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1. A face
2. Your usual coffee cup
3. Double exposure
Photograph something that you have had in your mind for years and you just can't let go.
– Alejandro Cartagena
Back in 2008, when I was still a relative newbie on Flickr, I came across what remains one of my favourite groups in the Flicker-verse today, Utata.
In among the light hearted banter about velociraptors and cake, the Sunday Salons that introduced me to artists I'd not previously known, the daunting but energising Big Projects (both summer and winter) and the photography of a wealth of crazy, funny, talented people, there nestled a series of regular challenges called Iron Photographer (IP). Those who accept the challenge are given 3 random elements and around 2 weeks to interpret and combine these into photographic gold…or not as the case may be. About the only rule is the work has to be new.
I dipped my toe in with IP 82 and over the years have submitted on and off. It’s been a while since I’ve taken part but it’s one of those projects that I know I’ll return to again and again. So with Alejandro’s entreaty that we have fun, I give you Iron Photographer!
And to Greg, Jamelah and the rest of the wonderful crew of Utata (you know who you are), thank you. This one is dedicated to you xx
This is especially for my good friend Raffaele who enjoys a good laugh and a bit of good natured banter :-)
George wishes you all a Happy Burns Day.
There he is, outside M & D Butchers here in Sheringham, North Norfolk.
Always great meat, always a cheery welcome, and great fun and banter. You can't beat a local shop!
Farewell, auf wiedersehen ! A sad goodbye to another fantastic Arachtober. Loved all the posts, the banter and the fun ! Happy spider hunting for next year, folks and of course, Happy Halloween everyone !
( I managed to post 41 spiders and arachnids this year ! )
The wonderful rocky coastline offers infinite foreground possibilities, and the Black Cuillin make a formidable distant backdrop. Elgol is a great location for any trip to Skye, and looks equally good with a colourful sunset or a moody, cloudy evening such as this.
Visit www.earthfocusphototours.com for details of our trip to Skye and the Highlands in early October. It's a week packed with breathtaking scenery and wonderful banter amongst likeminded photographers.
Mismatching old wooden chairs, simple wood tables, stone flagged floors and a dogs' bowl... and a good cheery crowd chatting and bantering at the bar to anyone that'll listen is what a traditional pub is all about.
Sadly there are few left, closed for good, or given over to matching dining tables and chairs, everything shades of 'dove grey' and a staff of polite young waiters and waitresses in yet another 'gastro' pub where strangers mingling and belly laughs are not encouraged.
I love the bravery of whoever decided to paint the ceilings of the Chequers that dark, glossy plum colour and the walls dark green. They create such intimate spaces and wonderful reflected light and atmosphere in the evenings.
I always breathe a sigh of relief when I walk into the Chequers and find it hasn't changed.
A second shot of the Boulby line yesterday evening - quite a crowd there, all taking excellent images I was sure on listening to the banter, so I decided not to post my shot on the Sony A7R mkIV, as I am sure there will be several on flickr by now. Instead, I quite liked this snap with the drone, about 1000 feet back from the group. Nice bunch of young and old, ladders and poles - nice to meet you all!!
Many thanks to all my Flickr friends for your wonderful comments, banter and friendship during the year. It is so much appreciated by me! I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and New Year and I hope that 2024 will bring peace on earth. I won't be around much over the Christmas period as hoping to meet up with our family. Please don't feel you need to comment but if you do many thanks. Best wishes to you all Jo
Just an afterthought in case you were wondering what is in the background - it is the Tata Steelworks at Port Talbot - a nice contrast between nature and industry!!!
First time visiting this location and while the sunrise disappeared into misty rain it was well worth the trip regardless -
Cheers to Alex & Albert for the company and & banter.
