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OK, I swore I'd never use Faceapp, but *sigh* I CAVED. LOL I just couldn't resist the dimples! I hope you all like it :D
White Ibis (Eudocimus albus) in the wetlands of Seabourne Creek Nature Park, Rosenberg, Texas, on the monthly bird survey.
If Guinness had a world record for most New Holland Honeyeaters in a Mount Gambier bird bath, then we might have a new contender! My previous best was to see 13 birds at once in the bath. They were coming and going in flurries constantly, but I managed a couple of shots that show 15 at once.
The shot needed a little post processing due to the heavily backlit situation, but it was worth a bit of work.
I do have a soft spot for long exposure minimalist work, when I'm in the mood, usually mono but I also have a liking for soft pastel colours. This one didn't need much doing to it as the murky waters of the Bristol Channel saw to that.
Another photo at Cleveleys beach, near Blackpool, this time the stone Ogre with RED eyes!!
The Ogre is the big baddy of the Mythic Coast story, created by author Gareth Thompson and illustrated by Hannah Magee.
He was hand carved from a single fifteen ton block of limestone by the stonemason Adrian Wright and installed below the tide line on Cleveleys beach.
Today is my Rez Day! 03/08/2008!
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Logged into the sweetest sign on my platform from my friend Neve. 😭
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What's funny is - fifteen years ago I logged in for the first time so I could play the "gossip girl" warner bros. cross promoted RP. I fell in love with SL but ended up putting it down after only a couple months. Flash forward to the panini in March 2020 and I thought "Hmmm, i wonder what's going on in SL?" I've been hooked ever since.
So really, I'm actually like 3, but let's just go with fifteen - its less confusing. <3
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This afternoon we had some nice clouds but no rain in the Silicon Valley. After dinner I grabbed my gear and headed north to capture the sunset at Alviso, California. There were too many clouds at the horizon to see a clean sunset, but the cloud formation above looked kind of interesting. Also, I think the winding slough brings some dynamic into the scene.
Do you recognize the title?
I processed a balanced HDR photo from three RAW exposures. I could have made the area around the sun darker, but I chose the burn out to make it look more natural.
-- © Peter Thoeny, CC BY-NC-SA 4.0, HDR, 3 RAW exposures, NEX-6, _DSC8041_2_3_hdr3nat1e
The next day, the two Cliffs GP15-1s pull the coal train out of the Indiana Harbor Works to be interchanged with CSX at Lakefront Yard.
Explore Dec 27, 2009 #315
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CAST
Marina Vita: TB
Tristan Vita: Erebus
Costume Design: Bailey
Hairstyle: Bailey
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FIFTEEN Warning sign of things to come
(Tristan comes out of the bedroom clad in loose sweats, yawning and smiling.)
Tristan:
I smell something delicious. (he goes to Mari in the kitchenette, kissing her neck)
Mari:
(smiles) Pancakes and bacon wake you?
Tristan:
I meant YOU. (playfully nibbles her neck) Delicious!
Mari:
(laughs, wriggling in his arms) Stop! That tickles!
Tristan:
I thought I heard you talking to someone?
Mari:
Walter called. I think he was hoping I'd created some more flagae.
Tristan:
Now, you're calling it that? (smiles)
Mari:
Now that I know what he thinks they are, I'm not sure I want to paint them again. Go sit, I'll bring the food. Coffee's on the table.
Tristan:
And you said waiting tables was a waste of time. (laughs, ducking as she snaps a kitchen towel at him, crossing the room to where the little table awaits them) So, what does Walter think your paintings are?
Mari:
(as she brings the breakfast platter to the table) I think the best description would be, "mirror spirits."
Tristan:
(helping himself to pancakes) Mirror spirits? So, reflections?
Mari:
Reflections of life, that's a good way to put it. (gives a little chuckle) But according to Walter, they're reflections, but they're still alive.
Tristan:
(one eyebrow raises) How?
Mari:
(shrugs, also taking pancakes) Walter's the one who believes in fairytales. Talk to him about them.
Tristan:
I'll do that, next time I'm in town.
Mari:
Terrific. That will be after breakfast.
Tristan:
(sipping his coffee, pauses) It will?
Mari:
(nods, smiling mischievously) I have a grocery list on the counter, and while you're gone, I'm taking my easel back outside to see if I can finish that landscape.
Tristan:
Devious. (points at her with a forkful of pancake) You're devious.
Mari:
(smiling) It's how I got you to marry me.
