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Waiting in line for the feeder? Well, maybe not. More likely strategizing how he's going to chase all the others away. Male Anna's Hummingbird.
The young warrior protects his community…
Plot. Plan. Strategize. Organize. Mobilize.
Together we are strong, my friends.
Sending light and love your way always.
All that seafood so conveniently laid out...someone is strategizing at Deer River. slurl - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/NewMoon/226/188/23
JACKET: [Gild] Guido loose JK_black /NEW@MANHOOD
TANK: Saudade. Joao Tank Top /NEW@TMD
SHORTS: [ VUK ] Stoik Shorts 01 /NEW@MANHOOD
SOCKS: ardor* everyday mid socks
SHOES: [Deadwool] Tassel loafers
You can take it all, but the Lord on my side
Spirit won't die-ie
Oh, my life
Is in His hands, so I don't stress, I pray and strategize
I've decided to post some travel images on Tuesdays, beginning with a recent visit to Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
On the eastern edge of this city lies an abandoned Reformatory with a history that spans nearly one hundred years. This photograph is of some of the farmland worked by the prisoners, in a novel approach to incarceration and rehabilitation.
The facility sits on approximately 222 acres of serene greenspace. The walking trails and ponds that are enjoyed to this day, as suggested above, conceal stories of incarceration, hard labour and notorious inmate escapes.
Built in 1911, with a cornerstone laid September 25th by then Prime Minister of Ontario Sir James Pliny Whitney, the facility housed 660 inmates by 1916. Alternatively known as the Guelph Correctional Centre, the institution signaled a turning point in the government of Ontario’s approach to crime and punishment. Politicians and social reform advocates of the early twentieth century sought to use productive work as a means of rehabilitating inmates for redemption after serving their sentence. The location was ideally suited for agriculture and quarry mining, and prisoners contributed to the local community with their labour.
From 1917 – 1921, prisoners were temporarily relocated, and the facility was converted into the Guelph Military Convalescent Hospital which cared for more than 900 injured WW1 veterans.
Officially decommissioned in 2001, the Reformatory buildings have been completely vacant since 2014, while the Province of Ontario and the City of Guelph continue to consult and strategize on how best to make use of these culturally significant lands and buildings.
Michigan. 5/30/2020.
A highlight of my annual Michigan trip is locating and photographing this species.
Dunn in his Peterson Field Guide: Warblers fittingly describes this bird as "a skulking bird of dense undergrowth, best located by its distinctive chip call or when males are singing in spring migration and on the breeding grounds." This species is a relatively late Spring migrant so along with its skulking habits and the foliage being more leafed out during its later migration it is very difficult to see or photograph in migration. By contrast it can be readily seen and photographed upon arrival on breeding grounds by locating it in appropriate habitat either by its distinctive song or chip note. This Michigan trip we found several by song or chip note and a percentage of those were fairly cooperative.
This individual was quite cooperative coming in to just one playback song. The yellow flowers were growing alongside the road so I spent a while searching for a suitable perch I could strategically place alongside the flowers and close enough to the surrounding regenerating habitat to allow him a more comfortable transition to this perch. This strategy with this responsive individual proved quick and efficient and total playback time was very brief. If you have a responsive individual it is best to resist any temptation to continue shooting and instead strategize a set-up that makes sense given the habits of the species and the habitat and available lighting.
I've decided to post some travel images on Tuesdays, beginning with a recent visit to Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
On the eastern edge of this city lies an abandoned Reformatory with a history that spans nearly one hundred years. This photograph is of a set of windows from this structure.
The facility sits on approximately 222 acres of serene greenspace. The walking trails and ponds that are enjoyed to this day conceal stories of incarceration, hard labour and notorious inmate escapes.
Built in 1911, with a cornerstone laid September 25th by then Prime Minister of Ontario Sir James Pliny Whitney, the facility housed 660 inmates by 1916. Alternatively known as the Guelph Correctional Centre, the institution signaled a turning point in the government of Ontario’s approach to crime and punishment. Politicians and social reform advocates of the early twentieth century sought to use productive work as a means of rehabilitating inmates for redemption after serving their sentence. The location was ideally suited for agriculture and quarry mining, and prisoners contributed to the local community with their labour.