A Timeline events photo shoot with the Ragged Victorians re-enactment group at Blists hill Victorian town living history museum 14.04.2024 winds from the West
The Blue Jay belongs to the Corvidae family of birds. Corvids which include Crows, Ravens, Magpies, and Jays not only exhibit a very high level of intelligence among all birds (judging by their problem solving abilities and spatial memory), but they also have extensive species specific vocabularies. The Blue Jay is one of the few birds I still hear make noises with which I am not familiar (today in fact). The Blue Jay is Cyanocitta Cristata by genus and species, which means Chattering Crested Blue Bird from the Greek.
Maritime networking in Liverpool brings people related to the maritime industry and students from all over the globe. It's a happy event.
As Hoof was away on ceremonial duty training some of his colleagues for next Saturdays Trooping The Colour, I took a trip to Godrevy where I was joined by some very pleasant company who in turn will be uploading their shots of a wonderful evening, and thereafter we exchanged a lot of banter sat peacefully on the rocks drinking in this marvellous spectacle.
Thank you so much for viewing my shots, your favs and comments are so appreciated.🐎😎
Tower Bridge, London
Last year a bunch of us arranged to meet up in London for a social outing with the odd stop off for pics. It was a great day out and much banter has passed in the intervening months about doing it all again, although we can't decide on where. So, taking the bull by the horns here is another call out to all you reservoir togs (see tags... you know who you are) about a second meet up, again in London. Several missed out on the first trip so why not London again!
We went on 8th April last year, just before the Easter weekend and so to gauge the interest this time around, here are some preliminary dates to get the ball rolling... 25th March, 7th, 14th April.
It would be great to grow our numbers and so if I've not tagged you in, it's because I don't know everyone personally, but it's an open invitation so just comment your interest to this posting and I'll add you to the tags list. Having just seen Gary Oldman's Oscar winning performance in Darkest Hour (nailing my colours to the mast here!) this could be our finest hour!
No pressure to commit if this isn't your bag or the dates don't suit, however, the spreadsheet is ready, it just needs you lot.
First time in ages with Pure, only slightly marred by him drinking Carling. Shame on you.
This day was brought to you by grandad piss, Carling, Stella, loads of banter and Merkies Magical Power Naps.
Sonnenuntergang am Banter See // Sunset at Banter See, Wilhelmshaven, Northern Germany © Stephan G. / Bildwerfer
"Stop complaining, Harry, pecking a telephone pole is a good workout."
-- overheard woodpecker banter....
1. Your foot or feet
2. Paved surface
3. Something red
Photograph something that you have had in your mind for years and you just can't let go.
– Alejandro Cartagena
Back in 2008, when I was still a relative newbie on Flickr, I came across what remains one of my favourite groups in the Flicker-verse today, Utata.
In among the light hearted banter about velociraptors and cake, the Sunday Salons that introduced me to artists I'd not previously known, the daunting but energising Big Projects (both summer and winter) and the photography of a wealth of crazy, funny, talented people, there nestled a series of regular challenges called Iron Photographer (IP). Those who accept the challenge are given 3 random elements and around 2 weeks to interpret and combine these into photographic gold…or not as the case may be. About the only rule is the work has to be new.
I dipped my toe in with IP 82 and over the years have submitted on and off. It’s been a while since I’ve taken part but it’s one of those projects that I know I’ll return to again and again. So with Alejandro’s entreaty that we have fun, I give you Iron Photographer!
And to Greg, Jamelah and the rest of the wonderful crew of Utata (you know who you are), thank you. This one is dedicated to you xx
me:.... and it's in those moments of complete and utter despair,... that i feel most alive.
her: you're fucked up.
me: i shall miss this banter....
her: i have to go pee.
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ps: this is Sotome, Nagasaki, Japan,... where Silence by Endo Shusaku is set. Scorsese's adaptation comes out next year.
The Old Lifeboat Station at Lizard Point, Cornwall.
