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This is a scarf.
Just an object.
I've been wearing it daily for the last week since the weather here in Kamloops turned cold, the high daily temperatures are sometimes as high as freezing temperature.
Not until this morning, looking at its soft curvy shape under the morning light that I saw much more than object.
A scarf.
It's my Mom's touch.
She knitted this scarf for me sometime around 2008 or 2009, using the classic stitch she used when she made those fisherman sweaters I wore as a kid.
The ones she made looked like that photo, there was some trick she had in washing it that she could make it grow, so the same sweater I wore at 5 I probably wore at 14.
Maybe I exaggerate.
A year before Mom made me the scarf, I went to visit her in Florida. She told me the surprise project she was working on, a new fisherman sweater for me. She had the back and the side completed, hanging in the closet, and she wanted me to try it on so she knew how much she would need to close it off.
Not even close.
Oh, how we laughed at how off were her estimates of my size, it was no where near something I could possible wear. Well not in this century.
I am not sure if she finished the sweater and gave it to someone else (smaller) or if she re-purposed it, But it was not long before I got this scarf in the mail.
This object, this thing of woven yarn, just became that more special, her love embracing me daily. I miss you so much, Mom. Sometimes in the rush of things, I briefly lose track... and then it just jabs me again. It's a playful jab, as much as those laughter filled phone calls I remember.
This is a scarf.
It's woven of love.
I feel it.
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Twas worthy of a blog post, I miss the gold old days when flickr talked to other web sites and I could post to my blog from here.
Taken from under the bridge on Trent Street; snow on the ground and freezing temperatures haven't deterred the fishermen.
it has been the coldest March for twenty years ,down here in Noddy Nowhere land. Freezing temperatures and snow has demolished many of the exotic and sub tropical plants in my secret garden,
Its time for me,to change my boots,grab a spade,and to take some gardening leave,again,
I hope you all enjoy the spring weather (when it arrives) and I look forward to a scintillating summer!
We combat freezing temperatures by putting out a warming light by our hummer feeder. This little guy took some comfort there.
happy easter! this winter weather is crazy, and my skin is wrecked due to exposure to water and freezing temperatures.
From sea to shining sea.
Ahem, From sand to shining snow!
Just a week prior, I was amidst the vast dry sandlands of Death Valley sharing only one commonality with the place I was at now: the freezing temperatures that took over as soon as the sun dipped down behind the mountains. Now, I was in a similar state as before, trudging up a steep slippery incline of a hillside covered in snow, absolutely not caring about whether I was leaving another set of footprints on the disturbed banks of snow or now.
But atleast this time I know what I was doing: I was attempting to burn calories ahead of a big New Years Dinner. I was not particularly successful at it, but atleast it wasn't a torture; I was enjoying what I was doing.
It wasn't sunrise as before; it was late in the afternoon and I was snowshoeing towards Skyline lake, a frozen lake nestled up in the snow-capped peaks around Steven's Pass, a popular skiing destination near the city of Seattle.
While the main snowshoe/ski path up was completely compacted, there were still massive undisturbed banks of snow for the taking and as I climbed higher and higher, the view got more and more stupendous, and the snow, more fluffy. This was taken not even halfway up the hike, but the views were amazing!. It is the result of a bad HDR from 3 bracketed exposures.
Stevens Pass
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A cold day in South Central Colorado. This is Mt. Blanca with a few clouds above and an afternoon below freezing temperature. Welcome to the San Luis Valley!!!
"I have often walked on this street before,
but the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before.
But the blizzard's here, driving's full of fear
Sleds Rule on the street where I live."
Portland doesn't see a lot of snow and freezing temperatures, but we're in for a stretch right now. TV newscrews are out on the overpasses, stating the obvious in worried tones--"StormWatch 2008"..."dress warmly" they intone, "carry traction devices, and safeguard your pipes against freezing. Don't go out if you don't have to."
Yes, I've stocked up on batteries and candles, and I have my copy of the "Donner Party Cookbook."
Okay, and I wasn't planning on skinny-dipping in the Columbia or selling lemonade from my street corner stand, either. What is it about a snowfall that makes these TV guys start to hyperventilate? They need to get out and sled the hills with the neighborhood kids, do a feature on cardboard boxes vs. plastic garbage can lids as makeshift sleds. Or traffic vs. sledders safety tips.
Perhaps I get snide, because I lived for years in the midwest where this sort of weather came in with Thanksgiving and stayed until St. Patrick's Day. I've been tending the fire, watching football, giving the dogs some time in the snow, chatting with the neighbors as they sled by, and generally hunkering down and yes, just like they said, "dressing warmly". Oh yes, and my newest wintertime hobby, talking back to my TV know-it-all TV newscasters and their marathon coverage of chains being put on the city buses. Baby It's Cold Outside
The Russian aggression against Ukraine has provoked serious humanitarian challenges. Millions of people do not have access to basic services, including water, electricity and heating, while food supplies are running low.
