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When I have meetings in the city, I drive out taking photos, making me almost as dangerous as the typical Boston driver.
♪♫ When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.♪♫
But
♪♫ I'm stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin' on
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The Uniited States of America has joined North Korea, Communist China, Communist Cuba, Venezuela, and a hand full of other dictatorships in the world as "President Obama Signs Indefinite Detention Bill Into Law "
You can now be arrested and held without charges for and indefinite period of time if the Supreme Commander deems you a terrorist. Like someone who plays with guns??
Tell me it isn't so!
Oh, and the bill came out of the Republican controlled House with that provision.
It was tucked into the Defense Approriations bill Chairman BHO signed it while on vacation in Hawaii. He made special effort to state that even though that provision was in there, he, the Supreme Commander, would never restrict the rights of an U.S. citizen guaranteed under Habeas Corpus
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There's nothing like a cozy, toasty fire on a winter's day... especially when the temps were nearing single digits and snow squalls were moving in...!
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we've no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
-- Lyrics to "Let It Snow," by Sammy Cahn
When I've been away a while, it feels like the first thing I've got to do is go somewhere wild. Maybe it's me that's going wild, sure I can't say – or maybe I'm just bringing a little tameness to the woods. After the pretty steady heat of Portugal and Chicago, it felt strange to be surrounded by a wet, cold chill. Firewood sits mostly dry under shelter, piled up at a familiar height, never added to or taken away from in all the years I've been passing. It's a steady and perfectly patient surrender; it's a human way to go, if only you'll let it. Sigh deep and slowly swallow, imagine all the ghosts that enter in the space of a yawn. The only hauntings here are heartfelt. Don't worry yourself in the absence, the woods has a long way to go.
September 18, 2022
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia
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When we grow up we sometimes come to find out that what we are taught wasn't always what it seemed.
Shot with: Canon 50D
Lighting: Natural
Edited with: CS5
Enjoy!
"When Story is the Gameplay: Multi-Genre Writing for Telltale Games
Kevin Bruner | CEO & Co-Founder, Telltale Games
Ryan Kaufman | Creative Director & Director of Design, Telltale Games
Pierre Shorette | Writer / Lead Writer, Telltale Games
Mark Darin | Creative Director, Writer, and Senior Designer, Telltale Games
Tom Bissell | Writer, Freelance
Location: Room 3016, West Hall
Date: Tuesday, March 3
Time: 4:30pm - 5:30pm"
The Tiger Balm Gardens, nowadays known as Haw Par Villa, are one of Singapore's most unique and iconic sites, a Chinese mythological sculpture park filled with colourful tableaux of vivid, often truly bizarre imagery.
It was begun in 1937 by the two Aw brothers (Boon Haw - Gentle Tiger, and Boon Par - Gentle Leopard) who had found fortune marketing their father's popular invention, Tiger Balm, hence the original name of the park. Their intention was to create an educational theme park dedicated to Chinese culture, bringing to life various scenes from Chinese myth and legend, along with Buddhist themes such as virtue and vice, reincarnation and hell. It was intended for free public access, for families to learn from and enjoy.
The park was taken over by the local authorities in 1979 and sadly it's revamp in the 1980s was not a happy one, as it was decided to make it into a paying visitor attraction through transformation into the 'Dragon World' amusement park, which entailed some of the original tableaux and sculptures being removed to make way for rides, and hefty entrance fees introduced, never part of the founders' vision.
Over the years visitor numbers decreased sharply and the amusement park elements were eventually dismantled, leaving the sculptures as the main attraction once more and the park is again free to enter, though sadly short of visitors compared to the height of it's popularity when whole crowds thronged the place in the 1960s. Part of the problem lies in it's distance from the centre of Singapore, though with the new Haw Par Villa MRT station opening next door in 2011 getting there now couldn't be easier.
The Tiger Balm Garden was somewhere I'd longed to see since childhood, having heard my parents descriptions with their photos of this fascinating, surrealist landscape of exotic sculpture (their last address in Singapore was a flat not far away on Pasir Panjang Road). It is a great pity a few of the pieces they photographed have since vanished (particularly a wonderful fish tableaux), but the bulk remains as it was, and to finally be visiting it myself was an amazing experience, there was simply no question of us leaving Singapore until we'd done it!
www.kuriositas.com/2011/01/haw-par-villa-unusual-singapor...
Do you remember the smell of the shavings, and the sudden-slick feel when the pencil reached a perfect point? When was the last time you sharpened a pencil?