Well after a couple of weeks of poor weather and poor health it was great to get out for an evening with the camera and enjoy some banter with my photography chums Lee and Dom. I'd been down to Polpeor Cove before but not with the camera and I knew there was a couple of good angles of the old lifeboat station worth looking at. It was built way back in 1914 and in service until 1961. During that time I imagine it must have been the scene of so many extraordinary acts of bravery in unimaginable conditions. The Cornish seas and those who live and work upon it deserve endless respect.
Hope you like the image though :)
Previously in Chapter 5 Madness
⚜️"Yes you do!" Tabitha Kinkade exclaimed as she walked around the large oak desk.
"You're mistaken Ms Tabitha." Lexington retorted.
With that he returned to one of Sir William Kinkade's journals and continued his reading.
⚜️The mammoth library offered a vast array of books and scrolls that might aid them in their quest to learn more about the mysterious insignia. Over the years Tabitha's parents, Sir William and Lady Samantha, had collected every known book about the beast they hunted. Werewolves, Vampires, and Demons all. The Belraak Castle Library boasted the most extensive collection of books on the occult, witchcraft, necromancy, demonology, and satanism. Even books on the paranormal and ghost resided on these shelves. Also every religion known to man was represented in the library's collection. But perhaps the most important documents here were the scrolls that contained the Kinkade's extensive research through the centuries.
"Whether you realize it or not you are doing it Lex dear. I promise."
"My Lady I would never jeopardize a hunt by allowing myself to engage in such an improper eccentricity as, humming. And before a fight no less!"
⚜️As their banter echoed, a refined old gentleman made his way into the expansive library. He was slender and wore a dark pressed suite. His name was Augustus Joubert and over the years, while in service to the Kinkade family, his youth had faded away. Quietly approaching the pair, he mumbled softly to himself and shook his head.
"Lexington I never said....Ahh, here he is. Augustus! Augustus, can you help me please? Lex and I are having a disagreement, but I believe you can clear this up. Now firstly..."
The old man shook his head and raised his hand as she spoke. "Please Ms. Tabitha! I know better than to get pulled into squabbles between you and Master Lexington."
Tabitha gasped, covering her chest with her hand. Augustus! I can't believe you'd leave me alone with my own defenses in this matter. After all, I am correct. And I'm quite sure you'd be in accordance with me on this little dispute."
Barely looking up from the journals, Lexington responded. "You don't have to trouble yourself, Augustus; she's just trying to pull you into her web."
Looking at them both, Augustus sighed and graciously bowed his head. For he was well aware of the Kinkade tenacity. "Well yes, I suppose I could try to help Ms. Tabitha? "
Tabitha clapped joyously, intent on her never wavering teasing of Lexington. "Very good! Well, it's not really a matter up for debate, Augusutus. It's really just a matter of what's factual and what's not. That said, does he or does he not begin to hum when he's feeling anxious about something?"
As Augustus fumbled with a sutable response Tabitha leaned over to whisper, but not so low that Lexington could not hear. "You see, the great werewolf hunter hums before our fights."
Lexington suddenly stood up, banging the book on the desk, shouting, "I do not!"
Tabitha gasped again, then snickered a bit as she patted poor Augustus on the shoulder. "Don't worry, he's a kitten. I assure you."
Augustus looked up at Tabitha as she grinned at him, then he looked over at Lexington and slowly began to pick his words.
"Well....Master Lexington, while I realize you've become a great hunter, I have known you since the first day you arrived at Belraak Castle with Sir William. And in that time, it's become well known that indeed, you may very well hum, just a bit, when you're anxious or anticipating something."
At this point, Lexington sat back down and held the book in front of his face, much like a little boy might who didn't want to listen any more.
Desiring to soften the blow, poor Augustus continued to speak slowly. "But it's not a sign of weakness Master Lexington. In fact, we've all come to think of it as a sort of trait of yours that's well, it's just your way, sir."
At this point, Augustus was sure he heard Lexington begin to hum. He covered his face in dismay and said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ms. Tabitha, but you asked and.. Oh Master Lex, can you forgive a tired old man?!"
