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Photograph taken at 05:46am in the Golden Hour around sunrise, on the beach at Camber Sands in East Sussex, England on 14th April 2011.

  

Camber Sands features seven miles of glorious sandy shoreline and a shallow receeding tide, the only sand dune system in East Susex, set East of the Estuary of the River Rother at Rye Bay and stretching as one expanse beyond the Kent border. I have loved Camber Sands ever since I was a child, a summer haven with 'Kiss me quick' hats and candy floss, old fashioned ice cream vendors and great pubs that seem not to have changed in the past forty years. I love the bones of this seaside resort.

  

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Nikon D700 34mm 1/50s f/3.2 iso200 -0.3step EV. AF-S single point focus. Manual exposure. Matrix metering. Auto white balance.

   

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. Jesops 77mm UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip pack and two Nikon EN-EL3e batteries. Hoodman soft viewfinder eyepiece cup. Manfrotto 055XPro Carbon fibre & Manfrotto 327 RC2 pistol grip. Shutter release and mirror up.

  

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Studio stack based on 53 exposures (f/5.0, ISO100, 0.6sec, -0.3step, natural light, diffused), assembled in ZereneStacker (Dmap & Pmax), LR for adjustments, uncropped image, 3.2x (FF)

Detail of the back of an elytron of an Asian multicolored lady beetle (Harmonia axyridis) showing thalli and germinating spores of Hesperomyces virescens (Laboulbeniales).

Stacked in Zerene (only Dmap, 98 exposures) using an Olympus Uplan10x on a telezoom, set at f5.6, ISO160, 1/3sec, -0.3step, ledlight 5200°K, not cropped.

 

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I've wrestled with my conscience and declared the bout a draw. I've examined each and every avenue of perception and contemplation with time on my side and a willingness to seek out some pearl of wisdom that I might take with me to the grave. But all this pathetic brain of mine can muster is an awe for Mother nature's brilliance and bounty as those tidal surges have me ever more drenched and clinging onto my last breath, and the realisation that perhaps this is not such a bad day to die.

 

The thin tubular aluminium legs of my portable fishing chair flex and move under the weight of the water, sinking ever deeper into the soft velvety sand with each successive wave as I flinch under the freezing cold pain of the water now making unwarranted advances upon my ill prepared flesh. I want to cry but won't allow myself such wasteful and unproductive indulgence as I struggle to break free my limbs from the layers of tape that bind me callously to the skimpy chair, itself firmly affixed to the far end of the wooden groyne that for decades many has occupied these sea defences. Despite my best intentions I must concede the simple fact that a mortal of the merest form I am, no God nor king of legend past and bold with powers to halt the progress of the devilish sea. All the same, old Canute's earnest belief in his abilities wouldn't come a miss right now.

 

The morning breeze stiffens and billows in, buffeting my face along with salty sea spray and foam that floats from the shoreline, stinging my eyes and scalding my parched lips as my brain attempts to calculate and recalibrate a world of mayhem and possibility. And like a mirage in a barren desert land, from time to time there I am, believing that I might actually find salvation amidst the blissful chaos. Where I think there is a sign of movement between tethered hands and unforgiving tape, reality slaps me down as I fail once more to make any ground, the water ever faster, ever deeper as it pools around my submerged feet which are anchored beneath the sand and buried to a point several inches above my ankles, sending an icy chill up and down my spine. I know that he is watching me from a short distance away, I can feel his cold eyes burning into the back of my neck, his contemptuous stare though he'll naturally understand if I don't turn around and give him the satisfaction of the credit he craves. All the same, I wish I could turn and flash him a toothy smile as an 'up yours, pal' salvo across his decks. A three sixty revolving neck like a scene from 'The Exorcist' would be a neat trick right now.

 

My right eye is partially closed, the swelling smarting like a son of a bitch and congealed blood now dry and crusty around my face where he broke the skin under the impact with fists and wedding ring. Ah yes, that ring. How apt and intrinsically appropriate. Worn out of some sense of dominance and pride I would guess, a mark of allegiance, of ownership in his eyes, to complete my final humiliation and stamp his angry condemnation of my carnal actions and the consequences that have arisen from them. Only a fool such as I could choose to make an enemy of a violent husband with psychopathic tendencies, and a passion for the intricate details of violence drawn from years of watching American gangster movies. Why couldn't he have been a 'philatelist, then the worst fate that might have befallen me was in being licked to death! Or a lepidopterist.... hmm on second thoughts he'd probably have dried me to a husk and pinned me in a glass cabinet with a giant pin through my chest!

 

This stretch of coastline lies secluded and unmolested by tourist eyes, towards the outer reaches of the angry shoreline, where ageing wooden groynes pepper the beach and stand guard over my demise like legions of soldiers lined up for the fight. Positioned by the first breaker with three more behind me closer to the sea wall, my eyes survey the degradation and algae adorning the wooden form which tells me that soon I shall taste the salt water and breathe no longer. Everything so meticulously planned, he chose the location so well as into his violent trap I so foolishly wandered. The story of my life one could say, the nearly man, neither Prince nor King of the facets of my life, a head filled with romantic notions and a heart worn so carelessly on my soaking wet sleeves. Romance, you've gotta love it. Look where it got me this time. The sea water rises steadily, my waste now submerged and all attempts to free the legs of the chair thwarted by his use of tent pegs bent over and pinned into the core of the sand. He thought of everything, the cold and calculating bastard! My heart beat races like a charging stallion with every new pulsing surge of water, and perhaps rather curiously, I find myself with the urge to laugh out loud, uncontrollably at the top of my lungs. Am I facing madness as I stare death in the eye? I guess I never got around to reading the book on my bedroom cabinet, 'Etiquette when facing death at the hands of a mad thing'.

 

My nose is broken, I'm almost certain of the fact as I can hear the fragments moving rather unsettlingly against each other as I breath through the constricted passageway of my blood filled nostrils, mouth agape as I suck in great gulps of air and breath hard as the liquid reaches my chest. It's a suitably impressive show that Mother nature puts on just for me in my final hour, with the golden sand slowly disappearing beneath the advancing crests of the foamy waves, and seagulls overhead seeming to stare down and mock my sad plight as they hover motionless in the breeze above me. Unlike those ancient and fascinating Groynes, for this mere mortal, just one early morning tide is all that is needed to erase me, snuff me out from the existence enjoyed, the future I had planned. I feel almost cheated somehow, relishing the prospect of going out in style at the very least, and yet here I am giving up the fight without so much as a whimper.

