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When the dunes of Rubjerg Knude, in northwest Denmark, meet the Atlantic waters and winds, give shape to a quite unique sand cliff along the coast
- when i picked up some pears at the roadside ( cycle parked alongside ) red admiral landed on my jacket
- shot with honor 6 x
- colours were difficult to reproduce, i changed white balance from awb to sunlight
La Madeleine, Paris
The card was sent on 26th September 1903 to Miss Dorothy Cornelius, 11 Coleraine Road, Westcombe Park, Blackheath, London SE from Mr Bandran, 52 Avenue de St Cloud, Versailles, prés Paris. The front begins, towards the bottom, Dear Dorothy, Georges won't be cross any more, now. I sent him a card little time ago. Kind regards to you all. I hope you enjoy yourself now. Please let me know how is your finger now? Better surely.
It then continues on numbered lines at the top: Please, now, sent me the cards to Versailles. I shall put my address on the other side of that card. I shall soon send you some postcards from. I must tell you that when I ride on horseback I never wear any red clothes and never run into the bushes. In Paris, we never smoke like that boy on your P.C. But I think you saw Paul and I smoking so you must know now. Am waiting for some news. Sincerely yours, Gaston.
In 1903, Dorothy Cornelius was seventeen years old. She lived at 11 Coleraine Road Blackheath in the house of her parents Joshua and Ada Cornelius. Her father was an inspector for the Board of Agriculture. She had a twin brother, Joshua, and a younger brother Cecil.
The family do not appear to be on the 1911 census, and may have gone abroad.
When the D67 job runs long and the crew is out of time before returning to Luther, it seems that it is fairly common practice to squirrel the train away in the siding between Berkeley and Ferguson. The crew has left about an hour ago when the sun comes out and washes over the scene here at CP Ferguson.
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-January 31, 2016
“When we embrace our most daring, seemingly unobtainable ambitions, we may find ourselves on a path of unremarkable success.”
― Lisa J. Morris
I had the urge to create a new Self-MOC when I discovered how Uniter Kopaka's shoulders worked. It was a nice challenge figuring out how to reverse the shoulder joint and make it look good from all angles. For the most part, it offers more articulation than the standard connection. This, paired with the double elbow joint, gives Pairu a ton of arm movement.
Pairu's color scheme has a wide range, and I think it works, but I'll take any suggestions. This guy also needs an element.
A line up of VL and AD class single decks in Donnybrook. At the time there were 40+ such buses based in the garage, a far cry from thesedays
When my train stop at the most crowded station - Tanah Abang. People were rushing to get inside the fully pack train. I was inside "lady section" of the commuter train. Actually I just sit for not later than a minute before I give my chair to the grandma and this baby girl later also sit in front of me.
Anyway, this is the 1st time for me hoping commuter line to Bogor ( outside Jakarta ). I stand for about 2 hours before I reached to Bogor and I still got heavy flu while went there and I get back to Jakarta by own car. The train is very cheap and the Bogor station also very modern and clean. However due to the long weekend everywhere is too crowded that day. All the commuter train in Jakarta is used train imported from Japan.
I was pleasantly surprised when Heather stopped and agreed to let me take her picture today. I was only surprised because the weather wasn't really conducive to being stopped on the street by a random stranger with a dog who asked to take your picture.
She was very gracious about it. But as she started to "smile for the camera", I had to ask (and explain) my "no smile rule". Her response was appreciated. "Oh, thank God! I have to smile ALL DAY at work, so I really didn't feel like smiling now."
I knew I was requesting that for a reason. I just have to find the right people.
When I was a small boy " ; ) " and the internet was young, so young in fact that they didn't call it "The internet" not even the WWW it was called the World Wide Web, the marketing campaign for this phenomenon was "No borders and No rules“
The governments of this world was chocked!
No rules?! They cried.
No borders?! They wept.
Ever since that day a long time ago the different governments of this world have searched for a way of controlling the internet.
Up until now they had fought in wain, for the internet was run by corporations and universities.
Information wants to be free, you can't control the freedom of creativity. The universities said.
Impose restrictions? Then no one will pay for using it. The companies said.
Then something happened, 9/11and flukeish enough 911 days later the attack on Barcelona, and yes I know that the number of the American distress call is 911.
The world was in shock.
Do something, stop this! People screamed.
