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Made for the Radiohead Event, and now it's a tribute to Furillen - which has disappeared completely ...
The full video can be found here:
Poor Diego, he tries so hard to help, but cannot put a paw on the floor, while keeping the fabric straight. But his emotional support is the best.
Another shot that I have always wanted was the RLHH crossing Highway 6 in Caledonia.
Here we see RLHH 3049 easing across Highway 6 and holding up the rush hour traffic to make their first move at Caledonia.
The conductor would hop off the unit and head in to Tim Hortons for a trio of coffees.
How can you go through an autumn season here in the Bitterroot Valley of western Montana and not make a stop at the best look-out point on Old Darby Road between Darby and Hamilton, MT. You can't. It ought to be a part of the local ordinance, punishable by an overnight in a chaotic city.
We are looking west here, this shot captured in the very late afternoon only minutes before the sun took to bed over in Idaho.
St Peter, Ousden, Suffolk
I always forget how hilly this part of Suffolk is, where the last gasp of the Chilterns lifts its head between the Stour Valley and Newmarket Heath. We are also close to the Cambridgeshire border, which winds in a most curious way around the town of Newmarket, so that you find Cambridgeshire villages to the east of Suffolk ones, and so on. It can be a little confusing if you aren't an East Anglian, I expect.
And the villages around here are very pleasant. Wickhambrook, one of my ancestral villages, is to the south, lovely Lidgate just off to the west, and the rich, horsey Cambridge commuter belt of Gazeley, Moulton and Dalham to the north. Ousden is a large village, its parish church about a mile from the centre beside the Hall, which sits in the meadows below the village to the west. all.
A track leads up to the church past a large dovecote in a field to the east, and here you may be surprised if you did not know, for St Peter is that rare beast in Suffolk, a cruciform church, which would be much more at home across the county border in Cambridgeshire than it is here. The Norman tower is also unusual, because it seems to have been very little altered over the centuries, common enough in other counties, but rare in Suffolk. As ancient as the chancel is, there must have been an earlier one, for the former roofline shows on the east face of the tower, at the same height as the nave. Beyond the church, the graveyard is fenced off for sheep to graze, but you can climb over and take a look at the south side which is equally interesting and lovely, with a rather extraordinary north doorway, and a memorial to Peragrine Clackett. Mortlock thought that the Victorians had extended the nave, but it is all done very well indeed. A pretty little 18th century chapel, which Mortlock tells us was the family pew for the Hall, is the finishing touch.
Ousden is most famous for its memorial to Laeititia Moseley, which features Suffolk's finest and scariest skeleton. She wears her shroud and grins wildly. Quite what generations of Ousden children have made of her I couldn't say, but I bet she has been the catalyst for more than a few bad dreams. Laeititia died in 1619, and her inscription above her skeleton reads, in part:
Three tymes five yeares a virgins lyfe she tryed;
three tymes ten yeares a wyfe & then she dyed.
of Daughters seven, sonnes three she was the Mother,
To poore and rich a freind, they all did love her,
who at her Death rejoyct, & yet were sorrye,
Sad to recount her losse, glad for her glorye.
I love stepping into churches like this - they are so out of the ordinary. I always think it must be very curious to worship in one, since there is a sense in which the church is actually three separate buildings that just happen to be joined together. Sometimes, this feeling is alleviated by enlarged archways, as at Pakenham, but here, the low Norman arches survive into the area beneath the tower, making the vistas very tight and narrow. It is a salutary reminder that the nave and chancel were built for different purposes, and not for congregational Anglican worship at all. This is a lovely church, full of interest, and well worth the long climb back into the village afterwards.
Another five photos from my last drive, on 28 April. Harsh light and windy.
On 28 April 2023, I had to go for a day’s drive because everyone had to remove their vehicle out of the parking lot (again!) for the day. We were told to remove by 8:30 am, ready for the guys coming at 9:00 am. Well, the guys who used blowers to remove all the dust and loose gravel, etc. started working at 7:00 am. The painters arrived at 8:30 am, just as I was ready to leave home. The lot was cleaned and the yellow lines between cars were repainted. The whole day was spent driving the roads SW of Calgary, all of them familiar, but a couple only driven a few times.
I very recently decided to buy a new camera, the Canon SX70 HS. I found it concerning that I had been using my Canon SX60 since May 2017 - at least, the earliest photo I can find on my Flickr page was taken on 6 May 2017. The camera has been used a lot! I was very undecided about the Canon SX70, as my daughter has had this camera for quite a long time and finds that the photos tend to be rather blurry. For many months, I have read up about the Canon SX70 and never felt completely happy with everything I read. I have researched other similar cameras and there really isn't anything much out there. I already have the Nikon P900 (totally lousy/useless/ viewfinder) and the Panasonic FZ1000 (far less zoom). Both these cameras are heavy and I need a much lighter camera, especially now because of my damaged right shoulder, which makes holding and using a camera both painful and awkward. Things I read these days seem to say that phone cameras are kind of replacing point-and-shoot cameras and companies are producing very few point-and-shoot models. No telling how long it could be before they stop making them altogether. So, I wanted to be prepared for if/when my faithful and much used Canon SX60 eventually dies.
