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I didn't manage to catch any falling droplets from the icicles in my previous photo (at least not with any degree of sharpness, since I didn't have my faster 50mm lens on), so here is one from last winter. I doubt we are going to have any more snow or ice this season, so there go my chances of trying this again!
... this is a different crop (a square crop that I love these days) and re-edit of a photo I'd posted last year....
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Sigo a sugestão do meu amigo abaixo e peço que escutem esta música belíssima.
To all a great week.
Bom feriado para vcs.
Viva as tetezinhas do Mundo..
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These are the Mandeville flowers. If you’re able to see it good, think of it as an eye exam. Have a great weekend, stay safe and enjoy life. I thank you for stopping by.
Had a moment of inspiration when I was listening to a podcast about photography (TRAILBLAZERS.FM) and decided to take some macro photos, I didn't think that, something amazing will turn out of this little photo shoot, but I shoot one of my favorite photographs.
Yardım et bana!
Söyleyebildiklerimden daha fazlasını anla.
Franz Kafka
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.....legend has it that this distant cousin to the koala will drop from the trees on unsuspecting tourists caught staring up at them, ready to lash out with razor sharp claws, and hoping to to devour them as a tasty snack!
Due to a quirk of light and where I was standing, this drop of water hanging from a spider web appears to be half full.
Deep in the Anza-Borrego desert in Southern California is the rusted metal artwork of Ricardo Breceda. One of the most jaw-dropping works is his famous 350-foot serpent with head and body seeming to slither through the sand.
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Today is My Birthday.. Say Happy Birthday To Me... :D
"Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional....!"
I hope u like the macro....and i hope i moved a step forward..in my whole life... :) Guess how old i am ?!
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Daisy drop
Two years ago I thought I'd ripped these daisies out of the garden but this year they have come back. They always look straggly but I thought I'd keep them to have a go at something like this.
I took a piece of craft wire and twirled it then placed it in front of the flower added a twirled background which I thought contrasted nicely. There was enough natural light in the conservatory where I set up so no other light was needed.
BB Z631 sets off its inbound train for CSX interchange at Clifton Forge. Once a large C&O terminal with shops, things are a bit sleepier here these days. However, a fair amount of carload traffic still flows through here.
The approach of a thunderstorm reminds me in a way of the ball drop sequence that plays out on New Year's eve. There's such anticipation for the ball to drop and the clock to strike midnight. However when the moment is realized, the energy largely dissipates into thin air. There's no excitement for 12:01 am. It was all about reaching that point, the stoke of midnight. From a visual perspective, the intensity of the storm peaks in the seconds before it actually hits. I've witnessed this time and again, and the energy and pure adrenaline never seem to leave me. The purest form of storm atmosphere occurs in places like this...outdoors and out in the open. Better to witness the cloud structure from places with a wide vantage point. I arrived here last evening just ahead of a storm with which I had been driving on a parallel course. Pure luck put me here in the minutes before driving rain. I parked the car and ran out to the edge of this meadow. Menacing clouds rolled in from the west, quickly eclipsing the clear sky off to the east. Always an amazing sight to witness this squeeze play. Outflow winds raced out ahead of the rain, creating an eerie chilling effect on a day that had reached well into the 90s. I could feel alternate gusts of cold and warm wind, depending on the wind direction. The same winds created a frenzy of motion before me as the tall grasses and trees swayed. The clouds were spitting with lightning bolts and crackling with thunder. In the distance I began to hear the approaching rain. It arises as a soft hissing sound that gets louder as it draws near. All at once the rain arrives, and the proverbial New Year's eve ball has dropped. The brooding clouds morph into featureless gray cotton. The clarity of vision is occluded by raindrops. The storm will rage on for another twenty minutes. But photographically the show is over. I make my way back to my car. Soaking wet but still filled with the adrenaline of being here.