Dealing with Ducks
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Part of getting through life is accepting, and dealing with, our weaknesses. Which doesn't mean they aren't still a pain in the butt.
Me, I'm over-sensitive to all kinds of sensory input - and input affecting my sensors. For instance, even in August in our constant ocean breezes, I daren't go outside without my ears covered.
This is, of course, a huuuge pain. When everyone else is out in shorts and bathing suits, I'm sweating with a big fleecy band around my head. It sucks, but the alternative (excruciating ear aches) sucks a whole lot worse.
I'm also overly sensitive to noise. And bright light. Especially bright flashing light that hits my eyes unexpectedly. So... imagine how much fun I am as a companion at a rawk show. Normally I take along ear plugs. Last night I forgot.
I guess I was lulled into complacency by the fact that the show was at a theatre. A play house. A place I last attended in my teens, when I saw some Shakespearean production there. So yeah... I went in plugless. And immediately regretted it. Still... I was up for enjoying myself... until the %$(*&$%(&ing light show started.
I can't imagine whose idea it was to flash big spotlights directly into the audience's eyes repeatedly throughout the night. Probably the same wise person who decided a super-bright sign behind the band... illuminated by 10,000 1,000 watt bulbs... was also a very good thing to flash repeatedly in the audience's eyes.
What really amazed me was that no one else seemed bothered. Whereas I was in several sorts of agony all night.
The bright flashing lights. Fuck, man. I thought I was gonna have a seizure or something. I ended up spending most of the night doubled over with my head in my lap, eyes closed, hands clamped over my face. Every time I tried to enjoy actually watching the band... zappo! Unexpected blasts of super-bright white light set off pinball explosions in my brain.
So today is pretty much a write-off. Migraine city, man.
And I HATE HATE HATE that my body is so delicate.
I'm from sturdy peasant stock. Why am I so fragile? Why do things that normal people take in stride disable me?
Sorry for the whining self-pity. Kee-rist. At least I know, without a doubt, that I am now too old for rawk shows. Goodbye youth. Your time has come and gone. From now on I'll just satisfy myself by listening to records at home.
Brrr! ....dealing with sub zero temps and a blast of snow this Bison is truly experiencing the cold. Usually get steam out of its nostrils but think with the daylight it didn't show all that well.
Amsterdam - Mercatorplein
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The square received its name per council decision 30 January 1924. In the process, the square was named after the cartographer Gerardus Mercator. Streets in the surrounding area were also named after cartographers and explorers. Mercator Street was named a year later.
The square lies at the junction of Hoofdweg and Jan Evertsenstraat. The latter street lies on the north side of the square. Hoofdweg has a kink here; it arrives at the south-east point and leaves again at the north-west point but until the reconstruction in 1995, traffic drove northbound on the east side of the square. Mercatorstraat (from the north) and Van Spilbergenstraat also exit the square, both by means of a gateway.
The square was built on the territory of the municipality of Sloten, annexed in 1921. This municipality had previously drawn up plans for a new housing estate west of Baarsjesweg and Admiraal de Ruijterweg, but the plans were implemented in modified form by the Amsterdam municipality as part of Plan West.
The square was laid down to a design by Hendrik Petrus Berlage in 1925; he also designed all the buildings erected at the square between 1925 and 1927. The Dirk van den Broek supermarket chain had its first branch on Mercatorplein in 1942. The original milk shop opened Amsterdam's first self-service shop here in 1948. From this, over the years, the retail chain evolved. This branch is also the largest shop on the square (data 2019).
The Mercatorbuurt (the area around the square) had not gotten a too good name due to neglect and drug dealing in the 1980s. From 1995, the buildings around the square were renovated and the northern buildings were completely renewed according to the original design. The demolished tower was also rebuilt, restoring much of the square's beauty. A car park was built under the square with an entrance at the corner of Hoofdweg and Cabralstraat (named after Portuguese sailor Pedro Álvares Cabral). In the process, the park-like setting with blossom trees disappeared and paving took its place, with the central part being done in concrete in three brown tones as a map of the world according to the mercator projection, with the equator of this map running parallel to the actual equator.
