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Finally got that lens! I had it before Christmas but it wasn't working as it should and I had to send it back.
And winter this year is beautiful. Plenty of snow and very cold.
You sing to the sun and to the sky with your song
your voice shells the cereal of the day,
the pines speak with their green tongue:
All the winter birds sing.
The sea fills its cellars with footsteps,
of bells, chains and moans,
metal and utensils tinkle,
the wheels of the caravan sound.
But only your voice I hear and it goes up
your voice with flight and arrow precision,
lower your voice with the gravity of rain,
your voice scatters lofty swords,
your voice becomes loaded with violets
and then accompanies me through the sky.
Pablo Neruda
Luane's World - Le Monde Perdu - Spring 2022 , Le Monde Perdu (56, 223, 31) - Moderado
A recent winter scene in the woodlands with some footsteps in the snow... It's always interesting to see the snow when it first arrives as it looks so nice and clean, but a bit of human presence changes all that!
I wonder how many miles I've walked in my 58 years here on this earth?
I've walked this section of the Jurassic Way footpath to Sibbertoft and back at least 20 times during the pandemic, so there's 200 miles, plus all the times I've walked upstairs, or into my garage, then had to retrace my steps because I've forgotten what I went there for, my school days, hmmm I must've walked at least 3 or 4 miles daily, 5 days a week, then there's all the 20 mile sponsored walks for Mencap that I used to do, the 26 mile walk for 'world awareness' where I walked behind a Buddhist monk banging his drum for each step.
As you can see, April has been an exceptionally dry month.
Time for me to do a Raindance and hope no-one's watching ... and if they are, why worry about it anyway?
Not every day is sunny but that actually made it a good time to grab some pictures along this trail. It was used for a couple of centuries as a portage route by ancient Ojibwa people when they traveled between their inland winter and summer shoreline camps on the great lakes. It was humbling to think of yourself walking in their footsteps. The image itself has been edited with "Slider Sunday" in mind.
Footprints on the white lady
They leave light marks
Like those of a sparrow
On the horizon
Over the hill, a dark figure
It's fading into the fog
Not a sound or a moan
We don't know who he was because
the snow doesn't tell secret things
(my)
Always other footsteps
Copyright 2006 Ron Diorio
I have made public, Overmatter, a set of nearly 500 previously (mostly) unpublished images 2003-2005
It can be seen here:
www.flickr.com/photos/av_producer/sets/72057594100987980/
Read Colorstalker's essay on Bruce Grant, who will lead the next open critique for Postive Focus on Tuesday April 11th.
flickr.com/groups/positivefocus/discuss/72057594099888745/
Upcoming group exhibition
Over the edge
Atlanta Photography Group
April 26 - June 3 2006
www.apgphoto.org/gallery/2006/03_over_edge.shtml
Recent interview:
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. I just loved the positioning of the people in this shot. The careful footsteps of the elderly man and woman with her stick while the young guy is running uphill from behind. A great setting too - that bent and buckled pathway of the alley behind. Enjoy!
Sefton Park, Liverpool
The overnight dew had soaked the grass, and I met this bloke and started talking to him. He was amazed at the light and the mist and started taking shots with his phone. We said goodbye and he wondered off. I noticed that the grass was showing his and the dogs footsteps, so I took a couple of photos useing the lead in lines of his and the dogs path.
Mr. Janssens likes to whistle in the corridor, his footsteps make steady rhythmic sounds like a metronome ticking.
Seminyak is a beach town in South Bali.
The next town north of Legian, Seminyak is more upmarket with mostly luxury accommodation and fashionable high-end restaurants and bars. The atmosphere is much more sophisticated and laid-back than Kuta, and the beach in particular is quieter during the day. Seminyak is also the high end spa and boutique shopping capital of Bali. Nowhere is the upscaling of Bali in recent years more obvious than here.
It is hard to imagine that only ten years ago this was a distinctly separate village, and something of a backwater. Development has occurred at an astonishing pace, and as well as absorbing all green space which formerly separated Seminyak from Legian, it is now almost impossible to determine where Seminyak ends and the nearby villages of Petitenget, Umalas and Kerobokan begin. This certainly has its downside, and the whole district has become very congested.
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Morning scene on the last day of our weekend trip. I had gone for a walk with my wife. Saw these interesting footsteps probably of dog and a lone boat. Never got this opportunity in my earlier trip to Odisha coast (same Bay of Bengal). Instantly, thought of a composition with a very high dof (f18). Cropped a little to maintain the rule of thirds. Thanks for viewing/commenting. Feel free to criticize.