From 1917 – 1921, prisoners were temporarily relocated, and the facility was converted into the Guelph Military Convalescent Hospital which cared for more than 900 injured WW1 veterans.
Officially decommissioned in 2001, the Reformatory buildings have been completely vacant since 2014, while the Province of Ontario and the City of Guelph continue to consult and strategize on how best to make use of these culturally significant lands and buildings.
It's GREEN day (following RED day and YELLOW day), although the image was made at night... in the ongoing colour/color series.
It was supposed to be the peak night of the annual Perseid Meteor Shower, and I was strategizing with this in mind when the universe decided to do something else. The moment I got out of town (a 2-minute drive), I could see the sky would be too bright for meteors. Okay. Plan B...
I switched to "Aurora" mode, and made hundreds of shots as the heavens went wild. Here, I have just crossed into Grasslands Park via the north gate; this is the access road I had just driven. The lights were in constant motion. Violet, red, and yellow were starting to show. These would intensify over the next hour. It was the second best Aurora show of the year, just a notch under the amazing display of May 11. So... the two greatest Aurora borealis events I've witnessed in my lifetime have both come in 2024. I know part of that is due to my location - Grasslands is an official Dark Sky Preserve, and even the village is dark enough at night for me to notice the sky. All I have to do is step outside and look up.
More to come...
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
I composed this image during a recent walk through the Guelph Reformatory Lands, in Guelph, Ontario, Canada. It is of a set of stone steps bordered by a moss-covered stone fence - each constructed by inmates of a former prison on these lands as they performed the "hard labour" they were assigned.
The now-abandoned Reformatory has a history that spans nearly one hundred years. It sits on approximately 222 acres of serene greenspace. The walking trails and ponds that are enjoyed to this day conceal stories of incarceration, hard labour and notorious inmate escapes.
Built in 1911, the facility housed 660 inmates by 1916. Alternatively known as the Guelph Correctional Centre, the institution signaled a turning point in the government of Ontario’s approach to crime and punishment. Politicians and social reform advocates of the early twentieth century sought to use productive work as a means of rehabilitating inmates for redemption after serving their sentence. The location was ideally suited for agriculture and quarry mining, and prisoners contributed to the local community with their labour.
From 1917 – 1921, prisoners were temporarily relocated, and the facility was converted into the Guelph Military Convalescent Hospital which cared for more than 900 injured WW1 veterans.
Officially decommissioned in 2001, the Reformatory buildings have been completely vacant since 2014, while the Province of Ontario and the City of Guelph continue to consult and strategize on how best to make use of these culturally significant lands and buildings.
Happy Fence Friday (HFF) everyone.
I've decided to post some travel images on Tuesdays, beginning with a recent visit to Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
On the eastern edge of this city lies an abandoned Reformatory with a history that spans nearly one hundred years. This photograph is of the Eramosa River as it winds through this beautiful former prison property.
The facility sits on approximately 222 acres of serene greenspace. The walking trails and rivers and rivers and ponds that are enjoyed to this day conceal stories of incarceration, hard labour and notorious inmate escapes.
Built in 1911, with a cornerstone laid September 25th by then Prime Minister of Ontario Sir James Pliny Whitney, the facility housed 660 inmates by 1916. Alternatively known as the Guelph Correctional Centre, the institution signaled a turning point in the government of Ontario’s approach to crime and punishment. Politicians and social reform advocates of the early twentieth century sought to use productive work as a means of rehabilitating inmates for redemption after serving their sentence. The location was ideally suited for agriculture and quarry mining, and prisoners contributed to the local community with their labour.
From 1917 – 1921, prisoners were temporarily relocated, and the facility was converted into the Guelph Military Convalescent Hospital which cared for more than 900 injured WW1 veterans.
Officially decommissioned in 2001, the Reformatory buildings have been completely vacant since 2014, while the Province of Ontario and the City of Guelph continue to consult and strategize on how best to make use of these culturally significant lands and buildings.
