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Company: Pokemon Center?
Set: Oops!
Year: 2014
Size: Small
Made in: Japan
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Company: Pokemon Center?
Set: Oops!
Year: 2014
Size: Small
Made in: Japan
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Missed it! ; )
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Unimin is one of the sand shippers west of Oregon, IL. A derailment on the lead into the facility caused a major bottle neck. One of the derailed cars took out a silo that can be seen leaning precariously over the cut of cars. The crane has just arrived and a flurry of contractors are on site to get the problem fixed. The plant is basically shuttered because access for both rail and road is blocked.
As I sit on my bed at 9pm, I realize "Oh shit, I didn't take a picture today!" and so here is today amazing thoughtful picture.
I didn't really do anything today? Watched CSI: Miami, went to lunch with my sister & brother in law, target and had work.
Fun* Fact: I'm freaking out 24/7 and just very good at covering it up. Today is not one of those days, because I was for whatever reason tense and had the feeling of failure at work. It was the worst, I hate that feeling.
*It's not that fun.
(32 out of 365)
February 1st, 2017
We went out to try and watch the sunset even though it was cloudy and sprinkling (dur...it was his idea), and got stuck on the way there! We turned the corner and knew it wasn't a good idea, but I guess Brian thought he could gun his way through it. He eventually dug his way out. I was the lookout for reckless rednecks, which I'm sure we looked like.
Lyft and Uber drivers are probably the greatest hazards on the road today. I started snapping photos of all their bad behavior in downtown last week. Blowing stop signs, ignoring red lights, stopping in the middle of traffic to load and unload people, and almost constantly on their phones while driving. This bozo stopped on the trolley tracks, inside the gates. Either ran the red or entered the intersection before he could clear it on the other side. Likely fussing with his app instead of watching the road.
Illinois Pt (2) is now in the works and coming along quite well
I am also working on a special project.
For now enjoy these floods of iPhone and other none project photo’s.
I gave a lot of care to a lot of these concepts covered.
In my next post coming in a week or so I will try to explain the process behind the photo’s I post.
But for now? I’m tired as hell writing this and plan to copy it to both photo’s.
Just to be fully transparent.
This photo (Oops) and (I’m Very Sorry) we’re shot while I was in the city.
Oops Meaning- Coming Tomorrow.
Ë̷̞͎̘͈̰͍͚̼̮̏̇͑̌̉̃̆̀̓̂͘͝n̵̡̧̯̯̝̙͇̻͈͙̫͉̝͚̳͚͂̇̎̓̏̊̚j̸̨̧̤̼͇̺̱͚̤̯͇͍̯̗̰̭̒̽̈́̈̐̉͑͐̅͑̏̈́̏͊̑̒̑̆͆̇͂͌̚͘̚͜͠͠͝ờ̶̝̬͖̣̠̟̜̼̞̺͓̰̹͚̹̠͉͕̭͍̲͛͆̐̌̓͋́̔̃̊̊͗͐̓́͛̑͐̈̀͌̓́̏͘͜͝͠ͅy̷̢̡̛̙̙̫̦͍͉͕̙̮̲̘͍̦̳̩̖̝̤̩͈͎̪̣̟̫̓̃̒̉͐̂̉̓̀̆̋̿́͜͜͠ͅ ̸̡̧̭̝̤͎̹̜͈͍͔̰̗͓͊̀̏͐͐̎͆̿̔͠͠p̷̢̛̛̥̯͔̩͈̆͂͋̈̿́̒̑̽̓͋̀̿̉̇̑̃̽̌̄̃̀̎͆̊̀̈́͘͝͠l̸͎̙̱̈́̎́̿͋́͗͑̄͑̕ẽ̸̛̮̩̺̗̱̘̯̞̻̩͕̎̍̉̔́͋̐̆͗̒͊̀̑͗̍̄͌̒̈́̕̚̚͝͝͝͝͠ą̴̛̞͇͕̣͓̝̩̓̂̚̕͠s̴̟͓͚̥͍̙̆͗̿̅̀̀̌̄̐̏̌̾̋͂̀̓͋͆̎̐̈́̚͝͝ę̴̨̙̘̳̫̮̤̙̯̘̺̫͇̘̘̰͉͕͕͉̝̋̃̂̾̌͗͆̊̆͐̍̄́̀̚̕͜ͅ
Train Writings-
Mushrooms, glistening in the forest lights. Shroom caps against my nimble teeth. Taste bitter, with bark piercing my cheeks. Small blood build ups, my gums are raw. Cutting them open, gushing. Colors move in strange ways. I’m in love.
