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Bella told me she found a new dress in a giveaway pile of clothes and wanted to shoot in it. She sent me a photo of it and I was hooked. We met at a cool park we shoot in and as usual had an awesome session. Once we get started we have a natural flow with the shoot. I have to shoot with her as much as possible before she discovers that there are so many photographers that are much better than me.
We did this shoot in mid-August 2023 in Caldwell, ID.
Did a photo shoot with two of my friends last weekend. I am really pleased with the results. Most of the credit should go to them for the great poses and bearing with me for so long to get the right shot. Thank you girls.
Any comments about how the shots can be improved will be greatly appreciated.
My thanks also goes to the owner and the staff at “The Station” restaurant in Dehivala. If you are in that wood you should definitely visit them. It is on the beach, they have great food and the atmosphere in the evening is superb.
Confidenze di bambole: Serina Molasso e... l'ombra di Pierrot!
Dolls confidences: Serina Molasso and... Pierrot shadow!
in "L'Illustrazione", italian weekly magazine.
Year II, n.30, july 27th 1927.
16 pages, 1 lira.
In questo numero:
l'emozionanti caccie alle belve nell'inferno dell'Africa inesplorata.
In this issue:
the exciting beast hunt in the hell of unexplored Africa.
This is Ebony, my caregiver. I've wanted to capture the way she speaks about her children and managed to get the joy on her face when she thinks of her kids.
... gets owned by the three-legged wonder dog.
just found this video on my phone and had to share. recorded on june 19th.
A Grade
Round 6 of the CHNL saw a depleted Hepburn take on Creswick. For the 2nd week in a row the Burra’s were forced to line up with 2 players out injured. Confident in their squad, the competition leaders tried various line ups throughout the game until they quickly settled. Captain Libby Purtell at Goal Attack was instrumental in providing Hepburn with plenty of options in attack. Purtell maintained her 100% accuracy throughout the first half and was supported brilliantly by sharp shooter Jane Lienhop at Goal Shooter.
Creswick managed to keep the mid-court battle alive by providing sharp drives to the circle; however the Burra’s defensive pressure in the circle from Ebony Place saw the ball turned over time and time again. The junior of Hepburn’s team,18 year old Tara Ford clocked up her 150th game for the club in great style at Goal Defence. Ford seems to be taking every opportunity in seniors to develop her game with the help of Place at Goal Keeper. However it was wing attack Brydie Taig that stood up to the challenge and lifted the Burra’s confidence. Taig was named Hepburn’s best on court thanks to her speed and sharp feeding into the circle. Hepburn ran out winners 53 to 17.
The Mo Shepherd award went to Hannah Cameron-Taylor and Libby Purtell for outstanding work.
Goals: Jane 74% 40/54, Libby 80% 12/15
B Grade
Hepburn’s reserves were also focussed on keeping their unbeaten run to the finals alive. The Burras got off to a shaky start as they tried to adjust to Creswick’s style. Moving Janee Brown into Centre in the second quarter was all it took to lift the Burras confidence and provide a 24 to 9 lead at half time.
Courtney Wetzel at Goal Defence, Kristi Pedretti at Goal Keeper and Caitlan Ryan at Wing Defence stepped up in the second half and kept Creswick scoreless until the final minutes of the game. Wetzel provided one of her best games of netball this year getting her hands on ever pass that came her way. Final scores Hepburn 53 to 13.
The Mo Shepherd award went to Caitlan Ryan and Janee Brown
Goals: Mel Penny 75% 41/55, Tania Grant 92% 12/13
Patient and staff x-ray cards. Detailing their names, dates of birth, diagnosis and treatment. Possibly thousands of these cards were strewn in this room. Entire filing cabinets appear to have been left.
Little care seems to have been taken to have confidential information archived or securely destroyed.
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Cane Hill was the Third Surrey County Pauper Lunatic Asylum, necessitated after the Springfield (1842) and Brookwood (1862) asylums were filled to capacity. Surrey Council (charged with the provision of care for the insane under the 1845 asylum act) therefore re-employed the architect of Brookwood, Charles Henry Howell, to design and build the new asylum, which would be sited on a hilltop overlooking Coulsdon and the Farthing Downs.
By this time Howell was the principle asylum architect in England and an advisor for the Commission of Lunacy. Cane Hill was therefore designed by a master architect, built to high standards and became a show piece and the largest building of its type in the UK.
The asylum was completed in 1882 and represented the final say in “radiating ward asylums” – the pavilion blocks comprising the wards were linked to an internal horseshoe shaped corridor. The hospital was divided into female and male halves, the vertical symmetry being cut along its centre by the administration block, a Chapel, a large recreation and dining hall, kitchens, stores and laundry (with drying grounds at the back of the structure). A large water tower provided the necessary pressure for a building of its immensity, around which were clustered stores, maintenance and ancillary buildings.
