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Probably one of my favourites of the entire shoot.
A photoshoot with Amanda McPherson's little sister, Sarah. Absolutely adorable, and utterly headstrong. She was definitely running the show.
I was utterly useless yesterday. Instead of cleaning up or planning Christmas dinner, I convinced myself it was necessary to work on my Blythes. It was a waste of valuable time for sure, and I am continuing to waste time right now in hopes that everything will magically happen on its own!
But doesn't my DaBi look wonderful with her new green eyes? I replaced her god awful purple ones.
Last week was an utterly bizarre week for me (in a good way). I have never experienced anything quite like it before, but it's crazy weeks like that one which make good things happen.
I recently submitted some work (and accompanying text) online which turned into a very special opportunity and experience for me in the end. I was lucky enough to be selected for a particular online ad-campaign which meant that a 6-person film crew ended up flying over to Guernsey last week to document how I set about making my Light Painting work.
I will share more specific details about the whole experience soon (as the final work is not quite ready yet) and so for now I just wanted to share one of the test-shots from this particular Light Painting session.
This photograph was made at a location on Guernsey that is famous for being haunted. The owners told me that many people have taken photographs at this particular location and have later discovered things in the photographs that quite simply cannot be explained.
Well all righty then! As if I was not already scared enough about working down there in the dark! But here's the really weird part - several of the photographs I took had really weird orange marks all over the sides of the images that I genuinely cannot explain. I will post more results later to show you what I mean. I am sure there is a sound explanation for it all, but at this current point in time I have nothing to say other than it freaked us all right out!!
An utterly magical Grade I-listed Manor House in the Cotswolds. The house dates from 1450-1616 and the 'hanging gardens,' mainly of box and yew, were laid out in the early 1600s. Sir Geoffrey Jellicoe thought they might be England's earliest domestic gardens remaining in their original form.
Although the garden is compact, it achieves a romantic atmosphere matched by very few other places - Beckley Park and Cranborne Manor for instance. A fair number of weddings are held here each year.
We were the only visitors and had the place to ourselves, apart from the chatty owner, Sir Nicholas Mander, and his dogs. I set up my tripod and took this HDR Image, developed in Lightroom.
This dress was just utterly gorgeous and fun to wear. The minute I did up all the cute buttons, tied the dainty little bow under the Peter Pan collar, side-tied the belt and slipped on my black courts I couldn’t stop smiling. I imagined what it would be like to wake up, open the cupboard and see racks of dresses to choose from if I was a full time woman. A lovely thought, a lovely dress 👗❤️
........ we live in new england where historically a lot of shoes were made before the industry moved south due to cheaper labor. this artifact is a shoe last - a form that was used to create shoes. the embossing on the last says germany but i'm betting that the artistry/painting was done right here in new england.
yesterday i staged and shot 9 letters for the february alphabet fun month group's pool. (yep, you bet, i am the queen of procrastination!!) am putting this one up for today and will post the last three and a collage on thursday :)
119 pictures in 2019....... #106. Tools of a trade
We utterly abhor your cabaret*
Ich will nicht nach Hause. Black Sheep
No bike parking!
*Zitat Tocotronic, so ungefähr -
Ich verabscheue euch wegen eurer Kleinkunst zutiefst
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HWW!
is the perfect way to describe Spanish moss.
“I think this is how we are supposed to be in the world--present and in awe.”
I am utterly humbled by the number of people who entered our contest. WOW!
You guys are AMAZING!
Sadly, I could only choose one winner! Please give a huge congratulations to bellacatorina mckeenan!!
Bella, I will be contacting you in-world shortly!
Thank you ALL for your support! I never ever dreamed that I would have such amazing friends and customers!
You are all seriously some of the most AMAZING people.
Thank you!
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Im utterly infatuated with yetis
I made these for crammed organisms, too
but theyre also up for grabs here!!!
Strangways Vic.
One of the pair whose territory is close to our house. This little fellow is utterly unconcerned as I follow him as he forages, coming to within 3 metres.
Lagoa do Caiado is situated next to the Lagoa Séca from my previous upload. This is also a crater lake not far from the huge Mt. Pico volcano.
