View allAll Photos Tagged EXPECTATIONS
Created for Kreative People's Treat This 321 - Aug 1-8, 2023
www.flickr.com/groups/1752359@N21/discuss/72157721919115585/ Many thanks to Brillianthues for sharing the lovely source:
www.flickr.com/photos/brillianthues/53086854998/in/album-...
Background created in PS using Robbi's source after I had rotated it 90 degrees clockwise. The three ladies are unique Dream by Wombo images. All processing done in Photoshop Beta 2023 v.25.0.
Thanks for your visit, faves, and kind comments.
Holly Village, built in around 1860, is in Highgate, North London. It consists of just 12 cottages and was created by Baroness Angela Burdett-Coutts, one of the wealthiest women in Victorian England, second only to Queen Victoria.
Aided by the novelist Charles Dickens and architect Henry Darbishire, the Baroness set up this village using striking gothic architecture. These properties are all Grade II* listed.
Although it was believed that these houses were built as homes for former estate workers or retired Coutts Bank employees, evidence shows these were home to people from the professional middle classes.
Photo taken in April 2022.
I will be posting some more images from NZ this week.
This view is looking towards Queenstown which would have to be one of the most beautiful places I have seen :-)
Switzerland far surpassed my expectations, this country is filled with beauty at every turn! On this particular day, we got to explore the Interlaken area which has too many beautiful places to even possibly fit into one trip, but we did manage to see quite a few. With it being the beginning of the fall season, Switzerland is often hit by many rainstorms and one was on the forecast for today, but thankfully it held off for a while and allowed us to take in more of the beauty of Switzerland. I am constantly amazed at how beautiful God's creation is!
One of Teilhard’s enduring contributions is that he reconciled evolution and creation in such a way that there ought no longer to be seen any intrinsic conflict between the two. God creates the universe evolutively. From the “outside” or “without,”110 the universe evolves; one thing comes to be by way of birth from something that already is.111 From the “inside” or “within,” there is an energy of evolution that moves it. That energy ultimately is love, or God, the God of evolution, the God who makes creation evolve. The cosmos is a cosmogenesis, a coming to be that has a birth with time and unfolds in time.
-Thomas Aquinas and Teilhard de Chardin Christian Humanism in an Age of Unbelief Donald J. Goergen, OP
Day 170 2017 365 (C)
A trip to Plumford Wildflower Meadows revealed a sea of colour as far as the eye could see with the Pyramidal Orchids put on their annual show. An exceptional season with thousands upon thousands of all shapes, forms and hues ranging from Var Alba, white with a hint of pink, light salmon through to mauves and crimson, one of natures true delights.......
My friend at 4 1/2 months. We plan to do a maternity session in a few months. I had to ask her to stick her belly out farther for this shot. =D
I am not crazy about this composition but it was worth a shot. I have better ideas for the next session.
Wishing everyone a year filled with great expectations, new goals to be reached new challenge to hurdle, and new opportunities waiting to be discovered.
Taken at this first day of the year, at my usual venue, the Lake Ontario, I was late for the sunrise....
"Never be afraid to try something new. Remember amateurs built the ark; professionals built theTitanic"
My website | Twitter | Instagram
Copyrighted © Wendy Dobing All Rights Reserved
Do not download without my permission.
Hereios - bizarre
There was a bunch of hub-bub about a super moon happening yesterday, when the moon would be closest to the earth, and sadly, it was nothing like this.
There is something to be said about the intrinsic link between failure and expectation. It seems to me that a key component of failure is expectation. Try to imagine failure without expectation? It's tricky. Because in order to fail, you have to have somehow defined what failure is. And we do this with expectation in hand all the time, be it consciously or otherwise. This image is an example of just that. I set it up, had a shot in mind, calculated my exposure, sat on the tracks counting that exposure off mentally, got up closed the shutter and wound the film. All with an expectation of something. Part of that something was a vague notion of how I wanted the image to look. Another part of that something was the expectation that I calculated the technical aspects of the image correctly - focus, exposure, etc. Yet another part of that something was the expectation that the film would be processed correctly. And so on. You get the idea of how something like this is built off a chain of expectations, even when we don't necessarily think of those expectations. Then, when something doesn't go as expected, for example I somehow blew the exposure and overexposed the frame by several stops thereby producing a more faded, washed out image with a bit of a color cast. Well, that goes against my expectation of how I thought this would turn out. My initial reaction was, "Well, blew that one" and mentally began the process of writing this image off. It was just one photo after all and I make a lot of photos. Also, I am no stranger to "blowing it". I often tell people I could bury them with the boxes of throwaway sample prints from "failed" images that I have accumulated over the years. But then again, as I implied above, what is failure really, other than unmet expectations? And if that is really a key to failure, can failure not be converted to something else merely by either tweaking those expectations or simply by not handcuffing yourself to them. It is fine to have expectations, it is also fine to set them aside. After a day, and a second visit to this negative, I gave my initial expectations of this photo a rest and what was left behind was something that was neither expected nor failed. I don't know what it is, nor do I really need to. It is another image in my collection that has something that intrigues me, that has given me something to consider and think about. I used to remark to students that if a every photo you make teaches you something, are there really bad photos?
