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This week in 2013, the High-Energy Replicated Optics for Exploring the Sun, HEROES mission, a collaborative effort between NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center and Goddard Space Flight Center, launched aboard the Columbia Scientific Balloon in Fort Sumner, New Mexico. An advanced version of NASA's High Energy Replicated Optics telescope, HEROES was designed to investigate the scale of high-energy processes in a pulsar wind nebula by mapping the angular vortex of hard X-ray emission; the acceleration and transport of energetic electrons in solar flares using hard X-ray imaging spectroscopy; the hard X-ray properties of astrophysical targets such as X-ray binaries and active galactic nuclei; and electron acceleration in the non-flaring solar corona by searching for the hard X-ray signature of energetic electrons. Here, the HEROES payload awaits launch as the Columbia helium balloon inflates. The NASA History Program is responsible for generating, disseminating, and preserving NASA's remarkable history and providing a comprehensive understanding of the institutional, cultural, social, political, economic, technological and scientific aspects of NASA's activities in aeronautics and space. For more pictures like this one and to connect to NASA's history, visit the Marshall History Program's webpage.
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On the final day of 2024, I decided to try to replicate the first shot I took on New Year's Day to start the year. You can back and see a similar shot from January 1, 2024, taken at the west switch of Leyden. Getting the westbound Zephyr at this same spot today felt like a nice way to book end the year. It was a record-setting year for ColoradoRailfan. I added 1,627 photos to my site, obliterating the previous record of 1,060 that I set in 2023. I look forward to bringing more pictures to everyone in 2025!
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236/365 - Our Daily Challenge - "Replicate a photo from the ODC Explore page":
I was not able to paste a copy of the inspiration for this photo here, because of the photographer's settings. So here's a link: www.flickr.com/photos/pleasureinpixels/5436968310/ I've been wanting to try this shot for a while, but couldn't think of any way to make it original. Today's challenge at least gave me permission to try. I thought this was such a clever concept, shot for the challenge of "zipper". I've tried to change it a bit , not necessarily to make it better, but just to make it my own...although it's pretty hard to make this concept look original. I first thought this topic would be fun as it gave me the opportunity to try something I've seen without feeling guilty. BUT....I actually found it frustrating and confining.
AND...I had BIG problems with PSE 8 today (using Windows 7)...repeated crashing...could not even open the edit program. SO frustrating. Had to uninstall and reload. It's working now, but I lost all my actions, as I knew I would. Have to reinstall them one by one...colossal waste of time. Am contemplating buying PSE 9...wondering if it's more stable. 8 feels like a piece of junk. Any suggestions???? There's already been one suggestion for lightroom....I'd prefer not to learn a new program, but that may be the way to go. Today was extremely frustrating. ARG.
Nikon D5000, 105mm
This was a 3 part order. 1st cuppies boxed & delivered with the party location. 2nd was 32 cuppies del. to the b-day boy's office his b-day. 3rd was a 24 serving vanilla w/vanilla cake that was delivered to a restaurant in Yorkille for the party. Picture frame on cake was made to replicate the "save the date" that was originally sent out by the client. 4-leaf clovers are his favorite.
The beauty of Cuartel de Ballajá was not an immediate from the streets of Viejo San Juan - we found it by chance by peering into the courtyard from off the street. It was once a barracks for the troops of the neighboring El Morro. As our luck would continue, it contained a gelato shop, which was completely fortuitous as it was midday and we were quite warm.
This sculpture replicates prehistoric archeoastronomy sites found in the southwest, and acts as a laboratory to chart the yearly migration of the sun. Archeoastronomy is the study of prehistoric cultural connections with the sun, moon and stars.
By watching the interactions of light and shadow, a viewer can tell the time of year, as well as the significant events marking solstices and equinoxes.
If you're ever near Blanding on a rainy day and you're stuck for something to do, try Edge of the Cedars State Park. We got lost in there for an entire afternoon. If you're interested in the local culture, it's a fascinating museum; very well done with stunning display. We learned a lot and would likely go back again, it's not huge but there's a lot to see.
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Summer 2015: "Up was Down"
June 5: Rain Day - Butler Wash, Edge of the Cedars.
