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Fluorescent Rosella
When the weather is poor, raining and so overcast I need to use high ISO and wear rain gear, I just find old photos to re-process.
In a tree, beside my car.
Photographic notes:
The magic of using a (super) telephoto lens is the "bokeh" effect.
I had other fixed focal length lens in my kit, though using the 300mm lens, I was able to use a very small aperture to improve front-to-back depth-of-field for the flower, yet render a very nice bokeh. The reasons for 1600 ISO were: It was an overcast day, and about to start drizzling rain, so not a lot of available light, though the photo was taken just after 1:00 p.m. on a Winter afternoon, in the southern hemisphere. Also, as I was not using a tripod, and not steady, I decided to use a shutter speed double my focal length, as a minimum. The combination of a maximum 1600 ISO and 1/640sec dictated f/10.0, though I would have preferred f/16.0, so there was a very real decision process for the photographic outcome I sought to render.
A gentle reminder about copyright and intellectual property-
Ⓒ Cassidy Photography (All images in this Flickr portfolio)
“No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.” ― Ansel Adams
Let's shake up the photostream again! :) Discovered this while walking alongside a river passing under a highway bridge. While I wouldn't necessarily appreciate seeing this everywhere, I do appreciate it as a form of art--it takes a kind of talent I don't have!
Sometimes you must hand over your camera to strangers and ask that they get as much of your face in the shot as they can. Here we did just that and were lucky to have what you see.
Alina is as beautiful as ever, though the impact her eyes usually have over a man's soul is not recorded well in this image. I, Cristian Ioja, feel a day older and since I'm not approaching the age of 27, it does not really matter anymore. It is clear to me now that the shape a man is in, dictates how old he feels.
There are other considerations, Groucho was not the first to suggest it, but I shall keep those to myself.
Speaking of statements made by Mr. Marx, here is one of my favorites, "Die, my dear? Why that's the last thing I'll do!"
Went for a walk down the river tonight with the dogs. No real intention of photography, so left tripod in the car, but took the camera just in case.
So sod's law dictates I was met by a lovely sunset and pearlescent reflective tones.. So this is handheld, with the ISO pushed to 640.
This hotel was very popular before decay dictates the beat of time. In older days it was something between difficult and impossible to get an overnight stay there. Now the demolition excavator is the only thing the place is waiting for.
Have a good start into the new week and thanks for spending your time.
Nikon D7200; Sigma 17-50 f/2.8 EX DC OS HSM
17 mm; f/7.1; 1/40 s; ISO 400
Edit: Many thanks to all of you for beeing explored [05.02.2018].
Hey guys!
A few days ago I visited a friend in Germany.
When I arrived at the company where he works,
I didn't know what to do to open the gate....
...lift your skirt and spread your legs slightly.
As you know: Supply dictates demand.
After a few minutes the problem was solved... Open Sesame! :-)
By the way, you can visit me on instagram now: Jennarogersforyou
Keep in touch :-)
This image is protected by copyright. Don`t use it without my permission.
Jenna Rogers
Dictated for ☆ Susyfox ☆
Thank you Dear friend, for all the work for my new group
Carolina's farm friends
you are a star
Big Thank you and a Big Kissssss
greetings caroline and all the farm animals
he Hobart Building is an office high rise located at 582–592 Market Street and Montgomery Street in the financial district of San Francisco.[1] It was completed in 1914 after only eleven months, which led to accusations that it had been constructed with a degree of recklessness,[2] and was at the time the second tallest building in the city, its 21 floors standing 87 metres (285 ft) high.[1][3]
Reputed to be the favorite commercial building of its designer, Willis Polk,[4] its sculpted terra cotta exterior with Baroque ornamentation, and handcrafted brass and Italian marble interior are a noted example of neoclassicist architecture.[2] Its unusual shape was dictated by the site, which was an asymmetric polygon, and since a neighboring structure was torn down, exposing one flank, it is now even more idiosyncratic and striking.
Seminole County, Florida, USA.