Instead of standing in water and getting her feathers wet, the great egret watched from the boardwalk and spot a big fish for afternoon meal. What a smart bird knowing how to strategize her hunting skill.
This is not a particularly compelling image, but it was a lifer, a bird I don’t see often on Flickr, and so I wanted to post it.
Paul and I had a pattern for our three days of birding in Prince Edward County, starting at sunrise at Traverse Woods and then moving out to the lighthouse point. That latter walk leads past several enormous Willows, leaning out over the waters of Lake Ontario. We had dozens of species in those Willows in the early morning, including flocks of Baltimore Orioles and Scarlet Tanagers, and even Ruby-throated Hummingbirds fed on the flowers.
We had met a couple who had the same early morning plan, and it was their find. The Black-billed Cuckoo is a bird that often hides deep in foliage and spends long periods without moving. The couple had checked each of the Willows very methodically because in the first big wave of spring migration, this is what you can find.
It is a really neat bird to observe. Unfortunately, it barricaded itself pretty well deep inside the Willow. But it wasn’t too high up - the Willow it was perched in leans over into the Lake - and a few minutes of strategizing enabled me to climb around inside most of the branches to get a record image, all without flushing or attracting the attention of the bird. That said, it was very keenly attentive to all of the other birds singing and calling around the point, including the ever-present Merlins.
One of the neat things that is visible in the image is its feet. It has zygodactyl feet, meaning two toes pointing in each direction, just like Owls and Woodpeckers.
I was able to return the favour, to a degree, as about a half hour later I found a male Blackpoll Warbler and shared that with the couple who had pointed out the Cuckoo. Not as exotic, to be sure, but for people tracking their species early in a day of migration birding, it was a welcome addition to the list.
Seattle, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 2024
The Rainier Club is one of Seattle, Washington’s oldest and most prestigious private social clubs. It has played a significant role in the city's social and civic life since the late 19th century.
1. History and Landmark Building
Founding: The Club was founded in 1888 by Seattle civic and business leaders when Washington was still a territory. It is named after British Admiral Peter Rainier.
Current Clubhouse: Its main clubhouse, located at 4th Avenue and Columbia Street downtown, opened in 1904. It was designed by architect Kirtland Cutter in a distinctive, rare Jacobethan Revival style.
Recognition: The building is a designated Seattle Landmark and is listed on the U.S. National Register of Historic Places.
2. Functionality and Features
Social and Business Hub: Originally established as a gathering place for the city's elite, the club was meant to be a hub where civic progress and city opportunities could be constructively discussed and strategized.
Member Amenities: Today, it offers a broad range of exclusive amenities and services, including:
Fine dining and culinary excellence.
Coworking spaces and private meeting rooms for business.
Sophisticated overnight suite accommodations.
A health club and wellness facilities.
Social events (wine tastings, committee gatherings, and cultural activities).
Reciprocal privileges with a network of elite clubs worldwide.
3. Social Evolution
The Club was originally an exclusive all-male, all-white institution. Over time, it has evolved to become more inclusive. It admitted its first Japanese American member in 1966, and its first African American member (Luther Carr) and first woman member (Judge Betty Binns Fletcher) in 1978.
Gently caressing her ancestral dagger and strategizing her next move, her thoughts are obsessed with her need to succeed. Is tonight the night she will ceremonially remove her mates heart and offer it to the dark side. Time will tell if this will be the case or not.
Memere played the long game and strategized, guessing where he would perch next. Little did she know it would be right over her head!!! All was great until some Bigfoot crazy guy came charging up in the snow running as fast as he could towards it when he could have just walked silently in the road. Northie took one look at him and took off. People are the worst. Thanks again Johnny Lightfoot.
OK…so technically I was still getting over the flu and bronchitis and Eric was still dealing with a kidney stone, but there was a new moon and both of us had been stuck at home for two weeks…and our doctors didn’t really SAY we couldn’t pull an all nighter while shooting in 20 degree temps….so...of course... off we went.
