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Deep inside a secret mountain in Sweden lies the old gunpowder factory in complete darkness. It has big halls, offices, laboratory, tanks and machines slowly rusting apart. The factory secretly produced gunpowder used in ammunition for the Swedish military from 1940 to 1945.
Epic urbex weekend with OlavXO and Juha H.
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LEBANON, OHIO—Apollo 11 mission commander and famed astronaut Neil Armstrong shocked reporters at a press conference 8/31/2009, announcing he had been convinced that his historic first step on the moon was part of an elaborate hoax orchestrated by the United States government.
Read more!!
www.theonion.com/conspiracy-theorist-convinces-neil-armst...
”We’re Here!”: today visiting The LUNARtics
My moon shot courtesy of NASA, the originators of the greatest fake news of all time!
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SUNRISE - Public Beach - Atlantic Ocean Inlet
Saint Augustine, Florida U.S.A. - July 4th, 2024
----------Independence Day 2024----------U.S.A.!
A few weeks before the Olympics in France - Human Interest
(a local was beautifully orchestrating a 6:30 AM photo shoot)
Vilano Beach - Atlantic Ocean - First Light - pinkish - 7/4/24
Choppy Sea - Sunrise Drama at the Inlet - Summer 2024
4th of July Holiday - Northern Florida - The Treasure Coast
*[left-double-click for a closer-look - a very cool beach-studio!]
*[Patriotic! - two models - dramatic-dawn - lights - flags - boots!]
*[inlet jetty - dramatic dawn light - jetty rocks - pools reflections]
*[Atlantic Ocean - warm-morning-light - very active ocean-inlet]
*[Start of the Day - Gorgeous Day - Independance Day 2024]
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matanzas_River
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MuCEM + Fort Saint-Jean, Marseille, France - 2013 -Architects: Rudy Ricciotti and C+T architecture
Views, sea, sun, a mineral quality, which all must be orchestrated by a program that will become federal and cognitive. First of all a perfect square of 72 m per side, it is a classic plan, Latin, under the control of Pythagoras. Within this square, another of 52 m per side, comprising the exhibition and conference halls identified as the heart of the museum.
Around, above and below are the service areas. But between these areas and the heart, openings entirely bypass the central square and form interconnected spaces. More interested by the views of the fort, the sea or the port, the culturally overwhelmed visitor will choose this route. Along two interlacing ramps, he will then plunge into the imaginary of the tower of Babel or of a ziggurat in order to climb up to the rooftop and on to Fort Saint- Jean. This peripheral loop will be a free breathe, enveloped by the smells of the sea from the proximity to the moats, a pause to dispel any lingering doubts about the use of the history of our civilizations. The MuCEM will be a vertical Casbah.
The tectonic choice of an exceptional concrete coming from the latest research by French industry, reducing the dimensions to little more than skin and bones, will affirm a mineral script under the high ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean. This sole material in the colour of dust, matt, crushed by the light, distant from the brilliance and technological consumerism, will commend the dense and the delicate. The MuCEM sees itself evanescent in a landscape of stone and Orientalist through its fanning shadows.
Twenty-five brand new Enviro 400 MMC vehicles will enter traffic at Folkestone and Hastings on the Wave group of routes on Monday 5th December prompting a carefully orchestrated cascade the same weekend will allow the withdrawal of all non-DDA fleet members meaning the end of the use of the former Manchester Magicbus Tridents.
Pictured here in its last few weeks in service and wearing slightly more of its former "Magic bus" logos than other members transferred south, Stagecoach South East 17656 V156 DFT is seen parked up at Dover Pencester Road shortly before working route 89 to Canterbury. Saturday 19th November 2016.
Dennis Trident - Alexander ALX400 (Ex-Stagecoach Manchester - Magicbus)
Pig factory
In a world cloaked in shadows, humanity danced unwittingly to a macabre tune, treated as livestock in a grand, nefarious spectacle. Raised and fattened like cattle, the masses were unwitting participants in a twisted drama, their destinies entwined with a dark purpose.
The puppeteers, hidden in the recesses of power, treated the people as mere commodities, exploiting them like poor pigs in a relentless cycle of exploitation. The masses moved through life in an orchestrated rhythm, oblivious to the grand theater that played out behind the scenes.
The stage was set for a grand feast, and humanity, the unwitting performers, played their roles without understanding the looming fate that awaited them. Each life, a fleeting moment, was a link in a chain of consumption, a resource to be exploited.
In the shadows, the puppeteers reveled in the feast of control, manipulating the destinies of the unsuspecting, orchestrating their lives towards an inevitable climax. The grim truth hung in the air like a heavy fog, a sinister revelation of humanity treated like cattle, raised for sacrifice and consumption in the theater of the unseen.
by me
Ink, charcoal, graphite pencils and gouache on mulberry paper 30x30cm.
Twenty-five brand new Enviro 400 MMC vehicles will enter traffic at Folkestone and Hastings on the Wave group of routes on Monday 5th December prompting a carefully orchestrated cascade the same weekend will allow the withdrawal of all non-DDA fleet members meaning the end of the use of the former Manchester Magicbus Tridents.
Pictured here in its last few weeks in service and wearing slightly more of its former "Magic bus" logos than other members transferred south, Stagecoach South East 17656 V156 DFT is seen turning out of St Johns Road and into Milner Road, Elvington whilst working route 89. Saturday 19th November 2016.
Dennis Trident - Alexander ALX400 (Ex-Stagecoach Manchester - Magicbus)
Great to down to these quarry caves again. Set up this shot with Phill orchestrating the lighting with the laser and some good old backlight and a smoke pellet. All rounded off with Phill on the LACE backlight Scanner. Actually all I did was stand there Oh and set my camera up, but Phill pushed the shutter. hahaa twas a great night topped of with a cuppa or two.
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SUNRISE - Public Beach - Atlantic Ocean Inlet
Saint Augustine, Florida U.S.A. - July 4th, 2024
Saint Augustine Lighthouse - Summer 2024
----------Independence Day 2024----------U.S.A.!
A few weeks before the Olympics in France - Human Interest
(a local was beautifully orchestrating a 6:30 AM photo shoot)
Vilano Beach - Atlantic Ocean - First Light - pinkish - 7/4/24
Choppy Sea - Sunrise Drama at the Inlet - Summer 2024
4th of July Holiday - Northern Florida - The Treasure Coast
*[left-double-click for a closer-look - a very cool beach-studio!]
*[Patriotic! - two models - dramatic-dawn - lights - flags - boots!]
*[inlet jetty - dramatic dawn light - jetty rocks - pools reflections]
*[Atlantic Ocean - warm-morning-light - very active ocean-inlet]
*[Start of the Day - Gorgeous Day - Independance Day 2024]
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en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_of_Lions
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bascule_bridge
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._augustine_florida
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matanzas_River
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castillo_de_San_Marcos
Took a stroll through the Buddha Tooth Temple near my office where a very large ceremony was taking place. Snapped a few discreet shots of the monk who was orchestrating the ceremony. I find myself easily mesmerized by the beautiful and mysterious music performed in the various temples and shrines throughout the city.
On Sunday 23 July, members of the Tamil diaspora community gathered opposite 10 Downing Street, London, to commemorate the beginning of the anti-Tamil pogroms in Sri Lanka forty years ago in 1983. During the course of a single week, as many as 5,000 Sri Lankan Tamils were killed and 150,000 more ethnically cleansed.
After independence in 1948, Tamils, who constituted around 25% of the Sri Lankan population were increasingly subjected to restrictions on the Tamil language and increasingly discriminated against in access to university education and employment. As demands for an independent homeland in Tamil majority areas grew, on 23 July the Tamil rebel group, "Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam," ambushed a Sri Lankan army unit, killing 13 soldiers.
In response, the governing United National Party orchestrated a pogrom starting the same day using electoral roll information to locate vulnerable Tamil families. According to a display at Sunday's meeting, attacks that day were targeted on Tamil properties and Tamils in Vehicles who "were stopped to be beaten or killed," while other Tamils faced extrajudicial executions by soldiers and Tamil detainees in prisons were brutally murdered.
Quickly the violence escalated, with the government doing nothing to prevent Sinhalese rioters taking the law into their own hands. During the following week mobs attacked, burned and looted Tamil communities, killing as many as 5,000 and making 150,000 homeless. The Economist reported that "for days the soldiers and policemen were not overwhelmed; they were unengaged or, in some cases, apparently abetting the attackers. Numerous eyewitnesses attest that soldiers and policemen stood by while Colombo burned."
However, the violence against Sri Lanka's population did not end with the Black July pogroms. Between 1983 and 2009, the country was plunged into a devastating civil war, with the United Nations documenting wide-scale war crimes committed by government forces, who continued to receive arms from the British government while British SAS officers, "under the auspices of the private firm of Keeny Meeny Services (KMS) were instrumental in training Sri Lankan troops in counterterrorism and counterinsurgency techniques'', according to Global Security. [1]
Similarly, according to a report in Asia Times, "British pilots were (allegedly) seen flying helicopter gunships and airplanes to bombard and attack innocent Tamil civilians in the Northern Province, especially on the Jaffna peninsula. These British mercenaries were paid a monthly salary of around 2,500 British pounds per person and other fringe benefits...." [2]
An estimated 40,000 Sri Lankans were killed during the 1980s by British armed and trained Sri Lankan security forces, the latter often being a polite technical term for death squads.[3] The supply of weapons however continued, even under Tony Blair's Labour Government.
In 2001, according to the Foreign Office's own report, the British government exported £15.5 million worth of military equipment to Sri Lanka, including "components for sniper rifles... equipment for the use of weapon night sights, flash suppressors, grenade launchers, gun mountings, illuminators, laser range finders, military aero engines... small arms ammunition, sniper rifles... (and) stun grenades."
