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there is no slow lingering death but rather a collapse and swift demise to oblivion.
Makuleke Concession
Kruger National Parl
Limpopo
South Africa
When a piece of Syvon's soul containing his acperience powers returned, Viara and her father, the soul watcher were both surprised.
Though the fate of Monarth and the rest of Syvon was unknown, the soul watcher forged the returned soul into a new acperience warden. Alai, as the warden was named, was modelled after Viara, but took on a more brash personality.
As opposed to Syvon, Alai's method of 'beating sense' into the dead proved effective and the soul cycle could slowly start to continue once more.
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It didn't take too long to build Alai, since a large portion was copied from Viara. The lower torso is largely original though, as is the back. I aimed for a slightly stockier build with her, though some of the design choices resulted in longer arms and the sides being a bit flimsy. I like the final look though.
Trivia:
-Alai's stomach is still orange as opposed to her translucent tail, because she hasn't fully matured yet. Once she's lived a few years, her belly will become translucent and glowy like here sister's.
-Like Viara, the shaping is inspired by Pokémon's Mewtwo.
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Texture www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/
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my Special Angel ♫ ♫ ♫
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"" Walking up the hill tonight
And you have closed your eyes
I wish I didn't have to make
All those mistakes and be wise
Please try to be patient
And know that I'm still learning
I'm sorry that you have to see
The strength inside me burning
Where are you my angel now
Don't you see me crying?
And I know that you can't do it all
But you can't say I'm not trying
I'm on my knees in front of him
But he doesn't seem to see me
But all his troubles on his mind
He's looking right through me
And I'm letting myself down
By satisfying you
And I wish that you could see
That I have my troubles too
Looking at you sleeping
I'm with the man I love
I'm sitting here weeping
While the hours pass so slow
And I know that in the morning
I'll have to let you go
And you'll be just a man
Once I used to know
And for these past few days
Someone I don't recognize
This isn't all my fault
When will you realize
Looking at you leaving, I'm looking for a sign..""..... (Marketa Irglova )
When I travel I often seem to stumble into foreign weddings. It’s a great situation for a few candid shots of happy people.
The garden façade of Château du Champ-de-Bataille, Sainte-Opportune-du-Bosc, Normandy, France
Some background information:
The Château du Champ-de-Bataille (in English: "Palace on the battlefield") is a palace in the French department of Eure within the region of Normandy in Northern France. Before the regions of Upper and Lower Normandy were merged in 2016 becoming one region, the stately home belonged to the region of Upper Normandy (in French: "Haute-Normandie"). The palace lies between the little town of Le Neubourg and the village of Sainte-Opportune-du-Bosc on the municipal territory of Sainte-Opportune-du-Bosc. The landscape where it is located, is named "Campagne du Neubourg", a level country bordered by the rivers Iton to the east and Risle to the west.
The Château du Champ-de-Bataille is also situated about 35 km (22 miles) to the southwest of the city of Rouen, about 55 km (34 miles) to the southeast of the city of Le Havre and about 130 km (81 miles) to the northwest of the French capital Paris. in 1952, parts of the estate were listed as a French national historic monument ("monument historique"), in 1971, even more parts were added and since 1995, the whole site has landmark status.
Some sources claim that the palace was named after the Battle of Sainte-Opportune-du-Bosc, in which the troops of William Longsword, then ruler of the Normandy, allegedly fought against the army of Robert II (also known as "Robert the Dane"), archbishop of Rouen and Earl of Évreux. However, as the battle is dated to the year 935 and Robert the Dane died not before 1037, others believe that the Battle of Sainte-Opportune-du-Bosc is just a legend. Instead they assume that the first owner of this site was a nobleman named Bataille.
Historically confirmed is the year of the château’s start of construction, 1653. Two years before, Alexandre, Earl of Créquy-Bernieulle, was sentenced to exile in the countryside. He was lucky not to have been sentenced to death, as he was a member of the rebels during the so-called Fronde. The Fronde was a series of civil wars that took place between 1648 and 1653. During the Fronde, Alexandre de Créquy was imprisoned and banned, while the insurrection against the royal absolutism the young king Louis XIV and his loyal chief minister Cardinal Mazarin was defeated.
De Créquy had no other chance but to resign to his fate and hence, decided to erect a palace in his rural exile, which reminded him of the splendour of the royal court and also allowed him to demonstrate his power. Construction started in 1653 and was finished in 1665. To realise his dream, he engaged the renowned architect Louis le Vau, who was also involved in the construction of the royal Château de Versailles. The palace’s impressive inner courtyard as well as its classic lines and perfect proportions make it a unique example of the baroque architecture of its day.