Practicing replicating the Orton technique (mentioned in week 8) using Elements.
I used 'The Orton Effect - Digital Photography Tip of the Week' tutorial, there are loads on the web!
You can find the tutorial at the following link:
pcin.net/update/2006/11/01/the-orton-effect-digital-photo...
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Stop snorting that Smartdust, with its nanosensors, nanobots, and other nanodevices! Stop snorting that Neural Dust, it’s really a brain-computer interface! You need help! You need an intervention! Do you really want Programmable Matter flowing through your veins, with its nano-grained computing elements that use light, temperature, vibration, magnetism, and chemicals to send wireless messages to computer networks outside your body? Do you want semiconductor technology, nanotechnology, and self-replicating machine technology to build nanostructures inside you? Do you want to be a nano-ecosystem run by an All-Seeing Eye Smartchip that is imbedded in your forehead? Do you want to be part of the Internet of Bodies, the transhuman computer network of zombies, which is hooked up to the Super Quantum Beast Computer Network? Do you want to be a transhuman host of the Beast parasite?
Let’s roll out 6G and turn these useless eaters into transhuman batteries, into transhuman computers and data storage systems that will be linked to the Beast Smart Grid. Indeed, they will be under the all-seeing eye of lucifer’s false christ—the Beast. Then he will be all seeing, all knowing, and all powerful—a cheap imitation of the true God…bahahahaha!!
The Book of Revelation: Prophecies about an Economic Social Credit Score System, Transhumanism, and Artificial Intelligence.
Economic Social Credit Score System: You will not be able to buy or sell without the Mark of the Beast.
Transhumanism: The Mark of the Beast.
Artificial Intelligence: Life was given to the Image of the Beast, so that the Image could speak and cause all who refused to worship the Image to be killed.
Making a few planes seen in 1960s WWII movies, hence my last post (any guesses for the movie here??).
The livery is quite inaccurate to WWII, but that's because I'm replicating the movie color scheme!
Iandra Castle is an overwhelming expanse of living area.
Included are rooms that were specifically designed for the ladies of the house to entertain or undertake duties such as sewing.
This is one such room, it is poorly lit and on the main source of light is through this window.
It is more commonly referred to as Iandra Castle, in fact its proper title is Mount Oriel Homestead & Pastoral Estate.
The gracious homestead is located near Greenthorpe which is situated off the Grenfell road and is a mere 30 minute road trip from Cowra.
Greenthorpe is a village situated close to the homestead and was built by the then owner of the then owner George Henry Greene.
Greene established the village for tenants. The village remains today.
Based on a feudal style estate modelled on the English Manor System Iandra Castle was established from 1878-1911 and has not been replicated anywhere in Australia.
Today this magnificent Edwardian Estate is open to the public on specific days throughout the year. Coach parties are welcome but only by prior appointment.
Greenthorpe, New South Wales, Australia.
The first Jenkins County Courthouse was erected in 1908, and burned to the ground in 1910. This courthouse, the original building's replacement, was erected in the following two years. It was designed by Lewis F. Goodrich who employed Classical Revival and Renaissance Revival elements to replicate the previous 1908 edifice.
Like the vast majority of Georgia's historic county courthouses, it was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1980 as a multiple resources listing. It is also a contributing property to the Downtown Millen Historic District, listed in 1996.
Millen, Georgia is a small town located in the east of the state, between Augusta and Statesboro.
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however, on this fine summer day, we are following Lettice as she and Gerald head south-west through the London streets in Gerald’s little Morris*. Taking the Brompton Road, they drive through Belgravia and then Chelsea as Brompton Road becomes Fulham Road. They drive past the Brompton Cemetery and through the historic centre of Walham Green before going on through Fulham, finally turning south along the Fulham High Street. Passing the Hurlingham Club along the banks of the Thames they continue to go south.
As Gerald drives his Morris over the Thames on Putney Bridge, Lettice glances around her. “I thought you were taking me to buy a new hat, Gerald.”
“I am Lettice darling.” he replies good naturedly.
“But this isn’t Bond Street. Far from it, in fact.” she counters as they reach the south side of the bridge, and she takes in a semi-circle of tall two and three storey Victorian and Edwardian brick buildings to their right and the crenelled tower of a stone church on their left. “Where are you taking me?”