The day before we visited this lake in the dense mist (see my upload) and no one was there. Today we were alone again. Just sitting there calmly, enjoying the sunshine and the tranquility of the whole scenery was fantastic!
Pico, Azores, Portugal
I. Am. Utterly. Appalled. By what Flickr has pulled last night. I am all for improvements and modernizing, but completely changing an entire concept without notice, without say, without listening to any of the feedback, is just beyond me. I am seriously considering leaving. But right now I'm still here and I really hope they fix this. Although I doubt it.
I made an ipernity in the meantime, let me know if you're there as well. We should all move there (but going alone does not make much sense).
how utterly gorg is this dress, huh? Another score from @uturnvintage a week or 3 back.
TBH, I wasn't sure I liked it that much when I wore it, but I have to say, it looks utterly flattering on moi. Agree?
Anyway, hope you like.
Oh, and as usual, plenty more from this sesh here:
Probably the highlight of the spotting part of my Singapore trip!
The KC-135R is taxiing out for departure from the military ramp and I was utterly overjoyed to see this in such good weather.
These aging tankers will eventually be replaced with the A330 MRTT.
Not all ideas are good ideas and even the powerful and experimented Kuat Drive Yards (KDY) engineers can fail utterly. The AT-AC or All Terrain Armored Crawler is a perfect example of one of these false good ideas.
While the supremacy of the AT-AT on the field was not to be demonstrated anymore, particularly after the crushing imperial victory on Hoth, the Imperial Army still complained about the AT-AT expensive cost per unit and its highly demanding maintenance.
KDY engineered went back to their plans and after a few months, they proposed the AT-AC. The concept was quite simple, starting from the successful AT-AT, they replaced the costly maintenance-intensive articulated legs by continuous track systems.
When presenting the AT-AC to the Imperial Army, KDY was proud to claim that it was significantly less expensive than the original AT-AT, that it required only one third of the AT-AT maintenance time, while still retaining the same firepower and robust protection.
Unfortunately, the first field deployments quickly demonstrated all weaknesses of the AT-AC. Because of its great armor and protection, it was heavy and because it was heavy, it was really slow when crawling, its speed approaching ridiculous levels when the landscape was not ideal. The second issue comes from the change of height. While crawling on the ground, the AT-AC was no more inspiring fear but also found itself very limited in its fire coverage ability.
As consequence, the limited number of assembled prototypes have been assigned to 3rd class garrisons on planets with limited local technological civilizations. Surprisingly, the troopers reported only positive feedback about their AT-AC. These were offering comfortable, reliable and well protected transportation and the lack of agility was not a real issue when battling primitive tribes and species. It is even rumored that some COMPNOR officers would have confessed that with AT-AC on Endor instead of AT-ST, the rebellion (not to mention the despised Ewoks) would never had won.
One last remark about the AT-AC. According to several concurring sources, it would have been nicknamed Crawling Armored Transport (C.A.T.) among the troops. COMPNOR supposes that it may related to some kind of resemblance to an animal on one of the remote planets where the AT-AC operates.
Disclaimer: the above is 100% fiction.
The sunset tonight was utterly amazing. I was shooting all sorts of shots with various levels of success from about 23:00 hours until almost 03:00.
This is one I really like filled in with my 550EX flash, I lost count of the number of attempts I took to get this result. Was pretty frustrating towards the end once I had drained the batteries in the flash.
But I LOVE the end result and I hope you will also.
I can see that its a bit dark after shrinking, looks better in large on black View On Black
Utterly breathtaking. I must live here.
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In the Wood
by Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)
Approximate Word Count: 1862
As the mayor was about to sit down to breakfast, word was brought to him that the rural policeman, with two prisoners, was awaiting him at the Hotel de Ville. He went there at once and found old Hochedur standing guard before a middle-class couple whom he was regarding with a severe expression on his face.
The man, a fat old fellow with a red nose and white hair, seemed utterly dejected; while the woman, a little roundabout individual with shining cheeks, looked at the official who had arrested them, with defiant eyes.
"What is it? What is it, Hochedur?"
