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On December 28th of last year I posted a photo of our Tiny Tim called "Saving Tiny Tim." It touched many people. Last Monday (June 5, 2023), Timmy was rushed to the doctor with labored breathing, and put into an oxygen tent for overnight observation. He did not get better the next day, so we were told to rush him to the nearest ER, one hour away. We made it, and rushed him in. It was determined that Tiny Tim had a relapse of his Osteosarcoma, and his lungs succumbed to the cancer. We thought it was gone, but it only takes one evil cell to do this damage. Tiny Timmy was a trooper, he was truly Super Timmy. He lasted through chemo, through amputation and still always had the best disposition and smile. He gave us hope, even when the odds were against him. This type of aggressive bone cancer is so rare, and even rarer still in the very young, and even rarer still being so resistant to any treatment. It did not respond to the chemo, and took his little lungs and breath away. We rushed him to ER, but had no choice but to help him get his beautiful wings. His story, and his little sweetness touched even the ER nurses who see grief every day. Everyone was touched by Tiny Tim. Fly high, Super Tiny Timmy. I hope you are dancing in the sky, and I do hope the angels know just what they have (Ref. to song "Dancing in the Sky" by Dani & Lizzy). 🌈
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Post from December 28, 2022:
"God Bless us, everyone!" Says Tiny Tim in Dickens' classic Christmas tale.
Tiny Tim, our little lion cub.
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Happy New Year 2023!
When we named Tiny Tim we had no idea what would happen this year. It also happened at Christmas time, which is uncanny. Timmy became lame this summer, and we first thought it was just a pulled muscle. We later found out that something was causing severe bone degeneration. It could be cancer, or some infection. He was in severe pain. After treatment we were unable to save his little leg, but we saved his tiny life. Just before Christmas he became a "Tripod". He is amazing! He's healing very well; and he plays and runs pain free now. We tell him he gained new super powers, and we call him "Super Timmy!"
We are hoping for a calmer New year in 2023, every time I say that though, something happens. We lost five of our babies this year, and Timmy was a traumatic event for us. But we are coming out of it, looking positively toward a great new year! Happy 2023!
Market day in St Albans, Hertfordshire. Delivery man, working for a company, has delivered his pizzas. Now he must reload and do another round. His legal status is that of a "self-employed" person. And he probably is on a zero hours contract. No risk and no responsibility for the company, but every kind of risk for him. Tomorrow there will be elections in the UK. And, hopefully, this relapse into Victorian exploitation will end. Fuji X100F.
(From my own personal digital photo archive, 2018)
The castle of Caracena is one of the many castles that remain from our medieval past, with Iberian and Roman reminiscences. The first filed data of the construction of this castle dates back to the 12th century, although it was destroyed and rebuilt several times until the 15th century, when it was prepared for the new Era of Artillery, hence the towers are cylindrical. This castle is strategically located at the crossroads of two valleys, becoming the gate that regulates the passage to the valley of the Douro River, from the south of the Castilian plateau. It is located near the town of Caracena (Soria, Castilla y León, Spain).
In a judgment of 1136 issued by Cardinal Guido of Bologna, relapsed in the lawsuit between the dioceses of Osma and Sigüenza for belonging to the lands of Caracena (Soria), mention is made of the existence of a castle in the town . This primitive castle was active in the fifteenth century during the clashes between the Catholic Monarchs and the lord of the town, Juan de Tovar. On behalf of those, his loyal assistant Pedro de Acuña, count of Buendía, surrendered the fortress and confiscated it. Its owner and Mr. de Caracena, Francisco de Tovar, was forced to demolish it.
In 1491, Alfonso Carrillo de Acuña, nephew of the archbishop of Toledo, obtained the manor of Caracena and proceeded to rebuild the castle following the constructive guidelines of an era in which the use of artillery had become widespread, for which they had been designed both for the best defense against firearms and for their most effective use from the inside. This is the reason of the embrasures inserted in the castelar walls. (Source: Wikipedia)
VISTA DEL CASTILLO DE CARACENA DESDE EL SUR, SORIA, ESPAÑA, 2018
(De mi propio archivo personal de fotos digitales, 2018)
El castillo de Caracena es uno de los muchos castillos que quedan de nuestro pasado medieval, con reminiscencias íberas y romanas. Los primeros datos registrados de la construcción de este castillo se remontan al siglo XII, aunque fue destruido y reconstruido varias veces hasta el siglo XV, cuando fue preparado para la nueva Era de la Artillería, de ahí que las torres sean cilíndricas. Este castillo está estratégicamente situado en el cruce de dos valles, convirtiéndose en la puerta que regula el paso al valle del río Duero, desde el sur de la meseta castellana. Se encuentra situada cerca de la localidad de Caracena (Soria, Castilla y León, España).
