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Joaquin became a tropical storm Monday evening (EDT) midway between the Bahamas and Bermuda and has now formed into Hurricane Joaquin, the 3rd of the season--the difference is Joaquin could impact the US East Coast.
NASA's GPM satellite captured Joaquin Tuesday, September 29th at 21:39 UTC (5:39 pm EDT).
Credit: NASA's Scientific Visualization Studio Data provided by the joint NASA/JAXA GPM mission.
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Poor little missy maid came home today crying. sHe has been cleaning this house for 3 years now every other week. SHe is definitely the maid there for FAR longer than sHe ever imagined. and I don't see her getting out of this assignment for several more years at least.
sHe told me that all sHe could think of all day was " How did i ever get to this point in life - wearing a maid dress and cleaning it year after year - and doing a mans laundry!"
sHe had to do three weeks of his laundry today because the real man homeowner had been out of town. Little missy was so distraught about having to wash and fold and clean the underwear and toilets of this real man, knowing sHe has sunk to just a housekeeping sissy maid for life now.
I asked HEr what sHe thought would happen?! Why did sHE every think sHe was fit for anything more than this... and further. serving a real man as his pseudo wife is probably even more than sHe deserves anyway.
I can still hear her whimpering away in HEr bedroom. The weight of knowing this is how sHe ends out her working life has hit her so hard today it seems . Why after all these years of getting up and putting on a maid dress and cleaning homes in the neighborhood for decade and hundreds and hundreds of times in 50 different houses affected HEr today - no clue. But i find it vastly amusing and feel wonderful seeing the realization so deeply into her brain affecting her self identity this way. OMG it is my favorite day of the week now...and HEr most unfavorite!
“Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things”
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Differences were meant by God not to divide but to enrich.”
- J.H. Oldham
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The bird in front is a Brown Pelican, the one I see most often, and until you see them together, only then do you realize how large the White Pelican is. That's a Cormorant behind the White. Sanibel Island, Florida, 2014.
Canon 50d; 400mm f5.6
Sometimes day and night just seem to run together, especially with a busy schedule.
I've used the wonderful stock from these talented stock providers: jlstock.deviantart.com/ (part of the sky), www.sxc.hu/photo/819677 (grass), sadly I don't remember where I got the tree brush from but thank you in advance.
Kyle 6843 works on putting its train together in Limon, CO. On the next track over the UP Limon local power rests after bringing in interchange traffic for the Kyle.
Firstly, these are not wasps but hoverflies. They are both males as you can tell from the close-together eyes and even though they look similar they are different species. The one on the left is a Syrphus, characterised by having long "underarm hair" or long hairs on the dorsal surface of the squama as the experts say. You'd have the examine the wings with a microscope to distinguish the species. The fly on the right is a Eupeodes corollae, another common British species. I thought it was another Syrphus but Ian Andrews (an expert in the Facebook UK Hoverflies group) explained that Syrphus have a fringe of long yellow and dark hairs around the edge of the abdomen on Tergites 3 and 4 (ie the tops of the 3rd and 4th segments of the body), whereas Eupeodes like this one have just a very short, dark fringe. I'm sure there are other difference too. Can you spot them?
Farewell, North East Moonsoon.
See you again in November ;(
ISO100, f/16, 90seconds exposure.
Happy weekend my friends !
LE DIFFERENZE..................è buffo, due alberi uguali, nella stessa posizione, piantati nella stessa terra,........................uno ha quasi tutte le foglie gialle e l'altro........le ha quasi tutte verdi !!!
------------------------------- Un felice sabato a tutti voi, amici di flickr !!! ciao ciao :-D
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::A happy Saturday to you all, friends of flickr!!! hello hello :-D
This is a fun study in the anatomy of a snowflake, because it’s the SAME snowflake photographed on both sides. It’s fun to see the differences and compare!
The top left branch of the left image matches to the top branch of the right image. When I was done photographing the snowflake on one side, I used a small artist’s paintbrush to gently flip the snowflake over to shoot the other side of it. Because of the lack of accuracy in that process I couldn’t get it from exactly the same angle / alignment, but you can still easily compare features.
For the previous snowflake in the series, I commented that surface details are only on one side of a snowflake – the other side is often completely smooth with the exception of curved lines caused by inward crystal growth. While you might have been able to image this previously, here it is clear to see! We even have a large central hexagon sitting on top, the result of a capped column growing plates out of either side. One plate stayed smaller because the larger plate must have been facing the wind and grew slightly larger. Once this happens, its larger footprint prevents the smaller plate from keeping up and its growth slows, staying gem-like in the center.
The two images were edited separately for all of the focus stacking efforts and then composited together. There were a few flaws in each, like small debris on the surface or fibers from the mitten interacting and these were cloned away. Using the opposite image, it was helpful in recreating the same visual structures for added accuracy to the edit. If the average snowflake image takes me four hours to put together, this one was closer to eight hours across three days.