The square was reopened in June 1998 after a major refurbishment. Berlage's layout was partly lost and was exchanged for a design by Wytze Patijn and Michal Kolmas. The reopening, following the revitalisation of the Amsterdam School-style neighbourhood, was celebrated in the presence of Queen Beatrix. Partly due to the improvements in the Mercator neighbourhood at the time, many people chose relatively cheap housing there and the square became gentrified.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.
Rabindranath Tagore
Intro
Mild Orange - Foreplay (2018)
Sweeter Memories
Todd Rundgren - Something/Anything? (1972)
Weird Fishes
Radiohead - In Rainbows (2007)
Music video directed: Tobias Stretch.
Lately a message talks about a place in the world
Little by little the mystery begins to uncurl
Snakey's awakey and he wants a little piece o' the pie
C'monna, why'want to, surely this'll cause you to die
C'mon over here, take this and stick it down your throat
Hope you don't choke on it
Attacked by monsters
Kissing dogs
Academics dealing with taxonomy tend to be either lumpers or splitters, with genetics playing a bigger role with technological advances. This species was once lumped in with green herons and striated herons as green-backed herons. Some have split off the striated herons and included the dark morph of the Galapagos lava heron in that group. Yet others split off the lava heron as its own species since adults are very distinctively different from striated herons. They look great regardless of their name. This image is from the archives.
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ISO 100 1/800th @ f/5.6
( Apologies for the delay in posting and dealing with emails, folks, but I had a rather large tree fall across my entrance drive in the night and it has taken me all day to clear it.)
The fog was just starting to burn off for this fisherman at Jackson Lake, Grand Teton National Park, Teton County, Wyoming
Apologies for the quietness, still dealing a bit with Lyme fall out and trying to focus on studying for a course.
Anyway this is a place called Burton Bradstock further down the coast past Weymouth. Went there on a bit of a whim and found ourselves on a never ending road to get there. It would have been a wasted journey had I not got there just in time to catch some decent light on the cliffs as the sunset was a bit of a non event. I was delighted to be presented with a pristine beach probably due to the tide rushing in and out.
I did get caught by a rogue wave and my filter holder and filter was suddenly no longer on my camera. Fortunately I found them undamaged. You have to be a bit careful here, no way would I walk directly under the cliffs, if you look closely there are some people doing just that.
I hope everyone has a spooktacular Sunday x
Dealing with Home repairs today. On the phone with installers, suppliers, etc. Started me wishing I was back to a recent morning when I visited the Pacific Ocean... and relaxed in the Sun ;-)
"Manic Monday" is a song by the American pop rock band the Bangles, which was the first single released from their second studio album, Different Light (1986). The song was written by American musician Prince, under the pseudonym "Christopher".
Lyrically, it describes a woman who is waking up to go to work on Monday, wishing it was still Sunday so that she could continue relaxing.
iPhone 13 Pro Max, 1/1800 @ f/1.8, ISO 32, edited to taste)
Inhabitants of this village showed a lot of creativity in dealing with the limitations of their natural geography. The small port can only accommodate a few boats at a time, so the others are lined up in water in trouble or kept on dry land at the pier. The houses go up the extremely steep slopes huddled together.
I’ve been dealing with a head cold since the Chiefs parade, so it was nice to be able to get out today and catch a few shots while it was snowing today. This creek is found in Parkville, Missouri and is easy access right off the road. My inital idea was to shoot the park benches in the English Landing Park with the snow falling down all around but this ended up being my favorite of the day. Just a simple straight shot from the bridge overlook. You can almost get this shot from inside your car if you wanted. Lol
Mike D.
Winter and real frost in the Chilterns! But nature has its ways of dealing with this cold period. It has prepared already for the end of winter. It is just hibernating.
The secretive Gray Catbird, with its distinctive cat-like
mewing note, is a common winter resident in Florida.
Many pass through the state during migration.
