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Hi everyone! I know it’s been a fiery hot minute since I last jumped into the Flickr realms, but I’ve missed the friendship and creativity of our amazing community very much. I was galavanting around SL, riding horses and doing barn chores today when Antony invited me to join him for a coffee break. I told him I had lil Dox with me, but ever good natured and easy going, he told me to just bring him along too! I don’t think Antony quite envisioned Dox perching on the table and staring him down though! Rascal pup!
Thank you so much, Antony, for always being such an awesome friend, and for never failing to make me laugh so much that my halo goes all askew! I had a blast catching up! 💕😊
Surprisingly this spring night (southern hemisphere) gained a little winter in post processing! The big star within the branches is Sirius, Orion was galavanting just out of the frame :-)
Made by combining two images of the kowhai tree at night and experimenting with blending modes in photoshop. If only remedying global warming were so simple...
Here's to keeping cool :-)
Off galavanting for a few days so forgive no comments. Hopefully Flickr will be back to normal then instead of a total pain in the butt.!!
Taken in France
The hawfinch is the UK's largest finch and has a massive, powerful bill. Hawfinches are usually shy and difficult to see, but are getting harder to spot as their traditional breeding areas have declined in recent years. Numbers are hard to determine, however, as hawfinches are easily overlooked, especially in summer.
Another quickie! I've been working with the Pretty Liars deformers I bought alongside this Belleza GenX Classic, toward achieving a more petite rib-cage and breasts size. I liked sizing down the fleshiness of Classic's legs to simulate a little more muscle tone all over my body, without just relying on textures to do all the work.
I actually didn't have to do much at all on my Appearance sliders.
Hopefully, Belleza or someone will create an actual sort of petite mod for GenX Classic soon.
This is a spin ICM from my recent galavant around Cambridge.
It’s a timber-framed building so could well be tudor, as King Henry was a great benefactor of the University. Or it could be mock-tudor which was very popular in Victorian times. I didn’t look too closely but the building certainly was in good condition.
For Thursday Monochrome, and also for my 100x Motion project...
I thought the grid pattern was an interesting subject for this ICM technique...
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Donnerstagsmonocrom and 100x :)
[Hand spun around the lens axis in daylight.
Developed in Capture One.
Processed in Affinity.
Converted in Nik Silver Efex. Medium contrast and structure. Light rectangular vignette.
Sharpened with High Pass/Linear light.]
I still remember shooting this show with one of my very best friends Rory back when he lived in Chicago. We were treated well and did not have to shoot from the soundboard. In addition, we were told we could shoot the whole set and there wasn't any kind of rights grab contract. I think we both thought someone was playing some crazy trick on us. Oh, I miss those days galavanting around with Rory. Thank God for long term human memories!
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Theme: Gunman - Ordan Ogan
Concept Art created using Image Generator Professional
Edited using Krita 5.2.9
I'll find you,
I'll hunt you down,
I'll be your final nightmare!
Every gunslinger has his sob story of the innocent young boy he once was until he'd gone wrong. Luke is no different - well save in a few spots, er, stripes. You see, he wasn't the tall, dark, and devilishly handsome and dangerous tiger-man known by his famous, or rather notorious, legend in the new wild west that came about at the end of the Old American Empire. Nope. Long, long ago, he lived on a quiet countryside in Tennessee, born a sweet, innocent, cute little tabby kitten. Sadly, he was the runt of his litter and his initial owners, unable to keep another cat devised a sinister plan to toss him down the river in a cloth bag tied at the top making it mighty hard for poor Luke to claw his way out. Fortunately an old woman was fishing down stream from where Luke was tossed in, and when she saw the bag and heard the meowing ruckus of Luke crying for help, well, the old lady felt obliged to help. And so she did, snagging the top of the bag with the tip of her old wooden pole and bringing Luke safely to the shore. For some time after, Luke enjoyed his time on the old lady's homestead farm, roaming about the countryside by day, then cuddling up in the old lady's lap in the evening before retiring to bed.
Unfortunately, such a quiet and comfortable existence was not predestined for Luke, and one day, while out galavanting around the countryside, he was snagged up by some weird science folk who had some crazy experiments they decided to do on poor ol' Luke. Long story short, they done and turned Luke into the rough and rugged tiger-man gunman you know from the stories told of him. How? Well, to keep that story short as well, we'll just say those scientists got a wild hair up their rears and decided to splice Luke's DNA with human and tiger DNA with the idea that the starting with a tabby cat, they might be able to domesticate the tiger side, making him compliant to taking orders, while the human side might make him intelligent enough to understand what they're saying while ordering him around. It worked, for a time, until it didn't. Having some idea the scientist folk were plotting to do him in, calling him a failed experiment, Luke escaped from the lab he was held in, and somehow found his way back to the the old countryside.