Anyway, just some thoughts inspired by my misexposure in the making of this particular image. And no, I still don't quite know how I goofed this one up. But I am ok with that too. If I knew, I might want to do it again and that wouldn't be nearly as fun as when it happens incidentally.
Hasselblad Flexbody
Silberra Color 160
There are other shots from the same session on my blog.
Copyright © 2009 Matilde B. All rights reserved. Comments with graphics deleted.
This candid shot was literally "shot from the hip" - I was holding my camera at waist-level with one hand as I walked past this lad. He saw the camera and his eyes just lit up. Could be sharper, but I'm happy considering the chance circumstances.
---
Dieses Bild wurde wirklich "aus der Hüfte" geschossen - ich hielt die Kamera mit nur einer Hand in Hüfthöhe als ich an diesen Jungen vorbei lief. Er sah die Kamera, und seine Augen leuchteten auf. Könnte etwas schärfer sein, ich bin aber mit dem Ergebnis zufrieden, wenn man an die Aufnahmebedingungen denkt.
Yeah. Work, friends, and the road - that’s all I have, and they make me really happy. It took a while to understand Watts’ ‘now’ and ‘beauty of nothingness,’ but here I am, his joyful pupil.
And so, I didn’t even have any expectations, thoughts, or plans for this summer, but something insightful that my friend, Tom, had told me in August 2018 kept bugging me. Subconsciously really, because I couldn’t point the finger. Agnostics like me don’t believe in karma. Science and poetry do it for us. However, we accept the statistical randomness in the Kingdom of Peace, where we belong.
Well, about that statistical randomness that favors goodness. It started in mid-June for me.
A brilliant friend who lives in Cali needed comfort. Unfortunate events pained her unexpectedly, and I had to do something about it. Right when I was about to take a week off to be near my friend, a work project took me to Cali. What joy to do work you love and to be near those you love at the same time. Yes, the sweetness of the statistical randomness on my side. It worked out really well.
I had scheduled a lazy vacation in a Clearwater beach resort during the first week of July and was considering canceling it so that I could be near my friend, but Good C insisted that I shouldn’t. “Don’t cancel it, Steinbeck (that’s what she calls me).” and I didn’t even question her thinking.
So I went to Clearwater, except that the lazy vacation turned into a crazy one thanks to a new friend I made there. From jet skiing and parasailing with Ludí to hunting for good food and befriending strangers in Sanibel Island, that vacation tired us with joy.
Then back to work for two more weeks, and a challenging project took me back to Cali. Fun and tough at the same time, to the point that I couldn’t find time for my friend. That was bothering me, but luck again worked on my side. My friend showed how healed, and healthy her heart had become the day that I left Cali.
Back to another tough project in Colorado, I really want to get done well because it might burden Greg if I don’t complete it. Next week I’m heading to Europe. That might be the most joyful project with my current employer for reasons that need more than just a Flickr photo journal entry.
As a side note, I’ve had a chance to get acquainted with the British psychologist Adam Phillips's work recently. Quite enjoying it. I agree with him to neither apologize nor forgive. He won’t elaborate, but this is what I think: Apology is rarely rooted in integrity. It almost always is self-serving and adds intent to the original insult. Not so easy to accept or comprehend, but I’ve fully subscribed to it for now.
Anyway, the beauty of nothingness matters now.
Everyone must follow the way of life that suits him best. I simply can’t make active preparation’s to save myself ; it seems so pointless to me and would make me feel nervous and unhappy. My letter of application to the Jewish council on Jaap’s urgent advice has upset my cheerful but deadly serious equilibrium. As if I had done something underhanded.
Like crowding onto a small piece of wood adrift on an endless ocean after a shipwreck and then saving oneself by pushing others into the water and watching them drown. It is all so ugly. And I don’t think much of this particular crowd, either. I would much rather join those who prefer to float on their backs for a while, drifting on the ocean with their eyes turned toward heaven, and who go down with a prayer.
-Etty Hillesum
Thomas a Becket church
Fairfield, Romney Marsh.
this remote church was in the opening scenes of a couple of adaptations of Charles Dickens Great Expectations....although rather more moody than my interpretation....I must go again!
We went to the James River State Park trying to get some wonderful sunset shots...However, nature had other plans and a storm took over with thunder, lightning and immense dark clouds. We eventually had t o leave and as soon as we did, torrential rain fell. I always have fun with my husband and this experience was no different. I just wish we had some cooperation from the weather sometimes...
Hope you are all doing well.
Rudi waiting to open his gift
New Covid strain has hit us this Christmas day with urgent warnings for stricter lockdown as its more aggressive, Fortunately I live alone with only the animals for company and friends via Flickr and phone so "distance" myself when not working.
We too are all living in expectation
My niece enjoys the Christmas tree after decorating it together with me last night
Now the floor is filled with presents, the Christmas dinner is cooking, and I am ready to celebrate Christmas Eve together with my parents, siblings, their spouses and adorable children ♡
Enjoy your Christmas Eve! 🎄
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Feel free to follow my facebook photo page:
www.facebook.com/ranveigmariephotography/
Or my Instagram: