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Next building past the Scaffolding is Downe House, bought by Mick Jagger after he married Jerry Hall back in the early 1990's
Arguments still continue over the ownership
Richmond Hill, Richmond, Greater London. UK.
White Rhinoceros (Ceratotherium simum) having a scrum right at sundown. There apparently was a mineral lik where they gathered after watering and muddying up. Some areas of that lik were just dust which these two obliging kicked up right before sundown. Backlighting and dust are two of my favorite situations to be in on. Image taken at Khama Rhino Sanctuary of Botwana.
The Terns are back at BC and it looks as though these two may be demonstrating a part of the mating ritual. However, I'd like to think the is their first disagreement... and the one on the right lost. He flew away.
Amazing to see them indulge with all type of activities throughout the day
These will soon begin their 35-40 miles per hour flying to cover 250+ miles a day of their annual migration.
Sandhill Crane Migration
By Platte River Nebraska USA
Mar 28, 2015
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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Taken at a 40s re-enactment staged at the Black Country Living Museum a few months ago. Great friendly people and smiles all round, no stress, no grief and no idiots that I saw :) A great day out for everyone, and great fish and chips as well :)
To prove the superiority of Christianity, they paired heathens and Christians. So opposite Julius Caesar's "veni, vidi, vici" they quoted Charles V "veni, vidi, deus vicit" ("I came, saw, and god won").
Obviously, whenever Christians used brute force to convince heathens, they had the better arguments. Ever since enlightenment, humanism and science have won the debates.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. A rare 'hipshot' from me here and for obvious reasons I threw my lens onto wide angle and captured this from the hip. A couple having a very public argument at the top of their voices on the streets of Glasgow. It went on for some time too but they stuck together as they headed on up the street. Best viewed full screen by pressing 'L' or clicking the image.
“I existed long before you knew me, I’ve always been someone.” Those words have haunted me since they floated through my brain at the age of 15, as an argument against those who thought they knew me enough to judge me. To this day I still know with an absolute sense, what those words meant to me. This piece is about those words, those syllables, about their meaning, about breaking them down to create something stronger, something beyond the scope of others. I burnt my words because it was time for a change; it was time to burn the shackles and rise again, to rise above, the judgments of other people. I’ve spent far too long thinking that I needed the validation of smaller insignificant people to truly exist, but that part of me is over. I burnt my words because they are a show of weakness; they are a cry for acceptance, and I see now that they are pointless. I am not the type of girl who will every be accepted, I’m too strong for that. I have risen from the ashes of myself; my words, and in time will find new syllables to describe the anthem of my heart and the creeds within my head."
There is argument like this from travel photography books. When you first come to a new place, you are bombarded by the new scenes, new colors and other things new. You take a picture of the first impression and it will not be a good composition since you are hit by the stimulus without careful thinking yet.
You need to scout around and get the real feelings about the place before you shoot pictures.
When I first arrived at Emerald Lake, I was impressed by the beautiful water and I quickly took the shot just right at the entrance. I have not yet scouted around the place. Later I found the kayaks which might be better foreground interests (see picture in comment).
As a result I have hesitation about this composition and scene.
This is one of my outakes in my Canadian Rockies vacation trip in 2011.
Your comments and suggestions are much appreciated.
Have a great “Ides of March”! (That is a good movie too)
The star Sirius is a beacon in the dark night. It looks like a mother of pearl that Poseidon himself was in charge of cultivating and polishing to light the way for the intrepid sailors who cross the expanse of its seas.
Sirius is the brightest star in the sky visible from Earth, reaching a magnitude of -1.09. Located in the constellation of Canis Major, Alpha Canis Majoris (one of its official names), it is 8.60 light years away from us and forms an amazing double system, where its companion is very difficult to observe, since it is a white dwarf of magnitude 8.44. In this modest image, Sirius is accompanied to the left by the beautiful open cluster Messier 41 (M 41), with a small red star at its center. Below to the left of Sirius, three red-toned stars stand out. These are the beautiful Nu 1, Nu 2 and Nu 3 Canis Majoris.