Last Friday, we headed out around noon to beat the traffic and even though we got stuck in the holiday malaise and had to fight our way out of the Cajon Pass, we pulled into Lone Pine around 4 PM and grabbed some early dinner at Carl’s Jr while we strategized. It was decided that we should bail on the Alabama Hills as it would most likely be a zoo on a holiday weekend and head instead to the White Mountains. I was kicking myself at this point for not remembering that we would be shooting above 9000 feet and while I remembered the big jacket, I left the warm socks, gloves and cap at home.
We made it up to Shulman Grove just before sunset and had an epic view of the snow capped Sierras across the valley as the beams of the sun died away. After scouting our favorite tree to see when we could expect the Milky Way, we thought we should explore a bit more. We were bummed to see that the road to Patriarch Grove was closed due to “Heavy Snow” but we were in the FJ and figured the park rangers were just being overly cautious. So….we MAY have driven around a barricade or two. After driving in about 2 miles or so, we could see very clearly that the rangers weren’t exaggerating with their warning. The drifts were now at least 5 feet high and what wasn’t covered in snow was buried in mud. Not wanting to be the idiot who drove past all the warning signs only to get stuck, I shifted into 4 wheel drive and cautiously made my way back to Shulman Grove. As a side note, it you are planning to shoot the Patriarch grove this Summer, it might be a bit of a wait as there was a TON of snow up there after only 2 miles in. And it’s almost June!
One of my main goals in shooting in the white mountains on this trip was to get the full arch of the Milky Way above a Bristilecone pine. Many of the trees in this area are over 3000 years old. I was freezing my butt off as we began shooting, and it steadily got colder as the night wore on. Eric and I shot for around an hour or so before we saw some headlights. About 15 minutes later we were joined by Mike Kukucska who was a fellow landscape photographer from Ontario, Canada. Mike was also into low level lighting and he and Mike began to experiment while trying to get the right glow on the tree we were shooting. We shot until almost 2 AM and then it was time for the long drive home.
I love the juxtaposition in this particular shot as this tree, which has been alive for most of recorded human history, is set against the arch of the Milky Way, which has been glowing for billions of years. The ancient against the eternal.
In terms of settings, I took this shot with the Rokinon 12mm 2.8 fisheye which has been my go-to lens on many of my recent Milky Way trips. Single exposure, F2.8, ISO 3200 at 25 seconds.
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This was the final of three hikes in a row in the Banff area. We hadn't initially planned to do this one today, but after some last minute strategizing, we thought it would work best for the time we had. It turned out to be a wonderful and scenic hike on a terrific day.
It's always fun to see several birds enjoying the feeders at the same time. This time it looks like the on the left is eavesdropping on the other two - who are either exchanging your basic feeder gossip or strategizing about which feeder to hit next?
THIS is how 4D chess looks like... I will toil the night away strategizing my sweet victory to rule... forever.
Food Credit:
Junk Food - Chess Banana Pudding
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Dreaming about a car accident could mean that there is something catastrophic happening in your life that's out of your control. You’re feeling negative as if all your hard efforts are pointless and you’re going no where. You know where you want to be, but you just don’t know exactly how to arrive there. Time to switch gears, re-purpose, re-plan and re-strategize things. Once you can get all of the broken parts of your plans adjusted and fixed, you can certainly get to where you wish to be in no time. You just have some work to do and things to figure out.
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Restless sandhill cranes begin to take flight from wetlands on a winter morning.
On a typical winter morning in these areas where migratory birds hang out, the cycle of early photography often follows a familiar arc. I arrive in near-darkness and frequently start photographing right away, especially when the birds are very active. Rather than being selective about where and when… I follow the patterns that the birds present. If cranes are taking off from a pond, I go there. If a huge flock of geese is flying out, I photograph that. Despite the fact that I often arrive with a plan, these first moments are often about improvising with the conditions I find.
