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Following on from yesterdays image this was taken a while later, As you may have seen from my previous image there were no bales in that field the farmer had been round during the day and taken them away.
With the light fading due to that cloud bank coming in from the right I decided I would not have time to wander over to where there were still some bales. My dilemma was the lack of any foreground, there was only one way to get any effective images, get on your knees and improvise in the stubble.
My tripod will not go that low so this is hand held at f16 at 16mm with stabiliser on , gosh I love that lens.and thank goodness for the articulating screen too. No filters.
I moved around the field and took a few more similar images until my knees said no more .
The bales are still down the far end of the field and the farmer has left the gate unlocked for me, so before he takes away any more I may pop out this evening and see what I can come up with.
"Cherish your wishes and your dreams, as they are the children of your soul and the blueprints of your ultimate achievement."- Unknown.
I didn’t intend to photograph Luke. In fact, I hadn’t even noticed him. I was shooting my usual subjects when Luke ‘photobombed’ me. We struck up a conversation and he then offered to pose for me which I readily agreed to. He was quite articulate and genuinely interested in seeing the photos I took of him. We had quite a long chat and he told me about his life.
Luke, if you see this, cheers brother!
I use photos as a creative outlet for emotions that I don't quite know how to articulate. This is one of them. Today is Mom's birthday. The first without her. I feel like I am celebrating alone, which is the worst feeling ever. No one is really prepared for massive loss, and even though we knew her demise was coming, we just could not be prepared enough for the fallout. This is going to take some time for me. This will not be the last picture I do that expresses how I feel about it.
As promised, I made a marvel figure. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Similar to m Kitty Pryde I made a while back, This is a posed figure. He articulates the same as a regular Minifigure, but only really works in the pose in the photo.
The left leg was cut off at the heel and connected with wire to another leg and covered in ProCreate. The right one is a woody leg cut at the heel on an angle with a 1x1 glued on to get that angle on the heel.
The arms are done with the same technique, except his right hand is from a flashlight figure, to appear stretched larger.
The torso is done the same way, but using a sucker stick instead of wire.
The head is Legolas, with the mouth tweaked slightly and the left brow painted a bit higher. The hair is Sandman.
Overall I think this turned out great. What do you think?
Also, this is my entry to 100and500SCContest, since I haven't seen anything like this before.
Thanks!
-Jared
Good Parent - I woke up very early to make the trek for these Eared Grebes. The wet winter and extended cooler temperatures through June seemed to favor breeding for many species of shorebirds such as phalaropes, ducks, grebes, etc. Using the fully articulating screen of the camera, I was able to lay down at the water's edge and capture this low angle image. A nice feature to have for waterbirds, since I no longer have to lay down fully prone and put strain on my neck and back. Was an emotionally moving, dream experience to observe the grebe parents diligently feed and watch over their young. I wanted to start out with this clean portrait and follow up with a behavioral image.
Species: Eared Grebe (Podiceps nigricollis)
Location: Northern California, CA, USA
Equipment: Canon EOS R7 + RF 100-500mm IS
Settings: 1/500s, ISO: 2000, f/7.1 @500mm, Handheld, Electronic Shutter
The witness sees suffering for what it is, without denying it, twisting it into a story of endurance, or giving it a happy ending. The witness has a profound and rare human capacity to give reverent attention to sufferers and reflect their truth back to them. And in the encounter with those who suffer, the witness undergoes conversion from numbed or removed observer to passionate advocate.
In Lamentations the narrator sees and hears the magnitude of Zion's suffering. He does not deny it, reduce it to a nicer version of itself, or blanket it with theological platitudes. Instead, he reflects back to her the pain she can barely articulate. And somehow, his ability to admit her reality into his consciousness changes him; his encounter with her “turns his spirit” (cf. 1: 16b). He grasps the truth about her situation and affirms that her suffering overwhelms him as well.
-Lamentations and the Tears of the World, Kathleen M. O’Connor
Seen on Galatea Creek Hike, Alberta, Canada
G major is the key that expresses a kind of calm and gentle emotion of the heart. I can hardly nail down to any words to articulate how this tiny waterfall made me feel at the time. I only know it made my heart sing.
As I read and reread his letters, I also noticed how Teilhard, who was so sensitive to the beauty of the cosmos, was also at one with the evolutionary process and with the struggle inherent in its very dynamics. The theory of Evolution had a profound influence on his thought and spirituality and seems to have given him the strength not only to confront the struggle but also to see the struggle as necessary for his growth. In fact, all paths to union require struggle against the forces that either divide us or resist a forward movement. Like the patriarchs and prophets of old, Teilhard had clearly accepted a prophetic role that would require much suffering: to articulate an image of the Cosmic Christ that is ravishing enough for the modern World, to make clear Christ's connection to the evolutionary cosmos, and to find words and images that could update and reinvigorate the Church's message.
