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Plaça de Vicenç Martorell al barri del Raval (Barcelona - Catalunya)
♫♪♫ At seventeen - Janis Ian ♫♪♫
Sportivo! - L'aperitivo dello sport
11 marzo 2016
Caffé Letterario - Roma
Organizzato da Gruppo Pesce Roma e Libera Rugby Club
You can't get the full effect of this top. She was awesome and confident showing off. Stopping traffic sometimes.
Prisoner: Confident you can take on a Royal Ofir detail all by yourself? Bet that's long as you have your sword. In case you didn't notice, they took almost everything.
Confidencias, risas, disfrutar de un estar haciendo lo que gusta, olvidar por un instante los problemas, mirar a tu alrededor y ver a tu gente aquellos que están en los momentos buenos y menos buenos y saber que siempre estarán ahí pase lo que pase.
Eso mi sentir mi placer de fotografiar.
Estos sólo dos de mis amigos con los cuales disfruto sintiendo este placer... tengo tantos y tantos que no sabría ni por donde empezar....
Hoy cumplo otro nuevo año, espero disfrutar de todos ellos hasta la saciedad.
Un beso enorme y un fuerte abrazo para todos desde aquí,
I had tentatively ID'd this as a Lesser Yellowlegs, based primarily on bill shape and length, .... and body size (which was roughly the same as a Killdeer, though longer necked). I feel confident about the ID after hearing from more experienced birders.
I've found these birds to be extremely wary of humans -- this is my first halfway decent shot.
Taken 11 April '07, south coast of Rhode Island, USA -- on a tidal mud flat.
A very confident chicken on my local dog walking route, they get out of the area they are kept in and venture in to the opposite fields, luckily Milo (our dog) is pretty well behaved with the chickens, not that I would leave him on his own with them!
Confident businessman - A trendy European businessman with a blue tie and shirt. The picture is taken in a city mall.
Technical details:
Camera:
12,8mp full frame Canon 5D, using mostly a Canon 70-200mm 2.8L USM IS.
Workflow: (Your guarantee for professionalism)
Shot RAW, develop in capture one pro, import to Photoshop in a 16 bit TIFF file, manually clean image for dust, small particles and trademarks, save to TIFF, re-edit after a few days and save to jpg for upload.
I never use any noise reduction, except for dark areas without details.
A cheery, confident Morrissey comes out grinning - yes, that's a grin if you look at it carefully - and a little goofy for his onstage interview and conversation with Rolling Stone writer David Fricke.
SXSW is packed with star interviews this year, and here the Moz pretends to toss a cushion from his plush chair into the delirious crowd. It's a canny way to break the ice. Morrissey is not exactly a chatterbox - he chooses words for quality, not volume - but he ends up being witty, warm, and very much his own man.
Check my X Marks set for more shots of Austin and South by Southwest 2006.
This image has been spotted as high as #44 on the Flickr daily Interestingness charts.
Last autumn, we felt confident enough to start arranging things in the new year. One of these was a show by Chinese acrobats that Jools wanted to see. She got Jen, Sylv and a friend to go. And yesterday was the day of the show. I made it clear it wasn't for me, but I would go up to rephotograph some City churches and we would meet up afterwards for a meal before coming home.
When we arrange things, we don't know what slings and arrows fate might throw at us. In Tuesday's case, it was a Tube drivers strike, and no last minute talks fixed that. I could arrange my trip to avoid using public transport other than the train up and back home, which were unaffected. Jools thought they would be OK, as their tickets were for the Odeon, which she thought was in Leicester Square, but it turned out was the old Hammersmith Apollo. Now, usually this would not have been a problem, but on Tuesday it was.
They arranged to leave an hour earlier than planned and try to get a taxi, which they did after waiting in line for an hour, getting to the theatre just half an hour before showtime, leaving them only time to get a snack.
Their journey up was done outside rush hour, the show ended at five, and they had to get back to St Pancras. Which would prove to be an adventure.