A recent report by the UN High Commissioner on human rights for Sri Lanka on 25 February 2022, "documents discrimination against religious and ethnic minorities and security forces' targeting of civil society groups, while accountability for past abuses has been blocked." According to Human Rights Watch it shows "the rights situation (in Sri Lanka) in alarming decline and contradicts government claims of improvement."
www.hrw.org/news/2022/03/03/sri-lanka-un-report-describes...
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Footnotes
1. Global Security cited in T. J. Coles, "Britain's Secret Wars," Clairview Books, 2016, p. 97
2. K. T. Rajasingham, "Sri Lanka: The Untold Story," Asia Times, 26 October 2001.
3. T. J. Coles, Op. Cit, p 98.
A Great Egret (Ardea alba) takes to flight as if orchestrating a choir. These birds are large, white, patient and graceful. Fish are their mainstay diet, but often will dine on amphibians, reptiles and even mice. In the 19th century, due to plume hunters satisfying the fashion trade, their population plummeted by over 90 percent. Today, they represent conservation and their numbers are increasing. The Great Egret is the symbol of the National Audubon Society. If you study this print closely, you can see a few water droplets falling from the tips of the feathers. Hope you enjoy. Comments welcome.
This is not cropped.
Location: Lake Conway, Conway, Arkansas. January, 2015.
Photo # KS6_7204bw2.
(c) Kelly Shipp Photography.
The deer kept surprising me with beautifully orchestrated motion...this was one of my favourites. This is at Lynde Shores Conservation Area close to Whitby, ON.
This view is from the rooms above the tavern looking at city hall. The City Tavern in Alexandria, Virginia is now called Gadsby’s Tavern Restaurant is where multiple early American presidents stayed, ate and networked starting with George Washington. Those presidents were George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and James Monroe. I have read that Madison more or less set up an office here and orchestrated the Constitutional Convention, inviting delegates and taking notes. While Alexander Hamilton is often credited with much of the writing of the Constitution, Madison was very much the organizer, secretary and diarist/ record keeper who instigated the convention. I guess you could say we visited “the room where it (the planning) happened.
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Introduction
Best Gospel Song | How Great Is Our God | "How God Rules Over All Things"
From the moment you come crying into this world,
you begin to perform your duty.
In the plan and ordination of God, you assume your role,
and begin the journey of life.
Whatever your background or the journey ahead of you,
none can escape the orchestration and arrangement that Heaven has in store,
and none are in control of their destiny,
for only He who rules over all things is capable of such work.
Since the day man came into existence,
God has been steady in His work,
managing this universe and directing the change and movement of all things.
Like all things, man quietly and unknowingly
receives
the nourishment of the sweetness and rain and dew from God.
Like all things, man unknowingly lives under the orchestration of God’s hand.
The heart and spirit of man are held in the hand of God,
and all the life of man is beheld in the eyes of God.
Regardless of whether or not you believe this,
any and all things, living or dead,
will shift, change, renew, and disappear according to God’s thoughts.
This is how God rules over all things.
from The Word Appears in the Flesh
Eastern Lightning, The Church of Almighty God was created because of the appearance and work of Almighty God, the second coming of the Lord Jesus, Christ of the last days. It is made up of all those who accept Almighty God's work in the last days and are conquered and saved by His words. It was entirely founded by Almighty God personally and is led by Him as the Shepherd. It was definitely not created by a person. Christ is the truth, the way, and the life. God's sheep hear God's voice. As long as you read the words of Almighty God, you will see God has appeared.
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Line. Lock. Switch set. Ruby light string. One orb illuminates emerald green. And a second. High green on main 1. Repeat. Main 2. Iron steeds tiptoe in the background, carload after sooty carload, pellet by pellet, dollar by carbon clad dollar drops into the coffers of another aluminum drop bottom. Power grid. Infrastructure. Vital link. Two rail giants collide head to head. Buckets in. Buckets out. Rinse, repeat. Like a puppeteer, softly nugging, coaxing, tensing strings; a three way meet is executed with the streamlined precision and abject concentration of a chamber orchestra falling in line under the guiding hands of a seasoned conductor. Powder. River. Basin. Black Gold. Lifeline.
beneath the architectural ballet of hangover's airport, a constellation of ceiling lights casts a geometric dance of shadows and illumination. here, the interplay of light and dark sketches a silent symphony upon the surface, each bulb a soloist in an orchestrated performance of brilliance and contrast. the design, both purposeful and aesthetic, captures the eye, inviting travelers to pause and look upward, to find artistry in the mundane, a moment of beauty amidst the bustle of transit.
SUNRISE - Public Beach - Atlantic Ocean Inlet
Saint Augustine, Florida U.S.A. - July 4th, 2024
Saint Augustine Lighthouse - Summer 2024
----------Independence Day 2024----------U.S.A.!
A few weeks before the Olympics in France - Human Interest
(a local was beautifully orchestrating a 6:30 AM photo shoot)
Vilano Beach - Atlantic Ocean - First Light - pinkish - 7/4/24
Choppy Sea - Sunrise Drama at the Inlet - Summer 2024
4th of July Holiday - Northern Florida - The Treasure Coast
*[left-click for a closer-look - a very cool beach-studio! - pelicans!]
*[Patriotic! - two models - dramatic-dawn - lights - flags - boots!]
*[inlet jetty - dramatic dawn light - jetty rocks - pools reflections]
*[Atlantic Ocean - warm-morning-light - very active ocean-inlet]
*[Start of the Day - Gorgeous Day - Independance Day 2024]
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Augustine_Light
factoidz.com/beautiful-lighthouses-in-florida-are-great-t...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_of_Lions
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bascule_bridge
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._augustine_florida
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matanzas_River
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castillo_de_San_Marcos
One of originally seven large aluminum plates on which are mounted the digitized images of the reverse
side of Indian Act. Red thread unites them, recalling the link between all things. Seven—for the seven sacred teachings whose principles focus on harmony rather than individualism. Or for the generations before and after us. On these black plates that melt into the surrounding space, white thread materializes the beaders’ impassive gestures. The marks are the signs of a primordial language, of words yet unspoken. It lets out an orchestrated whisper of voices chanting the scars’ written secrets. They are the sound and breath needed to exult.
Though Mankind Has Been Corrupted, He Still Lives Under the Sovereignty of the Creator’s Authority
Mankind is still ruled and orchestrated by God, and still lives within the course set out by God, and so in the eyes of God, mankind, who has been corrupted by Satan, is merely covered in grime, with a rumbling tummy, with reactions that are a little slow, a memory that’s not as good as it used to be, and of a slightly older age—but all the functions and instincts of man are completely undamaged. This is the mankind that God intends to save. This mankind has but to hear the call of the Creator, and hear the voice of the Creator, and he will stand up and rush to locate the source of this voice. This mankind has but to see the figure of the Creator and he will become heedless of all else, and forsake everything, in order to devote himself to God, and will even lay down his life for Him. When the heart of mankind understands the heartfelt words of the Creator, mankind will reject Satan and come to the side of the Creator; when mankind has completely washed the dirt from his body, and has once more received the provision and nourishment of the Creator, then the memory of mankind will be restored, and at this time mankind will have truly returned to the dominion of the Creator.
Cusworth Hall is an 18th-century Grade I listed country house in Cusworth, near Doncaster, South Yorkshire in the north of England. Set in the landscaped parklands of Cusworth Park, Cusworth Hall is a good example of a Georgian country house. It is now a country house museum.
The house is constructed of ashlar with slate roofs. The rectangular 6 x 5 bay plan main block is linked to 5 x 2 bay service wings.
The Wrightson family had held the lordship of Cusworth since 1669.
The present house was built in 1740–1745 by George Platt for William Wrightson to replace a previous house and was further altered in 1749–1753 by James Paine. On William's death in 1760 the property passed to his daughter Isabella, who had married John Battie, who took the additional name of Wrightson in 1766. He employed the landscape designer Richard Woods to remodel the park. Woods was one of a group of respected landscape designers working across the country during the 18th century and Cusworth was one of his most important commissions in South Yorkshire, another being at Cannon Hall. Woods created a park of 250 acres with a hanging and a serpentine river consisting of three lakes embellished with decorative features such as the Rock Arch and the Cascade.
The estate afterwards passed to John and Isabella's son, William Wrightson (1752–1827), who was the MP for Aylesbury from 1784 to 1790 and High Sheriff of Yorkshire for 1819–1820. He was succeeded by his son William Battie-Wrightson (1789–1879), who at various times was MP for East Retford, Kingston upon Hull and Northallerton. He died childless and Cusworth Hall passed to his brother Richard Heber Wrightson, who died in 1891.
The property was then inherited by his nephew William Henry Thomas, who took the surname Battie-Wrightson by Royal Licence and died in 1903. He had married Lady Isabella Cecil, eldest daughter of the 3rd Marquess of Exeter. Between 1903 and 1909 Lady Isabella made further alterations to the house. She died in 1917, leaving an only son Robert Cecil Battie-Wrightson (1888–1952). On his death in 1952, the estate descended to his sister, a nurse who had married a Major Oswald Parker but later was variously known as Miss Maureen Pearse-Brown and as Mrs Pearce. She was obliged to sell the contents of Cusworth Hall in October 1952 to meet the death duties levied at Robert Cecil's death. She subsequently sold the hall to Doncaster Council.
Cusworth Estate Cusworth was first mentioned as ‘Cuzeuuorde’ in the domesday survey of 1086 but there has been a settlement here for centuries dating back to the Anglo-Saxon period. Many different families had held the lands and manor but they did not always live at Cusworth.
‘Old Hall’ A large house is first mentioned in 1327. Robert Wrightson bought the lands and manor of Cusworth in 1669 from Sir Christopher Wray. The first surviving map of Cusworth is that of Joseph Dickinson's 1719 plan which shows the hall and gardens covered only 1 acre with the orchards a further 2 acres. What is most significant at this time was the ‘Parke’ of some 25 acres. The ‘Old Hall’ was next to the walled gardens in the centre of Cusworth village. In 1726 the ‘Old Hall’ was expanded including altering the gardens between 1726 and 1735. This expanded the kitchen garden into the size and form we know today with the Bowling Green and Pavilion.
