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NOT SQUARE nekonuko Nakamori @ Itakos Art Gallery
November 28 Saturday 2020
Opening party 10:00AM SLT
If you know what I mean, all my Flickr pics are just square.
I love that format so much.very very...
But sometimes there is definitely a voice in my hart that wants to be wider more.
Maybe... you also want to see a not square pics?
This time, Akim has given me a opportunity of new challenge.
So,I discovered new enjoyment for creating works, and had a great experience.
I'd be happy if you could find such new joy in my work and let it move you.
Thank you for Akim Alonso and all of you as support me always.
We will have an opening party.
But it's midnight for me(3AM).SL has no borders, but we can't change the time difference.
The earth is round. And it's so large.The best answer is hard to find.
So, we are diverse. Let's enjoy the difference too.
I would love to meet you all, but if I will be silent at the party, please kindly step on my tail.
Hugs and Meow =(^.^)=
at the Black Pavilion of Itakos Art Gallery
ROTTERDAM, 2e Maasvlakte - The Container ship Ever Given (built in 2018), which got stuck in the Suez Canal in Marc 23h, arrived after 106 days in the Dutch Port of Rotterdam after being released by authorities in Egypte.
The 400-metre (1,312-foot) vessel is carrying about 18,300 Containers on board. Belonging to the largest Contaner Ships in the World.
Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire, England. Built 1705-1722 originally for John Churchill, 1st Duke of Marlborough, as reward for military activities including the Battle of Blenheim. Birthplace in 1874 of Winston Churchill.
Christopher Wren was in the running to be architect but the post was given to John Vanbrugh who was assisted by Hawksmoor. The building is in the ‘English Baroque’ style that paralleled the perhaps more exuberant Continental Baroque. English baroque was soon unfashionable and replaced by the restraint of the Georgian buildings of Edinburgh and Bath.
I used to live in the house on the right when I was very young. It was haunted... that or I was having a bad reaction to the Phenobarbital I was given for my seizures.
* Given that Spurn Point is relatively close to Hull I guess it's surprising I do not go there often. It is the oddest and wildest part of East Yorkshire with huge skies. However I find it too desolate to really enjoy, though some of my friends who are serious birders love it . This shot was taken on the narrowest parts of the spit. On the left hand side is the North Sea and on the right the waters of the Humber estuary . The little wooden cabin is a shelter in case a high tide cuts you off from the mainland which is not uncommon. You can see the lighthouse which is about four miles further along the spit.
Its a hard place to describe so I will borrow some text from the Yorkshire wildlife trust .
From the Yorkshire wildlife trust website
Spurn Point (or Spurn Head as it is also known) is a narrow sand spit on the tip of the coast of the East Riding of Yorkshire, that reaches into the North Sea and forms the north bank of the mouth of the Humber estuary. It is over 3 miles long, almost half the width of the estuary at that point, and as little as 50 yards wide in places. The southernmost tip is known as Spurn Head or Spurn Point and is the home to an RNLI lifeboat station and disused lighthouse. It forms part of the civil parish of Easington.
Spurn Head covers 280 acres above high water and 450 acres of foreshore. It has been owned since 1960 by the Yorkshire Wildlife Trust and is a designated National Nature Reserve, Heritage Coast and is part of the Humber Flats, Marshes and Coast Special Protection Area.
The peninsula is made up from sand and shingle as well as Boulder Clay eroded from the Holderness coastline washed down the coastline from Flamborough Head. Material is washed down the coast by longshore drift and accumulates to form the long, narrow embankment in the sheltered waters inside the mouth of the Humber estuary. It is maintained by plants, especially Marram grass . Waves carry material along the peninsula to the tip, continually extending it; as this action stretches the peninsula it also narrows it to the extent that the sea can cut across it in severe weather. When the sea cuts across it permanently, everything beyond the breach is swept away, only to eventually reform as a new spit pointing further south. This cycle of destruction and reconstruction occurs approximately every 250 years. The now crumbling defences will not be replaced and the spit will continue to move westwards at a rate of 2 metres per year, keeping pace with the coastal erosion further north.
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I was given strict instructions I was not allowed to stand on the rocks at all to take images. The tide was coming in and huge waves were crashing through the cavern and over the rocks. You wouldn't know it from this long exposure though.
This image was taken from a ledge on the side of the rock-face. The sea spray was so bad that I only got few usable images.
