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How nice of him to turn around & let me get a shot of his other side. Those yellow feathers look so soft.
Male Yellow-headed Blackbird (Xanthocephalus xanthocephalus)
White Rock Lake, Dallas Texas
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
How did you do this?
Straight from the camera to Flickr.
No post-foto snapping processing.
Technique used before and fotos posted here.
Contest: Answer: "How did you do that?"
Remedy: May there be many independence Birthday Celebrations in the USA long after all of us are gone!
Freedom, Democracy, and Government by the People, who can change the DIRECTION of USA's Ship of State and its Administration in office every four years by use well of the RIGHT to VOTE out the Incumbent President and his/her Friends.
Like many families right now, we're doing 'remote learning', and today one of Frost Juniors school tasks was to "Make a Star Wars movie set" out of LEGO.
This is his photo. His idea was to make a cool photo showing his two favourite figures battling above lava. We set it up on our kitchen table using only basic household items.
Along the way, we talked about concepts such as framing, and lighting. What to put in the shot, and what to leave out. Where the focus of the shot should be, and how to best achieve it. About how we could separate Kylo from the background using effective lighting, and how those lighting effects could be achieved. And just generally had fun playing together.
How was your day? Are you remote learning too? Hows it going in your house?
Using slide film with medium format is gratifying, especially with 6x9, when one sees the images coming off the reel as large as life. Until recently, I'd forgotten how much I love seeing those images in real color, and how my brother and I used to take rolls of slide film and go downtown in Boston years and years ago, shooting with the used cameras we bought saving up our paper route money. While Portra and Ektar are great, my heart belongs to transparency film with all it's inherent limitations.
"How sweet it is when a blossom's fragrance touches our day."
~ Author Unknown
memories from Yokohama (Japan)
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and God Bless,
hugs, Chris
This was how I rolled in early 2012.
I remember the time and place and events very vividly.
Being a traveling tranny is not without it's complications especially when your mode of travel is air. I mean how much can you get in one bag and will my spiked heel puncture my boobs and will those pesky TSA baggage inspectors take a peek inside and make a note of the name on the claim tag and use it to blackmail me in the future. In any event I don't really worry about that stuff I just hope I get their safe and all my visual aids arrive with me.
On this particular night I was in the last training week for my 30th Marathon and I had arrived early and taken a 6 mile run rushed to get a shower and get ready for whatever was to come. I had a great spacious room with a few nice appointments like artificial plants, leather pillows and wine glasses. Believe it or not it was a Hilton Property. Leather pillows? So I got dolled all sensible like, looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased and confident. I made my way out in search of a healthy drive thru and settled on baja fish tacos from Baja Fresh. The girl at the window seemed confused by the name on the AMEX not matching the face in the car. I assured her it was me and my parents named all the girls with boys names including my sister Frank. She handed me food with a smile and I drove back to my spacious room. I really wanted to go out and be seen but it was getting late and I decided to t snap a few pics and call it a night.
Another challenge of being an air traveling transvestite is being prepared. This particular trip I had everything I needed except something to remove my french nails. Having an early morning meeting the option to leave them on was really no option at all. Oh well I guess I'll be seen after all. I had noticed a Walgreens earlier so I made my way to it. Park car, take deep breath, purse on shoulder go inside. I walked in and an older lady asked "can I help you find anything?" (Now I need to stop for a second and explain, I've been out and about many many times dressed as a woman, most times if I just act normal no one seems to notice me If I have to speak well sometimes I can pass sometimes I don't but it takes a lot of concentration and is not second nature for me.) I answered "acetone" "I'm not sure what that is" I answer back "it's for removing fake nails!" "Oh yes" she directed me and we walked together me in flat sandal still 3 heads taller than her. She then said to me "they're so pretty, why do you want to take them off?" I just looked at her and said "you really don't know do you?" "Know What?" "well I'm not a woman" she just stared at me for a while and finally realized what I had said to her. "Oh My God, I would have never known" I wanted to hug her. She was so sweet and complimentary when others may have just been happy to get me out of the store and be done with my perverted foolishness but she thought I was in her words a Doll. It didn't end there, she wanted to show me off to Karen in the Pharmacy a tall leggy brunette. She was bubbly and almost flirtatious and asked If she could take a picture. I told her only if she was in it too. Inez the sweet little lady took our picture together with Karen's phone and I'm sure within seconds of leaving the store my picture was plastered all over Karen's Social Network.
All in all it was a fun evening.
This would be my contribution to throwback Thursday.
I know this is a total overload, so just ignore me... I couldn't believe I found this folder with so many images I took while walking through the mansion in 2017... I just want to get them into my Flickr Planting Fields album...
If you decide to look... I hope you enjoy seeing how the rich and famous lived....