The rural policeman made his deposition: He had gone out that morning at his usual time, in order to patrol his beat from the forest of Champioux as far as the boundaries of Argenteuil. He had not noticed anything unusual in the country except that it was a fine day, and that the wheat was doing well, when the son of old Bredel, who was going over his vines, called out to him: "Here, Daddy Hochedur, go and have a look at the outskirts of the wood. In the first thicket you will find a pair of pigeons who must be a hundred and thirty years old between them!"
He went in the direction indicated, entered the thicket, and there he heard words which made him suspect a flagrant breach of morality. Advancing, therefore, on his hands and knees as if to surprise a poacher, he had arrested the couple whom he found there.
The mayor looked at the culprits in astonishment, for the man was certainly sixty, and the woman fifty-five at least, and he began to question them, beginning with the man, who replied in such a weak voice that he could scarcely be heard.
"What is your name?"
"Nicholas Beaurain."
"Your occupation?"
"Haberdasher, in the Rue des Martyrs, in Paris."
"What were you doing in the wood?"
The haberdasher remained silent, with his eyes on his fat paunch, and his hands hanging at his sides, and the mayor continued:
"Do you deny what the officer of the municipal authorities states?"
"No, monsieur."
"So you confess it?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"What have you to say in your defence?"
"Nothing, monsieur."
"Where did you meet the partner in your misdemeanor?"
"She is my wife, monsieur."
"Your wife?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"Then--then--you do not live together-in Paris?"
"I beg your pardon, monsieur, but we are living together!"
"But in that case--you must be mad, altogether mad, my dear sir, to get caught playing lovers in the country at ten o'clock in the morning."
The haberdasher seemed ready to cry with shame, and he muttered: "It was she who enticed me! I told her it was very stupid, but when a woman once gets a thing into her head--you know--you cannot get it out."
The mayor, who liked a joke, smiled and replied: "In your case, the contrary ought to have happened. You would not be here, if she had had the idea only in her head."
Then Monsieur Beauain was seized with rage and turning to his wife, he said: "Do you see to what you have brought us with your poetry? And now we shall have to go before the courts at our age, for a breach of morals! And we shall have to shut up the shop, sell our good will, and go to some other neighborhood! That's what it has come to."
Madame Beaurain got up, and without looking at her husband, she explained herself without embarrassment, without useless modesty, and almost without hesitation.
"Of course, monsieur, I know that we have made ourselves ridiculous. Will you allow me to plead my cause like an advocate, or rather like a poor woman? And I hope that you will be kind enough to send us home, and to spare us the disgrace of a prosecution.
"Years ago, when I was young, I made Monsieur Beaurain's acquaintance one Sunday in this neighborhood. He was employed in a draper's shop, and I was a saleswoman in a ready-made clothing establishment. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I used to come and spend Sundays here occasionally with a friend of mine, Rose Leveque, with whom I lived in the Rue Pigalle, and Rose had a sweetheart, while I had none. He used to bring us here, and one Saturday he told me laughing that he should bring a friend with him the next day. I quite understood what he meant, but I replied that it would be no good; for I was virtuous, monsieur.
"The next day we met Monsieur Beaurain at the railway station, and in those days he was good-looking, but I had made up my mind not to encourage him, and I did not. Well, we arrived at Bezons. It was a lovely day, the sort of day that touches your heart. When it is fine even now, just as it used to be formerly, I grow quite foolish, and when I am in the country I utterly lose my head. The green grass, the swallows flying so swiftly, the smell of the grass, the scarlet poppies, the daisies, all that makes me crazy. It is like champagne when one is not accustomed to it!
"Well, it was lovely weather, warm and bright, and it seemed to penetrate your body through your eyes when you looked and through your mouth when you breathed. Rose and Simon hugged and kissed each other every minute, and that gave me a queer feeling! Monsieur Beaurain and I walked behind them, without speaking much, for when people do not know each other, they do not find anything to talk about. He looked timid, and I liked to see his embarrassment. At last we got to the little wood; it was as cool as in a bath there, and we four sat down. Rose and her lover teased me because I looked rather stern, but you will understand that I could not be otherwise. And then they began to kiss and hug again, without putting any more restraint upon themselves than if we had not been there; and then they whispered together, and got up and went off among the trees, without saying a word. You may fancy what I looked like, alone with this young fellow whom I saw for the first time. I felt so confused at seeing them go that it gave me courage, and I began to talk. I asked him what his business was, and he said he was a linen draper's assistant, as I told you just now. We talked for a few minutes, and that made him bold, and he wanted to take liberties with me, but I told him sharply to keep his place. Is not that true, Monsieur Beaurain?"
