In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Broken.”
This was taken outside the Armstrong Air & Space Museum in Wapakoneta, Ohio. This old pile of neon signs, sitting out in the weather, looked both dejected and hopeful, as though they might be found useful yet.
I have been in Second Life since September of 2006. I have met very good friends there, learned things, taken part in amazing events (Relay for Life of Second Life being the main one). I build, I teach, I entertain. And I take photos!
Entertainment on my part is mainly through dance. Melding different dance animations together (hopefully seamlessly!), fitting them to the music, and then writing “emotes” to help tell the story of your dance where facial expression and more minute movements would suffice in real life is how dance usually works in Second Life.
Obviously this isn’t what I look like in real life. But I’ve had many people claim – and I am in agreement – that our avatars reflect who we are on the inside. It’s true, too. You can “feel” how people are in real life by how they look and act in a virtual world. (This does not include avatars that are strictly role-playing entities. Those are fictitious and are meant to remain that way.)
I think every one of us is a bit vain when it comes to our avatars, and selfies happen quite often because of this:
And a perk of all this selfie-snapping is being able to experiment a lot with Photoshop and Corel PaintShop Pro.
There are so many different types of sims (simulators) in Second Life – I’ve found Battlestar Galactica, Gallifrey, the Enterprise, the Serenity Firefly-class vessel, the world of Game of Thrones, and all sorts of science fiction and horror places. If you want to go back in time, there are tons of eras and places, too, from 1700s Venice to the American Civil War, Ancient Rome, Johnny Cash’s boyhood home, Lakeport Plantation, New Babbage (which is steampunk), and one of my favorites: 1920s Berlin Project – Weimar Republic. Berlin is one of those things that needs its own entry! But first…
It’s fun to roam around in different places in virtual space, meeting people, exploring. It’s not just some game – it’s a group of communities within a larger community, and it’s simply amazing.
Last August, I woke to a thick blanket of fog just beginning to be lit by the rising sun. My camera was grabbed, and as I was dashing out to take some photos, Hims suggested we go to one of the lakes so I could get a few shots of the mist rising off the water. On our way out there, we passed the Museum of the US Air Force, where the field was shrouded and the planes on the other side of the buildings not even visible from the road. Perfect. (Note: Please click on the photos to open larger versions of them; they will look better that way!)
It was nearly silent that morning, and what little noise I could hear was muted, like the fog was muffling everything as it wrapped around me.
The fog began to lift a little, allowing me glimpses of a tree line in the distance, and every so often an oddly echoing honk of a goose could be heard.
Walking between these huge machines, I could look up and see birds waiting for the sun to appear and dry out their feathers. Some were on the tail of the famous Hanoi Taxi, and others rested on propellers that hadn’t moved in decades.