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the cheetahs were one of the only big cats out and roaming while we were visiting the Cape May Zoo today.
I was challenging myself at trying to shoot "out" the fence, by focusing through the holes in the chain links. I thought the effect here was interesting.
Almost like the cat is walking through an opening, or is on this side of the fence.
Of course, the conditions weren't this bad when I decided to nip out last night, and I nearly gave up, but it became a bit of a challenge to see what I could get! Seen approaching Thurgarton, 66760 works 6E45 from Theale to Immingham.
Challenging the much written about concept that street photography should be done in black and white.
A challenging bird to find during Spring (toughest) and Fall migration (plain tough) in Florida, as the species tend to fly right over us straight on to South America.
Some facts:
The American Golden-Plover annually performs one of the longest migrations of any American bird. They fly up to 20,000 miles per year, including a nonstop flight of 3,000 to 5,000 miles over the Atlantic.
Weighing in at less than a half-pound, they are considered the fastest flying shorebird, reaching speeds of 60mph.
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
From the sunny slopes in the valley all the way up to the breezy heights of Rittner Horn/Corno del Renon – the hiking resort Renon spreads across about 300 kilometers of trails, offering challenging and pleasant hiking adventures for all tastes and intensity levels. The easy and pleasant walks along the beautiful promenades of Renon are just as intriguing as the challenging high mountain trails on Corno del Renon. All around, an indescribably amazing view of the surrounding mountains opens up in front of you. Stroll across vast meadows and through romantic woods, and anticipate a well-deserved break at one of the many excellent inns and rural taverns. There’s something for everyone: tons of fun for families, peace and inspiration for those seeking relaxation, and athletic challenges for exercise enthusiasts.
От солнечных склонов в долине до самых вершин Риттнер-Хорн / Корно-дель-Ренон - туристический курорт Ренон простирается примерно на 300 километров трасс, предлагая захватывающие и приятные походы на любой вкус и уровень интенсивности. Легкие и приятные прогулки по красивым набережным Ренона так же интригуют, как и сложные высокогорные тропы на Корно-дель-Ренон. Повсюду перед вами открывается неописуемо удивительный вид на окружающие горы. Прогуляйтесь по обширным лугам и романтическим лесам и ожидайте заслуженного отдыха в одной из многочисленных превосходных гостиниц и сельских таверн. Здесь каждый найдет что-то для себя: множество развлечений для семей, мир и вдохновение для тех, кто ищет расслабления, и спортивные состязания для любителей физических упражнений.
This is a panoramic photo from Powell Point at sunset. This was a really challenging photo to take because there was a window of about 1 minute where the light was at peak before it was gone, plus it was incredibly windy! I was able to start on the right side and quickly take my images for the pan as I worked my way to the left in order to keep the color and brightness relatively even. Additionally, each photo was bracketed because of the intense contrast the scene came with. The sky was so much brighter than the canyon itself. A full resolution copy of this image is just under 100 megapixels! In the end, this was a really fun photo to make and I am very pleased with how it turned out. I hope you can enjoy it as well! :)
Turn left? Turn right? - Rubik's Cube is a challenging puzzle.
Macro Mondays
Theme: The First Letter of My Surname
March 18, 2019 (UTC)
This is the most challenging photo I have created to date, but The Duskfall Court is far too stunning a location to hold just one of my Villainous muses! Described as the seat of the shadow fae, this landscape is far more dangerous for the unwisened adventurer than it may appear. That being said... it makes a great meeting place for the villains to gather undisturbed, the thorny surroundings a comfortable haven for them to plot their nefarious schemes together. This evenings gathering consists of Ursula the Sea witch, the Evil Queen, Cruella De Vil and the original dark fae Maleficent. While we know not of what they may be colluding together, we do know that each in their own right is a powerful foe not to be underestimated!