 

Back at the car, Susan's carcass will be rapidly cooling by now. He'll have a hell of a job to hide all evidence of her murder, doesn't he realize that scrubbing the black velvet boot carpet of all traces of blood and bodily fluids will not fool the forensic squad once they get their filthy paws on the Mercedes? I picked that up from reruns of CSI shows on various digital channels over the years. I can still see her lying there as he opened the boot and forced me to survey the extent of the damage that I had caused. Hands taped and blood pouring from my fresh wounds, the baseball bat indentations throbbing on my battered bones as I looked into her still open, though curiously vacant eyes. I guess it's only fair that we both suffered the same fate this day for our unrequited love, the illicit and lurid legacy of our torrid affair, and yet a part of me, a selfish part that lurks deep in the very recesses of my worthless heart, somehow wishes that Susan were still alive to give me a perspective, a reason to make a stand and fight back like a man with all my strength and might. As it is, I am broken, nothing left to care for, the reason for my existence snuffed out before me. I am beaten. I guess there is always Mr Timmins, but no doubt once he realizes that I have not shown up for his on the dot five thirty dinner spread, he'll do what all cats do and find some other sucker to fall for his fluffalicious charms.

 

A wave pounds me, rushing my nostrils as salt water powers past the restricted passageways, pain searing through my brain as I try to eject the water from my mouth in rapid spits, head flailing with the limited movement my neck has. It's actually quite a buzz, the cold water smacking me in the face, the realization that this is it, I'm facing the reaper any second. I'd like to make a final speech and announce to the world that I enjoyed my short life and lived it to the full, but the world doesn't care much it seems to me, as local residents still fester in the pits of their love nests, leaving just a handful of curious sea gulls to ride the breeze around me. It could have been so perfect, so idyllic, as we two forbidden lovers luxuriated in the moment of our freedom, heading off into the metaphoric sunset on white horses to begin a new life away from that monster. I should have been a man, had some backbone, thought this moment through and offered up at least a valiant defence. But here I sit, bound to a collapsible fishing chair with a broken nose and shattered dreams, the woman I love lying dead just metres from me and his victory complete and final.

 

The final wave signals her intent from afar, gathering momentum and lifting her skirts as she heads like a Queen on her trusty many hands high white steed with sword held aloft and steel visor firmly down. This is it I guess, as I face my demise, mouth open and screaming as defiantly as my throat will muster, the slit gushing rich ruby red lifeblood from the precise slashing that his serrated diving knife so cordially obliged me with. The water rushes over me and I can hear my scream beneath the wave as I struggle for breath and wait for the water to recede enough for one last gulp of air. But sometimes hopes and dreams are scattered to the winds as is the case right here and now. As my breath falters and water rushes into every orifice, I sense the end is here. Perhaps soon I will be reunited with my love in a better place. Underwater, eyes open, I ponder the existence of Mermaids from ancient legend and live in hope that one will come and rescue me at her leisure.

 

Ever the optimist.

 

Believe in mermaids? Right here, right now, never moreso.....

  

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Rewritten from a piece penned on December 31st 2010

  

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Photograph taken at sunrise on the beach at Camber Sands in East Sussex, England.

 

Nikon D700 34mm 1/50s f/3.2 iso200 -0.3step EV

 

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter. Manfrotto 055XPro Carbon fibre & Manfrotto 327 RC2 pistol grip. Shutter release and mirror up.

   

This is Pterostichus madidus, a carabid beetle, about 17mm long and quite common in open habitats and forest edges. They are hunters ...

Studio stack (ISO100, f/5, 1/10sec, -0.3step, natural light, diffused) of about 96 images assembled in ZereneStacker (several Pmax & Dmap). Uncropped, 1.8x (FF), i.e. about 20mm wide.

Photographer : Greenboy a.k.a Budakijau

 

Exif :

6 Feb 2012/8:33AM

Shot in NEF

Exposure: 1/2sec at f22

Exposure Bias : +0.3step

Exposure Program : M

Matering Mode: Pattern

ISO 400

Flash: No

Focal Length: 17mm

Camera: Nikon D300s

Lens : Sigma 10-20mm f4

White Balance : Auto

Picture Control : Greenboy Landscape

 

Tajuk :

Taubat

Hadith :

Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda yang maksudnya:”Seorang mukmin tidak akan jatuh ke dalam satu lubang dua kali.”

 

Riwayat Bukhari & Muslim

 

Huraian

Pengajaran hadis:

i)Seorang mukmin yang sedar dan berjaga-jaga tidak akan melakukan kelalaian dan boleh ditipu dua kali dalam perkara yang sama.

ii)Oleh itu dinasihatkan apabila kita telah terlanjur melakukan dosa, hendaklah kita segera bertaubat (taubat nasuha) untuk tidak melakukan dosa itu lagi kerana seorang mukmin yang sebenar apabila melakukan dosa, dia merasakan seolah-olah berada di bawah bukit, takut bukit itu akan jatuh ke atasnya. Sedangkan orang yang selalu menderhaka (melakukan dosa) melihat bahawa dosa-dosanya hanyalah seperti lalat yang lalu di atas hidungnya.

iii)Di antara syarat-syarat yang menyebabkan taubat itu diterima adalah:

a)Meninggalkan dosa yang dilakukan serta-merta. Contohnya orang yang tidak melakukan sembahyang mestilah kembali menunaikan sembahyang atau orang yang selalu memakan rasuah hendaklah segera meninggalkan amalan keji tersebut.

b)Menyesali dosa yang telah dilakukan di mana setiap kali terkenangkan dosa yang pernah dilakukan itu dia akan menangis kerana takutkan seksaan Allah S.W.T.

c)Bertekad tidak akan mengulangi dosa.

d)Mengembalikan hak kepada yang berhak. Ini adalah kerana seorang yang benar-benar ingin bertaubat, dia begitu mengharapkan agar zaman lampaunya yang dipenuhi dengan dosa dapat dikembalikan dan digantikan dengan kebaikan. Oleh itu jika dia pernah merampas, mencuri atau mengambil hak orang lain tanpa kerelaan dan keizinan tuannya maka hendaklah dikembalikan sama ada ia berbentuk harta benda, wang ringgit dan sebagainya. Namun sekiranya hak itu bukanlah sesuatu yang dapat dikembalikan maka dia mestilah memohon perlepasan (kemaafan) daripada orang tersebut.

e)Dalam tempoh masa- Iaitu sebelum seseorang itu didatangi ajal di mana pada saat itu taubatnya sudah tidak berguna lagi.

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Photograph taken at 10.55am on April 29th 2010 at an altitude of Two hundred and fifty nine metres, off of Island Highway 1, in the grounds of Goldstream Provincial Park, on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

  

Having walked from Niagara Falls waterfall at Niagara falls Creek, which drops forty seven and a half metres much like it's famous namesake, we are now on an ever steepening trek up to Niagara Canyon Bridge (formerly Cisco Bridge over the Fraser River) and soon to enter private property after which point we are officially trespassing.

   

Established on June 26, 1958, this 477 hectares park is seventeen kilometres from Downtown Victoria, and is renowned for it's old growth temperate rain forest with 600 year old Douglas firs, and the location for the annual Chum Salmon spawning where Eagles await the returning fish and the cycle of life is played out to a violent, though wondrous climax.

