the earth did not stop spinning. the baby Jesus did not cry, the churches and temples still stand, but there he is, our "atheist" city councilman paying attention and asking thoughtful questions. scary-looking, ain't he?

I will explain why...

 

For it’s the duty of each one of us to be the best we can be... Beauty is easy to shoot... Beauty is acceptable…this is not beauty... But I hope it's though provoking...

If this makes you stare and think... Then, then I’m happy...

 

There's nothing wrong to ask the question why?

Please remember.

 

To control the light is to control photography...

  

TIO...

 

01 April 2018

Its into the 9th year since I shot this and the situation in the DTES has only deteriorated. Governments have worsened the situation by piling more social housing in the area adding to the “customers with no cash” syndrome. The area is named “Canada’s poorest postal code” by activists and the poverty pimps love the situation making the area one of “Canada’s richest postal codes”, the only differenence being the pimp money goes home at night. Helpful groups support too many by offering them food daily with zero obligation. Its become an impossible sitiuation to address given the current state of political governance.

I wish this was just a sick April Fools Day joke but unfortuantely not.

 

Sleeping on a sidewalk in the Downtown East Side (DTES) of Vancouver BC takes on a different sense of survival than is observed in many west side sleepers. A combination of mental issues, drug sale and use, area resident poverty and the resulting community of "Customers With No Cash" combine for a perfect locale to take advantage of people on the edge where living is not comparable to what most of us bring to mind in our own comfortable world. Prostitution and drugs are a large part of this community. One can not help feel sorry and remorseful this exists in self important Vancouver.

 

The irony of this photo is it was shot about 10 feet from the entrance of BC Housing's recently opened Orange Hall office (open 10 am to 4 pm Monday to Friday) 297 Hastings Street at Gore Ave. This situation has steadily gone downhill since the Federal Governemt cut back funding for social housing.

  

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH:

From BC Housing website:

October 3rd, 2014

VICTORIA – The B.C. government is strengthening the non-profit housing sector by transferring provincially-owned properties to non-profit housing providers.

 

The Province owns approximately 350 parcels of land throughout British Columbia that are currently leased long-term to non-profit housing providers who own and operate social housing buildings on these properties.

 

The non-profit housing sector has been asking for this step for many years. Having ownership of the land will improve a non-profit’s ability to support better long-term planning and selfsufficiency. Owning the lands they operate on will also help non-profits secure the financing they need to be sustainable.

 

In order to transfer title, the Province will end these leases, and then transfer ownership of the land to the societies. The properties will be transferred at fair market value. The Province will assist the societies to secure mortgages on the properties. The current operating agreement that BC Housing has with each non-profit society will remain in place. Approximately 115 properties will be transferred by March 31, 2015, and the rest will be transferred over the next three years.

 

In addition, the Province is looking to transfer ownership of two properties currently managed by BC Housing to non-profit societies. The Province will begin the process by posting Expressions of Interest for Nicholson Tower and Stamps Place in Vancouver shortly.

 

Tenants will not be impacted by these transfers, and the amount of affordable housing stock will remain stable. Non-profit societies have been providing social housing in B.C. for more than 60 years. Today more than 90% of social housing is managed by non-profit societies.

 

THE GLOBE & MAIL:

FRANCES BULA

VANCOUVER — The Globe and Mail

Published Monday, Oct. 13 2014

 

Vancouver won’t solve street homelessness until both the city and province focus on targeting the limited supply of expensive social housing to those who need it most, say experts.

 

That means help can’t go to anyone who passes through a shelter or an outdoor camp or even to someone who sleeps outside temporarily. In the vast majority of cases, people who become homeless experience it briefly and are able to avoid losing housing again.

 

But people working on eliminating homelessness do not always understand that the thousands of people who experience homelessness in a year don’t all need expensive subsidized housing. That should be reserved for the chronically homeless, who are not sufficiently helped by temporary assistance with rent or other social supports.

 

“For nearly 90 per cent of people counted as homeless, they’ll get themselves out of homelessness on their own,” says Tim Richter, who led Calgary’s 10-year plan to end homelessness and is now the president of the Canadian Alliance to End Homelessness. “It’s critical to set priorities. It shouldn’t be first-come, first-served.”

 

One of the region’s most experienced homelessness researchers, former Vancouver city-hall staffer Judy Graves, said the city is reaping the results of city and provincial staff not always setting the right priorities for the past six years. This past winter, Vancouver still had a count of 533 people sleeping outside (less than in 2008, but more than in 2011), even though the province and city have opened up thousands of new social-housing units rented at welfare-level rates.

 

It’s an issue that is returning to haunt Vision Vancouver Mayor Gregor Robertson, who promised in 2008 to end street homelessness by 2015, during this fall’s civic-election campaign.

 

His administration, which has pushed the issue non-stop since he was first elected, has recently exceeded previous efforts by jumping last month into paying for all the costs of converting a downtown Quality Inn to transitional housing, as well as all the costs of a new shelter nearby. Usually the province covers the majority of costs for both of those kinds of housing.

 

But Ms. Graves said even that unusual effort, accompanied by several hundred other new provincial units about to open, isn’t going to solve the problem by January, 2015.

 

That’s because the province is only committed to using half of the incoming housing units for the chronically homeless. And city staff also don’t always correctly identify who is the most in need.

 

“Both the city and province have bought into housing by wait lists,” said Ms. Graves. “It just can’t work. You have to work as though you’re in a disaster zone.”

 

She said she had doubts that the majority of people who camped in Oppenheimer Park over the summer were homeless, but they got priority for the scarce number of rooms available.

 

As well, in the early stages of the province’s big social-housing construction push, which will see 14 towers completed with around 1,400 units by the end, non-profit operators were simply moving people from residential hotel rooms into the new buildings.

 

That meant the housing didn’t go to the chronically homeless and the most in need, but worse, it then allowed landlords in the residential hotels to do renovations, raise rents, or refuse new low-income tenants once the former tenants were relocated to social housing.

 

That then reduced the overall number of private, low-cost housing units in the city. Ms. Graves said the whole region is experiencing an acute shortage of those kinds of private units now. It has become a game of musical chairs for housing-outreach workers to get a low-cost unit for someone trying to get out of shelters or off the street, she said.

 

All cities are grappling with constant pressures that create more homelessness at the front end: low working-class incomes that can’t keep up with gentrification and rising rents key among them, said Ms. Graves. That has left cities trying to solve the problem at the back end, trying to house all the people made homeless as a result of many larger forces.

 

24 HRS VANCOUVER - 16 OCT 14

16 Oct 2014 24 Hours VancouverJANE DEACON Comment at vancouver.24hrs.c

Laura Dilley, PACE Society Action Week, PACE plans to draft housing recommendations for city council before the coming election.

“Oftentimes we will create housing models not including the voices of those we would be housing,” said Dilley.

Rising rent prices that force people out of SROs is a significant factor, as well as landlords who refuse to rent to sex workers out of legal concerns, said Dilley. Low- income housing conditions that require tenants stay in at night or guests to sign in are also significant barriers. She estimates between 10 to 15% of sex workers fall under the category of “survival” or street- based prostitution. For that vulnerable population, simply switching professions is often not an option, said Dilley.

“They’re really forced and entrenched to continuously do that work because they have no options out of it, because we have such stigma in our society that they can’t seek help, they can’t find affordable housing, so they’re really stuck in that situation,” she said.

 

17 April 2019:

 

B.C. drug users demand clean supply, but fear they won’t live to see it happen

By David P. BallStar Vancouver

Tues., April 16, 2019

  

VANCOUVER—Several hundred Vancouverites marked three years since the province declared a public health emergency over the thousands of people killed by overdoses.

 

But as they marched Tuesday from the safe-injection clinic Insite through downtown Vancouver, advocates say “contaminated” drugs have taken a toll on their own leaders.

 

For B.C. Association of People on Methadone member Garth Mullins, the losses are mounting, and it’s been destabilizing and “disorganizing” for the drug-reform movement.

 

“We’ve lost rank and file members and leaders in such high numbers over the last five years,” he said, wearing a distinctive black case of the overdose-reversing drug naloxone on his belt. “It’s hard to organize or think strategically when you’re always doing triage, planning a memorial.”

 

Just last month the president of his organization, Chereece Keewatin, died from a fentanyl overdose. Mullins knew Keewatin for at least six years, and invited her to join the editorial board of the podcast Crackdown, of which he is executive producer.

 

“Chereece was really little, but she had this tremendous capacity to lift people’s spirits,” he said in an interview. “You’d have meetings where we talk about really, really bleak subjects, but she had these funny asides to cut through the bleakness.

 

“She made people laugh. In that way, she took responsibility for the whole collective emotional state of the group.”

 

It’s not just the B.C. Association of People on Methadone that’s seen the direct “casualties” of what Mullins called “a war.” The Vancouver Area Network of Drug Users and the national Canadian Association of People who Use Drugs have also lost high-ranking board members in recent years.

 

Since 2016, nearly 11,000 people have died across Canada from opioid overdoses, according to the most recent federal and provincial data. The majority of those deaths were from opioids such as fentanyl or its more deadly variants, but B.C. remains the epicentre for roughly a third of those deaths, 1,500 of them last year alone.

 

On average, four British Columbians died every day from overdoses last year, much higher than the national average and largely unchanged since the province’s April 2016 declaration of a public health emergency.

 

11 May 2020

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A wall mural in the DTES poses a valid question, "how do we end the drug crisis"? A more basic question, how did we get here?

 

Vancouver, B.C. is consistently ranked at the top of the list for the world’s most liveable cities - but not for many in the DTES.

 

The city has a dirty little secret that it has been trying to suppress for decades. The historic four-block area near East Hastings and Main Street — the DTES — known as one of the “poorest postal codes” in Canada, has a combination of drug use, HIV, homelessness, prostitution, mental illness, and crime all making up this poor off neighbourhood.

 

To be successful as a drug lord you need a steady, reliable, cheap supply of product, a location where you can operate relatively free from prosecution and away you go. The prime location ingredients Vancouver offers is the DTES.

 

Over the decades continuing city administrations have built a community of “customers with no cash” by loading the DTES with blocks of not for profit social housing. Along with the myriad of Single Room Occupancy hotels (SRO's) the area is prime territory for the drug trade.

 

Social housing should be spread throughout the city to provide a society of different financial means for common support - IMO.

 

Administrations over the years have been loath to attempt social housing in the rich city enclaves due to onerous push back. It was and still is more expedient to keep adding more social housing in the DTES where there is minimal opposition.

 

***** Today there are at least 6 City of Vancouver development permit applications on file for more social housing in the DTES.

 

The process is welcomed by the myriad of DTES support service groups who like their clientele close at hand and the clientele are fine with it as services are nearby.

 

DTES government and service support groups along with poverty pimp lawyers who have a hissy fit if anyone tries to change the dial, while also making money off the situation, has resulted in the perfect condition for drug dealers to flourish.

 

Social housing residents, many older, Asian and often mentally challenged are living in a hell hole neighbourhood with little individual voice.

 

In recent years, the area is seeing an east creeping gentrification. This is causing the DTES street population to be squeezed into a smaller footprint resulting in more confrontation and the appearance of a worsening situation even though overall the numbers of street people remains fairly constant.

 

The amount of taxpayer dollars spent in the area is staggering with little to show for the investment.

 

Vancouver has always had a drug problem. The opioids of choice — and the increasingly staggering death toll — have changed over the years.

 

In 2017 Fentanyl killed so many Canadians it caused the average life expectancy in B.C. to drop for the first time in decades. But for crime kingpins, it became a source of such astonishing wealth it disrupted the Vancouver-area real estate market.

 

SOME BACKGROUND:

Excerpt from the Province Newspaper by reporter Randy Shore 18 March, 2017.

 

When members of the Royal Commission to Investigate Chinese and Japanese Immigration came to Vancouver in 1901, they got an eyeful.

“There were whole rooms of Chinese lying stretched out on beds with the opium apparatus laid out before them — all unmindful that their attitudes and surrounding conditions are being taken note of to assist in keeping the remainder of their countrymen entirely out of Canada,” reported the Vancouver World newspaper.

 

The fringes of Vancouver’s Chinatown have always been the centre of Canada’s opiate trade. Ever more potent and easily smuggled versions emerged through the decades, culminating in the scourge of synthetic opiates — fentanyl and carfentanil — thousands of times more powerful and many times more deadly than opium.

 

Opium was a source of revenue for governments of the day. A federal duty imposed on importers fetched hundreds of thousands of dollars between 1874 and 1899. In B.C. ports, and cities charged hundreds of dollars to purveyors in the form of business licences.

 

Between 1923 and 1932, more than 700 Chinese men were deported for drug-related violations.

 

Under constant pressure from the police, opium users began to inject their hit, as the technique created no smoke or aroma and used smaller equipment, which could be easily hidden. In the 1920s and 1930s, white users tended to be young criminals, “racetrack hands, and circus and show people” who smoked opium or sniffed heroin.

 

By the mid-1930s, heroin was one of the most common drugs in circulation and white users were increasingly taking the drug intravenously, especially as prices rose due to scarcity brought about by vigorous law enforcement.

 

The outbreak of the Second World War put opiate addicts into a state of crisis, as opiate drugs were required in great quantities for the war wounded. The street price of a hit — whether heroin, morphine or codeine — shot up and crime along with it.

 

In the post-war period, right through to the mid-’60s, Vancouver was ground zero for Canada’s intravenous drug scene, made up mainly of petty criminals, troubled youths fed by drug lords.

 

Before the ’40s were over, highly refined white heroin had appeared and it was coming from overseas to satisfy a hungry market in Vancouver, home to half of the country’s drug users.

 

Heroin use remained a constant undercurrent in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside during the ’70s and ’80s, even as alcohol was the neighbourhood’s real drug of choice.

 

But a flood of a new and even more potent “China White” heroin arriving into the city reignited public outrage in the early ’90s. A spate of 331 overdose deaths in 1993 spurred B.C. coroner Vince Cain to call for the decriminalization of heroin and addicts be prescribed the drug to legally maintain their habit.

 

It would be nearly 15 years before the Study to Assess Long-term Opioid Maintenance Effectiveness (SALOME) began in Vancouver, just about the time a new threat emerged.

 

Up to 80 times as powerful as heroin, fentanyl hit the streets and reduced the risk for traffickers as it was so concentrated, transportation was easier.

 

The carnage wrought by fentanyl has been without precedent.

 

Heroin seized in drug busts is routinely cut with fentanyl and in recent months the presence of carfentanil.

 

SUMMARY:

 

Where will this go next, who knows ?

 

The richest of societies should be especially judged by how they treat their least fortunate, and Vancouver has its challenge set out for the foreseeable future.

 

UPDATE 23 MAY 2020 - VANCOUVER SUN

John Mackie: The Downtown Eastside is a war zone disaster — stop ghettoizing it.

John Mackie, Vancouver Sun 23 May 2020

Twenty years ago local musician Kuba Oms was recording at the Miller Block, a now defunct Hastings Street recording studio near Save-On-Meats.

 

He jaywalked and was stopped by a cop, who handed him a ticket.

 

“I said ‘Are you kidding me?’” Oms recounts. “You know there’s a guy shooting up over there, and a crack dealer over there. And the cop said ‘That’s a health issue.’”

 

That story pretty much sums up the city’s attitude toward the Downtown Eastside over the past few decades.

 

In some ways the cop was right — it is a Vancouver health issue. But letting people openly do drugs in public and turn Hastings and the wider Downtown Eastside into a ghetto is political correctness gone mad.

 

Drive down Hastings Street between Abbott and Gore and you’ll see dozens, even hundreds of people hanging out on the street, in various states of sobriety. They are definitely not social distancing. It’s a miracle that COVID-19 hasn’t swept the entire area.

 

The height of this madness was the recent occupation of Oppenheimer Park. Vancouver has real issues of homelessness, but to some degree Oppenheimer was about a fringe group of politicos manipulating the homeless.

 

Many police resources were diverted to the park and there was a crime wave in nearby Chinatown — one business closed because they were being robbed a dozen times a day.

