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Jaguar Mk IV circa 1938 - Digital Painting (Revisited)
Father’s car is a Jaguar,
And Pa drives rather fast.
Castles, farms and draughty barns,
We go charging past.
Arthur’s cart is far less smart
And can’t go half as far.
But I’d rather ride in Arthur’s cart
Than in my Papa’s fast car.
- Learned from our secondary school 'electrocution' teacher Ms Bridget Keenan, who valiantly tried to improve our pronunciation (or was it enunciation?) - a thankless task!
Some of you may recall a little collage I posted several years ago (in first comment box) of photos I took off the tv screen the night it went crazy and deconstructed all the images.
Some in part, some in full, some it reassembled then broke apart again....and so on. I had a little power shoot camera on the couch next to me and clicked away.
Forgot about them, and found them in archives recently.
These two must be the guardians of the rubble waiting for someone to put whatever it was back together again.
A thankless job......and, it seems, a very very long one.
Pfalzgrafenstein castle, an island in the Rhine river, Germany, taken under an umbrella on a super gloomy evening, few people know about this viewpoint, there's a paved track to a covered gazebo, I think I drove the last 2 kilometers illegally, but it was raining, there were no barriers, only signs in german saying access only for authorized vehicles or something of the sort, and nobody was around, I think I got away with it, it would have been a miserable and thankless walk if I had obeyed the rules.
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Dedicated to all those who offer their lives to the service of this country and it's people: family, friends, neighbors and total strangers. It is not an easy life and it is mainly a thankless endeavour. Veteran's Day is a humble way for us to thank you all for what you do...for us.
The picture is of a sometimes model in my pictures, Carbohydrate. Not very many people repeat as a model for me(perhaps because of my occasional obsessiveness).
She specializes in thankless roles such as a maid in a bath scene being upstaged by my behind. www.flickr.com/photos/148243437@N03/48884849042/in/dateta....
Perhaps you think her name is a bit odd. Her current profile picture is of the nutritional information panel from a bag of snacks. I thought she could use a new profile picture so I took one for her but I expect the picture to lose to a picture of a bag of Cheetos. So I thought I may as well post it.
Read her profile. She really is one of a kind.
Mood music:
I could not think of anything else to photograph today except a heart. I think that Mother's have the hardest job in the world and it's very often quite a thankless job and not appreciated (even by our children.) Somehow we do it all and I really want to express my love to all of you out there today, Mother's and Father's alike who take on the Mother role...you are incredible people!
Well it was battered and scared,
And the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while,
To waste much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile,
Well it sure ain't much but its all we got left I guess we ought to sell it to,
Oh, now who'll start the bid on this old violin?
Just one more and we'll be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two only two dollars who'll make it three,
Three dollars twice now that's a good price,
Now who's gonna bid for me?
Raise up your hand now don't wait any longer the auctions about to end,
Who's got four Just one dollar more to bid on this old violin?
Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low,
From the back of the crowd a gray haired man,
Came forward and picked up the bow,
He wiped the dust from the old violin then he tightened up the strings,
Then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing,
And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low he said now what am I bid,
For this old violin and he held it up with a bow.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who'll make it two only two thousand who'll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that's a good price,
Common who's gonna to bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we don't understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch of the Master's hand.
You know threes many a man with his life out of tune,
Battered and scared with sin and he's auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,
Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that old foolish crowd they never understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is rought,
Just by one touch of the Masters hand.
And then he cried out one give me one thousand,
Who'll make it two only two thousand who'll make it three,
Three thousand twice you know that's a good price,
Common who's gonna bid for me?
And the people cried out what made the change we don't understand,
Then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile,
It was the touch, that's all it was; it was the touch of the Master's hand,
It was the touch of the Master's hand; oh, it was the touch of the Master's hand.
"My mother was a witch, she was burned alive
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried
Take her down now, don't wanna see her face
Blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace"
Iceland's tribute to its thankless civil servants by the Reykjavik City Hall. Reykjavik
The phrase “FACELESS BUREAUCRAT” is generally not meant as a compliment. But in Reykjavik, these seemingly anonymous workers are immortalized in art.
A large slab of Icelandic volcanic basalt sits where you would expect to see a torso and head. The unique statue was sculpted by Magnús Tómasson in 1994, and you’ll have to decide for yourself whether it was meant as a serious tribute, or a humorous, satirical piece.
