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Most people, when shown a picture of an A-12 identify it as an SR-71", if there was any recognition at all on their part. But they would be wrong. Few are able to note the differences between the two craft at any distance, but the differences are significant.
The A-12 was born in absolute secrecy at the end of the 1950s to replace the U-2 which had become vulnerable to Soviet SAM defenses. Fifteen Lockheed A-12s were built.
Officially, the program was known as Oxcart, a misnomer if ever there was one. Since no self-respecting pilot wanted to fly something as un-sexy as an "Oxcart", Lockheed unofficially dubbed them "Cygnus", named after the constellation of Cygnus the swan.
The choice of venue in which to test fly this state-of-the-art plane was simple. The CIA was already in place at Groom Lake, Nevada where it test flew the U-2. The first A-12 lifted off from Groom on April 26, 1962. This is absolutely amazing technology at the time that even today is still the fastest plane ever deployed for combat. Of the 15 A-12s that were built, 9 remain, scattered in museums across the country.
An SR-71 was nothing to sneeze at. It flew close to the same speed and height as the A-12, and seated two instead of the A-12's single, overworked occupant. But it just didn't have the same charisma as its sneaky black older brother. The SR-71 was publicly announced in late 1964, prior to its first flight. The A-12s had already been zipping around for two years! And although much remained classified about the SR-71, it was still very much in the public eye.
The A-12 program was just the opposite, hiding out at Groom Lake (with occasional overseas postings) until the program was finally closed down in June of 1968. The burdens of running both the A-12 and SR-71 programs were just proving too costly. Besides, the Air Force wasn't too pleased that the CIA was in the spy plane business and wanted to keep all that Mach 3 stuff to themselves. But even though the project was shut down in 1968, the surviving A-12s were put in secret storage, and the project remained classified until 1981!
The numbers show that the A-12 was a little faster and could climb a little higher than the SR-71. It was, after all, a significantly lighter aircraft. Of course, the A-12 couldn't carry as much fuel, and its sensor payload was less, but an A-12 was spared the need for a 2-man crew. Overall, the two craft are more alike than they are different.
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Needed a few more nights on this piece. Worked a bit bigger to captured the detail more. Still have more detail work to do and fix the background. The background started to get a bit overworked, so I had to rework it by knocking back the build up with OMS. For the whites this time tried something new, white ink by kuretake. Work better than some of the other whites I have tried.
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: Dance Little Sister
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcUmIRw0N5w
Get up outta your rockin' chair grandma! or rather
Paradise: (annoyed, when Michael opens the door to her bedroom) So, there's this apparently outdated concept called courtesy? You used to knock before you opened someone's private door?
Michael: Seriously? You're up here, doing nothing as far as I can see, while Mom's making dinner on YOUR night, after she worked all day, and you want to discuss courtesy?
Amber: Wow, and I suddenly got this overwhelming urge to go help out with the dinner thing. (she slides off the bed)
Paradise: You don't have to go.
Amber: (glances at Michael) Yeah, he's being all, coppish. I'll be downstairs, in the kitchen, with all the hot burners and sharp implements, where it's safer. (smirks and ducks out of the room)
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: I can assure you when you're my age you'll learn from all you've left behind
Michael: I know you think I'm being a bully, Par, but Mom deserves a break.
Paradise: (angrily jumping off the bed) I get it. I'll go finish making dinner. You don't have to grill me anymore, Officer.
Michael: (his tone is apologetic as he catches her hand) Hey, Par, hang on a sec'.
Paradise: (yanks her hand from his) Be careful! Amber just did my nails! (she checks them)
Michael: Sorry. Did I mess them up?
Paradise: (relieved, but still annoyed) No, they're okay.
Michael: (smiles a little) I remember when I used to do your nails.
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: Hang on 'til tomorrow don't give up your stay
Paradise: You were nicer to me when I was little. You weren't always yelling at me.
Michael: I wasn't yelling -- I was badgering.
Paradise: Badgers must be loud.
Michael: (his smile widens a little more) I guess so. Par, I'm sorry. You're my little sister, and I want everything in your life to work out.
Paradise: Then why are you always saying I need to get my head out of the clouds and forget about being rich, and travelling all over the world?
Michael: Par, I don't care if you have dreams about having money and going places.
Paradise: But you think I'm only good enough to work in some stock room, sorting frames and stuff.
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: Time is on your side would you just watch the clock and let it tick for you
Michael: That's not what I think. (lays his hands on her shoulders and stoops a little so that they're eye-to-eye) It's just that everybody starts somewhere, okay? You can aspire to be the wealthiest woman in the world, but what I don't want you to do is aspire to be one of the Griffins. I don't have a problem with money. I have a problem with them.
Paradise: That doesn't make any sense. If being a Griffin is my dream, why can't I aspire to that?
Michael: (straightens and takes his hands from her shoulders) If they'd gotten their money through hard work, honestly, I wouldn't have a problem with them, but they didn't.
Paradise: What do you mean? Amias Griffin is an investment broker. He basically earns everything on Wall Street and buys businesses and stuff.
Michael: He makes huge windfalls from insider trading. He buys companies that are going under then switches them over to automation and fires the majority of employees. He owns casinos in Vegas, Reno, and Laughlin, and that might sound glamorous and exciting, but that's all on the surface.
Paradise: Insider trading? Isn't that something illegal?
Michael: It is.
Paradise: But, if he was doing that, then he'd be arrested.
Michael: Only if you're caught, and he hasn't been caught, yet.
Paradise: Then how do you know --
Michael: Because Dad found out, and he told me, and he was going to tell the cops then ...
Paradise: Then?
Michael: (shakes his head) I don't know.
Paradise: Is that when he had his nervous breakdown? When he had to go to the hospital?
Michael: That's what they called it.
Paradise: Mom says he was overworked and the pressure was just too much. She said Dad was always a "sensitive soul" and sometimes people just collapse from stress. She said she didn't blame him for what happened, but when he got out, he was different, and they couldn't stay together anymore.
Michael: That's what we've been told.
Paradise: Why do you say it like that? Like maybe it's not the truth?
Michael: Because you were nine when it happened, and I was seventeen, and I remember him being fine one day, and a mental wreck the next.
Paradise: Can't it happen like that?
Michael: Maybe, but I've talked to a lot of shrinks, and his breakdown seems more like PTSD than anxiety from being overworked.
