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Commercial and residential buildings 2854-2864 Agricola Street in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, on August 26, 2019, shortly before their demolition.
Ein Leben ohne Westie ist möglich aber sinnlos. Diesen Satz hätte ich bis 2010, also bis zwei Jahre nach dem Tod unserer geliebten Westie-Hündin Daisy im Jahr 2008 voll unterschreiben können. Mittlerweile finde ich zwar ein Leben ohne Westie durchaus nicht mehr sinnlos, aber trotzdem finde ich Westies immer noch ganz entzückend und zeige für meine Frau Ursula rasch auf jeden Westie hin, der im Strassenbild oder in der Natur auftaucht und uns begegnen könnte. Solche Begegenungen sind mir immer noch willkommen. Ich mag ihren eigenwilligen Charakter und natürlich ihre Optik; Westies sind jene Hunderasse die genau zu mir passt. Darüber hinaus glaube ich, das wohl für jeden Hundefreund jene Hunderasse existiert, die genau zum Hundefreund passt. Und so wird wohl jeder Hundefreund den Satz auf dem von mir in Mariazell fotografierten Schild verstehen, wenn er das Wort Westie gegen die von ihm/ihr favorisierte Hunderasse austauscht ! 😛
Life without a Westie is possible but pointless. I could have fully subscribed to this sentence until 2010, two years after the death of our beloved Westie dog Daisy in 2008. In the meantime, I no longer find life without a Westie pointless, but I still find Westies quite delightful and quickly point out to my wife Ursula any Westie that appears in a street or in nature and that we might encounter. Such encounters are still welcome to me. I like their individual character and of course their appearance; Westies are the dog breed that suits me exactly. Furthermore, I believe that for every dog lover there is a breed of dog that suits the dog lover exactly. And so every dog lover will understand the sentence on the sign I photographed in Mariazell, if he/she exchanges the word Westie for his/her favourite dog breed ! 😛
my apologies in advance if like the last one, this makes it into explore and annoys those of you who prefer sunsets, flower macros, telephoto shots of exotic birds, HDR, HDR and more HDR. like the last one it's not a great photo but hey hey you won't often see me in a suit and with my hair so immaculately coiffured!..and yes I'm really just showing off the new camera which is pretty awesome by the way.
Why why why,?
It was just flags blowing in the wind with pointless messages
Oh well, time to move on
Rejected by no one important at AWAKE - ART FOR A CAUSE.
Tune: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztJirkY5AMw
Take a breath
Hold it in
Start a fight
You won't win
Had enough
Let's begin
Nevermind
I don't care
All in all
You're no good
You don't cry
Like you should
Let it go
If you could
When love dies in the end
I am curious to see if you all like this one as much as I do!
It was asked below if this was a fake facade and it is not... a real building.
I don't do new year's resolutions. Never have and (probably) never will as well. To me these things are pretty pointless. Should you be deceiving yourself with meaningless promises you won't hold anyway? IF you want to do something constructive which you want for a year, do a project like a 365 as I did in 2010 (or a project 52) or make it something else entirely. But please make it something constructive and not overly vague like "losing weight". Instead say you will start train running with some schedule for the next 30 or 60 days or so. A period which actually makes it fun as time passes sooner than making plans for a whole year.
After having a lot of ideas which were too hard to execute on location (I'm in Belgium right now with travel gear), I made this resolution up of shaving more since I needed a shave anyway. The final image got together in my head after walking around the house. A lot of photoshop abuse along with five different photos went into the final photo.. Nothing which ~20 layers can't fix.
Strobist info
Canon 580EXII @ 1/16 (35mm) on axis.
Canon 430EXII @ 1/4 (35mm) camera left, bare . Lying on an unstable contraption of a chair and a trashbin.
Camera triggered by Yongnuo RF-602
Flashes triggered by Cactus v5
Shot tethered to avoid running back and forth with shaving cream on my face
Extra shout-out to my makeshift tripod constructed out of three ikea tables, two cutting boards, two remote controls, a lenscap and the yongnuo RX unit itself.