Bass Harbor Head Lighthouse, Acadia, Maine. I was kind of late. I couldn't pass by an estuary a ways back, where the evening light was just right, seen from a small bridge just high enough to capture the just right S curve of the water disappearing into the wetland. Approaching the headland here, surrounded by forest, the cloud cover didn't give me any expectations. But when I came out of the woods into the open and started down the cliffs, I could see that the gap on the horizon was enough for a light show--the sky was just pinking up, and I started to panic at missing it. And so I risked life and limb clambering over seaweed-slick and muscle-encrusted boulders to get to a spot where all the other photographers wouldn't be in my frames, and myself not in theirs. The buoy bell behind me intoned heavily as it was swept up and back with each passing wave, and the very sky seemed like a beacon to the harbour, situated on the other side of this headland. How does the lightkeeper deal with it, I wondered...manning the red beacon whose glimmer can be seen 13 miles away, to welcome the ships at sea to safe refuge. A thankless job. Always there for them, but never the destination. I can relate. I imagined myself a harbour of sorts. I presumed, wrongly, that there was safety in the arms of my sanctuary, and I would take care of a ship in rough seas. But the lamp that shone so strongly steered the ship away, for I was just a light, not the harbor. When the skies deadened I left, and the light still burned.
Pfalzgrafenstein castle, an island in the Rhine river, Germany, taken under an umbrella on a super gloomy evening, few people know about this viewpoint, there's a paved track to a covered gazebo, I think I drove the last 2 kilometers illegally, but it was raining, there were no barriers, only signs in german saying access only for authorized vehicles or something of the sort, and nobody was around, I think I got away with it, it would have been a miserable and thankless walk if I had obeyed the rules.
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Ambositra (Madagascar) - Pour être au plus près des gens, mieux vaut être matinal. J'ai pris cette photo du quotidien, alors qu'il n'était pas encore 6h30. Il faut aussi s'aventurer dans les quartiers à l'écart des centres-villes.
Je connais bien ce quartier non loin de la "tuerie municipale", nom donné à l'abattoir où chaque matin des dizaines de porcs et zébus sont égorgés. Ce jour là , je n'avais pas envie de respirer l'odeur du sang et de la mort. Je m'y étais déjà rendu à deux reprises pour faire des photos lors de mes précédents passages dans cette région en 2016 et 2020. Non, ce jour là , j'avais envie de m'imprégner de la vie routinière des habitants.
Cette femme et sa fille sont chargées de remplir les bidons de 20 litres d'eau pour les habitants du quartier. Chaque semaine, une famille est préposée à cette tâche ingrate, mais nécessaire. L'eau est destinée à la cuisine et à la toilette. Une fois remplis, les bidons seront récupérés et transportés par leurs propriétaires.
Running water… Outside!
Ambositra (Madagascar) - To be as close as possible to people, it is better to get up early. I took this photo of the Malagasy daily newspaper, when it was not yet 6:30 am. It is also necessary to venture into the districts away from the city centers.
I know this neighborhood well, not far from the municipal slaughterhouse, where every morning dozens of pigs and zebus have their throats cut. That day, I didn't want to breathe in the smell of blood and death. I had already been there twice to take pictures during my previous visits to this region in 2016 and 2020. No, that day, I wanted to soak up the routine life of the inhabitants.
This woman and her daughter are in charge of filling the 20-litre cans of water for the inhabitants of the district. Each week, a different family is assigned to this thankless but necessary task. The water is for cooking. Once filled, the containers will be picked up and transported by their owners.
Pakistani farmers live at the same level for generations. they never earn enough to improve their lives. middlemen, on the other hand, earn more than producer and worker farmers. This is an endless cycle for the life of a farmer. This man has lived in this same house for more than 50 years. it is truly a thankless, risky and even exhausting profession. Poor performance, either due to errant rains, pests, etc., and most farmers do not have buffers available.
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Plastic pollution on Barassie Beach, Troon, Scotland.
I walk the beach with a 'grabber' and waste bag as often as I can. I'm pleased to note that I am not the only one caring to do this but what any number of volunteers can do is just a literal drop in the ocean.
If mermaids were to exist I wonder what they would tell us about how we treat the waters on earth, waters upon which we depend for life itself.
