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are you here to make your confession, my son?
yes, father. it's my first time. I'm not sure if I can do it.
of course you can. what are your sins, my son?
you promise not to tell anyone?
you can rely on me. in fact, it's nothing personal at all. go ahead, ask me if I care.
you don't care?
whatever you did is definitely not my problem. no way. isn't that comforting?
somehow it's not exactly what I thought.
you see? I knew I could put your mind at ease.
yeah. something like that.
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I've been studying recent developments in the whole AI/Midjourney technology thing, and discovered a serious problem: some of my images here on Flickr have been used to "train image-generation AI".
There's a site you can use to find out if any of your work has been used to train the Laion-5B and Laion-400M image datasets: haveibeentrained.com I have found my photographs reproduced in whole, clearly without my permission and in violation of my Intellectual Property Rights.
Class Action lawsuits are ongoing to prevent unauthorized use of people's work, because clearly there need to be some rules about what can and cannot be used to train these datasets. You may want to look to see if any of YOUR photos are used in this way.
I'm contacting management at Flickr to find out what my options are. ALL of my images here on Flickr are marked as Copyrighted, and no unauthorized use of them is permitted. I'm curious to see how Flickr responds to this problem. I'm ready to permanently pull the plug on my Flickr account if I am not satisfied with the outcome. @flickr
Until there is some sort of resolution of this problem, either through class action lawsuits or Flickr safeguarding members work from misappropriation, I will only post a blank grey square every day, indefinitely.
A problematic situation at one of the restaurants at Khao San Road in Bangkk, Thailand.
Street photography - www.maciejdakowicz.com/street-photography/
- ! - I don’t know what happens with Flickr. Just don’t let me enter. If in a remote case I could enter, kicks me out in the next 5 minutes. Only let me enter from my cellphone. So, I can give you stars and sometimes comment too, but I can’t add to groups or make tags, or reading flickrmails. So, mean while Flickr lets me enter again, I will be at 500px... So far so good. My apologies. Hope this will be fixed soon :-)
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I'm starting to have a problem finding places for all my toys...
CWD562: Giants and lilliputians. Check it out on Black.
"I'm telling you, these aren't a new version of Stormtrooper."
Stormtrooper Steve and Stuart encounter problems after a delivery mix up.
Re-edited and Re-posted - 27/09/11
although I think this bullshit isn't OK at all!
It's very very hard to add your photos to my favs at the moment. It sucks!
Con esta cámara tuve en su momento también problemas de back focus, así que estas pruebas con una distancia de enfoque tan pequeña me hacen ver que resolví el problema. La fotografía es de dos envoltorios de rollos de Kosmo Foto.
Cámara: Kowa Six
Película: Ilford Fp4
ISO: 125
Velocidad Obturación: 1 Seg
Apertura : f5.6
Distancia Focal: 85mm
Objetivo: Kowa 2.8/85mm + Close Up 4
Datos Revelado
Revelador: Rodinal
Paro: Fomacitro
Fijador: Agfa Fix Ag
15 min 20º
Dilución 1:50
Agitación estándar
I have a serious problem with Cardinals - whenever I see one I am compelled to take a picture of them. The usual scenario is this: I'm in the middle of tracking another bird that I've been following for countless minutes, waiting for it to show itself. Then along comes this beautiful Cardinal to distract me and it works. Of course as soon as I go to shoot the Cardinal the other bird comes out in the open for a second and naturally I miss the shot. I'm sure the Cardinal knows exactly what it is doing - just look at that expression on his face.
11/52
First photo with a new waterdrop machine I've built, there are still some problems to fix, thanks for viewing!
Now running 15 minutes late due to track problems at Winwick Junction, DCR Class 60, No 60029 'Ben Nevis' passes Chapel Lane bridge (Acton Bridge) on 6Z19 12.31hrs Ravenhead Sidings to Chaddesden Sidings e/jna's. 1st July 2021.
Copyright: 8A Rail
pic made originally for avatrait.
we decided not to put this...
but i love this pc...so i posted it!!!!
here u are guys!!
ILIAN AND HIO ARE HERE!!!!
PS: ILIAN POSE BY Hio Taringa
Major line problems on the metro today between Monument and South Shields, meant we had some of our buses out on Metro Replacement. Vehicles we put on were 215 216 225 and 201.
Our next champion and one of the most detailed I've created Urbosa!
This figure was quite simple with very minimal sculpting, except for the hair. xD The only major problem I had was getting the parts for this fig as the color of her skin was hard to find, but eventually I found all of the pieces I needed.
