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"Your own self-realization is the greatest service you can render to the world." -Ramana Maharshi
I was amazed when I got back to edit this photograph to find that of the several variations I took every single one has a duplicate moon! I Googled to research about it and apparently it is a rare phenomena where elements in the atmosphere like temperature, moisture and dust need to be just right for it to occur. It's called a Ghost Moon. Truly divine.
"Books bombarded his shoulders, his arms, his up-turned face. A book lit, almost obediently, like a white pigeon, in his hands, wings fluttering. In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped there with a fiery steel. “Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.” He dropped the book. "
- Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
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One fine day in Hell, The Devil cultivated one of his finest grows of marijuana yet! And what was The Devil to do with such a fine grow? Why, sell it of course! What better way to steer those humans wrong than to sway them with "The Devil's lettuce?" But where would he go to sell it? Then it suddenly hit him: Jamaica! So up to the hot, sunny island of Jamaica The Devil went!
A couple of hours later, The Devil was chilling on the beach under an umbrella on his favorite pot leaf towel. Word had gotten out about the horned fellow selling excellent weed, and people had started lining up! Bag after bag, the marijuana sold and soon the line was starting to dwindle.
While relaxing back, The Devil glanced along the down the beach. It was then that he noticed a young man a short distance away with a backpack kneeling with a small crowd of people as they lounged around on the beach. The Devil watched as he was handed some cash. Then sure enough, the young man whipped out a small bag of what was clearly marijuana and was handing it to one of the guys in the crowd.
'Oh Hell no! The Devil thought as he pursed his lips. Tapping his rainbow penis bong with air of annoyance, he pondered what to do with this boy and how to get rid of him. How dare he come and take away from his business! Surely he, The Devil, had a far more superior marijuana to offer. Then The Devil grinned wickedly as a brilliant idea came to mind! He'd make sure there would never be doubt on this beach ever again!
Laughing and slapping his customer's shoulder as he completed the sale, Johnny was feeling fucking fantastic! He'd made several sales today; many from satisfied repeat-customers. The stuff he was peddling was some of his best grow yet and word was getting around!
'This weed's the bomb!' Johnny thought to himself. 'I bet even the Devil couldn't grow shit this good!'
As he walked away from the small group of people, Johnny looked up to be greeted with the smug, grinning face of a man he'd never seen before. Johnny blinked, staring into the man's gleaming red eyes.
'Is it just me or are his eyes like...red-RED? Not like blazed red. Though they ARE blazed red too...' Johnny thought before his gaze lifted to the two horns protruding from his forehead. He blinked hard and slowly. Yep, they were still there. That meant....wait...were they real?! Looking him over, realization began to set in Johnny's eyes as he realized The Devil was...actually here, blazed as all fuck and looking like some...stoner demon Daddy.
The Devil watched as the boy's eyes shifted from his horns back to his eyes, realization clearly upon his face. With a sly smile, the Devil slid right up next to Johnny and put his arm around his shoulders.
"Boy, lemme tell you what!" came The Devil's cocky voice as he began to lead the astonished boy along the beach back towards his set up. "I guess you kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course. After all this time I guess that I'm a connoisseur of sorts."
Johnny nodded, following along. So The Devil really was a stoner too! But as The Devil leaned back and sniffed the air over Johnny's shoulder, he felt a little annoyed as The Devil gave him a sort of look that indicated uncertainty.
"Now your stuff smells okay, but this could tranquilize a horse!" He held up his free hand and in it appeared a large jar of his top shelf quality marijuana, generously decorated with a dusting of trichomes and the brightest orange hairs Johnny had ever seen! Johnny's eyes widened in amazement as The Devil's eyes flashed red.
"I bet a million in cash against your stash cause I think mine's better than yours!"
Johnny's eyes widened, stopping in his tracks as he stared at The Devil. Was he for real?! It...seemed so. Johnny looked at the jar in The Devil's hand. With a smirk, Johnny lifted his gaze and stared defiantly into The Devil's eyes. Feeling bold and confident about his own phenomenal bud, he stated, "My name's Johnny, and you ain't smoked nothing yet! One hit of this grass'll kick your ass! You got yourself a bet."
The Devil stared at the young man for a long second and then let out a boisterous laugh. He slapped Johnny on the back and continued to lead the way to his umbrella. "Right this this way, Johnny. By the way, did you know this is the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam?"