I can fill a black bin liner in no time at all on this beach after a high tide and this beach is not in any direct line of strong ocean currents. Much of the plastic is single use items but some, such as this little mermaid, were intended to be used more than once. I certainly remember having to take plastic buckets and spades away from holiday to use them for the next year. Today they are treated as disposable items.
Over time exposed to ultraviolet light and being thrown about in the water, plastics break up and eventually leach chemicals into the water or organisms.
For years we have been finding microplastics inside of our sea creatures from birds to krill and anything in between. These plastics and chemicals have caused damage to their organs and health and often have been the cause of death.
You may or may not be aware that scientists have found microplastics inside humans too. They are in our food chain after all.
Microplastics have been found in our stools, liver, kidneys, lungs (yes we breath in microplastics from our air) and more recently in our bloodstream.
We know that the chemicals in microplastics can alter hormone chemistry, and not only for sex hormones but for ones also essential for life, and many of them are also cancer causing. Once they are inside they are not coming out either.
Because most plastic floats on or suspended in water, vast amounts of plastic deposited on land will ultimately end up in our watercourses and eventually into our food chain.
I wonder, when archaeologists of the future find our remains and 'things', if we will be called The Plastic Age.
Please make every effort to massively reduce your plastic waste. Every time I think that I am doing as much as I can then I find another thing that I can do to reduce my plastic use.
Please, if you have the time, consider going out and voluntarily picking up plastic waste to go into recycling points. It may be a drop in the ocean but every little does help.
For me it feels like an endless and thankless task as every fresh tide brings yet more plastic. I started doing this before I lived beside the beach and I will continue as long as I am able. Every little piece out of the food chain feels like it is worthwhile.
Take care my Flickr friends.
Let's stop drowning in plastic.
It's not every day you get to see a Cinnamon Bear, which is a colour phase of the Black Bear. On this day I saw a Sow & her matching cub of the year, a magical moment to witness.
I feel obligated to share a story about a place that does good work around the Vancouver area rehabilitating bears and getting them back into the wild, usually due to conflict with humans.
For those in the lower mainland:
These people do magical, thankless work and sadly there are only three places in the province that rehab bears (one of them on the island) think about the bear to people ratio? All of these places are non-profit and depend on donations and public support.
We have in the past been involved in reporting and getting some bears brought into this hard to get in sanctuary (overcrowding is an issue) and celebrate some small victories when they are released back into the wild.
Conservation can be quick with a bullet, but sometimes.....just sometimes one can be rescued.
Imagine all of the work and money that goes into winning the bear lottery and being rescued, treated and just put through the same trauma again? Even if we are the problem? We need to change; we need to educate, we need to coexist and we need to not be the reason we are killing wildlife. So this happened this week:
www.nsnews.com/news/young-habituated-black-bear-shot-in-b...
Imagine attracting bears, getting the mother put down because of our actions, taking the cub in to shelter it, make it healthy, care for it just to release it into the same environment?
It's no wonder to me a bullet is a quicker response when it comes to Conservation, but at what point are we held accountable? When do we provide feedback and guidance to a neighbour? People with fruit on trees(or the ground), not securing your garbage/compost or (heaven forbid) why you would have a stocked fridge in your backyard need to understand their impact on our wildlife especially in Bear country.
Everyone makes an impact; you get to choose what result you will bring.
We need to reflect, take a moment and ask ourselves honestly "Do I have a negative impact on wildlife in my area?"
There I go again....no apologies. We are all in this together. We owe it to each other to be respectful, Bear Smart and do our part to conserve wildlife on our own through our behavior and actions.
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Outside of Washington DC's Union Station you can always see long lines of taxis waiting for fares. Back in my college days, I drove a taxi so I can understand how hard these cabbies work. They put in very long hours doing what can sometimes be a dangerous and thankless job. The next time you ride in a taxi, please tip your driver generously. They really deserve it!
EXPLORED on March 23, 2016 #359
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The female is on the left; she has just received a tasty cricket from the male. Their burrow entrance is behind her. In a moment she will disappear underground to feed one of their growing brood of youngsters - and woe to her mate if he's lounging around when she returns. I saw her express displeasure more than once by kicking him back into action - literally. It's constant work, a thankless job that must be done. I was privileged to be able to photograph these behaviours over a two-month period in 2016, using the rolling red Toyota blind to conceal my scary human appearance.