So, I took both cameras with me, though I did take more shots with the SX60. I can't say that the photos from either camera came out as sharp as I would have liked - very bright out, and windy. Now I have to compare the quality of the images. I found the SX70 a nice, light camera to use, I must say. I had changed a few of the most important (to me) settings, but I’m sure there are others that need checking and tweaking. Some of my Bluebird photos came out better with the SX70. I saw my first Wilson's Snipe of the season and the SX70 did well, as did the SX60, though the colour is very different between the two cameras. I need to compare a lot of images in the next while. The five photos posted this evening have all been edited.
never remember a kindness done, and never forget a kindness received :-)
― Kentetsu Takamori
day lily, 'Carnival in Mexico', sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
As of right now, this is the standard for all of my double exposures. Yeah, I get some good results that don't look like this, but why wouldn't you want every one to look this good? The conditions were perfect for double exposures that day: cool temperatures, great model, overcast skies, and black and white film. I need to duplicate those settings to see if I can come close to this goodness again one day.
A superb wall containing the Secret Garden set in a beautiful setting. Jopplety How itself is situated on Grange Fell 1.2 km from Watendlath Tarn.
The Emett clock in Nottingham. Or the aqua horological tintinnabulator as it was named by Rowland Emett OBE in 1973
And I thought these ran at night.
While waiting at Orange Junction for Union Pacific LOA32 making it's weekly run to Costa Mesa, the signals lit up for a Southbound off the Olive Subdivision, with the new gap in Metrolink's windows I lucked out for a late morning Barstow, California to San Diego, California manifest train. The train itself was almost all loaded Autorakcs (Didn't know loads went south) and a string of Gons for SONGS, the wall of autos passing by totally blocked out the 32 which ran parallel to it for a bit but oh well next time.
Sarge was the only one who had seen something like this before. During the battle of Paschendale, he says that his regiment was annihilated not by the German war machine, but by creatures they never identified. Things that made men lose their mind. The rest of us were fresh as dough, trained, armed, and walking into something we'd never forget. A sleepy coastal town in Massachusetts, the treasury department of all departments found something that made them squirm, people that aren't people. Babies with gills like a fish, and lungs like a person. A woman talking about how their saviors come from the sea every fortnight when the moon was at it's brightest or it's darkest. We went in with orders, bring in everyone and everything, burn down the town, leave no trace, set up positions and kill anything that walked out of the tides. They told us a turkey shoot, one night mission, and it was almost. Except intelligence didn't know how long they could stay out of the water. Long enough to flank us. Long enough to start hunting us, long enough for men to lose it, and for terror to set in. My friends died, my sanity slipped, the things I saw haunted me for years until there was a knock at my door. Sarge was back, but hadn't he been dragged into the waves that night? Scars from something razor sharp ran across his face, the same kind of rugged sharpness I saw claw my friend's arm off did this. He asked if I could hold on to my sanity, and join him in fighting the things from beneath the waves, the deep ones. We'd put together a task force of the best fighters in the military. Sappers, raiders, anyone who knew how to fight and fight well. We'd be the arm of destruction while the Navy and other organizations investigated reports that would lead us to the heart of fear itself.
A fellow photographer on the trip and I had a challenge to get a picture with as many zebra as possible w/o any of the ground, etc. showing. We saw thousands of them but they were never together in a tight cluster . . . but, finally, I got one!!!
I didn't realize at the time how involved this one was going to be. Just wasn't happy with it and kept working on it.
Not all the steps are here because I didn't realize how far this one would go. This is probably a third of all the steps.
I came close to scraping it...it just wasn't working for me.
Hope you like the finished product.
(Software Used-bounced back and forth)
Photoshop
Lightroom
Topaz
Many geologists wanted to explain how this rock formation came about, to no avail. Breiðarfjörður, Iceland.
More detailed instructions blogged: hellomoshi.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/fabric-flower-tutorial....
This is what I am doing without my sewing machine. So I thought i would share. I am planing to use mine for an outfit for one of the moshlings to wear to Berlin.
How cattle egrets lived before there were cattle:) I like that both the deer and egret are looking back and have the same pose.
Brazos Bend State Park in SE Texas
ان تبدوا الصدقات فنعما هی وان تخفوها وتوتوها الفقراء فهو خیر لکم ویکفر عنکم من سیئاتکم والله بما تعملون خبیر
سورة البقره271
if we have a camera and we always try to reflect how the world is beautiful and how rich we are ,,, THEN we don`t have a good one ,, LETS use our cam to add something good in the universe LETS encourage our selves 4 valuable things and activities,,Shall we strat 2day!!
because a lot of people need us ,, need our cam to talk instead of them
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Nils wanted to show his boxer shorts without dropping his pants... Influencer business... it works 🎉
Was fun to shoot this series
"Spider christmas"
"The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line."-Alexander Pope
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