The torso was sanded down to give her the curve and the legs were extended using Billy's method. All sculpting was done with Procreate and Greenstuff and and I used Apple Barrel, Citadel, and Anita paints. The sword was made using card, paper, Procreate, Lego pieces, and a Brickarms handle.
Now I'd like to talk about the shield specifically, you might think that it's just a flat piece of card with Procreate added on to it, but then you'd be wrong. The shield is 100% handmade and it actually hollow instead of being a flat surface. I was inspired to do it this way by Detroitika and how he makes his swords. So huge thanks to him for the inspiration.
Now that's all I have to say about the fig, comments and faves are appreciated! Up next is Mipha!
EDIT: If you noticed she doesn't have the little tail things on her boots, that's because they were very hard to make and unstable so I decided to not have them :p
“Wowsers, Sky, what have you been up to? You look shattered.” Asked Bertie as he watched his friend still struggling with a jar of honey.
“I’ve been trying to sort out a problem we have, Bertie. At the moment the problem is winning.”
“Is it anything to do with that jar of honey, and all these tools, Sky?”
“It is all to do with these tools and this jar of honey, plus all the other jars of honey we have in hiding.”
“I borrowed some from Posh rather than start my own honey this morning. I think it was older and I didn’t want his jars to go out of date and then him have to throw it away.”
“That is very good of you, Bertie, to think about Posh’s honey and how bad he would feel having to throw some away. It does not, however, help me to solve this problem any more than all these tools have done.”
“Hello, Bertie, Sky, looks like the man is going to use his picture taking thingy again. What are you doing, Sky?” Asked Posh as he joined his friends sitting down beside them.
“We have a problem, Posh. The people the man buys his groceries from have either changed or they have changed the honey they are supplying. The problem is that I can’t seem to get the top off the jars. I have tried three or it could have been two, I’m not that good at counting, but I do know that I couldn’t get to the honey.”
“I see, yes, it is a different size jar, I can see that. Have you tried the thing that wraps around the top of the jar and sometimes opens it?”
“Of course, it didn’t help. You try and see if you can move it, Posh. You are bigger and stronger than me so you might be able to open it.”
“Very well, you hold onto the jar, Sky, and I’ll try and remove the lid.” Said Posh Bear as he grasped the lid and tried to turn it.
“No, sorry Sky, I can’t move it. We’ll have to come up with another way to open the jar.” Said Posh.
“Can I try, Sky, I might be able to open it for you?” Asked Bertie.
“If Posh can’t open it then I don’t think you’ll be able to, Bertie. I could ask Buttons to open it but he wants to have half the jar every time he opens one.” Said Sky scratching his head with his paw.
“Well, tell him he can’t have half the jar after he has opened it, Sky. Just say that it is wrong to take advantage like that.” Said Bertie trying not to grin.
“Bertie, have you seen the size of that bear? If he says Easter is in December this year, I’m not telling him it isn’t. He is a bit of a grump at any time and anyway, it wouldn’t improve his mood telling him he couldn’t have some honey.” Said Sky now looking desperate.
“Are you sure I can’t try and open it for you, Sky? I wouldn’t want half a jar in payment.” Said Bertie softly.
“I know, Bertie and thank you for your kind offer but I honestly feel that if Posh has tried and I have tried, and failed, then it is going to take someone extra strong to get this open. I wonder if the shop we get our honey from sells a honey jar opener. Maybe that is the answer.” Said Sky slightly brightening up at the idea.
“That would be good long term, Sky, but that won’t help you right now.” Said Posh Bear.
“Thanks Posh, that has really cheered me up. Which school did you go to, to learn such tact and diplomacy? Here comes the man and he is ready for the picture I think.” Said Sky trying to smile and failing.
The photograph taken the bears waited until the man began clear things away before they too started to move. Bertie picked up the jar of honey in his paws, placed it between his leg paws and gripped it tightly then took hold of the lid and twisted. There was a slight hiss, and the lid came off.
“Sky, you need to be careful when you take your jar of honey back as the lid is off.” He said smugly.
“But how, what did you do, how did that…? Stammered Sky.
“It was easy, you just need the knack. Let us go back to your stock and then I’ll show you how it is done on two more jars, one for Posh and the other for me.”
“But, but two jars?” Asked Sky in astonishment.
“Yes, Sky, I think it is about time you began sharing like the rest of us. It is the only way you are going to get any more honey.” Said Bertie firmly.
“I’m going to really enjoy this jar of honey.” Said Posh bear smiling. “A jar of Sky’s honey, that is a first!”
Presumably there was a problem with the route number blind mechanism, but someone had used their initiative in order to get the bus into service!
Problem: Peaches and blueberries ripening too quickly.
Solution: Blueberry-Peach sour cream coffee cake.