This is the Econlockhatchee River in eastern Seminole County, not far from the city of Orlando. A very short trail leads to this spot from the Little Big Econ State Forest picnic pavilion off Snow Hill Road in Geneva. No doubt sunrise here is spectacular but sadly my schedule dictated only a visit in the late and shiny afternoon.
A collaborator from Corporacion Juntos Construyendo Futuro dictates a workshop about breeding, to mothers from Barranquilla Colombia.
Yesterday & today have been quite nice weather wise. This mornings sunrise was beautiful but work dictated no photography. Such is life.
We always try to impose our feelings on animals like this and I’m not sure that they any type of feelings or if its merely instinctive reactions dictated by millions of years of evolution. The expression on the face is always the same and the reactions are always unpredictable. This lumpy lizard merely slid slowly off into the bayou to my right. I told him he had a muddy nose, but his poker face never changed. Never play poker with an alligator….they always eat the cards. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou and roughly 10 feet long.
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Just a not to all of my contacts. After I posted this shot yesterday, Flickr locked up and I could not comment on anyone’s photos and could not access any of my photos either. When I attempted to open a photo, it would not resolve on the screen and I could not sign out of Flickr. Things seem to be back to normal this morning and I’ll try to get to everyone’s photos ASAP!! Thank you for your comments thank you for patience as well. Enjoy your day.
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DSL_9766uls
"Feelings and emotions are unstable.
And should never be the reason for your decisions and choices that you make.
They cannot be trusted,
and should never be the grounds which you base your moral integrity on.
If you allow your feelings and emotions to dictate your life,
they will always mislead and be the master of you.
Instead, trust your intuition;
that little bell we so often ignore.
Learn how to tap into it.
It's the silver lining behind the dark fog and clouds
that our feelings and emotions present."
-Geraldine Vermaak
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University of Victoria Alumni Trail connector from Cedar Hill Cross Road. I cycled 8.6km this morning repositioning this bike to a designated area as dictated by Ubikes new policy.
N.B. The designated area is beside Shelbourne at Cedar Hill X Road beside Shelbourne Village Square busstop.
#AB_FAV_COLOURS_ 🎨
"Photography is a craft that is acquired over many years!"
And the camera is only the tool!
When not 'dictated' by a client, I take images that come out of my brain, the birth of the idea, the development of it, my vision and the creation, my enjoyment and the challenge, the hype and the anticipation, the struggle and disappointment of the failures, the gathering of your courage to try again... the stamina, the madness some love to call passion?
The playing with light, to me, the ultimate high, I don't need anything else. Once the image is there, I'm content, and if it 'inspires' others, releases an emotion, that's wonderful!
And I've seen how my photos have 'inspired' many!
I'm not stupid to think that everybody is going to like, let alone understand my image, but I can easily live with that, because I do not have that expectation!
I, in the first place, have to be happy with it, the quality, the composition, EVERYTHING, it has to be immaculate, I have to stand by it 100% or the outside world will NEVER see it!
That goes for my pro AND my free work (what you see here).
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I hope that you enjoyed my 'rave'?
Take care, all the best and above all... enjoy your photography.
If the day comes I don't enjoy it anymore... I'll GIVE AWAY all my gear (it's a lot, gathered over the years, please don't hold your breath, heeeee), M, (*_*)
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rainbow, colours, circle, loops, loop, skipping-rope, jump-rope, rope, knotted toy, "conceptual art", studio, black-background, colour, design, square, "Magda indigo"
My entry for the 5th annual Summer Joust. Category: Tri-Colour
The rules of the competition dictated that I use a maximum of 3 colours to build a medieval MOC of my choice. The limitation on colour left me with little room for my customary style of employing vibrant colours to make my creations stand out, forcing me out of my comfort zone – which meant I had to get creative.
I decided to capitalize on the confined colour palette by adopting a simplistic, elegant style to match it. I’ve used white curved slopes to represent the city walls, grey regular slopes for the mountains, and a circular sand green base built on its side for the fields of Pelennor – all of which contribute to that simple, elegant appearance. I’m not entirely satisfied with how the half-circle base turned out (my supply of sand green is minimal, unfortunately), but overall I’m quite happy with the finished model.
