Excited about Christmas!
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As Christmas Day draws closer, it's very exciting to look at the wrapped gifts and to wonder what's inside each one. In fact, the excitement can sometimes become so intense that you can actually see it swirling around the gifts... 😄
Looking Close on Friday: "Wrapped Gifts" theme
HLCoF
Speaking of gifts, I wish the gift of a warm and festive holiday season to all of my Flickr friends, and a very Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. Thanks for your comments and support throughout the year; it is very much appreciated!
For any who might be interested in how this image was made, by the way, I've added a brief description in the first comment box.
Picture for the theme "Having fun". Not only Vas'ka, we are also happy to see the expression of delight on Vas'ka's face when he sees fried chicken
Vas'ka likes to sit right in front of the TV near the dining table. when we have lunch or dinner.
Thank you very much for visits, favs and comments, it's greatly appreciated!
Just for fun... two Brown-violetears fighting for the perch, one of them out of focus :)
San Tadeo Birding, Mindo, Ecuador
Surfs up at Surfers Paradise, Gold Coast, Australia.; a great day was had by all! :-)
Canon EOS 7D Mark II
Overalls: =Zenith=Summer bib jeans w/ T (Sea blue)
Hair: *PH* 8152 (w/bandanna)
Bracelet: PIXEL BOX - Bracelets Friendship Maitreya
Harness racing is a form of horse racing in which the horses race at a specific gait They usually pull a two-wheeled cart called a sulky
Wheels in motion
Best experienced in full screen...thanks for viewing
I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love
[Leo Tolstoy]
On outdoor location to a village called Mukhmelpur, on the outskirts of Delhi for a rural shoot, I captured this pretty young girl (model) looking towards me, carrying green grass home to be used as fodder for cattle in India. This girl looked rustic except for her tattoo on the wrist. Wearing a typical Indian rural outfit with her head covered with a 'dupatta', she totally looked her part of a young village girl. The wheat fields were beautiful green with a month or two away from harvesting!
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The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.
Henry David Thoreau.
Henry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862) was an American essayist, poet, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist, tax resister, development critic, surveyor, and historian. A leading transcendentalist, Thoreau is best known for his book Walden, a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and his essay "Civil Disobedience" (originally published as "Resistance to Civil Government"), an argument for disobedience to an unjust state. Source Wikipedia.
There's this sense of excitement because you invent and control the characters. You decide whether they live or die. I find this type of creative process tremendously stimulating.
-Sidney Sheldon
SLURL: Kintsugi; Spirited Beyond
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P.S. I took this picture a month ago but isn't it ironic on how my posting mood goes. This so fits the steampunk frenzy I am on right now and gives me more inspiration to write about this. Of course the Creativity globe was better fitted in the more 'developed' areas of Kintsugi's little town. Too much rust collecting along the metallic buildings.
There is just so much to say about creativity. I mean don't you feel a tingle every time you see pipes fuming, then turning of the wheels for results and so on and so forth. I guess that is how our brain really looks like on the inside, a multi layer of pipes over pipes with so many switches, wheels and buttons ready for us to produce what have been bubbling up and brewing for who knows how long. Sometimes some ideas get stuck in various pipes or maybe a new idea manages to flow easily along. Then you have 'muses' who tend to press buttons for you or pull down switches without your knowledge! Isn't it amazing how the mind works in such ways that sometimes you just need to give your head a tap to work properly. :p
K861-05 came from the CP in Chicago, and amazingly, the power stayed on the train thru Corbin. Here it is passing thru downtown Starke, FL on April 9, 2016. They had a "Strawberry Festival" going on, and I almost watched a blue grass band get hit by this train.
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This week's Big Excitement for me ! My first excursion with my newly delivered camera took me to our nearest field and it was being harvested. A combine harvester - Oh JOY ! You can see the dust it's kicking up over there on the right near the trees. The driver saw me taking photos and kindly drove down the field again and right past me, smiled and gave me a 'thumbs up'. Isn't it wonderful when people are so kind? Made my day ! (That may be my next upload).
The clouds were beautiful and I loved the lines the newly cut stubble made, so I painted this scene in Topaz Impression 2. I do hope you like it !
As always, thank you so much for your comments, faves or for just looking. Happy weekend to you all ... I hope you find similar kindness and friendliness in everyone you meet.
YOUR kindness has meant this image reached Explore number 79 on 13 August 2016 - thank you all so very much !
In a small part of the wood, a red-berried tree was reason for a day of excitement for several species of birds - here: the red-eyed vireo, a bird with a descriptive name that sings a part of it - at least this is how I remember the song: vire-ee vire-oh.
I'd give a body part to be in Havasu right now and catch this kind of sunrise rather than watching the sun rise in my rear view mirror as I drive to work. My life has settle into a rut that is B.O.R.I.N.G.
I'm craving the open road, adventure, excitement and something to do rather than paperwork all day.
Not much bigger than the leaves of the tree she calls home, this female Shining Flycatcher was darting back and forth with nesting material, preparing to raise the next generation. I managed to capture a shot of her singing on the near-complete nest as we quietly passed by on the boat, gliding along the famous Daintree River in tropical Australia. Taken in FNQ, Australia
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I blame people like us. We take pictures of pretty things in pretty places and share them with the world after all, so what do we expect? Post them here on the pages of Flickr and the chances are that only photographers will see them. But then again so many of us also post our photos on sites where a lot more people see them - pretty people who grin into their phones and post the images to far more followers than many of us are ever likely to have. Guilty Milord.
