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CP 7013 leads an eastbound grain train through the rocky terrain at Exshaw as a much needed break in low clouds and heavy rain. I was originally hesitant on going to this spot as it was a pain to get to and I wasn’t sure if I’d even make it, or if the clouds would clear up. But after seeing a westbound go by I headed over and climbed around til I found this spot, with the lake, colors and train it made for a perfect photo.
Meadow Pipit / anthus pratensis. Longstone Edge, Derbyshire. 12/07/20.
One of a group of five Meadow Pipits I found at the edge of an old quarry back in the summer. They foraged on a grassy slope and along a trackside, sometimes bathing in a puddle. When in need of a rest, surrounding fence lines and posts made handy perches, although this one went for something much more substantial.
(Good to remember the warmth of that beautiful summer day, just before I stick another log in the woodburner!)
While a cluster of Water Lillies and one flower, gather in the shade, I point my camera and rest it on the tripod. The flowers position appears hesitant, before starting its journey. This comes from Smuggler Cove, a place of many natural features.
Understanding my roll.
When our first grandchild was born, my son’s family was stationed at NAS Pax River Maryland. We made the drive from Indiana to Maryland as often as possible and they the reverse. August was a beautiful baby boy who looked and acted like every other baby…like a little humanoid who had lots of intake and the smelliest of outgo. When it comes to babies…until they are old enough and can be responsible for their own head and neck, well let’s just say that holding one makes me as nervous as being wrapped up like a mummy utilizing live Boa constrictors! Scratch that as it is an exaggeration…I would prefer the boa’s!
I do not remember his exact age but I would guess it was around a year and a half old and they were in town for a visit. It was a beautiful spring/summer day and August and I were walking around the front yard, just exploring and enjoying time together. As we walked hand in hand, we came upon a bush. I have no idea what type of bush it was, even though it was part of our landscaping. It was both yellow and green, the type that looked a bit sharp but wasn’t.
We stopped and were looking at the bush when August without a word spoken looked up into my eyes. Instantly I knew his question and I said “You can touch it.” He gently reached out and started feeling the texture of a single branch, and smiled. It was at that exact moment, as if hit by lightning, that I felt like a grandfather for the first time…accepting responsibility for one of my roles in his life, to assist with discovery.
Fast forward seven years and I am at Custer SP photographing bison when I notice this little one. Its nose was inches from the ground and a few feet away from a lone blue flower. It moved from side to side, eyed fixed on the flower as if it was wondering what it was…a bit curious, a bit hesitant. A few seconds passed before it worked up the courage to approach the flower. When it bowed down to ascertain its fragrance, I took this photo.
Watching this bison reminded me of the thrill, the absolute blessing of discovery…making this shot a personal favorite from this trip!
Photo taken 22 May, 2023.
Emily trots up the hill, not daring to gallop with a horse she was not familiar with. Besides, she didn't want to make more sound than that. When she finally reaches there, the horse suddenly spooks for no apparent reason. She quickly slides down not to hurt herself by falling, and tries to hold the reins but no chance, the horse was already galloping away. "Rats!" she mumbles to herself looking behind, then turns around to face a lady and Damian. The concern of her face eases a bit "thank God! You're alive. I heard rumors from the towners that some guards hunted a couple of wolves around Redfoem.." starts, then her gaze slides to the lady. She wasn't sure if she was from the pack or an enemy, "Hi" says a bit hesitant, and decides to keep silent a little to hear what was going on first.
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Black-fronted Dotterel
Scientific Name: Elseyornis melanops
Description: The Black-fronted Dotterel is a small wader with a distinctive black face-mask and breast-band and prominent chestnut scapulars (shoulder feathers). In juveniles, the breast-band is initially absent but a brown band slowly appears as the bird develops. Legs are pink orange, and the bill is red with a black tip. The dark eye is ringed with red. In flight the wings look broad and the tail short, while the black and white contrast is striking. Flight is slow with almost hesitant wing beats. This species is also called the Black-fronted Plover.
Similar species: The adult and immature Black-fronted Dotterel are unmistakable, though the juvenile could be confused with the juvenile and immature Red-capped Plover.
Distribution: The Black-fronted Dotterel is widespread throughout Australasia.