Paradise: Back up, big brother. YOU have talked to a LOT of shrinks?
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: Dance little sister don't give up today
Michael: Mom had us all seeing shrinks for a while.
Paradise: Mom had us seeing a family psychologist for maybe a year after Daddy went to the hospital. And then for a few months after he came back and they decided they had to separate.
Michael: Yeah, well, I have to see one for cop stuff, too. They like to make sure your head's in the right place.
Paradise: (smiles) Never thought of you having to see a shrink. Guess you're not all perfect and stuff, huh?
Michael: Not at all.
Paradise: That makes me feel so much better about myself.
Michael: (grins ruefully) Glad I could help.
Paradise: The one thing you don't have to help me with is finding a summer job.
Michael: Come on, Par --
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: You've got to dance little sister don't give up today
Paradise: Don't get your handcuffs twisted, I mean, because I already have a place in mind, where I'm going to apply, tomorrow.
Michael: Are you going back to the country club?
Paradise: Nope. Believe it or not, I'm going to try the fast food thing.
Michael: (stares in silence after her as she exits her room) Hang on! YOU are going to flip burgers?
Paradise: (shrugs) Whatever they have me do.
Michael: (follows her out, closing the door behind him) Where? Come on, where?
Terence Trent D'Arby on the Oldies station: Hang on 'til tomorrow I don't wanna hear you're late - Dance little sister don't give up today
(Thank you to Erebus for playing Michael Dylan. Join us next week for further adventures in Secret Lives!)
Whodini on the Oldies station: Friends
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxni-FM-UVA
Friends – how many of us have them? - Friends – ones we can depend on
Helen: (she, Cheri, and Tracy are sitting in the Samuels' living room drinking various warm drinks, a fire crackling in the fireplace, and Helen leaves the couch, going to the foyer when Dan Samuels enters, taking off his rain-soaked hat and coat) I'm so glad you're home! (hugging her husband) Are you all right?
Dan: (holding her) I'm okay, honey. What about you? I thought I told you to go to the hospital?
Helen: You said, if they told me I had to go, and they didn't. It's just a little bump, really. The ice might have tripped me up, but the snow softened the fall.
Whodini on the Oldies station: Is a word we use everyday - Most the time we use it in the wrong way
Cheri: I tried to get her to lie down, but she wouldn't hear of it.
Helen: As if anyone is going to get to sleep, tonight. I heard something about bodies in the woods?
Dan: I can't say much, because it's still under investigation, but we did find bodies. Right now, it appears that it was probably some kind of animal attack.
Whodini on the Oldies station: Because a friend is somebody you judge for yourself
Cheri: An animal?
Tracy: Like a bear?
Dan: Bear, puma maybe, something big. But that's all I'm going to say about it, for now. Until we figure out what's going on, I want everyone to stay out of the woods, and stay sharp when you're outside.
Helen: Do you think that's what I heard? Dan, was one of them a little girl? (sad and mortified)
Dan: (drawing her close again) No, honey. There wasn't any little girl, and the bodies had been there a little while, frozen, so you didn't hear anything from them.
Whodini on the Oldies station: Some you grew up with, around the way - And you're still real close too this very day
Helen: I guess it was just my imagination again?
Marcus: (standing just inside the treeline of the narrow strip of woods on the edge of the Samuels' backyard, watching the two couples inside the house) It wasn't your imagination, Helen, but you need to forget about that little girl. She's only going to bring you trouble. (the little girl steps into a dull patch of light cast by one of the Samuels' outdoor lights) There you are. I knew you'd come back, even though I warned you to stay away.
Whodini on the Oldies station: And then there's some we wish we never knew at all - And this list goes on, again and again
Girl: The Old Bird isn't going to get his way, this time.
Marcus: You said so before, little one, and look what happened.
Girl: Helen got away.
Marcus: But you didn't. Helen broke her promise to you.
Girl: It wasn't her fault. She forgot, that's all. She was so scared, she forgot, but she's starting to remember.
Marcus: You're putting her in danger by helping her remember. She's safer if she forgets.
Girl: (looking somberly at the house) No one is safe.
Whodini on the Oldies station: Or else I was at your house, or you was at mine - Then came the arguments and all kinds of problems
Dan: It might have been a kid playing a prank, honey. Some of the parents brought their younger kids to the rehearsal, too.
Helen: I hope none of the kids realized what was going on!
Dan: I have a feeling there are all kinds of rumors gong on right now, but I doubt the little kids are hearing much about it.
Helen: It's just so awful. (she rubbed her head)
Whodini on the Oldies station: Friends – before we go any further, let's be - Friends
Dan: I came home to check on you, and to get the theatre keys. The Staties have taken over the investigation and it's going to be an all-nighter, maybe longer. They're going to be using the theatre.
Helen: (nods) I understand. (she goes to her coat, hanging in the foyer, fishes keys from one of its pockets, and brings them to Dan) It's like a bad dream I can't wake up from.
Dan: For all of us, honey. (kisses her forehead) Thanks for bringing her home and staying with her. (to Cheri and Tracy) Where are the girls?
Tracy: We dropped Amber off with Paradise and Brad Dylan. Linda's looking after them, tonight.
Whodini on the Oldies station: She even had a set of keys to your home - And you shared mostly everything you owned
Cheri: Alex is upstairs with your girls. She and Holly were asking if Holly could stay the night with us.
Helen: I don't want to put the two of you out--
Cheri: Don't be dumb, chum. (she gives Helen a friendly, one-armed hug) I think the girls want to be with their friends tonight, with everything that's going on.
Helen: (nods) Okay, thank you.
Dan: Great, then you should be able to get some rest, without Hurricane Holly and Cyclone Stacy storming around.
Whodini on the Oldies station: But deep inside you know that's just another lie
Helen: (she, Cheri, and Tracy laugh at that) Dan, you're terrible. (gives him a playful stomach punch) I'll go tell the girls. (she leaves the living room, going upstairs)
Cheri: (after Helen's upstairs) Well, with the play on hold, she should be able to get some real rest.
Tracy: What about that little girl she keeps hearing?
Cheri: I truly think she is just overworked and overtired.
Tracy: And nothing to do with that "lost summer?"
Dan: Cheri.
Cheri: Don't be pissy, Dan, he's my husband. Wives talk to their husbands. And it's not like the whole town doesn't know the story.
Dan: I get that, but I also don't want a lot of new speculation going around about what might have happened to her.
