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Perhaps Phantom's most grotesque creation, Sentrakh was once a normal Steltian who was captured by the Dark Hunters. Sentrakh was subjected to a horrific experiment seeking to see what the limits of alteration were. Normally, too many alterations to the body can lead to death, but Phantom wanted to see if the reincarnation system could be abused to great effect. By using Kanoka of healing to keep him alive much longer than he should have been, Phantom was able to drastically alter his physiology, creating a brute able to tear apart foes, and feel nothing from attacks. The plan worked, with Karzahni retaining the modifications and optimizing them. Sentrakh then went on a rampage through Stelt before being recaptured by the Hunters. It took a long time to rehabilitate him to the point he could work as a hunter, but now he is one of the orginization's finest.
Sentrakh cannot feel pain, and it takes an incredible amount of force to even damage him. His claws and teeth can cause molecular destabilization, carving out huge jagged gashes in anything. He also carries a ghost blaster able to briefly paralyze targets while he closes the gap.
Perhaps it is a 245 DL. Photographed in Norway, 1979. The scan isn't that good, because it is a very small part of a bigger photo.
Perhaps the last thing you'll see should you be so unfortunate as to be run over by a Foremost Delta 3.
Perhaps you have already seen my "First time on the moon" shot which I took using the same set-up as this macro...
I'm pretty happy with it although it being a full manual f/8 lens does make it more work and unless you are cool with post processing you might not be happy with the low contrast.
Look at the "L" size to see the cool bokeh artifact that a mirror lens gives (hollow bokeh balls:-)
Oh and yeah the lens is very light and the minimum macro distance is like 7 feet!
Check out the first comment for more info.
Lens: www.amazon.com/Opteka-500-1000mm-Definition-Telephoto-Dig...
Please push the "L" on your keyboard :-)
This is of course a staple for all Edinburgh-based photographers. So much that it perhaps a little stale. I have therefore chosen for a less popular composition, looking straight into the belly of the beast. I knew the tide was gonna be low, but the chance of decent light, and no parental commitments made me give it a try anyway.
Please share your thought, if any. Thanks so much for your time and have a nice weekend.
Perhaps next summer I will get into identifying these odonates. In the meantime I will photograph ones I haven't noticed before for later research.
Perhaps my all-time favorite dessert is a chocolate pudding I called "mush" (pronounced moosh) as a child. This is the front side of the original World War II-era recipe. It was popular then because it doesn't call for eggs and could use corn syrup instead of granulated sugar, so could be made with more readily available ingredients.
Buskers in the Olympic Park, making some jolly music; excellent musicians.
Tenuous Link: making music the old fashioned way
FOTOS ENCADENADAS:
ant. bombo
sig. saxofón
Connected (in the Connect group): unorthodox band.
Related (in the Power of Positive Relationships group): miscellaneous musicians
Perhaps the most achitecturally interesting government building in downtown Louisville, the City Hall was constructed from 1870-73 (it says 1871 along the front.) It was built with Indiana Limestone at a cost of $464,778. while the interior has been completely overhauled a few times, the exterior remains unchanged except for basic renovation.
The architectural style is a blend of Italianate and Second Empire style. The most prominent feature is the clock tower. The original tower burned after only a couple of years but this one was rebuilt in 1876. the tower is 195 feet tall and has a clock face on all four sides, plus a mansard roof. Inside the tower used to be a three ton bell that rang until 1964 when the clock broke. (it was repaired but soon broke again).
Today, it's primary function is housing the metro council offices and chambers. It is on the National Register of Historic Places.
Spout of a Hellenistic vessel in the form of an early Ptolemaic queen, perhaps Berenike II. Made in Egypt C3 BC.
Said to be from Alexandria.
British Museum
Perhaps soon to lose its roof and become an open topper for Stratford, 10040 is seen at the University of Warwick operating the U2, as it were new for back in 2012. Since then the Leamington operated Unibus services were renewed in 2019 with E400MMCs, and in late 2024 with E400EVs.
Perhaps these types of pictures will be scarce, thanks to the recent terror plots at Heathrow Airport a few days ago. If you plan on traveling via London, the only items allowed to bring on are your passport, ticket and money. Otherwise, your camera and other belongings will have to be checked.
This picture was taken on my way to Nairobi, from London. Already I'm tired but excited, about to start an incredible adventure that would test my skills, my faith, my courage, my strength.
As I write this, I'm also exhausted. The flight home was long and boring. I couldn't bring a book or my iPod for fear that security at Heathrow would confiscate it, which they did with others who thought they could sneak in a few items. Hell, they even took my lip balm away so they aren't taking chances, and for our safety, I totally appreciated it.
After 16 hours of travel, I finally arrived home, got all of my belongings and gifts, safe and sound. You would think the jetlag would beat me to sleep: it didn't. I was wired!! Why wouldn't I? Kenya is 7 hours ahead, therefore 3am our time, is 10am Kenya time. I would be out, working the fields or helping out at the local medical clinic as 'Nurse Stephanie'.