And the governments did, they invented the Patriot act.
( www.epic.org/privacy/terrorism/hr3162.html )
"This stupid law is even in some use here in Sweden.
Sweden?! The one country in the world where all is welcome and the value of human life is greater than anything in the world"
And the people accepted this, if the people had not, then the internet would still be free. Now they have the power to control, the power to impose.
If you don't follow our rules, then to hell with you. The governments say.
I don't think it’s fair to blame the flickr team, yes they should have consulted us the paying users before they did this, but I think their only option was do this or shut down the German, Malaysian, Singaporean, Korean and Hong Kong servers. Blocking users of named countries from even watching flowers and landscapes.
We can fight as much as we want, we can scream as much as we want, it will be of no use.
But this is no reason to stop.
We will scream! We will fight!
But remember that a protest is a protest until someone throws a Molotov, then it's a riot.
As long as we are protesting within the boundaries the law, we will be able to keep this going, and maybe win this.
But as soon as someone throws that first Molotov we will shift the power over to them, and they will start to ban users and maybe even shut down the servers in the affected countries.
So instead of blaming the flickr crew you should help them, there are a lot of us flickr users out there and I’ll bet some of you living in Germany, Singapore, Malaysia, Korea and Hong Kong and use flickr have a better knowledge of the laws in your countries than they have on flickr headquarters, mail them and give them some advice and show them the loopholes.
And please stop this crying of Nazis, Germany is one of the countries affected and our German friends have suffered enough of the war, there are not many left in Germany who actually participated in that horrid event so lay of the Nazi bit ok. Forgive but don't forget.
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Play this straight and maybe we will win this.
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If your Yahoo! ID is based in Singapore, Germany, Hong Kong or Korea you will only be able to view safe content based on your local Terms of Service so won’t be able to turn SafeSearch off.
In other words that means, that german users can not access photos on flickr that are not flaged "safe" ... only flowers and landscapes for the germans ...
We will not let this happen! Copy and upload this picture to your account - show flickr who we are!
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Si votre compte Yahoo! est basé à Singapour, à Hong Kong, en Corée ou en Allemagne, vous ne pourrez voir que les photos qui n'ont pas été marquées comme ayant un contenu qui peut choquer. Toutes les autres ne vous seront pas accessibles. Vous serez donc condamnés à ne voir que des paysages et des fleurs. Il ne faut pas laisser faire ça. Envoyez cette photo sur votre compte pour montrer à Flickr que nous savons nous mobiliser contre la censure !
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Si tu Yahoo! ID está basada en Singapor, Alemania, Hong Kong o Corea sólamente verás contenido llamado seguro basándose en nuestros términos de servicio locales y no podrás deshabilitar el modo de búsqueda segura..
En otras palabras esto significa, que usuarios alemanes p.ej. ya no podrán acceder a fotos en flickr que hayan sido "flagged", es decir marcadas como no seguras y para todo público... solamente flores y paisajes para los alemanes ...
No permitiremos que ésto suceda! Copia y carga esta foto a tu cuenta de yahoo por favor para mostrar a flickr quienes somos!
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Se você tem uma Yahoo! ID de Cingapura, Alemanha, Hong Kong ou Coréia você apenas será capaz de ver fotos classificadas como seguras e segundo seu termo de serviços não poderá desligar esta função.
Em outras palavras: alemães, coreanos, cingapurenses e os habitantes de Hong Kong não podem visualizar fotos no flickr que estejam classificadas como restritas ou moderadas.... apenas flores e paisagens para eles.
Nós não vamos deixar isto acontecer! Copie e faça upload desta foto - mostre ao flickr quem somos!
Remember back when we could all gather as a group?
Remember back when when we could go to a baseball game?
Remember back when we could shake hands with a new acquaintance?
Remember back when we could go shopping anywhere and have lunch or dinner at a restaurant?
Remember back when we were not afraid to leave our house?
This photo was taken by a Kowa/SIX medium format film camera and KOWA 1:2.8/85mm lens with a Zenza Bronica 67mm SY44•2C(Y1) filter using Kodak 400TX film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitalized by Photoshop.
I kept this picture to be the last to post from India... My way to say "good bye"...
The stones make me feel like an ancient God traveled that side and the river made the stones appear not to let his feet getting wet...
I used to believe that there is something good, divine, in each of us....