After de Créquy’s death, his nephew Gabriel-René, Marquis of Mailloc, inherited the mansion. In 1720, he married Claude-Lydie d’Harcourt, but already died four years later. After his death, the Château du Champ-de-Bataille came into possession of his wife’s family. Soon afterwards, it was inhabited by Anne-François d’Harcourt, Duke of Beuvron.
During the French Revolution, the palace was plundered. In 1802, it was still in possession of the family d’Harcourt, but when it was offered the British merchant Thomas Thornton, he answered that despite the Château du Champ-de-Bataille is still beautiful, it has no central water supply and that’s why he has to decline with thanks. In 1805, it was sold anyway, but rebought by the Earl of Harcourt in 1903.
In 1936, it was sold again and utilised as an orphanage. During World War II, it was first occupied by British troops and then by German troops. After the liberation of France the palace served as a prisoner of war camp. In 1948, the family d’Harcourt rebought the château once again and in 1966, the family celebrated its millenary anniversary in its stately home.
1992 was another important year in the history of the Château du Champ-de-Bataille, because in that year the palace was bought by the French architect, interior and garden designer Jacques Garcia. He carried out large-scale renovations and restored its former 18th century splendour. But he also attended to the meanwhile ragged gardens and recreated the large French formal gardens in all their glory.
Garcia was inspired by sketches of the original gardens, long vanished, which showed the placement of the great terrace, the broderies and bosquets, and the proportions of the squares of Apollo and Diana. These features were scrupulously reproduced, while the new features of the garden took their "measure and tone" from the original model. Today, the garden is listed by the French Ministry of Culture as one of the Notable Gardens of France ("Jardin remarquable"). Both gardens and palace can be visited (if current corona regulations allow it).
i love these beautiful white hollyhocks in my garden hiding behind the leaves....
EXPLORE ~ # 262 ~ July 1,2010
I was so focused on this being my 11th year on flickr,
that I forgot it was also the first day of SPRING!
Let's celebrate!
The details really pop when viewed large on black.
Another shot of this house in Poetry, Texas, this time from the front. You can see that this must have been quite a beautiful house in it's day, but that day was a long time ago. It's now very decayed, with the interior floors sloping downhill on either side of the house from the center pier.
I can't seem to get a nice, clear, moonlit night out here to shoot this place properly!
And now I never will. Sadly, as of October 2009, this house has reportedly burned down, evidently a victim of arson.
Night, full moon through clouds, natural flashlight and green-gelled strobe.
A shot of short Dart 42559 SN05DSV, a very well worked and careworn member of the First Kernow fleet.
For years, these were largely found on the Falmouth area locals and a few other routes around Camborne but this one is covering for an errant new e200 when seen climbing out of Fowey.
When we can, I love to dash to our local park before the rain starts to see if anything good pops up. It wasn't looking good for birds (or mushrooms for Elliot) as it started to rain and we'd been at the park for about a half an hour. I was about to give up when I spotted a Brown Creeper making its way up the tree. It peeked around the trunk to give me a look and then came out into full view. When it flew off, I saw movement on different tree and there was another creeper! 😲 They are easier to see when the trees have no leaves.
Elliot hates being out in the rain but he must have known when I spot one bird, let alone two he is in trouble! He didn't get too wet. 😄
When jetlag kicks in and waking up earlier than desired what are you suppose to do? taking pictures of course :)
Copyright Susan Ogden
Most people know i am not good at mornings! I am the kind of person that likes total quiet after waking...no questions...no chatter...just a cuppa and quiet! I fall asleep late...sometimes in the wee hours when i have an insomnia attack...so i can do my best sleeping until 8 or 8:30am and i average only 5-6 hours sleep. That being said, i woke to a phone call from my daughter at about 7:30am after driving her kids to school.
“Mom...grab your camera and get out to the bypass just between Basnight’s and the little bridge where the fishermen are always standing....you won’t be disappointed. It is BEAUTIFUL this morning...the sound is like glass and the reflections are amazing!”
I dragged myself up and grabbed my camera and out i went in my flannel PJ bottoms and a sweatshirt! I do not even remember brushing my hair...but then i had not had my wake up cuppa so who knows! Brain was still a bit hazy!
THIS is what i found. The sky....completely melted into the sound. From this photo you would think the horizon line is that tiny sliver of white to the right of the shot...but it is not. That is a thin split in the clouds....the horizon line is somewhere in the darker section, below the cloud on the far right margin of the photo!