I made two sketches and liked both so I let the materials I found to dictate which one I made. However, I think I’ll add both of them to the list of fashion I want to produce in my own fashion line in the future.
Long exposure on a cold, snowy day. It means that this time the exposure was dictated strictly by my frozen fingers. Sorry, I could't wait much longer, but only for two cars (20 min).
Wanted a reasonably looking carriage at a reasonable price hence Vinyl stickers(Oracal 751 Series Beige Brown 804) instead of LEGO windows.
Black roof was dictated by parts availabilty(most models including OO are dark gray). But looking at archive colour footage of in service carriages. Roofs are black from smoke.
3d Printed Parts :-
8 x Medium wheels.
4 x Buffers
Excerpt from www.ristorantemiky.it/eng/:
In the sunny heart of the Cinque Terre in Monterosso al Mare, the most famous holiday destination in Liguria, In 1980 Michele and Simonetta gave life to their dream: to create a restaurant where you can discover the genuine traditional flavors of the Cinque Terre. Over the years the restaurant acquires great consensus from its clientele and from the guides of the sector joining the Michelin guide in 1990 which assigns him two forks and then he joined the Touring guide, Espresso guide, Gambero Rosso and numerous magazines in the sector. Daughter Sara and husband Boris continue their journey. To date, the whole family isactively engaged with the heart and passion in the restaurant where the Ligurian tradition is revived and elaborated in a modern way.
Miky: "It is the ambition to give my best day by day that pushes me to follow a path dictated by the desire for research. My inspiration and the perennial desire to want to amaze, to tickle the palate, to invite my guests to a pleasure trip, in the name of quality, freshness and genuineness. If freshness determines the quality of the product, the origin is its first prerogative. The Miky restaurant does not accept compromises and has always focused on raw materials possibly at zero km from local fishermen.
Boris supports Miky in the kitchen in the choice of raw materials and in the preparation of new dishes and in the preparation of pasta, all strictly home made from spaghetti alla chitarra to stuffed pasta. Simonetta and Sara are in charge of the Sala, they are the ones who take care of pampering customers making them feel at home.
The wines are carefully chosen with particular attention in the proposal of local wines.
Simonetta: "It is important to offer the customer a wine from our territory, to make him understand what is behind a bottle; the love and heroism of our small producers sho face daily in cultivating our landa s wonderful as it is hard, harsh and difficult. The wine list consist in about 250 types of wine and along side small local producer salso seen large national producers.
American Aligator - Biolab Road, Canaveral National Seashore, Wilson, Florida
Yup, this guy was a youngun'
(as you can see from the size of its eye's).
It seems physics dictates that eye's need to be an optimal/specific size to function at their best, so the size of a critters eyes increases as fast as possible until their body size can accommodate the proper eye size, and then their eyes pretty much remain that size throughout the rest of their lives. So considering how "big" this guy's eyes are, I'd estimate it to be 3 - 4 feet in length, and those same eyes will look quite small by the time this guy is 10 feet or more, but it will still be able to see you walking along the water's edge from a long way off.
Of all the scum-ridden places in the galaxy, Borgo Prime was probably on the top of the list. At least my list. I had sworn I’d never return to this forsaken place. Recent events dictated otherwise, and I was in no position to disagree with a direct order from Lord Hassat. He knew of my connection to Borgo, and was quite clear that he wanted me to look into this.
Shippings had stopped, and our contacts had gone silent. I was sent to Borgo Prime to reestablish our relationship. Since Reaper Squad was still rebuilding, I had hired a local to set up a meeting. For some reason Djina’s spirit seemed the exact opposite of mine. The closer we got to Borgo Prime, the lighter she felt. On the final approach, she almost seemed gitty. I knew something was off.
After landing, we made our way to Krulo Town. The section of Borgo Prime, where Krulo the Hutt had his first headquarters. After taking control of Borgo Prime, Krulo had since taken residence in the fancier part of the rock. Fancy by Borgo standards at least. For some reason the meeting was set in the old maintenance district, where they process incoming and outgoing cargo. I was almost certain I was walking into a trap, so my mission had to be improvised.