When I look at this image, I think of my sister Christine. She was only 38 when she was taken from us. Her story is a sad one. She was a very troubled young woman and didn't cope well with life's issues. She was reported missing in September of 2003 and found in April of 2004. The crime was never solved and never will be. Cases like hers fall through the cracks.
Sometimes I see Christine in my daughter Rachel. A certain smile, a tilt of the head. The recent portrait I posted of Rachel is one such moment. Sometimes, I have called Rachel by my sister's name.
Today (January 4th), Christine would be 46. She is my little sister and I miss her very much. ♥
01.12.11
Thanks so very much to everyone for your wonderful comments. This image means a lot to me. I hope everyone sees inspiration in this image ... like I do!
Nail technicians and skin-care specialists (the salon workers who do the most waxing) earn a mean annual pre-tax wage of $22,150 to $31,990. This figure doesn't include tips, which can total another $4,430 to $6,398—a clear financial incentive to befriend your clients in this service-based, nonreciprocal way.
And yet. When it came to 38, I wanted the cash, not the compliment, to show the value of my abilities. And maybe, to compensate for how she got to leave feeling so clean and sexy—but I could still smell her body on me, ever so faintly, even after I threw away the gloves and washed my hands.
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I’m not sure what the phrase “owning your sexuality” means to you, but for me, one thing it entails is responsibility: doing my best to make sexual choices that are sound for me and a partner. (That’s also part of doing consent well.)
If I am offering something sexually light and fun but anticipate that it will be emotionally or interpersonally complex–or if I’m feeling stressed, confused and worried about it–then I can know that easy-breezy is neither what I can expect nor earnestly offer.
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Can Sex “Just for Fun” Be Emotionally Healthy?
October 11, 2011 by Heather Corinna
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This week’s installment of Heather Corinna‘s sex-and-relationships advice column tackles the issue of casual sex.
...Q: So excited for this new blog spot! Can you discuss whether it’s emotionally healthy to have sex outside of relationships? I want to own my sexuality, but all of the advice around me seems to be no-sex-outside-of-relationships-or-marriage. I know this depends on the individual, but any insight would be great! I’ve been toying with asking an ex–whom I am friends with–to have sex just for fun. I’m 98 percent sure he’ll agree, but I am worried about emotional health consequences. He has always wanted a much closer relationship than I do. I’m worried I’ll feel guilty for possibly leading him (or myself) into wanting more.
You’re right: this is a very individual and situational decision. To give some context, a recent study found that, on average, for 20-year-olds, casual sex and committed relationships led to the same level of psychological health. But individuals aren’t averages. Not everyone wants or is comfortable with sex in the same kinds of relationships or scenarios (including committed relationships). Context and interpersonal dynamics factor in, too.
There are some guidelines, however, that everyone can apply. When a sexual situation is likely to be sound, we usually feel good heading into it, as does anyone else involved. If we feel uncertain or predict negative feelings on anyone’s part, those are strong cues not to proceed.
I’m not sure what the phrase “owning your sexuality” means to you, but for me, one thing it entails is responsibility: doing my best to make sexual choices that are sound for me and a partner. (That’s also part of doing consent well.) If I am offering something sexually light and fun but anticipate that it will be emotionally or interpersonally complex–or if I’m feeling stressed, confused and worried about it–then I can know that easy-breezy is neither what I can expect nor earnestly offer.
Even when I’m having sex-for-sex’s-sake–which I would define as sex that takes place outside of a larger intimate relationship, without any agreed-upon, intended or implied commitment–that doesn’t mean I have zero responsibility for my emotional health or that of others. My partner (or wanna-be partner) and I still owe one another respect, care and consideration, which includes considering possible outcomes, even if we don’t intend to be there with each other for them.
It sounds like you’re on board with that, and you’ve already voiced your own sense that this specific situation probably isn’t sound for you or your ex. While he’d likely agree to sex, clearly some of this wouldn’t be fun for him or you, and could be an emotional landmine. While your romantic relationship may be over, you two are in a relationship: you have a history and a friendship, and it sounds like you have strong feelings for and about one another that are not only or primarily sexual. If what you want is just a roll in the proverbial hay, this isn’t likely to be it.
