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My 3rd film camera, bought January 2010 was this EOS-3. Man do I love this thing. Eye-control is very beneficial to me when I need or want to use it.
Strobist: Canon / 1D Mark II N / 135mm 2.0L @F/32 / B800 into umbrella over my right shoulder @1/1 Full-Power
When your coworker brings you a plate of penguin cookies in celebration of #WorldPenguinDay! Thanks TC!! 🙏🐧🍪🌎 #vanaqualife
Clouds appear white because the water droplets inside them reflect sunlight.
When it's about to rain, clouds darken because the water vapor clumps together into raindrops, leaving larger spaces between drops of water
When I got home last night, someone had left me a doggie. It is the second time this has happened. Looking to find her a good home. I have two prospects.
UPDATE
My Mom adopted this cutie and named her "Marley" (sp?) after the book "Marley and Me"
When you visit the Rockies in British Columbia, the 'must see' iconic glacier lake is Lake Louise. The first photo is the classic view but I prefer the second as it is the reality - and this was 0800hrs in the morning!
Ok so it all started when I was born - literally. My parents were young when they had me, just 19 years old. My grandparents got guardianship of my brother and I when I was about three years old. My family has a history of mental illness on both sides, so I was "doomed" naturally. Schizophrenia, bipolar, manic depression, all disorders someone in my family was diagnosed with. My maternal grandmother is manic depressive, and things were very difficult growing up because it wasn't addressed. She didn't believe in therapy and thought that nothing was wrong. Therapy was only for "messed up" people, and she had an extreme stigma about it. There are so many instances of verbal and emotional abuse towards my grandfather, my brother, my mother, and myself. But if you spoke up, it was even worse, you wouldn't dare speak up against it. It was always better to endure it and hope the next day would be better. She was, and still can be, very unpredictable. You'd think everything was dandy, until it wasn't. Things could switch in a moment into a screaming, "you-don't-care-about-me-how-come-no-one-cares-for-me" mess. I never wanted someone to ever go through that, or to feel like they couldn't speak up. I was often the one to speak up, so my grandmother and I would fight often. Hence, the anxiety, people-pleasing, wanting to always keep the peace mindset that I have as an adult. She's always needed help for her mental health, but you can't make someone do something they don't want. If they won't address what's hurting, things can't progress.
My grandfather, my grandmother, my brother, and I tried going to group therapy once. It didn't go well, and was entirely unproductive in creating any change. The time was spent with my grandmother asking why she was always the bad guy and how no one ever talked about how they hurt her, and essentially made for a bad time for awhile at home. I did go to counseling in school for awhile, but it was in a group setting so it wasn't as exclusive as going to one-on-one therapy. As a teenager, I did got to therapy for a little bit, but I stopped going because my therapists kept leaving for other practices. And I felt like I was "fine". Plus, what good does it do when you live somewhere that's always stressful and you feel like you can't really talk about your feelings anyways? I didn't want that for my life, ever. I knew that I wanted to be different. I was always sad as a kid that I didn't live with my parents. I never had an answer when people asked me why I didn't live with them, honestly I still am not sure completely why I didn't and I'll be 29 this year .
My mother ended up having a drug addiction problem when I was in sixth grade. My mother is also bipolar, although I don't know exactly when this was discovered. My grandmother hated my dad, for whatever reason. So I just had no pull in my desire to want to live with a parent. My mother had always been around, and she lived with us and my grandparents at times. I saw my dad on the weekends and holidays. In the beginning of her addiction, my grandparents got emergency custody of my brother Jacob. So now they were raising three kids. When my mother made the decision to get clean from heroin, I was about 11 (I think, not sure of my exact age). I loved her so much, and I'll always remember driving down the road with her one day as she was crying and saying "I love you, you know I do, right?" I was the one sitting with her in the bathroom while she went through withdrawal. It was hard to see my mother so sick. I stayed by her side and slept in the same room as her at night because I was so happy she was back home. I also went to NA and AA meetings with her. I liked the cookies and snacks they'd have. I really had no business being around so much adult information at my age, but as I see it I was the support in my mother's recovery, because everyone else was just mad at her. Naturally, it makes sense that as an adult my mother uses me as support often. She's better now and has been clean for over 10 years.