It was only a minute later that The Devil and Johnny were settling side on the pot leaf towel. The Devil had already had a nice set up with a box of rolled joints, some doobies, lots of extra papers, and a rather colorful rainbow penis bong. Johnny set his bag aside and drew out his own pipe and extra papers with a big, cheesy stoner grin. Next, they both set out their million in cash and it was time for the game to begin! Johnny hoped that the weed hadn't gotten his confidence up too high and he could cope with whatever The Devil had brought...or else the Devil was gonna get his dope!
The Devil held out his hand and a large bong appeared. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he packed it with Acapulco Gold as his prized marijuana was named. The snapped his fingers and resin flew from his fingertips as his thumb lit on fire, Johnny watching eagerly.
The Devil brought the flame to the bowl, inhaling deep and hard as the chamber filled all the way with smoke! He took a mighty hit and even Johnny couldn't help but stare with wide eyes at the massive amount of smoke!
"Holy shit..." The Devil wheezed after he took a second hit. He reached over and offered the bong to Johnny who took gladly and chuckled, "Interesting choice of words there, Devil." The Devil cackled as Johnny snickered and snatched up his lighter. A moment later, Johnny lit the bowl and took a huuuuuge hit as well! "Oh shit!" Johnny said before exhaling, blowing out just as much smoke as The Devil had! The Devil laughed as Johnny took his second hit and passed the bong back.
And as they began to pass it back and forth, out of nowhere they both were hit with a wicked coughing fit!
"Damn!" The Devil coughed.
For nearly half a minute, they coughed and coughed! People passed by, whispering to each other as The Devil and Johnny seemed to be dying quite happily side by side! Then in true stoner fashion, as soon as they could breathe again, the bong was getting passed back and forth!
At one point, as he passed the bong back to Johnny, The Devil's phone dinged a couple of times with text messages, the sounds of someone's tortured scream with each message that came in. He looked at it before laughing obnoxiously. Then very suddenly he stopped with air of superiority and tucked the phone into the front of his shorts, not bothering to respond.
Johnny blinked and as he exhaled from his last hit. He cleared his throat and handed the bong back over as he asked curiously, "What was THAT about?"
"Pfft, nothing I can't deal with later! I'm busy winning a million smackaroos here! Besides, it wasn't from anyone really fucking important or anything." The Devil shrugged nonchalantly and readied the bong before he flicked his finger for a flame. He added casually as could be, "Its just God." With that, he took yet another huuuuuge rip from his bong as Johnny just stared with eyes wide eyes as red as a stoplight, jaw dropped and absolutely at a loss for words! The Devil glanced at him, staring him deadpan in the face for a long few seconds before he suddenly began laughing his ass off all over again! Johnny gave a nervous chuckle as he reached out for the bong.
As they smoked the rest of the bowl, their eyes grew redder and redder and their shit eating grins grew bigger and bigger! Finally the last of the green was hitting them both and they were feeling fucking great as could be!
Johnny smirked as he leaned back against the cooler a short time later, glancing over at his smoking partner. His boldness was returning as he decided now was the time to hit the Devil with his own phenomenal bud. He leaned over for his bag and began rummaging through. Finally, he found what he was looking for: his own personal stash! He cleared his throat and turned his attention to The Devil beside him.
"Hey, man, that stuff was great!" He lifted the bag, grinning like a fool and declared, "But fill your lungs with some of this and prepare to vegetate!"
The Devil tipped his red glasses down the bridge of his nose as he eyed whatever it was that Johnny owned. Sure enough it couldn't be better than what he, The Devil, had cultivated. However, the longer he stared, the more he took in about this phenomenal bud and his eyes widened! The stuff that Johnny had in the bag was dark and dense and held the perfect touch of sticky moisture which could be seen through the bag! Furthermore, the red hairs and trichomes that decorated the buds just made the bud shine so beautifully in the sun.
It was at that moment that The Devil felt the first brush of doubt he'd felt in a long, long time! He'd never seen a bud like this! But secretly he was just as equally eager to try it! There was no way he was going to let Johnny see his moment of weakness.
The Devil lifted his gaze and smirked, shoving his glasses back up the bridge of his nose some more as he leaned back and said nothing. He gazed out towards the waves as if he gave zero fucks.
In his peripheral vision, he watched as Johnny withdrew his dank, sticky bud from the small bag. Even in the light, the Devil could fucking see the sunlight reflecting off the tiny, bright trichomes!
It only took Johnny a minute to quickly grind it up. Then he packed the bowl with an equal amount of bud as The Devil's bud they'd previously used. Johnny grinned and reached over, boldly nudging The Devil with the bong in silent invitation.