The underwing of this 6-week old Barn Owl shows how the feathers grow out of the sheath, being extruded from the base. The blood supply can be seen in the bottom third of the feather as a pinkish base. When the feather is fully grown the blood supply is cut off and the feather is essentially dead until the whole process is repeated when the bird moults
On Sunday 16/1/2022, a late 7MP9 (SCT intermodal) is seen at Kanmantoo (SA) with Kanmantoo with EL55-csr003-csr006-csr001-csr015 in charge.
The first two locos were required to assist after loco problems at Callington which delayed the train for almost 6 hours.
ONCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he took flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick. It was indeed a Superior Comestible (that’s magic), and he put it on stove because he was allowed to cook on the stove, and he baked it and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental. But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose, two piggy eyes, and few manners. In those days the Rhinoceros’s skin fitted him quite tight. There were no wrinkles in it anywhere. He looked exactly like a Noah’s Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never will have any manners. He said, ‘How!’ and the Parsee left that cake and climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Rhinoceros upset the oil-stove with his nose, and the cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of Mazanderan, Socotra, and Promontories of the Larger Equinox. Then the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the stove on its legs and recited the following Sloka, which, as you have not heard, I will now proceed to relate:—
Them that takes cakes
Which the Parsee-man bakes
Makes dreadful mistakes. - Rudyard Kipling
This Red Banded Hairstreak has two clavate antenna. These are antenna with clubs at the end. All butterflies have clavate antenna. Many moths have more complex antenna which are used to detect pheromones' for mating.
What is amazing about hairstreak butterflies is the hair like structures near the tail that are actually articulated and move independently. They are pseudo antenna that help confuse predators about which end to strike. If you watch butterflies that have these pseudo antenna you will notice that many are missing a small portion of their hind wing which means the predator struck the wrong end and the butterfly survived.
If you want to see how these pseudo antenna move here is a like to a video demonstrating the phenomenon: www.flickr.com/photos/drphotomoto/8409353055/in/photolist...
A lot of my Flickr contacts do this much better than me; but it was great fun having a go.
Also quite weird not having to sneak up on my subject - but at least the word 'stalk' is still applicable. I was a little bit alarmed when I heard that the government is seeking to introduce a new law on 'stalking' soon; my wife has since reassured me that they were talking about something else entirely.
...back to deer soon :-)
PS - Beyond "Fly Agaric" I'm struggling with the ID on these, so if anyone can add some insight then your input/knowledge would be greatly appreciated.
Tom was in NYC for over a week and we knew we had to take a few pictures. Here is one of our “playful” shots…
Strobist:
AB800 Camera left
AB800 Camera right
AB800 Camera center low, pointing up
ABR800 Camera center high, pointing down
In it's own way, this is about learning to feel comfortable in front of other people. We are so used to what we look like, how me move when we see ourselves in the mirror. But as soon as we leave the house, our comfort zone, we act differently, because others are there to see. When I first started taking my film camera with me and using it on adventures with my friends, I remember them being irritated in the beginning. But they soon got used to it, and today I can't even spot a change in their attitude when I point my camera at them. They have learned to be themselves just as I have learned not to be afraid to take a photo. But things are different when someone takes my place in the experience. I'm so used to being behind the camera, or taking my own portraits, that as soon as someone else takes a photo of me, I have a really hard time remembering that person I see in the mirror every morning. I am trying to learn to be that person at all times — in front of the camera, and in front of everyone I meet on a daily basis.
This also kind of belongs to this photo.
On another note, I got a copy of the magazine tango in the mail yesterday, which has an article about me and my photos in it. :) Photos are in comments!
well that's how one spends a dull cold winters day. dressing up wishing it was summer.
My summer collection is coming together nicely with three maxi dresses just waiting to be worn on a warm summers day.
I hope to spend a fair bit of this year getting out and seeing new places and maybe meeting some new people. But one thing I am going to do is walk along a sandy beach. just one of my Helen dreams.
Oh well back to reality better put another log on the fire :-)
Sunset fishing. These fishermen were busy in their work to go ashore for fishing not minding how beautiful the sunset is. #sunset #fishing #beach
When I was done clicking I picked him up to discover how truly sad this little sheep was:
Must've weighed eight pounds...soaking wet, and wherever he sat a little puddle grew underneath. He was about the size of a cat.
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How can I forget you, and you me? We use to watch each other so closely. You used to watch my every move.
How do I tell you how I miss you?
How do I tell you how fearful I am now stepping out in the world when I am not being watched by you?
How do I tell you I have lost my confidence, because all my confidence was because of you?
How can I make you love me all over again? I am willing to do anything.
How do I know what triggered all this heartache unless you tell me? I am completely in the dark.
I can't forget you. And the worst part is that I don't want to.
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