“For a woman who has lived in London for nearly two years, you haven’t strayed far from Mayfair, have you Lettuce Leaf?” Gerald observes with a smirk.
“Don’t call me that Gerald! You know how I hate it! If you weren’t driving this car, “ scowls Lettice. “I’d hit you with my handbag.”
“Think of this like your own personal tour of Putney.”
“Putney?” Lettice’s eyes grow wide. “You’re taking me to a hatters in Putney?”
“Don’t be such an elitist Lettuce Leaf.”
Sulking in her seat, clutching her handbag with her arms folded across her chest she mutters, “That’s rich coming from you, the man who bemoans middle-class money paying for the acquisition of his frocks.”
“Just sit back, relax and enjoy the view, darling.” Gerald replies breezily as he turns off the Putney High Street and into a tree lined avenue which Lettice reads as being Hazlewell Road.
The pair drive in silence for a little while, Gerald concentrating on where they are going and Lettice looking at the view as Gerald suggested from her vantage point in the passenger seat alongside him.
“The houses seem awfully samey here, don’t you think?” she asks as they pass double storey Edwardian villa after double storey Edwardian villa made of red brick with bay windows, set in neat gardens behind privet hedges or low brick fences.
“No more than Pimlico,” Gerald observes. “Just newer is all.”
Gerald’s Morris finally pulls up in front of one such Edwardian villa. Lettice looks out of her door at it. The villa looks exactly the same as all the others on that side of the street: red brick with crenelled bay windows upstairs and down to either side of a porticoed door. In fact, the portico is one of the few differences that distinguish it from its neighbours either side. It has an arched portico which matches the arch in the lunette above the white painted front door, whereas its neighbours have square porticos with crenelling that matches that along the tops of the bay windows. Two banks of chimneypots at either side of the villa rise from the steeply hipped roof of shingles and a central attic balconette with French doors is flanked by oriel windows.
“Now, I want you to be good, Lettuce Leaf!” Gerald cautions his friend with a wagging finger encapsulated by his Dents driving glove**. “This is the home of Harriet Milford. Her father was a family solicitor. He died last year, leaving her an orphan. The house he left to her, but with no other real inheritance. With no income, so to speak, she has taken in lodgers.”
Lettice screws up her face in horror. “Lodgers! You’ve brought me to a lodging ho…”
“I said behave, Lettuce Leaf!” Gerald scolds her, arching his eyebrows. “I haven’t finished talking yet. Mr. Milford believed in education, but sadly only for boys. He wasn’t expecting to pass away before his daughter married, so without any employable skills, she’s turned her hand to what she can do.”
“And how did you come to meet this, Harriet Milford?” Lettice asks, her mouth a thin red lipsticked line of disapproval with turned down ends.
“She and I frequent the same haberdashers. After running into one another several times, I finally asked her what she did to buy so much ribbon and so many artificial flowers. And that was when she told me that having no real skill other than sewing, after her father died, as well as take in lodgers, she has turned her hand to millinery to make end meet.”
“I hope, my dear Gerald, that you aren’t expecting me to buy a hat from her out of pity.”
“Not at all, my dear. I’ve been here a number of times now, to take tea with Harriet, and I can assure you that her hat making skills rival that of Madame Gwendolyn. Already she has gained quite a reputation amongst the local ladies.”
Lettice snorts dismissively at the thought of the middle-class matrons of Putney and their choices of millinery.
Undeterred, Gerald continues, “Since Sadie has forbidden you to wear a hat from Selfridges to Leslie’s wedding, and I can’t say I disagree…”
“My hats from Sel…”
“I still haven’t finished!” Gerald interrupts his friend. “Since Sadie won’t let you wear a Selfridges hat to the wedding, and I won’t sit next to you at the wedding breakfast if you do, and you won’t go back to Madame Gwendolyn, I thought Harriet’s hat making skills would be the perfect solution. Now, come.” He puts his hand on the handle of his door and pushes it down, opening it slightly. He pauses just before getting out and turns back to his friend. “And remember to behave.”