  

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Nikon D90 Focal length: 10mm Shutter speed: 1/80s Aperture: f/4.5 iso200 Exposure compensation EV: -1.3Step NEF FILE SIZE L (4288 X 2848 Pixels) Compressed RAW File 12-Bit Hand held Focus mode: Manual focus AF-Area mode: Single Exposure mode: Programmed Auto Metering mode: Matrix metering White balance: Auto Colour space: Adobe RGB Active D-lighting: Low

  

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-4.5 Di II. Jessops UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip. Hoodman H-RAV right angle viewfinder. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit

  

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LATITUDE: N 48d 28m 57.97s

LONGITUDE: W 123d 33m 26.99s

ALTITUDE: 169.0m

  

RAW (TIFF) FILE: 35.10MB NEF FILE: 11.4MB

PROCESSED (JPeg) FILE: 18.60MB

  

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Nikon D90

  

HP 110-352na Desktop PC with AMD Quad-Core A6-5200 APU 64Bit processor. Radeon HD8400 graphics. 8 GB DDR3 Memory with 1TB Data storage. 64-bit Windows 10. Verbatim USB 2.0 1TB desktop hard drive. WD My Passport Ultra 1tb USB3 Portable hard drive. Nikon ViewNX-1 64bit Version 1.4.1 (18/02/2020). Nikon Capture NX-D 64bit Version 1.6.2 (18/02/2020). Nikon Picture Control Utility 2 (Version 2.4.5 (18/02/2020). Nikon Transfer 2 Version 2.13.5. Adobe photoshop Elements 8 Version 8.0 64bit.

   

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With every breath that I take, every beat of my heart,

Every step that I make, every journey I start

Living life to the full, loving fulsome and strong

With these eyes I see right, in a world filled with wrong

 

Though my time here is short in a life that sees pain

Mother nature my Goddess, through the madness makes sane

And the beauty she offers though mankind doth ignore

Makes me weep like a child, take heed I implore

 

Little Earth she is drowning in the plague called mankind

An ape so destructive, none more vicious you'll find

For he kills all the nectar on this glorious planet

And he'll live to regret every time that's he done it

 

Raping the landscape and killing the beasts

As the king of the jungle, like a God on them, feasts

Spreading over the planet like a virulent plague

Caring not for the carnage and damage he's made

 

Corruption, religion, the flags of his war

As the wealthy ride roughshod over the poor

Famines and violence, guns in the hands

Of the warlords who claim to be Lord of the lands

 

Stoking the fires that fuel mankinds greed

He pillages Earth for dispicable need

And his conscience is clear, regret not at home

As he blindly continues with arrogance shown

 

Mother nature she watches as she tends to her wounds

Mopping up all the chaos caused by man, the buffoon

And one day through his actions his demise, it shall come

And the Earth shall continue, life without us, begun

 

The planet is beautiful, bountiful too

Let her majesty guide you for your reverence due

From the mountains to forests, and the waterfalls high

Serenity covets the gaze of our eyes

 

Take a moment to look and this beauty you'll see

Let your heart open up and your soul wander free

For Nature sustains us and offers such treasure

If we stop for a moment and immerse in the pleasure

 

In a world of much beauty, with clarity see

Let your eyes wander happy and your soul wander free

As with every new sunrise and the hues of sunsets

Treat each day as your last, life's as good as it gets

   

Rewritten May 1st 2011

 

Photograph taken on April 29th 2010 at Niagara falls creek, in Goldstream Provincial Park, near Victoria, off the Trans Canada Highway 1, on Vancouver Island, BC, Canada

  

Nikon D90 10mm 1/125s f/5.6 iso200 -1.3step EV

 

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-5.6 Di LC II. Jessops UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip. Hoodman H-RAV right angle viewfinder. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit

  

LATITUDE: N 48d 28m 55.79s

LONGITUDE: W 123d 33m 11.58s

ALTITUDE: 157.0m

   

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Photograph taken on April 29th 2010 at Niagara falls creek, in Goldstream Provincial Park, near Victoria, off the Trans Canada Highway 1, on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, on Vancouver Island, Canada

  

The falls are at a low ebb here, and this allows you to walk along the river bed itself towards the falls, whereas during wet seasons you can only traverse a pathway either side above the falls.

  

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Nikon D90 10mm 1/125s f/5.6 iso200 -1.3step EV RAW(14Bit) Handheld. Manual exposure. Single point focus. Auato white balance. Matrix metering. Auto Active D-lighting.

  

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-5.6 Di LC II. Jessops UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip. Hoodman H-RAV right angle viewfinder. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit

  

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LATITUDE: N 48d 28m 55.79s

LONGITUDE: W 123d 33m 11.58s

ALTITUDE: 157.0m

  

RAW (TIFF) FILE SIZE: 103.00MB

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HP 110-352na Desktop PC with AMD Quad-Core A6-5200 APU processor. AMD Radeon HD8400 graphics. 8 GB DDR3 Memory with 1TB SATA storage. 64-bit Windows 8.1. Verbatim USB 2.0 1TB desktop hard drive. WD My Passport Ultra 1tb USB3 Portable hard drive. Nikon VIEWNX2 Version 2.10.3 64bit. Adobe photoshop Elements 8 Version 8.0 64bit

   

 

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The tension in the humid mid afternoon Texan air was palpable, the look of delight and glee upon the facial features of Sheriff Leroy J. Jenkins Jnr, plain for all to see as he brushed aside the white suited bespectacled scientific geeks with their Geiger counters beeping like crazy, rows of little LED's flashing away for all their worth and all lit up like Christmas time, and manfully gathered up the strange object in his hands. Turning to his Deputy he smiled and spat out a mouth full of sopping wet saliva covered chewing tobacco which coated the dry and sandy ground like a stricken bug of some sort, splatting the earth from some considerable height at terminal velocity.

 

" See, I told you boy, I said that we was being investigabated and examined by some strange and hitherto unidentificated species of bug eyed little green fellas from the outer reaches of the Cosmos, looking to prod us with them anal probes of theirs no doubt. Though the Good Lord only knows what them fellas are likely to find up my butt, or indeed what is is that they think they're looking for. What you got ta say for yourself now boy? "

 

Deputy Franklyn gave a half hearted glance at the metallic debris lying in the sheriffs wildly shaking hands and quipped dryly, "Now looky here Leroy, I may not have quite the training on these here matters that you so obviously do, but that thing looks less like some ooky-spooky piece of wreckage off some silver spacecraft from another dimension that just happened to stop by in our little ole town for a howdy-doody and a slice of Aunt Mabel's fine apple and cinnamon pie, and more like the remnants of someone's disposable barbecue to me. Thats all I'm gonna say on the matter".

 

The press pack were quicker to the investigation scene than hound dogs with Fourth of July celebratory rockets up their collective asses, a jumble of eighties bubble cut bleached perms and fragile ego's massaged by sychophantic personal assistants as a myriad of televisual stations fought for prime time coverage of this ground breaking event. As Deputy Jethro Franklyn walked back to his Saturn Police car that was parked Due East of the sandy dune just behind the location where the mysterious items were found, he removed his ten gallon stetson and rubbed the balding crest of his cranium, somewhat perplexed by this sudden and all consuming interest in all things extra terrestrial.

