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“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
One of the holes at Chambers Bay Golf Course in University Place, Washington, which will be host to the 2010 US Amateur Open and the 2015 US Open! I'm so excited about that :-D
This is a 3 exposure (-2, 0, 2 ) hand-held HDR processed with Photomatix Pro and PhotoShop Elements 3.
When I was young I lived in Levi's 501 STF. Found a box filled with once dark indigo jeans that now are super faded but awesome imho. Feels like I just got 6 new pairs of jeans for free. They still fit like a glove
When I first left school and started work in Shrewsbury I used to stand by this letter box every day waiting for the bus and I never realised it was a Victorian Box. When I was younger my Father used to write to my Grandma in Kent every Sunday. If he didn't have a stamp to put on the letter he used to wrap the letter in newspaper and enclose a threepenny bit and a penny, post it and the collecting postman would buy a stamp and put it on.
When I was a kid, 60 or 65 years ago, these were called Dandy Longlegs. By the time I reached high-school, I knew that a lot of my friends preferred Daddy Longlegs, and some friends were adamant that the only "real" name was crane fly. For the most part, I gave in.
But I've gone back to calling them Dandy Longlegs. Reclaiming the authenticity of my childhood, like.
This was the first I saw this season. It was inside a plastic tent we overnight plants in. I suspect the higher temperature in there awoke this guy.
Neive Lane would've stared, stared at the hands of the woman, the hook and the eyepatch. The skin would've probably swell up again and have some empty holes around the area until it would heal once more. "I might." she mumbled "I might.. I might fall in love, I might murder someone, I might fuck.. But right now, nothing of that will happen.. cuz i'm TIED DOWN HERE..." she growled before she just started sobbing. "I.. its so hard.. Candy.. so so hard.." she cried "So darn fucking hard.. to.. I don't know. I'm raised to go to church on sunday and pray.. my only worries where to graduate and if this one fucking guy liked me.. Since I left Florida.. Everything changed.. everything.. its so hard.."”
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti places the hook and patch down onto the floor by her feet before clambering into cage with Neive, curling up beside her as hands moved to the brunettes face, fingers wiping up tears if any should spill ‘’you are tied down here because you were bad, you left us, I gave you chance to leave and you did not leave in time, from that point you became mine, My sister, I became yours, your sister.. You will be untied, You will be untied when you wake up and can see’’ she cooed face raising so she could brush her lips against the missing eye socket ‘’It’s hard I know, my family is catholic, you know this? my saint was rita and she were my strength, until i found strength in my demon.. Dominic does like you sweet heart, he knows you are family before you even did.. It’s hard… It’s so hard drowning to break the waters surface being Devoured to live.. You can do this though, you can do it for your family, for us’’
Neive Lane just kept crying, sobbing, feeling Emmy's fingers wipe them away. Nothing would be said, nothing at all. Just cry outs, small little breaths, that separated sobbing from more sobbing, from more tears falling down. "Ain't no use for running, seein' that train coming, it's bound to roll you down.." she hummed softly. And it was truth. As long the ropes where tied. She would be stringed up. It was life, life was a hard long road. And most people are jerks, who leave their hearts on the tracks. Neive had felt like she was made from stone, bone dried from bleeding. She had thought of leaving, but somehow her voice was taken from her mouth. She had been jerk, Neive and Mesch had been a couple of jerks, everyone was in a way. Neive couldn't fight it much longer, she needed to listen - she needed to wake up. She knew she needed to, but it was hard for her. Very hard. "I'm sorry.." she sobbed "I'm so sorry.. I'm a horrible person.."
Emmy 'Candy' Moretti smiled as the woman cried, fingers constantly brushing to mop up tears, over and over, Esme had done this for her once. When she had learnt of brothers death the green haired one had listened to her screams and cries and so Emmy now would do the same for Neive. The sorries were not meant for her. The words Neive said were hers to say to herself. The woman would grow. Would become stronger and Emmy would be there to watch from the side lines with a proud smile on her face. ‘’I am here for you Neive, I am here to hold you and carry you when you need it.. Just stop running away from the ones who love you’’ she moved her head, lips brushing against the woman’s temple, to her tear stained cheeks. Again and again she kissed gently to express some manner of comfort to the woman as scarred lips pressed to skin.
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Mayday! Mayday!
