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The river Emme in Burgdorf. Taken with a lens from 1976 on a modern Canon EOS R.
The compact 28 is perfect to take along on a MTB tour.
The conditions weren't very favourable to get this quick shot, buried under thick foliage at the Ipswich Nature Centre. It was further complicated by the heavy Sigma Sport lens which would have been close to its minimum focussing distance.
But at least these beautiful little pair of Cockatiels were happy in the big aviary at the Centre. Sadly most of the animals seemed to have gone out for the day!
Aussie Native Birds
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Silhouette of a burr oak tree (and other, more distant trees) against nicely illuminated altocumulus floccus clouds.
This isn't velvet, or a fine silky dress, or some strange sun storm, or a complicated fractal graph. This is simple sand, and it is absolutely unbelievable how the water and the wind are able to transform the sand. Day after day, year after year, age after age. Here, in a detail of the famous Antelope Canyon in Arizona, it is possible to see all the five elements gathered in a single image: the earth describes a wave, molded along the time by the wind and burned by the sun.
"Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair—
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
But it’s useless to investigate—Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
‘It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs;
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!"
- T.S. Eliot, from "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" (1939).
* This shot was taken using the square format selection on the Leica D-Lux 7. The composition was framed exactly as appears in camera.
Imagine you're alone on a tiny wooden boat with a view like this in front of you, just going about your own daily business, no desk, no computer, no door, no clock, just nature's embrace and an elevated spirit that could probably surpass that of the wealthiest person on the face of the earth. Is it any wonder that many of us romanticize and long for a less complicated life sometimes...*SIGH*
Thank you for floating by :)
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Panoramic of the Cunningham Cabin
Grand Teton National Park
Wyoming, USA
There's a long, complicated (and hilarious) history of the origins of the park. It's a very interesting place to visit. And a very tiny, yet important piece of that historical puzzle is of John Cunningham's Cabin. The cabin has been reconstructed; the original was built back in the late 1800's and didn't survive. This cabin has been the scene of a shootout between horse thieves and a posse, used as a fort during a period of tension between Jackson's hole and the Bannack tribe, and more commonly known as part of a farming enterprise by Mr. Cunningham. Mr. Cunningham originally fell unto the Tetons as a hunter/trapper, mid-lifed the area as a farmer and left as a conservationist. But the photograph speaks for itself. What a view.
Take a peak from inside the 'dog-trot' of the cabin! www.flickr.com/photos/23859710@N02/10918287574/
Life seems to be terribly complicated every now and then. But if you have the will you can resolve it !!
No river is a straight line !!
No life is without pain !!
வளையாமல் நதிகள் இல்லை !!
வலிக்காமல் வாழ்க்கை இல்லை !!
A couple of tendrils of a creeper got entangled with each other and holding a rain drop at the end which refracted some oleander leaves nearby !!! The refraction is so perfect that the leaf appears to be packed in a glass jar !!! Beautiful, isn't it ?
எட்டுத் திசையும்ஒன்றாய் இன்பமாய் நின்றவுன்னை
விட்டுப் பிரியவிடம் வேறோ பராபரமே !!!
தாயுமானவர் பராபரக்கண்ணி
Yes, life has its way of getting complicated, Yet, if that were not so,Life, poetry and everything else would be a bore.
Life is wonderful and there is so much joy amidst the complicated circumstances!
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Brighton 🇬🇧
June, 2018
On the University of Galway campus.
Yashica B TLR with Harman Phoenix 200 shot at 100 ISO. Developed and scanned by Printpoint, Limerick.
“Sorry Not Sorry” is OUT TODAY
See the lyric video HERE
We all go through tough times that require difficult decisions. But sometimes we don’t need to apologize for it to anyone. Learning from mistakes and becoming the best version of ourselves is an ongoing challenge.
"Sorry Not Sorry" is about that paradox. I wrote this song during a desperate time when I was trying to work through a complicated situation. I felt bad for hurting someone I love, but I needed to work through that experience on my own. In the end, I realized I could better heal by addressing the problem head on.