 

The province recently made hotel rooms available for the homeless people occupying Oppenheimer Park, so things have calmed down somewhat. But the big question is what happens in a few months? Is government going to find permanent homes for them?

 

Odds are if they do, it will be in highrises in the Downtown Eastside. For decades that’s where the city and province have been concentrating social housing, especially for the mentally ill and drug addicted.

 

Their argument is these residents feel comfortable there. But the reality is the more poverty is concentrated, the worse the area seems to become.

 

Maybe it’s time for the city of Vancouver to give its head a shake and realize that its much-ballyhooed Downtown Eastside Plan is actually part of the problem, not the solution.

 

Part of the plan decrees you can’t build condos on Hastings between Carrall Street in Gastown and Heatley Avenue in Strathcona, or in historic Japantown around Oppenheimer Park.

 

Development in those areas has to be rental only, with at least 60 per cent social housing. This pretty much ensures that no market housing is built in the poorest area of the city.

 

When the plan was unveiled in 2014, Vancouver’s former head planner Brian Jackson said the aim was to ensure that low-income people in the Downtown Eastside weren’t displaced.

 

“The plan is attempting to achieve balance,” he explained then.

 

In fact, the plan does the exact opposite. There is no balance in the Downtown Eastside: It’s been turned into a ghetto. A friend who’s worked there for two decades calls it a war zone.

 

The city desperately need some market housing, co-ops and development on Hastings and around Oppenheimer. The anti-poverty activists will scream blue murder that it’s gentrification, but it’s actually normalization. You don’t have to displace anybody, you just have add a different mix to make it safer.

 

I live in Strathcona, where about 6,500 people live in social housing and about 3,500 in market homes. It’s a close-knit neighbourhood that has the balance Brian Jackson was taking about — it’s diverse and features a variety of incomes.

 

Japantown and the Downtown Eastside could be a real neighbourhood again if the city retained its stock of handsome historic buildings but allowed some development of its many non-descript structures.

 

It could be like Strathcona, even the West End. But I fear it could get even worse, if the planners and politicians continue to concentrate all the Lower Mainland’s poverty and social ills in one small area.

 

jmackie@postmedia.com

 

John Mackie is a veteran Postmedia reporter who has written several stories about Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside Plan.

 

13 JULY, 2020

Vancouver can’t catch up to its housing crisis

 

ADRIENNE TANNER

SPECIAL TO THE GLOBE AND MAIL

PUBLISHED 13 JULY 2020

 

It is obvious now the cheers that erupted when Vancouver’s longest running tent city was dismantled were wildly premature. Fearing a COVID-19 outbreak would take hold in the overcrowded inner-city camp, the provincial government in April acquired emergency housing in hotels for homeless people living there and cleared the site.

 

Many camp residents embraced the offer of a clean room. Some refused and relocated outdoors. The camp shifted, first to some empty Port of Vancouver land, and when a court order quickly shut it down, finally landed in Strathcona Park. With each move, it grew.

 

Today there are about 150 tents Strathcona Park, roughly double the number there were in Oppenheimer Park. How many inhabitants are truly homeless is anyone’s guess. Some of the tents were erected by activists with homes. Others belong to people living in single room occupancy hotels, the worst of which are noisy, bug-infested and so hot that some residents prefer to spend summer outside.

  

There is already an air of permanence to the camp; the city has installed porta-potties, fresh drinking water and handwashing stations. Park rangers drop by a few times daily. The area is reasonably clean, but these are early days.

 

Strathcona residents are largely sympathetic to homeless people, but are understandably unhappy about losing a large chunk of park space. They fear the same violence and social disorder that cropped up at Oppenheimer is inevitable; there has already been a small fire and there appears to be a bike chop shop on site. There are cries for the city to sanction a permanent tent city location – elsewhere, of course.

 

So how exactly did the province’s efforts to shut down a tent city and house homeless people backfire so badly? The city and provincial officials have been out-manoeuvered and out-organized by anti-poverty activists who seized a COVID-19 opportunity when they saw it.

 

The pandemic raised fears the Oppenheimer tent city would turn into a reservoir of disease that could overwhelm the health system. The activists know that’s why the government cleared the camp and purchased hotels for social housing. They understand this is the moment to highlight society’s failure to solve homelessness, even if their end goals seem to differ. Some are calling for permanent housing – others prefer the idea of a permanent, free-wheeling tent city.

  

The sorry truth is, even with the addition of 600 units of temporary modular housing and, more recently, the purchase of three downtown hotels, there are still more homeless people than homes. Successions of governments at all levels have allowed this crisis to grow. They’ve failed to build enough social housing. Failed to provide adequate mental health services. Failed to fund enough drug rehabilitation programs for those who want to quit and provide a safe drug supply for those who can’t.

 

So, now here we are with the largest homeless camp the city has ever seen and another stressed-out neighbourhood. Legally, the new tent city may prove more difficult to dismantle – it’s a large park and the tents are well spaced so the pandemic may not wash as a valid reason. And unless housing is available for everyone who is homeless, it is unlikely the courts would grant an injunction.

 

Solving problems associated with homelessness is a huge challenge. We can start with housing, but that alone is not nearly enough. Many of the people living in the hotels and park are drug users. Many are mentally ill. Some are both. It takes money – and lots of it – to provide decent housing and supports for this segment of society.

  

But to cave to demands for a permanent tent city is an American-style admission of defeat. The park board seems resigned to tent cities in parks and is considering a bylaw seeking to control locations. City council has resisted sanctioning a permanent spot, instead offering up land for new social housing. The province has stepped up with money for temporary modular housing and purchases of hotels.

 

It will be tough to keep neighbourhoods onside if more parks are rendered unusable for recreation. There is only one palatable solution; the provincial government must stay the course and keep adding decent, affordable housing. It won’t be cheap or easy. Catchup never is.

 

01 APRIL 2022

More than 2,200 British Columbians lost to illicit drugs in 2021

 

The toxic illicit drug supply claimed the lives of at least 2,224 British Columbians in 2021, according to preliminary data released by the BC Coroners Service.

 

“Over the past seven years, our province has experienced a devastating loss of life due to a toxic illicit drug supply,” said Lisa Lapointe, chief coroner. “This public health emergency has impacted families and communities across the province and shows no sign of abating. In 2021 alone, more than 2,200 families experienced the devastating loss of a loved one. In the past seven years, the rate of death due to illicit drug toxicity in our province has risen more than 400%. Drug toxicity is now second only to cancers in B.C. for potential years of life lost. We cannot simply hope that things will improve. It is long past time to end the chaos and devastation in our communities resulting from the flourishing illicit drug market, and to ensure, on an urgent basis, access across the province to a safe, reliable regulated drug supply.”

 

The last two months of 2021 saw the largest number of suspected illicit drug deaths ever recorded in the province, with 210 deaths in November and an additional 215 in December. The 2,224 total number of deaths is 26% more than the 1,767 illicit drug-related deaths investigated by the BC Coroners Service in 2020, and equates to an average of 6.1 lives lost every day.

 

The provincewide death rate in 2021 was 42.8 per 100,000 residents. Every health authority in B.C. experienced a record loss of lives.

 

Since the public health emergency into substance-related harms was first declared in April 2016, more than 8,800 British Columbians have been lost to toxic drugs.

 

Toxicological testing once again underscores the reality that the illicit drug supply continues to be unstable and increasingly toxic. Fentanyl was detected in 83% of samples tested in 2021. Carfentanil was present in 187 results, almost triple the number recorded in 2020 (66).

 

Additionally, 50% of samples in December tested positive for etizolam, more than three times the rate of detection in July 2020 (15%). Benzodiazepines create significant challenges for life-saving efforts as naloxone does not reverse its effects. As with previous reporting, almost all test results included the presence of multiple substances.

 

“We need decision-makers at all levels to recognize and respond to this public health emergency with the level of urgency it demands,” Lapointe said. “The reality is this: every day we wait to act, six more people will die. COVID-19 has shown what is possible when goverments act decisively to save lives. And in order to save lives in this public-heath emergency, we need to provide people with access to the substances they need, where and when they need them. Time has run out for research and discussion. It is time to take action.”

 

Additional key preliminary findings are below. Data is subject to change as additional toxicology results are received:

 

In 2021, 71% of those who died as a result of suspected drug toxicity were between 30 to 59, and 78% were male.

The townships that experienced the highest number of illicit drug toxicity deaths in 2021 were Vancouver, Surrey and Victoria.

By health authority, in 2021, the highest numbers of illicit drug toxicity deaths were in the Fraser and Vancouver Coastal health authorities (765 and 615 deaths, respectively), making up 62% of all such deaths during this period.

By health authority, in 2021, the highest rates of death were in Vancouver Coastal Health (49 deaths per 100,000 individuals) and Northern Health (48 per 100,000).

By Health Service Delivery Area, in 2021, the highest rates of death were in Vancouver, Thompson Cariboo, Northwest, Northern Interior and Fraser East.

By Local Health Area, in 2021, the highest rates of death were in Upper Skeena, Merritt, Enderby, Lillooet and North Thompson.

Quotes:

 

Dr. Nel Wieman, deputy chief medical officer, First Nations Health Authority –

 

“The number of deaths due to toxic drug poisonings for 2021 translates to devastating losses of First Nations people: daughters and sons, aunties and uncles, mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, and grandfathers and grandmothers. These are people who loved and were loved. In every year since this public health emergency was declared, B.C. First Nations people have been over-represented in toxic drug-poisoning events and deaths. We must change our understanding of the root causes of substance use and addiction, and work together to address the stigmas surrounding toxic drug use and the people who use drugs. We must continue to invest in Indigenous-specific, culturally safe harm-reduction, treatment and recovery services that are accessible, timely and free from discrimination and racism.”

 

Guy Felicella, peer clinical adviser, Vancouver Coastal Health –

 

“I join the thousands of British Columbians who are heartbroken, frustrated and angry over this unfathomable loss. Every one of these deaths was preventable and represents a failure to act, a failure to learn from mistakes. Change nothing and nothing changes. That’s been the story now for years as the approach throughout this crisis has been to meet policies where they’re at, rather than meeting people who use drugs where they’re at. This approach is killing and continues to kill people. Who has the courage to step forward and make this stop?”

 

AUGUST 2023

Today’s release of the report on drug toxicity deaths for the month of July 2023 by the BC Coroners Service is a stark reminder that the ongoing toxic-drug crisis continues to have a devastating impact on communities across our province. We hold in our hearts the memories of the 198 people lost in July in British Columbia.

 

The coroners service said the 1,455 deaths from January to July are the most ever reported in the first seven months of the year since a public health emergency over drug poisoning deaths in the province was declared in 2016.

 

It puts the province on pace to potentially exceed the 2,383 deaths recorded in 2022. A total of 12,739 people in the province have died from drug overdoses in the seven years.

 

30 NOVEMBER, 2023

At least 2,039 British Columbians have died from toxic drugs so far this year, according to preliminary figures released by the B.C. Coroners Service on Thursday, 29 November, 2023.

 

Of those, 189 people died in October, which is about 6.1 deaths a day. Most of the dead were between 30 and 59 years of age, and more than three-quarters were men, according to the coroner.

 

While the largest number of deaths reported so far has been in urban centres, such as Vancouver, Surrey and Victoria, the health authority with the highest rate of death in 2023 is Northern Health, with 61 deaths per 100,000 residents, according to the coroner.

 

As in previous months, fentanyl was found in most — 85 per cent — of the illicit drugs tested, often combined with other opioids or stimulants such as cocaine and methamphetamine.

 

Earlier this month, Interior Health issued a drug advisory warning for people who use drugs that some substances being advertised as hydromorphone on the black market contain isotonitazine, a drug the coroner says is as potent as fentanyl.

 

Unregulated drug toxicity is the leading cause of death in B.C. for people aged 10 to 59, accounting for more deaths than homicides, suicides, accidents and natural disease combined, the coroner said.

 

Since a public health emergency was declared in 2016, more than 13,000 people have died.

 

JANUARY 2024:

Jennifer Whiteside, Minister of Mental Health and Addictions, has released the following statement regarding the BC Coroners Service year-end report on illicit drug toxicity deaths:

 

“Today, as we reflect on the year behind us, our hearts are heavy with the loss of 2,511 people in British Columbia to toxic drugs. Each of these lives was precious and important, each with their own story, their own dreams and people who love them. They were part of our community, and their loss is felt deeply by us all.

 

So what is the game plane to stop it?

 

C. seeks to keep cash seized from Downtown Eastside gang

 

Courtesy Kim Bolan and the Vancouver Sun.

  

Kim Bolan is an experienced and award-winning journalist who has covered gangs in British Columbia for the past 40 years. Bolan also investigated the Air India bombing for 25 years until the publication in 2005 of her book, Loss of Faith.

  

The B.C. government has filed a lawsuit against a group of alleged Downtown Eastside drug traffickers, seeking the forfeiture of more than $150,000 seized from them.

 

The lawsuit, filed this week by the director of civil forfeiture, names four defendants that it alleges are part of a criminal organization investigated by the Vancouver Police Department.

  

While the group is not named in the statement of claim, details of the VPD probe outlined in the court document match an investigation into Zone 43 — a gang that originated in Montreal but has taken over the Downtown Eastside in recent years. Zone 43 has connections to B.C.’s notorious Wolfpack gang alliance.

 

In June, the VPD announced arrests of several Zone 43 gangsters, though they were released pending approval of charges.

 

The VPD said it had seized firearms, 24 kilos of drugs and $150,000 in cash during searches on May 14 in Vancouver and Burnaby.

 

The civil forfeiture lawsuit refers to three VPD searches done on the same date in the same cities and alleges Shayne Cozier-Flanagan, Evantee Jevontee Eustace Stoney, Tristin Johnson and Raimon Geday were “participating in the activities of a criminal organization.”

 

When police searched Stoney’s apartment on the 30th floor at 2388 Madison Ave. in Burnaby, they found $143,910.75 in Canadian currency and $607 in U.S. currency, the lawsuit said.

  

Officers seized another $5,800 at Cozier-Flanagan’s suite, also on the 30th floor, at 5665 Boundary Rd. in Vancouver, it said.

 

About $3,417 was seized from Johnson, who also lives in the Madison apartment, when he was arrested in the 300-block of East Hastings. Another $1,920 was found in Geday’s room in a supportive housing building on Kaslo Street, the lawsuit said.

 

The VPD also seized a 2017 Acura RDX, of which Stoney is the registered owner and which was used “to facilitate the trafficking of controlled substances,” the civil forfeiture director alleged.

 

The statement of claim notes that both Stoney and Geday have previous trafficking convictions and are banned from possessing firearms.

 

All four men named in the lawsuit “trafficked in controlled substances in the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver and the surrounding areas,” the lawsuit alleges.

 

In the Boundary apartment, police also found a money counter and business cards with the number to call to purchase drugs — known as a ‘dialer’ number.

 

In the Madison suite, the VPD also found dilaudid pills, oxycodone pills and “score sheets” documenting drug sales, collection and debts.

 

In Geday’s room, police found crack cocaine, powdered cocaine, crystal methamphetamine and another 275 dilaudid pills, as well as score sheets, bear spray and “miscellaneous drug packaging materials.”

 

The cash and car should be forfeited to the government because they are proceeds of or were used for unlawful activity, the lawsuit alleged.

 

The crimes committed include possession for the purpose of trafficking and trafficking, committing offences for the benefit of a criminal organization, conspiracy, money laundering and failure to declare taxable income, it alleged

 

No statements of defence have yet been filed on behalf of the four men.

 

Vancouver Police Insp. Phil Heard said at the June news conference that Zone 43 gangsters “pose a very significant risk to the public. They’re involved in a well-documented conflict ongoing in the province of Quebec with a rival group.”

 

Sources say the gang is still selling drugs in the Downtown Eastside.

 

AUGUST 2025:

The law protects the rights of the most vulnerable among us to live in filth and despair

Pete McMartin: I'm tired of how homelessness and addiction take up so much oxygen in the social discourse.