We approached an old venting shaft, with a massive hole in the side. The place was crawling with Krulo’s enforcers, and security forces I didn’t recognize. We went inside, and the towering Hutt was already waiting for us. Djina walked up next to the Hutt and whispered something. She looked almost proud. Then she took her place at his side. She wasn’t subtle. She had sold me out.
The Hutt's mouth widened into a smile, as he leaned back.
“Chobaso mah bukee, chobaso banki danko.” *translated from Huttese: “Welcome my boy, welcome home.”
He was pushing all of my buttons, and I had to pick my words carefully. Most of all I just wanted to put a blaster bolt between his eyes.
“Let’s drop the pleasantries Krulo. I see you’ve made some new friends. How do you think this makes us feel?”
“Bu kacmahea doth banieie. Tee-tocky che uba bai moova mee bai Krulo” *translated from Huttese: “The Empire is dead. Time for you to return to Krulo.”
Krulo’s men seemed on edge. He knew that this would not end the way either of us wanted. Krulo didn’t offer a choice. I could join him or die.
“It seems I cannot change your mind. I will let my master know that Borgo Prime no longer supports our cause.” I knew it while I said it. These could be my last words.
The Hutt chuckled, and looked past me. I felt screaming pain to the back of my head, and everything went black.
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This was one of those builds that start with some table-scaps, gets out of hand, and evolves from there. I knew I wanted to do a vent thing, inspired by Ordo Eris from JEDI: Fallen Order, and I knew I wanted to incorporate the UniStar logo somehow. It basically grew from there.
Head over to www.swfactions.net to see more awesome builds and stories!
Thanks for reading and watching.
#AbFav_MONOCHROME
Photography is a craft that is acquired over many years!
When not 'dictated' by a client, I take images that come out of my brain, the birth of the idea, the development of it, my vision and the creation, my enjoyment and the challenge, the hype and the anticipation, the playing with light, to me, the ultimate high, I don't need anything else.
Once the image is there, I'm content, and if it 'inspires' others, releases an emotion, that's wonderful!
And I've seen how my photos have 'inspired' many!
I'm not stupid to think that everybody is going to like, let alone understand my image, but I can easily live with that, because I do not have that expectation!
I, in the first place, have to be happy with it, the quality, the composition, EVERYTHING, it has to be immaculate, I have to stand by it 100% or the outside world will NEVER see it!
That goes for my pro AND my free work (what you see on here).
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Take care, all the best and above all... enjoy your photography.
If the day comes I don't enjoy it anymore... I'll GIVE AWAY all my gear (it's a lot, gathered over the years, please don't hold your breath, heeeee), M, (*_*)
For more: www.indigo2photography.com
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved
People don't want Congress dictating what light fixtures they can use.
Joe Barton
OK, so I have a thing for this Ikea light fixture! I laid on the floor to get this shot. Then I remembered that getting back up ain't as easy as it used to be....
The large amphitheatre was built according to the dictates of Hellenistic architecture. In the period between 200-150 BC, and enlarged later by the architect Artorious. It is built in an area of natural space,
To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but to so love wisdom as to live according to its dictates a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust.
-Henry David Thoreau
No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.
Ansel Adams
Un rendez-vous croquis dans le village de Nadaillac , tout près de chez moi et très joli , d'un calme ravissant . La chaleur impose le choix de l'ombre .
A sketch meeting in the village of Nadaillac, very close to my home and very pretty, delightfully calm. The heat dictates the choice of shade.
National Trust: (www.nationaltrust.org.uk/stourhead/features/the-world-fam...)
With hills, water and classical architecture overlaid by a fabulous collection of trees and shrubs, Stourhead was described as ‘a living work of art’ when first opened in the 1740s. Meandering paths offer vistas through trees to classical temples and surprises at every turn. Stourhead is breathtaking in any season but on sunny spring and autumn days, the flowering spring shrubs and the flaming autumnal colours of the trees reflected in the magnificent lake are breathtaking.