Whodini on the Oldies station: But nevertheless, I'll say it again - That these are the people that we call friends
Helen: (coming downstairs) Are the three of you talking about me?
Dan: Only about how much we care about you.
Helen: (smiling suspiciously) Uh huh. Well, I care about all of you, too.
Whodini on the Oldies station: Friends – how many of us have them? - Friends – before we go any further, let's be - Friends
(Thank you to Erebus for having way too much fun playing Dan Samuels. -giggles- )
Have a low-energy render. Some of these are based on real things, which is unusual for me.
Back row: T-35 heavy tank, T-40 medium tank, T-26 light tank
Front row: ML-20 152mm howitzer, QF 25-pounder 87mm field gun, 45mm AT gun. Arctic infantry uniform, ski trooper, regular infantry uniform, and shock trooper.
P&Qs:
Heavy Tank:
1x75mm gun, +0
2x45mm gun
75mm sloped armor, +2
45kmh, +1
Uncomfy, -1
Plus sized, -1
Overworked crew, -1
Overheats, -1
High combat endurance, +1
Medium Tank:
75mm gun, +0
60mm sloped armor, +1
55kmh, +0
Uncomfy, -1
Overheats, -1
High combat endurance, +1
Light Tank:
45mm gun, +0
20mm armor, +0
75kmh, +2
Overworked crew, -1
Overheats, -1
I am Paul, the overworked octopus, too many predictions, all guess work and gas work. I am tired, removed my hat and resting in the attic. I was a busy bee pridicting foot ball winners.
I am no more. Did any of my admirers shed one or two tears fro me?
Coleton Fishacre is a National Trust Property in Kingswear, Devon. Built in the mid nineteen twenties by the D'oyly Cartes as a holiday home. They made a fortune from the Savoy Hotel with the help of overworked slaves and from Opera.
Some new books. I recommend The Nao of Brown by Glyn Dillon its one of the best graphic novels I've read in a long time. The artwork of beautifully imagined watercolours combined with a story set in our present day somehow shows a real insight into well, life so by the end I put into done with a sigh and a deep breath.
Paris Sketchbook is the second book I've got by Fabrice Moireau. He draws and paints so accurately and with freedom I can never figure out how he does this, especially with drawing building is easy to get caught up in details so your picture can end up overworked, Fabrice's work has a freedom and a joy in each place he paints.
I've been aware that I've been using art pens (Faber Castell) for ages one down side is that the quality of line is too regular. So this is an attempt to try out dip pens for a change, these are Deleter pens which are manga supplies imported from Japan.
With only 3 PVL's left in service it is almost the end for these buses with Plymouth Citybus. Y814 TGH (442) is seen passing X504 EGK (440) on it's way to operate a 43 to Ernesettle. These deckers in the last month or so have rarely seen night time action and I feel this is going to be my last long exposure of two in service side by side, even if one is moving. Whilst I enjoy their Enviro 400 replacements this winter is not going to feel the same being able to warm up on the overworked Volvo engines.
After rescuing the scientist that designed the Joker, a few updates were able to be made to the design, it turns out that the stability issues that it presented were just part of its strengths, the motors that provide mobility move at excessive speed, hence the incredible amount of energy consumption, and this is also the reason why only the pilot could control it, since the pilot has a heart decease that overworks the heart, and what seemed like panic attacks, where just his body working at overspeed, and this mix of mech and pilot, gave birth to the Joker as we know it.
It is equipped with a Spear called "The Grin" capable of piercing with enormous force and change to "casting mode" where it shoots charged blast from its core.
Additional mobility was added with its dual boost located on the lower back, allowing for extra speed and limited flight.
And with the scientist rescued, they were also able to reproduce in a more stable way the M-Frame, renaming it the MR-Frame, which is the base of 4 more mechs built, which are piloted by fellow mercenaries, with great skills, these 5 mechs are collectively called "Royal Flush"
-- Build Notes --
So after a LOOOOONG break, I saw that Lu updated his Re-Frame with a pilot cabin, and that made me want to modify my already modified version of his frame, the M-Frame, which I just called the MR-Frame, so it is definitely inspired by him, and the build is meant to live on his fictional universe.
I call the MR-Frame a poor man's frame, since it uses less pieces and some easier to find, but it does it's job. the arms and the legs are going to be different on each build so I don't consider them part of the new frame.
I used the joker for this update since it was the only mech I still had that resembled the shape and build I wanted, and I think it looks better now and I truly believe this is the definitive form, now with a pilot.
The decision to add a robot sidekick was inspired by nier: automatam. it works the same way it does on the game, it provides range weapons so that the mech can focus on melee attacks.
So after this Huge wall of text, I hope you like this re-build and stay tuned, tomorrow I'll post the Mech I decided to call "king".
*A cold winter wind howls outside. This is the apartment of Delbert Billings, once a famous villain, Spellbinder, and now a best selling writer. He uses a cane now, having lost his leg trying to save a group of orphans from Killer Croc. He's just returned from the soup kitchen when he finds a welcome sight waiting for him. It's the ever beautiful Tiger Moth. Billings smiles warmly, and hands the lady a glass of wine*
Billings- Miranda Gaige, what a surprise... What brings you here? How's that ridiculous husband of yours?
Miranda- He's in prison. Good riddance. I caught him with Gar and *sniff* It's awful Del.
Billings- Sssh my darling, Sssh. You must have seen the signs, no?
Miranda- Course I did! Tights, wings... he even baked cakes... You must think I'm an idiot...
Billings- You? Never. Forget Drury, he never could appreciate you. Not like me.
*He places his hand on her bare legs, and softly rubs it*
Miranda- Del! Someone could see!
Billings- Let them watch.
*They lock lips in a beautiful display of passion, rolling... dancing even across the floor, and then a voice calls out, an arrogant, irritated voice "For the love of- Cut!"
The Spellbinder takes off his mask, revealing an underpayed, overworked actor. Tiger Moth's actress grabs a dressing gown from off the set and covers up the skimpy outfit Billings has made her wear. The actor sighs, asking wearily "What is it now Del?"*
Billings- Where to start! Let's talk about that stilted acting, you're a super seducer, act like it! Next, the camera work, I've never seen anything more sloppy Simms. And the worst offender? Lynns! Where were the gel filters? I wanted a nice orange glow!