The Devil's eyes widened as his gaze snapped towards the boy who dared nudge him. Seeing his cheeky grin and how he offered the bong, The Devil's gaze lowered to the bong as the smell from its bowl suddenly HIT him full force! It was...unlike any other skunky, dank marijuana aroma he'd ever smelled before!
Inhaling deeply, The Devil fought back a groan of excitement as he took the bong. Snapping his fingers, his thumb lit on fire as he brought it to the bowl to take his first hit. He began to inhale deeply as he heard the moist crackle of the beautiful bud torching under his flame. Then the first delicious taste of the smoke hit the tip of his tongue and moved across his tastebuds. Then he felt the smoke fill his lungs, his body filling with the most sensational, tingly warmth imaginable!
And that was the last thing The Devil remembered.
A couple of hours passed and soon, it was early evening. The Devil blinked awake, squinting as he looked around. He was laying out on the towel and had apparently fallen asleep. He'd...he'd fallen asleep!
"Fuuuuuck," The Devil groaned as he pushed himself to sit up once again next to Johnny. Johnny smugly grinned at The Devil, sparking up a newly rolled fat doobie filled with some of his phenomenal bud. He took a deep hit, holding the doobie between his fingers as he exhaled slowly. With his free hand, he held out his hand expectantly. It was only a moment later that he felt the stacks of The Devil's money be set in his hand.
The Devil sighed as he turned away from Johnny, knowing that he'd been stoned beyond imaginable! He'd NEVER experienced anything like it! Inhaling deeply, The Devil licked his lips as he glanced over at Johnny. He cleared his throat before asking in a sheepish voice, "So, uh, can I buy an ounce of that stuff?"
Johnny grinned and inhaled deeply upon his doobie once more before passing the it over to The Devil. Then he reached for his bag and said loudly over his shoulder, "Devil, just come on back if you ever want to catch a buzz! I done told you once you son of a bitch mine's the best there ever was!" He handed over a sealed bag of a premeasured ounce to The Devil who took it with a grin. "Fuck yeah!" The Devil finished his turn toking off the doobie and passed it back to Johnny. "So what's this epic shit called anyway?"
Johnny finished stashing away his millions in cash before taking the doobie back. As he sat back and said, "Isn't it epic?! Oh yeah, its called-!"
"HEY JOHNNY! YOU'RE THE MAN!"
Johnny's attention was taken by a passing group of people, all waving. Johnny grinned and waved. "No, YOU'RE the man! Loving the bud?"
"Fuck yeah!"
As they wandered off, Johnny sat back and laughed before taking another hit.
"Great guys. Did they buy from you too?" The Devil nodded as he opened up his bag and began to roll up more doobies to smoke. "Yeah...shit, we should mix some of these too..."
"Sounds great!"
"Hey....weren't you saying something before?"
"Erm...was I?"
"Yeah, you were. I asked something didn't I?"
"I...don't know. I guess it wasn't important if we can't remember."
"I guess not! Here, take another hit!"
"Don't mind if I do!"
And from there, The Devil and Johnny sat side by side, smoking all afternoon and into the evening. They fired up doobies one by one and they didn't stop til the bag was done!
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Epilogue...
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The sun was setting over the island of Jamaica and The Devil and Johnny were still lounging side by side on the beach after hours and hours of nonstop blazing through the most amazing smoke ever! Absolutely chill and relaxed, they were feeling gooooooood.
"And...and...did you know that my granny is the one who gave me my first hit of pot?!" Johnny declared loudly to which The Devil blinked then laughed.
"NO WAY!"
"WAY!"
"You granny's a stoner?!"
"Yeah! She gets high all the time! Here, hold on!"
And Johnny whipped out his cell phone, The Devil peeking over his shoulder as he hit speed dial on the phone. "What are you doing?" The Devil slurred as Johnny hit SPEAKERPHONE. "Calling Granny!" he explained as the phone rang.
"Why hello there, Johnny!" came an older woman's voice as the phone connected.
"Hi Granny, I have a question for you. I'm sitting here with a friend and he doesn't believe me."
"What's that, Sweetheart?"
"Granny, do you get high?"
"Yes, I do!"
And suddenly both The Devil and Johnny burst out into laughter!
It was a minute later that Johnny hung up the phone with his granny and set it aside. He reached for the doobie that was previously lit but found it was pretty much done. "Well, looks like this one's about done. Got anything else ready to fire up, Devil?"