 

" It's just a god damn cotton pickin' piece of a portable barbecue, Leroy no doubt purchased in this here very town from Mary Beth's grocery store, and pretty soon you're gonna appear to all concerned as though you're a few peas short of a casserole! "

 

The Sheriff was having none of it, handing the objects back to the geeks in their protective suits like a scene straight out of Dustin Hoffman's 'Outbreak' that coincidentally had been featured on a Friday night late show at the makeshift cinema house in the centre of town and played to an audience of seven. Flash guns flared as a row of Nikon's captured the proud Sheriff in his finest hour, revelling in the glorious limelight of his fifteen minutes of fame and enjoying every second as he recounted the events of the last fortnight in the town of Hawksville, population one thousand and seven at last count (though Maisy Barlowe on fifth and Beacon did confide in her best friend Betsy Baron and thinks that Ritchie Bellingham might not have pulled out in time to prevent Mother nature from jumping into action if you take my meaning). Marlene Klosklowski, former teen princess nineteen ninety six and now anchor woman for the KBLFK network, wriggled and slithered her pretty derrière to the front of the press pack, her cherry red lipstick and hint of luscious cleavage enough to firmly grasp the attention of the Sheriff, even though she had never quite managed to curb that strange thing she does with her lip which is most unappealing in public, the Sheriff was by now somewhat hot under the collar as he removed his hat and took her question with eager anticipation. Marlene sure had done the old ugly duckling to beautiful swan routine from lanky lass to striking and imposing woman with elegance and applomb. As a child she was so tall, she could hunt geese with a rake, but now her height and allure served her well as she towered over the feeble menfolk she so beguiled and dominated.

 

The brown stuff had really hit the proverbial fan two weeks earlier when the town's police station was inundated with frantic calls from worried townsfolk reporting strange lights over the night time sky. The Sheriff and his Deputy had raced to the scene for a better look, just in time to see three bright white lights dancing momentarily before vanishing into seemingly thin air. Deputy Franklyn was not in any way, shape or form a fan of Sci fi films on account of a particularly humiliating experience back in nineteen seventy eight whilst watching the première of 'Close encounters of the third kind' with Betty Anne Spinks, that involved a carton of popcorn, a round hole and some lude behaviour that ended in him being beat up real bad by her three older brothers. But a few nights later those mysterious lights done turned up again, prompting calls from the Sheriff to the Pentagon itself demanding to be informed of their secret testing of stealth type aircraft in his backyard.

 

The Sheriff smiled at Marlene as he extolled on his beliefs that the town had been visited by alien entities from a galaxy far away, whilst his Deputy shook his head and pulled a bag of Krispy Kreme doughnuts that loitered in the glove compartment next to a back up forty-five that he seriously considered using on himself to put himself out of the misery of all this stuff and nonsense. Pulling out a Boston cream from the soggy bag, tinged with custardy innards and fat from the cooking process, he placed the doughnut towards his lips, leaving time enough to utter, "It's just a god damn barbecue piece, that's all. Nothin' more, nothin' less. God damn it Leroy, if you keep this up I may just have to shoot you in yer face with your own gun", before the melt in your mouth flavour of three day old doughnuts hit the back of his contented throat.

 

The barrage of questions came as the Sheriff rose to the occasion and acquitted himself really rather well for an over weight, out of shape, portly old man who had never enjoyed the luxury of a solid schooling and education, bringing a certain believability to proceedings that was infectious to all but the irritated Deputy who placed his hat over his face and laid back into the drivers seat for a few minutes rest. " He should never have made Sheriff ya know. He's so clumsy, he'd trip over a cordless phone. He's so dumb, he has to go around his own elbow to get to his thumb. If it wasn't for those incriminating photographs of the Mayor with the sixteen year old cheerleader for the Ravens, it'd be me up there right now telling all the folks not to panic their pantihose none on account of it just being the remnants of someone's god damn portable barbecue".

 

Suddenly a shrill voice peppered the proceedings as a uniformed officer came running up over the sandy hilltop from far over yonder on the other side. Spectacles half falling from the bridge of his nose and face flush and reddened, he continued screaming until coming to a halt not a few feet away from the press pack who's attention he had certainly attracted.

 

" Sheriff, I think there's something that you aught to come and take a look at...."

 

As the press pack trudged over the hill, following in the sandy footsteps of the Sheriff and the uniformed officer, even Deputy Franklyn donned his stetson and walked on over, coming to a halt ten yards away from the scene that brought a deathly hush to all parties present. In the sand lay the wreckage of what appeared to be a silver spherical space ship measuring some twenty five feet or so in diameter, and to the right of it, sticking out of the debris could be seen the green spindly arm of some unidentified creature. The arm raised a little from the ground, long bony fingers elongating before retracting to leave just the singular second finger next to the index one as if flipping the bird at the crowd. The worlds newspapers would buzz to front page images of the Alien beings first contact with mankind and that long bony finger that must surely mean something more in translation than a simple, 'Up yours'. Cameras clicked and flash guns buzzed into life as everyone tried to get a little closer to the action, the officers doing a sterling job of holding them back as they used all available cell phones and called for back up from the national guard, Homeland Security, Rentokill, S.W.A.T, the Green berets, Chuck Norris, former governor Arnold Aloise 'I'll be back' Schwartzenegger and even the President of the United States of America himself, who was currently undergoing minor daycare surgery to have Hilary Clinton's nose removed from his ass!

 

Deputy Franklyn stared at the scene in utter disbelief, " Well I'll be swaney. I am feeling as low as a toad in a dry well right now!", the Sheriff posing for a series of photo calls next to the stricken craft and it's singular occupant as dollar signs filled his eyes and thoughts turned to prime time slots with Oprah and J. Leno.

 

"I told you they were comin', Jethro, I told you so ", he smiled, as his fifteen minutes of fame surely smiled down upon him like the midday sun on the life changing events below. None of his Deputy's doubting words, nor those of the townsfolk themselves amounted to a hill of beans now in Sheriff Leroy J Jenkins Jnr's mind as he stood proud and vindicated in front of the world's press.... well at least those televisual stations broadcasting to a plethora of tin pot towns in the locale. But it didn't matter none to old Leroy, no sir, today Hawksville, tomorrow, the world.........

 

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Written April 19th 2011

 

Photograph taken at 06:29am on April 14th 2011 on the sand dunes in Camber sands Beach, East Sussex, England.

  

Nikon D700 22mm 1/50s f/3.5 iso200 -0.3step EV

 

Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8 G ED IF.

 

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Photograph taken at 10.49am on April 29th 2010 off of Island Highway 1, having walked along the almost dry river bed which runs through Goldstream Provincial Park, on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.

  

Having walked from Niagara Falls waterfall at Niagara falls Creek, which drops forty seven and a half metres much like it's famous namesake, we are now on an ever steepening trek up to Niagara Canyon Bridge (formerly known as Cisco Bridge over the Fraser River) and soon to enter private property after which point we are officially trespassing.

  

Established on June 26, 1958, this 477 hectares park is seventeen kilometres from Downtown Victoria, and is renowned for it's old growth temperate rain forest with 600 year old Douglas firs, and the location for the annual Chum Salmon spawning where Eagles await the returning fish and the cycle of life is played out to a violent, though wondrous climax.