Henry ‘the Magnificent’ was one of a small group of early eighteenth-century ‘gentleman gardeners’ using their acres to create a particularly personal landscape which expressed their hopes and beliefs about the world and their journey through it. His vision, recreating a classical landscape, depended on water.
The centre piece of the garden at Stourhead is the lake, which dictates the path you take and the views you enjoy. The damming of the river and the creation of the lake was an ambitious undertaking. Henry ‘the Magnificent’ and his architect Henry Flitcroft planned it before work began on the garden buildings such as the Temple of Flora, Pantheon and Grotto.
The original planting of the garden was undertaken by a team of 50 gardeners, who planted and tended beech, oak, sycamore, Spanish chestnut, ash and holm oak.
Date: 10/30/2018
Reflection on CCC 847 (LG 16: cf. DS 3866-3872)
“Those who, through no fault of their own, do not know the Gospel of Christ or his Church, but who nevertheless seek God with a sincere heart, and, moved by grace, try in their actions to do his will as they know it through the dictates of their coscience-those too may achieve eternal salvation.”
This is not my first encounter with this quote from the Catechism of the Catholic Church, but for some reason it brings me great comfort, as though a great burden has been removed from my shoulders. What kind of burden, you may ask? Speaking from my perspective: I do not have to judge the state of someone’s relationship with God outside the Catholic Church. In the spirit of this quote, one of my favorite passages on the topic of judging is Matthew 7:1-5, where it states:
"Stop judging, that you may not be judged. For as you judge, so will you be judged, and the measure with which you measure will be measured out to you. Why do you notice the splinter in your brother’s eye, but do not perceive the wooden beam in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove that splinter from your eye,’ while the wooden beam is in your eye? You hypocrite, remove the wooden beam from your eye first; then you will see clearly to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye."
To link my opening quote with this scripture is quite a stretch, but remember, I am not focusing on the person outside of myself…but myself. What is the state of my own heart in relationship to God? What are the defects within myself that impede this relationship? I do know what the Gospel is at least from the context of my Catholic faith. I am blessed to be aware that I still seek God with a sincere heart and that all the knowledge I have is a gift of grace. Because Christ is the model for which I base my life, I can follow the dictates of my conscience. This means I know what the beams are in my own life, and I worry less about the splinters that I see in others-this is humility.
However, because I am a servant, I know that I am commissioned to preach the Gospel to others. This would include those who are not in relationship with Christ, or those who have rejected Christ for various reasons, which can be valid. To reach out to others, I hope that it is not me that is reaching out…but Christ through me. I must decrease and HE must increase in me.
-rc
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"I like your Christ,
I do not like your Christians,
Your Christians are so
unlike your
Christ."
-Mahatma Gandhi
Of all the scum-ridden places in the galaxy, Borgo Prime was probably on the top of the list. At least my list. I had sworn I’d never return to this forsaken place. Recent events dictated otherwise, and I was in no position to disagree with a direct order from Lord Hassat. He knew of my connection to Borgo, and was quite clear that he wanted me to look into this.
Shippings had stopped, and our contacts had gone silent. I was sent to Borgo Prime to reestablish our relationship. Since Reaper Squad was still rebuilding, I had hired a local to set up a meeting. For some reason Djina’s spirit seemed the exact opposite of mine. The closer we got to Borgo Prime, the lighter she felt. On the final approach, she almost seemed gitty. I knew something was off.
After landing, we made our way to Krulo Town. The section of Borgo Prime, where Krulo the Hutt had his first headquarters. After taking control of Borgo Prime, Krulo had since taken residence in the fancier part of the rock. Fancy by Borgo standards at least. For some reason the meeting was set in the old maintenance district, where they process incoming and outgoing cargo. I was almost certain I was walking into a trap, so my mission had to be improvised.
We approached an old venting shaft, with a massive hole in the side. The place was crawling with Krulo’s enforcers, and security forces I didn’t recognize. We went inside, and the towering Hutt was already waiting for us. Djina walked up next to the Hutt and whispered something. She looked almost proud. Then she took her place at his side. She wasn’t subtle. She had sold me out.
