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Song by Rise Against.
Here's an almond blossom for you again, but with other colors and size.
Today I finished editing my new series/project I shot yesterday. I really love the results and I'm looking forward to show them to you next week ;)
EXIFs:
Canon EOS 50D
Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro USM
f/2.8
1/500s
ISO 100
no flash, no tripod
I'm sure over the past few days, everyone has seen or heard about the scenes from Japan either from TV, radio, internet or the news papers. This poster I have made is to help spread the word of just one way we can help those in need.
I do not wish to gain any profit from this, just to spread the word.
Helper power is the norm in the mountains of central Pennsylvania on the Pittsburgh Line of Norfolk Southern. The view is from the top of Tunnel Hill. Ahead for this train is Horseshoe Curve outside of Altoona.
No I don't mean the foot which belongs to my son but the very large caterpillar! Spotted in Pwll Du Lane and wonder if anyone knows what it is. The size 12 foot was to give a sense of scale!
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So a month or so ago the afghan eyes I have for Millie poked out her eyelashes. And thinking it would be easy to glue them back in I attempted to fix them, no luck. My hands tremble far too much apparently to handle such delicate work, and now she's stuck with no eyelashes.
So I figured maybe someone knows of a company that sells good quality blonde/light brown eyelashes, because getting new ones might make it slightly easier, seeing as how her old ones had been reused before.
Also, some general tips on applying eyelashes would be appreciated, I tried with tooth picks and such but no luck.
I couldn't resist this shot............. I took this in Harvard Square right across from Harvard University. A rich prestigious university on one side of the street and a homeless family on the other.
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"Awake! (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!
If thou regret’st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here:—up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!"
Excerpts from On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year, by George Gordon, Lord Byron
195 years ago today, George Gordon, Lord Byron, the famous and infamous Romantic poet, died of what was probably malaria in Messolonghi, Greece, only 36 years old. Why was the British Lord-turned-rockstar poet in the damp, wetlands of Messolonghi? He was fighting a war. At the time, the Greek citizens were under attack and invasion by the Turks and desperately needed help. Byron had read all the Greek classics in school, learned Greek and had fallen in love with its people and culture when he travelled there several years before. Though he had no military training or experience, he decided that he had to do SOMETHING to help save the Greeks, so he went there, not knowing exactly what would happen.
His fellow British were mainly indifferent about the war; it wasn’t their problem and they saw no reason to help fund the Greek’s defenses. Byron had left Britain in 1816 after years of scandal and most British people were glad to see the most brilliant wordsmith the world has ever seen leave. But they were still fascinated with him, eagerly gobbling up every scrap of gossip, true or not, about him, while simultaneously actively snubbing him if their paths did cross. When word spread that Byron had almost single-handedly taken up the Greek cause, it was met with a slight curiosity and suspicion about what Byron hopes to gain from his involvement. In truth, he sincerely only wanted Greece to be free and was helping however he could. He poured what would be millions of dollars of his own, personal money into the Greek cause, while writing compelling letters to other wealthy British citizens and political leaders, trying to get them to contribute as well. The results were tepid at best.
And then, the glorious sun king of poetry died.
The Greeks, who already loved him, almost turned him into a saint. There are statues of him all over Greece and even today, he’s still considered a national hero, complete with a Byron Day celebrated every year. To the British, he had become a martyr and all previous negative views on him were instantly erased. The government coughed up enough money to help the Greeks win the war and maintain their independence. When Byron’s body was transported back to England (against his wishes to be buried in Greece, though his lungs and larynx were left there, as he had used his voice to save them) the crowds who gathered to view his body overwhelmed every church his body stopped in on his way to its final destination. Locks of his hair were snipped off, in the 19th century version of throwing your bra or panties at a sex symbol celebrity. He was denied burial with Britain’s other most famous poets for the scandals he had caused in life (mostly true but a few more salacious ones made up) and it was only the chapel at one of the schools he had attended that agreed to take him in, in his family’s longtime vault.
Byron lived life on his own terms. Despite mental health problems, frequent suicidal ideation, being born with a painfully deformed right foot, having lovers die, an abusive mother, being sexually and physically abused as a child and his own country turning its back on him, he is still one of the most beloved English writers in history. And rightly so. He loved other men romantically at a time when he could have been hung for it. He loved deep and hard, even when his eternal soulmate turned out to be his half-sister Augusta. But she loved him back with equal passion and ferocity, and as two consenting adults, I see no reason that it’s anyone else’s business that they loved each other.
This image reminds me of Byron today, on the anniversary of his death, for many reasons. For the mental healthcare he should have received but didn’t exist yet. For the physical healthcare that also didn’t exist. For the despair he sank into when he was forced to leave his country, everyone he had ever known and loved, and never return. For the call he heard and he alone answered from Greece. For the help that his martyrdom created for Greece, enabling what he had wished for all along: freedom.