Note to self. When it is that wild and windy, it really isn't worth the effort. Try as I might I could not get the filters clean between images.
I am starting my field survey season and already have way too much work. I will be cutting back posting and commenting to a few times a week to try to manage my time. In the words fellow photographer Leon-"please don't desert me'!
I dreamt I met you once more
In a field of Spider Lilies
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There's intriguing, beautiful and aether things currently out at various events. The collar is from Contraptions who have given it an interesting edge - don't let your fingers wander while exploring shoulders, you may never see them again :->
Experimental image, not sure if it pulled it all together but I will let you be the judge.
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This 18th century fort is located on the Manoel island. That is not what has given the fort its name, though - it is the other way around. Before the building of the fort, the island was known as l'Isola del Vescovo (in Italian, or il-Gżira tal-Isqof in Maltese - that is, the Bishop's island). Or just L'Isolotto (the Little Island).
The fort was built 1723-1733, in limestone, by the Order of St John, when António Manoel de Vilhena was Grand Master of the order (guess where the fort got its name from, then). It was actually in use up until 1964 - and was severely damaged by bombings during the Second World War. During the period 1970-2008 the fort was used by the Royal Malta Yacht Club. 2001-2009 saw the first phase of a renovation program for the fort, and the second one was begun in 2012.
(View from Valletta.)
An image given a second life in these travel-restricted times.
It was taken in 2014 near Malcoff, Derbyshire and is a straight repost of the original upload. Eccles Pike can be seen in the distance.
Processed for effect I figured the title spoke for itself. Looks best full-screen.
28th April 2014
So, I had actually given up hope in finding a suitable location to shoot sunrise. my first pick was inside a cloud. washed out, so I went to a backup location that I just KNEW was perfect.... sun was rising behind me. Tried three other locations with similar results. I was defeated, so on my way back home from much further than I wanted to try I pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, and checked my sun tracker app one last time.... Low and behold there it was, with ten minutes to get set up before rise I pulled everything out and hoped the mist I was sitting in would clear enough for the sun to shine through. I wasn't disappointed, and I hope I managed to do it some justice as the light just exploded around me.
ISO 160
Aperture f5.6
SS 1/4th
Focal Length 16mm
Haida filters stacked both the 3 and 4 stop soft grad filters.
This work is done for continuing with my Positive Flags of the Nations with especially appreciating music during these lockdown times.
Also for Finding the Beauty in the World Today Despite the Hardships Given Us by the Coronavirus.
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Although autumn has now well and truly given way to winter here in Melbourne, there is still a great deal of colour around if you remember to take your time, stop and smell the roses, like this blazing golden yellow and orange beauty which I saw on poking its head out from behind a for sale sign in the front garden of an Art Deco villa on a walk in early June. I fear that the house for sale is likely to be demolished and replaced with more land intense town houses, in which case this rose, which I suspect to be a Royal Circus Rose, will probably be torn out. I sincerely hope not.
Although the day I took this photo was the 2nd day of winter, it was a lovely and sunny day with bright blue skies: although there was a definite crispness in the air if you were out of the sun.
Circus roses were first bred in 1956 in the United States by Herbert Swim. They were introduced later that year to the American market by Armstrong Nursery. Herbert Swim was a famous rose breeder who bred roses for blooms that would hold up to the hot summer sun. He is credited with raising a number of varieties of roses over his career. The rose "Royal Circus" (also known simply as "Circus") was created by crossing the Floribunda rose "Pinocchio" with the hybrid tea "Fandango" rose. The result is this gorgeous yellow rose that produces vibrant reddish edges.
"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it" - Marilyn Monroe.
Meet Sarah. A model who dressed and played Marilyn Monroe on this given shoot. Well done Sarah 👏
...my tripod is here! I didn't bring mine from Malaysia as our luggage was too heavy when we traveled to UK :)
Thanks to Amazon for their speedy delivery, I received my Giottos tripod today. It is a heavier (2.1 kg) tripod compared to my Manfrotto back home, which I think is better given the weather here in Scotland.
Will try to get some shots with it this weekend... depending on the weather though. Have a great weekend!
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This orchid was given to me as a Christmas present in 2020. It was given to me as a 'Blue Orchid'.
I was pleased to see that it was setting new buds Christmas 2021 a year later. I was interested to see what it's natural colour would be as blue orchids have die injected into them.
