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Playing around with my new toy, flashgun with beauty dish and blue gel and a sparkler. Tripod and lens swapped. No Photoshop Home Faff 17-08-2019ps
St. Joseph's Jake Failla reacts after scoring in the ninth inning of the Cadets' 5-3 victory over Ellington in the CIAC Class M baseball quarterfinals Sunday.
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Photo Earl Neikirk/Bristol Herald Courier
Coeburn pitcher Hannah Light reacts to the run scored by VHS to end the game and season Wednesday.
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How can we accept that we are changing?
How can we accept we hardly recognize ourselves in certain situations?
I am changing at this very moment of my life.
I do not react in the same ways I used to. I am surprised. Is that me?
These pictures are the way I see myself now.
My shadow is there but I erase myself because I don´t know who I am any longer.
The shoes remain only to make sure there is something more than… a shadow.
A male Wood Duck reacts to a huge splash created during a spirited Canada Goose chase at the edge of the beach.
Fontenelle Forest Raptor Recovery released a bald eagle back to the wild Sunday, January 12th, at 1:30 p.m. at DeSoto National Wildlife Refuge west of Missouri Valley, Iowa.
This particular young female bald eagle was rescued August 3rd, 2019, from the Springfield, Nebraska, area. She was unable to fly and a Nebraska Game/Parks officer picked her up and brought her to Denise Lewis, Director of Raptor Recovery at Fontenelle Forest. The eagle was lethargic, thin and was missing all tail her feathers for an unknown reason. She has since regrown the needed tail feathers and is ready to be released back into the wild. Because she is a young bird,she was released at DeSoto National Wildlife Refuge due to the large number of eagles that are present there. She will need the teaching and support of other bald eagles as she makes her way to adulthood.
A really cool guy who was walking down the streets of Berlin and playing some classic soul/rap stuff. People were reacting quite positively. Some even started to dance.
Day 265
I absolutely cannot stand it when people feign ignorance about things rather than trying to repair them. Once you have seen something, you have to react to it in someway. Pretending you never saw it is not an option. Geez.
Hey, I'm all caught up now!
MKSG The X-Men: Survival - Issue #5
Boston, Massachusetts - 3 Days Ago
“Sean! Grab your sh*t, we’re leaving! 1 minute!” Tom shouts as he storms through the door of the Cassidy house, leaving his car half-parked and still running on the driveway.
Sitting up quickly from the couch, “What do you mean?!” Sean Cassidy questions woefully.
“I mean that they’ve found us, and that means we have to leave, now!” Tom snaps at his younger brother as he rushes upstairs.
Understanding exactly what this means, Sean reacts quickly. His homework will have to wait. He’s going on the run. It was only a matter of time until someone found out that he and his brother were mutants, and the time seemed to have come. He raced upstairs, slid into his room and yanked the backpack from under his bed that he’d had packed for the last 12 months. He runs back downstairs and out the door.
“Where are we headed?” the 14 year old asks his older brother, quizzically.
X-Mansion Lawn - Today
“Help me!!” yells Sean, desperate and afraid. Once they’d got his brother Tom, he started towards the only place he could think of: Xavier’s School for Gifted Mutants. His mother’s friend, who he always called Aunt Moira, had told him if he was ever in any trouble, to come here, and the people here would help him.
“Help! Please!!” he yelps. Hot on his heel - a military-style truck following him up the lawn, filled with ‘Purifiers’. Mutant-hunters for hire. Ruthless and terrifying, with their thoughts poisoned by bigoted TV personalities such as William Stryker, spreading mutant-hatred and fear.
Sean realises there is no way that he can outrun the truck before he gets to the grand mansion itself. Putting on a brave face, he does the only thing he can do: try to stand his ground.
He stops running and tries to turn around and face his oppressors, but his knees are weak and give way. He still has one trick up his sleeve though…
The truck pulls up, about 20 feet away. He’s feeling faint and almost breathless, but he doesn’t hesitate to defend himself.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEE!”
He screams with his sonic abilities! The forceful blast flips the truck sideways several times and the Purifiers inside shout in dismay as they are tosses around violently. The truck lands back on it’s 6 wheels and several of the soldiers pile out, a couple throwing up.
Then, behind him, he hears an unfamiliar sound
BAMF!
He looks behind him in desperation to see 4 colourful figures, all with an X logo on their belt.
‘It’s the X-Men!’