Sure enough, the old woman that was kind to him and saved him as a kitten was still living at her homestead. Luke found his way in and tried not to startle the poor old woman, but that didn't work out the way he had hoped. The old woman screamed out, "Eeek! A monster! Get away from me!"
Luke grabbed her and held her close against him tight, but trying not to harm her. His right pawed hand covered her mouth as he shushed her with a slight hiss. "Quiet down and listen closely," Luke said to her, "I know it may be hard to believe, but you got to believe me, ma'am. I'm Luke, that tabby cat you saved from drowning in the river some odd years ago."
The old woman, looking closer in Luke's eyes, seeing the same earthen brownish green hazel eyes, and the pattern of Luke's facial stripes, albeit changed a little bit from the beard-like growth of Luke's thicker, longer tiger ruff around his cheeks, jaws, and neck. "Luke... is it really you? How?"
"I can't explain it all, Grams," Luke replied, "I just came by to see you one last time, to let you know how grateful I've been for your kindness and saving my life long ago."
Grams smiled, looking up at him with eyes tearing up, "Don't mention it. You were my most cherished companion, saving this old woman from her loneliness ever since Pops died some time before you came down the river into my life. You were like a blessing, like a little feline Moses predestined to enter my life.
Luke chuffed, a mix of a soft laugh and slightly stifled scoff, "I'm no Moses, ma'am. Like you said a moment ago before you recognized me, I'm a monster, and you're not safe with me here."
"Luke!" Grams responded back, pleading, "Listen. You're not a monster. I was just startled is all. Why must you leave me again? Why am I not safe around you?"
"Because," Luke replied, "the people that turned me into this... thing, they're looking for me, intending to hunt me down and kill me. I don't want you to be harmed for my sake. Just know, I'm fine, I'm a survivor, and I will find a way to stay alive for you, just... don't try to find me. Ok Grams?"
Grams sighed, understanding the predicament. "Ok Luke, I just... I just wish I had more time with my sweet tabby cat. It seems just as you've come back into my life, you have to leave for good. I'll miss you Luke, I really will!"
Luke tried not to tear up while hearing the old lady speak. "I'll miss you to Grams. I better g-"
Just then, as Luke was trying to say his final farewell, the lead scientist and two CEIA agents crashed down the door of the old lady's homestead. The lead scientist barked out in command, "Take him down!"
Luke hissed and growled at the scientist and agents, then readied to pounce at them until Grams got between them. Several shots rang out, all hitting the old lady center mass with their spray of bullets. Needless to say, this greatly enraged Luke, who took out both the agents, with a frightened cowardice scientist pissing his pants and high tailing it to the government SUV style rig and peeling out of the scene.
Panting and grumbling at how foolish he was to come here, he turned his attention back to the old lady. "Grams!"
"I'm here Luke," she said, coughing out some blood, "But not for long."
"I'm sorry!" Luke cried out, "I shouldn't have come here, I,,,:"
"Luke!" Grams coughed again, it was getting harder for her to speak, "Listen. I grow cold, I don't have much time left. Please, take what you need, and remember your promise... live... for... me...."
"I'll remember Grams," Luke said in sobbing tones over his dying old friend and mother, "Don't you worry, I'll remember, I promise. Grams. Grams? Grams!"
As her eyes glossed over, Luke realized that the spirit of Grams had left her body for good.
Luke did as Grams told him to, getting Pops' old cowboy boots he used to play in as a kitten, and now did his pawed feet somewhat fit in. Likewise did he put on the old man's black jeans, duster style trench coat, black vest, and country stylish white dress shirt. he also found an old pair of aviator sunglasses, as well as a black cowboy hat with a skull on it, and the hip holster belt with the old man's Colt .45 still in it. Pops must of been a real badass while living, thought Luke as he put on the attire, loading the gun with some bullets that were stored away with the gun and holster under the bed. Taking as much ammo, food, and water that he could carry, he then departed the old homestead. Though he didn't look back to observe Grams' corpse, he did utter under his breath as he left.