Habitat: The Black-fronted Dotterel is found in the shallow margins of wetlands, lakes, rivers, sewage farms, storm drains and marshes. It is normally always near freshwater and is not often seen on the coast.
Seasonal movements:
Breeding resident.
Feeding: The Black-fronted Dotterel eats small molluscs as well as aquatic and terrestrial insects. When it forages, it keeps its body horizontal while bobbing its head to look for food, often running then stopping suddenly to peck at food items.
Breeding: The Black-fronted Dotterel lays its eggs in a shallow scrape, often on pebbly ground and quite close to water. It may have more then one brood per year. Both parents incubate the eggs and look after the young.
Calls: Sharp 'tip' call, singular or repeated three or four times.
Minimum Size: 16cm
Maximum Size: 18cm
Average size: 17cm
Average weight: 32g
Breeding season: September to February
Clutch Size: 2 to 3 eggs
Incubation: 27 days
Nestling Period: 25 days
(Source: www.birdsinbackyards.net)
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She sat just off-center from the great chapel, a solitary figure in layered scarves and boots, as if waiting for a thought to return. The stone was still damp from an earlier rain, though the sun had since pushed through—hesitant but faithful. Her gaze met the distance, or perhaps something unseen in herself. In a city shaped by centuries of questions and quiet resolve, she became one more gentle interruption in the story of the lawn.
. . . My male Bluebird seems a bit hesitant but really wants to talk his mate into setting up shop in this fixer-upper bird house in the orchard. But Honey, it has immediate possession, and besides, I can paint anything!
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Whilst having a leisurely walk through the woodland the other day, I heard a whistle:
“Pffffsssiiiiiiiiiiiiii”
“Eh where did that come from” I looked around
“Over here”, said a strange voice
“Where, I cant see you?” I looked around but I couldn’t see the wood for the trees.
“Psssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!”
Ohhhh, there you are!” There was a little face in the side of the tree trunk.
““Yes, here I am, what are you doing here, you look lost?” It asked.
“Oh just rambling around, having a look here and there”
“You don’t know where you are going do you?”
I thought about this for a moment, slightly hesitant with my reply. “Errrrrrrrrrrr, no!”
“Now listen carefully….When you get in trouble and you don't know right from wrong,
give a little whistle!, pfffff pffferrrr, Give a little whistle!”
“What do you mean?” I asked
“Take the straight and narrow path, and if you start to slide,give a little whistle!, pfffff pffferrrr
Give a little whistle!”
“Right, okay, I think I’ve got that” I replied”
“Just one more thing..and always let your conscience be your guide”
“Have you got a thing about Pinocchio, or something?” I asked, looking at him rather strange.
“Yeah, love Jiminy, love the film, sing that song all the time!”
“Right okay, I’m off” and I walked off down the nearest path “Strange trees in these parts.......”
Exploring the rural roads in the Ashnola River area of British Columbia, we came across this feral horse and her filly. It appeared it wanted to cross the road, so I stopped and slowly got out of the car to take a picture. In a hesitant manner, it suspiciously crossed the road with a watchful eye on us the whole time.
Brown Rat / rattus norvegicus. Derbyshire. 23/01/16.
Figuratively speaking, the rats played ball again yesterday!
Factually speaking, the sun didn't :-(
I was hesitant in going to get photos of this Black Throated Blue Warbler, but told myself to just go! So glad I did because the lighting was beautiful this morning. I angled myself just right to get a clean shot and background against the fennel bushes. Lighting was nice and warm when he arrived. Click form large view :)
Huw's birthday today with little of anything planned . i.e. until this arrived courtesy of our son - a Tea for Two delivered to our front doorstep from Bar St. James, Uplands, Swansea .
I was a bit hesitant to open it at first because I haven't eaten any kinds of takeaways during lockdown and usually don't tend to eat takeaways anyway except for pizzas on the odd occasion, but surely it would have been rude not to? Just a shame that our son couldn't deliver it himself because we haven't seen him in almost three months.
Shot this with no tripod.. I was lying face down.. camera rested on the concrete. I was hesitant to do it but my passion to get the right shot is greater and it won the dilemma.
It was the moisture from the wave splash that made these dreamy hexagonal bokehs.
Captain Cook was hesitant to enter this sound, as we are also hesitant at times to enter into things.
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SEEKING VALIDATION.
A Meditation on Life’s Journey.
