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Polaroid SX70, Impossible PX680 Pioneer Beta + ND filter, frame removed, image soaked and microwaved in coffee
It has been a week now since I said my last goodbyes and I-love-yous to my sweet, adorable, dearly beloved little kitty cat, Belle (aka HRH Miss Belle, The Baked Potato, HoneyB, BunnyB, Bumby, Bumbles, Baby Girl, Cutie Pants, Sweetness, Sweetpea, Little B, Little Peep, Stinky, et cetera); she had a lot of silly nicknames…
I think I’ve just been grieving too much to share the news in a public forum or write a proper tribute for her. She was my steadfast little companion for 15 years – from January 2001, when I first brought her home from the Milo Foundation right after the holidays, to January 20, 2016.
I don’t think it’s possible to love an animal more than I loved that diminutive little five-pound cat, that “absolutely precious cottonball” as my friend Mark recently called her; she was kind of like a Japanese anime character – and in fact she was part Japanese Bobtail... I miss her so much. I miss her every time I return home and she’s not right there behind the front door waiting to greet me as she always was, with her inquisitive gray nose and quivering little bobtail. (If she wasn’t right at the door, it was possible cause for alarm – like the handful of times she had sneaked into a closet and been accidentally closed up in there for an entire day.) I miss her when I get up in the morning and there’s no little being making demands on me – or just making conversation (she was a rather chatty cat, with all kinds of vocalizations that changed or evolved over the years). I miss her when I go to sleep at night and she doesn’t amble up her little ‘old lady’ stairs to knead around and plop down on top of or right next to me.
She was such a funny little cat. A veritable “Penelope persnickety” – everything always on her own terms – and high maintenance as all get-out, but also gentle and sweet and totally devoted. Have I mentioned how cute she was…? With her slightly crossed, bright blue eyes flic.kr/p/ndp8Hp and her crooked little bunny tail and her small kitten-like stature and her ridiculously soft fur. And oh my word, could she purr – like an outboard motor when she really got going.
As much as I adored her – for me it was love at first sight – she took quite a bit longer to decide if I was worthy of her… Sometimes I wonder what happened to her in the first nine [or so] months of her life before I adopted her; I suspect it wasn’t very good, as it took her a long time to fully trust me, and quite a few more years after that to trust other humans who weren’t me. (Although she wasn't one to hiss or scratch or bite -- almost never! That was not at all her style.) To my surprise she became almost gregarious in her old age, even though she was sick* for the last three or four years of her precious little life (*hyperthyroidism, liver disease, kidney disease/failure). And either in spite of, or because of her stubborn, willful ways she was a great teacher to me over the years – about patience and love and acceptance. I had so much love for her; she expanded my heart. And now my big heart feels broken in two.
This first month of 2016 has been the cruelest month; truly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve cried and grieved so much and for so long: first there was the death of David Bowie on January 10th (the most beautiful, extraordinary man to have fallen to earth); then another beloved cat friend, Mark’s & Kim’s Tony, on January 16th (Tony was the epitome of a "cool cat" flic.kr/p/5CWfUP); and then my darling Belle just four days after that on January 20th. I heard Mayor Bill de Blasio declared January 20th “David Bowie Day” in NYC. I’d like to think David and Tony and Belle are all frolicking together somewhere, swimming like dolphins, forever and ever…
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I'd never heard of Rip Curl before this photo. Now I'll never forget it.
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All good things come to an end and sadly little old smudge passed away today after a short illness. She had a good innings. we think she must have been about 17. we took her on as a rescue cat about 8 years ago after the farm she lived on changed owners and they didn't want her.
Any way she had good pampered life full of good health. her favourite pass time was chasing Gracie out her bed.
we will miss her.
Sad news today.
Look at the excellent montage on io9 with all his many wonderful creature creations-
io9.com/r-i-p-ray-harryhausen-monster-innovator-and-visua...
Back in March "Sally A" was in Cornwall for a short break and I took her to Holywell Bay in the hope of a sunset, this is the location I took Mark Dixon for a photo shoot last year, and I was very good I brought him back out.🌞
Sally was disappointed that Hoof & Horace could not join us on this lovely evening, however as I recently explained to another Flickerite, H & H want to go back in time yes time travel.⏰⏱
As they have very inventive minds (I know what you are thinking stop it) they want to know how projects were conceived and brought to fruition buildings such as St Paul’s Cathedral, imagine how did they draw the plans back in those days with no CAD and printers, how did they get the materials from source to site, the mind boggles.🚜
So H & H figured if they got an old Delorean as used in the film “Back To The Future” it would be game on and the rest would be history.🚖
Well with pipes and slippers on H & H trawled through eBay in an attempt to purchase a DeLorean with no success. Horace who never likes to be beat said to Hoof “what about we get a Jensen Interceptor and convert it”. Well a couple of taps of the key board later and H & H were the proud owners of said car.💻🚖
H & H went off with their low loader, like you do and collected the car from upcountry, a large brown envelope exchanged hands with the previous keeper and they are now the proud owners of a Jensen Interceptor. 💷💷💷💷💷
Have you ever seen a pig with a power saw about to cut the roof off a Jensen Interceptor,🐷 to be continued.⚙️
Back to the here and now, "Sally A" had a lovely evening sat on a piece of drift wood photographing the sunset and Carter’s Rocks until she went to get up, then her dignity was revealed as she was bending over trying to assess the amount of exposure a nail in the driftwood had made of her nether regions, I will hand the finer detail over to Sally to explain if she wishes👙😁
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I met David Prowse in San Francisco in 2008. Nice man. I wish I remembered he was in A Clockwork Orange because I would have liked to have asked him about Stanley Kubrick.
