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I actually had photographed this hoist several years ago - I was working on a collection of the letters of the alphabet, which didn't get very far.. that is actually a task that is alot harder than you would think.. anyway. .
I thought immediately of this place when I saw the theme. I love this scene. It's very near our home, there once was an old farmhouse here as well but the house was actually moved back further into the property, leaving the barn. I've often wondered if the hoist was placed here intentionally......
1/52 "The letter A"
52 weeks of pix
actually its bubble bath, shot last summer when i got my first dSLR. used macro filters (which although give pretty bad image quality are great for practicing with techniques!)
Actually the Santa Special. Good to spend some time with this train, love the steaam and heavy metal!
Actually, abandoned road covered by wild chrysanthemum.Hidaka, Hokkaido.
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Actually those are geraniums, but I am stuck in photo doldrums.
We are having the best Summer weather wise in my memory and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I am packing a camera around much of the time and I am taking snap shots of people and scenery passing before me. Just not taking anything that to my eye is worthy of posting on Flickr.
Eventually the weather will change and I will get time to go over my shots and maybe take some new Autumn shots that inspire me.
Meanwhile I will enjoy looking at your shots!
In pursuit of Broquards in the fields of my village in open ground (they actually make my kilometers, crawled in the mud etc lol) test nikon D750 le 15 02 2015
Someone was flying a drone around to watch the burn.
We actually made it to the burn this year! We didn't sleep through it.
flying, watching.
bonfire, drone, sky.
people.
Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary, Artemas, Pennsylvania.
June 11, 2016.
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BACKSTORY: Well, that was a crazy burn! So much shit I never expected to do, at WickerMan Burn 2016!
- Damaged Carolyn's car on the way in so that it permanently squeaks, except it got better by the time we left
- Ate a tequila worm (so much more chewing than you would imagine!) when naked-goddess-bartender poured me one, randomly. (I had to check that it wasn't something from the woods)
- Watched fireworks so dangerously close that I needed first aid for a burned eyeball (could this be why the vision in that eye went bad this year?)
- Learned to weave. On a loom. And wove some. Took video of weaving.
- worried about this spleen issue I have that is starting to feel less like a pain, and more like an actual tumor that you can distinctly feel on one side (still hurting as of 2017, CT Scan found nothing)
- controlled huge flamethrowers with laserbeams & buttons
- fun stuff on top of a 20-ft wooden ziggurat art installation (Carolyn was too scared to go up!)
- Watched a firework fireball zoom past Carolyn's head (she didn't even flinch) and catch the ground on fire 1 foot from her feet
- Made out with both members of a couple (beards can be soft?)
- Bounced in a moon bounce
- Saw Carolyn fall off a bounce-house ramp, tumbling in mid air, as onlookers screamed (one massage later, she's fine)
- Played with propane bubbles (cover hand, stick in fire, watch self burn) with zero regard for my safety or even knowing what they were ("other people aren't dying when they do this, so i'll do this, whatever this is. no, i won't ask anybody any questions about it or learn anything safety-related")
- Treated 2nd degree cooking burn with actual aloe leaves someone bundled up, just in case. Only had to walk 20 feet from my camp! No relation to previous bullet point.
- Tried [REDACTED]
- Used logical deduction to guide a damsel in distress to her campsite that she could not find, even though I had never been there. (If you want to flatter me, make me feel like Aragorn. I also accept pints of cherry tomatoes & great conversation)
- Received tons of compliments about my hair & badass cartoon shirt (and about my brain) (but I get that a lot... it's the others I'm not so used to)
- Worried about Andrea in rehab. Did all kinds of crazy things to maintain connectivity to check up on her. A lotta good that did. RIP, Andrea.
- Learned to always great one specific person with "Hi, Clint!" (Her name is not Clint. This is how she prefers greetings.)
- Wore My Little Pony boxer-briefs around strangers
- Sent video from the middle of the woods with a phone that only works when plugged in (tricky)
- Met the creator of games I've played for 15 yrs, & found out that the vintage set of game pieces my aunt found me in a thrift store are so rare that he was re-telling people about our set... Even when we weren't even there. So honored! To tell the man who invented Fluxx that you had the original Fluxx back when that was the only Fluxx you could get was awesome, too.