Veteran Suicide, is the topic for today. This is going to be another long one folks. As you read; I don’t want you to think of me. I’d like you to think of your husband, your wife, your partner, your son, daughter, grandson, grand daughter. The 1%, having the courage, to serve and defend our nation. I will be covering events that happened yesterday, and the impact it has on the mental health of our veterans.
Again, this is not about me. Its how veterans are treated at VA facilities, and some of the civilian medical facilities, we are sent to.
I had an appointment, with an ophthalmologist, early the other morning. I have intermediate vision loss in my right eye, and now problems in my left eye. Very similar, to the description from a woman, who’s child was a victim of Electronic Weapons (also know as the Havana Syndrome). She, a US Citizen, a child of a person interviewed, on 60 Minutes; 2-20-22. I’ve had problems with my right eye, for over two years now. Bouncing from VA Hospitals, VA Clinics; trying to find someone that gives a shit.
I get ready, lock up the motorhome and head for Grand Junction, Colorado, VA. I’m only 30 minutes away, and not rushed. VA, is an abbreviation for the Veteran’s Administration. A place where Veterans, are supposed to receive medical care. I pull off the National Forest Road, onto the main highway. Just, as I come over the hill, not a mile from our camp; there’s a State Trooper. Waiting, to try and catch me speeding. This happens, over and over again, when I have an appointment. I look at my speedometer, and slow it down a bit. I also see a guy just up the road. This minion, sets along the road, waiting to see which direction I take. Its another act to let me know I’m being watched. An attempt of intimation, along with a physiological attack on my mental health. Koda and I, head on down the road to Grand Junction.
As we pull into the parking lot, a man quickly cuts us off, and takes the last spot, close to the entrance door. It’s early, and hardly anyone is in the office. Once I check in; the perps start rolling in. Koda and I are setting in the lobby. These perps start with their over the top; hand in pocket skit. Then, some start the hair flipping shit. I’m talking 5 women, coming and going, flipping their hair as far int the air as they can. Even the staff chime in. Yes, folks, Koda and I are in a medical facility. As the women flip their hair, the men stair directly into Koda’s eyes. One even comes over, looking as threatening as possible. Wearing a big billed cap, big dark glasses, and a large black mask. He sets down right beside us, bends down, looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda, laying at my feet. The man asked if he could pet Koda, as he looks sternly into his eyes. I said no, he a Service Dog. I then asked if he wouldn’t stare into his eyes. I told him; dogs can take it as threatening. Koda, didn’t, because he’s used to it. Many VA staff, do it all the time. Even a Patient Advocate, that is supposed to help Veterans. This person is supposed to help veterans; having problems with the VA.
I stood up for myself and my dog, so now the minions are really pissed. They send in more Village Idiots, Sociopaths and Narcissist. Displaying their Perp Colors, fake coughs, arms flailing, American Flag Face Masks, large dark glasses, and stupidly big headphones. I’m talking big, big headphones. Not earbuds.
After seeing the doctor, a nurse has Koda and I, set in the hallway. She then, brigs over the guy with the stupid big headphones. She tells him to set right beside Koda, on my left. Even though, there are seats to my right. Koda, is getting uncomfortable, but continues to lay by my side, unmoved. He starts to whine a bit, as he looks up to me. He’s getting very uncomfortable, I see it in his face. The guy is playing something through his headphones that’s irritating Koda, intensely. I can’t hear it, and I’m not hard on hearing. The ‘Stupid Big Headphone Skit’, is used on us quite often. Especially, when we go to a laundry mat. They use something that makes Koda, extremely anxious and irritated. Many, actually smile, while doing so. This was at a civilian ophthalmologist office. I will say, the doctor was more thorough in the hour and a half, we were there; than the VA has, in over 2 years. This doctor ordered lab work, and an ultra sound. A skit; is what I call these, conspired, and practiced acts, of Gang Stalking/Domestic Terrorism.
I’m still waiting on an MRI read, from over two moths ago, that I got at the Phoinex VA. The Neuro-Ophithmoligest, at Barrow Neurological Institute. Spent less time with me, than I did filling out a little paperwork. He was dismissive and short. After, over two years of dealing with my right eye; I had to demand an MRI. I’m still waiting for a video call, so he can give me the MRI results. I have no confidence in a diagnosis or prognosis, from this guy. Their office Gaslighting me, leaving repeat message; that I have an in office appointment Monday, in Phoenix. This appointment is a video conference call, I set up before heading back to Colorado. I confirmed it two weeks ago. This week, and today, as I write this; they call with prerecorded messages and text. Wanting me to confirm, an in office visit for Monday. I’ve called them many times, left messages, and got ghosted.