Then, around sunrise or just afterwards, things may slow down a bit. A bit more strategizing may be effective, and I take stock of the light and atmosphere, the locations of birds before figuring out what I’ll do next and where I’ll do it. On this morning I decided to settle in near a large group of sandhill cranes that was still hanging out in and around a shallow pond. I stopped and waited, expecting that they would soon become restless and being to fly out, a few birds at a time. And, indeed, that is what happened.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
Life, a complex chessboard, stretches before us, each moment a move that shapes the unfolding game. The pieces of opportunity and challenge stand ready, awaiting our choices. As we contemplate our next move, we weigh the possibilities, anticipate the consequences, and strategize our path forward. The clock is ticking, and in this grand match, each decision is a calculated step towards victory or vulnerability. It's our turn, and the board is full of potential moves. With each decision, we sculpt our narrative, navigating the labyrinth of existence, a game where the outcome rests upon the choices we make. It's your move...
Mormon elders strategizing at the Wicker Park Fest.
Chicago, IL
2022
© James Rice, All Rights Reserved
Yea, I'm a bit of a saver. This image represents about half of the "Matchbox" and "Hot Wheels" cars from my youth that I have held on to. They are fifty+ years old.
I remember well the hours spent playing with the cars with my kid brother (two years younger), who had a parallel cache of cars. When we weren't playing with the cars we were strategizing and plotting our next purchase. Most purchased at Snyder's Drug Store where they cost fifty or sixty cents apiece. Does not sound like much, but those purchases did not come easy. I recall many trips to Snyder's with empty pockets just to look.
One summer we loaded a wagon with melons from my grandfather's garden and sold them door-to-door in his neighborhood. While we felt like titans of commerce, I believe there was one key aspect of our little economy that was not real-world. I don't remember grandfather ever collecting any of the proceeds from us.
Hardy was haunted by a dream of a charge that had never happened.
In the dream, an Oleonese heavy lancer was charging at him and he was kneeling ready to fire his musket at the oncoming horse. He strategized that once the horse was downed, he would charge the cavalryman with his bayonet. He would wait until the horse was a cart's length from him and then fire.
3.. 2.. 1..
And then he always woke up.
Love her look here; all powerful and in complete control of the meeting. Would love to get the opportunity to write out her story.
I had a genuinely wonderful time exploring the beautiful Spanish Island of Mallorca.
I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a memorable experience.
This space allows you to relax, rejuvenate, and strategize for the upcoming decade.
I invite you to look at diverse photos from various locations on the Island, ranging from Palma to the northern regions.
I had an inspiring meeting with Dr. Daniel Christian Wahl regarding the Design of Regenerative Cultures.
Interview with Daniel:
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More about Cleantech Region Impact Group. linktr.ee/cleantechregion
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The Fast Five Cheetah{ Acinonyx jubatus-} coalition were on the move again.
We had just spent quite some time with the jeep hung up on a rock after a river crossing. Help came from another guide that haued us backward off the rock and on we went not knowing whether we would get to see the hunt.
There is something odd about a Hawk in a River.
I have been spending any time I can get outdoors down by the Ottawa River. Open water becomes more important as the winter progresses, and more creatures - the ones still around and active - are drawn there.
I saw this bird well before I took this photograph. That meant I had a brief window in which to strategize how best to get closer. Of course that meant getting as low as possible (belly crawl) and trying to get a decent angle as the sun was setting.
The shore of the Ottawa River is not a straight line. There are nooks and crannies all along the waterline. In this case, the Hawk had sought some shelter in a tiny bay. That enabled me to crawl to a position almost directly opposite the bird.
It was a great look at the bird in the unusual setting. Because it was late in the afternoon I felt little risk of someone’s dog or kids flushing the bird (there are adjacent trails). I rarely get decent opportunities to photograph this species, and watching its extensive bathing regime was pretty cool.
It looks like it is in a small pool or pond. In fact, it is standing in the River that connects the northern Great Lakes and the St. Lawrence River, the River visited by Samuel Champlain, the River that forms for a long part of its course the border between the provinces of Ontario and Québec.
Had my camera out trying to shoot through a window with some salad on the seatback tray table. Fun times.