En sentencia de 1136 dictada por el cardenal Guido de Bolonia, recaída en el pleito entre las diócesis de Osma y Sigüenza por pertenencia a las tierras de Caracena (Soria), se hace mención a la existencia de un castillo en la localidad. Este primitivo castillo estuvo activo en el siglo XV durante los enfrentamientos entre los Reyes Católicos y el señor de la villa, Juan de Tovar. En nombre de aquellos, su leal ayudante Pedro de Acuña, conde de Buendía, entregó la fortaleza y la confiscó. Su propietario y señor de Caracena, Francisco de Tovar, se vio obligado a derribarlo.
En 1491, Alfonso Carrillo de Acuña, sobrino del arzobispo de Toledo, obtuvo el señorío de Caracena y procedió a reconstruir el castillo siguiendo las pautas constructivas de una época en la que se había generalizado el uso de la artillería, para la que habían sido diseñados tanto para la mejor defensa contra las armas de fuego y para su uso más eficaz desde el interior. Ésta es la razón de las troneras insertadas en los muros del castillo. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
SMC Pentax-A f1.7 50mm
icm + in-camera double exposure
it's the icm relapse again, don't worry, soon the decay and stuff is going to return :)
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I wasn't planning on posting any photos today.. However, although a VERY bad day.. *personal stuff going on at home*.. Just too much..
I did find about 5 minutes before being interrupted to photograph some water drops in the backyard with one of my lens attachments. And yes I am still shooting in MANUAL MODE. & I'm so proud of myself. When I am shooting thru manual ALL of my photos quality, the lighting, the focus.. everything comes out SO MUCH BETTER every single time.. *than shooting in regular automatic settings*. I have heard it 1000x on here and from photographer friends.. And I've been testing the waters lately.. And I'm so grateful that I have.
I feel pretty comfortable with it, although I STILL HAVE MUCH TO LEARN. And I'm so unbelievably grateful that I was able to shoot manual during the last photo session (the maternity shoot with Crystal and Anthony).. because as soon as I arrived I knew that the lighting was going to be a challenge with the bright sun and the clouds overhead coming in... and I was right. If it wasn't for shooting in manual and adjusting the settings for each shot/area/background/pose and with the changing clouds.. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have been happy with the lighting in 95% of the photos. However, shooting in manual.. I was only unhappy with about 5% of the photos.. at the beginning *and that was only because I had accidently put the camera in "auto mode" again.. by habit.. and once I realized that and changed it- I was so happy with the lighting/colors and outcome of the photos.
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Anyhoo.. yes a bad day like I said.. (I don't know how many of you know this.. but Juan and I took in my dad a couple of years ago to take care of him..) and he is in declining health & mental health.. *he has the beginning of dementia and also he was never fully there to begin with*. It has been trying to say the least... And today was a VERY BAD DAY. So my anxiety is so bad.. I can hardly function. I did manage to slip outside (because the weather is beautiful) and snap a few photos of the dew/waterdrops on the grass before being called in again to deal with ongoing issues. It's my "day off" today. But NOT a day off at all. I'm VERY grateful that I was off today though, because if I hadn't been.. I would have probably had to have called out to deal with this situation.. *it's that bad*. I'm grateful I was off for this. Although it's so bad it makes me wish I was at work.
... It's so bad that I have to take a snap to restart my mental.. my anxiety is so bad I can barely catch my breath.. (i really can't). I feel like I can't breathe and I'm sure my blood pressure is thru the roof (and gratefully I don't have high blood pressure, yet) but today I'm sure I do.
... *I literally only had enough time to take about 10 & I loved them all!!* I had such a hard time picking between my 3 favorites on which one to post.. that I'm going to have to post another soon.. They're incredible. I used my macro/wide angle lens attachment... I shot in manual mode.. and I couldn't be happier with my photos. That's why I decided to post one, because I was so happy with myself.
I'm so proud of myself, learning so much in photography lately.
Learning.. striving to make myself better. Wanting to learn and improve. And constantly becoming more proud of myself as the days pass. I'm just grateful for this opportunity. After my last relapse 2 & 1/2 years ago.. I wasn't sure if I'd ever get a chance to give it a go with my photography again.. & here I am. And every single day I am more and more grateful than the last. God is so good. Recovery IS possible. And I'm so happy. >>-Even in the worst of times, like TODAY.. I am happy and grateful.