The Hutt's mouth widened into a smile, as he leaned back.
“Chobaso mah bukee, chobaso banki danko.” *translated from Huttese: “Welcome my boy, welcome home.”
He was pushing all of my buttons, and I had to pick my words carefully. Most of all I just wanted to put a blaster bolt between his eyes.
“Let’s drop the pleasantries Krulo. I see you’ve made some new friends. How do you think this makes us feel?”
“Bu kacmahea doth banieie. Tee-tocky che uba bai moova mee bai Krulo” *translated from Huttese: “The Empire is dead. Time for you to return to Krulo.”
Krulo’s men seemed on edge. He knew that this would not end the way either of us wanted. Krulo didn’t offer a choice. I could join him or die.
“It seems I cannot change your mind. I will let my master know that Borgo Prime no longer supports our cause.” I knew it while I said it. These could be my last words.
The Hutt chuckled, and looked past me. I felt screaming pain to the back of my head, and everything went black.
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This was one of those builds that start with some table-scaps, gets out of hand, and evolves from there. I knew I wanted to do a vent thing, inspired by Ordo Eris from JEDI: Fallen Order, and I knew I wanted to incorporate the UniStar logo somehow. It basically grew from there.
Head over to www.swfactions.net to see more awesome builds and stories!
Thanks for reading and watching.
Mission Log from Lt. Markland: On a personal note, I never thought I would be working with the Hutts, when I signed up for the Imperial Academy on Carida. Luckily Cdr. Bannon has put me in charge of restocking our arms supply. I’d rather be the one dictating terms to the Hutts, rather than turning a blind eye and fleeing to a more polished part of the Imperial Triumvirate.
Some time before on Nanth’ri’s southern hemisphere…
Lt. Markland: One Zeta-class cargo shuttle is already loaded. The rest will be loaded onto the Lambda. This should be enough weapons to supply the remainder of the Lannik garrison...
Exalted Kabani, the manifest states that payment will be taken care of personally by Cdr. Bannon. What does that mean?
Kabani the Hutt: Nobata uta-sha tinka mah kikyuna. Eh eh eh...
Lt. Markland: Your lordship, it is my concern if I am to make sure the Imperial Triumvirate continues to use your connections for supplying weapons.
Kabani the Hutt: Chuba! Spee ek uta-sha Bannon.
Lt. Markland: Mmph… I will do that!
A pleasure doing business with you, Lord Kabani…
Kabani the Hutt: Jee huujah uba Spasteelya kyotopa Circumtore mah kikyuna… Eh eh eh…
Lt. Markland: Thank you my lord. Your hospitality is most gracious.
Excerpt from Lt. Markland’s Mission Log: Kabani the Hutt seem to have an extensive network of smugglers and mercenaries on his payroll. I have only managed to identify a few of them from the imperial database.
Cpt. Augost, a male twi’lek, and seemingly the less charming part of a gun running smuggler duo. Former entries going decades back suggests he has death sentences in several outer rim systems. The other part of the smuggler duo, Vakál, male humam. Vakál’s record lists him as a notorious con man. Wanted for participating in the Scipio Heist, whatever that is.
The last individual I’ve been able to ID, is Djina, female zeltron bouty hunter, working as muscle and bodyguard for Kabani. Nothing in the records, but I’ve heard that she is among the most expensive bounty hunters on this side of the Hydian way.
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This one came out very well I think. My first attempt at some Hutt architecture - inspired by Nal Hutta from SWTOR. Also toying with the idea of a Shell Hutt - or a Hutt with a cybernetic body...
Let me know what you think... :)
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After the loss of his master's favor, without a home... this Suit go around from a city to another dictating law... his law.
killing is his only purpose.
(It fit inside a minifig)
Here some WIP's
Here Cockpit inside
On our first visit to Radio Road this year, we spotted this juvenile Forster's Tern. The Forster's Tern breeds primarily in marshes and winters along the coasts. The comma-shaped black ear patch in winter plumage is distinctive, but some other plumages are so varied as to be downright confusing. The Tern breeds in loose colonies, with spacing dictated by arrangement of good nesting sites. It can be aggressive toward other birds in the vicinity of its nest.