  

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Nikon D90 Focal length: 10mm Shutter speed: 1/160s Aperture: f/6.3 iso200 Exposure compensation EV: -1.3Step NEF FILE SIZE L (4288 X 2848 Pixels) Compressed RAW File 12-Bit Hand held Focus mode: Manual focus AF-Area mode: Single Exposure mode: Programmed Auto Metering mode: Matrix metering White balance: Auto Colour space: Adobe RGB Active D-lighting: Low

  

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-4.5 Di II. Jessops UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip. Hoodman H-RAV right angle viewfinder. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit

  

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RAW (TIFF) FILE: 35.10MB NEF FILE: 11.9MB

PROCESSED (JPeg) FILE: 16.50MB

  

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PROCESSING POWER:

  

Nikon D90

  

HP 110-352na Desktop PC with AMD Quad-Core A6-5200 APU 64Bit processor. Radeon HD8400 graphics. 8 GB DDR3 Memory with 1TB Data storage. 64-bit Windows 10. Verbatim USB 2.0 1TB desktop hard drive. WD My Passport Ultra 1tb USB3 Portable hard drive. Nikon ViewNX-1 64bit Version 1.4.1 (18/02/2020). Nikon Capture NX-D 64bit Version 1.6.2 (18/02/2020). Nikon Picture Control Utility 2 (Version 2.4.5 (18/02/2020). Nikon Transfer 2 Version 2.13.5. Adobe photoshop Elements 8 Version 8.0 64bit.

   

Wasp beetles (Cerambycidae) are quite common in our greenhouse this year. They possibly emerge from bark-filled orchid baskets that spent last summer outside (July - October). Unfortunately many of the beetles are found dead, trapped under the glass ....

 

Studio work. Specimen was rehydrated-cleaned in Decon90 (25%) before staging it on a flower bud (Carpenteria).

 

Focus stack taken in the greenhouse, based on 95 images, assembled in Zerene Stacker, not cropped.

Canon 5D mkii, Canon MP-E 65mm at 1.7x, ISO-100, f/5, 1/30s, -0.3step, natural light, with additional ledlight (98CRI), diffused with tracing paper.

 

My HD screen laptop crashed due to a fawlty harddisk. Processed this image using a regular screen ... frustrating ...

This is a Robber fly (Asilidae, Diptera) that caught an unfortunate winged termite during its nuptial flight (Macrotermes sp., fungus growing termite, Termitidae, Isoptera). Nuptial flights of this termite species occur in miombo forests and in broad daylight. By the thousands they fly out of a single hole in the ground. Usually nests, far a part from each other, fly out simultaneously. It can take half an hour before the last one is out of the nest and during that entire time plenty of predators, birds & insects alike, 'dig' in the 4-6m high column of termites flying out. It's a feast .... and it's pretty spectacular.

In such places you can find plenty of robber flies, with prey, resting on twigs and plants. While feeding they keep remarkably still. This one comes from Mikembo sanctuary (DR Congo, Katanga, January 2014).

Fieldstack based on 16 images (ISO100, f/4.0, -0.3step, 1/60s, natural light, cloudy); assembled in ZereneStacker (Dmap & Pmax), uncropped, image about 36mm wide (1x on ff).

The photo above is a panorama of a sunset seen from our place near Vancouver this evening, British Columbia, Canada. The colours were so vibrant!

 

View Larger On Black

 

About this photo: Now that the days are getting a little shorter we get to enjoy beautiful sunsets from our place a bit better. The sun sets almost right in front of our living room window (especially in the winter) which I think is so great. When I notice that there are some interesting clouds in the sky I just wait and watch the sun go down and hope for a beautiful sky. And when that happens I am ready with my camera to take some photos. On this day we just came home from a family visit and I noticed that the sky had kind of an orange hue, really strange. The colours seem to get stronger and that's when I ran in to grab my camera and take a few photos of this amazing sunset. For this photo I used the panorama button on my camera.

~Camera Settings:

*Camera Model: Sony SLT A57

*Focal Length: 30mm

*F-Number: F/4

*Exposure Time: 1/60 sec.

*ISO Speed: ISO-100

*Exposure Program: Panorama

*Exposure Compensation (E/V): -0.3step

 

Thank you for dropping by and I hope you like this photo!

Ann

 

Some information on New Westminster: New Westminster is a city that belongs to the Greater Vancouver area. New Westminster is located about 20 minutes from downtown Vancouver along the Fraser River. This beautiful city is also called "The Royal City". The city also reminds people of San Francisco, especially because of the steep hills in town. So be prepared for those hills!

 

New Westminster was founded by the Royal Engineers under the command of Colonel Richard Clement Moody, and named by Queen Victoria after her favourite neighbourhood in London, Westminster. It is also the oldest city in western Canada and it was the capital of British Columbia between 1858 and 1866.

 

Located right in the middle of the Greater Vancouver network today, New Westminster is a charming mix of old and new, with a picturesque waterfront and fabulous Victorian architecture. It's a vibrant and progressive city with a community rich in tradition and respect for its heritage.

 

Come and visit this beautiful city when you are in Vancouver and find out for yourself how charming this city is. There are many things to see and to visit in New Westminster such as: New Westminster Museum and Archives, Iving House, the Samson V Paddle Wheeler, New Westminster Quay Public Market, the Antique Alley, Queen's Park, the 7-11 cycling Trail and much more.

Studio stack based on 75 exposures (ISO100, f/5.6, 1/4sec, -0.3step, blasted with 4 Jansjo leds at 3cm, diffused through a thin paper tissue); assembled in ZereneStacker (Pmax & Dmap), LR and GIMP for adjustments. First 4 and last 4 images of the stack taken with f/8 and f/9 to have a more natural drop in the dof. Uncropped image, magnification 5x (ff).

Photographer : Greenboy a.k.a Budakijau

 

::foto ni telah di crop menjadi square format untuk penuhkan kompo,masta fared sedang beraksi memburu sunset::

 

Exif :

U.N.E.D.I.T.E.D

8 Jun 2012/19:01PM

Shot in NEF

Exposure: 6sec at f29

Filter : GND0.9

Exposure Program : M

Matering Mode: Pattern

ISO 1.0

Flash: No

Focal Lenght : 14mm

Exposure Bias : -0.3step

Camera: Nikon D300s

Lens : Sigma 10-20mm f4

White Balance : Daylight

Picture Control : Greenboy Landscape

 

Tajuk :

Masa Hari Kiamat Dan Huru-haranya

Hadith :

Nabi s.a.w bersabda: "Manusia berpeluh pada hari kiamat dengan banyaknya sehingga air peluh mereka meresap ke dalam bumi berpuluh-puluh hasta, dan menenggelami mereka sehingga sampai ke telinga masing-masing".

 

Abi Hurairah r.a

 

Huraian

Nabi s.a.w bersabda: "Manusia berpeluh pada hari kiamat dengan banyaknya sehingga air peluh mereka meresap ke dalam bumi berpuluh-puluh hasta, dan menenggelami mereka sehingga sampai ke telinga masing-masing".