PLEASE NOTE:
The information above is taken from the excellent Cane Hill Project which has been researched and designed by Simon Cornwell. Go to his site for more information. www.simoncornwell.com+cain hill
ALSO:
Entry to the site was lawfully gained and the sites health and safety rules were followed.
Built in 1882 it closed in 1997 and now in 2009 being demolished. The perimeter is secured by a fence and security gaurds so the pictures have been taken from ouside the fence. By looking on You Tube you will be able to see photographs taken by others of the inside of this huge amalamation of buildings.
thanks sarah for posing
ANother photo from Door County! We were outside on this really really tall thing you had to climb up all of these stairs to get theree and it was cold and tiring and exahuting. It was so beautiful when you got to the top though! I will either be taking photos from inside, or putting on old photos, theres nothing outside here now that its winter all of the flowers have died, and theres nothing outside except for dead leaves and dead grass. with the occasional green leaf that blows by then gets wet, and tears. it will be a while but i think we can make it, right? yeass):
e-n-j-o-y thiss!(:
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 avoind 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 ened 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 jsut 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 chuches 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 enoyed 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.
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The tower of St Mary Aldermary is one of the great Wren moments, one of the three great eyecatcher towers in the City along with St Bride to the west along Fleet Street and St Dunstan in the East by the Tower of London. It was clearly intended as a foil to the cathedral when viewed from south of the river, with its great rabbit-eared parapet as if it were visiting the city on a day out from Suffolk. The gothic style of the church is popularly believed to have been a demand of the patron, Henry Rogers, but it seems just as likely that it was simply a copying of the features of the medieval church which had been rebuilt on a grand scale just 150 years before. That project was bankrolled by Sir Henry Keeble, and in fact the roof and tower were not completed until the 1620s, forty years before the great fire.
Internally, this church is a great sugar confection, the plaster-fan vaulting of the nave and aisles full of joy, like being inside a giant wedding cake. This is like nothing medieval in London or elsewhere, but as Pevsner points out, perhaps Wren was copying the work of the 1620s, not that of the medieval period. The arcades that support it look at first medieval, but during the 1935 repairs they were found to be standing on reused medieval rubble. Many of the furnishings are long after Wren, although the 17th Century font survives, as does a very attractive sword rest. Pevsner had no kind words to say for Lawrence Lee's glass, although to my mind its simplicity is a perfect foil for the architectural grandeur. In any case, John Crawford's west window is better.
This church is epic in scale, without the intimacy familiar from its near neighbours. The great tower is seen perfectly from the viewing platform of the Tate Modern gallery across the river, its significance to the City's urban landscape immediately apparent.
Simon Knott, December 2015
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 avoind 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 ened 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 jsut 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 chuches 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 enoyed 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.
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The tower of St Mary Aldermary is one of the great Wren moments, one of the three great eyecatcher towers in the City along with St Bride to the west along Fleet Street and St Dunstan in the East by the Tower of London. It was clearly intended as a foil to the cathedral when viewed from south of the river, with its great rabbit-eared parapet as if it were visiting the city on a day out from Suffolk. The gothic style of the church is popularly believed to have been a demand of the patron, Henry Rogers, but it seems just as likely that it was simply a copying of the features of the medieval church which had been rebuilt on a grand scale just 150 years before. That project was bankrolled by Sir Henry Keeble, and in fact the roof and tower were not completed until the 1620s, forty years before the great fire.
Internally, this church is a great sugar confection, the plaster-fan vaulting of the nave and aisles full of joy, like being inside a giant wedding cake. This is like nothing medieval in London or elsewhere, but as Pevsner points out, perhaps Wren was copying the work of the 1620s, not that of the medieval period. The arcades that support it look at first medieval, but during the 1935 repairs they were found to be standing on reused medieval rubble. Many of the furnishings are long after Wren, although the 17th Century font survives, as does a very attractive sword rest. Pevsner had no kind words to say for Lawrence Lee's glass, although to my mind its simplicity is a perfect foil for the architectural grandeur. In any case, John Crawford's west window is better.
This church is epic in scale, without the intimacy familiar from its near neighbours. The great tower is seen perfectly from the viewing platform of the Tate Modern gallery across the river, its significance to the City's urban landscape immediately apparent.
Simon Knott, December 2015
Where I was sitting in the grass was lower than where the birds were hunting. This male came quite close.
(Clare)
confident young women standing outdoors - portrait of confident young women standing outdoors, Model: Taylor Chmiel and Megan Butt. To Download this image without watermarks for Free, visit: www.sourcepics.com/free-stock-photography/24719739-confid...
Confident in the knowledge that my hat and shoe horn are colour coordinated as I valiantly search the horizon for my own Gilligan's Island.
Lighting info: SB-900, in 28" Westcott Apollo softbox, camera right, feathered away from subject; SB-700, bare, behind tree firing up into the leaves; triggered with PocketWizards (Mini TT1 w/ AC3 zone controller, & Flex TT5).
Post-processing done with Capture NX2 (w/Color Efex Pro 3), and Photoshop CS5.
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