The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling
They're all around me,
Circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors
Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away
Save me if I become
My demons
I cannot stop this sickness taking over
It takes control and drags me into nowhere
I need your help, I can't fight this forever
I know you're watching,
I can feel you out there
Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away
Save me if I become
My demons
Take me over the walls below
Fly forever
Don't let me go
I need a savior to heal my pain
When I become my worst enemy
The enemy
Take me high and I'll sing
Oh you make everything okay
We are one in the same
Oh you take all of the pain away
Save me if I become
My demons
"when a man lies he murders some part of the world
these are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives
all this I cannot bear to witness any longer
cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home"... Cliff Burton - To Live is To die
Burton nació en el Eden Hospital localizado en San Francisco, California. A los 6 años comenzó a tocar el piano. Recibió lecciones de bajo por dos años (1978-1980).
Después de graduarse en la preparatoria en 1980, entro en Trauma, un grupo más o menos importante en el area de la bahía de San Francisco en el cual grabo algunos demos como "Such a Shame", que puede ser encontrado en Metal Massacre II, compilación de Metal Blade Records. Sin embargo antes de Trauma ya traía alguna experiencia tocando con A.D. 2 Millón, Agents of Misfortune o EZ Street, agrupaciones en las cuales se hacia notar la violencia con la que tocaba.
En 1982, cuando Cliff Burton tocaba con Trauma en el Whiskey A Go Go, los miembre de Metallica James Hetfield y Lars Ulrich se prendaron de la manera como atacaba su instrumento, y con ganas de desprenderse de Ron McGovney, decidieron que Burton era el hombre que necesitaban. Sin embargo este no aceptó tan fácilmente, así que empezó una fase de llamadas telefónicas y ensayos.En algunos meses Burton convenció a Metallica para que dejaran Los Angeles, su base de operaciones, y se establecieran definitivamente en San Francisco.
Asi, sin cortarse el fleco del cabello a la usanza ochentera, influido por el estilo de Geddy Lee, Geezer Butler, Stanley Clarke, Lemmy Kilmister, la música de Glenn Danzig, Thin Lizzy, Black Sabbath, R.E.M. y Aerosmith, Burton se incorporaba a la época en la cual Metallica impresionaba a los fans de Ozzy Osbourne y la crítica comenzaba a apreciarlos. Sus impresionantes bajeos, sin más de cuatro cuerdas ni malabares con el instrumento, en The Call of Ktulu y For Whom the Bells Tolls u Orión, incorporaban la distorsión eléctrica a la armonía del bajo.
La madrugada del 27 de septiembre, en la localidad sueca de Ljungby, el conductor del autobús en el cual viajaba Metallica perdió el control en el asfalto congelado de la carretera y volcó, dando varias vueltas de campana antes de detenerse. Cliff Burton, según coinciden algunas versiones, intento salir justo del lado donde volcó el vehículo. De repente, Kirk voltea y ve una imagen que no iba a olvidar por el resto de su vida, las manos de Cliff saliendo debajo del vehiculo, Una vez que pudieron recuperarse y que la asistencia médica había llegado, levantaron el vehículo y confirmamaron lo que Kirk habia visto, debajo encontraron a Burton. El informe mencionaba compresión torácica y contusión pulmonar. Las pesquisas determinaron que el conductor, contra la creencia, no iba borracho ni dormido.
When two halves complement each other,
they don't need to sit at the same side of the table
to feel it.
And when two halves truly complement,
they form
one strong support.
Powerful.
Even if they're not on the same plate.
And when two people create such a whole,
supporting each other
they don't have to be on the same space
to be strong.
Because even when you're not beside me, I receive from you
the reinforcement I need
When the leaves of a beech tree turn in autumn, they are not only one of the prettiest trees in the forest, but they are also in it for the long haul. Through temps in the teens and a snowfall, some are still hanging on, creating beautiful bright spots in a world of grey and brown.
...der Frühling endlich kommen? Es ist supersonnig und knackekalt bei uns aufm Acker, -9° zeigte das Auto-Thermometer heute Morgen auf dem Weg zur Arbeit an... aber der Schnee macht die Fahrerei schon schön hell.
Still soooooo cold and crispy in Güsterland, -9° in the morning on my way to work and lovely sunrise...hope it will stay that beautiful until office job is dne today.
