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View from Mt Difficulty Vineyard in Bannockburn where we are having lunch. April 27, 2016 Central Otago in the South Island of New Zealand.
The Cellar Door at Mt Difficulty Wines is known as much for its dramatic views of rugged rock and thyme landscapes as it is for its stylish wine and food.
The unique microclimate of the Bannockburn area is partially created by the presence of Mount Difficulty which overlooks the southern Cromwell basin, and is the namesake of Mt Difficulty Wines. Mount Difficulty is integral in providing low rainfall and humidity for the region. Bannockburn enjoys hot summers, a large diurnal temperature variation and long cool autumns; conditions which bring the best out of the Pinot Noir grapes. These conditions, along with soils which are ideal for viticulture, provide an excellent basis not only for Pinot Noir, but also for Pinot Gris, Riesling, and Chardonnay. The soils are a mix of clay and gravels, but all feature a high pH level; grapes produce their best wines on sweet soils.
For More Info: www.mtdifficulty.co.nz/aboutus/ourstory.html
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Street photography taken in Glasgow, Scotland. This Friday felt like it needed a little more fun and this guy certainly provides it, though I am not certain that Elvis ever had a mullet. My candid shot was denied as this guy must be well practised at spotting a camera and posing but the attention made his day so I am not going to complain. He had some difficulty walking with a stick but still pulled out a pose and he thanked me for paying him the attention. I hope you all have a great weekend!
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Photo taken a few kilometers away from Reford Gardens | Les Jardins de Metis located at Grand Metis.
Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
From Wikipedia:
Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.
Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.
Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.
She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.
In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.
During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.
In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.
Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.
To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.
Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.
In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)
Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford
LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS
Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.
Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.
Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada
Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.
Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada
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With great difficulty, even with a 28mm lens it's hard to get a good shot of the inside of the Sidings Springs Observatory in the Warrumbungles. A lift takes visitors to an observation room which is inside one of the big domes (see my earlier photo for this big one open to visitors). It is glassed off from the internal workings which tower above you while observing the observatory. The doors were not open to the sky of course being daylight, presumably as it is an optical telescope although there are also infra-red ones on site. How these differ in operation, I will leave up to interested googlers!
I wonder where the eye cup is? (OK, I am being facetious, I am sure it's all computerised) and no doubt all that equipment is to position and focus the telescope which must be hiding on the far right hand side.
"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor." Unknown.
Coast photography is fraught with difficulties. The sand that sneaks through each slit of the gear and can scratch our precious lenses, the wind that threatens to fall the tripod, the waves that uncontrollably break against the rocks where we stand, water in suspension that dirties filters and lenses, and so on. But it still offers such magical possibilities that it is difficult to resist.
In the province of Cádiz we have the wonderful "Costa de la Luz". When I returned here a few months ago to dedicate myself to photography, I did it with the idea of immortalizing the most incredible places of our mountains as well as our coast. Normally I go alone to photograph, but this day I was fortunate to be accompanied by the nature photographer Reklu Fernández. I could not imagine that in the best moment of the sunset we would be surrounded by a group of about ten "guys" who looked us defiantly. At first we thought we were going to suffer an assault, but after deciding to leave the place with relative ease and check that they were not following us, we came to the conclusion that their intentions were different. It is really sad to know that our coast is dangerous during the winter because the drug traffic is not controlled enough. I would like my photos to attract visitors to our province, but I am obliged to warn that at twilight it is better to avoid parts of the coast where you can find yourself alone. We left quickly and nothing happened. We will return in summer when the coast will be full of tourists and there will be more security. We will not give up taking more photos on the coast.
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"Ningún mar en calma hizo experto a un marinero." Anónimo.
La fotografía de costa está plagada de dificultades. La arena que se cuela por cada rendija del equipo y puede rayar nuestros preciados objetivos, el viento que amenaza con caer el trípode, las olas que rompen incontrolablemente contra las rocas donde nos situamos, el agua en suspensión que ensucia filtros y lentes, etc. Pero aún así ofrece posibilidades tan mágicas que es difícil resistirse.
