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This is a composite of 3, long exposure, landscape images of waves crashing over the sea wall at Portknockie harbour in Morayshire, Scotland, on a stormy morning.
Kommando Spezialkräfte (KSK)
Fliegerschiessen Axalp 2022
Perhaps helpful information for users of the Canon 1D series APS-H format cameras:
For some of Canons more modern EF-S lenses there are replacement EF mounts available to buy. The DIY mount conversion is easy, as there are only 6 small screws (4 for the bayonet; 2 for the contacts) holding the EF-S bayonet.
Additional advantage is the now metal mount, as there was always criticism for the plastic lens mounts.
I have successfully converted following EF-s lenses to EF mount:
Canon EF-S 10–18mm f/4.5–5.6 IS STM (covers APS-H from ~12mm and even full frame from 14mm upwards)
Canon EF-S 18–55mm f/3.5–5.6 IS STM (covers APS-H from ~22mm)
Canon EF-S 55–250mm f/4–5.6 IS STM (covers APS-H at all focal lengths)
Mit einem sehr schönen und zur Lok guten Kontrast bietenden Containerzug nach Wolfurt war die damals nagelneu beklebte 186 941 "Attracktive Forces" der LTE unterwegs. Kurz vor erreichen des Bahnhofes Treuchtlingen, konnte der Zug in einer kleinen Sonnelücke von den 3 Fotografen festgehalten werden.
Iguazú Falls / Iguazú National Park / view from the Argentine side
Album of Argentina: www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157711999...
Album of Brazil: www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157643060...
The dying sunlight casting shadows on the Groynes of Winchelsea beach in East Sussex. The groynes built to help keep the beach from being eroded by the eternal force of the tides, while, in contrast a newer form of energy capture is visible in the distance with the Wind Farm trying to harness another, if somewhat intermittent force of Nature.
On the far right is another power alltogether in the form of the Nuclear Power station at Dungeness.
Rubedo Gretel
Rubedo - edgy and fantasy BOM makeup
Gretel
9 colors - regular and evox
Hexica l- The Long Night till Jan04
An einem schönen Tag im September passierte der Zug das Mittelrheintal.
DGS 48779 Amsterdam Westhaven - Gratwein Gratkorn
Mit dem DGS 43458 ist die 186 943 der LTE am 27. April 2020 westlich von Bruchmühlen gen Niederlade unterwegs.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
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Actually managed a day out with my camera today, and had the chance to tick 2 locations off my ever-growing bucket list. This beautiful old abandoned church really tickled me, with the oak tree growing up through the middle. Unfortunately we were plagued with very harsh sunlight today, so a return trip is on the cards....;-)
Snowbirds- 11-Ct-114 Tudors starting up the engines
Boundary Bay Air Demonstration
British Columbia
Canada
The Snowbirds, officially known as 431 Air Demonstration Squadron are the military aerobatics or air show flight demonstration team of the Royal Canadian Air Force. The team is based at 15 Wing Moose Jaw near Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. The Snowbirds' official purpose is to "demonstrate the skill, professionalism, and teamwork of Canadian Forces personnel". The Snowbirds are the first Canadian air demonstration team to be designated as a squadron.
The show team flies 11 CT-114 Tutors—nine for aerobatic performances, including two solo aircraft, and two as spares, flown by the team coordinators. Approximately 80 Canadian Forces personnel work with the squadron full-time; 24 personnel are in the show team that travels during the show season. The Snowbirds are the only major military aerobatics team that operates without a support aircraft.
The Snowbirds continue the flying demonstration tradition of previous Canadian air force aerobatic teams, which include the Siskins, the Blue Devils, the Golden Hawks, and the Golden Centennaires.
Number 431 Squadron formed on 11 November 1942, at RAF Burn (in North Yorkshire), flying Wellington B.X medium bombers with No. 4 Group RAF Bomber Command. The squadron moved to RAF Tholthorpe in mid-1943 as part of the move to bring all RCAF squadrons into one operational group – No. 6 Group RCAF – and converted to Halifax B.V four-engined heavy bombers. In December 1943 the squadron moved to RAF Croft where it was re-equipped with Halifax IIIs and later, Lancaster B.X aircraft. The squadron moved to RCAF Station Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, after the war, disbanding there on 5 September 1945.
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Is there a Doctor in the house, specifically a geologist? I've spent most of the day trying to find out the cause of the magnificent rock formations that surround Winthrop Glacier on the west side of Burroughs 3. Glacier torn, volcanic activity, both? I may never know, but the sight was amazing. For a freak for rocks like me this place is heaven. Black rocks, out of place stalagmite like protrusions, stacks of loose stone, I was beside myself and as a backdrop one of the largest glaciers in America, Winthrop.
I've been in awe of this mountain and it's many facets for some time now, I've seen green meadows lush with flowers, a seemingly endless amount of waterfalls, trees that are more than 1,000 years old, snow twice as high as my truck, hail in summer, sunsets over miles of undulating terrain, and now a deep chasm carved by ice and time, perhaps helped along by an explosion or two.
blow this one up and immerse yourself, it's wonderful in here... :-)
Allied Force's were overrun by over whelmed numbers of triffids
They're still marching on London, they cannot be allowed to suceed
Enemy forces won the battle, we'll not let them win the war !!!!
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Some more shots from the night at Elk Island National Park..
Eerder is het verlies van de Rzepin-shuttle van LTE aan VTG Retrack beschreven. Hieruit volgt dat LTE de rest van het dienstregelingjaar treinnummers "over" heeft. Ze zijn immers een heel jaar aan de vervoerder toegekend. Als het uitkomt is zo’n nummer heel goed bruikbaar voor een Chengdu-shuttle en hoeft er zodoende geen spotnummer ingekocht te worden bij DB Netze en ProRail.
Een behoorlijk smerige 186 943 "Attractive Forces" sleept trein 42324 Rzepin – Tilburg Industrie door de Veluwe. Kootwijk, woensdag 28 april 2021, 13:55.
On sale at Shop and Hop opening 3rd October
In lots of colours shown in tan with nude stockings
The Annex - Sergeant Bodysuit
The Annex - Military Stockings
The Annex - Sergeant Cap in the FATPACK
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TP TO SHOP AND HOP ~ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Snapdragon/72/36/53
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Street portrait from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished shot captured on Armed Forces Day in June 2015.
The Kennedy Cupcakes are a 1940/50s inspired dance troupe. Happily posing for a spontaneous few portrait shots as I wandered by in George Square. Enjoy.
The coastline of Pen Hir in the Bretagne/France is part of a nature reservart. During the exposure it started raining - that's what makes this one special for me :)
Sandstone is nature's art medium. Formed in layers and sculpted by the elements, it comes in every shape and color. In the Vermilion Cliffs of southern Utah and northern Arizona, ancient winds created large sand dunes of alternating layers. Gravity and water caused them to flow and bend, creating swirls and folds like cream in coffee. The dunes eventually petrified. Now the forces of erosion are revealing the amazing patterns hidden within.
This is another image taken during what I call the "Salmon Light" phase of twilight. While dim, the light is very balanced and luminous during this time. Exposures of 30 seconds or more bring the glow to life. Some of my photography is done in high dynamic range light situations that require the blending of multiple exposures. When photographing in a high place with an open sky during twilight quite the opposite is true. The light in this scene was very soft, balanced and low dynamic range, well contained within a single exposure. Developing mostly involved bringing out contrast as well as color balance and saturation work and some dodging in the foreground areas.