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Guillermo del Toro (Pacific Rim) and Chuck Hogan and showrunner Carlton Cuse (Lost) along with the cast members Corey Stoll, David Bradley, Mia Maestro, Sean Astin, Kevin Durand, Jonathan Hyde, Richard Sammel, Miguel Gomez, Ben Hyland, and Jack Kesey.
Band: The Acacia Strain
Where: Ellen Melville Hall, Auckland, New Zealand
When: 06/12/08
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The Acacia Strain, live at Chain Reaction on
The Acacia Strain, live at Chain Reaction on 6.14.08.
The Acacia Strain, live at Chain Reaction on 6.14.08.
The Acacia Strain, live at Chain Reaction on 6.14.08.
This shot of the straining Tower at Lake Vyrnwy has been "Cross Processed" in Paint Shop Pro X2. Opinions welcome!
Guillermo del Toro (Pacific Rim) and Chuck Hogan and showrunner Carlton Cuse (Lost) along with the cast members Corey Stoll, David Bradley, Mia Maestro, Sean Astin, Kevin Durand, Jonathan Hyde, Richard Sammel, Miguel Gomez, Ben Hyland, and Jack Kesey.
Band: The Acacia Strain
Where: Ellen Melville Hall, Auckland, New Zealand
When: 06/12/08
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Just arrived at Arley in time for a train to come in. was abit rushed but tried to get the steam whilst going through the tunnel
This is a wide shot I took with my Sumsung note 4 at 12 MP.
I wanted to get the whole train and carriages with the train station at the background. Sadly this Newcastle train station will be close down after Christmas and it's 100 year history will be gone.
Band: The Acacia Strain
Where: Ellen Melville Hall, Auckland, New Zealand
When: 06/12/08
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函館本線小樽駅構内
got a wrong lens again (instead of LUMIX G VARIO 14-45/F3.5-5.6, I got macro-LEICA DG MACRO-ELMARIT 45/F2.8)
The year ahead is like a circus performance in a world devoid of gravity. The show begins with the illusion of control – a ringmaster in a tall hat calls the audience to attention, his voice trembling with uncertainty while straining to sound authoritative. The curtain rises, but instead of solid ground beneath their feet, everything is consumed by an endless weightlessness.
The clowns float aimlessly, their painted smiles stretched in desperation as they try to catch props that constantly slip from their grasp. The audience watches, but it’s unclear whether they are mere spectators or part of the performance – their faces flicker like holograms, always on the verge of disappearing.
In the centre ring, the trapeze artists launch themselves, but there is no safety net to catch them. Their flight seems infinite, directionless. They drift apart, their hands reaching for something invisible – a dream or a reality they can no longer grasp. The acrobats stretch the laws of physics to their breaking point, but their movements feel more like desperate attempts to cling to their own essence than to impress the crowd.
And then, there’s the hall of mirrors – a strange sideshow tent in the circus. Here, every projection is cast back at us – our hopes, our fears, our masked faces. But the mirrors are shattered, and each fragment reflects a different version of the year, a different story. Which one is real? Who can say?
The music is chaotic – a cacophony of pompous trumpets and distorted violins that cuts to the soul. It has no rhythm, no beginning, no end, only a constant sensation of something suspended in the air – a decision, a conclusion, an escape.
The circus goes on, floating in a vacuum between the real and the artificial. The performance never ends, for there is no “next act” – only an eternal, weightless dance towards something indefinable. The audience does not applaud. They cannot decide whether the show is beautiful or tragic. Perhaps it is both. Perhaps it is neither.
Poem:
The ringmaster calls with a tremor concealed,
In a voice that wavers, its authority steeled.
The curtain lifts; the ground is lost,
In a realm where gravity pays the cost.
The clowns float by with painted grins,
Hiding despair as the show begins.
Their juggling acts, a futile fight,
To hold the pieces in the weightless night.
Above, trapeze artists leap and soar,
Reaching for dreams they can’t restore.
No net below, no tethered line,
They drift apart in endless time.
The mirrored tent reflects our fears,
A kaleidoscope of fractured years.
Each shard a tale, a fleeting face,
Reality scattered in time’s embrace.
The music wails, a discordant plea,
A symphony born of entropy.
No rhythm to guide, no end in sight,
Only the weightless, eternal flight.
And still the circus spins its tale,
A cosmic jest, a fragile frail.
No applause, no final bow,
Just weightless dancers lost in the now.
Haikus:
Endless trapeze arcs,
No ground beneath, only air,
Dreams dissolve mid-flight.
Mirrors fracture truth,
Faces flicker, fade, and blur,
What’s real disappears.
Painted smiles drift on,
Clowns juggle what they can’t hold,
Laughter turns to dust.
Gravity undone,
The circus spins in the void,
Time is the tightrope.
The sonnets in order that they correspond with the paintings.
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Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem "a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Belovèd, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!" Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver iterance!--only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence with thy soul.
32-
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love!--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and dote.
43-
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Guillermo del Toro (Pacific Rim) and Chuck Hogan and showrunner Carlton Cuse (Lost) along with the cast members Corey Stoll, David Bradley, Mia Maestro, Sean Astin, Kevin Durand, Jonathan Hyde, Richard Sammel, Miguel Gomez, Ben Hyland, and Jack Kesey.
New England Metal and Hardcore Festival 7 (Day 2)
April 23rd, 2005
Worcester, MA - The Palladium
Chimaira, Bleeding Through, God Forbid, Blood Has Been Shed, Bury Your Dead, It Dies Today, Remembering Never, The Acacia Strain, Glass Casket, The Killing
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For video footage from some of the shows I've been to check out my Youtube account at: www.youtube.com/user/lanvids
For some of my other (non-concert) photography check out my main Flickr page at: www.flickr.com/photos/lanimilbus
For a full collection of my photography check out my website at: www.lanimilbus.com
New England Metal and Hardcore Festival 7 (Day 2)
April 23rd, 2005
Worcester, MA - The Palladium
Chimaira, Bleeding Through, God Forbid, Blood Has Been Shed, Bury Your Dead, It Dies Today, Remembering Never, The Acacia Strain, Glass Casket, The Killing
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For video footage from some of the shows I've been to check out my Youtube account at: www.youtube.com/user/lanvids
For some of my other (non-concert) photography check out my main Flickr page at: www.flickr.com/photos/lanimilbus
For a full collection of my photography check out my website at: www.lanimilbus.com
I made orxata from scratch! It's quite easy but the soaking and straining takes time.
Blog post soon.