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1. Rhett has a sweet habit of laying his head on Joe's back...sort of a muzzle rest.
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#1 Porsche 919 Hybrid - Porsche Team (Timo Bernhard / Mark Webber / Brendon Hartley)
Tertre Rouge, 10:02 PM
24 Heures du Mans 2016
My dad's Canon AE-1 with modeling duties as I play around with my 2x Nikon SB-600 flash set up and a Nikon SU-800 commander.
Ironic, I know, taking a photo of my dad's Canon AE-1 with my Nikon D7200. LOL
I am more used doing 1x off shoe flash photography; I did try a 3 flash setup when I had 3 SB-600s and used the built in Creative Light System (CLS), but sadly had to return one of them due to misfires, and another had water damage by accident, leaving me with only one.
A few days ago, I got another SB-600 and this time a SU-800 so I can trigger the flashes a lot better/faster than always going on the submenu to control the built in CLS, and only now am I practicing how to control 2 flashes more efficiently.
I will hopefully save up for a SB-910 as my main flash and then practice a 3x off shoe flash photography.
Shooting Information:
•Nikon D7200 with MB-D15 Battery Grip
•Sigma 50-150mm f/2.8 APO EX DC OS HSM
•Manual Mode
•1/1000th @ 62mm zoom, f/11
•ISO 500
•2x Off Shoe Nikon SB-600 Flash Fired
Off Shoe Flash Information:
•Commander/Trigger: Nikon SU-800 Wireless Speedlight Commander
•Flash 1: Nikon SB-600 with no modifier on the right, manually at 1/8th power
•Flash 2: Nikon SB-600 with no modifier on the left, manually at 1/16th power
Post Processing Information:
•Adobe Lightroom Classic CC 7.1
•Not Cropped
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San Juan, Puerto Rico
Mi Galeria en B&N www.flickr.com/photos/samycollazo
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Kodak Ultramax 400 (i.e. 200)
Yashica MG-1
Yashinon Color DX 45mm F:2.8
Lightroom 3
Epson Perfection V500 Scanner
Friday Afternoon Dressing in my Leather Long Sleeved Top...Long Leather Skirt...White Back-Zip Ankle Boots...Grey leather Gloves and White Belt and Silver Jewellery...1
Sebastian (stranger 1).
Sebastiaan, he said that his wallet containing his passport was stolen. That is why he is now homeless and asks for some money. He has found a nice spot in a porch of an empty store, dry and out of the wind. Near a metro entrance, so many passersby. I asked if I could take a picture. You are the third already today he said. I was also allowed to put a small contribution in his jar.
This is the 1st photo of my 4th round of the 100strangers project. I like doing it so much, that's why another round.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the group 100 Strangers | Flickr: www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
He is faithful when I am not.
He is constant when I am not.
He is everything when I am nothing.
Yet, He says that "I am His."
2014: 365-1 Seven years ago I joined flickr and completed a project called 365. I didn't realize how much it would change my life. I have met many dear friends in person and virtually. I have met them in person in places such as Las Vegas, Las Angeles, San Fran, Austin, Houston, DFW, Florida, Michigan, Indianapolis, Canada and even travelled to Italy with some. Those bonds were amazing and I miss them!
I have strayed away from taking a picture of myself a day, but I realize that somewhere along the lines I have diminished and a hole was left. This year I am in hoping to fill that hole back with my friends old and hopefully new, back with creativity by putting the camera back in my hands, and back with a piece of myself. It is time I find myself again, not only as a mother, partner, employee, but as an individual.
Volume 1 - Origin of Powerhouse: Issue #7
Flicker Fighters
Ben: “I’m sorry, did security just say there was someone on a glider after us? Holy crap, it’s Green Goblin!”
Mum: “That’s not funny. So, this is what I wanted to tell you after the funeral. I’ve been getting death threats ever since I opened the new department at Imagine. I thought it was just a hoax until, the attack. Then when the attack happened during reconstruction I realised it’s not. It’s why I was so angry with you for pulling that stunt with the armoured suit. Someone is after me.”
Ben: “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Mum: “I didn’t want to worry you, especially after Connie. But, you gave me an idea when you put on that suit. So, just for safety precaution I took one with me, just to keep you safe. I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. So here.”
Ben’s Mum takes a bulky silver watch out from her pocket and reaches over fastening it around his wrist. Before he has time to react the metal paints it’s way over his clothes and body. Covering him with nanotechnology from his neck down to his feet. He feels two cold steel circles travel up his temple and a Perspex visor shields around his face. Ben laughs astonished and pats his hands over the metal suit. The HUD on his visor syncs with his vision and displays a winged icon.
Ben: “Ooh, what does this do?”
Mum: “No, wait!”