En la provincia de Cádiz contamos con la maravillosa Costa de la Luz. Cuando volví hace unos meses aquí para dedicarme a la fotografía, lo hice con la idea de inmortalizar los lugares más increíbles tanto de nuestra sierra como de nuestra costa. Normalmente voy solo a fotografiar, pero este día tuve la suerte de ir acompañado del fotógrafo de naturaleza Reklu Fernández. No me podía imaginar que en el mejor momento del atardecer íbamos a ser rodeados por un grupo de unos diez individuos que nos miraban desafiantes. Al principio pensamos que íbamos a sufrir un robo, pero después de decidir abandonar el lugar con relativa tranquilidad y comprobar que no nos seguían, llegamos a la conclusión de que sus intenciones eran otras. Es muy triste saber que nuestra costa es peligrosa durante el invierno porque no se vigila lo suficiente el tráfico de drogas. Me gustaría que mis fotos atrajeran visitantes a nuestra provincia, pero me veo en la obligación de avisar que a la hora del crepúsculo mejor evitar partes de la costa donde os podáis encontrar solos. Nosotros nos fuimos rápido y no pasó nada. Volveremos en verano cuando la costa esté llena de turistas y haya más seguridad. No vamos a renunciar a hacer más fotos de nuestra costa.
E' difficile al giorno d'oggi navigare tra le stelle.
Tenersi in equilibrio tra lo sciocco e il vanesio, virare a dritta accostando il pazzo, mettersi al traverso per evitare la collisione con il presuntuoso, riaccostare a sinistra per cercare acque migliori dove poter mettere l'animo predisposto a solcare spazi certi per raggiungere la stella preferita.
By 1816 Betts and his immediate family were experiencing serious financial difficulties and while it is not known when or where he died, property originally owned by him was certainly for sale by 1825 when the area’s second citizen of note arrived from Scotland by way of Blackville. Robert Doak (b. April 4, 1785) had been born in Ochiltree, Ayshire, the son of Agnes (Duncan) and Robert Doak, Senior. In 1808, he married Jane Kirkland and in 1815 when he was only 30, he and his family arrived on the Miramichi where he worked for several years as an innkeeper. In 1818, however, his elder brother James and his family joined Robert on the Miramichi. The brothers formed a partnership with Alexander MacLaggan who was operating a sawmill in Blackville. In the early 1820s, while continuing their partnership with MacLaggan, the Doak brothers moved twenty miles up river where their father, Robert Doak, Senior, had recently settled. Here in what was to become known as “Doaktown,” they acquired a considerable amount of property (some of it from the family of Ephraim Betts) and established water-powered carding and grist mills, a sawmill, an oat mill, and an extensive farming operation.
Robert Doak, rather than his elder brother James, became the settlement’s leading citizen, serving not only as the community’s largest employer but also as a School Trustee, Town Clerk, Clerk of the Market and Justice of the Peace. Such was his prominence that he became known far and wide as “Squire” Doak.
In Florida, the difficulty of taking photos at the water level resides in the fact that there may be snakes in the grass and alligators in the water, which has nothing to do with the northern regions. When I shoot at the water level,
I check if alligators are close by and if there are snakes in the grass, but would I really see them ???
When the "locals" see me lying so close to the water, either they smile or they tell me that only tourists are not aware of the danger of doing so.
Some told me that they saw alligators attacking deer and would not want to be in my place.
En Floride, la difficulté de prendre des photos au niveau de l'eau réside au fait qu'il peut y avoir des serpents dans l'herbe et des alligators dans l'eau, ce qui n'a rien à voir avec les régions nordiques. Lorsque je prends de telles photos au niveau de l'eau, je regarde attentivement si des alligators peuvent s'approcher de moi et s'il y a des serpents dans l'herbe, mais est-ce que je les verrais vraiment???
