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(TMS) Ocean Beach Luxury JPS
The most beautiful and detailed (TMS)Ocean Beach ever seen on Second Life.Interiors and exteriors completely redesigned.A lot of working hours were needed to make this boat and about 50 textures have been applied.
Reflections, luminosity and alpha totally revised, but you do not have to worry because to apply all this you will have to do only one simple operation:
drag a script from the inventory to over your Ocean Beach . Just a simple mouse movement and your new boat will be ready to sail in the Linden seas. ⛵⛵⛵
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Anti-Stylistic Realizations.
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ちらっと見た目は物語を聞いた巨大な月邪悪な夜滅びる悪魔最も暗い嵐痴漢されたビジョンステルスな動き群れ顔運命旅行者.
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Taken when I shot a few photos for Jilted. This was one of the first shots I took.
There was something about this one for me that made me add it to the set. It's not perfect, but looking at this, it doesn't feel like it's a self-portrait.
I'm going to upload an alternate crop, see how that looks. No, I will keep it this way. The 'un-posed', caught off guard look of this works for me.
Hope you're not bored with these yet :P
Newer work for Jilted soon.
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As the glass falls to the ground, Matt comes to the realization that he is not in the place he thought he was. No this place is a lab. The chemicals around him distort his senses even more than they were before. A man steps out of a fog-like haze that was in front of Matt's already hindered vision. The man is wearing a mask to cover his face and a long cape to cover his body. Matt deduces that the large cape and cloak around the man is probably to hide the frail physic of his body. The mask however is a strange decision as obviously with Matt's lack of mask the man knows that Matt is blind. The man breaks the silence with a chilling and almost inhuman voice.
"Ah, you're awake and out of your cell. A shame you had to break your cell. Those did cost so much money to install."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, that's right, you might not remember me, seeing how the last time we talked you were under the impression of my new fear-inducing chemicals. My name is Mister Fear, obviously not my real name, but that's all you get for the time being."
"Where am I and why am I here?"
"You Matt, or should I call you Daredevil?"
"..."
"You, Daredevil, are here in my lab, just outside Hell's Kitchen, to be my test subject."
"Test subject?"
"Ah yes, like I said, my fear-inducing chemical. I prefer chemical over toxin as it sounds less cynical, but that's not important. What is important is the side effects of the chemical. The very real dream, or nightmare to be more specific, state you are put in is the result of the chemical."
"Why me?"
"'The Man Without Fear.' That's what they call you. I just had to test that. To my surprise, and mild enjoyment I found that the title is just a newspaper worthy title. 'The Man with Little Fear,' that doesn't really sell papers, now does it?"
Matt steps back to the wall and as discretely as possible grabs a piece of glass that was still connected to the wall.
"My pain will no longer be an outlet for your amusement!"
Matt charges at Mister Fear with the glass shard aimed towards the man's head. Mister Fear dodges the first swing, but unfortunately for him gets hit by the second swing which connected to his side. The pain of the cut caused the man to fall to the floor in pain and grab his side.
"No! Please!"
A beautiful garden does not need to be big, but it should be the realization of one’s dream, even though it is only a couple of square metres large and it is situated on a balcony”.
So explained Captain Neil Mc Eacharn, the man who created these marvellous gardens. Many thousands of plants, brought from the far corners of the world, and rare collections, some of them unique in Europe and acclimatized after long laborious efforts, have been arranged with art in this beautiful setting, between the mountains and the lake.
In facts, back in 1931 the Scottish Captain decided to buy the estate called “La Crocetta” from the Marquise of Sant’Elia to transform it into a specimen of English Garden, situated in a strip of Italy which could remind him of his native Scotland, though it has more softness and wealth of tones. This work had to meet two basic requirements: the aesthetical and the botanical one. Botanical exigencies, as the different vegetations had to find the most ideal conditions of ground and climate. The stages of the creation of the new gardens saw different working stages, until their termination in 1940.