From left to right:
Ursula
Hair - Soiree - Truth
Crown - Broad Crown from Coiled Hair - Chimeric Arts & Fashions
Earrings & Necklace - Lucille - Kunglers
Stole - Bona Boa - Ash
Trident - FAS
Rings - Atlanta/Sarah - Kunglers
Gown - Oil Slick Crystal Ballgown - Petite Mort
Body - Slink Physique
Evil Queen
Hair - Magdelana - Truth
Crown - Girls of Brythony & Caer Llyr Tiara - Ashbourne & Co
Earrings - Cheryl - [POM] Piece of Me
Pendant - Fortuna - Corazon
Collar - Symbol of Greatness - Dreamcatcher
Rings - Atlanta/Leigh - Kunglers
Gown - Bronwen - Kitty Creations
Magic Accessory - Swirling Magical Effect - Titans
Body - Maitreya Lara
Cruella De Vil
Hair - Debra - Truth
Fascinator - Pia - Zibska
Necklace - Artemis - Virtual Impressions
Cigarette Holder - Diva - Kunst
Gloves - Puppy Love - Haus of De Vil
Nails - Art Deco - Zen Child Designs
Stole - Large Fur - Enfant Terrible
Gown - Dracarys - Riot
Body - Maitreya Lara
Maleficent
Horns - Maleficent - Enchanted Incorporated
Turban - Trybe
Necklace - Vanya - Kunglers
Gown - Be Eminent - Cats Claw Designs
Ring - Luh - Kunglers
Staff - Abraxas Ravenstaff - Devious Minds
Body - Maitreya Lara
Photo taken at the Duskfall Court - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/The%20Duskfall%20Court/233...
Finally, after 1,5 years we could take the "Tembo", our boat, out for a trip.
Of course the destination was 'De Biesbosch', a Dutch Nature Reserve I love so much.
But the weather gods were not very mild on us, so every morning, when I took the little rubber boat out, it was about 0C and it rained cats and dogs :-)
(hurray for the HUGE umbrella I bought at some fishing shop before I went!)
On this particular day, the weather forcast predicted some sun so I was out before sunrise hoping for some backlight shots.
This male Grebe wasn't too amused either by the weather. He was splashing around quite grumpy, chasing everyone away that came too close, be it Duck, Goose, or even his own spouse (hmm.. somehow sounds familiar :-))
Have a lovely (sunny, I hope) weekend everyone!
This morning I made a new attempt shooting the bridge at dawn when the walkers make their crossing. A very challenging task I can say. Not only since I woke up at 3.30 am. (CET) but also dealing with the light, high ISO, focus and shutter speed. This shot was taken at 05:25 am. and I like the huge stream of walkers on the bridge. When the stream gets larger you can capture them with 1/15 of a second, but it still takes ISO400.
You hear them singing, marching while the night turns into day. On the left the sun is almost out there.
The International Four Day Marches Nijmegen is the largest multiple day marching event in the world. It is organised every year in Nijmegen, Netherlands in mid-July as a means of promoting sport and exercise. Participants walk 30, 40 or 50 kilometers daily depending on their age and gender, and, on completion, receive a royally approved medal (Vierdaagsekruis). The participants are mostly civilians, but there are also a few thousand military participants. This year it is the 101st edition of this unique event.
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Growing old can make simple things challenging. Many people think aging is a linear process but your body tells a different story. New research: www.cnn.com/2024/08/20/health/dramatic-human-aging-scli-i...
This photo was challenging Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens from the pool of Highly Competitive - Flickr's 100 Best - www.flickr.com/groups/best100only/.
During the second part of March, 2008:
www.flickr.com/groups/best100only/discuss/72157604179690599/
We are adding more to the GrfxDziner forums. The tutorial is easier to see there, and has examples of the different techniques, lots more to come too:
Tutorials | GrfxDziner.com • Blogger gwennie2006
the Power of Art | GrfxDziner.com • Blogger GrfxDziner
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GrfxDziner.com | Blogger GrfxzDziner:
Light Effect work from the Deanna Cremin Memorial Foundation...
grfxdziner.blogspot.com/2009/07/light-effect-work-from-de...
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This image is part of the Nikon Digital Learning Center group discussion...
Assignment: Reflection...
www.flickr.com/groups/NikonDigitalLearningCenter/discuss/...
Some slideshows from GrfxDziner.com:
www.GrfxDziner.com/poolButterflyEffect.html
www.GrfxDziner.com/tagDCMemorialFoundation.html
This is my daughter Jessica singing, with some help from her friends...
Do you hear, What I hear? | Jessica Cook, Meryl Piefer & Joe Meallo
For a couple more you can go to the Christmas carol for Deanna Cremin page here:
http://www.GrfxDziner.com/DeannaChristmasCarol.html
fiveprime.org/hivemind/Tags/DCMemorialFoundation/recent
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Boston Herald | Articles on Deanna Cremin Murder
Venus | HiltonFan • flickr.com
Venus | GrfxDziner • flickr.com
Venus | gwennie2006 • flickr.com
Stairway to Heaven | GrfxDziner.com
Deanna Cremin Memorial Foundation | GrfxDziner.com
fiveprime.org/hivemind/Tags/4Deanna/
fiveprime.org/hivemind/Tags/DCMemorialFoundation
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Butterfly Effect | Wikipedia
Butterfly Effect | WiseGeek.com
Butterfly Effect | Wolfram MathWorld
www.flickr.com/groups/theButterflyEffect/
Light Effect | gwennie2006 • flickr.com
Butterfly | gwennie2006 • flickr.com
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Lockdown and a winter cold snap are a challenging combination, new goals and plans are required my exercise walk saw me cover a lot of miles in the crisp weekend weather with the car sitting dormant for the weeks ahead for quite some time by the looks of it.