So, now we are headed to the Grand Junction, VA, to get my lab work done. The front parking lot is full, so we head to the parking garage. We have the minions, trolling around to see where we park. We find a spot in the garage and park. I gather my things, and Koda the Magnificent. I open the car door, someone just behind us, honks their car horn 6 times. This wasn’t an alarm, this was one of the minions, letting everyone know; we are getting out of the car. It’s also a psychological stimuli, that lets you know, you are being watched. We get it, all the time, and have recorded it.
We walk to the back entrance. There are two VA Police Officers, and a man; standing in front of the door, blocking our way. We get through these guys, I use the hand sanitizer. The guy with the tan blazer, says something about my “furry friend.
A few years back I had surgery, one of many. I was living and working in Yosemite National Park. I was using the Fresno, California, VA. My daughter flew out, to help me with recovery, and spend Fathers Day with me. What a daughter…. While I was in the hospital, she would come to visit daily. When I was able to walk, she would walk with me down the halls of this beautiful hospital. These hallways filled with pictures of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice. Past wars, and their participants. She’s holding my arm, I look at her, looking at the pictures. Wondering if she can absorb, the depth of the sacrifice behind them. We get to the end of the hall and turn around. I see a young man in the hallway. Kooks to be early 20s. My daughter looked a little blushed. She looked directly at me and said; “Dad, that guy has been following me, every time I visit”. No Shit, my daughter was being stalked at the VA Hospital. All, the while; VA Police, watch on their many cameras. VA Police, will try to bait, intimidate and watch Targets, like a hawk. Yes, folks, this shit really happens at our VA facilities. You have to ask yourself; Is this how our CIA and FBI, train their Minions? They recruit KIDS, while they are in High School!
I knew better than to stop, and respond to these guys. I headed for the lab, with my ophthalmologist lab request. I went to the window, to check in. There was also supposed to a lab request, from the Phoenix VA. I was told last week, it was in the system; when speaking to one of the traveling vet coordinators. It wasn’t. I was told I had to go to the ER, and get a doctors authorization, for the new request. I didn’t have a problem with that, because; its to make sure and verify, its a legit request. What I have a problem with; is the Grand Junction VA Staff, and other minions, intently in wait, to attack my mental health, bait me, harass me, and set me up.
We go back down, to the ER. As we walk towards the check in window, a guy standing a distance from it, steps up to the window. He’s stalling, Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward, He’s giving more minions time to show up. They weren’t expecting me to come right in today. This also gave the staff time enough time, to come up with excuses, for why my other lab request, was not in the system. When I was told by phone, it was.
I finally check in, and we have a seat. There are a few people in the area, but not too crowded. As soon as we do, a guy close to us; leans over and looks directly into Koda’s eyes. Koda looks away. The man continues this, with extremely stern looks. I asked him please not to, said it’s a threatening act to a dog. He knows this, but is baiting for a confrontation. The simple fuck, is finally called away, but is replaced by two others. One not wearing a mask. The VA requires a face mask at this facility, and I believe all. Koda, has been uncomfortable since we walked in. He knows where we are, and what to expect. We got the same treatment last Friday. He still lays patiently, at my side. A woman comes in, sets a large purse on a seat across from us. Then, sits on our side across from it. I start receiving a light Electronic Weapons attack. I don’t know if its coming from her purse. As she sets there smiling, her mask pulled down, so I can see.
A nurse calls us up to the front. As Koda and I squeeze through the minions sent to bait and harass us. We walk pass the purse, the woman so intently sat in a chair. Koda stops and sniffs it. Seriously, he does. He gets attacked with Electronic Weapons, and audio stimuli, too. Koda and I work are way through the now, packed waiting area. The nurse has my records in his hand. As we walk towards him; several nurses rush to cut us off. When we do reach him; he tells me, I’m the wrong patient, have a seat. Koda and I look for a clear path back to our seat; another nurse comes up and start Gaslighting about the Mental Health Ward. I stood up for a while, because of setting all morning at two different facilities. There was a man in an electric wheelchair. He asked about Koda, so we stopped and talked with him for a while.
He asked about service dogs. I told him; as far as I know, the VA does not provide Service dogs. There are many civilian groups that help veterans obtain a service dog. Many times, at no, or low cost to the veteran. That’s the norm, for our Veterans. They have to reach out to civilian organizations, to get their required medical needs. That’s because the VA, and our government wont. Why is that Mr President? You continually bring up your sons military service, while veterans are reaching out to civilian agencies, because the VA WON’T fulfill their needs. How long have you been in politic? Why don’t you add another 800 Billion to the Defense Spending; while veterans kill themselves.
