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Lost!
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I'm across
Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved
No better and no worse
I just got lost!
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along will come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost!
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the firing's stopped
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Oh and I'm just waiting til the shine wears off
Thoughts are the "Seeds of our Deeds" and sometimes a good Thought is like a Birth, an Eyeblink at the beginning of a Row evolving to the Deeds we later do, following our Knowledge we found while thinking... It is still awesome for me to see how we experience this Moments. There are Developemnets in my Past I still remember where, or better when they started, when there was the first Spark of an Idea or Thought... Looking back it is almost unbelieveable how "that Eyeblink" grow to such a Size. We kould say your Life, the Days and Deeds are the Fruits of your Work on Thinking you´ve done earlier, so your Thoughts are very important my Friend, don´t allow you to think and believe Everything!
(...like Eating: too much or the wrong Diet would deprave your Stomach...)
pART of Pure candidus
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Thought I would try and pack more detail into one of my smallest aircraft. 1/72 AV-8B with the 'easy' wings...more to come.
Not the most original title..
Had to visit a customer today in London and whilst I didn't get much time for it, thought I'd try and devote a little of it to photography during my commute..
Certainly inspired by the fantastic work of one my Flickr Friends:
www.flickr.com/photos/gollums_photos/
Check out his fantastic work if you have chance.
www.flickr.com/photos/gollums_photos/sets/72157628930498425/
My heart hurts so much. For everything. For myself. My life. The country. The people of this country. The people that care. The frustration with people that don’t care. I saw this pigeon struggling in the parking lot as I was walking to the liquor store, for five shooters of vodka. I didn’t know what to do. And I I walked by and looked at it flapping around on the pavement, I cried and said to God over and over again, I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry for waking away and not doing anything. As I walked back from the liquor store, it was still in the parking lot, but sitting upright and wings to its side. I decided to pick it up and move it to a grassy area, the golf course :( I really didn’t know what to do, leave it, take it home (and do what???), take it to a vet (who probably isn’t open at 9pm at night, take it to the ambulance I saw in my parking lot at my apartment & hope they could give it a sedative to make it pass away.... I left my stuff by the sidewalk, approached it from the front and slowly in hopes of not scaring it any more, and I picked it up and put my hands around it. I wanted to calm it. It didn’t struggle when I picked it up. I moved it to the grass, and I don’t expect it to pull through, I hope it doesn’t struggle all night but it might, I don’t want it to be in the middle of the golf course when the golfers are there in the morning, I hope it makes it. I couldn’t tell if a wing was broken. I held it and then put it in the grass. It sat for a while, then started stretching its wings and flapping again. I went back and put my hands around it and tried to smoothe it down. I couldn’t leave. I felt guilty. I felt like I did when my dad died and I wasn’t there at the moment he died, and when I saw him after and had some time to spend with him alone in the room, I felt guilty leaving for the last time. I apologized to the bird. I didn’t want it to die alone.
Our library invited Frank (sorry, I didn't get his last name) to talk about Canada's role in the space program. It turns out that we have always played our part inters of astronauts, engineers, and equipment, such a the Canada Arm.
I was just shooting photos to record the event, but someone said that they really liked this candid image of him reflecting on a question, so I decided to work with it a little more.
I texturized the background and processed it in both mono and colour.
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A series of unreleased books from the late sixties and early seventies: "Thoughts on Scandinavian Architecture and design". By The Infamous Press
This U.S. Army Air Forces (USAAF) P-38 was built in 1944 by the Lockheed Aircraft Corporation in Burbank, California. Although the aircraft did not see combat during WWII, it did see service in Honduras until 1960. The aircraft went through several name changes before being repainted with the combat markings of Capt. V.E. as “Thoughts of Midnight.” Captain Verl Erwin Jett was a pilot in the USAAF 431st Fighter Squadron, 475th Fighter Group posted to Papua New Guinea in 1943. The special nose art was applied by Capt. Jett during his New Guinea combat operations, likely dreaming of his sweetheart back home.
As a deadly close attack aircraft, the P-38 Lightning was feared by enemy ground troops who nicknamed it the Fork-Tailed Devil. Only 26 P-38 Lightnings survive today, 9 of them are considered airworthy.