It also sounds like you’ve been curious about sex outside of romantic relationships, but you haven’t felt supported in or exposed to alternatives. So you might also want to give yourself more time to take a bit more stock of what you want and to find people to talk with who aren’t all saying the same things. If that’s not currently available to you, Sex & Single Girls is a great anthology with a diverse array of women writing about various sexual experiences. I also think Jaclyn Friedman’s new book, What You Really Really Want, could be just the thing for you.
My best advice is that you hold out for an opportunity to explore casual sex if and when you feel a lot better about it. That will also likely entail a partner or scenario you don’t feel so conflicted about; that feels more likely to be explosive in the ways you want, rather than the ways you don’t.
Check out last week’s advice about lube blues.
Have a sex, sexual-health or relationships question you want answered? Email it to Heather at sexandrelationships@msmagazine.com. By sending a question to that address, you acknowledge you give permission for your question to be published. Your email address and any other personally identifying information will remain private. Not all questions will receive answers.
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When the Sweet Spot Becomes a Sore Spot
October 31, 2011 by Heather Corinna
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Q: I’m a 21-year-old lesbian. A problem has popped up in me and my girlfriend’s sex life. When we practice tribadism with just skin, after a while a very small raw spot will show up, bringing with it a sharp pain. Both of us have this problem. Neither of us is clean-shaven, but we do trim–would shaving help? Is there anything else we can do?
A: Ah, friction. Sometimes it feels so awesome. Other times it hurts. Part of what makes genitals so sensitive is that genital tissue is far more delicate than other kinds of skin on our bodies. With genital friction, there’s a tipping point after which a wowie can turn into an owie.
To avoid being rubbed raw, first make sure you and your partner are always very well-lubricated. Lube from a bottle tends to do the job better than our bodies’ lubricant when it comes to friction-intensive sex.
Apply lube before you start and add more as needed throughout. Be generous and don’t skimp.
I checked in with Searah Deysach, the fantastic owner of Early to Bed, to see if she had any specific lube suggestions; she keeps up with brands and types like nobody’s business. She suggested a high-quality silicone lube, such as Uberlube or Sliquid Silver–they tend to be longer-lasting and slicker than water-based lubricants. But if you prefer water-based, she suggests glycerin-free brands such as Sliquid Sea or Liquid Silk (my fave), which are kinder to vulvas and vaginas than those with glycerin.
Searah and I are of one mind about hairy issues. She says, “Hair that is growing back after shaving can be especially irritating, as stubble can be vicious on delicate tissues. “ I agree. Stubble from hair removal is more likely to irritate than the softer pubic hair we tend to have when we don’t shave. If all you do is trim, chances are hair isn’t the problem.
Consider positioning. I’d suggest experimenting with an eye for reducing how much weight is being put on each of your genitals. Try finding ways you can scissor without anyone really being “on top” at all, like lying on your backs toe to head. Searah suggested straddling your lover’s thigh as an alternative. Similar feeling, less pain. If you do like a missionary-style V-on-V position, whoever’s on top can try to balance so less weight rests on the other person’s tender bits–e.g., by bracing their hands on a headboard. Mixing up positions often helps, too. And if and when either of you start feeling raw, don’t keep going with the activity that got you there–take a break from genital sex or at least consider that spot done for the day. If it remains raw the next day, lay off the intense pressure for as long as it takes to heal.
Now and then this still might happen, especially because, when we’re very aroused, pleasure can cause us to space out on signals of pain. But with these adjustments, you can probably make it a rarity instead of a norm.
Check out last week’s advice to a woman whose fiancé monitored her vagina’s size.
Have a sex, sexual-health or relationships question you want answered? Email it to Heather at sexandrelationships@msmagazine.com. By sending a question to that address, you acknowledge you give permission for your question to be published. Your email address and any other personally identifying information will remain private. Not all questions will receive answers.
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My Year in Waxing School
Naked people don't tip well, and more tricks of the trade.
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The 38th client I worked on at Beauty U. was my first full Brazilian wax—the kind where you remove all (or almost all) of your hair below the belt. I'd waxed many bikini lines and other body parts. I'd also assisted on Brazilians, handing my teachers wax-dipped Popsicle sticks the way nurses hand over scalpels. But now, it was my turn to wield the wax, solo. "I know—I'm a hairy beast!" Client 38 apologized, hopping onto the waxing table, clad in disposable thong. "You have to fix me. I'm going on vacation with my boyfriend."