Location: United Airlines
Due to the invasion of southern and eastern European nations by the Warsaw Pact, the EU has sent back their troops to Europe from America to prepare and strategize a retaliation. Due to this soldiers now have a much more common presence in the daily lives of civilians. All forces will be used to create an advantage, even the Leaning Tower of Pisa will be used as a watch tower in Italy. The preparations are almost complete.
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For the Purge Chronicles
Doing something very interesting with the leaning tower of pisa was harder than I thought if I wanted it to be pretty accurate, so this is more of a tone scene rather than a detailed one to be more accurate to the area.
I had been planning and strategizing all day about getting some shots of tonight's moonrise, and this is all I got. Seconds later it was obscured by clouds.
This Black Bear casually walked into my backyard and headed directly for the tall tree where bird feeders were hanging. Numerous feeders hung out of reach, but only two were filled with nuts and the rest contained nyjer seed. The bear used his nose to find the nut feeders which was the yummy smell that had originally attracted him. Once located, the bear began quickly strategized how to reach them. Deftly climbing the tree and dumping the contents on the grass, the bear descended and enjoyed a snack of nuts. I was totally surprised that this tree and specifically its branches were able to hold a bear. Sadly I will have to remove these feeders until the cold weather of winter returns.
Location: West Hartford, Connecticut, United States of America
Stud count: 107.5
Weight: 5lb 6.2oz
Weight with stand: 6lbs 11.9oz
Estimated parts: 3500 - 4500
Build time: 55 hours?
Photos: 43
Backgrounds explored: 5
Photo time: 8 hours
Broken fingers: 1
Finger surgeries: 1
Broken flash transmitters: 1
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Date: 2214-10-13
Time: 07:30 GST
*Sound of a chair creaking, followed by a faint sigh.*
‘nother day, ‘nother destination. This whale of a vessel is prepped and ready for another jaunt through the cosmos. We’re flying to Likovent in three days’ time, where the locals expect yet another show of our "power. . .” It’s all theatrics! Hovering ‘bove the city like some lethargic asteroid while they cheer and wave as if it means anything!
Date: 2214-10-16
Time: 10:18 GST
Well, ‘ere we are, circling ‘round this horrid cave. Uhhg… I can’t even see the crowds from ‘ere, but I swear they’re more interested in the spectacle than what we actually represent. Can’t believe I have to don this ridiculously colorful uniform just to play the part of the grand captain— Gah! No one is goin’ to see me! They don’t seem to grasp that real strength comes from unity.
Date: 2214-10-16
Time: 13:01 GST
Finished the flyover and a “meet an’ greet” with the local leaders. Same ol’ song an’ dance. Huh. They compliment our ship, call us brave defenders, all while scheming behind closed doors. *Rubs beard.* I’ve ‘ad my fill of this charade. I should be strategizing and prepping for real threats, not playing nice with politicians who couldn’t find er’ way out of their castles and mansions if they tried.
Date: 2214-11-02
Time: 15:46 GST
*Sound of tapping fingers on a desk.*
Now we’re en route to our next destination—Yörm III. More local “impressing” to do. *Deep breath.* I can’t shake the feeling that we’re just spinning our wheels. We’ve got genuine threats lurking in the damned shadows, and here we are, flitting ‘bout like bees in a garden. *Chuckles darkly.* I miss the days of victories and glory instead of just showing off our metal.
Date: 2214-11-19
Time: 21:00 GST
*Sound of a glass being set down.*
As we prepare for ‘nother run around, I can’t help but feel like I’m just a glorified tour guide at this point. *Frustrated sigh.* But it can’t drown out the sense of frustration. I joined the damned CSF to make a difference, not to hop from ‘ne planet to the next, impressing locals who wouldn’t know real leadership if it buzzed in their ears. Tomorrow brings another flyby, and I’ll try to muster some enthusiasm, but the truth is, I’m just tired of all this toting ‘round.
End of Log.
