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Now I don't want anyone to feel they have to feed me compliments after this. I just want to be honest with my fans and I wanted my pages to be a place I can share my thoughts with you all and keep myself accountable. Bare with me
The past few months I have been really down on my work, myself. I think I am not good enough to continue, why am I here. I know we all get like this, its just how artists are. But I started to lose sight of why I started in the first place. I really have been down with having no engagement on my page (Facebook) anymore. Thinking damn man my work must suck, nobody clicks like on it. Now I know facebook doesn't show many ppl my posts even with over 15K fans but I still can't get it through my head that's why. I feed myself over and over again, no I must just suck that bad. (Bare with me) I have had this on my mind way more than I should. And I even know likes don't mean shit. It shouldn't and doesn't define an artist. But I still feed myself that bull. I tell myself out of 15K fans this is what you get. Why are you doing this. I didn't start to be popular, or get a shit ton of like or whatever. But we do it, we all do it,. I don't care who you are. We are here sharing for a reason. We obviously want people to see our work so I would definitely be lying if I said it didn't bother me. And it only continues to get worse. Its not that I need anyone's acceptance or anything like that. It doesn't bother me when others don't like my work. I shoot for me and have the style I have because I like it. But at the same time although I know I do not need acceptance from anyone. It does feel great when you know you aren't talking to yourself when you post, it feels great when you know people actually see you and like your work, right? Of course it does. You would be lying if you said it didn't. We all share because we want others to see our work and we want to share it with the world.
Now my whole point of this post is to say, I definitely lost sight of why I started, why I am doing this. I started to make memories for my children. To have an outlet for me. To have something for me to love and do in my own time. Something to help me heal in my journey from my past. Something to help me get my thoughts and emotions out. Although yes, it feels amazing when I know a bunch of ppl see me and do love what I post but its not why I started. Its not what I am doing here. We tend to lose sight of things and fall off track. I know I do a lot with all I do in life. I am far from perfect. But as long as we get back on track and continue trucking forward, that's what matters, right? I am frustrated with engagement. I am sure a lot of us are. It does make me feel like crap and not good enough. Even though, like I said I KNOW it doesn't define people. I see the most amazing artists on a daily basis with thousands of fans get no engagement almost. So, I need to get back on track and get my mind straight with knowing why I am here and getting that bull crap out of my head. Keep doing what I love and do it the best I can and know how.
Life is hard man, so hard. Life is frustrating. We don't know the whys or what ifs. But we certainly can change and fix the way we look at things. We can change our outlook on anything. And thats what I am trying to do. I know I am not the only one that feels this way. And that goes for anything I post. So hopefully my thoughts on my pages can help others struggling through life or anything that they do.
Like I said above. I want my pages to be real and honest with my fans and I want them to be places I can share my thoughts and stay accountable if needed. If I can help others in the process that's just a bonus to me.
Staying focused and on track and keeping in mind why I do what I do is something I am working on. That goes for anything I do, not just photography.
As always. Thanks for reading my thoughts and statuses. Always appreciated.
... vulnerable and not always as strong or courageous as people may believe.
To be honest ... this has been a tough month and more emotionally challenging than I anticipated at the onset of this campaign. I normally do not try to spend so much time thinking about multiple sclerosis or try to dwell on the impact the disease has had on me. I could have taken on this project superficially, but it was an opportunity to reflect, to dig deep. In that process, I have discovered some things about my life, relationships and my own coping strategies that have been confronting and uncomfortable. It will take some time to digest those truths and to decide how I move forward from here.
On the flip side, the support from you all has been equally overwhelming and I sincerely thank you all for engaging in this project.
Every view, fave and comment adds to my pledge to the KGTOMS campaign. The current tally is $618.50
Only 5 days left to share an image with the pledge to kiss goodbye group to help raise awareness about MS. Thank you to everyone that has contributed so far.
I also have a fund raising page, Palo's Pledge, that accepts donations on behalf of MS Australia to further research into this disease.
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Belgium.
Antwerp National Zoo.
Antwerp Zoo (Dutch: ZOO Antwerpen) is a zoo in the centre of Antwerp, Belgium, located next to the Antwerpen-Centraal railway station. It is the oldest animal park in the country, and one of the oldest in the world, established on 21 July 1843.
I have been off flickr for a few years. I am trying to revive this account in order to better organize, archive my various photography/printing projects. So pardon the “work in progress” as I clean up and get things updated. I’m excited to see everyone’s work again :-D and I hope I will be motivated to keep this up! I’m still on insta, but it just doesn’t cut it when it comes to archives and organization.