Often heard, seldom seen. When seen in the dim half-light of subtropical rainforest, the plumage of the Paradise Riflebird appears a velvety black, but when it is viewed in the full sunlight of a clearing, it takes on a shimmering iridescence of metallic green, blue and purple. Feathering is not the only spectacular aspect of this species — it also performs a courtship display in which the male dances about with his wings spread and curved around in front of him, sometimes even while hanging upside down! The Paradise Riflebird is a medium-sized, long-billed riflebird without plumes. The adult male is velvety black with a metallic oil-green sheen to the crown, nape and upper breast shield. The tail is very short with iridescent (bright) blue-green central tail feathers. The remainder of the underparts is velvety black with the tips of feathers an iridescent dark green. The bill is long and curves firmly downwards. The female and immature have greyish-brown upper parts, rufous on the wings, a whitish eyebrow and throat. The underparts are buff with black 'horseshoe' markings.
My passion is wildlife photography and I hope I can bring the beauty of nature into your home and show how amazing nature is. Every single animal needs our protection as they all play an important part in our survival. There is an abundance of scientific reports telling us that the rate of extinction is alarming. More and more fauna and flora are going to disappear. With my wildlife photography, I hope to showcase a fraction of animals before they are gone. Only what you know, you will love and protect…
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It may look warm, but it isn't, at all. By that time it was as cold as -40 in some parts of Sweden. In Sundborn, where we celebrated Christmas, it was about -27.
It may be why I'm so ill now, I dunno. I had a very high fever recently, and now my throath is a disaster. So, I'm going to visit a doctor tomorrow to see if it's streptococci. Not sure of what I wish it is.. just want to get better so I can get outside again and photograph (: then comment your beautiful streams.
I apologise for being so slow with comments this year, though I'm not sure if I can get any better with it next year, when it feels as I will get even more busy. But I want to thank you all, for your support, your warm and wonderful personalities and care, and for your different views of things. And of course for your kind comments and for sharing your part of the world. (: You all are awesome, and I hope you'll have a superb 2011! (:
Happy New Year! (if I wont get well until afterwards.)
PS: Keep yourselves warm (:
When I was planning a trip to Dawlish Warren this week, I didn't realise that the Brent Geese were just starting to return to the Exe Estuary for the winter from their breeding grounds in northern Russia. Lovely to see and hear these birds on a misty morning in the Exe Estuary
Everything Gets hotter when the sun goes down. This season Texas Motor Speedway introduced a night race for the Sprint Cup. We've had Nationwide, the truck series and IRL all racing under the lights but no Sprint. It was nice. I hope they keep it this way.
Enjoy The Church Choir as they add a little mood music to today's photo.
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I have been looking for years as to how to make a decent looking Pantograph Shoe and was never happy with what I had seen or could do. The other day when going through a wardrobe looking for something a box of my daughters Belville collection fell, the parts spilt everywhere on the floor. When I was picking up the parts I picked up one of these www.bricklink.com/catalogItem.asp?P=42013 and thought wow that looks really useful, I then scratched around for another. For years I had pretty much ignored Belville parts due to them being oversized and useless but this time I found a perfect part for a hard to model subject.
Credit goes to Taiki (Namo-Den) for his Pantograph design which I have altered by using the Belville iceskates for the pickup shoes.
When you descend into the New York City subway system, down underground, you never really know what you're going to encounter. Sometimes it's scary, sometimes it's great. On this particular occasion on a Saturday afternoon, it was great. I was on my way home after visiting the International Center of Photography museum at Sixth Avenue and 43rd Street (1133 Avenue of the Americas, for all you old-timer YOURDON Inc. fans), where I spent an hour looking at some brilliant, but also somber and depressing, Depression-era photos taken by Lewis Hine. (Hine is perhaps better known to non-photographers as the man who took the breathtaking photos of the workers building the Empire State building -- see this website for some sample photographs). Alas, Hine died in 1940 in a state of near-anonymity and abject poverty; a few months before his death, he had lost his house because he couldn't keep up with the payments...
I don't upload many video clips to my Flickr site, and I haven't had the chance to record much "subway music" lately. But this particular scene was particularly interesting to me, because the band persuaded one of the bystanders to join in their group, providing a reasonably rhythmic clanging sound on a cowbell that was provided to him.
As for me: I recorded two different video clips, of which this was the better one. After a couple minutes, the uptown train arrived at the station, and I got aboard.... for all I know, the band is still there, playing their hearts out ...