Navigating through life is more a matter of asking the right questions to the answers you seek.
Not all answers give the complete truth, if that question is vague or hesitant.
Often considering the question in full before asking opens up doors to inner truths that you were withholding from yourself.
The answer will come unbidden, all you have to do is recognise that truth.
This Mrs. Hooded has a bill full of food for her two young in the nest.. but is hesitant to feed them while I was there.
I cycled out to the launch site yesterday for the 38th Bristol International Balloon Fiesta, arriving as balloons were being inflated. It was very crowded and a bit 'messy' so we cycled on to Long Ashton and took up position to watch the balloons pour out of the site and over the village. 116 went up, the first truly mass ascent for this year's fiesta which has been marred by gusty winds. Here they are over the church at the very east end of Long Ashton.
We then followed the cycle path that winds through the sleeping housing estate (I've never seen so many people in their pyjamas!) and arrived at a field with access on the other side which we thought looked a likely landing site. Balloons were circling overhead too- big clue as they look to land.
We asked the landowner if they minded if we parked up and walked across their field to watch (they were also in their pyjamas!) Hesitantly they said yes and so we had a grandstand view as they came down. Within minutes of our arrival in this field it filled with baskets, burners and deflated balloons and then the support vehicles arrived. It was well and truly trampled! Amazingly, 2 friends of mine were in (2 different) balloons that landed in front of me.
I cycled home via the car meet in Queen Square, pics of which may follow later, and then the bakery for fresh pastries for breakfast. Arriving home at about 10.30 am after all that my teenaged children were just emerging from their rooms!
Looking back on a wonderful morning up on Lingmoor during the Heather season, I spotted this unedited shot I had taken on my way back down.
I was taking a couple of shots with my new 100-400 lens when I spotted these walkers on their way up. One had a rucksack which matched the glorious colour of the heather. I couldn't resist a shot. I hadn't thought to edit it until I went back to look at some of the shots I took last night.
So here is an addition to that mornings walk!
As I was thinking about what to write about this still life I really was coming up blank. I don't have any particular memories or stories about grapes or oranges but then something did occur to me.
You surely knew it would. :-)
It's about printing.
Until just a few months ago I rarely had anything other than family pictures printed. There was a reason I was so hesitant and it was because way back when I got my first little point and shoot camera I did two still life pictures of green apples against a black background. I wanted to print and frame them for a friend's kitchen as a gift but when I picked up the prints the background was blotchy and...well... just plain embarrassing. At that time I had been part of a photo forum (Photo Galaxy) where there were some really experienced people who looked very kindly on any novice who was willing to put in the hours to learn. One of the first things one of them taught me was how to use levels so I took the files of the apple pictures back to the printer with the corrected levels and they came out perfectly.
A lesson learned.
So since that time, in spite of the fact I almost never print anything, I still prepare anything I post online as if it were going to be printed. My thinking is partly that I might want to print it in future and also because I've discovered some people have the most remarkably sensitive monitors and can see every flaw.
Inaccurate colours are another issue I've struggled with. I pay a lot of attention to colour in my attempts to 'get it right'. I'm not suggesting for one minute I'm always successful but I do try. However, when I've had a few things printed the problem is that my calibrated monitor isn't calibrated to their printer. I know the logical thing is that I should print my own but I am not one bit interested in that particular learning curve at this time. So what to do?
Last fall I decided to get the last fifteen years' worth of pictures printed in books and wall canvases after testing various print sources. Since the pictures were already processed for print it wasn't as onerous a task as it might have been. We do now have a rather alarming stack of books on the corner table in the sitting room but my thinking is that even though pictures are backed up on external hard drives or clouds or whatever they don't seem quite 'real' if they're not printed.
So all of that said to simply ask you this because I really would like to know: What do you do, if anything, about printing your work?
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“What-my mind glimpsed through its hesitant explorations,- what my heart craved with so little expectation of fulfillment, you now magnificently unfold for me: the fact that your creatures are not merely so linked together in soli- darity that none can exist unless all the rest sur- round it, but that all are so dependent on a single central reality that a true life, borne in common by them all, gives them ultimately their consistence and their unity.”
-Teilhard de Chardin, (Hymn of the Universe p. 18)
Meadow Pipit / anthus pratensis. Derbyshire. 12/04/21.