Before Ben has time to he blinks over the icon and he is forced forward in the back seat by a set of wings sprouting out from his back. He grabs the car door handle out of surprise and yells as the wings begin to vibrate and beat rapidly. His body is lifted and he turns trying to hold them still. It’s then he is jolted to the side and the car door swings open. His Mum yells and reaches out but he is quickly elevated into the air. The car comes to a screeching halt in mid traffic and Ben balances himself in the air laughing nervously. His Mum rushes out from the car but he is distracted by the HUD on his visor which displays a target icon on a mini map in the top corner. He turns around in the air and that’s when he sees a woman on a glider soaring towards them.
Ben: “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry, Mum!”
Before she has time to protest Ben awkwardly adjusts his back and allows his wings to carry him off into the air. He tries his best not to look down as he approaches the tops of buildings. The woman grows closer on her glider and it’s then Ben sees she’s in costume. An odd smile beams across his face as he yells excited.
Ben: “Oh my God! That is definitely Green Goblin! Just as a girl, and less... green.”
The woman seems to hear him over the noise of her glider humming and she lets out an ominous laugh zipping towards him. Ben notices the spikes on the Glider and his eyes go wide. Panic sets in and he begins to try and alter his course as he continues to ascend in the sky. He awkwardly half-turns around in a poor attempt at flying away from her.
Ben: “Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. I’m so screwed!”
He catches sight of the woman flying at him only a few feet away and that’s when he remembers the HUD on his visor. He blinks hard over the winged icon and the buzzing of his wings falter. They become stiff and he drops like a stone, just as the woman and her spiked glider soar over his head seconds later. Ben flails in the air and hears the woman shriek a curse word. He catches sight of the woman fly straight through the window of an office. Ben quickly blinks once more over his visor, activating his wings again. He catches the air once more, suspending himself over the city. He flies unsteadily up towards the building with the broken window and sees the woman laying there on the carpet. A group of workers crowd around her, one is already dialling an ambulance. They look shocked at Ben as he cautiously flies inside and lands on the floor walking over to the woman.
Ben: “Erm, hi. Sorry, I think my villain hit your window.”
Retro Figs #1 Back to the Future (1985)
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Back to the Future is one of my all time favorite films. The dialogue if fantastically written, Micheal J Fox and Chistopher Lloyd have incredible peformences, and the music is just so epic. -
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-1: Eric Stoltz was actually the first person to play Marty. Robert Zemickis wanted Michael J Fox for the role, but he was shooting Family Ties every day, and didn't have room for it in his schedule. So they casted Eric Stoltz, shot around 3 weeks of footage, and then Robert and Bob decided that he wasn't the best fit, and so they fired Eric and convinced Micheal to shoot Back to the Future after Family Ties was done shooting (which is essentially 22 hours of filming a day!) -
-2: The ending to BTTF where Marty, Jenifer, and Doc travel in the Delorean to the Future wasn't actually meant to be a segway into a sequel. Robert and Bob never planned a sequel and put that in pretty much as a joke.
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-3: BTTF 2 and 3 were shot back to back.
Theme 1: A New Beginning
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this is my first photo for a new project that i am taking on. it is a collaboration between myself and other photographers on flickr. basically i upload two photos a week. one photo has a theme, the other is a freestyle photo. so it's kind of like a 52 weeks but two photos a week. the project is called Project 104 and here is the flickr page if you'd like to check it out. the theme for this week is a new beginning, the other members of this project will probably be uploading today and tomorrow so keep an eye out for their stuff. i will upload my freestyle photo later. here's a list of all the people apart of this project.
I'm so excited to embark on a new project, and i'm hoping it won't be as stressful as a 365 but a little more challenging than a 52 weeks. We'll see how this goes!
Swiss national holiday. In the progressive city of Basel, which is always a little ahead, it is celebrated on July 31st ;-)
Semi-submersible Heavy Transport Vessel Mighty Servant 1.
Here seen loaded with Boskalis equipment in the Port of Rotterdam.
Volume 1 - Origin of Powerhouse: Issue #9
Flicker Fighters
After the villain, Ambush, was taken away in an ambulance Ben was relieved. Finally, he got the name of the woman who had been trying to have he and his Mum killed. With this information they could have her arrested or exposed. Ben quickly makes his way to ‘Imagine’ to tell his Mum the news. However, he gets an idea. If he were to pay this Shiela Baron a visit. Perhaps, in his armoured suit then this woman might get the message across that she’s bitten off more than she can chew. Ben and his Mum were stubborn and they were fighters. He wasn’t going to let this woman possibly get away with her crimes by bribing the police. No, he was going to scare her off. He had the upper hand, he had her name and location now.