 

Published Aug 03, 2025

 

In 2014, Vancouver Sun reporter Lori Culbert and I wrote a weeklong series of stories identifying the government social welfare programs — and their cost to taxpayers — in Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside.

 

Over 100 programs existed just for housing. Thirty provided health care, 30 offered family services and a miscellany of another 100 services — including a food bank for pets — brought the total to 260 social welfare agencies operating solely within the eight square blocks of the DTES.

 

Those 260 programs served just 6,500 clients.

 

Five years earlier, in 2009, Province reporter David Carrigg also did a survey of the programs available in the DTES, and he identified 174 social welfare agencies offering services to about 5,000 clients.

 

In other words, in the five years between Carrigg’s survey and Culbert’s and mine, not only had the number of people needing help grown but so had the number of agencies serving them.

 

And the cost to taxpayers?

 

Over $360 million annually.

 

That astounding figure — almost a million dollars a day — did little to satisfy the DTES’s voracious appetite for tax dollars. More to the point, it did nothing to eradicate the misery and living conditions of the people who lived there.

 

Rather than winning the war on poverty — and what a quaint phrase that seems now — governments engineered a truce, with the unstated understanding that if they couldn’t solve the problem or spend their way out of it, they could contain it. Those 260 social service bureaucracies weren’t solutions to an intractable problem; they were barricades. They ghettoized their impoverished clientele by concentrating the services on which they depended.

 

And let’s be honest: The public was complicit in this, and content for it to continue as long as the misery stayed confined within the borders of the DTES.

 

And yet here we are. The squalor spreads. It corrodes a once-vibrant downtown core. It infiltrates the suburbs. Daily acts of random violence and vandalism have become normalized, while a cornucopia of drugs — some decriminalized, some tolerated, many deadly — act as accelerants.

 

In 2016, a year after our survey, provincial health officer Dr. Perry Kendall declared a public health emergency under the Public Health Act due to the alarming rise in opioid-related overdose deaths. Since then, over 16,000 people have died from those opioids. That’s not progress. It’s a plague.

 

Nothing, absolutely nothing, has worked. Over the decades, the problem has been studied to death — admittedly, a poor choice of words — with consultants and academics and the legions of poverty industry advocates offering up solutions that ultimately fail. They fail because they’re predicated on two simple criteria:

 

1. Give us more money.

 

2. Give us more of everything — housing, hospital beds, food banks, drugs, injection sites, counselling or — and this is always implicit — empathy, with a side order of collective guilt.

 

I’ve seen this in my own newspaper.

 

In one recent opinion piece, the author laments that it has been the public’s and governments’ norm “to daily bypass our downtrodden, our homeless, our addicted or mentally ill on the street as though they are either invisible or merely equivalent to lampposts” — to which I have to reply: ‘Are you f—ng kidding me?’

 

The public and its governments have done exactly the opposite and, short of bathing their feet with Christ-like piety, have directed billions of tax dollars not only to ease the suffering of the homeless, the addicted and the mentally ill, but also to make them completely dependent upon those dollars.

 

Another Sun story — this one again by Culbert — examined the merits of involuntary care through the experiences of three addicts who underwent the process, and while two saw it as beneficial and helped them get clean, the third condemned it as “dehumanizing” and a cause of her PTSD. Though she no longer does drugs, she said that if she relapses she would prefer to take her chances with street drugs that could possibly kill her rather than be readmitted to hospital against her will.

 

Well, OK, I thought, ‘You’re an adult. Good for you for having the honesty to express that choice, however idiotic I may find it.’

 

But what I thought was missing in her testimonial was (a) any appreciation of the monumentally expensive efforts governments and the public had tried to make on her behalf, however ill-informed she may have believed those attempts to be, and (b) her failure to recognize the destructive effects that a relapse would have not just on her own health and family, but, more importantly, also on the collective health of the public, who would be asked to offer up yet more money, and deal yet again with her relapse — providing she survives it.

 

Finally, in The Sun, there was another column, this one by Sam Sullivan, who wrote that, after 52 years, it was time to end the DTES “experiment” and the restrictive housing policies that he believes led to the homelessness and violence bedevilling it.

 

Funny thing about that.

 

Between 1993 and 2005, Sullivan was a Vancouver city councillor, and for three years after that, he was mayor. Yet despite the fact that his 15-year tenure at city hall placed him in the midst of that DTES experiment, if not close to its helm, it is only now, 20 years later, that he publicly declares the experiment to be a failure, and — as far as I could tell from reading his opinion piece — without taking any responsibility for it.

 

I will refrain here, in my own column, from claiming to speak for the public or with any inkling of what popular sentiment might be.

 

But this is how I feel:

 

My patience is Exhausted.

 

I’m tired of the endless, self-regenerating calls for more studies and more funding when all I see is a colossal waste of money and effort leading to no improvement. I’m tired of how homelessness and addiction take up so much oxygen in the social discourse. I’m tired of civil rights that supersede my own, and treat the right to defecate in the streets with greater regard than my right to be offended by it.

 

Finally, I’m tired of a social welfare system that not only encourages dependency, but refuses, out of moral timidity, to also admit its complicity in it, and which shies away from asking hard questions about personal responsibility and the consideration of measures more draconian than safe injection sites — measures like a return to complete drug criminalization, a higher threshold of minimum sentences for trafficking, the establishment of rehabilitation centres or work camps exclusively in wilderness areas far from the temptations of cities, the discontinuation of any efforts that facilitate drug use, and yes, the robust expansion of an involuntary care system.

 

It’s also my opinion that none of these measures, given the current legal climate, will become reality, at least for the foreseeable future. Under our Constitution and the Criminal Code, the law, in its majestic equality, protects the rights of the most vulnerable among us to live in filth and despair, and, as so often happens, bring about their own deaths.

 

How enlightened we have become! What progress we have made! We’ve reached that point when now sleeping under bridges, begging in the streets and stealing one’s daily bread are no longer evidence of a system’s failure.

 

They are the system.

DU POP-CORN POUR LEGAULT - Rassemblement Diomède

 

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Il n'est plus question de la pandémie, il n'est plus seulement question des arts vivants : c'est une manière de vivre et d'exister qui est remise en cause.

 

En visant d'abord la fermeture des théâtres, des salles de spectacle, des bibliothèques, des universités, des centres communautaires, des librairies, des centres sportifs, des bars et des cafés, des musées, tous ces lieux de création, de rassemblement, ces lieux de discussions éminemment politiques, le gouvernement a fait un choix partisan et s'est attaché a fermer ces lieux du commun.

 

Nous, artistes des arts vivants, touchés complètement et durablement par les mesures sanitaires du gouvernement, lançons un appel à tous ceux et celles qui se sentent concernées par cette destruction des lieux de société et par cette négation de toute politique.

 

La pandémie nous a éloignés les un.e.s des autres et les autorités nous ont fait croire qu'une vie pouvait se limiter à des besoins strictement « nécessaires » de travail et de consommation.

 

Nous disons ici que nous sommes des êtres qui avons un besoin métaphysique d'éprouver le monde, et que cette nécessité ne peut nous être discutée par le pouvoir en place.

 

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« Mais nous pouvons aussi tenter de nous unir, avec quelques autres, pour constituer des réseaux de résistance capables de réinventer la mobilisation, la grève et le sabotage, en même temps que le forum, l’amphithéâtre et l’agora. En s’y mettant à plusieurs, ici et maintenant, en ouvrant en grand nos institutions à tous les citoyens qui, comme nous, sont convaincus que le savoir ne se capitalise pas, mais qu’il s’élabore ensemble et dans la confrontation conflictuelle des points de vue, nous pourrions peut-être contribuer à faire de cette « pandémie », mais aussi de la santé et de l’avenir de la vie, non pas ce qui suspend, mais ce qui appelle la démocratie. »

 

(Barbara Stiegler, De la démocratie en Pandémie. Santé, recherche, éducation, coll. Tracts, n° 23, Paris, Gallimard, 2021)

 

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I have never used anything but Google Picasa since I have been into photography. Google has discontinued it an no longer supports it. I have searched many options and have found nothing that compares. I want something to store,organize, edit and e-mail pictures from. What do you use ?

They usually know where the bathrooms are (that's the "loo" to me Brit buds, the "WC" to mein German buds, and a "tree" to me Aussie and Canadian buds.).

 

Relax, it's just a bit of humor. Police action in San Jose, California. Resolved peacefully.

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Rotting fruit, tree sap, dung, and carrion are the foods preferred by the adult Question Mark butterfly. Only when these are unavailable do Question Marks visit flowers such as common milkweed, aster, and sweet pepperbush. I photographed this one in my yard in NE Oklahoma.

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*Not the brand or technique is important in photographic art, but the understanding of the things behind the photographed subjects, the emotion, the composition, the joy or the sadness, the life itself that is mysteriously coming unrepeatable as a gift.

(Horia Stanicel)

 

* I have seen a large part of the most popular or devoted photographers' photographs over time and of course I can say that most of them have speculated on different situations, angles of photography, shadows, different brightness, feelings, human tragedies, all kinds of paradoxical situations that of course make them noticed. I do not want to bring any name into question for the simple reason that each photographic artist has a unique value. However, I regard the photographic art as a simple spectator that is difficult to be convince most of the times. I contemplate the creation of God and every time I photograph I do not forget how grateful we should be for all the beauty that our Creator gave it to us! People who forget this do nothing but hate themselves and the world they live in and photography is nothing but a mirror of this beautiful or crooked world.(Horia Stanicel)

  

*Nu aparatul foto sau tehnica este importantă în arta fotografică, ci înțelegerea lucrurilor care stau în spatele subiectelor fotografiate,emoția, compoziția, bucuria sau tristețea, viața însăși care vine tainic irepetabil ca un dar.

(Horia Stanicel)

 

*Am văzut o mare parte a fotografiilor celor mai populari sau consacrați artiști fotografi de-a lungul timpului și desigur pot spune că majoritatea dintre ei au speculat diversele situații,unghiuri de fotografiere, umbre, luminozitati diferite,sentimente,tragedii umane chiar,tot felul de situații paradoxale care desigur să-i facă remarcați.Nu vreau să aduc vreun nume în discuție pentru simplul motiv că fiecare artist fotograf are o valoare unică. Totuși eu privesc arta fotografică ca un simplu spectator greu de convins de cele mai multe ori.Eu contemplu creația lui Dumnezeu și de fiecare dată când fotografiez nu uit cât de recunoscători ar trebui să fim pentru toată frumusețea pe care Creatorul nostru ne-a daruit-o! Oamenii care uită aceasta nu fac decât să se urâțească pe ei înșiși dar și lumea în care trăiesc iar fotografia nu este decât o oglindă a acestei lumi frumoase sau urâțite.

(Horia Stanicel)

UK landscape photographer, Pete Rowbottom breaks down how he captured a six-shot vertical panorama in the Scottish Highlands and why patience and stormy weather are features, not obstacles.

 

Check out our newest installment of 16 Questions about 1 Photo on the Flickr blog.

 

Photo credit: Pete Rowbottom

After working on flash for a while and I decided to start a new Spider-Man but can't decide what kind of eyes he should have. Large or small??

So, as you can tell from the title, I have another question for you guys. This ones about my profile picture, I'm thinking it might be time to change it up a bit, seeing as I've had this one since I began here on Flickr. I may also change my banner as well, just so everything's been changed.

 

So... yeah, what do you guys think? Feel free to give suggestions and opinions. I know this is probably quite a minor thing, but still felt it might be something worth asking. XD

 

EDIT #1: I have found one I'm pretty happy with, thoughts?

EDIT #2: May try this one, seeing as this one is me. (or at least a version of me. XD)

Good morning everyone. I thought for today I would share a short video (about 40 seconds long) of a Halloween Pennant (Celithemis eponina) literally "blowin' in the wind".

 

The genus of dragonflies known as Celithemis get part of their common name from the habit of perching on the tip of a weed stalk or stem, and waving in the breeze like a "pennant". And none of them does it better as far as perching on the tallest stem, and hanging on in the stiffest breeze or wind, as the Halloween Pennant.

 

I know, not many of you are thrilled about videos, but I thought my overseas contacts, or those of you not familiar with this dragonfly, might find how they act interesting.

 

As for the title...it was taken from the song "Blowin' in the Wind" written by Bob Dylan in 1962 and released as a single and on his album The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan in 1963. Although it has been described as a protest song, it poses a series of rhetorical questions about peace, war and freedom. The refrain "The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind" has been described as "impenetrably ambiguous: either the answer is so obvious it is right in your face, or the answer is as intangible as the wind".

 

Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you're having a truly nice week.

 

Lacey

   

Edinburgh fringe August 2016...

à vos stylos, vous avez 4 heures :-)

Gare de Nice

Côte d'Azur, France

 

Si vous vous reconnaissez sur cette photo et si cela vous dérange, je supprimerai ma publication immédiatement sur demande de votre part.

 

A l'inverse, je peux également vous faire parvenir la photo si vous le désirez.

 

Mon but est de partager les beaux moments de la vie qui passe et jamais je ne me permettrais de me moquer ou de tourner en dérision les personnes présentes sur mes clichés.

  

I have a question.

...en concert à l'Espace Ried Brun Muntzenheim le 01/06/2024

 

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SNAGGLETOOTH, Tribute allemand de MOTÖRHEAD

Il ne s'agit pas de copier MOTÖRHEAD ou de concourir au "LEMMY LOOK AWARD". Non, il s'agit de MOTÖRHEAD, de leur son , de leur énergie, de leur Rock'n Roll implacable et impitoyable, il s'agit de la musique de MOTÖRHEAD, ni plus , ni moins.

Fermez les yeux, ouvrez les oreilles, c'est MOTÖRHEAD, intense et sans compromis ! SNAGGELTOOTH est probablement l'un des meilleurs groupes en hommage à MOTÖRHEAD de notre époque !

Montez le son à 11 et laissez l'OVERKILL commencer !

 

SNAGGLETOOTH, German Tribute by MOTÖRHEAD

It is not a question of copying MOTÖRHEAD or competing for the "LEMMY LOOK AWARD". No, it’s MOTÖRHEAD, their sound, their energy, their relentless and ruthless rock 'n roll, it’s MOTÖRHEAD music, no more, no less.

Close your eyes, open your ears, it’s MOTÖRHEAD, intense and without compromise! SNAGGELTOOTH is probably one of the best tribute bands to MOTÖRHEAD in our time!

Turn up the sound to 11 and let the OVERKILL begin!

 

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Thank you very much for your visits, comments and favorites

 

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What is going on there that is so funny?? A couple of guesses... of course it can be because of a joke... Imagine how good it should be to make smile this guy! But if I have to bet... the joy of falling through a toboggan is beyond age or species! :D

 

¿Qué pasa ahí que es tan divertido? Se me ocurren un par de posibilidades...pudiera ser por un chiste...imaginaros lo bueno que debe ser para hacer reir a este amigo! Pero si tuviera que apostar...la felicidad de dejarse caer por un tobogan está más allá de la edad y de la especie!! :D

 

Ever since I got interested in bird photography three years ago it seems like everyone I talked to about Bald Eagles inevitably asked "Have you been to Conowingo Dam?" My answer has always been "not yet." That changed on 31 October 2018, and now I see why everyone asked that question. In late autumn and winter Conowingo Dam commonly plays host to a large congregation of Bald Eagles, sometimes more than 100. The day I was there (a weekday) there were more photographers than eagles, and I'm sure that is often the case (I cannot imagine how many go there to see the eagles on a weekend). And though it was supposedly a "slow day," it was still spectacular. I'd estimate there were between 25 - 40 eagles there that day.

 

Multiple spillway gates on the far side of the dam were opened during my visit, that kept several rock outcrops where eagles often perch inundated, and also lured most of the eagles very far away from where photographers have access. There were only 3-4 times when an eagle made a hunting pass on the near side of the dam, so most of my shots were more of a scenic nature than close-up action. The cascading water and spray from the spillway did provide a dramatic background for those distant shots. FYI, the dam is 94-ft tall and almost 4,700 feet long.

