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People/fandoms I am more than willing to manip that are relevant to people that look at this photo:
Miley Cyrus, Nick Jonas, Victoria Justice, TVD Cast, PLL Cast, Glee Cast
Others that I am more than willing to manip:
SPN Cast, The Social Network Cast, Mila Kunis, James Franco, Jennifer Lawrence, Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy
Once again, I am willing to manip other people, as well. But those, I especially love manipping.
Oh yes, and leave requests only on this photo. It helps me keep track of them easier. If they're left anywhere else on my stream, they will not be taken.
And on FormSpring:
Hey friends.
So I've been playing with Ylva around for 3 days now.. And I've come to realize, that this might be one of the few of my characters that are actually in need of companionship. She seems a bit lonely for some reason. Normally I don't do followers as I prefer my character independant and strong enough to fare on their own, but I think Ylva might need a friend.
So I am asking all of you, what follower do you think would fit her?
Ylva: She's rather goofy, not very serious and doesn't like responsibilities as much as she maybe should. She isn't the head-on into battle type, and she prefers to actually keep her big warhammer out of battle if she could. More of a bard and trader than an actual warrior.
Who would fit with her? (I might make some funny comics with her if she has a follower, so let me know!)
To all my fans! By popular request! The exalted goddess is a famous model with a major agency! She was tall, thin, fit, defined, and toned! Pretty, piercing blue eyes set against wavy brown hair! And she was a lot of fun--lots of stories and laughs during and after the shoot! Wish you'd been there!
Here're a couple of videos I shot while shooting stills, with the awesome NEX-6 and a 50 mm Prime f/1.8 lens for the rich/creamy video bokeh!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzbV8ArnBnY
Watch the gorgeous model in the Full 1080P HD she deserves! I shot the video at 60p and slowed it down to 24p in post in adobe premiere 6.0. :)
Also had a B&H CP (Circular Polarizer) on both the 70-200 mm Nikon D800 lens and the 50mm e-mount lens on the Sony NEX6.
Awesome "magic hour" light and feel in the January AM due to the strange cloudy/sunny weather! That's the glorious fun of shooting at the Malibu beach! Forecasts mean nothing (they predicted sun, sun, sun), and you have to have fun adpating to the world's greatest studio with the world's greatest lights (the sun in all its manifestations), props, and backdrops!
Combine the 50mm lens's optical steady shot (OSS) and the shallow-depth-of-field of the F/1.8 with Sony NEX-6 latest face-tracking auto focus, and you can see how the moving video keeps the model's pretty blue eyes in focus, while blurring the background!
She was tall, thin, fit, toned, defined, and beautiful!
Modeling the Gold 45 Revolver(TM) Gold'N'Virtue(TM) Bikini!
Nikon D800 Photographs of a Beautiful Wavy-HAired Brunette Swimsuit Bikini Model shot with the new Nikon D800 and Nikon 70-200mm f/2.8G ED VR II AF-S Nikkor Zoom Lens.
Shot in both RAW & JPEG, but all these photos are RAWs finished in Lightroom 4 ! :)
May the HJM Goddesses guide, inspire, and exalt ye along yer heroic artistic journey! Best wishes from Johnny Ranger McCoy!
aspen, colorado
1997
marolt ranch
part of an archival project, featuring the photographs of nick dewolf
© the Nick DeWolf Foundation
Image-use requests are welcome via flickrmail or nickdewolfphotoarchive [at] gmail [dot] com
I had a request for a front view of the dress and bride - so here is one - it was a beautiful dress and Michelle was a beautiful Bride.
Via request, some of my latest Barbie Haul. This was only about 1/2 of it... there was a lot of 80s Barbie furniture and some crappy 70s Barbie clothes.
The house is minty, and pretty much complete.. I think it's only missing one of the plastic doohickies that keeps it open, and the instruction booklet.
At the request of Steve Banks here are some shots of our visit to Krakow last year. Paulite Church and Monastery "On the Rock"
After 20 years, the Government of British Columbia’s procurement portal is in need of an overhaul.
A recently posted negotiated request for proposals (NRFP) is looking for submissions to update the BC Bid system with a focus on improved transparency and better access so more companies, especially small- and medium-sized ones, can do business with government, announced Minister of Citizens’ Services Jinny Sims today.
Learn more: news.gov.bc.ca/releases/2017CITZ0032-002022
A montage of some of my new lingerie.
