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Spittal beach in Northumberland has some wonderfully patterned rock formations which lend themselves nicely to a bit of abstract art
Very sadly many years ago my Great grandfather was washed up on these shores, after losing his life in the Eyemouth fishing disaster on October 14th 1881
It was known as Black Friday, the UK's worst ever fishing disaster.
189 men lost their lives, including my Great grandfather, his son, his brother and two of his wife's brothers. Eyemouth alone lost 129 menfolk and many of their families had watched on in vain, as the boats had tried desperately to return to harbour
They had put to sea that day as money was short and they needed to pay the tithe demanded by the Church of Scotland. Twenty six boats in total were engulfed by the storm that arose that day. A storm of extraordinary violence
There was an occasional miraculous story, when days later a boat limped into harbour, having beaten the storm but left those onboard traumatised
The Eyemouth museum has a tapestry, depicting the scene, with details of all those lost.
There are many times I pass this barn, and I think Ooooooo! But more often than not, courtesy of the 50mph average speed limit just there, I have cars immediately behind me, and there is no where to easily pull up.
Mind you last time I was there and had parked at the roadside, some woman drew up along side me, wound down the window of her almighty, I am superior to thou, SUV, scowled at me, and barked aggressively " You can't take that!" leaving me traumatised and withered at the side of the road as she disappeared off down the road never to be seen again.(Mind you I would give her What For if I did see her again!)
Oh BTW HFF.
...and terribly sad to see the unbearable images of poor Ukrainian children, women and men, traumatised, injured or dead under the bombs of the russian dictator.
The only thing I can do and that you can do is to send parcels of food, clothes, medicine, or money...
Impossible not to be affected :
Here We Go Again... What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
Debbie's Birthday Cake — How Hard Can It Be?
🎵 Music www.youtube.com/watch?v=qK5KhQG06xU&list=RDqK5KhQG06x...
Debbie's Birthday Cake — How Hard Can It Be?
Pippa hadn't planned an adventure for today.
In fact, she'd deliberately kept the entire day free.
Debbie's birthday was coming up, and Pippa had decided she was going to make her best friend a birthday cake.
Not buy one.
Not order one.
Make one.
This wasn't an adventure.
This was simply Pippa doing something nice for Debbie.
Which, considering recent events, was an extremely optimistic assessment.
Pippa had watched enough baking programmes to feel reasonably confident.
Admittedly, she'd also watched several medical dramas.
Nobody had yet suggested she perform surgery.
She had a vision.
Three perfect layers.
Silky pink buttercream.
Delicate piping.
Something elegant, sophisticated and worthy of Debbie's birthday.
Pippa tied on her apron and opened the recipe book.
Butter.
Sugar.
Eggs.
Flour.
“How hard can this be?”
The kitchen remained suspiciously quiet.
Pippa began.
Cream the butter and sugar.
Easy.
Add the eggs.
Easy.
Fold in the flour.
Still easy.
Then Pippa switched on the mixer.
A small cloud of flour rose from the bowl.
Pippa coughed.
She turned the mixer up.
This turned out to be the wrong response.
A considerably larger cloud of flour exploded across the kitchen.
Pippa switched it off.
Silence returned.
She looked at the worktop.
Then at the floor.
Then at herself.
It appeared to have snowed indoors.
Pippa wiped some flour from her nose.
“Fine.”
The recipe hadn't specifically said the flour needed to remain in the bowl.
She carried on.
By eleven o'clock, Pippa had revised elegant to homemade.
The cakes went into the oven.
Pippa waited.
She checked through the glass.
Nothing.
Five minutes later, she checked again.
Still nothing.
Pippa wasn't entirely sure how quickly cakes were supposed to develop, but she felt they could be showing a little more enthusiasm.
Eventually they began to rise.
Pippa smiled.
Then one rose slightly more than the other.
Pippa frowned.
One side appeared to be developing ambitions.
“Stay level.”
The cake ignored her.
Pippa was beginning to notice a pattern in her relationship with inanimate objects.
By lunchtime, homemade had become rustic.
Still, the cakes tasted wonderful.
Pippa knew this because a small piece had accidentally broken off.
Then another small piece broke off while she was checking the first piece.
Quality control was important.
Next came the buttercream.
This was where Pippa intended to shine.
She mixed the icing until it was beautifully pink, filled a piping bag and carefully began decorating.
The first swirl was lovely.
The second was slightly less lovely.
The third appeared to have lost confidence halfway through.
Pippa stopped.
She looked at the piping bag.
The piping bag offered no explanation.
She tried again.
A large quantity of buttercream landed somewhere Pippa hadn't intended.
By three o'clock, rustic had become full of character.
Pippa stood back.
The cake was definitely leaning.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to suggest it had somewhere else to be.
She added more buttercream to one side.
The cake straightened.
Pippa smiled.
Then it leaned the other way.
She added more buttercream.
At this point, the icing was no longer merely decorative.
It had become structural.
Pippa decided not to dwell on this.
She added sprinkles.
Lots of sprinkles.
Sprinkles, Pippa discovered, were extremely useful because nobody could see what was happening underneath them.
By four o'clock, Pippa's only remaining ambition was that Debbie would look at it and immediately recognise it as cake.
She added one final pink swirl.
Then stopped.
Enough.
Pippa had learned something from pottery.
Eventually, you had to stop touching things.
She stood back and looked at her creation.
The kitchen was a disaster.
There was flour on the floor.
Buttercream on the worktop.
Sprinkles in places Pippa suspected would still be discovered at Christmas.
And somehow there was icing in her hair.
But in the middle of it all sat Debbie's birthday cake.
Pink.
Cheerful.
Slightly wonky.
And absolutely unmistakably homemade.
Pippa smiled.
It wasn't quite the elegant cake she'd imagined that morning.
One side required considerably more buttercream than the other.
And Pippa suspected the word rustic was currently doing some very heavy lifting.
But she'd made it herself for Debbie.
Every wonky bit.
Every swirl.
Every sprinkle.
And somehow...
that made it perfect.
Pippa carefully carried the cake to the refrigerator.
She placed it inside.
Closed the door.
Waited.
Then opened it again.
Still standing.
She closed the door.
Five seconds later, she checked again.
Still standing.
This was encouraging.
Tomorrow she'd give it to Debbie.
Tonight, Pippa looked around the kitchen.
There were bowls everywhere.
Every spoon she owned appeared to be dirty.
The mixer looked traumatised.
Pippa considered cooking dinner.
There was a long pause.
She picked up her phone.