-Teilhard's Struggle, Embracing the Work of Evolution, Kathleen Duffy, SSJ
These last two posts have subtle differences based on evolving design principle I cant articulate and probably don't understand, but if I could explain, I would not be motivated to do the art in the first place and this would not exist.
#MacroMondays
#PinBadge
Milou felt strange. She felt weirdly tiny, and as if she were hovering at a great height, being attached to... wait a minute! Was that Tintin's trench coat? How did she get there? And why? Was this a dream? She tried to move, to get off her beloved master's coat. But whatever it was that kept her in place didn't budge. Oh no! This was a proper nightmare! Was Tintin mad at her for dropping the message and taking the bone? Everything was good in the end; there was a happy ending, and it wasn't her fault! "Please, Tintin, let me down, I'm a good dog!" she yelped. From a distance, she heard a familiar voice, repeating her name. "Milou! Milou? Wake up, sleepy head. Professor Calculus called; he needs our help. Go and find Captain Haddock, we're off to a new adventure!" With a jolt of relief, she was on her four legs, shaking off the last remnants of that horrible dream, and she happily ran to her master, madly wagging her tail. Then she raced through Marlinspike Hall as if there was no tomorrow, barking: "Haddock, Haddock! A new adventure was waiting. Life was good.
I've always been a huge fan of the Tintin books (next to Asterix), especially Hergé's later work (and except for the first two books), but I'd always assumed that Snowy (in German: Struppi) was a male fox terrier. But when I learned that "his" original name was Milou, named after Hergé's first love, I wasn't so sure anymore. Milou sure is a boy, both as Snowy/Struppi, but as Milou? Dear French-speaking Flickr friends, please help me out with this, merci beaucoup :)
I have a few Tintin-related fangirl things, such as two Tintin figures and the moon rocket as key fobs, Snowy in the red racing car and Tintin as photographer as metal keyrings (actually on my keys for ages), Tintin and Snowy as fairly large, poseable dolls (only Tintin has articulating parts), and two pin badges, one of Tintin riding a motorbike, and the other one of Snowy with the bone. The badge on its own looked nice, but I wanted to add a story element, so I placed the key fob of standing Tintin with his coat on and hands in pockets, behind the Snowy badge. The first idea was to include Tintin's reflection, but the reflection was too long (or the tiny badge too small – or both), and it made the background too busy, so I "limited" the reflection to Snowy's.
It's a single shot, illuminated only from the left and right. Size info: The Snowy pin badge is 1,8 cm/0,7 inches long.
HMM, Everyone!
Not bent in *that* way, but articulated bent. I didn't know bees could bend and look cut in half. An articulate(d) bee.
Yes, more bees, I'm afraid. I'm fascinated. We bought many plants after this to plant in our back forty.
Nikon D810, Nikkor 70-200mm (200mm)
1/4000 sec; f/2.8; ISO 640
manual exposure, monopod
Thanks for looking at my new-to-me bees!
I found a very good location yesterday. A riverside full of stones and small mountain in the otherside of the river. Nature colors looks so nice on this time of year. I had my camera borrowed to my parents and I borrowed my friends Nikon D5100. I had to say, that D5100's articulating screen feature is awesome, so handy.
De Baudelaire:
Celui qui regarde du dehors à travers une fenêtre ouverte, ne voit jamais autant de choses que celui qui regarde une fenêtre fermée. [...]
("Les fenêtres, In Les Petits Poèmes en Prose)
Please watch the film Las Ventanas, with the spanish version of this text, by Potosi Productions. I thank ferminet for having shown me this link some days ago. It's stunningly poetic, even if you can't understand spanish.
Created for "shape or spot the letter S" challenge in Smile on Saturday! 😊
The S shape is made up of two small 3D printed Ice Dragons in a shiny silk green/gold gradient filament. (Their heads are at each end of the “S”.) I wanted the pic to have a fantasy festive night sky background, so I did some stuff to a glittery background using brushes in Photoshop. You can see it better if you zoom in. Hope you like it!
A little BTS: I 1st got into 3D printing because I wanted to make dragons. I had bought one and was totally mesmerized by it. From the head down to its tail, it articulates. I’ve since made a bunch of them in all different colors and sizes. They’re such fun and they’re all over the house! lol..