Amongst the most significant works are: the “Valletta”, created by large scale excavations; the irrigation plant, fed by water pumped directly from the lake to a reservoir from which it is conveyed to the furthest limits of the garden; the Terraced Gardens with waterfalls, swimming pool, water lily and lotus pools; the Winter Garden and the Bog Garden; ornamental fountains and water sprays.
Having, so, realized his garden, which he named Villa Taranto in memory of an ancestor Marshall McDonald, on whom Napoleon conferred the Dukedom of Taranto, Captain Mc Eacharn wanted to ensure that his work would be continued after him and with great generosity presented it to the Italian State.
The burden of maintaining the estate was taken over by the Ente Giardini Botanici Villa Taranto “Cap. Neil Mc Eacharn” after the founder’s death on April 18, 1964. He was buried in a chapel - mausoleum built for the purpose, in the gardens. In the same mausoleum now rest also the estate’s administrator Antonio Cappelletto and his family. The purpose of this Ente is to preserve for Italy and the world this incomparable botanical treasure and its natural beauties.
When visiting the gardens, one can find dream landscapes and captivating reflections in the water of mysterious flowers, sacred to Egyptian mythology. From the romantic Valletta to the carpets of heathers, from the hot-houses with the “Victoria Amazonica” to the Azalea, Maple, Rhododendron and Camellia avenues, from the rare lilies and the gardens of Dahlias with more than 300 varieties to the myriad hues of spring blooms, against the background of the Italian Garden or in the mellow glow of autumn, VILLA TARANTO rewards the visitor with endless scenes of changing beauty and deep inner poetry.
[Log Entry]
I was the first one down the hatch. The realization of where we had stumbled into quickly hit me. We were in the Geonosian catacombs. The first thing I saw was a bloody helmet, and a small pile of bones. I didn't want to think about how he met his demise down here. Nix was the last one to come down, and joined our makeshift circle around the body. I knew we had to keep moving, so we pressed on, with only the weak thermal image in our helmets to guide us.
[Log End]
"The Buddha is said to have given a 'silent sermon' once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile. He is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon. According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen."
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
و مثل بادبزن، ذهن، سطح روشن گل را
گرفته بود به دست
و باد می زد خود را.
سهراب سپهری
Another realization of MultiOutLiners project www.lightpainters.com/archive/lpwa/publication/115/index.htm
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"n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk." - From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.
A photo of a canna flower today. And I'm a little perplexed with this image.
Lately I've started to utilize LAB color space in PS, and to wonderful effect. It lets me bring up certain colors without altering the whole pic. And it lets me up the contrast without greying out details. It's really very powerful!
However, it doesn't always translate fully to jpeg. The LAB color space has far more colors than RGB - which is what jpeg uses. Normally this isn't a problem, but when I converted this back to RGB to save it as a jpeg, the colors faded a little. I've never had this problem before, and am a little bummed about it. Now, I know. You're thinking: 'But Jake, those colors are already so vibrant! How could you need more color?' Well, all I will say is these flowers were amazing. Even more vivid than this image does them credit.
I futzed around for a good while trying to figure out how to 'fix' the image in jpeg so it would look like the LAB version, but to no avail. All I managed was to apply some tweaks that got me closer. So this will have to do.
Please don't misunderstand me; it's still a great image. I just wish I had been able to present you with the version I saw.
Well, I hope you like it.
Taken Along a Texas Backroad. The title above is the name of a book by John Grisham that has also been made into a Hall Mark TV Event. The further I got into the book the more the realization came to me that I had just taken a photograph that depicted much of the book's story -that of Cotton Farmers in the late '40's and early 50's and their living conditions - those conditions being unpainted, Arkansas backroad homes where a crop success was the difference between the basic comforts from year to year. A great read published in 2001, and my image in 2017.
With the realization that Korvat would never compete with it's neighbors at sea, there is an increase in focus in land forces. Lacking a quality tank, the KFv II was developed, a fairly mobile tank while also well armed and armored.