Gate with no fence at South Woodham Ferrers, England. ODT on my walk'COPYRIGHT NOTICE - All rights reserved. Please do not use my photographs on websites or other published material without my express written consent. If you choose to infringe my copyright by using my photographs without my written consent you agree to pay £50.00 per day for the use thereof and you agree to indemnify me for any resulting 3rd party claims. Yahoo (flickr) has written consent to use my photographs for Flickr pages
January 2020:
It’s nearly been a year since the dimensional encounter. Now that I’ve rejoined the Flickr Fighters under various circumstances, there has been the imminent threat I’ve been facing personally:
Salient. The same man I was but from another dimension, much more cruel, evil and tainted. I’ve had encounters with him since then.
Which leads me to think that I need to strengthen my team—the black ops, which I formed in the last half of 2019, June, precisely, but it never really got any team building since I was still on long vacation till Phorus and the actual Dr Gravestein showed up.
Doc: “1 missed call from Jacky. You’ve got a shipment to deliver from Anchorage.”
Multi: “Hold up on that one. Tell him to send it right now—the anti-contagion samples should be here.”
Doc: “I’m at John Hopkins. My research team is available anytime. We’re going to work on the cure for the homeless in no time. Get some break, John. Some sunshine.”
Multi: “I’m worn out from the mission. I need to head back to Advent City in two days.”
Doc: “I can’t accompany you. Ask Viva. She’s your designated AI. And remember to feed the dog. I left some food a week ago.”
Multi: “Alright, thanks man.”
Doc: “I gotta hang up now. You do you. Always welcome.”
I sigh, staring at the ceiling after doing my quick morning workout. Life is surely busy since the formation, and since my relocation to Baltimore. Doc got a nice transfer so I guess he’s got an official job for now.
My company split, but I still retained some of the employees, as we built a new one again here. Thankfully going to Advent City doesn’t require that long because I’ve got the teleporters working.
I wake up two days later, laying on my couch after a hard night’s work, and hanging out with my dog, Sonny and my AI, Viva.
Doc: Jon, with the last shipment we’ll be able to help out the last batch of people. Corona is in effect and this is worse than it’s supposed to be. I have no idea how you’re gonna we’re all gonna get through this though…
Multi: “Only one can hope.”
***
Late April, 2020:
Three months later, I’ve been caught up with the third season of Westworld. Our work doesn’t stop like giving cures. Bailey, Doc’s 8 year old niece, was left in my care as I was her godfather. Her mother is a technician, and her job often required last shifts like her brother. Since I was available when needed, I went over to her house for the day.
Bailey: Uncle Jon! Can I play with Sonny and video games?
Multi: “Have you finished your work yet?”
Bailey: “Yes!”
Multi: “Okay good, I’m almost done making dinner, you can play if you want.”
She starts up her PS4 as I bring the food and chips near the desk. We sit down on the floor as Viva, my AI computer, helps prepare with Sonny’s food.
Multi: “What are we playing today? A Lego game?”
Bailey: “Yeah, the complete saga. It’s my favourite!”
Multi: “I knew you liked superhero stuff. Same like me, we’re nerds but your uncle isn’t.”
Bailey: “He doesn’t like it, I know he has powers like you…but what about me?”
Multi: “Have you talked to your mom about it?”
Bailey: “Nah, she’d kill me if she finds out…the girls at school think I’m a weirdo anyways...I don’t have much friends.”
Multi: “Well that’s fair, I don’t have much as well but you gotta take steps to becoming a superhero, right?”
Bailey: “Yup. Uncle Jon, the food was pretty good, are you gonna play as Lando?”
Multi: “Yeah sure I’ll be Lando, but just play around first—I’ll be doing some dishes.”
Suddenly my comm rings as the screen shows a live feed of an explosion.
Multi: “Viva, take care of Bailey and everything else. There’s a villain in town.”
Viva: “Yes sir, that is noted.”
Bailey: “Stay safe, uncle Jon.”
Multi: “I will.”
I get through the backdoor and suit up as quick as possible, before jumping on a nearby roof. My watch scans for evidence, realizing Faceglass is in town for..a rematch?
He stands by a gas station, using his shards to blow it up and causing a big fire. I notify Doc about the situation as well as her mother to keep it handy.
