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Last night I was able to capture some light from the 1-trillion stars (literally) within the "nearby" Andromeda Galaxy. This is the closest major galaxy to our Milky Way, but it is still 2.5 million light-years away. The little blur above the galaxy is a satellite galaxy of Andromeda Galaxy referred to as Messier 32 (M32).
I took this photo in my backyard, last night... around 11pm. It was a 61-second exposure at 200mm, using an equatorial mount. I'm definitely interested in trying more experiments like this! :-D
This concludes my themed-share of this week... the week of stars/space #weekofstars #weekofspace
Abraham Joshua Heschel says: “Much of what the Bible demands can be comprised in one word, ‘Remember.’”...
...It is no exaggeration to say that the suffering we most frequently encounter in the ministry is a suffering of memories. They are the wounding memories that ask for healing.
-Henri J. M. Nouwen
He just managed to catch it. His friends sure throw the ball hard.
Nikon D850
AF Zoom-Nikkor 80-200mm f/2.8 ED
Jane took a few of this C series climbing out of Marsa and its steeper than it looks that tight bend and it takes some some good driving skills and commitment to get it round there and the hope that nothing is coming down the hill at the time to interupt his progress!
A Daf 95 had a real struggle trying to set off again when it got slowed just for a couple of seconds!
Geronimo RIP. He was one of the horses that came off the Wilbur-Cruce Ranch in 1990 and a very important foundation stallion of the Wilbur-Cruce strain. A beautiful proud example of the Colonial Spanish Horse, all that knew him will miss this guy!
I went to Gaja today for really no reason. I accidently took a wrong turn and ended up at this Wat. I was hoping to get a shot of this monk sweeping, but he stopped to rub his back right when I pulled the trigger. The shot's a little blurry as a result, but I really like the pose and crop out of camera so I don't want to pass it up.
Straining at the leash! GWR Modified Hall 4-6-0 6990 Witherslack Hall crawls up to the signal post.
We had left Loughborough 20 minutes down on the 15.10 to Leicester due to the need to take coal and water so I had built a good fire and Geoff had worked her hard so we were making up time out of Quorn when we were met by a single yellow on the Swithland Up Auto-Distant followed by this red on the Outer Home by the viaduct.
Worse was to follow on the return journey as, after clawing back more time out of Leicester, we were held at just about every signal. Very frustrating and by the time we got back to Loughborough the planned 16.40 double-heading with 92214 became top & tailing with the 9F on the front to save time.
Last log of MT-1.01.001, Rebekah. Revenant Sisterhood apocryphal archive.
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10/13/2989
[01:00] Saltstone Flats, Patrol 433.
[02:23] A shimmer in the grey…
[03:13] Ambush.
[03:13] Ambush.
[03:13] Ambush.
[03:14] Adversaries eliminated.
[03:15] Reinforcements inbound, hybrids spotted.
[03:16] Second wave eliminated.
[03:17] Greater demon…
[03:18] I… falter
[03:43] Enemy defeated
[03:43] Rail gun ammunition depleted.
[03:44] Spawning from below, more come.
[03:45] Chains of binding compromised.
[03:45] Something speaks.
[03:46] PDC destroyed.
[03:46] Voices without end.
[03:47] Swarm.
[03:47] Swarm.
[03:47] Swarm.
[03:51] Holy Mother, save me -
10/17/2999
[01:00, voice pattern distorted] I’ll kill you all…
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“Matriarch MT-1 was our first Godengine, a Main Battle Walker reclaimed from the catacombs of the old world. And its pilot, Rebekah RS01.001, was our first Symbiote, a beloved Sister who volunteered for Commitment even while her body was whole. She was also my daughter. Together they represented years of work, and our first, best hope against the Adversary.
But we knew not then how fierce the pull of Hell could be on a single mind, even one as learned and powerful as Rebekah. To have lost them in battle would have been one sorrow. But for them to have become Malignant and turn against us… it strains my old heart. Years later, she continues to haunt our forces. Singularly, I find myself wishing for her demise yet fearful of the day I finally lose my child.
In the meantime, a new fleet of battle walkers, reinforced with our strongest chains of binding scour the flats. Seeking only her: Malignant Sister Rebekah, the Holy Unholy.”
- Holy Mother Genevive IX
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Whew, months of work finally complete! This one went through three total rebuilds. The hardest part was moving into semi-organic design, as I tried to represent the physical corruption/possession of a machine. The enemy at last! Hopefully y’all enjoy it.
Here is a small two part series I took a week or two ago and I decided to post it because why not?
Lately I've been very uninspired and it's putting a huge strain on my creativity. And when ever I do take photos I feel very unsatisfied and I don't know why that is. I hate being in this uninspired rut.
On a happier note I'm going to a thrift store today and I hope I find new props that may or may not inspire me! :)
Though petals are soft indeed, to keep their beauty, they must be straining and keeping the most beautiful pose of themselves.
Lake Vyrnwy is man-made, with the dam that created it completed in 1888. The village of Llanwddyn was submerged by the lake. In dry summers, if the water level drops far enough, the ruins of the old village reappear.
The Straining Tower at Lake Vyrnwy looks like part of a fairytale castle. In reality, its purpose is to filter or strain out material in the water with a fine metal mesh, before the water flows along the aqueduct to Liverpool
Floyd singing his heart out at "White Christmas," one morning waiting for the bus.
Barbur Boulevard, Portland, Oregon, April 2016.
TMAX 400 in D76 1+1.
This is the second day of the Thaipusam festival when the believers pay their penance to the gods by having hooks threaded through their skin and walking 5 kilometres to the temple. The ones in their backs look bad but the ones going through the cheeks actually go through the tongue too so that they cannot even speak. The cans they carry are full of milk which seemingly has a significance as everybody carries this to the temple to be blessed. After seeing this I am quite pleased he isn't my God :-))
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