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There you go, 1932 Closed Cab Ford Pick-up at the Redcliffe Show. Fabulous makeover, it could tell a few stories no doubt.
The news this week continues to be "awful" (a nod to Mark Humphries on 7.30) with the terrible shooting of ex-prime minister of Japan, Shinzo Abe, and the sacking of UK PM, Boris Johnson by his party.
Shinzo Abe died as a result of individual violence. Boris Johnston largely brought on his own demise as PM by actions that caused his party to finally get sick of him.
The newspaper that is lying on the ground, in the rain, will bring the traditional media take on the awful news.
My sympathies to the people of Japan. Plus sympathies to the residents of NSW whose fourth flood this year will also be producing floods of tears.
What a year and we are only half way through. I doubt BJ deserves many sympathies.
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By this time, only Lee and I were still here, in the company of our new friend Brian, who for avoidance of doubt among regular readers was not the same Brian who accompanied us on our previous visit to Iceland. This Brian was a human being rather than a yellow VW campervan, touring the area on a five night visit from Chicago. Somehow, and despite having a young family at home, he’d been given clearance by mission control to fly to Iceland and spend a few days alone taking photographs. When my children were the same age as his were now, I could barely make it down to the shop at the end of the road to pick up a pint of milk without company, never mind climb aboard a plane bound for somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean. And here he was, sitting alongside us on this far flung Icelandic beach. The crowds had long since departed - not that you really get crowds at Hvalnes, hidden away from the madding hordes as it is. Last time we’d been here, three years earlier on that gloomy grey morning, we hadn’t seen a single soul as the rain endlessly coated our cameras and foiled our intentions, whilst hiding the landscape in featureless clouds.
Now as autumn kicked in, things were rather different. We’d been here since the middle of the afternoon, absorbing the views, wandering over the beach and the headland by the squat, square orange lighthouse, planning compositions. The shot I’d come for three summers earlier was hopefully somewhere on the SD card, and there was a general feeling of contentment. Despite the increased number of visitors in comparison to last time, it was still very peaceful here. Eystrahorn had put right the wrongs of 2019 when moodily I’d perched on the slippery rocks, barely removing the protective plastic sandwich bag from the camera as it sat unused on the tripod. Everything was visible, from the emphatic bulk of Eystrahorn rising at our side, a symphony of bumps, crags and ridges adorned with heavy skirts of scree, to the distant Brunnhorn that sits back to back against its neighbour Vestrahorn. In between lay a hinterland of forbidding mountains that cloaked the monstrous Vatnajokull glacier, and before them, volleys of white surf danced across a narrow spit of black sand that stretched away beside the huge tidal lagoon into the distance and out of sight. Elemental joy, in whichever direction you chose to look.
There are no cities, towns, nor even villages here - you’d need to drive more than thirty miles in one direction before finding yourself at Djúpivogur, nestling among the south eastern fjords, home to five hundred hardy Icelanders. If instead you decide to head west, you’d travel pretty much the same distance to arrive at Höfn, a veritable metropolis in these parts with almost two and a half thousand inhabitants. Apart from that, there are farms, the odd shepherd’s hut, and an ever increasing number of cabins and bunkhouses to accommodate us tourists. All other compass points lead into the vast ocean or the mostly impenetrable mountains at the edge of the largest glacier in Europe. It’s a long way to go if you forgot to pick up that pint of milk, that’s for sure. You’d have to go and knock on a farmhouse door carrying an empty jug, unless you like your coffee black.
With all of that grand vista spreading away in front of us, the long lens offered possibilities beyond the capabilities of its companions in the bag, and in the golden hour it came into its own, especially in these unforgettable minutes when the pinks began to fill the sky, while the golds continued to linger. On the darkening sand, maybe half a mile away, a small group of visitors roamed the shore, taking selfies, playing beach games, gazing out towards the sea, totally oblivious to the three photographers lurking on those distant rocks. A rare moment when the colours of the golden and blue hours seemed to overlap one another and produce a sky that glowed with heavenly fire, drawing a frenzy of shutters rapidly opening and closing. These are the moments that stay with you, a timeless reminder of why you fell in love with landscape photography. A reminder of why a place like this gets inside of your senses and never leaves.
Our first full day in the southeastern corner had been a good one. We said farewell as Brian headed east to Djúpivogur, while we went the opposite way towards our rented chalet at Stafafell. And little did we know that just a few hours later we’d be out of bed, taking photographs of the Northern Lights. But that’s another story. And another unforgettable one at that too. Iceland keeps on making the stories write themselves.