Multi: “Dodds, you’re really slobbering on your appetizer like that? Why are you even here anyways?”
Faceglass: “Revenge, of course. I just took town a construction building, just for the sake of trying to get approved.”
Multi: “Oh well, that’s your etiquette anyways. I like the makeup though. Looks good on you.”
Faceglass: “I…shut up, Sharp!”
He hates the mockery about his face, that’s why. From the facial surgery to our battles, it’s quite never-ending. He came close to injuring me once when he used sand to pierce my body, and that did hella hurt.
But he can’t be here for revenge. It’s either for a bank robbery, whatever his narcissistic goals take him, or Salient’s plans. I guess I do need to ask him.
Multi: “C’mon Dodds, just explain to me why we’re doing this pointless exchange of glass and energy.”
Faceglass: “Plain old revenge. You know me.”
Multi: “I’m sorry is that every line you use in your job interviews?”
Faceglass: “I…no, no no! Of course not. I go after for handsome people like you, because stalking’s in my blood. Thos workers didn’t agree with my face.”
Multi: “Not the most plausible excuse, honestly. You’ve forgotten the therapy sessions we did a lot together as buddies…”
Faceglass: “I’m after a person who isn’t you, okay?! Not your face, it’s your friend!”
Multi: “The doctor?”
He launches a barrel of shards towards me as I generate an energy shield, managing to hold it off as turn invisible, unleashing my left hand’s energy punch and slams him across the road. A woman closely stands but I nod to her scared face as she runs away.
Amidst the flames, I walk towards his unconscious body. He seems to be knocked out from the effort but I realize a body emerging. I grab my gun from my pocket, only to see Doc kneeling over Dodds, his eyes in grey as he places his palm on his face.
What is even going on?
Multi: “Doc? What the heck are you even doing here?”
Doc: “I teleported all the way across. Rene’s back home now, so thanks for that.”
Multi: “How’d you do that anyways?”
Doc: “What do you mean?”
Multi: “Your eyes were white…it’s like you were draining him. Normally you don’t have that power and often you use gadgets or your physician skills.”
Doc: “No idea, Jon. I didn’t drain him like Rogue did, I just touched his face and he knocked out.”
Multi: “The heck?”
Doc: “We’ll talk about this when we get home. I’ve called the authorities…”
**Flickr Fighters base, Advent City, New York, 12:16: P.M**
Viva: “Sir, it shows no vital signs of Doc’s abilities have gone haywire. Though now it has turned his right arm permanently gray.”
Multi: “Right. I think we should contact Ethereal, no?”
Viva: “That would be a good idea. Perhaps, some meditation first?”
Multi: “In a bit.”
I walk down the aisles of the FF’s halls, with Doc behind me.
Recur: “Mr Sharp! You’re back! I hope quarantine has been treating you well.”
Flex: “Welcome home again!”
Rift: “We’re glad to see you here again, Multi. And Doc as well.”
I am surrounded with questions and greetings as my teammates from the black ops and the main group follow me around, which until it gets to lunchtime, I hang around at the cafeteria until deciding to attend to some…recent matters.
Viva says he’s been having an intake of food, so that’s good. Doc’s been experimenting on himself in the labs right after we landed, so I’d be checking on him.
Multi: “What’s up with you having those powers anyway?”
Doc: “I don’t know, I did my own self-diagnosis…it’s been going on for weeks.”
Multi: “And you haven’t bothered to tell me while we’re saving the world? Not even to Rene? Or Bailey?”
Doc: “I know my niece is developing something, my sister doesn’t…I thought I hadn’t been in line of passing powers on like her father.”
Multi: “Isn’t he dead? What about your parents?”
Doc: “I did a DNA sweep, there’s no genes in them. I asked Bailey to give a blood sample willingly to test for it. I don’t even know what’s that power but if I had a latent jumpstart, that’s what I’m doing.”
Multi: “So you hide these secrets behind me? I’m not taking credit alone for apprehending Dodds, but your power is unstable, we don’t know. It just looked like you took his life.”
