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it feels like nobody ever knew me until u knew me
feels like nobody ever loved me until you loved me
feels like nobody ever touched me until you touched me
baby, nobody, nobody
until you...
I think this is another one of those mandatory artistic exercises, kinda like having the subject be a bowl of fruit.
Photo-a-Day
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Year 3, Day 353
[Total Consecutive Days: 1083]
I still dont have my laptop, and i wont get it till monday. its pretty sad. i miss it. lol.
Well i was going through my hard drive today and found this picture i edited about a month ago i never uploaded it because i didn't think it was good enough. i really miss uploading pictures so i decided to upload this one today.Hope you guys like it.
i really hope all my files are still on my laptop so i can start editing the pictures i took this week=)
I hope everyone is having a good weekend.
365 Project - Day 242
Rock climbing is rough on the hands and while my scruffed and shredded hands would be perfect to illustrate this, shooting your own paws is really, really tricky. So I took this snapshot of my climbing buddy’s hands after a long evening in the gym. Chalk fills out every little wrinkle, and the skin is shredded. All I had this evening was my iPhone but (with a little post processing) it is all you need.
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One of my workers found this lil guy hiding inside the plant yesterday. I took him outside and let him go in the grass. Bit chilly, so don't know that he'll last long. But at least he'll be in his element when it's time to go.
the beach has been getting more and more crowded with the crabs this week, each morning brings a new set of crab/human encounters.
As the signpost reads, this was where the A30 crossed the B3212. The B3212 still exists and has that number in the present day, the A30 was bypassed a long time ago, and this section here is now a minor road. Incredibly the garage survived well into the Streetview era, even if it had stopped selling petrol quite some time earlier. In those last days it was Swain's Garage selling second hand cars. The garage was demolished in about 2015. By 2019 new houses occupied the site.
On the menu here in I am guessing just into the 1930s, Pratts, National Benzole and BP were on the menu. It was apparently open day and night, which seems pretty amazing for the era. Far right there seems to be what would be a rare sight of an advertising board for Texaco oils. Also of note is that the original building seen here survived right up to the point of demolition without any real change.
I'm done with the hand puns now. :)
I decided to try and mess with the wrist pin as per the Seneschal's suggestion. I know a lot of people said eh leave it as is but I'm too OCD about stuff to do that.
The wrist donor was a fashionista from ages ago who came with a broken wrist post (she became a carving experiment victim as you can see). Miraculously, the intact hand was just the one I needed. (btw both of these are from China, not Indonesia. Quality control issues?)
ANYWAY onto the juicy stuff!: I just heated the hand in hot water and gently pried the flaps off the wrist pin, no need to pull out the "bone" itself. heated some more while i squeezed them into place on the proper wrist pin, and done.
:D
Actually I wanted something more in background, i'm not very satisfied with the composition of the photo.
A few months ago I purchased the remote control of self-timer and I am completely satisfied with purchase.
Obviously you're not watching horrible way in which I have given the enamel.
I hope you can spend a long full weekend like will probably be as mine.
Have a nice time to all!
The ‘Praying Hands of Mary’ next to my campsite in Glen Lyon. Many people think I am bonkers for going out camping in the winter and they are most probably correct. However for me it is an amazing experience and as always decided to share the film of my landscape photography trip with winter wild camping thrown in. Not everything went as planned but it was made up for by the scenery and short time away just to relax and definitely chill out. To watch film of my trip please click link below.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQOM1gyiJKA
Glen Lyon is little known, and less visited, and it is only when you seek it out on a map that you begin to realise just how significant a presence it is in the central highlands. The glen extends for some 25 miles from the pretty village of Fortingall in the east to the head of Loch Lyon in the west.