>>>>>>I am ALWAYS looking for the rainbow during the storm.. Even though I know it comes after!! The sun will always shine again, & I never let myself forget that. I've made it this far for a reason.. and I'm just getting started!<<<<<<<<<<<
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Eminem - Stay wide awake
Stay wide awake
A world so dark, a world so cold
A world where only some will go
But not return, when will they learn
Where do they go, God only knows
Stay wide awake
I made this picture yesterday in a grassland in Leiden. I adapted this picture with Lightroom and Photoshop and uploaded it on Flickr. Then I start thinking of a good title for this picture. I thought: Eminem, the best rapper ever, must have some applicable income lyrics. And yes, he has a song called Stay wide awake.
In this song he raps about a dark and cold world, where he is a part of. I quote the lyrics from the song: ''so dark and so cold, my friends don't know this other side of me". I think these lyrics are comparable with this picture. The sky is really bright which stands for Eminems bright side of life. But the snow is cold and darker than the sky so the snow stands for Eminems dark side of life.
Suffering, in all it's varied forms, is what exactly?
A compounding of fractured soul, so matter-of-factly,
She said that He Himself said,
That surgery is an art gallery of faith instead
Masterpieces where health invariably decreases
Swan songs of broken hearts where love ceases
To enliven home truth's of carefree surrealism
One empty soul does not make another idealism,
Minimal is the grey day that paves the way for darkness
Looming on the horizon of unseen weathering blackness
A colossus of sky with the upper land
Nature the only card, saviour, and prophet to hand
Fear may only be a feeling, but the feeling is beyond fear itself
As they say, depression is expectant as we each try to find oneself
In the mire of news, be it the betrayal of the health of our citizens
Or just the assassination of natural resources wealth, that bloody well glistens
In the headlights and highlights of our obit we now live in memory alone
"A Song for Departure" plays upon the mind that cannot find adequate words to bemoan
The lack of attention paid to the well-being of Mother Nature, ageism spammed!
We are seeking the revolution for the revolving Earth whose door's are jammed
By the annual quagmire of festive exposure by all means time is spent!
Here by the grace of God, we breathe in life, in a place, in grace Heaven sent
It's tempting to stop reading, as it is to cease listening, turning a blind eye as well, why not?
But dare I say, it's nigh on impossible for very long to do the whole damned lot!
Mother Nature, She is suffering can't you see upon this obdurate land
We tune-in to be deceived, ghost hunters and faithful followers of a new kind of religious brand
Detect only what the illusion alludes to in the lost art of heart and soul
In part, life is already obfuscated with it's own toxins, we're the decade on parole
1988, 1998, 2008, I remember well, the future that is coming too soon
Here before tomorrow ever knows what to do with itself, we must find the answers to be in tune
Petty arguments wage wars within the minds of boys whose toys have been confiscated by ignorance
A belief of faith cannot be true if it sees red at every turn, nor can it bring hope for the children in whom we bestow what kind of continuance?
Benevolence is awaited with a youthful eagerness that has grown old waiting on the wings of fighters
Knives replace fists that substitute backs for tables in the cities full of such blighters
Intervention risks life and death for the removal of compassion brings the hooded underworld
That has now come up to grab society by the ruddy throat twirled
A society indeed, un-policed and unappeased the x-factor of fearless nerves
Can no longer meet with the supply, that which steals warns of what it serves
We're a breed apart though we never used to be and never should be
Walking tall when we should be down on our damned knees begging for forgiveness until we all finally agree
So the trepidant beggars of belief peaceably fly in the face of popular opinion,
For the standards of today will invariably fail the tests of time and ever-changing dominion
If you feel the force of scientific tribulation, will it numb the senses of tomorrow
Can the government's diet, passed fit for us all, sustain us through political sorrow?
If a smile should pass your face someday, cherish it's presence upon the lifestyle that forgot how to use it
Wear yourself well, but for the love of life we must address what does reciprocally befit.
by anglia24
09h55: 02/10/2008
©2008anglia24
This is my photo for the 52 in 2019 Challenge - #38 - Weighed down. I was sitting in the sun colouring in (very relaxing), but there was an annoying breeze blowing the pages. I remembered this beautiful paperweight that I won a while back and put it to good use.
I have been a bit slow in commenting as I seem to have suffered a relapse with the pain in my hands. It is now more in my wrists and although it isn't as bad as before, it is making it difficult for me to do many things, including typing. I see the specialist again tomorrow - hopefully he can come up with something to help.
Hello my dear friends!