Gray Catbirds are one of the most common species that non-birders in their range are likely to have never seen nor identified. The catbird’s rather bland coloration – slate gray with a black cap and chestnut under the tail – doesn’t attract attention, and unlike their cousins, the mockingbirds, that often sing from exposed perches, catbirds prefer to sing their jumbled songs from cover. And it is the sounds that catbirds make that give them their name and makes it at all likely that their presence will be noted.
Gray Catbirds, to put it simply, have a call note that sounds like a cat with a scratchy and short meow. This sound emanating from a tangle of brush can easily fool those not in the know. The song of the Gray Catbird, however, is nothing like a cat meowing: like the mockingbird and thrasher the catbird often mimics other birds and sounds but it tends not to repeat itself. The rule of thumb is that if a phrase is repeated three times in a row it is a mockingbird, it it is repeated twice a thrasher is singing, and if each phrase of the song is sang just once one is dealing with a catbird.
I found this one in my backyard in Lake Wales, Polk County, Florida.
Dealing with a bad exposure and ISO 4 000 took a lot of post-work, but I was so excited to have a five-minute encounter with this dapper male redstart that I still wanted to share this on flickr. Was one of those total surprises as I went out shooting in our apartment complex for an hour before work and out of the blue, this handsome little chap showed up and I managed to get quite a few pictures of him before he flew off.
Topaz Denoise saved this image and the D500 seems to handle noise fairly well all considered.
Reduced from the original image.
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I'll let you hold me
You don't control me
You want it bad, bad, bad
Want it bad, bad, bad
Keeping you waitin'
Special occasion
Oh, are you mad, mad, mad?
Are you mad?
You must not know who you're dealing with
Tell 'em
All the boys' necks break
When they look at me
'Cause my shape too bomb
Call it TNT
Yeah, I got it from my mama
Thank G-O-D
I'm a bad little thing
And I ain't sorry
Sometimes, I drown them. They re-surface! They get a voice. I stare them down! Telling them that they are unwanted, that I need to let the image come up. They finally keep quiet - for a moment.
This is my second instalment for the CPTSD collection, the purpose of this is to highlight not only the cruelty of constant name calling, but just how it sticks in the mind. Even as I typed, printed and stuck these all over the wall, the memories come back. School bullies, toxic relationships, toxic family members, internet trolls, tyrannical bosses, the list goes on and on. One thing is for sure, bullying, in no matter what format it may occur, you never forget it.
Now you're probably wondering about the mask, well, this photo nails two aspects in one, not only bullying in the form of name calling and/or put downs, but also a type of coping mechanism. As a way to handle the constant onslaught of verbal abuse, a young mind such as a child, will adopt a idiosyncratic identity, like a virtual character mask, i.e. act like a clown anyway and the real identity beneath is protected; but of course this has a huge back firing aspect, the true identity behind and the coping mechanism are all one and the same thing, bullies also then start to see you more so as the clown/freak they think you already are, so in essence, you become what they perceive you as, and the bullying just gets worse.
And of course, when you act like a clown, no one really takes you seriously when you complain about said bullying, as many now see you as the instigator, even though it was designed to help cope with it all, but the question remains, how the bloody hell is a bullied child supposed to explain that?!
I hope everyone is well and as always, thank you. :)
PS: been a bit slow putting up new material as I have been dealing with yet another episode of depression this week. Urgh! Which will more than likely be the subject of my next photo.
I am the eye in the sky, looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules, dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
There is almost nothing worse for a landscape photographer than clear blue, cloudless skies. Software companies tell you to just “replace the sky” in software and add a new sky. In my opinion, doing that the image ceases to be a photograph and is now a digital composite with credit shared between the photographer, and whoever created the canned sky. Rather than faking it with cheap AI features, just tilt the camera down to feature more of the foreground. Thats what was done on this image from a series documenting the Hoodoos on medium format film.
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Dealing with the cold...sure there looking for open water !