For me, however, it was a walk in the park. And to add to the pleasure of the day, I would meet up with my good friend, Simon, owner of the Churches of East Anglia website, just about every word and picture done by his own hand. His website also covers the City of LOndon churches, so I asked if he wanted to meet up; he did, so a plan was hatched to meet and visit a few churches, one of which, King Edmund, he had not been inside. He wouldn't arrive until just after ten to get the offpeak ticket prices, I would get up early as a couple of the churches would be open before nine.
A plan was made, and I had a list of churches and a rough order in which to visit them.
The alarm went off at five, and we were both up. I having a coffee after getting dressed and Jools was to drop me off at the station, and as we drove in the heavy fog that had settled, I realised there was a direct train to Cannon Street just after seven, could I make it to avoid a half hour layover at Ashford?
Yes I could.
Jools dropped me off outside Priory station, I went in and got my ticket, and was on the train settled into a forward facing seat with three whole minutes to spare.
The train rattled it's way out of the station and through the tunnel under Western Heights, outside it was still dark. So I put my mask on and rested my eyes as we went through Folkestone to Ashford, an towards Pluckley, Headcorn, Marden to Tonbridge, Sevenoaks and so onto south east London. The train filled up slowly, until we got to Tonbridge which left few seats remaining, and at Sevenoaks, it was standing room only, but by then its a twenty minute run to London Bridge.
After leaving London Bridge station, the train took the sharp turn above Borough Market and over the river into Cannon Street. I was in no hurry, so enjoyed the peace and space of an empty carriage before making my way off the train then along the platform and out onto the street in front. A heavy drizzle was falling, so I decided to get some breakfast and another coffee. Just up Walbrook there was an independent sandwich place, so I went in and asked what I wanted: faced with dozens of choices, all made to order, I had no idea.
I decided on a simple sausage sandwich and a coffee and watched people hurrying to work outside. I had all the time I wanted.
I check my phone and find that opening times were a little different, but St Mary Aldermary was open from half eight, so I check the directions and head there.
It was open, mainly because there is a small cafe inside. I ask if I could go in, they say yes, so I snap it well with the 50mm lens fitted, and decide that something sweet was called for. They recommended the carrot cake, so I had a slice of that and a pot of breakfast tea sitting and admiring the details of the church. Once I had finished, I put on the wide angle lens and finished the job.
Just up the lane outside was St Mary-le-Bow, which should also be open.
It was. Also because they had a cafe. I skipped another brew, and photographed that too, and saw that the crypt was open too, so went down the steps to that. Simon tells me that the church got it's name because of the brick arched crypt: bowed roof.
A five minute walk past The Bank of England was St Mary Woolnorth and St Mary Abchurch: both open, and both recorded by my camera and keen eye.
It was now near to ten, so I texted Simon to let him know to meet me at St Edmund, and I set off in the wrong direction. I only realised this when I was the other side of The Bank, so checked my map and retraced my steps and went down Lombard Street.
The rain was still falling gently, and I was damp, so found shelter under a balcony, as the church was not unlocked. The smell of tale piss rose from the pavement, it wasn't pleasant.
Simon arrived, we shook hands and reviewed the plans, and with it being nearly half ten, thought we would give Stephen Walbrook another go. And wonder of wonders, it was open! The church has been reordered, which isn't to everyone's taste, but the doughnut in the centre can be removed if needed, and Wren's church is still there, including the wonderful painted ceiling.
We went to Cornhill, as Simon had never visited St Peter there, or rather never found it open. I had a feeling that Friends of the City Churches were watching it on Tuesday, so should be open. And it was, although a workshop was going on, we went round not getting in anyone's way getting shots, and then chatting with the watcher, who didn't quite match Simon's knowledge, but the watcher had his book for reference.
Another church Simon hadn't been inside was St Katherine Cree, which again was a five minute walk back across the Square Mile.
It too was open.
Yay.
Pride here was the fine rose window, wheel-like for St Catherine.
I was now on the home straight, but after a night for broken sleep, I was flagging. We had an appointment at St James Garlickythe, which was only open an hour. St James was a longer walk, but we made it, getting to the church at ten past, only to find there was a service on at quarter past.
We look inside, and apart from some incense drifting, and the sound of a dog crunching a bone, there was no one inside. I go in and get what shots I could.