Finally, a tank I actually like. Granted this is like the 6th tank I've built ever, starting with a certain infamous Amadeus tank destroyer, but I think it's pretty good.
While the fog was pulled away by the constant pull of the ocean's current, a time of realization began to come upon her. A realization she was unable to express, but it meant something to her, and only her. Slowly she came out of her state she had been trapped in for years prior.
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Whoa. A lot of realization has happened in the past day or so. Some of my close friends and I were talking about Instagram, Flick, etc. and it was brought up how negatively I use them with all my rantings and such. As much as I'd like to deny it, I have to agree. It seems as if I'm never happy, so I owe all you guys a big apology. I'm still not as satisfied with my work, along with this photo, but instead go whining about it, I need to evaluate what I'm doing wrong and fix it next time. For example, this picture has a wacky composition. The angle I shot at is way off. What I'm getting at is I now know the steps I need to take in order to improve and get the quality shot I'm hoping for.
Also, sorry for a late post. As soon as I came home from shooting I took a nap and didn't wake up till 9 pm.
Through life we dig ourselves a deep hole, that symbolize who we are. It can be really hard to get up from it, even though we realize that we have changed.
What circumstances made us like this? When we realize why the hole is shaped like it is, then we might find a way to climb up from it.
It´s not until now I feel like I have the power to become who I really want to be.
Realization broke into a grin on the soldier's face. "Really? Then I am really, really happy for you. This day has been a long time coming. And I bet you've also been holding in that 'late' line for a while."
Liza grinned as well, the euphoria of her completed task bubbling through her tranquil mood and coming out with a laugh.
"You have no idea how hard it was to get this assignment before I leave. Eventually I persuaded Gikhor that we could celebrate the royal wedding by freeing Mythron of a corrupt politician and the Organization of rogue debtor at the same time."
Sven nodded. "Well, if you can tell the story as we walk, Dame Assassin, the Krak lies waiting for the morning tide to take you to Consord, and my cabin is a more comfortable place to spend the night than any tavern in this port. Shall we?"
"We shall."
Taking Sven's arm and beginning a recap of her day's adventures, Liza continued on through the celebrating city.
The sudden cut of loss and realization is painfully sharp.
Acceptance and understanding is elusive; the suffering deeper still.
Late Sunday afternoon I went to Seymour Mountain. On each anniversary of my accident, I try to visit and go for a walk. After just missing sunset at the parking lot I took my headlamp and camera gear for a hike to Dog Mountain. Not much snow but plenty of quiet time to revisit my fall, 7 years ago now.
January 17, 2007
Simon and I went for a snowshoe hike around the east side of Seymour and went up Runner Peak. During the traverse back, about 1/2 hour from the ski runs, I fell. A long way. 600 feet below I ended up at Theta Lake. My backpack & coat ripped from my body, never to be found again. One boot and snowshoe gone. Broken shoulder, missing teeth and a neck fracture. Blood. Disorientated and cold. Though truth be told, I was very lucky to be in such good condition.
Nearly impossible to hike down but Simon makes it halfway regardless. Relieved to hear me alive, he manages to call for help. Somehow within 40 minutes and moments before dark sets in, a helicopter comes in and drops off 2 men. I clearly remember their headlamps coming towards me. I'm pretty sure I was mumbling and yelling, wondering why the helicopter had gone away. One of them told me to shut up. I had just met Tim Jones.
It took about an hour to reach the viewpoint at the end of the trail. Most of the fog below had disappeared so I sat down and decided to wait for a bit. Maybe the colder night air would bring the low cloud cover back. Besides, just sitting there gave me a chance to look up at the stars and check things out in my head.
January 18, 2007
Tim & Gord had wrapped me up within a heated blanket. They kept me alive. I think Tim's outer layer was a garbage bag with arm holes cut in it. How they had kept warm overnight I have no idea. I didn't know it at the time but Tim has been involved in over 1,500 rescues during his time with NSR since 1987. I couldn't have been in better hands.