In the period 1740–1745 William Wrightson employed George Platt, a mason architect from Rotherham, to build a new hall – the current Cusworth Hall – high on a scarp slope on the Magnesian Limestone removing the Hall, and the family, from the village of Cusworth. The ‘Old Hall’ was largely demolished in the process, many components from the old building re-used in the new.
Cusworth Hall Cusworth Hall itself and its outbuildings are at the centre of the park enjoying ‘prospect’ over the town of Doncaster. The Grade I-listed eighteenth century hall was designed by George Platt in the Palladian style. Cusworth Hall is handsome, well proportioned, with wings consisting of a stable block and great kitchen. Later additions by James Paine include a chapel and library. It has decorative outbuildings including a Brew House, Stable Block and Lodge. In addition it has a decorative garden called Lady Isabella's Garden on the west side adjacent to the chapel. On its eastern flank the stable block and gardeners' bothy. Attached to the bothy is a decorative iron enclosure known as the Peacock Pen.
Cusworth Park Cusworth Park is an historic designed landscape with a Grade II listing in the English Heritage Register of Parks and Gardens. It was designed and created by the nationally known landscape architect Richard Woods to ‘improve’ the park in the style made famous by Lancelot ‘Capability’ Brown now termed ‘The English Landscape Park’. Work started in 1761 laying out the ‘grounds and the serpentine river’.
The land forming the existing park is 60 acres (25 hectares) – 250,000m, and was part of the much larger parkland (250 acres) and estates (20,000 acres) of the Battie-Wrightson family who owned Cusworth Hall.
The walled garden The earliest description of the layout of the park and walled gardens is that shown on Joseph Dickinson's 1719 plan. In 1761 Richard Woods altered areas within the walled gardens. Together ‘woods’ Kitchen Garden and Green House Garden occupy the site of the orchard shown on Dickinson's plan.
The purchase of bricks from Epworth for the construction of the walled gardens is recorded in the New House Accounts.
The garden was a compartmentalised space, however with focus on domestic production in some sections, exotics in another, an orchard, and formal flower gardens in the rest.
The kitchen gardens included pine pits (pineapple house), later to become stove houses and mushroom houses.
The Entrance Terrace (Upper Terrace) Old plans show a narrow walled enclosure or ‘entrance terrace' running east–west. The walls of this enclosure may well have been of stone or stoned faced and still, in part survives. To the south are the main components of the walled garden. Access from the terrace down to the bowling green is via a flight of stone steps.
Bowling Green Described on Richard Woods plans of 1760. This is a roughly square, walled enclosure where the bowling green is surrounded by an earthed banked terraced walk. The enclosure is defined by a brick wall, which was lowered along its western side to give a view over to the Green House Garden.
Summerhouse / Bowling Pavilion Built 1726. The summerhouse is the main architectural feature of the walled garden. It is of two stories with the upper storey accessed from the Bowling Green. There is an impression of more carefully shaped quoins at the corners but it is probable that the walls were originally rendered and lime washed externally. There are windows giving views across the Bowling Green from the upper chamber and across the Flower Garden from the lower chamber.
During restoration in the 1990s the upper chamber was decorated with Trompe-l'œil. showing views of imagined walled gardens at Cusworth.
Flower Garden The garden was designed to be viewed principally from the higher position of the bowling green. It was subdivided by cross-paths and furnished with four formal beds. Although one of the smallest compartments, the flower garden was the most highly ornamental and tightly designed. It would have created a formal, colourful architectural space contrasting with the simplicity of the bowling green
Hall Garden The function of the Hall Garden is not clear but appears to have been an extension of the decorative scheme of the flower garden. The Hall Garden has a perimeter walk and is then divided into two plots by a further, central path.
Peach House This whitewash wall indicates the position of the peach house.
Melon Pits Melon pits ran east–west along this area.
Orchard Through the 18th century the orchard was not enclosed and remained open until the late 19th century. It was double its current size extending back up to Cusworth Lane until the northern half was sold off for housing in the 1960s.
Kitchen Garden (No longer existing) The west, south and this east boundary wall(s) of the garden still exist but the plot of land was sold off for housing in the 1960s. There was an access gate between the Hall Garden and the kitchen garden (this can be seen bricked up in the northwest corner). This garden had a perimeter walk and was planted with trees arranged in parallel lines orchestrated around a small building at the northern end of the compartment.
Green House Garden (No longer existing) The kitchen garden represents the greater part of the area occupied by the original orchard shown on Dickinson's 1719 plan. The remaining area was described on Woods’ plan as the Green House Garden and was shown divided into two unequal parts. Both parts of the garden appear to have been planted with trees, probably fruit trees. A building abuts the bowling green in roughly the position as the one shown on the Dickinson plan but there is an additional building, roughly square in plan, to the northwest corner of the enclosure. This was probably the Dovecote for which Wrightson paid £9 15s 0d in 1736.
The west boundary wall still exists and this low (east) wall that runs along the length of the bowling green but the plot of land was sold off for housing in the 1960s.
In 1961 Doncaster Rural District Council purchased Cusworth Hall and the adjoining parkland from the Battie-Wrightson family. The Council undertook an initial restoration of the grounds and also recreated what is now the tearooms within the former stable block. The former reception rooms and spacious galleries now house the Museum of South Yorkshire life, officially opened on 30 September 1967.
Cusworth Hall and Park underwent an extensive £7.5 million renovation between 2002 and 2005, involving essential conservation repairs to the Hall and extensive restoration of the landscape gardens. Within the hall external repairs to the stonework and roof were undertaken to ensure that the exterior was watertight, whilst internal works upgraded internal services and enabled new displays to be installed.
The restoration of the designed landscape have been greatly influenced by a comprehensive analysis of available archive material, among which are the original written memoranda and sketches produced by Richard Woods for his site forman Thomas Coalie. An integrated archaeological programme also formed a key aspect of the restorations, recording in detail landscape features such as the Rock Arch, Cascade, and Bridge. This restoration has not 'recreated' the 18th century scheme, although elements are still incorporated within a 'living' amenity garden that is now thriving as a result of the recent work undertaken in partnership with the Friends of Cusworth Park.
The Hall reopened to the public on 23 May 2007 and the new displays document the history of South Yorkshire and it is a valued resource for local residents, students and school groups alike.
Cusworth Hall Museum and Park is the venue for a varied program of seasonal exhibitions, events and activities linked to the history of the area. including Country Fairs, vintage vehicle rallies, historic re-enactments, wildlife sessions and a range of seasonally themed events. A free, weekly, 5 km parkrun takes place every Saturday at 9 am in the grounds of Cusworth Hall. The first event was held on Saturday 5 October 2019 and was hosted by the staff at Cusworth in collaboration with the local community.
Additionally, Doncaster Museums' Education Service offers a range of learning sessions to schools and educational establishments. Specialist and experienced Education Officers deliver learning workshops to schools across a broad range of topics as well as out-of-school-hours activities for families and local communities.
Memorial tablet dedicated to the life of Captain Hugh Bernard Montgomery, Greyabbey County Down. He joined the Guards before his twenty first birthday, was injured at the Battle of Nive and again at Waterloo only to die at the age of twenty six after the war presumably as a result of his war injuries? I'm sure he would have some tales to tell having lived through such a tumultuous time in European history.. Captain Hugh Montgomery was a direct descendant of Sir Hugh Montgomery, who with fellow Ayrshire Scot Sir James Hamilton, orchestrated the plantation of Ulster in 1606.
An excellent day out at the Somerset and Dorset Railway at Midsomer Norton, for a photo charter with visiting Ivatt tank 41312. I understand that this was the first time an Ivatt has visited the S&D since 1966. The loco is present for a gala.
Many thanks to Martin Creese and the 30742 Charters team for the day, especially the orchestration of loco runpasts to match the breaks in the cloud.
SUNRISE - Public Beach - Atlantic Ocean Inlet
Saint Augustine, Florida U.S.A. - July 4th, 2024
----------Independence Day 2024----------U.S.A.!
A few weeks before the Olympics in France - Human Interest
(a local was beautifully orchestrating a 6:30 AM photo shoot)
Vilano Beach - Atlantic Ocean - First Light - pelican - 7/4/24
Choppy Sea - Sunrise Drama at the Inlet - Summer 2024
4th of July Holiday - Northern Florida - The Treasure Coast
*[left-click for a closer-look - Patriotic! - model - dramatic-dawn]
*[inlet jetty - dramatic dawn light - jetty rocks - pools reflections]
*[Atlantic Ocean - warm-morning-light - very active ocean-inlet]
*[Start of the Day - Gorgeous Day - Independance Day 2024]
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Augustine_Light
factoidz.com/beautiful-lighthouses-in-florida-are-great-t...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_of_Lions
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bascule_bridge
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._augustine_florida
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matanzas_River
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castillo_de_San_Marcos
I will assume that it is the males who have the longer necks in this species (that is certainly true of the African varieties of some Attelabidae, the so-called "Giraffe Weevils"). That being the case, I see way more females than males locally.
See comments for female image (presumably)…..
Q: But why the long neck?
A: The leaf-rolling weevils are admirably evolved to perform their family-building activities. Inside their meticulously rolled leaf are their eggs which, when they hatch, will have their first meal directly from the leaf that harbors them.
The leaves are rolled by a pair of beetles without use of silk or adhesives but through a carefully orchestrated series of cuts, crimps and creases enabled by their overdeveloped necks….
See comments for an image of their origami nurseries…..
Pu'er, Yunnan, China
My Tumblr blog, SINOBUG, features photo series and images from my portfolio of Chinese insects and spiders……
Symphony of the Heart
Im hearing a new music than before
two orchestrations of amorous sounds
once alone, a single violin string
plucked by my love, two hearts sing...