The vicar came out and I apologise and leave him to his service with just his dog to witness it. In a city of millions, no one attended.
With that done, we retired to a nearby pub and had an ale, refreshed we went up past St Paul's Cathedral to Ludgate and to St Martin which was also open as expected.
I was getting churched out by now, so only took shots with the 50mm, I had been here before, so wanted detailed shots.
That done, we went to the final church of the day.
St Bride.
The tiered wedding cake is so done in deference to Wren's spire on St Bride, although hard to see it from the restricted churchyard. Inside it is very impressive, sad to report this was another rebuilt after the war, but they spared no effort here.
And that was that.
Simon had to catch a train by half four. I was pooped, so my plan was to walk to City Thameslink station, catch a train north to St Pancras and then a train home.
I walked with Simon a while, before we split, me going to the station and he into Holy Sepulchre where tales of radical reordering can gladly be discounted.
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It's forty years since I first set foot in St Bride's. A schoolfriend and I were exploring London, taking cheap day returns down from Cambridge to wander backstreets and stumble upon wonders. He'd found St Bride's a week or so before, and hauled me off of Fleet Street into it. First, the polished, varnished interior, still relatively new then, and then the surprise of the crypt with its history of London, particularly of the Great Fire and the Blitz. I thought it was wonderful, and still do.
But in those days Fleet Street was a hive of newspaper activity, with a sense that this really was the beating heart of the nation's intellectual life. Now, the newspapers have gone, and Fleet Street is nothing but a dull shopping thoroughfare linking Westminster with St Paul's Cathedral. But St Bride's survives, and thrives.
The medieval church was destroyed in the Great Fire, and the new church by Sir Christopher Wren is architecturally perhaps the best of all his churches, the spire his most famous, as well as being the tallest, a tiered wedding cake punctuating the space between St Paul's and the Inns of Court. The church is shoehorned into a gap behind the shops and offices of Fleet Street and New Bridge Street, and can be approached along a number of passageways, some of which come up to it from below.
St Bride was completely gutted in the firestorm on the night of 29th December 1940. Only the tower and parts of the outside walls survived. The rebuilding took nearly three years under the hand of Geoffrey Allen, reopening in 1957. Although much of the refurnishing is Wren-like in style, Allen took the decision not to rebuild the galleries. The replacement stalls face inwards in the style of a college chapel. At the east end is a rather alarming reredos, undoubtedly made in the language of Wren but so quirky that it is hard to say what it is actually trying to do. The stalls and sanctuary are enclosed in wooden screening, creating a large open area at the west end. The acoustics are very good.
You can go down into the crypt which was excavated after the Blitz, and still plays host to the exhibition, as well as two little chapels, one remembering the War dead of Fleet Street. It is all fascinating and moving, and for a moment you get a sense of the intimate life of central London before International Finance and Information Technology changed it forever.
Simon Knott, December 2015
Happier, more confident and relaxed, more feminine and it all felt so right. A wonderful way to spend a Sunday.
One in the hand is worth two in the bush... sometimes you get both!
Bald Eagles
Redoubt Bay Lodge
Big River Lakes, AK
A man laughing and happy.
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This was my first shoot with the lovely Phoebe. She had recently been selected as an Eagle Rock Girl but was not yet famous as a billboard model. Phoebe arrived early so we had some quiet time to shoot before everyone else showed up. She was nice and warm and feeling quite adventurous. What a great first shoot - hopefully with many more to come in the future!
I took these photos on 1/1/22.
Pink Hex - Quiet Provocation (B&W) - A study in poise and playfulness, where the lighting is soft but the energy is piercing.
...she came out of the coffee shop and I watched her tattoos dance by on her hips. She made no effort to conceal her plumbers butt - and so I needed to photograph her. I hopped on my bike with my neck-hanging camera swinging like Tarzan as I chased her along the urban jungle's sidewalk.
I asked if she was camera shy - and told her I noticed that she was more than comfortable with her skin on display. She set her bag on the ground and hiked up her shirt for my camera lens while she smiled and asked if I often approach girls to display their naked hips for my electronic memory...
I was happy to have met her...
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(Angel Of Montgomery - Prine)