Eventually, I did get the chance to live with my father and my step-mom the summer before seventh grade. For whatever reason, my grandmother had a moment and agreed to let me live with them. I was ecstatic! I remember hopping onto the computer and instant messaging my step-mom on AIM. I lived with them from the beginning of seventh grade to halfway through my freshman year of high school. Living there was such a change from what I was used to; more routine and structure, more "normalcy". I moved back in with my grandparents halfway through my freshman year of high school. Around that time is when my father was really starting to struggle with his mental health (that I know of). There was one night I remember he got so angry that my step-mom and I went in the basement with our dog. He'd torn off the keyboard holder from the computer desk, ripped the sliding door off the track, and threw the board into the pool. He wasn't going to hurt us and I think we knew that, but he was just SO aggressively upset. I remember he left and that night I woke up to the sound of him crying in the bathroom pleading to God. He got diagnosed bipolar around that time. I didn't leave because he was struggling, but because I felt like me being there was too stressful and I missed being with my grandparents. Things were still the same when I moved back in, it's like I never left. I think part of me is always going to feel guilty for leaving my brothers there, even though getting out made such a change in me.
I met a junior boy, C is what we will call him, when I moved back. He was my second boyfriend. I'd only dated one person when I lived in Leominster, and it wasn't for long. I didn't really know much about dating, or sex, or how any of it worked really. I feel like I just figured out a lot of it on my own, leading to many poor decisions. Part of the issue is that my grandmother believed that any talk of sex, birth control, or even asking to be on birth control would automatically lead to pregnancy. And most of what I saw growing up was not-so-healthy relationships. C broke up with me shortly after I made the decision to have sex with him, through a note, passing me in the hallway to lunch. One of my first poor decisions, and it got worse because my grandmother found out about it and threatened to bring him to court for statutory rape. For whatever reason I thought that having sex with someone meant love. I don't know where I came up with that, but it was what I thought mattered. And I also couldn't stand to be alone, I somehow put all my worth in being with someone else.
A few boyfriends later, I met P at a little music release basement party for a mutual friend. We were a hit instantly, and I completely ignored all of my friends when they told me the next morning to not get involved with him. Another poor decision. We became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was with him for 3 years almost. We smoked a lot of pot, he skipped a lot of college, he would call out of work to stay with me. My grandmother would call me out sick from school so I could spend a week with him at his dorm in Boston. He practically lived at my grandparent's house with me at one point. It was very toxic. We were very clingy to one another and I had no freedom. I couldn't even really hang out with my friends if he wasn't there too. He didn't like when I colored my hair without asking. One time, I dyed it black without asking and he screamed at me for a good hour through the phone. My friend that was with me had to answer the phone at one point and tell him to stop calling. All my worth and who I was was determined by him. I wanted to stretch my ears but didn't because he got upset and told me that I only wanted to do that so I could fuck his friends. He was extremely emotionally and verbally abusive, narcissistic if you will. And he needed help with mental health, yet another non-believer of therapy in my life, and meds would just make you a zombie so forget that.
When I got to college, P had failed out of New England Institute of Art and ended up at The Mount with me. This was problematic. We had a lot of the same classes and friends. I ended up getting very close to another guy, A, who showed interest in me being who I wanted. I remember being told by A that I was being treated like property. I wasn't happy with P anymore, but I didn't know how to leave. I ended up cheating, which is absolutely against my morals. P found out because A was angry I wouldn't leave P and told him everything. It was a nasty breakup and there was a lot of fighting. We had all the same friends and so there was some division and tension. I failed out of college because I skipped classes so I wouldn't have to see him. But even after the breakup, P found a way to always be involved in my business.
While I was dating P, I stopped talking to my father for about a year. My father was trying to look out for me in a particular circumstance and went to P's house on his lunch one day to talk with him. I was a dumb teenager so I chose my boyfriend over my father. During that year my father tried to commit suicide. I only found out because of someone anonymous on the internet. My father did not succeed and is much better these days.