“I always behave, Gerald!” Lettice defends herself as she opens her own door and steps out onto the sunny footpath.
Gerald walks around the front of the car and joins Lettice on the footpath. “Shall we?” he proffers his arm to his friend, which she accepts.
They step up to the black painted wrought iron gate flanked by two capped red brick pillars. Gerald opens the gate and together they walk in and up the garden path snaking across a well clipped lawn. Standing beneath the arched portico, Lettice can hear the notes of an oboe being played through one of the oriel windows open above. “That will be Cyril.” Gerald remarks as he depresses the doorbell next to the front door. The hollow ring that resounds through the hallway within is answered by a pair of scuttling footsteps as the front door is flung open exuberantly.
“Gerry darling!” gasps a young woman around Lettice’s age who throws her arms enthusiastically and perhaps a little overly familiarly around Gerald’s neck.
Lettice feels a momentary pang of jealousy in her stomach as she sees Gerald return Harriet’s enthusiastic embrace in a way that she thought only she and Gerald shared. With a quick flutter of her eyelashes, she dismisses the thought, but the pang in her stomach does not go away.
“Hullo Hattie darling!” He holds her at arm’s length. “My you do look well.”
“I sold another two hats yesterday, so I’m tickled pink, Gerry darling!” she gushes with a girlish giggle and a proud smile.
Lettice tries to force a cough. At the sound of Lettice gently clearing her throat, the spell between Gerald and Harriet is broken and Gerald quickly returns his attentions to Lettice. “Harriet, may I present my childhood chum, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd. Lettice, Miss Harriet Milford.”
Lettice takes in Harriet’s appearance from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Looking more closely at her Lettice decides that she is actually possibly a year or two younger than she and Gerald are, with mousy brown hair cut into a soft bob. Her floral cotton frock with its drop waist and side flounces must surely be home made, yet it is obviously made well as it sits on her slender figure every bit as smartly as Lettice’s outfit, which has been expertly cut for her by Gerald. Her shoes show the wear of a few years and her stockings have been carefully mended. She looks across at Lettice with a pretty face, free of makeup. Her brown eyes are like deep pools, clear and bright, and they are framed by naturally long lashes.
“How do you do, Miss Chetwynd.” Harriet says in a polite and well bred voice.
“How do you do, Miss Milford.” she replies, returning Harriet’s open smile with a polite one of her own.
“Tut, tut, Hattie!” Gerald says, reaching across and plucking a piece of red cotton off Harriet’s shoulder, which Lettice finds an uncomfortably intimate gesture. Holding it out in front of Harriet he continues, “You mustn’t be answering the door wearing loose threads.” He smiles cheekily.
“Oh I’m busy making a new hat to replenish my stocks.” Harriet replies, blushing as she lowers her lids, and holds out her hands to accept the trailing thread of red. “Please, come this way Miss Chetwynd,” she adds, ushering Lettice and Gerald into the house. “You know the way Gerry darling.”
“Gerry darling?” Lettice queries quietly with a cocked eyebrow and a mirthful smile as she slips past the blushing Gerald and follows her hostess across the threshold into the black and white tiled hallway stuffed with Edwardian vestibule furniture.
“Please make yourself comfortable in here, Miss Chetwynd,” Harriet says, flinging open the first door on the left side of the hallway and indicating with an extended arm for Lettice to enter. “I’ll be like Polly and pop the kettle on. Back in a jiffy*** my dears!” And with scuttling footsteps she disappears into the gloom of the house further down the hallway.
Walking into the room as she has been told, Lettice gazes around it. Noting the flouncy Edwardian settee an matching armchair by the fire she remarks, “This is obviously the parlour.” Noticing a sewing machine sitting in the bay window where it can get the best light she adds, “Or was.”