Lorsque les "locaux" me voient ainsi étendu près de l'eau, soit qu'ils sourient ou soit qu'ils me disent que seuls les touristes font preuve de tant de négligence, qu'ils ont déjà vu des alligators s'attaquer à des cerfs, qu'ils ne voudraient pas être à ma place.
Orange county, Florida, USA
...towards the future.
The difficulties I find with merely existing (thanks to a personality disorder) make my life fairly dull and mundane. It's little adventures like this one to a building site that spice up my life. I'm nervous, so it gives excitement, I don't like heights so scaling structures is a thrill- that sort of thing. Tell most people I had a good night out at a housing development... and they probably wouldn't understand.
It was pretty cool getting this shot, as it was taken from an unfinished bridge. I've been to many a bridge in my time to get light trails, but this was quite different. Knowing I'm the very first photographer to get this view- that felt pretty special.
This is the first car-light-trail I've kept so far in my use of the Voigtlander 21mm. It's always been just that little bit *too* wide for my liking. This time though, it's helped me capture both the motorway and the construction site offices. It makes it that little bit different from my previous efforts.
Well, I was able to get out for a couple of hours this afternoon to watch the osprey near my home. After waiting for what seemed like forever, lunch arrived... theirs, not mine.
I had difficulty with the processing of this photo and almost trashed it ... but instead I reached out to a friend who has never let me down and again has done an amazing job with salvaging this photo. Thanks for being there.
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(Files: 2021001-0040 and 2021001-0041)
At a college for the Deaf, Leger Way, Doncaster, South Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom. Date unknown, circa 1987, give or take a year.
About the photograph.
Those candid photographs were taken with a Minolta X-700 35mm film SLR camera, and either a 135mm lens or 80-200mm zoom lens. The roll of film was Ilford, likely to be either FP4 or HP5, as those are the two black and white film that I ways use.
The photographs were taken from the window of the guest room at the top (third) floor of an accommodation building for deaf students who lives far away and stays at the college.
As deaf people communicate by sign language, which is a visual form of communications, there is no need to be within earshot of each other or to shout over long distance, like hearing people do. Thus a lot of deaf people can simply communicate to each other between outside and inside, across a room, or even across a playing field, as long as there is a line of sight.
This Deaf guy, came over to the building, simply stayed outside and chatted with other deaf students who were at a second floor window.
Here in the photographs, he is seen asking “Why?” in British Sign Language (BSL). I don’t remember if he just asked a single word question, or it was the start of a question like “Why do you…”
In BSL, the sign is done by a tapping the side of index finger to the front of the opposite shoulder, and kind of bounce it off your shoulder (as seen in the second photo).
The facial expression is often used to express the kind of mood. For example: A curiosity “Why do you ask?” or an angry “Why did you do that?”
The photographs were taken about slightly more than a second apart, just the length of time to manually wind on the film, as I did not have the motor drive at that time.
Why did I take those photos?
In 1985, in my last year at a deaf school, I decided that I wanted to attend college to study photography with the aim of becoming a working photographer. But the teacher explained to me that it is not something suited for me, because of my being deaf and having communications difficulties. I told my mother the same thing, but my mother and my family were even less supportive.
Today, it is easy to look back on this and recognise that it is a discrimination, pure and simple.
Despite my efforts to try to apply for a college course in photography, I ended up on a one year further education course at college, suited for school leavers unsure of careers. It was during that time, I redouble my efforts, and tried to get the kind of college course I wanted.
There were different courses available to me, at different colleges, including a deaf college in Doncaster, in South Yorkshire, which is approximately 130 miles away from where I live. Arrangements were made for me to visit the college and have an overnight stay at a guest room, so that the next day, I would have a formal look around and an interview.
I travelled by train to Doncaster, stayed at the guest house, and like any good photographer, I bought along my camera. I decided to do some documentary-like photography while I was visiting the college, and during the early evening, I saw this guy standing there, chatting with the others in the building, so I decided to take a candid shot.
I developed and printed my own photographs, it was only about a couple of years ago, that I decided to scan the prints.