After P, I had a lot of small relationships. I was trying to find myself and who I wanted to be. I stretched my ears. I went to a lot of shows, and I did get to live with my mother by the way, when I turned 18. Things were hard and she didn't exactly like who I was. A lot of criticism for my boyfriends, who I dated, who my friends were. Because I was already an adult, her trying to parent me didn't exactly mesh. I smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. I was very stressed all the time. I lost my best friend after P, but I also was so caught up in myself I didn't see how awful of a friend I was. She even ended up dating P for a few years, and that was very hard for me. I never took accountability. I was an anxious mess, that couldn't just be by herself. A lot of my relationships felt like I was a "light" for the other person who was looking to fill a void or get over someone else. And even knowing that so many times, I'd just stay sometimes because I was "needed".
Eventually, I would meet my now husband Joe a year (roughly) after P. Joe and I were best friends first. We knew each other first, and hung out as friends first. He would drive from Dracut to Athol almost every day, that's like 2 hours just to get to me, then 2 hours home. We would sit in my room and watch Friend Zone on MTV (how fitting, right?) One day we found ourselves just casually holding hands. This was new for me. I didn't see it coming. Our relationship crept up and blossomed instead of my usual just jumping into a relationship. Joe was the only one to ever stand up to P and tell him he didn't have a place in my life anymore. The only person where I never doubted if I was just filling a void from someone else. Joe cared about my interests and what I enjoyed, and has continued to throughout our 9 year relationship. He showed me what being valued as myself was like. This is love. And I am grateful, because he gives me space to figure out who I am and change if I feel like it.
The lesson from this is that I finally learned that I was enough as me. I didn't have to try to be anyone's ex, I didn't have to try to be anyone but myself. I learned that I had value as a person, and that I could be who I wanted, because I WANTED to be that person. I could be a light in someone's life, without putting out my own light. I learned that my body was not the only thing someone should want in a relationship, and that sex does not mean love. And most importantly, I learned that I didn't need to fill a void in someone, or try to have someone to fill a void in myself. Things don't work that way. You cannot fix a person, you can only be there for them. As far as mental health goes, my intention was always to break the cycle and take care of myself. I knew it from very early in my life. I mentioned that I stopped going to therapy for awhile. Two years ago I did start going to counseling again. After having our second child, I realized that I was really struggling and things were getting hard, I felt like I was falling apart inside. I couldn't cope strictly by myself. Last year I was diagnosed as bipolar 2. My counselor knew a bit sooner than when he told me, but I respect his reasoning. When he diagnosed me, he said that he did not tell me right away when he knew, because he knew that I would have been devastated, since he knew I did not want to be like my family. But I am not like my family. I love my family, and they are not bad people, they just needed help. I am the change in the cycle. I wanted better and I am creating better. I want my children to know stability and that mental health is as important as physical health. I am still working at being better every day, I will always have to, that's okay. I am open, I am accepting of myself, I know healing isn't linear. In healing, I have learned forgiveness.
When I walk through certain areas of London, I have the feeling of having travelled on time. Fancy a drink?
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Cuando paseo por ciertas zonas de Londres tengo la sensación de haber viajado en el tiempo. Tomamos algo?
Venice in December without any turist
Info about this place:
Riverfront Park is a public park in downtown Spokane, Washington. The 100 acre park is located along the Spokane River, not far upstream from the Spokane Falls. It was created for Expo '74, a World's Fair event. The defining feature of the park is the Pavilion, which is marked by a 145-foot-tall (44 m) metal frame and wire shell that formed the US Pavilion tent during Expo '74. The park is well known for the Riverfront Park Carousel, as well as an IMAX theatre, clock tower, skyride over the falls, a small amusement park for kids, a skating rink during the winter months, and the Spokane River Centennial Trail which passes through it.
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This photo was taken with Nikon 18-105mm Lens. It was taken in RAW format and has been post processed with PS CC 2014. No Filters used.
Exif Info : f13 - 1/125s - 18mm - ISO 400
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When we were together, I long to return.
I will never forget how you made me feel.
Come make me relive the wonders of the time
Back when you were mine.
When planning the Rumbled in the Legañan Jungle MOC, I knew it would take up a lot of space. This was a problem as our spare room doubles as our guest room, and since over the Christmas period I knew we had guests staying, I had to create a modular MOC so I could transport it to our bedroom when guests were staying.