Suddenly, Lex looked up from the book, smiling at Tabitha and began to laugh. Tabitha burst out as well, both running to Augustus.
Augustus jumped back startled, then realizing they were teasing him all along, began to chuckle as they both gave the old man a hug and apologized. Lexington spoke first, "Apologies Mister Joubert. However, this little raillery was all Ms. Tabitha's doing, I can assure you. "
Tabitha looked at Lexington in shock, smiling when she poked him in the arm which caused them all to laugh again.
Tabitha gave the old man another hug and gleamed. "Oh Augustus, you are precious! I apologize for pulling you into that, my dear friend. Forgive me please. "
Augustus smiled as he always did, then pinched her cheek tenderly, "No need, Ms. Tabitha. I'm quite accustomed to your lively teasing by now. "
⚜️These were the times Tabitha loved the most with her family. And they were all family at the castle. Each had their own duties, but Tabitha's parents had long ago taught her to be respectful of the staff at the castle. For many who resided at Belraack had been there since before Tabitha was born and, as such, had had a hand in raising her. Augustus had been like a grandfather to her, and she relied heavily on his sound judgement and advice as well as his knowledge.
As they all began to catch their breath and the lauging turned into loving smiles, the old butler turned, picking up the platter he'd brought down to the library.
"Will that be all, my lady, or shall I expect more deviousness from you two children?"
Picking up one of the tea cups, Tabitha took a sip, folding her hand around its warmth and giggled. "No no, I think we've played enough dear Augustus, but I hoped you'd join us. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to ask you to take a look at this drawing we've been studying over and tell me if anything comes to you. "
"Certainly, Ms. Tabitha, I'd be happy to help if I can."
Easing his way around the desk, Augustus peered down at the drawing Lexington had made the previous evening. He squinted a bit more as he leaned down to get a better look. "I seem to have left my reading glasses in the kitchen."
Lexington handed Augustus a large magnifying glass as he explained. "We realize it's a wheel of some sort, and of course, a traingle or pyramid in the middle. We just can't find a reference to anything that would help us track down its origins. "
Looking back up at them both, a worrisome expression came across Augustus' dark face. "Where did you get this?"
Tabitha became more concerned, noticing the old man's change in demeanor and shared more details about the previous evening's encounters. When she mentioned the brands on the werewolves' corpses, Augustus bit his lip in thought. Shaking his head as he rubbed the indented bridge of his nose, he once more hovered the magnifying glass over the insignia to take another look. Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight again and walked back around in front of the desk. Both Tabitha and Lexington watched him curiously as he began.
"The wheel has nine spokes, as you both have no doubt ascertained." They represent The Nine, the nine unknown men. The pyramid isn't as old, but it represents the Enlightened Ones. Your mother and father both fought not only lycans, but also vampires and demons associated with these societies. They're both very powerful and cunning in their own right. The distressing thing here is that I've never seen them together like this. This is a first. "
Tabitha and Lexington looked at each other, then pulled out various books and scrolls they hoped might help them gain more knowledge about each of these organizations.
Taking a seat, Augustus watched as both of them scurried about the library. "Your parents would have kept a record of their encounters with these cults, Ms. Tabitha. Have you looked in your father's chest? It's on the other side of the room with his armor and weapons. The display"
"Oh, that's it, of course! Why didn't I think of that?! Thank you, Augustus!"
Tabitha ran across the room and began to rummage through the old travel chest. She pulled three dusty journals from its innards, then walked briskly back across the long rug that ran down the length of the library exclaiming. "I have them!"
⚜️Augustus stayed a while longer to answer as many of their questions as he could, but as the night wore on it was obvious the old gentleman was very tired. Smiling at him, Tabitha leaned up, catching his weary gaze.
"Augusutus, you should get some sleep. We'll tidy up here. You've been more than helpful. Thank you."