Reaching a regular haunt by foot turned out to be easier than I anticipated and the gulls were busy swooping to join in the feeding frenzy around the ducks and swans when locals turned up with food.
This winter adult Common (or Mew) Gull curved round to land on the ice and I think it’s safe to say the camera focus locked on nicely to a moving target for a change!
The Rua Reidh lighthouse was our focus for visiting the coast north of Gairloch. The previous owners had disputed public access to the road and any visiting 'toggers' or walkers not staying at the lighthouse B+B could (allegedly) face a hostile reception. With the lighthouse now sold on, it is possible to park just a few hundred meters away rather than have to walk 3 miles from Melvaig, though the approach road is a little 'challenging'. It wasn't possible to get a perfect shooting position for the lighthouse, with a climb up a small hill giving the best compromise.
A Challenging Installation
…. transporting a 146 lb. Steel-Frame inside,
and up through, a 2nd floor, around a
twisting-Staircase with-OUT
damaging My steel, Her walls (or just-finished-hardwood floors and stairway wood).
Add-in
an imperfect wall ( not flat)
and
an-out-of-square substrate
and
an un-level wood floor
and it was like-swatting-mosquitos -in
Denali National Park in July!
Part of England’s Jurassic coastline . Pebble beach , car park , toilets
West of the small river... cliffs of red Devonian sandstone with a cap of limestone . . if you head east along the beach then the under cliffs are defiantly worth exploring. A narrow valley with its own little ecosystem that time forgot ,when a huge chunk of cliff broke off and slumped seawards …. also discover an abandoned quarry/cave set back in the limestone cliff ( for the adventurous only )
A great dog walking , hiking , fossil hunting , nature loving sort of beach …. its rarely crowded even in the height of summer, as it has limited facilities and access involves a bit of a challenging drive along small winding lanes .
I watched a television documentary recently that was dealing with Meta-physics and the nature of conscious. (Well it was A LOT more in-depth than that), but it went into the history and highlighted how fluid our knowledge in this area is, by documenting the key paradigm shifts. This program was challenging in many ways, (as it was way over my head and some of the in-depth mathematical equations didn’t interest me) but what did, was the way that our knowledge of we think is “real” is totally and utterly not what it seems.
The thing that totally amazed me, was the way that our known laws of physics seem to change the smaller you went. It was as though the ever-decreeing circles distorted the ‘reality’ of the previous.
It kind of solidified my beliefs that what we think of as real and solid is in fact not the case. In fact it is probably more accurate to say that there is an infinite amount that we ‘do not know’. I see it rather logical to say we know such a small minuscule amount about ‘anything’, that its impossible to even perceives our lack of solid ground.
This statement leaves me with mixed feelings. massive insecurities (fear of the unknown) but wonderful optimism, (massive excitement at the mind blowing possibilities) a paradox. It’s almost true to say that everything your imagination can perceive is in fact possible. WOW just imagine that for a second……parallel universes (were mentioned), sprits, aliens, (I know I'm sounding weird and a tad science fiction, but all possible in an infinite world).
I seem to remember the presenter saying that they only knew that quarks existed because of what they ‘couldn’t’ see. He said that the very act of looking for them, (and my spine is tingling at the thought) changed the very physical reality. WOW…. Now I'm probably not making much sense, and I'm struggling to remember precisely what he was saying, but my mind resonated at the unimaginable possibilities that what he was saying offers us.
I personally find this type of conversation vastly inspirational. a world without the confines of so-called laws of psychics, would be truly creative. No boxes to think outside, no rules! But how does it relate to this photograph?