Year: Years after Battle of Jakku
Timeline: Weeks after Coruscant's riots
Planet: Dantooine, Mid-day
Mission: Eradication of the "Survivors", rendezvous to secret coordinates
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Male Rebel 1: Hold the line men!
Rodian Rebel: I can't get a clear shot!
Male Rebel 2: Where in blazes did they come from anyhow?!
Mon Cala Rebel: Less yapping, more blas--AH!
Before the leading rebel soldier could even finish his sentence, a single blaster shot from the battlefield in front of them came and struck the man's head dead on, instantly taking him out. One of the other rebels looked up to the platform at their dead officer in utter shock.
Male Rebel 2: Sarge!
Male Rebel 3: Forget him, John! He's already dead!
Rodian Rebel: Yeah, and we'll be soon if we stay here any longer!
John, one of the rebel soldiers, stared down at his dead officer, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. He turned his head and looked a little over the makeshift barricade he was hiding behind, watching as both sides of the battlefield was filled with laser fire as some of them ricocheted or collided with either the equipment around them...or someone else. The enemy that was attacking them had come out of nowhere, fully unannounced and catching them all off guard.
Earlier, there were many of them continuing on with their assignments. But now, there was just but a handful of them left to defend. The enemy was very orchestrated, outright professionals as they about knew all about war strategy. Was it pirates? Criminals? Maybe mercenaries that were hired for a paid job? Or could it have been...no, no it couldn't. If it was, then how the dank farrek did they find their location? It made no sense!
John shook his head ever so slightly as he raised his blaster rifle again, taking random shots towards where the enemy blaster fire was coming from. But it wasn't really doing them all any good. The enemy had dug in deep, camping out in the tall and dense trees before them, making it almost impossible to see from a good mile distance. Whoever was in charge really knew what he or she was doing.
Rodian Rebel: Oh crap...TAKE COVER!!!
Almost immediately, just as the rebel's words left his mouth, the sound of a missile was quickly heard coming right towards them. John's eyes widen in response, and rushed to try and dodge the incoming explosion that would soon engulf them all. But it was too little, too late. As he rose from his feet, John and the rest of his team were hit by the enemy missile, creating a large yellow and orange explosion before them. It sent John flying backwards, crashing onto the platform with a loud smack as the pain from both the fall and explosion immediately caught up to him.
Groaning, he slowly lifted himself up on his elbows, looking around him as he sees the damage they had taken; fire, smoke and damage items littered across the platform before him. What he didn't realize quickly enough was that the blaster bolts and firing sounds had at last ceased. He looked around and started calling out to his team.
John: Henry?! Vosz?! Anyone?!?
Before John could process what had all transpired, the sound of footsteps clanking on the metal flooring was heard as multiple individuals came towards the injured man. His eyes widen as he saw his enemies, the ones that he wished he didn't have to see ever again.
Imperial stormtroopers.
With another groan, he tried to get back up in order to once again defend himself. But because of how injured he was, he was pretty much stuck in his current position.
Imperial 1: Looks like we got a live one, team.
Imperial 2: Huh...could have sworn that my shot was accurate enough...
Imperial 3: It was, One-Eye. How this rebel survived is beyond me.
One-Eye: Well that's no fun...Commander, sir! We have a survivor.
???: Is that so?
John and the Imperial soldiers turned their attentions to another soldier who, like the rest of them, wore black stormtrooper type armor with a small cape and vizor on his helmet. The man walked up to them all, but not once taking his gaze away from the beaten rebel before him as John became a bit nervous of their leader. The soldier kneeled down in front of him, still staring straight at the man.
Imperial Leader: I'll admit, this is quite a surprise. Usually, when a missile explodes, it's suppose to wipe everyone out. But I guess you got to live to tell the tale...
John: I-I'm not afraid of you, bucket head!
Imperial Leader: Oh don't worry. We always make sure that our targets are afraid. Guiser?
Guiser: With pleasure, sir.
Flicking his right arm, a half foot metal rod appeared right out of the wrist contraption, electrical currents running around the rod as it gave out a snapping noise every second or so. John's eyes widen as he saw the electric baton, his fears ever so growing when Guiser slowly approached him, readying his torture weapon against the frightening man. The imperial leader looked back to the rebel.
Imperial Leader: Now, rebel scum...where is the location of your hidden base?
John: I-I'm not tellin' you anything!
Imperial Leader: Wrong answer.
And just like that, Guiser jabs his electric baton into the rebel's side, electricity coursing through the man's body as he screamed from the unbearable pain. After a few more moments of torture, Guiser pulls away the rod causing John to finally breath, taking in large amounts of gasping air after screaming his lungs out. The imperial leader asked him once again.
Imperial Leader: Let's try this again. We know that your so-called "Survivors" were the ones that attacked multiple key planets of the Empire, and we know that Zach and his small band are hiding close by. So here is what's going to happen; you are gonna give me the location of your rebel "survivors", and I will let you live with the clothes on your back. But if you don't, well...you already know what the cost is.
John: *Stares nervously*...
Imperial Leader: So one last time; where is the location of your hidden rebel base?
John: ...
The imperial leader stared down at the man before giving a small sigh of disappointment. He ushers to One-Eye who complies with a nod as he raises his blaster at the fallen soldier. But before the trigger could be pulled, John quickly speaks up.
John: All right, all right! You win!
The imperial leader signals One-Eye to hold fire, much to the black soldier's utter disappointment.
John: There's two hidden bases; a group called Ryder Squadron is located on Corellia, and the rest are on a gas planet called Vrogas Vas. That's all I know, I swear!
Imperial Leader: Really? Hm...well then, survivor. Looks like you get to live another day.
John sighs in relief as the imperial leader rises to his feet and begins to walk away from him. However, he halts and stands next to One-Eye,turning towards the fallen rebel on the ground, who looks at him with now a confused look.
Imp Leader: The Empire thanks you for your cooperation...
BANG!
Before anyone could determine what he meant, a sudden blaster shot soared through the rebel's chest, piercing right through him. John began to gasp for air suddenly before collapsing to the ground dead, his eyes still opened wide as his last expression was utter shock. Guiser and the other black trooper looked to their leader and One-Eye, where they saw smoke coming from One-Eye's blaster. They could already tell that he had done the deed, much to his enjoyment no doubt.
Imperial Leader: Search the area for any survivors! If there is anyone still alive, execute them!
All: Yes sir!
As the black troopers began their search through the aftermath of the battle, the imperial leader pulls out a hologram disk from his pocket as it immediately reveals a small hologram silhouette before.
Imperial Leader: Warlod Zadian, we successfully decimated the rebel outpost on Dantooine, and the rebels have all been executed.
Warlord Zadian: Excellent work, Commander. Moff Radine will be very pleased with this. Were you able to recover any information about the whereabouts of their base?
Imp Leader: Not necessarily. However, one of them were kind enough to give us two locations of other bases. One group called Ryder Squadron are located on Corellia, while another is on Vrogas Vas.
Warlord Zadian: Most interesting. To think that these rebels would set up a base on Corellia of all places...
Imperial Leader: Shall I coordinate an attack on Corellia then, Warlord?
Warlord Zadian: Not this time, Commander. We'll send a team to Corellia to make sure if this is true or not. I want you and Cloak Armada to go to Vrogas Vas to find out if there is still a hidden base on the planet surface.
Imperial Leader: It will be done, Warlord Zadian.
Warlord Zadian: I am confident that you will succeed once again on your assignment, Commander Throte. The Empire will need people like you in the new order. Long live the Empire...
Commander Throte: Long live the Empire.
Deactivating the hologram and placing the device back into his belt pocket, pulls out a long blade from the back, and makes his way towards his team as the sound of a few blaster shots are heard coming from their weapons as they executed all and any surviving rebel soldiers. He and Cloak Armada had a lot of work to do...
And this was just the beginning...
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Here is the first, but also return, of Commander Throte and his team, Cloak Armada! This was, of course, a side build, that I wanted to introduce within the story. I will have a small and quick bio of the team later on, but for the most part, they are a special unit who follow the commands of Warlord Zadian and Moff Radine only. Also, the idea of using Corellia in this goes to Carculio and his Ryder Squadron's base. I thought it would be intriguing to mention another member into the story, and his name was the first one I was able to find that fit perfectly with his own story. However, if something is needed to change, please let me know as soon as possible.
If any of you are interested in the story so far and wish to participate in the RPG, join "The Survivors RPG" group right now!
I hope you all enjoyed this, and look forward to making more of these soon. As for now, I will be at a small pause as I am looking forward to posting the next installment of "The Jedi Mercenary" series. So be sure to look out for that very soon! Again, thank you all for the support, and have a fan-building-tastic day/night! See ya in the next one!
- Director KW
...en concert chez Woodstock Guitares Ensisheim le 03-05-2025
VIDEOS :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NStBVzTGMSU
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Combo reconnu à l'international et emblématique de la scène française avec un mélange unqiue de métal, d'indus et d'orchestrations.
Internationally recognized and emblematic combo of the French scene with a unique mix of metal, indus and orchestrations.
© Philippe Haumesser. TOUS DROITS RESERVES - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©.
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites , commentaires et favoris♥
Thank you very much for your visits, comments and favorites
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MuCEM + Fort Saint-Jean, Marseille, France - 2013 -Architects: Rudy Ricciotti and C+T architecture
Views, sea, sun, a mineral quality, which all must be orchestrated by a program that will become federal and cognitive. First of all a perfect square of 72 m per side, it is a classic plan, Latin, under the control of Pythagoras. Within this square, another of 52 m per side, comprising the exhibition and conference halls identified as the heart of the museum.
Around, above and below are the service areas. But between these areas and the heart, openings entirely bypass the central square and form interconnected spaces. More interested by the views of the fort, the sea or the port, the culturally overwhelmed visitor will choose this route. Along two interlacing ramps, he will then plunge into the imaginary of the tower of Babel or of a ziggurat in order to climb up to the rooftop and on to Fort Saint- Jean. This peripheral loop will be a free breathe, enveloped by the smells of the sea from the proximity to the moats, a pause to dispel any lingering doubts about the use of the history of our civilizations. The MuCEM will be a vertical Casbah.