"I will remember my promise Grams. I will live for you, and I will take my revenge upon the people that did this to me and killed you while trying to kill me. Your innocent blood is on their hands, and my hands will spill their guilty evil b!ood...
I'll find them,
I'll hunt them down,
I'll be their final nightmare!"
I am the gunman,
I bring salvation on this day!
Here comes the gunman,
you know that vengeance is my name!
"...It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake."
"If there is no struggle, there is no progress."
Frederick Douglas and Susan B. Anthony are buried in the same cemetery, Mount Hope Cemetery in Rochester, NY. They knew each other while they were still alive and agreed on some things but disagreed on others. I hope, as ghosts, they have come to terms with their differences and Douglass dances with Susan even as the wind howls restlessly through the graveyard.
Like a partial song lyric in the comedy 'Galavant' describes, "She's ethnically indeterminate". I bring that into my SL face as well.
I use Leronso's skins right now.
The 'Simizola' skin is very nice, but somehow over-emphasized what I did with the lower eye-socket of my Anglo heritage, even though the Simizola skin is African ( flatter face and brow like most Africans and East Asians ).
Switching to another African 'Naomi' skin hit exactly the right balance of where I modified the depth in my lower eye sockets and bridge of my nose.
Sometime this week, I'll put on the Warm Face Deformer for very tiny tweaks to my face that most people will probably never notice.
I took this photo in Kumasi when I was there 6 years ago...
I'm really just uploading it now because I need a format by which to say sorry to everyone for not being around much to comment or anything.
I've been galavanting as you can tell by my hastily uploaded photos recently. But also there is a lot of change going on....
I am probably going to be made redundant from my job on saturday, and have been busy looking for something else to do. My redundancy pay-out will last about 2 months.
Ken and Gwen my new neighbours have commissioned me to do the art work on the sides of their 70 foot narrowboat. They asked me to do this before I knew anything about redundancies so thank God for them and their timeliness!
I am also feeling very positive about a phd proposal I have put forward, whereby the Environment Agency would be part-funding me to research 'participatory environmental monitoring' further. This topic really interests me (I vowed never to do a phd unless I felt I couldn't let a topic lie and felt it was useful for world-kind - and this ticks all my boxes).
It might also mean I can get back to Ghana and work with my dear friend Bertha, who you know from when she came over here (see Barn Dance, Chesham). We have always thought we would work together one day and it feels, 7 years later, like that day might be coming.
At the same time I will be studying for my degree in psychodynamic counselling. This will take 4 years and somehow I have to afford the fees - but I this is the one thing I KNOW I should be doing at the moment and if that is so, then God will provide (read here 'pig-headed' ;). The phd will be part-time and take up to 7 years - although I don't mind not finishing it. As long as I produce something useful and am funded to do it, I will be over the moon!
I am also part-way through starting that book...... ;)
If I don't get the phd I am thinking of being a lorry driver..... hehe :) Yes I'm serious.
So money is tight but LIFE is becoming a real adventure and I am feeling very excited and strangely safe and 'looked-after' :) ..... I actually feel like life is back 'on-track' and going somewhere rather than the strange doldrums I've been in the last couple of years.
Please forgive me for not being around much, but I will do my best, I will miss getting on flickr! I don't have access to the internet except when the library is open (fri and sat morn and sometimes tuesday) and can't afford to get it for myself as yet..... so please bear with me! And please keep posting as I will still enjoy looking even if I don't get time to comment much!
You guys are stars!
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" Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened"
~T.S. Eliot
Yes, 20 minutes til midnight, im still on track my fellow flickrites. so today Tina and I decided to dress her up in fancy dresses and go galavanting outside around the fence in my backyard, when it was like 100 degrees! (so maybe i decided and not tina...lol) Anyways I got lots of shots i liked and it took me forever to pick one that i liked the most but i ended up with this one. I will post outtakes, other favorites next.
So today was pretty good. I got a temp phone because mine will no longer turn on and the one i ordered, Droid Incredible, is on backorder. But I can wait. And tomorrow is beach day! and hopefully lots and lots of pictures! :D
And a black and white in the comments...cause i struggled between these 2 versions.
Home.
I hardly ever shoot this close to home. This is the pit stop I make with my dogs when we have finished our walk. I usually sit down and take a load off my feet and Desi and Nimble galavant and cavort along the river's edge. Golden hour and sunset looked promising. Home and back again with the camera and gear this is what I managed to capture in a place I take for granted and almost never photograph. This image is to the south west. Love where I live!