Doc: “I didn’t mean to, okay? Jon, give me a break, I’m working on it, alright? Don’t worry…”
***
I sigh as I leave the hall and go to my room to meditate. Another session with the energy realm. Ethereal says that Doc’s power was also unknown to her as she couldn’t detect it. She says it might be a healing power, even if I could try to sense his, it won’t work because it’s a different set.
Half an hour later I receive a new alert for a mission again, in Prague. Bummer. I run to the assembly hall for the briefing. LC says it’s a black ops thing, so I assemble Sapphire, Rong0, Mystery and Milan for the mission. Doc’s staying out so I ask Viva to keep an eye on him, as well as LC.
Multi: “I hope he’s staying safe though, just don’t go building extra security cameras around, Ben.”
LC: “I value everyone’s privacy, of course. But yeah, I’ll let you know if Viva and I find anything.”
Multi: “Alright, see you later.”
(To be continued…..)
(This issue is also partially dedicated to me and my godmother’s favourite Pomeranian, Sonny, who passed away a month ago on the 10th.)
Here we go. Time to explain what's happening. At least, the little that I actually know. Didn't really want to leave my sister like that, but I have to clear the air with Alicia, before a misunderstanding turns into something worse. Knocking on the door, it takes about a minute before anyone answers. Footsteps approach the door, and sure enough, Alicia's the one who opens the door, dressed in a plaid shirt and skinny jeans. Thankfully they aren't of the ripped variety, which I honestly think is one of the more pointless trends.
"Got here as soon as I could. Had to make a pitstop along the way to get changed." Alicia nods in response, but avoids direct eye contact. Yeah, that's not a good sign.
"Alicia, whose at the door?" Her father, John, asks noticing the front door open and close from inside the living room.
"Don't worry dad, it's just Chris. We'll be up in my room, so you can get back to watching the Chiefs game." Alicia replies, before she grabs hold of my hand, and starts walking up the stairs.
"Sorry to interrupt Mister Baker." Is all I say with a wave, as I follow Alicia up the stairs. There, at the end of the hallway, is her room. Going in there, for the first time. Wish it was under better circumstances though. Alicia shuts the door behind us, and sits down on the bed. As I sit down beside her, my thoughts are going a mile a minute, trying to figure out what to say first.
"It all started when the three of us went to the club Zero. After you went inside, me and Kara were attacked by what I'm assuming now are clones. Kara's doppelganger wore the exact same costume, which made trying to help her during the brawl very difficult. In the ensuing battle, Kara was critically injured, while I got off lucky with only bruises. So I haven't been to school since we got back from winter break." Alicia's expression quickly changes upon hearing me say this.
"So, what you're saying, is that I helped clones of you and Kara take down Kryptonite Man, and now they're parading around as the two of you at school?" She asks, trying to understand this strange situation.
"Pretty much, yeah." I say with a sigh.
"That surprisingly makes a lot of sense. Now I feel kind of stupid for being mad. Will Kara be okay?"
"Honestly, I'm not really sure. Only time will tell. Just have to hope for the best." I can't stop myself from shaking, but Alicia pulls me close, which helps to calm me down. My heartbeat slowing down to normal, as we sit there, arms wrapped around each other.
"Everything's going to be okay Chris. Your sister's one of the strongest people I know. She'll fight through this, and come out on top."
"It just hurts, knowing I could've stepped in, but didn't. Which is why clearing up this misunderstand was important to me. So I'm sorry for whatever that jerk of a doppelganger did to you. I hope you know that I'd never do anything to hurt you. I care about you so much, and I'd be an idiot to jeopardize what we have. I - love you, Alicia."
"You just said you loved me.. Can safely say this isn't the way I was expecting today to go, but I'm glad that it did. While we're on the subject of being honest with our feelings, I love you too, Chris Danvers. " We kiss, and all my worries go away, at least for a moment.
"I think I'm gonna tell my parents that I have powers tonight, at dinner. You'll stay, right?" She says, pulling away from the kiss.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Please tell me we won't be having rice for dinner."
"Okay. We won't be having rice." She giggles, before interlocking her hand with mine.
"Thank you." I simply reply, before I catch up on the latest school gossip.