This is a darkroom print from my project Aftermath.
Aftermath is a photography series I created during the pandemic, using a range of experimental techniques to explore the human condition in times of crisis. By employing methods such as film soup, developing color film with black-and-white chemistry, and innovative and alternative darkroom printing, I aimed to reflect the uncertainties and disruptions of the era. The work delves into themes of resilience, vulnerability, and the broader existential challenges posed by capitalism, offering a layered social commentary on our shared experiences during turbulent times.
A backdoor is a means to access a computer system or encrypted data that bypasses the system's customary security mechanisms.
A developer may create a backdoor so that an application or operating system can be accessed for troubleshooting or other purposes. However, attackers often use backdoors that they detect or install themselves as part of an exploit. In some cases, a worm or virus is designed to take advantage of a backdoor created by an earlier attack.
Whether installed as an administrative tool, a means of attack or as a mechanism allowing the government to access encrypted data, a backdoor is a security risk because there are always threat actors looking for any vulnerability to exploit.
There have been a number of high-profile backdoor attacks that have occurred over the last few decades. One of the most noteworthy was Back Orifice, created in 1999 by a hacker group that called themselves Cult of the Dead Cow. Back Orifice enabled remote control of Windows computers thanks to operating system vulnerabilities.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life . . . You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like maybe we should just be friends or how very perceptive turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
- Neil Gaiman
A captivating black and white portrait showcasing a woman's strength and vulnerability through blurred motion and contrasting textures.
Giant panda (Ailuropoda melanoleuca) - "Bai Yun" - pulling away the burlap bag to find the hidden slices of apples, yams, and other wonderful treats.
Bai Yun (White Cloud) was born on September 7, 1991 at the Woolong Panda Research Center in China. She has lived at the San Diego Zoo since September 1996 and has given birth to 6 beautiful baby pandas.
Conservation Status: Vulnerable (recently upgraded from Endangered)
We've broken each other's walls down to reveal that we are similar on the inside. Fearing vulnerabity we mask ourselves to rest of the world, but we are transparent to each other.
models: me & Kendall Jo.
Check out her modeling and make up artistry on her Instagram! @elegant_warpaint
Mother fossa Cryptoprocta ferox) named "Miles" and three of her four cubs (~ 3.5 months old) in the Africa Rocks section of the San Diego Zoo. Conservation status: vulnerable
Elefante Africano, African Elephant, Loxodonta africana.
IUCN: Vulnerable (Vu)
Moremi Game Reserve
Okavango Delta
Botsuana
'Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild
Pray for heavenly peace..'
fun facts:
Silent Night was a poem that was written in 1816 by Joseph Mohr an Austrian priest.
Franz Xavier Gruber composed the melody to Silent Night (Stille Nacht) in 1818.
Silent Night has since become the most famous Christmas carol of all time.
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i see this every day as i drive my many routes...
it never ceases to call to me.
these lonely trees, huddling together...
against the elements.
the open sky offers no cover.
vulnerable.
Mid-sized diving duck. Male distinctive, with dark rusty head, pale gray body contrasting with black breast, and broad pale bluish band on bill. Female rather nondescript: gray-brown overall with diffuse pale head markings. Note sloping forehead and dark gray bill with pale band near tip. In flight grayish overall (lacks bold white wing stripe). Inhabits marshy and reed-fringed lakes to open reservoirs; locally on the sea in winter, especially when lakes freeze. Locally in flocks, and often associates with winter flocks of Tufted Ducks. Feeds mainly by diving.
Dungeness RSPB, Kent, England. October 2012.
It would be hard to find a more vulnerable place than the Maldives, the lowest lying country in the world, meriting its own entry in the Guinness Book of Records. Every one of the Maldives' 1200 islands, 200 of them inhabited, are suffering from erosion. On all but one, one can see coconut and Pandanus trees lying dead in the sea after the sand holding their roots washed away.
"For the Maldives, 350 is more than just a number: it is a passport to survival for our entire nation" - Quote from an email from His Excellency President Mohamed Nasheed of Maldives to the Global Work Party 101010
Location: K. Gulhi, Maldives
I forgot to get any details on this awesome looking battle wagon. It seem to carry a lot of fire power but those wheels look a bit vulnerable.
Copyright © Tatiana Cardeal. All rights reserved.
Reprodução proibida. © Todos os direitos reservados.
The service stations are the most vulnerable sites to sexual exploitation of children
and adolescents on the Brazilian roads.
The conditions of the offered services at these places reflect the very bad situation of the drive truckers, and also a silent complicity in relation to sexual exploitation.
