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Apollonius, Boxer at Rest, 1st century B.C.E. (may be a copy of a 4th century sculpture), bronze, Palazzo Massimo, Museo Nazionale Romano
Italia Lombardia Milano "mercato dei Navigli" umanità persone donne sguardi intensità
Italy Lombardy Milan "Naviglio River: street market" humanity people women stares pathos
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Have you ever noticed this quaint little church in the San Francisco’s SOMA district? It is close to the Metreon and seems completely out of place amidst all the office buildings, but there is something proud and charming about the way it seems to stand unperturbed by the urban environment around it. It was a cold winter day when my brother and I popped in for a look and were shocked at how large it is inside. It felt like a little sanctuary in the middle of a bustling city.
This will be a tiny true story in a few minutes. I have to write it. It is going to have a sadder note than most of my stories, kind of a 2 or 3 hankie story, you might say. So, if you don't like any pathos in your stories, then stop right here. This picture will have the same story, but I will only submit one of these photo/stories to the various groups that like them. That way, I won't annoy the story groups, but my readers will get the story no matter which picture they click on.
The little girl on the guardrail represents me as a child. There are a few problems with her. One is I didn't have brown hair at the age of 5 or 6. I was blonde until age 9 or 10. Two is that my eyes are blue, and hers are not.. Three is that I didn't wear my hair in pigtails. Four is that I was tall, but not that tall. You might be asking yourself, "Self, then why on Earth do you think that represents you?" Well, she looks very sweet, as I did. She has rosy pink cheeks and a cute little smile, as I also did.. She likes bridges and did from a very young age. She looks very innocent. The main thing that helps her represent me as a little girl is her white blouse and red plaid skirt, which will be the main thing in my story, if you can endure the next 3 or 4 paragraphs first.
I knew my mother didn't touch me very often, but I didn't realize how bereft she was of warmth, giving and receiving hugs and so on until all these years later. Various bouts of poison oak I had were savage. I knew she had tried to prick each horrible blister of poison oak, not getting them all, but trying. She would then apply Calamine Lotion with little cotton Coty brand pads. She still didn't touch me, but she ministered to me. That was when I was 5 or 6. Later when I was 8, 9 and 10 and got other cases of infected Poison Oak, could barely see out of one eye, and my other eye was closed, she did not administer anything at all. She and my Dad left for work 25 miles away. They got home that evening and my mouth was swollen closed all but the tiniest amount. My parents heated Campbell's Vegetable Beef Soup for me, and put it in a Waring Blender so I could manage to drink it through a straw. I shall not forget that. It was warm and comforting and tasted pretty good.
I had thought for most of my life that at least my mother must have held me and caressed me, bathed me, etc., when I was a baby and toddler. No, she held my hand a few times when we walked somewhere, but the family maid, Mildred, took care of me when I was a baby to age 3. After about age 3 and a half, I was left alone with 2 older brothers that my mother was fond of saying had hated me from the day I was born. The pictures of me with my mother show her positioning herself with my brothers, rather than me, or touching me but not close. When I had my own children she sort of held them out from her body, as if she wasn't quite sure what to do with them, or as if she felt they might infect her with something. .
Several times when she wanted me to look nice because company was coming, she curled my hair with a curling iron. She, herself, did not actually touch me. The curling iron surely did. It was so hot, and it burned my scalp. I don't believe she was trying to burn me, but she surely did. I would say "Ow" many times. Each time, she'd say "Sorry" but then she would do it again. I did look nice afterward, and have a picture of myself on our patio with my nice dress, Mary Janes (shoes) and my hard-won curls. There were no hugs.
Bath time involved her running the water and me getting in, and then her tossing about a cup of Tide detergent, the large chunky powdered kind, in the water. It didn't dissolve easily either. Very rough on children's skin! Then she left the room. There were other times when she was pretty cold, but they are not the reason for my story. I'm only telling about some of them; so that the one time she was very tender and warm will stand out for me and my readers as a banner moment in my childhood. I'm close to 70 now, and don't kid yourself, your childhood memories, impressions, etc. stay with you. at least mine did and do.