Taken during my lay-over at Cincinnati, on my way to Myrtle Beach.
*Published in a presentation for the mayor of Cincinnati!
When the recession hit there were a bunch of new building projects in the Buckhead neighborhood south of Paces Ferry and east of Peachtree Road. All that ground to a halt and has sadly stayed that way. Shot with my Sony RX100 and fiddled with in iPhoto 11 and Aviary.
When I was home this past weekend, I decided to take home one of the Schneider family albums. This is the oldest one we have, and it was put together by my Great Grandfather, Arthur Luke Albert Schneider – most often referred to as ALA. The album is quaintly called The Brownie Book, and was put together in 1907-08.
I’m going to try to archive the entire album here on Flickr, but I probably won’t be sharing all of it to the general public; at least not yet. Just the more interesting ones at first. Sit tight.
When I was working on my story about sneakerheads a couple years ago, I met Nigo, the Japanese creator of the A Bathing Ape line of streetwear and sneakers. So on this, my first visit to Tokyo, I had to go see the new Bape store, which opened in 2005.
The two-story Bapexclusive shop in the Aoyama district has neon-lit stairs that change colors as you ascend. Trippy. Shoes that aren't displayed on glass shelves against the floor-to-ceiling windows (shown above) move around on a conveyer belt in the middle of the top floor. And unlike most Japanese sales people, who are obsequiously polite, the model-like clerks here are just as disaffected as the ones in Soho. Go figure.
When somebody loves you, and you have a full belly;) Abandoned no more, almost a week later, and Luciano is feeling much better!
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When I took this photograph and looked back at it I suddenly realised how long it had been since I’ve seen the stars, this is because over the past few months I’ve been preoccupied with shooting while the Moon illuminates the sky. This seems odd as the photograph at the top of my “want” list is a photograph with the Milky Way in, and I have made frequent attempts this year but have as yet been unsuccessful.
This was taken near the end of my walk around Killingworth Lake, I had just taken an extremely wide photograph of a bench beside the path, but as I started walking away I noticed a bench wrapped around. Thanks to the trees I was able to hide one of the street lights which enabled me to create the appearance of dense frost making its way across the frame. It was a frosty night but due to the light reflecting off the ground during the long exposure it appears a lot worse than it was.
It’s the winter solstice tomorrow, and at the same time the Moon sets long before it’ll get dark, hopefully I’ll get out and capture some beautiful shots of the stars.
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When we came out of the movie, these kids were checking out Joanie. I told him I liked his bike, he asked if I wanted to trade...
My iPhone camera is so scratched that all photos get this dreamy look automatically. Not always useful.
Searching for a bad guy.
I love shooting in the old barn because I can capture the light coming through the openings. .
My brother in law and I went out Wednesday night to try out some light painting with steel wool. I used some fine grade steel wool from the local walmart and cut a coat hanger to hold the wool while its burning. I used 30lbs test fishing line and tied that to the hanger and just wrapped the other end around my hand. Then the spinning began. Unfortuantely we did not have a tripod for Neal's camera so we didn't get two sets of shot this time but I'm certain there will be another attempt at this very soon. We went to the Old Bardstown Village and to my Church parking lot to try this out. During the last shot we were taking a cop showed up to ask what we were doing. There was appartently a complaint of someone shooting off fireworks and making noise. I can understan the fireworks mistake but we were completely silent except to whisper. When I told the nice police man what we were doing he simply said "carry on" and left. I am staff at the church and on their property I wasn't worried so much but if we would have been stopped at the Bardstown Village it would have been a different story. But all in all it went well.
Katz’s Delicatessen, 205 East Houston Street, East Village, New York.
“I'll have what she's having!” – enough said?
This was sent to me today by a Swedish friend. She writes 'There is a company in Sweden called Locum AB, which owns and manages nursing homes and other medical buildings. Locum decided to place an ad to celebrate Christmas and the New Year. The copywriter at the ad agency suggested "Why not replace the "o" in Locum with a heart. You know, all sort of cuddly?"
The coolest thing was the comment from Locum's boss when the papers interviewed him about the advert. "Ah, well, these things happen. And if it helps to fill our maternity wards we don't mind."
Moral of the story ... Never trust those media people.'
Well I laughed anyway.
When MK and I were looking for the place to which we were going to escape the congestion of the Chicago area one of the things that I really wanted was a big backyard with a bunch of old, established trees. I've always had a fondness for oaks as has MK and when we saw this stately old tree we both were struck by the size and shape of it.