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Context can be an interesting thing. Often we talk about the difficulty of understanding an image when it is taken out of its context. But sometimes an image needs to be removed from its context to become more. I feel like this photo fits that latter category. As strange as it may sound, I almost didn't decide to even bother with this shot. Standing there at the edge of this lake, surrounded by this insanely gorgeous view and with the memories of the epic hike up fresh in mind, this little corner of Colchuck Lake seemed rather insignificant. It was pretty, but compared to the beauty around it it just didn't seem all that "worth it". It is a bit hard to explain, perhaps. The scale and grandeur of the mountains above the lake, plus the depth of color in the lake, the sense of pristine quiet, the crispness of the air that was both invigorating but also promising of harsher temperatures to come, the perfect reflection of everything above, the clear blue sky... it was all so rich that it made even this photogenic section seem a bit drab by comparison. But I made the photo anyway and in the end I am glad I did, because as the vibrancy of those memories faded and the context that this image was created in settled into more distant memory, the image itself came forward more. And looking at it now, I really appreciate the beauty it captured, even while I can still remember how it was but a fraction of the whole around it.
Pentax 67
Kodak Ektar 100
DRS pair 88009 'Diana' and 68004 'Rapid' double head the diverted 4M48 Mossend - Daventry intermodal into Millerhill Yard, with the 88 leading on diesel mode and the 68 assisting after coming round the unelectrified Edinburgh Sub line.
Having followed the train up towards the South end of the yard, I witnessed the 88 pan up and back down numerous times but it looked like it just didn't want to take power from the wires despite the valiant attempts from the driver. The train eventually departed the yard about 40 minutes after arrival, still with the 88 on diesel, and I imagine the driver would've attempted the coax the loco into drawing power after getting onto the ECML.
The later divert 4M82, worked by 88007 and 68006, experienced the same problems and sat for about 60 minutes in Millerhill, even longer than 4M48. I'm not exactly sure if the problem was to do with the wires in Millerhill, or if it was to do with the 88s having trouble switching to electric while working in multi with the diesel 68s, but nonetheless it delayed both services by quite some time and clearly puzzled the drivers.
A Great Blue Heron positions a fish just taken from the James River in Richmond, Virginia. He will swallow it whole without difficulty. Photo taken at the floodwall.
I really have difficulty finding any images from my archive that relate to pigs; so I took a snap shot from the street vendor to show these spring (red) couplets that we can hang around our main doors to welcome the coming year with good fortune and I would love to wish you all the best in the year of the pig! Gong Xi Fa Cai (恭喜發財)!
A project that explores the difficulty of Japanese society in expressing itself frankly and truthfully, which has taken me far beyond what I initially thought, and it was pure grace. At first I decided to use butoh dance as a narrative device in order to help me and my subjects expressing what would have been impossible showing otherwise. Then relating to the difficulty to express themselves being marginalized for not conforming to the high standards of Japanese society, I wanted to portray some people without limbs who thanks to fashion, art and sport have been able to find new sources of beauty and meaning.
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Dean Forest Railway, Norchard Station, near Lydney, Gloucestershire, England, United Kingdom, on Wednesday 11th October 2012.
If you want to know about the heritage railway and its history, feel free to skip to Chapter Two: About the subject of Dean Forest Railway.
Chapter One: What is this photo about, and why I took the photo.
I am a photographer, but I am also a graphic designer. At that time I took the photograph, I was a very busy full-time single parent and full-time carer for my kids, so my career was put on hold. However whenever I have time to spare, I try to keep up my photography and graphic design skills by doing some projects when I can.
This was one of the graphic design projects I was doing. The project was to design a (non-existence) fictional CD album art, and I would prefer to take my own photographs, then import them into my graphic design work. The subject of the album art was about a fictional female singer-songwriter, whom had lived in an old industrial town, and wanted to leave so she could pursue her dreams of stardom.
For the album art design, I needed photos of old buildings, coal mines, and anything I can think of that would give the feel of a ran-down industrial places. Try to give the impression that the factories closed down, and that the coal mines have ran out of coal, all in black and white. The title of the album is called The Old Dying Town.