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"Direct your eye
right inward,
and you'll find
a thousand regions
in your mind
yet undiscovered.
Travel them,
and be
expert in
(HENRY DAVID THOREAU, 1854)
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Poblat ibèric de Sant Antoni (Calaceit) La Franja, Països Catalans
Construcció segle V-IV aC
Estil arquitectònic Ibera
Entitat territorial administrativa Calaceit (Matarranya)
El poblat iber de Sant Antoni és un jaciment arqueològic pertanyent a la tribu dels ilercavons situat al cim sud de l'allargat turó de Sant Cristòfol, a un quilòmetre de la localitat de Calaceit, a la comarca del Matarranya (Franja de Ponent, província de Terol).
Va ser excavat per l'arqueòleg calaceità Joan Cabré i per Pere Bosch i Gimpera (de l'Institut d'Estudis Catalans) entre els anys 1903 i 1919, i bona part dels materials que es van recuperar es localitzen en l'actualitat en el Museu d'Arqueologia de Catalunya, a Barcelona.
El poblat es troba excavat íntegrament, i poden apreciar-se dues fases d'ocupació: una primera, que abasta els segles V i IV aC, mostra una ocupació principalment sobre la part més elevada del turó; i una segona fase esdevé al segle iii aC, durant la qual es va ampliar el nucli principal vessants avall, aprofitant aterrossaments per construir nous habitatges, i envoltant el conjunt amb una muralla i diverses torrasses. Aquesta etapa d'esplendor arribaria a la fi possiblement amb la conquesta romana.
L'urbanisme del poblat es caracteritza per un eix central que articula el conjunt d'habitatges, de planta rectangular i de fins a dues altures, disposades en aterrossaments al llarg del vessant occidental, comunicats mitjançant carrers empedrats. Al nord del recinte emmurallat es localitza l'entrada principal, al costat d'una bassa que recollia l'aigua de pluja.
Font: Vikipèdia
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Iberian town of Sant Antoni (Calaceit) La Franja, Catalan Countries
Construction V-IV century BC
Characteristics
Iberian architectural style
Administrative territorial entity Calaceit (Matarranya)
The Iberian town of Sant Antoni is an archaeological site belonging to the tribe of the Ilercavons located on the southern summit of the long hill of Sant Cristòfol, one kilometer from the town of Calaceit, in the region of Matarranya (Franja de Ponent, province of Teruel).
It was excavated by the Calaceite archaeologist Juan Cabré and Pere Bosch i Gimpera (of the Institute of Catalan Studies) between 1903 and 1919, and much of the material that was recovered is currently located in the Museum of Archeology of Catalonia, in Barcelona.
The village has been fully excavated, and two phases of occupation can be seen: a first, which spans the 5th and 4th centuries BC, shows an occupation mainly on the highest part of the hill; and a second phase takes place in the 3rd century BC, during which the main core was expanded down the slopes, taking advantage of landslides to build new homes, and surrounding the complex with a wall and several towers. This stage of splendor would possibly come to an end with the Roman conquest.
The urban planning of the town is characterized by a central axis that articulates the set of houses, rectangular in plan and up to two heights, arranged in terraces along the western slope, communicated by cobbled streets. The main entrance is located to the north of the walled enclosure, next to a pond that collected rainwater.
Source: Wikipedia
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since feeling is first
e.e. cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
One more attempt to structure a scene to articulate the space between the elements as the main concern.
And again a picture of 'non-thing'.
Bell & Howell plastic camera
28mm plastic meniscus lens.
Victor HUGO (1802-1885)
Ce siècle est grand et fort. Un noble instinct le mène
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Ce siècle est grand et fort. Un noble instinct le mène.
Partout on voit marcher l'Idée en mission ;
Et le bruit du travail, plein de parole humaine,
Se mêle au bruit divin de la création.
Partout, dans les cités et dans les solitudes,
L'homme est fidèle au lait dont nous le nourrissions ;
Et dans l'informe bloc des sombres multitudes
La pensée en rêvant sculpte des nations.
L'échafaud vieilli croule, et la Grève se lave.
L'émeute se rendort. De meilleurs jours sont prêts.
Le peuple a sa colère et le volcan sa lave
Qui dévaste d'abord et qui féconde après.
Des poètes puissants, têtes par Dieu touchées,
Nous jettent les rayons de leurs fronts inspirés.
L'art a de frais vallons où les âmes penchées
Boivent la poésie à des ruisseaux sacrés.