This little beauty has emerged over the last few days. It is still only 5mm across, so I am looking forward to seeing it in full bloom (along with the other 4 blooms)
Given how introspective the “One Is The Loneliest Number” lyrics are and how generally downbeat the song is, one might suspect that it was inspired by a relationship break up or some other sad situation. In reality, however, Harry Nilsson was compelled to pen "One Is The Loneliest Number" after he made a phone call but got a busy signal. The “beep, beep, beep,” of the engaged telephone line caught his attention and the singer-songwriter incorporated a similar sound into the opening piano chords of his song.
sharpness and detail will go a long way to render it commonplace :-)
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sunrise, atlantic beach, north carolina
A magical find given the time of year. I found this gem one day but waited for the next as I wanted the sun to play in the scene. My biggest fear was that a woodland critter would nibble on it during the night but it was intact. I returned 2 days later to take another image and the cap was gone, nowhere to be found.
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Especially given the behaviour patterns of this species (ground foraging specialists) good things happen when you lie on the ground. At a conservation area south of Ottawa I had watched a small flock pushing out from some shrubs and reeds, checking out seeds and dried plants in a wooded corner. I didn’t really expect this visitor, but in the very early light and with its head turned to check out this prone log of a person nearby, it worked out pretty well.
This is another winter visitor, like the Dark-eyed Junco, that brightens up the dreary and monochromatic winter habitat. Beautiful subtle plumage is a compelling part of encounters with the species, and this small flock was no different. And, like the Juncos, they will soon be heading north to their breeding territories.
American Tree Sparrows are very vulnerable to food shortages, and flocks can die off quickly if they have to move too far or wait too long for nourishment. On the morning I met this bird, it was about minus 25, and the sun was lighting but not heating its environment.
shape - Arana - Numb
mesh head - Lelutka - Avalon 3.1
skin - Human Glitch - Nyaskin
hair - Tram - L0325
dress & gloves - Absence - Ember
boots & socks - Usagi Society - Runa
tattoo - Corazon - Legend
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“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done, full of tasks, claims, and demands;
and let us see that we learn to take it without letting fall too much of what it has to bestow upon those who demand of it necessary, serious, and great things.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910
∎ Source: www.goodreads.com
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At this morning's Band of Brothers group - The Portal - at Christian Fellowship Church - we discussed the power that lives within each. Recognize it. Cultivate it. Radiate it. "His divine power has given us everything we need to experience life and to reflect God’s true nature through the knowledge of the One who called us by His glory and virtue. Through these things, we have received God’s great and valuable promises, so we might escape the corruption of worldly desires and share in the divine nature." 2 Peter 1
Flowers at the National Botanical Garden, Washington DC, www.usbg.gov/ breathe new life.
I had a walk up to this old Hawthorn on Bordley Moor....sadly now bereft of any sign of life. It did sport a few leaves a while ago but nothing now, and many of the branches have been smashed by the elements. Sad to see it falling apart as it has given a few togs like me a reason to wander these limestone heights over the years.
Given my latest run in with a wave, I took panda down to the beach as my wave spotter. He didn't do a very good job as a large wave came and washed him away.
At least it wasn't me!
given to me from my grandsons...
I planted them outside and these images were taken through my front window.
With all the rain and wind we're getting.... the petals are all on the ground!!
18-May-2023
One of the most fascinating aspects of meteorology is its interaction with landforms and geography in general.
A given flow, a given front, a given Low (pression) do not live on their own, but in the interaction they have with the earth's surface, loading themselves with moisture as they cross oceans, seas and large lakes and releasing it when they encounter barriers such as mountain ranges.
The mountain ranges create thermal contrasts and accumulate clouds on the windward slopes (stau), greatly increasing the rainfall on these slopes and limiting it (possible Foehn) on the leeward ones.
The higher and longer the chain, the more these phenomena are exacerbated.
Meteorology, in the interaction of tropospheric dynamics with the earth's surface, generates microclimates, i.e. particular and recurring meteorological trends over small areas which are markedly different (in rain-thermal terms) from the trend that should occur within the climatic belt to which the small area belongs and which differs from the others, even contiguous ones, according to the variations brought about by the orographic variables.
Meteorology is much, much more than the (complex and fascinating) weather forecasts, which "today" are computerized by powerful calculators which, starting from data taken in real time from weather stations all over the planet, issue a series of short and medium term projections on how the meteorological situation will evolve subsequently.