- But to make a reference to a specific episode of 2 Stupid Dogs to the creator of Fluxx, and have him know it and repeat it back... Wow.
- Chastised by Channy for not knowing how to spell my own name on facebook, becuase she wanted pictoral proof of my story that did not believe -- that the deer shit that came out of the deer when my Bonneville was totalled (while driving back from Dirk's) had splattered onto my car in the shape of Pluto the Dog's face. I totally sent her that picture!
- Lost 1 of 2 cameras, resulting in our pictures being quite incomplete (gee, real Burnery of whoever found it to not bother giving it back. If I find someone else's camera, I guess this means I'll have to keep it to break even?)
- Learned I can consistently inhale an entire nitrous oxide cartridge in one lungful
- Randomly given 2 beers by someone, only to ask to see her face, and, after introductions, us all realizing we already know each other already and are FB friends already (wtf?! what are the odds?!)
Saw a truck covered in fire driving down the mountain like nothing was going on. Overheard: "Are you seeing that? Is that real?"
Phew? Did I get everything? I don't know! One night, I never saw my camp during the night time, at all.
Actually it's the Gulf of Mexico. This shot was taken on the south jetty of the Packery Channel, about 1000' past the waterline, on a night with some pretty rough water. I had to dry the equipment off a number of times, despite how calm it may look in the photo.
actually in the genus Pelargonium; same family (Geraniaceae) as the true geraniums (Geranium spp.), aka cranesbills
Actually, I think the girl in the middle was just a little bit sad, because she was the only one without a cellphone in her hand...
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For much of my life, I’ve had the bad habit of visiting a new city for a week of intense activity — and, on occasion, even living in a new city for as long as a year — without ever getting to know it. It’s easier than you might think, if you have a set routine: you get up in the morning, you take the same route to school or work, you come home at the end of the day, and that’s that. I think I may have also been slightly warped by the childhood experience of moving every year (17 schools before college), and concluding (perhaps subconsciously) that there was no point really getting to know anything about (or anyone in) the current town, since we’d be moving within a year …
Anyway, I resolved to try harder during a recent weeklong Thanksgiving trip to visit the west coast contingent of my family, which involved our driving from Portland to a rented house in Bend, Oregon — located roughly in the center of Oregon. I had never been in Bend before, and I probably never will be again … but even so, I wanted to get a sense of what the town was all about.
Bend turns out to be the largest town in central Oregon, but its estimated population in 2013 was only 81,236. If you include the surrounding area of “metropolitan Bend,” that number increases to 165,954 — but that still makes it only the fifth largest metropolitan area in Oregon, and probably about the same as an individual neighborhood in New York City.
Compared to NYC, Bend’s recorded history is also much shorter — though that ignores the fact that Native Americans lived in the area for some 12,000 years before fur trading parties arrived in 1824, and succeeding generations of pioneers, intent on pushing further west to the Pacific Coast, forded the Deschutes River at a shallow point known as the “Farewell Bend” — which ultimately gave the town its name (you can blame the U.S. Postal Service for shortening the original name to “Bend”).
Not much happened until 1901, when the Pilot Butte Development Company built a commercial sawmill in Bend; a city was incorporated there in 1904 by a general vote of the community’s 300 residents. From what I can tell, the town then continued to grow, thrive, and prosper for another 30 or 40 years … after which it seems to have stagnated. Walking along Bond Street and Wall Street — the two busiest downtown streets — I saw a number of plaques on the side of buildings indicating that they had all been built in the 1910s, 1920s, and 1930s …
As for today, tourism is probably the most significant economic activities — focused around skiing at Mount Bachelor, and recreational activities around the nearby Cascade Lakes. Bend is also home to the Deschutes Brewery, which is the 6th largest craft brewery in the nation. And the town has hosted on of the top indie film festivals in the nation (the BendFilm Festival) each year since 2004. For whatever it’s worth, much of the town’s growth in recent years is due to its attraction as a retirement destination (I guess there must be a rational explanation for the decision to retire here, perhaps including a low crime rate or a low cost-of-living — but I found the concept quite mind-boggling) …
But none of this explains the look and feel of the houses in the “historical district” a few blocks away from the center of town. This is where my family members and I spent Thanksgiving week, and I walked through several quiet, empty blocks during the few days that it wasn’t raining … and while the photos in this Flickr album will give you some idea of what the houses and people look like, I’m at a loss for words to characterize what’s going on around here.