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SHIPtember 2024 Experience
I have wanted to participate in SHIPtember for several years now. It is always enjoyable to see the builds when September rolls around. I was excited to finally participate, however setbacks happened delaying the final product until today. I hope there is no penalty for being late. In any case, I finished the build, including everything from idea to presentation. Clocking in at 107.5 studs, this ship didn’t really have much of a plan coming in other than the framework shown in early images. As I went along, the build gained a personality of its own, ie - bees. Once I had the theme set, I ran with it - everything from the lettering on the side, beehive pinup, hexagon shaped emblems, and of course honeycomb and bees on the stand. It was a great reward to finish this project, setbacks and all, and in the end it will have a permanent place on my shelves.
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The original Glave wasn't destroyed in a glorious dogfight but instead was sneak attacked by two Turtle Mines in an asteroid field. Tenitrious Sark was able to escape the blast by launching his bubble cockpit personal runabout. Who helped Sark design and build the Glave II is a mystery but many believe it was in exchange for studying the remains of the original Glave to obtain its unknown tech.
I'm planning a custom plexiglass shelf for this to make all the bricklinking and time worth it! This started with the nose and curvy arch intakes being built as table scraps but since I didn't have enough pieces to flesh out the idea even rainbow style, I had to use LDD to get a feel for how many pieces I would need. LDD can be very helpful for strategizing a build! I may have to do the same thing to the Reclamation because building a Megafighter that is swooshable is addictive and I need more.
A Photograph
A photograph captures a moment that will never exist again in exactly the same way. A photograph changed the course of history by revealing the atrocity of napalm bombs in Vietnam. A photograph can melt hearts and bring tears to people's eyes. A photograph is often like fine bourbon, getting better as it ages. A photograph can be a gift to someone who feels forgotten. A photograph can turn sorrow into joy. A photograph can give a glimmer of hope when someone is feeling crushed. A photograph can make someone feel like they have a purpose.
This bellhop at the Knickerbocker Hotel had no idea a world famous photographer had just taken his portrait. As that photographer shared the portrait with the bellhop, he didn't let the bellhop know he was anything other than a man with a camera.
This world famous photographer has made it a habit of making people's lives around him better for having bumped into him, and he asks nothing for that and walks away more often than not, anonymous.
He's become one of my dearest and closest friends, not because he's famous, but because he's willing to give himself up for those around him. He helped me find me and takes virtually no credit for that. I'm sure he's done that more times than I know.
His photographs changed my life, and then he stepped into my life and made me a better person. Here he is doing that very thing with a stranger. A simple act of kindness, done anonymously. Notice the joy on the bellhop's face.
I'm not going to mention his name, because it isn't what he needs or would want. While photographers around the world load up their Instagram followers and strategize how to elevate their careers, he is doing what you see in this photograph. Taking life as it comes to him, being gracious, not pressing to be the hottest commodity in the photography world. Many might criticize him for this. I love him for who he is. The best of the best for me, now, and always.
It has now been 2 days since the Bardal group got attacked by the unknown creatures. The one lone survivor had now made his way to the Rythar Border where he hoped to find refuge despite knowing of possible imprisonment. The guards on the wall noticed him and had him drop his weapon. They took him in perplexed as to why he would willingly give himself up and have come so close to their border alone. They questioned the soldier and got answers. The story, however seemed far-fetched to them. Demon like creatures that were basically invincible? It sounded like a hoax to them and they were unsure whether or not to believe him. They decided that, despite how crazy it sounded, that John of Corvale should look into it. They then escorted the soldier to the camp where John was strategizing an attack on the Bardal Clan.
Hope you all enjoy the build! :D
Persevere. Plan. Strategize. Focus. Breathe. Write.
Let go: Relax. Forgive. All this failing: Take a nap.
~ Mary Anne Radmacher
Hoping for a peaceful and fun weekend for all of you dear friends =)
A Confederate howitzer cannon points from Fort Columbus in Kentucky across the Mississippi River to the Battlefield of Belmont in Missouri, where Brigadier General Ulysses S. Grant of the U.S. Army and his men overtook and defeated the Confederate men of General Pillow.
About the battle, the American Battlefield Trust observes, "the Battle of Belmont was the first test as a battlefield commander of Gen. Ulysses S. Grant, future General-in-Chief of the Union Army."