The Devil smirked and nudged Johnny, holding out his personal favorite bong which was packed full of weed ready to be hit. It was the rainbow, very obvious penis shaped bong!
"Here," The Devil said with a hint of a suggestive tone, "take a hit off my-" And then The Devil coughed hard twice out of nowhere and finished with very little air, "-ong!"
Johnny's eyes widened. He stared at The Devil as his face paled.
"Did you just say 'DONG?!'"
"What?! No! I said 'BONG!' Geez...now we know where YOUR mind's at..."
"You said-!"
"JUST HIT MY FUCKING- (cough, cough) -ONG!"
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David Allen Coe or Travis Meyer (I don't think anyone fucking knows at this point) - The Devil Went to Jamaica
Original Video/Song:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4iCaDCX3jY
My favorite (more modern) version of the video and same song:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcXflJHroOY
Disclaimer: This is a fanfic based off of Travis Meyer's "The Devil Went to Jamaica." I lay no claim or rights to the song or illustrations. Any opinions or portrayals portrayed in this story is written to follow along with the song's lyrics and story solely for entertainment purposes. And of course there will be a few twists because come on...its a fanfic!
I SOLEMLY SWEAR THAT I WROTE THIS ENTIRE THING WHILE STONED OFF MY ASS!
Also, thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious/Be My Mannequin? Pose Store for posing with me as The Devil! You can check out his phenomenal photography in People in Photo!
I also have to give credit to Vin for coming up with "stoner demon Daddy." It was too apt and brilliant not to put in! XD
I also want to give a shout out to Jane Bang from SPACE CADET for these two amazing stoner poses! I have long admired Jane's natural style with her poses and I FINALLY had a chance to try them out, myself!
I was really impressed how well both Vin and I fit in the all of the poses! They are part of the High Roller fatpack that comes with 10 awesome stoner/weed poses (both sits and stands) and 6 add on items such as a lighter w/ a flame, lit and unlit blunts, and half rolled doobies that you can rez or add to your avatar directly from your inventory.
In this pack, I am using the Blunt 1 pose and Vin is using the Blunt 2 pose. I've been looking for a good set of stoner poses and Jane has LOTS of themed poses to choose from among her other fantastic poses. Definitely worth a look! You can find Jane's Flickr link in People in Photo!
The adventures of Samurai Boba Fett continue...
A planet is facing a terrible zombie infection and the local government hired the best Bounty Hunter to deal with "certain situations".
Accompanied by a unit of the local planetary defense forces he investigates a location of a major zombie infestation (his samurai Mandalorian armor protects him from any contagion, of course).
Suddenly they are attacked by a group of zombies. They quickly dispatch them until a sort of "augmented" zombie enters the scene slaughtering the local militia with ease.
It swings his deadly claws at the Bounty Hunter but before they can hit their target its face meets the barrel of Boba's blaster.
"Farewell, zombie" He says and he presses the trigger disintegrating the zombie's head.
The only survivor of the Planetary Defense Force unit looks at him in shock and awe.
Boba turns to him and calmly says: "I removed the 'un' form undead" and walks away...
Boba Fett is the amazing Bandai Tamashii Nations Movie Realization Ronin Boba Fett action figure. The zombie is Zombie Sabretooth from Marvel Zombies made by Diamond Select.
Samurai Boba Fett will be back soon :)
I hope you like this photo :)
May the Force be with You :)
Standing in the sun
and as bright as can be...
are the lies that leave a grainy film before our eyes.
Unwilling to assend and become truth realized,
in fear of the devastation that will most definitely arrise.
Always humored the running joke of Pan Am being a railroad that had low track speeds, but yesterday trip to the capital region proves it. Heres RJED with a pair of worn out ex CSX D8Ws doing the hot speed of 10 past the abandoned Johnsonville tower.
Where the Land dance mat is a realization of Yves Gendreau. This imposing work of art is installed at the Quays of the Promenade Samuel-De Champlain.
River inspired mats
The work consists of nine rods tricolores more than thirteen feet high, whose top reminiscent of a boat mast. Decorated with vanes, radar reflectors and airspeed, the installation evokes the relationship with the river. Where the Land dance mat is a nod to the navigation and its importance for the destiny of Quebec .