Monsieur Beaurain, who was looking at his feet in confusion, did not reply, and she continued: "Then he saw that I was virtuous, and he began to make love to me nicely, like an honorable man, and from that time he came every Sunday, for he was very much in love with me. I was very fond of him also, very fond of him! He was a good-looking fellow, formerly, and in short he married me the next September, and we started in business in the Rue des Martyrs.
"It was a hard struggle for some years, monsieur. Business did not prosper, and we could not afford many country excursions, and, besides, we had got out of the way of them. One has other things in one's head, and thinks more of the cash box than of pretty speeches, when one is in business. We were growing old by degrees without perceiving it, like quiet people who do not think much about love. One does not regret anything as long as one does not notice what one has lost.
"And then, monsieur, business became better, and we were tranquil as to the future! Then, you see, I do not exactly know what went on in my mind, no, I really do not know, but I began to dream like a little boarding-school girl. The sight of the little carts full of flowers which are drawn about the streets made me cry; the smell of violets sought me out in my easy-chair, behind my cash box, and made my heart beat! Then I would get up and go out on the doorstep to look at the blue sky between the roofs. When one looks up at the sky from the street, it looks like a river which is descending on Paris, winding as it flows, and the swallows pass to and fro in it like fish. These ideas are very stupid at my age! But how can one help it, monsieur, when one has worked all one's life? A moment comes in which one perceives that one could have done something else, and that one regrets, oh! yes, one feels intense regret! Just think, for twenty years I might have gone and had kisses in the woods, like other women. I used to think how delightful it would be to lie under the trees and be in love with some one! And I thought of it every day and every night! I dreamed of the moonlight on the water, until I felt inclined to drown myself.
"I did not venture to speak to Monsieur Beaurain about this at first. I knew that he would make fun of me, and send me back to sell my needles and cotton! And then, to speak the truth, Monsieur Beaurain never said much to me, but when I looked in the glass, I also understood quite well that I no longer appealed to any one!
"Well, I made up my mind, and I proposed to him an excursion into the country, to the place where we had first become acquainted. He agreed without mistrusting anything, and we arrived here this morning, about nine o'clock.
"I felt quite young again when I got among the wheat, for a woman's heart never grows old! And really, I no longer saw my husband as he is at present, but just as he was formerly! That I will swear to you, monsieur. As true as I am standing here I was crazy. I began to kiss him, and he was more surprised than if I had tried to murder him. He kept saying to me: 'Why, you must be mad! You are mad this morning! What is the matter with you?' I did not listen to him, I only listened to my own heart, and I made him come into the wood with me. That is all. I have spoken the truth, Monsieur le Maire, the whole truth."
The mayor was a sensible man. He rose from his chair, smiled, and said: "Go in peace, madame, and when you again visit our forests, be more discreet."
I can't believe I found this!!!!!! and it's mint I am really annoyed that I didn't take a location pic!!
Jerash, Jordan
Jerash (Arabic: جرش Ǧaraš; Ancient Greek: Γέρασα Gérasa) is a city in northern Jordan. The city is the administrative center of the Jerash Governorate, and has a population of 50,745 as of 2015. It is located 48 kilometres (30 mi) north of the capital city Amman.
The earliest evidence of settlement in Jerash is in a Neolithic site known as Tal Abu Sowan, where rare human remains dating to around 7500 BC were uncovered. Jerash flourished during the Greco and Roman periods until the mid-eighth century CE, when the 749 Galilee earthquake destroyed large parts of it, while subsequent earthquakes contributed to additional destruction. However, in the year 1120, Zahir ad-Din Toghtekin, atabeg of Damascus ordered a garrison of forty men to build up a fort in an unknown site of the ruins of the ancient city, likely the highest spot of the city walls in the north-eastern hills. It was captured in 1121 by Baldwin II, King of Jerusalem, and utterly destroyed. Then, the Crusaders immediately abandoned Jerash and withdrew to Sakib (Seecip); the eastern border of the settlement.
