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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.
---DESCRIPTION---
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.
---BIO---
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.
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/
Porto's train station is truly a stunning piece of architecture, But alas, their trains and train service verge on horrific. Trains are like something from the 1960s, service hostile or just nonexistent. Nevertheless, one still had the memories of this lovely station.
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Just shortly after a nonexistent sunrise the urge was there to make something of it and create this image which I really quite like.
Desecrated by Mother Nature and Industry, the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore along the Mt. Baldy area is almost nonexistent. The Dunes are continuously moving from the prevailing lakeshore winds and industry looks putrid among all the region has to offer.
....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!
Spaceship Earth, which opened on October 1, 1982, is a geodesic sphere that serves as the symbolic structure of Epcot, at the Walt Disney World Resort. One of the most recognizable structures of any theme park, it is also the name of the dark ride attraction that is housed within the sphere that takes guests on a time machine-themed experience using the Omnimover system.
The structure is similar in texture to the United States pavilion from Expo 67 in Montreal, but unlike that structure, Spaceship Earth is a complete sphere, supported by three pairs of legs. The architectural design was conceived by Wallace Floyd Design Group. The structural designs of both Expo 67 and Spaceship Earth were completed by Simpson Gumpertz & Heger Inc. of Boston, Mass.
Geometrically, Spaceship Earth is derived from the Class 2 geodesic polyhedron with frequency of division equal to 8. Each face of the polyhedron is divided into three isosceles triangles to form each point. In theory, there are 11,520 total isosceles triangles forming 3840 points. In reality, some of those triangles are partially or fully nonexistent due to supports and doors; there are actually only 11,324 silvered facets, with 954 partial or full flat triangular panels.
The appearance of being a monolithic sphere is an architectural goal that was achieved through a structural trick. Spaceship Earth is in fact two structural domes. Six legs are supported on pile groups that are driven up to 160 feet into Central Florida's soft earth. Those legs support a steel box-shaped ring at the sphere's perimeter, at about 30 degrees south latitude in earth-terms. The upper structural dome sits on this ring. A grid of trusses inside the ring supports two helical structures of the ride and show system. Below the ring, a second dome is hung from the bottom, completing the spherical shape. The ring and trusses form a table-like structure which separates the upper dome from the lower. Supported by and about three feet off the structural domes is a cladding sphere to which the shiny Alucobond panels and drainage system are mounted.
The cladding was designed so that when it rains, no water pours off the sides onto the ground. All water is collected through one-inch gaps in the facets into a gutter system, and finally channeled into the World Showcase Lagoon.
Technical Information (or Nerdy Stuff):
Camera - Nikon D5200 (handheld)
Lens – Nikkor 18-300mm Zoom
ISO – 2000
Aperture – f/6.3
Exposure – 1/20 second
Focal Length – 18mm
The original RAW file was processed with Adobe Camera Raw and final adjustments were made with Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
Sense alçada de mires el camí és curt ... i el destí pràcticament inexistent. !!!
Without height of sight the road is short ... and the destination is virtually nonexistent.
Hey all! I’m so, so sorry I haven’t been posting. I was laid off from my job on February 10th, a few days before my last post. I’ve not been feeling well, in fact I’m still not, and this blog just felt too much like work that I couldn’t deal with.
I lost my grandmother and a great aunt, as well as a good friend, in the month leading up to me loosing my job, so this year has been simply overwhelming. Currently I’m trying to find a job that isn’t too far from my apartment, since I have an unfortunate fear of driving, and I don’t trust my car to keep it together for much longer and I want to be able to walk.
Mostly the thought of me working with new people, in a new place, is overwhelming. I don’t make friends easily, and I’m honestly a very shy person that usually gets misunderstood as unfriendly. After five and half years at my job, and especially after working through all of lockdown and the height of the pandemic last year, I didn’t have much of a reason to worry about being let go – my position was simply eliminated, and like so many other retail companies they are hiring more part-time employees instead of full-timers, so they couldn’t move me into another position within my store.
I’ve not really left the apartment much over the last four months, and I’ve not really seen any of my friends anyway, so maybe moving on to a different job won’t be so hard. I’ve just reached the point that I can’t think of what to do past tomorrow – I won’t make plans for next month, the month ever, because in my mind my future is nonexistent and I can’t get past thinking that way. I’m not suicidal, I just want to cease to exist. I can’t afford to see a psychiatrist or whatever right now, and I haven’t seen my parents or any of my siblings for three years now and I don’t know if I want to see or talk to them because I feel like such a useless person right now.
