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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.
unterwegs an der Oelsener Höhe im Osterzgebirge
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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.
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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Granite boulder fields of the Alabama Hills west of Lone Pine, California in the eastern Sierra Nevada. I used a lichen-covered granite boulder at dawn to lead your eye to the radiant peaks in the background (Lone Pine Peak is the dimpled mountain on the left and Mt. Whitney is the spired peaks almost dead center.
An ancient Limber Pine (Pinus flexilis) growing on the slopes of Sheep Mountain above South Park, Colorado. The girth of this tree suggests it is over a thousand years old- others at this site have been dated to over 2000 years old.
Stone Age.
Lleisiau brwydrau cryfhau oriau disgrifiadau dynwared tudalennau grubbing copna gnawings sophists alawon cwpanau doniol dibenion rhyfeloedd,
εξερεύνηση βάθους στερέωση υδάτων βελάκια στάσεις αναρρίχησης σε λόφους αποξηρατικούς νόμους έθιμα τρόπους θεραπευτικά μέτρα αλώνισμα άκρων αρχαίοι αλχημιστές δημόσιες διαλέξεις τρυπημένοι θνητοί,
tester diverses lettres requêtes féroces malheurs attaques hostiles de chagrin conditions ambitieuses d'un parti barbare rupture d'alliances,
înșelător meseria de încălcare a cumpătării mesaje propuse vorbărețe care informează porțile argumentele încarcă daune mari nemulțumiri,
ribaldorum fasciculum captum inimicis direptis ripis coquendo cibos umbrosos daemones inertes prandia urtica monstrosa labra bobus responsa,
弱々しい棘が仲間のカウンセルを振り回すスピーチ罰しっかりしたおいしい偉業とりとめのない顔不名誉な動き落ち込んだルール刺繡ポイント分割スキル.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Though not widely known, it was never a secret that after the Tinman had received a heart, the deeds of his murderous, tree-killing past began to weigh heavily on him.
It wasn't long, before he organized a traveling tent revival and spent the remainder of his years chasing inner demons, until finally succumbing to oxidation at the ripe old age of 219.
May he rest in pieces.
The landmark adobe walls of St. Aloysius Church rest nestled in a former mining camp, in operation from 1907 until 1956.
I had an opportunity to work very closely with a large number of people in DIFFERENT AGES. Some were YOUNG, but some were OLD. I love to remember the amazing experience that I had. However, I am sorry to hear some of them are DEAD now.
El Reial Monestir de Santa Maria de Poblet és un monestir de l'orde del Cister fundat l'any 1150. Està situat al peu de les muntanyes de Prades, a la comarca de la Conca de Barberà. Poblet constitueix un impressionant conjunt arquitectònic i es pot comptar entre els conjunts monàstics més importants d'Europa, essent de fet, el conjunt monàstic habitat més gran del continent europeu. Des de l'edat mitjana és un important referent simbòlic dels països de l'antiga Corona d'Aragó.
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El Real Monasterio de Santa María de Poblet es un monasterio de la orden del Cister fundado en 1150. Está situado al pie de las montañas de Prades, en la comarca de la Conca de Barberà. Poblet constituye un impresionante conjunto arquitectónico y se puede contar entre los conjuntos monásticos más importantes de Europa, siendo de hecho, el conjunto monástico habitado más grande del continente europeo. Desde la Edad Media es un importante referente simbólico de los países de la antigua Corona de Aragón.
A sunny Sunday afternoon in the Kurpark.
Bad Oeynhausen is a nice little town in East Westphalia, famous as a spa centre for more than a century. My favourite place in town is the Kurpark (spa gardens) with beautiful garden architecture and historical buildings of the early days of the spa era. This Saturday we enjoyed the perfect Autumn sun in the park.
Age and Beauty two antique glass door knobs let there beauty shine through, like a glass flower, shot in North Carolina.
Birding was a bust so I naturally turned to a dead weed. I wanted to hit this with f/2.8, but removing the TC at the beach and with no covers on hand was not going to happen. In the BG are rosa rugosa bushes and other pretty things in early fall plumage.
Allen's Pond Wildlife Sanctuary
Dartmouth, Massachusetts
Sitting alone in my cabin on a winter day, darkness settling in by 4:30 p.m. and the temperature at -20°F, I started looking through photos taken over the years. It’s good therapy for me. I get to relive all the trips my wife and I took together. I found this photo still sitting in the RAW folder, waiting to be processed, so I thought I’d share the story behind it.
There’s a place south of Delta Junction, Alaska that we loved to hike and camp at. On our first road trip together in 2010, as a new couple, we went there. It’s a two-hour drive from the cabin, and we would go between two and three times a month.
On this evening in late July, we decided to take a late stroll. This was before cancer, before Covid—when life was treating us well. Eddie was very fit for her age. She was 64 when this photo was taken, but she looked like she was in her 50s. She could out-hike me and pushed me to keep up. She was an Alaskan through and through.
We came across a cow moose in a pond, browsing on the vegetation just below the water’s surface. She would bend down, stay underwater for about 30 seconds, then come up dripping and chewing away. She kept one eye on us since we were fairly close, but she knew we weren’t a threat. She stayed in the pond eating while we watched her for as long as the mosquitoes allowed.
The evening was warm, calm, with only a few clouds in the sky. Just Eddie, me, and a cow moose—sharing an Alaskan evening together in the wilderness.
Oh, how I miss those days.
For you, my Eddie. My forever love.
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Atardecer junto a la campa del aterrizaje de Ager, tras un fantástico día de vuelo.