As I pondered this tree during each of the times I came to look at the place I realized that this thing was likely already well into adulthood when Abe Lincoln prowled this area. For all we know, he may have sat under its branches and passed the time reading and relaxing as a young man. There's no actual record of him ever spending any time in my backyard but there's nothing that says he didn't either.
Once we bought the place and I started to spend a lot of time here I found that my new old friend was also a great photo studio. It's actually downhill from the deck on the back of my house putting the main branches right at eye level or just below providing me with the chance to get pictures of birds from an angle other than the typical "looking up your old address" vantage point. Being an oak, it also provides a lot of places for birds to perch, for woodpeckers to forage, and for squirrels to work out their territorial politics.
Over the past several years my winter photography has often taken me to places like Crabtree Nature Center and other places that had a better variety of birds coming to the feeders than what I could get in my backyard. With this place in my possession, though, I really can't say that I could do any better going anywhere besides just outside my back door. Now, if I could just come up with a way to attract kestrels and owls, I'd be in Fat City.
Nine days later, we closed out the Just Love Festival with the third edition. The party stayed hot until the very end when Paramahamsa Vishwananda guided us through a gentle meditation and sang a sweet bhajan for us. Enjoy these highlights from the last edition of Just Love Festival.
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When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you asleep,
I want your ears to still hear the wind, I want you
to sniff the sea's aroma that we loved together,
to continue to walk on the sand we walk on.
I want what I love to continue to live,
and you whom I love and sang above everything else
to continue to flourish, full-flowered:
so that you can reach everything my love directs you to,
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so that my shadow can travel along in your hair,
so that everything can learn the reason for my song.
Pablo Neruda
Until this past day or so i've managed to stay away from Instagram. With Instagram in the news lately I decided that I should give it a go just to see what its all about.
So...yesterday while stopped at roadworks in Tandragee I took this shot with my iPhone camera. I applied some effects (no idea which) and I got this. Not bad from a mobile phone I guess.
Candidate for photography assignment.
This shot ended-up nothing like I wanted it to be. The original concept was to have a wider shot with me in the foreground holding a "note" in my hand, and the rope a little further in the background with a box (or chair) underneath it. Soon after I figured out how to actually tie a hangman's noose, I realized I had a logistical/environmental issue... so I did an audible and just went with this.
Lighting Info
- SB600 at 24mm at 1/16 power level. Gridded and camera-left about 8 feet from the rope.
- SB600 at 70mm at 1/32 power level (and covered with a piece of Shoji paper). 15-inch Lastolite Ezybox about 5 feet behind the rope and pointing up at the ceiling for a little bit of fill light.
I still remember the feeling of being attracted by the sound and weird people there. Until this year, when asked to do one documentary, simply 1 all episodes of students in the school, I think of him and wanted to do 1 something so well known to him, Read more 1 little something about this man, and deeper through his story to every person can recognize and understand one sense in life.
Indeed to this time I still feel this is the first choice of discerning character and luck when he agreed to let me do this movie. Around my life, I have seen too many things to dig up some good stories, but the knowledge is limited and restricted in terms of time by chaos and work like the present, I have decided only operators of an emotional aspect of human hidden inside him.
None of your namby-pamby high-level programming languages - nor even assembler. Coding was done in Octal with a logic diagram to hand. Programmers (who might also act as operators and maintenance engineers) wore white coats in the machine room. During graveyard shift (when the bosses weren't around) was when the real work got done, because that was when you could have an ash-tray by your elbow on the console and serious debugging could take place.
Notice the cabinet full of tubes in the background - this was but a small part of the full complement.
MTBF (Mean Time Between Failure) was measured in hours - or days if you were lucky.
RSS Discovery Dundee
When The Ship Comes In (B Dylan)
Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'.
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins,
The hour when the ship comes in.
The burger dog has been here around 2 months now (for those not aware, Mylo was rescued from the meat trade), and she has taken to her new home like a duck to water. It was touch and go when she met Jimdog. Clearly she had a rough time on the streets of Thailand and dealing with rogue dogs in Thai Kennels. She made sure that Jimdog was aware: she does not take any sh*t. Fortunately, Jimdog understood. He treated her like a princess, and within a few days they became best buddies. He also introduced her to his long loved creature comforts. Begging for biscuits, rolling up on the Sofa while the household watch a movie, and his favourite of all - possibly everyone's favourite of all - crawling into the warmth of a thick winter duvet, and staying there, for hours.
And who could deny her such pleasures, with a face like this?