These photos show a breakdown of the 5-parts which made up the MOC. The sides with the technic connections are shown facing the camera.
when I was a child I was very tiny, full of life and with big green eyes. He used to call me "Il gatto" THE CAT. When I was 23 we were having a dinner together, he looked at me and said: "my son you are so strange, you are passionate, romantic and also a rebel comunist, I wanted you to be a doctor and now you are an actor. I would have called you Romeo
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Iganga, Uganda.
I spent two weeks in east Africa travelling and meeting people in Uganda and Kenya. It's been a lifechanging experience. No more, no less. Hopefully my images from this trip into another world (there is no other way of putting it really) will be able to convey some of that.
Many of the children that you meet in rural Uganda scream and shout as a greeting when you see them. They are astounded by the fact that a white man has arrived in their community. It is a very rare sight in theese parts of Africa. Some of them however just stare at you in silence. Like this young man.
Quote by Pamela Ribon.
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“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.” (GoT)
Sigiriya - The Lion Rock.
The story behind this is really fascinating, a true tale of "Game of Thrones", where a "bastard" son of the king murders the king for the throne.
Sigiriya - la fortezza roccia, è una vera storia di "Trono di Spade" dove un figlio "bastardo" del re, uccide il re per il trono.
Most people really don't know how fat cells work, how the fat burning process takes place or where the fat goes when it's burned. It's actually quite a complex biochemical process, but I'll explain it as simply as possible.
When you "lose" body fat, the fat cell (also called an adipocyte) does not go anywhere or "move into the muscle cell to be burned. The fat cell itself, (unfortunately) stays right where it was - under the skin in your thighs, stomach, hips, arms, etc., and on top of the muscles - which is why you can't see muscle "definition" when your body fat is high.
The fat is not burned right there in the fat cell,it must be liberated from the fat cell.
Fat is stored inside the fat cell in the form of triglyceride. The fat is not burned right there in the fat cell, it must be liberated from the fat cell through somewhat complex hormonal/enzymatic pathways. When stimulated to do so, the fat cell simply releases its contents (triaglycerol) into the bloodstream as free fatty acids (FFA's), and they are transported through the blood to the tissues where the energy is needed.
A typical young male adult stores about 60,000 to 100,000 calories of energy in body fat cells. What triggers the release of all these stored fatty acids from the fat cell? Simple: When your body needs energy because you're consuming fewer calories than you are burning (an energy deficit), then your body releases hormones and enzymes that signal your fat cells to release your fat reserves instead of keeping them in storage. To know more visit www.yogagurusuneelsingh.com Pic by Vijay Gautam Monty
When it was served right in front of me, I thought, "wow... it looks like a big block of Tofu!!" : )
Seat Mania
Shibuya, Tokyo
If I remember correctly, aside of resizing, this is SOOC.
I love my Sonic.
Yeah, I named my camera Sonic, did I tell you guys that?
I feel like I did....anyway.
I tried to make a super cool shot for today but GIMP decided to be an ass and not work right, so... I just gave up and posted this instead. I took it toward the beginning of the month. This shot of the moon isn't as detailed as the other one I have where I'm hanging from the moon... I've noticed that when the moon is full you can't see the craters as easily as you can when it's only like a 3/4 moon.
Anyway,
I hope you guys like it.
Woke up to a weather alert that indicated dense fog, but also had to log into work at 5AM. I compromised and just got some street shots, but the next time I'm calling out of work and driving to a cemetery here. I'm tired of work cutting in on my dense fog time. Also, we had a feral cat party outside at 4AM when SEVEN neighborhood cats came to hang out with me while I took photos.
My well used paintbrush seems very pleased indeed at the thought of another craft project. Have a lovely day and do something that makes you as happy as this little guy.😁
Just a funny moment when elderly tourists cross paths with a local resudent in Santa Fe. The look exchanged between the old man, carrying his wife's purse, and the young man, with macho boots, just made me (and them too I think) laugh!
W/b container train sitting in background has been ran around and passed by 4 other trains now including the inbound manifest on the left, and the e/b container train crossing over to the South Main at 12th street in Argentine. An hour later, the w/b container train was still there.
Oh Lord, please let me be beautiful when I grow up!
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