I told the man I am, an Advance Certified Animal Care Specialist, and trained Koda myself. He asked to pet Koda, and I let him. Koda, licked his hand softly and gave him his sweetest look. I showed him a few hand signals, I’ve taught him. We were both lost in the gentle actions of Koda. For a moment; we forgot about the crowded clinic. That didn’t last long; because the minions, can’t have it. Rick is enjoying himself; we have to do something about it. Nurse, after nurse strolling by. Clicking pens, fake coughs, flailing arms, and Mental Health Ward Gaslighting. Then, one brings out the American Flag. Yep, they have to throw that in our face. When all else fails, they use the American Flag. It’s folded, and just a Gaslighting Prop. They pulled that one two years ago, after I complained to the Patient Advocate. Koda, and I handle ourselves like pros, because we are. This is a small VA Hospital, with very limited doctor staff. Nurses, think they control the show, Many times they do. Free Speech, is not so Free; in the United States of America. It can cost you dearly.
An hour later, I finally got the Ophthalmologist request in. We headed back up to the lab. We had the minions rushing ahead of us, to the elevator. Koda and I entered, one man had a clear plastic bag. This bag had the exact items, I left on our kitchen counter this morning. This, another act of Gaslighting. It also, lets a Target Know, they are being watched, or someone has entered their home. It’s another Gaslighting Tactic; used to attack the mental health of a Target, to bait and discredit them.
Then, there are two others. Dressed in their Bright Perp Colors. The man, working his way, as close to Koda as possible. We stood to the back, but when the elevator opened, they wanted us to exit first. We didn’t, and I told the two by the door to go ahead. As they did, I could see the man in the tan blazer. He was the same man, with the two VA Police, when we first came in. He was standing just to the right of the elevator door. As Koda and I step to the door, I said wait. That’s his command to stop and wait. Knowing that at almost every corner, entrance or exit; a minion, is waiting. Koda, stops and waits. As we do, the man in the tan blazer, walks pass us. As he does, he reaches into the elevator, open handed, fingers separated, right at Koda face. The two that stepped out ahead of us, standing there, in their perp colors, to witness; if I act out. I didn’t, and neither did Koda. I told the man “He’s a service dog, you don’t do that to someones service dog”. He smiles and says “I was just saying hi”. I didn’t start a confrontation, and we left for the lab. We are in a medical facility, the staff is not educated enough, to not reach out, at a Service Dog? Give me a fucking break….
We go into this small room so I can get my blood drawn. The smell of sanitizer and alcohol, was overwhelming. It irritated Koda, immensely. He still, just lay at my left side. I ran labs at two veterinary facilities, and at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo; in Colorado. I know what labs and exam rooms smell like. This is a tactic used on Targets. They use the sense of smell to harass and Gaslight Targets. They will use sanitizer, alcohol, auto exhaust, second hand smoke, the smell of gasoline and diesel. You can see them in action, at the Grand Junction Walmart, parking lot. It’s on their cameras.
We finished our labs, and head to the parking garage. Ahead of us, rushes someone from the Hospital. He walks upwind, and lights a cigarette. We get in the car and leave, as the minions come out flipping their hair.
We drive across the street to have lunch. It was literally just across the street. It was a long morning, and our day not even half over. We gather our things, go in. As we enter; there are two young guys setting by the window. Probably in their early twenties, they start fake coughing. There’s a woman ahead of us, she stalling, giving other minions time to show up. Koda and I patiently wait. The guy at the counter disappeared. We are used to this. More minions, come marching in. Yep, its a Stupid Fest; sponsored by the Local Village Idiots Association. I finally get my order in, take my cup, get mobbed at the soft drink fountain. The Coke dispenser didn’t work, I mentioned it to the employee that rushed up there ahead of us. She moved the top of the Coke tap, and said try it. I did, as sprays all over Koda and I.
We have a seat, Koda laying at my left fett, minion after minion, walking by; looking directly down at Koda. Not even giving me a glance; just intently, looking into Koda’s eyes. Koda the Magnificent didn’t even flinch. He was looking at dad, waiting for the delicious morsels, he so well deserved. While we ate, someone blocked the view to our car, with an SUV. It was soon surrounded, by vans, trucks, and SUVs. None of them had an electric car, Mr Transportation Secretary. I don’t know where these Bottom Feeders are getting their gas money from? They don’t seem to be working.
We finished our lunch, headed to the door, as a minion rushes to the bathroom, thinking I may have to pee. They will leave piss all over the floor for Koda to step in. Really, they will. Just ask the Walmart employees in Grand Junction, Colorado, or Buckeye, Arizona. We get in the car, someone has moved my rear view mirror, changed my air conditioning settings (it’s going to be 100 today). Both my back windows were down about an inch. Nothing taken, just shit tampered with. This is the norm, for a Targeted Individual, in the United Sates of America.