*Gar has been working on Billings' monstrosity for two months. Often he's had to leave Josie with Miranda to meet Billings' ridiculous shooting times. It's been a nightmare. Hundreds of takes. A never-ending cycle. The one time he brought his daughter along, Billings called her an It. It's not exactly glamorous, but he needs the money, even if it means dealing with the director's outbursts and a script that portrays him and his friends as losers*
Gar- Personally, I think it looked better without the gels, what are we making here, a sex tape or something?
Billings- I stopped listening after you said "personally." This is my movie Lynns, understand? Stabilise that lighting rig while you're at, don't want it crushing our leads... I'm not filling out another one of those damn forms!
Gar- Look, Del-
Billings- Spellbinder! Call me Spellbinder.
Gar- Right, you brought me on for my expertise, you're not a film technician, so let me do what I want to do. I don't tell you how to write your pornos, don't tell me how to do my work.
Billings- Yeah... No. You're lucky I'm even hiring an ex-con.
Gar- *You're* an ex-con, you mo-
Billings- An ex-con with a best selling book. And a face. Where are my gels?!
Technician- Coming Mr Spellbinder!
Billings- Raincheck on this scene! We're doing the Spider one!
*Off set, another actor comes out wearing a blue and red suit most likely bought from Target*
Gar- That's a Spider-Man suit... You ain't even gonna paint it black, huh? For fucks... Even I know Spider-Man had a black suit!
Billings- Costs too much. This is better. I did ask LaMonica, but he didn't want to hand his over... Say, where's your pal these days, Rigger, the-
Gar- Arkham. He's in Arkham.
Billings- How fucking inconsiderate of him... You don't have a Firebug suit we can borrow?
Gar- No. No I don't.
Billings- Urgh... we'll work something out. Give our Combs those fairy wings! We start in ten!
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*Drury Walker came home from work tired and smelling vaguely of fudge. Between the factory and his research, he wasn't getting any sleep. The remaining time he had was spent protesting. It was only a matter of time before the Strike Force would come for him, he knew that. But if he could make a difference, save the Misfits from further torment that's what he would do. He hung up his coat, and went down to his cave. So far he had nothing, nothing he could use to force an immediate release of Chuck, Len or the others. But he *was* working. Chancer was quick to agree to help, searching for blueprints of Arkham- a last resort. If they weren't going to be released, Drury would have to break them out. But, then he thought of his family. He couldn't do that to them again. Couldn't leave. Couldn't become a fugitive. And he certainly couldn't do it to Gar and his kid...
That night he went outside. There was someone he needed to see, to clear his conscience and know he was doing the right thing. One of *his* people. He knocked on the door and waited. He wasn't sure, but he reckoned there was a camera watching him. So he spoke, from the heart*
Drury- Hi... Look, I know we, uh... heh, have history. But I could really use your advice. I've been... struggling. Dark thoughts... can barely- doesn't matter, it was Music Meister would you believe? Ha! But the thing is, it comes back to you, because... Because I know that... this is my fault. It's been bothering me for a while. I'd just like to say-
*A mechanical whirring comes from the other side of the door, and a woman opens it. She's young, but in her life she's seen a lot. She brushes aside her red hair, and smiles*
Drury- Sorry.
Not the greatest photo, but I got a kick out of this when I saw it in a shop window in Georgetown, TX. Every spring when the bluebonnets bloom in central Texas, young families drag their kids out to get photographed sitting in a field of Bluebonnets - one of the most overworked "things to do" in Texas, and to me a rather tired cliche. So I chuckled at this image of a Texas Longhorn sitting in just such a field, and I could not help feeling that the photographer must be a kindred spirit, lol.
Melbourne is one of the Hay Fever capitals of the world with regular sneezing, prickly eyes and running noses as the pollen circulates. While many people may have Rye Grass allergies there are many more allergies, including dust. However, the rain and thunderstorm asthma outbreaks in Spring can be really disastrous for some, including our overworked and mismanaged Emergency Call service for Ambulances. These Catkins flowering on the trees at the Royal Exhibition Gardens are also very hay fever inducing with small airborne pollen. QUT Allergy Group professor Janet Davies "said the increased pollen levels this season were likely driven by high rainfall during the La Niña weather pattern," ABC Article earlier this year -https://www.abc.net.au/news/2022-04-12/record-high-pollen-season-in-brisbane-canberra/100974880
Due to the fiasco with the new re-built units, the remaining units are being overworked till they drop.
Born: November 6, 1335
Died: May 22, 1377
Petronella was a muggle-born witch from York, England. She attended Hogwarts between 1347 and 1355 and was sorted into Ravenclaw. As a young woman, her muggle family was claimed by the black death while she was in school. Their deaths and the deaths of many other muggles drove her to become a healer in hopes that she could prevent such a plague from ever sweeping through the magical world. Magical England, however, still had a fair share of problems, as many modern spells and potions had not yet been invented, making the jobs of healers at the time much more difficult than it is in the modern day.
After serving as a general healer in York for several years, she took a job as a healer at Hogwarts. The untimely deaths of the Matron and several other staff soon pushed her into the role. As Matron of Hogwarts, she quickly became disillusioned and irritated with students who regularly injured themselves doing the same kinds of stupid stunts that modern students also pull. Given the difficulty healing them, many injuries left permenent or long-term effects. Others resulted in death. To ward students away from hurting themselves so seriously, she would often predict their deaths, becoming a rather grim figure. Still, she was satisfied with the work she did and felt her warnings were meaningful. She also worked on new potions to cure the more difficult diseases and problems she encountered.
Matron Selwyn died in the Hospital Wing while working on a cure for an unknown disease she had contracted. Unwilling to rest or to allow the Potions Master to help, she overworked herself and passed just before she could add what she thought would be the key ingredient to her cure. The fact that she couldn't cure herself and thoughts that students would go back to their irresponsible ways without her kept her from moving on.
The ghost of Petronella Selwyn is generally found in the Hospital Wing and adjoining areas, giving her dire predictions on the conditions of students, recounting all of the horrible diseases and injuries she's seen, and giving outdated medical advice to the healers.
Sindy fashion The Hot Hot Collection.
Fashion Mixer 2: Flamenco Skirt, sold in these three variations with a teddy bear print.
Fashion Mixer 2: Twin tops, sold in six variations. Two tops in each pack.