Hope you all enjoy.
Photos of me enjoying it are reserved for "family", don't wish to offend anyone
@ LUX :
As per your request i went to test my extension tubes exclusively for statue capture.
tested with Kenko 12mm mounted on my EF-S 55-250 IS II. tried on Manual mode F 5.6,1/250,ISO 100,Focal lenth of 200mm. I love using 55-250 and 50mm with my extension tubes. it is a outdoor photo on a sunnyday so iam not used 50mm to avoid shallow depth of field.
About this shot i used Manual focus by selecting a centre focus point,Handheld,clicked around morning 8.30 am. I shoot RAW. i just increased a detail in camera raw. we need to fix the over & under exposure corrections either inside camera raw by using adjustment brush or burn&dodge tool inside photoshop .
Wait for sometime...we friends have a plan to go some temples shortly..will take more shots with extension tubes.
One man and his bike are the only takers for London Midland's 2J25 0926 Stratford upon Avon - Stourbridge Junction, which is entering Wootton Wawen station on 8th April 2017 formed by Class 172 DMU No. 172336. This is a request stop which means either sticking your hand out to alert the driver to get on, or tell the guard in advance to get off. Opened in 1908 at the same time as the North Warwickshire Line, it was once known as 'Wootton Wawen Platform', and also threatened with closure twice. It now has a patronage of just over 10,000 passengers annually. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
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Johnny played to the crowds for laughs. It was a totally spontaneous characteristic, never rehearsed or forced, he had a natural talent for gaining a person's confidence and reeling them in, a devine gift for making observations and spitting them back out like a spent force. Everyone loved Johnny, they couldn't help but fall for his cheeky face and smiling eyes, the bold bravado and sense of assurance and self confidence that won over hearts and minds with consummate ease. I don't think I ever really hated him. Fear is separate from hatred, don't you think? I guess I always looked up to him being my older brother and all. Seven years the difference between us, he the strong one, me the ghost. Everybody loved Johnny.
In the summer of sixty four I entered the world, a tiny bundle of unplanned flesh and bones, pissing and screaming as the midwife handed me to my tired and emotional mother, laying me across her chest, beneath her sweaty facial features and red eyes, exhausted from all of the pushing and cursing that accompanied my less than text book birth. I don't think my mother ever truly forgave me for the scalpel blade that ripped at her flesh, the stitches that scarred her delicate abdomen or the invasive hands and suction cup that pulled for all it's worth to spin me around and retrieve me from her womb. It was raining when I was born. Five twenty five in the afternoon on January fourteenth, a violent storm lashing the pretty little village and it's cowering inhabitants as my father stayed away, preferring instead the comfort of the four walls of his workplace. Men were different back then, times were too. Childbirth was women's work, and husbands didn't need to be holding their wives hands and sobbing like a baby down at the business end of things, in touch with heir feminine sides as perhaps they need to be these days. At least hat's what my father would have me believe back then. Naturally I don't recall the events of my birth, I mean who would, these are the details that were subsequently given to me as I progressed through my happy childhood in the countryside that was to shape and protect me through my formative years.
My parents only wanted the one child, and in Johnny they had found the perfect son to mould into a mini-me of my proud and studious father. An heir to the family business, a gold painted addition to the 'J.S Lane & son' sign writing above my fathers humble little watch and clock repair empire, he was doted on, loved and adored. Then I guess I had to come along and throw a spanner in the proverbial works. A vacation to Paris, family unity, love in the air and a little caution thrown to the wind. or else some rogue birth control pills that were ineffectual. My childhood was normal enough, and my parents never once uttered a single word of disappointment in me, it was more in their actions and glances exchanged, my father never a man for any form of bodily contact being old school, army type, stiff upper lip and arms tucked behind his back as he faced the wall, his stern words rebounding off the garish wallpaper when he admonished me. And that seemed to happen a lot as I recall. You know, I can honestly say that I don't recall a single occasion that my father kissed me as a child, nor held me in a chance embrace, or called me 'son'. A second child just was not on the agenda, plans altered, the harmony unbalanced, the sibling rivalry to the fore.