It is then, as Gerald indicates with an open gesture to what must once have been a tea table, that Lettice sees several beautifully fashioned hats propped on wooden hatstands basking in the diffused light coming through the lace scrim curtains of the bay window. She gasps at the sight of them and immediately walks up to scrutinise them more closely. Two are made of straw and one of felt. The felt hat is dyed a dramatic turquoise colour and is trimmed with fine braid, garlands of ribbons and feathers dyed to match the shade of the felt. One of the straw hats is dyed a romantic shade of soft mauve, whilst the other remains its natural colour. The mauve hat’s romance is added to by a mixture of artificial flowers and clusters of ribbons woven expertly around the brim. The other hat is plainer with less decoration, yet its restrained treatment makes it every bit as elegant as the mauve hat. None of them would look out of place at Ascot or a tea party at Buckingham Palace.
Lettice thumbs the may green ribbon of the plain straw hat thoughtfully. “These are exquisite, Gerald.”
“I knew you’d like Hattie’s work.” Gerald sighs with satisfaction.
*Morris Motors Limited was a privately owned British motor vehicle manufacturing company established in 1919. With a reputation for producing high-quality cars and a policy of cutting prices, Morris's business continued to grow and increase its share of the British market. By 1926 its production represented forty-two per cent of British car manufacturing. Amongst their more popular range was the Morris Cowley which included a four-seat tourer which was first released in 1920.
**Dents is a British company that crafts luxury leather gloves, handbags, small leather goods. Dents is known for its hand cutting, sewing, and stitching techniques, which are still practised today on some limited top end products, most merchandise being purchased from third-party factories. Dents was established in Worcester in 1777 as a manufacturer of fine leather gloves by John Dent (1751–1811). It is possibly Britain's oldest existing fashion manufacturer. Dent's sons, John and William, helped the company expand throughout the Eighteenth and Nineteenth Centuries. In 1845, mechanical sewing was introduced to the company to assist craftspeople. The company has a modern factory in Warminster, Wiltshire, having been present in the town since 1937.
***The expression in a jiffy was in use as early as 1780. It is a colloquial English expression for “in a short amount of time.” The origins of jiffy are unknown, though there are theories. One suggestion is that it comes from British thieves’ slang for “lightning,” hence very fast. An early instance appears in 1780 edition of Town and Country Magazine: “Most of the limbs of the law do every thing in a jiffy”.
Contrary to popular belief, fashion at the beginning of the Roaring 20s did not feature the iconic cloche hat as a commonly worn head covering. Although invented by French milliner Caroline Reboux in 1908, the cloche hat did not start to gain popularity until 1922, so even though this story is set in that year, picture hats, a hangover from the pre-war years, were still de rigueur in fashionable society and whilst Lettice is fashionable, she and many other fashionable women still wore the more romantic picture hat. Although nowhere near as wide, heavy, voluminous or as ornate as the hats worn by women between the turn of the Twentieth Century and the Great War, the picture hats of the 1920s were still wide brimmed, although they were generally made of straw or some lightweight fabric and were decorated with a more restrained touch.
This rather cluttered and chaotic scene of a drawing room cum workroom may look real to you, but believe it or not, it is made up entirely with pieces from my 1:12 miniatures collection, including pieces from my childhood.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
1:12 size miniature hats made to such exacting standards of quality and realism such as these are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that it would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, it is an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable. The natural yellow straw hat with green trim and the mauve dyed straw hat with mauve and green trim were both made by the same unknown artisan in America. The aqua hat behind the two straw hats was made by an unknown British artisan. All three hats were acquired through auctions on E-Bay. The hat stands the hats rest on are all part of a larger collection I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. The multi coloured feathers in the earthenware vase on the table behind the hats also belonged to Marilyn Bickel.
The copies of Weldon’s Dressmaker and the Lady’s World Fancy Work Book are 1:12 size miniatures made by the British miniature artisan Ken Blythe. Most of the books I own that he has made may be opened to reveal authentic printed interiors. In some cases, you can even read the words, depending upon the size of the print! I have quite a large representation of Ken Blythe’s work in my collection, but so little of his real artistry is seen because the books that he specialised in making are usually closed, sitting on shelves or closed on desks and table surfaces. In this case, the magazines are non-opening, however what might amaze you is that all Ken Blythe’s books and magazines are authentically replicated 1:12 scale miniatures of real volumes. To create something so authentic to the original in such detail and so clearly, really does make this a miniature artisan piece. Ken Blythe’s work is highly sought after by miniaturists around the world today and command high prices at auction for such tiny pieces, particularly now that he is no longer alive. I was fortunate enough to acquire pieces from Ken Blythe prior to his death about four years ago, as well as through his estate via his daughter and son-in-law. His legacy will live on with me and in my photography which I hope will please his daughter.