Stream or Download Sorry Not Sorry here—
UNITED AIRLINES out 9/9 on Sugar Records 🎸
This is a reaction to yesterday's fiasco of a 365 shot - massive thanks to everyone who left encouraging comments but I haven't changed my mind about it - it still sucks.
You guys really made me feel better though so hats off to ya.
I've got a new plan now. What I'd like to get out of the next one hundred days is a solid grounding in the fundamentals. The art of taking a good photograph. This has become more and more important to me over the last week or so and hopefully it's been reflected in my 365, with less reliance placed on Photoshop and more shots taken on location so to speak. If I can call my back garden a location ha ha!
With this in mind I had a flick through a book my dad found at my grandparent's house. It's quite old (first published 1977 - older then me!) and of course it's all about film cameras but the fundamentals of photography aren't going to change so I figured I can get the theory from this book and translate it to the digital age.
I read up about depth of field this morning - I love a bit of bokeh so I thought it'd be a good place to start.
I think I understand it a bit better now and I wanted to put into practise what I'd learnt so . . . I spent a bit of time in the back garden this morning trying it out.
I've decided, after yesterday's disappointment at getting some nice shots at Nothe Fort ruined by me lazily auto-focusing, to use manual focus as much as possible. This way I'll get what I want in focus instead of what the camera decides. It took me exactly fourty-four shots to get this one - I had one other serious contender but the detail was clearer in this one.
I put it through Lightroom to boost the greens - basically I whacked all the sliders pertaining to the colour green up to 100.
I know that the bokeh in this shot isn't really bokeh, but the maximum I could stop the aperture down to was about 5.3ish and the background wasn't that far behind me. I got the focus right - took about half an hour though! I'd like to get at least one shot with some as-serious-as-I-can-get-for-the-aperture bokeh this week . . . just have to wait and see if I make it any further than the back yard.
I'm not going to deprive myself of Photoshop totally but for the time being I'm going to try and put some photo theory into practise.
Uh, and the reason I was wearing a beanie in the bright, warm sunshine was because I'd only just finished watching Match of the Day and hadn't had time to get ready. I had bedhead OK?! That might also explain why I look so damn rough - taking photos early in the morning is not good for the looks ha ha!
I'll finish talking about this shot by saying I'm really pleased how it's come out. I might even do a depth of field mini-series this week . . . if nothing else it'll be good practise. Real edgy stuff eh?
Yeah, right . . . ummm . . . what did I do today? Well, it didn't start off too well, I had to suffer watching Man Utd lose 2-1 to Liverpool on Match of the Day, much to Joe's delight. By all accounts we were complete arse and deserved to lose - and this is against Liverpool with two of their big players missing. Gutted.
Then I compouded my misery by tripping the electricity while making toast! It wasn't till about half an hour ago me and Lydia realised we hadn't turned the freezer back on so everything in it was slowly melting and/or going rotten. Bugger.
We had a band rehearsal this afternoon. Things didn't go too well to start with, none of us had learnt all the songs and we had to work really hard to get anything done. The songs we ran through today were:
Monkeywrench - Foo Fighters
Slide Away - Oasis
Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day (this one's for the punters, none of us are that into it)
Bodysnatchers - Radiohead
Enter Sandman - Metallica
It's fair to say that Bodysnatchers was a total bust - it sounds quite simple but when you break it down it's so bloody complicated! And it treads a very fine line between sounding great and sounding shite. We sounded like the latter. The trouble with it is that the guitar sound (actually the three different guitar parts and their sounds) has to be just right to make it work or it ends up sounding like a dirge. We've put that one on the backburner for a while.
Slide Away should've been easy, it's Oasis for god's sake, but I'd forgotten everything bar the main solo so it was a bit of a struggle. It was sounding better the last time we played it though so it might make it into the next set. Just needs tightening up.
Monkeywrench sounded pretty good straight off, again a bit more tightening up is all that's needed and I think that'll make it into the set for the next gig.
Wake Me Up . . . sounded pretty damn good from the outset. I had to learn it on the spot because I hadn't run through it before so when we figured out where the guitars drop in and out that actually sounded good.