After uploading, I noticed that this is very similar to one I posted about a year ago. I try not to get too redundant, but sometimes it happens. I guess I am feeling owl deprived, as there hasn't been a nest this close to the drive-through road since that summer (only seven years ago but feels like forever).
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2016 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Several countries have monuments to the Unknown Soldier, but perhaps only Iceland has a sculpture honoring — and lightly satirizing — the thankless, anonymous job of the bureaucrat.
The 1994 sculpture by MagnĂşs TĂłmasson depicts a man in a suit holding a briefcase, with his head and shoulders subsumed in a slab of unsculpted stone."
Denkmal fĂĽr den unbekannten BĂĽroangestellten
Bildhauer:
MagnĂşs TĂłmasson 1994
Sous la lumière immobile du jour, le nettoyeur de vitres trace ses gestes précis sur la façade d’un magasin.
Dans le silence du monochrome, chaque mouvement efface un peu de fatigue, révélant la dignité discrète de ceux qui œuvrent dans l’ombre des vitrines.
Un métier épuisant, souvent ingrat, mais empreint d’humilité et de persévérance admirables …
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Under the still light of day, the window cleaner traces precise gestures across a shop facade.
In the monochrome silence, each motion wipes away a bit of fatigue, unveiling the quiet dignity of those who toil in the shadow of storefronts.
A tiring, often thankless job, yet filled with admirable humility and perseverance …
___________________________________________PdF___
Excerpt from tourismhamilton.com:
In Their Hands (52) by Sam Roe: It takes an exceptional individual to dedicate their lives to caring for others. Being a healthcare worker is tiring, and often-thankless work. The stethoscope-heart symbolism in this work represents the love and compassion our healthcare workers demonstrate day after day and our profound gratefulness for everything they do for the community. Regarding the plant imagery, it is not only decorative: it symbolizes the beauty of the hearts of our frontline workers, and their resilience in the face of adversity. It is because of their commitment that our community’s wellbeing continues to flourish. Truly, our health is in their hands.
This lady comes door to door selling sheets, mangoes, and other items. Despite such a thankless job and many personal troubles, she always has a smile on her face.
The rebel can never find peace.
^_^ HBWH!
I sorta miss my drop shots more than ever today, the refractions in em used to make me soh happie. Ah well, hoping this year id get myself a macro lens.
I've been a fan of _alariko's stuff o Instagram for a while now, and this one really caught my eye. So I thought hey, why not have a go at making it. So I did, and a month (or more, I lost track) later here we are.
I'm actually really proud of it ngl, I feel like I've really achieved something. I used a whole variety of techniques I'd never normally use, and I think it really pays off. Blender was a pain as always, but I learned some new things, so that was nice.
I should also thank the folks from MemeLUG, a discord server I'm in. They helped a lot with various bits, it's always good to have a second, third etc opinion when building something like this.
I'm fully prepared for this to flop, as it's probably not what you'd expect from my account, but it made me happy while I was building it (not rendering it, that was a thankless task) and that's what counts.
Ban Khlong Wan (Thaïlande) - Sans être à proprement parler une série complète sur le nouveau port de pêche de Prachuap, histoire d’avoir une idée de l’activité qui règne ici, il est nécessaire de présenter une image du tri du poisson débarqué en vrac.
Les hommes et les femmes qui effectuent ce travail de sélection, sont des salariés du port, payés par les grossiste et les armateurs. Certains des hommes sur la photo sont des marins-pêcheurs qui acceptent d’effectuer cette tâche ingrate et malodorante pour se faire un complément de revenu, quand ils ne sont pas en mer.
Fish sorting
Ban Khlong Wan (Thailand) - Without being strictly speaking a complete series on the new fishing port of Prachuap, in order to have an idea of the activity that reigns here, it is necessary to present an image of the sorting of landed fish in bulk.
The men and women who carry out this selection work are port employees, paid by wholesalers and shipowners. Some of the men in the photo are fishermen who agree to perform this thankless and smelly task to earn extra income when they are not at sea.
I'm thankful for anyone that takes the time to look at my work; I am thankful I live in a country where I can express myself freely; I am especially thankful when I can find a frame I am happy with as they are seldom in number.
Most of all, from a photographic standpoint, I am thankful for all of my peers here...you know who you are...many days your words are the the highpoint of my day. I give back when I can, which is not often enough, but please know I am ever thankful.