Pierre à pierre, en songeant aux vieilles moeurs éteintes,
Sous la société qui chancelle à tous vents,
Le penseur reconstruit ces deux colonnes saintes,
Le respect des vieillards et l'amour des enfants.
Le devoir, fils du droit, sous nos toits domestiques
Habite comme un hôte auguste et sérieux.
Les mendiants groupés dans l'ombre des portiques
Ont moins de haine au coeur et moins de flamme aux yeux.
L'austère vérité n'a plus de portes closes.
Tout verbe est déchiffré. Notre esprit éperdu,
Chaque jour, en lisant dans le livre des choses,
Découvre à l'univers un sens inattendu.
Ô poètes ! le fer et la vapeur ardente
Effacent de la terre, à l'heure où vous rêvez,
L'antique pesanteur, à tout objet pendante,
Qui sous les lourds essieux broyait les durs pavés.
L'homme se fait servir par l'aveugle matière.
Il pense, il cherche, il crée ! A son souffle vivant
Les germes dispersés dans la nature entière
Tremblent comme frissonne une forêt au vent !
Oui, tout va, tout s'accroît. Les heures fugitives
Laissent toutes leur trace. Un grand siècle a surgi.
Et, contemplant de loin de lumineuses rives,
L'homme voit son destin comme un fleuve élargi.
Mais parmi ces progrès dont notre âge se vante,
Dans tout ce grand éclat d'un siècle éblouissant,
Une chose, ô Jésus, en secret m'épouvante,
C'est l'écho de ta voix qui va s'affaiblissant.
Drawing: Charcoal, Graphite on Paper.
I just kept on building layers on this piece hoping to articulate this feeling of great sorrow by keep on applying & erasing charcoal until it scratches the paper at certain points...as this grief that I'm feeling comes and goes, but depression is unremitting...
Fixative is applied every now and then to allow the charcoal to stick on scratches allowing this piece to have a sense of texture.
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
it's not warm when she's away
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and she's always gone too long
anytime she goes away...
It's not about going around trying to stir up trouble. As long as you're honest and you articulate what you believe to be true, somebody somewhere will become your enemy whether you like it or not.
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Hair:
#Foxy Ellie-
Outfit:
Seniha. Nadja Set-
Poses:
FOXCITY Infatuation
A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man. They are sluggish, yet more wayward, and never without a melancholy tinge. Sights and impressions which others brush aside with a glance, a light comment, a smile, occupy him more than their due; they sink silently in, they take on meaning, they become experience, emotion, adventure. Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd.
Thomas Mann; Death in Venice
time flies
we're led to believe
but it's us that fly
time sits on its hands
as we rush by
Roger McGough, the state of poetry
" I stand on a land where all these cultures and religions clash and meet daily and now do you still want to tell me that I’m really different to you. I’m here in front of you all articulating through the silence. Where’s your devotion? Where’s your dedication, to fracturing this never-ending chain of unfair equality? "
Hope all enjoy the work
Amsy ♡
it gave me the confidence to speak and was incredibly liberating... :-)
Anna Fox
HSS! Integrity Matters! Resist the Corrupt Grifter in Chief and his Cabinet of Stooges and Buffoons!
rose, 'Double Delight', little theater rose garden, raleigh, north carolina
the depth of the emotion
the adventure of viewing
the allowing of getting involved
the courage to articulate
no architect can imagine all visual references he creates ...
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Writers knows how deep and how strong is the felling of having a new book out. It's like the birth of a son, at least that is what I feel.
Tired of the prolonged silence of some editor, I've decided to try the way of self publishing. Forgive me if it won't corresponds to your expectations: I did my best as editor.
So, here's the link of my first book of poems in english, where you can buy it with a couple of clicks and not so much money (I did my best even to maintain its price low, and make it accessible).
I am planning to publish something more, but mine, generally speaking, is the pace of a snail. Stay tuned. And thanks to those who'll buy my fifth, foreign son.
Since Paul V. Heath's (1950-) publication in Calyx 56 (4) (1997), p.136, our Senecio is called a Curio. The scientific article is rather hard to find and the new taxonomical designation hasn't yet caught on, so I keep to the Hortus's Senecio.
Indeed, this succulent has gone by confusingly many names. The Supplement to 'Linnaeus' at the end of the eighteenth century uses the name Cacalia carnosa; later it's Kleinia and later again the more familiar Senecio. The 'articulatus' is for the articulate stems, sectioned much as a string of sausages or hot-dogs, worsies in Afrikaans. I suppose the Latin 'carnosa' by which it was known in the times of Carl Peter Thunberg (1743-1828) who collected it in South Africa - as the Supplement says - suggests those sausages.
