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While digging through my back-up of photos, I stumbled across a photo I totally forgotten I had taken; Rachel (one of my cosplay buddies) in a swimsuit at the "Pinups by the Pool/Mermaid" party.
I ran this photo by Rachel to get her permission to 1) work on the photo and (a bit later) 2) which version did she like best for me to post. This is a slightly cropped in version (10x8) with a B&W filter (darker on the reds) that she chose. It's bit different from my normal, full-colored images.
Winter storm Vulcan did not live long and prosper, but it did live long enough to dump over a foot of snow on Western NY. I went up the the LA&L the next morning in hopes of getting the road train popping through drifts at the grade crossings. The road power was used to put the previous days inbound train away in the yard and then the crew on the road power headed off to clean out switches along the line. I couldn't wait around for the train to leave. When I left home to go to work later that morning at 11am, I could see that the outbound road trains cars were still parked in Lakeville.
Hot Water Beach is a beach on the east coast of the Coromandel Peninsula, New Zealand. Two hours either side of low tide visitors flock to the usually deserted Hot Water Beach to find hot water bubbling through the sand. People can been seen digging their own spa pool in the sand to lie back in and relax. With the ebb and flow of the tide each individually created hot pool is washed away clearing the way for the next influx of visitors.
I am not sure if this is digging, really.
A sort of Sisyfos work is what springs to mind after having watched the excavator for a while.
A fun little detail is that the platform the excavator stands on is not anchored to the bottom.
It moved around quite a bit, but I guess there´s a thought behind that too.
A Herdwick sheep losing her fleece enjoys some cool grass as her lamb digs up the mole hills just for fun in the valley at Wasdale
Of the series I talked about here.
The whole series was inspired by this Brooke Shaden's image.
Model in this picture is Iván, the boyfriend of a good friend of mine.
Texture by Smoko-Stock
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De la serie de la que hablé aquí.
La serie completa está inspirada en esta imagen de Brooke Shaden.
El modelo en esta foto es Iván, el novio de una buena amiga mía.
Textura de Smoko-Stock
Dear flickr friends, I am so sorry to have been away so long. As is the story with all of corporate America, they laid off people in my department and then expect the rest of us, "lucky" to have jobs, to work 10 times harder. It has been rough. I will try to do better and keep uploading to flickr because I do love this site and connecting with all of you.
I finally took a day off a few days ago and had the most perfect day at the beach. We have not spent nearly enough time there this summer, so I hope to go back this weekend. I loved watching this cute little family digging for sandcrabs. In processing it, I was going for a dreamy, painterly effect.
I used the new Lensbaby Composer Pro and Florabella textures.
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Digging for fishing bait, the elusive Lugworm, and if you are lucky, Ragworm
I have done it, it's back breaking.
Sheringham beach, North Norfolk.
I am curious s to what made this flower like digging in the sand.... Monahan Sandhills State Park, Texas, 19 November 2023
Canon 40D with 17-55 IS F2,8
1 400 watt strobe with softbox to the left of Jinny.
Further processed in photoshop.
Reseda, Ca – Had some fun driving my friend’s R/C Truck (Traxxas Nitro Savage). This thing is crazy powerful thanks to the nitro engine and its four wheel drive. Yeah, it’s a toy but it is one hell of a fun toy! Nothing like watching the roost of dirt and rocks fly through the air as the truck surges sideways compressing the suspension as it lurches forward eating the dust and natural debris. The experience makes me want one.
Soldier is watching how the Chinook unload his sling while they dig foxholes. On the fars left there are more soldiers digging, the brownout make them disappear.
The wind blew peacefully through the trees. Birds chirped, squirrels chattered, and the sound of leaves falling could be heard in the thick, beautiful forest of southern Lenfald. Bits of red and orange were beginning to appear in the treetops. The forest was changing, green was giving way to red.
Sir Glennian reflected on this as he and his companions treaded, almost silently, on the old forest road. So many things had happened recently, the once peaceful land of Roawia was now aching with the pains of conflict and turmoil, and the only plausible outcome seemed to be war. Loreos, only few miles walk southward, was now threatening invasion. Green did indeed seem to be giving way to red.
Sounds of people now reached Sir Glennian’s ears, and he saw they had almost reached their destination. As he came around a bend in the path, he saw it, not a hundred yards ahead of him. A deep hole had been dug in the center of the path, nearly fifteen feet deep, and men could be seen swarming around it.
“Foreman!” Sir Glennian shouted.
All the workers turned and noticed their visitors, and a stout man in a green cloak turned to greet them. He had a thick, curly, brown beard covering his smiling face, which was topped with thick, curly, brown hair.
“Ah, you are here at last!” He greeted them. “We have made much progress on the work. As you can see, the hole is over a dozen feet deep. Just an hour ago the blacksmith arrived with the spikes that will be stuck in the bottom. Then we will cover it with branches spread over with dirt, and the next Loreesi scum who comes through here-”
He broke off with a large wave of his hand, indicating the destruction the Loreesi would face.
Glennian nodded. “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
He looked forlornly down the path. Somewhere in that direction was a great desert…one in which war was brewing, a war that, he feared, Lenfald could never be completely ready for.
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Well, I was going to enter this into the last Lenfald LC, but I obviously didn’t finish it in time. Congrats to Gary and Paul on the wins! ;)
Soli Deo Gloria! :)
Flower - Greenwich Park, London, England - Saturday May 31st 2008.
This is dedicated to my wondeful friend & new teacher Amber, for teaching me how to use photoshop..lol...- see her wonderful images here.. www.flickr.com/photos/aswirly/ - Thanks for your help...the lessons have only just started..lol
Wishing her and all of you wonderful people a wonderful weekend...:O))))
I am now back in Australia and after digging deep into my wardrobe here (and it is very deep!) I found this dress from years ago and would you believe it fits better now than it did then. Time for another airing!
Echidna, an Australian monotreme which lays an egg in its pouch. The egg hatches & the baby stays in the pouch until it has spines. They live on termites & ants.
Taken at Shoalhaven Zoo, Nowra. A great place to visit
Adjectives to Inspire- spiky
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.