Johnny hated me with a passion, though I always looked up to him and hoped that one day we would become good friends and myself something more than a punch bag both physically and emotionally. I was the butt of his jokes and a source for constant humiliation at school when he'd be sent to collect me each afternoon. I was his little puppet, and try as I might, I never quite managed to alter his, or my parents feelings towards me. I never wanted any part of the family business. If the truth be told I couldn't stand the musty smell of the old shop front, all those antique cuckoo clocks and Seiko watches that lined the cabinets like an army of soldiers and my father sitting at his desk beneath the light, looking old before his time as he sucked on a pipe filled with Old Holborn tobacco that rose into the air in plumes of chocking smoke. I'd be taken there after school and made to wait until closing time before we could al head home for tea, my brother full of life and cracking jokes, the bond between he and my father so evident and unbreakable. Was I jealous? I don't know that I'd describe my feelings as such. I felt left out, an outsider to the family, as though it was my fault that I had been born, a threat to the macho understanding of a father and his first born son. I was almost a rival to their love and Johnny always made sure that I was kept at arms length.
My only comfort was living life by the seafront that captivated my eyes and soul, seduced me with it's beauty and magnificence and offered me a safe haven in the form of a giant cave that only I knew existed. Accessible at high tide with my little wooden rowing boat, the soft sand welcomed me inside to a further stretch of dark seawater into which one day I dived headlong in the name of curiosity, taken to an underwater world of spider crabs and seaweed and up into a recessed cavern that became the focal point of my childhood pleasure. Away from Jonny I was king to rule, my own secret hideaway that even he could not contaminate nor destroy. The seventies were fun for me, safer days, less red tape and warning signs, protocol and health and safety doctrines to prevent me from having some fun. Gawdy tank tops that were worse than something your own grandmother would knit, seventeen and twenty one inch flared jeans and platform shoes. I didn't ask for much from life. I was truly happy there in my cave capturing seashells, writing my name on the walls, being free of the stigma and shackles of my family life. Seventy three and David Bowie was in the charts with 'Life on Mars' reissued on orange labelled RCA vinyl from 'Hunky Dory' a couple of years earlier. I can recall the excitement of each new single he released and the aroma of the freshly cut vinyl. I used to grab the Hoover and sing into the handle, miming badly, just a stupid nine year old doing dumb assed things. Johnny, aged sixteen, now spent most of his time at he shop, attending to the jobs that my father gave to him whilst Mother worked part time at the local Infant school to break the tedium of her monotonous existence, taking crafty G&T's each afternoon from the Gordon's bottle hidden oh so neatly behind the front room book cabinet in the little darkened recess, and flirting for attention with the PE teacher at the school.
The beatings continued along with the humiliation and name calling and Johnny always came out of any shit he landed in, smelling sweetly of roses, whilst I could do no right, it seemed at the time. But I had my cave and my little boat, and trinkets that I had moved there in sealed plastic bags that made my cave feel personal and home. But things can change in the blink of an eye I guess. What once seemed rock solid and so exquisitely personal can be laid bare, ruined, broken up in front of you in the blink of an eye, and I should have know that my big brother would seek to dominate and destroy all that I held secret and dear even though he had everything in life that he could possibly desire, including a stupid sibling as his fall guy.
Standing here now, almost forty years after the events of that fateful day, eyes surveying the confines of the outer section of my little cave with the same wonderment and wide eyes excitement as back then when I was no more than a snotty kid, I feel a certain numbness to the whole sequence of events, a detachment from reality almost as deep and abiding as the attachment I felt with my own family as I grew to dislike and despise them for how they treated me. Resigned acceptance, belligerent disregard, blatant indifference and the turning of the cheek to my requests to be heard, to be loved, to be wanted. I'm transported back to August 25th nineteen seventy three, me in my polkadot swimming trunks, standing here with Johnny ahead of me laughing and teasing me, aggressive stance and hands that slapped my face so hard I think I can still feel the sting, even now. He'd followed me and discovered my secret and now sought to destroy everything that was precious to me. I screamed in pain, tears streaming down my face, yelling that he'd never get to my comfort spot as I dived into the water and began to navigate the precarious channel through the rocks that lead to my personal Utopia of sand and memories.
Precarious, yes. But not to the sinuous flesh of a nine year old who had made that perilous journey through the seaweed that grappled and grabbed at my ankles each and every time, and the sharp bend in the jagged rocks where I almost turned back on myself and down through a gulley to the light of the cave end. The as larger framed and older boy with a lack of navigational skills, such distractions might snag and obscure, a t-shirt might perhaps snag on a jutting rock, and air and water mingle and mix in lungs that were ill prepared for being immersed so long as limbs flailed and tried desperately to free themselves.