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Models from left to right:
City Girl 1987 - Kim
Ballerina 1987 - Pim
My First Sindy 1987 - Dim
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(From left to right) Kim, Pim and Dim tried to focus on the somewhat unnerving Tim AKA Big Chicken, who wavered the camera around in front of them.
Tim: I haven't been able to sleep properly and nobody gives me coffee when I want it and I'm not sure there's any film in this camera…
Kim: Poor lad. I think you're overworked with all the construction going on. Perhaps you should take a few days off...
Pim: I'm pretty sure we don't use film in the modern cameras.
Tim:...…. who's there? Oh, models. Line up.
Dim: My hair is itchy. I just had it blow dried at Salon Style.*
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*If you've seen what happened in the dance studio,
you know why.
After preparing for a visit from a friend for the next three days, I went to the local arboretum . I was tired but enjoyed doing this, trying hard not to overwork it. I know I will not be drawing while company is here! They have decorated it with pumpkins, even though the grass and everything is still green, except for lack of rain. Maybe tomorrow?
Another title might be, "Less is More," as the larger this image is magnified the poorer the quality. I wanted to see if I could capture light coming through very thin orange slices. This represents close to eight hours of transferring the image onto the watercolor paper with a graphite pencil; then adding color from a pallette that has been sitting silent for about 3 years...drying.
The painting, I think, is acceptable in this small format, but when magnified to larger, or original size, the massive amount of overworking I did shows quickly.
I think with fresh paints, I would have been able to achieve the dark background without the many layers this one required. Also, I wanted the foreground in a light, sap green with reflections coming off the slices. It didn't work out too well when I realized the shadows had to be as dark as they are. Overall, here, it looks ok. I'll post it and see what falls out.
Thanks to Wagner Compelo for permission to paint his photograph which can be found here: www.flickr.com/photos/wcampelo/277720869/.
Reading is right up there on the list of favs with painting.
I overworked this and used a too garish palette so I blasted it with a spray bottle, added spatter and salt ... so it looks kind of old and weathered. it would be worth doing again fresher, looser and with better yellows and shade colors. But fun, fun, fun ... all the same!
Watercolor and sepia ink.
Blogged at: thehappypainter22.blogspot.com/
Sea Stacks, Bandon Beach, Oregon.
This image was shot during the early morning hours. At this time, these sea stacks were perfectly lit up with an orange glow. The early morning sun was casting long shadows over the beach and the sky started to brighten up with a typical blue hue. I used a HDR image for the foreground that provided the realistic sharp image I was looking for. For the sky, I used a frame that was under exposed two stops. I composited these two images in normal blend mode in CS6. For a change, I did not overwork this image and I left it as real as I could. A lonely photographer (DW) gave a much needed scale to this image!
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Today I’m busy again with overwork ... few few time to stay on flickr, sorry...
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much better large size and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero
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I spent 7 nights and 8 days in London in August with my family, Tiziano and Giulia and their families.
I’m trying to show 100 shots that I’ve made there, that represent my “London point of view”.
12 August:
Westminster/Big Ben/House of Parliament
Westminster Abbey (it’s strictly forbidden to take pics)
Westminster bridge
Southbank
London eye
Boat to tower
Tower hill
Covent Garden
■ Trafalgar square
Pall Mall
Regent Street
Piccadilly circus
Paddington
Thanks for all your kind comments to my last photos …
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.or perhaps you prefer dead......not dead sexy...just dead.
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Had no ideas tonight.
Felt like I needed to do something after yesterday's normality.
Saw The Rogue Players had 'Tim Burton tributes' up.
How can I resist that...The Nightmare Before Xmas is perhaps one of my favorite movies in this world....
So somehow....THIS happened...not sure what it's about, but the funniest part was when my hubby sat there studying me, and his only comment was "your stitches are farther onto your left boob than your right one".
haha. Such great attention to detail, of course. ;-)
This is a result of too much processing, by the way...I get carried away with toning, and layers and yada yada.....good grief, right?!?
*wink* Hope ya'll have a great one
I'm off for pizza and a movie. woot woo!
xo
Random Fact du jour: I have a thing for hands, arms and chests on a guy.
Not into butts, or big muscles (though can't complain) but what does it for me is a firm grip, defined arms, and a chest I wanna just lay my head on.
Other particulars are good but *ahem* well....we just won't go there, will we.......
Not the best form of antidote for someone who's had flu-like symptoms the last few days...
With another weekend of southern GEML work in the can, GB Railfreight Class 66 diesel locomotive 66757 'West Somerset Railway' passes Elsenham working on 6T64 14:10 Channelsea Jn to Whitemoor Yard L.D.C Gbrf 10/02/19
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I’m really really busy with overwork, sorry...
I’ll try to catch up as soon as I can...
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much better large size and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero
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I spent 7 nights and 8 days in London in August with my family, Tiziano and Giulia and their families.
I’m trying to show 100 shots that I’ve made there, that represent my “London point of view”.
15 August:
■ Notting Hill & Portobello Road
Camden Town & Market
South Kensington
Science & Geological Museums
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Just guessing... lovely summer afternoon in Denmark... peace, quietness... brain/heart/soul overworking? :-)
A time when it seemed things would last either for ever, or certainly a lot longer than they actually did.
The Deltics dominated the scene on the ECML after steam bowed out in the 1960's. There was the much recycled claim that 22 Deltics replaced 55 steam locos, although this is disputed. I think it was in the book by Mr Fiennes, and it isn't a claim that stands scrutiny.
There were a considerable number of 95mph Class 47's around on Eastern Region and they were expected to cover for a Deltic if necessary - something of a challenge given the greater power and 100mph of the Class 55's.
The Deltics were the frontline motive power for years on the fast long distance expresses and if a 47 was called upon to perform well on the tight timings it could be problematical.
I had the interesting experience on one such service when the 47 was, unusually to be fair, well below the usual standard and the service suffered accordingly. It was the up Aberdonian and the loco couldn't cope.
It was an interesting year for 47 haulage according to my records. A quick look to see which 47 it was, and I also discovered an excursion train to Teignmouth had the 47 fail at Taunton. A 31 dragged us to Exeter and a Peak took over and dropped us, finally, at Teignmouth. The same Peak must have dumped the 47 at Newton Abbot and the same Peak took us back as far as Birmingham.
A 31 in the West. Horrific!
Anyway. the Deltics performed well for years even if Doncaster Works did have them as regular visitors with low availability being noted in a history of the type.