Sorry, this has nothing to with the photos or post really, just venting or whatever. Anyway – credits and SLURLs here: thevirtualgentleman.wordpress.com/2021/06/01/blur/
I've never been very much into macro flower photography, but I was shooting some blooms a few days ago on this Prickly Pear cactus. Not much is blooming this year in Arizona. It's been a fairly dry winter and the desert bloom this spring has been pretty much nonexistent.
915 Harley-Davidson Model 11-F - by Harley-Davidson Motor Company, Milwaukee - Wisconsin, USA - 998cc F-head V-Twin engine - 11 bhp - three-speed gearbox - leading-link arrangement with coil spring front suspension - nonexistent rear suspension - double action expending-band rear brake - a Prest-O-Lite headlight powered by acetylene gas - wheelbase 59.5 inch - curb weight 152 kg - 9,855 11-F units sold in 1915
* The V-Twin was invented by Glenn Curtiss in 1904.
* HD used an improved version since 1907, known as "The Silent Grey Fellow".
* The engine had a mechanically driven oil pump for more positive lubrication i.s.o. a hand pump, a major improvement.
* But it lacked the new electrical system (acetylene-burning lights on the 11-F) found on the 11-J, giving the 11-F its nickname "the poor man’s Harley".
* HD is the oldest still producing motorcycle company in the world, founded in 1903.
* Photo taken in Appelscha - The Netherlands during the 2015 Horse Power Run.
...the Universe in size of monitor by definition
endless as infinity composing undulated-D
entirely with all aspects in own-Self,
proportion & its size of moving artifacts
compressed by Light from distant Stars, &
Sunny rays as shower-meteors from
outer belt by its historical disturbance
atmosphere, plus price of currency,
stability & growth declining markets,
cattle raised, cat-rains-&-dogs, plus
eggs, & precious indeed, all natural
organic spoons&forks on hefty shelf
at lunar supermarket around corner,
immediate effect before my eyes
as yesterday & now to invite all stored
somewhere in the mind ideas, visions,
tangibility in sum of powerless & frosted
trees, & their individual scions & every
branch that's witnessed adoration, & vigor,
inspiration, & even memory of touch its
coarse, & spurring greens to life anew
directly known & familiar from keen of
pines, & ardent oaks from early Summer's
times each eager recognize my voice, &
naive gesture most cheerfully transgressed
with age forgotten in the depth of utter
silence, suppressed by weight of solitary
syllables relayed to nonexistent words,
but gradually whispering, or recital
reflecting littered visions resembled
step-by-step in oriole September
covered Autumn: Ideal of colored
world behind adjacent streets, & avenues
stretched in parade-alley of pack renewed
& modern stand-up of mannequins I missed
recording their shabby sickness & choking
screams by oldie camera, long since it lost
entire motivation due & because of matrix
self-restrain & illusory breath of freedom
in visual conflict between content & verbal
inconsistence on streets & lanes fulfilled by
echo, & emptiness Abyss erects behind its
walls, & decorated families
palazzos, curved garden's entourage,
ordeal & architectural phantasm observing
stream of merciless Eternity by smiles
of Sun through bridges far across Neva,
& Siena, or Danube, or else - in Alps
pedaling Light irradiated by unbearable
Sunsets direct to eyes: unbearable
by its attraction to blend with glass
& similarity appearance, Venetian's
canal, gondola, floating charm
amidst mass-satisfaction repeating
own-selves & its reflections lame
as ducks afloat mixed entertained
by dancing crowds, its metronome
& ritual of waltz in illusory light
of 20th Century, presumably all happy
dancing Vienna's waltz, as if before
in 1917, depicting yellowish estamps
a-sepia on walls, in studios,
in halls, in ballrooms, & even
right before my eyes in imaginary
& diluted by sentiments of dusk,
nostalgic recollection...
As usual - alas.