SAR personnel had mobilized and were sent in to assist. The first group of 5 made it in before the worsening weather and terrible snow conditions forced everyone else to turn back for their own safety. Thank you Jeff, Bruce, Doug, John & Rollie. We were badly in need of help. The snow continued to fall. At one point a loud rumble headed down towards us, stopping within throwing distance. Unable to see what had happened I asked what was that. Tim replied, "Mother Nature". That avalanche forced the group to move base camp. They dug a snow cave and put me inside. I spent the next 14 hours within the hole. There was no getting home today. They all suffered worse than me I'm sure.
After realizing that only a few lingering clouds would make their way back over the city, I took this photo and packed up. No one else was out here. I headed back just before 7pm. When I passed First Lake I was surprised to hear what sounded like people above. Seemed unusual to me. Later along the trail I bumped into 3 paramedics who were on their way to help with a cardiac arrest near Dinky Peak. I gave them a hand carrying some of their heavy gear. I thought about asking if Tim was up here, as I hadn't seen him in a while, but it seemed inappropriate as they were on an emergency call so it never came up. [Tim Jones is an advanced life-support paramedic and paramedic-in-charge for the B.C. Ambulance Service in North Vancouver] On the way, they were told via radio, that another group were bringing the subject down the mountain. So we returned to the parking lot, where I left them and all the other many rescue personnel.
January 19, 2007
There was talk of a insane 10+ hour rope rescue to lift me out of this bowl if the deep clouds continued to prevent an air rescue. But finally a small opening appeared in the afternoon, and a helicopter popped in. They basically tossed me in while it hovered just above the frozen lake. Inside the helicopter and on the way to the hospital, I was laying down on the legs of Curtis Jones, Tim's son.
I simply would not have survived had his father not risked his life to rescue me. Words cannot not express the gratitude my family continues to feel towards him. I don't recall ever hearing Tim or any of the others complaining, even though none of them could have been comfortable. These volunteers are heroes in my books.
After giving a Mexican hitchhiker a ride down the mountain I received a shocking text telling me who had died on Seymour that night. The facts all tumbled into place. Tears began to fall. And the local outdoor community was devastated. Tim Jones had passed away from a heart attack.
Tim had an amazing spirit and strength. Determined and passionate. He was a larger-than-life leader of North Shore Rescue. I know he will be missed deeply by his team, friends & co-workers.
My deepest condolences to his family. I can't imagine the grief you must be feeling right now.
So. I came to a realization today that my build wasn't going to work in SL as it is now. The physics were just too taxing on the sim. So, it's gone into my inventory until Havok 4 and perhaps mono are released on the main grid, that's where it will live. Until then, I'm working on something fun, and imaginative... and it all starts with this one, lonely, pink tree.
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I was at a stop light when I saw this guy next to me with this beret, just when I was taking the picture he turned around, so now it looks like it was a planned shot!
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FOR THE REALIZATION OF THIS PHOTOGRAPH, WE HAVE USED A SIMPLE REAL LASER (FOR ASTRONOMY)...
A raygun is a science-fiction directed-energy weapon that releases energy, usually with destructive effect. They have various alternate names: ray gun, death ray, beam gun, blaster, laser gun, laser pistol, phaser, zap gun, etc. In most stories, when activated, a raygun emits a ray, typically visible, usually lethal if it hits a human target, often destructive if it hits mechanical objects, with properties and other effects unspecified or varying.
The realization the Delicate Arch is in shadow at sunrise. Ha ha! Still, it was cool watching the light slowly creep and open up the Winter Camp Wash (canyon) below a little later.
Realization through a flash positioned at 90 degree and triggered simultaneously shooting at or strawberry into milk.