Shot on the Lumix GH5S – very powerful video camera and extremely high quality stills camera, albeit only 12 megapixels based on its design focus for 4K video. I get to double that up for an image like this, so the final “pair” will make a nice print. Thinking of putting this one up in my studio. For those that don’t know, all of my snowflake images are available as prints as well. I do all of the printing here in-house on a large format printer, typically favouring a metallic satin paper. It’s not overtly shiny, just a subtle almost subliminal shimmer that adds depth to these snowflake images. Each one comes with a signed and numbered certificate as well. :)
For all the extra effort, this image is meaningful for what it presents: extra insight into how a snowflake forms in plain sight. I’m still not sure exactly WHY a snowflake forms features on only one side, but here we have very good evidence that supports just that! If you want to dive into all sorts of approachable snowflake science or just want to learn how to make images like this for yourself, grab a copy of Sky Crystals here: skycrystals.ca/product/sky-crystals-unraveling-the-myster... - 304 pages. If you like this post, you’ll love the book.
The city
Milan, the capital of Lombardy, has a population of 1.3 million people. It is the biggest industrial city of Italy with many different industrial sectors. It is a magnetic point for designers, artists, photographers and models. Milan has an ancient city centre with high and interesting buildings and palazzos, which is why so many people from all over the world want to see the city of glamour.
...or, the battle of the lenses.
The second shot taken with the 50mm 1.8 and +4 closeup lens.
Made Explore 17 March 2009. #7 for a while - my highest entry to date.
My one and only (so far) shot with 500 views
Summer in germany is back again! STRIKE!
Happy bokeh friday and a nice weekend!
*sooc inside!
Nikon D700 + Nikon 50mm 1.4
Coyningham Road's Hybrid demonstrator VH2 is seen laying over at the 25A Merrion Square terminus, with Phibsbrough's SG303 seen behind. The two buses are identical in appearance, except that the VH is longer than the SG.
"It is better to have a meaningful life and make a difference than to merely have a long life."
Bryant H. McGill
It's true that you get what you pay for.
I came across this shot and wanted to post it as a comparison to the previous picture:
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As I said before we did have a few minutes wait for the tender to the ship to arrive but we were provided with some nice cold face and neck towels and some very refreshing flavored waters (Orange and Lime) and I'm not talking some powdered drink mix!
When you take a cruise holiday your every need is catered to and you've got nothing to worry about.
Sometimes it's easy to forget that there are a LOT of people both in the front and back of the house that make things happen for your dream vacation. Folks that aren't on holiday, they're working at their jobs to provide for their families back home.
If you should ever go on a cruise I hope that you won't forget these folks and will let them know that you appreciate the hard work they put in to make things easy for you. They bust their butts so that you don't have to.
What's art about if it isn't about learning something? Well I learnt something. Several things actually. Will I use what I've learnt to grow and become wiser? That seems unlikely. So what did I learn?
1) Ice is very cold.
2) Icy water feels even colder.
3) Even kneeling on ice might not spread your weight enough to prevent it cracking.
4) Don't ever admit to doing something stupid. Especially not on the internet. You'll never know who might read it.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I won't ever feel confident enough in my creativity to know what it is I will make ahead of time, and I won't know how, whatever it is, will turn out. It was never an issue when noone ever saw what I make but now, a little self doubt lurks in the back of my mind, that I must make something interesting otherwise I shouldn't have bothered. Often, as I wander around some wild place somewhere (no not a bar in Blackpool on a Saturday night), I am thinking about future land art projects and the potential of different places. But always lurking there is the thought that it better be good when I get round to doing it.
On the face of it, this voice at the back of the room would seem to be a help, always encouraging me to try harder. But the weird thing is, this voice actually seems to be a hindrance. There is a subtle but important difference between "it better be good" and "I wonder if it'll be any good?"
When I listen to those words it seems to be an extra burden, a burden that makes it harder to tap into any creativity. I have no idea what creativity actually is, where it lives or how it operates. But what I do know is that you can plug into it directly if you would just relax and go with the flow. A sense of expectation of how something should be, how it ought to be, if only you tried hard enough is not where it's at. I think this is what I love about land art. As I start, the distractions, the so called "encouraging" voices just fade away and all that matters is the moment. And when enough moments join together, I often end up exactly where I wanted to be had I been thinking about it in the first place. I've said it before but it seems it is a hard lesson to learn. It's about the doing. The thinking, the planning, the expectations. None of this really helps.
So I set off, the frost crunching under my feet and doubting/encouraging voices in my head struggling to help me think of what I could do. I went to a small pool of dark water and tried to chop out some ice. Fun though that was, it didn't inspire me, so I continued to trudge up the hill. On the slopes either side of me, camo jacketed plonkers with shotguns and dogs attempted to shoot, stupid and inbred pheasants. A fitting challenge for the Saturday shotgun warriors. We haven't quite gone to the lengths of fencing in animals for rich (and fat) obnoxious clients to shoot but it isn't far off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not hypocritical enough to suggest that shooting is completely wrong. I could only occupy the moral highground if I didn't eat industrially farmed animals and didn't ignore the fact that I couldn't kill, what I eat, myself. But I do wonder at the mentality of people who shoot animals for a hobby, as a way to relax, to let off steam on a Saturday morning. Does it make you feel manly to outwit a pheasant with a bunch of beaters, dogs and high powered weaponry? Is it simply target practice and honing a skill?