In view of the freezing temperatures, our key priority is to provide shelters and urgently needed items such as warm blankets to help civilians through the winter.
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Armed with a brand new wireless flash, I pursuaded Mette and Martin (www.m2tango.dk) to do some poses for me - and they did - in near freezing temperatures. Thank you so much, guys.
Heavily inspired by www.friedmanarchives.com/flash.htm
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Rapha’s Supercross series visited Nobeyama last weekend, Japan’s highest town, nestled in the Yatsugatake Mountains at an altitude of 1,345m. Now in its seventh year, the event began with fresh snow and freezing temperatures and ended in torrential rain for the UCI Elite races, where the mud became so deep even the strongest were challenged in two days of some of the most entertaining bike racing on the planet.
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Freezing temperatures cause break in ice in Nevesink River at Riverside Gardens Park in Red Bank, New Jersey
After a couple of days of below freezing temperatures, many frost flowers are in "bloom". (Related blog post on Nature in the Ozarks.)
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This day four years ago I had a large poster of presidential hopeful Barack Obama tacked to my office wall. He’s wearing a dark suit, white shirt, and the candidates’ perfunctory power tie; this one is burgundy with silver pinstripes. His gleaming white smile looks airbrushed and his right hand is raised in salute to a tide of supporters. So powerful, so commanding, it seemed that with a simple wave he could quiet Washington’s roiling and partisan Red Sea.
“Yes We Can,” the poster reads.
Eleven weeks after the election he presided over an adoring audience of some 1.5 million people crowded onto Washington’s Mall for inauguration day. Freezing temperatures and icy gusts didn’t stand a chance in the face of his radiance. To a nation and a world desperate for change it was like Obama could have fed those masses with two fish and five loaves.
To me, a print journalist wooed by his magnetism the morning after his 2004 convention speech (see “Democrats’ brightest shine at national convention“) the United States had elected a world leader. Finally. Given his multinational upbringing, Obama would surely tamp down mindless rhetoric about “American exceptionalism” and advocate instead for a united world. The White House and Washington would no longer be owned by K Street, Wall Street and Israel.
So I too drank of the Obama Kool-Aid. Tasted like miracle wine. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about his middle name (Hussein), birthplace (Honolulu or Jakarta made no difference to me) or, even, his religious pledge. Give me an earnest and honest Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu or Atheist over a misled, hypocritical Christian any day. Just, dear Lord, give me a wise and righteous leader.
Five months later, when President Barack Hussein Obama flew to Cairo and addressed the world’s 1.5 million Muslims, he quoted from the Talmud, the Quran and the New Testament. Amen Brother. Woot-woot!
By now I was thanking the heavens for Obama’s mama. Literally. I bowed my head and gave thanks for Stanley Ann Dunham. When Barack had been a schoolboy in Indonesia, the world’s largest Islamic nation, Stanley Ann had sent him to a neighborhood Catholic school and then to a predominantly Muslim school. At one he studied the catechism; at the other he learned about the muezzin’s call. On Easter or Christmas she might drag him to church, but she also took him to Buddhist temples, Chinese New Year celebrations, Shinto shrines, and to ancient Hawaiian burial sites. In The Audacity of Hope, Obama recalled how his mother, a stubborn secularist, believed that a good education required a working knowledge of all the world’s great teachings and religions.
So his inclusive speech in Cairo shouldn’t have surprised me. But after eight years of a professed born-again Christian residing over American politics, it did. I’d forgotten that U.S. presidents could be great.
“I come here to Cairo to seek a new beginning between the United States and Muslims around the world; one based upon mutual interest and mutual respect,” Obama said to a rapt audience at Cairo University on June 4, 2009. “There must be a sustained effort to listen to each other; to learn from each other; to respect one another; and to seek common ground. As the Holy Quran tells us, ‘Be conscious of God and speak always the truth.’”
From where her ashes had been spread along Oahu’s glorious Lanai Lookout, the late Stanley Ann (deceased for 17 years tomorrow) was living large in her son’s enlightenment. I was sure of it.
The election, inauguration, Cairo. Those were heady days. I was Obama intoxicated.
“Yes We Can.”
Of course we could. Why the hell had we waited so long?
Then, two years ago, I took Obama’s poster down. Rolled it up and put it away. No singular event inspired the action. No fit of anger or irrational spontaneity preceded it. However, I had thought it odd that a Nobel Peace Prize winner was championing the unmanned drones that routinely killed innocents alongside the (alleged) guilty. No judge or jury for either. Also, I’d noticed how the National Debt Clock near Times Square continued ticking off inconceivable amounts of gross debt. And in the wake of his inauguration, Congress had remained as partisan as ever, even more so.