She helped him up to his feet and before he walked away the old man smiled and turned to look back. "I was glad to be of service Ms. Tabitha. Do be careful my dear, and you as well, Master Lexington."
He turned away again and slowly walked out of the immense library. By the time he'd reached the double doors that led to the castle's main hall, the duo could faintly see his siloette. When the door closed, a loud thud echoed down the long room, and Lexington looked up at Tabitha. "You said nothing to him about the werewolf speaking to us, my lady."
Still peering toward the end of the great chamber where Augustus's form had faded into darkness, Tabitha nodded, considering the question. "I thought not to Lex. He seemed so troubled by what we'd discovered that I didn't want to worry him more. "
Lexington nodded in response and turned a page in the book he was holding.
⚜️They'd learned a great deal with Augustus' help. They'd discovered that The Nine were a secret society appointed by King Ashoka of the Maurya dynasty in India. They'd also learned that the other society or cult known as the Enlightened had begun in Germany in the latter part of the 18th century. What they didn't know was how either group was tied to the werewolves they'd destroyed the night before. And how was it that they were both represented in a single tattoo?
"What now, my lady? What's our next course of action? "
Walking away from the desk, she folded her arms under her breast and thought. When she turned, she stared at him, still in thought before answering. "Tomorrow you'll go to town and send a telegraph to Cardinal Antonio in Rome. The Catholic church has some influence in India. We'll ask if he has a safe contact in Calcutta."
"Do I say more, Ms. Tabitha? About the brands or about the male lycan who spoke to us? "
Tabitha sat down across from the desk, resting her chin against her hand. She pondered it for a moment before answering. "I thought about that. And no, not yet. I trust the Cardinal, but it's a long way from here to Rome. And besides, I don't trust the whole church, Lex. Do you?"
"No, Ms. I do not. "
Standing, Tabitha walked to the desk and reached down to sip her tea. "Oh no! It's cold. "
"I can warm it for you, Ms. Tabitha." Lexington offered
"No, dear Askil, I wouldn't ask you to do that."
Tabitha giggled a bit, knowing full well he would rather be called Lexington than by his Berber name. She continued, ignoring him as he sat back down, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Besides, it's very late and we have a lot of research to do, and a good deal of planning. This will be a long voyage."
"Yes, My Lady,"
Tabitha drifted off a moment, in thought again. Augustus had looked very old and worn this evening. Somehow she hadn't noticed it until now.
Dismissing the unpleasantness of the image, she smiled and turned briskly as she spoke, "I'll tell Augustus in the morning so he and Lottie can alert the staff. "Don't stay up too late, Askil...I mean Lexington!."
With that, she snickered and turned.
"One last dig before bedtime my lady?"
"One last dig Askil."
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Continued in Chapter 7 Ad Mortem
⭐Of course I would like to thank my friend Marcus Strong
Thank you so much Marcus! Hugs!. 💓
⭐I'd also like to thank my friend Mr. Croco aka Westley aka Mr. W. You're awesome babes! 💓
🌳Taken at Coven Of Crows
Also a special thank you to Sena who owns Coven of Crows and allows us to take photos on her sim without asking us for a thing. She's very special and so is her sim.
Also you can check out some of the awesome captures others have done at Coven of Crows in the groups Flickr, Coven of Crows SL🐈
I have to thank a well known tog who suggested this shot, said person is the one who is very health and safety compliant (stop laughing Hoof).
The tog in question had actually carried out a reconnaissance mission at this location into what extent it may be possible to inflict surfing injuries to the human body.
Going back to the name of this shot, it was conceived after the tog had peeled himself off the road at Trebarwith Strand where he had fallen down laughing after seeing the outrageous colour and personalised number plate of a car and the name for it in on its parking space.
Following this visit our dear friend then tried a bit of butt surfing down some cliffs in West Cornwall.
So after our meet up and suggestion at Godrevey I sprang into action like a spring who studied springing at Oxford University and the following night I came away with this suggested shot.