Romeo made an impromptu visit as it was raining, today and I almost missed him, as I didn't want to get wet and stayed under cover :)
However, Arthur coming with bad intentions, no doubt, made enough noise to attract my attention and this is when I spotted Romeo, stoic in the rain ! I believe he likes our new wooden fence :) /
Romeo m'a fait une visite impromptue aujourd'hui, alors qu'il pleuvait et j'ai failli ne pas le voir car je ne voulais pas me faire mouiller et j'etais restee a l'abri.
Cependant, Arthur - certainement rempli de mauvaises intentions - a fait suffisamment de bruit pour attirer mon attention et c'est ainsi que j'ai remarque Romeo, stoic sous la pluie !
Je crois que notre toute nouvelle cloture en bois lui plait bien :)
I have always granted myself the freedom to exercise artistic license and pursue whatever brings me joy. Currently, shots from my cellphone and digital AI artwork fulfill that purpose, at least for the time being. I have always granted myself the freedom to exercise artistic license and pursue whatever brings me joy. Currently, shots from my cellphone and digital AI artwork fulfill that purpose, at least for the time being. Some of my photographs may contain AI generated elements, such as backgrounds.
If in doubt which is my work and which is Generative AI, just look for the watermark on my photography.
Caesalpinia Gilliesii – Yellow Bird of Paradise - Flowers in the street - November 2024-2 (2) (Custom)
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Kegel Clothing Main Store:
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Kegel Clothing Marketplace:
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Sense event. Open 18th January till 8th February:
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7 Deadly s{K}ings participated in the event.
Main Store:
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LOCATION: Roscommon Ridge - Mount Campion National Forest: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Spinach/190/88/257
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If there any Rebus fans present, which I very much doubt, this the Oxford Bar, made noteworthy by Ian Rankin.
With wings slightly obscured by seed heads of Valerian, this Painted Lady has found a flower still in bloom on which to nectar. No doubt an attempt will soon be made to cross the English Channel from Portland Bill to France and onwards to Spain and North Africa. Bon voyage!
View of the Potomac River at Harpers Ferry. The photo was taken from Jefferson Rock. Jefferson Rock derives it's name from Thomas Jefferson, who stood there on October 25, 1783. He described his first view from the landmark as a scene, "worth a voyage across the Atlantic." Although Jefferson may have observed the fall colors similar to these colors, I doubt if he viewed the steeple or the bridge.
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I have difficulty identifying hawks in flight at a far distance, but there is little doubt about a powerful hawk flying low across a field, with a white patch on the rump...Northern Harrier.
This hawk was seen at a VERY far distance, so it was necessary to crop the picture. Not the sharpest of shots but still with some feather detail and motion blur. Happy to have gotten it for Life Bird Photograph #236.
Northcote Aquatic and Recreation Centre, Northcote, Victoria
Swimming pools in Victoria and elsewhere in Australia have been closed during the pandemic. There is apparently some evidence that, because of the treatment of the water in public pools, there is a very low risk of infection from swimming itself however they are places of gathering and no doubt social distancing would be difficult especially on a warm day.
CREDITS:
elprobadordesl.blogspot.com/2021/01/woman-without-doubt.html
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Kegel Clothing Main Store:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/LUNATICA/28/53/3073
Kegel Clothing Marketplace:
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/50711
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Sense event. Open 18th January till 8th February:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/DreamsLand/157/126/1501
7 Deadly s{K}ings participated in the event.
Main Store:
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Shadow%20Crest/125/37/41
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LOCATION: Roscommon Ridge - Mount Campion National Forest: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Spinach/190/88/257
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Lewes racecourse closed in 1964 and these days is used as a training course. It was open for 250 years before closure and its death knell proved to be a couple of bad summers weather-wise.
Unfortunately, Lewes Racecourse suffered from having no running water, no mains electricity or gas and was not connected to the town’s drainage system. Without doubt these shortcomings contributed to the demise of the course. In 1964 a statement was issued by the Horserace Betting Levy Board to the effect that they were withdrawing funding for Lewes with immediate effect.
The most famous reference to the racecourse is the gangland fight that happened in 1936 and was immortalised in the novel Brighton Rock.
Eastry, garden birds. (6)
My lockdown garden birds number 6. I doubt I'll get usable photos of all my garden birds but this Robin is very obliging!
At Elysion alone listening to music reflecting on the past few months none of which has been all fruity and peachy.
I woke up again today........Thank You!
My next three shots, including the above seen one, are devoted to the combination of HDR processing along with Orton Effect. An atmospheric effect that suits more (in my opinion) still subjects !!! An effect that transforms the image from a plain, good no doubt frame, into a "blurred" yet absolutely "concrete" photographic message !!! Into an absolutely refined "dreamy" concept !!! Keep your eyes still on the tree for example and you will "feel" more than its plain figure !!! You will feel its very three dimensional existence !!!