“Takeaway.”
The kitchen had suffered enough.
Made with my Second Life avatar, Ai and edited in Photoshop
༺ Photography and Story by Pippa ༻
A year ago, I confessed to someone that I have a love of good cover versions of songs, and they gave me a list of twenty song covers they thought I would enjoy. Back in September of last year, I looked at that list again, and thought, wouldn't it be fun to make a picture for every song on that list?
Song number 19 on the playlist is Reach Out I'll Be There, as covered by Jonathan Wilson.
When I thought about how to express this song as a picture, I read through its lyrics. The song is about reaching out to someone who is feeling like they are sad and hopeless and can't go on, to help them, and that reminded me of that movie scene that traumatised so many of our childhoods, the one from The NeverEnding Story where Atreyu's wonderful white horse, Artax, is killed by his despair causing him to sink into the murky depths of The Swamp of Sadness. Atreyu was trying to pull Artax out of his misery and motivate him, but failed, because, as sometimes happens (including to people), the sadness was simply too great for Artax to overcome. In my mind, I began to picture a similar situation with a less traumatic outcome, where reaching out to Artax actually worked, and friendship and love did win out over despair.
And thus, the concept for this photo was born.
37706 handles 1Z54 15.08 Carlisle - Chester "Dalesman" solo after 47245 was removed at Carnforth. We spent an uncomfortable 20 minutes here surrounded by a herd of inquisitive young cows and bulls getting way too close at times but we escaped traumatised but unharmed, they even followed us across the fields to the car. Tuesday 26 July 2022.
Blue Angel!
Merlebleu de l'Est
Eastern bluebird
Sialia sialis
Une séance photographique d'un grand bonheur dimanche dernier grâce à Michel Paquin qui a localisé l'oiseau. J'ai eu l'occasion de le photographier debout, assise, à genoux appuyée sur une pierre tombale. Je ne croyais avoir le courage de faire cela après avoir été traumatisée par une scène du film Carrie!! Ce Merlebleu m'a donné tout un spectacle et j'ai encore plein de clichés à vous présenter!
Time to reflect on those who gave their lives in conflict on land, sea or air. Also to think of those who came home wounded and traumatised.
Not taken in France but in Yorkshire.
Varanasi (inde) - Encore une photo d'enfants du bidonville de la Kharbuza.
Le petit garçon voulait à tout pris que je le prenne en photo avec sa petite voisine. Elle, n'était vraiment pas enchantée de cette rapide séance photo. Pour ne pas la traumatise plus encore je n'ai pris qu'une seule image.
Varanasi (India) - Another photo of children from the Kharbuza slum.
The little boy absolutely wanted me to take a picture of him with her little neighbor. She was really not thrilled with this quick photo shoot. So as not to traumatize her even more I took only one image.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland, captured in January 2025.
The events unfolding in the United States of America are shocking but not surprising. I'm not the only one that saw this coming long before the current president was elected. Now, however, he and his administration are saying the quiet parts out loud.
When he says, "I am a dictator, sometimes you need one," it isn't a joke. He is revealing his true intent. He worships dictators like Putin.
When he talks about serving for a 3rd or even 4th term as president, he isn't joking. The entire pretext of deploying masses of ICE agents to Minnesota, a blue state with a tiny illegal immigrant population compared to red states such as Florida or Texas, is not to control immigration. His federal ICE troops are there to stoke anger, to foment a violent reaction in order to declare martial law and instate the Insurrection Act.
None of this is new. We saw it in 1930s Germany although, back then, we didn't have mobile phones recording it from every conceivable angle.
I saw multiple videos of Renee Good waving on ICE agents, not obstructing them, and trying to escape being surrounded by turning her wheels away from ICE agents both in reverse and moving forward at slow speed. Her last words, with a genuine smile, were "That's fine, dude. I'm not mad at you." Now an independent autopsy found that the fatal shot was through the side of her head, through the side window of her car, when there was clearly no risk to the agent that shot her. She was killed for daring to not be intimidated by ICE. A military widow, remarried to her new wife and with three children. A good person by all non-administration accounts.
Not only did they lie about events. They deliberately smeared and slandered Renne Good's character, investigated her widow, and removed evidence from the scene to escape independent investigation.
"The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears." - George Orwell.
Now, again, after ICE agents were essentially given immunity from prosecution for murder, another good person is dead. An ICU nurse at a Veterans Association hospital. Alex Pretti, a 37 year old and again, by all non-government accounts, a good person that was simply filming ICE agents - exercising his legal right.
I have seen the videos from multiple angles, in slow motion, frame by frame, and he never resists the ICE agents. He never reaches for his holstered and legally carried weapon. He was disarmed with his gun being removed by one ICE agent, directly in front of the officer that would go on to shoot Alex. Disarmed over a second before any shots were fired. The shooting officer saw this. He fired into the back of the nurses head and kept firing into his lifeless body.
Alex's final act was to go to the aid of a woman who had been pushed down by ICE agents. He was then pepper sprayed, pulled to the ground, assaulted by numerous officers, pistol whipped in the head and then, while prone and trying to rub his eyes, executed. Murdered.
The president and his administration were quick to label another good person as a violent extremist, a domestic terrorist and a threat. They were quick to remove evidence, publish clearly verifiable lies and to smear another US citizens good character.
"The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears." - George Orwell.
This, on top of countless reports of children being traumatised by ICE agents actions, separated, removed, used as bait and terrorised. US citizens being arrested and taken away because of nothing other than the colour of their skin and a quota that ICE agents are allegedly financially encouraged to fulfil. Even off-duty police officers stopped and interrogated by ICE simply because of the colour of their skin. ICE agents that are poorly trained, trigger happy and even have clearly visible NAZI and racist tattoos. If this is how they behave in public, while being filmed, how are they treating the people that they are holding in concentration camps away from scrutiny?
These are the presidential "Brownshirts". The Sturmabteilung (SA). The agitators employed to terrorise civil society into violent reaction in order to end democracy.
The United States of America is now a fascist authoritarian police state.
Fascists do not go after violent criminals or attack powerful countries. They punch down. Always. They dehumanise minorities and shift the window of acceptable abuse. They stoke fear. They foment hate. This is the only way that they hold power.
I can only hope that this time, with fascist atrocities being filmed, streamed and shared, that enough people will stand up and prevent history from rhyming before the USA slides down the same slope that 1930s Germany did.
None of this is hyperbole. We are at that serious of an inflection point.
Souls have been sold, but there are many more good souls that can stand up to protect democracy.