The tectonic choice of an exceptional concrete coming from the latest research by French industry, reducing the dimensions to little more than skin and bones, will affirm a mineral script under the high ramparts of Fort Saint-Jean. This sole material in the colour of dust, matt, crushed by the light, distant from the brilliance and technological consumerism, will commend the dense and the delicate. The MuCEM sees itself evanescent in a landscape of stone and Orientalist through its fanning shadows.
Uncertainty breeds fear. Lack of clarity has driven men mad. Perhaps that is what the Emperor intends from this revelation. Maybe, this is all merely a creation of his. Designed to test my loyalty, or to evaluate whether he was right to take me on as his apprentice. It’s understandable why he would question such a matter. After all, Anakin Skywalker had such potential even with an artificial limb diminishing his connection to the Force. My current condition leaves much to be desired.
That is not to say that my artificial limbs have rendered me powerless. On the contrary, even in my current state I’ve been able to best multiple Jedi in combat with ease. Is this the power of the dark side? The power of hatred? If I can still accomplish all this in such a broken state, what could I have done had this all been avoided. Could I have saved Padme?
Perhaps…..
This could all have been avoided had he not turned her against me.
Kenobi……
This is all your fault.
All I wanted was to bring peace, and security to the galaxy. I should have realised sooner that it was the Jedi who orchestrated it all. My bli……Skywalker’s blind devotion to that order doomed the galaxy to three years of galactic war. I will not be so foolish. Though I respect the Emperor, and value his tutelage. I will never trust him. Especially having witnessed how quick he was in the past to dispose of apprentices when he no longer had use for them.
For that reason alone, I cannot help but query the claims that the boy has made surrounding his identity. Deep down, I wish them to be false. If only so the inevitable course of action in that scenario can be avoided. But if that is not the case, then it is either him or myself. With all that I’ve sacrificed to get here, I’m not about to allow my position to be endangered by a child.
So I now have no choice but to go to Naboo. I haven’t visited that world since Padme passed away. Too much pain. But now I have no choice. For her death to have meant anything, I must guarantee my place as the rightful heir to the Empire when the time comes. However, I cannot risk events transpiring without my attention. No doubt Hassan is already positioning the boy to replace me. I cannot allow that.
With all this in mind, I’ve been forced to call upon the services of bounty hunters. Whilst they lack devout loyalty to anyone, their allegiance can be bought for enough credits. Including their silence. Given the tightening security across Coruscant, and with the inevitability of the boy being placed under protection by the security bureau, I need someone who can navigate the city with ease. After all, it is likely that the boy will be moved continuously until his identity can be ratified.
Vader: You were unseen?
Nen Shao: I made sure that no-one saw me. Can’t say the same for Jagma here.
Jagma: Speak for yourself Nen.
Nen Shao: This is not the time Jagma.
When I sent out for Nen Shao I expected him alone. His abilities to go unseen by Imperial forces are what ensured he was never detained when the Empire seized Mandalore and imprisoned all known Deathwatch sympathizers, and they’re exactly what I require at this moment. This student of his could endanger everything. As such, I take it upon myself to remind Nen just how important secrecy is for his task. Without saying a word, I grab both by the throat using the Force and apply pressure. Both quickly collapse to the ground as they struggle to breath.
Vader: This matter requires secrecy of the highest level. It is no place for a child.
Jagma: I’m no child.
I release both having witnessed how much the boy struggled to utter that simple sentence.
Nen Shao: Apologies, Lord Vader.
Vader: I do not have time for games, Shao.
Nen Shao: Then what is it that you seek?
As Shao inquires as to the job I have for him, he slowly makes his way back to his feet.
Vader: A child.
Jagma: What?
Vader: There is a child of great importance here on Coruscant. He has been placed under ISB protection.
Nen Shao: Then he must be valuable. Why all the fuss?
Vader: That does not concern you.
Jagma: Then what is it you want? Abduction? Intimidation?
Vader: Observation.
Jagma: What!?
Nen Shao: You want us simply to observe him?
Vader: The boy’s identity remains in question. Until I can be certain of his claims, he is not to be engaged. Observation only.
Jagma: You have got to be kidding me. You’ve had us come here with as much as secrecy as possible, only to ask us to spy on someone for you? Don’t you have spies of your own who can do that?
Vader: This matter requires a great amount of secrecy. Until the boy’s identity is confirmed, you are to observe only.
Jagma: Well what’s so special about who he could be to warrant you dragging us all the way here?
Nen Shao: The boy has a point, Lord Vader. For you to have brought us here under such secrecy does raise concern. It would help if you’d just tell us who he claims to be at least.
Though I consider mentioning the boy’s name to explain my caution, I decide against it. If he is in fact merely an innocent child being used to exploit the Emperor, then he doesn’t deserve what would come with being known as the Emperor’s son. The pressure of such a title can break almost anyone. Be it son of the Emperor, or the one destined to bring balance to the Force.
With my options considered, I do the action that always guarantees a bounty hunter’s silence. I throw them an extra thousand credits each. Both quickly understand. Whoever the child is, he’s obviously of great importance. So much so that even I am unwilling to reveal their identity. In many regards, my action simply entices Shao’s interest in the boy further. But that is irrelevant. His silence has been bought. At least for now.
Jagma: And why, pray tell, are you so interested in this boy?
Vader: That is not your concern.
Jagma: And if I think that it is?
Before the boy can properly finish his words, I grab his throat with the Force once again. This time though, I pull him towards me and trap his throat with in the grasp of my hand. With the pressure applied to his throat, he’s unable to speak. But the expression on his face says it all. For a moment or two, I consider releasing him. He’s clearly terrified of what I can achieve which indicates he has no prior experience with a Force wielder, but I decide to go further.
I remove the hilt of my blade from my belt and ignite it.
Naturally, the boy squirms. Though he may not have encountered a Force user before, it’s evident that he’s well aware of what a lightsaber is, and what it can do. Fortunately for him, I simply place the blade close to his face. Much to his own horror.
Given how great a liability I suspect him to be, it’s tempting to remove him from the equation.
But alas, there are more pressing matters at hand. R5 signals me that my fighter is ready for departure. How fortunate. With that, I throw the young fool aside before making my way out of the room. In the corner of my eye I notice the boy raise a blaster at me, only to be stopped by Shao. Good. Shao clearly remembers the last time he attempted such a matter.
Nen Shao: How long do you expect us to watch him for?
Vader: Until I return.
Nen Shao: Where are you going?
I do not answer his question, simply because I know that providing him with such information all but guarantees the necessity to buy his silence later. But my destination is clear.
The homeward of both Padme and my master.
Naboo.
The male (peacock) Indian Peafowl has iridescent blue-green or green coloured plumage. The so-called "tail" of the peacock, also termed the "train," is not the tail quill feathers but highly elongated upper tail coverts. The train feathers have a series of eyes that are best seen when the tail is fanned. Both species have a crest atop the head.
The blue peacock (Indian Peafowl) displaying his train during the peafowl breeding season. Indeed, its sole purpose is to attract a mate. Seeing a peahen approaching, the peacock lifts his train—a cluster of long tail coverts that spread out to form a fan several feet high and extending down to the ground on both sides. The train feathers are iridescent blue and green, with an eye-like spot of brilliant blue, green, and orange, at the end. Each feather is a work of art in itself—together they make a spectacular backdrop for the sapphire blue peacock and his carefully orchestrated courtship dance:
During the breeding season, peacocks choose special places to perform their courtship dance and they tend to return to the same location year after year. Other males may be doing the same thing close by and peahens will window-shop—the peacock with the best display wins.
When a peahen comes close enough, the peacock turns his back and brings his train erect, displaying the underlying tail feathers and his dark wings, which he flutters rapidly, From this angle, the brilliant colours of the display feathers can’t be seen—the bird is predominantly grey and brown. The peacock steps from side to side and sometimes moves forward or backward a few steps.
When the peahen comes closer still, the peacock backs up towards her, and when she avoids him, he turns, revealing all his colour and holding his wings still. He then drops the great fan down on top of the female. It quivers, making a rustling sound.
The peahen may mate with the peacock, or she may simply walk away or stand still, whereupon the male starts over, turning his back again and resuming the rapid fluttering of his wings. The peacock can hold his fan of display feathers up for a very long time.
For reasons that are not well understood, peahens tend to mate with peacocks with the most eye-spots.
So today was suppose to be "the end of the world" which i would never believe. But i got a great photo idea out of it!!
I decided to take a picture of who is orchestrating the end of the world, portraying almost like a queen. or maybe the last person alive, you decide!
For this one i barely edited the colors at all, i changed the white balance on my camera and it turned out this cool blue color, i love it!
Babysitting Palpatine's nephew is a privilege only a few get to enjoy. Stormtrooper Bruce still wonders if it might be some sort of twisted punishment Vader has orchestrated. With any luck, STB's latest plan to make things fun and entertaining will eliminate future babysitting duties.
STB: Eat up little dude, we still have lots more to do this afternoon.
Pepé Le Pew: But Unka Dude, we've already had a busy morning. Can't we stay in and just watch cartoons for the rest of the day?
STB: What, and miss the pony ride I scheduled for you at the Petting Zoo? I might even try to win that BFF you asked for for Rocky.
Pepé: But we already watched speeding comets from the Observation Deck, planted rainbow flowers and picked giant mushies at the Botanical Gardens, and made spicy icy popcorn in the Mess Hall.
STB: I know. We've had so much fun today, so why stop now?
Pepé: And yesterday we rebuilt engines at the machine shop, and looked at X-rays in the med bay, and walked upside down in antigravity suits on Space Dock II.
STB: Yes, that was fun, too!
