View allAll Photos Tagged postmortem
Dr. Ian Lane Davis spoke about AI in games at the Boston Post Mortem. He was fantastic, great speaker. Great guy and easy to hang out with and talk to.
South Africa - KwaZulu Natal - Opathe Game Reserve - Dr Dave Cooper and Ezemvelo KZN Wildlife rangers doing postmortem on white rhino shot dead by poachers.
World Painted Blood 2011
-SETLIST-
World Painted Blood
Hate Worldwide
War Ensemble
Postmortem
Temptation
Stain of Mind
Disciple
Dead Skin Mask
Dittohead
Americon
Not Of This God
Mandatory Suicide
Chemical Warfare
Payback
Seasons in the Abyss
Snuff
Encore:
South of Heaven
Raining Blood
Black Magic
Angel of Death
Yo-SD Colin and Yo-SD Anne SWD
Since I like old Victorian pictures, especially postmortem photography a lot, I tried it for my sweet dolls.
Louise FitzGerald, resident in the Anatomic Pathology Department, takes measurements of the Swan River dolphin.
The Tanglewood Bunneh Hutch and Caledon Regency's Camera Obscura were both exhibiting Victorian mourning photos.
The subject matter may seem macabre at first, but not when one places oneself back in time....when, particularly in the case of a small child, this might be the only photo a family had by which to remember a lost one.
ThePhillyGrind.net. Poor kid, just a teen, Thea thought to herself. She knew her partner looked at her quizzically. Rather than looking at the blood covered body Thea was checking out the butterfly tattoo on her ankles.
How can so much pain lead to so much Growth?
Discover the grit and grind of personal growth, in a world where everything is against you! Find Out Now. Visit ThePhillyGrind.net.
Baudelaire
The object that we saw, let us recall,
This summer morn when warmth and beauty mingle —
At the path's turn, a carcase lay asprawl
Upon a bed of shingle.
Legs raised, like some old whore far-gone in passion,
The burning, deadly, poison-sweating mass
Opened its paunch in careless, cynic fashion,
Ballooned with evil gas.
On this putrescence the sun blazed in gold,
Cooking it to a turn with eager care —
So to repay to Nature, hundredfold,
What she had mingled there.
The sky, as on the opening of a flower,
On this superb obscenity smiled bright.
The stench drove at us, with such fearsome power
You thought you'd swoon outright.
Flies trumpeted upon the rotten belly
Whence larvae poured in legions far and wide,
And flowed, like molten and liquescent jelly,
Down living rags of hide.
The mass ran down, or, like a wave elated
Rolled itself on, and crackled as if frying:
You'd think that corpse, by vague breath animated,
Drew life from multiplying.
Through that strange world a rustling rumour ran
Like rushing water or a gust of air,
Or grain that winnowers, with rhythmic fan,
Sweep simmering here and there.
It seemed a dream after the forms grew fainter,
Or like a sketch that slowly seems to dawn
On a forgotten canvas, which the painter
From memory has drawn.
Behind the rocks a restless cur that slunk
Eyed us with fretful greed to recommence
His feast, amidst the bonework, on the chunk
That he had torn from thence.
Yet you'll resemble this infection too
One day, and stink and sprawl in such a fashion,
Star of my eyes, sun of my nature, you,
My angel and my passion!
Yes, you must come to this, O queen of graces,
At length, when the last sacraments are over,
And you go down to moulder in dark places
Beneath the grass and clover.
Then tell the vermin as it takes its pleasance
And feasts with kisses on that face of yours,
I've kept intact in form and godlike essence
Our decomposed amours!
#baudelaire #post-mortem #carcas #austin