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These days I am constantly searching for something positive, as I am sure are many of you. The three images in this series represent images that have triggered a positive feeling in me and I'd like to share them with you.
This is a batik made by my son years ago. In some ways it resembles a compass rose. It also reminds me that we have choice to make and those in turn help determine the directions in which our lives go. I have tried to commit my life to helping others and living in a peaceful way. These days acting as a person of peace is sometimes a struggle, but I will continue to do so as long as it is possible.
“Reuben! Reuben come back! Reuben! REUUUBENNNN! Reuben, make a good choice now! Reuben, you need to make a good choice!”
I'm not convinced that Reuben was ever going to make a good choice, and while I'm fully committed to the concept of the will of the people, I couldn't help feeling that here was a moment when a hefty dollop of parental autocracy was needed. Reuben was only just three. Not much older than my tiny little grandchildren. I know this because his mother, who seemed to be placing an inordinate amount of faith in Reuben's grasp of the concepts of action and consequence at such a tender age, had already pointed the fact out to him loudly enough for everyone on the right hand side of the beach to hear. Meanwhile, the small boy's eyes followed the older children up the cliff; the fifteen year old, pursued by the nine year old, next by the six year old, and then our little crusading sherpa with a death wish. Reuben was desperate to climb to the top as well, and after all attempts to reason with him had been ignored, was plucked from the sheer rock wall before he could escape. I wanted to make the short ascent too, but I was waiting until I could have it to myself. I hoped my eighty year old mother wasn't going to suddenly appear out of nowhere, yelling in my general direction at three thousand decibels when the moment came. It seemed that Reuben hadn't made a good choice. Later, he tried again, as I watched and wondered at how he’d given Mum the slip and trotted halfway across the stony beach to Base Camp Zero once more. Soon she hot footed it over after him, still trying to appeal for common sense, and managing to thwart his progress before I, or anyone else present felt the need to get involved. Modern parenting. Something tells me Reuben’s going to be a mountaineer when he grows up. Either that or a tree surgeon.
I wasn't sure whether I'd made a good choice either. Clevedon is undeniably lovely, but wasn't I just playing it safe by coming here? Earlier, on the long drive south from Cheshire, the Malvern Hills had briefly filled the distant horizon with a semi mountainous haze under an azure sky. I hadn’t visited Great Malvern in thirty-five years. I could have stayed nearby and walked up to the top for golden hour, to enjoy views towards the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains on the border with Wales. Later, phone snaps came from home, where clouds had gathered to absorb every last drop of pink from the setting sun. Here at Clevedon the sky was completely clear, save for a mass of burning cloud that hovered over the Bristol Channel a long way to the west. And we don’t like clear skies do we? Not when we’re taking pictures we don’t. Well it was too late. Here is where I was, and once Reuben and all of his associates had finally abandoned the scene, I clambered up to the raised area of rocks beneath the pier. I was soon followed up by a gang of adolescents, but Clevedon is an easy going sort of place, where people seem to be very chilled - at least in my experience they do - and they were perfectly peaceful as they waited for the sun to set somewhere over the Welsh coast. Hell, they were even playing some quite agreeable sounding music. I’m not sure what it was, but I was getting gentle overtones of early seventies progressive folk rock, which I far prefer to much of the banal noise we generally associate with young people these days. My goodness I’m starting to sound like my dear old Grandad who’s been gone for more than thirty years now. They were nice kids. I shall move on. Where was I? Oh yes, I was on top of a small cliff, setting up the camera in the direction of my favourite pier. Now I come to think of it, I’m not even sure if I’ve ever photographed any other piers.
Once I was up in this rarefied atmosphere, an entire fifteen feet above the pebbles, I began to wonder whether I was too close to the pier, almost looking along it as I was. If I'd stayed at the bottom I could have opened up the angle a bit and experimented with some variations to the composition. But I wasn't looking forward to abseiling back down the cliff, at least not until I'd watched those kids make their descents first. Everything looked different from the top, and I couldn’t even remember exactly what route I’d taken up here. But then again there was an advantage to this elevated viewpoint that I hadn't enjoyed in previous visits. A slightly different angle in fact, and in addition to this it was easier to lose the untidy foreground rocks that were being revealed by a rapidly falling tide.
Then came the glow, the green ironwork catching the golden sunlight against the clear blue sky as the clock moved towards six. Maybe I was in the right place. Maybe I'd made a good choice after all. Behind me, the strains of something soft and soporific came from the group of youngsters. Fairport Convention? Probably a modern reboot, but it fitted the mood well enough. They climbed down. I climbed down after them and watched an orange band of light slowly fade across the estuary above Cardiff’s waterfront. Reuben was probably at home, trying to smash his way out of his bedroom window and onto the roof by now. There was a pub just across the road and I wasn't driving anywhere until the next day. It was time to make another good choice and find a pint of something warm and hoppy. And then maybe another one.
Well I was in two minds as to uploading this one. Firstly because I know its been done a few times before. Secondly as I don't want to offend anyone!