Koda and I headed to the River Park. They have several fenced, dog play areas. We got there before noon, not to hot for Koda yet. I took him there often, after I first adopted him. For socialization and other training. There are pictures from two years ago, in our photostream.
When we arrived, there was no one in the three open play areas. I’m thinking great, Koda can be a dog! But, I know what’s coming. He’s looking around, a bit confused, its been two years. He finally realized where he was. He starts skipping across the grass, running, happy as can be. It was short lived; the minions start showing up. First, we had a guy brig in a big pit-bull. Thinking I would be intimidated. I’ve worked with military working dogs for years, pit-bulls are sweethearts; compared. Koda wasn’t intimidated either. His tail wagging, panting, happy to make a new friend. NOT, what they expected. Koda, rushes up to the bruit, as do I, covering his back. I started talking, with the young guy who brought him in. Just basic things, he had questions about his dog, I happily gave him suggestions. His wife (Miss Honey-Pot), setting in the car, joins us. Short-shorts, bending and stretching exposing way to much flesh. I didn’t mind, but didn’t drool over it. It’s Basic Gang Stalking 101.
Then comes in the Red Husky. It was followed by a manly-man. Shaved head, muscles bulging everywhere, tight shirt and pants. Koda rushes to greet the Husky, his happy self. The Husky, a young male, seemed a bit taken. Koda and the Pittie rushing at him. The guy who brought it in, came over to the picnic table. The Perp Couple, still there. The Husky had a Service dog vest, so I asked the guy about him. He told me about a local organization, that trains them and gives them to vets.
Then he tried to repeat some of the same conversation, I had with the guy in the electric wheel chair, this morning. He tried hard, but flubbed it. This is called Street Theater. The guy told me he was a vet with PTSD. I’m not going to question that. I could tell the man was troubled. It showed in his eye contact, facial expressions. I could tell anxiety was setting in. I didn’t fault this man. I didn’t judge him. I’m sure so many have. He told me he was a veteran, I could see he was troubled; that was enough. Some people are recruited into Gang Stalking, even veterans. Often, being offered something that can’t achieve for themselves. Unknowing, of the full picture. Mr President; why don’t you help veterans in need of service dogs? This poor guy tried his best, then went and sat in his truck, with his dog. My heart weighing heavy, knowing this struggling man, has been so wrongly misguided.
As Koda is having a blast; a FedEx Semi pulls into the parking lots. He takes up a ton of parking places. Parking, facing the side of my car. So, he can set in his truck, watch me, and my car. Then a big construction truck pulls in. It has a cherry picker. It parked behind us. This is a small, city parking lot.
I get mobbed, followed, blocked and cut off by FedEx, UPS, and USPS drivers, all the time. No shit folks, many people are afraid to discuss it, but IT IS TRUE. Our Government Agencies; have their minions all over the United States. Spying on, baiting and harassing, Targets. They even have your neighbors spying on you. Some call it the Neighborhood Watch, others call it Gang Stalking. It’s Domestic Terrorism! Just look up he definition if you need to. Educate yourselves, please.
Karen came in, as he was leaving the play area. Her job was to throw balls towards the fence. Close to the outer sidewalk. As she did; local sociopaths, waiting for an opportune moment. They would ride by on a bikes, skates; in their colors. Some, carrying floats for the swimming area (too far away). There’s a parking lot, not full at all. Trying everything to try and get Koda to chase and bark after them. All the while, getting their daily needs, of sociopathic fulfillment. It didn’t work that well. Koda was getting to hot and tired to chase anything. They continued trying, in their bright orange and red colors. Their combined intelligence, far lower, than this amazing dog that has blessed my life. But, they will try and take that away from me. Weekly, daily; sometimes. Koda was getting hot, so it was time for us to leave.
We needed to get a few groceries. I wanted to try a local City Market in Fruita, Colorado. It’s only about 12 miles from our camp. The minions in wait; knowing there are a few things I need. Yep, they really do. I’m sure they did an inventory while I was gone. They tamper with my motorhome, all the time. They like to tamper with my frig in the summer, move things around, sometimes destroy small items. They did this in Yosemite National Park too.
As we pull in; they had the Honey-Pot walking pass me. There were minions waiting to mob and block us at the carts; just like Walmart. Once inside, they started setting up. Using their carts, their bodies; to block me from getting ranch dressing, veggies, salad-mix, bread, butter and water. One woman attempting 4 times, thinking I needed more than I did. I was tempted to ask her to hold my phone, as I start a prerecord, loud, extended fart, on it. But, decided against it. A prank I share with my granddaughters. Yes, I’ve been watching too much YouTube.