The spools of ribbon, the tape measure, the silver sewing scissors in the shape of a stork and the box of embroidery threads I acquired from Kathleen Knight’s Dolls’ House in the United Kingdom.
The table on which all these items stand is a Queen Anne lamp table which I was given for my seventh birthday. It is one of the very first miniature pieces of furniture I was ever given as a child.
The sewing machine to the left of the photo, I bought from Melody Jane’s Doll House Suppliers in the United Kingdom. It is made with extreme attention to detail, complete with a painted black metal body, authentic sewing mechanisms and a worksurface “inlaid” with mother-of-pearl.
The round white metal sewing tin on the sewing machine’s surface is another artisan piece I have had since I was a young teenager. If you look closely you will see it contains a black velvet pin cushion, a pair of sewing scissors, needles, threads and two thimbles. Considering this is a 1:12 artisan miniature, imagine how minute the thimbles are! This I bought from a high street shop that specialised in dolls and doll house furnishings. It does have a lid which features artificial flowers and is trimmed with braid, but I wanted to show off the contents of the tin in this image, so it does not feature.
The spools of red, yellow, orange and blue cottons come from various online shops who sell dollhouse miniatures.
The salon chair drawn up to the sewing machine is part of a Marie Antionette suite with pretty floral upholstery which has been made by the high-end miniatures manufacturer, Creal.
Harriet’s family photos seen cluttering the mantlepiece and the bookshelf in the background are all real photos, produced to high standards in 1:12 size on photographic paper by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire. The frames are almost all from Melody Jane’s Dollhouse Suppliers in the United Kingdom and are made of metal with glass in each.
The porcelain clock on the mantlepiece is made by M.W. Reutter Porzellanfabrik in Germany, who specialise in making high quality porcelain miniatures.
The Edwardian mantlepiece is made of moulded plaster and was acquired from Kathleen Knight’s Doll’s House in the United Kingdom.
The bookshelf in the background comes from Babette’s Miniatures, who have been making miniature dolls’ furnishings since the late eighteenth century.
The paintings and prints on the walls all come from Kathleen Knight’s Doll’s House in the United Kingdom.
News headlines: Aliens have invaded our planet! They have abducted hundreds of millions of people around the world. They all disappeared at once, in a split second, causing chaos and confusion. The Air Force shot down several UFOs (hobbyist balloons). They even shot down a Chinese spy balloon. Don’t worry: these Chinese spy balloons were also flying over America during Trump’s presidency, but the NWO Deep State never informed him. Quick, rollout Project Blue Beam 2.0 (false flag alien invasion psyops)! We must cover up these strange disappearances. “Welcome to the age of the polycrisis.” “Never waste a good crisis.”
The Jerusalem Post: “Former Israeli space security chief says aliens exist, humanity not ready”.
“’If I had come up with what I’m saying today five years ago, I would have been hospitalized,’ he explained to Yediot.”
www.jpost.com/omg/former-israeli-space-security-chief-say...
“’It’s Logical That Aliens Are Using Black Holes As Computers,’ Scientists Say”.
Harvard: PHYSICAL CONSTRAINTS ON UNIDENTIFIED AERIAL PHENOMENA (Draft under review)
“Nevertheless, the coincidences between some orbital parameters of ‘Oumuamua and IM2 inspires us to consider the possibility that an artificial interstellar object could potentially be a parent craft that releases many small probes during its close passage to Earth, an operational construct not too dissimilar from NASA missions. These “dandelion seeds” could be separated from the parent craft by the tidal gravitational force of the Sun or by a maneuvering capability. A small ejection speed far away could lead to a large deviation from the trajectory of the parent craft near the Sun. The changes would manifest both in arrival time and distance of closest approach to Earth. With proper design, these tiny probes would reach the Earth or other Solar system planets for exploration, as the parent craft passes by within a fraction of the Earth-Sun separation - just like ‘Oumuamua did.”