I followed this man through a sea of people, observing his mannerisms, his posture, watching his hurt...when he turned, his face was exactly as I thought it would be: broken...thankless.
There is something special about lighthouses.They stand alone and forlorn in some of the most rugged places on earth performing a thankless yet noble duty. I loved the little rock pool with the splash of green seaweed so I had to include it in the composition.
A long walk in, via Gleann nan Caorann above Glen Falloch, yet again in the hours of darkness, is no guarantee of success. Mother Nature doesn't give two hoots whether some miniscule speck of life called a human decides to put the hours in, hoping the extra effort will somehow tip the balance in his favour. In this case she decided to mock the confident predictions of clear summits at dawn &, instead, provided copious quantities of rising thin cloud up southern slopes & over summits. This, as you would expect, lasted the duration of 'magic hour' before clearing just as the harsher light of a higher sun took hold. Exactly the same sequence happened in reverse at the close of day, hours later. Thanks, Mother Nature.
Jeez oh! - what a grouchy, thankless grump I can be at times. This vision of Laoigh, taken from Beinn Oss, may still provide plenty of interest to those smitten by the Highland giants, I suppose. It's an iconic, charismatic peak, dressed in a magnificent white coat, bathed in winter sunshine. Why complain?
Please excuse the drivel above. I may have to add schizophrenia as another excuse for baseless self-pity! :- )
Hi guys!
Sorry it's been so long between posting!
I have been very busy!
Good news, though: I start my accounting diploma course in less than a week!
In 2 years of college I will have an accounting Diploma, which I can put towards a 4 year degree after I've worked for a few years!
After more than a decade of wasted time with thankless going nowhere jobs, I am finally taking positive steps!
So, now that I have caught you guys up, this photo was taken at Eliston Lake, Calgary during the annual GlobalFest Fireworks show, a weeklong event which features stunning fireworks displays from various nations around the globe!
Cheers, my friends, and I truly hope you have all been well!
There's a Lady who knows...
read from the mighty tome
only now the sunlight shows
a very different way home
A lateral inclination announces the Sun
a liberal view confirms recognition
a thankful sound comforts whats yet to be done
a thankless task confronts a Seasons transition
Yet...in the shadow of a Winter Lime
without motion, not a breeze to tease
this minutia is calling this time
spellbound months now ready to appease...
by anglia24
© 2007anglia24
Explore: Feb 14, 2007 #99
"Being a caretaker is, and never will be, an easy job;
in fact, it is that hardest job in the world
and many times a thankless job.
You have to be the pillar of strength
even when you feel like you are crumbling to pieces inside."
~ Jenna Morasca ~
Coupling and uncoupling wagons always seems like a thankless job, throw in some -3 temperatures and a snow storm or two with driving winds and this chap has earnt his Christmas Bonus.
I postponed my trip north to my old chum Richards because of the extreme weather. With snow forecast in Cornwall i couldn't resist the temptation and popped down the A38.
It seemed everywhere i went the snow wasn't except for some pretty heavy snow showers. I did pop into Plymouth on the way home which had the snow which was supposed to be for Liskeard.
Moorswater is the location, 70816 caught running around its train.
StĂłra-Dimon | SuĂ°urland (South Iceland)
This is the last photo I'll be posting from our recent trip to Iceland. However, because there were species we either didn't see or didn't get many shots of this time round - such as the Rock Ptarmigan - I'm going to be adding a few previously unpublished images from our last visit in 2015. Whilst I enjoyed both trips, I don't think we'll be returning, so I'm going to use this opportunity to make sure my Flickr Iceland album contains all the photos I want it to, particularly as the album I had on my original website is now effectively lost.
____________________________________________________
WILDLIFE PHOTOGRAPHY ADVENTURES
'the experiences, the places, the species and more ....'
In respect of my new 'reincarnated' website www.tickspics.com I'm still spending all my current free time in trying to make it 'mobile friendly' - a rather thankless, but necessary task to comply with Google's SEO requirements. As soon as that is out of the way, I'll be regularly adding new content including an extended write-up about both our Iceland trips.
[18:15] Akiel Martian held up to fingers, "..make it two..", he said and sat back against the bar, watching the door a moment, "..oi've been hunting..and doin' what oi do best, watchin' all yer backs from the Shadows..just canna be watch 'all' of ye' all the time.."