You probably thought I'd never tie this altogether, but I'm going to. There is one time, a time I cherish, that my mother, though not consciously trying to, was warm. What she was doing was so I would "look nice" for appearances at kindergarten or first grade, not because she had decided I needed some affection. I had on my little red plaid skirt with straps and a white blouse. My white blouse was rather carelessly tucked in, which made it look wrinkled. My mother reached up under my skirt and pulled my white blouse downward until it looked very smooth around my waist. To accomplish this maneuver, she sort of "walked" her hands around my tummy, tugging gently on my blouse until it looked neat as could be. Her hands were warm and gentle, so much so that I wished I could pull some of my blouse back out again; so she would gently tug, tuck and pat again. That's it! That's the whole story of why I like this big dolly with all her innocence, and her blouse that occasionally needs to be tucked in.
THE END
P. S. Most people that see her on the bridge, smile and wave. One lady even rolled her window down and wanted to know if I made her.
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Tenuous Link: Lots of RED & 1 with Pigtails
If poor old pony, with his sway back hadn't been so absolutely filthy and soaking wet, I would have flung my arms around him and given him a cuddle.
Just look at those goo-goo eyes!
Mr.Killen and I went out for the day as we had to go into Belfast 1) to buy his suit for the wedding 2) go see the latest Harry Potty Movie (very disappointed in this one and actually found it incredibly boring!).
As we had some time to spare we went over to Minnow Park and discovered the only thing worth photographing were the two ponies.
I definitely get twitchy if I am not photographing!
To all my friends in Queensland, Australia, my thoughts are with you. I spoke to my "second mum" in Brisbane for an hour just a little while ago and conditions are horrific. I adore Oz, but boy it can cause heartache.
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It made no sense. Maya had followed the imp's instructions perfectly and yet she was lost in the labyrinth of the enchanted woods. Hadn't that mischievous little creature said to take a left past the old water wheel and follow the stream all the way down to the fork in the road? It was surely going to get dark soon and the forest spirits had been in a foul mood this past winter.
She had grown up listening to the elders tell the stories of children who would wander into the woods alone and never come out. A shiver ran down her spine. She looked around and found no comfort in the beautiful landscape. There had to be a way out, she could not let the magical vial of Arctic water hanging around her neck be lost to the world. Not when it could change the course of the strange illness Gaia had befallen. She sat down and chanted the short prayer her mother had taught her as a toddler. Maya slowly opened one eye and looked around hoping that she had somehow been magically transported back to her village, but she was still stranded in the middle of the forest. It was worth a try.
As she got up and dusted off her dress, Maya felt a light gaze behind her. She spun around with alarming speed and saw a girl staring at her from a small clearing. There was a slight translucent quality to her body as the little girl beckoned her with a warm smile and began walking deeper into the woods. Ok, kinda creepy ... but Maya had no choice but to follow her and hope she would not be the subject of another children's story. She gathered up her will and ran after her new best friend.
Il gioco della 'ntinna a mari (o Antenna a mare) è diventata una tradizione a San Vito Lo Capo come in altri paesi della Sicilia e consiste in una sorta di albero dellla cuccagna orizzontale sul mare. Rito folcloristico quasi tribale che si ripropone ogni anno in una arena di vocianti paesani formata dal molo e i grossi pescherecci del porto. Sulla barca a remi i Sapunari ungono la trave ed esortano il pubblico a secchiate d'acqua mentre i ragazzini si esercitano in continui tuffi e riemersioni nelle stasi del gioco. Lo speaker dialettale e gli sponsor improvvisati completano l'atmosfera.
It - Civil SCAR carbine chambered for .45 ACP. All work on the blowback. Vent here only appearance. Auto
shooting mode - Fake ( we need more pathos:D ). Sorry for my bad English
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Posting most of my recent work on Facebook
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The cheap plastic flowers only add pathos to the gruesome table-top display, part of a freak show in a park in Guilin I think. The date was 1984. Fujichrome scan. Nikon F. © David Hill.
...oder 175 Jahre Ausflugsschifffahrt auf der Donau. Oder 175t Jahre Völkerwanderung. So unglaublich viele Menschen, Stative und Schiffe!
Ich hab die Walhalla nie gemocht, ihre Intention, ihr theutschtümelndes Pathos, ihr klassizistischer Kitsch.