I was aware of some disused warehouses in Gloucester, and an old coal mine in Wales, those would made good background for the album art. I somehow noticed this heritage railway station not far from Lydney, in Gloucestershire, and stopped there, to see if there’s anything I can take photos of, for the design.
While looking around, and taking photos of the steam and diesel passenger trains, I noticed at the north end of the station, there was some kind of an out-of-the-way storage space for old rolling stock, like old carriages and boxcars. I think they kept the broken or damaged old railway vehicles there, maybe awaiting restoration, or to be broken up and used as spare parts.
So I took some shots, moved around for different viewpoints, try to get anything worthy of a background. I figured it would give the illustration of a railway scrapyard, and gives a gloomy feel that the fictional town lost its railway links. Hoping the photo would give the illustration of the town becoming a ghost town.
The photo was shot in 2012, and when I visited there in 2021, they were doing some improvements to this area, including building a platform.
Point of note: Those photographs were done with the camera set to Black and White, I did not take the photos in colour, and they were not converted into B&W by means of photo-editing software.
Chapter Two: About the subject of Dean Forest Railway.
The Dean Forest Railway is a 4 to 5 miles long heritage railway, still running vintage steam, and classic diesel trains, as a tourist attraction in the Forest of Dean, in Gloucestershire.
It started in 1799 as an idea for a horse-drawn tramway, linking the Forest of Dean to the rivers Severn and Wye, for the transportation of coal and iron materials.
Between 1800 to around the 1870s, it went through so many processes. Like building lines and branching out, changing company names, financial problems, rival companies, converting from horse-drawn tramway into steam powered railway, merging companies, change of railway gauge sizes, and so many other factors.
It became known as the Severn and Wye Railway during those years.
From around the 1870s onwards, in order to cope with financial difficulties, and to help with funding, they started fee-paying passenger services in addition to the goods carrying services. But ongoing financial problems, lack of traffic, and many other factors, continued up until around the 1940s.
After the Second World War (1939-1945), the railways in this area started to go downhill, mainly due ot declining coal industry in the area, lack of passengers, improvements in transportation elsewhere, and the nationalised of British railways.
Many stations and lines started closing down, or completely shut down, during the 1950s and 1960s.
Starting from the early 1970s onwards, a railway preservation society was formed to try to buy and save as much of the old railway, and run it as a heritage railway for tourism, and was then named as Dean Forest Railway.
At the current moment, the Dean Forest Railway is approximately between 4 to 5 miles long between Lydney and Parkend, with Norchard station as its home base, but they are hoping to extend the line to 7 miles in near future.
They run a range of mostly steam trains to 1960s diesel trains, with various carriages, and at least 5 stations.
For more in-depth details, simply Google “Dean Forest Railway” for a full history or for visiting.
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One of the major difficulties in outdoor lighting is putting the daylight where you want it.
This is accomplished mainly by scrims, backgrounds, and refectors. Here Johm, Jaeyson, and Brooks work out problematic lighting.
The set was in the back of an alley. The spot they chose was only in daylight. The objective to grab that little bit of light and direct it to where it is most needed.
One of the nice things about digital, is you can as many practice shots as you want to make adjustments. "Film guys" didn't have that luxury. We compensated . . . . film was relatively cheap. I bought bulk roles of color, B&W, and transparency film to load my own film rolls. Still you only have a loupe through which to determine of the negative is any good or not.
I do so love digital. but there is an urge to get back in the darkroom . . . at least for a bit.
Tavern Puzzles are reproductions of a type of puzzle traditionally forged by blacksmiths to amuse their friends at country taverns and inns. Keeping with tradition, a museum-trained blacksmith from Long Island has reproduced some of these antique designs as well as his own original designs. All the puzzles are handcrafted and individually assembled. Each puzzle is mechanical in nature; removal of the object piece does not rely on force or trickery. This one is called "Wise Guy" and is considered intermediate difficulty. Just remove the ring... I have a dozen of them, one of which I have yet to solve.