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Hours Later
Here I am, at the dinner table, sitting beside Alicia, being the supportive boyfriend. Before we eat, Mr. Baker takes a moment to pray. Different from what I'm used to, as prayer to Rao looks drastically different, but it seems important to Alicia, so I'll go with it. Thankfully, it isn't rice. Perogies, and farmer sausage, with cooked onions ontop, yum. Mrs. Baker notices how much I'm enjoying the food, and keeps making more. One of my favourite foods I've had on Earth, easily. While we eat, I make small talk, about a wide range of topics. Alicia's little brother, Noah, tells us about his day at school, and his hopes for a snow day sometime soon. Probably not gonna happen until February at the earliest, but hey, a boy can dream. Thirty minutes pass, and Alicia looks at me, slightly squeezing my hand with hers, before looking at her family.
"So, there's something important I have to say. I've been too scared to bring it up, mostly due to how you may react. At the end of the day, I'm still the same person, so please, don't get mad." She says, her heartbeat speeding up. They'll finally know the truth, and I'm sure they'll love her the same as they always have. Her father's looking a little more worried about this than her brother, or mother.
"You're--?" Mr. Baker says, before getting cut off by Mrs. Baker.
"John.." Mrs. Baker says with a glare, which is enough for him to stop talking.
"I have, powers. I've been able to teleport for as long as I could remember. One of those metahumans, always talked about on the news." Alicia says cautiously, as she stands up with her eyes focused on her parents.
"Thank goodness!" Mr. Baker replies, with a sigh of relief.
"We were worried you two were getting married. While we hope for that day to eventually come, now's not the time." Mrs. Baker pipes up.
"Wait, so you're not mad?" Alicia says, shocked.
"Of course not honey. We love you no matter what.. You're our daughter. Besides, we've known about your abilities, before you even realized them. It wasn't hard to connect the dots of your constant disappearances when you were younger." Mrs. Baker says, laughing at her last remark.
"Why didn't you say that you knew?" Alicia grumbles.
"We figured that you would tell us when you were ready. Looks like we were right." Mrs. Baker says, trying to reassure her.
"I'm honestly surprised you thought we'd react poorly to the news. I mean, your uncle Buddy, is a superhero for crying out loud! The Animal Man!" Mr. Baker gushes. Alicia's taken aback, as she stays silent for a minute or so.
"You're staying surprisingly quiet, Noah. What are your thoughts?" Mrs Baker asks.
"Soo awesome!! My sister's a superhero! It's too bad her boyfriend here isn't so super. Really out of his league with this one." Noah teases, getting out of his seat, and dashing into the other room, expecting me to chase him down.
"Hey, I can't argue with that. She's definitely out of my league." I say with a smirk, as me and Alicia sit back down, and continue talking for a few more minutes.
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The doors creak, as we open them, leading into the barn. Walking up the steps, there's a telescope standing by the window. The setup reminds me a lot of the barn on the Kent farm. Even the telescope feels familiar. Almost kind of trippy, if I'm being honest.
"Huh, didn't know you had a telescope" I say looking over at the telescope.
"Yup! Anytime I'm feeling down, I come here, to look at the stars. They're so beautiful, as they dance across the midnight sky, it's enough to make anyone forget their problems. You can even see Orion from here." She leads me towards the telescope, and motions for me to look when she finds Orion.
"Woah.. Never knew you were into this kind of thing."
"To be fair, you never really asked. There's so much beyond our understanding. Like we know of some different planets, but there's still so much that's undiscovered." She grins, her teeth showing. This leads me to thinking about how I haven't told her about Krypton.
"Yeah.. That reminds me, I haven't really told you who I am. I mean, I've told you about likes, and dislikes, but my past, I've avoided. It's hard for me to even think about it, given recent events, but I figure I should tell you everything, since you were so brave with your parents earlier."
"Ookay?" Alicia says, unsure of how else to react.