So if 22 Deltics did replace 55 steam locos and had consistently low availability as suggested, it would seem that 55 were replaced by fewer than 22.
Hard working engines indeed, or the steam ones were not overworked in the first place.
By Princess Maleiha B. Candao
I found this photo in my yahoo group. You can see the innocent eyes of a child who is struggling in the face of poverty. His hands are overworked and his mind is imprisoned by the need to help his parents meet their basic needs for survival.
"Sabi ng isa.."nag-iigib lang ng tubig" ay "poverty" na?
Ang nakita niya kasi ay ang mga sisidlan ng tubig,
hindi niya nababanaag ang "sigaw ng saklolo" sa mga
matang nakakaawa...
Tumingin nga ng bahagya sa nakatago mong
konsensiya"
Yep, definitely a bad guy. I'm not sure if I overworked the torso area, I mean, his name is Maniac, it's supposed to look a little unhinged I guess...
Some of you may remember a photo shoot I did with my friend, Lauren, at a theatre in Switzerland. It was several months ago on day 162 of my 365 project. The reason for the shoot was because I wanted to create an image just like this one... just because.
This image was shot with my Nikon D90 and a combination of studio and theatrical lighting and then crafted in Photoshop CS5 with a pass through Noiseware SE at the end. The original image I shot is shown in the comments below.
You may be wondering why it took so long? Well, shortly after I shot the initial image(s), I moved out of Switzerland, went back to the U.S. for a few months, moved to Malta, got settled before heading back to the States for work and the holidays and then finally returned to Malta to my beloved quad-core with plenty of RAM so I could create this 41 layer, 150MB (in .psd) image. It gives me a valid five month excuse in the middle of the time between the shoot and now. Really. ;) In the interim, I enlisted the aid of this young lady who graciously shot some photos of her dolls in the position of the model so I could layer the joints into the image.
Cheers to the lovely model, Lauren, for working with me on this, ambernaddy for being so gracious and willing to take the doll photos for me and Toni and Stuart for talking me off the ledge when I was on the verge of overworking the piece earlier this evening.
Outfits: Anisia Nemeth
Model: Petia
Photo by me
I shot this a while ago for Anisia's thesis but overworked it just yesterday...
Little blue friend.
I took this shot in manual mode with an aperture of f/3.6 for 1/125sec and the image was lit by an led macro light held above the bottle. The background is white copy paper bent to form a continuous backdrop.
I heard about vaporub being used on feet at night to relieve coughing when you have a cold etc. So having come down with a cold and coughing all night I thought I'd give it a go, to my surprise it worked and I got a good nights sleep, not sure why but it got me curious if it had any other uses and this is what I found.
1. Decongest Your Chest
The most common use of Vicks is to decongest your chest and throat area. When applied to the upper chest, it provides excellent relief of cough and congestion symptoms.
2. On Your Tootsies
Applying Vicks to your feet provides nighttime cough relief. Generously rub VapoRub all over your feet and cover them with socks. Within moments your cough will subside—in the morning you’ll wake up a new, hacking free woman.
3. Achy Breaky Muscles
Vicks relieves sore, overworked muscles. It increases circulation and provides almost instant aid. Use a generous portion and apply it all over the aching area. (Be sure to warn your bedmate as the stench can ensure a nookie-free night.)
4. Get Rid of Nasty Nail Fungus
Rub VapoRub on your toenails if you suspect you have a fungus. Within days, the nail will turn dark—this means the Vicks is killing the fungus. As your toenail grows out, the dark part will grow off and you will have fungus-free feet. Keep applying the ointment over a period of two weeks to fully cleanse nail beds of any remaining bacteria.
5. Stop Your Cat from Scratching
Cats are notorious for scratching every hard surface they get their claws on. To prevent Miss Kitty from ruining your doors, walls, and windows, apply a small amount of VapoRub to these areas. Cats detest the smell and will steer clear. Vicks can also be applied to your arms and legs if your kitty is prone to scratching you.
6. Pet Pee-Pee Deterrent
If your dog or cat is not yet potty trained, put an open bottle of Vicks on the area he or she likes to mark as their territory. The smell will discourage them from lifting their legs and wetting your rug.
7. Headaches Be Gone
Rub a small amount of Vicks VapoRub on your temples and forehead to help relieve headaches. The mentholated scent will release pressure in your head and instantly relieve pain.
8. Humidify Your Sleep
Vicks VapoRub can be used in special types of humidifiers and vaporizers. Ensure your humidifier has an aromatherapy compartment before using. The humidifier will circulate Vicks throughout the air and keep you breathing easy all night long.
9. Paper Cuts and Splinters
To prevent infection and speed up healing time, dab a small amount of Vicks on any small cut or splinter.
10. Ticks and Bugs
If you get bitten by a tick, apply Vicks immediately. The strong odor might help get the critter to release itself and stop bugging you.
11. Reek-free Racehorses
Professional racers smother VapoRub under the nostrils of racehorses on race day. The strong stench deters the stallions from the alluring odor of the female pony and keeps them focused on the race.
12. Go Away Mosquitoes
Vicks wards off mosquitoes. Apply small dabs of Vicks VapoRub to your skin and clothes and mosquitoes will steer clear. If you do get bitten, apply Vicks to the area and cover it with a Band-Aid to relieve itching.
According to WebMD, there have been a few complications in children when Vicks is used inappropriately. A few children reacted negatively and ended up hospitalized when Vicks was applied directly under the nose. Though this is extremely rare and only happens to those who are sensitive to Vicks, consumers should use caution when applying it to the face or on young children.
Even though its strong stench may cost me a few friendships, I am definitely heading to the nearest drugstore to stock up on this little blue smelly bottle. After all, I never know the next time I’ll have a headache, or am heading to the racetrack.
Information sourced from www.divinecaroline.com/self/wellness/twelve-surprising-us...
Didn´t know if I should post this, it is very overworked in PSE but still, I like it. The original was very light and with strange colors.. Anyway, I told Simon to look towards the sun so it would be more light in his eyes, that´s why he´s looking like this. =)
Yashica-Mat 124
Kodak Portra 160VC expired 12/2002
First stages of the painting, there are certain effects that I quite like and don't want to overwork it, acrylic on stretched canvas.
A mother's work is never done and when her workload starts to overwhelm her the solution is near at hand. All Mom has to do is have a friend take her iPad and take an image of her using PHOTO BOOTH. Voila! Two moms for the price of one and her work has been cut in half.