Stand up. Document. Film. Share. Never give up.
Stay safe my friends. Stay safe.
I felt sorry for the Hypnotist I saw last night. He hypnotized 3 guys.
Then he dropped the mic on his foot and yelled, "Fuck Me!"
What happened next will haunt Me for the rest of My life.
Toujours avec sa langue pendante...
Faute à un vétérinaire que je nomme à présent "le boucher", qui, lors d'un détartrage, lui a enlevé........... QUINZE DENTS !!!
Il m'a mise devant le fait accompli !
Alors que mon Doudou mangeait normalement, sans le moindre souci !
Depuis, n'ayant pratiquement plus de dents du côté droit, il laisse pendre sa langue...
Sans compter qu'il a été littéralement traumatisé tant physiquement que moralement...
Il était totalement épuisé et amorphe et ne pouvait plus rien manger de solide (croquettes, friandises...) durant plusieurs semaines...
J'ai vraiment cru que j'allais le perdre :-(((
J'en veux terriblement à ce BOUCHER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*****
Always with his tongue hanging out...
Blame it on a veterinarian whom I now call "the butcher", who, during a scaling, removed him........... FIFTEEN TEETH !!!
He presented me with the accomplished fact !
While my Doudou ate normally, without the slightest concern !
Since then, having practically no more teeth on the right side, he lets his tongue hang out...
Not to mention that he was literally traumatized both physically and morally...
He was totally exhausted and amorphous and couldn't eat anything solid (kibbles, sweets...) for several weeks...
I really thought I was going to lose him :-(((
I am terribly angry with this BUTCHER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_parrot
We are back at the Maleny Bird World and Botanic Gardens in the Sunshine Coast hinterland. Almost first up, we met what is said to be the bird kingdom's most intelligent, the African Grey Parrot*. This one actually sang songs including Old MacDonald's Farm. Birds never cease to amaze me. These birds here are mostly rescued from different sources such as the illegal wildlife trade or,owners who can no longer look after them and resettled in their new homes, doted over by their caters and the public alike. This is great news because they often come in highly traumatised as a result of how they have been treated.
It's a very sad fact, that like certain other animals and humans, trauma can cause terrible consequences and is very real. When we had our beautiful boy, Clarry (the Sulphur Created Cockatoo *) he was badly traumatised by contractors working on our bathroom upgrade during the day while we were absent. We will never know what they did, whether it was intentional or he was just upset by their noise or what. But he got very emotionally sick afterwards and had to be treated by a bird psychologist (specialising vet) with both medicine and emotional readjustment treatment. He did come good thanks to that intervention and our love but as you can imagine, few get that sort of help.
I have cut in close to our friend here. It does have a beautiful red tail which you can just see peeking through on the left.
* Spot the difference - Cockatoo and Parrot
"There are twenty-one bird species in the cockatoo family. The cockatoo (or Cacatuidae) family is included in the order Psittaciformes, but they are not classified as “true parrots.”
One of the biggest differences between cockatoos and other parrots are the feathers on top of their heads. Cockatoos have unique crest feathers that are moveable, and unlike the “true” parrot species, cockatoos have a gall bladder!
Cockatoos also do not have oil glands that commonly facilitate preening. Instead, cockatoos produce a fine powder that results from the breakdown of downy feathers. This powder helps to protect their feathers and keep them clean. As a result, they create a lot of “dust” which may not be good for people with allergies.
The smallest species in the cockatoo family is the cockatiel and the largest is the Yellow-Tailed Black Cockatoo. Cockatoos are mostly white, black, pink or grey, and they often have vivid accent colors including yellow, salmon, orange and red.
Cockatoos are complex birds. If properly socialized they can make good pets, but they are definitely NOT birds for beginners with the exception of the cockatiel.
Cockatoos are prone to behavioral problems such as aggression, biting, feather destruction and self-mutilation. Parrot rescues are overrun with cockatoos that have been given up by inexperienced owners!"
Cockatoos are the loudest of all the parrot species so they are usually not suited to living in apartments.
Cockatoos are not known for their talking skills, but they are good at learning tricks and they love music and dancing. They are also considered the loudest of all parrots and very destructive. Because of this, cockatoos need lots of toys to keep them busy.
107 is the identification of this cow, part of a small herd of cattle meant for breeding in a tiny village, Baixo Alentejo.
The calves here are kept with their mothers for a few months before they are separated forever.
All the cows are living in anxiety, fear and sadness. They actually run away from people if one tries to get near. I believe they have been terribly traumatised. Imagine, a cow gets pregnant, delivered the calf. Then it's calf gets taken away after a few months. Again, impregnated. Repeated cycle! For the rest of their lives, if not, culled when spent. Tragic!
* Image as shot.
Nikkor F=300mm 1:4 ED (non-VR)
Alentejo, Portugal
October, 2021
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot from June 2018 with an anonymised subject that is perfect to answer the oft asked question: Why am I not currently doing street photography?
I have CPTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Disorder) and have suffered with it for 20 years.
I managed to live through the technicolour nightmares, flashbacks, intrusive memories and triggered hypervigilance with a number of coping strategies but the Covid pandemic interuppted those and my symptoms worsened greatly. Over the past 3 years my CPTSD became unmanageable and I became really very ill.
I have recently finished a year of intensive trauma therapy which has been a great help but the road to recovery is a long process. Most days I am still unable to even leave the house and face people, and this explains why I haven't even touched my camera for the past 5 months.
I am making progress and am proud of what I have acheived to overcome these difficulties but the road ahead will be rocky, and may take some time and intense effort. I do fully intend to return to my beloved 'people photography' as soon as I am able to do so.
This is why your continued support while I have been uploading older unpublished shots and re-edits has been invaluable. I am grateful beyond measure for your kind words, favourites and support and it has, at times, kept me going and determined to pick up my camera once again.
I recently read someone else's words on CPTSD that sum up the difficulties quite well. I'll leave this here to give you an idea of what I am up against and am determined to beat. Thank you all so very, very much.
PTSD is a living hell but I am determined to not let those that did this to me, win.
Take care everyone.
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PTSD isn't just flashbacks and memories.
It's not feeling safe when there is no logical reason for it.
It's intrusive thoughts that change your whole mood in a heartbeat.
It's hypervigilance, seeing threats everywhere.
It's not being able to trust your own instincts because you don't know what is a real threat or what is just in your mind.
It's poor sleep because if you close your eyes you know you will see it all again.
It's not being able to function day to day because you are broken and exhausted.
It's feeling like a failure, feeling like you deserve it and feeling like you will be like this forever.