 

Note: Photo - 5 in this series was EXPLORED on 19 Nov 2018

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National Wildlife Visitor Center, Laurel MD

Last weekend, Chaney and I were thrilled to still find more Question Mark caterpillars in the Upper Delta!

questione somos pobre!!!

A Deep Hug and Hearfelt thank you to my Friend Emma for playing along

 

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Masquerade Ball

 

“Raffles” Pitch

 

“Cheerio” A J Raffles at your service. Don’t know if any of you have ever heard of me, but I’ve been accused of being a man of many talents, but by no means was that always said as a compliment.

 

Also, I do love playing cricket.

 

Batting in a cricket match produces for me the same flow of adrenaline as that of my secret game: Jewel Thievery.

 

A J Raffles is a fictional character whom I admire for the introduction above. For I am, like him, a professional Jewel Thief.

 

And tonight was no exception as far as any adrenaline flow Raffles would have felt, for I was experiencing what I can imagine was the same exhilaration.

 

This evening I was attending a surprisingly posh masquerade ball being held at a large venue in Wales.

 

It was a very elegant affair, with the many ladies present putting on their most pretty attire and wearing out that evening, their most expensive vault kept baubles.

 

The venue seated about 500 guests with a raised dance floor at one end, next to a fully stocked bar and a large outside balcony overlooking some rose gardens lined by old woods.

 

I had decided to attire myself as said Raffles for a tongue-in-cheek tribute to what I hoped to gain this evening.

 

Mostly to gain some jewels by parting some of the ladies from the lovely ones they were wearing. Which, here tonight, presented a plethora of opportunities.

 

I would try and make it as pleasant as it possibly could be for my chosen female victims as my fingers worked over their exquisitely clad figures while removing their valuable jewels.

 

I find that a few kind words, some attention, and possibly dancing produced a little sugar that helps with the bitter pill I am giving them to swallow

 

This evening I was wearing all black attire of tails, vest, shirt, and tie. Since it was a masquerading affair, I wore a black phantom of the opera half mask. Since this was business as well as pleasure I was wearing no gentlemanly gloves, needing my nimbly flexible fingers to be free.

 

After I entered I made several slow rounds to learn the layout, doing some light mingling along the way.

 

The odd thing about this masquerading ball was that there were no fancy costumes. Everyone was dressed in their best evening out attire, with masks just added.

 

I made a catch right away as I impressed an older matronly lady enough that she called over her 30 something daughter to meet me.

 

It was now my turn to be impressed.

 

The daughter, Celcia, was dressed in a very elegant long-sleeved dress of silver satin. Her jewels were all set with diamonds. Her silver half mask is set in rhinestones.

 

We went off alone to look over the gardens from the balcony.

 

We guess what each other is “masked” as. I told her she must be “Lucy”

“Lucy?” she questioned

 

I laughed lifting her silky hair up and then running my fingers down the side of her long swaying diamond earrings, as I said. “lucy in the sky with diamonds. “

 

“Good guess, but I'm just Cecelia, not anyone else. And you sir, are you an undertaker?”

 

I chuckled. “ Not quite as dark as that, I'm shooting for a Raffles image tonight.”

 

“Well Mr. Raffles, not sure who you are, but it is my pleasure to meet you.”

 

We chatted for a bit more, then Celcia was called back inside by her mother who stood by the balcony entrance.

 

I took her hand, rings flashing. “ the pleasure is all mine dear ‘only Ceclia’l said grinning.

 

She rewarded me for my praise with a clingy hug.

 

I watched her leave with clenched fists, her gown swishing along down her figure quite provocatively. I opened one of my fists and admired the diamond bracelet that lay there. Her now naked wrist was covered up by the silver satin cuffed sleeve of the lovely Cecilia's dress, hiding her loss.

 

£23,000

 

I slipped it inside a hidden pocket of my vest, and patting it, went back inside.

 

The band had started playing and the dance floor was fast filling up.

 

I spied a group of ladies wearing feathery masks who were huddled at one end of the floor, blocking an aisleway, watching the assembling dancing couples. I approached and overheard that they were waiting for their partners to come back from the bar.

 

Since they were blocking my path, I went up and asked if I could cut through. They obligingly parted and as I went in between them one of the ladies tripped against another as I ‘accidentally’ stepped on her satin gowns’ long train as she moved to make way. I caught her and apologized as I held her, my fingers freely feeling along down her figure. I helped her back on her high heels, steadying her. Helping myself at the same time to the leaf-shaped diamond studded clip that was pinned to the side of her chocolate brown gown.

 

The diamond-studded clip soon joined the pocketed diamond bracelet.

 

£18,000

 

My third score that evening almost literally fell into my lap.

 

I had ordered a brandy at the bar figuring to take a brief respite. There were two ladies next to me chatting away. The one immediately next to me kept bumping against me as she laughed at almost everything the other lady was saying.

 

I didn't mine, for her thicke wine-colored silk blouse was a pleasure to feel rubbing up against me. Also, a pleasure to see where the magnificently large rings she was wearing on her fingers as well as the diamonds wrapped around her wrist.

 

Then it happened. The laughing lady’s friend knocked their drinks over. Some of which happily splashed on my arm.

 

As apologies were given and received, with much giggling, I came to the rescue with my silk handkerchief.

 

Lending it to them I allowed them to wipe themselves up. As we chatted, the lady next to me finished with it and handed it back. I took up her fingers as she did, and holding them down lifted and kissed the back of her hand. I also was running my damp handkerchief over her still wet fingers as I did, easily slipping of her largest flashy cocktail ring in the process.

 

£ 9500

 

Then the dancing began in earnest.

 

I was now sitting at a table on the outside balcony, watching the crowded dance floor and the amazing show of the ladies flowing attire, and their flickering jewels, that were being showcased there.

 

Also in my view was a table where a handsome bearded male was enviably sitting alone with not one, but two attractively attired and ornamented lades.

 

One lady was wearing a black satin blouse with a long thicke red velvet skirt. She was wearing rubies and diamonds around her throat and wrists that were just a treat to look at, and covet.

 

The other was fashionably wearing a slick satin high necked gown of deep red that spilled down along her figure in a most scintillating manner. Her jewellery was a winning collection of diamonds worn seemingly everywhere from her figure. Of those, I would award a purple ribbon to the dangling necklace that lay around and fell from her throat that dripped columns of diamonds down the front of her sheer red gown, as the best in the show.

 

I saw the man rise, and pull out the chair of the lady wearing the rubies. He then led her off to the upper dance floor, unknowingly leaving the lady in red vulnerably alone.

 

I saw the remaining lady stand up and with what I imagined to be a whimsical manner, walked to the edge of the balcony.

 

I started to rise.

 

But a gold mask-wearing bloke from another table approached her before I had half risen and began talking to her. I learned then that her name was Emma.

 

What was odd is that the man had been sitting at a table with a lady wearing a sky blue satin dress, black satin jacket, and pearls. She looked very sad watching her gold mask-wearing tablemate talking to Emma.

 

I had dejectedly sat back down, watching with curious interest.

 

The gold masked bloke took Emma by the hand and led her to the dance floor.

 

I saw the lady in sky blue satin, and the pricey pearl slowly rises and follow.

 

As then, did I.

 

The lady in blue was standing in the side of the dancefloor, her posture told me she was both sad and dejected.

 

I went up and stood next to her. Without looking at me the lady in sky blue sleek satin said...

 

“Why are men such idiots?” then she looked at me, and blushed apologetically “I am so sorry.”

 

I held up my hand. “Apology accepted, a dance though would help ease the pain.”

 

She eagerly went with me and taking her warm, soft figure in my arms we joined in.

 

She did not appear to want any conversation from me. I let her hold tightly against me. We danced in silence, both lost in our own respective thoughts.

 

I had decided that a dance would not be enough to ‘ease my pain’ and as she distractedly looked around for the gold masked bloke dancing with Emma, I allowed my hand the move up to her shoulder, then over to the single strand of glistening pearls that lay around her throat.

 

Easily locating, then slipping open, the hinged silver clasp, I gently pulled the slippery smooth necklace away from around her neck and quickly pocketed it.

 

£ 8700

 

I had no sooner done so than I felt her shake, and saw that we were now close to the gold masked male dancing with Emma. One would need a crowbar to separate him from her. I could tell Emma was not enjoying herself.

 

I was watching, with melancholy interest, Emma’s diamonds dripping down from the necklace that lay low along the high neckline of her luxurious red satin gown, just dangling below her breasts.

 

A desiring fire was starting to stir from deep within, my fingers felt like curling. So close and yet so far...

 

I turned my partner around so we were facing away. I started to say something when I felt an unexpected, firm tap on my shoulder.

 

Well, one could imagine where my mind went as I turned my head.

 

Relieved, I saw that it was not one of the rental security men.

 

It was the gold masked table partner of the lady in blue satin I was dancing with.

 

I saw his more recent partner, Emma, the one in red whose dazzling necklace was a stirring lure, standing there in the middle of the dance floor, alone and confused.

 

“Switch partners.” He told me, it was not a question.

 

I looked at mine and she nodded ok.

 

I left her to be grasped up in his arms and went to Emma, the lady in red, who willingly came into mine.

 

“What then, was that all about? I asked smiling.

 

Emma answered with a giggle. “ He was telling her he wanted to see other women. But she is not supposed to he dancing with other men, especially handsome ones like you!”

 

With a shy nod of my head I thanked her, telling her that I thought she looked extraordinarily beautiful this evening.

 

Sweetly smiling she turned her head down with blushing cheeks, thanking me.

 

My hand meanwhile, which had been resting motionless along her shoulder, moved to her throat, my fingers blindly seeking and locating the clasp of her necklace.

 

My partner felt none of that.

 

It was as she nodded after my words of praise that I flicked apart the jewelled chains’ clasp that my fingers had fiddled open.

 

As she looked back up I began to delicately slip the diamond chain up over her shoulder, watching as the diamonds hanging from its’ centre were gliding up effortlessly from along the front of her red satin gown, then up and around the gowns’ slick high neckline, before disappearing from my view.

 

She smiled most fetchingly into my eyes, oblivious to the fact her heavily jeweled diamond necklace had been disappearing over her shoulder.

 

£ 58000

 

The music was ending and I happened to look over by the double oak doors of the main entrance on the opposite side of the mammoth hall.

 

Who did I spy but the lady in the sleek sky blue satin dress and smooth black jacket being led out by the gold mask-wearing bloke who had cut in on us? I saw an opportunity to plant a seed.

 

I pointed it out to Emma. “Wonder where they are off too in such a hurry?”

 

“They do appear to be on a mission,” said Emma watching.

 

“I hope they weren't up to something?” I said suspiciously.

 

“Like what ?” Emma asked watching the couple scurrying out the door.

 

“Oh, nothing. I guess I read too many mystery novels. I answered stealing a look at the now bare neckline of Emma’s gown.

 

The music ended and I walked Emma back to the balcony. Her table was deserted so I took her over and seated her before taking my leave.

 

I began to make another round of the tables inside. On the lookout for fresh prey amongst the beautifully attired female guests.

 

I soon snagged a young damsel who had been deserted by her friends and looked bored. Not boring were the collection of rubies she was wearing with her elaborate maroon taffeta puffy ball gown that would have shamed a princess.

 

I asked and got permission to dance with her. She asked me who I was this evening. When I mentioned Raffle’s name she, unfortunately, caught on to who he was.

 

“Oh a thief, will make sure to lock my rubies up this evening to keep them safe! She giggled touching her handsome ruby and diamond necklace

 

I thought to myself... “Well, they are now.” while saying. “ I was thinking of him being a cricket player, not a thief.”

 

We both laughed over that, but I knew this one was a dead end. I could not wait until the dance was through so I could resume the hunt. I really had thought none of the younger ones would have ever read about AJ Raffles and that it would be my inside joke.

 

We parted after the dance, she headed off happily back to her friends.

 

I was watching her, deciding what to do next, when a soft gloved hand unexpectedly rested on my shoulder.

 

Turning, my eyes took in a young lady in downy soft, flowy peach chiffon over a shiny pink silk number, along with a row of sparkling matched diamonds around her throat. And earrings to match, as well as a thin band of diamonds holding back her freshly washed chestnut coloured hair. She wore a striking blue mask with ostrich feathers.

 

She shyly asked if I was available for the next dance. And I happily told her I was. She put her head down blushing. And I was able to savor her delectably pretty matched diamond stone necklace.

 

I whisked her off to the upper dance floor as the music began.

 

When the inevitable questions came up as to who I was this evening I answered...”The cricket player Raffles, at your service.”

 

She laughed with a Twitter. “Quite pleasant to meet you cricket player Raffles.” then she moved her hand higher up my back and came in a little closer.

 

I followed suit, feeling her hot figure slip in against my own. My fingers at her waist kept moving up until I reached the back of her neck. Carefully undoing her necklace I gave it a slight tug, figuring her soft smooth gown would allow the rest of my trick to work. It did, slipping off easily from around her throat, slithering like a glimmering snake up over her shoulder, out of my sight, and into my waiting hand behind her back.

 

My pretty dance partner felt nothing, as I then pocketed her expensive necklace.

 

£42,000

 

I then calmly began to finish the dance.

 

It was then, as I was looking down at the area below the raised platform of the dance floor, that I spotted something shiny, then a flashing brilliant fire erupted, all coming from one of the tables below the dancing areas raised platform.

 

I maneuvered us in closer for a better peek.

 

I made out a lone female sitting at a side table.

 

It was the vivid deep green of her shiny party dress that then first caught my eye.

 

It was the amazingly brilliant sparklers she was sporting from various points of interest along her delightful figure, especially the fiery necklace she was playing with, that finished the capture.

 

Only real jewels, or a remarkably good set of imitations, would produce that kind of bright gleaming shimmer!

 

I was betting they were real.

 

She was vulnerable, sitting there quite remarkably alone at her side table, drinking slowly from a small goblet of wine. Sitting there wearing in all appearances to be a collection of diamond sparklers that would easily be worth a cool £50 to £75 thousand of what the London ruffians would call “ice”.

 

They would also be rudely calling her “that loaded bird”. But to me, she was a rather fetchingly adorned Lass who needed some company, and perhaps just a wee bit of trimming.

 

The dance ended and I calmly led my partner back to her table before taking my leave. Though trying not to appear in a hurry. I still politely declined her offer to join in a drink at her table.

 

Then with eager anticipation, circled about hoping that the girl I had spotted was still there, and still alone.

 

When I got there I saw to my dismay that the bird had flown the coup. The table was deserted

 

I waited a few long minutes, eyeing around for other opportunities in the area, then my eyes lit up as I saw her coming back, alone.

 

I observed her for a satisfying few long minutes from a shadowy corner. She was younger than anyone I had yet met, but it was impossible to determine how young.

 

And she obviously was bored.

 

Intriguingly I could still not truly tell about the authenticity of her amazing collection of diamonds from my vantage.

 

The set was decidedly quite lovely, consisting of a dangling chain set with I guess were diamond chips and ending with a swaying diamond heart-shaped pendant, matching long earrings, a wide bracelet, and numerous shimmering rings.

 

The earrings were brilliant, falling from her ears in sheets of (synthetic/real ?) diamonds, larger stones were set at the earrings clasp, and they shone like the real thing.

 

They all contributed to making up the shimmer that surrounded her figure like some wickedly glittering halo.

  

She was wearing a black bandits mask, which I felt added to the mystic.

  

This young chick was certainly jeweled up, calling out to be looked into further.

 

I approached her from behind, placing a hand delicately upon a plushly soft shoulder, and daringly gave a greeting as I felt her startled figure flinch.

  

I cheerfully said, “Hello Samantha.”

 

She turned and said apologizing,

 

“I’m not Samantha, wrong girl.”

 

I answered back, disappointed “ No, you certainly are not my friend Samantha.”

 

I then carefully looked her over, up and down… before saying.

 

“Far prettier, if I dare say.”