[18:18] Fluffy Snoodle waits for the drinks to be served and turns around with hers in hand, taking small sips from it for now, "Well, Ayr wont be happy to know that you were alone most of today." She'd say tapping her fingers on the glass. "I've actally been craving some action lately. It's been too quiet."
[18:21] Akiel Martian reached into his pocket and pulled out the respectable amunt for tip along with the two drinks, setting it on the counter as the two beverages were served. Syle's right hand came around to grab the bottle, "..Ayr already know..", he said, tipping the beverage back, taking a long drag, "..oi dun fear the UAC, oi've inta the middle of three of em, dissarmed them and walked away..oi dun need a buddy ta help me ta get ta work..me job as a Shadow is ta help intel and protect the Pack, oi dun need no one in the Pack protectin' me..", he said, watching the door again, "..Ayr knows me well enough ta know, oi keep ta me'self, when oi need help, oi'll ask..n' oi wont be shy ta ask either..aint no false pride in this Wolf, Fluffers.."
[18:25] Fluffy Snoodle nods slowly, the bottle attached to her lips now. "You know...that may be so but there was a UAC raid outside of here earlier. An entire raid, Wolf. You have to be more careful now. The pack may have more members in it now but few old ones. I'd like to keep it the way it is." Fluffys tails would flick around behind her now, "Losing any family member due to the carelessness of them isn't in my agenda, and losing them to the UAC is even farther from it." She'd pause again and take another drag. "Though, That's just the way I look at things. I should be more considerate of you though, we're alike in some ways. We don't ask for help when it's not needed and we're loners it seems." She'd stop at that and perk a brow to him, waiting for his two cents.
[18:30] Akiel Martian: "It seems, naw, that the way it is..they say ye' canna have two alpha wolves in any Pack, n' that aint completely true.. oi've always been me own Alpha, n' oi always will be, oi protect the Pack, because it need protectin'..", he raised that left mechanical arm and flexed the fingers of it, small cervos being heard. His gaze narrowed, "..oi gave up me left arm fightin' them Cyborgs..haven yer' arm ripped from it socket and crushed infront o' yer face, aint nothin' ta describe it..n' oi still be here..", he considered her a moment, "..aye, oi have a feelin' too that we be havin' a wee bit in common, maybe that's why oi can joke with ye'..", he said shrugging.
[18:35] Fluffy Snoodle looks down to her bottle and nods some, "I'm sorry I left the pack before the cyborgs attacks, I really am." She'd sigh and look at the beer still left in the bottle, "Heh, that's twice in a week the cyborg attack has been mentioned to me. Maybe it's trying to tell me something." She'd pause to take another swig of her booze, "I feel there is something I should do for the pack that I haven't been able to. Ayr appolgized for the pack letting me down the night of the explosion - "Which infact made her pause in thought, "Mmm, helping save Ayrs life that night just doesn't seem like enough. The pack lost too much from the cybrogs, and I don't mean lives by that, I mean everything in general. It just doesn't seem the same anymore."
[18:39] Akiel Martian: "No..it aint..alot was taken away..", he said, cranning his head back, glug, glug, glug. He reached back setting the now empty bottle atop the counter top, "..oi dinna know ye' were in the Pack befor the attacks..oi've been with the Pack almost a full year now..'ow could oi have missed such a perty face?"
[18:43] Fluffy Snoodle shrugs as she keeps staring to the contents of the bottle, "I wasn't around much. Didn't feel I fit in. The only person who seemed to remember me was Ayr actually. Everyone else just walked by me." She'd shrug and finally look over to Syle, "Tell me something, how does one find their meaning to life?" She'd ask, "I'm going to be alive for many years to come and I don't want to make it a never ending search. I will...have seen my friends die over the years, I've seen the effects of war and violence. It's not what I've been looking for and I just don't know how to handle it anymore." She'd kick her boots against the wooden counter, making a small indentation. "I just don't know what to do anymore."
[18:45] OmartelDax Dragovar glances inside and spots the pair of fellow Packies, grunting a light greeting as he enters inside.
[18:48] Akiel Martian: "Seems ye' n' oi have far more in common then ye' think..but, as fer what yer meanin' ta life be..", he raised his right hand, index fing point outwards, at the center of her chest just above her breasts, "..only yer heart can be tellin' ye' what that be..fer me, its fightin'..oi've known nothin' else in all me years of exsistance, oi faught to survive, oi've faught fer sport..", his hand lowered a bit, head tilting to the side, offering Dax a short lived nod, "..but, fightin' ta defend those who canna defend themselves..the look of gratitude on their faces fer helpin' them survive another day..that be me meanin' ta life.."