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Canon EOS 5D Mark III
Canon EF Objectif 50 mm f/1.4 USM
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Flash Canon Speedlite 430 EX II
Post processing Aperture 3.
after years, I've come to the realization that no picture can paint a thousand words. not with everything there is. with the emotion, the atmosphere, the feeling ... and I guess that will never change.
so today was the day. I don't know why this feeling already crept into my head and what to think about that. after just a week, I felt empty. not in the sense of having no inspiration, not in the sense of close to giving up; I was convinced this was not the end yet, but with this day, with this time, I did not know what to do. I felt as if all the ideas I've had had this morning where suddenly wiped out right after I came home from school. and I just didn't know what to do about it. I just decided to do what I have to do and as I was done with baking something for school tomorrow, I suddenly realized; you can't carry on like this. you've got to rip yourself together and just focus on your inside and what is there.
and I think it somehow helped. I don't know why, but I am so happy about how this turned out. How it is nothing like any of my other work and there is barely any depth of field ... I shall try out more different things like this. It's way to appealing.
(day nine)
“Mesmerized.
Whisked away by her eloquent gaze;
Her breath caressed my cheek like poetry.
The realization came;
My heart was mine no more;
Stolen as most precious things eventually are.
Left clutching to this feeling;
Much like a child with a lonely past would.
Unthinking.
Frightened not by the whirlwind at our backs,
With your hand in mine we are weightless.
A perpetual feeling has sparked inside,
Running wildly just as the hands on my time piece.
Fiery winds carry away embers of the past;
As trumpets beat within blossoming hearts.
If there is no tomorrow and only temporary affairs will thrive
Then we must run forever to keep this dream alive.
Fleeting.”
--Ryan Closson
This shot was an adventure in itself. I had an idea of what I wanted to capture but I decided I just had to do it near a volcano, and, what do you know I found one. We packed up my camera gear, grabbed a couple sleeping bags and drove on into the night towards Flagstaff, AZ. 5 hours later 11pm came and we were roughly an hour north of Flagstaff essentially in the middle of nowhere trying to find this old dirt road that supposedly will take us to this volcanic crater through google maps. The GPS was fading in and out, there was a storm coming in from the east and it was kind of creepy out with no light to guide us. We traveled down this rough dirt road for a while and submit to our tired bodies and parked the truck throwing our sleeping bags in the bed and tossing a large tarp over us in case rain was to come. After a couple hours of being asleep I woke up to the light of light sprinkling rain drops on the tarp that was draped over our faces, lol but when I looked up I found the most amazing stormy sky I had ever seen! The clouds were dark and gritty, yet opaque in nature and a large moon was shinning bright from behind them, in the foreground I realized that we had made it to our intended destination, I faced three giant silhouettes of these old cinder cone volcanoes! I laid back and watched the moon peak in and out of the hypnotizing clouds above. This was a great moment. A couple more hours later we woke to beat the sun to work, and we did. <3
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I celebrate Halloween more than any other holiday. Probably because it syncs up so well with my artistic vision. One that attempts to extract beauty and poignance from dark and eerie backdrops. It's a balancing act, and at its best captures the odd juxtaposition of light and dark, either literally or metaphorically (or preferably both). Autumn marks the transition of lightness fading to black, as summer dies a slow death. And Halloween serves as the perfect bookend. And so the trappings of Halloween seem to celebrate that death, itself a weird juxtaposition for in life, death is not something to be feared rather than celebrated. It's just fun to let go sometimes. Most of like a good scare, so long as no real danger is involved. I simply love seeing the extent to which people decorate their yards with symbols of the macabre. All manner of ghosts, skeletons, fake cemeteries, jack-o-lanterns, and on and on. Creepier the better is my motto. I find myself going up and down the Halloween aisles, much like a kid, inspecting all of the merchandise and imaging what horror they will come upon with next. However when it came tome to decorate my yard, none of that store-bought stuff seemed appropriate. So I set about making my own spirits. One of them took the form of this ethereal looking ghost woman. Truly a case of the whole being greater than the sum of the parts. A simple combination of chicken wire and cheesecloth and a cheap Cosplay wig. Yet it seems so animated as it floats over my front yard, free to react to the wind. It spins about, the arms waving at times, and the hair and loose bits of wispy cloth billowing out. It's the perfect realization of the kind of thing I imagine as I wander about in dark places, conjuring spirits in my mind.