Enter Sandman . . . we've played this one before at a gig but it was only because a load of people were shouting at us to play it after Wayne started jamming the riff. We made it up to the solo before it went tits-up but that made us think it'd be a good one to learn - people went mental for it!
We spent a good hour on it learning it in chunks, working out the stops and starts and putting the bits and pieces together, but still couldn't make it through the whole song in one go. It wasn't until the last run-through that we nailed it and even Lydia said it sounded really good. And she can't stand Metallica. I think we'll be playing it at out next gig (October 4th) and I'm really looking forward to it - we'll be playing a song by one of my favourite bands!
So after a tricky start we came away with four songs that should be gig ready after our next practise, which isn't bad. The most pleasing thing for me was that while it wasn't going well for a long time we all stayed cool, supported each other and there was no childish arguments, which a couple of months ago would've been par for the course. And because we all stayed cool we got something out of it, whereas before we'd have parted on bad terms and there would've been a barrage of accusing emails the next day. So three cheers for the new, all growed up Konar-T.
Here two trains have been crossed by the up going train, so they can now proceed further down to Vitznau. Switches are rather complicated with the cograil installation and the steep mountain side.
The Vitznau-Rigi-Bahn (VRB) was 1871 established as one of the first cog-railways to climb a mountain. Today it belongs to Rigibahnen, which includes the sister railway from Arth-Goldau and two cablecar operations.
Listening to people talk about the print publishing market is a bit like listening to people describe Rorschach inkblots – they see what they want to see. Some people view every newspaper or magazine closure as yet another coffin nail for the print sector. Others use every launch as an excuse to shout about a new ‘Golden Age’ of print.
The reality is much less black and white.
A complicated picture
There’s no disputing that mass market print is suffering, and for news suffering an inexorable decline. That’s why the biggest UK newspapers have abandoned the ABC circulation audit’s ‘negative narrative of decline’. And why even the Guardian with its “long-standing commitment to print” made its print circulation figures private this year.
For those UK national newsbrands still publicly audited, double digit circulation drops are more common than not.
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Here is the opening page for the "simple" instructions for making your own cool Spirographic shapes. I remember struggling to keep the colored ink en from ripping the paper and the pins holding the big wheel in place!
Imagine letting your child play with sharp map pins AND higher math--all by themselves!
BTW, this is the 1967 version--Kenner introduced the toy in 1966.
That's what I did when I was a kid--this isn't my set but it is the same one that I had. I never had the patience to make the more complicated diagrams.
I found this set, missing its four pens and two plastic wheels,, but with the map pins (under the blue storage case) and the original booklet of instructions.
Dedico esta fotografía a aequor celeste, por sus comentarios siempre motivadores y que me anima a buscar imágenes de nuestra hermosa Tierra.
Adjunto la hermosa canción de Phill Collins "Do You remember?"
Pulsar CTRL al mismo tiempo que el símbolo ♫♫
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Adjunto un fragmento del Río del Olvido, obra del escritor leonés Julio Llamazares: "Pozos, rabiones, gargantas, torrenteras, minúsculos sifones y cascadas se suceden y encadenan sin descanso haciéndole el camino cada vez más peligroso y complicado. Hojas y babas verdes se deslizan suavemente entre sus piernas obligándole a avanzar con gran cuidado. Hasta el final del río, la grieta no se abre, tenebrosa y sombría, a la mirada del que llega y hasta su misma boca las aristas ahogan el eco de la roca y el rumor torrencial de la cascada al despeñarse entre las piedras."
Ver vídeo por el mismo autor de las montañas de la cuenca alta del río Curueño y Torío:
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Deputy fragment River of Forgetfulness, work of writer Julio Leon Llamazares. "Well, rapids, gorges, ravines, waterfalls and traps tiny succeed and strung tirelessly making it increasingly dangerous and complicated road leaves and green slime slide gently between her legs forcing him to move with great care. till the end of the river, the crack does not open, dark and gloomy, the look that comes to his own mouth and edges drown the echo of the rock and pouring rumor waterfall between the rocks off a cliff. "