“Equipped with a large surface-to-mass ratio of a parachute, technological “dandelion seeds” could slow down in the Earth’s atmosphere to avoid burnup and then pursue their objectives wherever they land.”
“Within a close range to a star, extraterrestrial technological probes could use starlight to charge their batteries and liquid water as their fuel.”
“What would be the overarching purpose of the journey? In analogy with actual dandelion seeds, the probes could propagate the blueprint of their senders. As with biological seeds, the raw materials on the planet’s surface could also be used by them as nutrients for self-replication or simply scientific exploration. It is important to note, that given the time scales associated with the propulsion scheme discussed here, it is unreasonable to assert that the intention of any such probe launched in the far distant past, has anything to do with the human species. More likely, and similar to NASA’s missions – the goal would be scientific and exploratory in nature.”
“Are there any functioning extraterrestrial probes near Earth? We do not know.”
“Consequently, the mothership/probe scenario is more energetically viable.”
“In principle, a multitude of tiny devices can be released from a mothership that passes near Earth.”
“The considerations in this paper imply a useful limit on observations of UAP which bound the hypothetical explanations and can support limitations on interpretations of data.”
lweb.cfa.harvard.edu/~loeb/LK1.pdf
Rapture:
“Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed—in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.”
“First, the dead who believed in Christ will come back to life. Then, together with them, we who are still alive will be taken in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. In this way we will always be with the Lord.”
The Empress Nūr Jahān built I'timād-Ud-Daulah's Tomb, sometimes called the "Baby Tāj", for her father, Mirzā Ghiyās Beg, the Chief Minister of the Emperor Jahāngīr. Located on the left bank of the Yamuna river, the mausoleum is set in a large cruciform garden, criss-crossed by water courses and walkways. The are of the mausoleum itself is about 23 m2 (250 sq ft), and is built on a base that is about 50 m2 (540 sq ft) and about one meter high. On each corner are hexagonal towers, about thirteen meters tall. Small in comparison to many other Mughal-era tombs, it is sometimes described as a jewel box. Its garden layout and use of white marble, pietra dura, inlay designs and latticework presage many elements of the Tāj Mahal.
The walls are white marble from Rajasthan encrusted with semi-precious stone decorations – cornelian, jasper, lapis lazuli, onyx, and topaz in images of cypress trees and wine bottles, or more elaborate decorations like cut fruit or vases containing bouquets. Light penetrates to the interior through delicate jālī screens of intricately carved white marble.
Many of Nūr Jahān's relatives are interred in the mausoleum. The only asymmetrical element of the entire complex are the tombs of her father and mother, which have been set side-by-side, a formation replicated in the Taj Mahal.
Over the past ten days or so, the Mrs and I were privileged to take part in something of an epic recreation.
The plan, by the adventurous owner of ex Crosville Bristol RELH AFM 105B was to reinact a journey which it undertook brand new in 1965 . . . just about 60 years ago.
Back then it took a party of forty something Crosville employees on an overland journey to the Italian seaside town of Alassio, over a thousand miles distant from its home base of Caernarfon.
We joined the small party on Thursday 9th May and set out to emulate the above as closely as possible in Steve Graham's superbly preserved coach. The only difference in the coach's specification nowadays to back then is that it now has a Gardner 6HLXB rather than a 6HLX which gave it a good deal more grunt.
In this photo the coach is seen posed part way up the climb to the St. Bernard tunnel in Switzerland en route to the Italian border.
Replicating the days of the 1950's when Princess Coronation Class locomotives ruled the West Coast Main Line from London (Euston) to Glasgow (Central). Seen today is 46233 "Duchess of Sutherland" racing north with The Mid Day Scot only this time it is heading for Edinburgh (Waverley). Pictured on the run down from Beattock Summit. Strong spring sunshine created a lot of problems with shadows but after 5 months without any sun, I'm not complaining.
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A replicator that was installed primarily for the purpose of replicating food was used in this case by the animated android named Rogg to replicate a bottle of coco. Rogg misunderstands double meanings of words from Earth. He is a co-co-host of the talk show airing on television in 14 U.S. Cities/Markets with Star Trek news and Interviews. This segment was an animated portion shot to use Rogg in the Ambassadors quarters, while the live action talk show hosts are on the bridge.