(Less than two hours later, after Tristan helps her with the dishes, and moving her easel outside, Mari waves at him as he backs the Jeep down the dirt drive, out of sight. Settling on a pillow, in front of the unfinished canvas, Mari allowed her mind to wander as she basked in the sunlight, listening to the sounds of nature, breathing in the fragrance of flowers, grass, and forest.)
Tristan:
(shaking Mari, sounding frightened) Mari! Come on! Wake up, baby!
Mari:
(opens her eyes, startled by his voice, and the rough shaking) Tristan! What are you doing? I'm awake! I'm awake! (she sits up, pushing him away)
Tristan:
Oh, thank god, thank god! I thought you were gone!
Mari:
Gone? What are you talking about? You've just left, I barely got settled for painting.
Tristan:
It's past noon, Mari! I've been trying to wake you for almost ten minutes! I was just about to put you in the Jeep and drive like hell to the nearest doctor!
Mari:
You're not funny, Tris. It's barely been ... two ... minutes? (her voice trails off as she realizes the spot where she's sitting is shaded, when it was in sunlight a moment earlier, and the Jeep is back, but she hadn't heard its throaty engine, and the canvas -- she gasped and recoiled from it) What the hell, Tris!?!
Tristan:
Yeah, that's pretty much what I thought when I saw it.
(The landscape is gone. In its place is a scene of terror. Her back to the viewer, in the main room of the cabin, Mari stands over Tristan's body with a knife. Her head is turned very slightly toward the mirror, and in the mirror -- Mari's reflection is horrified at what she sees, her hands planted against the glass, as if she's struggling to break through. And all across the painting are large squares Mari can't identify -- at first. Slowly, she looks toward the window of the cabin and makes a soft, shocked, moan. Tristan follows her gaze and realizes that the canvas in the front yard is set so that the mirror inside the cabin captures them, and the canvas, in its reflection, through the window.)
Mari:
What does it mean, Tris? What does it mean?
Tristan:
Walter's stories must have gotten to you. You had another nightmare, and sleep-painted again. Can't say I'm flattered to be included.
Mari:
Tris, I'd never --!
Tristan:
(interrupts) I know you wouldn't. (pulls her close) I know you wouldn't. It's just that crazy old guy's stories, that's all. He creeped me out, too. If I'd known this was some kind of obsession with him, I'd have never brought those paintings to him in the first place.
Mari:
We should get out of here, Tris. Today, now!
Tristan:
You don't have to convince me. Let's pack.
Fifteen bird species showed up in the back yard during our recent snow day. Most of them regulars but in higher numbers, came for the free food and drink when many of the other local eateries were closed for the day. In Webster, Texas.
I have finally finished my course and would like to share my final submissions with you. This is the first inspired by Andy Warhol.
1.Fifteen.
“In the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.”
(Andy Warhol)
In today’s world of social media platforms, people are searching for their 15 minutes of fame. Celebrities seem to be the new gods. They are lauded and applauded. They are made larger than life and are given the gloss of perfection.
I chose to create a pop art photo of a singer song writer who could have achieved his 15 minutes of fame. I thought that by using vibrant colours and the same image, on vibrantly coloured backgrounds and applying different blendes, I could create a shot suggestive of the exaltation given to celebrities.
Today we were fifteen minutes late when we walked to this canyon. The wild turkeys had already left and headed home. You can still see them on the slope near those houses.
CPKC 2-411-28 wields 15k tons and 11,200 feet of train outta Moose Jaw after 6 hours of work in C yard. The crew is desperate to make their 10 hours into Swift Current with a little RTC help, but as they climb out of Chaplin, CP 7014 and the middle distributed KCM 4078 are struggling to pull 25 mph on an FTO-free crank into Notch 8.
The grade and size of train is well visualized here as they approach Ernfold East, with the last cut of tanks emerging into view, noticeably at a lower elevation than the head-end foreground.
I took this shot at the same spot in front of the waterfalls but fifteen minutes before the previous photo. Weather was changing so fast in Iceland. I literally witnessed at least three seasons in one day.
I've got a mule and her name is Sal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal
She's a good old worker and a good old pal
Fifteen miles on the Erie Canal...
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The last time I was on this part of Monterey Highway, it was still US101, before they built the bypass...I was with my half-brother enroute to Long Beach to purchase a Detroit Deisel 271 for his first salmon trawler...(it was the slowest boat in the fleet)...got a flat tire right about here too while it was over 100*...
She is named as such because that was the tag on her butt.
She's pretty and she's a nutcase. She and I agree not to agree on most things.
This camellia shrub was under an eave of the administration building at the gardens. This branch sought out the light, growing taller than I so I was able to look up into the downward facing blossoms, backlit by the sun.