"First off, my names not Chris Danvers. I mean it is, but that's not my birth name. My birth name is Cry-El. Me, and my sister Kara Zor El, were born on the Krypton, much like Superman was. Pretty obvious, given the same symbol we all wear, but he's our cousin. My parents sacrificed themselves, so that me and Kara could live, leaving Krypton behind, as it was destroyed. Left adrift in space for years, we would eventually crash-land here on Earth, in Leavenworth. The rest is pretty simple, as Jeremiah and Eliza Danvers adopted us somehow, and we've tried to fit in ever since."
"Well this doesn't change anything, if you were worried about that. You're still Chris Danvers, the guy who has saved my life countless times, and the guy who I trust more than anyone. I love you for all that you are. I'm sorry for what happened with your parents, and Krypton. I couldn't imagine what that's like. What I can say though, is that it's molded you into who you are.. The same guy I fell in love with. You make the best of things, giving the people of this city hope along with your sister, much like what your cousin does in Metropolis. No one, not even evil clones, can take that away from you. Also, yes, you being related to Superman was pretty obvious, but I'm glad you said something anyway." Alicia says, consoling me as we stay here, in each others arms. We both let it all out there today, and I'm glad we did. Cleared the air, and we're stronger for it. I'll worry about all my current problems tomorrow. For now, I'll live in the moment, being around the girl I love, Alicia Baker.
Probably the mpst pointess footpath sign I've ever seen, located at a point on the island where the land forms a point leaving only two directions.
With a classical full stock design, this gun's uniqueness comes from the bit's of modern elements scattered through out it. These elements feature include it's user-comfort handguard and a complex gas system. designed as a reliable weapon for low and low/mid range shooting. The LSR23A4 shoots the powerful .45 APC. This round gives a huge advantage over fire power but a slight disadvantage in accuracy.
. . . It becomes kind of pointless to try to gather up all the leaves when it snows first! This morning the ground was white with fresh snow, so they will have to wait. So, have a seat . . .
Have a great week Facebook and Flickr friends!
Gotham city police department
Jim Gordon’s sitting at his desk running his finger up and down some old Blackgate files and getting next to no work done. It may be pointless but it’s what Loeb’s got him doing so he might as well pass the time. He knows why he’s doing it. Loeb’s out in a month and his job’s going to Jim which means the sour bastard’s got him running pointless errands whilst he hangs on to what little power he has.
Harvey Dent knocks on the door and without hesitation enters
Harvey dent: Jim! I heard the good news! Came to celebrate! It’s not every day a man gets crowned commissioner of the most crooked police department known to man!
Jim Gordon: haha. Well that sure is one way to put it...uh..loebs got me on these old blackgate files for some lowlife criminal that ended a sentence a few years back. Reckons there’s some huge conspiracy going on. Loada bull
Harvey Dent: Who?
Jim Gordon: Uh...guy named Lenny...fiasco. He’s not exactly Count Dracula
Harvey Dent: Loeb gave you this case? sounds like he’s distracting you. Somethings going on. He wants you out of his way
Jim Gordon: No he’s just bitter I’m getting his job. He’s hated my guts since the day I First entered this god forsaken precinct and I’d be lying if I said the feeling wasn’t mutual
Harvey Dent: I guess that sounds about right ... but still it wouldn’t hurt to look into it. Would it
Jim Gordon: No I guess not
Harvey Bullock: Rams the sorry excuse for a door wide open with a slight hint of nialism and slumps into the age old armchair hidden away in the corner of the rundown office
Jim Gordon: Good evening to you too Harv
Harvey Dent: You heard about Jim’s promotion to commisioner then Harvey? I assume that’s why your here
Harvey Bullock: Yeah I heard. wouldn’t miss it for the world.
He then pulls out a large bottle of rum and three dirty glasses from an almost invisible wooden cabinet under Jim’s desk
Jim Gordon: Since when was that there
Harvey Bullock: Before you were here I’ll tell ya that much buddy.
He then pours the three glasses with a reckless yet exact precision and slides them across the desk to the other two
Harvey Dent: Smells about right anyway
Jim Gordon: Ah thanks Harv. I needed this
Harvey Bullock: To Jim Gordon. A hero, partner and friend. Yada yada yada.