It's feeling like you can't trust anyone so you would rather be alone.
It's constantly dealing with physical symptoms like headaches, nausea and palpitations.
It's like living in a prison made from your own mind beacuse of what someone else did to you.
It's living with the consequences of someone else's actions and the anger that can bring too.
It's getting triggered into a traumatised state by sometimes seemingly random things.
It's being unable to cope with even the slightest thing that goes wrong.
It's blaming yourself and hating yourself for 'failing' to stand up against those who caused the trauma.
This is from Cromer’s New Year firework display on 1st January. Cromer has a carnival atmosphere with a torchlight procession preceding the firework display. The firework display is provided by the same people who do the New Years Eve fireworks in London. Around 15,000 people come to see the fireworks, double the town’s population. We braved the weather to have a picnic at the beach hut, prior to the fireworks. I’ve put the word ‘hope’ in the title in recognition of some of my family who can’t watch fireworks currently because they’re so traumatised by the distressing scenes from the war in Gaza. And they live hundreds of miles away. I’m hoping for a permanent ceasefire now and for peace. And I’m hoping for the resources to be provided to help ameliorate the damage done to people living through the nightmare.
Poor Rex - he only wanted to read books where the dinosaur didn't die at the end. I'm the same way - I won't read a book or see a movie when I know the dog is not going to make it to the end - I was terribly traumatised when I read Old Yeller as a child...
One of my wackier contributions to Macro Mondays, for the theme 'Bookmark'. This dinosaur bookmark (complete with its green tassel) has a long history - my mother gave it to me decades ago, but I found it easily in one of my science books.
This shot was very fiddly to set up (working with even a badly-behaved snail would have been easier). I needed to carefully adjust the positions of the books in the background to get all the relevant titles in view, and still readable using f18.
No dinosaurs were harmed in the making of this photograph.
I had a deeply moving chat recently with someone witty and wise that I know, about the subject of closure. Since then I have mulled further upon the subject.
When relationships end, usually we know exactly why they ended. This really does help. It's like reading a book to the end and knowing exactly how the story ends, and why. One can then close the book and move on to other new stories, without being confused and wondering about the previous one anymore.
But occasionally, relationships end, and we're not exactly sure why, or perhaps even what went wrong, or why the other person decided to end it, because they're either not telling us at all, or not telling us enough, or not telling us the entire truth. This can be very frustrating to the person who is left not knowing. It's like getting to the end of a book, and realising someone has ripped out the final few pages of it, so you'll never know how the story ended, or why. You might eventually move on to other books, but you'll always be wondering what the ending of the previous one was about. And it will leave you dubious about any future books you might be inclined to read, in case the same thing happens all over again. It can traumatise and worry you for a long time to come.
It is a horrible position to be in, to be left wondering and not fully knowing why a relationship ended, wondering if it was you, or them, or whatever. It helps if you are given the chance to understand fully why it ended, and to get an opportunity to say goodbye and put a proper ending on things, since this person has obviously meant a lot to you and been a major part of your life throughout the relationship. Having a full understanding of the situation helps aid the bereavement and healing processes that inevitably come with a relationship ending.
Everyone needs closure. Everyone needs an ending to their story, even if it's an unhappy one. It's the least one can do when one leaves a relationship, to let the other party know exactly why one is leaving.
Breakups are awful. But we don't need to make them harder on each other than they already are. Empathy is a wonderful thing. And if we do the right thing by our former partners, we can walk away with our head held high, knowing that we kept our integrity to the last, even if we couldn't or wouldn't keep the relationship going.
If someone already knows exactly why you're leaving them, like, there was domestic violence or whatever, then you can just run for the hills without a backward glance. But in some other cases, when there was no violence, no fight, no obvious big catalyst for the end...then fess up and tell the other person why you ended it. Rip off that Band-Aid. Do the right thing.
Rambo vous montre son nouveau pull reçu la semaine passée pour son anniversaire. Ne vous fiez pas à son air piteux, il aime son pull, mais dès que je lui interdit de bouger pour la photo il prend son air traumatisé
Mise à jour pour Capucine sur sa photo
Rambo shows you his new sweater that he got last week for his birthday. Do not trust his pitiful air, he likes his sweater, but as soon as I forbid him to move for the photo he looks traumatized like this
Update on Capucine on her photo
So, I am finally back, sort of. After coming down with a condition called Costochondritis (Inflammation of soft tissue around ribs and sternum) from inhaling mold from the inside of an abandoned car, then discovering I have an acute allergy to dust as well, I am on an adventure to reshape my life health wise.
Now, about the photo, after watching a video, one of those top ten vids on YT, about dark things discovered on the internet (check out channel: Lazy Masquerade), it got me thinking about the many days during my younger years, my twenties and early thirties, when I DID view such extreme material frequently and why? I believe it was to do with drowning out my existing trauma, but viewing such extreme and graphic footage as well as invoking emotions in me, also spurred on by addiction, that also operated as a form of Self Injury (the emotional form).
It is quite common for those who have suffered such trauma(s), to seek extremes of things to essentially awaken something inside. It is in a bizarre way, one who is traumatised, essentially relives the trauma through invocation of extreme emotions, brought on this way.
If anyone finds themselves in this dilemma, please consider looking into yourself as to what it is that fuels these negative desires, that is something you need to cure. For me, I discovered this type of viewing simply left me feeling depressed and it weakens the soul, as is with thinking alcohol helps you hod on, it is a false therapy and does more harm than good, so I gave it up. Permanently!
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you.
PS: Please go to my Instagram page and look for my post alongside Italian Metal band Octo Crura: tinyurl.com/3umv49td
les Chamulas sont le plus grand groupe autochtone de la région des Altos de Chiapas.
Le village doit sa renommée à ses traditions mais surtout au mysticisme syncrétique des rituels qui sont pratiqués dans son église, la Iglesia de San Juan Bautista ;
Les habitants pratiquent leur religion dans le cadre religieux apporté par les conquérants catholiques mais à leurs manières.
La première chose perçue en entrant dans l'église est un épais nuage chargé d’une pénétrante odeur à encens de copal et de myrrhe Il n’y a pas de bancs, les Chamulas que nous voyons et écoutons prier sont assis sur un carrelage tapissé d’aiguilles de pin.Le chaman officie :après avoir interrogé un malade,il commence un rituel de guérison durant lequel il utilise les offrandes :une boisson extraite de la canne à sucre qui à l’intérieur de l’enceinte sacrée acquiert les vertus d’une eau bénite, et bien souvent une poule qui sera sacrifiée à la fin de la cérémonie.