Pepé: But Unka Dude, I'm tired of having so much fun. What about sitting down and watching cartoons?
STB: Cartoons are for old fogies who just want to sit around and do nothing. Not kids with tons of energy.
Pepé: Wait, I think I remember Unka Pappy saying something about naps.
STB: NAPS! You don't need no stinking naps!
Pepé:
STB: Tomorrow, we're going to make mud pies, and then feed the carnivorous plants in the hydroponic bay. And then at the Library we're...
Pepé: Wait., I think I heard that Dark Vader man was missing me. Maybe I could go stay with him for a few days, so he won't be so lonesome.
STB: Well, OK. But you'll miss all the fun things I have planned.
Pepé: I never knew having fun could be so exhaustipating.
STB: Me neither.
Pepé: I have an important announcement to make. I'm now
going to be called Dr. DO LITTLE.
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An orchestrated shot . These men in uniform were talking to a couple pretty girls one of whom was holding this puppy . Nothing new about men in uniform talking to pretty girls I thought ..
What would make for an interesting shot is if one of the men would hold the puppy , that with all the service mascot dogs in the march by parade today . Firstly I asked were they allowed to hold the dog .. yes thats ok ..
Thanks guys .
ANZAC Day
Brisbane
Nancy Rubins,
As part of her series Diversifolia– which in the scientific names of plants indicates a single species possessed with a considerable variety of leaf, Crocodylius Philodendrus employs clusters of bouquet like arrangements comprised out of a variety of animal forms that explode into space in all directions. Her calculated compositions employ a structural property called “tensegrity,” wherein individual parts are arranged in balanced compression and secured with tensile cables, that galvanizes the aluminium crocodiles, hogs and deer, cast iron tortoises, and bronze zebras into purely formal, abstract components as they propel into space due to their aggregate momentum. Circumnavigating her towering assemblage reveals the transformation of found objects and industrial refuse into expertly orchestrated abstractions that are fluid and rhizomatic in nature.
“One, if by land, and two, if by sea” phrase was coined by the American poet, Henry W. Longfellow in his poem, Paul Revere’s Ride. It was a reference to the secret signal orchestrated by Revere during his historic ride from Boston to Concord on the verge of American Revolutionary War. The signal was meant to alert patriots about the route the British troops chose to advance to Concord. (Instead they picked California - more money out there.)
Much appreciated is the background picture which my flickr companion, Baz Richardson so graciously had previously sent to me.
The pictures of the two Auston Healey’s were in fact taken by yours truly; the white/blue one on the left, recorded at the 2018 British Car Fest, the one on the right, at a local “cruise night” rally in 2014. I am not sure of the exact model year of the white/blue Austin Healey but if I were to guess I would guess a 1964-65 model 3000 BJ8 Mk III. The finely restored red/grey Healey on the right is owned by “an acquaintance”, whose wife is one of my wife’s friends (whew, that was difficult for me to phrase .……………… let’s put it this way, “a guy who I know”.) This car is a 1959 Austin Healey 3000 Mk I BN7 (the first year for the in-line six-cylinder engine to be used in the Austin Healey.)
Engine & Drive Train
In-line six-cylinder, 2912 cm3 / 177.4 cui engine displacement, 92.5 kW / 126 PS / 124 hp (net) of power, 237 Nm / 175 lb-ft of torque, 4-speed manual powertrain offered since mid-year 1959 for Europe / North America. top speed: 177 km/h (110 mph) (©theoretical);
This source indicates this model Austin Healey was manufactured by Austin-Healey in GB which is a bit of a misnomer. Actually by 1959, Donald Healey had turned over manufacturing to British Motor Corporation (BMC) with production facilities located in Longbridge Deverill, England.
Source: automobile catalog
Although the brain child of Donald Healey, an Englishman and manufactured in England, the Austin Healey, even more so than the legendary MG TC’s of the late 1940’s, was destined to be essentially, “an American car”. I say this because Leonard Lord, president of BMC knew where the money was and put his sites on the American market almost before production began. It is reported that sales of the Austin Healey’s were higher in California than anywhere else. (Wouldn’t ya know it - California where the sun shines 360 days out of the year and the affluent abound.)
Although still not perfect, the real time consuming part of this composite was redirecting the lighting, or more specifically, “the shadows” on the background building to match the direction of the sun light on the two cars. The light source, I observed, would have resulted in the face of the building being in light shadow, therefore, I had to edit accordingly. Yes, you will see flaws if you look closely. …………my advise; view at largest size on your monitor, step back a few paces and hopefully enjoy my friends………….
November 21st, 2042
A couple of hours after getting taken away by the Court of Owls, Batman awakens in a cell at an unknown location. Before he’s able to recover from the effects of the sedatives he got hit with and regain his strength two people dressed in black clothes, wielding sharp and gold-colored weapons, enter his cell and order him to follow them. As he struggles to stand up he notices that the exoskeleton from his suit has powered down, making it much more difficult to move around at all and leaving him in no shape to stand up against them. He complies and follows the one figure as the other one takes position behind him. After walking for a short while they end up in a long hallway, with a red carpet on the floor, expensive furniture on either side of the hall and large paintings hanging from the walls. Batman takes a look at the wall decorations and notices that every single painting features a person holding a strange owl-shaped mask in front of their face. There’s a door at the end of the hallway, guarded by two people wearing the same outfit as the ones escorting him. They open the door for them, giving way to a spacious and empty courtroom. Behind the judge’s desk stands a giant wooden statue of an owl, decorated with gold accents and lit with candles around it. On the sides of the room are several giant windows, all covered with dark red curtains which prevents any natural light from entering the place. Only Helena is sitting in the room, tied to a chair at the defendant’s table.
Batman gets escorted into the room and forced to sit on the chair next to Helena as he gets restrained as well. Before he can ask his daughter if she’s okay, the gates of the courtroom swing open as a group of masked individuals march into the room. They all silently take a seat on the public benches behind the two right as the jury enters the room as well, conveniently all wearing the same owl-shaped mask too. As they all sit down at the exact same time Helena begins nervously looking around her, intimidated by the situation she is now in. A door inside the giant owl statue opens, out of which a judge appears. Batman notices the judge seems to be the same person who appeared in the Wayne Tower and ordered them to come to the Court in the first place. He takes a seat, breaks the silence by slamming his hammer on the table and demands order in the courtroom, starting their trial against Batman and Robin.
The judge starts by telling about the Court of Owls, explaining how they have been around since Gotham was established decades ago. For years they managed to rule the city from the shadows, killing anyone who found out about their existence or opposed them using a group of specifically trained assassins called the Talons. When a certain masked vigilante began running around Gotham they didn’t see him as a threat at first. Finding that having him assassinated by the Talons would be a bit excessive they instead opted to orchestrate a series of events which would lead to a deranged serial killer by the name of Zsaz escaping from Arkham. Knowing that the Batman would take it upon himself to go after him, they hoped that he wouldn’t stand a chance against the killer and get killed while fighting him. However, they found themselves astonished as Batman managed to defeat Zsaz with ease, something they had not taken into consideration. Realizing the danger of him running around Gotham they considered ordering the Talons to murder him, but changed their mind after he coincidentally started targeting several of their opponents. The Court then decided to willingly let Batman fight the criminal world of Gotham without interfering, only stepping in if he accidentally stumbled upon them or started targeting them. All the while, the Court continued to influence the city from the shadows.
Roughly 5 years later, a long series of unfortunate events led to the Dark Knight retiring. With the Batman no longer being a possible threat to the Court, they decided to start spreading out their influence more while making certain their existence was kept a secret. Over the decades, dozens of wannabe vigilantes hoping to step into the footsteps of the Dark Knight started to make their way onto the streets. As rumors of a secret underground society who are secretly controlling Gotham started leaking, many of them started to seek them out and found their way right on the doorstep of the Court. In order to preserve their secret they were forced to murder everyone who stood in their way, having to cover up the assassinations to not arouse any suspicions. After decades of doing this the Court of Owls decided they could not continue covering up the disappearances of teen vigilantes, deciding to take action by making a statement by taking down the Dark Knight. Upon discovering his identity and tracking him down using the help of a deranged Edward Nigma and a frail Hugo Strange, they began orchestrating a long plot in order to get him to put on the suit again. One of the Talons assassinated Selina and left behind evidence to make him suspect the Joker, knowing this would motivate him to return to Gotham to investigate. By using a tiny improvised explosive device hidden within the playing card they hoped to detonate it while he was holding it within Arkham. However, they did not account for Batman giving the card to Joker himself, which allowed him to survive the blast and only killed the Clown Prince of Crime along with the other Arkman inmates. After so many years, they decided enough was enough; it was time to put him on trial in front of the Court of Owls for standing in their way too much.
Batman barely has any time to process what he just heard as the crowd and jury start shouting how they think they are guilty. There’s no way they would win a case against a kangaroo court like this; their decision was already made way before the trial started. The judge slams his hammer down again, silencing the chaos as he prepares to read his verdict. Due to being found guilty of interfering with the plans of the Court of Owls, Batman and Robin get sentenced to death at the hands of the Talons right now. The judge asks if he has anything to say about his verdict, but cuts him off right as he is about to speak up. The spectators and jury start cheering and clapping as two of the Talons walk into the courtroom, each entering on opposite sides of the room. They take their positions in front and behind the two, unsheathing their golden weapons to prepare for battle. One member of the Court gets ordered to untie the Dynamic Duo in order to make the odds more fair as the rest of the crowd prepares to watch as the Batman finally gets taken down by the Court of Owls after so many years.
