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arch | ɑːtʃ |
noun
a curved symmetrical structure spanning an opening and typically supporting the weight of a bridge, roof, or wall above it.
• an arch forming a monument or ornamental feature: a triumphal arch.
Napoleonic era fort, built to protect Venice from attack by Austria, just fifteen minutes walk from Punta Sabbioni Di Venezia, Italia, now in a wonderful abandoned state of decay
Could anything be better than someone sending cookies to you? I was having a rough day when I opened my mailbox to find a box in the mail from my friend Brenda in Ohio! Several of us had exchanged names for birthday cookies and as I pulled each masterpiece out of the box, I started crying. I was so touched by the thought that someone had designed something special for me............now I know who people feel when I make cookies for them. They are just gorgeous and my picture does not do them justice, nor can you smell them - they smell heavenly, like birthday cake!!! Now that the photo is has been taken, I'll let my family dive in (except for the bouquet - I'm saving it forever!) I call dibs on the pink and green striped candle!
Brenda also surprised me with three other cookies that are so outrageously special that were inspired by something I collect. They were a little damaged in shipping, so I am attaching the photo she took! www.flickr.com/photos/brenscakes/6800623160/in/photostream
Be sure to leave her a comment! They're soooo incredible!!!
THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH BRENDA!!!
I've never felt more special!!!!!!!!!!
Been down the dump this morning ( or should that be the amenity centre ) and did not expect to come back with anything !! Well I did get a shot -sort of . There was a chap there with a bird of prey on his arm - a Harris Hawk it turned out to be . A quick word with the guy and they were there doing a bit of gull scaring - as they were working he did not want to stop and pose ,but as I got back to the car I grabbed the P&S in my bag and took a couple of quick snaps with a bit of zoom from a distance .
Harris's hawk (Parabuteo unicinctus), formerly known as the bay-winged hawk or dusky hawk, and known in Latin America as peuco, is a medium-large bird of prey that breeds from the southwestern United States south to Chile, central Argentina, and Brazil. Birds are sometimes reported at large in Western Europe, especially Britain, but it is a popular species in falconry and these records almost certainly all refer to escapes from captivity.
The name is derived from the Greek para, meaning beside, near or like, and the Latin buteo, referring to a kind of buzzard; uni meaning once; and cinctus meaning girdled, referring to the white band at the tip of the tail. John James Audubon gave this bird its English name in honor of his ornithological companion, financial supporter, and friend Edward Harris.
The Harris's hawk is notable for its behavior of hunting cooperatively in packs consisting of tolerant groups, while other raptors often hunt alone. Harris hawks' social nature has been attributed to their intelligence, which makes them easy to train and have made them a popular bird for use in falconry.
Glad I chose today to go down the dump !!
Last night I stopped at the pond and took Ernie and friends some cracked corn. All the usuals appeared. But no Ernie. At first I didn't think anything of it, sometimes he goes off to nap. The longer I sat there the more I worried. Ernie never leaves the pond. He may hide, but he never leaves.
The rival male and female were chasing off Ernie's male and female as well as others. I fear the worst. I walked around looking for him, hoping he decided to nap somewhere. I didn't see him. I called for him as well, no Ernie.
I went back out a short while ago. No sign of Ernie anywhere. I emailed the game warden to see if anyone reported an injured or dead duck and included a photo.
Next, I will post a few signs out there. I hope that he was rescued if injured. I fear the worst.
Think good thoughts for our Ernie. Last seen by me Wednesday, May 8th.
Notice anything unusual about this shot? Such as the fact that you can see right through the gondola to the rail head and ties below!? The bottom of the gondola ripped apart and away from the car somehow, dumping a significant portion of the cars coal in the process. Much of the coal still remains, teetering in the car. The car is in the house track at Rollins where it will wait until UP figures out what to do with it.
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So this is for Week 3 of 52 Weeks!
The song I chose was "Granade" by Bruno Mars! The lyrics;
"But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya,
I’d jump in front of a train for ya,
You know I'd do anything for ya"
Currently one of my most listened to tracks, so the choise was easy! I think the photo itself is pretty self explanatory!
Yes those are scrabble letters, love that game! And this is Scarva station, only about 10min from where I live and probobally only get about 6 trains a day, so was perfect :) Enjoy!
There is a tiny true story here, not so much an exciting tale, but one of explanation. I had been taking several "Raintings" of the neon lit-up restaurant, sometimes from right in their south parking lot, and sometimes from across the street at a grocery store parking lot. They were pretty cool, so I went back two or three evenings with the idea of showing one of the employees (maybe even a manager) some of the cool pictures I had taken (not to sell or anything like that). I was hoping for some exclamations of Wow! Also I wanted them to feel more comfortable with me being outside taking pictures, and never trying at all to get customers in them, nor to be a bother in any way. I met one nice lady, and she used to do some photography; so there was some rapport and understanding there. I went outside and fumbled around trying to find some pictures in my camera I had already done, and show some to her. Maybe I was nervous. Maybe I just have too many hundreds of pictures in my camera, but I could not find any of them. I had told her I would be back, but that did not happen that night.
