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Looking back to 2012, we were hiking in Newfoundland's spectacular landscape. There's a sign at the bottom of this trail that warns hikers that if you can't see the top, turn back. It goes on to caution that it's easy to become disoriented when the weather turns and risk falling of a cliff. Fortunately, we had an amazing day but we did hear of someone having to be helicopered off after blowing out a knee.
It takes a bit of effort to climb up the rocky scree (visible behind the hikers) pretending to be a trail and I have to admit my legs were a bit rubbery when we reached the summit. The fellow accompanying his girlfriend coming up behind us had a timely, "NEED OXYGEN" logo on his shirt. We didn't need oxygen but some frosty Quidi Vidi Iceberg beer in fluorescent blue bottles sure did go down well after the descent.
Since Cryptid and the Wolves dragged me back to a med unit, I had been laying in bed, recovering. Several more attempts had been made on my life. The CO insisted that a guard be posted at the entrance of the med tent, but I didn't trust my life to some GI. I had begun sleeping with a knife under my pillow, and after more gas attacks, an oxygen tank. After the medics bandaged me up, I donned my armor once again. That too, I had begun sleeping in. I trusted no one, and was always wary. The flashbacks had stopped, possibly due to the intense stress I was under. Hopefully, it stayed that way. Man, I can't wait to get out in the field again, miles away from everything except those I trust. Anything would be better than this living hell I was in. Wait. What was that? There was a noise outside.
A masked face peered around the corner; I threw one of my knives. The face ducked back at the last second, as the knife ripped a hole in the far side of the tent. "Come on and finish it, you bastard!" i yelled, hatred and fury dripping from my voice. I heard the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. Thus it went, night after night. I hardly slept anymore, with sounds from the camp waking me up, heart pounding. I could not live like this for long...
Several weeks later...
Finally, I was back in action. After several days of attacks, a trio of old Silent Wolves veterans stood vigil over me, switching off every few hours. I then had a chance to rest, feeling safe. The attacker didn't show up, given the presence of the armed men. And it paid off. Now, I was back on my feet , and preparing my belongings to leave the infirmary. I still had an ugly scar where the bullet penetrated, and the wound twinged every now and again. But I would be all right. I strapped on my armor, and threw on my pack. I gave it a quick, weight-settling jostle, and began to head out of the door. And then, I saw a grenade, standard USDF issue, minus the pin, roll towards my feet...
You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment.
Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach.
Leonora Carrington
This abstract motive was sitting at arms length away on my office desk. Some algue producing oxygen in a long forgotten vase.
Das Motiv stand eine Armlänge entfernt auf meinem Büroarbeitsplatz auf dem Tisch. Algen in einer vergessenen Vase produzieren Sauerstoffblasen im Sonnenlicht.
Wow ! this wall moves fast, a week ago it was white washed, last
weekend it was www.bigartmob.com/view/6562/streetart-easton-tagging
colourfully tagged and this week as you can see, its totally changed
again (rest of the images later), in the mean time oxygen thievez were
also busy on this www.bigartmob.com/view/6567/oxygen-thievez
practise wall
Cafe Oxygen @ Howler's void.
Dome atmosphere is so bad that some citizens like to get a drink and some clean oxygen at the cafe.
My neighbor, friend and a wonderful soul named Fred lives on supplemental oxygen as he awaits a future lung transplant.
SHO (Hubble Palette) Processed in PixInsight / PS CC
SII - Red Channel
Ha - Green Channel
O3 - Blue Channel
Tech details:
SII - (Sulfur) 5nm
300s x 39 subs
Ha - (Hydrogen Alpha) 5nm
300s x 77 subs
O3 - (Oxygen III) 3nm
300s x 72 subs
Equipment:
Mount - Losmandy G11
Scope - ES 127mm CF w/ .7x FF/FR
Camera - ZWO 1600MMC
Looking for some oxygen for myself... I was practicing rolling the kayak and holding my breath until my lungs were about to explode ;) Freezing cold salt water didn't help me or my sinuses out at all, but I had an awesome time!
(Picture obviously not taken by me)