We get the same community mobbing show, as we do at Walmart. But, with less intensity; piece of cake. I wanted one, as I walked through the bakery. Koda helps pull my heavy cart, with the water and all. We headed to the checkout. Billy-Bob, was waiting to cut in front of us. The young couple ahead of him, were keeping the cashier occupied by their personal life. Long after they paid. They gave another, time to slip in behind us. Sometimes these people will switch things out; from my cart, or the conveyor. As another keeps me occupied, by harassing Koda. This guy didn’t, he just got smothering close. As we leave, we get blocked at the doors, a bid diesel truck; setting up to accelerate just in front of us, as we step out the doors. As we leave; here comes the Hony-Pot again.
You may ask; who is “they”. “They”, are some of the people you work with. “They”, are some of people working in our VA Hospitals, Clinics. “They”, are some of your neighbors. “They”, may be a relative, someone you may consider as a friend. “They”, are some of the police officers, in your community, your state. “They”, are many, in our government agencies.
Mr President, Mr CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors, as you cower in the Halls of our Nation. Like, the Law Enforcement Officers, in the Halls, of the a Uvalde Texas, Grade School. As teachers and children are slaughtered. How many veterans have have ended their lives today? How many have committed suicide while on your watch? How many can be attributed to the horrific treatment, at VA Facilities; from VA Staff. By the retaliation, mobbing, gaslighting, harassment, dismissal; from VA Staff? How long are you going to pretend that Electronic Weapons; are not being used and tested, on us citizens, on US Soil? How long are you going to pretend Gang Stalking is not real? That this is not Domestic Terrorism! You criticize other Nations on their Human Rights Treatment! You can’t even keep your own houses in order! Look at our History!
There are veterans afraid to speak out. I’ve spoken to some of them. I don’t question their courage, one bit. No one should. So, send you minions my way. The Airplanes, Jets and Helicopters. The Village Idiots, Sociopaths, and Narcissist; that do your bidding. Attack my character, discredit me, destroy my life. My mental health is fine, I can take it; I have for 14 years. There are many that can’t!
And, LEAVE MY DAUGHTER AND DOG ALONE.
Like, many would like you to belive; No, I don't belive everyone is out to get me. Just the Bottom Feeders, trying to destroy our democrocy.
I have spoke to many in the medical field. Gaslighting in our medical facilities (not just veteran), is extremely common. Workplace Mobbing, is at all time highs. Employers, are scratching their heads, wondering why; many don’t want to return to work. It’s the Toxic Work Environment, in the United States. Workplace Mobbing, is rewarded in the United States Workplace. Those that are willing to lie, cheat, steal and ride on the backs of others; are the ones being promoted.
The title, The Morning After; is from the following morning of my last post (Contentment). In that post; I wrote the Gunfire ended. I spoke to soon. When I stepped out the next day, putting our solar panels out; the Gunfire started again. When I took Koda out to pee, at 7 am; there was a motorcycle waiting behind the hill. The one in the picture, the right foreground. He comes flying through the dry creek bed, to the left of our motorhome. You see it in the picture. I took it standing 5 foot, to the left of our motorhome. I play fetch with Koda there. In the mornings and some evenings. That's why they do it. The minion on the motorcycle, does a couple loops around the back of the motorhome, too. That day, we had the Loma, Colorado, Village Idiots firing high powered rifles. When we went out to move solar panels, and our morning walk. I solar for 95% of my electrical needs, and move them to get max output. They use the sun, to judge the time of day, and when I will come out. When I took Koda out to pee, for the evening; here comes another motorcycle, doing the same thing. But yes, Mr FBI Director and Local Law Enforcement; its all just a coincidence. As you would like the United States of America, and the world to think.
I need to move in my solar panels folks. Billy-Bob is waiting by the roadside. He wants to see if I bring Koda out, without a leash. Everything I’ve told you is real, and TRUE. Its not based on my feelings; as a VA staff member, tried to tell me today. It’s based on some of the best, military reconnaissance training, in the world. It’s based on 14 years, of documents, videos, pictures and conversations with other Targeted Individual, in the United States. Gang Stalking is real in the United States of America. Don’t let anyone tell you its not, or just a Conspiracy Theory (their normal Scape-Goat). Violence, is not the answer. Neither, is Mobbing someones house, or workplace. Educate yourself, speak out, us online venues, vote. If you look hard enough, you will find the truth. Please do, before it disappears; like so much, in American History. As I tried to upload this, I couldn’t log onto Flickr. Someone had changed my password. I had to reset it. Someone, also locked me out of my VA, online account. This is what happens when you tell the TRUTH, about the United States of America.