I had a relapse with my aguish cold after a very stressful week. I am very sorry, that I hadn't the chance to visit your streams and to say thank you for all your wonderful christmas wishes.... Thank you!!!
So, with this little floral firework I wish you all from the bottom of my heart a happy new year!
Flickr is such a special place where beauty is omnipresent. Let us continue to aspire to see the hidden beauty of everything, all around the world... and it will be manifest...
Namasté,
Lars
Character Creation
The Shade (Richard Swift) is a comic book character developed in the 1940s for National Comics, first appearing in the pages of Flash Comics in a story titled "The Man Who Commanded the Night", scripted by Gardner Fox and illustrated by Hal Sharp.
Debuting as a villain, the Shade was best known for fighting against two generations of superheroes, most notably the Golden Age and Silver Age versions of the Flash.
He eventually became a mentor for Jack Knight, the son of the Golden Age Starman, Ted Knight, a hero the Shade had also fought.
Though portrayed in Silver Age comics as a thief with a cane that could manipulate shadows, the character was reinvented in 1994 as a morally ambiguous Victorian-era immortal who gained the ability to manipulate shadows and immortality from an unexplained mystical event.
In 2009, the Shade was ranked as IGN's 89th-greatest villain of all time.
The Shade appeared as a major character from the season 1 finale onwards in Stargirl, played by Jonathan Cake
Publication history
The Shade first appeared in Flash Comics #33 (September 1942), and was created by Gardner Fox and Harold Sharp.
Shade received a solo series in late 2011, written by Robinson and drawn by Cully Hamner, Darwyn Cooke, Javier Pulido, and others. It deals with Shade and his descendants, flashing back to various points in his life as he travels the globe trying to find who is behind a plot to kill him.
Fictional Character History
Origin
Born and raised in London, England in the early 1800s, Richard Swift was a wealthy importer. In the course of his business he came into contact with Simon Culp, who hired Swift to import a lion for him. The pair became friends while awaiting the arrival of the lion. It was soon revealed that Culp was merely using Swift in an effort to enact an arcane ritual; he captured Swift and attempted to use him as a sacrifice to the goddess Scathach. However, for reasons unknown, Swift was gifted with the powers that Culp had intended only for himself. The resultant mystical occurrence resulted in the deaths of over a hundred people. Bereft of all memories of who he had been, Swift departed his old life and was reborn as the Shade. Immediately after the events that gave him his powers, the disoriented Shade was taken in by Piers Ludlow, who attempted to take advantage of Shade's state by framing him for murder. Shade lashed out instinctively with his powers, making an enemy of the Ludlow family when he killed almost the entire family. Following this he embarked on a career of questionable legality, exploring the world and occasionally taking work as an assassin.
Golden Age
In his original Golden Age appearances, the Shade was portrayed as a villainous character. Primarily a thief, he utilized a cane that allowed him to manipulate shadows. He retained this characterization throughout the Golden, Silver and Bronze Ages.
Modern Age
Following the Crisis on Infinite Earths, Shade remained a villain for a few more years. Following Zero Hour his character was significantly rewritten. He was re-imagined as an immortal of Victorian extraction, and given a more morally ambiguous, anti-heroic bent. Much of his previous villainy was retconned as the influence of Culp. This version of the character no longer needed the magical cane to manipulate shadows, this trait became inherent.
Rebirth
Following the universal reboot, the powers of the Darklands, previously only semi-sentient, became fully sentient and autonomous. Shade himself became significantly less competent.
Flash of Two Worlds
Working with the Fiddler and the Thinker, Shade takes part in shifting Keystone City out of phase, trapping the inhabitants and causing the rest of the world to forget the city ever existed. They use this power to loot the city with impunity. They are confronted by both Jay Garrick and Barry Allen, and the heroes eventually defeat the Shade and his companions.
Starman
Shade first comes into contact with Starman when he abducts the hero's father, Ted Knight, at the behest of Mist. He soon turns against Mist and sides with Starman, later forming close ties with the O'Dare family, particularly Matt O'Dare. During their association Shade frequently engages in heroic behaviour to assist Jack and Matt. At one point he agrees to selflessly sell his soul to save those trapped in a cursed poster. Around this time he makes an enemy of Neron by refusing to accept the demon's deal to increase his own power. During the events of the Godwave his powers are completely unaffected by the event that depowered most powered individuals. Slowly but surely Culp is able to take control of Shade's body, culminating in an attempt to destroy Opal City, carried out with the sole intention of destroying the city that Shade loves. Joining Culp's efforts are Neron, one of the last remaining Ludlows, and Mist's daughter. Shade is able to expel Culp, but in so doing loses his powers. Despite this, he is able to use a shadow demon to engage in a battle of wills with Culp, which he ultimately wins. Stripping Culp of his powers and adding them to his own, Shade is victorious.