(From .......A photo story in progress.......maybe the last episode?)
At that moment we looked at each other and came to the same cosmic realization.......This "story" was going nowhere fast ........or maybe, as we rearranged the "chairs on the decks of the Titanic", this story was going in the most dangerous direction possible! We asked ourselves: What would we do if we saw our nation going fascist?
(A photo story in progress www.flickr.com/groups/85044792@N00/)
What would you do if you saw your nation going fascist?
By Gary G. Kohls, MD
Online Journal Contributing Writer
Mar 28, 2006, 01:23
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Okay, so you call yourself a patriot. But what exactly do you think that word means?
Is it the patriotism that says, “My country, right or wrong?” Is it the patriotism that says, Might makes right? Is it the patriotism of Samuel Johnson who defined it as “the last refuge of the scoundrel?”
Is it the patriotism of the 16th century Protestant “reformers” who believed that every leader of any “Christian” nation was ordained by God, no matter how much that leader promoted the satanic mass slaughter of fellow children of God, and, therefore, Christians were to be unconditionally obedient to that leader? (See Psalm 137.)
Or are you the type of patriot that loves your country so much that you won’t let tyrants or the super-rich or the mega-corporations take it over out of their greed for more power and wealth? Are you the type of patriot that is willing to have a lover’s quarrel with your beloved country that may be temporarily under the control of those that are close to being indicted as international war criminals?
In order to find out which type of patriot you might be, you should read the following “hypothetical” situation; and then you can judge for yourself.
Suppose you are a white, God-fearing, church-going citizen in a country that prided itself on its inventiveness, its literacy, its art, its culture, its glory in past wars and its superpower status, and suppose you saw your democratic institutions and the human rights of your neighbors being degraded by the lawmakers of your nation.
Say that you saw a bunch of powerful legislators and corporations, who lied consistently to enrich themselves and who were obsessed with the desire to wage aggressive war. Say that they started to grab control of our country’s legislature, judiciary and military. Say these cunning politicians, with the support of ruthless financiers, gained control of the highest office in the land -- without winning the majority vote in any fair election -- and started taking away, in rapid succession, the rights of many of its minority citizens, declaring left-wing peacemakers traitors, purging anti-fascists and other resistance groups from their positions of power, eviscerating its democratic institutions, silencing the “liberal” sectors of the press, working to weaken and eventually violently destroy all political opposition, censoring or usurping the open-minded media and marginalizing and silencing the artists, the poets, the writers and the creative thinkers.
You would be in 1930s Germany and the tyrants would have been Adolf Hitler’s cunning henchmen. And what would you have done in that situation?
If you were an average white, affluent, employed citizen, with all the privilege and power granted to you by that majority status, you would have said virtually nothing in opposition, even as the rights of the Nazis targeted minority groups were legally being taken away, disappearing into the gulag of prison and mental institutions.
As an average Bible-believing Christian, you would probably have obeyed your German war-supporting bishops or pastors, almost all of whom had pledged a solemn oath of loyalty to the Fuhrer, duty-bound to follow him instead of their “Lord and Savior,” the nonviolent Jesus of Nazareth. Because of an out-of-context single passage in the Epistle to the Romans you, as an obedient German Christian would have been inclined to obey St. Paul and therefore the existing rulers in Berlin in the time of crisis rather than courageously and faithfully following Jesus, who forbade homicidal violence, said that all are equal in the eyes of God and that the followers should love -- instead of kill -- their enemies.
If you were an average white lawyer, physician or psychiatrist, you would have joined the Nazi Party, for doing otherwise would have jeopardized your practice. And you would have kept your mouth shut when witnessing the anguish of your Jewish, Slavic, Gypsy, socialist, liberal, or gay clients as they were forced to march toward -- and disappear into -- the concentrations camps and gas chambers.