[18:53] Fluffy Snoodle looks back to Syle before offering a nod to Dax and looking down towards the indent she made into the wood, "I can hardly even help anyone anymore. They always go to Amara! They never even call me!" She growled out. "I became a medic to help people, though I can't even seem to do that right." A low growl would escape her throat as her tails flicked around in irritation. "They don't show respect anymore, and the only one that ever does is Dax." She'd say motioning to him, "The only one who actually tries to guard his family." She didn't mean that Syle never did...just that Dax was -always- there when help was needed. "I just don't kno anymore Syle, I really don't." The first time she's actually called him Syle too. "And just to top this off, the cherry on the goddamn top, Amara is Ashagi and the pack always goes to her! I'm the lead, I'm supposed to be there for them first. My goal in life was to help people out and see that gratitude like you aim for, but I can't do it anymore, I never get the chance. I only ever see blood and violence."
[18:56] OmartelDax Dragovar cocks a brow and looks up at the mention of his name in a few instances. Absently he brushes the hair out of his face and curls it behind his ear. He didnt have much to say this evening as he pulled out the long and thick handbook the MPD had given him. With a grunt he goes back to reading the rules...the many, many rules with a slight shake of his head.
[18:58] Akiel Martian shook his head, "..oi dun let Mitka or me'self get treated by Mara since oi found out..", he shook his head slowly, "..ye' be the only healer in the pack oi see and that one incident in the street dun count, Ayr walked off before oi could ask him ta help me ta the den n' oi could'ne get up alone..so unless ye' got yer'self some amazin' mucle mass in that wee form o' yer's..oi doubt ye' would'a carried me..", he snickered, shaking his head. Eyes narrowed, measure, "..Mara is a good lass, but oi dun agree with 'er..if the MPD started targetting Hybrids, oi throw me badge at the CHief so fast her head would spin.."
[19:03] Fluffy Snoodle couldn't help but to chuckle lightly at that, but the look on her face was still grave. "It doesn't seem to matter anymore. The medics are dying out from the pack anyways." She'd sigh and take a drag from her beer again before it'd get warm. "Life is just that way, huh? Always changing without notice. Sudden. We could all drop dead right here and no one would ever know what happened." The breeze from the open door would brush her hair against her face lightly, "Syle, I'm not as weak as I look. I can lift 250lbs, with effort, yes, but I can still do it. It irritates me...when the doctors from the MCMC think that they can push me away from my family and they can care for it themselves. The pack is supposed to stick together no matter what. We will help each other no matter what." That's just how it was though, never the way it should be.
[19:08] OmartelDax Dragovar puts his book down a moment and looks up, his gravelly voice not very loud at the moment, "Not to butt in...Im still new afterall. But I noticed that Tanner recently joined the Medics....and..its a very difficult proffession Fluff, not many are cut out for it. I know I couldnt. And it is very thankless at times, the ones you save normally unconcious when you save them... but.. medics are more important than anything else.. "grunts and shrugs his shoulders, "A soldier cant fight injured...easier to kill than to fix... I think people respect what you do more than you think. Just... isnt spoken outloud..." pauses a moment, as if he'd say more but grunts and shrugs his shoulder, going back to his handbook.
[19:08] Akiel Martian: "THat's nifty..", he smirked, impressed? Believe it, Syle always had a weakness for strong females, they were always the best breeders, "..well, oi aint the only one, so try n' hang in there Fluff..", he leaned over, bringing his right hand to cup her cheek if she'd allow it and wink, "..oi'll make ye a promise, from here on out, if ye' and the MC come at the same time, oi'll always pick ye over them, and if oi get the messanger signal from yer' phone sayin' it's on, n' ye' be around, ye'll always be the first oi'll call..", he gave a tilt of his head, "..how's that sound, lass?"
[19:09] Akiel Martian: "Dax be right, we need us some good healers, n' ye' one of the best.."
