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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.
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- www.kevin-palmer.com - Recently the sun unleashed an X-class flare. With the sunspot directly facing Earth, there was no way the solar storm could miss us. Except it did. Or the impact was so weak that it was barely detectable. With experts predicting the strongest northern lights show of the year, I drove to northern Montana to find clear skies. Like many other sky watchers I was disappointed with the lack of activity. So it goes with aurora hunting. But the nice thing about this northerly latitude is that the aurora often shows itself even without a geomagnetic storm. It wasn’t the bright, sky-filling display that was predicted. To the eye it was just a colorless glow low on the northern horizon. But the reds and greens were really there. A long exposure on a camera has a way of making the invisible visible. Sometimes it’s better to keep expectations low with events like these and just enjoy the beautiful nights as they are. By 2AM the winds had died down. The stars and a flashing meteor were reflected over Nelson Reservoir as fog drifted through the crisp, icy air.
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.
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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.
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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.
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!
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A couple of horses pay no attention to Vermont Rail's southbound freight RDHJ. From the welcoming folks at Otter Creek Stables to the relaxed pace of the chase, every part of my brief time in Vermont lived up my expectations.
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
We are almost close to end of March, still you could see icy formations on the rocks and by the lake shore, colder than the previous average. Won't be too long before the spring steps in...
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Plage de Kuta, Lombok, Indonésie.
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The lighting and clouds enhanced this view of the chimney sweep statue. There's also a gull by happenstance.
We all have expectations, be it the farmer who believes with proper care that his crops will grow or the promise that there is light beyond the clouds.
A farmhouse in Flamstead, Hertfordshire. The pebble dash cover is a 20th century thing, the house itself has a Georgian appearance and is at least 200 years old. When the classical portico was added with its Dorian columns, the owner, possibly a farmer, was expressing their social status or, at least, their wish to be recognised and "belong".
Quizá no sea un efecto del que abusar, pero he visto grandes cosas con él.... Y me moría por probarlo. lo tuve claro al encuadrar la escena . Ya lo puliremos... O no!!!
Yellow leaves and white bark on autumn aspen trees, Sierra Nevada.“Autumn Aspens Leaves and Trunks” — Yellow leaves and white bark on autumn aspen trees, Sierra Nevada.
I have noted before that many Sierra Nevada aspen trees do not quite correspond to our classic expectations — rather than tall, straight trees we often see shorter, broken, and bent aspens. I think this may be a consequence of things like very rocky terrain, lower precipitation, and steep slopes. But the classic trees with straight trunks and tall canopies do exist.
My decision to photograph in this spot was, to some extent, a practical one. Late in the day very strong winds developed. (And they would continue on into the next two days, as well.) Unless you like motion blur — and it has its place — wind and aspen leaf photography don’t mix well. Not only are the leaves (and branches and trunks) in constant motion, but the leaves quickly fall in the wind. So I headed to this relatively sheltered spot with bigger trees, found some compositions, and waited for breaks in the gale to make a few photographs.
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN – SEE YOU SOON <3
“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
- Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels
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MONSTER MASH – BOBBY “BORIS” PICKETT
A TALE FOR HALLOWE'EN
Haunted by the past
shadow weavers spin a grisly path
bloodshed ripened by the burning laughter
cackling; cawing birds with blackened plumage
sit amongst the great oaks circled like ancient stones
pondering; deliberating;
coaxing thoughts from secret innocent brains
spitting; spilling intestinal,
twisted columns like engorged worms
emerge from rounded tors
where tombstones fall in all their lost directions
point like arrows to distance lands
where once they came on voyages bound
for incoming tides; lapping
and supping like thirsty dogs worked on the lands
salting sea dogs; march like Marsh frogs; croaking;
encroaching in their hordes
green as slime from slurry pits
and stinking; stench invading nostrils;
hopping crops to miss the circles where creatures from
another realm have mystified the hoi polloi for centuries;
eventually the stories fell to urban myths
and historic notions hid the truth
that Hallowe'en is an intelligent invention;
an intervention to prevent our troubled pasts
from catching up on us and suffocating slowly all our pre-conditioned thoughts
and cognitive behavioural patterns,
yet still we seek the darkness on this, some say, sacred night
and others hide within their homesteads;
sprinkled salt to every step and window sill;
they sit in fear in dim-lit candlelight;
ready to be blown out at any given moment
when chance or fate brings strangers thereabouts
to wrap sharply on the knockers on their wooden doors
and as they shiver beneath the old iron bedstead
and scrunch their eyes tight shut;
a primal squeeze of distant recognition
springs sharply piercing to their memories
and all the compartmental little shutters laying dormant
within their harrowed minds; awaken now; stir times
from ancient burial grounds where stones rock in their cradles
deep beneath the earth;
disinterred they fall and crash like thunder;
splintering marble; splicing names and dates
that once meant something to someone,
now crumble as the dead rise up again
and those who knock on doors
come laughing like rag tag beggars seeking all you have
DON'T hide; that is the very worst thing you can do;
unlock your doors and beckon them inside
offer sweets and cookies; treats; avoid the tricking;
that trickery; magical menacing personified
they come with intent to rob your larder,
but better that than leave them all outside
for some of us it has no other meaning
than a little fun on one night of the year
but for others of us gathering on the hillside;
cloaked and daggered; hand in hand we bide
chanting words from long-lost civilisations
that sound so gutteral;
bitten by the wind and burning fire
we circle round and round it, cold and muttering;
giving thanks that we will all survive our ancestors
some of whom were burned here,
on stakes for all the villagers to see
will rise at witching hour;
between the hours of three and four's a given
and we will see them all again
and speak of all the ways of the now living
As witches we can make things far better or far worse
but the one thing we are good at is to curse
you'll find us often around the cauldron
stirring and talking generally in verse
a pinch of this; a pinch of that
it all goes in the pot
it simmers for a good long while
don't drink it when it's hot
but leave to stew
and know that you
will benefit from this broth
don't let greed be your guide
a little will suffice
a sip of this; a sip of that
Ah! Hallowe'en is so nice …
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Don't have nightmares!! Happy Halloween Everyone ; 0))
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