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This is one end of one of the longest pedestrian bridge in Europe. Its name is Sölvesborgsbron and here it lies in the beautiful sunlight.
Towards the end of the boat trip I managed to photograph the lighthouse from an angle I wouldn't get without a boat. Luckily some gannets were flying above - which (for me) was a very welcome addition to the scenery.
San Francisco, CA
View towards the neighbourhood 'Nob Hill' and on the right in the back the skyline of the 'Financial District'
Blick in Richtung des Viertels 'Nob Hill' und rechts im Hintergrund das Viertel 'Financial District'
Some buildings/ einige Gebäude:
'Salesforce Tower'
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There were loads of performers along the way but the bank was heaving with tourists so I moved on quickly to get some shots clear of people !!!
Next time maybe I will take some shots of the acts.
1. Mind-Boggling, 2. a box of autumn colour, 3. Doors... , 4. file, 5. in space and in time, 6. Untitled, 7. Untitled, 8. things found, 9. vintage oil can collection, 10. Untitled, 11. Ferm Living, 12. ., 13. to the lake, 14. Untitled, 15. vakantie, 16. Conversations
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BGKT WDP-4 #20092 "VIKRAM" in LHF blasting towards MISROD @ good speed charging 19713 JP-SC Express.
This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
Zatanna and Jason split up to cover more ground, walking towards opposite sides of San Francisco. Jason instructed Zatanna to teleport him to herself if/when she found Klarion, which Zatanna agreed to do, despite the fact that she’s never actually done that teleportation spell properly. She’s teleported herself through magically-formed portals on numerous occasions, but she’s never successfully teleported someone else to herself. Zatanna is a “showoff”, if you will, who might brag about a skill she doesn’t have. She disregards her own flaws, even blatantly obvious ones.
She waltzed along a sidewalk, still clad in her greyscale tuxedo and top hat, with her white-tipped wand still tight in hand. She looked left and right for Klarion, but all she saw was darkness, and all she heard was silence. Within said silence, she thought to herself about how she regretted lying to Jason. Zatanna was a very regretful person, despite her aforementioned disregard for negatives. It’s as if her positives were used as a shield to hide negatives, like lies and mistakes, from those around her, and said negatives were internalized. To put it bluntly, her mouth is saying “look at me, I’m flawless” but her brain is frequently telling her the opposite.
Abruptly, her self-deprecation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps from behind her. She swiftly rotated 180º to see a man in an orange scarf wielding a wooden baseball bat in hand. The man smirked before swinging the bat at Zatanna’s head, an attack which was managed to be avoided via summersault. From the ground, she pointed her wand toward the man’s weapon and cast a spell.
“Rewolf!”
The bat vanished in a poof of pink smoke, and in its place was a red rose.
“Heh. Very funny” he reacted before throwing the flower at the ground and pulling a handgun from his pocket. He pointed the pistol at the now standing Zatanna and lowered his finger towards the trigger. As a quick defence mechanism, Zatanna cast yet another spell, now pointing downward with the wand. A portal formed beneath her, which she fell into. The man was confused by this action. Zatanna, who had now reappeared behind him, grabbed the man by his shoulders and raised her bent leg up to his back, bashing her knee against his spine. In this quick surge of pain, the man dropped his firearm. Zatanna grabbed her wand, which was just then briefly in her pocket, and pointed it at the grounded pistol, chanting yet another spell.
“Evod!”
The pistol, like the bat before it, disappeared in a poof of smoke. This time, in its place was a dove, which quickly flew out of sight.
“Alright! You’re starting to get on my nerves” said the man while turning around. He rolled up his sleeves and threw his fist at her jaw, but she caught the fist. “You’re… Stronger than you look” he admitted.