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I had flashbacks to several years ago when the Y-SPMP ran religiously in the evenings most days. One could head down to St. Anthony without a clue as to what was going on and score a nice all-EMD, all-standard cab consist. Things have changed since then and this move was a nice throwback to years past. The quad set of 40s bring a transfer into East Minneapolis and head through what was once the GN Jct interlocking.
(Thank you, Andie, for introducing me to this haunting song 💕)
I swore the days were over
Of courtin empty dreams
I worshipped at the altar of losing everything
And the guard I held together
Was losing all its shape
And in my head you looked so gorgeous
It's keeping me awake
There's a scar on my soul
So let me down easy
Break my heart sweetly
Like you always do
I guess I can't let go
Til you wreck me completely
Break my heart sweetly
Drape me in blue
I was never scared of nothin
Thought I had a home
Life went and broke me open
So I carried it alone
I'm findin all this well-worn sadness
I never knew I kept
And I still chase you into heartache
every time you take a step.
There's a scar on my soul
So let me down easy
Break my heart sweetly
Like you always do
I guess I can't let go
Til you wreck me completely
Break my heart sweetly
Drape me in blue
I swore the days were over
of courtin empty dreams
I worshipped at the altar
of losing everything
But you had a halo made of diamonds
Resting on your head
I should be dealing with my demons
But I'm dodgin' them instead.
There's a scar on my soul
So let me down easy
Break my heart sweetly
Like you always do
I guess I can't let go
Til you wreck me completely
Break my heart sweetly
Drape me in blue
After dealing with a career filled with deadlines and pressures I try to avoid those situations now. When I participate in art shows I often get asked to come out and photograph people's barns but I rarely do. But a family of siblings asked me to photograph this deteriorating heritage of their great-grandfather who built this barn in the late 1800s and I found it hard to turn them down.
I've been grieving a lot on these past months, and been keeping to myself because each has a way of dealing with it. But maybe I wanted to avoid the overall feeling of pity that puts everyone in an awkward situation like if we're not aware of the conditional mortality we've been all imposed to.
Still processing that, don't come at me.
Today, as I was continuing to shoot the Colonia apartments, I read on the news that Rita Lee passed away. And let me tell you, she left a lot behind to be celebrated.
Death, even if it is the only thing we can be sure of, shouldn't be banalized. It should, instead, be naturalized so we can actually process the feelings and the memories we have of those who aren't physically amongst us anymore. There is a difference there.
I can only be grateful for have lived in the same time that she did, even though she has been kicking ass way before I was born. And I hope you'll encounter my dear ones wherever you are now. They're good people, kind of badass like you too.
Thank you for everything, Rita. You definitely rocked our worlds ♥
A detective dealing with a psychotic criminal..
Captured using two characters with one avi.
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The rain had fallen for several days. When I ventured outside during one break in the weather, I found this little flower bending toward the ground.
The weight of the water collected on the petals was more than the flower could bear. Upon reflection, I found myself thinking how alike people and plants are.
Life can overwhelm us with outside forces. Being able to bend with the weight of adversity and still rise afterwards is a measure of often unseen strength.
We've been dealing with a drought and temperatures consistently in the high 80's for the last several weeks. But today, all of that changed. Storms and rain arrived along with a substantial drop in temperatures. And it looks like the the cooler weather is here to stay.
Fall usually arrives in September in this area. But I've never seen it come so rapidly. And, coincidentally, on the equinox.
Elgin, Illinois 41.995577,-88.340290
September 22, 2024
My first Feels like Fall shot of 2024!
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Birds don’t have any sweat glands, so they have to deal with heat in a different way than us humans. Often we can see birds having their beaks open during warm days - and that is indeed how they cool down: they pant and through evaporation in their beaks, they get rid of heat. For Buffy fish owls (Ketupa ketupu), we could think they could also regulate heat by “going swimming” when they prey for food, but in fact they never get more than their feet wet. As other birds, the Buffy also pants and with a larger throat section visible expanding and contracting, they quickly move air through their open beaks. In the picture you can see this in the blurry section of its throat, which was moving quickly, and at 1/20th of a second of exposure didn’t give a sharp image.