But I did it for my own personal learning with photoshop and it turned out far better than I expected, and seeing as one of the reason I did this 365 this year was to learn and force myself to improve in this area I figured I should really put it up.
Lessons learned today were:
1. That actually planning the shots you are going to use makes the edit far easier.
2. A blank background shot can be useful.
3. And a silver thermos flask makes a good metallic adaptor.
STROBIST
SB-700 camera left hight 1/2.5 35mm softbox
SB-700 camera right front in the corner of the room bounced of the ceiling 1/40 35mm
Silver reflector right of the table.
- the supermarket sent clinically white eggs, instead of the comforting familiar brown ones, in the dellivery this week
- but good they did as the theme for Saturday Self-Challenge today is white on white (a small amount of colour allowed)
- posting also for Octubre Rosa/Pink October
Chanti ensaiava com seu violino quando Pancada entrou abruptamente no quarto com cara de poucos amigos e enchendo Chanti de perguntas e acusações. A garota não estava entendendo nada do motivo de tanta fúria do namorado...
Chanti: Eu não estou entendendo nada do que vc está falando... Vc entra aqui desse jeito todo estressado, vc me assusta!
Pancada: Não vem com essa de assustada não, Chanti! Vc fica aí com essa cara de santa mas na real vc ferrou comigo! Vai agora me dizer que vc não sabe de onde veio o dinheiro do estúdo?!
Chanti: O que eu tenho com isso? De onde vc tira essas coisas??? Vc bebeu como sempre... - a garota mantém o ar frio e a arrogância, fazendo de tudo para disfarçar a culpa.
Pancada: Eu não estou bêbado, Chanti! Eu posso ter cara de bobo mas não sou estúpido! Eu já descobri tudo, vc emprestou o dinheiro pro Yue colocar no estúdio mesmo eu falando que não queria. Teu irmão me contou!
Chanti: O QUE ELE TE CONTOU???
Pancada: Que o cara do banco ligou pra ele. Vc foi lá com um cara tatuado tirar dinheiro. Teu irmão achou que era eu e veio me ameaçar. E eu não tiro a razão do Oreo, se fosse com a minha irmã eu faria o mesmo!
Chanti: Hunf! O dinheiro é meu e eu faço o que eu quiser. - diz resoluta, sem nenhum remorso.
Pancada: Ah! Então vc admite!!! Mesmo eu falando que eu não queria??? Não me importa se vc tem dinheiro ou não, Chanti, EU DISSE NÃO! VC ME TRAIU! Vc se juntou com o meu melhor amigo para me apunhalar pelas costas!!!
Chanti: Eu não traí vc, eu só quis ajudar! Vc fala como se eu tivesse feito algo tão nojento e inescrupuloso... Mas e o Yue??? Vc não vai ficar bravo com ele? Foi tudo idéia dele!!!
Pancada: Eu não tenho compromisso com o Yue, Chanti. Em quem eu confio, me deito todas as noites e acordo todas as manhãs é com vc, Chantilly!
Chanti: Ah não!!! A culpa é só minha agora???
Before riding around a lake in Solna a while back, I sat down on a bench in a little park in front of this hotel for a bite to eat. It has an interesting facade, if you are in to that sort of thing, so after this snap I shot a big panorama that my computer is currently stitching together.
ODC Choices
Sometimes the choices we make seem to really upset people, but you have to believe in yourself, own your choices and live with your decisions no matter what anyone else thinks. But, there is always someone who can't let things go and will incessantly make this an issue, I know from experience!
I am sending a mug rug to a special friend and need your help in deciding which one to send! If it were you would you prefer the cup, the bird or the tree mug rug? I can't decide which one to send off!
Walking the streets of London always presents a lot of choices of which way to go!
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Some decisions in life are just so darn difficult! Oh well guess I'll just have to have 2 cuppas.
This is for the We're Here group who today are visiting the Mugshots Thursdays group.
PS … I'm not good a selfies and shall have to learn from the group. So for now this is as much of me as I'm prepared to reveal :))
After dinner a brisk walk in Little Tokyo shops. This one had pens, papers and books. Last minute stocking stuffers. #roadtrip2016🚗
Today I woke-up with the decision to either be a grouch or an Ernie. I chose an Ernie. Which did you choose?
There are always choices to be made in life. Some are as sweet as picking your fave dress :-)
Finally a full rack again! PetiteApplestore (ex Marinart)
Outfits by Petite Apple.
Rack by Taylor Couture
Our Daily Challenge 8-14 June :Life is like a box of chocolates
I don't normally buy or grow petunias as they hate rain, but we haven't had anything much for months, so maybe I should have done!
Here is the moc you chose for a revamp.
I'm gonna start the build soon, i'll keep posting other mocs in the meantime.
I caught this scene in Philly as I was waiting for the next hop on-hop off buss after a great lunch at Reading Station.
For Kinky69 Sale! Cultured Princess Open RLV Necklace & Earrings Set.
Hud choice 16 colors. Unscripted version included.. Unrigged.
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