During my 2023 African adventure, I was given the rare privilege of observing the Hadzabe—one of the last true hunter-gatherer communities.
The morning started with our guide waxing poetic about their baboon-hunting subsistence. That is, until a young hunter walked right into our civilized circle, ending the discussion with a powerful visual aid: a fresh baboon. Needless to say, the guide was upstaged, and we all watched in stunned silence as the young man dressed his kill. It was a fascinating, visceral experience... and I managed to keep my breakfast down.
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The Hadzabe: Africa's Last True Hunter-Gatherers
The Hadzabe are a small, indigenous ethnic group in Tanzania, primarily centered around the Lake Eyasi basin and the neighboring scrublands of the central Rift Valley, which lies just south of the Serengeti National Park and the Ngorongoro Conservation Area.
Their connection to this land is thousands of years old. They live in small, temporary camps of around 20-30 people. They are truly nomadic, moving every few weeks or months to follow game and seasonal resources.
The Hadzabe rely entirely on the wild for their survival, eating what they can hunt or gather. Baboons are a significant part of the Hadzabe diet and are known to be a challenging quarry due to their intelligence and aggression.
They use traditional, hand-crafted bows and arrows. For larger or tougher game like baboons, their arrows are often tipped with a potent, fast-acting neurotoxin made from the sap of the Adenium coetaneum shrub. This poison ensures a quick, humane kill.
Hunts rely heavily on incredible tracking skills, patience, and stealth. Hunters may wait for hours by waterholes or use strategic methods, sometimes even using decoys or luring the baboons into an ambush.
Because they are one of the last remaining tribes whose entire existence depends on their traditional hunter-gatherer lifestyle, they are widely cited as the only tribe permitted to hunt for subsistence in their ancestral lands near the Serengeti ecosystem, which are otherwise heavily protected and restricted for all other activities, including farming or pastoralism. This exemption is crucial to their survival.
(iPhone 13 Pro Max, edited to taste)
I was given a challenge by a fellow flickr friend to get Asha to balance 3 eggs on her head edge to edge. I have to admit defeat could only mange 2 eggs. I couldn't even do them edge to edge as Asha's ears were in the road and they rolled down. I hope 2 will impress anyway... Might just try again but I don't think it is possible.
This is for you John....
Bolivia, Quebrada Palala
At 4,200 meters above sea level (13779,53 feet) the Quebrada Palala is composed of large vertical walls in earth and eroded rocks of red color given by mineral deposits.
I had almost given up on getting one of these late-flying darners perched this year - when this guy just appeared and landed ahead of us, camouflaged in dappled light! We were almost to our car. We had taken a long walk along the river where we saw one flying recently, with no luck. He not only appeared but patiently let me approach him ever-closer and move to get lateral shots as clouds cleared.
Only 2 dragonflies fly this late & both are northern species that range into Canada and peter out with us. We have to drive a bit closer to the mountains to get Autumn meadowhawks, which have wrapped up early this year. Shadow darners are here locally but very scarce. Unless a late meadowhawk shows up - this guy will be my last ode of the year & the end of a very tough season.
Happy Dragonfly Wednesday!
This beautifully restored North American T-6J Harvard Mk.IV was built in Canada in 1953 for the U.S.Air Force, with which it served as 53-4619. After being sold to the German Air Force as a pilot trainer (serving as AA050 and BG050) and then the Portuguese Air Force (as 1747) she arrived in the UK and given a RCAF scheme but after undergoing a thorough refurbishment from 1993 to 2000 she was repainted to fly again as 1747.
The Harvard in Portuguese Air Force markings seen landing at Gloucestershire Airport, Staverton, on 21st September 2022.
I've long had a fascination with the Pittsburgh & West Virginia but have never made the effort it would take to try to railfan the east end of the railroad. Given an opportunity to try chasing a good Wheeling train west out of Connellsville on a beautiful March afternoon it was well worth the hours of driving to get there. The P&WV's "high & dry" nickname is well earned as the railroad climbs immediately out of Connellsville for a cross country hilltop hopping route through the mountains over a series of impressive bridges. The first of the two major river crossings on the way to Pittsburgh is the Banning bridge over the Youghiogheny River. On the right you can see CSX's original B&O mainline which followed the river from Connellsville and is now well below the "high & dry". Wheeling train 617 has the special painted "Ohio" unit on the point along with two in corporate paint which isn't easy to get on this part of the railroad. There was some unfortunate glare on the third unit which I photoshopped out but overall I was still pretty happy to get a shot of a train on the former P&WV here. Banning, PA 3/21/21
Part 3 of 3 of my Ancient Egypt series.