Well that's what I was thinking to myself yesterday as I searched for the quieter spaces amongst the hordes. It was a bit of a surprise to find so many people here on a Monday, but what we hadn't bargained for was the fact that it was a Baker Day, an occasional school closure day devised by an Education Secretary of yesteryear who wanted to invent something to endorse his passage into the House of Lords with a knighthood before leaving office. They all like to do things like that don't they? Suffice to say, there were far more people wandering around the handful of increasingly famous poppy fields than expected, most of them respectful, but with a noticeable minority strolling in among the flowers as if they somehow thought their footsteps wouldn't cause any damage to this fragile beauty spot. In fact one of you had recently asked me whether it was worth visiting the poppies this year, and a few messages were exchanged on the subject as I held my head in my hands at the sight of the family who took turns to lie down in an already flattened bed just a handful of yards in front of the composition I was busily lining up. And I'll bet their Instagram post gets a load more likes than mine does too. If I were half a head taller and rather more menacing in nature I might have had words, but of course I'm British and I don't like to make a scene. How often I've watched Arnold or Clint in a movie just looking at the bad guys in a certain way, artfully persuading them to move on with nothing more than the raising of a single eyebrow unless they wanted to be turned into toast. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle." I wish I could do that sometimes. Most of the time in fact.
Relieved that the world had finally gone back to work, we'd arrived here in the van for the day after a fun packed "platty joobs" (I think I've spelt that correctly) weekend, at times checking in to see how Her Majesty was holding up amid all the excitement. At other moments over the long weekend we wandered across the road, making use of our locals' free entry wristbands to the ever growing music festival that drowns all other sounds from the air around here for three days at this time each year. Of course neither Ali nor I are keen on crowds, but it didn't stop us from making our way to the front row to see what a sixty year old pop star with a penchant for profanities who's spent much of his life shovelling illegal substances into his bloodstream looks like. A fun gig, but although she may be ninety-six, the Queen looks a lot better than Shaun Ryder, bless him. No wonder Black Grape have only made three albums in twenty-nine years.
This year's poppy show also seemed to have expanded, with more fields than ever seemingly painted red, planted by the National Trust who own this patch of land. Maybe it needed to be so in order to accommodate the number of people who seemed intent on visiting. Maybe I'm just used to arriving later in the day when most of them have headed to the Bowgie for their supper. But I'd decided I was going to go low to the ground and concentrate on greens, yellows and of course reds, rather than blues, making the sky all but an irrelevance. I've shot that classic view more than once before, and so have many others, so this time I preferred to concentrate on the small details right in front of me. Not for the first time I used the long lens that seems to work so well here, and I'm still wondering whether the 100-400 might have been an even better option. I had the crop camera with the art lens in the bag too, but that's where it stayed.
What did surprise me when I saved my raw files into my online drive was the fact that it was my first visit here since 2018. And there was I thinking I came here every year. So it seems that I may not be responsible for the arrival of the masses after all. It must be you then. Although I've just done it myself again haven't I?
.. of your first kite ... do you remember? .....I don't :)
Been some time since I did a brown toned image... heck been a long time since I did anything :))
Vignetting works? Doesn't work? Not so sure...
Soar Large On Black and have a great week!
Ende Jänner bzw. Anfang Feber hat es wieder ordentlich geschneit in weiten Teilen Österreichs. Wenige Tage später setzte jedoch ein Hoch mit jede Menge Sonnenschein durch. Da ich eine Reise zum Obdacher Sattel seit längerem geplant habe, habe ich mich entschlossen, dorthin zu fahren. Mein eigentlicher Plan, mit dem letzten Schnellzug nach Graz und von dort mit dem ersten Zug des Tages nach Zeltweg zu fahren, musste aber ausgesetzt worden da in der NachtTemperaturen um -15 Grad erwartet waren, also kein gutes Wetter für solche Touren inklusive nächtliche Stadtbummeln. Daher habe ich doch ein Zimmer gebucht, obwohl wir jetzt jedes Cent in unsere neue – übrigens erste - Wohnung investieren. Aber wenn man nachts schläft, kann ja ruhig gleich am Morgen losfahren. Gedacht, getan und so gelangte ich am ersten Tag des Toures nach Grünbach am Schneeberg. Wegen akuten Ersatzteilmangel bei den ÖBB fahren jetzt wieder öfter die alte 5047er nach Puchberg, daher war ich ein wenig nervös, ob ein Desiro oder eine 5047er kommt. Zum Glück waren an diesem Tag beide Umläufe mit 5022ern bestückt und so konnte 5022.038 mit dem R 6427 verewigt werden.
The end of January and the very first weeks of February brought large amounts of snow into Austria. Accompanied with days with 8 hours of sunshine, perfect conditions were expected to take a tour to Obdach – a destination that I have been planning to visit for a long time. Initially, I planned to take the last fast train to Graz which arrives there around 1:30 a.m and continue the journey with an early S-Bahn towards Zeltweg. However, as temperatures around – 15 Degrees Celsius were forecasted, I had to rent a room – such temperatures are certainly not the perfect ones to have a tour with a stopover at night. Since I had a room for the night, I decided to start early in the morning – the first destination was Grünbach am Scheenberg. Recently, however, some excitement is associated with tours around Wiener Neustadt as due to the scarcity of spare parts, the Desiros of the series 5022 are occasionally replaced by the ugly old 5047 DMUs. This day, I had a luck as all trains were operated with Desiros. One of them, 5022.038 is passing my spot with R 6427 towards Puchberg.