 

I had ascertained by now that she was quite a bit younger than 20. And that most of her jewelry was quite good imitation’s. Her heart shaped pendent contained real diamonds, but not valuable enough for my attention. The only fly in the ointment was her earrings. They appeared to be worth quite a bit actually.

 

I decided to hold off judgment and went on playing her on. Much like a fly fisherman will play a trout, not sure if he still wants to actually land it.

 

I went on…

“Well stranger, How do you do, Hold anyone up lately?”

 

I had taken her off guard and she did not answer back right away.

 

She gulped., obviously making a decision.

 

She sweetly raised a hand. “How do you do sir, my name is Nancy, and no, despite the mask, I'm not a thief.”

 

Taking her hand I kissed it with much pageantry. “Pleasure is all mine, glad my watch and wallet are safe”. I chuckled merrily, looking down at her thoughtfully.

 

Then, still holding her hand, I boldly asked…” May I sit for a bit, rather tuckered out at the moment?”

 

She nodded her head without hesitation. Her flash earrings swayed with a beckoning motion.

 

I slipped in the seat in front of her, my back to the dance floor. She was looking at me with a curious smile.

 

I smiled back, asking…

 

“So Nancy, what then, does your character do for a living if she is not a thief?”

 

“ I am an amateur detective.”

 

I nodded before asking….

“ Well, that is quite interesting indeed, what kind of cases do you like working on?”

 

She did not know how to answer that and squirmed as I watchers her face turn red, really making the freckles show up on her cheeks.

 

I saved her discomfort by saying…

“ I bet you are really clever at catching thieves. And that is why you are here this evening? Or are you taking the night off?”

 

Taking the cue, She nodded saying in a low voice.

“No thieves here tonight.”

 

I laughed in what I hoped would be a winning manner while answering. “ I guess not, probably no reason for one to be here. So miss Nancy, you've not asked whom I am playing this evening.”

 

”Let me see, an Undertaker ?” ”Nancy,” said teasingly.

 

I chuckled..”Not even close. A.J. Raffles, cricketer, at your command my lady.”

 

She had no idea who A.J.Raffles was, I could see that. And I decided to enlighten her a bit by telling a story.

 

He chuckled. “Never heard of him? Well, Raffles loved to play cricket, as well as several other hobbies. And there is a story behind that, as a lad, that helped him choose his course as an adult. Care to hear it?”

 

She eagerly nodded yes, while taking a sip of wine.

 

I began my tale…

 

“When A.J. Raffles was a lad of ten he attended a wedding where his parents were both best man and maid of honor. A.J sat at a table with an older Great Auntie who paid him no heed.

 

He soon fell in with a group of bored older boys who had been throwing dice in a makeshift crown and anchor board. The game had been broken up by one of the servers and they had all been chased away

 

AJ was huddled in with that group as they watched the dressed-up wedding guests up on the dance floor. They began talking amongst themselves, commenting over the scene before them.

 

Look at dem jools the birds are wearing. Bet they'd be worth a lot. One of the lads said. Another quipped back that too bad those dames weren't their age. Yeah, like that would mean anything. What would you do, lift their jools? Came the teasing retort. Hell yeah, I would say a cocky lad. And someone else said I like to see you do it. AJ was taking all this in, squirming a bit because he had always had a secret desire to somehow make a collection of the pretty jewellery he'd seen ladies wearing. Tonight was no different.

 

“Nancy” smirked “Sounds like my brother.”

 

“There you go then, you know how he felt also “ I answered smiling curiously before continuing...

 

Well as fate would have it, two young teenage girls came walking past, purposefully close. They threw the group of boys a rather coy look while passing.

 

One was dressed in a slick satin high necked gown of deep red with a long rhinestone necklace and earrings. Her companion was wearing a sky blue sleek satin party dress, smooth black jacket, and strands of imitation pearls.

 

No sooner had they passed than the inner circle of boys began to dare and double dare. Money was put up in bets that enticed two of the lads to take up the challenge. That being to come away with the girl’s necklaces.

 

The two lads left, and as the others looked on, went up to the two young lassies and began to converse. The giggling girls finally allowed themselves to be led to the dance floor

 

As they began to dance, more bets were made amongst the remaining lads, with young AJ joining in. Spending his only farthing on blue satin losing her pearls, and doubling that it would be done without her noticing.

 

Both of the dancing boys made several amateur attempts upon their female partner’s jewels.

 

Blue satin, misinterpreting why her partner had his hand high up on her backside, giggled and fled away. Red satin ran off after her friend, but not before the wily lad who had been holding her had given even her a hug, nicking her shimmering necklace off from around the high collar of her slick gown as she struggled free.

 

He came back triumphantly to collect his winnings. Though some argued that seeing her necklace had not been touching skin it was not a real contest. He got his winnings in the end and the group wandered off, the prized necklace being passed around with envy.

 

AJ stayed behind contemplating. he watched as the lads stopped by a table where a young girl sat alone. She was wearing a long bridesmaid's gown of silk dyed in several shades of teal and green. A single string of real pearls hung down from her bare neck. Expensively swinging down elegantly. He knew what the group of lads was discussing in their private huddle. AJ moved off not wishing to see anymore.

 

“Those poor girls, I am glad your character walked away from that instead of embarking on a life of crime, “ said “Nancy” to me.

 

“Yes indeed. “ I answered, looking at my pretty partner. Her shiny emerald green blouse was mesmerizingly beautiful, but not quite as mesmerizing as the hanging rhinestone diamond chain and pendent she still wore due to my hesitation overtaking it.

 

My fingers curled seeking opportunity, cursing that I may have missed it.

 

“Nancy, out of curiosity, if I’m not prying, you mentioned your brother would like my Raffles’s story?”

 

Oh! I could see I hit a pleasant nerve, as she smiled excitedly at me, her hand playing with her pendant as she spoke, a bit hoarsely I noticed.

 

“Yes he would, your Raffle story is similar to a game he likes playing.”

 

“Please tell me more, it sounds like you have fun playing it,” I said, with curious intentions.

 

She giggled. “Well, we play it in the woods. I wear a play dress and play jewelry. My brother plays a thief who tries to rob me of my jewels. Then if he does, he hides and I play the detective trying to find him. I know it sounds rather odd.”

 

That really opened my eyes, and thoughts started to race through my head.

 

“I took her hand. “No, not at all odd, sounds rather exciting.”

 

So they like to play games of jewels stolen. Right up my alley. I thought to myself while eyeballing her necklace.

 

“No,” I said to myself. Not the necklace. If anything the earrings.”

 

But I could not see how It could be done. So I chased the teasingly tempting thought out of my head.

 

A silence ensued for a minute, and as I watched,” Nancy” was looking over my shoulder up at the raised platform of the dance floor behind me, watching something.

 

I turned around, following her eyes.

 

A man with a green cummerbund was dancing with an attractive redhead.

 

She was wearing an elegant eye-catching blue taffeta gown with a scooped neckline, ruffled half sleeves, and knee-length skirt. She was wearing what was probably her best jewels, a sapphire and diamond jewelry set that sparkled deliciously under the ceiling lights of the great banquet hall. The necklace was especially pretty. A heavy gold v shape set with large pear-shaped sapphires interspersed with smaller round diamonds. She wore a deep blue mask that covered her eyes and nose.

 

I turned back, and Nancy” dropped her eyes back onto mine.

I asked thoughtfully…

“I see you are looking at that lady, pretty in blue, with the sparkly sapphire jewels”

 

She guiltily nodded yes,

“If you wait a bit, you will meet them. That’s my mum and father.

 

I complimented her…

“You both are very pretty, if I may be so bold?”

Taking up her hand and I kissed it…

 

“But now, I must be toddling off, taken up too much of your time I’m afraid .”

 

We both stood up to say goodbye.

 

Shen then. Quite cheerfully, held out her hands for a friendly hug.

 

I did so willingly and my fingers securely patted up along her back. it felt very nice and I became aware of a rather pleasant prickling sensation causing a rise in my feelings.

 

“Well “Nancy” I hope you liked my Raffles story.

  

“Nancy” nodded yes, then asked me

“Do you think Raffles regretted not playing the games those boys were up to?”

 

Holding her hand, I patted down along her sleeve reassuringly… as I said

 

“I think Raffles is the type never to regret anything, what do you think?”

 

“Nancy” nodded her head happily satisfied. Her dazzling earrings flickered quite beautifully.

 

I smiled at myself broadly.

 

“Here “Nancy” allow me to get you seated.”

 

She sat. And as I gripped my fingers supportively along her arms as I slid the chair forward.

 

I then again lifted and kissed her hand.

 

“Righto” I nodded and was off.

 

I headed back around to the bar, when whom did I spy? “Nancy’s” mother, standing alone by the bar. I saw some drunken sod bump hard against her from behind, almost causing her to lose balance.

 

A handsome red-headed man was turning away from the bar holding a brandy and she fell against him.

 

It was her husband. The man she has been dancing with.

 

Laughing, the pair moved off.

 

Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, I followed them out to the outside balcony. There I took a seat at my table and kept watch.

 

I watched as from another table, where a 40ish lady wearing a wedding ring was sitting alone, rise and began walking towards me.

 

She was resplendent in a long black sleeveless plush velvet gown, wearing long black satin gloves. Her pearl jewelry shone like do many small bright moons. Earrings, triple strand necklace, and a very wide bracelet set with not only valuably real pearls, but expensively with purple amethyst stones also.

 

The bracelet fits snugly around her shiny gloved wrist. And anyone in my profession knows a snug bracelet is a far simpler item to remove than a loose-fitting one.

 

The purple satin half-face mask she wore added much to her winningly pretty look.

 

She gave me the eye as she walked past and I rose to follow.

 

We ended up dancing. Her name, real name(and that of her character from the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's) was Holly.

 

Holly, like “Nancy”, had never heard of the Raffles character either.

 

I left her after we had danced, holding her heart.

 

The hand which she placed had placed over her heart, no longer sporting her expensively wide pearl and amethyst bracelet.

 

£ 23000

 

She then suddenly had to go to the loo and darted off. I looked back at her table and saw a man in a tiger-striped mask was pulling out a chair to sit there.

 

I also figured it was time to scurry off. I had gotten me one more score.

  

I went down the steps leading off the raised dance floor, running right into “Nancy’s” mum swishing her way around at the bottom of the platform

 

“Seize the day-old chap”

 

My thoughts of leaving were put on hold as I looked her pretty, and expensively attired, figure over.

 

I held her up, saying I needed to apologize.

 

She looked into my face, her eyes twinkling like her daughters. Her sapphire and diamond jewellery also twinkling. But unlike her daughter’s, these she was wearing were very real.

 

“Apologize for what?” she asked in all innocence. I could also tell she was a bit tipsy from drink. Which considerably lowered her guard with me.

 

“ I saw that twit rudely bumping against you at the bar earlier, without apologizing. So I am for him.” I said with a neat little bow.

 

“Aren't you just a dear." she gushed, blushing. Just like her daughter, she had freckles also.

 

“Would you husband mind if I offered a dance as a consolation?” I asked with daring.

 

“Oh, I think a quick one would be ok,” she said smiling, accepting my offer.

 

I placed my arm around her glossy taffeta sleek waist and led her to the lower dance area.

 

It was a slow dance, and I took her into my arms with a delightfully delicious feeling of anticipation. Her sleekly taffeta-covered figure was a pleasure to warmly hold in my arms, and her twinkling jewels a pleasure to watch.

 

I, with real curiosity, asked who she was playing at this evening. She replied,” miss Moneypenny” then asked who I was.

 

Not wishing to jinx my good fortune, I lied. “ I am an undertaker, here to collect souls”

 

She laughed looking sassily into my eyes.

 

“Liar”

 

“Ok then, I'm really a bad cricket player.”

 

“Really, bad as in naughty?” she asked pleasantly vexed.

 

This one is fun, I thought to myself. I wondered mischievously if she was the catalyst if her children’s play game ideas had been inherited from her?

 

But I asked no questions along those lines. Instead, I decided to test the water with a story.

 

I then went into a similar story that I had told “Nancy” except to her mother I changed to arena from a wedding reception to a cricket match, and the group of lads was trying to steal kisses, not jewels, from their chosen victims.

 

My partner listened with a deep reflective interest.

 

So intent was she in my tale, that I was able to easily undo her necklaces ‘clasp and watch the shimmering beauty being slipped away by me from up her front, then around her throat, finally to be pulled out of sight behind her back. All skillfully done without the cheerfully happy lady feeling absolutely anything amiss.

 

Just like her daughter I thought. Innocent and as trusting as a lamb before being fleeced for the first time by a mock shepherd.

 

And reflectively, both had been dressed as soft as downy chicks when they had both caught the eye of the same wiley gilded feather plucking fox.

 

These were the thoughts in the back of my mind as I stowed my dance partner's glittering sapphire and diamond necklace away...

 

£6300

 

I finished my story just a few seconds after the music ended. We broke apart only once I had finished.

 

She hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek for being so nice

 

“Here is a stolen kiss,” she whispered

  

She then, (of course after nicking her necklace) mentioned that her husband was also a cricket player. With his bloody police station’s team!

 

I was stunned. Half wishing she had told me her husband was a “copper” before I had nicked her jewels.

 

Figuring I had now finally worn out my luck, and welcome, I made up an excuse of my own and watched as her shiny evening dress swished and swayed all along with her lovely figure while she made her way back towards the unseen table where I knew her pretty daughter was sitting.

 

“Bloody fool, I had taken the necklace off a copper’s wife...“

 

I murmured this, chastising myself, shaking my head at my folly as I stared off in disbelief.

 

Understandably I think, I then decided I should probably best be on my way home.

 

I had already planned my exit earlier, not knowing when I would be needing it.

 

Deciding to avoid at all costs leaving by the main doors by which I had come in, I had earlier discovered a small set of stone stairs that led off the balcony.

 

The stairs were narrow and hidden from the view of the balcony. A simple rope with an “Off Limits” sign guarded the entrance. They led down to the small patch of woods that lined the rose gardens.

 

On the far end of the woods was a small cemetery, next to which I had discreetly parked my 61 Lotus elite sports car.

 

I made my way to the balcony and looked around. There weren't that many guests left out there. A group of men smoking cigars and drinking brandy stood at one end. I could make out the rather stout form of “Nancy’s” father in with them. His back was to me.

 

In a corner sat Emma with her tablemates. The male was telling a very animated story.

 

A few other tables were occupied, about 1/3 of them. None near the hidden stairway.

 

I made my way there. Reaching it, I again surveyed the area. I could see the 3 people sitting at Emma’s we're laughing. Emma had a hand to her chest. Suddenly a look of alarm crossed her face as she felt around, obviously not finding her diamonds. Her friends were asking what was wrong. I saw her look back at the empty table where the gold masked bloke had sat, the one who had cut in on me as after her deserting Emma on the dance floor.

 

As I disappeared unseen from view I remember thinking I was glad that I had sowed that seed of thought to Emma while we had watched the couple leaving the ballroom.

 

€€€€€€€€€€€

 

I got to the bottom of the stairs and made my way to the wooded path the ran the length of the gardens.

 

Thinking I was alone, made me feel safe to quickly begin to stroll away along the path, throwing the caution I had had all evening to the wind.

 

Suddenly I froze in step.

 

I had caught the unmistakable sight of a lady's sparkly jewels as she was walking through the gardens to the left of my path.

 

I was not out here alone?

 

And I could not believe lady would not be out here alone either.

 

I snuck up, cloaked by the shadows of the trees, to get a better look

 

Shocked I saw it was “Nancy”, out of her, apparently alone.

 

I watched “Nancy” as she moved about. My mind traveled into the realms of speculation.

 

What if my young friend had indeed been wearing jewels worth £75,000?

 

And I find her like this, vulnerably alone.

 

Would I be tempted to break character, and ….

 

I shook my head. I would probably not. Especially now that I knew her father was a policeman of some sort.

 

But someone who did not know her father was a “copper”, and perhaps thought the diamonds she was were real… well they may not feel the same about letting her be.

 

Suddenly a rabbit jumped from the judge, startling both of us. I see her have a gasp, hand shooting up to her chest.

