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A bunch of small mulitcolor LED Christmas lights are reflecting off a shiny "fidget-spinner".
This is a 0.8 sec, ISO 3200 f16 photo. The spinner is held by a wooden dowel and photo'd against a black background.
The "eye" is a made by pasting a reduced copy of the whole original picture (rotated 180 degrees) into the middle of that original.
[C7 7292] Canon Rebel T7i EOS 800D
My original a900 is back (un-repaired), after waiting almost two years for a focus drive assembly to arrive :( It will now be a dedicated body for use with my collection of manual focus Tamron Adaptall series lenses, Schneider-Kreuznach DKL mount lenses (Kodak Retina reflex) and Pentax/M42 mount lenses.
Lately I've been working in close to the dogs with a 30mm lens. This was made from about one meter away.
This is a fidget toy, the hexagonal sections shown are individual pieces of plastic and move independently. It can be turned into a cone pointing up, or down. The hexagonal shapes can also be turned creating various shapes (see the link below).
They come in various colours and some are even pearlescent, the colours change in the light as they move when played with.
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125 Pictures in 2025, theme # 74 Play Of Light
This is a 3D printed fidget thingy that you fidget with. lol.. It's in the shape of a star. I used filament with lots of sparkly gold within. Zoom in and you can see all the layers. I'm still learning but am having lots of fun. Hope you like. Happy LCoF.
It's the boy again. He's so photogenic and it is Caturday after all.
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He's moving to Scotland next week, lots of unfamiliar surroundings and things for him to smell and explore in his new home.
Fidget is back from being spayed. She's eating and drinking, is safe and well-loved, but it has been a long day.
I don't know what about "helping to focus on work", but I know that this toy helps me to focus on spinning it all time;)
Most of all, Fidget has found something of a brand new sister in the youngest member of the human family; Holly Mirza.
It's amazing how long these things spin! The fidget spinner is a classic fad which seems to have about run its course.
Still fidgeting with the Fuji to figure out which combination of settings is going to work best ( Manual mode is out, to quirky and slow ) I am still going to be using the Canons.
A candy cane bribe and a gentle reminder from Fidget that her Santa hat has been on the needles all of December and Time's almost up!
(Not sure I'll get it done in time.)
Yes, can you stay still a moment...and stop fidgeting!!
all those bright colours in background are the flowers planted all over for the Hummingbirds in Costa Rica...Savegre Hotel in the Cloud mountains
Hehe she wasn't happy until I let her dress like a Fairy, If only I found her some wings ;D
Isnt this little dress by Sleep Forever the cutest <3
Everyone celebrates Christmas a little differently. This interesting photograph proves that.
When I was a boy with uncombed hair and a mouth missing a few important teeth, Christmas meant one thing, presents. The more, the better. In our family, gift-giving happened on Christmas Eve. It was the one night of the year when my older brothers couldn’t wait to head out in the dark to the barn quickly to finish their chores.
They never admitted it, but they were just as eager as the rest of us to get back inside and gather around the family. My mother, however, ran on her own schedule. Supper on Christmas Eve was always simple, usually something quick to prepare and even quicker to clean up.
My father didn’t always cooperate with that plan. One of his cherished Christmas Eve traditions was eating dead oysters, along with half a bag of oyster crackers soaked in oyster soup. No one else shared his enthusiasm. More often than not, he was still enjoying his feast long after the rest of us had finished eating and were growing impatient.
But even when Dad finally put his bowl down, we still had more to do.
My mother insisted on reading a chapter from the Bible about the Nativity every Christmas Eve. We children, had to sit around the kitchen table and listen quietly as she slowly read from either Matthew or Luke. We fidgeted, squirmed, and stole glances toward where the presents waited. For many years, it seemed to me the Nativity story must be the longest chapter in the Bible because it took forever for Mom to read.
Gifts were simple back then. In lean years, each of us might receive only one. Sometimes that gift hit us square in the heart. Other times, we wondered if Dad had done the shopping on his own.
Christmas was really a two-day event in our family. Christmas Day meant gathering with the extended family, usually for an early afternoon dinner at my grandparents’ small house in Slayton, next to Dillon’s Alignment Shop, or at the home of one of their sons: Ralph, Larry, or Jack.
Arriving at the host's was always the same. Relatives we rarely saw would exclaim over how tall we had grown or how old we were getting. Occasionally, an aunt would try to kiss the boys, which we did our best to avoid, although I noticed that as my brothers grew older, they did not seem to mind as much.
The hours that followed blended as we ate, visited, and laughed a lot. Most years included a simple gift exchange from names drawn months earlier. I could always predict what my grandparents would give me: a book. I’ll admit that, as a boy, receiving a book at Christmas generated about the same excitement an apple once did for a child on the American frontier.
Now, ghosts of Christmas past attend our family gatherings. The younger folks don’t see them, but I do. As I celebrate my 80th Christmas this year, I will almost hear the voices of my mother and father, along with relatives who shaped my life and now live only in memory.
Someday, I suppose, my children and grandchildren will see their own ghosts.
If I were in charge of the agenda this year, I’d pause the celebration for just a moment and remind everyone to love one another unconditionally, to forgive quickly, and not to hold on to offenses. The young believe they have endless time to live that way. I know better.
The psalmist wrote, “Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.”
But, instead of offering a mini-sermon, I’ll simply smile at each of them, and wish them, and you, a very Merry Christmas.
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Another shot from a trip to El Matador Beach. This one was earlier that the previous shot and was near to two of the sea stacks.
Since there was no straight horizon line, I shot this picture without a ND Grad filter.
As a result I had to fidget with Lightroom to get the levels in the various areas looking better.
I used the Brush and Gradient Tools for this purpose.
I wish I had stepped a little to the left, things are a little unbalanced.
Cheers.
Llwyngwril Space Systems, ever up to the zeitgeist, hep to the groove, down with the kids and generally up-to-date with the latest trends have decided to build one of those fidget spinner flying machines that appear in the latest Blade Runner film and everybody else is building. To have done anything else would have made us look unfashionably obsolete, like some road-kill on the info-bahn. After all, our design team have seen things you people wouldn't believe (but those are mainly in the notorious Land Vehicle Design Department's special shed) and are constantly striving to make them a reality in ABS bricks.
Video of the Spinner in action.
I'm back from my month trip to Ontario visiting family and my sister Donna. She has advanced dementia and now has been placed in a long term care home. 😞
When I visited her at her home before she moved I took a picture of her poppies (her faves) against her brick wall. Her daughter asked me to make her a fidget quilt. My first square is that picture. I will make a lap one about 3'x3', this one measures 12"x12" so I have 8 more to make. I'll enjoy making it for her but it really saddens me to see my sister like this. I know there is no going back and have to keep the good memories with me. I'll keep a special memory with me that my last visit with her was a very happy one. Although she didn't know me she was comfortable having me around. We have been photography buddies for over 40 years.
It's Saint John's Eve, the traditional night for midsummer bonfires.
Two days after the solstice, when sunset reaches its maximum northern excursion (23.5 degrees) from equinox sunset.
One day before the Feast of Saint John, six months before Christmas, the opposite pole of the year.
Summer is in its full power. Fidget says that everything is golden, and Fidget knows.