Jerash was then deserted until it reappeared by the beginning of the Ottoman rule in the early 16th century. In the census of 1596, it had a population of 12 Muslim households. However, archaeologists found a small Mamluk hamlet in the Northwest Quarter which indicates that Jerash was resettled before the Ottoman era. The excavations conducted since 2011 have shed light on the Middle Islamic period as recent discoveries have uncovered a large concentration of Middle Islamic/Mamluk structures and pottery. The ancient city has been gradually revealed through a series of excavations which commenced in 1925, and continue to this day.
Jerash today is home to one of the best preserved Greco-Roman cities, which earned it the nickname of "Pompeii of the East". Approximately 330,000 visitors arrived in Jerash in 2018, making it one of the most visited sites in Jordan. The city hosts the Jerash Festival, one of the leading cultural events in the Middle East that attracts tens of thousands of visitors every year.
Symmetrized into a folk doll staring straight ahead to challenge our faithless cosmopolitan consciousness, with this combination fragility and resolution leaving us utterly defenseless
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I was utterly thrilled to see this endangered Iberian Lynx early one morning in Coto Donana National Park, Spain. Restricted now to small enclaves in the Iberian Peninsula, this majestic male emerged from the dense scrub into full view for a few precious moments before returning to hunt under cover.
“I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.”
― Charles Bukowski
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177. 4/25 "Natural Elements"
Take a picture of your dog with or in some kind of natural element today!
Completely and utterly distracted by another Golden!
Had an utterly marvellous time at Village at War Weekend. Stoke Bruerne, Towcester, Northamptonshire, just by the The Canal Museum. Such an idyllic place. So many folks in vintage attire, countless amazing narrow boats lined the canal. Re-enactments, stalls, vintage vehicles, memorabilia, wartime songs and so much more! The sun was out, perfect day :)
Man this crossover is weird. But admittedly not quite as utterly surreal as I was hoping. Ah well, what can you expect from the Big Two these days. Plus it takes a LOT of weird to satisfy me nowadays, thanks to shit like Naked Lunch, Eraserhead, Annihilation, and everything Charles Burns has ever written.
Anyways, Red Flannel made Milkman Man the other day and I finally got inspired to make figs so here we are.
Father Bruce: Deacon Blackfire died for this guy. LBM Batman head, Beach Alfred collar reversed, Snape torso.
Milkman Man: CMF Sea Captain hat, Superman head, bowtie that I had painted red for a dead project and photoshopped black cause lazy, Aaron Cash torso and legs.
Wonder Wife: Not satisfied with the torso here. Tarantula hair, 66 Catwoman head, city torso with the yellow photoshopped to be skin-tone, beach Robin arms, CMF Disney Alice skirt, white hips, LBM Robin legs.
Let me know what you think! Cheers!
I find it utterly fascinating that steam locomotion still exists in the 21st century. After my foray into China last December to photograph steam, Bosnia was also a must to capture the last of the world's steam engines. In this scene, Kreigslok locomotive, 33-503, is seen shunting empty coal wagons at Dubrave coal mine. The class 33, "Kriegloks" locomotives, were mass produced during the Second World War in Germany with around 7000 manufactured as part of Hitler's war machine. A 2-10-0 wheel arrangement, the German translation literally means "War Locomotives". It was the most important locomotive in service during the war with the design kept as simple as possible. Amazingly, these 70 year old steam locomotives are still working to this day in Tuzla in Bosnia Herzegovina, having been acquired by Yugoslavia from the Soviet Union in the 1960's and eventually passed on to the coal mines at Tuzla. A total of five still survive with three in service, mainly for shunting duties.
The ultimate feminine gown. The most feminine of all female apparel one feels so utterly feminine wearing a bridal gown. The memory lasts for ever.
