromer Town Centre which took place in the early 2000s, resulted in the whole length of Church Street being narrowed to provide wider pavements, although in this original narrow section they remain virtually nonexistent, especially beside The Albion PH to the right. Hard to believe this was once a two way thoroughfare. In the background we can see the tower of St Peter & St Paul’s church, at 160ft the tallest in Norfolk. The church has undoubtedly witnessed many events in the 600 plus years it has dominated the town, but surely nothing quite like the year 2020.
Originally named “CASSIUS” when it joined the Sanders fleet in June 2017, vehicle 115 had lost the name by July 2019, but was subsequently rechristened at some point during the first Coronavirus lockdown period and certainly by July 2020.
The profound sadness of a nonexistent world ......
- La profunda tristeza de un mundo inexistente.....
Pictures are 2 SWATH pilot tenders currently used by the Houston Pilots. The newest addition to the fleet, Bayou City, was built in Germany by our friends at Abeking & Rasmussen. The older and smaller vessel was built on the West Coast of the US by a now nonexistent company.
Stumbled upon a stand of giant reeds the other day while photographing nearby farmland. I normally give these things a wide berth because, in my mind, they are crawling with ticks and infested with snakes. But the cold autumn air emboldened me to draw near. Snake activity poses little or no risk now and ticks would have a difficult time penetrating the many layers of clothing that covered me. What attracted me in the first place was the patch of golden color in the otherwise bleak landscape. And I loved the way the reeds seemed to sway and flow in response to the wind. It gave the impression of peace and serenity. So much so that I decided to enter into the patch to see what it was like inside. Easier said than done I soon found as the reeds grow densely packed. Once inside I quickly found appearances can be deceiving. The tranquility I imagined was nonexistent. Inside the patch was a tangled and very claustrophobic sense of confusion. Felt very confining in there, and the effect was magnified by the sheer height of the reeds, with the uppermost leaves waving 12 feet or more above ground level. Still I stood my ground and began shooting. What I loved most was the interplay of blue sky against the golden hue of the reeds. In post processing I fell in love with this image, probably the most flawed of the series but it best conveys the feeling of being inside, looking out.
William "Billy" McIntosh Stark, the first Canadian with a pilot´s license and his wife Olive in a Curtiss school plane in Sand Diego in 1912. My colorization of an image in the City of Vancouver archives.
The Canadian Museum of Flight tells the story:
"High speed and danger tend to appeal to a certain type of individual, so it was hardly surprising that a well-known Vancouver auto racer, Billy Stark, took up flying. Since there were no flying schools in Canada in 1911, Stark went to San Diego, California, to enroll in the only aviation school on the Pacific coast. Glenn Curtiss, the world-famous aircraft designer and builder, was giving expert flying instruction in the hopes of selling his airplanes to successful students. Stark progressed through the complete course, learning aircraft handling and repair and basic engine maintenance. In an era when aviation mechanics and riggers were all but nonexistent, each pilot had to know enough to keep his machine operating efficiently and safely. His life depended on it.Billy Stark returned to British Columbia with his pilot's licence and a new Curtiss “Flyer.” On April 24, 1912, Stark took Daily Province sports editor Jim Hewitt up for a flight. Hewitt, who was British Columbia's first air passenger, related his impressions of the flight to his readers.Later that same day, Olive Stark became the first woman airplane passenger in Canada. She sat beside her husband on the lower wing of his Curtiss, bundled up against the cold, looking both proud and apprehensive.Stark's Curtiss was typical of pre-World War 1 machines. It was a “finely tuned” mass of wire, bamboo, interplane struts, and spruce, covered by stretched and doped fabric. The engine was a six-cylinder, water-cooled “V”-type, which was fueled by a gasoline tank mounted above it to permit gravity feed. A single steering wheel controlled height and direction of flight. Flying wires stretched between the wings had to be properly tightened to ensure structural strength. Very light in weight, these machines were easily damaged in their all-too-frequent crashes. Stark was injured late in 1912, after making numerous personal appearances at events around the province."
Press "L". With massive North-Atlantic storm winds the only way to find a shelter was on ancient ruins, built from the time of the Vikings. It was humblingly inspiring to sleep on so much history and adventure beneath and around you in such a remote place in the middle of nowhere, literally - only vast spaces of violent and unfriendly Ocean around you. This is where you just barely get to grasp the size proportions of the Universe - we're on just a nonexistent and unsiginificant rock travelling in the middle of Space Time.
Horizon 202, MC 28mm f2.8, Kodak Gold 200 self-developed with Fuji Hunt X-Press C41 kit, wet-mounted drumscan (sensed with PhotoMultiplier Tubes - PMTs - no CCD nor CMOS involved in the light detection process)
A tremendously popular spot amongst eastern sierra photographers is the Leaf Tunnels along North Lake Road off route 168 just outside the town of Bishop California. Being from the east coast, I grew up in a place where trees did quite a job of showing off their autumn colors.... Each year it took me but a minutes drive to reach colored countryside where I could wander up a forest stream painted with neon leaves... or perhaps an Oceanside drive along rows of red maples..... I have memories of walking to school thru piles and piles of leaves... like giant crayola snow drifts. Now, here in LA, things are a bit different, autumn leaves are almost nonexistent and about as exciting as Patriots football to the so cal locals.... but me, I'm a traveler and I like to seek out things. Like... hmmmm... leaf Tunnels rumored just beyond the gates of the eastern sierra's :) They really are beautiful to see and to walk thru. For me, the bright eyed and inquisitive traveler and light hunter that I am, it was like walking to school again. How many times it's been photographed or how many photographers are walking around plays no part in my photograph taking. I noticed something that caught my attention and I recorded it to take with me back to my dwelling in Los Angeles. So without further a do... drum roll please.... I present... my very own interpretation of the world famous "Leaf Tunnel at North Lake" seen thru a Canon 70-200MM lens and recorded with a 5D mark II by little ol me.
At the moment, I'm reminded of something my big brother, whom I love dearly, said to me when I was in my early 20's and struggling to find my way as an artist in the business of music. It's very powerful and it's stuck with me ever since. Let it guide you, as it has me, if you ever momentarily lose your way.
"Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best." -Henry Van Dyke
My brother's photography.
tell him I sent ya :)