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One of those accidental ones, don't know what the hell I was doing there. Seriously underexposed, but playing with the contrast brought out these striking colours.
Photo taken for Scavenge Challenge #18 Show a hand-held electronic device in use (no cell phones or cameras, please!). This is plain non-fat yogurt that I am mixing with my homemade blackberry jam. (Usually I just do it with a spoon.)
And Today's Posting #329 Curves, squiggles, and flowing lines interest the eye. Make a photograph dominated by a curvy shape of some sort today.
Yes Jay, this was done ALL handheld, with the mixer in one hand and the camera in the other.
Nanda is making a bracelet out of colourful electrical wire and resistors at Moem's workshop Geeky Jewelry (in which the participants make earrings, bracelets, pendants, amulets and assorted bling from shiny electrical components and computer parts).
One of three shots I took today, for use with my work. My mother-in-law had this pitcher made for me in 2002.
I'm not quite sure how we came up with this, but I find it amazing...
Emma was my little muse this morning, sitting on the couch curled up together in a blanket~
when the sun came in behind us through the window she started making shapes with her hands in the light...
I focused on the suitcase behind her hands and took the light reading from that.
she glows~
For over 20 years, I had the privilege of caring for and and partnering with thousands of courageous people to help them heal, rehabilitate and return to their life's work and passions. Our hands are precious and priceless.
DAILY SHOOT #ds294: A person's hands can tell a story. Take a picture of someone's hands today.
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An impressive collection of clocks with hands not digits on show at Clevedon Crafts Centre in Clevedon close to Junction 20 of the M5. The centre has a number of workshops. It was founded in 1971 in the outbuildings of a farm which was once part of the Clevedon Estate,
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
-e.e. commings