Ben makes his way to the storage department and looks over some of the Mech armour models. He needed something with a weapon to intimidate and threaten. The model “Excalibur” catches his eye and he read over the instruction manual before suiting up. He learned to do that beforehand, ever since the incident with the flight suit. As he finishes suiting up the fire alarm goes off and Ben frowns rushing out of the department. People are fleeing the building. But something isn’t right, the emergency sprinklers should have been triggered. Unless, they were switched off before the fire had occurred. This was deliberate.
Ben: “No, Mum!”
Ben rushes up the stairs in his new armour. Luckily, it was lighter than his previous suit. Much lighter actually. He takes the hilt of the blade out from its compartment in the back of his armour and with a press of the button activates the blade. It folds out to its full length and glistens red from the fire alarm which flashes in the staircase. His Mum was on the 13th floor floor of the building. Luckily, he hadn’t came across any smoke yet as he made his way upstairs. That’s until he gets to the door and sees the hallway is glowing orange, and decorated with flames which cling to the walls. Ben rams the door open and stumbles ahead. Soot blackens his visor and he smears it away using his gloves. He squints, his eyes watering from the smoke. It’s then he sees a fireman standing outside his Mum’s door. After coughing Ben manages to find his voice and calls out for them. The foreman turns around, eerily looking at him with a tinted visor. That can’t be protocol, surely.
Ben: “Erm, excuse me?”
The fireman doesn’t say a word. But then again he doesn’t need to. Suddenly, his hands are engulfed in blazing flames and he holds them out at Ben. Ben had seen enough superhero movies to know what happens next. He leaps to the side. Just in time as a jet of flames spit out at the spot where he was standing. Ben gets to his feet wheezing from the smoke and runs at the Firefighter. Even though the villain was fully masked Ben could tell he was caught off guard by the stupidity of Ben running at him. The villain takes a few steps back and the flames around his fists burn brighter. He strikes the ground before him and it is set alight with an explosion. The extreme heat makes Ben burn from within his armour. He could feel his body wanting to crawl out from its metal tomb. But he had to shove the feelings aside and get to his Mum. The villain is silent and his tinted visor looks at Ben, waiting for his next move. He was purposely trying to wait him out, after all the villain was in firefighter gear. He was more prepared and better equipped in these conditions than Ben. The flames were growing taller, the oxygen was being burned away, and the ceiling was beginning to crumble. Nevertheless, Ben gets an idea. A very dumb idea. But, nothing else was coming to him. He takes several steps back and bursts into a run. The villain steps back and watches as Ben springs through the flames shielding his face. He feels his hair singe, his chin burn and his body scream in pain from the heat in his armour. Later, he emerges from the flames and slams his armoured body into the villain he had nicknamed, Firelighter. He and the villain smash through the door to his Mum’s office and Ben scrambles fo his feet with his sword at the ready. He looks around, his Mum nowhere to be seen. She must’ve left. She was safe, probably outside on the ground right now.
Ben: “You got to be kidding me.”
Pues eso 1 y 2!! gatita y gatito a las puertas de mi casita.... cada uno mirando para un lado... y me parecio gracioso la forma en la que esperaban ^^* por ahi detras se ve a mi gata y a Lola!!!!!!
Y nada yo a esperar a ver si nos podemos escapar este finde a Madrid... ju!
====Gotham City Records Room====
Super powers. They're a gift some say, though you ask me- it's really all the luck of the draw. It's what separates the likes of Superman from that guy who melts people, Clayface... whatever. I lucked out myself. In more ways than one. Y'see, my power, is luck, plain and simple. I was three when we first knew. My dad, a carpenter by trade, used to take me to all his jobs, before his heart gave out- poor bastard. He let me bring my favourite toys to this place, this old, old house, the best house in Texas once upon a time, while he fixed up the place. Turns out Lionel Luthor was buyin' the place and he had a very specific vision in mind. Now my dad was a real good carpenter, you'd have to be to get calls from the likes of Luthor. So I'm playing with my toys- my favourite was this big yellow digger, while above me this old shelf was rotting away. Dad saw it of course, he knew rotting wood when he saw it, and called for me to move. And just as it gave way, it missed. One in a million chance. Right above me too! Shoulda crushed me! He told Ma about it that night- she could hardly believe it. From then on, these things kept happening. Cars that shoulda hit me, suddenly swerved away. Never had a detention even though I deserved plenty. Passed exams with flying colours, never having to study, and I never failed to impress the ladies. Then I met the Misfits, and my luck ran out. A bullet that should have killed me, instead put me in a coma, and my damn powers have been glitchin' ever since. Mind, I can't *tell* anyone that, that little gift of mine is the only thing keeping me in Moth's favour. I did try killing him after all...