Now it seems to me that when you look at a scene (especially a moment in time like this), that you aren’t really seeing what is there. yes it ‘looks’ like the place I took the image of, and for the purists amongst us, its not to dissimilar from documenting the colour, lighting conditions, sharpness blar de blarr de blarr. But the very act of capturing this image with a camera, that in a couple of years will be considered redundant, begs the question at the importance of those questions. (I have to get the dig in don’t i). It isn’t ‘real’, it isn’t even close to ‘real’, what the hell is real? Our own perception of reality is distorted by our unique experiences. We all see this differently because we do not only see it, we engage emotionally with it. We feel something which changes our perceptions of it.
So to sum this up before I ramble on too long, what does this mean to you? Is it a collection of pixels? A massive chain of zeros and ones, or is it a dull wet cold winters day? Maybe a beach on a parallel universe. May I leave you with a final thought. Imagine if every grain of sand on this beach was a sun and around each and every one there were 20 or so planets……are we alone?
Trying to go longer with my sub exposures on the AT6RC. The Orion Nebula can be challenging to image due to the wide range of brightness, making it very easy to overexpose. For me, the challenge in processing preserving dynamic range without looking artificial. Short exposures (180s and 30s) have been blended into the overexposed core. Final image here is 3hr30min exposure. It's been cropped to remove edge distortions due to the oversized full-frame sensor. Forgive the oval stars - I'm going to blame periodic error for that.
Canon 6D & AstroTech AT6RC
AstroPhysics CCDT67 Focal Reducer (0.75x reduction for 1027mm focal length)
14x900s exposures at ISO1600
12/19/2019
This was a challenging morning for me. I was out taking early morning landscapes & as the bright sun got higher in the sky I moved to a lake at Forest Park that had this Egret & a Blue Heron fishing along the shoreline. It was very windy & the bright sun was causing shadowing issues. But ... ya gotta make due with what ya got!
This shot has proved to be rather challenging to obtain an acceptable final image. I really like the composition, but it is shot into the light and it has proved difficult to get the right balance between the front of the train, the station buildings and the backlighting. After a number of attempts I have settled on this black and white version
East Midlands Railways 156470 is about to depart from Loughborough working 2L75, 15:39 Leicester – Grimsby, 28th September 2022.
A challenging weekly theme for me. Macro Flame - this little wooden candleholder was bought from a small vendor at a Berlin Christmas market in 2016, a week after a terrorist ran a truck through the market killing and injuring many. After witnessing such a horrific scene, the vendors returned and set up their booths to begin sales again. These Christmas markets are their livelihood during the holidays. The city, and me and my friend, came out to support them.
‘CORAL BAY’
A very challenging evening out at Canberra Airport last night, with Virign Australia’s new toy, Embraerer E2 arriving almost 90 minutes later than planned!!!
Seen here slowing down 35 Canberra Airport (CBR/YSCB) from Nadi (NAN/NFFN) as VA9943 at 2003 local.
1/13 f2.8 8000ISO
Hi guys, today I’m sharing my latest LEGO MOC scene inspired by the epic Spider-Man no way home. This project was incredibly challenging because of the curved cityscape and not to mention the massive amount of micro scale buildings.
There’re so many ways you can achieved curved surface with LEGO bricks (and @ranghaal is the master). For this time, I was using train tracks as the base structure, yes, those rarely used train tracks, at least for me. But actually, you can use those in various scenarios, and they’re very versatile.
I have to admit that I have no experience at building micro scale builds, so those buildings took me a long time to build, and I used every method that I can think of and also 1/3 of basic bricks in my brick library. It was a very interesting and frustrating experience, but I love it! In case you are curious, it has around 120 buildings in this scene.
Hope you guys enjoy my new project. If you want to watch the full building process video, it’s on my YouTube channel which I strongly recommend to watch, link in below. 😉
Building process video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5yIU_oCIVJg&t=6s
When I took this shot I found separating the leaping girl from the background hotel quite challenging. In the end it was easier to use a posterize filter in post process. I'm not a lover of post processing but it did the job here.
It was quite challenging. For one thing it's winter and there wasn't a lot of light to work with at these magnifications. Also I forgot it was the start of school holidays! The place was packed with kids, who had different priorities to me, such as banging the railings (vibration) and encouraging the butterflies to climb on their hands. So there were a lot of shaky/noisy shots, but here are a couple of the best. Hopefully as I learn more I'll get some better ones, including outdoors when it warms up and there are more insects around.
Well a difficult one or challenging, but that’s what it’s all about. I’m afraid I took rather a lot of photos and so the selection process was very difficult.
For those of you who have been following my not so safety pin-crash machine saga, I’m pleased to report that my machine is back! She is serviced ( and reset) and sounds very sweet.
The engineer taped me a gift on the worksheet which he headed NDL TIP and drew an arrow!