The Talon behind Batman strikes first and stabs him in the back, but his armor prevents the blade from piercing through his skin. He manages to reactivate his exosuit and turns around, ready to fight again as he pulls out a Batarang from his belt. His enemy strikes again, aiming for the exposed skin around his mouth instead, but Batman manages to deflect it with his own weapon. He uses the opportunity to slice the Talon in the arm, although this doesn’t phase him. Batman holds his hand in front of his face and casts a glance at the spectators, seeing they are all silently toasting for their demise with expensive drinks in their hands. His short distraction gives the Talon an opportunity to successfully hit him, but Helena deflects the attack at the last moment with her own weapon stick. He compliments her for being able to stand her ground against their opponents before continuing the battle. The Talon starts attacking more and more fiercely, slowly managing to weaken Batman’s defenses while coming closer to getting a successful strike on him. He tries his best to keep up with him, but Batman slowly starts to become weaker and weaker with every attack. Right as he is about to slash the Dark Knight in the face, the leader of the Court suddenly commands the assassins to stop attacking. Unsure of what to do, the Talons lay down their weapons for a moment as they watch what their leader’s intentions are right now. He mutters something about hearing a weird noise outside as he walks towards the window and lifts up the curtains. Batman tries to get a glimpse of the outside world to locate their hideout if they manage to get out, but he soon picks up the sound outside too; he hears the loud revving of an engine in the distance slowly coming towards them, accompanied by the sound of a car horn. The crowd gathers around the window to see what the commotion is about, but quickly runs away in terror as the Batmobile crashes through the wall at full speed.
Pieces of debris rain down everywhere as the vehicle comes to a screeching halt right in front of Batman and Robin. Chaos ensues in the room as each member of the Court desperately tries to make their escape, terrified of the imposing black vehicle which just crashed through the wall of their hideout. The door opens as the person driving the Batmobile beeps the horn, prompting them to jump inside. Batman kicks the Talon in front of him to the ground and hits the other one in the chest with several batarangs to give them a window to escape. He and Helena jump inside the Batmobile as he takes control of the steering wheel, closing the door right before the Talons can make their way inside. He puts his boot on the gas pedal and activates the rocket booster in order to make their escape from the Court. As they are driving through the streets of Gotham early in the morning, Barbara appears on one of the screens of the console, asking if they are alright. She explains that she left the Wayne Enterprises building for a short moment to check up on her case at the GCPD, but when she returned she saw the camera footage of them getting abducted. Although it was impossible for her to track them down at first since the Court of Owls covered up almost all of their tracks, Batman reactivating his high-tech suit set off a GPS signal which allowed her to pinpoint their location. With the help of a new modification to the Batmobile she was able to remotely control the armored vehicle for a while to reach the place and to help them escape.
Helena sighs of relief, tired of the confrontation they just went through when she says that they must’ve escaped the Court by now. However, right after she says this the two feel something landing on the roof of the Batmobile. Before they can react, one of the Talon’s golden weapons cuts through the armored material like butter, making an opening for himself to enter the vehicle. Batman stands up from his seat and orders Helena to drive despite her not having any driving experience yet as he deals with the Talon standing in the cramped open space in the back of the Batmobile. He makes his way towards him, feeling the cold morning air cut through his skin while he begins punching his enemy. After hitting him a couple of times the Talon catches his fist inside his hand, landing a couple of strikes on his face and damaging his cowl before Batman kicks him right in the stomach. The impact of the kick makes him land hard on the cold floor of the Batmobile, but before he can recover Batman leaps on top of him and starts pounding him in the head. He stops for a short moment to charge up his exosuit for a bigger punch, but the vehicle suddenly making a sharp turn to get outside of Gotham, makes him miss the Talon and denting the floor instead. While he recovers and tries to get another punch in, the other Talon lands on the front of the car and begins damaging the engine. Helena makes a couple more sharp turns in an effort to get him off the car but all it does is make Batman lose his balance, giving him a disadvantage in the fight. As smoke begins coming from the engine Helena loses control of the vehicle, prompting Batman to abandon the fight to prevent them from going off the road. However, he is too late; before he can do anything, the Batmobile crashes through the guardrail on the ride of the road, sending them all tumbling down a hill.
When Helena regains consciousness, she feels herself getting dragged out of the wreckage which was once the Batmobile. Pieces of wreckage are scattered everywhere as the smell of smoke fills her nose. Once she is at a safe distance away from the wreck, she is able to properly see the damage; the Batmobile is laying upside down with a fire having erupted in the engine as several important components of the car have been damaged or broken off. Suddenly, she notices one of the Talons crawling away from the wreck. His outfit has been torn and burned, with him being unable to walk because of the crash. Batman sees him too, and begins slowly walking towards him. The Talon notices this and for the first time he hears one of them speak as he begins pleading for him to put him out of his misery. Batman stays silent for a while before telling him to go back to the Court. He wants him to relay a message to them, warning that it will take much more than this to take down Batman. They tried their best to get rid of him, and they failed. If they try this again, he won't be taken by surprise like this time and warns that he will do whatever it takes to take down the entire Court by himself. The Talon begins crying out that the Court of Owls will just murder him for this fiasco, but Batman ignores him and turns around leaving him on his own. He calls Barbara to pick them up as he puts an arm around Helena, complimenting her for what she did today as the Batmobile continues to burn down behind them.
Roughly a week has passed since the incident with the Court. Despite Bruce and Barbara’s best efforts, they haven't managed to track down the Court again; upon returning to the place where he was taken to to be put on trial, he only found an empty and abandoned building with all of the furniture and decorations taken away. Barbara has taken the wreckage of the Batmobile back to the Wayne Enterprises building, developing plans to rework the vehicle into something else instead of simply rebuilding it.
During a boring evening at the Wayne Building, the regularly scheduled tv programme gets interrupted by a newsflash; A terrorist going by the name of Bane, suspected to be the person responsible for getting a majority of Gotham addicted to Venom, has attacked the Gotham Stock Exchang. In a publicly broadcasted video he revealed to have gotten his hands on a decaying neutron bomb which is set to detonate this Christmas Eve. In his video he directly challenged the Dark Knight, saying that he is only willing to stop the bomb from exploding if he manages to defeat him. Confident that he can save Gotham once more, Bruce suits up and sets out to bring down Bane. Helena offers to join to help take him down, but Batman declines as he fears not going to him alone could have severe consequences. Without being able to use the Batmobile to get around for the time being, he climbs to the top of the building and decides to make use out of his new experimental cape glider. He leaps off the structure as he spreads out his cape, which folds out in the shape of the wings of a bat allowing him to glide to the financial district.
After gliding for a while, Batman lands on top of the glass roof of the Stock Exchange building giving him a good look at the situation. Right below him he can make out the figure of Bane, surrounded by several of his goons, all guarding the neutron bomb. He uses a Batarang to cut a hole into the glass to grant him access into the building. After jumping down the hole he lands right in front of Bane, quickly alerting him of his presence. This is the first time he has gotten a good look at the terrorist; before him stands a very big and muscular man, wearing a black luchador-esque mask which conceals his face. Batman catches a glimpse of a big tank filled with Venom on his back with tubes attached to it, all injected straight into his skin and mask. His goons, all having taken some of the strength-enhancing drugs as well, point their guns at the Dark Knight but Bane tells them to lower their weapons. After telling them to step back he stretches out his arms, challenging the Dark Knight to a one-on-one fight. Batman agrees, taking off his utility belt and preparing for the fight. He laughs, his voice muffled by the mask, asking himself if he will be a match to him or if he will go down as easily as his other opponents as Batman charges towards him.
Batman strikes first, getting in several powerful blows, but it doesn’t even seem to phase his opponent. He pauses for a short moment and tries to continue the fight, but Bane catches his hand before it can hit him. Batman hears something crack when he clenches his fist, feeling that his glove has been damaged. Before he can recover, Bane grabs him with both arms and headbutts him with a lot of force. The blow almost makes him lose his balance, but his opponent grabs him by the throat before he falls to the ground and punches him right in the face several times. Batman starts to taste blood in his mouth but is unwilling to give up so easily. He releases himself from Bane’s grip and tackles him to the ground, using all his strength to kick him in the face several times. Again, his opponent is unperturbed by his attempts to fight back, simply taking the blows without flinching. As Bane doesn't fight back Batman becomes overconfident for a moment, not noticing as his arm reaches out for his leg. He grabs a hold of it and janks it towards him, making him fall to the ground again.
‘’You know, I used to admire you. Hearing all about your heroics back when I was growing up motivated me to be better than I already was. But now that I am not a bright-eyed and naive child anymore, I’m finally able to see you for what you really are; A pathetic elderly man, having to rely on some high-tech suit to even attempt to compete with me!’’
Bane raises his fists in the air, bringing them down with full force on the chest of the Dark Knight. Although his suit absorbs most of the strike to prevent his ribs from breaking upon impact, Batman still feels the pain from his attack and notices the armor on his chest having shattered.
‘’Over the years, I've dreamt of being the one who would kill the legendary Batman. However, I have recently come to the conclusion that killing you would only end your agony and silence your shame.’’
He attempts to fight back again and gathers his strength to reply to his opponent’s comments, but Bane silences him with a nasty kick in the gut before he can do so.
‘’I don't think you quite know who I am. I’m not some scarecrow or a riddler. I’m not a jester or a clown! I’m not a flightless bird nor a cryogenic scientist! And most importantly, i am not some rich guy playing dress-up!’’
Bane begins continuously stomping Batman in the face, slowly cracking open his mask more and more with each kick. By the time his cowl has been completely destroyed Batman has been knocked unconscious, having collapsed after all of the attacks.
‘’ I AM BANE! AND I WILL BREAK YOU!’’
As his goons cheer him on, Bane picks up the defeated body of the Dark Knight and raises it over his head. He slowly spins around like he’s showing a trophy to his friends, reveling as the realization that he has become the one to truly break the Bat begins to set in. Batman regains consciousness, but only just in time to feel himself getting driven down towards the ground as he collides with Bane’s knee.
With one nasty snap, he quickly finds his body in anguish as his spine has completely shattered. Bane drops him to the ground and commands his henchmen to take the bombs and go away, taking the broken mask of the Dark Knight with him as a trophy before leaving himself as well. Batman tries to move, but becomes terrified when he notices that he is unable to even move. With this one attack, Bane has paralyzed the Bat.