Read the descriptions for the previous photos from this shoot...boy, time sure is funny, has a weird bounce to it now, reading about the 2008 election, looking at the comments where we were all optimistic and teary-eyed over Obama getting elected.
I can tell you, it felt like a new dawn, like things were going to be uniformly Better from here on out. Not perfect, of course, but Better. Like getting lost in the back roads, finally stumbling upon a road sign telling you how to get back to the highway.
Felt like we were coming out of the wilderness.
We sure were stupid!
At the time of this shoot, I'd only known Laura a few months, but could not get enough. Of shooting her, hanging out with her, talking photography, exploring the city.
Every shoot with her was a blast. Even this, which was really supposed to be about Carré, with Laura helping out...couldn't help but take a few snaps of her as well. Great light coming in through windows that were perfectly situated to give startling views of the afternoon sun, these turned out to be some of my all-time favorite shots. Polaroid from this shoot still has a place of prominence on the wall, despite it being, fuck, 14 years later.
Those were the days when it was all galavanting through my city, meeting new people all the time, still in a process of discovery with photos. Like with politics, everything felt possible, and headed in the right direction.
Unlike with politics, I actually Was headed in the right direction...
This is a re-posting of a barn I posted earlier. I thought it would look pretty cool in black & white. This was from the first time I went out galavanting on our Wisconsin country roads! Even though this barn is in need of much repair, I thought it made it rather rustic and picturesque! Hope you enjoy!
Corner of Highway T and State Hwy 108
Mindoro, Wisconsin
080521
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Previous world viewers gave me truly aggravating lag or terribly slow screen-draw at certain sims, like here. The very latest Firestorm Viewer has sped everything up wonderfully for me, everywhere.
Shot at Angel Manor East Wing
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Zoey is supposed to stay in her backyard, but I am sure life outside the yard is much more exciting. This time she was caught coming back home! Must have been a good party on the other side. Out galavanting!
Carré and I spent tuesday morning galavanting around the Santa Monica Pier, which, really, horrible place to shoot in the summer. Far hotter than we'd expected, and also jam-packed with tourists. The Axis powers won the war, using a subtle 60 year takeover plan. It was all aryans and asians.
I used Carré to ward them both off, to mixed results.
We tried shooting atop the ferris wheel, but found ourselves conflicted between shooting and trying not to be freaked out about being far far above the earth.
Then we tried under the pier, where I've had some success in the past, but it was all flies and homeless dudes without shirts.
We settled for chatting while eating corn dogs and soft serve.
Okay, I ate both. She just had lemonade. But chatting was still done.
And here's a pretty face, so it wasn't a complete wash.
P.S. Make sure, should you get a corn dog from the pier, that they cook that there hot dog reeeeeal good 'fore they dip it in...corn?
Cuz the damn thing woke me at 2am, sounded like I'd swallowed a bear, way my stomach was growling. Sheesh.
Took a quick look back to the other posts from this shoot...I tell ya, I sound goofy as hell in those earlier posts.
Or, just Very Young. Bombastic. The internet was a place I could just be a goof, yell to the rafters about how awesome photography was, how much fun I was having galavanting around town taking pictures of people.
That kind of exuberance wouldn't fly these days, I can tell you that. I see people talking like that online, they sound like loons.
Makes me smile, here on a Very early Sunday morning, how light those days seem, in my memory.
Flip it around, 14 years later, still taking pictures of Katie, though not as often (went and moved herself to New York...who does such a thing!), still taking pictures of people I've randomly met (got a shoot next weekend with someone I worked with on a 2 week-long photo shoot, last summer), still waking up at all hours and finding myself on Flickr, where I "free jazz" my way through a photo description.
I don't make people sit on the floor anymore, though, that would be very weird. Go Outside, 2008 Lou! Sitting on the floor, ridiculous!
Lillian and Bertha spent the day galavanting around the big city but found, in their older years, it just took too much out of them.
116/365
t's that time of year when i get so excited at the warm weather that i go galavanting around barefoot pretending not to notice the snow on my feet.
a somewhat less painful rendition of yesterday's concept.
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Week 2, Contrasts: Old and New, with the Compositionally Challenged Group.
Old (red) pot and new Xmas present planters and cyclamens.
Cyclamen survivers and looking very healthy too - they survived 19 days out in the cold while we were galavanting across the country and practising our grandparent skills.
Home.