Interdiction absolue de prendre des photos ( risques de confiscation ,action coercitive d'un gardien, voire emprisonnement ....) Il ne faut pas prendre l'interdiction à la légère.....un de nos co- voyageurs en a été traumatisé pour le reste de la journée...
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Los chamulas son el grupo indígena más numeroso de la región de los Altos de Chiapas.
El pueblo debe su fama a sus tradiciones, pero sobre todo al misticismo sincrético de los rituales que se practican en su iglesia, la de San Juan Bautista ;
Los habitantes practican su religión dentro del marco religioso traído por los conquistadores católicos, pero a su manera.
Lo primero que se percibe al entrar en la iglesia es una espesa nube de un penetrante olor a incienso de copal y mirra. No hay bancos, los chamulas que vemos y oímos rezar están sentados en un suelo de baldosas forrado de agujas de pino. El chamán oficia: tras haber interrogado a un enfermo, inicia un ritual de curación durante el cual utiliza ofrendas: una bebida extraída de la caña de azúcar que, dentro del recinto sagrado, adquiere las virtudes del agua bendita, y muy a menudo una gallina que será sacrificada al final de la ceremonia.
Prohibición absoluta de hacer fotos (riesgo de confiscación, acción coercitiva por parte de un guardia, incluso prisión ....) La prohibición no debe tomarse a la ligera..... uno de nuestros compañeros de viaje quedó traumatizado para el resto del día...
Licking my religion.
LolliPope. 2018
How many licks to get to the centre of your soul.
#lollipop #popfantastical #popicon #lollipope #lollipopE #pope #popefrancis #religion #religions #religionisbullshit #christianity #christpop #godpop #jesus #virginpop #virginmarypop #chruch #trauma #traumatised #mysoul #yoursoul
Sim: Juniper
Character Model: Seong-Ja Kang
Character Model: Sal-In Kang
Theme: youtu.be/J09dOQlglAg
Bleach
Call Me Karizma
I'm not fine
I'm caught between the lines
That I don't see
I don't see
I'm traumatised
From hearing all these lies
That you speak
I wish I could wash you out with bleach
I wish I could wash
If I could find a word that was worse than hate
I would surely say it
Right up to your face
At the first chance that occurs
I'm not a hateful person
You brought out a different version
I'm not who I was before
I no longer hide behind curtains
This is your fault, your blame
You've gone insane
I called your bluff, you called to say
You don't think we'll make it
But I called today, I'm not okay
Eyeballs are drained
I've lost my way
Now you got me saying that-
I'm not fine
I'm caught between the lines
That I don't see
I don't see
I'm traumatised
From hearing all these lies
That you speak
I wish I could wash you out with bleach
I wish I could wash you
Dye my hair with bleach
Wash my mouth out with bleach
Bust my fuckin' lip
Clean my shirt of blood out of bleach
In the curse of love
You're the one cursing my dreams
I don't wanna wake up
If you're not laying by me and
Maybe I don't get you 'cause I don't get you
The kind of miss you
I kind of miss you
Doesn't do justice and speaking of justice
I'ma need your judgement to leave in adundance
Even all you what-ifs
Keep to a hush, let's try to be productive
This is your fault, your blame
I've gone insane
I called your bluff, you called to say
You don't think we'll make it
But I called today, I'm not okay
Eyeballs are drained
I've lost my way
Now you got me saying that-
I'm not fine
I'm caught between the lines
That I don't see
I don't see
I'm traumatised
From hearing all these lies
That you speak
I wish I could wash you out with bleach
I wish I could wash
i do not condone or wish to promote the actions of these evil bastards
A serial killer is typically defined as an individual who has murdered three or more people over a period of more than a month, with down time (a "cooling off period") between the murders, and whose motivation for killing is largely based on psychological gratification. Other sources define the term as "a series of two or more murders, committed as separate events, usually, but not always, by one offender acting alone" or, including the vital characteristics, a minimum of at least two murders. Often, a sexual element is involved with the killings, but the FBI states that motives for serial murder include "anger, thrill, financial gain, and attention seeking." The murders may have been attempted or completed in a similar fashion and the victims may have had something in common; for example, occupation, race, appearance, sex, or age group.
Serial killers are not the same as mass murderers, who commit multiple murders at one time; nor are they spree killers, who commit murders in two or more locations with virtually no break in between.
1969
Sutcliffe committed his first assault on an older prostitute whom he had met whilst searching for the woman who had previously tricked him out of money. He had left his friend's mini-van and walked up Pauls Road, Bradford, until he was out of sight. When he came back, he was out of breath, as if he had been running. He told long-term friend of his, Trevor Birdsall, who was the driver of the vehicle that he was in, to drive off quickly. Sutcliffe said that he had followed a prostitute into a garage and hit her over the head with a stone in a sock. According to his statement, Sutcliffe stated, "I got out of the car, went across the road and hit her. The force of the impact tore the toe off the sock and whatever was in it came out. I went back to the car and got in it".
When the police visited his home the next day, they informed him that the woman, who bore no resemblance to the prostitute who had tricked him out of £10, had noted down Birdsall's mini-van vehicle registration plate. Sutcliffe admitted that he had hit her over the head, but claimed that it was only with his hand. The police told him he was "very lucky" as the prostitute didn't want anything more to do with the incident - she was a known prostitute and her common-law husband was serving a sentence for an assault.
1975
Sutcliffe committed his second assault on the night of 5 July 1975 in Keighley. He attacked Anna Rogulskyj, who was walking alone, striking her unconscious with a ball-peen hammer and slashing her stomach with a knife. Disturbed by a neighbour, he left without killing her. Rogulskyj survived after extensive medical intervention but was emotionally traumatised by this attack.
Sutcliffe attacked Olive Smelt in Halifax in August. Employing the same modus operandi he struck her from behind and used a knife to slash her, though this time above her buttocks. Again he was interrupted, and left his victim badly injured but still alive. Like Rogulskyj, Smelt suffered emotional scars from the attack, including clinical depression. On 27 August, Sutcliffe attacked 14 year old Tracy Browne in Silsden. He struck her from behind and hit her on the head five times while she was walking in a country lane. Sutcliffe was not convicted of this attack, but confessed to it in 1992.