...just lonely Birds, but no more than singing
flock in depth off cage supporting tired from
Opera's soloist on squeaking love-seat ritual,
traditional deformity of fawns
& cupids with faces a-La theatrical Ideal
in slide & fly antique a-fresco,
Pompeian's ecstatic benefits again
before the mirror in Teatro-alla-Magia
around corner & rue forgotten
exactly and before Caffe Grande,
touristy dream from travel catalog,
however such exact location eliminates
enigma to depict espresso taste by sturdy bare
everywhere trunk, its speechless shaking tops,
its dried-off fallen leafs, invariably
separated & elapsed, on grounds, amidst
the snow vanished upon season, & fully melted...
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)
Location: Kedah, Malaysia.
Local name: Kekicau Ekor Pendek, or Rimba Ekor Pendek
Distribution: Brunei, Indonesia, Malaysia, Myanmar, Singapore and Thailand
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Long-legged babbler with an almost nonexistent stump for a tail, found in primary and secondary evergreen lowland and foothill forest. Warm brown overall with paler underparts and a gray face with slightly moustached appearance. Upright stance and general profile make it seem almost pitta-like. Forages on or very close to the ground. Not as social as other forest babblers: typically encountered singly or in pairs. Calls are often dry and insect-like or mechanical. Song comprises a beginning phrase of dry chattering notes and a series of around half a dozen descending whistles.
Source: eBird
.- New stories of nonexistent terraces ..... Terraces overlooking the infinity .....
- Nuevas historias de terrazas inexistentes.....Terrazas con vistas al infinito...
Nonexistent
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)
Dawn over Los Angeles, Griffith Park, Los Angeles, California.
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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.
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
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
Once the sun completely disappeared behind the thick blanket of clouds, we were losing light fast. Everything was slowly turning pale grey. A hint of sunset glow lingered in the far distance over the horizon but it would be also gone soon. The park street lights came at the top of Cabrillo Bluff. The lighthouse located at the park also would soon shine its light into the dimming ocean soon. As the sky got grim, the rockshore got busier with the intense tide coming in. It was definitely time to go for that last, almost nonexistent, afterglow before packing up and leaving.
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 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
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.
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 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.
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.’”
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!
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.
Le vent soufflait depuis deux jours sans discontinuité. Entêtant. Glacial. La température frôlait les −10 °C, mais le ressenti était bien en dessous.
J'avais réussi à obtenir la météo malgré un réseau presque inexistant. Les prévisions concordaient : la nuit allait offrir un ciel parfaitement dégagé. La lune se couchait à 4 h 18 et la nuit était complète jusqu’à 4 h 43. Cela laissait un créneau de 25 minutes pour photographier la Voie lactée.
Pas vraiment l’heure à laquelle on a envie de sortir par ce froid. L’idée de quitter la chaleur du refuge ne m’enchantait guère, mais l’envie de faire une image était plus forte. J’avais déjà la composition en tête. Une grosse incertitude subsistait : allais-je réussir une pose de 15 secondes par ce vent ? Le risque de bouger était élevé.
Pour maximiser mes chances, j’ai protégé l’appareil en interposant mon corps aux bourrasques.
Une nuit trop courte et une onglée plus tard… Voilà la photo !
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The wind had been blowing non-stop for two days. Relentless. Bitterly cold. The temperature was hovering around −10°C, but it felt much colder.
I had managed to get the forecast despite an almost nonexistent signal. The predictions were consistent: the night would offer perfectly clear skies. The moon was setting at 4:18 a.m., and full darkness would last until 4:43 a.m., leaving a 25-minute window to photograph the Milky Way.
Not exactly the kind of hour you feel like heading out in that kind of cold. The idea of leaving the warmth of the refuge didn’t thrill me, but the urge to capture an image was stronger. I already had the composition in mind. One big uncertainty remained: would I manage a 15-second exposure in that wind? The risk of camera shake was high.
To maximize my chances, I shielded the camera by placing my body between it and the gusts.
One too-short night and a bout of frostbite later… here’s the shot!
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/.
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.
This was a very short-lived EF0 near Plainfield, Wisconsin. It lasted for maybe 30 seconds or so. The middle of the funnel was almost nonexistent; however, with a little help from masking, the middle can clearly be seen with many bends!
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)
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.
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"
The profound sadness of a nonexistent world ......
- La profunda tristeza de un mundo inexistente.....
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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
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.
"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.
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.