"Rights and planted in the ridges and troughs of the waves of this vast land area which overlooks the river, stands a series of light poles. Same length, they lie in continuing the wave created by the terrain. The beauty of the landscape and traffic on the rise establish dynamic relationships with these objects. Holders of several levels of meaning and possible interpretation, the provision of masts and the arrangement of colors create a sensory experience varies according to different scales of approach. "
Yves Gendreau
"The agony of breaking through personal limitations is the agony of spiritual growth.
Art, literature, myth and cult, philosophy, and ascetic disciplines are instruments to help the individual past his limiting horizons into spheres of ever-expanding realization.
As he crosses threshold after threshold, conquering dragon after dragon, the stature of the divinity that he summons to his highest wish increases, until it subsumes the cosmos.
Finally, the mind breaks the bounding sphere of the cosmos to a realization transcending all experiences of form - all symbolizations, all divinities: a realization of the ineluctable void."
(From "The Hero With a Thousand Faces" by Joseph Campbell)
A few days ago as I was coming to the Ganges at dawn I saw this sādhu on the top of Dasaswamedh Ghat.
He must have been transcending all experiences of form in order to become a follower of Lord Shiva...
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I as I walked the grounds of The International Headquarters of Self-Realization Fellowship, I came across this lovely spot. I could have spent hours there just sitting and listening to the birds chirping. I had my family with me so of course that did not happen..............lol
Shifting slightly, I knew something was way off. My limbs felt like lead and my head was pounding harder than I'd felt in a long time. Without even opening my eyes, I already knew I was gonna regret today. I did not want to wake up. With a groan, I rolled slightly onto my side and inhaled deeply as I groggily roused from my slumber. It took me a moment, but I finally dared to open my eyes and was immediately blinded by the morning light filtering in through the window directly across from my bed. With a heavy sigh and much remorse and a silent apology to my head, I closed my eyes again cause I was NOT ready for that. I felt like shit. But why? What the hell happened? Then it hit me.
That's right. We got to my hometown yesterday. I hate home. I always go out... ever since... Nope, don't want to think about that. Well, I must have made it to the flat at least, obviously, since I was waking up in my bed. Pushing the dread of being home aside, I slowly opened my eyes once more and blinked, reaching up to my right eye, for I didn't feel the familiar weight that was usually there. That's when I saw my eye patch sitting on the nightstand beside me, not clicking how it got there. I must have done it myself when I got home. Forcing myself to sit up, I groan slightly and lean forward, pressing my face into my hands as a small wave of nausea clenched my gut.
It was only a moment later that the urge to piss hit me like a brick. How much did I drink last night!? It took me a moment, but I managed to stand, hand pressed to my forehead as I licked my dry lips to no avail. God, my mouth felt like it had cotton in it. Tiredly, I turned and began to head around the bed to head to the loo.
Yet, as I turned to do just that, my eyes fell upon a flash of spun gold that I wasn't expecting. Laying there upon my chaise, sleeping in the sunlight and looking so content... was Aiden. Aiden... is here? Why? What is Aiden doing here?
'But Aiden, I wanna drink!' I suddenly remember myself saying. 'And...and...off duty...not Captain.'
That's right! Aiden came to the tavern for some reason. And then immediately after I recall that, I remember being in the alley somewhere looking up at him and seeing this kind of cute smile on his face.
'Y-ya know... You should smile more... You got cute dimples riiiiiight there....'
Oh bloody hell, is THAT what I said?! And it just kept coming! I remembered seeing that blush upon his face and how it was everywhere. It was really cute though. As I stared down at Aiden's now sleeping face, I could vividly remember exactly where those dimples were. He...he really is cute, isn't he? Am I really thinking of Aiden like this?
I glanced away, looking back towards the bed over my shoulder when another memory came back. I could see Aiden leaning over me, his hands gently pressing to my shoulders and leaning me back into the bed and my voice whining, 'Aiden, I'm not sleepy!' and his amused but gentle voice replying with, 'Yes, you are. Don't lie.'
Feeling heat upon my cheeks, I look back at the young man asleep on my chaise. He'd helped me home last night, I realized. But not only that, he stayed with me. Did he do that to make sure I was alright? I can't believe he went above the call of duty to do that for me. I gazed down at him softly and smiled slightly. Yeah, yeah he's cute but there's more to it than just that. My eyes took in the little edges and details of his beautiful face, how the morning light filtered through the window to cast its glow upon him. I don't believe I've ever really noticed just how beautiful Aiden really is. And then the memory hit me of me suddenly leaning forward and puking the contents of my stomach at Aiden's feet.