The burn of the wrists. Scratches not satisfying, bruises and nothing such more. Waking up, to the morning dew. Shroom cap still in my teeth. Nimble teeth slice open my body. The pain is euphoric.
The way she moves, how her hips sway. Biting lips, blood pressure. Imagine how good it would taste after this. Don’t be confused, we are hereby nothing more than bodies. A piece of me is lost. Finding it is easy. Wanting it is not.
The stem falls through my stomach, digested. My delusions, are you even here?
My biggest fear is being here too long, speaking too long, being too long. Doll me up, make me pretty. Lord knows I can’t without it.
Dancing in my blue lit room. All by myself, the air tastes different. The way I can control this, contort my body so that my rib cage pops out. Can you feel my presence? Stalking it in the back of the room, placing myself as far away as possible. The voice is loud, yet the words are so silent.
Comprehensive thoughts, compromise. Please compromise. Were not the only ones, I don’t deserve any piece of this. A peasant, a loser, a nobody. Meant to serve and not be served. To speak but not be heard. To walk, but not to leave a foot mark. Can you walk in the snow and leave no trace? How godly one can feel as nothing. Letting go of what I wanted. A child looking to be pleased. Foolish in my ways, run away when things get hard. I’m not grown, I’m not even a sprout. The way the ink feels against me, blossoms. So afraid of what I was. I might not be beautiful, full of grace, worthy even. But compromise. Please compromise.
When the blood leaks from my skull, don’t plug the hole. Don’t try to salvage what’s left, I put this show on for you. You didn’t even hurt me, as much as I will you. A last wish. To not be remembered as the innocent, but as the martyr. We both fear what they want, you're just strong enough to let it go. Compromise. Nothing is left, walk away, I’m not in pain. This is how I feel happiness. My purist way of trauma. I’ll love you through my death.
You shouldn’t have met me, don’t be scared. We’re young, you're young. I’ll be a tale to tell the next, a small insecurity after twenty years. I’ll be the one who escaped. The memory of what could have been. When your husband, or wife. Upsets you, I’ll be the man who makes you wonder what we would have been. The thought scares you, but it will comfort you in your sadness. A small imaginative journey to your past, the thought of my blood faded from you. Now you see the walks we took alongside the sidewalks. I never did you wrong, until I did you the worst. I wasn’t anything special, but now, I’m practically a legend.
Through death I will live. Through your memory I can’t die. Compromise. Put down the call, they won’t make it in time. Hold my dying hand. As I go limp. My eyes, fading with each spurt of blood leaving my body.
Don’t be afraid, it has been everything I ever wanted. Your everything I ever wanted, and it was still not enough.
Mirror in the subs, free rides to a passport, couldn’t even imagine leaving the country. Afraid of when I can’t understand, straight up fears in the sky, I move my soul out of my body into my control. The skin pierced but not on me. In fact not on anybody. Disposable in the way, back of the cart and anti. Gourmet options not offered to my mom. The tenants were treated like the owners. The owners being absent? Did not assist. Abandoned. There is no escape from the walls when they are covered in fours. There are no doors. You have to break the door. Deal with the scold and the consequences of your message. I seek control, no more pity, free from eyes. No judgment needed. Worldwide couldn’t it be. This ain’t nothing like yours.
B̶̠̓͊̍͝Ỷ̸̢̯̩̻̻͙͉͈̲̝̬̠̩̯͇͋̀̈̅̄͌̈̍̑͛͘͝Ę̸̢̲̻̫̰̠͖̤͚̗͙̙̳̀͂̏̓̿!̶̨͍̤̩͓̖͋͐͑
this is the kind of clumsy i am: i was loading boxes today and grabbed a particularly heavy one that suddenly popped open and collapsed and dropped out of my hands. of course, my hands were still moving forcefully upward, and i wound up clocking myself in the eye and cutting myself with the ring scanner.
ironically, when a follow-up trainer came into the trailer to talk to me later, i was awarded a safety token for practicing safe work methods. for doing something else. but i just thought it was funny.
This is one of my favorite pics because it is so darn funny. I had to do it.
Though, I don't know if I'm doing Clem justice.
For FGR group of the day Just Shots.