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She spread her legs. I put on some vinyl gloves and worked down and across her pelvis, twirling clumps of hair and trimming them free. You have to trim any hair longer than eyebrow-length to prevent "locking" with the wax. You also have to act like this is normal, even though a part of your brain is thinking, "Pubic hair, pubic hair, oh my God, pubic hair." But I was getting better at trimming, and also at acting. And so clouds of hair piled up on the paper-covered table while 38 chatted about her vacation plans (the Poconos; if she was lucky, a proposal), her C-section scar, and how she liked my red glasses.
The $1.8 billion business of superfluous hair removal is our most intimate and uncomfortable kind of beauty labor. When I enrolled in a 600-hour aesthetics program at my local strip mall beauty school, I knew the standard feminist rhetoric against hair removal: Women wax because we've been culturally indoctrinated to hate our bodies in their natural state. I also knew the women's magazine defense, that removing excess hair celebrates our femininity and increases sexual pleasure. And I'd been in 38's position enough to know that waxing can make you feel vulnerable in ways feminists haven't even considered and hurts more than women's magazines (or at least, their beauty advertisers) let you believe.
But being on the other side of the waxing table turns out to feel simultaneously more exploitative and more empowering than I ever expected. There is, for example, the moment when your client shuts off from you, closing her eyes to "relax." Your client is in charge, having commissioned you to perform this service. And yet they are also terribly vulnerable, half naked, exposed and—eyes closed—hoping for the best.
After I trimmed, I tested the temperature of the hot wax on the inside of my wrist and painted a stripe along 38's inner thigh, quickly covering it with a muslin strip. She tensed before I ripped, then relaxed even as her brown skin tinted pink: "That hurt so much less than last time!" I watched some spots of blood well up. "I'm going to have you do my eyebrows, too," she added. And as I waxed my way along the crevice of her inner thigh to some very sensitive parts, 38 closed her eyes, drifting into that blissful state we enter whenever a spa service goes well.
With most Beauty U. clients, I liked offering this respite from their harried lives and from the even more harried relationship they had with their bodies. Before beauty school began, I hoped this body shame part wouldn't be so true. Instead, I saw women hating their bodies—in subtle ways, like 38's matter-of-fact "I'm a hairy beast!"—with every spa service I performed. So I saw my role as providing a kind of safe haven of acceptance, where a client could feel comfortable enough to drift away
Two hours into 38's appointment, I was the one who could not relax. I had waxed right through my dinner break and my back ached from hunching over the table. I removed all the hair 38 had asked me to (all but a delicate landing strip) and cleaned up her brows. I held a hand mirror between her legs, angling it so she could decide if she was satisfied. I'd snipped off her paper thong, so we looked together like those consciousness-raising women's groups from the 1970s. Only with me still wearing my vinyl gloves, now sticky with a layer of wax.
By that time, I knew that 38 had two kids, was divorced, and was going back to college. I liked 38. I wanted her to enjoy vacation and get engaged and have a good life. But we weren't friends. There was nothing reciprocal in our conversation. We were taught to avoid sharing personal information about ourselves whenever possible. "Customers don't care about your life," teachers told us. "They're buying your full attention." And that seemed to work. Once clients relaxed, they told us all sorts of personal things, like when they next expected to have sex and why their mothers made them crazy. And we learned that letting clients share these intimate details was good for business. "Remember to mention something about them or their life that they've talked about previously. Keep notes about each customer on file if you need to," advised one handout. It was much like being a therapist, serving soul and body.
In April, the New York Post reported that "NYC Women are Strangely Bonded to the Beauticians who Wax Their Brazilians," quoting smitten spa-goers who viewed their waxers as surrogate moms. But the story didn't explain how this one-sided friendship is made all the more awkward by socioeconomic differences. No matter how friendly their relationship, the client still pays and the waxer still needs that money. Nail technicians and skin-care specialists (the salon workers who do the most waxing) earn a mean annual pre-tax wage of $22,150 to $31,990. This figure doesn't include tips, which can total another $4,430 to $6,398—a clear financial incentive to befriend your clients in this service-based, nonreciprocal way.