"No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit."
Ansel Adams
"Start by doing what's necessary; then do what's possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible."
St. Francis of Assisi
Watching the sunset is an important ritual for an astronomer -- perhaps something primal, but more probably because the weather comes from the west, and those clouds willl dictate how the following night will go. Clouds aren't good, but they do make a sunset !
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I've photographed the Wilkinson Eyre 'Bridge of Aspiration' before but as I passed by during the recent 'London 24in24' event the low sunlight produced some dramatic lighting.
Unfortunately for the first time ever I had to leave just over twelve hours into the 24hr event but a big thanks to Will Cheung (and Annie) for organising it and fingers crossed we'll get to do it all again next Summer.
Click here to see more from this event and previous Photo24 events : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157667520181380
For those anywhere near London, you can find details of the next London Flickr Group Photowalk on Saturday July 20th here : www.flickr.com/groups/londonflickrgroup/discuss/721577219...
From the Wilkinson Eyre website, "Twisting high above Floral Street in Covent Garden, the Bridge of Aspiration provides the dancers of the Royal Ballet School with a direct link to the Grade I listed Royal Opera House. The design addresses a series of complex contextual issues and is legible both as a fully integrated component of the buildings it links and as an independent architectural element.
The skewed alignment and different levels of the landing points dictate the form of the crossing, which is geometrically and structurally simple. An aluminium spine beam supports a concertina of 23 square portals with glazed intervals."
© D.Godliman
The pair of wells, known as the ‘Initiation Wells’ or ‘Inverted Towers’, consist of ‘winding stair’ architecture, which carries symbolic meaning including the death/rebirth allegory common to many hermetic traditions.
One of the wells contains nine platforms, which are said to be “reminiscent of the Divine Comedy by Dante and the nine circles of Hell, the nine sections of Purgatory and the nine skies which constitute Paradise.” A smaller well, called the “Unfinished Well,” contains a set of straight staircases, connecting the ring-shaped floors to one another. It is believed that the spacing of the landings, as well as the number of steps in between were dictated by Masonic principles.
These wells never served as water sources. Instead, they were used for ceremonial purposes that included Tarot initiation rites. The tunnels described above connect these wells to one another, in addition to various caves and other monuments located around the park.
Read my story HERE.
Seen these children from my balcony with fireworks. Instinct dictated me to shoot (photograph) them under the low-light condition of the area as this is not a scene that I see every night from my window.
Goodnight my friends. I promise to get back on you tomorrow.
Bzzzzzz!!!
Creating art out of art, my take on a fine piece of street art. The toning was more dictated by the street lighting than me, picture was taken at night. The actual piece is in black and white (I think, was quite hard to tell).
Dhanuskodi. This was the extreme point that one could walk that day as the tide dictates the length of this once buzzing but now ruined town; the shoreline changes wildly, to the extent of few square kilometers, during November, December many areas get submerged. Thalai mannar (Sri Lanka) is 15- 20 kilometers away from this point, for a long time this has been the landing zone for thousands and thousands of my Tamil brothers and sisters seeking refuge. The horrors they have been through before escaping the civil war and the horrors they undergo at the hand of authority once they land here are gut-wrenchingly painful.
Imagine holding your life and your two little kid's life in your hands, escaping a war that has claimed one too many lives of your family members and came pretty close to claiming yours too, on a Kalla thoni (sea coyote) with a belief that better life awaits you. But what do you get? You get dropped off on one of the seven islands, near the main island, in middle of the night, that disappear and appear due to variations of the tide. Awaiting cost guard to get you out; hours later, you walk few kilometers, with hunger and dehydration, reach the checkpoint where officials in Khaki openly steal that gold chain around your neck, which you sincerely believed would provide food for your kids for a week.
Note: This is a pilgrimage group just exploring the island. My story has nothing to do them but everything to do with me.