Rarely are you disappointed when photographing on the beaches in Bandon. But, every-once-in-a-while God gives a grand show and the finale is spectacular.
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Back in 2005 NS still carried out the train services in Zuid-Limburg (Province of Limburg - Southern part of The Netherlands). Later it would be Veolia Transport, at first even using the same rolling stock (on a short lease base).
These solid yellow EMUs (called "Plan V" or "Mat '64"), however, will be gone within a certain time. In this railway section they already did.
Schin op Geul (Waterval), April 1st, 2005
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When we went for a bushwalk on the day of my birthday, I thought I would see lots of lizards sunning themselves on the rocks, but I didn't see any. Imagine our surprise when later in the day we came onto our verandah and there was a baby blue tongue lizard running arround. We gave it some fruit and then put it in the garden. This little one was about 25 cms long, and we occasionally see the adult ones in the garden. The adults can grow to a length of around 40 cms. To see a really amazing photo of a blue tongue lizard look at this photo taken by another Flickr member called Goooflex :
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#374 on Explore on 29th March, 2008.
Daniella Macias as Pocahontas
Dani really wants to do Pocahontas because they both have a share of love and connection with animals, so here she is!
This photo was inspired by how awesome Pocahontas looked when she was confronted by John Smith at the waterfalls. Now take that and stick her in the forest.
In the photo, you can also find Meeko and Flit.
It was also extremely awkward shooting this with the huge number of unnessecary people at the location when only my crew and a few others can be there.
But it still turned out awesome, even with that huge spider by Dani.
Costume: Me
Makeup: Kellie Smith
Hair: Daniella
When the sun goes down and the hotel turns their lights on in front of the Mediteranean beach of Nice, France
Images from today, inspired by the amazing works of Daido Moriyama. All taken on the streets of Aarhus, Denmark today.
When Toy Biz released these in the late 90s we were all in. A throwback to the Mego era with soft goods and hyper articulated bodies. The only thing was those faces. Rather than going with the usual tending-towards-neutral sculpt, a lot of these figures have extremely angry, yelling faces. 😄
And then of course, there's the Aunt May. 😱
We have most of the line loose and when the series went on clearance we bought a lot of them. I'm not sure why. The fact of them going on clearance was a clear evidence that they were not as popular with the rest of fandom as with us. But nonetheless... 😊
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If you like 90's toys, we hope you enjoy these blasts from the past!
Part of our garage shelving has held boxes of 90's toys since about that time. We knew they were there and out of the way. CM is reorganizing the garage and he wanted to get these with the rest of the toys in the toy storage room.
So it was great fun seeing thee toys again for the first time in a long time. CM was especially happy to see the Exosquad boxes!
It all needs to be wiped down but the Lord blessed and they're not in bad shape for sitting in cardboard boxes for over 20 years.
We transferred them from the boxes to plastic tubs. Because, collectors.
When the light go out & the doors are locked the creatures that hide in the shadows come out to play.
Written, Planned & Shot in one evening at 'That Photography Place' in St. Catherine's Ontario.
Starring:
Lindsay O'Neil as Owner/photographer at That Photography Place
Jasmine Moore as The Thing under the Bed
Tiffany Abrams as The Ghoul in the Window
Lucia Forte as The Ghost in the Closet
My Dad had an orange Allis Chalmers tractor and I drove it to bale hay when I was 12 in 1960 and on up thru when I left for college in 1966. Then, my baby brother was old enuf to help. So, we also had chickens, pigs, cows mostly, cats, a dog. Hard work on the farm and good produce from the garden! Wish I had a pic of me on the tractor! I don't but this is close. Not my Dad's tractor but looks just like I remember it! Tractor pic by Colin Watson from New Zealand, used by permission. Thanks, Colin!www.flickr.com/photos/50178058@N00/530996042/
This picture is a type of art therapy for me also because I had a strong aversion for the color orange but did not know why. This is not good for an artist to hate a color! So I just began to pray about it last year just after Thanksgiving. Then the Lord showed me that I hated orange because it was associated with the tractor. Altho I was proud to help Dad bale the hay, it was also dangerous. The fields had hills and Dad warned me that the tractor with the baler and wagon [with up to 100 bales of hay on it] behind it could jack knife or even flip. One time it did jack knife and I was scared! So, I associated the color orange with fear, Dad's disapproval, and even Dad's anger.