But the question remains -- would you have been a good patriot? Or would you have been on the wrong side of justice by being obedient to the Fuhrer (“Leader”) and to the cloth flag (swastika) that symbolized his rule?
Knowing that any German citizen seen helping the “enemies of the state” was guilty of treason, on whose side would any of us have stood? Would we have taken the side of the innocents -- those oppressed or outcast -- or would we have stood with the fascists?
Knowing that revering the flag was regarded as a crucial act of patriotism would we have saluted along with the victimizers or would we have resisted?
On whose side would we have been, the freedom-fighting groups (labeled “terrorists” by the State) who were courageously and patriotically trying to save their beloved nation from fascism, or would we have been on the “safe” side with the militarists and corporatists and right-wing politicians who looked like they were going to be the winners? Our answer will reveal our politics -- and our theology.
Now fast forward to America 2006 . . . but that shouldn’t be necessary, for the point has been made.
Dr. Kohls is a Duluth, Minn., physician and a peace and justice activist who has an aversion to human slaughter, for any reason, in times of war or in times of “peace.” He is also a member of the faith-based peace organization, Every Church A Peace Church.
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"The dragonfly symbolizes change and change in the perspective of self realization; and the kind of change that has its source in mental and emotional maturity and the understanding of the deeper meaning of life."
I've decided that I want to continue this "on death and dying" series. I am really fascinated by life and death, but I don't want to portray death in the typical way. I want to show the more peaceful, calm, and ethereal side to death, with an almost dream-like quality to it. This image will be the third in the series.
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We stumbled upon this dragonfly sitting on a blade of grass as we went down to the water to shoot. At first we thought he was dead, because he was very still.. but after staring at him for a bit we saw that he was moving his legs, but for some reason he didn't fly away. We picked him up and he crawled right on to Moll's hand. He fluttered his wings a few times here and there, but for the most part he just climbed around on us. So of course, I asked if she would mind putting the dragonfly (who we later named Fabio) on her face... she happily obliged (I love this girl!). After putting him on her cheek, of course I took the next step and asked if she'd mind putting him on her mouth.. And I really can't say that many people would be so willing to honor a request like that. Fabio was a fantastic model as well, he sat there very poised and totally nailed the mood we were going for. After we played with him for a while, we decided to put him in a safe place and part ways. It was kind of sad, because he seemed like he didn't want us to leave, but we had to. Fabio, I hope you are doing well <3.
Model: Moll Green
Photography: Savannah Daras
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The Skyrim Nord Funko Pop meets Samurai Boba Fett action figure and they start talking about their adventures.
As they share their epic deed the Nord says:
“I used to be a figure like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.”
Boba knows it is impossible the Funko Pop was ever a figure like him but he enjoyed many hours playing Skyrim and so he gives the Nord his little moment of glory.
The Funko Pop’s line is a reference to The Elder Scrolls Skyrim Fantasy role play video game :)
If you played the game you already know what I mean, if you didn’t play it I’ll quickly explain the reference :)
In the game there a catchphrase frequently spoken by cities and villages guards when the player character walks near them that says:
“I used to be an adventurer like you, then I took an arrow in the knee.”
The catchphrase became so famous it went beyond the video game community. It’s probable you have heard of it even if you never played the game. I remember it was once even quoted in an episode of NCIS Tv series, for example :)
The Funko Pop is not actually a Nord from Skyrim video game but from the multiplayer The Elder Scrolls online game. However I spent so many hours playing Skyrim I wanted to make this photo a little tribute to the game :)
Samurai Boba Fett is the amazing Ronin Boba Fett action figure made by Bandai for their Tamashii Nations Movie Realization line.
I have to say I was quite surprised when I got that Funko Pop Nord. I expected it to be like all the other Funko figures I got, namely with the “pop” bubble head, but instead it has a head without any “popping” sound but that can rotate.
I hope you like this photo :)
Watch out for arrows, protect your knees and May the Force be with You :)