Found these gorgeous leaf rolling weevils on plants growing along the edge of a small lake (Latvia, Valmiera). Quite abundant and most frequently on, or nearby, young Populus tremula. A difficult one ....

Focus stack based on 26 images (ISO100, f/5.0, 1/8sec, -0.3step, diffused natural light, paper reflector below, wind still conditions). Combined in ZereneStacker (Pmax & Dmap), uncropped image, about 12mm high (3x on ff).

Not entirely sure, but this gorgeous snake could be a Green Water Snake (Philothamnus hoplogaster). It was found in a vast miombo area, climbing in a shrub close to a pond (december 2012, Mikembo, Lubumbashi, DR Congo). It is close to 1 m long.

Image based on a stack of a selection of 20 usable exposures (f3.2, 1/40sec, ISO250, +0.3step) taken late afternoon with the camera on a tripod

A carabid beetle that likes the sandy banks along ponds and rivulets. Its vivid colors and surface texture are somehow combined in a way that the entire body completely merges with the background. Fascinating!

Studio stack based on 56 exposures (ISO100, f/5.6, 1/8sec, -0.3step, natural light, diffused), assembled in ZereneStacker (Pmax & Dmap), LR and GIMP for adjustments. Uncropped image, magnification 2.8x (ff).

Bộ bàn chải 3step dùng cho bé từ 5 tháng tuổi

Step 1 5-6 tháng, cho bé cầm gặm

Step 2 từ 7,8 tháng

Step 3 từ 11 tháng trở đi.

Step 1 thì mẹ đưa cho bé nghịch chơi sau bữa ăn, tất nhiên là nghịch và gặm 1 lúc thôi nhé. Từ các step sau, mẹ chủ động dùng bàn chải đánh cho bé, hoặc cho bé tự làm. Bàn chải vừa có tác dụng "thỏa mãn" bé khi ngứa lợi mọc răng, vừa giúp bé có thói quen đánh răng sau này. Tự bé ko thể làm đc mọi việc, mẹ phải giúp và hướng dẫn bé nữa.

Photograph taken at sunrise, 06:10am on April 10th 2011 at Botany Bay in Broadstairs, Kent, England.

  

Nikon 14mm 1/160s f/4.5 iso200 -0.3step

 

EV Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8G ED IF. MetaGPS geotag.

 

Latitude: N 51d 23m 18.26s Longitude: E 1d 26m 15.32s

   

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Bộ bàn chải 3step dùng cho bé từ 5 tháng tuổi

Step 1 5-6 tháng, cho bé cầm gặm

Step 2 từ 7,8 tháng

Step 3 từ 11 tháng trở đi.

Step 1 thì mẹ đưa cho bé nghịch chơi sau bữa ăn, tất nhiên là nghịch và gặm 1 lúc thôi nhé. Từ các step sau, mẹ chủ động dùng bàn chải đánh cho bé, hoặc cho bé tự làm. Bàn chải vừa có tác dụng "thỏa mãn" bé khi ngứa lợi mọc răng, vừa giúp bé có thói quen đánh răng sau này. Tự bé ko thể làm đc mọi việc, mẹ phải giúp và hướng dẫn bé nữa.

Araneus diadematus, waiting in the centre of its damaged web. It lives in our garden and has been catching a lot the last two weeks, it doubled in size.

Stacking this beast without disturbing was a challenge. It took me over an hour to get it done. The wind was not my friend today!

Focus stack based on 39 exposures (ISO200, f/5.6, -0.3step, 1/15sec, natural light, morning), combined in ZereneStacker (Dmap & Pmax). No need to tell that it took another couple of hours of correcting in GIMP and LR.

Slightly cropped image, now about 2cm high.

 

Martha didn't rest that evening, tired from childbirth, couldn't sleep

Baby wrapped in blankets many, warmth and comfort tried to keep

Little fingers, eyelids closed, silently the child she lay

As from the cold her mother kept her, in the bleak bricked alleyway

 

Desolation spiralling amidst the squalor of the street

Tiny houses, tiny alleys, no tiny pitter patter, feet

Born to face a frightening world, poverty and much disease

On the morn of April twentieth heartbeats fluttered, eyes displeased

 

Begging was a way of life, down at heel and prospects none

Life, eternally a struggle, praise the Holy ghost and son

Simple folk who knew no better, stricken lives and aching limbs

Dealt a hand of losing fate, and made to suffer for their sins

 

Rose was dead within the hour, clutched to Martha's grieving breast

She couldn't open tiny eyes, bitter cold too much the test

The doctor held a handkerchief to nostrils flaring, city stench

Pronouncing death at seven thirty, just another screaming wench

 

Rich folk passed with gay abandon, caring little for the plight

Of prostrate begger skyward crying as the darkness stole the light

Arthur showed no care nor sorrow, many babies, his had died

Content from begging, pennies gathered, now a pint that sloshed inside

 

Slapping Martha for her wailing, only thing she understood

Grabbing Rose and mumbling wildly, disposing of her best he could

Dirty people, filthy streets, under rain clouds every day

Catch the eye of normal folk who stare in horror, look away

 

Martha took her life that evening, pain so deep she could not cope

London Bridge was lit with candles as she tied the length of rope

Her neck was broken as she dangled from the Bridge at half past ten

Arthur sighed and tutted loudly, off to beg for beer again

 

London town and bells are ringing, life and death the cycle, norm

Babies born as graves are freshly dug beneath the bitter storm

Ignorance and carnal lust, possessions of the beast mankind

Not a semblance of compassion on these dirty streets you'll find

 

Spare a penny for the urchins on the street as you walk by

Eighteen ninety five mid winter, souls despair as hearts they cry

Martha, gathered up by Policemen, wrapped and placed in unmarked grave

No one gave a damn for what she stood for, represented, gave.

  

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Written April 15th 2011

 

Photograph taken on April 14th in Rye, East sussex, England

 

Nikon D700 34mm 1/10s f/2.8 iso200 -0.3step EV

 

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2,8G ED IF. UV filter

 

F-stop : f/20

Exposure time : 4 sec

ISO speed : ISO-200

Exposure bias : -3.3step

Focal length : 300mm

Flash mode : No Flash

 

 

انـا والٺصوير الليلي آبداً مش اصدقـآء ..

بس امس الا اصوور ليلي وطلعٺ فووق البيٺ وصورٺ هالصوره

 

اللي لفتني في هاذي اللافته اكييد طبعا وبدون شك كلمه (العييين)

  

بس مابتبين عندكم الا اذا كبرتوا الصوره فووق

* ترا الصوره مب في العيين في بوظبي

  

=) اٺمنى ٺعجببڪَم

18mm

15s

f22

exp bias -3step

 

Perched atop a bridge looking down on a relatively small street near our apartment.

A Cerambycid beetle often seen crawling in the flowers of the garden. Its larvae thrive in a nearby pile of dead wood (beech & populus).