That brings us to the here an' now. Walker wanted some information on Arkham City- y'know, the kind of thing that will force the place to shut down so he can get his buddies back. ... *Our* buddies. So yeah, Day's a psychopath, Len's a hard case and Blake may be a fucken' sex offender but they're our mates. And some of them- Rigger, Chuck, that blind Christian fella, they don't deserve any of it.
This place is the Gotham Records Room. Every blueprint, every map and every law is all written and recorded here, including everything on Arkham. You just need to know where to look. "A" for Arkham... Easy peasy.
*Chancer wanders towards the closest shelf, and takes copies of each file, from Amadeus Arkham himself, to the Asylum and of course, the City on his phone, taking quick glances at each while he works. Then he looks over at the "C" shelf, curious as to what they'd said about him, if anything. As he approaches it, he steps on a particularly weak marble slab, and then, the entire shelf slides away to reveal a small passageway. He mutters "The hell-?" then continues through the tunnel. Maybe there's some gold down here? he thought. He'd got the files now, so it wasn't really like he was betraying Drury, he was just... exploring, yeah.*
Strange though, someone had to know about this place. Like, with the amount of politicians and cops and civil servants coming in and out of here, someone had to have found this place.
*Sharp didn't even consider that they *all* knew. Even while walking through the marble corridor he was sure this was his own little secret. But then, he opened the next door, and was greeted with hundreds of coffins*
Jesus... What the hell is this place, some kind of fancy morgue? A kiddy morgue?
*He looked at the photos placed on each coffin. All children. He couldn't possibly open them, but he didn't have to. They were already stirring. He looked at the dark figures rising from their tombs, and he ran*
====1631. Before Gotham====
*They came to the New World as hunters, miners, explorers hoping to settle. One of these such men was Uriah Boone, and he was quick to search the area for food. For a man of this time, Boone took good care of himself, and was fiercely loyal to the nobles he served under. He was chasing a deer, venison proved to be a favourite of the townspeople, when he fell through the weak cave floor, and happened upon a stream of greyish liquid. Some of this would seep into the marshlands, where, two centuries later it rechristened Cyrus Gold as Solomon Grundy. The next day, Boone returned to the growing village where he told the noblemen of his discovery. They were quick to gather as much of the strange liquid as they could and studied it as best as was possible, but still, they could not explain it's bizarre properties. It's fumes alone had healed Boone's broken bones. One month later, a strange man visited the town, and talked to the nobles in private. They were wary of the stranger, but his promise of gold kept them in his graces nonetheless. And when they showed him the liquid, he said plainly "You're using it wrong"
What the townspeople didn't know at the time, was that Uriah Boone had died. He split his skull and shattered his spine in his fall. Like Gold centuries later, the waters resurrected him, but at a price. His skin turned paler over time, becoming something of a light grey. He talked less, and he thought less. Not only had the waters resurrected him and repaired his broken bones, they had strengthened them. Every wound he suffered healed remarkably fast, and the outsider was quick to see his potential. Others joined Boone, as the noblemen, tutored by the outsider, set about creating more of his kind. They made contact with other countries, back home in Britain and even in the Vatican. Across the world, the Noblemen established themselves in secret. They would be a Parliament, and here, in Gotham, this would be their Court.*
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*Sharp had fled. But he had already seen too much. As the rest of the Talons awoke- from Boone all the way to Cobb, one stood by its coffin, looking at it's grey skin, touching it's scars- still not fully healed, and asking itself "What am I?" It was not the first time it had been awoken- but each time was the same. The Judge of Owls spoke in it's ear. "You are free child. You have a mission. Your time is now. Our intruder has stolen files from us. Find him. Find the ones he answers to. And kill them all."
0 RETOUCHES & LUMIERE NOIRE
Soft utilisés : GIMP ( ajout logo )
matériel : Nikon d7000
AF-S DX NIKKOR 35mm f/1.8G
idee : el joker
les allummers prod
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0 RETOUCH & BLACK LIGHT
Soft : GIMP ( add logo )
material : Nikon d7000
AF-S DX NIKKOR 35mm f/1.8G
idea : el joker
les allummers prod
Not sure if Bradshaws/Bradstreet/Bradstar out of Wodonga lugging the hopper in to the Boral Cement Works,
Maldon, New South Wales, Australia.
[Please do not leave badges, post 1-comment 1 group images or invitations on my photos. ]
[this is part of a new and challenging ongoing project, focusing on male portraiture / psychology, seen as a symbiosis of power and vulnerability, discovery, unknown and mystery in the Man. I have never done something like this before that's why your opinion counts. thanks.]
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*although I have done a few tests, I think this particular photo will be the first in the series because it illustrates best the idea of the project. I will develop more on this soon. at the moment, I am more interested in the photos in themselves and how they can relate to each other to create a coherent visual sequence.