I hardly ever shoot this close to home. This is the pit stop I make with my dogs when we have finished our walk. I usually sit down and take a load off my feet and Desi and Nimble galavant and cavort along the river's edge. Golden hour and sunset looked promising. Home and back again with the camera and gear this is what I managed to capture in a place I take for granted and almost never photograph. This image is to the north west. Love where I live!
I told this pretty kitty that if she was going to stalk me and freak me out then I was going to take her picture. We struck a deal.
I'm getting ready for an epic summer of camping, backpacking, hiking, and general galavanting through the mountains! I leave on Memorial Day weekend to hike down the Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne River.
Gotham Figbarf [DC Comics Minifigs #15] from DC Comics - Minifigs Series
Made these for a Gotham figs contest held by www.flickr.com/photos/188660063@N05/ !
L-R:
Professor Pyg
Solomon Grundy
Azrael
Jerome
Ra's al Ghul
Clayface
Penguin
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I love galavanting around snapping shot of meaningless stuff just for fun, wish I had more time...
as Uncle Browne said: "Danny you are the Master at stating the Obvious..."
Peace and Noise!
We had a bit of rural excitement when 3 horses came galavanting through our yard, followed by his owners on foot, trying to round them up. The horses were having none of it, and were just having a grand ole time.
I tried getting some good action shots, but they were just too fast for my old tired ass.
The tractor in the background is where my neighbor sits to drink beer. He just sits on his tractor, drinks beer, and stares off into space. For hours.
As many of you know, I spent a month filming a 26+ hour class for Creative Live called "Fine Art Photography: The Complete Guide" which wrapped about a month ago. During that time I planned, shot, edited and printed a 10 image series. The class goes through that creation process from start to finish, and I'm so excited to share all of them with you! I'm releasing this series in the order it is meant to be viewed in.
The first image in this series, titled "Hollowness", begins the journey of what it means to be trapped, held back, or complacent in your life. Visually, this series will string together natural elements inside the "home", our subjects in different ways and at different levels held down by their circumstances...or, in a couple rare cases, breaking free of them. The series is called "Interval".
I have a little habit of asking for impossible things - not just from other people, I ask it of myself, too! In this case, I asked Creative Live if we could transport the crew, models, and students to an abandoned building. The problem was, Seattle isn't crawling with big enough, safe enough buildings to galavant around in. So, we drove 2 hours each day outside of Seattle to shoot this series. They helped haul sand in, a big fish tank, vines, dirt and all manner of interesting elements to the set. Will release the rest this month!
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Model: Rachel Randall Duo Straight Up
yes coming back to Paris with more than 30 years passing was quite interesting, I am an urban fellow I love cities, I don´t like Paris like my holy trio Copenhagen-Vienna-Berlin but it is a nice city and it was quite cool to see that nothing has changed it is still Paris, not like coming back to Malmö after only 6+ years and finding almost everything has changed and lost what little soul it had :)
even if Möllevången has faded away I still love it, but not as much as I did when that "Peace, love and Party" thing was on there...
just an unused digital design for my bands PR digi-sleeve
I love galavanting around snapping shot of meaningless stuff just for fun, wish I had more time...
as Uncle Browne said: "Danny you are the Master at stating the Obvious..."
Peace and Noise!
Polaroid SX-70 & TZ.
A bit of Polaroidic serendipity from a wonderful afternoon galavanting with Emilie79*
Today must be the hardest day for us. After a period of degrading health issues we have chosen to let Pixel rest in peace. He is now galavanting and cuddling away with his brother Willow in that big cat-litter somewhere else.
we'll miss his voice when I’m cutting cheese, asking for a bite,
we’ll miss his warm smell,
we’ll miss his sharp claws in my shoulder when he hugs me,
we’ll miss his big dark eyes, when he looks at me from under his blanket,
we’ll miss his wrinkly skin in which he so graciously walked,
we’ll miss his head in my teacup,
we’ll miss his rough tongue on my head,
we’ll miss his beard cuddles on my face,
we’ll miss all the chewed up cables,
But,
we’ll cherish his pictures we made over the years,
we’ll cherish the lovely memories we have of him,
we’ll cherish the ink I had made, and carry close to my heart,
we’ll cherish the unconditional love he gave us,
Goodbye old friend, may the sun forever warm your skin, may your bowl be forever filled with snacks, may you find washing pins to play with and may you always find rest and love in our hearts. Thank you for your presence in our lives.