Apparently Obama’s raised hand had quieted nothing. Perhaps no mere mortal could shed the weight of two wars, an economic collapse and Capitol Hill’s frat-house loyalties. Obama was human after all. Go figure. Maybe he was just another silk-tongued politician who had convinced us that he could work miracles. I suspect he’d even convinced himself.
So the poster came down. I was tired of looking at it and being reminded of the broken promise. Not the embellished campaign pledges that all candidates make; rather, the singular hope that had been fully inspired by our new multinational president. Obama inflated us and then let the air scream out. Nothing much changed under his watch. Looking at the poster every day only reminded me of that sorry fact. Of how the miracle wine had turned sour. Of how the hope that had risen in our throats as soon as McCain conceded began to taste like bile. Of how the post-election, post-Palin celebrations that flowed from Washington to London to Amman, Gaza, Baghdad and Tehran eventually went flat.
In Cairo, Obama had injected a decided sense of promise into global politics, Western, Far Eastern and Middle Eastern alike– Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus, Buddhists, all of us.
“It is easier to start wars than to end them. It is easier to blame others than to look inward. It is easier to see what is different about someone than to find the things we share,” he’d said, finishing his speech to a standing ovation. “There is one rule that lies at the heart of every religion– that we do unto others as we would have them do unto us. This truth transcends nations and peoples; a belief that isn’t new; that isn’t black or white or brown; that isn’t Christian, or Muslim or Jew.”
Then he’d corrected the behavior of our world’s three most warring faiths. Used their own words. Seared the lesson on them as if he were branding his mark on the world.
“The Holy Quran tells us, ‘O mankind! We have created you male and a female; and we have made you into nations and tribes so that you may know one another.’ The Talmud tells us: ‘The whole of the Torah is for the purpose of promoting peace.’ The Holy Bible tells us, ‘Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.’”
Recalling that, I dug out the poster from the closet this week. It’s ripped and wrinkled and doesn’t hold much promise. On Tuesday I’ll vote again for Obama. (What are my choices, really?) But this time there will be no Kool-Aid, no dreaming, no inflated sense of change.
The only hope I hold is that the second time is the charm– not the charmer.
We had a few days with some freezing temperatures and clear skies. Taken at the Schildmeer at Kaap Steendam.
Every year, to mark Human Rights Week, our students write the articles of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights on the steps of our Colchester Campus. This year students, and staff, braved freezing temperatures, to ensure we all remember universal human rights.
I really couldn't face a night wandering around town in strong winds and near freezing temperatures with some of my photography friends. So I bailed out then asked my facebook friends for a some ideas. I hadn't even noticed the moon this evening until Manadh pointed it out! Wonderful! Thanks.
A mailbox and bench are covered with ice near a building which caught on fire in Plattsmouth, Neb., Friday, Jan. 3, 2014, and the water sprayed on it by fire fighters froze. Much of the American northeast and the midwest are suffering from sub-freezing temperatures. (AP Photo/Nati Harnik)
Despite heavy rain and freezing temperature, UNIFIL Finnish peacekeepers operating under the Mission’s Force Commander’s Reserve participated in a coordinated exercise with the Lebanese Armed Forces (LAF) in the southern Lebanese town of Kawkaba. The coordinated exercise brought together 20 participants, with 10 each from UNIFIL and the LAF 7th Brigade. Kawkabain, Habaya district, 8 January 2020. Photo by Pasqual Gorriz/UN
Another shot of the bean on that frigid January night. If anyone wants to get a shot of this with no people around, wait until late at night with below freezing temperatures and long exposures.
30-40 mph winds, sideways rain, and freezing temperatures were a stark contrast to seeing this South American flycatcher in northeastern Illinois.
It primarily stayed buried low in the yew shrubs, but popped up once despite the horrible weather conditions. High ISO and slow shutter speeds made capturing a record photo a challenge.
After an unfortunate series of events this morning/afternoon, I decided that it was appropriate to go out and do some photography to relax. To that end, I jumped onto I-75 south and made the trek in near freezing temperatures to do some skyline pics.
I've always been a sucker for a good skyline picture. Outside of portrait photography, I've felt most felt at home when I am wandering through the city and taking pictures of what makes that place unique. When driving on Freedom Parkway in Atlanta in particular, I've always thought to myself "wow, I need to stop one day and grab a pic." Well, today was the day I stopped. Taken at Freedom Parkway and Boulevard, this spot marks one of the more popular skyline pictures of the city. In fact, when I arrived, I found one photoshoot as well as a tour group wandering the bridge to take pics. All in all, a rather "meh" day was salvaged and I can finish off my day with another portfolio quality pic!