Before starting, I assumed that most clients tip the industry's expected standard of 20 percent. They don't. I wasn't surprised, for example, when 38 tipped me just $5 (under 15 percent) because we never got big tips when clients got naked. Like johns who mistake their hooker's acrobatics for true love, clients can put such emphasis on the girlfriend-bonding time that slipping us a wad of cash would destroy the fantasy.
If her tip had been bigger, I would have been more delighted that 38 had taken time to write a "Client Kudos!" card about me: "She was professional and friendly at the same time. … Thanks so much!" She even drew a star on top next to my name. "That makes up for the bad tip," said my classmate Campbell about my Client Kudos. "Look how happy you made her!" Most salon workers say making clients feel good is their biggest source of job satisfaction. But I'm not convinced it's enough to balance out the often exhausting, difficult, and underpaid labor. No matter how much we liked our clients, we still had to brush stray pubic hairs off our sleeves, pick seaweed-stained disposable thongs out of the shower, and work around the occasional menstruating bikini wax client.
But it's also true that many waxers find this work empowering because the services require such skill and our clients are so thrilled with the results. Even if we don't totally return our clients' affections, we feel a kind of sisterhood with them and our fellow salon workers, because we're all toiling away together to meet some impossible beauty standard. When Campbell and I practiced our first Brazilian together, she rubbed the back of our "client" (another classmate), singing songs to distract her from the pain. We all traded stories about waxing and then, childbirth—that other time when a woman spreads her legs in pain and the support of other women gets her through.
And yet. When it came to 38, I wanted the cash, not the compliment, to show the value of my abilities. And maybe, to compensate for how she got to leave feeling so clean and sexy—but I could still smell her body on me, ever so faintly, even after I threw away the gloves and washed my hands.
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When you get tens of thousands of people in a small area for a brief time, you need some public service equipment. I leave it to my friends who enjoy such photos to properly identify make and model of this very necessary vehicle.
Footprint in the Sand
...the Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you."
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Nikon D300. 360 mm.1/4000th @ F/5.86. ISO 400 EV +.3 Shutter Priority. Photographed Wednesday March 3, 2010 at Cedar Lake.
Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Rappelle toi quand tu étais jeune,
Tu brillais comme le soleil.
Continue de briller toi le diamand fou.
A present il y a un regard dans tes yeux,
Comme des trous noirs dans le ciel.
Continue de briller toi le diamant fou.
«Shine On You Crazy Diamond» Pink Floyd
A extremely rare trip to London, to see a friend before she heads home to her native Germany... Couldn't resist the opportunity to snap the Eye for the first time. Although I've been on it and seen it a number of times, this is the only photo I've ever taken of it.
A great memory of the night.
When Trust Is The New Money at XYandZ Gallery in Minneapolis has been extended through the end of November. If you haven't stopped by to check it out, there's still time.
We did an interview about this project here, if you're interested in that sort of thing.
Time-lapses of the installation process here and here.
Last but not least, if you like liking stuff on the interweb, we've recently started a Broken Crow facebook page, which can be found here.
-Mike and John
When it comes to amazing places, Glen Lyon ranks very high on the list and with views like this, it's easy to see why.
When I saw her, her beauty amazed me so much that I grabbed her gently by the arm to stop her for my friend to admire. "Look how beautiful she is!", I said to him, and she smiled, embarrassed.
(Full gallery: www.m1key.me/photography/slums/)
When Theodore Roosevelt went to Dakota Territory to hunt bison in 1883, he was a skinny, young, spectacled New Yorker. His adventures in this beautifully remote and unfamiliar landscape forever altered his perspective. The rugged landscape and abundant wildlife he found in North Dakota helped to shape a conservation policy that would one day help lead to the creation of the National Park Service, including Yosemite National Park, where he stands in this picture.
When the sky sings, it does so in spectacular ways: the crack of thunder, the roar of a hurricane, or the sizzle of a lightning. But when the sky lights up with the aurora borealis, what you see is a brilliant visualization of a magnetic storm, replete with twirls and swirls, loops and waves, of jets and microbursts
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Being able to witness a display so bright as to light up the entire night sky, and reflect in the bay in front of you is a unique feeling. The excitement and joy of that experience was so strong that the discomfort from the freezing cold conditions, or the general tiredness from the long day of driving across the country, all but melted away.
This is but one snapshot of a northern light display that lasted into the wee hours of the morning somewhere in the northern part of Iceland, a country I hope to return and travel again.
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Iceland