A bit of trivia I think is interesting is James Earl Jones was in Dr. Strangelove, so Kubrick got to work with both Darth Vader actors.
RIP
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This is the last time I saw Wheezie. I never knew her name, but had fallen in love with her & her mate when I first saw them on a very hot day in August 2002. I always stopped by the small mammal house just to see them - often sneaking in the "OUT" door.
But the last couple time there had been only one otter out, or none. On this day I found out that her mate had died in December and they had been very worried about her. They thought she was doing better, but I guess she wasn't.
RIP Wheezie.
RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT'S DONE.
I've had DOOM on the brain a lot lately. Mostly cause I've been playing the 2016 one kind of nonstop (well, I do take breaks to finally play through the Dishonored games).
Thus, I wanted to make some figs from it and update my Doom Marine. Turns out though that Doom figs are goddamn hard to make. I wanted to make a Cyberdemon, maybe some Barons of Hell and so forth but I just couldn't puzzle my way through fig versions, so I just stuck with the simple ones.
Revenant: Pretty self-explanatory. Was looking for a trumpet so he could specifically be the DOOT Revenant.
Doomguy: A serious upgrade from my last one. Gave him Superboy arms, a Power Miners helmet and one of those re-breather things over a plain black head.
And some Imps, which are basically just hodgepodge Orcs/Goblins with Lone Ranger and Pirates legs.
Anyways, pretty simple but I'm mostly satisfied with em. Let me know what you think!
It took me a while to write this description. "Dr Infinity" was a character in the City of Heroes MMORPG and was played by a childhood friend I reconnected with about 20 years after I left home to chase life. He was in bad physical shape then, due to illness and his online life eventually became his window to the world and a place where he was not limited by a rapidly failing body.
He passed away in 2006. He is my friend and I miss him :-(
"A 12-year-old boy has died in a carpark after "huffing" butane with friends.
Darius Claxton died just before midnight Friday, 4 May 2010, in the Christchurch suburb of New Brighton, police said.
Ambulance officers could not revive the boy, who had been with a group of young people inhaling butane." - New Zealand Herald
This mural was left up for several weeks, but is now painted over.
Lest we forget
West Terrace Cemetery
Australian Imperial Forces Section
The Australian Imperial Forces (AIF) Cemetery was officially opened in 1920 soon after peace was declared in the Great War 1914-1918. Exclusively for the burial of ex-service personnel it was Australia’s first dedicated military cemetery.
Each grave is respectfully marked with a uniform, white marble headstone, differentiated only by its inscription. The design follows the philosophy of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission which believes in honouring all soldiers equally, without distinction on account of rank, race or creed.
The only colouring to appear on the standardised headstones is that of the unit badge; which was first introduced in Australia during the First World War to distinguish one regiment from another. This detail is rare among Australian war cemeteries.
Today, the AIF section spans an area of four acres and contains the graves of 4167 ex-service personnel, including four Victoria Cross recipients from the First World War. The cemetery was closed for burials in 1994.
The Cross of Sacrifice, situated prominently in the centre of Light Oval, was unveiled on 12 October 1924. A gift from the Federal Government, it was the first Cross of Sacrifice to be erected in an Australian burial ground.
East Avenue O descanso, mojave desert. no info found about this person or what happened to him here.
Special little Owl aged around 29 passed away in his sleep.....last pic i took of him before he retired
Buxton TMD 47050 37680 37681 37677 37678 37684 37688 all taking a rest from Peak Forest stone duties.
I think we've been down this road before.
You rip a pair of clothes and you have a choice?
a. Throw them away.
b. Wear them for the next shoot.
DC COMICS
BATMAN # 119
October 1958
Golden Era / Silver Age
featuring: RIP VAN BATMAN
significance: Batwoman appearance
Dedicated to the first television batman I knew:
Adam West in his iconic role
Sept 19, 1928 - June 10, 2017.
In a blatant rip off of a John Leopard photo of a few years ago, Minnesota Southern GP9 1365 crosses a trestle just west of Magnolia, MInn., on Oct. 21, 2014. The unit was once Milwaukee Road 330.
It was both shocking and sad to hear Dolores O'Riordan passed away today. She was the lead singer and song writer of the Irish contemporary rock band, The Cranberries. We saw her on-stage live performance at Regal Ballroom in San Francisco many years ago. RIP, Dolores. I had to dig out this photo from my archive.