Infinite Crisis
Still in Opal City and acting as the city's heroic, if cynical, protector, Shade spends the Crisis defending the city and its inhabitants.
Cry For Justice
Shade tells Jay Garrick of Prometheus' plan to distract the heroes from his master plan, and travels with the hero to the Watchtower. There, they encounter Prometheus, who is attempting to flee the ship. As he is not a hero, Prometheus has no file on how to defeat Shade, and is confounded by how to deal with him. Donna Troy takes the opportunity to attack Prometheus and beats him nearly to death. Shade prevents her from killing the villain. He later aids Green Arrow in travelling to Prometheus' lair, where Green Arrow kills the villain.
Blackest Night
Now in a relationship with Hope O'Dare, Shade is attacked by Black Lantern David Knight. Due to his immortality, Shade is not killed when Knight rips his heart from his chest, and is able to resist the Black Lantern ring that attempts to attach itself to him. He traps Knight in the Darklands when Knight threatens to kill Jack and O'Dare. Using his own heart he traps Knight and banishes him permanently. He is found soon afterwards by Barry Allen and Hal Jordan, who ask for transportation to the Ghost Zone. He agrees to help, and they locate the rotting body of Prometheus in the Ghost Zone.
Brightest Day
Shade is sought by Jay Garrick, Doctor Mid-Nite, Sebastian Faust, and Wildcat, all of whom seek his assistance in locating Obsidian. He is found in his home in a comatose state, apparently placed there by the Starheart-possessed Obsidian, who wanted to stop Shade from revealing "secrets". Soon afterwards Shade is captured by Eclipso, who brainwashes him. At the behest of Saint Walker he is sought and rescued by Starman and Atom, who manage to free him of the brainwashing. He turns on his erstwhile captor, helping the heroes defeat Eclipso.
The Shade
Attacked at his home in Opal City, Shade sets off on a world-spanning quest to discover the origin of the assassination attempt. At the same time he explores his past, and encounters numerous figures that have been important in his long life, as well as exploring the extent of his own powers. It eventually becomes clear that the assassination was ordered by a member of his own family, Dudley, Lord Caldecott, acting in concert with an ancient cult. The cult accidentally unleashes ancient godlike beings on London, whom Shade is able to defeat by trapping them in a pocket dimension and transporting them back to their home dimension.
The Speed of Darkness
As Shade grows increasingly worried that he will return to his life of crime and jeopardize his relationship with Hope, his shadow powers take it upon themselves to begin committing crimes on his behalf. When this is discovered by Hope, who believes that Shade has relapsed, the shadows kidnap and brainwash her, and entrap Shade in the Darklands. He is able to push some shadow into Central City, where it attracts the attention of Kid Flash and the Flash, who come to his aid. They help him rescue Hope and regain control of the Darklands.
Powers and Abilities
Shade is the strongest known channeller of the shadow powers of the Darklands, a dimension of sentient darkness that he can channel to a variety of effects. He can also use this dimension to teleport himself and others, with no known limits to the distance he can travel; it can also be used to travel through time. He is functionally immortal and practically indestructible. He is intelligent and resourceful.
Abilities
Immortality
Darkness Manipulation
Time Manipulation
Teleportation
⚡ Happy 🎯 Heroclix 💫 Friday! 👽
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Secret Identity: Richard Swift
Publisher: DC
First appearance: Flash Comics #33 (September 1942)
Created by: Gardner Fox (Writer)
Harold Wilson Sharp (Artist)
First appearance cover:
It's so hard, sometimes, to raise enthusiasm
to stem the tide of pessimism
to rise above political and subliminal dissatisfaction
and repeatedly seek the broader view
however, a moment away from society's ills
under any healing branch of nature
brings immediate blossoming of purpose and fulfilment
we belong! this is the continually unread message to us all
anglia24
21h00: 14/08/2007
© 2007anglia24
Goodnight all, I'm fighting a relapse of terrible health that may render me useless these coming days, however, positivity is the best way forward! (This photo, by the way, is from my garden, please enjoy.)
Take care dear friends~~!!
Continuing my relapse using the Oil Paint Filter in Photoshop, this is a recent shot from a collaboration with Tim Gamble up on the Snake Pass. The original image was shot in one exposure as usual
Another view of my yellow floral day dress-I bought this dress in an intresting second hand shop here in Decatur. I thought it was going to be too small but was an excellent fit until I relapsed on candybars!
