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Arenaria interpres. Seltjarnarnes. 22-24cm. 120g. WS 50-57cm. The turnstone is not a breeder in Iceland but can be seen quite often. They breed more north (Greenland) and migrate to English and mainland European coastal regions. During the migration they stay for quite some time on Iceland.
I was telling someone I had shot photos of the Staten Island marine graveyard from a passing boat as a teenager back in 1986, when the place was crammed with many more vessels in much better condition.
So, I finally dug out the photos. Here’s a not-great scan of the least-bad of the photos … dead center is a big ocean-going rescue tugboat with a wooden hull.
Thirty years later, almost to the day, I shot the marine graveyard from a kayak. And there’s the same tug! The stack is gone and the stern has rotted into oblivion, but the boat is still there and standing upright.
Images are Sept. 6, 1986, with a Canon A1 and Tokina 80-200mm zoom on some sort of Kodak negative film and Aug. 31, 2016, with a Canon EOS M2 and 22mm lens.
I 30 sono arrivati quasi senza farsi sentire se non in quei giorni precedenti al compleanno in cui ci si pone mille domande e mille pensieri ti attraversano la testa: chi sono veramente? Ho raggiunto quel che volevo? sono la donna che credevo di diventare? avrò commesso abbastanza errori?
Adesso sono qui, felice di quel che sono e di come sono.
Mi volto indietro con la consapevolezza che rifarei tutto quel che ho fatto con la stessa ingenuità e con la medesima determinazione.
Un giorno speciale per me ...
a mishmash of paddo and leave.
Short walk with the dog at Hoog Buurlo but this time on a spot we never went before
lingering longer. looking closer. really seeing. listening, pondering, sifting, solidifying.
feeling, sharing; opened up like a chestnut ready for roasting, the prickles are gone.
( habit! )
I met Chris in Sleaford while he was collecting donations for the British legion Poppy Appeal. Chris and his bike made a very attractive crowd gatherer and I hope he got a lot of donations. We chatted for a while about the importance of the Poppy Appeal and then I left him to continue with his valuable work.This picture isNo 30 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
One more day of January left. How quickly time flies. I did a similar shot last year on my 366. I know, I'm repeating myself. But give mercy, my camera gear is not weather proof!
Hopefully next week will be a bit better.
London February 2018. LOMO LC-A with Ilford XP2. C-41 processed and scanned by Digital Photo Express Carlisle.
Tinha eu meus vinte e poucos anos e uma bela câmera nas mãos. Foi então que me enfiei na estrada com a fixa ideia de fotografar manifestações de fé. Esta fotografia, tirada em um pequeno cemitério durante uma missa de corpo presente, foi feita com minha adorável F4 e uma 50mm 1.4. Na câmera um hp5 puxado dois pontos, na alma o desejo infinito que trago até hoje.
saudações fotográficas,
Osvaldo Santos Lima
Honestly, we didn't need an apple pie, but it's our son-in-laws birthday and it's his favorite, so...
March 2017: I escorted a dome to North Carolina from the grove. Three trains, five days, 100+ deg fever for half the trip, monstrously late Carolinian to top everything off, and then an early am flight out the next day. Brutal. The trip into pgh on 30, however, was a tranquil early morning photo safari through a city just waking up, and also the first time I took any meaningful pictures with my then-brand new xpro2, a camera I credit with really causing me to fall in love with mirrorless.
I love the summer sun. There's a very short time of year when the sun shines into my room, meaning it has moved all the way to that position it only reaches in the high summer.
That realization carries a sense of peacefulness, absolute happiness, but also extreme pain over realizing that the shortness of this time is being lived right now, that soon it shall go the other way, not shining into my room anymore, paving more room for darker and shorter days; a realization that I am grateful for, and at the same time extremely upset about -
because it carries the question: why all this meaningless thought? The sun is shining on your skin right now, embracing you with its purest warmth - how can you allow anything else at all to matter?
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