For one thing, it seems that every house is different. They’re all on tiny lots — probably about 1/4 of an acre — but they’re all different sizes, painted different colors, with different designs and architectures. I’m used to towns where all of the houses in an entire neighborhood are identical, because they were all designed and constructed by the same real-estate developer. And my son pointed out that in Portland, just a few hours away by car, the houses in several neighborhoods may look different from the house next door — but they all fall into five or six basic styles. Not so in Bend: it seems that nobody talked to anyone else, and nobody looked at any other house in the neighborhood, before they came up with their own unique design.
And with one or two exceptions, none of the houses are “modern” in any sense of the word. Many of them remind me of the neighborhoods were I lived as a child in the early 1950s; and I have a strong suspicion that many of them are much older than that, perhaps having been built in the 1920s or 1930s. Like the rest of the town, it seems that everything thrived here until the beginning of the 1940s … and then stopped.
Which then raises another interesting question: who actually lives in these houses today, in late 2014? I really couldn’t tell, because the streets were generally empty. and the only thing I saw through a living room window was a football game on a large TV screen. But I noticed that the cars parked on the street were by no means as old as the houses; most of them appeared to be less than five years old, with many large, modern trucks and Jeeps. There were a few bicycles and other indications of childhood life, along with a significant number of brightly-painted lawn chairs, an occasional barbecue grills (including some big, gas-powered grills on the front porch!), and lots of American flags …
If I had had a little more time or energy, I could have gone into the Deschutes County Museum (housed in what had been a stand-alone school house built in 1914), or perhaps the Town Hall, to learn a little more … but I didn’t.
And so Bend will remain a mystery, as we pack up and drive back to Portland tomorrow morning. And while nobody here will care, or even notice, I will go on record with the following prediction: I won’t be retiring here.
We were driving back from touring the ground at Woodstock Gardens southeast of of Kilkenny, when my wife spotted a little break in the trees to our right. We back up and found this gem of a shot. If you look closely, you might even see an Irish gentlemen fishing in the Nore River. This - as much as any shot - was my favorite from the trip.
This little (actually, not so little!) ball of fluff was 45 days old when I photographed it on 20 July 2014. Lol, a face that perhaps only a mother could love? I have added a previously posted close-up photo of the owl's face in a comment box below. We don't have Barn Owls in the wild in Alberta, but this was seen at an exhibit.
That day, I plucked up courage to do a drive that I’d never done before. I had been that route once before that I can think of, when I carpooled with others. A good part of the drive was in familiar territory, but I’d never driven the last part of the journey myself. I had met my youngest daughter at 9:00 a.m. and we were both eager to see a display of birds of prey that had been brought up from the Coaldale Birds of Prey Centre.
This year, there were fewer birds, but it was great to see any at all. There was a Burrowing Owl, a Barn Owl, a Great Horned Owl, and a Golden Eagle. Another real treat that was an amusing one, was seeing this baby Barn Owl that was just 45 days old! This little ball of fluff was acting as a great ambassador, letting young kids get a close view and ask questions, and fall in love with it – and to hopefully, in the future, do everything they can as adults to protect our precious wildlife. The enjoyment of seeing these birds up close reminds one that the reason these birds are not free to live in the wild, is because of some kind of interaction with humans – such as permanent injuries from being hit by a vehicle, pesticide use, or even worse, being shot by a human! This is what happened to “Spirit”, the magnificent Golden Eagle, shot and blinded by someone.
This exhibit was our first destination in the park, though on the drive from Calgary, we had stopped at the small McDougall Church at Morley (photos posted the last two days). After seeing and photographing the birds of prey, we then drove to Middle Lake that’s in a different part of the park. We walked the very short distance to the edge of the lake, but didn't walk around it. From there, we drove to Many Springs Trail and did a very slow walk around the lake, stopping to look at different wildflowers and photograph a few butterflies. Certain wildflowers were already finished, including various Orchid species, but there were still plenty of other species to see and enjoy. Even the weather cooperated, though the forecast had been for isolated showers. Not too hot, nice clouds in the sky and lovely to have my daughter’s company for the day.