Taken during a bike descent from the Black Forest to Freiburg.
The route has breathtaking views, with an intermediate level of difficulty. Here it is: www.endomondo.com/routes/217869200
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"The best way out of a difficulty is through it."
~ Anonymous
memories, memories, memories...
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1. "Be a friend to yourself, and others will.",
2. "Have you smiled today? It is healthy for you to smile every day!,
3. "A lovely flower blossom looks its best in the sunshine.",
4. "The wonderful thing about flowers is how they smile when they bloom."
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and God Bless,
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In Kennedy Town, less than three hundred meters from Smithfield Municipal Market and Forbes Street Playground (site of the former slaughterhouses), a sleepy neighbourhood has been tucked away on a quiet hill slope for a hundred years. A staircase on Sands Street is all it takes to separate the two worlds, one bustling and the other tranquil. Once consisted of seven terraces built on the slope between Hong Kong University above and Belcher’s Street below, the secluded neighbourhood is commonly known as the Seven Terraces of Sai Wan (西環七臺). Also called Western District, “Sai Wan” is the general name for the area encompassing Kennedy Town (堅尼地城), Shek Tong Tsui (石塘咀) and Sai Ying Pun (西營盤). The seven terraces can be traced back to Li Sing (李陞), the richest Chinese merchant in 19th century Hong Kong. One of his sons Li Po Lung (李寶龍) inherited the sloped land when his father died in 1900. Li Po Lung decided to develop the land into residential terraces and an amusement park. He named the terraces and amusement park with references to his favorite ancient Chinese poet Li Bai (李白). Chinese pavilions, outdoor stages, dance floors, merry-go-round, playgrounds, and even an artificial pond for rowing boats, coupled with street performances, handicraft fair, small fireworks, chess competitions, etc. made Tai Pak Lau (太白樓), Li’s amusement park, into a trendy destination from 1915 and on. It was especially popular with wealthy men and prostitutes coming from the nearby Shek Tong Tsui (石塘咀), the city’s most famous red light and entertainment district in early 20th century. Just like many places in Hong Kong, Tai Pak Lau was rather short-lived, lasting for merely nine years before closing down due to financial difficulties of Li Po Lung. The park was then converted into today’s Tai Pak Terrace (太白臺) residential street. Despite the bankruptcy of Li Po Lung in 1924, the seven terraces, especially the topmost terraces such as Academic Terrace (學士臺), To Li Terrace (桃李臺) and Ching Lin Terrace (青蓮臺), continued to thrive as an upscale residential neighbourhood for wealthy Chinese.
Had great difficulty finding anything square to photograph really close for Macromondays theme square.
I have difficulty identifying mushrooms to species and making this more difficult is the fact that some Boletus have recently been assigned the genus Suillus. If I have the species correct, perhaps this is correctly called Suillus edulus.
Also, maybe this is B or S. granulatus. These specimens are large (6-9 inches across). This and the other 3 that I photographed were growing along a road that the South Fork Tieton Trail, Yakima County, Washington crosses. Animals are eating them and apparently uprooted one of them.
My goal hike this trail to locate and photograph Spruce Grouse but I found none.
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and an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties :-)
Harry Truman
rose, 'Rainbow sorbet', little theater rose garden, Raleigh, north carolina
Under the category of never did this enough, CP-D&H's daily Saratoga Springs, NY to Albany train 450-451 was noting short of interesting during the 2010-2012 time period. The train featured all types of EMD power. Iowa Chicago & Eastern SD40-2's came into CP's fold and were deployed system-wide including in the Northeast areas.This train was a definite favorite for the guys who lived close to the Capitol region near Albany. Everything from CP and SOO to D&H blue and gray, and colorful leasers plied the rails making it a must to see. Shooting the northbound run was not without its' difficulties, when the crew reached Kenwood and was ready to go north, it all depended how long lunch lasted whether you'd get sun on the northbound trip. We lucked out this day on July 2, 2011 with ICE 6430-6418 and CP packman 5750 crossing the Mohawk River in Cohoes, NY.