I love the skies here...always beautiful, especially in the fall for some reason. This is now one of my favorite captures and i thanked my daughter for the heads up on this, Sometimes getting up early has wonderful rewards! :D
The period just after the Black Prince take-over was interesting for First Leeds given it brought many Scania buses into the fleet from a wide range of backgrounds. This is No 36923 F423GWG, which was new in August 1989 at Potters Bar, London. It graduated through their owning company and ended up in Liverpool before coming with many others to Black Prince. It lasted another 3 years with first radiating from Kirkstall or Bramley garages before going for scrap towards the end of 2009. It is captured operating an evening 97A which was a former West Yorkshire route from Leeds. Thrown out on a peak board by the maverick of the day :)
In order to turn the vehicle and still give the residents of West of Guiseley a bus service, it did a loop on Netherfield Rd and then Ings Lane before heading back to Leeds. Nowadays the bus doesn't come down here and is re-numbered 27, the area on the left is housing, albeit the clock survives locally in a car park opposite.
Using two plastic Cocktail glasses with coloured liquid. Suspended by fishing wire and bounced off each other. 3 SD200 flash units used with a black clothe background
Stairs and stairs but the view....
Mi sono accorta che è un po' di tempo che non posto foto giapponesi!!
I am reading the new book "Digital Capture After Dark" by Amanda Quintenz-Fiedler and Philipp Scholz Rittermann. The book intrigues me again on the night photography.
But I am born to be a lazy photographer. I do not want to go to the remote or exotic places for night photography. I do not shoot RAW and I do not use a lot of post-production techniques as suggested by the writers. I don't even use DSLR for night shooting as everyone said compact camera has too much noise in the small sensor.
Anyways I just walk in the back alley in my neighbourhood and shoot in JPEG. I am just too lazy to fiddle around the white balance and therefore shoot in the B&W mode in-camera.
My photo club friends always tease me as crazy guy that associates photography with philosophy. Yes there is the philosophy that inspires you to see the beauty in mundane subjects and I believe there is a special charisma of night too. When the night falls, you can see some sort of special beauty even in a back alley.
Do you think so?
Happy weekend!
Fuji X10
ISO 400 F5.6 1.8 second
Back in 2019, when Freightliner was in charge of this diaily service, 66532 heads slowly into the small village of Bedlinog working 6C93 Cwmbargoed to Port Talbot.
When I first thought about using this photo as a New Year's greeting, I had an accompanying text like: I wish everyone for 2025 a cheerful bird on their shoulder (or whatever form of happiness applies to you).
But then I realized that not everyone finds crows fantastic and intriguing creatures, but that people often see them as symbols of death. In that way, my well-intentioned wish could suddenly be seen as very cynical. As if I were wishing for all those terrible, senseless wars to continue.
So here: I wish everyone the strength to choose cooperation, forgiveness, and love over selfishness, revenge, and hate. And perhaps a cheerful bird on your shoulder ;)
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Toen ik er eerst over dacht om deze foto te gebruiken als een nieuwjaarsgroet, dacht ik aan een begeleidende tekst als: Ik wens iedereen voor 2025 een vrolijke vogel op de schouder toe (of welke ander vorm van geluk dan ook voor jullie van toepassing is).
Maar daarna bedacht ik me dat niet iedereen kraaien fantastische en intrigerende wezens vindt, maar dat mensen ze ook vaak als symbolen van dood zien. Op die manier zou mijn goedbedoelde wens ineens als heel cynisch beschouwd kunnen worden. Alsof ik zou wensen dat al die vreselijke, zinloze oorlogen maar blijven voortduren.
Dus bij deze: ik wens iedereen de kracht toe om te kiezen voor samenwerking, vergevingsgezindheid en liefde in plaats van egoïsme, wraak en haat. En dan eventueel met een vrolijke vogel op je schouder ;)
Shot with my broken Tamron 18-270 lens that stopped auto-focusing, and doing so manually is cumbersome. Hope it get's fixed soon!
Camera: 1953 620 Kodak Brownie Model D
Film: Expired film pulled from disposable camera film - 800 Redscaled (flipped)
When the night has come / And the land is dark / And the Rigi is the only light we'll see... (original version featuring the moon, not Rigi, by Ben E.King, and well, there is also a tiny light source by Restaurant Seebodenalp).
I had some time on my hands waiting for a bus, though no tripod and only the 100mm lens, so the photo is not technically where I'd like it to be. I'm still uploading this because I like how the eye moves from the barren trees up the slope to the mast on top of Rigi, or the other way around. See the shot to the right on my stream for a daytime shot from roughly the same place.