God damn it! I brought my hands to my eyes and rubbed them with a soft groan as I resumed my trek in the direction of the toilet. Great, I scolded myself, I likely lost my engineer's respect. I can't believe that happened! Could I go and die in a deep dark hole now? Please and thank you.
As I walked past my bed, I bumped into some of my luggage, still unpacked, which caused me to slightly stumble. With a grunt, I steadied myself, glaring down at the suitcase that I'd not taken care of, as if it were the offender rather than myself, then kept walking and quietly let myself in and closed the door, so as not to wake Aiden.
I realized, as I began to unbutton my pants, that I was still in the same clothes as last night but my shoes were missing. Well... Aiden HAD helped me into bed. Had... had he seen me without my eye patch? God, I hope not! 'God, Vincent, you're such an idiot!' I scolded myself. I can't believe I let myself be seen like that by Aiden of all people. He was sure to have a very low opinion of me by now! He's going to think I'm a pathetic drunk.
After relieving my bladder, I pulled my pants back up and decided I could handle this. I'm the Captain, after all. Aiden was still asleep, so this could be handled quickly and easily. Yeah. Yeah! Maybe I could make some coffee and then send him on his way after a polite 'Thank you' and a simple explanation. No need for details. With a deep breath, I opened the door quietly and stepped out into the room so I could go quickly grab my eye patch and some fresh clothes before he awoke.
However, that wouldn't happen. I found myself greeted with the sight of Aiden sitting up on the chaise, leaning forward slightly and rubbing the back of his neck with his hand and obviously just waking up. His gaze shifted, his eyes meeting mine. I saw those gorgeous eyes of his widen and I felt my heart sink into my stomach. Great. Not only is he going to see me as a pathetic drunk, but without my eye patch, he's going to see me as a monster, too.
Next part:
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To read the rest of the story, here's the album link: www.flickr.com/photos/153660805@N05/albums/72157717075565127
***Please note this is a BOY LOVE (BL/yaoi/gay) series. It is a slow burn and rated PG13!***
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**Special thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious for collaborating with me on this series and co-starring as The Captain!
***EXTRA SPECIAL THANK YOU to Vin for helping me literally write this chapter and get more into Vincent's inner head. This is a true collaboration.
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Manifest was irritated to find that his portrait with the girls of the 22nd Street Mission was not included as a family portrait.
*Seriously, if you like Lucha libre and portrait photography, then get this book!
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera right. AB800 with Softlighter II camera left. Reflector at 6:00. AB800 open behind backdrop of white faux suede. Triggered by Cybersync.
The realization even though you got to school early, all your completed homework sits forgotten on your desk at home.
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Created for the All-Around Awesome Weekly Theme, FORGOTTEN. (Poor Mio!)
That moment when you realize that the woman reflecting in the mirror at Target is actually you!
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¡El momento en que te percatas de que la mujer que se refleja en los espejos en Target, eres tú!
There are certain things, or many things in life that when captured on a photograph, hold a significant meaning but the person witnessing that moment feels the true feeling surrounding that particular event.
Name: Liège-Guillemins Railway station
City: Liège / Luik
Architect(s): Santiago Calatrava
Realization: 2008
This was my 3rd visit to this spectacular building designed by the architect Santiago Calatrava. I finally made some images that I think are good enough to put online.
The railway station was opened in 2008 and replaced a post-war building from the 1950's. One reviewer described the building as a railway cathedral - and it is true. The building seems to be a modern interpretation of the classic stations built during the industrial revolution. Calatrava's dome has equal grandeur and similar dimensions (200m long, 35m high). The extensive use of white makes the station look not only more chicque than its 19th century predecessors; it gives the structure an airy, light-weight and almost delicate appearance. Apart from its structure, one of the most surprising aspects is the station's nearly-complete openness towards the city centre. Where most other stations know a clear division between inside and outside, this station extends the public square right into its heart.
(text: mimoa.eu)
all architecture images: www.flickr.com/photos/martino_/collections/72157623978500...
This is the realization of the pattern I created for a hungarian bride using hungarian embroidery elements. The henna is Tunisian style where like in Yemen gall ink is used to high light the henna.