Happy Saturday y'all
And for those who are stalking my pics, here are some tunes to keep you occupied!
I'm afraid this daffodil and all of our other bulbs don't stand a chance against the sub-freezing temperatures over the next week...
Over a thousand people braved the freezing Lake Michigan water to raise money for the Special Olympics at the 13th annual Chicago Polar Plunge. They had to bring trucks in to clear out the snow and ice for the plungers to be able to enter the water.
I'm posting more than I usually do, but I figured that if these people were willing to jump in that frigid lake for charity and I got a picture of them, I owe it to them to post it!
Please take the time to view the entire set here.
Over a thousand people braved the freezing Lake Michigan water to raise money for the Special Olympics at the 13th annual Chicago Polar Plunge. They had to bring trucks in to clear out the snow and ice for the plungers to be able to enter the water.
I'm posting more than I usually do, but I figured that if these people were willing to jump in that frigid lake for charity and I got a picture of them, I owe it to them to post it!
Please take the time to view the entire set here.
Visible from Oxfordshire after a night of heavy fog and freezing temperatures.
Photos taken with a Canon 1100D with 18-55mm lens
Taken on a very cold photoshoot with the amazing Tamara. She is a true professional to work with, staying focused and collected in freezing temperatures.
Wooden beam covered in frost from the night's freezing temperatures with the early dawns sunlight in the back.
This Cleome plant is still putting out blooms, defying the freezing temperatures and the approaching of winter!
The morning sun illuminates the frosted grass on Ponderosa lawn and the snowcapped Wren Peak in the distance.
Hume Lake's first snow and first freezing temperatures came this week along with the storm that brought winter weather to most of the west coast mountain ranges.
While rare, light snow flurries in October aren't unheard of, and are a fun reminder of the amazing winter season that is just around the corner.
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Finally! I got a decent bird shot.
I didn't think I'd be able to post something up 'til spring time. The combination of unbearable freezing temperature and wind chill of 8 degrees below zero got me struggling to hold my camera even for a split second. I completely forgot to bring my gloves and without it, it felt like needles were penetrating though my finger tips.
This was shot around Bryant Park, just a few feet away from the ice skating rink with a D700 and Nikkor 70-300 VR.
Yep, I'm now convinced that winter has arrived.
Western Europe has been covered by snow and tormented by freezing temperatures over the last few weeks: time to think of warmer times now...therfore, from the archives: Costa da Caparica, Lisbon, Portugal.
The icy signature of record-breaking freezing temperatures last night. For this largely tropical region, it is a Big Deal.
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A city truck spreading sand or salt or something, possibly in anticipation of freezing temperatures.
Cold start in freezing temperatures.
Squeaky starter. GHL cold air intake. Techtonics Tuning 2.5" cat-back exhaust with Borla muffler.
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This test of the lens was taken At Juanita Bay Park in Kirkland, Washington. After the record freezing temperatures of December, we are now experiencing quite mild weather and I think this fellow got up a bit early!
These tests were intentionally hand held.
I just picked up the Sigma APO 120-400mm F4.5-5.6 DG OS HSM lens as a purchase from Lensrentalsdotcom. I am really blown away by this lens. The knock on this lens since last years intro was Sigma's quality control. Yes the lens I bought is used, but the good people at Lensrentals did a great job checking this one out and it was a super deal!
Additional knocks I have heard about Sigma long lenses in general is that they are soft and lacked contrast relative to Nikon's lenses. Also, I have heard that the color was lacking as well.
While it is not quite on par with my 300 f/4, it is better than the Nikon 80-400 that I rented(not from Lensrentals unfortunately). It is faster focusing, the OS beat out the 80-400 VR(BTW, this was the worst VR implementation I have used) and I think it is a push on sharpness. It is time for Nikon to get an update on their lens! In the mean time I will enjoy my under $600 purchase and I may just sell my 300 f/4.
Two days ago I photographed the giant silk moth caterpillar, yesterday I found his freshly spun cocoon, and today the shell was hard enough that I could safely remove it from the fabric of my folding chair. Now to find a safe place where it can spend the Winter away from sunlight, freezing temperatures, rodents, and other woodland varmints.
Shot with the Pentax K-1 and the S-M-C Takumar 50mm f:4 Macro, at about f:10.
Carrying on the long distance footpath towards Charing from Faversham, the weather got bad again with snow and freezing temperatures, still enjoying walk and soon I will be at Charing Windmill with fabulous views across Kent from the North Downs, hopefully....
Snow, ice, and freezing temperatures didn’t stop dedicated fans from visiting and having their pictures taken with the PIM.
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Project Flickr Week 10 - Blue
Just another sunny day in Arizona. Spring is well on the way in the desert. Tucson only had 2 nights of freezing temperatures for the entire Winter. Can’t complain about that!