“I know” she snarked. She shoved the wand back in her pocket with her other hand before successfully landing a punch on his abdomen. His fist released from her clutch as he stepped back and grabbed his stomach, letting out a “ugh”. As retaliation, he reached for his other pocket. In his way was a can of soup, which he swiftly rolled into a nearby alley. Zatanna’s eyes trailed off to see where the soup was going. She saw a woman sitting in the alley, clad in violet, whom the soup was presumably for. Zatanna was distracted enough by the can that she didn’t even notice the golden amulet that was now in the man’s hand. He chanted a spell, causing a flash of yellow light to appear from the amulet. The light blasted Zatanna backward, causing her to fly several feet, landing on the pavement in a seated position.
“Now” the scarfed man said into a communication device. Zatanna took note of a blue-coated gentleman who stepped foot from yet another alley. She tried to stand up and fend off both men, but her standing was prevented due to the blue-coated man reaching for a handgun and making a successful shot at Zatanna’s shoulder. In pain, she sat back down before lying back, her hat rolling off of her head and her blood making a small puddle from under her. Her limbs were weak both from her fall onto the pavement and the bullet lodged into her arm. As her injured body laid, the scarfed man ran over to her before repeatedly kicking her side. She winced, and wanted to fight back, but was in too much agony to move. She tried to chant a spell, or at least let out a shriek for help, but all that came from her lips was a quiet cough. Through her blurred vision she could barely see the man in blue coming closer. Once he arrived, he kneeled onto her stomach and gave a final blow. A punch to the nose, strong enough for her to now fall unconscious.
~Madam Web
View across Grasmere towards Loughrigg taken from the landing stages just outside the village of Grasmere.
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This shot is a practice run for this weeks SSC challenge, which is "Joiners" i.e an image that has several photos stitched together to create the final image. This is a view looking towards Halstead and is 9 images stitched together.
Hair - Magika [03] Stumble
- Magika [01] Drastic
Underwear - Zaara : Chanchal Lingerie
- VA Creations - Swimsuits
A class 40 D353 with brake tender heads towards Pighue Lane and Olive Mount with a train of coal empties from either Canada dock or Stanley to one of the St Helens area coal fields.
Sitting in the bus stop near the Old Dungeon Ghyll Hotel in the Lake District, looking towards Pike of Blisco, Great Gable, Black Crags and the Borrowdale Fells.
All of the full-service restaurants are in this area. Johnny Rocket's, Bar Louie, and Rainforest Cafe. The Star Theatres is over in this area as well. I wonder if this section stays open later than the rest of the mall.
The massive, approximately 1,400,000 square foot, Great Lakes Crossing Outlets was opened on Novemeber 12th 1998. Taubman developed this mall after a plan by Mills to build "Auburn Mills" on the site fell through. Great Lakes Crossing is obviously a Mills inspired mall. The original anchors of the mall were Bass Pro Shops, JCPenney Outlet, Burlington Coat Factory, Sportmart, and Star Theatres. Of those main anchors, JCPenney Outlet closed and Sportmart (another source says it may have been Oshman's) became Sports Authority. A number of mid-size anchor stores such as T.J. Maxx, Marshalls, Group USA, Saks Off Fifth Outlet, Lord & Taylor Outlet, Neiman Marcus Last Call, SeaLife aquarium, Forever 21, and Bed Bath & Beyond are also found at this mall.
The mall appears to be doing very well based on how I saw it. I only noticed a handful of vacancies and most of those vacancies appear to have happened within the months prior to my visit. The largest vacancy at the mall was a former Toby Keith's I Love This Bar And Grill location, which closed in late 2015. The mall also seemed to have heavy foot-traffic and full parking lots. I was planning to eat here as well but all the tables in the food court had people at them and the full service restaurants, like Rainforest Cafe, all had waits. This is a little departure from me covering mostly dead or dying malls. I thought it was odd to see a mall with an aquarium in it as well!
Great Lakes Crossing Outlets (January 23, 2016) - Auburn Hills, Michigan
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Another shot from yesterday. This one is a panorama made from 5 hand held vertical shots. Merged in photomerge.
Looking towards Akaroa, day two of my friends visit from London I took them over the Port hills to Akaroa. We had such a beautiful day and they enjoyed the trip. November 2, 2013 New Zealand.