Thanks so much to the people down at the Coaldale Bird of Prey Centre (near Lethbridge, down towards the Canada/US border) for bringing your gorgeous birds of prey for us to see! I have been south to the Centre three times I think, and always long to go back again, but it's not somewhere I can drive to, so this was a much-appreciated treat!
Posting really late again today - early afternoon.
I actually processed this a little while back and wasn't sure if I would share it or not but I don't have anything else ready to go so here it is. The thing that really drew me to this otherwise simple shot of C3PO were the really cool colored reflections in the gold. Enjoy and thanks for looking!
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Actually saw this truck in real life, outside Davis, CA. The city currently uses split Toters WITHOUT tipper bars, but obviously used to use recycling crates.
(truckpaper.com)
An edition of Robert Indiana's famous LOVE sculpture being installed at the Pappajohn Sculpture Park in downtown Des Moines.
Actually it wasn't quite sunset when I took this, but the cadence sounded better. When the tide is out, the sands here are so vast, and the skies above them too, even this 14mm lens can hardly take it all in.
Canon EOS 5D mark III, Samyang 14mm ED AS IF UMC.
14mm, f/11?, 1/200, ISO 200.
Actually decided to unchain myself from the desk this afternoon and take a quick brake from the whorehouse..i mean office.
I love this little bridge..all the good Princeton rusty goodness
Tray cheezes for the camera, Wage tries to get into the shot, Ox snuggles his teddy bear.
Target is gonna be trouble with that camera, I can just feel it.
I actually lost track of how many corks are in this jar so it might be more or less than 364, but there's definitely a lot! I bought the jar thinking to use it for one of my photos, but then I started putting corks in it without counting them and I couldn't get them out! Oh well...I like the way it looks on the shelf.
In case you're wondering how much wine we actually drink, the corks are from more than just this year! I'd been saving them for at least a few years to make something with them, but I guess i'll have to break the jar if I want to get them all out again!
We got a new game about winemaking, but we ended up being so busy this weekend we didn't get to play it yet.
Actually a picture im semi happy with.
If i was to take pictures last night after youth, this is what it would have looked like. I was planning on useing my old bird cage before my mom decided to give it away, but after yesterday everything just fell together. Nothing huge happened or anything, im just caught up in my own thoughts. I feel emotionally caged, like i cant get truly close to anybody that isnt my family or a childhood friend. How do people do it? Just let people in even when they might not be moving as fast as you. Im scared, im scared to reach out passed the bars, passed the glass and really know someone.
I dont know anything at all
Diego: “Actually, maybe the only time it should make sense is at two in the morning.” *finishes off his toast in one huge bite*
Charley: “I heard what you said to him this afternoon, and it’s been hard for me to accept. I know you told me that you had feelings for me, but I didn’t realize how…*voice tapers off*
Diego: “Intense they were.”
Charley: *picks at the crust on her toast* “I guess I should’ve. You’re an intense guy. But what I don’t understand is how you can love me so much…and hate me, too. And I mean really hate me. Are…are you ever going to forgive me?”
Diego: *mood abruptly sours, eyes glitter with suppressed rage, tightly* “I don’t know how, Charley. I don’t know how I’m *voice dips low into a growl* ever supposed to forgive you for that night.”
Charley: *looks up to meet Diego’s gaze squarely* “I’m sorry, Diego. I’m so sorry. It never occurred to me that someone would…have to find me afterwards. I wasn’t thinking about anyone or anything but myself and escaping by the only means I thought was left to me.”