I always wonder whether they have something missing in their lives and their neuroses drive them to show off, inaudibly shouting "look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME! I'm really, really important! I demand your attention!" Because what seems to be common amongst this activities is noise. Lots of it and the seemingly willfull need to pee off as many people as possible. Especially people who like peace and quiet!
How many examples can you think of? Here's a few for starters: riding big, powerful motorbikes around country lanes in the summer, riding jet skis across lakes and off shore, off roading on green lanes and shooting things for fun. Why oh why do all these things have to be so loud? And why do you have to do them in beautiful and quiet places and spoil the peace and quiet for so many others? Are you so lacking in empathy that you have no idea how you are spoiling it for everyone else? Or do you have a pathological need to take over places and claim them as yours to make up for your inadaquecies? I think this is one of the biggest splits in our species. The sensitive and the not sensitive. The noisy and the quiet. The considerate and inconsiderate.
So the soundtrack to my sculpturing went like this "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" As the beaters flushed the doomed birds from the undergrowth and "KABOOM! KABOOM!" as another pheasant bit the dust. I expect that if I ever go mad that that will be the soundtrack to my insanity too. I wanted to stand on a rock and shout out "shut the hell up you noisy idiots!" to try and get rid of my frustrated feeling. But I don't think they were going to see the error of their ways so I went back to what I was doing with the frustrated feeling still present.
So what was a I doing I hear you ask?
A bank of fog was sliding in from the south, leaving the tips of the mountains poking through the sea of moisture. Unusually for an inversion, a layer of cloud lay above us too (me and the mountains) and gradually the temperature began to warm.
On another small dark pool I begun to lay out sections of frosted bracken, to make a pattern on the ice. When I leant back I noticed I had left hand prints where my body heat had melted the surface and I liked them and decided to do something along those lines instead. On all fours, I kneeled on the ice, positioning my hands to make prints in the surface, when suddenly cracks spread across the surface like fractured glass and I was about to become more acquainted with this medium than I originally planned. I had one of those Wiley Coyote moments like when he runs over the cliff's edge, only to be found pedalling in mid-air. Just for a split second gravity didn't grab me and then all at once the icey water and me, became intimate. I managed to extricate myself after immersing only one leg and fortunately I was wearing two pairs of trousers for warmth and had some spare socks, so pretty quickly I was dry again. I smirked to myself at being such a fool but soon found that the broken ice was fantastically clear and square edged so my foolishness had served a purpose and revealed to me the beauty of this ice.
I took a section and rounded the edges before trying to melt my hand print into it. I could only manage a little at a time before I had to rewarm my hand, so I challenged myself to count to fifty before I would put on a glove to warm up, only to try and melt some more for another count to fifty.
As the handprint begun to form I started to think about how I would be able to photograph it. The imprint was like a ghost, difficult to pin down, like a fleeting image in the corner of your eye. I put the ice back in the water but the image disappeared so I went searching for another way.
I found a slab with thick frost on it, so I melted another handprint onto it and placed the ice on top, in an effort to put a black background behind the imprint. This didn't work either. I then picked some holly berries thinking that I would squish them up and fill in the mould but that was also a failure. And then it dawned on me, bubbles underwater are very bright, especially against the dark, peaty water!
I went back to the little pool and to its twin with the unbroken ice. I put my handprint on top of it, face down so that air would be trapped and then started to ladle (I didn't actually use a ladle - who carries around a ladle?!) water from the broken pool onto the ice of the intact one. Soon the effect was working and I had learnt something new about contrast and ice.
After taking some more pictures of it set against the sky, I collected my gear and headed off downhill. The cretins were still shooting at anything that moved and the irritation at the noisy buggers still dwelled in the pit of my stomach.
At the bottom of the hill I sat and watched two Buzzards sitting in adjacent trees, one of which kept calling and flying to the other one, perhaps with spring on her mind. For a few minutes I watched transfixed and thought what magnificent creatures they are. As I set off again towards home I noticed that the feeling in my stomach had gone and a few quiet moments observing the wonder of nature had calmed and comforted me. That is all that is required for peace. An open mind and a moment to fill it. Perhaps the Saturday shotgunners should try it one day. They might actually like it and discover that there is another way.
A couple of 6 year old General Electric locomotives at the head of a tank car train , show the difference between a fresh application of fleet colours and the degree to which the original paintwork has faded.
BNSF 4862 GE C44-9W built 1998.
BNSF 4584 GE C44-9W built 1999.
NS 9293
BNSF
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2011.
People has a lot of differences.
Some of them prefer to live on the ground.
Some of them grasp the ladder.
Kamlapur Railway station, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
Landscape with a difference, taken with a fish-eye lens from inside the circular garden of reflection inside Wells Bishop's Palace Garden.
This photo got to #26 in Explore on Tuesday, August 7, 2018
There are parts I really like and some that I'm not so sure of, but I spent a lot of time working with it and I just couldn't trash it. It's my first foray into textures. I hope it's not too awful. Constructive criticism always, always welcome :)
Scroll down a bit for the original.
Thank you to Stuck in Customs textures.