But the good news is that I have overcome my hatred for orange colors and now you will see many of my artworks have been using this hue! So this is my recent smiling face superimposed with the tractor in a double exposure done with Picasa and then further edited in Picnik. This is a choice I made: to disassociate the color orange with negative emotion by faith and with authority. Do you have something that triggers you? It could be a trauma from childhood that causes it. It can be unearthed and overcome!
We are spiritually over comers as well.
1 John 4:4 You are from God, little children, and have overcome them; because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world.
1 John 5:4-5 Who is the one who overcomes the world, but he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God? For whatever is born of God overcomes the world; and this is the victory that has overcome the world--our faith.
Revelation 3:5-12 'He who overcomes will thus be clothed in white garments; and I will not erase his name from the book of life, and I will confess his name before My Father and before His angels. 'He who overcomes, I will make him a pillar in the temple of My God, and he will not go out from it anymore; and I will write on him the name of My God, and the name of the city of My God, the new Jerusalem, which comes down out of heaven from My God, and My new name. 'He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches.’
Revelation 3:21 'He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.’
Revelation 12:11 "And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death.
Just like my father's tractor with BIG TREADS, we have the power to tread on the enemy through Christ! Our Father has the power of BIG TREADS! He uses our feet to tread.
Romans 16:20 And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly. The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. Amen.
Luke 10:19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.
Prayer: Thank you dear Father for making us over comers, more than conquerors through Jesus! Thank you for answering my prayerful question of why I hated orange and helping me even be an over comer of a past emotional trauma which was triggered by this certain shade of orange. You care about us so much, Lord! Your love is so big it cannot be comprehended, your mercies new every morning. Praise you forever! In Jesus name we pray, Amen.
God bless you all, over comers through Jesus!
Kathie Luther
When we decided to go to that shooting spot, my friend Dannick told me it was a good hike uphill. I laughed at him saying he was not fit for it. Next thing I knew is... I was defininately not fit either for that hike and I wanted to die at the top of the hill because I was so exhausted.
I'm sorry Dannick, you were right. I won't ever doubt you.
I gotta say though that it doesn't help trying to run uphill in sand like monkeys so you don't miss the train :D
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I were special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
So fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door (run)
She's running out
She run, run, run, run,
Run...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Do you know what a beautiful Russian girl is . . . Well, I never really fit in with the description. Crazy hair, chubby legs, deep-set eyes. I cried on the kitchen floor the entire night back in 2000 before attending a huge party for my best friend’s birthday. Every girl was in a beautiful gown, and I was in a faux black leather pantsuit & a white top. My mom always told me how I should change this and that and not say this & that. I was a conservative prude with 0 flirtation and communication skills. I could only give looks. The only place where my skirt was short was in school. Pushkin’s Tatyana was my detailed description at 17. Unconsciously I turned into my fav Russian classic poem character.
Anyway... you are you! Weird, strange, difficult , different. People always try to break, change, and force us to be someone we are not. I was that person at that particular time of my life for a specific reason. Or someone else could be someone else for their reason. Maybe one day I will become your kind of person. Or you will become mine at some other time.
There’s always that scene in my head (over two decades ago) when I promised a certain person to be at a certain place at a certain time. I came, and then I looked at him and realized that I couldn’t face him. So I just ran away! I didn’t apologize or say anything. Not something I would ever do. What was it? Shyness, fear, doubt . . . Carelessness . . . Age . . . When we are young, we have all the time in the world to make mistakes, to doubt, to fear. As time flies by, we barely have time to think. If I could rewind to that time (with me today), I would walk in smile, or laugh as if to say, “I might be a fool, but I’m so happy to be here.”
I love this song. It is so me as a young adult or teenager. That age is so pure in a way and innocent but I am so happy being here now my age today. It is such a relief not to get sensitive all the time, self conscious, upset over little things.
I had been trying to get a good shot of this beautiful, little Clear-wing Hummingbird moth all morning. They are about the size of a small bumblebee and move constantly. Unfortunately for both of us, a tiny spider hiding in the phlox blossoms nailed him before I did.
I made this shot with my workshop group in June. We had gotten up before dawn to head out to Grasslands National Park, but the rising mist along the Frenchman River at the edge of little Val Marie stopped us in our tracks. When the good light starts to happen, it almost doesn't matter where you are.
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