Thank you all so much for viewing my photos.
I so appreciate your favs comments and banter, ding ding seconds out
😎🐎😂
Flickr friends Richard Pilon and Eric Delorme having some friendly photo banter in ticktown.
Cardinal, Ontario
They had been bickering ever since Crinan. Or was it banter? But Mike the Bike wasn’t happy. He had been resting up against the railings alongside the canal when he was literally lifted and put on the old converted fishing boat. Now he missed his owner a nice young thing with a fragrant pert bottom who used to bounce up and down on his leather saddle along the towpath.
It might have been summer but still when Semolina had hit the waves of the southern Minch sea spray had splashed over him where he lay tied down on the open wooden deck. Although he couldn’t move, he knew rust was forming on his handlebars and pedal cranks.
By the time they passed the Corran narrows and were heading up past Fort William to wards the southern end of the Caledonian Canal at Neptune’s Staircase he was getting both angry and argumentative, frustrated by his abduction (as he saw it).
Semolina was old and just chuntered on, her decrepit old diesel pounding away below decks, black acrid fumes bellowing out behind her. The owner didn’t seem to care either, unbothered that she might collapse at any moment and cast them adrift. The wheelhouse was rotten, the most up to date aid, an old Decca Navigator, that blinked with senile confusion. But some how they got to the top of Loch Linnhe.
It was there that Mike the Bike made a bid for freedom, jumping ashore whilst the owner had a boozy slumber in the damp and fetid rubbish strewn cabin below. Since his young blonde crewmate had jumped ship to a flashy tallship, and the cat had gone missing he seemed to have lost his soul completely and let things slip. And he had condemned Semolina to ruin. The hull was leaking, split timbers, full and stinking bilges, flaking paintwork, rotten ropes, perished seals. She was already a (just) floating wreck
None of that had been lost on Mike the Bike whilst he was tied down, and he was thankful to get off before she sank. Ashore he was so relieved to turn a wheel and feel the fresh air in his face as he raced along the towpath, totally blind to the strolling people who stood aside as a riderless bicycle went by.
The bet was on! He had bet Semolina £ 5 . he could get to Loch Ness before her! On their marks, and they were off, Mike the Bike hearing a change of note in Semolina’s engine as she hitched up a few more revs per minute. He got going up the ‘staircase’, lock by lock and then onto the flat. Mikie was already well ahead as he opened up on the Great Glen Way. By Moy Bridge he knew his bet was already won, and having expended himself thought he might take a rest.
It was an unwise thing to do. While he slumbered a wild camper spotted him there and leapt aboard taking him further along the canal to the vehicle recovery yard at Gairlochy where it seemed his round the world five times VW camper was having some critical attention for a broken five cylinder engine. When abandoned in the yard he had been wheeled in behind some derelict cars and jammed in and wedged by some wing mirrors….in a bed of nettles. A fierce guard dog in the compound meant he did not dare move until late in the day when it seemed the animal was taken elsewhere for some exercise.
It was almost dark when Mike the bike managed to free himself and get back on the Great Glen Way as it gently climbed through the pine forest above Loch Lochy. As it grew darker he found it spooky amongst the tall dark trees, and he couldn’t wait to get closer to the houses he knew were past Kilfinnan at Laggan. But he was driven, determined to beat old Semolina. As he rode he wondered how the old girl was getting on. She must be at least 50 years old, although from certain angles she looked younger. He had to admit he had some affection for her although he reckoned today would be tough for her, and he wished her luck, negotiating the difficult meeting with Laggan Locks, Loch Oich and a long stretch of canal before Kytra, and then more canal to putter along before the series of locks at Fort Augustus, and then finally into Loch Ness. Meantime he had no hurdles to cross, bar just plodding up the brilliant pathway towards Inbhir-Nis (or Inverness as I’ve always known it).