Studio stack of a prepared specimen, based on 54 images (ISO160, f/5.6, 1/60sec, -0.3step, natural light, diffused). Assembled in ZereneStacker (Pmax & Dmap), LR for some sharpening and noise reduction, Gimp for artifact removal. Uncropped image taken at 1.8x, i.e. about 20mm high.

This species (fulva) has been shifted between several genera; there are some synonyms and also a few lookalikes.

 

Photograph taken on April 14th 2011 at 07:09am in the Gun gardens at Rye, East Sussex, England

 

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Nikon D700 58mm 1/50s f/6.3 iso200 -0.3step EV

  

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter. Nikon GP-1 GPS.

      

LATITUDE: N 50d 56m 59.10s

 

LONGITUDE: E 0d 44m 8.31s

 

ALTITUDE: 4.0m

Found this one in a pitfall trap; very weak. Studio stack based on 35 exposures (f/5.6, ISO100, 1/5sec, -0.3step, natural light, diffused), assembled in ZereneStacker (Dmap & Pmax), LR for adjustments, uncropped image, 1.5x (FF)

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Photograph taken on April 14th 2011 at 07:09am in the Gun gardens off Church Square in Rye, East Sussex, England

  

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Model: Janine Curties

  

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Nikon D700 48mm 1/50s f/6.3 iso200 -0.3step EV Hand held. RAW (14Bit) Manual focus. Manual exposure. Matrix metering. Auto white balance.

  

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. Jessops 677mm UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip pack and two Nikon EN-EL3e batteries. Nikon GP-1 GPS module. Hoodman soft ruber eyepiece cup.

  

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Latitude: N 50d 56m 59.10s

Longitude: E 0d 44m 8.31s

Altitude: 4.0m

     

RAW (TIFF) FILE SIZE: 34.00MB

PROCESSED (JPeg) SIZE: 4.19MB

  

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PROCESSING POWER:

 

HP 110-352na Desktop PC with AMD Quad-Core A6-5200 APU processor. AMD Radeon HD8400 graphics. 8 GB DDR3 Memory with 1TB SATA storage. 64-bit Windows 8.1. Verbatim USB 2.0 1TB desktop hard drive. WD My Passport Ultra 1tb USB3 Portable hard drive. Nikon VIEWNX2 Version 2.10.3 64bit. Adobe photoshop Elements 8 Version 8.0 64bit

   

 

Gear info:

 

Canon EOS 7D

Canon 100mm f/2.8

  

Expo info :

 

Focal length : 100mm

ISO : 200

f/5.6 at 1/500 sec.

Exposure bias:-0.3step

Exposure program : Manual

White balance : Manual

 

Model : Rafi Fazel

 

©2012 Photography By Arun Alison

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I was contacted by Tracey Chau, Social media and community manager at LOBSTER (Social Media marketplace), who requested the use of five of my photographs, including this one to be featured in their monthly agencies e-mail. With links to my work and profile, this represents an opportunity to promote my work and have more agencies discover me. I am very grateful to Tracey and Lobster for this opportunity.

  

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Photograph taken on April 14th 2011 at 07:09am in the Gun gardens off Church Square in Rye, East Sussex, England

  

Nikon D700 48mm 1/50s f/6.3 iso200 -0.3step EV

  

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter. MetaGPS geotag

  

Latitude: N 50d 56m 59.10s

 

Longitude: E 0d 44m 8.31s

 

Altitude: 4.0m

   

A raft-spider (Dolomedes fimbriatus, Pisauridae) resting or patiently waiting for some food to fly in. It gave me plenty of time to setup the gear and make a very fine stack of 98 exposures (ISO200, f/5.6, 1/60sec, -0.3step, natural diffused light, tripod and magic arm to block the plant). Combined in ZereneStacker (Dmap & Pmax), uncropped image, 36mm wide (1x on ff).

I cant forget those days when I often go out for photowalk with BUET photographic society members, but long time I am detouched with them although continued shooting alone. Recently I was thinking of indoor closeup photography. Then today I did this pathetic indoor photo shoot trial. By the way, I took this photo with my handmade remote flash system, which I built just two days ago. ;) I bought this two flowers today only for testing the flash unit. A table glass for the reflection and a black long scarf (it was my sister's) for the black background. After taking shot I just burned some places in the frame to remove noises. Technical details are as below:

 

Gears: Nikon D90 with Nikkor AF D 70-300mm f/4.5-5.6 VR, my hand made vivitar remote flash unit, simple tripod and a remote for preventing camera shake.

Mode: Manual

Shutter: 1/200sec

F-stop: f/14

Focal length: 125mm

Exposure: -0.3step

ISO: 200

 

Asian multicolored lady beetle (Harmonia axyridis) with a bunch of thalli from a fungal ectoparasite (Hesperomyces virescens).

Stacked in Zerene (Pmax & Dmap) using an MP-E65mm at 3.5x, ISO160, f3.5, 1/4sec, -0.3step, daylight, not cropped.

 

HDR 3step~

Photographer : Greenboy a.k.a Budakijau

 

::foto ni dirakam di Darul Quran,Kuala Kubu Bharu petang semalam sambil-sambil menunggu sunset::

 

Exif :

Persedo-HDR single RAW

12 Jun 2012/17:57PM

Shot in RAW

Exposure: 1/80sec at f11(handheld)

Filter : No filter

Exposure Program : M

Matering Mode: Pattern

ISO 1.0

Flash: No

Focal Lenght : 10mm

Exposure Bias : -0.3step

Camera: Nikon D300s

Lens : Sigma 10-20mm f4

White Balance : Daylight

Picture Control : Greenboy Landscape

 

Tajuk :

Panduan Bagi Orang Yang Diuji

Hadith :

Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda yang maksudnya “Tidak ada keberanian yang paling disukai oleh Allah S.W.T selain dari keberanian hamba menahan kemarahan. Tidaklah seorang hamba itu menahan kemarahannya melainkan Allah S.W.T. akan mengisi dadanya dengan keimanan.”

 

Riwayat Ibn Abi Dunya

 

Huraian

Pengajaran Hadis:

i)Menahan perasaan marah, memaafkan kesalahan orang lain dan berlaku ihsan adalah antara sifat yang mesti dipupuk dalam diri setiap manusia kerana ia boleh menambahkan keimanan.

ii)Marah umumnya menunjukkan sifat seorang yang lemah kerana gagal mengawal emosinya sendiri. Ia merupakan tabiat yang sukar dihapuskan. Apabila marah, kedua mata menjadi merah, urat leher pula kelihatan timbul. Oleh itu Rasulullah mengatakan bahawa kemarahan itu adalah bara api di dalam hati anak Adam dan ia datangnya daripada syaitan yang dijadikan daripada api di mana api hanya dapat dipadamkan dengan air. Maka Rasulullah s.a.w menasihatkan apabila marah, hendaklah seseorang itu berwudhuk (mengambil air sembahyang).

iii)Imam al-Ghazali pula berkata:” Kemarahan manusia itu bermacam-macam-macam. Setengahnya cepat marah tetapi cepat tenang. Setengahnya pula lambat marah dan lambat pula tenang dan setengah yang lain pula, lambat marah tetapi cepat tenang. Maka yang ketiga inilah yang paling terpuji.”

iv)Tidak semua kemarahan itu dilarang oleh Islam. Marah perlu ada terhadap perkara yang tidak disukai yang menyalahi kebenaran sebagaimana yang diajarkan oleh agama atau perkara yang terang-terang dilarang agama di mana kita dilarang mendiamkan diri jika kehormatan peribadi dan agama dihinakan.