 

As her jewels flickered in a mad frenzy, a thought popped in my head, making me grin with expectations.

 

“Time to give “Nancy” a taste of my games. I thought wickedly. “

 

I snuck up behind her, and placing my hands over her eyes, pulled her soft figure back up against my own.

 

“ Hello, Samantha, fancy meeting you here.”

 

“Raffles!” She blurted with relief…

 

I pulled my hands away, allowing them the liberty to feel through her hair, examining also her earrings, feeling along the hinged clasps to get a feel for what I was about to do...

 

I then stepped back, as she, with a deep sigh of relief, quickly turned around.

  

“Not playing a game alone, are ye Lass?” I asked, looking down into her pretty green eyes.

 

“No.” She said shaking her head, hair flying…

 

I smiled, placing my hands inside my pockets, as I watched her with interest.

 

She giggled while trying to lecture me…” you gave me quite the start sir. “

He placed a finger under my chin, lifting it so I was looking up into his eyes.

 

“Stand still,” I commanded and moved around behind her.

 

“Good thing I didn’t do what first popped into my devious mind...

  

I felt his knuckle go into my back…

 

”Stick ‘ em up miss .”

 

“Good thing you didn’t I would have peed myself... I giggled.

  

“Raffles” chuckled:

“Stay in character miss .” Was what I heard from behind me

  

I raised them up, imagining like I was actually being held up. My heart began to race again with a feeling of delicious danger as I spoke.

 

“What do you want from me?”

  

Raffles, still holding his knuckle into my back …reached out his other hand with an open palm as he spoke.

 

”Put your hands down, I’ve taken a fancy to that bracelet of yours. So please hand it over. “

 

I shivered, saying smartly. “I don’t believe a real thief would say please …”

 

My friend “Raffles” responded.

 

“Would my real victim ask that? Try a different tack.”

 

Trembling again, with delicious delight. I played along.

 

“No sir, not my bracelet, anything but that …”

 

“That’s better, a bit of heartfelt pleading can never heart.

After a second the hand withdrew.

 

Raffles laughed amiably…

 

“Ok miss, keep your bracelet then. “

 

He chuckled from behind, removing his knuckle….

 

“It was only a thought I had when I saw you out here walking alone, remembering the story of the games you play with your brother, did I do ok?”.

 

“Smashing .” I giggled gleefully “Spot on.”

 

She put my hands down to my sides as I placed a hand on her smooth satin-covered shoulder and ran it down her satin blouse’s sleeve as I came back around to face her.

  

“All kidding aside, you really shouldn’t be out here alone “Nancy” someone less inviting as me may have been about. And I don’t mean your brother let’s see you back safe Lass.”

 

I nodded.

 

He lifted my hand and pulled my back to him. Coddling along against his warm figure, Raffles led me back along the path to the stairway.

 

“I’ll be leaving you here “Nancy” I was on my way home.

 

I looked up into his face. “it was fun meeting you, sorry you have to go. “

 

“So am I Lass.”

 

As I looked down in her upturned face I realized by the look in her eyes, that I had her lulled into such a state of complacency that I found myself unable to control any longer my thieving impulse.

 

Police parent or not, those earrings “Nancy” was wearing deserved to be plucked.

 

My fingers began to curl as I pulled her to me, with wicked intent…

 

We for the second time, hugged goodbye, a deeply fulfilling embrace it was by all standards, as well as presenting a perfect opportunity to set myself in position.

 

We broke apart and I tickled my fingers up her smooth satin-clad sides, then lifted her hair high up over her head.

 

I let her hair back down, letting its silken strands spill over my fingers fingers

 

She giggled as it tickled. My fingers reached her dangling, desirable earrings.

I spoke, my eyes locked in hers, my fingers ready…

 

“A Very pretty one you are, and don’t ever let anyone say differently.”

 

I felt her squirm with excitement, her chin up, looking deep within my eyes.

 

I took the opportunity given me to curl my fingers around her old-fashioned hinged clasped earrings. I gently applied pressure to the backside of the hinges and in unison slipped off both danglers from her earlobes. As her shivering figure greatly aided my endeavor.

 

I let my hands drop to my vest pocket as I watched her shoulder-length red hair fall back into place, covering my dirty deed.

 

£2200

 

I had been holding my breath. For this type of maneuver was as tricky as stealing the diamond collar from around the neck of a sleeping Persian cat without waking her. “Nancy”, relishing in my praise, never felt a prick as I had taken them from her ears.

 

Releasing my breath I took a step back complimenting that her hair was much prettier when down.

 

As she looked up at me with those doe wide adult-looking mascara brushed eyes, I felt a flicker of unease over filching her earrings.

 

She suddenly propelled herself again in my arms and gave me a very smothering, very long hug.

 

We broke apart.

 

“Go now, you before I change my mind about playing games.”

 

I let her go with a chuckle, holding my ground as I watched her pretty green satin party dress swishing merrily along with her figure.

 

She started up the stairs, then stopping raised up her hands.

 

I froze, then saw she was merely blowing me a kiss.

 

Pulling my hands from my vest pocket as I deposited her earrings, I pretended to catch her kiss and added it to my collection.

 

“My second this evening,” I said mysteriously…

 

Then turning away, I went off down along the path.

 

Quickly reaching my car, I opened a secret compartment inside the boot, emptied my pockets of the purloined jewels, and stashed them safely away.

 

Then hopping in on the right, I fired the engine to life and drove away in the opposite direction.

  

Addendum

 

Several weeks after securely hiding the over £188,000 in jewels I had gotten away with, I was flabbergasted to read in their local paper that the robbery was believed to have been committed by a gang of thieves. With none of the descriptions given really matched mine...

 

Probably not so shocking was the statement giving the total value of the stolen jewellery, as reported to the insurance agencies from the 0ver 30 females claiming to be victims, coming in to a bit over...

 

£325,000!

 

To Read the story from ‘Nancy Drew’s “ Perspective

Click Below

 

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Quelqu'un veut répondre ?

Oui, Monsieur Monsanto, on vous écoute...

 

(Dessin trouvé par hasard sur le net, sans signature, ni nom de l'auteur, que j'aurai mentionné avec plaisir)

20171017b

 

VOID.inc

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Dalliance/71/116/3523

If one colour seems a bit boring, why not add more?

 

Normally, you'll have to let your first base colour dry, make a new stencil for the 2nd colour parts and redo the previous steps.

 

But since my 2nd and 3rd colour parts were so little, I chose to add them using the same sharp stick from the previous photo.

 

When your whole design is dry, you need to do a final step to set the paint into the fabric a little bit more. Therefor place a piece of cloth over the image and iron over it.

Repeat this a few times.

 

To me, it always looks like this doesn't make much of a difference, but this is the way I learned to do it by a tutorial I followed myself.

 

There! I hope this was a pretty clear tutorial, I'm sure there's some messy parts here and there, but if you still have questions feel free to ask!

 

Now get creative and share your lovely shirts! :)

  

Featured in EXPLORE

Mirit Ben-Nun has developed a style that is manifested as movement, rhythmic repetition and the speed of objects on the canvas. In the process the artist often asks difficult questions or invites reflection without providing easy answers. Her curiosity, her open mind and a commitment to dialogue are her best tools for addressing her artwork.

 

These art pieces often challenge our ideas about how art should look or behave.

 

Her art is not based on what was said before and does not depend on the Academies of Art; it breaks traditions, and does not imitate the real world, it transmits the inner world of its creator. Through imprecise and significant characters, it radiates different ideas about the reality of the world and of human dreams.

 

Mirit transmits clearly with a unique focus the concept that art is not separated from life and the real world in which we live.

  

Dora Woda

The question is: how? Was the feather blown there like a dart in Wednesday night's gale or did someone place it there. And who did it belong to: a rook or a crow?

Question oreilles, je fais concurrence à mon frère Lewis.

Elsa a été chez le docteur ce matin pour ses vaccins et pour faire enregistrer sa puce française en Belgique. Elle a été très sage, mais elle est très "cabot", quand la vétérinaire lui a tondu la patte pour une prise de sang (pour vérifier si elle est stérilisée) elle a pleuré comme si on la battait ;-) Mais au moins avec elle, pas de muselière et elle a gentiment salué un autre chien dans le couloir.

 

Matter of ears, I compete with my brother Lewis

Elsa went to the doctor this morning for her vaccinations and to register her French chip in Belgium. She was very nice, but she has a very "show off" behaviour, when the vet sheared her paw for a blood test (to check if she is neutered) she cried as if she was beaten ;-) But at least with her, no muzzle, and she friendly greeted another dog in the hall.

 

More pics in blog [mid & back] <3

 

Skin: LUMAE - Rhae Skin [T1] NEW!!!

 

Head: LeLUTKA - Avalon Head

 

Body: eBODY - Reborn

 

Boobs: eBODY REBORN - Juicy Boobs

  

Hair: no.match_ - No Engine [@ Uber]

 

Bodysuit: .:Beauty of Darkness:. CG-001 Bodysuit,

 

Tattoo: THIS IS WRONG - Electroclub shine+tattoo

 

Weapon: [REKT x TREVOR] - Swordmaster Kabuto [Check this video to see the different animations, options] NEW!!!

 

Boots: Diaboli Design - Solid Boots

 

Pose: Ana Poses - Moon

Model: Sian Find me elsewhere! Website Blog Twitter Instagram & please like Millie Clinton Photography on Facebook! These images are protected by copyright, please do not use them for any commercial or non-commercial purposes without permission. For licensing queries (or any other questions!) please email: enquiries@millieclinton.com

Question: who can sit still waiting longer – Rick or the Great Blue Heron?

 

Answer: Great Blue Heron.... by a long shot.

 

I sat on the river bank 2.5 hours waiting for this beautiful GBH to lift it's wings, flap, preen, do anything for heaven's sake. Nada. Nothing. S/he didn't even move his/her friggin feet! The most I got was a slight turn of the head. That was it for 2.5 hours until the light got too dim to stay any longer. (Well, actually, the wind ruffled the feathers, if that counts.)

 

I couldn’t figure out how the legs were tucked up under him/her. If someone can tell me the gender I’d appreciate it. When I look in my bird book it isn’t very helpful.

 

In any case, it was beautiful to meditate down on the river bank with him/her while the sun went down.

Question mark butterfly, named for the tiny white mark on the underside of the wing, shaped vaguely like the punctuation symbol. If you look closely you can see the mark on this one as it feeds on juices from the orange slice I put out for birds. I love the shape of the wings on this species. Should one land on a tree branch they can blend in perfectly with leaves and bark.

Montell, Uvalde County, Texas in July 2021

Question.

title.

Bicycle in front of the station.

  

(LUMIX G3 shot)

  

London. England. 2015. … 1 / 6

(Today's photo. It's unpublished.)

  

Images

No One Gets Me (Chamber Version) feat. RMR … Johan Lenox

youtu.be/IqNul9qfzSs

  

Important Notices.

 

I have relaxed the following conditions.

I will distribute my T-shirt to the world for free.

m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50656401427/in/dateposted-p...

m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50613367691/in/dateposted-p...

   

youtube has been updated. ユーチューブ更新しました

今年の髪型はセブンティーン、 ジョンハンさんの長髪アレンジヴァージョンで😃

youtu.be/9y0eflPHV1A

 

#セブンティーン #ジョンハン #長髪 #髪型

 

今年の髪型はセブンティーン、 ジョンハンさんの長髪アレンジヴァージョンで😃

  

この一年以上、ずっと美容師さんに嵐、相葉さんのボブ写真を見せて、【これでおねがいします】と平然と頼んできたのですが、

昨年末、セブンティーンのPV以下を見て、 気が変わりました😃

 

[Choreography Video] SEVENTEEN(세븐틴) - DREAM

  

• [Choreography Vid...

 

この真ん中の緑色のパンツの人、調べました。

ジョンハンさんという方です😃

 

[201205] | Jeonghan seventeen, Jeonghan, Seventeen going seventeen

www.pinterest.jp/pin/68258369...

 

しばらくは、この髪型で行きます😃

が、

一つ問題が。

この長髪、５５歳がやると、武田鉄矢さんとか長州力さんに近くなってしまうという問題が😅

 

なので、もろに長髪ではなく、削いで軽くし、フロント重めというアレンジを加えていただきました😅

 

っていうことで、しばらくは、ジョンハンさんで行きます😃

ファンの方に、きっと殺されるな(^_^;)

いい加減にしろと😅

 

ま、いいじゃんか😃

 

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Exhibition in 2023

  

theme

The camera kisses time.

  

Mitsushiro --Nakagawa

  

The schedule for 2023 is unstable.

I plan to do one of the following two.

Both are scheduled around November.

  

I give priority to museums.

  

1 This will be done when the 1st attached gallery is released in 2023.

place

DIC Kawamura Memorial Museum of Art 1st attached gallery

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

  

2 This is planned as a spare.

place

Design Festa

designfesta.com

  

images.

BTS… Film out Lyrics (방탄 소년단 / BTS Film out Japanese subtitles 가사) [Color Coded Lyrics / Kan / Rom / Eng]

youtu.be/az_6PrN-biI

  

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Latest news.

The following my T-shirt. Free distribution.

Due to the influence of corona # the method of transportation varies from country to country.

 

1/25

The first one has been decided.

It's a German.

m.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/favorites/

I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.

:)

December 3 # 2020. shipped.

It is a sea mail. It takes 2 to 3 months.

 

2/25

The second is a Thai woman.

youpic.com/photographer/Abbozzo/

I asked her to pick it up.

:)

December 10 # 2020. shipped.

It is a sea mail. It takes 2 to 3 months.

 

3/25

The third is a Mexican woman.

www.facebook.com/OvejaDeSion

She has supported me since the days of fotolog.

She gave me directions.

Thank you.

:)

Shipped on December 10 # 2020.

It is EMS. Maybe it will arrive within 1 to 2 months.

 

4/25

The fourth is a woman from the Republic of Serbia.

youpic.com/photographer/IvanaPopov/

Shipped on December 14 # 2020.

It is a sea mail. Maybe it will arrive within 2 to 3 months.

:)

 

5/25

The fifth is an Indonesian man.

www.flickr.com/photos/33836533@N04/

December 24 # 2020. shipped.

It is EMS. Maybe it will arrive within 1 to 2 months.

 

6/25

The sixth is from France.

youpic.com/image/18158054/ombre-chinoise-by-ce-pe

www.flickr.com/photos/191604817@N04/

January 7 # 2021.

I shipped it.

:)

 

7/25

The seventh person is also from France.

www.flickr.com/photos/151630891@N07/

www.flickr.com/people/liveworkcreate/

January 7 # 2021.

I shipped it.

:)

 

8/25

The eighth person is from Romania.

www.flickr.com/photos/63mr/

It will be shipped in January 2021.

:)

 

9/25

The ninth person is from Japan. He is 16 years old

www.instagram.com/kai.kawazu/

Award history

2017 Oguni Town Photo Contest 2 Division

2018 EPSON meet up selection Data Category Excellence Award

2020 Kumamoto Takafumiren First Half Photo Contest Excellence Award

Web Photo Contest Sponsoring Maker Award

 

10/25

The tenth person is from Brazil.

www.flickr.com/photos/mangelo/

It will be shipped in February 2021.

:)

  

11/25

11th person is from USA.

youpic.com/photographer/HeathBrunner/

www.flickr.com/photos/181948650@N04/

 

vmaxrecords.bandcamp.com

soundcloud.com/vmaxrecords

 

It will be shipped in February 2021.

:)

 

12/25

The 13th person is from Italy.

www.flickr.com/photos/122700703@N05/

youpic.com/photographer/raffadepa2019/

cacciatoredisogniblog.wordpress.com

It will be shipped in February 2021.

 

13/25

The 14th person is from Russia.

www.flickr.com/photos/183731920@N08/

youpic.com/photographer/Andjey/

It will be shipped in March 2021.

 

14/25

The 14th person is from the Philippines.

www.flickr.com/photos/44681455@N00/

youpic.com/photographer/Stitch/

Shipped on November 11, 2021.