I never really meant to cause Johnny any real harm. Nor did I actually kill him. The water did that as his lungs filled and he swallowed more than he could expel, nostrils drowning as his eyes bulged and his body became lifeless as it was impaled upon the gulley, a host of spider crabs witness to his final demise, the final crowd of crustaceans that he played out to. A terrible accident, a fluke as two brothers played in a cave, a distraught father who's entire world came crashing down around him that glorious August day and a mother too drunk and scented in sex as she lay in the arms of her lover to comprehend the death of her beloved eldest son until she'd sobered up well enough to grieve and realise just how little she liked this mess of a life.
Forty seven and lined with life's journey on these feature both physically and emotionally. This homecoming is of pleasure and pain as I retrace the footsteps of my childhood to this little cave that saved me from the madness and delivered me from the pain of life itself. The little shop has long since gone, changed hands, façade repainted, wood replaced with double glazing and plastic and now a boutique selling hand mad flower power bags that hark back to the era of my birth. My parents are marked by respectful headstones though I only visited once, maybe twice. Flowers for the dead seems such a waste of beauty and life to me, and it's not as though they get the benefit of the damn things, is it. The water still sits in the rear of the cave, and I have half a mind to dive in and swim through that gulley to remember my past, but I know that these old limbs would struggle somewhat these days. Times change, memories soften and the bitterness and acrimonious feelings are eroded like the sea to jagged rock faces, all smoothed and appealing.
I smile wryly as I recount the events that fateful day. Yeah, sure, fate played her part all right, and I'm grateful to her for my salvation. You know, Johnny played to the crowds, and then some. He could have had it all if not for his greed and insecurities, his hatred of the runt created in the heat of a passion that was a lie, so shallow and unworthy of his cruellest intentions. And me? I'm all grown up and doing just fine now with the money salvaged from the sale of the family business, a wife and kids who love me and I love back in oceans of touch and words. Just look at that little runt now.........
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Written April 11th 2011
Photograph taken on April 10th 2011 in Botany Bay, Broadstairs, Kent, England
Nikon D700 14mm 1/100s f/16.0 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8G ED IF, UV filter
I have a selection of pre adapted bus nets just request a livery or a bus and I'll try and give it a go!
*Update 7/1/2014 (See Picture!)
Strobist: X1600 in an 86" PLM in "softbox" mode (translucent PLM, black/silver backing, and translucent front cover), as key at f/11. 2 B800s in strip boxes, sans diffusers, 1.5 stops over for the background.
Triggering with Pocket Wizards.
PP in LR3/CS5.
Copyright of all photos belongs to the Office of University Relations at Arkansas Tech University.
If you'd like to request use for print or web publications or other means, e-mail photo@atu.edu for more information.
By request of Rebecca George. "My Funny Valentine" played on the virtual Richmond Theatre, Champaign Illinoise, WurliTzer organ in my home studio. Missing introduction and ending to fit into the limited Flickr time restraint of 3 minutes.
Copyright © 2017 Grace King. All rights reserved. Composed by Lorenze Hart and Richard Rodgers.
We received a reader request for an anniversary party from Victoria Lynn that I just couldn't wait to get started on:
"My siblings and I are trying to plan a 25th anniversary for my parents.We were thinking for the theme, an outdoors party seeing my parents both love the outdoors and the beach. We live around Lake Superior so we would love to have it on the beach or just the ceremony on the beach. We would like elegance and not luau-cheesiness. Silver is a must seeing its their 25th. Their wedding colors were lilac and a gray tone. My older sister and I are quite lost on which way to attack this! Do you think you could aid us a little? We would love your input!"
Personally, I think the colors lilac and silver make for a really enchanting event, especially when coupled with a waterfront venue. Introducing a few deeper shades of purple and gray into the party palette will help to add a sophisticated elegance to the evening.