Banks Peninsula is situated in about the middle of the east coast of the South Island on the margin of the Canterbury Plains. It is approximately 450 sq. miles in area and its highest point is Herbert Peak, 3,014 ft. It comprises two extinct volcanoes which were active less than half a million years ago. Their craters have subsequently been enlarged to many times their original size by stream erosion; they were then invaded by the sea during the postglacial world-wide rise in sea level beginning about 15,000 years ago. They now form the harbours of Lyttelton and Akaroa. Originally Banks Peninsula was an island, but it became tied to the Canterbury Plains at some late stage in geological history when the growing alluvial plain reached its base.
Akaroa is the larger volcano and probably reached a height of over 4,500 ft. Estimates of its original height are uncertain, since they cannot be based solely on the projection of existing lava slopes upwards for the reason that volcanoes of this type often have domed profiles with a falling off in gradient towards their tops. The flows consist mostly of basalt and andesite, and ash beds are not very common. Thick hard lava flows, suitable for quarry sites, are surprisingly hard to find. Dykes, vertical walls of volcanic rock pushed up fissures from below, are common and form prominent ridges in places. In the case of Lyttelton Volcano their radical arrangement centres on Quail Island, which, therefore, is thought to be near the site of the original vent. The original vent for Akaroa Volcano is considered to be near Onawe Peninsula. Because the volcanoes are situated sufficiently close to one another there is a zone of intermingling of their lava flows several miles wide, hence the impossibility of saying from which volcano the various flows originated. At a fairly late stage in the geological history of these volcanoes, when the topography was similar to that of the present day, lava was erupted from near Herbert Peak and flowed down the southern slopes of Lyttelton Harbour to form the prominent spur on which Diamond Harbour now stands. The lower slopes of the peninsula are mantled with a yellow, wind-blown silt, called loess, which was blown by the norwesters during the most recent ice advances from the wide beds of rivers such as the Waimakariri. An alternative theory is that the loess originated from sand banks out to sea. During the lowered sea level periods of the ice ages these became land and the silt was then blown inland by the prevailing easterlies. Moa bones, as well as gizzard stones of these and smaller birds, are common in the loess, which is now used quite extensively for brick and pipe manufacture.
Banks Peninsula has a somewhat more salubrious climate than Canterbury Plains, with a higher rainfall and fewer frosts, particularly on the lower slopes. Snow is common on the highest slopes during the winter months and often lies for several weeks on the tops, although the thickness is not great.
For More Info: www.teara.govt.nz/en/1966/banks-peninsula
Terry Fox running towards the Soft Warm Evening Sun at the end of his Trek but the beginning of his Legacy.
The Terry Fox Monument, situated in the outskirts of Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, on the North Shore of Lake Superior is a public monument commemorating cancer research activist Terry Fox's Marathon of Hope.[1] The monument, which depicts Fox is open to the public and offers a panoramic view of Thunder Bay and its surroundings.
The statue was created by sculptor Manfred Pervich[2] to mark the place where Fox was forced to halt his run on August 31, 1980. It is not located at the exact spot where he ended the run, however, but is approximately four kilometres further west;[3] the exact spot where Fox ended the run is noted only by a private marker not readily visible from the road.[4]
Terry Fox Monument is located on Highway 11/17 near Thunder Bay. The 9-foot statue is set on a 45-ton granite base with a foundation of local amethyst, and it commands a panoramic view of Lake Superior. The monument depicts Terry Fox during his run.
Terrance Stanley Fox CC OD (July 28, 1958 – June 28, 1981) was a Canadian athlete, humanitarian, and cancer research activist. In 1980, with one leg having been amputated due to cancer, he embarked on an east-to-west cross-Canada run to raise money and awareness for cancer research. Although the spread of his cancer eventually forced him to end his quest after 143 days and 5,373 kilometres (3,339 mi), and ultimately cost him his life, his efforts resulted in a lasting, worldwide legacy. The annual Terry Fox Run, first held in 1981, has grown to involve millions of participants in over 60 countries and is now the world's largest one-day fundraiser for cancer research; over C$850 million has been raised in his name as of September 2022.