The title is known to be given during the Old Kingdom of Egypt, and was at that point very powerful and prestigious. The mummies of the priestesses testify that they were decorated with a religious tattoo, covering the stomach around the area of the uterus. After the Middle Kingdom of Egypt, the title was often irregularly awarded the women of the royal family, typically princesses.
The rise, fall & extinction of the priestesses of Hathor are seen in ancient Egyptian culture. The women who wanted to become socially powerful usually took refuge in religion & took the charge of priesthood.
Ancient Egyptian society took women's empowerment much more loosely than ancient Greece & ancient Rome. There women were given the right to their own property. However, after becoming a priestess, a woman is seen not only as an important figure in ancient Egyptian society, but also a living symbol of divinity.
The priestesses of Hathor were called hm ntr hthr & they were one of the most respected people in Egypt. But After the Middle Kingdom of Egypt, the title was often irregularly awarded only to the women of the royal family, typically princesses. This includes the daughter of Ramesses II. At one time their names were completely erased from history.
Egyptologysts have shown that in early days only women of aristocratic lineage could be appointed to the priesthood of Hathor. They were called Badak-Purohit or God's Consort (Hmt nTr). They performed dances and songs during the sacred rites. Because of their menstruation and ability to give child-birth, they were considered unholy, which is why they could not perform sacred duties like dressing up the sacred image of deity.
Taken at the amazing Alexandria
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Osteospermum is a genus of flowering plants belonging to the Calenduleae, one of the smaller tribes of the sunflower/daisy family Asteraceae. They are known as the daisybushes or African daisies. It has been given several common names: African daisy, South African daisy, Cape daisy and blue-eyed daisy. Osteospermum used to belong to the genus Dimorphotheca, but only the annual species remain in that genus; the perennials belong to Osteospermum. It has been given several common names: African daisy, South African daisy, Cape daisy and blue-eyed daisy. There are about 50 species, native to Africa, 35 species in southern Africa, and the southwestern Arabian Peninsula. They are half-hardy perennials or sub-shrubs. 25725
The Grey Forest....
The first really warm day in nearly five months found us traversing the back woods in search of some wonderful spring shots. in the north end of White Spruce Park we found this grey bleak tree section where the winter had just given way to spring and it looks as though there was no life left in the trees. .
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Given the right lighting / tones there in the early morning light about 45 minutes before sunrise, and the rocks are a pretty blue.
The then silent night had given way to the screams of pain, terror and the sinister and spiteful laughs of the vampire.
Their swords created through their own blood, with extreme speed fall on their victims dismembering them and decapitating. They didn't even have a chance to fight him with dignity, as they could only feel a sudden strong wind, see a brief figure and then, their bodies were sliced up with such force that their armor felt like paper.
In the sky, the moon shone like a huge, glittering silver scythe, a somewhat apt shape for this night, when he was a reaper and didn't make a point of leaving any poor devil alive. Everyone would pay for standing against him. With grace and extreme savagery their swords continued to fall on those who could no longer flee, who due to such fear, were paralyzed. It was a slaughter. He didn't care, he wouldn't be forgiving or pious tonight, he would be brutal and he insisted on demonstrating all his power, so that no mortal, vampire, or werewolf would ever make a point of rising up against him again. He would allow only the women and children to survive this night, to tell everyone about the horror that had befallen their city. When the animals controlled by a demon invaded the city gates, as if lashed by its invisible whip, and when finally the devil himself descended on them, always almost invisible, like a wind of death, at first tearing with its beastly claws the terrified people of the city, then impaling them, with spears created through their own blood, setting the city ablaze with flames that seemed to arise from hell itself or from your heart aflame with hate. When then the two swords set to fall on them, cutting flesh, amputating limbs and beheading heads.
The city of Khaldheim would be an example to everyone. The fire flickered in the burning houses, like huge insatiable demons wanting to feed on more and more, turning the once majestic houses to ashes. Like the flames, his swords were not content with the pile of dismembered bodies left in his path, like a scarlet wind, he continued to claim lives and as he did, he laughed with delight, for few things gave him more pleasure than wanton killing. His laughter echoed through the air, chilling the blood of those who were still alive even more, announcing that it wouldn't be for long.