The Purifier soldiers from the truck scramble and flee in all different directions from the X-Men. Storm flies up above the lawn and hovers on the winds she can control. Her eyes turn white and the skies quickly turn from blue to a dark, cloudy grey. With great might, she summons down a powerful lightning bolt. It strikes the overturned truck and then, KABBOOM! It explodes into a million pieces.
One of the doors from the truck hurtles towards him, flaming and fast. Sean covers his head with his hands as he feels the intense warmth from Cyclops’ optic beam over him, hearing the PZZZRKKTT! of it as it slices the door in half, so the pieces land either side of the team.
Sean reveals himself from under his arms to see Iceman covering the flaming wreck with snow and ice. Storm stands over him, and offers Sean a hand up. He goes to accept and pull himself up, but he’s so exhausted. Sean gently collapses onto the green grass of Xavier’s Mansion, home to the X-Men.
Photographed on at Puerto Egas on Santiago Island, Galapagos Island, Ecuador
Day 4 of the Galápagos trip
These beautifully-colored crabs stood out dramatically against the black volcanic reefs upon which they were seen. Naturally, this being the Galápagos, where wildlife is protected and one is cautioned to keep a distance from the birds and animals, I had no reason to understand where they may have gotten the nickname, "Sally Lightfoot". But the comments from Wikipedia below, apparently made by John Steinbeck, gives clarity to the name. :-)
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From Wikipedia:
Ecology and behaviour-
This crab lives amongst the rocks at the often turbulent, windy shore, just above the limit of the sea spray. It feeds on algae primarily, sometimes sampling other plant matter and dead animals. It is an agile crab, capable of leaping, and consequently hard to catch. Not considered very edible by humans, it is used as bait by fishermen. It is preyed upon by the Chain moray eel Echidna catenata.
G. grapsus has been observed in an apparent cleaning symbiosis taking ticks from marine iguanas on the Galápagos Islands.
Grapsus grapsus was collected by Charles Darwin during his voyages on HMS Beagle, and also by the first comprehensive study of the fauna of the Gulf of California, carried out by Ed Ricketts, together with John Steinbeck and others. Steinbeck records:
Many people have spoken at length of the Sally Lightfoots. In fact, everyone who has seen them has been delighted with them. The very name they are called by reflects the delight of the name. These little crabs, with brilliant cloisonné carapaces, walk on their tiptoes, They have remarkable eyes and an extremely fast reaction time. In spite of the fact that they swarm on the rocks at the Cape [San Lucas], and to a less degree inside the Gulf [of California], they are exceedingly hard to catch. They seem to be able to run in any of four directions; but more than this, perhaps because of their rapid reaction time, they appear to read the mind of their hunter. They escape the long-handled net, anticipating from what direction it is coming. If you walk slowly, they move slowly ahead of you in droves. If you hurry, they hurry. When you plunge at them, they seem to disappear in a puff of blue smoke—at any rate, they disappear. It is impossible to creep up on them. They are very beautiful, with clear brilliant colors, red and blues and warm browns.
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Man reacts peculiarly but consistently in his relationship with Sally Lightfoot. His tendency eventually is to scream curses, to hurl himself at them, and to come up foaming with rage and bruised all over his chest. Thus, Tiny, leaping forward, slipped and fell and hurt his arm. He never forgot nor forgave his enemy. From then on he attacked Lightfoots by every foul means he could contrive and a training in Monterey street fighting has equipped him well for this kind of battle). He hurled rocks at them; he smashed at them with boards; and he even considered poisoning them. Eventually we did catch a few Sallys, but we think they were the halt and the blind, the simpletons of their species. With reasonably well-balanced and non-neurotic Lightfoots we stood no chance.
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Folk dancer girl spotted the paparazzo and reacted in the cutest way. Shot @ the Valley of Arts Festival - Kapolcs, Hungary. The picture is quite blurry but the smile is so perfect that i had to share...
Lens: Voigtlander Color Dynarex 135mm f2.8 QBM
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Good lights to all of you, fellows.
Share your emotions - You are acting crazy
React to the treatment - She must be crazy
Let them see a single tear - He is crazy
What will it take?
Give no reaction - They sound crazy
Hide away from the world - The whispers are crazy
Listen to them all and let the voices say; do; exist.
Allow me to show you crazy.
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Trailer Park - Meemaw Dont Play
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The Reanimator - Mrs. Stein's Arm
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One of my first clear shots of a bird in flight. Sitting on the rocks upstream from Shiva Cafe above Bhagsu Nag waterfall, and I noticed this blue whistling thrush darting back and forth to catch insects under a small fall that joined the main stream. It took me a while to get the pic as I did not have a wide field of view and the bird was usually past me before I could react.