Around you, you can see a sea of stars and there is a lot to say about them. I'll just say that when I was a kid, I used to ask my mom how many stars there were. While we looked at the dark sky of country nights, with great grace and mischief he answered me "sin cuenta" which, in Spanish, means that it is not possible to count and is pronounced the same as "cincuenta", which in English is fifty. So I, with a lot of effort and taking care not to get lost and count the same star twice, began the task of counting the fifty stars in that immense sky. At my young age, I knew that if I could get past that number, I would be ready to refute my mother's argument. In the end, I was contemplating her beautiful face her, barely illuminated by that immense starry sky.
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I captured this photo with my old Nikon 75-150 lens, from the 1980s, at 100mm and my Nikon D5600 camera. 8.40 minute integration, Iso 1000. Processed with DeepSkyStacker, Siril and Gimp.
Rural area, Concordia, Entre Ríos, Argentina. 30-03-2023, 23:09 hs.
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Inner Turmoil
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You can check out the tutorial on how I made this here:
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It has been a rough week.
Had Thousands of Dollars of equipment stolen.
Spent more money than I wanted to on a trip that was supposed to be inexpensive and fun.
-It turned out to be the most expensive trip I have ever been on; and for nothing!
Managed to get in an argument with pretty much everyone who is close to me.
From that I chose a couple paths that I'm not even sure were the right ones to take. But I feel in my heart that one day they will understand why I did what I did.
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No matter what you do, you really can't please everyone; and sometimes that really hurts inside.
It may not look like it on the outside, but this is how I feel on the inside.
I keep my feelings pretty well guarded and don't show much to the world in terms of emotion.
One day I will most likely spill my guts in a memoir….then everyone will know the true me.
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Its a VERY simple Copy/Paste/Mask Tutorial.
Since a Lot of people wonder how I do stuff, I like to accompany certain Images with Tutorials so that they may try their hand in what I do.
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If, before going to Iceland, I had been asked what to think about the country, I would have said, in order :
1) spectacular
2) cold
3) expensive.
It only takes that picture to blow away two of those arguments.
Because that swim hole is naturally warm.
And because that swim hole is free to use.
El kathakali es un tipo de representación artística característica del estado de Kerala, en el sur de India. Combina una especie de danza lenta con teatro mudo en el que destaca una expresión facial muy exagerada. El argumento se basa en las historias tradicionales del hinduísmo.
Antes de comenzar la representación propiamente dicha, los actores, todos hombres, aunque representen papeles femeninos, se maquillan en el escenario, delante del público. Se trata de un maquillaje muy elaborado.
En la primera parte de la representación un narrador va explicando el significado de los principales gestos que usarían luego los actores en su representación.
Former quasi legal workshop.
The former guests left a message on the wall when they left.
They did not win the fight for keeping their hideaway workshop.
I suppose the dialogue was far from fruitful.
A bit like this argument perhaps:
"My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust?" C.S Lewis
Now that summer has arrived it's hard to find enough time for flickr. (Is that a form of heresy?) It was a great winter and spring. Hope your summer is fun. See you in the fall if not before. -Chris
Two Hippopotamus (Hippopotamus amphibius) having an argument in a Mikumi National Park pool Image taken in Tanzania.
These two got into an argument over fishing rights.
As you can see the darker one has a pretty good sized gash on its hip.
Something like that, would put a human in the hospital.
Bears just seem to shrug it off.
They are amazing animals.
Scanned from an archived slide.
I was shooting 50ASA Velvia.
Please view very large.
Ps - John Shaw told me just to meter off the spruce trees across the river and use the mid tones for my exposure.
That is what I did and it worked great.
John, gave me my first roll of Fuji Velvia.
Before that I was shooting Kodachrome 64ASA
and sometimes Kodachrome 25ASA.