"There is something about jumping a horse over a fence, something that makes you feel good. Perhaps it's the risk, the gamble. In any event it's a thing I need."
~ William Faulkner
Today, after a two-week break, I decided not to overwork and instead went for a short hike to the nearby hills.
In the photo, there's a fence that once marked the hiking route. Along the way, I encountered many abandoned and overturned logs.
I primarily used my Fuji X-E2 with a 56mm lens (I also had the X-T2 with a 27mm in my bag, but it didn't work well today).
My experience with Fuji cameras remains consistent – they are outstanding.
Last week, I went on two walks with the Panasonic GX80 and Olympus E-M10 II. While these cameras are enjoyable to use and produce nice photos, I feel much more engaged, focused, and satisfied with the results when using Fujifilm gear.
After using other (than Fuji) brands, I often feel like I've missed the opportunity to capture scenes exactly as I envision them.
IPad brushes June 2016 A daily record of a woodland that I've been familiar with for 34 years. It is good to record these places in a very personal way come rain or shine. I like to see the place without making anything picturesque, rather setting down what's before me at different times of day and not overworking each piece, keeping it spontaneous and fresh. Inspired by Charles Burchfield and Emily Carr among others. In some ways a pendant to my Simon's wood series and to be part of my Looking Out exhibition.
"A Conversation Piece" 2x48x42 spraypaint and household latex on wooden board.
This piece is more on the conceptual side of things for me. I often think about public views on graffiti culture a lot, which is why I appropriated the saying “If the walls could talk” as a starting point that draws in the most common person. One of the things that’s most interesting about graffiti is how messages or names appear, and are removed. new ones appear, and are removed again. This back and forth interaction is often never documented or appreciated, it just comes and goes and we forget about the story that is always ongoing. I chose the following message in the piece “Then what would we see” to illustrate what I was discussing was a visual thing, that we see the walls talking versus hearing them. I wanted the painting to have a transparent feel to it, almost as though the viewer would be reading right through the painting to the bare wood underneath. In the street when graffiti is removed its often just painted over with solid colour. I wanted to mimic this idea, but also show what was once underneath at the same time, blurring the layers of application. the first markings I made on the board are as leveled and relevent as the final marks. It was pretty tricky for me to wrap my head around my own idea and how I was going to pull it off. The process was very touch and go with little room for error, the whole time doing it I felt as though it would be really easy to overwork the painting. I didnt expect it to turn out the way it did but I think it came out better than I had imagined.
Process shots here: www.suemenow.com/blog/post-up-ayden-gallery
By sidekick, I’m probably meant migraines.
Darn. I wake up with one of the biggest headaches ever, probably with too much beer last night. Overworked and overslept. At least I’m in my jammies for now. Sonny bounces back and forth, eventually jumping up to me for a couple licks.
“That’s alright boy...I’ll get you outside later. Let me wash up first...”
It takes me 10 minutes to do everything, including a quick shower. After breakfast, I quickly get dressed. Then the computer starts talking.
VIVA: “Good morning sir.”
Multi: “Y’know you’re really starting to sound like Jarvis as if I was Tony Stark. But good morning anyways.”
VIVA: “Rough night, sir?”
Multi: “As you can tell after I plugged you off for power saving mode...that was...4 A.M. right?”
VIVA: “Correct sir. You have 20 missed calls from Doc.”
Multi: “Great. A great way to start the day. I must be a lucky bastard. And just....take care of the dog and let him outside.”
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Multi: “What’s up?”
Doc: “What do you mean what’s up? I got worried for a while after you left.”
Multi: “You sound like my mother. Unless you’re substituting for a step parent, but I don’t have the forms.”
Doc: “Very funny.”
Multi: “I’m old enough, beyond a hundred, yes. I’m probably late for work as well.”
Doc: “Aren’t you self employed?”
Multi: “Oh sheez, yes. Keep talking on the phone man.”
Doc: “Let me guess, coffee with wine poured last night, then a slew of beers?”
Multi: “You’re totally a mind reader bud. What’s the case going?”
Doc: “Investigations. I know you love investigations. Want me to prep a pack for a head start?”
Multi: “I love you man. I shoulda send postcards for your wife too.”
Doc: “First, I’m not married, never will. Second, it’s about those kids. They’re starting to behave worse, those symptoms. If the criminals have the cure, bring it back. I’ll brief you more later. Gotta work.”
Multi: “Aight.”
I take my headphones off and switch it to the music player while my other hand keeps the bicycle going. Almost forgot to mention that I’m a freelancer as well, specialising in a lot of stuff. I own a company with at least 25 employees. To be honest, almost everyone is a good friend of mines, which includes Doc. Doc’s a guy who shifts on and off (him being in the crowd as well). This explains how I’m good at switching my identity easily.
By the time I arrive, it’s already 11. People are already working like it’s a battlefield. I make my watch go invisible as I control my hand opening the door inside. Oof. Ryan spots me. Too late.
Ryan: “Jon? What’s going on? You’re late.”
Jon: “Come on, give me a break. I had migraines from working on the proposal plan last night. Hungover.”
Ryan: “Ugh. Well, meeting’s about to start in 5. I’ll get ya hot tea then.”
Jon: “Thanks bud.”
*5 minutes later*
Everyone: Morning boss.”
Jon: “Alright guys, y’all sit. How’s the situation going since 8:30?”
Zoe: “Shipment’s being handled well.”
Jon: “Great. So the trade deal is going through. Jerry? Nick?”
Jerry: “Researched the sniper rifles as well. Nick spent like, 3 days working on the tech. It’s really interesting.”
Nick: “Yeah boss. I’m frigging tired in that one. Extraction from metal pieces—-kinda killing me but it’s fun.”
Jon: “Ok dude. Take half the day off. It’s your birthday. Tiffany? Jacky? Hazel?”
Jacky: “Transitions running smoothly.”
Hazel: “Culture investments. I almost slipped halfway through early on but I’m stable.”
Tiffany: “Still waiting on the purchase for sound equipment.”
Jon: “Great work. Catherine?”
Cath: “Just the usual.”
Jon: “Alright. We’ll keep discussing on the future plans...”