Jim Gordon: Heh I’m moved
Harvey Dent: hey I have to ask. Have you guys seen the news stories on gothams latest nutcase. The bat. I mean I’ll be straight up. I couldn’t care less if he knocks a few heads together. as long as he gets the job done that is. Cos Yknow I’m a man of the law and all but if he wants to make my job a hell of a lot easier then he’s welcome to it
Jim Gordon: yeah I saw them. And I can’t help but agree. I’ll be honest I’ve got somewhat of a past of going outside the law myself and I’m not too proud of that but sometimes in Gotham,The law can’t help those who need it and that’s why he’s here
Harvey Bullock : couldn’t care less. Just means less work for me. Now if ya don’t mind, I’ve got a bottle of rum to drink
The three talk loudly from night into the morning as if to forget all the hell they put up with in this goddamn city of theirs
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The same night on the streets of Gotham
Several junkies gather round an archway surrounded by the stench of half used heroine needles and their own human waste. They sit there shaking in the cold and saying nothing but the odd mumble under their breath. Another emerges from the archway trying desperately to peek the interest of the other four.
He speaks in a heavily laboured tone:you all need to...come see. You need to see this....it’s a crazy thing. He’s a crazy thing...but great!...come now. You gotta see
Another speaks back:who?..who is it? Jon! Who is it?
Jon looks back half distracted by a small flame in the distance at the end of the street: you see ....that light?..the fire?
The other speaks back: yeah...I see it...what about it?
Jon: come now....You gotta see..it...you gotta
The response is one of reluctance and annoyance: yeah yeah. We coming...We coming. Give it time
The two of them get to their feet and stumble off into the distance towards the great flames leaving the rest to shiver helplessly on Gothams cruel streets
just 20 or 30 feet above the old archway,a bat is perched listening carefully to every word spoken. The bat speaks through a comme in his cowl
Batman: Alfred.
Alfred Pennyworth: yes master Bruce? What is it you have stumbled across this time?
Batman: nothing I’ve found. just the word of a few bums over by Newport street. I’m going to follow the two of them to whatever they’re headed for. I’ll send you my coordinates when I find something. Have the Rolls ready as a back up plan if this one goes sideways
Alfred Pennyworth: by this one you mean jumping into an unnecessary scrape with a group of dangerous hooligans on a street corner completely unprepared?
Batman: that’s one way of putting it
Alfred pennyworth: do just try to keep yourself in one piece this time will you. It Would be an absolute shame if you were to have this lovely new hobby of yours cut short after only a month or two
Batman:positive as always Alfred. I’ll contact you when I find something.
i take a lot of really similar and pointless self portraits. Lol.
Butttt, this one does have a teeny bit of editing. Which is something I haven't really done before. So, maybe it's not entirely pointless.
A pointless diversion....
Thanks to all the silly ‘spaces for people’ bollards in the town, buses from parts of Lanarkshire that come through the city centre can no longer access Buchanan Bus Station from George Square as the roads that cover the east and west sides of the square have been closed. The west side closure seems particularly odd as it’s also necessitated the relocation of the city tour buses, so that a nearby pub can use the road instead as a beer garden....only in Glasgow....
Anyway here we see 67063 (SN65ZFB) approaching the bus station from the other direction after a rather unnecessarily long convoluted diversion through the city centre. Branded up for the 240 service that it’s on, these buses are being slowly repainted in the new livery style. They were some of the earliest branded buses and initially wore the branding on their olympia livery.
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Fabyan Forest Preserve
Geneva, Illinois (shot west from here 41.870647, -88.307661)
I've heard the story recently (probably apocryphal) that Colonel Fabyan had an ongoing conflict with the Army Corps of Engineers regarding his construction on the Fox River (his estate spanned the river). They argued that the river was navigable and that prevented some of the things that he wanted to do. So he built this lighthouse to help with the "navigation" on the river (with all of the dams and weirs along the Fox, it isn't useful for anything but recreational boating).
March 17, 2020
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Spotted this at Packwood House, a tiny ladybird on an Allium trying to rescue another ladybird that had been caught and spun by a spider.