I was very pleased indeed as I was a little worried about bare feet and cats paws. Doesn’t bear thinking about . All is well in the sewing room. Looking forward to seeing yellow this weekend.
posting early as I have a busy day but will be back later
challenging the hold, the compulsive, repetitive behaviours have on her. to begin to take control and change her narrative; finding the inner strength, to unravel her self and explore the colours;
to let go of her lapsed interest in life, to connect with gift of elemental freedom of hers...
As that adage goes, if you don’t let go, be dragged.
I think these are challenging images... but that's the nature of the artwork... ADP stands for 'Aftermath Dislocation Principle'
and the shipping container only visits places that have had a riot at one time or other. It turns out there was a riot in Macclesfield about 200 years ago. Who knew?!!!
The container & it's contents (by artist Jimmy Cauty) was a feature at Banksy's Dismaland last year.
More here:
www.l-13.org/acatalog/ADP-UK-RIOT-TOUR-INFORMATION.html
and here:
The falls are quite beautiful, and it's a treacherous climb down to the bottom if you feel so inclined. I'm sure it's beautiful from the bottom down there, but after Iceland I may be ruined on waterfalls for some time to come.
Close by there is a great place for hotsprings, and bathing. Also close by Crater lake. A must stop by spot if you're in there area as it's a quick jaunt, and quite lovely. Although the trail might be slightly challenging for older or less able folk.
In challenging contrasting light, and ironically just about the only sunlight that I experienced during the 'Westerwald Plandampf' event based on Limburg, DR Class 03.10 Pacific 03 1010-2 rounds the curve at the splendid lower Lahn Valley town of Balduinstein, with service RB 22415 from Koblenz to Limburg on 4th October 2002.
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Hello everyone!
I would like to share some photos I recently took--- a very challenging shoot since this is the model's first ever photo shoot. Challenging in a way because I don't really know what she really want, I don't really know her angle. But with the help of Intong, a brilliant make-up artist and stylist, we were able to came up with output that I would really say more than good enough for a first timer.
Hope you like them,as much as I enjoy taking her photos and her posing with confidence.
I forgot to mention she's not really a model---she's a nurse by profession.
Guys, say hello to Eizabeth!:D
Model: Elizabeth
MUA: Intong
Location: Davao del Sur
Lighting: Rey Sapong
Photo: MkRyanOrtega
Consistency of tone is proving a bit challenging across this set, with different light conditions adding a variation on the original out of camera images. One little niggle with the comp for me on this one, but I'm maybe being a little too picky.
Quando scatto una foto di un paesaggio, cerco sempre di trovare un punto di equilibrio. Una forma, un colore, una nuvola, un angolo di cielo..
qualcosa che dentro di me componga le regole della bellezza e mi faccia essere contento dello scatto.
Ecco, a Lanzarote ho trovato davvero difficile trovare il modo giusto di scattare per rappresentare la bellezza del paesaggio.
Coni simili a dune, la luce dell'alba o del tramonto che sembrava fatta apposta per intrecciarsi con i colori della lava. Il cielo sempre grigio o blu, un colore complementare della terra.
Ecco, mi piace essere in difficoltà. E molto.
Buona serata
#lanzarote #montanas #fuego #timanfaya #vulcani #volcanoes #cielo #sky #lava #land #terra #contrast #contrasto
Looking for a challenging activity for the New Year? It's a great time to visit Cirque du Mystère! Five death-defying acts and a fiery grand finale will test your mind and abilities!
Solve a mystery, find a loved one, and stop the evil of Cirque du Mystère!
Find the How to Play guide here:
www.madpeagames.com/madpea-cirque-du-mystere-how-to-play/
The game starts here:
A wide field of Bodes and the Cigar Galaxy surrounded by other galaxies, dust and stars from our own Milky Way. Captured from my light polluted backyard Bortle 5-6.
I apologize for my lack of posts lately my CGX mount was hampering my clear nights of imaging with poor guiding and tracking which makes capturing the details of the night sky rather challenging. The new mount will be arriving soon and I look forward to seeing what it can do.
Camera: ASI2600MC-Pro
Telescope: Celestron RASA 8
Aperture: f2.0
Mount: Celestron CGX
Filter: RASA8 LPS (Astrodon)
Frames: 503X30sec
Gain: 0 Offset: 10
OAT: 8°C
Camera Temp: -20°C
Guiding: ASI290MC
Darks: 50 frames
Flats: 50 frames
Post Processing: Pixinsight, PS, LR