He dashed through Fort Augustus, horrified by the appearance of the prison camp like Loch Ness Highland Resort, and what other developers had done to the abbey but that’s supposedly what humans call progress. Nah, for him peace was finding a little quiet corner in the sunshine by the side of the loch, free of summertime midges.
And presently he found such a spot, in a layby at a place so small it was imaginatively called “Inch” just north of Fort Augustus. There were some dodgy looking wild campers in their vans in the layby, but he was so exhausted by his ride he thought he would risk a rest.
He was in a deep dream, when he was woken by the sound of an old engine. And not a VW/Audi 2.5 R5 TDI either. Looking up he saw a large shape looming to wards him. With joy he saw it was old Semolina coming round the point into Cherry Bay. But what of the owner? He was sawing at the wheel, this way and that, but Semolina wasn’t reacting and straightening her course. She was running straight for the shore, to him. Mike the Bike was alarmed as she hitched up her skirts with even more revs and aimed right at the water’s edge, riding high on the shelving beach, until she juddered to a stop.
Afterwards she never mentioned how the monster of Loch Ness had raked her sides and peeled apart her hull and taken the drunken owner back to her lair in the depths of the loch but…….well, I’m sure you know the rest of the story.
Think I should get some breakfast
Happy New Year to all, I would like to say a sincere thank you to everyone who has taken the time to view, fav and comment on my images during 2017 it is so much appreciated.
Not only is Flickr a photo sharing community it is a source of information and inspiration something I value greatly.
Also Flickr has a wealth of people with a wide range of talents outside of their photography skills, such as narratives, music, general knowledge, and one of the greatest gifts, humour and banter, as I often say “Laugh every day, Live every moment”.
Here’s to a healthy and prosperous 2018.
This a shot of nearby Crackington Haven a location which has many fascinating rock formations and as such you can normally come away with something on the memory card.
Many thanks for looking, your favs and comments are of great value, Brian.😎
Just a simple candid street style Snap captured of a couple of bikers relaxing and exchanging something amusing.
THANK YOU KINDLY" to anyone who finds this shot good enough to put amongst their "FAVES".
"THANK YOU KINDLY" to anyone who finds this shot good enough to leave a "Comment" I'll do my very best to reply to you individually.
Avocets at Burton! A week ago there was one. Now over 30. Although I've seen them every year for a while, I've never seen them flock like this. I guess it's because they are still arriving and haven't set up nesting territory yet. Spectacular to see them synchronised like this. Well worth a visit. RSPB Burtonmere Wetlands, Cheshire, Northwest England.
Then I spent a couple of freezing hours down the road unsuccessfully waiting for Short Eared Owls to appear. But the banter was good to listen to!!
Out with my good friend, Karl French, who was kind enough to secure a campsite for us, and provided ample witty banter to boot.
So, have made it through the first box of HP5+ with the Intrepid 8x10. It is quite light, easy to hike with, reasonably sturdy when tightened down, and as with most cameras - the problems are largely due to the person behind it :) Have yet to print any pt/pd yet, still dialing in my speed/dev. Right now I'm exposing @ 400, developing over 15 mins in XTOL, giving seemingly good looking and contrasty negatives. Maybe some prints this weekend...
Today is National Cream Tea Day in the UK. There is always friendly banter about whether the cream or jam should go on the scone first and the people of Devon and Cornwall are deeply divided on this very issue, but some say it is unforgiveable to put a chocolate flake on top of the clotted cream. Lumix G9 Oly 12-40mm f11 / ISO 400 / 0.5 sec exposure.
Amritsar, India
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The driver on the 1940 Dennis ACE DVF 519 enjoys some banter with the passengers during our stop at Nacton.I should imagine white is difficult to keep clean.
A fun shoot back home. In good company with laughs, banter, lots of chit chat about mishaps and music over coffee and pub grub.
And I was pleased to capture the pier from this lower view point which I haven't really done before.
Hope everyone has a lovely weekend x