*1 hour and 15 minutes later*
Meeting’s done. Phew. I guess my friends have gone back to their stations for work. The rest probably went out for lunch. I usually give em one hour because I’m a good boss, heh. I just sit in my room, looking at the headlights while I’m just tapping my fork on the leftover chicken penne I just reheated.
Slowly, I take a deep look into the investigations Doc had complied. Some of my crew had gone out looking for that kind of info. I’d refer to us also being P.I.s because we do have licenses and stuff. The case has gone out to the public and since I’m one of the heroes in the city, I’m always up to solve and crack one. After few more minutes of staring out, I dive into my hot lunch and give Doc a call while I resume the computer’s functions.
Doc: “Lunch break right now. I’m in a hurry and I can’t talk for long. Patient with liver transfer is waiting.”
Jon: “Right. I’ve sent some of my crew for investigating. I did some research on my own. Probably will do a bust tonight.”
Doc: “Ok. I might take early off tonight and I’ll stand by waiting. Stitches and stuff, remember?”
Jon: “The suit up part is easy....but I’m about to tell you something....something I got last night. The email.”
Doc: “There’s a lotta emails in my inbox. Spam, medical, insurance, all types of stuff. Whatcha looking for?”
Jon: “Check the one I sent while you were sorta mad at me and still on the phone this morning.”
Doc: “Well played...hold on. I have it. It’s the same type of stuff I received.”
Jon: “Look inside. It’s more than a invitation. There’s a code as well.”
Doc: “Darn. There is. What do you think it is then?”
Multi: “Probably something that’s a secret hideout location? Ok, listen, I can crack it but you gotta do it for me. You got skills bro.”
Doc: *scoffs*: So this is the part where you really need me.”
Jon: “Alright, yes and yes. Please.”
Doc: “I’ll see what I can do. But get ready for tonight.”
Jon: “Atta doc.”
(Phone hangs up)
I sigh once again, staring into my computer. But now I’m going deep into thought...then my empty lunchbox.
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There was a time....where it was on the brink of lovely stuff...until it came. Until I brought my apprentice to fight against the enemies. We were on the verge of the last stand....losing. The rebels didn’t fare well either.
Multi: “We have to get back! We already have what we need and came for!”
Apprentice: “I’m not leaving this without a fight!”
Multi: “The fight’s already erupted far enough! We have to run away as far as we can!”
Apprentice: “Save them, Mr. Sharp. Save them! You still have time for the villagers!”
Multi: “Don’t pull this on me, kiddo....”
Apprentice: “When I tell you to leave, you leave! Please listen to me for once, sensei!”
Multi: “No!”
Apprentice: “Do you want two dead bodies to be found by them? Do you want more sacrifices? I know you don’t, but leave....go as far away as you can! He’s getting closer....”
Multi: “Charlie! No!”
And with a blink of an eye, Charlie was gone.
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I wake up from the quick shock from my dream. I found my head drenched in sweat, but at least it isn’t my body sweating much. I look at my watch, as if an hour has already passed. Catherine knocks on my door as I put my lunchbox away.
Cath: “Boss? Are you alright? Do you need some rest?”
Jon: “No Cath...I’m fine. I’m probably tired...from alcohol. Just say what you have to.”
Cath: “Ok, because I have the logistics from....”
At this point, I’m thinking to myself. How much trauma and dreams like that would appear randomly? How long can this go on? Jeez, I don’t know if I’ll survive tonight....
*note: the employees’ names are real, and are based off on my friends back in my last year of kindergarten, according to recent memory I’ve met and reunited with a few. Just thought it’d be a fun Easter egg to throw in haha.
I think that should be the name of my business because I'm always trying to make something out of nothing. This was an unplanned candid I grabbed quick as Ellie paused at the top of a big hill, waiting for me to watch her roll down it. It was underexposed and flat, but I felt like saving it. It looks overworked to me now, but who cares. Sow's ear or silk purse, It's going in her album anyway. :)
M31 - The Andromeda Galaxy.
Andromeda was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, king and queen of Aethiopia.
Cassiopeia, having boasted herself equal in beauty to the Nereids, drew down the vengeance of Poseidon, who sent an inundation on the land and a sea-monster, which destroyed man and beast. The oracle of Ammon announced that no relief would be found until the king exposed his daughter Andromeda to the monster, so she was fastened to a rock on the shore.
Perseus, returning from having slain the Gorgon, found Andromeda, slew the monster, set her free, and married her in spite of Phineus, to whom she had before been promised. At the wedding a quarrel took place between the rivals, and Phineus was turned to stone by the sight of the Gorgon's head.
Andromeda followed her husband to Tiryns in Argos, and became the ancestors of the family of the Perseidae through Perseus' and Andromeda's son, Perses. Perseus and Andromeda had six sons (Perseides): Perses, Alcaeus, Heleus, Mestor, Sthenelus, and Electryon, and one daughter, Gorgophone. Their descendants ruled Mycenae from Electryon down to Eurystheus, after whom Atreus got the kingdom, and include the great hero Heracles. According to this mythology, Perses is the ancestor of the Persians.
After her death she was placed by Athena amongst the constellations in the northern sky, near Perseus and Cassiopeia. Sophocles and Euripides made the story the subject of tragedies. The tale is represented in numerous ancient works of art.
Andromeda is represented in the northern sky by the constellation Andromeda which contains the Andromeda Galaxy.
source: Wikipedia.org
Not perfect but quite allright for being the first.. =)
It might be a bit overworked maybe but I wanted to show the pretty thing with as much detail as possible against a black sky, I know it has trailed a little but that's nothing I could do anything about.
Thanks to "Svelo" for letting me use his guiding tripod (his site is here www.flickr.com/photos/svelo)
Exposure Time: 10 minutes 42 seconds
Focal Length: 300mm (x 1.5)
Aperture: f/4.5
ASA speed: 200
Camera: Nikon D70s
Lens: Nikkor 300/4.5
Software: Adobe Photoshop
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Today I’m busy with overwork & out of office, sorry...
I've only the time for post another shot of mine "London in my eyes"...
I'll catch up as soon as possible...
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I spent 7 nights and 8 days in London in August with my family, Tiziano and Giulia and their families.
I’m trying to show 100 shots that I’ve made there, that represent my “London point of view”.
13 August:
The Mall
St. James Park
■ Buckingham palace
Changing of the Guard
Green Park
Clarence House
St. James Palace
Savile Row
Fortnum & Mason
Carnaby Street/Soho
Oxford Street
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