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Apart from basic edits these clouds are shot as is
They are cirrus uncinus or Mare's tails.
The name is from Latin meaning "curly hooks".
They are commonly known as mares' tails because they look like horse's tails.
This is taken, yesterday over Mt Barker, South Australia, with an infrared converted camera in BW mode and together the a wide 16mm lens really exaggerates the cloud formations. Looking like a cloud explosion.
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bare speedlite on a wimberley macro arm camera left
off camera shoe cord triggered
ettl metered
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Watercolor on paper - 9,8" x 13,8"
From my blog: cristinaswatercolors.blogspot.com/2011/05/curly-and-bespe...
This is my first entry to the weekly Daily Paintworks challenge: The All about Me Challenge. How to say something, if not all about me, with a portrait? With the first things you can notice of me... curls and spectacles.
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Riccia e occhialuta
Acquerello su carta - 25 x 35 cm
Dal mio blog: cristinaswatercolors.blogspot.com/2011/05/curly-and-bespe...
Questa è la mia prima partecipazione alla "sfida" settimanale del Daily Paintworks: The All about Me Challenge.
Come dire qualcosa, se non tutto, su di me con un ritratto? Con le prime cose che potete notare di me... ricci e occhiali.
Echeveria variety "Curly Locks" in my collection in Sept. 2021. Lost due to freeze but I ordered another one!
This is a collection of meadow pipit shots I took on Skomer in July. They are quite heavily cropped, and I was never sure about them at the time of processing, but now that I don't have a camera perhaps its time for them to see the light of day. The top one looks over sharpened now I've put it on flickr, but it didn't look like that in Lightroom.
They look so pretty in the setting sun, and the plants are overloaded with seeds. The plant itself gets gangly and rough looking, with our currently topping out at 6 feet (I think, I know they are taller than I). Apparently the seeds are edible, as are the young leaves. I have never tried them, so I will trust the reports.
I am considering an album called "Some lovely aspects of homely weeds" or somesuch.
I have seen him before, playing his bagpipes nonstop beside the iron fence surrounding historic Osgoode Hall in downtown Toronto. Needless to say, he cuts a dashing figure at the corner of University Ave. and Queen St. and the drone of his pipes livens up the intersection. He has a hat on the pavement for donations.
Having been interested in this man for a long time, today I finally decided to stop and approach him for a photo. He kindly nodded his permission when I said I am doing a photography project and kept on playing. He paused briefly, just long enough to announce that he felt a drip on his nose and “that will never do when I’m being photographed.” We both laughed but before I could engage him in conversation, he inflated the bladder of his bagpipe and the notes were once again flowing. I took a couple of extra photos. Realizing that it would be impolite to interrupt his playing, I thanked him, made a donation, and headed for my class which was just two blocks away. I intend to meet him again under more favorable circumstances and find out more about him.
The next couple of times I looked for him he was not there. Then, two weeks later, I caught him as he stood by the fence with his pipes packed up into a metal case which was hanging from his shoulder. He was waiting on the corner for a streetcar. I introduced myself and said I had photographed him a couple of weeks ago and wanted to confirm if it was ok to use his photo in my Human Family project on Flickr. He smiled and said “Of course.” Just then his streetcar arrived and we were saying goodbye. All I could manage was to ask him his name and age. He looked back over his shoulder as he climbed onto the streetcar and said “I’m Curly and I’m 54. Just a kid.” I gave him a thumbs up and thanked him. I sensed his friendliness and sense of humor. It’s a shame we’ve not had a chance to actually chat.
Twice frustrated in getting his story, I at least had enough information to look him up on the internet where I found the following: “Curly Reynolds has been piping for thirty-four years, and has covered a great deal of the world doing it. He attributes his start to “kind of a family curse”, and started learning to play in his backyard in Picton, Ontario. Since then he’s had a varied career, playing for the military, World Cup football events, the clientele at Chateau Lake Louise, the Olympics, and Keifer Sutherland’s wedding guests!” I also found this clip of him playing his bagpipes in Toronto’s Kensington Market: www.mp3tunes.tk/download?v=H9EqwV-k4vY.
Thank you Curly for allowing me to photograph you for my Human Family project on Flickr. I look forward to hearing your pipes again in the future. You really play those bagpipes nicely and you are a part of the fabric (tartan) of Toronto.
This is my 209th submission to The Human Family Group on Flickr.
You can view more street portraits and stories by visiting The Human Family.
Additional note: In conversation with my Flickr friend Richard Pilon, I found out he had photographed Curly six years ago. Richard gave permission for me to include this link to his photo of Curly: flic.kr/p/b9aWgV. Thanks Richard.
This years Dahlias are very big with very interesting colors and style,
So far I have three plants in bloom and others with buds emerging, I like it like this, it gives me longer blooming season,
One from a long time ago when I was experimenting with different looks. I still have this wig as it looks good with some period dresses in my wardrobe.