I have tons of photographs to sift through, laundry to do and also to rest. Right now, it's 2:30pm EST but it's 9:30pm in Kenya. I would have eaten dinner by now, which consisted of lentils, tomatoes, french beans, kale, rice, ugali and some bread. My group and I would be sitting on the porch, under a blanket of stars, playing a fun but heated game of cards, specifically 'Presidents'.
I miss Kenya already.
This is from a wedding list from 1695. It includes the wedding of George Hastings and Mary Hassall who may be my great-something grandparents.
In the Town of Pawley's Island, South Carolina for the much-anticipated nuptials of Morgan and Rich. Much may be said about this wedding, which was glorious in its opulence. Also, the miniature pulled-pork-on-biscuits, offered as one of roughly eighteen species of passed hors d'œuvre served immediately after the ceremony (under whispering trees clearly dating from the eighteenth century carpeted with Spanish moss), were sublime.
But I digress. The nuptial banquet was held under a vast pavilion set up on a lawn in the Brookgreen Gardens, in which Acts I (Drinks By The Fountain), II (The Ceremony), and III (The Cocktail Hour) had transpired. Various pools and statuary were to be found on the grounds with a bit of strolling, and this one was not far from the pavilion itself -- about the distance, in fact, that one would traverse if one were seeking to have a cigarette without impinging on the other guests.
The night was a bit cloudy, the lights from the tent distant but not invisible, and the statue of an oddly-erotically posed Bellerophon astride his equally impassioned steed Pegasus reared out of a perfectly still pool. Snap.
She sort of looks like a cat that might be named "Smokey" to me.
Karen's not so sure just yet.
"Sissy" is "Smokey's" companion, neither having permanent names just yet, who both recently joined our home. Both grey cats, one being a solid grey, and the other having a nice grey tiger-striping. This one, is quite affectionate, loving to be held and continually stroked and nuzzled. That makes it a bit hard to type, as her nose nudges my fingers, looking for some more massaging.
Nearly 2 years ago, our long time family cat, Johanna, died. Not too much time elapsed and I was ready to open our home to another cat, actually wanting two this time, so they could enjoy each-other's company while we were away from the house. Karen wasn't ready, and that was ok with me for quite a while. Recently, I've been campaigning for us to take the plunge once more. Karen decided that she was ready.
Chris & Jennie must have caught that idea, because shortly after confirming with me that we were ready, we got a visit from them, bearing a card. "From Our Pets to Your Pets" said the card. What? Then Chris brought in the carrier, with gift bows on top, containing our two cats.
Smiles broke out on everyone's face.
So, expect to see some cat photos from me once more, as they become ready-made subjects for a photographer's eye.
The names have not stuck just yet. "Sissy" is still quite shy, until she wants some stroking, or a warm body to snuggle against during the night. "Smokey" is the younger, not quite a year old, and very full of the kittenish imp.
Both are spayed, and in good health, thanks to the wonderful folks at the Springfield, Animal Protective League, a no-kill animal shelter. My thanks to them for our new family members.
Whatever their names end up being, we will cherish their companionship, hopefully for many, many years.
Our thanks to both Jennie & Chris for adding to our family joy.
For roughly 6 months of the year between June and November Zakouma National Park is almost entirely inundated with floodwaters at this time elephants would often disperse into the surrounding area of what is now the Salamat Faunal Reserve. During this time Arab horsemen from the Darfur region of neighbouring Sudan would come to hunt the elephants as they had done for perhaps several hundred years. Traditionally a group of up to 20 horsemen armed with lances would charge a herd aiming to separate out one of the elephants. A single horseman would then ride in front of this elephant to draw its attention and get it to pursue him allowing the other men to ride in and spear it from behind with their lances. They would aim for the elephant’s hamstrings in its hind legs which if severed would bring the animal down and ensure it could not get up again. Huge numbers of elephants were killed this way and in response the surviving herds in the region have learned that at the first sign of horsemen their best defence is bunch up into tight groups to ensure that no individual can be separated out.
Today this is no defence the horsemen are Janjaweed militiamen and members of the Sudanese armed forces and they come not with the lances used by their ancestors but with AK47s, belt-fed machine guns and rocket propelled grenades. This habit of bunching up into a single large herd has meant that the poachers can easily kill 50-60 elephants in a single attack by simply machine gunning the terrified animals as they try to escape. In 2005 an aerial count found 3,885 elephants in Zakouma and the surrounding area in under a decade the population was reduced to just 430 and had stopped breeding due to the constant stress. Since African Parks took over the management of Zakouma the poaching has been almost entirely stopped and the elephants are breeding again the population now stands at around 470.
After so many years of poaching most of Zakouma's elephants still generally stick together in a single big herd and often keeping to the thick bush making it easier to spot them from the air.