Khidab is a Gall ink which is employed in Yemen mainly in the mountainous regions around the capital Sanaa instead of henna. For an account how it is made you can download an article:
Yemeni Women’s Body Painting with Black Gall Ink Khidab, Production Methods,
from my colleage Dr. Hanne Schönig at www.henna-und-mehr.de/pdf/Khidabartikel_eu.pdf; (Englisch)
or www.henna-und-mehr.de/pdf/schoenig_deutsch.pdf (German)
If you like to see original Yeminite bodypaintings with this ink visit: www.henna-und-mehr.de/de/khidabslide.html (German) or
(TMS)Ushuaia Luxury JPS
The most beautiful and detailed (TMS)Ushuaia 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 Ushuaia. Just a simple mouse movement and your new boat will be ready to sail in the Linden seas. ⛵⛵⛵
To see this : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Faracity/163/251/25
Marketplace : marketplace.secondlife.com/p/Texture-Ushuaia-Luxury-JPS/1...
A long time ago in a feudal system far, far away…
A group of strange beings appeared on the planet talking about the coming of the judgement day.
The news reached one of the most influent daimyo but at first Lord Vader thought they were just a couple of annoying preachers.
He knows that kind pretty well and he usually “dispatch” them quickly when they knock at his fortress’ door but they rarely are something more serious than a momentary annoyance (Force chocking them always takes few seconds, after all lol ) and he had more pressing matter than dealing with door-to-door sellers of ideologies.
However these beings proved to be different. They appear to be synthetic lifeforms of the most aggressive kind and they started to kill those who, well, don’t share their point of view. The feudal lord can’t tolerate it. This is his dominion, after all
They are too powerful for his warriors and he decided to take care of them in person.
He meets the first of them in the outskirts of a village’s ruins. The creature starts to talk about the incoming judgment day but before he has a chance to complete its speech, Vader Force pulls the invader toward him and impales the synthetic body with his Lightsaber (or Light-Katana, if you prefer :) )
“Your final judgment comes today” He laconically says, ending the machine killer’s life.
This is my first photo featuring the Samurai Darth Vader action figure from Bandai.
The action figure is amazing like the Samurai Boba Fett one.
This the most recent version of the Samurai Darth Vader Action Figure from Tamashii Nations Movie Realization series and it’s officially called Samurai Taisho (general) Darth Vader Death Star Armor.
I hope you like the “debut” of Samurai Vader in this photo :)
I made a little "continuity error" here, since I forgot to remove Vader's Lightsaber hilt from his belt. Since he is using it the lightsaber shouldn't be on his belt. When I realized it the figures where already in the position and I didn't want to risk to move them. The positive aspect is the photo now shows the details of Vader Lightsaber Japanese hilt :)
The enemy is a Terminator 2 Endoskeleton figure I found on clearance at a trusted local store :)
May the Force be with You :)
The realization set's in that you must live in a relatively remote area when a scene like this is roughly 15 miles from your home.
''A UFO has crashed on earth; strange pink creatures 'ALIENS' are appearing on the street.......Will you run and hide? Call the police? or will you come out to play?''
Does Oxygen work for them? How will they survive for breathing, if there is no Oxygen outside of our planet?!!
UFO= Unidentified Flying Object
LJUD group: The INVASION. This is a Slovenian performing group mainly focused on performing in public spaces.
Event: Stockholm Kultur Festival (16 -21 August), 2011 including Youth Festival (Ung 08)
See other pictures in Youtube: youtu.be/KBezfYTXbZY
Today (13-18 August), this year Stockholm Kultur Festival has just started. I am sharing some pictures from 2011 festival. I realize that I don't have that much pictures from street and event photography in my photostream!!! So trying to have some balances :)
My thanks to Arindam Raha for his primate pic via Pexels. A big banana to aka Tman for his selfie and silliness. All transformations via Juxtaposer and Snapseed apps
The Duel of the Figures continues ( you can find the previous part here: )
It’s not battle of Jedi vs Sith, it’s not a battle of Good vs Evil, it’s a battle of coolness as the high quality “Samurai” Darth Vader action figure fights against a “mass market” version of Kit Fisto.
Continues from part 2: www.flickr.com/photos/133750589@N08/25370023110/in/photos...
You can find the whole series (to be completed soon) here: www.flickr.com/photos/133750589@N08/albums/72157665467242701
Vader Force lifts his opponent and grabs him. He slams against the wall of the nearby structure.
Vader: “There is more than mass revenue [a reference to their previous dialogue] Collectibles are works of art and quality does matter! Figures like you are a curse for the world of Collectibles!”
To be continued…
No action figure has been harmed during the making of this photo; this is just a simulation of violence/combat etc, etc :) It’s obvious (they are just toys after all :) ) but nowadays a little disclaimer does not hurt lol :)
Samurai Vader is the Bandai Tamashii Nations Movie Realization Samurai Taisho [General] Darth Vader, Death Star Armor action figure :)
Fisto figure lacks his right arm because he lost in the previous image.
