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This photo serves / to signify the colors of age. //
The colors in flag, and hangers / strengthen the message.
My beautiful old girl Ceilidh, still a bit crazy after all these years, although much slower! After over 13 years, we can finally let her off the lead as she is not inclined to run off. With her various health issues, last autumn we didn't think she'd make it to Christmas...then New Years...then her birthday at the end of January - but today she is still happy, always wanting her food and (short) walkies.
My first attempt using the Lensbaby Velvet 56 as a portrait lens at f4 with an uncooperative subject - lots of room for improvement (but otherwise it would be boring).
Every day as I stroll through the village, I am met with a sight that challenges the stereotypical image of seniors leisurely spending their days feeding pigeons in the park. Instead, I am greeted by vibrant groups, which include a substantial number of silver-haired adventurers, enthusiastically participating in calisthenics before embarking on Fort Langley Canoe Club's boats. Clad in vivid life vests and equipped with paddles, they head towards their designated vessels. Teams skillfully navigate the channel, their laughter and voices reverberating along the shores. Whether it's raining or shrouded in fog, these individuals redefine the notion of a "silver lining," forging connections and demonstrating that age is merely a number—preferably one you paddle through with style! Fort Langley British Columbia Canada
Nikon FM with 105mm lens on Ilford HP5 film.
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When I was younger and learning how to garden, flowers in fall meant only one thing to me - compost.
Now, in my fifties, I have an endless fascination for these golden, aging beauties. Coincidence? I think not :)
Nature will forever by my teacher.
"Aging is not an option, not for anyone. It is how gracefully we handle the process and how lucky we are, as the process handles us."
~ Cindy Mcdonald
Favourite piece of oak, a bench at my parents house.
Not a macro shot, but as there are a lot of texture shots about today thought I'd post another!
Conversion of original colour image to age the picture - sepia like but achieved with gradient mapping rather than simple sepia toning. This allows addition of elements from other pictures while preserving the overall colour balance.
Rock Of Ages.
Behind every image or scene there is a story, sometimes we can perhaps interpret that story and other times we can only speculate.
This monument depicts a female reaching up to grasp the Cross which has the inscription Rock Of Ages.
We can only wonder the story behind this scene.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure;
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
Forbes, New South Wales, Australia.
Coming of Age
It’s a roll of the dice heading out with a partly cloudy weather forecast, because I always prefer clouds to a cloudless sky, but then you never know if it’s going to be too “partly”. Today is mostly too partly, but from time to time a sweeping wave of light rolls over the ridges. You can watch its progress as skylights open and then close to pinch off the momentary brilliance. The flanks of mountains on the east side of the lake brighten in unison with my own, the shine catching surfaces all around me for a precious few before moving on. I wonder if the canopy has an instant photosynthesis, if the glow is reaction on a subatomic level rather than just the reflection of a trillion leaves. In the life cycle of autumn, what I’m looking at would be the coming of age stage, adolescent colors with a short time window before the rusty dormancy of winter. Colors suggest the seasons to us, and then we anthropomorphize the seasons to define where we are in life. I tell myself I’m not going to play that game...there are deeper aches than the aches of age. Those of plans unfulfilled, sunsets missed, certainly the ache of loves lost. Mind dumps, better left where they were cached...or is it that I can better confront them after all this time? For now I’ll stop my clock for a while and watch the light ebb and flow.
Geologically Galdhøpiggen, as most of Southern Norway's mountain ranges, belongs to the Caledonian folding. The peak is made of gabbro, a hard but rather coarse-grained rock which is found in most of the Jotunheimen range. During the ice ages it was heavily glaciated and got its present form. The theory that the highest summits in Norway stayed above the ice as nunataks has been abandoned by most geologists. It fits well with the present flora in the area, but it does not fit well with the present knowledge of ice thickness and the results of glaciation.
For many years, geologists did not know that Galdhøpiggen was the highest summit in Norway. The honor was granted to the much more visible Snøhetta in the Dovrefjell range. Hence no attempts were made to climb the peak, while Snøhetta was visited for the first time in 1798 as part of a scientific trip to the area. In 1844 the geologist and mountaineer, Baltazar Mathias Keilhau, made two unsuccessful attempts to reach the summit. On one of these he reached the summit which later was named Keilhaus topp 2,355 m above sea level very close to Galdhøpiggen, but the terrible weather forced them to return.[citation needed]
In 1850 three men from Lom reached the summit, the guide Steinar Sulheim, the local teacher Arnesen and the church warden Flotten
The Golden Age of Radio, 1920s through the 1950s. What excitement is must have been to gather the Family around the Fire Place and the Radio and listen to Old Time Radio Shows and the Greats that came out of Vaudeville that ended up being our 1950's TV Entertainers. Long Live Radio :)
Remembering Queen R.I.P. Freddie Mercury
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