Can you see through the cloud, somewhere on that plain?
Higher to the degree that life is but a subordinate strain
Upon the senses that scream for some form of recognition
A realignment of honest persuasion in respect of origination
The demand is high, fuelling such expensive emotional fire
To stoke-up and enflame the policy of such expansive satire
It's us and them; you and me; today on TV
Can you truly believe this is the way it should be?
The parting we never had is brushed aside by such 'superiority'
That hitherto unknown complex, particular to candidates posteriority
Yes, it's about political time that they sought the meaning of Parliamentary remit
And reread their servitude to us, the poor bloody people who can now barely make it
Suffrage under-handed down from policy to electorate to empty congregation
Is getting hard to bear; can we only speak from the gravity of our entombed frustration
Pay, pay, pay little attention to the needs and necessities of people in freefall
Bleed, bleed, bleed the tear-stained hanky dry however taxing and small-
Be the gains and benefits at the expense of ghostly constituency
Keeping one office post whilst losing a dozen other community postal's is political truancy
How dare they take for granted a postal vote that now takes an hour or more to cast
From the shuttered local now begone, is a despair for this nation's weeping soul, disappearing fast
Eco-towns, matchbox estates, beautifully-named semi's that stand shoulder to shoulder awaiting charge
Likeness disguises the sins of so much emptiness within a cramped island at large
Where is the heart that lived so spiritedly within the soul whose name is born unto every new street name
He never approved it, She never digressed thus, They never spoke of this end, But we now live it all the same
A cardboard cut-out exemplifies the nation wheeze; one for the PM, one for the deputy -
-Gone for the celebrity and one for the little boy who lived down the old road stripped of all it's beauty
Hazel coppice, Oak and Birch, Chestnut, Ash and Holly all cleared for the lollipop lady Lime
Standing all alone beside her empty school remaining short of funds for it's inaugural nursery rhyme
Fake clapboard exteriors add a touch of falsehood through the shattered woodland
A split too far opens up a by-pass approved by far-flung councillor's who know not what is the lay of this land
I'm incandescent with the neglect of this island space, it's wanton destruction of a dismantled fabric
Society is ill indeed, it no longer has a leader, has lost it's voice, and relapses into a faithless rubric
Our eternal hope sprung a leak that now costs too much to fix, let alone find
We're awaiting a miracle that only our forefather's could ever belief would rewind
Into the palms of needy hands air clutches at our very emptiness
We've strayed silently away from church and home; Parliament and community, into a dawn-broken loneliness
No reparations can truly foot the bill for a societal spirit standing still amidst the chaotic dwell-
Of rampaging policies that pushed every ounce of humanity to the very brink of hell
Lies, lies, lies the cabinet that could never shut (up) properly and sits uneasily in our front rooms
Those lardy cakes need eating, for even political greed's sell-by-date now finally looms!
by anglia24
13h25: 23/09/2008
©2008anglia24
Take us to the in-between,
Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.
And time rushes by, unseen.
Take us to the infinite night,
Where up is down, and left is right,
And dark vanquishes light...
― S.L. Stacy, Relapse
life in relapse mode
[analog archival proj.]
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read each of the statements and select the one which discribes how you feel / discribe
psychosocial therapies are part of the standard management of schizophrenic illnesses, but have not been subjected to systematic evaluation and are therefore not included in this guideline. This does not imply that they are not essential components of good practice.
The remainder of this section describes the evidence for the effectiveness of Education Programmes, Family Interventions, and Cognitive Behaviour Therapy in the management of schizophrenia. Section 3 provides recommendations for the application of these interventions in clinical practice, according to the phase of the illness.
Education programmes
Education Programmes are directed at either patients or carers/family members and have several aims. Improvement in knowledge of schizophrenia and its course and in compliance with treatment has been shown. There is also evidence of greater satisfaction with services provided. Some programmes go beyond the provision of information and take an educational approach to skills training or problem solving.
Education Programmes for patients may be undertaken in individual or in group settings. Simple information-giving is less effective than interactive sessions. The focus includes giving information about the course and management of the illness, including the importance of compliance with medication and the management of stress.
Providing carers and family members with information on the likely course of the illness, the treatments available, the importance of compliance and the services available is an essential element of good practice It may be undertaken as part of a Family Intervention programme
Specific techniques, e.g. use of homework or video, have not been shown to improve the assimilation of information, but a group setting has advantages
Family interventions
The aims of 'Family Intervention' include reduction of frequency of relapse into illness and reduction of hospital admissions, reduction in the burden of care on families and carers, and improvement in compliance with medication.