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Photograph taken at 05:46am in the Golden Hour around sunrise, on the beach at Camber Sands in East Sussex, England on 14th April 2011.

  

Camber Sands features seven miles of glorious sandy shoreline and a shallow receeding tide, the only sand dune system in East Susex, set East of the Estuary of the River Rother at Rye Bay and stretching as one expanse beyond the Kent border. I have loved Camber Sands ever since I was a child, a summer haven with 'Kiss me quick' hats and candy floss, old fashioned ice cream vendors and great pubs that seem not to have changed in the past forty years. I love the bones of this seaside resort.

  

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Nikon D700 34mm 1/50s f/3.2 iso200 -0.3step EV. AF-S single point focus. Manual exposure. Matrix metering. Auto white balance.

   

Nikkor AF-S 24-70mm f/2.8G ED IF. Jesops 77mm UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip pack and two Nikon EN-EL3e batteries. Hoodman soft viewfinder eyepiece cup. Manfrotto 055XPro Carbon fibre & Manfrotto 327 RC2 pistol grip. Shutter release and mirror up.

  

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RAW (TIFF) FILE: 34.00MB

PROCESSED FILE: 5.87MB

  

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PROCESSING POWER:

 

HP 110-352na Desktop PC with AMD Quad-Core A6-5200 APU processor. AMD Radeon HD8400 graphics. 8 GB DDR3 Memory with 1TB SATA storage. 64-bit Windows 8.1. Verbatim USB 2.0 1TB desktop hard drive. WD My Passport Ultra 1tb USB3 Portable hard drive. Nikon VIEWNX2 Version 2.10.3 64bit. Adobe photoshop Elements 8 Version 8.0 64bit

  

This is one of my first images that I have ever taken in my photography interest. It was taken in 2009 with a sheet of cloth behind as a backdrop.

Canon 1000D

f/5.6

1/50sec

ISO-1600

Exposure bias- +0.3step

35mm

  

@Saint John, NB

 

[HDR: 3 shots, ±1.3step]

 

[View on Black]

Casablanca, Morocco.

Photo was taken with Nikon D40x, f/11, 1/400, ISO-100, 18mm, -0.3step

 

Sunset.

This little cute white lion cub lives in Lion Park, Johannesburg, South Africa.

Photo was taken with Nikon D40x, f/9, 1/320, ISO-100, 42mm, -0,3step

 

White lions are extinct in the wild, and only a small number exist on a South African Nature Reserves and various zoos around the world.

Photograph taken on April 29th 2010 at Niagara falls creek, in Goldstream Provincial Park, near Victoria, off the Trans Canada Highway 1, on Vancouver Island, BC, Canada.

 

A touuch of the Watercolour filter was used in Adobe Photoshop Elements 8 Software for this frame.

       

Nikon D90 10mm 1/125s f/5.6 iso200 -1.3step EV

   

Tamron 10-24mm f/3.5-5.6 Di LC II. Jessops UV filter. Nikon MB-D10 battery grip. Hoodman H-RAV right angle viewfinder. My memory 32GB class 10 20MB/s SDHC. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit.

       

LATITUDE: N 48d 28m 55.79s

 

LONGITUDE: W 123d 33m 11.58s

 

ALTITUDE: 157.0m

   

今の時期は5時に起きる。と言うより起きてしまうというのが正しい。

顔を洗い、珈琲と淹れ、バナナと一緒に頂くのが毎日の習慣になって、かれこれ4年半が過ぎようとしている。

 

きっかけは大病後の栄養補給だが、アスリートも好んで食べるのも納得の食べ物です。http://banana.co.jp/3step/trend/index.html バナナを食べてから海に向かうわけですが、空きっ腹ではない分、頑張れるエネルギーが違う。

 

僕の好みはちょっと黒いスポットが入っているくらいが良い。まだしっかりした状態だけど糖度は増している。そして、午後のおやつにもう1本。きっとこれが今の僕の身体を支えているんだと思う。なので、バナナの買い置きのない朝は海に行くきっかけを削ぐ。習慣というものは一日を左右するんだと思い、絶対に欠かさないようにしている。

 

ランニングをする人、ジムでトレーニングする人、そして総てのアスリートは、決めたことを貫く事で充実感を味わい、その先にある達成感を得ているんだろう。

 

僕はもう激しい運動は出来ないが、自転車を蹴って海に向かうことは出来る。これが僕にとっての朝の運動習慣なのです。そして今日もBnanaを食べて西へ東へ海岸線をウロウロ。

Photographer : Greenboy a.k.a Budakijau

 

::Foto Sunset petang semalam di kelanang,dirakam menggunakan Nikon D90 with out GND filter::

 

Exif :

13 Jun 2012/19:23PM

Shot in RAW

Exposure: 1/13sec at f8(handheld)

Filter : No filter

Exposure Program : M

Matering Mode: Pattern

ISO 200

Flash: No

Focal Lenght : 17mm

Exposure Bias : -0.3step

Camera: Nikon D90

Lens : Nikkor 17-55mm f2.8

White Balance : Auto

Picture Control : Greenboy Landscape

 

Tajuk :

Ketaatan Yang Dituntut Oleh Islam

Hadith :

Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda yang bermaksud: “Tidak boleh taat kepada seseorang dalam melakukan maksiat kepada Allah. Sesungguhnya ketaatan itu dalam melakukan kebaikan.”

 

Riwayat Al-Bukhari dan Muslim

 

Huraian

1.Ketaatan adalah terhad kepada perkara kebaikan sahaja.

2.Tidak wajib patuh kepada kepimpinan (suami, ketua, dll ) sekiranya disuruh melakukan perbuatan yang dilarang oleh agama tetapi sekiranya suruhan itu tidak bertentangan dengan ajaran Islam maka ia wajib dituruti (taati).

3.Taat kepada suami merupakan tempat kedua setelah taat atau patuh kepada perintah dan larangan Allah. Bahkan ketaatannya kepada Allah diukur daripada sejauhmanakah seseorang itu dapat menyelesaikan kewajipannya terhadap suaminya.

Cape Town, South Africa.

Photo was taken with Nikon D40x, f/3.8, 1/50, ISO-100, 24mm, -0.3step

 

The legendary great white shark is far more fearsome in our imaginations than in reality. As scientific research on these elusive predators increases, their image as mindless killing machines is beginning to fade. Or is it?

And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

 

Acts 16:31 King James Version

 

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Check out this photo of Mr Titmus' lounge with the new addition of the three step oak surround which matches the surrounding, existing oak furniture beautifully.