The first victim to lose her life was Wilma McCann, on 30 October. McCann was a mother of four from the Chapeltown district of Leeds. Sutcliffe struck her twice with a hammer before stabbing her 15 times in the neck, chest and abdomen. Traces of semen were found on the back of her underwear. An extensive inquiry, involving 150 police officers and 11,000 interviews, failed to uncover the culprit. One of McCann's daughters committed suicide in December 2007, reportedly after suffering years of torment over her mother's death.
1976
Sutcliffe committed his next murder in January 1976, when he stabbed Emily Jackson 51 times in Leeds. In dire financial straits, Jackson had been using the family van to exchange sexual favours for money, a fact which shocked family and neighbours when it was revealed after the murder. Sutcliffe hit her on the head with a hammer and then used a sharpened screwdriver to stab her in the neck, chest, and abdomen. Sutcliffe also stamped on her thigh, leaving behind an impression of his boot.
Sutcliffe attacked Marcella Claxton in Roundhay Park, Leeds, on 9 May. Walking home from a party, she was given a lift by Sutcliffe. When she later got out of the car to urinate, Sutcliffe hit her from behind with a hammer. She was left alive and was able to testify against Sutcliffe at his trial.
1977
On 5 February 1977 he attacked Irene Richardson, a Chapeltown prostitute, in Roundhay Park. Richardson was bludgeoned to death with a hammer. Once she was dead, he mutilated her corpse with a knife. Tyre tracks left near the murder scene resulted in a long list of possible suspect vehicles.
Two months later, on 23 April 1977, Sutcliffe killed Bradford prostitute Patricia "Tina" Atkinson in her flat, where police found a bootprint on the bedclothes. Two months later Sutcliffe committed another murder in Chapeltown, claiming his youngest victim, 16-year-old Jayne MacDonald, on 26 June. She was not a prostitute. In the public perception, her death showed that every woman was a potential victim. Sutcliffe seriously assaulted Maureen Long in Bradford in July. He was interrupted and left her for dead. A witness misidentified the make of his car. More than 300 police officers working the case amassed 12,500 statements and checked thousands of cars, without success. On 1 October 1977 Sutcliffe murdered Manchester prostitute Jean Jordan. Her body was found ten days later and had obviously been moved several days after death. In a later confession, Sutcliffe stated he had realised that the new £5 note he had given her was traceable. After hosting a family party at his new home, he returned to the wasteland behind Manchester's Southern Cemetery, where he left the body, to retrieve the note. Unable to do so he mutilated Jordan's corpse and moved the location of the body.
The following morning, Jordan was discovered by actor Bruce Jones, who at that time was a local dairy worker. He had an allotment on the land adjoining the site where the body was found and was searching for disused house bricks when he made the discovery. The £5 note, hidden inside a secret compartment in Jordan's handbag, offered a valuable piece of evidence. The note was new, allowing it to be traced to branches of the Midland Bank in Shipley and Bingley. Police analysis of bank operations allowed them to narrow their field of inquiry to 8,000 local employees who could have received it in their wagepacket. Over three months the police interviewed 5,000 men, including Sutcliffe, whom they did not connect to the crime.
On 14 December Sutcliffe attacked another Leeds prostitute, Marilyn Moore. Moore survived and provided police with a description of her attacker. Tyre tracks found at the scene matched those from an earlier attack.
1978
The police discontinued the search for the person who received the £5 note in January 1978. Although Sutcliffe was interviewed about the £5 note, he was not investigated further (he would ultimately be contacted, and disregarded, by the Ripper Squad on several further occasions). That month, Sutcliffe killed again. His victim was 21-year-old Bradford prostitute, Yvonne Pearson. Sutcliffe hid her body under a discarded sofa and it was not found until March. He killed 18-year-old Huddersfield prostitute Helen Rytka, on the night of 31 January. Her body was found three days later. On 16 May Sutcliffe killed again after a three-month hiatus. The victim was Vera Millward whom he killed during an attack in the car park of Manchester Royal Infirmary.
1979
Almost a year passed before Sutcliffe attacked again. During this period, in November 1978, his mother Kathleen died, aged 59.
On 4 April 1979 Sutcliffe killed a 19-year-old bank clerk, Josephine Whitaker. He attacked her on Saville Park Moor, Halifax, as she was walking home. Despite new forensic evidence, police efforts were diverted for several months following receipt of a taped message purporting to be from the murderer. The message taunted Assistant Chief Constable George Oldfield who was leading the investigation. The tape contained a man's voice saying "I'm Jack. I see you're having no luck catching me. I have the greatest respect for you, George, but Lord, you're no nearer catching me now than four years ago when I started."
Based on the recorded message police began searching for a man with a Wearside accent, which was narrowed down to the Castletown area of Sunderland. The message was much later revealed to be a hoax. The hoaxer, dubbed "Wearside Jack", sent two letters to police in 1978, that boasted of his crimes. The letters, signed "Jack The Ripper", claimed responsibility for the murder of 26-year-old Joan Harrison in Preston in November 1975. On 20 October 2005, John Samuel Humble, an unemployed alcoholic and long-time resident of the Ford Estate area of Sunderland (a mile from Castletown), was charged with attempting to pervert the course of justice for sending the hoax letters and tape. He was remanded in custody. On 21 March 2006 Humble was convicted and sentenced to eight years in prison.
On 1 September Sutcliffe murdered 20-year-old Barbara Leach. Leach was a Bradford University student killed in Ash Grove, close to the university and her lodgings. It was his sixteenth attack. The murder of a woman who was not a prostitute again alarmed the public and prompted an expensive publicity campaign, which emphasised the Wearside connection. Despite the false Wearside lead, Sutcliffe was interviewed on at least two further occasions in 1979. Despite matching several forensic clues and being on the list of 300 names in connection with the £5 note, he was not strongly suspected. In total, Sutcliffe was interviewed by the police on nine occasions.
1980
In April 1980 Sutcliffe was arrested for drunk driving. While awaiting trial on this charge, he killed two more women. He murdered 47-year-old Marguerite Walls on the night of 20 August, and 20-year-old Jacqueline Hill, a student at the University of Leeds, on the night of 17 November. He also attacked two other women who survived. They were Dr. Uphadya Bandara, attacked in Leeds on 24 September, and 16-year-old Theresa Sykes, attacked in Huddersfield on the night of 5 November. On 25 November, Trevor Birdsall, an associate of Sutcliffe reported him to the police as a suspect. This information vanished into the enormous amount of paperwork already created.