  

Mitsu.

 

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Notice regarding "Lot No.402_”.

  

From now on # I will host "Lot No.402_".

 

The work of Leonardo da Vinci who was sleeping.

That is the number when it was put up for auction.

No sign was written on the work.

So this work couldn't conclude that it was his work.

However # as a result of various appraisals # it was exposed to the sun.

A work that no one notices. A work that speaks quietly without a title.

I will continue to strive to provide it to many people in various ways.

 

October 24 # 2020 by Mitsu - Nakagawa.

  

Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 402 _.Copyright©︎2022 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

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Profile.

In November 2014 # we caught the attention of the party selected to undertake the publicity for a mobile phone that changed the face of the world with just a single model # and will conclude a confidentiality agreement with them.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

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Interviews and novels.

About my book.

 

I published a book a long time ago.

At that time # I uploaded my interview as a PDF on the internet.

Its Japanese and English.

 

I will publish it for free.

For details # I explained to the Amazon site.

 

How to write a novel.

How to take a picture.

A sense of distance to the work.

 

All of these have something in common.

I wrote down what I felt and left it.

 

I hope my text will be read by many people.

Thank you.

 

Mitsushiro.

 

1 Interview in English

 

2 novels. unforgettable 'English version.(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

 

3 Interview Japanese version

 

4 novels. unforgettable ' JPN version.

 

5 A streamlined trajectory. only Japanese.

 

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

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iBooks. Electronic Publishing. It is free now.

 

0.about the iBooks.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

1.unforgettable '(ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...

 

2.unforgettable '(JNP.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...

 

3. Streamlined trajectory.(For Japanese only.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8... =11

 

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My Novel : Unforgettable'

 

(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

  

Synopsis

Kei Kitami # who is aiming for a university # meets Kaori Uemura # an event companion who is 6 years older than her on SNS.

Kaori's dream of coming to Tokyo is to become friends with famous artists.

For that purpose # the presence of radio station producer Ryo Osawa was necessary.

Osawa talks to Kaori during the live radio broadcast.

"I have a wife and a child # but I want to see you."

Kay's classmate # Rika Sanjo # who thinks of him # was exploring Kaori's trends. .. .. .. ..

Synopsis.

 

Kei Kitami who aims at university.

A 6 year old older event companion woman. Meet Kaori Uemura on SNS.

 

The dream of Kaori who has moved to Tokyo.

It is to be a friend of the artist.

 

The producer of the radio station for that. The existence of Ryo Osawa was necessary.

Live on the radio.Osawa talks to Kaori.

 

"I have a wife and a child # but I want to see you."

Kei’s classmate Rika Sanzyou who is thinking of him.

She was searching for Kaori.

   

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .

www.fotolog.net/yuming/

  

images.

U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related

  

Main story

 

There are two reasons why a person faces the sea.

One # to enjoy a slice of shine in the sea like children bubbling over in the beach.

The other # to brush the dust of memory like an old man who misses old days # staring at the shine

quietly.

Those lead to only one meaning though they do not seem to overlap. It’s a rebirth.

I face myself to change tomorrow # a vague day into something certain.

That is the meaning of a rebirth.

I had a very sweet girlfriend when I was 18.

After she left # I knew the meaning of gentleness for the first time and also a true pain of loss. After

she left # how many times did I depend too much on her # doubt her # envy her and keep on telling lies

until I realized it is love?

I wonder whether a nobody like me could have given something to her who was struggling in the

daily life in those days. Giving something is arrogant conceit. It is nothing but self-satisfaction.

I had been thinking about such a thing.

However # I guess what she saw in me was because I had nothing. That‘s why she tried to see

something in me. Perhaps she found a slight possibility in me # a guy filled with ambiguous # unstable

tomorrow. But I wasted days depending too much on her gentleness.

Now I finally can convey how I felt in those days when we met.

  

1/9

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2/9

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3/9

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4/9

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5/9

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6/9

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7/9

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8/9

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9/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24100804163/in/dateposted...

  

Fin.

  

images.

U2 - No Line On The Horizon

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related

 

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Title of my book : unforgettable'

Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa

Out Now.

ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

in Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...

 

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The schedule of the next novel.

Still would stand all time. (Unforgettable '2)

(It will not go away forever)

Please give me some more time. That is Japanese.

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Exhibition in 2023

  

theme

The camera kisses time.

  

Mitsushiro --Nakagawa

  

The schedule for 2023 is unstable.

I plan to do one of the following two.

Both are scheduled around November.

  

I give priority to museums.

  

1 This will be done when the 1st attached gallery is released in 2023.

place

DIC Kawamura Memorial Museum of Art 1st attached gallery

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

  

2 This is planned as a spare.

place

Design Festa

designfesta.com

  

images.

BTS… Film out Lyrics (방탄 소년단 / BTS Film out Japanese subtitles 가사) [Color Coded Lyrics / Kan / Rom / Eng]

youtu.be/az_6PrN-biI

  

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My Works.

 

1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...

2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...

3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...

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Do you want to hear my voice?

:)

 

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

 

1

About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. First type.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

 

2

About the composition of the picture posted to Flicker. Second type.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=443

 

3

About when I started Fotolog. Architect 's point of view.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=649

 

4

Why did not you have a camera so far?

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=708

 

5

What is the coolest thing? The photo is as it is.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=776

 

6

About the current YouTube bar. I also want to tell # I want to leave.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=964

 

7

About Japanese photographers. Japanese YouTube bar is Pistols.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1059

 

8

The composition of the photograph is sensibility. Meet the designers in Milan. Two questions.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1242

 

9

What is a good composition? What is a bad composition?

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1482

 

10

What is the time to point the camera? It is slow if you are looking into the viewfinder or display.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1662

 

11

Family photos. I can not take pictures with others. The inside of the subject.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1745

 

12

About YouTube 's photographer. Camera technology etc. Sensibility is polished by reading books.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2144

 

13

About the Japanese newspaper. A picture of a good newspaper is Reuters. If you continue to look at useless photographs # it will be useless.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2305

 

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About Japanese photographers. About the exhibition.

Summary. I wrote a novel etc. What I want to tell the most.

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2579

 

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I talked about how to make a work.

 

About work production 1/2

youtu.be/ZFjqUJn74kM

  

About work production 2/2

youtu.be/pZIbXmnXuCw

 

1 Photo exhibition up to that point. Did you want to go?

 

2 Well # what is an exhibition that you want to visit even if you go there?

 

3 Challenge to exhibit one work every month before opening a solo exhibition at the Harajuku Design Festa.

 

4 works are materials and silhouettes. Similar to fashion.

 

5 Who is your favorite artist? What is it? Make it clear.

 

6 Creating a collage is exactly the same as taking photos. As I wrote in the interview # it is the same as writing a novel.

 

7 I want to show it to someone # but I do not make a piece to show it. Aim for the work you want to decorate your own room as in the photo.

 

8 What is copycat? Nowadays # it is suspected to be beaten. There is something called Mimesis?

 

ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mimesis

kotobank.jp/word/Mimesis-139464

 

9 What is Individuality? What is originality?

 

www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/

 

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Explanation of composition. 2

 

1.Composition explanation 2 ... 1/4

youtu.be/yVbvneBIMs8

 

2.Composition explanation 2 ... 2/4

youtu.be/LToFez9vOAw

 

3.Composition Explanation 2 ... 3/4

youtu.be/uTR0wVi9Z7M

 

4.Composition Explanation 2 ... 4/4

youtu.be/h2LjfU6Vvno

 

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My shutter feeling.

 

youtu.be/3JkbGiFLjAM

 

Today's photo.

It is a photo taken from Eurostar.

 

This video is an explanation.

 

I went to Milan in 2005.

At that time # I went from Milan to Venice.

We took Eurostar into the transportation.

 

This photo was not taken from a very fast Eurostar.

When I changed the track # I took a picture at the moment I slowed down.

  

Is there a Japanese beside you?

Please have my video translated.

:)

 

In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...

 

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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

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flickr.

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/

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instagram.

www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/

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Pinterest.

www.pinterest.jp/MitsushiroNakagawa/

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YouPic

youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/

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twitter.

twitter.com/mitsushiro

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facebook.

www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa

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Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...

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My statistics. (As of May 11 # 2021)

youtu.be/UpezrGm4HYA

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Japanese is the following.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

 

Mitsu Nakagawa belong to Lot No. 204 _ . Copyright©︎2020 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

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title.

駅前の自転車。

  

( LUMIX G3 shot)

  

ロンドン。イギリス。2015年。… 　 1 / 6

(今日の写真。それは未発表です。）

  

Images

No One Gets Me (Chamber Version) feat. RMR … Johan Lenox

youtu.be/IqNul9qfzSs

   

次の小説のイメージ。

Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)

（いつまでもなくならないだろう）

    

重要なお知らせ。

 

僕は以下の条件を緩和します。

僕はTシャツを無料で世界中へ配布します。

m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50656401427/in/dateposted-p...

m.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/50613367691/in/dateposted-p...

 

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２０２３年の展示

  

テーマ

カメラは時間にキスをする。

  

Mitsushiro - Nakagawa

  

２０２３年のスケジュールは不安定です。

以下の二つのいずれかを予定しています。

どちらも１１月頃を予定しています。

  

僕は美術館を優先します。

 

１　こちらは、２０２３年に第１付属ギャラリーが解放されたら実施します。

場所

DIC川村記念美術館　第１付属ギャラリー

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

  

２　こちらは、予備として予定します。

場所

デザインフェスタ

designfesta.com

  

images.

BTS … Film out

youtu.be/az_6PrN-biI

 

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最新のお知らせ。

以下の僕のTシャツ。無料配布。

コロナの影響で、運送方法は国によって変わります。

 

1/25

一人目が決まりました。

それはドイツの人です。

m.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/favorites/

僕は心から感謝します。ありがとう。

:)

２０２０年１２月３日。発送しました。

船便です。２ヶ月から３ヶ月を要します。

 

2/25

二人目はタイの女性です。

youpic.com/photographer/Abbozzo/

僕は彼女へ受け取って欲しいとお願いしました。

:)

２０２０年１２月１０日。発送しました。

船便です。２ヶ月から３ヶ月を要します。

 

3/25

3人目はメキシコの女性です。

www.facebook.com/OvejaDeSion

彼女はfotologの頃からずっと僕を支えてくれました。

彼女は僕の道案内をしてくれました。

ありがとう。

:)

２０２０年１２月１０日発送しました。

EMSです。たぶん１ヶ月から２ヶ月以内で到着します。

 

4/25

4人目は、セルビア共和国の女性です。

youpic.com/photographer/IvanaPopov/

２０２０年１２月１４日発送しました。

船便です。たぶん２ヶ月から３ヶ月以内で到着します。

:)

 

5/25

５人目は、インドネシアの男性です。

www.flickr.com/photos/33836533@N04/

２０２０年１２月２４日。発送しました。

EMSです。たぶん１ヶ月から２ヶ月以内で到着します。

１月８日。到着しました。

 

6/25

6人目は、フランスの方です。

youpic.com/image/18158054/ombre-chinoise-by-ce-pe

www.flickr.com/photos/191604817@N04/

２０２１年１月７日。

僕は発送しました。

:)

 

7/25

7人目も、フランスの方です。

www.flickr.com/photos/151630891@N07/

www.flickr.com/people/liveworkcreate/

２０２１年１月７日。

僕は発送しました。

:)

 

8/25

８人目の 方はルーマニアの方です。

www.flickr.com/photos/63mr/

2021年１月中に発送します。

:)

 

9/25

9人目は日本の方です。16歳です。

www.instagram.com/kai.kawazu/

受賞歴

2017 小国町フォトコンテスト2部門

2018 EPSONmeet up selectionデータ部門優秀賞

2020 熊本高文連前期写真コンテスト優秀賞

Webフォトコンテスト協賛メーカー賞

  

10/25

10人目は、ブラジルの方です。

www.flickr.com/photos/mangelo/

２０２１年２月中に発送します。

:)

 

11/25

11人目は、アメリカの方です。

youpic.com/photographer/HeathBrunner/

www.flickr.com/photos/181948650@N04/

 

vmaxrecords.bandcamp.com

soundcloud.com/vmaxrecords

 

２０２１年２月中に発送します。

:)

  

12/25

12人目は、イタリアの方です。

www.flickr.com/photos/122700703@N05/

youpic.com/photographer/raffadepa2019/

cacciatoredisogniblog.wordpress.com

２０２１年２月中に発送します。

 

13/25

13人目は、 ロシアの方です。

www.flickr.com/photos/183731920@N08/

youpic.com/photographer/Andjey/

２０２１年３月中に発送します。

 

14/25

14人目は、フィリピンの方です。

www.flickr.com/photos/44681455@N00/

youpic.com/photographer/Stitch/

２０２１年１１月１１日に発送しました。

  

Mitsu.

 

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” Lot No.402_ ” に関するお知らせ。

  

今後、僕は、” Lot No.402_ ”を主催します。

 

このロットナンバーは、眠っていたレオナルドダヴィンチの作品がオークションにかけらた際に付されたものです。

作品にはサインなどがいっさい記されていなかったため、彼の作品だと断定できませんでした。

しかし、様々な鑑定の結果、陽の光を浴びました。

誰にも気づかれない作品。肩書がなくとも静かに語りかける作品。

僕はこれから様々な形で、多くの皆様に提供できるよう努めてゆきます。

 

2020年10月24日 by Mitsu - Nakagawa.

 

Copyright©︎2021 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

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プロフィール

2014年11月、たった1機種で世界を塗り替えた携帯電話の広告を請け負った選考者の目に留まり、秘密保持同意書を結ぶ。

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

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インタビューと小説。

僕の本について。

 

僕は、昔に本を出版しました。

その際に、僕のインタビューをPDFでネット上へアップロードしていました。

その日本語と英語。

 

僕は、無料でを公開します。

詳細は、アマゾンのサイトへ解説しました。

 

小説の書き方。

写真の撮影方法。

作品への距離感。

 

これらはすべて共通項があります。

僕は、僕が感じたことを文章にして、残しました。

 

僕のテキストが多くの人に読んでもらえることを望みます。

ありがとう。

 

Mitsushiro.

 

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

  

１　インタビュー　英語版

 

２　小説。unforgettable’ 英語版。

 

３　インタビュー　日本語版

 

４　小説。unforgettable’ 日本語版。(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)

(四百字詰め原稿用紙４５６枚)

 

　あらすじ

　大学を目指している北見ケイは、SNS上で、6歳年上のイベントコンパニオン、上村香織に出会う。

　上京してきた香織の夢は、有名なアーティストの友達になるためだ。

　そのためにはラジオ局のプロデューサー、大沢亮の存在が必要だった。

　大沢は、ラジオの生放送中、香織へ語りかける。

　「僕には妻子がある。しかし、僕は君に会いたいと思っている」

　ケイの同級生で、彼を想っている三條里香は、香織の動向を探っていた。。。。。

  

本編

 

人が海へ向かう理由には、二つある。

　ひとつは、波打ち際ではしゃぐ子供のように、今の瞬間の海の輝きを楽しむこと。

　もうひとつは、その輝きを静かに見据えて、過ぎ去った日々を懐かしむ老人のように記憶の埃を払うこと。

　二つは重なり合わないようではあるけれども、たったひとつの意味しか生まない。

　再生だ。

　明日っていう、曖昧な日を確実なものへと変えてゆくために、自分の存在に向き合う。

　それが再生の意味だ。

 

　十八歳だった僕には大切な人がいた。

 

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

  

５　流線形の軌跡。　日本語のみ。

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

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iBooks.電子出版。（現在は無料）

 

0.about the iBooks.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

1.unforgettable’ ( ENG.ver.)(This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216576828?ls=1&...

For Japanese only.

 

2.unforgettable’ ( JNP.ver.)(この小説は未来のアーティストへ捧げます)

itunes.apple.com/us/book/unforgettable/id1216584262?ls=1&...

 

3.流線形の軌跡。

itunes.apple.com/us/book/%E6%B5%81%E7%B7%9A%E5%BD%A2%E3%8...

