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Will it stay or will it go? I wanted a lighthouse that I could actually inhabit but this isnt it. I do love the look though.
It was the panorama competition at the camera club tonight. I'm not posting these in a lot of groups until I've caught up some more.
Last week, I was deciding which colour version to enter in the competition. In the end, I opted for the longer pano, but cropped off a lot of it from the right hand side as it wasn't as sharp as the rest of the photo.
After that, I converted it to B&W.
Dungeness.
A late in the day shot of this now apparent pale female Stonechat. It has now been re-indentified following a mix up with the DNA!! It was a case of hiding and waiting for the bird to come close which it did just before the sun went down too far.
I couldn't decide on which shot was my favourite so I will post this other shot too!!
There was a dream and one day I could see it
Like a bird in a cage I broke in
And demanded that somebody free it
And there was a kid with a head full of doubt
So I'll scream 'til I die
And the last of those bad thoughts are finally out
There's a darkness upon you that's flooded in light
And in the fine print They tell you what's wrong and what's right
And it flies by day and it flies by night
And I'm frightened by those who don't see it
- Avett Brothers "Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise"
Deciding who won. I guess the ducks have numbers on their backs, because they took several pictures of them before they started retrieving them.
tail fin and light of vintage Batmobile, duplicated/reflected and rotated; exhibited at the New York Historical Society museum
I can't decide if I'm bothered by the ghost in front of the pillar, but I loved the colors in the sky and reflecting on the railing.
Exposure 259.7
Aperture f/14
Focal Length 10 mm
ISO Speed 200
Camera: Nikon D90
Lens: Sigma 10-20mm f/4-5.6
B+W 110 ND 3.0 Filter
~Explored~
I couldn't decide what to upload today...anyway I went for another flower.
The image made the title pop into my mind...so how about a little bit of Stealers Wheel to accompany the image :o)
video.yahoo.com/watch/495418/2639257
...Clowns to left of me, jokers to the right, here I am stuck in the middle with you :o)
Textures by pareeerica:
Cracked Cement:
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Sunburnt:
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Explored 21.04.09 - #262
instead of discovering who you are, you become powerful when you decide who you are.
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Hair:
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Outfit:
#LANA The Chauveau Dress - ACE Event
Pose:
#LANA Chauveau Pose-3 - ACE Event
featured Backdrop:
*AR* - Cloud open stage and Swing from the Heavenly Care Set.
I just couldn't decide between this image and the last one, I think this image is a little sharper, but the last image shows the hoverflies sticky proboscis.
This looks like a Marmalade Hoverfly (Episyrphus balteatus) feasting on the pollen of a 'Stargazer lily'.
Taken while visiting family in Leicestershire, England.
I slightly darkened this image and added a touch of sharpness.
There comes a point in everyone's life where you must make a decision. Which path do you choose? One is safe, one is not...
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Il y a quelques années, j'ai réalisé la conception architecturale de ma maison et j'ai décidé que le sol serait en bois noble. Planches de vingt mètres dans la pièce principale.
J'ai attendu plusieurs mois pour obtenir l'autorisation d'acheter les planches de vingt mètres !
Si c'était encore aujourd'hui, je referais le sol en granit.
Arbres robustes de plus de vingt mètres de haut !
Je ferais le sol en granit même si j'adore le parquet en bois dans ma maison.
Il y a de nombreuses années, le mot écologie ne résonnait pas tellement dans mon âme.
Aujourd'hui, je marche parmi les arbres et j'écoute le vent qui souffle entre eux et j'ai l'impression de leur demander pardon.
Oui, les grands arbres sont aussi vivants que moi et sont beaucoup plus vieux que moi et je leur dois du respect.
Ivan
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A some years ago I did the architectural design of my house and decided that the floor would be made of noble wood. Twenty-meter boards in the main room.
I waited several months to get permission to buy the twenty-meter boards !
If it were still today, I would redo the floor in granite.
Robust trees over twenty meters high !
I would do the floor in granite even though I love the wooden floor in my house.
Many years ago, the word ecology did not resonate so much in my soul.
Today, I walk among the trees and listen to the wind blowing between them and I feel like I am asking them for forgiveness.
Yes, the big trees are as alive as I am and are much older than me and I owe them respect.
Ivan
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Deciding to get a little further back than the image I posted yesterday to use the granite rocks as a little more foreground interest. I was drawn to the early sun reflections of the rocks and the warm tones. I did make a small mistake though can you spot it?
Just a female Chaffinch from a couple of years ago but unpublished until now. I quite like the frosted branch in this one. The hardest decision was knowing how to crop - the birds is vertically too central for normal cropping for me but I could not leave out the top frosted branches so decide on this square crop.
1/320 sec - f5.6 - ISO 400 - 420mm
3 litre Christmas pudding
Just out of simmer oven - 10 hours at 120C in water.
a wee bit late this year but it will be fine.