The image that has been painted over was created by an artist called Guido van Helten. It is illustrated on p. 143 of the wonderful book Chamberlain, L. 2015 Street Art Australia. published by Explore Australia in Richmond Victoria. On p. 141 there is an illustration of the equally magnificent painting of an Aboriginal face by Adnate, which is located about 100m from the van Helten face.
In case anyone wants to know, the firm is called Valley Kitchens. I would not be using them.
As pointless as a broken pencil - part two
As part of Glasgow City Council’s relentless policy of making getting about Glasgow as difficult as possible unless you’re a cyclist - who tend to cycle on the pavements anyway in my experience - the Council in their infinite stupidity...I mean wisdom....have turned Gordon Street outside Central Station to one way traffic heading eastbound.
This has meant as a result the Glasgow Stationlink bus can no longer stop underneath the Central Station canopy for the first time since the service begun back in the 1980s. So it’s been moved from its convenient location under the canopy, protecting passengers from the elements, to a hastily erected bus stop outside a nearby Co-op supermarket in Union Street. This means potential passengers have to head out a side entrance, down some stairs, cross a busy road and then get on the bus, a far more inconvenient location. If you’ve got mobility issues you’ve got an even longer walk to it. Then, the Council in their infinite stupidity they’ve also blocked the bus lane in North Hanover street and closed of parts of George Square for the same daft reasons leaving this bus with a more convoluted route now. How is this supposed to improve public transport and encourage people back on to it is best left to these so called traffic planning experts.
Here is 41602 (SN65ZHA) pausing for a breather at its new terminus.
The eastbound North Coast Hiawatha, led by a SDP40F/FP7 lashup, meets a pair of SDP40Fs on the westbound Empire Builder in late 1973. The SDP40Fs were the first new locomotives purchased by Amtrak and were assigned to transcontinental routes.
The models are from Athearn; the Hiawatha belongs to Greg Ryan and the Empire Builder is Craig Willett's.
Photo by Greg Ryan.
Visit the HO scale club on-line at www.napmltd.com.
So I got this adorable set of clothes for Wendy, my littlefee, and they just so happen to fit my pullips too!
Although most of them are silly graphic tees, so Lily is the only one who dares to wear them.(Sorry this photo is sort of boring and dark and plain)
Wendy's new self will probably arrive after I've gone on vacation (visiting my friend, Suptobia who also visited me this summer vacation. So excited for that!!), which is a little sad. I'm super excited to get her home either way, she is so gorgeous and perfect! :D
The last few weeks have been exhausting, to say the least, but granted, also very interesting.
I have had a themed week (about stones, of all things. Surprisingly not boring) with my class, a week where I was visiting a workplace to get taught how they get it to work and stuff like that.
Then, this week, I had some tests with my school, which stressed me as much out as test and working under pressure does to me, but at least I've gotten it over with.
I've also lately gained a philosophy that everything is interesting if you have knowledge about it, if you put yourself out there and try to understand it.
There are of course always things you have more of a feel for, things that you are more passionate about or that you naturally are more interested in and know more about than others, but most bad things come from not knowing things.
I've worked with molden old stones and been enchanted by how surprisingly interesting the subject was, I've followed a nurse for a week to get some insight on how that was as a job and I have not once been bored whilst gaining all this new information. It has been quite an eyeopener, to realize that I could stray so far from what I initially found interesting and still be engaged and interested all the same.
Also, I've thought a lot about what constant competition does to ones unconsciousness, and I've realised how bitter you end up sounding if you constantly compare yourself to others, thinking you could've done it better than them or constantly criticising others work, thinking it is a competition. I have caught myself thinking in that direction a couple of times and stopped myself. I should be happy that person has success, accept others opinions, not compare myself with them or them with me, as that will wither my heart and my mind, dust will cover my eyes and my approach to life would become bitter and selfish.
This is just a personal approach to my own train of thoughts, I'm not trying to belittle others, it's just good to clear your mind of jealousy and brittle, desperate thoughts of success and who deserves what they have.
Anyways, yet another of Idas insights (should i begin naming them that? They occur often enough to be recognized and named, hah).
I hope you're all feeling beautiful and happy, and if you are so lucky to have a vacation around now, I hope you enjoy it.