I went back the next two or three nights, and either they were closed earlier than I thought, or they were still open but about 2/3rds of their lights were off. Of course I didn't want the lights off. I went in one time, and asked if they were aware their lights were broken. The lady said, sometimes they just turned some of them out early, and she offered to turn them back on for me. I thought that was nice, but I felt a little nervous about her doing it for me. I went outside, and fumbled around still hoping to find some previous pictures I could show her. No luck there. I drove across the street, and there was not one parking place that would work. You might be wondering why did I have to be in my truck? Well, the whole idea of a rainting is to shoot the picture through a wet windshield , or something like it. Thus, I wanted to be inside my parked truck and facing the restaurant. Of course it would not have been OK to block the entrances and exits for the people shopping at the Albertson's grocery store. I was disappointed and thought the lady might have thought I left the scene completely after she so nicely turned the lights back on for me. I'm not normally rude, but she wouldn't have known that. Finally, someone backed out of a spot that would work for me, and before I even pulled into it completely, my phone rang. There was no caller ID, and I thought it likely a Robo or spam type of call. I answered, but couldn't lip-read this man on the phone, so just guessed at what he was saying. I heard Um, Blah, hmm, and I'm calling from the tire department. I had recently bought 2 new tires, so I was wondering what about them? He said "fire department." So it wasn't a spammer, and I was interested in what he had to say. At this point, I'm situated to take great "rainting" pictures of the restaurant, but I can't take an important phone call and try to compose pictures at the same time. I devote my entire thought and energy to this call. He was a Battalion Chief and even though I had talked to the Operations Chief months ago, he wanted to talk personally and see what I had to say about last April of 2019 when my doctor told me to call 911 and take an ambulance to the Emergency Room, and the Medic refused me, after I was seated in the ambulance. He insinuated that I just wanted a free ride to the hospital. There were 3 male employees on board and they all chimed in about the cost, and the scarcity of ambulances because they only have 14 of them in Springfield, and hypothetical questions to me about what would they do if there were a big fire or car accident somewhere? It was more of criticism and political guilt than concern about what conditions I had that led my doctor to tell me to go to the emergency room. I was dumbfounded and in no condition to argue with 3 men. The Battalion Chief and I talked and talked a long time, a half an hour in fact.
By the way, Eugene and Springfield have formed one joint Fire & Medic Department; so Eugene would have taken up the slack if there had been much more important catastrophes going on than mine. If I weren't "sick" enough when I got on the ambulance, I was sick at heart when I got off. I wasn't in much condition to argue with three theoretical professionals.
As an aside, I want to say here I have had a number of trips to the ER, and every one but this one were terrific people, medics, nurses, drivers, whatever. I applaud all of them but this one.
I'm wrapped up in this phone call, and The Taco Time restaurant across the street has gone completely dark, and closed up for the night. Oh no, the lady at Taco Time is not going to know this was an important phone call, or that even that I'm sitting right across the street with my camera. She'll probably think I just drove off in spite of her nice offer.
I have gone back twice to Taco Time since that night, and the lady wasn't working either of those nights. I'll try again. Meanwhile, I have gotten some really interesting shots through the rain. I even got some shots of the north side, like the one above, for a change.
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ABOUT RAINTINGS
Rainting is a word I coined describing a painterly effect, achieved by photographing the subject through glass that is being rained on, like a windshield or other. It achieves an oftentimes pretty or soft flowing effect, and sometimes other-worldly. It is usually creative, fun, and fluid, seldom harsh in my opinion. I have an album of them on Flickr. Rainting is already in "The Urban Dictionary" but I would like it to also be in a more sophisticated/educational type of dictionary. I started a public Flickr group of Raintings on New Year's Day 2020.
The more collegiate type of dictionaries say that the word has to actually be used by people before they're likely to publish it. So if you like the word and my idea, say it loud and say it clear and take a few Raintings and post them to my new group. There are no comments required, although most people like to receive them. Using my word and trying my new group are not inclusive of one another.
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"My thin white border is not so much a frame as a defense against Flickr's all dark background"
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Shot on Saint Marks and Avenue A (NY, NY)
I tend to feel worse for the old and unable but I know hard times affect everyone.
listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be :-) Shel Silverstein
HPPT!!
cercis, hybrid redbud, 'Big John', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Indiana Jones likes to listen to "Anything Goes" by Cole Porter and John Williams from the 1984 album Indiana Jones And The Temple Of Doom.
This image is straight out of the camera: no tweaking, no color processing, no cropping, no nothing.
Dedicated to Devin Powell.
Submitted to the Flickr group 7 Days of Shooting.
Part of my Playing A Little Vinyl series.
One of the most funny days in Second Life !!
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Ananda, Bruno, me, Pietra and Colete in Brazil´s northeast :)
I didn't do anything special on the wings, it just came out that way. They must be so translucent that the strong direct light made the red bleed through them. Butterfly World, Coconut Creek, Florida.
Why stick with single point perspective photography when shooting Hackday? Nods to David Hockney of course.
This is assembled from 60 photos resulting in a 150M pixel photo that is over 600MB in photoshop.
This photo was featured in Flickr's blog story about HackDay.
It's almost that time of year again when you an be anything or anyone you want to be. I'm trying to decide what costume I will be wearing this year!