I have difficulty identifying mushrooms to species and making this more difficult is the fact that some Boletus have recently been assigned the genus Suillus. If I have the species correct, perhaps this is correctly called Suillus edulus.
Also, maybe this is B or S. granulatus. These specimens are large (6-9 inches across). This and the other 3 that I photographed were growing along a road that the South Fork Tieton Trail, Yakima County, Washington crosses. Animals are eating them and apparently uprooted one of them.
My goal was to hike this trail, locate and photograph Spruce Grouse but I found none.
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But besides some difficulties loading film and metering, I had an absolute blast bouncing along the hiking trail, photographing everything I could. Rain? No problems, the Konica can handle that. Can't see more than a few metres? Awesome! Fog makes photography much easier. :-)
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Camera: Konica Autoreflex T3 with 50 mm f1.8
Developed by Fotopro.
Digitised with a digital camera. Positive conversion, colour and levels done with Negative Lab Pro.
Moremi Game Reserve
Okavango Delta
Botswana
Southern Africa
Botswana has the largest elephant population on the continent due to tight protection and civil unrest in neighbouring countries. The relative difficulty in accessing the wildlife areas coupled with the military threat to poachers has allowed the elephant population in Botswana to grow.
The Okavango Delta also sees high concentrations of elephants due to the permanent water source.
There have been incidents of poaching in Botswana, mainly rhino, but the government decided to set up a military task force in the fight against the scourge. Poachers were ruthlessly dealt with and the task force became a full-time anti-poaching unit.
The Linyanti area of Botswana was once a hunting concession but in the past 10 years, with only photographic tourism being offered, the elephants are starting to return en masse to the region and Linyanti today is being touted as equal to Chobe when it comes to elephant experience. – Wikipedia
An Ultra-Orthodox Jew examines a citron fruit which is part of 'The Four Species' every Jew should have towards the feast of SUKKOT.
There are many, many commandments in Judaism. It's a religion that dictates all your life from the moment you open your eyes to the moment you close them. As such, it can help arrange people that have difficulties in arranging their lives, and it opens a big place to obsessive lines: 'did I do that good enough'? e.g. 'is this citron good enough for the feast?'
Attempting self-portraiture outdoors, reflector used. JPEG processed in Luminar and macOS High Sierra photo editor.
A classic Victorian mansion, this building clearly represents some of the Army's architectural motivations. Recognizing the difficulties for officers and their families of being assigned to remote posts, the Army built homes such as this one to provide a measure of urbanity. The placement of this imposing structure at the center of Officers' Row, with the status of residents decreasing proportionally with distance from the center, mirrors the social and organizational stratification of a military post.
Built in 1892 of fire resistant stone, this building was the fifth Commanding Officer's Quarters at the post. As the highest status residence, the C.O. Quarters hosted many visiting dignitaries and distinguished guests. Among these visitors was President Theodore Roosevelt who visited the region at least four times between 1911 and 1917.
"The difficulty lies not so much in developing new ideas as in escaping from old ones." - John Maynard Keynes
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Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
I'm having difficulty letting go of the 'jack-o-lanterns as a metaphor for life' theme lately. Problem is, they are still out there. Most people in the village have stashed away their Halloween deco and cleaned up the remains. But here and there I come upon scenes like this with rotting pumpkins slowly dissolving into orange goo. For reasons I can't explain, I find them even more compelling now that I did when they were freshly carved. I think it's fueled in part by the sense of personality imbued by the facial features which are softening in the way I associate with elderly people. The effect is heightened by the manner in which the jack-o-lanterns are cast off and left to decay right where they were originally placed. I've had a lifelong fascination with sadness in the decay of objects that were originally intended to bring happiness. That concept is becoming less abstract for me these days. Deep down is a realization that, with each passing year, I have much more in common with these decomposing jack-o-lanterns than I care to admit.
Graphical difficulties kept me from making this one proper. But I still liked the basic shot so I wanted to share it anyway.
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporiarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in real world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.