I have been making this pudding recipe for a long time. I adapted it over the years, critically appraising each pudding and deciding on changes to the recipe. ..but after this experimental tweeking phase it has become a stable recipe for past decade.
The Cute Lepers - The Cute Lepers Christmas Song
Acte 2
The Spooky Cat Creeps
Part two
Entering her bedroom she shivered a little in the coldness that seemed to hang inside like a thicke damp blanket .
Daisie went straight away to the fireplace and lit it up for warmth.
Soon the welcomed sounds of cracking wood accompanied her as she started to get readyfor her bedtime routine.
Deciding to turn down the bed firts, not wishing to undress until the chilly room was a bit warmer, she lifted the heavy embroidered satin canopy.
And there was her Spooky Cat, curled up in the center, yawning and stretching after being disturbed.
“ ‘Ello you dickens!” She scolded him gently for beating her to bed.
The big yellow tomcat just looked at her, rather expectantly, before opening his mouth and whining for a nighttime snack!
“ Least you did not bring me a field mouse again silly thing!” She told him this as he looked at her in amazed shock that she wasn’t already off to fetch his kip!
“Wait a bloody second, How did you get in, then?” Daisie asked him with surprise!
But before he could answer( and yes cats do answer ones questions, but only in catspeak-winks), something mutely creeks from downstairs.
Daisie Jumped a bit at that, looking towards the open bedroom door and peering intio the dark hallway.
It wasn’t a normal creak, like one the old house usually makes. It was a creak like a foot would make , as if something downstairs was treading about with careful intent!
Daisie turned back to Spooky, smiling at his look of bewildered perplexity in his eyes, knowing full well he was becoming perturbed with her lack of action in the matter of the rumbling in his fat tummy!
“Not a ghost, that’s for sure, eh laddie!” She said, for she had never known any of the legendary ghostly spirits in the area of her hollow to have ever entered her house!
No reason to, since they all had either been hung, or murdered, outdoors…
Daisie then hears a scratchy record start up on the gramophone, there is now a jazz song lightly playing downstairs.
“Most definatley not a ghost !” she tells Spooky, whose tail is thumping on the bed as he impatiently awaits his snack, uncaring about any noise that didn’t sound like a mouse scurrying about!
But to his chagrin, Daisie turns and heads out of the bedroom, not taking his bowl with her…
With a subtle swishing of her long gown, she carefully walks down the steps, a questioning look upon her puzzled brow.
Reaching the bottom, she picks up her gown and silently treads along the thick carpet to the closed door of the sunroom.
Daisie sees the gramophone’s turntable moving as the wispy , static chords of the music emit from the tall horn above .
She spies a moving shadow from the corner of her eye.
A man in evening dress is standing in the shadows looking at her poster . His back is to her. She sees he is holding a goblet of wine in his hand as he is intently focused .
She has not been noticed...
The figure was too awfully shrouded in darkness to identify.
Definitely too solid to be a ghost.
Besides. she scolded herself, what ghost turns on a gramophone…!
Real or not ?, Daisie needed a closer look.
She gingerly stepped into the room, noticing as she did that the door to the outside patio is opened...
“Had she forgot to lock it? “ Daisie asked herself.
For no one had a key to it, except ....
“David...?”
She called out hopefully ... as the figure straightens at being caught out...
To be continued
I couldn't decide between this shot and the next shot to upload so you got two for the price of one today! I'd be interested to know which one you prefer.
Locomotive no.4277 pulls away from Goodrington Sands Station to make the climb up to Churston.
No. 4277 was built at the GWR's Swindon Works in 1920, Works No. 2857. It was painted in unlined green livery with "Great Western" on the tank sides. From 1934 a round GWR logo replaced the lettering, and this in turn was replaced in 1942 by the letters "G W R". In 1948 the locomotive passed into British Railways (BR) ownership and was given the power classification 7F. In BR ownership the livery was unlined black. It spent most of her working life in South Wales on freight trains and was withdrawn in 1964 from Aberbeeg Shed (BR shed code 86H).
4277 was moved to Woodham Brothers scrapyard in Barry, Glamorgan shortly after withdrawal and remained there for 20 years until 1986 when it was privately purchased.
In 2008 it was sold to the Dartmouth Steam Railway. The locomotive was then painted in lined GWR Brunswick Green livery. On 1 August 2008 it was named Hercules, the nameplates being located on the smokebox. The nameplates are historically inauthentic for this locomotive.
Beautiful Sunday lazing ard at home, decide to have my try at HDR'in using Photomatix after i was inspired by some of the HDR Pros in here (esp Artie). A tribute to him as he introduced a whole new persective in HDR Photography!
My 1st attempt at HDR!! ^^
Standard 3 exposure shot (+1..0..-1 EV) on tripod using Tokina11-16mm lens
Tonemapped generated HDR in Photomatix using detail enhancer option
Further touched up in Aperture 2 for the final product.
As i am relatively new in this so all comments, criticism and tips for improvements are welcome!! Thanks for ur visits and Happy Viewing!!! ^0^