Photo prise depuis le haut d'une colline en Ariège. Je n'ai pas eu le courage d'affronter la canicule et les embouteillages pour me rendre dans une zone concernée par l'éclipse totale (un peu traumatisé par les embouteillages lors de l'éclipse de 1999). Depuis mon point d'observation, l'occultation maximale de l'éclipse était de 98,2%. Je savais que la petite portion de soleil restante était encore des milliers de fois plus lumineuse qu'une pleine Lune mais j'avais décidé d'essayer de retirer le filtre devant l'objectif durant les quelques secondes les plus "sombres" de cette éclipse. Cette image est obtenue avec une seule pose mais le traitement est différent entre la zone de soleil direct et le reste de l'image. Je suis assez satisfait de voir apparaître des morceaux d'éruptions solaires (qui étaient invisibles avec le filtre sur l'objectif ou avec les lunettes homologuées pour l'éclipse). Ce n'est pas tout à fait un "diamond ring" d'éclipse totale mais j'étais heureux du résultat.
Photo taken from the top of a hill in Ariège (Southern France). I didn't have the courage to face the heatwave and traffic jams to get to an area within the path of totality (a bit traumatized by the traffic jams during the 1999 eclipse). From my observation point, the maximum occultation of the eclipse was 98.2%. I knew that the small remaining portion of the sun was still thousands of times brighter than a full Moon, but I decided to try removing the filter from in front of the lens during the few "darkest" seconds of this eclipse. This image comes from a single exposure, but the processing is different between the area of direct sunlight and the rest of the image. I'm quite pleased to see bits of solar prominences appear (which were invisible with the filter on the lens or with eclipse-certified glasses). It's not quite a total-eclipse "diamond ring," but I was happy with the result.
Finicky Forks.
Formaninger totalitarisme psykologiske dilemmaer viktige avslår lesbare beretninger som stimulerer disposisjoner samfunnets historie og ignorerer kritiske studier,
structures économiques insinuations compétences différentes manières prédispose suggestions courants armée prévention vérités spectateurs traumatisés,
пропагандистские фильмы красные демонстрации процедуры монтажа приемы каннибализации утверждения выявить реальность нежелательные сцены путаница новости,
mapas surpreendentes pausas excessivas emoções perigosas situações grandes pilotos para baixo submissões momentos contínuos trabalhos pressões constantes,
conflicten procedures transformeren beweringen politieke praktijken onthullen veroveringen organisatorische combinaties instincten uitdagingen maatregelen feiten,
破壊的な自我の挿入は、人生の目的に影響を与える口頭の声明の苦情を扱う重要な表面的なステップ目的武器は暗闇に力を与える懇願する頭は使用される道具のバランスを崩しました.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Alter Ego: Man-Mech
Name: Maelstrom Lancaster
Allegiance: Villain
Powers: None
Weapons:
* Customised Mech that allows him:
* Super strength, Durability and Limitless Stamina
* Bulletproof armour
* Immunity to cold temperatures
* Low altitude flight
* Invulnerability against electricity and EMPs
Key Weakness: He's vulnerable against large bodies of water which causes him to be slow.
Origin:
When Maelstrom was on his way home from work he witnessed a villain getting brutally beaten down by the hero, Cosmic Comet, for a standard petty crime. This traumatised Maelstrom for years and from then on had a different outlook on Heroes seeing them as abusers and Villains as the victims. During this time he engineered a robotic suit that could help him on his mission to protect villains from being beaten mercilessly by heroes. Once it was completed he started to use it to protect villains in need by defending them and telling the intercepting hero(heroes) to use their words instead of violence, despite the villain causing them and others harm.
Michalovce (Slovaquie) - Version canine de la photo d'hier qui représentait un chat. Cette réfugiée s'est installée avec son caniche dans la ville slovaque de Michalovce à quelques kilomètres de la frontière Ukrainienne. Son mari s'est enrôlé dans l'armée ukrainienne et elle ne veut pas s'éloigner de son pays au cas ou la situation venait à s'améliorer. Elle passe chaque jour voir le vétérinaire du camp de transit pour son chien qui a une maladie de peau. Il semblerait qu'il ait été traumatisé par les bombardements. Un symptôme post-traumatique selon l'expression de la vétérinaire du camp. Et comme le chat d'hier, on doit lui injecter prochainement un rappel de vaccin.
The Ukrainian refugee and her poodle
Michalovce (Slovakia) - Canine version of yesterday's photo which featured a cat. This refugee settled with her poodle in the Slovak town of Michalovce a few kilometers from the Ukrainian border. Her husband has enlisted in the Ukrainian army and she does not want to leave her country in case the geopolitical situation improves. She goes to see the transit camp veterinarian every day for her dog who has a skin disease. It seems that he was traumatized by the bombardments. A post-traumatic symptom in the words of the camp veterinarian. And like yesterday's cat, we must soon inject him with a booster vaccine.
26-year-old Nurhasnah teaches Bahasa to 6-12 year olds at a local school in Padang. She has been working with Oxfam partner Kabisat part-time as a volunteer since 2007 when they responded to the earthquake in Bengkulu. “I heard that Kabisat was good for people and that their activities were making a difference so I wanted to help them.”
Nurhasnah had two pupils with her when the earthquake hit. They all escaped unharmed, but sadly her pupils’ parents were killed when the building they were in collapsed.
“I’ve seen an earthquake before [in 2007 in Bengkulu], but this one was very different. This time I was right where the earthquake hit. Everything was shaking, and it was very scary.
“It’s really a big problem for us – we need everything, shelter and counselling. People tell me they’re feeling sad. They’ve lost family members and their homes. It’s really tragic. [When we were distributing tarpaulins] I met several pregnant women and others who had just given birth. These conditions are really hard for them. They need clothes and medicine.”
“The biggest problems that I have seen are to do with people losing their homes and there are big needs for food and recovery. Communities are very traumatised and in need of counselling.”
Nurhasnah has been helping Kabisat respond to the earthquake for the last five days. She helps type up assessments and plans in the office, and has also been out in the field distributing tarpaulins to people in need of shelter.
“When I meet children I feel sad. I am a teacher, so I feel I must teach them how to cope with the earthquake. They are very traumatised, so I’ve been singing them songs and telling them stories.”
“In my opinion the government should have responded faster. People need everything. We have to make sure that people are able to access to shelter and counselling.“
Photo credit: Laura Eldon/Oxfam
The day before a donkey apparently balked at a puddle on the track, dumping its young rider on the ground rather traumatised
I suspect that this fellow is the guilty party.
Chemin de Stevenson-2018-D11-04: Day 11 of 12 – Gare de Cassagnas to St Germain de Calberte: Walking the Chemin de Stevenson (#GR70 Robert Louis Stevenson Trail) in the south of France.