Anyway, in the dry glass house of the Hortus this morning its flowers were appropriately being visited by a Blue Bottle Fly, a so-called Flesh Fly. It's seeking nectar, but will lay its eggs later in something meaty.
I caught this view on a drive around the lake yesterday. I actually stopped on the road and put my camera outside the driver's window and used the articulating screen to frame the shot. I was careful to make sure no cars were coming in either direction. I like how the leafless trees in front guard the autumn leaves on the tree behind.
When I need a cocoon
You are there for me
Timeless, endless
Whispering to me ancient wisdoms
Always my sanctuary
There's a message in this image I'm not able to clearly articulate, but it's a metaphor for the times women are now living in. Seemingly ignored, diminished, having one's space invaded by strangers who care little about you. Seen at an outdoor cafe, central Galway, Ireland
I'll tell you how the Sun rose -
A ribbon at a time (Emily Dickinson)
Explored May 16 #397 (highest). Thank you Flickr :)
#MacroMondays
#Fictitious
A snake? A dragon? Both, I'd say. In a fantasy world, where a year has 13 months, the Dragon Serpent is the 13th zodiac sign, and the element of fire reigns every 13th year.
This Schleich mini figurine came to my rescue when I couldn't make my original idea work. I had ventured out to a nearby toy shop replete with checkout negotiation dramas (boy, about 4: "Look, Dad, look, I absolutely still need this set, it has these special parts. I need it!" Dad, while paying for the baby doll for the boy's toddler sister who was wailing at the top of her voice because the evil lady at the register had "taken away" her new toy: "I. Won't. Buy. You. This. Today. You've. Had. Enough.") and returned home with two (too) large Schleich figures – a huge black T-Rex with an articulating mouth (and a very impressive set of teeth), and a "stone monster" troll figure with arms (and hands) bigger than Hulk's and an articulating mouth as well. With the latter, I had the idea of doing a "stone, paper, scissor" type of image, because paper beats stone ("How to shut up a Troll"). But (not surprisingly) it didn't work within the 3-inch limit even though the stone monster has a fairly small head (compared to its body) that probably contains a brain the size of a speck of dust.
So in the end I used what I already had in one of my many MM boxes. A few years or so ago, I bought a set of these "Schleich Minis", as usual with a possible MM use in mind. They are most likely part of Schleich's "Eldrador" fantasy world that is inhabited by all kinds of gruesome monsters and dragons. Just my type of thing ;)
For this small scene, I put the "dragon serpent" figurine (which is 4,5 cm/1,77 inches long) in front of a necklace that I have already used for two other MM themes ("Copper" from May 2019 and "Pouch" from September 2020, both images are in the first comment), so I knew it would yield some nice background bokeh. I wanted to create something reminiscent of traditional Chinese zodiac design. I made the pendant stand up with the help of a small piece of modeling clay. The first idea was to also drape the serpent in gold chains, but that looked too busy. So I used only the pendant and its chain which I laid out in three straight lines for a harmonious-looking background. The dragon serpent sits on a gold-coloured piece of cardboard that once was part of food packaging. Its uneven surface looks like soft ripples of water which I think looks nice in this setup and adds depth to the image. The final image is a focus stack made of 15 images which I've combined in Helicon Focus (method C, smoothing 5).
HMM, Everyone!
It seems as though words could never fully express your experiences and how you feel as though you’re wilted and withering beneath the enormous weight of being trapped under the horrific harm that was done to you. So you find meaning and healing through what you see and the pictures you thoughtfully capture. Thank you for following your intuition and allowing yourself to find a way to help articulate and give voice to what is inside you even though it can feel wrong, unimportant, frivolous, scary, unfamiliar and unnecessary. Through your courageous work in this area you have been able to find one helpful way to cope and experience some healing.
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One day while taking pictures of things in our garage that I found fascinating, I noticed this tiny branch with dried leaves that had broken off the bush next to the garage. It was trapped under the garage door and when I saw this I felt I could deeply relate to the story this scene seemed to tell me.
The SG Cyber Visor from [Stargazer Creations] are available at the February 2019 eBento Event. The Albert Shape for CATWA Bento Head from [ Ethereal ] . The Jacket, Pants and Shoes are from VRSION KONVERT. Styled with Articulate Hairs from .Shi :, Studded Gloves from ::GB::, Victor Bento Head from CATWA and Gianni Bento Body from Signature.