We are all fighting different internal battles that will rarely be seen by others. It might be mental health, invisible physical illnesses, PTSD, addiction or simply a problem we haven’t confessed to anyone. We all need help, and asking for it can be the scariest thing to do. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it. Byron would have thought so too. If you’re feeling like nobody will understand whatever you’re going through, try reading some of Byron’s poetry. He understood pain better than most and he would have understood what you’re going through too. Keep fighting, because Byron never gave up no matter how unimaginably horrible things got. You can be the hero you long to be. Byron did it, and so can you. Awake your spirit, as he would say, and fight.
Thank you to the ever-patient Dedeker Winston for posing in my cramped bathroom and waiting far too long to receive the finished image. I am, as always, grateful for your help in bringing my ideas to life!
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I bought this cutie today at a thrift store... but he needs names. I am open to exotic & different names or even classic names. I will pick one by Tuesday. Thank you all in advance! :)
Some of our little helpers from The Buddhist and the Muslim world. We also have the Catholic juxtaposition with the Virgin of Guadelupe.
help me san fransico residents you my only hope. come see my at my book signing / talk on the 12th october at the booksmith and / or come to one of my hot shots photo courses
Miscellaneous Composition; (This is not about me, folks... just a concept); ©2010 DianaLee Photo Designs
So I bought this beauty yesterday 8) Unfortunately he has this big stain on his cheek D: Please give me some tips and tricks to get the stains off his face ;_; I'm going to try them out in the weekend <3
Thank you :D
Amis FlicKrien(nnes)
J'ai besoin de votre aide, je ne sais plus quoi faire : sur des séries de photos je me retrouve avec plusieurs photos comme celle-ci. Cela m'arrive depuis que j'ai mon EOS 80D mais pas à chaque prises de vues. La carte mémoire est neuve, c'est une Carte SDXC Samsung 64Go + avec 90 mb/s en écriture et 100 mb/s en lecture. Celle-ci a été formatée dans l'appareil dès que je lai acheté. Mon 80D est neuf. (05/2021). J'espère que ce n'est pas une panne logicielle ou pire encore une panne matérielle.. J'ai mis la carte mémoire dans mon 550D, je n'ai pas eu ce problème. J'ai tenté avec une autre carte mémoire dans mon 80D, je n'ai pas rencontré le problème non plus mais comme dit plus haut, ça ne le fait pas sur tous les clichés...
Est-ce qu'il faut que je l'envoie à Canon et qu'ils me l'immobilise pendant 1000 ans ? Et est ce que ca peut être pris en charge par Canon ?
J'avais rencontré ce type de problème avec une carte dans mon 550D mais après formatage, il n'y avait plus de problème.
des avis, des conseils ? je suis preneuse là, parce que je n'en plus de jeter mes photos...
I've been reading and reading about resizing images for viewing online. How come everything I try looks all blotchy and gross? they just don't look as clear as they do in photoshop.
check out the last 4 pics in this album... ugh...
Picture is only somewhat relevant. As you probably read in the title I need help. I am writing a stop motion film (The image above is a snippit from an animation test i did) And I am stuck with the plot. IF anyone is interested in helping me sort it out and write it just leave a comment below!
THANKS!
October 6, 2018
I'm wondering if anyone can offer some advice for successfully using (or NOT using) a polarizing filter under mid-day sun. Is this due to wide angle? With the sun over my right shoulder, can it be done??
You can see in this photo that the sky is horribly gradated and is WAY underexposed. If I overexpose, the sky is STILL gradated, and the water is blown out. I want to get the rich color of the polarized water, but the sky looks terrible!
This is one of the photos I took from a recent hike through the dunes of the Cape Cod National Seashore. It was a very bright day under mid-day sun.
The Dune Shack Trail
Cape Cod National Seashore
Provincetown, Massachusetts
Cape Cod - USA
Photo by brucetopher
© Bruce Christopher 2018
All Rights Reserved
...always learning - critiques welcome.
Tools: Canon 7D & iPhone 6s.
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To alleviate the problems encountered with a tired and ageing fleet, GM Buses South hired twenty Volvo B6's with Alexander Dash bodywork from Stagecoach. This raised quite a few eyebrows within the bus industry as it was the worlds worst kept secret that Stagecoach had wished to purchase the concern when first put up for sale, with them even taking a full page advert out in the Manchester Evening News to try and convince staff that they would be a better option than buying the company themselves.
In the end an employee buyout won the day and Stagecoach began operating in competition with GMS on the infamous 192 service. When these B6's arrived rumours were rife that the fledgling company had sold out to the 'Big Boys'. To be honest they didn't help themselves by just painting the stripes out in orange and adding a grey skirt, I mean, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out where they had come from!
Just in case anyone has been living on another planet for the past twenty years, Stagecoach did eventually buy GM Buses South from it's employees and it has been the jewel in their crown ever since.