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Spent some time cleaning the filters and lenses today, it's not often they are all out…..anyway it turned in to a quick snap to document the occasion!!
I do not have a problem…….
From top left -
Canon 100mm f/2
Leitz 90mm Elmarit f/2.8
Leitz 135mm Tele Elmar f/4
Leica 90mm Summicron f/2
Arco Tokyo 135mm Tele Colinar f/3.8
Leitz 135mm Hektor f/4.5
Leitz 90mm Elmar f/4
Voigtlander 90mm Apo Lanthar f/3.5
Konica Hexanon 60mm f/1.2
Canon 100mm f/3.5
Voigtlander 75mm Heliar f/1.8
Leica 50mm Summilux f/1.4 Asph
Canon 50mm f/1.4
Voigtlander 50mm Nokton f/1.5 Asph
Jupiter 50mm f/1.5
Zeiss 50mm C Sonnar f/1.5
Voigtlander 50mm Nokton f/1.1
Leitz 50mm Summicron f/2 Type II
Tokyo Kogaku 50mm Topcor S f/2
Leitz 50mm Summicron f/2 Collapsible
NIKKOR 50mm S.C f/1.4
Leitz 50mm Elmar f/2.8
Voigtlander 35mm Nokton f/1.2 Type II
Voigtlander 40mm Nokton f/1.4
Leica 35mm Summicron f/2 Asph
Leica 35mm Summilux f/1.4 Asph
Voigtlander 28mm Ultron f/1.9 Asph
Voigtlander 21mm Ultron f/1.8 Asph
Voigtlander 15mm Super Wide Heliar f/4.5 Asph
Leitz 50mm Elmar f/3.5
Leitz 35mm Summicron f/2 (Pre Asph) v.1
Canon 35mm f/2.8
Leitz 35mm Summaron f/3.5
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There appeared to be a phasing problem with the traffic light at this intersection. Fifteen cars are visible in this shot but the line continues out of the frame. The curve in the foreground is both one end of the Happy Valley circle and the outlet from Russell Street Depot (which closed in 1989.)
A breed of cat found in the area around Lake Van, which is 1600m above sea level. They usually have different coloured eyes, and when taken to an area of lower altitude, they develop health problems.
FINALEMENT J'AI GAGNE !!!!
texture problem has solved
left: PNG, right: TGA (24bit)
「テクスチャをPNGでなく、他の形式にしてみたらどうか」
というアドバイスに従ってTGA形式で作ってみた。
左のうさぎはPNGのテクスチャ、右はTGA。
ありがとうございます！！！！
失敗例
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・耳が曲がっていない
CurvをApplyし忘れていた。
Object modeの時しか曲がらず、Edit modeになった時に耳が真っ直ぐになることには気づいていたものの、UPするときには曲がってるだろうと思い込んでいた。
・片耳が透明
平面で作った耳をミラー反転させた結果、右耳は裏の透明部分が表に出ている。（Solidifyに気付く前にうｐした例なので）
厚みをつける時、外側につけるか、内側につけるかにも気をつける必要あり。
If you have a problem, don't say it to "Anyone" because 20% of people don't care about it and the other 80% are glad you have it!!!
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First day of New Route 304 operating between Custom House & Manor Park Part replacing Route 104 between Lonsdale Avenue and Manor Park Station, the new route provides a new connection to the Elizabeth Line as well as being the 1st and only Double Deck Route to directly serve Newham hospital,
Compared to most first days of New Contract Wins or New Route introductions the 304s suffered no problems apart from the General Public still trying to process the Route Changes in newham,
The route is operated by Go-Ahead London from River Road Garage (RR) using a mixed Allocation
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Bitter irony in Chicago. Homelessness remains such a persistent problem. With the celebration of the season we must also keep the suffering of the less fortunate in mind.
On the bridge over Main Street. I checked under the bridge most carefully -- due to the frequent to-and-fro trip-trapping of the local goatish brethren, there were no trolls. So, I decided it was a good place to leave a nautilus.
And thought about the design problems. Although the pitch of the spiral is within the proper range, the curves I'm using are not right, side-to-side. When unwrapped, I suspect we'll find the growth lines of the real nautilus are parabolas. I intend to find out.
Indian children LOVE to be in front of the camera....
It was a REAL problem to make some photos.. but so funny at the same time :)))
In this particular one, I was trying to keep those two away from the stairs, but it was almost impossible!
ehehe
I'll crop them one day... couldn't do it this time!
Hummmm... look at this oldie!
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