Start the party just before sunset to take advantage of the beautiful scenery. -- Flickr user Xopher
Send this elegant invitation by Checkerboard, it goes perfectly with the silver and purple theme -- FineStationery
This cake is simple but so beautiful -- The Knot
Candlelight in the evenings adds extra shimmer in all the right places. I love the romantic ambiance these lanterns give off when hanging from the branches of a tree (would also work in a tent environment) -- Martha Stewart
Set hors d'oeuvres out on these beautiful silver platters -- Michael C. Fina
Pick a stunning silver frock for the lady of honor. I'm a huge fan of this Calvin Klein sheath and sequined dress from Adrianna Papell -- Nordstrom
Lavender hued hydrangeas would be perfect as centerpieces as the petals contain natural variations of silver and lilac -- The Knot
Fill candle holders with purple petals to line the length of each table -- The Knot
Place a few of these Adirondack chairs near the water in sets of two. Tie a small nosegay of purple flowers to one of the arms with purple or silver ribbon. Finish with a simple bow around the stems.-- Pocket Full of Roses
Set one of these dark gray river rocks at each place setting and attach a small card that reads "'You still make my heart skip a beat' -- Skip this rock and make a wish for the happy couple." I think I would replace the raffia with a thin silvery ribbon.
These images have been released in response to a FOIA request, case number 2014-0012-F, received by the National Archives. For more information on these images, please visit Researching Vice Presidential Materials. These photos will be available in the National Archives Catalog in July 2015.
Local Identifier: V082708DB-0021
Created By: President (2001-2009 : Bush). Office of Management and Administration. Office of White House Management. Photography Office. 1/20/2001-1/20/2009
From: Collection: Vice Presidential Records of the Photography Office (George W. Bush Administration), 1/20/2001 - 1/20/2009
Contact: Presidential Materials Division (LM)
National Archives Building
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Washington, DC 20408
Phone: 202-357-5200
Fax: 202-357-5939
Production Dates: 8/27/2008
Persistent URL: catalog.archives.gov/id/18557175
Access Restrictions: Unrestricted
Use Restrictions: Unrestricted
These images have been released in response to a FOIA request, case number 2014-0012-F, received by the National Archives. For more information on these images, please visit Researching Vice Presidential Materials. These photos will be available in the National Archives Catalog in July 2015.
Local Identifier: V1560-14
Created By: President (2001-2009 : Bush). Office of Management and Administration. Office of White House Management. Photography Office. 1/20/2001-1/20/2009
From: Collection: Vice Presidential Records of the Photography Office (George W. Bush Administration), 1/20/2001 - 1/20/2009
Contact: Presidential Materials Division (LM)
National Archives Building
7th and Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20408
Phone: 202-357-5200
Fax: 202-357-5939
Production Dates: 9/11/2001
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I needed to re-post this because I have been getting more requests through flickr mail.
I know that a lot of you have made requests through my yahoo email and I am doing the best I can to try and finish them.
Please note that I have been working 6 days a week and will probably be busy till after the first of the year, that means the requests will slow down even more.
I appreciate everyone having patience with me.
Thank you,
-Roag
EOS 60D+TAMRON SP AF90mm F/2.8 Di MACRO 1:1
* If you have requests or comments, please describe these in photo comment space.
These images have been released in response to a FOIA request, case number 2014-0012-F, received by the National Archives. For more information on these images, please visit Researching Vice Presidential Materials. These photos will be available in the National Archives Catalog in July 2015.
Local Identifier: V5524-17
Created By: President (2001-2009 : Bush). Office of Management and Administration. Office of White House Management. Photography Office. 1/20/2001-1/20/2009
From: Collection: Vice Presidential Records of the Photography Office (George W. Bush Administration), 1/20/2001 - 1/20/2009
Contact: Presidential Materials Division (LM)
National Archives Building
7th and Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20408
Phone: 202-357-5200
Fax: 202-357-5939
Production Dates: 2/5/2003
Persistent URL: catalog.archives.gov/id/18544200
Access Restrictions: Unrestricted
Use Restrictions: Unrestricted
your my muse ((redd)) ISMRC&DDL requested two manips, one of Demi & Misha as father & daughter and one as Miley as Sam & Dean's sister. I did two for the Miley one just 'cuz xD
PS: Sorry if they're, like, not what you wanted. I wasn't sure quite how to make it seem like they were family. If you want me to redo them I will
Download Links:
Demi+Misha - www.megaupload.com/?d=BYPG6QPB
Winchester Siblings+Dad - www.megaupload.com/?d=VQ4XM8I5
Winchester Siblings - www.megaupload.com/?d=X5ABQEES
Requested by Ammo Go.
He requested a decal design from a drawing he made,
www.flickr.com/photos/42059809@N08/4371442705/
Right now it is photo shopped onto the torso and I modified a brickforge gladiator mask to fit the helm. I did the mask to see how the overall design looked.
Just need some input on the decal.