[19:15] Fluffy Snoodle continues to stare down to the bottle, even as Wolf would cup her cheek, "It just irritates me." She'd say with a quiet sigh. "Dax is right... I'm needed more than I think I am, though I think you guys know where I'm coming from for this." She'd finally set the bottle down and look from Wolf to Dax. "I appreciate it guys, and Wolf, you don't have to. I'd just like to know every once in awhile that I'm needed and I can't do that when I'm never called to help." She'd glance over to Dax, "And Dax, I know how you feel about medics. I remember talking to you about your past not too long ago." Her voice was quiet and she was indeed upset still. Anger running her veins like a poison that refused to go away. The grave look on her face plastered there like it would never come off, "I just wish people would show more respect to the ones that help them. The Beta and Alpha included in that. We're never thanked for all we do to help you all out."
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Never been a big fan of cops. Don't deal well with authority of any kind. But they have a thankless job. And they often get overlooked until they go bad. Yet, when someone mugs you on a dark street or busts into your home, you want a guy (or woman) in blue as your personal protector. Even then you bitch because they don't do enough for you.
This statue stands on a hillside, overlooking the Allegheny River, keeping an eye on Downtown Pittsburgh. Like a real cop, he's out there 24/7. Even when icicles hang six inches long off the bill of his hat.
go ahead, make his day.
When President Biden finally, but far too late, withdrew his candidacy in the summer of 2024, everyone had long since felt that it was too late to stop Trump. The Democrats had missed their chance to dethrone the old king, and Harris had the thankless task of picking up the pieces and taking up the campaign. The Democrats made it too easy for Trump – with the well-known consequences for the whole world: destabilisation of world politics, selective isolationism, destruction of long-standing alliances, protectionism, dismantling of democracy in the US, autocracy by an old, white narcissist who aggressively pursues social regression – to name but a few.
This is the everyday scene of a Garbage Container of our city. Like all other scavengers Crows are regular visitor too. They eat whatever they can, cut down the volume of trash and make the city cleaner at least to some extent.
This lady comes door to door selling sheets, mangoes, and other items. Despite such a thankless job and many personal troubles, she always has a smile on her face.
I woke this morning to unexpected snow and an imagined chorus of newbie tulips crying “what the fuck” - they should have known – this is Colorado and common wisdom says that predicting the weather is a thankless task - right now it’s looking pretty much like back to winter (except for the flowers) - kind of surreal - look! there goes my neighbor the happy canadian with her skis strapped to the top of her little red car - good for her - some body has to do it - me? I’ve got the heat turned on for the first time in weeks and have enough coffee and cigarettes to not have to go anywhere so I think I’ll try to get to some stuff I’ve been neglecting . . .
In 1929 West Wycombe village was put up for sale by the Dashwood family (of the nearby stately home West Wycombe Park) to raise cash following that year's Wall Street Crash. It was bought in its entirety by the Royal Society for the Encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce (better known as the Royal Society of Arts, or simply the RSA) as part of the Society's "Campaign for the Preservation of Ancient Cottages". In 1934, after extensive repairs, the Society handed the property over to the National Trust.
Today it survives as a perfectly preserved village of cottages and inns from the 15th to the 18th centuries.
Although the village is mostly linear, running along the old A40, Church Lane which passes under Church Loft is a pleasant diversion. A steep street of listed cottages running up to the Dashwoods' Mausoleum, West Wycombe Caves, aka Hell Fire Caves, and the Church of St Lawrence.
Although long distance traffic has mostly been diverted onto the M40 a few miles to the west, the old A40 remains quite a busy road that does this picturesque village few favours. It always looks incredibly dusty and I fear the neighbour across the street cleaning her windows must have a thankless task. However I console myself that the dust is probably 'authentic', and the village looks more like it did when roads were unsurfaced than the usual sterile perfection of most National Trust properties.
(And let's hope the National Trust don't slather it with whitewash and take all the character out of it like they have with so many of their timber-framed properties in recent years.)
Tessar vs Planar only at an open aperture and directly in a close-up portrait.
And shooting a “outside portrait” is shooting a portrait in an environment.
Since shooting an environment in a small format is a thankless task, I carry a medium format with me when I’m not in the studio.
And due to the large amount of movement outside the studio, COMPACT is very important.
Compact in medium format.. quite compact 6X4.5 Mamiya Super with a standard lens from my bag,
against the 6x6 Baldaxette II in the right corner of the ring.
There aren't many winners in the compact category these days.
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Exchange, sale or options with my additional payment..
- I am open to all offers.
a little more photos from Baldaxette in album here :