This is one of the problems of making a series of photo stories. There are images that are essential to the narration and in the whole story’s context they make sense and appear “in the perfect place”; however if you look at them alone they don’t seem to tell a lot.
I think this photo may be an example of this.
Anyway, I hope you still like it :)
May the Force be with You :)
There are some moments in your life, when you feel like you're in the exact path you should be. It's not a blatant or obvious moment; it's more like a feeling that creeps up your neck, that fills you with confidence and joy in what you're doing.
For a while, I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I went from course (major) to course, got one BA and two post-grads in different fields, until I fell on photography. And when I thought about it, when I put the possibility of becoming a professional photographer on the table, I realized that photography is one of the few things that has always been there. Every year, on my birthday or christmas, I would get a camera. I would always take photos, I'd do that when I was bored, or sad or lonely. And it was so natural that I didn't even realize.
I sort of had the day to myself, today. I went to my dad's boat with him and my cousin, and I just sat and read all day. Sontag. And I thought about a whole lot of things, too. When we were driving back and I had my head halfway out of the window, the wind pushing against my skin and the music loud in my ears, I had that realization that I mentioned a couple of paragraphs ago. I felt like I might turn the world around, I might work at McDonalds or Zara or whatever to keep myself, but someway, somehow, I'll always be a photographer first. And an artist, second. It will always be about art. Like the good people say, "the opposite of war isn't peace: it's creation!"
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How many of you would be interested in a print give away? I've been thinking about doing it for a while, what do you think?
Realization hits her and she falls to the ground, her face in her hands, her heart torn to pieces, memories racing through her mind, the early morning snuggles, the breakfast in bed, late night movie dates, now all of that was gone, there was no fixing things , no winning her back now.
When getting an idea in your head, it won’t let you go at times. If so, it slowly but surely takes over your thoughts and settles in. After a while, such a view might become a feasible venture.
By planing its realization, one embarks on a journey characterized by all sorts of highs and lows: Some things will turn out great while other approaches prove useless, which means that one needs to start over again.
As patience is a high virtue, this path is also a test of whether the initial idea can assert itself in reality. If one makes it to this final goal, the courage it took to come there will be richly rewarded.
While observing this achievement, joy, relief, and satisfaction compensate for all the intense efforts that vigorously took place. Soon after, one realizes that the heavy load which accompanied this journey slowly falls off the shoulders, and that lightness spreads around.
So many of my favorite moments probably look like nothing. But I think I like that they’re not understood. For this, you had to be there. And I'm so glad you were. #sweeterpoetry || Patagonia, Argentina ||
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It is crucial to understand that when we die, it is only the death of the human body; the spirit (our soul) lives on. When we die our soul loses its physical connection with the world which we know when we are alive.
Everything we do in this life, we should do with the conscious awareness that the consequences of every action will carry on after we leave this world; that our soul will bear the burden of it.
With this thought should come a realization; what is the purpose for us to be in this world!
Inner peace and happiness actually comes from a clear conscience which keeps our soul at peace!
Let me elaborate this point with an example – If we help someone in times of need, or give food to the poor, these actions will not result in any monetary gain, but these actions will fulfill us at a spiritual level because our soul will reap the rewards of these actions, even after our exit from this life. On the other hand if we cheat or steal money from someone, this action might result in a temporary gain of a monetary benefit, but will lead to a guilty conscience - which is the unrest of our soul. It is our soul which will have to face the consequences of these deeds.
So whatever we do in life, please do keep in mind that every action will result in a positive or negative reaction from our soul. So if you truly want to create a life full of inner peace and happiness, be fair with others, keep your word, and be kind and generous. This approach to life will rid us of corruption and dishonesty & will steer our lives in the direction of success and prosperity.
Maryam Arif
Today I had a realization that went something like this - oh crap I'm leaving thursday and I need to get a photo in now or i'll have to skip a week. So this was sort of last minute. I had no lighting in my room and my walls looked a horrible neon shade in all the pictures I took, so I threw on the 'antique light' preset on LR. I test how that preset looks on most photos that I import into LR and I love it. I don't use it too often. But I am really enjoying it with the tinsel photos :P
Man, Perry's been on a roll lately! This was not easy with him, I made him balance his ass on the stool again, and pose with the dreaded tinsel. Such drama. But it took just a few shots to give a good one, so the torture was short lived and Per survived.