Some Family Intervention Programmes have targeted families where there are high levels of criticism, hostility and over-involvement. 'High expressed emotion' is a measure of these features and programmes which reduce this or reduce the amount of 'face to face' contact between the patient and family members have been shown to reduce the frequency of relapse. However, the measurement of expressed emotion is a research technique which is not practical for everyday use. Family Intervention Programmes which are not derived from this theoretical background have been shown to be effective.
Most intervention strategies contain more than one technique. Separating and defining the effects of the components of an intervention strategy is not possible at present as few studies examine the effect of a single technique and only a general description of interventions used in research studies is usually given. However, a number of practice guides have been published which give detailed descriptions of the techniques employed in some studies. Family Intervention has been shown to be effective with some variation in the components of the programme, but family sessions to address the problems identified in the analysis may not be effective if the patient is not included. Social skills training and vocational rehabilitation were included in some studies. These are not covered as separate interventions in the guideline.
Cognitive behaviour therapy
Cognitive Behaviour Therapy for psychosis is a modification of standard cognitive behavioural therapy. The aim is to modify symptoms (e.g. delusions, hallucinations) or the consequences of the symptoms which may be cognitive, emotional, physiological or behavioural. The treatment programme is intensive (involving about 20 hours of individual treatment) and based on an individually tailored formulation which provides an explanation of the development, maintenance and exacerbation of symptoms and of pre-morbid mood, interpersonal and behavioural difficulties.
There is now good evidence that treatment resistant symptoms (delusions, hallucinations) can be substantially reduced in a significant proportion of those who complete therapy. It is not yet clear who is most likely to benefit from treatment and many patients may be unwilling to participate. The treatment is well tolerated. However, reduction of symptoms has not been shown to lead to significant social or lifestyle improvements.
A combination of the following techniques has been shown to be most effective in lessening symptoms of psychosis resistant to other forms of treatment:
◦enhancement of cognitive behavioural coping strategies5
◦developing a rationale to explain symptoms28◦realistic goal setting
◦modification of delusional beliefs29◦modification of dysfunctional assumptions.
A number of these techniques are a refinement of normal good practice using a systematic approach.
'Early Intervention Studies' have aimed to identify prodromal symptoms or the 'signature' preceding relapse. The approach is not a form of cognitive therapy, but early intervention with medication or Cognitive Behaviour Therapy may be facilitated
Eastern Yacht Club Commodore William F. Weld´s schooner Gitana - one of the fastest of her time - photographed (prob.) in 1892. My colorization of an image in the Library of Congress archive (Detroit Publishing Co. collection).
Gitana was a keel schooner designed and built by D. J. Lawlor of Boston for William F. Weld II in 1882. LOA 114-6ft. LWL 97-4ft. (Lengthened forward and alterations made to her spars by W. B. Smith of Boston in 1886.)
Weld, the grandson of the famous Massachusetts shipowner and industrialist William F. Weld I, was not allowed to use his beautiful yacht for very long after this photograph was taken. Already on January 11, 1893 the Harvard Crimson wrote in its obituary:
"Commodore William F. Weld, '76 died, at his home in Brookline on Sunday evening at 8 o'clock. Mr. Weld died of heart failure, the direct result of a severe attack of diphtheria. He contracted a severe cold while skating, and it developed into diphtheria. It was confidently expected that he would recover but Sunday night he had a relapse from which he was unable to rally.
Mr. Weld received the title of Commodore from the Eastern Yacht Club. He was intensely interested in yachting owning the famous schooner yacht Gitana.Mr. Weld was a member of the Country Club, and also a member of leading social clubs in Boston, including the Algonquin, Union, Somerset, St. Botolph and Tavern clubs. He was also a member of prominent clubs in New York and Philadelphia.Mr.
Weld was 37 years old. He was born in Boston in 1856, and graduated from Harvard in 1876."
I basically uploaded this because I am obsessed with editing right now and I'm impatient to be tired enough to fall asleep.
Oh, and to let everyone know that I'm changing my name to:
Marion Clendenen
Instead of:
star of the seaa
I really want to become more official, and my actual name seemed like the best way to do that.
I'm going to start shooting film.
I used to all the time, and then once I went digital, I never went back.
It's time for a relapse.
April 4th, 2016
HTO Park.
The snow was cold, the sun was bright, the trees were barren.
I was still fighting to come back from my relapse, but I was doing okay. I guess. I've been lonely for a while, so this was just a setback. The cold didn't help though.