Diego: *fist clenches* “What if it’d been Molly? Do you know what it’d have done to her? You came onto the scene after she’d finally begun healing from the hell she went through. You don’t know what she was like when I first found her: skin and bones, dead-eyed, dried blood still in her ears from the explosion that blasted out her eardrums. It took years for her to revert back to her annoyingly cheeky self. And you would’ve destroyed it all just because you decided to take the coward’s way out!” *gets up abruptly, chair making an obscenely loud scraping sound, as he turns his back on Charley, and attempts to rein in his temper*
Charley: *voice soft, but steady* “And what if Diego found me? A boy who suffered unimaginable brutality from a father who should’ve loved him, and a mother whose weakness let it all happen. Seeing me like that, covered in blood and lifeless, brought it all back for you. The day you came home from school and found your mother dead on the floor by your own father’s hand. You loved her…but you hated her, too, for refusing to leave. For letting him hurt her over and over again. For letting him hurt you.”
Diego: *back still turned, scathingly* “If that’s your way of accusing me of having an Oedipus complex, then you can shove it up your ass. What? You took one psychology course in college and that qualifies you to analyze me. I don’t love you because you remind me of my effing mother. I don’t know why I love you. I just do. You’re not the only one who has problems putting their feelings into words.”
Charley (dryly): “Yeah, but whereas I just don’t say anything, you say all the wrong things.”
Diego: *breathes in deeply and exhales slowly, turns back around, and resumes his seat* “But most of the time you can take it. And the times you can’t, I know you’ll forgive me. There. That’s one of the reasons why I love you right there.”
Charley: “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me, or will it always be in the back of your mind, festering?”
Diego: “I know you were messed up, Bug. Logically, I get why you did it, but it’s not logic that makes me feel like I’m suffocating every time I think about it. It’s not logic that has me dreaming about it and waking up in a cold sweat. Can I forgive you for cursing me with a memory that haunts me every damn day of my life? That makes me feel helpless like I used to when I was a kid? *shakes head* I don’t know.”
Charley: *presses a hand to her chest, face deeply grieved* “Is there anything I can do to make amends? I may not deserve your forgiveness, but I’m asking for it all the same.”
Diego: “Promise me that you’ll never try to kill yourself again.”
Fashion Credits
***Any doll enhancements (i.e. freckles, piercings, eye color changes, haircuts) were done by me unless otherwise stated.***
Charley
Shorts: Mattel – Barbie Playline – Fashion Avenue
Tank: Jakks Pacific – Hannah Montana
Socks: Mattel – Barbie Playline – Generation Girl Barbie
Doll is a Morning Dew Giselle transplanted to a Poppy body, re-rooted by the inimitable valmaxi(!!!)
Diego
PJ Pants: Kelsie of Mutant Goldfish Designs
Wife-beater: IT – Dynamite Boys – Summer Daze Kyu
Doll is a Rock Steady Romain, eyes, brows, facial hair, and shading by me.
I actually like this one better, but I liked that his eyes were showing in the previous photo. :o)))
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We actually made it to the burn this year! We didn't sleep through it.
poi, spinning fire.
bonfire.
people.
Four Quarters Interfaith Sanctuary, Artemas, Pennsylvania.
June 11, 2016.
... Read my blog at ClintJCL at wordpress.com
BACKSTORY: Well, that was a crazy burn! So much shit I never expected to do, at WickerMan Burn 2016!
- Damaged Carolyn's car on the way in so that it permanently squeaks, except it got better by the time we left
- Ate a tequila worm (so much more chewing than you would imagine!) when naked-goddess-bartender poured me one, randomly. (I had to check that it wasn't something from the woods)
- Watched fireworks so dangerously close that I needed first aid for a burned eyeball (could this be why the vision in that eye went bad this year?)
- Learned to weave. On a loom. And wove some. Took video of weaving.
- worried about this spleen issue I have that is starting to feel less like a pain, and more like an actual tumor that you can distinctly feel on one side (still hurting as of 2017, CT Scan found nothing)
- controlled huge flamethrowers with laserbeams & buttons
- fun stuff on top of a 20-ft wooden ziggurat art installation (Carolyn was too scared to go up!)
- Watched a firework fireball zoom past Carolyn's head (she didn't even flinch) and catch the ground on fire 1 foot from her feet
- Made out with both members of a couple (beards can be soft?)