Toralei: Andreaaa, can they pleaseee come out and play? They've been in that box for months now!
Me: No, Tora, Im sorry.
Toralei: But everyone else has friends!! Do you hate me?
Andrea: No. And HHB is in her box. So is scarah. I would LIKE to keep some of you in your boxes. We will not be speaking of this anymore.
Toralei: Oh come onnnnn! Deuce said you would. And he was your first MH. He must have some-
Andrea: No. No. Now go on. Im working.
---a few minutes later---
*rustle rustle*
Andrea: TORALEI STRIPE! I can hear you trying to open that box!
Toralei: Awh, monster...
Musée Cernuschi d'art asiatique
Cernuschi Museum of Asian Art
Paris
FR : Ce grand (4,4 mètres de haut) Bouddha japonais, en bronze, est le vestige d'un temple tokyoïte de l'époque Edo (dix-huitième siècle) détruit accidentellement par le feu…
Son grand Bouddha avait été abandonné dans les broussailles d’un jardin de Tokyo…
Statue monumentale sauvée de l’oubli par Henri Cernuschi, riche industriel, grand voyageur et amateur d’art asiatique, qui la rachète en 1871, la transporte en pièces détachées de Tokyo à Paris puis la réassemble et restaure, à l'intérieur de son hôtel particulier parisien, en bordure du Parc Monceau.
Lequel hôtel, incluant ses collections, a été légué à la ville de Paris et est devenu Musée Cernuschi d'Art Asiatique depuis 1898… Les collections d’origine ont été enrichies depuis les années 50 et le musée organise périodiquement d’intéressantes expositions temporaires.
Musée d’art asiatique moins prestigieux que le Musée Guimet mais digne d’intérêt pour tout fan de l’Asie dont je suis…
La position des mains (dharmacakra mudrā) de ce Bouddha Amitâbha (ou Amida, ou "de la lumière infinie") symbolise l'argumentation et la discussion sur la doctrine, deux facultés intellectuelles justement en rupture de stock en France depuis longtemps…
On devrait donc l’envoyer à l'Assemblée Nationale, pour raisonner et arbitrer nos excités de tous bords...
Un peu de sérénité “zen” nous ferait du bien par les temps qui courent !...
Nota technique : Le grain se manifeste un peu trop à 1600 ISO sur le vieux G15 mais, en ville et sans projet photo particulier, je me sépare du reflex pour “voyager” léger !
EN: This tall (4.4 meters high) bronze Japanese Buddha is the vestige of a Tokyoïte temple of the Edo period (eighteenth century) destroyed by fire then abandoned...
Bought in 1871 by Henri Cernuschi, transported in spare parts from Tokyo to Paris then reassembled inside his private Parisian mansion (today Cernuschi Museum)
Buddha Amitâbha (or Amida) whose hand position (dharmacakra mudrā) symbolizes argumentation and discussion
Daisy has remarked to me on a number occasions that probably the biggest adjustment she's had to make living as Daisy, is how much more involved it is getting ready to go out. In the winter it's even worse....and even after you've bundled up, you're still not all that warm, with the wind regularly taking unauthorized detours up your skirt. ⛄
Well, she'll get no argument about from me about that. But hey, this is what she signed up for, isn't it? My hubby of old never seemed to have much sympathy for me in the past when dirty old man winter's icy fingers were eagerly feeling me up. So it pleases me no end that at least now I won't be the only one in this house who has to put up with his unwanted advances. 😜
Puffin giving her man a hard time....think he’s contemplating breaking the whole ‘partner for life’ thing 😁
Last night I had an argument with a hedge that refused to get out of my line of sight... So I aimed my zoom right through the middle of it and shot away - the black patches across parts of the sky are the blurred twigs that refused to move :)
Taken handheld at 1600 iso and 280mm, the picture is straight from the camera apart from a crop.
Part of the england from north to south set.