Utterly hundreds of the marbled whites out today at brockdale, sharing the resources with some dark green fritillarys.
Lola Lamour.
Had an utterly marvellous time at Village at War Weekend. Stoke Bruerne, Towcester, Northamptonshire, just by the The Canal Museum. Such an idyllic place. So many folks in vintage attire, countless amazing narrow boats lined the canal. Re-enactments, stalls, vintage vehicles, memorabilia, wartime songs and so much more! The sun was out, perfect day :)
Utterly amazing. What an afternoon out. I don't know what to call them - puppets maybe. But these cardboard and metal animals move in a very lifelike way - I've seen a real elephant, but only in a zoo - and this looked pretty realistic to me.
A brilliantly organised event by Wigan Council at Pennington Flash. Free to get in and free to park at Leigh Sports Village. I'm not sure how many people attended but it was a lot. Great to see so many families out and about having a lovely time. The posters that were dotted around, seemed to indicate that it was something to so with Manchester International Festival, too.
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I also like this action shot because it's clear, you can see the power that the dogs bring and also the joy they have. And they are utterly cute!
As getting close to the end of the ridge that led me closer to the Monarch, the view of the entire area from this spot literally left me speechless in awe. Utterly unreal, I thought to myself. Then, I noticed Eohippus Lake, which sat at the bottom of the mountain. I wondered what it would be like gazing up at the 11,600 plus feet high mountain from the lake. Iâd find out soon enough, I told myself. While the rain clouds steadily travelled over my head, the wind picked up a little bit. I put on my windbreaker. Warm. Good. I took another 360-degree sweeping glance. What a view⦠And then I resumed my march toward the mountain.
It's utterly inexplicable when people celebrate the fact that they're aging and simultaneously mourning death. Doesn't that rhyme with hypocrisy?
Random musings.
oh, Happy New Year.
Had an utterly marvellous time at Village at War Weekend. Stoke Bruerne, Towcester, Northamptonshire, just by the The Canal Museum. Such an idyllic place. So many folks in vintage attire, countless amazing narrow boats lined the canal. Re-enactments, stalls, vintage vehicles, memorabilia, wartime songs and so much more! The sun was out, perfect day :)
Utterly extraordinary. The penguins have come to this river of glacial meltwater to cool off. (The air temperature was about 40 deg F.) They lined it for as far as the eye could see.
I took this photo standing knee-deep in the rushing water, on a rocky bottom hidden beneath the turbid flow, with an ex-British Marines commando (officially, the ship's historian) steadying me. I was regretting not stowing the camera in the drybag, as the crossing was trickier than I expected, even with trekking poles and British Marines -- but having it at hand let me get this shot.
Commentary.
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding
the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Hourn.
I was trundling my way across the Sound of Sleat
on my journey from the mainland at Mallaig, to Armadale
on the Sleat Peninsula, part of the wondrous Isle of Skye.
Hourn twists east, then south-east and finally east again, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide,
from a maximum of three miles, at its mouth.
It is not absurd to suggest that this terrain represents one of the wildest, most remote and isolated in Caledonia and the United Kingdom.
To the left (north) is Knoydart, the “Rough Bounds.”
To the right (south) is North Morar ( out of shot.)
Both are only accessible by foot or boat.
There are no metalled roads within an area exceeding a hundred square miles.
They are truly rugged, remote, untamed and aloof to the influence of humanity.
Starkly untouched, rocky, bare but spartanly pristine, unspoiled, natural wildernesses.
Their raw, unsophisticated beauty rakes at your psyche, your soul, your spirit.
But in this “other world” you find your real self because refinement and urbanity has been stripped away
in the face of precipitous rock and mountains like Beinn Sgritheall and Ladhar Bheinn.
This three peaked mountain (two visible), just left of centre is another sentinel, like Sgurr na Ciche, an icon, a landmark for 20-40 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the southern side of Loch Hourn, twelve miles away in this image.
Should you wish to be “far from the madding crowd,” come here, to the mountains, to the eternal thrones of the Gods.
This is God’s Garden. It is a rocky one. Walk with him.
See your real self in the mountain pool, not the work-place window.