The grand-dog relapsing at our home while her regular family is traveling. She is a large mixed breed rescue dog, estimated to be at least 12 yrs old.
This photograph has sat in my 'to process' folder for well over a year now...I wasn't sure if I liked it enough to spend time editing it, but every time I've dismissed it, I keep on coming back to it. I think it sums up some feelings I have towards depression, mental health and the long stormy road to recovery and a healthy happy life. It's an invisible illness that isolates the sufferer, and you can feel like you're drowning without water, gasping for oxygen but surrounded by air. It's a horrible illness that is yet to be fully understood, but for me - this photograph seems to encompass at least many of those inner battles and daily struggles.
I'm turning 22 tomorrow. :D
If each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
my love, my own.
In me all that fire is repeated.
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten.
My love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live,
it will be in your arms.
Without leaving mine.
Explore #2 26.05.2009 and Explore Front Page, Thank you my friends!
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Admin's choice at The *Fat Bee & Dancing Gull* Group
On main page at The CITRIT,Best of yours! Group
30 Second Long Exposure
Sigma 10-20 (I love this lens!!)
SPRİNG CLEANİNG; (26.06.2011)
371 "comments" has been erased.
Because;
-Invites without comments
-Award codes without comments
-And because of these I couldn't read the REAL comments in all that clutter,
especially due to the Flickrs New Page.
And I thank to every one who did write something,
really it made me happy to see so much..
You can see the pain in my laugh
Demons comin' back from the past
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse
Voices in my head
All I can hear them say
Is, "Everyone wants me dead"
Bitch, I'm already dead
I've been dead for years
I've been taking medicine again
Henny, mix it with the Vicodin
All my sufferin'
Is really gettin' under my skin
Maybe I should try to pray again
Try to wash away my sins
I know that they not my friends
But I'm friends with the drugs again
Lost my heart, lost it all
So much drama, hold the applause
Shit's like a soap opera, straight downfalls
Nightmares on the cellphone, late-night calls
Lost my heart, lost it all
So much drama, hold the applause
No soap opera, straight downfalls
Listen to the nightmares call
You can see the pain in my laugh
Demons comin' back from the past
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse
Voices in my head
All I can hear them say
Is, "Everyone wants me dead"
Bitch, I'm already dead
I've been dead for years
You can see the pain in my laugh
Demons comin' back from the past
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse
Voices in my head
All I can hear them say
Is, "Everyone wants me dead"
Bitch, I'm already dead
I've been dead for years
Have you ever been so alone
That nobody's house feels like home?
I've been runnin' out of drugs and hope
I don't even got a plug no more
Have you ever been so alone?
That you don't know what to feel no more?
Ain't no reachin' for the pills no more
One more and you're on the floor
I know that I didn't stand a chance
I don't think I'll ever live again
I'm only here by popular demand
I'm stayin' alive for the fans
Lost my heart, lost it all
So much drama, hold the applause
No soap opera, straight downfalls
Listen to the nightmares call
You can see the pain in my laugh
Demons comin' back from the past
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse
Voices in my head
All I can hear them say
Is, "Everyone wants me dead"
Bitch, I'm already dead
I've been dead for years
You can see the pain in my laugh
Demons comin' back from the past
Feelin' like I'm 'bout to relapse
Voices in my head
All I can hear them say
Is, "Everyone wants me dead"
Bitch, I'm already dead
I've been dead for years
So this project comes from a few different inspirations that culminated into something that consisted of about 100 1x12 Arch Bricks and a dream… okay well maybe not that second part, but you get the idea!
Way back in the golden days of Flickr, WompaStompa shared a really neat photo that blew my mind, featuring the (new at the time) Hazmat CMF fig fleeing a sewer monster covered in goo! It was super rad and I was just super impressed at the atmosphere they managed to convey with that one image. Along with it I remember Shannon Young posting a very similar post that also heavily inspired this project. Here are both of them if you wanna check it out. ...Man these posts are almost 10 years old now! ...I’ve been doing this for too long.
Wampa Stompa: flic.kr/p/9wLVUw
Shannon Young: flic.kr/p/5Whzdk
Anyway… out of some strange relapse in my memory, it those two photos popped into my head again and I thought to myself, “Hey, I wanna make that!”
So I did… kinda :P
Beside these old builds to inspire me, I’ve been really obsessing over Chris Samnee’s work with minimalism and how he expresses a baseline emotional response with his characters in his art. In my case, I wanted to take that idea and convey it in my own way.
So with that long tangent stated simply, I wanted to convey fear or stress within the confines of a small space while interpreting some other art I enjoy on the internet.
Boom.
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