- Bounced in a moon bounce
- Saw Carolyn fall off a bounce-house ramp, tumbling in mid air, as onlookers screamed (one massage later, she's fine)
- Played with propane bubbles (cover hand, stick in fire, watch self burn) with zero regard for my safety or even knowing what they were ("other people aren't dying when they do this, so i'll do this, whatever this is. no, i won't ask anybody any questions about it or learn anything safety-related")
- Treated 2nd degree cooking burn with actual aloe leaves someone bundled up, just in case. Only had to walk 20 feet from my camp! No relation to previous bullet point.
- Tried [REDACTED]
- Used logical deduction to guide a damsel in distress to her campsite that she could not find, even though I had never been there. (If you want to flatter me, make me feel like Aragorn. I also accept pints of cherry tomatoes & great conversation)
- Received tons of compliments about my hair & badass cartoon shirt (and about my brain) (but I get that a lot... it's the others I'm not so used to)
- Worried about Andrea in rehab. Did all kinds of crazy things to maintain connectivity to check up on her. A lotta good that did. RIP, Andrea.
- Learned to always great one specific person with "Hi, Clint!" (Her name is not Clint. This is how she prefers greetings.)
- Wore My Little Pony boxer-briefs around strangers
- Sent video from the middle of the woods with a phone that only works when plugged in (tricky)
- Met the creator of games I've played for 15 yrs, & found out that the vintage set of game pieces my aunt found me in a thrift store are so rare that he was re-telling people about our set... Even when we weren't even there. So honored! To tell the man who invented Fluxx that you had the original Fluxx back when that was the only Fluxx you could get was awesome, too.
- But to make a reference to a specific episode of 2 Stupid Dogs to the creator of Fluxx, and have him know it and repeat it back... Wow.
- Chastised by Channy for not knowing how to spell my own name on facebook, becuase she wanted pictoral proof of my story that did not believe -- that the deer shit that came out of the deer when my Bonneville was totalled (while driving back from Dirk's) had splattered onto my car in the shape of Pluto the Dog's face. I totally sent her that picture!
- Lost 1 of 2 cameras, resulting in our pictures being quite incomplete (gee, real Burnery of whoever found it to not bother giving it back. If I find someone else's camera, I guess this means I'll have to keep it to break even?)
- Learned I can consistently inhale an entire nitrous oxide cartridge in one lungful
- Randomly given 2 beers by someone, only to ask to see her face, and, after introductions, us all realizing we already know each other already and are FB friends already (wtf?! what are the odds?!)
Saw a truck covered in fire driving down the mountain like nothing was going on. Overheard: "Are you seeing that? Is that real?"
Phew? Did I get everything? I don't know! One night, I never saw my camp during the night time, at all.
Actually-on-sale postcard from Hungary / Magyarország, featuring TRABANT 601 and on the picture "Avant la photo" taken by Bruno Bourel in 1994
Actually on on the 40 from Bedford about to work the 99 to Luton Airport with the blind half changed
actually not a totally random table scrap. It will have its place in my new microscale city. At least, I hope so.
Actually, no one can be sure, how many they have with hybrid!
How ever, stay alive as well as wonderful with anything!
Life is short, so do everything you can do,eat well and sleep well!
All best wish for everyone and enjoy shutter all the time!
其實，沒有人可以肯定的是，他們有多少混合是已經存在!
我在一處農場,發現許多混種鴉,當然是綠頭鴨種!
混得好漂亮,希望能生存的更安全和更加適應!
Actually I lied. There is this last one to make it 68 in all.
Prelude to the 34th Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade.
Mardi Gras, Hyde Park, Sydney, Australia (Saturday 3 Mar 2012 @ 3:55pm).
Actually, there were many more, but this is how I cropped it. These elk came over a rise, and toward us, looking agitated. We heard two separate groups of coyote howling about this time, but I'm sure they posed no threat to elk. Tule elk, Point Reyes National Seashore, California.
yeah i prefer my own hair this time hahaah...so much better than the silly wig..i actually purchased it last year,but it came a week after halloween >-<
Actually I was testing out the new lens that I got. I wanted an more standard focal length on my Busch Pressman D. The results turned out great. Lit from the right with an Alien Bee B1600. Shot at f16 @125 on Tmax 100 sheet film. Developed in Kodak HC-110 Dilution B. Setup link: www.flickr.com/photos/wild_ferret/13596233684/in/photostr...