A screenshot from the live action TV talk show "A Captain's Log" in the 16th episode. Designed in Winter 2022 by Ian H. Stewart.
I have been inspired to try to replicate what many consider my best ever photo, seen here... www.flickr.com/photos/145133269@N04/43553428032/ How'd I do?
I just know the freaks are gonna crawl out of the woodwork for this one...but I've always dug how Alive it feels, how Captured, I couldn't replicate this one if I tried, between Whitney navigating the ice cream cone, the angle, the movement, it's not perfect, but it's so close to exactly what I want from a photo, I'm willing to risk the comments that will inevitably be created by its publication!
bringing water from below to above. One, self replicating.
The other ceases to duplicate the moment thoughts about it disappear.
What are we to make of the difference between things that manifest without thought, and those that manifest only with thought?
One could answer: "Thought itself is a thoughtless manifestation, i.e., thought grows into existence through no effort of its own."
To put it more clearly, a mind that thinks, grows into existence before it can think.
Would this be right?
This replication mode of Bodhisattva is a very good idea. A birch, a Buddha. And there are more of 10.000... Bodhi Tataung Sanctuary [Thanboddhay, Burma/Myanmar], 14.8.2014, 11:09h.
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New growth of this tree was fairly low to the ground hence being able to get these shots in the woodland of Hodsock Priory, Nottinghamshire.
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Tried to replicate that feeling when playing NFS Most Wanted. - Gran Turismo 5
Decided to try out one of ShaolinMasta's textures in this piece.
Before & After: flic.kr/p/hmFQAM
Inspiration for the outfit came from elsewhere but when I first saw it, I knew I had to create my own version of it.
With thanks to a wonderful submissive, this amazing angora and rabbit fur cardigan was purchased for me and what an incredible compliment to this overall outfit it makes. Needless to say, its a divine piece to wear too
I am going to make yet another attempt to post more on here throughout 2021 but given all the other false starts in years past, you probably know already not to hold me to it ;)
Theres something tactile about using an old film camera that digital can't replicate.
Even though from the negative stage it becomes digital only with photoshop replacing the darkroom and enlarger, it is still a different experience with no instant feedback to how the shot went.
This is the Kyle of Durness taken during the summer of 2021.
I have been neglecting my film cameras recently and have just got around to finishing the roll and getting it processed.
This is taken with a Minolta XG1n and the standard 50mm f2 Minolta lens which I bought brand new in 1982 for the grand sum of £99.
Shot on long expired Agfacolor 200 film.
Processing and scanning by Filmdev.
This is a replica I recreated for my camera collection. This rig is like the ones used by the back-seat pilot/observer as high speed (jet) forward air controllers operating at the time (1969) over Laos. I worked with these "Misty FACs" at Phu Cat Air Base, Vietnam.
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This is the replica of the Vickers Vimy bomber that made the first transatlantic air crossing in 1919. Piloted by John Alcock and navigator Arthur Whitten Brown, the feat won the Daily Mail’s prize of £10,000. The actual aircraft survives as an exhibit at the Science Museum, South Kensington. The replica Vimy was built in 1994 as a venture to re-enact the first flight from Britain to Australia, achieved also in 1919. A pioneering London-to-Cape Town journey was also re-enacted in 1999. Carrying the US civil registration NX71MY, the aircraft was donated to the Brooklands Museum in 2009, where it now forms a display titled ‘First to the Fastest’, paired with an RAF Harrier jump jet that broke the transatlantic speed record fifty years after Alcock and Brown’s journey.
Replicating a scene that could have been any time during the 1980’s, Class 104 unit (M50455 and M50517) returns back to Bury from Heywood complete with DISLEY in the destination blind a location which lost its turn back service long ago.
This once common sight in the North West of England and the Manchester Suburbs is now unfortunately just confined to the East Lancashire Railway.
These two vehicles both entered service in 1957 as three car sets, in separate units and saw action across England & Scotland before being taken out of service in September 1992 & May 1990 respectively.
Probably not gonna get there but a funny title just the same - they don't like me anymore and it hurts my feelings....LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL
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