Dolly found it particularly traumatising. They (singular) had been expecting an Attenborough documentary.
Marcel reassured Dolly with a "don't worry dearest, there's a bit of a stalker in all of us".
Dolly wasn't completely sure what he meant, or even if that was actually consoling.
Who had stalked whom hung in the air, and they just let it be.
Mutual stalking, two-way neediness explored with permission, now there's an idea.
Maybe Marcel was right, maybe you had to consider every possibility, and to recognise self as capable of any and everything.
Hamburg, 3rd October 2023 (city centre, just behind the old Stock Exchange). Leica M8, Elmar (collapsible) 50/2.8.
Where do I start with the following reportage, let’s have go.✏️
Once upon a time a man who shall remain nameless, just watch my eyes👀 shutterbug_uk2012 paid a visit to Trebarwith Strand last summer.☀️
What he saw there that day has left the poor fellow completely traumatised, I think it is fair to say, so much so he may never fully recover.😜
Yes there by the sea wall with its own private parking bay a Pink ! Mercedes with a very distinctive personalised number plate, not only on the car, but there is also a number plate fitted to the wall to denote the parking space🚘 for said vehicle.
Bear with me, the owner of this car is very well known in the area and has an apartment opposite the parking bay, so far so good.🏠
Well poor Paul, when www.flickr.com/people/142127040@N02/ and I met him the following evening at Godrevy he was completely disheveled, he said his appearance was down to the fact that he had butt surfed down a cliff (translated into Cornish he skidded down on his ass) to check out a wreck that afternoon, well there are wrecks and there is pure trauma 😳
Fast forward five months or so, and here I am on the beach at Trebarwith Strand in an attempt to get some sunset shots and blow me down guess what I saw out of the corner of my eye, a man I recognised with shoulder length Mick Jagger style grey hair, shirt and cravat, a very smart black coat down to his knees, plus his dog that was dressed normally, however this gentleman’s stand out piece of attire and star of the show yep, the guy was wearing Pink knee length wellies the same make and colour as our Horace wears🐷, well I just fell about laughing, I think if Paul had seen this character he would have gone into a complete tremulous😱as this was indeed the owner of the pink Mercedes.
Just a bit more to go, as I walked back to my car it was getting dark and my attention was drawn to an apartment opposite the pink car and the colour coordinated theme continued, as I looked up towards the windows all the lighting throughout the interior of the property was candy pink on show for the world to see🌸😂😂😂
Smoke signals were immediately dispatched to Paul, informing him of the psychological challenges he may have to face up to should he choose a return visit to this location.🌊
As I have said many times in my defence, you just cannot make this stuff up, only in Cornwall, 😂😂😂
Thank you so much for stopping by it is much appreceated, trust you all have a lovely weekend😎🐎🐷🍺🍺🍺🍷🍷🍷😂😂😂
Hero is still only young, traumatised and rescued, he is doing really well and has fitted in so nicely. He doesn't like going out yet, but we put a bird bath at the front of the house so he can watch the birds. This Herring Gull was almost too much for him to bear, his head was motionless, but his tail wasn't.
River Blyth near Beddlington, Northumberland.
Today's my birthday and due to lockdown I need to celebrate alone. There must be many of us eager to see loved ones and so get back to some sort of normality.
Yesterday's sunshine laden trip with camera in hand made me think as I took this picture just how utterly beautiful and horrific, (as we fight Covid 19), the natural world can be.
I'm fortunate to be well and safe - so I'm in good mood and spirits and realised that with beauty like this how can anyone ever feel entirely alone? For those traumatised and distraught with loss I hope that being reminded of all that is good in nature helps us to hope and recover and heal.
Irix 15mm lens, -2EV with shadows recovered.
This Emu arm puppet absolutely traumatised our granddaughter when she was very little, and now our grandson enjoys giving adults a fright with him as he squeezes the beak together to make a horrible sound right near their ears.
108/123 pictures in 2023: upside down
Aujourd'hui ça fait 9 ans que Rambo est entré dans ma vie. Petit Rambo bien traumatisé au début qui grâce à ses deux grandes sœurs Livia et Betsy a vite compris que la vie pouvait être belle.
Today it's Rambo's gotcha day, 9 years since he entered my life. Little Rambo who was quite traumatized but who, with the help of his big sisters Livia and Betsy, soon understood that life could be nice.
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A random picture for tonight.
I got assignment due this Thursday and I haven't finished it yet.
Aftershock effect= feeling dizzy and traumatised!
Eid is coming, and all I want now is my family ;(
P/s:Ini bukan salam perantauan, ini penyakit stress ada assignment *argh.alasan semata2*. nantikan kemunculan salam perantauan @ Flickr, atau dapatkan naskhah surat khabar anda dari kedai2 runcit berhampiran!
Grey Seal Mother With Her New Born Pup
I was so excited & nervous about seeing my first seal pup born, I was shaking & managed to get every shot out of focus LOL !!
Happy that the pup is ok, through it looks a little traumatised in the photo it was soon being cleaned up by it's Mother & was suckling when I left.
Unfortunately it's first view of the world was of me hiding in the dunes - I know I wasn't looking my best . . but i'm sure it tried to go back in! ;o))
Lovely to see It enter the world & even a grizzled old codger like me was quite moved by it all !
My bones are shifting in my skin and you my love are gone
My room seems wrong the bed won't fit
I cannot seem to operate and you my love are gone
Still experimenting with lighting a la Tim Walker. I'm happier with it on this one, I did something to the blue curve in the last one and it didn't look right. Just a simple portrait. This is my new dress :)
I was thinking pretty hard today about stuff and the effect its had on me. Its odd, but everytime I reach that level beyond just very sad, I seem to work much harder. I remember being about 13 before it finally kicked in that being a victim was not infact a good thing. I've been reading the newspapers alot lately and its pretty weird. They banned sports days at schools incase kids felt traumatised for losing, a guy with a funny looking beard is suing his work because some colleagues made fun of it, its becoming as though society is changing so that no one should ever ever ever be exposed to possibly being made feel bad about themselves. i'm not sure about everyone else, but everytime i've been made to feel like a loser and an awful person, its always been a character building experience. hmm. makes me wonder how all this affects people. i don't think any of that makes sense, but i just wanted to write down my thoughts.
done now ! :)
edit: i totally agree, this picture doesn't look like me at all - its one of those shots that just doesn't to begin with, and then i edited my mouth to make it less wide (?) and smoothed out my skin abit. Hopefully that explains it abit more!