Quite some time passes before someone arrives to pick up the wounded Bruce. He gets taken to the Wayne Building instead of a hospital in order to preserve his secret identity, where he gets hooked up to some medical equipment to keep him alive. As the days pass by, Gotham begins to decay more and more into chaos as the threat of a neutron bomb decimating the city gets closer. Each attempt made by the police force to disarm the explosive has led to nothing, leading to many of the city’s residents deciding to get out while they still can. Despite Bruce being in no state at all to fight back against Bane, he stubbornly refuses to leave the city as he believes his back will he recovered enough before the bomb is set to go off. Along with this he also feels personally responsible for letting this happen and does not want Gotham to fall under his watch.
Less than a week is now left before the bomb is set to go off. Bane had taken his bomb to the city centre, where his henchmen are guarding him all day to prevent anyone from interfering with his plan. With no sign of his spine recovering in the slightest, Helena and Barbara are urging Bruce to leave the city with them, as they know nobody else is left to stop him. Barbara is close to converting the damaged Batmobile to an airborne vehicle and tells him it could be fit to get them out of there. However, he does not want to hear any of it and keeps insisting that he can find a solution. In an old scientific report about the Venom drug he read some time ago, he noticed it stating that taking the drug can completely heal severe wounds within moments. With his mind set on this new opportunity to save Gotham he asks Barbara to get him a sample of the substance, hoping this will put him in a position to fight back again. Despite her hesitation she agrees to do so, although she warns him that this is only a short-term solution for a permanent problem for him.
When she returns, Bruce has removed the armor from his arms and prepared a new suit to help him control himself while under the effects of the drug. Barbara reluctantly hands him a syringe filled with Venom, but before she does so she tells him that the scientific reports he read left out some important details. It's true that taking Venom can heal severe and permanent injuries in a matter of moments, but the catch is that once the drug’s effects have worn off the injuries will just return, sometimes getting even worse as a result. Bruce tells her he is more than willing to sacrifice himself if it means that he is gonna be able to save Gotham once more as he grabs the syringe out of her hand. Before any of them can react, he slams the needle into his skin and presses the plunger down allowing the substance to enter into his bloodstream. Bruce feels the effects hitting him almost instantly, and before he knows it he finds himself able to stand on his own again. While he struggles to keep himself from succumbing to the drug’s effects he puts on a new suit; an outfit plated with a gold-colored metal and with a reinforced cowl and cape. Ready for battle, he makes his way to the newly designed Batwing to take himself to the city center to face off against Bane.
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A shot from last year of a Wedding Photographer and his entourage in Portsmouth city centre, attempting to orchestrate the perfect group shot.
Marble sarcophagus dating from 220–230 AD from Attica, displayed at the entrance of Archaeological Museum of Thessaloniki, Greece. The cover resembles a mattress where a couple is couching and scenes of battles between Greeks and Amazons are depicted on the sides. The sarcophagus was pictorially chosen as a symbol of Death.
DEATH frightens or scares almost all of us, human beings. It is this very Fear of death that religions have long exploited or manipulated for their own benefit, for their continued existence. Still, such a “use” of the fear of death has been on the basis of a human right—that of the freedom of belief.
One recently experiences a global spread of increasingly alarming news about a pandemic, the Covid-19 pandemic. Few people may have noticed some very worrying inconsistencies (or even contradictions) in the story regarding the supposed pandemic:
—In the beginning, the press and the media had been reassuring the people that the SARS-CoV-2 caused a mild illness much like the flu (influenza), but nothing more worrying than that. Now, there is a twist, a U-turn: the mild flu-like illness suddenly became a potentially lethal disease (threatening the life of most patients older than 35 yrs); this notorious disease is supposed to cause acute respiratory distress (due to bilateral pneumonia-like abnormalities in both lungs of the patients) requiring mechanical ventilation; this respiratory complication is supposed to result into a permanent, lifelong impairment of respiratory function of the ones who survived the infection. These aspects of the same story contradict each other; they cannot both be true at the same time: it is a direct and absolute proof that the media lie (either now or earlier). Why should one, therefore, trust the information “as is” provided by the media…?!
—Fake video footage was shown on national TV from supposedly crowded streets and beaches, as well as from longest queues of cars in toll stations, whereas nothing of the above was true.
—Fake photographs of hundreds of coffins in Italy have flooded the media, pretending to be related to the dead from Covid-19, whereas the coffins where from a much older disaster (the Lampedusa shipwreck in 2013). Who and why does strive to cause panic and fear of death to the people?
—For how long one intends to enforce the “stay at home” strongest advice (repeated by rote by countless propaganda-victims)…?! What for? Even after 6 whole months of lock-down in-house, the population will still remain unprotected for the SARS-CoV-2, without immunization due to either a vaccine or survival after exposure to the virus. The “stay at home” advice merely delays the unavoidable, it is not a solution by itself!
—Yesterday, on March 20, 2020, the epidemiologist in charge in Greece announced fewest new cases of Covid-19, even less than the day before; such a small number of new cases repudiates the expected exponential increase of new cases. Despite the smallest number of new cases, the Cabinet Member sitting next to the physician spoke with authoritarian style and threatened that more restricting measures are being considered to be enforced to the people.
The people are prepared (by manipulation of their natural fear of death) to silently accept even declaration of Martial Law or a legal state of Emergency. The constitutional articles safeguarding human rights will be stripped. Democracy will cease to exist. An Empire of Fear is likely to be globally hatching as we speak. Then, we’ll know for sure Who is the culprit, the perpetrator of the global manipulation of death’s fear: it will be the one(s) who benefited from rising! The one(s) who masterminded and orchestrated this whole elaborate hoax will, alas, be invested with such absolute an authority to become unstoppable and uncontrollable…
“LASCIATE OGNI SPERANZA, VOI CH'ENTRATE”
(Abandon All Hope All Ye Who Enter Here)
—Dante Alighieri.
A composite of some of my favorite shots from the eclipse.
Ha partial phases:
Best 25% of about 1000-1500 frames
Lunt 60 (piggybacked on a WO Z73)
ZWO ASI 432mm
Tele Vue Powermate 2.5x
AS!3, ImPPG, PS
Diamond rings and totality/corona:
Canon 5D3 with a 600 mm telephoto
Skywatcher Star Adventurer
Eclipse Orchestrator
Disneyland Resort
Disneyland
Main Street, USA
Partners Statue, Sleeping Beauty Castle, & Magical! Fireworks
Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse orchestrate a symphony of explosions above Sleeping Beauty's house.
If I set off this many bottle rockets over Sarah's house, I would be in serious trouble. When Walt and the Main Mouse do it, they're applauded and showered in "Oohs and Ahhs." I don't get it.
Looking to take better night photos with your Point & Shoot camera? Check out my Photography 101(B) - Night Shots blog post on TouringPlans!
Also, I've started a couple of new Flickr groups. The first, Disney Photography, I started because I've noticed there are few groups broadly covering all things Disney. Most groups seem to focus on specific Parks, Resorts, or types of photography and thus don't have broad appeal. Since we all like to submit our photos to a few groups, I figured this would be a good one to start. The other, Disney Christmas, I started for a similar reason. There are only a couple Holiday groups, and I know most people like to submit their images to ~5 or so groups each. To start, neither group will have any posting limits. Thereafter, I'm going to put a 5 per day limit on each group so they're not innundated with family shots. Don't get me wrong, I like family shots as much as the next guy, but when I'm combing through groups looking for inspirational shots, I hate wading through 15 pages of the same person's shot because they decided to upload every image they took on their recent vacation.
Anyway, I encourage those interested to join and add images to both groups!
The transient beauty of the coast is intricately intertwined with the captivating patterns that emerge in the sand, crafted by the relentless forces of wind and wave. These natural sculptors shape the shoreline, leaving behind ephemeral masterpieces.
As the tides ebb and flow, they orchestrate a delicate dance with the sand. With each advancing wave, the water gently caresses the shore, carrying particles of sand along its journey. As the wave recedes, it relinquishes its cargo, depositing the grains in a meticulous arrangement. This cyclical process, repeated countless times, creates intricate patterns that stretch along the coastline.
The patterns left behind by the retreating tide mimic the ebb and flow of life itself. Swirling ripples, reminiscent of a miniature desert landscape, emerge as the water recedes, their graceful curves and undulating lines transforming the beach into a living work of art. The patterns are at once orderly and chaotic, with intricate geometrical formations intermingling with whimsical curves and asymmetrical shapes.
The wind, a silent artist in its own right, adds its touch to the sculpting process. As it sweeps across the coast, it whispers secrets to the sand, coaxing it to dance in its invisible embrace. The wind's gentle touch lifts fine particles from the beach, carrying them aloft in an intricate ballet. It sculpts the sand into delicate ripples, resembling the soft undulations of fabric.
The interplay between the wind and the tide results in an ever-changing landscape. The patterns shift and evolve, shaped by the combined forces of these elemental sculptors. Ripples become miniature mountains, rising and falling in a transient topography that mirrors the larger contours of the surrounding coast. Each gust of wind and every advancing or receding wave leaves its mark, etching new patterns and erasing old ones, in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction.
These ephemeral patterns serve as a reminder of the impermanence of existence and the transient nature of beauty, as each passing moment alters the landscape, erasing what once was and creating something new. The sands become a canvas for the symphony of time, a tangible reflection of the ever-changing nature of our lives.
The beauty of these fleeting patterns lies not only in their visual allure but also in the emotions they evoke. They inspire a sense of wonder and awe, inviting us to pause and appreciate the intricate designs that nature creates with such effortless grace. The patterns speak of the interconnectedness of all things, the harmonious interplay between the elements, and the constant flux that defines our existence.
In these patterns of nature, we find a profound lesson: that life, like the shifting sands, is ever-changing, and that true beauty lies not in permanence but in the appreciation of the fleeting moments that grace our journey.