Ich hab auch die Leute nie gemocht, die da - gleich zu welcher Uhrzeit - immer rumhängen, von fetten Amitouristen über alkoholisierte Landeier und Studenten, bis zu Pokemon-Go-Zombies, die wirklich jeden gehypten Scheiß mitmachen. Ich bin immer lieber immer noch ein paar Kilometer weiter geradelt, nach Wiesent und hab mich dann in den Schatten des Nepaltempels an den kühlen Teich gesetzt, hab den Mantras zugehört und öfter ein bisschen geweint, weil mich der Ort so ergriffen hat. Die Walhalla ist das genaue, erschreckende Gegenteil, Stein statt Holz, weltliches statt spirituelles, Lärm statt Ruhe, ein das Ego produzierender Ort, statt einer, an dem man es zu überwinden sucht.
Gestern hab ich mich dann doch dorthin und unter die Menschen begeben und es waren so unglaublich viele! Aber es hat sich gelohnt, weder Regen noch Nebel oder Tau konnten einem das fotografische Vergnügen vereiteln, was eigentlich einem Wunder gleichkommt. Zumindest mit Nebel oder taufeuchter Ausrüstung wäre zu rechnen gewesen. Aber nein....
A still from my new music video for the german band Pathos Legal and their track "Keine Kunst" from the new album "Du, mein wilder Geist".
Watch it here: youtu.be/EN-w65GI0cI
The musicvideo was completely shot in slow-motion on a Canon 6D. Post Production was done in After Effects, with Twixtor and the editing in Premiere Pro.
Thanks to everyone helping this project to become reality:
Andy & Andre, Angelo Fabio - Model, Draženka Kaestner (Make-up), Emanuel Prost, Haimo Emmerich (Theater Altes Hallenbad Friedberg), Lola Lametta, Mirek Macke (Kunstverein Familie Montez e.V.), Nic, Jil und Mike, Rolf Buchholz, Samuel Prost, Simone Speckner.
Strobist Info:
Shot with a full on Yongnuo YN-460-II from the far right with a red filter and a full powered Yongnuo YN-460-II with a blue filter from the front left. Some flickering very dark ambient yellow light was available from the far right and left too.
First off: apologies for the delay; let's get right to the goodies from other creators on display today!
Today, from The Darkness, Elsa is wearing:
.lovelysweet.'s Pathos Eyes. Available in BOM, Lelutka applier, and Omega applier, this set has 16 colors with some really lovely detail to them. I love eye colors with dynamic range to them, and this set delivers stunning colors that earn a second look.
I promised earlier to show off the jacket in Ahlure's Lucy outfit, and here it is! Layered with the Lucy top, as well. The jacket & top both feature a dozen color styles--and you can choose to make the top mesh fabric for a more risque style! There's a matching skirt and garter in the set as well, not shown here--all sized for Belleza, Kupra, Legacy, Reborn, and Maitreya (shown).
Moon Black's Brenda set comes with shorts, sneakers, and a top, sized for Freya, Legacy, and the Maitreya, and features a HUD with six colors for each....None of which is shown here. What IS here? The amazing BOM stockings that also come in the set! I really like the other pieces in the set as well, but I have maybe become addicted to using those stockings in any outfit they could remotely fit on...
Speaking of stuff from this round of The Darkness that I am maybe a little too addicted to...I still love VIO's Mystical Kicks, and I'm still popping those on any chance I get, as well. These comfy shoes come in unisex rigged for Aesthetic, Belleza (Mens/Womens), Legacy (Mens/Womens), Signature (Mens), Reborn, Slink (Mens/Womens), Tonic, and Maitreya (Pictured), and has a hud with a dozen patterned and solid options to choose from.
This picture, by the way, was shot in WLS's Autumn Skybox! 75LI when rezzed from its box, this skybox features two rooms separated by the sliding door you see in the background, an open floor plan space, and slatted windows that give a loft attic space feel. It was a fun place to take photos in, with a lot of thoughtful design details that make it feel engaging as a place to decorate and live in, without being too much. I highly recommend checking out more info at the booth at The Darkness!
Speaking of, you only have until the 28th to check out these exclusives and more, so be sure to head over to The Darkness and take a peek!
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Andreas Papandreou Airbase , Pathos International Airport Cyprus 08-11-2019