Indirectly, the owners of service stations benefit it as a source of income for their business.
"Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path." ― Brené Brown
For Self Portrait Sunday, with the theme "vulnerable".
Often asked why I continue year after year, the challenge of gleaning more images, I thought I would get all vulnerable for a few minutes, bare my soul, and divulge the big secret. So, for the “sensitive types”, read no further, go hug your mommy, play with your teddy bear, go suck your lollypop or something.
Do I do it because I am jealous that you got a better picture than me? Good for you, go pound salt – glad you got a good one, now let me go find mine. Am I competitive – I don’t care about yours, it’s mine that I am trying to better. So yes, I am competitive, but it is entirely self-related. Do I need more Snowy Owl pictures? Yes dad blame it – even though I already have 50,000 in the archives (a word that I detest, but that’s another rant), there is still that one elusive image I require. In a nut shell, I continue because I can…
So let’s discuss toys. I don’t own an ATV (too damn loud in the bush), don’t own a jet plane (prefer to shoot from the ground), don’t own a condo in Old Folksville, Florida, (too far from the birds), don’t own a Sea Doo (camera gear gets too wet), don’t vacation in Cuba (the friggin cigars stink and Castro is still at the helm), instead I indulge myself with the best in camera gear (speaking of which, I think I will sack the next camera club sissy that cries “no fair”). Here is the reality – if you are focally challenged, get closer to the subject (case in point: most of my raptors are shot with a 300mm lens). Does one need a 47 gazillion mega-friggin pixel body if posting on the net? Any point and shoot will do. I buy the best because I am an equipment junkie and don’t have a lot of other toys (apart from Angelina and the Ram). In a nutshell, stop whining about your equipment, buy some camo and go practice the art of patience and stealth.
This brings me to the subject of settings (birds in flight). Shoot at the highest ISO required for the situation, shoot one or two stops above the lenses minimum aperture, use the highest shutter speed possible. Now send me $29.95 for that on-line workshop (cash and small unmarked bills please. Americans add 1% because your dollar sucks right now).
In case you think photography is all fun and games, its not. I have been verbally crucified by tree-hugging dickweeds, accosted by equipment challenged sissies, chased by the Ministry of Natural Resources Robo-cop wannabee units, had snakes crawl up my pant legs, got my arse bitten by snapping turtles, eaten by blood sucking ticks and mosquitoes, the list is long… and Angelina is still putting on weight.
Finally, there is the aspect of processing (on which I will elaborate more eloquently and at great length in a future posting). Suffice it to say, given the perils I face on a daily basis and the number of new images acquired, processing is time consuming. As the above image demonstrates, most nights I pass out over the computer keyboard, often awakening to “how the heck did I do that” images… zzzzzzzzzzformatformatformatzzzz
Our third major leopard encounter was with a lovely female African leopard Panthera pardus pardus). It was nearly 7pm and the light was beginning to fade, but she was still clearly visible lying on a branch. After a while she sat up and looked out beyond our vehicles. I think dinner was on her mind. She must have seen something because she suddenly bounded down the tree to the ground, walked a bit through the grass, and then disappeared.
Maasai Mara National Reserve, Kenya, Africa.
Conservation status: Vulnerable
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/god-word-creator-authority
Introduction
Almighty God says, "Satan has been corrupting mankind for thousands of years. It has wrought untold amounts of evil, has deceived generation after generation, and has committed heinous crimes in the world. It has abused man, deceived man, seduced man to oppose God, and has committed evil acts that have confounded and impaired God’s plan of management time and time again. Yet, under the authority of God, all things and living creatures continue to abide by the rules and laws set down by God. Compared to the authority of God, Satan’s evil nature and rampancy are so ugly, so disgusting and despicable, and so small and vulnerable. Even though Satan walks among all things created by God, it is not able to enact the slightest change in the people, things, and objects commanded by God. Several thousand years have passed, and mankind still enjoys the light and air bestowed by God, still breathes the breath exhaled by God Himself, still enjoys the flowers, birds, fish and insects created by God, and enjoys all the things provided by God; day and night still continually replace each other; the four seasons alternate as usual; the geese flying in the sky depart in this winter, and still return in the next spring; the fish in the water never leave the rivers and lakes—their home; the cicadas on the ground sing their hearts out during the summer days; the crickets in the grass gently hum in time to the wind during autumn; the geese gather into flocks, while the eagles remain solitary; the prides of lions sustain themselves by hunting; the elk don’t stray from the grass and flowers….