36/365
eta: because Sallie suggested it View On Black
Maria was the director of the previous photo, she helped me with the focus and framing. As she is Vivi's godchild, I had to capture this moment. x)
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A Maria foi a diretora da foto, me ajudou com o foco e enquadramento. Mas como ela é afilhada da Vivi, não pude deixar de capturar esse momento. x)
April 2008
This picture requires some explannation :)
I bought my first plane the other day, a Savoia S.21 Seaplane built by Mifune Thibaud of EB Aeronautica. Beautiful detail with moving ailerons, rudder, tail, working cockpit instrumentation, flightstick and other controls. It is an exact duplicate of one of the planes flown in Hayao Miyazaki's animated film, Porco Rosso. I became a great fan of Miyazaki's wonderful films after seeing his "Spirited Away" some years ago. Just an amazingly beautiful, imaginative and touching film. I have seen all his films now except one. If you have never seen any yet, you definitely should...not to be missed.
Before I bought this particular plane I demoed, at EB Aeronautica's airport, a Sopwith Camel, which was a British single seat fighter aircraft from WWI. I am so glad there were no onlookers at the airport when I did this, because they would have been laughing hysterically. The first try I never moved at all after accelerating the throttle but stood the plane on its nose with the engine racing full blast :) The second try, after figuring out that the forward arrow actually means "down" and the backward arrow means "up", based on the way an actual "stick" control would work on an airplane of this type, I finally got it off the ground, careening around crazily in the air, before crashing it in someone's back yard. Thankfully, no one was home :) On a third try, I was able to finally fly around a bit getting used to the controls although I lost my way in the process.
I then went back and bought the Savoia seaplane, for sentimental reasons being a Miyazaki fan, although I probably should have bought a plane with wheels for my first plane. The one I have actually wanted for quite some time now is AM Radio's beautiful plane, that was in the Wheat Field for awhile, but is no longer on display. His plane is based on a 1912 Blackburn Monoplane, and I really love his plane with all the wonderful detail he puts into everything. I hope someday it might become available.
Anyway, when you have bought a seaplane you need a place to fly it where there is water you can set it out on. I didn't realize this was going to be as much problem as it was, but I did finally find a place after some searching, and once I could figure out how to negotiate the tight squeeze between a huge aircraft carrier and a dock which I kept getting hung up on while taxiing out to open water, I finally figured out how to take off, and stay up in the air :) Those two RL flight lessons I had some years ago came into a play a bit in helping me have more control over the plane.
It was fun once I got the hang of it, but after awhile I realized I had no idea how to get back to the spot I started from. Perhaps if I had used the SL map I could have figured it out. I am not sure if that is what pilots in SL use for navigation. I have a lot to learn. But before I could figure out anything more right then, SL crashed while I was flying the plane. When I logged back in hours later, I never changed my location figuring I would just find myself at the bottom of the sea, but to my great surprise I found myself instead in the livingroom of my rental still in my plane, which was quite funny :)
Here are some details about this plane, for those who might be interested, from the builder, Mifune Thibaud's SL Exchange page:
"The E.B. Aeronautica Savoia S.21 is a semi-fictional seaplane racer, inspired by the wonderful drawings and art depicted in Hayao Miyazaki's animated film, PORCO ROSSO. This animated film was set in the time period of the 1920's - 1930's; this is widely considered to be the Golden Years of Aviation.
The seaplanes of Porco Rosso were inspired by the Schneider Cup seaplane races that occured between 1913 - 1931. Miyazaki's film also gives nod to the numerous successes of Italian Aviators and Italian aircraft manufactures of this time period.
The Savoia S.21 is actually more closely based on an Italian seaplane from another well known maker of the time, Macchi and their M.33 seaplane. The Macchi M.33 was a Schneider Cup racer that entered in 1925, but lost to the American's Curtiss R3C-2, piloted by Jimmy Doolittle. In the movie, two configurations of the aircraft were present: a 1 seat model with the engine of the Macchi M.33, and a subsequent 2 seat model with the race winning engine of the Macchi M.39, which went on to defeat the Americans in a later race. Miyazaki's S.21 also resembles a prototype seaplane by Savoia, the S.12, which was cancelled due to poor forward visibility due to the location of the cockpit in relation to the wing and overhead engine. This model is very faithful to Miyazaki's fictional seaplane, with virtually all of the features found in the movie available in this aircraft."