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I've updated one of my earliest builds, swapping in some fun new elements and better building techniques. The v2.0 building guide is now available at chrismcveigh.com
8 years ago someone suggested this would make a good BW. They were right :-)
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Decided to go for something abstract here...
This is my submission for Week 8 - Bokeh, for project 52
The reason why there is some undesired polarization in the shot, was I had just arrived at the airport and hadn't even gotten out of the car yet, when this appeared in front of me. So I hastily shot it through the car windshield lol
With C40-8’s being retired across the board, one of the last holdouts of these former Chicago and Northwestern GE’s is the Missabe division at Proctor and Two Harbors, Minnesota. It’s a far cry from the days when people thought these motors would displace all of the EMD’s up here.
I have my own business. I work often with banks and real estate companies. This day I was asked for a very special favor and house sit. The couple was moving and the movers were coming in and couple could not be there. They wanted someone to keep eye on the movers as house was loaded with extremely expensive items. I sat in chair for a few days as they packed up and moved belongings out. This is the main entrance. One angle of what you see. These stairs are custom. One piece of wood makes the curve. The doorway you see there was the library and every wall was stocked with books. Incredible home in Rosedale Toronto, Ontario
gratitudes :: for the yellow leaves here and there, for the grace that comes with monday, for realizing i can't do it all, and for neighborhood walks in our small town.
Canon EOS 50D
Olympus LMPlanFl 20X 0.40 BD + Raynox 150
Exposición: 3" - ISO100
Stacking
Nº de fotos: 370
Pasos de 2,29 µm
Magnificación aproximada: 17,7x
A Wicked Turn
Acte 8
Almost purring like the proverbial cat, he began to scoop up the unbelievable riches that the jewel case had contained, feeling his pouch growing delightfully ever heavier by the quickly passing seconds.
He opened a small silver case he found inside the bottom drawer and eyed the dazzling matching set of rubies that greeted his hungry hazel coloured eyes. Closing it, he dropped it neatly into the pouch and finished his work.
Where in blazes were the emeralds that had been on the lady as her portrait had been painted?
Disappointedly, nowhere in sight!
As he placed in the final bit of jewellery, a rather large cocktail ring, in with the rest of its purloined companions, his eyes traveled to the rather inviting diamond tiara that lay upon a silk leopard-skin slip.
It was real he noted with a combination of pleasure and bewilderment.
Why was it not being worn out this evening by the fair lady of the manor?
This whole affair all been far too easy, and the jewels far to beckoningly valuable, and this,… this regal headpiece fit for a queen, and worth a king’s ransom, was laying here, unprotected, unguarded, why?
Indeed…. Why?