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Last stop on our way back to Hallstatt was a brigde by a little gasthaus which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. And it was dark- so dark. I pride myself on having quite good vision in the dark, but I could barely see a thing. Poor Michael almost stepped in a hole that went straight through the bridge (it's not one that you should be walking across). I'm not sure he could really see what I was photographing, other than the colour black. This was a bit of a test for my camera; I've not been to a place with such little ambient light before.
I had to use really rubbish settings to get anything remotely decent, so whilst I'm happy with the shot itself, the quality isn't great.
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There will always be a place for a missing lost sock on the line.
Also for #69/119 Lost Sock Memorial Day. 119 pictures in 2019.
The obligatory full London Eye photo except for a missing pod near the top! I'm sure I heard something in the news recently about the Eye undergoing repairs and maintenance and maybe the missing pod is part of the overall scheme.
Echo is running solo for now as Teddy is on a two week strict crate recovery. He’s doing much better and so we are breathing a bit easier. On Easter Sunday we had to take him to the emergency vet as he was off his food and clearly not well. Long story short, he managed to snag a chicken bone on Friday (yes, just one) and then apparently decided to follow it with a heaping helping of mulch for dessert. These things rarely result in the need for surgery according to the vet, but we just got “lucky” and Teddy was the exception. After multiple xrays, sonogram and bloodwork, it was determined he had an intestinal blockage requiring surgery. Surgery was Monday and we brought him home on Tuesday. We are now one week in to recovery and he seems to be doing so much better. Thankfully. Unfortunately, the vet assures me he will have learned nothing from these bad decisions and would do it all again tomorrow given the chance.
Amidst the serene frozen landscape of the ice fishing platform, there's a haunting absence, a silence that echoes the absence of its usual occupant. The empty chair and untouched equipment tell a story of solitude on the icy expanse. The desolate scene raises questions – where has the angler gone, and what adventures are now suspended beneath the icy surface? The platform, a lonely sentinel in the vastness of the frozen lake, stands as a poignant reminder of the mysteries hidden beneath the layers of ice and the untold tales of those who venture into the icy stillness, missing in action.
As I recover from shoulder surgery, I have assigned myself a big, major, huge project…and yes it concerns photography! My mission, should I decide to accept it (Mission Impossible reference) is to clean out and organize my 2TB external hard drive…that contains every digital photo that I have retained since 1985. The majority also have the RAW file associated with that photo attached. Files numbering in the tens of thousands that have been filed, misfiled, triple duplicated and thrown into folders as if I were dealing cards. My ADHD and sense of personal embarrassment will simply not allow this craziness to continue.
The blessing of this process is not just the discovery of photos long forgotten, but the memories contained. These files may well prove themselves to be priceless…not just for the memories depicted in the photos, but as a partner as I spent the next five weeks, the hours ahead fighting off my nemesis, boredom!
Here is one from a very good day…
You know that it was a very good day when you can remember everything about that day, the temperature, the warmth of the sun, the smell of a spring pasture and in this case anxiety of having to go to work when your best girl is about to give birth! It was the 13th of May, 2010 and our National Champion (Reserve Color Champion, 2006 AOBA Nationals) girl Rosalita was in labor. Joann and I both went to work to check in and start clearing the days schedule, both securing the day off with bosses and returning to the farm in record time.
A quick switch from work to farm cloths and a short trot to the front pasture found that Rosalita had already lost her mucus plug…her cria would be born anytime now. It was time to grab some lawn chairs, my camera and our birthing kit and just wait for things to progress. In the back of my mind, I prayed for a smooth, natural birth and that I would not have to put on the big gloves ever again and assist.
The next hour provided us with a memory of a lifetime as Giacomo would come into the world! A 19.2-pound male from Legend’s Challenger, at that time one of the top gray males in the country. The beauty of the moment, the cycle of life experience on such a beautiful May day is forever etched into my soul. Joann and I removed the remnants of the birth sack and dried our gift. The name Giacomo was chosen as it was in honor of my father who had passed some four years before. It was his childhood nickname and I know that it would have made him smile…like this photo does for me now as I utilize the editing program Lightroom to bring it to life.
This photo captures the bonding process/moment that alpaca mothers do just after birth. She gently takes her lips and nose and rub it against that of her cria, all the while making a clicking sound that bonds the two together for life. She will also use the same area to help her cria stay steady on its wabbly, minutes old legs.
What a blessing it is to witness not just the new physical body that God had created, but also the pure, palpable, natural love that was immediate between mother and son as well.
I didn’t know it then, but Giacomo would be the last cria born to us at Serene-n-Green Alpacas. In the early fall of 2010, a couple came to the farm and bought our last five alpacas, water buckets, farm name, logos, hay and trailer to start their own turn-key alpaca farm in Ohio.
Today, when anyone asks if I miss raising alpacas my response is immediate and direct. I miss birthing those babies!
Chase experiences, not things!
From my last re-visit. A quick sprint round on a day with flat light and few goats. Even the heights of Dinorwic seem over populated compared to Ardnamurchan. But what adventures I've had in this place
What is 'landscape'? Why do admins for the Landscape Group reject this as 'landscape'? I think many admins are a---holes and crap photographers too. Have you ever looked at their own portfolios? I've yet to find an interesting one
Took this shot at Loch Voil.
There are some spectacular views here and will definitely visit this loch again to catch some sunset shots.
P/S: Thank you so much for the feedbacks on my previous post. Will try some of the techniques this weekend.
Explore #19. Thanks!
Everytime I think of you, I always catch my breath, And I'm still standing here, and you're miles away, And I'm wondering' why you left, And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight
To busy looking at each other.
Taken at Junin. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/MadPea%20Base/126/120/22