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Male koala (Phascolarctos cinereus) waking up for breakfast at the San Diego Zoo. Conservation status: Vulnerable
The Indian skimmer or Indian scissors-bill. The decreasing population has led it to being classed as vulnerable by the IUCN.[1] It is threatened by habitat loss and degradation, pollution and disturbance by humans
GOTHAM.
I’ve never seen it look so… young.
So small.
So vulnerable.
This is not my city.
Then again, it’s not my time.
If I didn’t have a mission, this entire trip would’ve made a kicks holiday.
No cars in the sky.
No Jokerz kicking over old ladies.
No pollution blocking out the sun.
Not even a single Splicer in sight.
Schway.
It’s so peaceful and quie-
An explosion interrupts my train of thought. The jarring boom is followed by various alarms, children crying, and the rumble of concrete getting thrown about.
Slag, I was enjoying being in the olden days.
Back to it then.
The sounds of destruction continue, as I activate my thrusters, and launch towards the screams.
…
Clouds of smoke and dust obscure my vision, nothing a little thermal imaging can’t fix. As it activates, I can see each person in sight; some trapped under rubble, others sprayed out across the pavement, while the rest run for their lives. …but from what?
Then it hits me.
Literally.
…
“Look Mom! Batman’s here to save us!”
"Come with me honey, it's too dangerous to be around here"
"There's someone in the rubble over there!"
Struggling, I manage to get up. Whatever hit me, hit hard.
A mother and son couple rush to meet me as I come to a stand. The mother is clearly affected by the event, while hope beams from her son’s face as he looks upon me.
“Mom! Nightwing’s back too!”
The mother grips my shoulder tightly and starts to shake, disorienting me more. I muster a grunt that makes her stop.
“Shaking me is not going to help, lady”
“You’ve gotta save us from that thing!”
She starts pounding at my chest, definitely not helping, especially with that sharp pounding occurring in my head. What hit me?!
“It’s okay, Mom. Batman will stop it. Go join him, Nightwing!”
Her child tugs at my leg and points behind me. In my daze, I reluctantly turn, and the horror I see, I recognize instantly.
I’ve seen the design before from Bruce’s old casefiles. It’s an OMAC.
And already on top of it, is Batman.
…
The rooftop nearest to the scuffle is where I relocate to, can’t risk letting myself be known to him this early on. Bruce looks so young. His costume reflects this. The bright blue of the cape and cowl is already a jarring contrast for me. I’ve only ever seen black and grey.
I can’t help but snigger. “Dark Knight”, what a joke. More like “Denim Knight” hahaha.
He looks so schwarbage. There’s too much blue clashing here, which makes it harder to keep a track of the fight. The blues of that Batman and the OMAC, swirling around each other, make for an interesting spectacle. Every now and then a flash of the other Batman’s grey reveals his position.
He’s losing.
Then. He speaks.
…
”Oracle”
It's clear he's talking to an informant. Just like how I had Bruce, now I have A.L.F.R.E.D. I ask A.L.F.R.E.D to tap into the connection, so I can listen in. The person on the other side is a female, which surprises me.
“Oracle, here. I’m well ahead of you. Checking the files on these things. Just throw stuff at it! Something’s bound to work.”
“Can you hurry it up? I’m getting my arse handed to me here”
The OMAC slams its arms down, catching his cape, and grounding him. He rolls before the next arm hammers down, gets back up, and starts to throw superheated batarangs at it, which simply bounce off, much to his disappointment. He starts to yell at ‘Oracle’ again.
“Well?? how was the last one defeated?”
“… It just found it! Clark threw it into a Volcano! The average temperature being 1,200 degrees…”
“Here comes the but…”
“But, we can’t trust this model, given that those batarangs were heated to 2,000…”
“So we need to find the melting point!”
While dodging the OMAC, the other Batman puts on a pair of roughly put together gloves, activates them, resulting in a warm, red, glow, and gets into a ready stance… Ready for the incoming clash… I’ve seen this tech before.
Sure enough, the fight starts, with him pitting his superheated gauntlets against the OMAC.
But does his fist bounce off? Does the device break on impact? No.
The punch melts through the fist of the creature.
You know what would’ve made this schway? An epic shockwave, as these two titans go at it. But nah, the gauntlets rip through that creature, like a hot knife through butter.
Enough to cut it.
But not enough to defeat it.
There is a moment of silence. We all stand there, watching the aftermath of the punch.
Its arm is completely gone. It looks at the stub, then up at the other Batman, then back at the stub. It’s as if it’s trying to comprehend just what happened.
Then it’s skin starts to shift, little ridges appear along its body, eventually turning into tentacles, moving to the stub.