I definitely encourage you to try it my friends !!!! See my personal attempts on this "stunning" photo processing alternative "point of view" !!! www.flickr.com/photos/emil9497photography__art/sets/72157... ..... Some more will follow !!!
EXIF: NIKON D90 with Nikon Nikkor 18-55 lens, Manual mode, f 13, ISO 200, focal length 30 mm, manual exposure selection, auto-focusing mode, cloudy weather white balance adjustments, pattern metering mode, shutter speed 1/200 s, HDR processing was made after a single frame, Orton Effect applied after HDR processing, exact lighting conditions are successfully conveyed to the viewer, no tripod, no flash, original RAW image dimensions 4288 X 2848 pixels ....
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He who does not doubt does not learn.
Meanwhile my friend was in great doubt how the heck he could do some thing on his new camera.
OM System OM-5 with 12-40mm f2.8 Pro lens
- Edward Abbey.
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It’s now four years since I moved to California after about 9 years in the various cities of northeast US. Before my marriage, my future wife and I were working in NYC and San Jose respectively, and were forced to make a choice on where to settle down after the upcoming nuptials. My wife absolutely refused to do the long-distance relationship even for a minute after the wedding so we mutually agreed to look for jobs in each other’s cities and to move to a city where both had good offers. Thankfully fate interfered and the consulting project that I was a part of came to an abrupt end a week before my wedding, my wife had her doubts but I took it as an absolute sign and packed everything I owned into my trusty little Mazda, canceled my lease and drove cross country to the wonderful state of California.
I’d be lying if I claim that I was sure it would turn out ok, I simply wasn’t, as with most people I never liked change and was absolutely scared shitless. But it has all worked out, in the end, we both ended up moving to West Hollywood and having pretty decent jobs with a wonderful new set of friends and tons of national and state parks to keep us entertained. For some reason, all these thoughts went through my mind when I was working on this shot at night and I think I found the perfect quote to go with the image of this amazing location.
I really doubt that somebody would read it but I dunno I just want to say thank you to the wonderful person Voblaforever.^^
Without a doubt, the alpinism is an amazing experience with a little bit of adrenaline dose and outstanding landscapes.
This image is taken during the ascent to Island Peak. After a big snowstorm, nobody had come at the summit, because a lot of snow. However, we decided to try. All in all, it was going to be an authentic adventure.
Sin duda alguna el alpinismo es una emocionante experiencia con un toque de adrenalina e impresionantes paisajes.
Esta imagen fue tomada durante el ascenso al Island Peak. Después un gran tormenta de nieve, nadie había conseguido llegar a la cima por la gran cantidad de nieve. No obstante, decidimos intentarlo. Con todo, iba a ser una gran aventura.
The ascent to Island Peak.
Sagarmatha National Park. Nepal.
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*LEVEL-4 :GALLERY THE VERY BEST*
October 2020
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*LEVEL - 7 : GIVE "PEACE" A CHANCE*
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*LEVEL - 8 : PEACE CHOICE : FINAL DESTINATION
May 2021
A trip out to the old village of Tyneham, Unfortunately many of the ruins have been fenced off and will no doubt crumble and decay. The main buildings are still accessible but I wonder for how long. It was a long walk down and a long walk back up the hill again, but it was fun. Lit with a torch and a BLS.
"I'm a mind full of doubts and I doubt that will change."
Lips: POUT Horror Collection
Eyes: Suicidal Unborn
Eyebrows: Clever Language (Tinted)
Model : Ludivine
Make-up : Ludivine Bailly
Hairstyle : Ludivine Bailly
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That I am absolutely a dog girl ....
really is true that you don't know what you want until you are true with yourself......
I'll never stop being a crazy cat lady though - I can be both as long as I'm really me ♥
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Despite my lens not focusing fast enough for this pretty girl walking by, I just loved the smile and eye contact so much that I decided the shot was a keeper. Processed with high contrast and some heavy grain as a 'stylised' approach often works with a slightly soft-focused shot. Glad I kept and worked with this one rather than dismissing it. Enjoy!
Spent a nice long weekend in Belgium the past few days, where I love coming, the food is good and the beers are delicious, people are friendly and the old cities are beautiful to see....Tournai is one of the oldest cities in Belgium.
Quite a bit to see there and one of that list is without a doubt the beautiful Belfry. It is one of the 56 belfries in Belgium and France that are on the UNESCO World Heritage List