Being under General Winfield Scott in the former Mexican-American war, Major General Pillow was one of the most highly regarded generals in the Confederacy–until in his first and second battles of the Civil War he was defeated by the new commander Grant and his inexperienced soldiers. Appointed by the governor of Tennessee to lead the Provisional Army of Tennessee, Pillow would get a rematch with Grant at the Battle of Fort Donelson. That is when the Confederate army surrendered unconditionally to Grant. Pillow said his reputation could not handle a defeat by Grant so he slipped away and left General Simon Bolivar Buckner from Kentucky, an old friend of Grant, to surrender to U.S. Grant. The Confederate army's fall at Donelson precipitated the subsequent and quick fall of Nashville, which lay further down the Cumberland River. Nashville was occupied by the United States just months after declaring secession from it.
While Grant's men plundered the Confederate camp at Belmont, Confederate General Leonidas Polk later responded with an impressive volley of cannon fire from Fort Columbus. Polk's numerous soldiers began crossing the Mississippi River. Having already achieved more than they thought they would, Grant and his men left in a hurry before they could be squashed.
Grant would come to think of Fort Columbus as an unnecessary battleground for the United States and a liability for the Confederacy.
Speaking of Winfield Scott, the native Virginian and Whig party member became a national hero after winning the Mexican-American war. The U.S. General was quite old during the Civil War. Still, he came up with the successful Anaconda Plan under the Lincoln administration that strategized the defeat of the Confederacy by breaking its back on the Mississippi River and controlling its coasts. It was a plan that Grant, with modifications, carried out.
The Belmont Battlefield is on the other side of a thin line of trees.
After months of strategizing and planning, the rebellion broke out. All three factions of Roawia - Loreos, Lenfald, and Garheim, and even a few good Outlaws attacked the Queen's castle.
Things were not looking good on the south corner of the castle. Gavin, the Loreesi general, and a Lenfald squad decided to coordinate their attacks. Gavin put the Lenfels in charge of the bombardment and the Loreesi utiziling their cavalry and charging down a large hill near the corner of the wall. Gavin's band attacked the South Gate. The Queen's soldiers with other recruited outlaws came out of the gate like a wave and crashed into Gavin's band. The battle was joined! Projectiles from the Lenfel squad hurtled through the air as the Loreesi cavalry hurtled down the slope at full tilt and Gavin's band fought in hand-to-hand combat on the path. It was complete chaos!
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Finally. That took a while. Mostly it was the slope that the Loreesi are riding down and the tower that took the longest. Originally, the tower was more hexagonal, but it was destroyed in frustration was taken apart after I decided it wouldn't work too well. The slope took awhile just because it had to be sturdy enough to support the four horses coming on and off as I decided where to put them. The rest of it was just tedious. The path, grass, and I even order off BrickLink for this. Just 'cause. The yellow flowers, the 3-leaved plants, the red flags and the dk. green flags were all from BL.
Inspired by General JJ and Sir Valiant. Thanks to Rivet for suggestions for the inside of the castle. I was blanking.
Oh, and you haven't had the chance, I suggest you go see Raiders of the Lost Ark. Just saw it for the first time last night. Really good movie.
Oh wait, I'm 30 years late, aren't I?
-IronBricks
After two years' worth of strategizing ways to easily get to the bottom of this gorgeous waterfall, we finally bit the bullet and took the only way down...the hard way. Andy and I both took a tumble as we amateurishly rappelled over the rock face and into the abyss! Sore from head to toe but invigorated, we are eagerly planning our next trip back!!!
Checking Facebook this morning, I saw that an EMD banana had been dropped off at Nahant within the last day and was hoping that it would get picked up on something and head south. A friend called a friend who called me at about the same time to inform me that it was, indeed, on a train headed south. Some strategizing with the wife and younger son's naptimes allowed me to load up child 1 for a morning of trainspotting. We nabbed this guy at Farson, SSS Rutledge, and the overhead halfway down the hill before cutting chase after hearing it went into emergency. As we were parking for that final shot, we saw a CSX unit train head west on the BNSF, so we went after that instead.