The sight of this creature, as it struggles to reform its arm is enough to turn any man white. Like something out of John Carpenter’s “The Thing”; the little tentacles desperately coming together in a mass, to create what resembles an arm.
Once the new arm is established, the other Batman finally springs back into action.
“Oracle, This ain’t gonna go down unless the body is completely obliterated.”
“What were those?
He yells out his response, as he prepares another punch.
“Something I’ve been working on.”
“What is their max temperature?”
“6000”
The next punch causes the left gauntlet to shatter, broken.
“Damnit! I’m not gonna be hitting as hard now. Oracle you gotta find a fix, and fast!”
“Nearest location with a temperature that would be able to stand 6,000 degrees is the Sionis-“
“Sionis Steel Mill!”
Once he realizes this, he immediately tries to lure the OMAC to the north of the city. Without hesitation, the OMAC thunders towards him.
“Even then, the average furnace temperatures there can barely exceed 5,500, how will you manage that extra 500 degrees?”
Another strike comes his way, resulting in a hurried response as he struggles to dodge. He’s getting tired.
“I’ll figure it out! Just gotta lure it to-“
The arm finally catches him, and The Batman is knocked aside, this is definitely a young version of Bruce, he’s sloppy.
This is my opportunity to step in, I won’t let this one die!
…
Judging by their conversation, it’s pretty clear what I have to do. Subject it to a heat of over 6000 degrees. Easy. Bruce tinkered with his Thermite to have a base heat of over 10,000.
The only problem is getting it inside the OMAC, to contain the blast. Otherwise, this entire street block will be leveled. But first. I want to try something as I engage.
The OMAC stands over the other Batman, ready to kill.
Before it can do so, I interrupt it.
“Hey big guy!”
It turns and approaches me.
“You’re a robot, aren’t ya?”
No response. Typical.
“Not much of a talker, I see. Well- Whoops!”
It almost got me with that attack. Can’t be too friendly, gotta keep focused.
“Let’s see how you like this!”
I activate the EMP on by belt. Immediately those little ridges appear again, turning into tentacles. Infuriating the OMAC even more.
This should make things easy.
As I boost towards it, the OMAC starts to solidify again, the effect the EMP had on it isn’t going to last long.
By now the new arm has become solid. How do I know? Because it hits me right in the face and I’m grounded. Was not expecting that.
Just as I get up, that arm is there to greet me again.
Slag! This guy is tougher than I thought.
No brainer as to what I have to do next.
I have to use its own fury against it.
As I dodge the next arm that hammers down, resulting in a slab of concrete narrowly missing my head, my hand goes to my belt.
My next move is crucial, and I better make it count.
The OMAC makes another decisive blow, lodging its arm in the brickwork.
This is my chance. I jump onto the trapped arm, embedding it further into the ground, using the force as a springboard to deliver what is, hopefully, a final punch.
Once down, the OMAC starts to reform again. This is my chance. I force the Thermite from my belt, deep into the OMAC’s chest.
I swear these boots are the best thing in my arsenal, the thrusters manage to eject me outside the blast radius, with barely any time to spare. Before I know it the blast force engulfs me, and I’m thrown off course.
…
The dust settles, revealing the other Batman, observing me. The OMAC lies in pieces to the right of him. Guess my cover has been blown… literally. I address him as I start to stand up.
“Bruce Wayne, I’ve been looking for you.”
Just the mention of his name puts the other Batman into shock, but after a moment, he composes himself, and speaks.
“I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
I’ve got no time for this attitude. I forgot how easily it pissed me off.
“You wear the same symbol I do. You know exactly who I’m talking about.”
The other Batman doesn’t waste time, he starts to walk away, much to my anger, and shouts over his shoulder:
“I am not Bruce Wayne. Good luck finding him.”
In a fit of rage I activate my thrusters and tackle him down, hoist him up by his cape, and pin him against the nearest brick wall.
As he attempts to break free I lock his arm behind his back and start to apply pressure.
It’s time to get some answers.
“Enough of your games. Where is he? Where the hell is Bruce Wayne?”
Instead I get no answer, only a blank stare from him. I’ve come too far just to get nothing.
Before I know it, I’m screaming in fury while punching him repeatedly, as I start my interrogation.
“WHERE IS BRUCE WAYNE?! SLAG IT, ANSWER ME!”
In the moment before he passes out, I rip off his mask, revealing someone I haven’t seen in a long time: Tim Drake. Tim looks at me with the fiercest eyes, splutters out blood and simply states:
“Bruce Wayne is dead.”