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Rolling south, but barely a pair of RS3's are climbing the hill north of Reed City, Michigan in September of 1978. This Michigan Northern run for Grand Rapids with ex C&NW 1617 leading an ex Southern unit will have a long day with a train load of western lumber taking the shortcut and cheaper route via the Chief Wawatam at the Straits of Mackinaw.
Plethora of P’s - This particular photograph took plenty of prior planning. While there are no prohibited pens, pencils, or paper clips in the picture, there is proof of their prior presence. The pastel Post-it has “Plethora” printed on the pale yellow paper with a pen (and underlined with a paper clip impression) to portray all of the “P” words pictured. The background piece of paper is a print of a pen-and-ink drawing highlighted with colored pencil. This pointillism portrait of the proud predator is a profile pose featuring a protruding beak, pink tongue, piercing pupil, and plentiful plumage. The technical pen pieces (plastic cap and purple point), pencil sharpener (with pencil shavings and phillips screw), and pink pencil eraser were precisely placed. I am positive I missed a few P’s, so pipe in if you perceive others. - HMM
Nikon D5, 400 mm AF-I 2,8 + Tce 20 iii = 800 mm. Iso 1000 f 5,6 1/200s. Taken from Byåsen towards Bratsberg, Trondheim, Norway.
Compositionally Challenged
Week 44 Candlelight
Shot with a "Tomioka-Copal 75 mm F 2.8" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.
This Rose is a “Barely Hidden Beauty.” I knew where it was in our garden. I had to gently push aside some branches and leaves to get this particular capture the way my minds eye saw it. As this season closes in on September I’m mindful that my subjects will begin to change. Change is inevitable and the four seasons of the Northeastern United States won’t escape these changes. Other photo opportunities will make themselves available and I’ll be there to share them. Gratitude and Kindness help to drive my passion for photography. Thanks for viewing and commenting.
A Canada Goose Gosling lets out barely a whisper as it reacts to my voice while I was photographing it.
Sorry I've been absent so long. I think I just needed to take a Flickr break. I'd never understood why people needed to step away from this wonderful forum, but I know now how much energy it can take to keep up with everything and everyone here.
Please be patient with me as I work my way back into a Flickr routine. I might take a little longer than usual to get around to visiting your streams, but know that my goal is to stay in touch with each of you and drop by as often as possible to see your amazing images.
A heartfelt thanks to ışık tanesi at www.flickr.com/photos/41122900@N03/ for the lovely testimony!
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Popped out this afternoon relatively close to home. Wasn't expecting much but there was some light and blue sky
Well, Karen, here's my attempt :)
I tried to make it different to yours.
Fingers crossed that you like it!
There is something magical about a bee that is the size of a grain of rice. Well technically, it’s not a bee; maybe a hover fly or a sweat bee, I can never remember which is which. Either way, the way they flit and float around is wonderful, and then they choose a spot to land; but I can’t imagine that the tiny fraction of an ounce is even noticeable.
You can see the windows of these buildings, but only barely! Mere ghosts in the fog!
Happy Window Wednesday!
We stopped at Redwood Creek picnic area near Orick in California to look at the view along the beach. Over the road from the parking area I spotted this view and liked the sunlight coming down through the morning mist.
This windmill is barely hanging on. It's not my normal windmill sunset shot but I like its character.
Oklahoma Panhandle
As always the camera goes wherever I go, On this morning being so nice we took a walk beside the River Adur, conditions were very still with a lovely sky with so many lovely reflections.
The chimney is the Old Shoreham Cement works, long defunct and once a target for urbex photographers who would break in to photograph inside. The chalk scar you can see is where the cement works dug out chalk to make their product.
I wandered into the neighbour's yard to capture this lovely plant. I don't know what it's called, but it also gets bell shaped flowers. Taken with Helios 44-2 lens, and 12 mm extension tube.
My aperture was stuck at f2, so I got a very shallow DoF here, but I don't mind that.
These shots all taken on Sunday, August 15th. The sun had a busy 14 hour day from 6:30 a.m. until 8:30 p.m. lighting my world. What a great start and even greater finish.
This shot reminds me of one of my favorite artists of all times. I learned to play the piano as a child at the age of six. I was tapping out the 'Billy Jack' song "One Tin Soldier", so my Mom decided the time had come for piano lessons. I took altogether about 13 years of lessons from a wide variety of instructors.
My first teacher was the piano/organ player from our church. Her name slips my mind, as do most of my teachers. I think I had a total of six instructors throughout the thirteen years. I learned basic music sheetreading. Another teacher taught skills and theory for about 3 years. I competed in the Music Guild Theory and Repertoire competition and in the three years took Bronze, then Silver, and finally the Gold.
Another teacher taught nothing but Classical, Romantic, and Baroque period music. I played music from all the true masters - Bach, Chopin, Beethoven, Mozart, Mendehlson, etc.
Next I learned to play accompaniment music from June Kemp, probably my favorite teacher. But the thing that remained constant throughout my years of playing was the inspiration from one of the most amazing talents ever to grace a piano - Sir Elton John - aka Reginald Dwight.
His music from his initial album through his current releases shows a talent beyond comprehension. So this shot I dedicate to the man, the musician, the master.....Elton John.
Thank you for your inspiration.