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僕の小説。英語版　

My Novel Unforgettable' (This book is Dedicated to the future artist.)

 

Mitsushiro Nakagawa

All Translated by Yumi Ikeda .

www.fotolog.net/yuming/

   

1/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24577016535/in/dateposted...

2/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24209330259/in/dateposted...

3/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/23975215274/in/dateposted...

4/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24515964952/in/dateposted...

5/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24276473749/in/dateposted...

6/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24548895082/in/dateposted...

7/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24594603711/in/dateposted...

8/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24588215562/in/dateposted...

9/9

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/24100804163/in/dateposted...

Fin.

  

images.

U2 - No Line On The Horizon Live in Dublin

www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oKwnkYFsiE&feature=related

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Title of my book : unforgettable'

Author : Mitsushiro Nakagawa

Out Now.

 

ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

in Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/Unforgettable’-Mitsushiro-Nakagawa/dp/...

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次の小説の予定。

Still would stand all time.(unforgettable'2)

（いつまでもなくならないだろう）

もう少し時間をください。それは日本語です。

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２０２３年の展示

  

テーマ

カメラは時間にキスをする。

  

Mitsushiro - Nakagawa

  

２０２３年のスケジュールは不安定です。

以下の二つのいずれかを予定しています。

どちらも１１月頃を予定しています。

  

僕は美術館を優先します。

 

１　こちらは、２０２３年に第１付属ギャラリーが解放されたら実施します。

場所

DIC川村記念美術館　第１付属ギャラリー

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

  

２　こちらは、予備として予定します。

場所

デザインフェスタ

designfesta.com

  

images.

BTS … Film out

youtu.be/az_6PrN-biI

   

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僕の作品。

 

1 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48072442376/in/dateposted...

2 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48078949821/in/dateposted...

3 www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/48085863356/in/dateposted...

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あなたは僕の声を聞きたいですか？

:)

 

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

  

1

フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。１種類目。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw

 

2

フリッカーへ投稿した写真の構図について。２種類目。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=443

 

3

Fotologを始めた時について。 建築家の視点。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=649

 

4

なぜ、今までカメラを手にしなかったのか？

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=708

 

5

何が一番かっこいいのか？　写真はありのままに。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=776

 

6

現在のユーチューバーについて。僕も伝え、残したい。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=964

 

7

日本人の写真家について。日本のユーチューバーはピストルズ。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1059

 

8

写真の構図は、感性。ミラノのデザイナーに会って。二つの質問。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1242

 

9

良い構図とは？　悪い構図とは？

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1482

 

10

カメラを向ける時とは？　ファインダーやディスプレイを覗いていては遅い。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1662

 

11

家族写真。他人では撮れない。被写体の内面。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=1745

 

12

ユーチューブの写真家について。カメラの技術等。感性は、本を読むことで磨く。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2144

 

13

日本の新聞について。良い新聞の写真はロイター。ダメな写真を見続けるとダメになる。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2305

 

14

日本の写真家について。その展示について。

まとめ。僕が書いた小説など。僕が最も伝えたいこと。

youtu.be/b1o6Xf-Mjhw?t=2579

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作品制作について 1/2

youtu.be/ZFjqUJn74kM

 

作品制作について 2/2

youtu.be/pZIbXmnXuCw

  

１　それまでの写真展。自分は行きたいと思ったか？

 

２　じゃ、自分が足を運んででも行きたい展示とは何か？

 

３　原宿デザインフェスタで個展を開くまでに、毎月ひとつの作品を展示することにチャレンジ。

 

４　作品とは、素材とシルエット。ファッションと似ている。

 

５　自分が好きなアーティストは誰か？　どんなものなのか？　そこをはっきりさせる。

 

６　コラージュの作成も写真の撮り方と全く同じ。インタビューに書いたように小説の書き方とも同じ。

 

７　誰かに見せたい、見せるがために作品は作らない。写真と同じように自分の部屋に飾りたい作品を目指す。

 

８　パクリとは何か？　昨今、叩かれるパクリ疑惑。ミメーシスとは？

 

　　https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/ミメーシス

　　https://kotobank.jp/word/ミメーシス-139464

  

９　個性とはなにか？　オリジナリティってなに？

 

おまけ　眞子さまについて

 

という流れです。

お時間がある方は是非聴いてください。

:)

 

www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/

 

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構図の解説２

 

1.構図の解説２ ... 1/4

youtu.be/yVbvneBIMs8

 

2.構図の解説２ ... 2/4

youtu.be/LToFez9vOAw

 

3.構図の解説２ ... 3/4

youtu.be/uTR0wVi9Z7M

 

4.構図の解説２ ... 4/4

youtu.be/h2LjfU6Vvno

 

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僕のシャッター感覚

 

youtu.be/3JkbGiFLjAM

 

In the Eurostar to Venice . 2005. shot ... 1 / 2

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/49127115021/in/dateposted...

 

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Miles Davis sheet 1955-1976.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

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flickr.

www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/

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YouTube.

www.youtube.com/user/mitsushiro/

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instagram.

www.instagram.com/mitsushiro_nakagawa/

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Pinterest.

www.pinterest.jp/MitsushiroNakagawa/

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YouPic

youpic.com/photographer/mitsushironakagawa/

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fotolog

www.fotolog.com/stealaway/

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twitter.

twitter.com/mitsushiro

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facebook.

www.facebook.com/mitsushiro.nakagawa

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Amazon.

www.amazon.co.jp/gp/profile/amzn1.account.AHSKI3YMYPYE5UE...

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僕の統計。（2021年5月11日現在）

youtu.be/UpezrGm4HYA

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Japanese is the following.

drive.google.com/drive/folders/1vBRMWGk29EmsoBV2o9NM1LIVi...

 

Title of my book unforgettable' Mitsushiro Nakagawa Out Now. ISBN978-4-86264-866-2

 

Mitsushiro Nakagawa belong to Lot no.204_ . Copyright©︎2020 Lot no.204_ All rights reserved.

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#小説 #文章の書き方 #小説の書き方

 

【 小説ってむずかしい？ 】

youtu.be/KZgaWyNZkLA

 

ここでは自分が書いた以下の小説（掌編）を解説して、文章の組み方や流れなどを、一行ずつ、徹底的に解説しました。

わかりやすいように、初稿と最終稿の比較で解説しています。約２時間半もかけました😃😅

まずは最終稿を読んでいただけるとわかりやすいです。

 

小説（掌編）【　夏のはじまりは、すりガラスの向こうに　】

あらすじ

遠藤　シュン　22才と、同級生、関口香奈のお話。

シュンは商社へ就職し、7月からオーストラリアへ。海外赴任前に実家へ帰る。

 

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Base Ball Bear --short hair

youtu.be/kDc2VebfUdktitle

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” Lot No.402_ ” に関するお知らせ。

  

今後、僕は、” Lot No.402_ ”を主催します。

 

このロットナンバーは、眠っていたレオナルドダヴィンチの作品がオークションにかけらた際に付されたものです。

作品にはサインなどがいっさい記されていなかったため、彼の作品だと断定できませんでした。

しかし、様々な鑑定の結果、陽の光を浴びました。

誰にも気づかれない作品。肩書がなくとも静かに語りかける作品。

僕はこれから様々な形で、多くの皆様に提供できるよう努めてゆきます。

 

2020年10月24日 by Mitsu - Nakagawa.

 

Copyright©︎2020 Lot No.402_ All rights reserved.

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Exhibition in 2023

  

theme

The camera kisses time.

  

Mitsushiro --Nakagawa

  

The schedule for 2023 is unstable.

I plan to do one of the following two.

Both are scheduled around November.

  

I give priority to museums.

  

1 This will be done when the 1st attached gallery is released in 2023.

place

DIC Kawamura Memorial Museum of Art 1st attached gallery

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

  

2 This is planned as a spare.

place

Design Festa

designfesta.com

  

images.

BTS… Film out Lyrics (방탄 소년단 / BTS Film out Japanese subtitles 가사) [Color Coded Lyrics / Kan / Rom / Eng]

youtu.be/az_6PrN-biI

  

２０２３年の展示

  

テーマ

カメラは時間にキスをする。

  

Mitsushiro - Nakagawa

  

２０２３年のスケジュールは不安定です。

以下の二つのいずれかを予定しています。

どちらも１１月頃を予定しています。

  

僕は美術館を優先します。

 

１　こちらは、２０２３年に第１付属ギャラリーが解放されたら実施します。

場所

DIC川村記念美術館　第１付属ギャラリー

kawamura-museum.dic.co.jp/

  

２　こちらは、予備として予定します。

場所

デザインフェスタ

designfesta.com

  

images.

BTS … Film out

youtu.be/az_6PrN-biI

 

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youtube has been updated. ユーチューブ更新しました

今年の髪型はセブンティーン、 ジョンハンさんの長髪アレンジヴァージョンで😃

youtu.be/9y0eflPHV1A

 

#セブンティーン #ジョンハン #長髪 #髪型

 

今年の髪型はセブンティーン、 ジョンハンさんの長髪アレンジヴァージョンで😃

  

この一年以上、ずっと美容師さんに嵐、相葉さんのボブ写真を見せて、【これでおねがいします】と平然と頼んできたのですが、

昨年末、セブンティーンのPV以下を見て、 気が変わりました😃

 

[Choreography Video] SEVENTEEN(세븐틴) - DREAM

  

• [Choreography Vid...

 

この真ん中の緑色のパンツの人、調べました。

ジョンハンさんという方です😃

 

[201205] | Jeonghan seventeen, Jeonghan, Seventeen going seventeen

www.pinterest.jp/pin/68258369...

 

しばらくは、この髪型で行きます😃

が、

一つ問題が。

この長髪、５５歳がやると、武田鉄矢さんとか長州力さんに近くなってしまうという問題が😅

 

なので、もろに長髪ではなく、削いで軽くし、フロント重めというアレンジを加えていただきました😅

 

っていうことで、しばらくは、ジョンハンさんで行きます😃

ファンの方に、きっと殺されるな(^_^;)

いい加減にしろと😅

 

ま、いいじゃんか😃

 

old watch illuminated with a flashlight.

  

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And with this Mech Monday comes to an end for me. Its been a busy year, full of ups and downs, but full of mechs, drones and robots.

 

I figured I’d upload an overview just for my Mech Monday builds since… well… there are quite a few :D Which leads me to the following question: Do you have a favourite? And if so, why?

 

Thank you to each and everyone of you who stuck with me on this wild journey, with comments, support, the occasional pat on the back, the motivational teasing, and with faves and blog posts. If it wasn’t for these things this would have been a boring ride, and a short one at that.

 

Finally my thanks have to go to Marin who despite having to take a break on his Mech Monday was always there for me with feedback and good words to motivate me even when I didn’t feel like it. Thank you!

 

You are of course welcome to continue the tradition of Mech Monday (Marin certainly will)! I will take a break from the subject matter, at least for a while, but its a fun topic so I’ll be back. With Mechs. On a Monday. ;)

I just got back from shooting for a week in Los Angeles and have to say that the highlight of my trip was shooting industrial stuff down in Long Beach Harbor with Photographer David Sommars. David is an amazing photographer who regularly shoots industrial stuff around L.A. and he shared with me some of the most fantastic vantage points to shoot this sort of photography in Long Beach.

 

Unfortunately our photowalk around the Port of Long Beach was not without incident. Three times we were blinted while photographing. I've been stopped plenty of times while legally shooting in the past. Most of the times I've been able to be respectful but insistent on my legal rights to shoot wherever I'm shooting. Every so often though an incident turns into a more serious altercation.

 

The first two times Sommars and I were stopped we were stopped by private security agents working for Securitas on behalf of BP's Carson Refinery. They asked us not to shoot the refinery and suggested that it was a "double standard" that we'd insist on our constitutional rights to shoot in public while not honoring BP's request that we not shoot their facility from a public sidewalk. I couldn't quite get my arms around the "double standard" argument coming from BP. Ironically one of the shots that I took of their refinery was probably the largest United States flag I've ever shot. Let's hear it for Patriotism.

 

The hassle from BP's agents though didn't really bother me all that much. We were insistent on our rights to shoot the facility and they seemed to understand that in the end there was nothing that they could do about it. Their security guard snapped photos of both of us with his camera phone (and I returned the favor of course) and then they followed us when we left in my car in order to get my license plate, but they seemed to pretty clearly understand that while they were free to ask us not to shoot the plant, it was clearly within our rights to do so.

 

The more disturbing incident came later when we were atop a bridge, again on a public sidewalk, shooting another plant and long exposure bridge shots. Here we were stopped by real cops this time, rather than security guards. The cops in question were from the Long Beach Harbor Patrol. Their officer explained to us that it was his job to monitor the side of the bridge that we were on while L.A.P.D. had jurisdiction over the other side of the bridge.

 

Basically the conversation went something like this.

 

Long Beach Harbor Patrol Officer: "I'm going to have to ask you guys to leave."

 

Us: "But, why, were simply taking art photographs."

 

Long Beach Harbor Patrol Officer: "You're not allowed to photograph these plants."

 

Us: "But we're on a public sidewalk. What law doesn't allow us to photograph here?"

 

Long Beach Harbor Patrol Officer: "You'll need to come back tomorrow and get a permit if you want to shoot in the Harbor."

 

Me: "I'm only down in Long Beach for tonight and won't be able to do that."

 

2nd Long Beach Harbor Patrol Officer (shrugging her shoulders): Oh, well, you're just going to have to leave. Photography is not allowed here without a permit."

 

During this altercation both David and I were asked to present identification to the police. They used our IDs to run background checks on both of us.

 

Now personally I have no problem with the cops stopping to talk to us and check out what we were doing. I also had no problem with Securitas photographing me earlier or following me to get my license plate number. But I think that it went too far when the Long Beach Harbor Patrol ran background checks on us and I think it also went too far when they required us to leave our shoot location. As far as I'm aware there is no law which requires permits in order to shoot the Long Beach Harbor from a public sidewalk. And to kick us off of the bridge that we were legally on was not justified and violated our constitutional rights.

 

We repeatedly tried to argue for our right to shoot at this location for about a half an hour. The entire time the cops were insistent that we were not allowed to shoot there without a permit. David showed the cops in question photos of his on his iPhone in order to share the type of photography that we were after, but none of this seemed to matter. We were on their turf and they weren't going to stand for that. He just kept repeatedly bringing up 911 over and over telling us that we were going to need to leave.

 

What bothers me even more is that this is not the first time that David (who shoots in Long Beach Harbor more regularly than I do) has been harassed by the cops there. David has had lots of previous run ins there. David told me that he's been stopped about 10 times in the last six months while shooting in Long Beach Harbor. About half of those stops involved actual police in addition to security guards. On one occasion the cops actually handcuffed him and in another incident 4 police cars and a black SUV converged on him. He's also had FBI agents call on him over his photography. Personally I think it's wrong to handcuff peaceful photographers for the "crime" of photography while questioning and detaining.

 

I've contacted the media relations department at Long Beach Harbor regarding this incident but have yet to hear back from them. I'll post more from them once/if I do hear back.

 

What I am tired of though is the harassment that photographers face on a regular basis while out documenting our world. Photography is not a crime. 911 didn't suddenly magically turn photographers into criminals. And as long as photography is not a crime, I think that cops, security guards and other authority figures should be required to live within the legal system as it now stands. Maybe some day they will pass a law that shooting Long Beach Harbor is in fact a crime. Or maybe they'll actually pass a law that permits *are* actually required to shoot there. But until that day happens (and I'd be one vocally opposing any such rule like that) this sort of harassment ought not take place. And it's unfortunate when it does.

 

Update: Art Wong from the Port of Long Beach's Media Relations Department has contacted me and told me that he's asking their officers for information on this incident. I will post any update from the Port of Long Beach as it becomes available.

Update 2: On Digg here: digg.com/travel_places/Thomas_Hawk_s_Digital_Connection_L...

 

Update 3: The Port of Long Beach's Assistant Director of Communications Art Wong, responds to this incident here.