Blustery winds and rain squalls probably deterred the Meadow Pipits from singing that day, I didn't hear one. However, I did enjoy some close encounters with a few. This one took a keen interest in the camouflage netting I was concealed in!
MORNING AND THE MOUNTAIN | The beginning of a fascinating, photography imbued, early morning journey through some of the most beautiful and potentially treacherous road conditions in the world. Fortunately the day was bright and sunny, we encountered few landslides or shooting stones, there was very little traffic on the "road" and our driver (although a little hesitant in the beginning) drove very well.
Meadow Pipit / anthus pratensis. Longstone Edge, Derbyshire. 30/06/20.
Memories of a proper summer day in the White Peak earlier this year.
There were quite a few Meadow Pipits about, including this one that decided to check me over. Having caught food items in a rough, weedy field, it‘s routine was to fly up to the fence line, using it as a lookout point. Satisfied all was well, it would then zip off to it‘s nest concealed in the heather further away.
Grasshoppers looked to be very much on the menu that day :-)
- Emile Zola.
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While driving along the Glenn Highway toward Matanuska Glacier, I switched to my 100-400mm lens when we saw two bald eagles in a tree by the roadside. My wife had been asking me to take more telephoto landscape photos, but I was hesitant. However, out of laziness during this drive, I decided to keep the 100-400mm lens on my camera and try telephoto landscapes. It offered a fascinating new perspective of the mountains. With beautiful sidelight, I captured the complex interplay of light in these tighter shots.
Hamilton's 1600 yard job is as far north as you can possibly get by rail, in Hamilton. If you believe the signs on the QEW behind me, this shot was taken in Burlington.
This shot took some doing, because it has to be done on one of the two days of the week which CN goings to the Eastport area, and in needs to be cloudy as its the afternoon and my cameras pointing due west. Even then, it's not a guarantee that they'll use the run around at the extreme north end of the Eastport area. But, due to the ports security this area is not largely accessible for photos. So I gave it a few changes and got lucky, or so I thought.
I've been hesitant to share this photo here as it's not sharp. I was clearly beyond my cameras capabilities in this situation, which is unfortunate. But even more unfortunate, this shot isn't really repeatable anymore with some construction going on in the foreground.
Bambi enjoys trying a diverse variety of food, from pumpkin to fleabane, while the other alpacas can be picky. I picked some old kale and chard from the farm fields, and Bambi has been a big fan. The others see her enjoy it, and then join in. Anna (left) eats hesitantly, while Luna quickly munches away. Bambi follows me if she suspects I have any.
Do you think someone needs to order me to decapitate the evil people? No need! I am alienated anyway, I feel enraged with a massive sense of wrong, I do no longer reflect and be hesitant because I have got certainty now! I deeply believe in the pap of far-right propaganda. I have got my grievance and I know what the prompt remedy is! If you are a liberal or a communist or whatever, your head is no longer safe! You enemies of mine have not understood that my violence is not just the "relief of my aggression" - it is much more than that. Violence is the acting out of my truth, it is part of my liturgy, and it confirms my faith.
“All of life is a trust fall, and I'm awakening to the thrill, rather than the fear, of being suspended midair.”
― Leigh Ann Henion, Phenomenal: A Hesitant Adventurer's Search for Wonder in the Natural World
A few weeks back I did a photo walk with RZ68 and MattyD90. We had a great time and it it was nice to meet another person from flickr.
ACR (Adobe Camera Raw ) brought this shot to life. I'm hesitant to post Golden Gate Bridge shots for obvious reasons. Thanks for taking a look. I do appreciate all comments and critique.
Even though we had known each other for over a decade, we did not really share anything deep with each other until about a year ago to this day.
We were both wandering somewhat aimlessly, slightly shaken, hesitant, and guarded. It was our desire to help each other that led to our helping ourselves. We found compassion, trust, respect, caring, empathy, humor, comfort, and - most of all and to an incredible degree - love.
Standing on the rocky beach while we reminisce about where the last year has taken us, I cannot help but point, you resting your head against me - at where we will go next before chuckling softly to myself. For I know that place is merely the next stop on a journey of a lifetime that is very much still just beginning.
Where are those stops you ask? Wherever you are.
Dirk Braeckman (born in 1958 and closely associated with Ghent) felt that painting was not for him. Just as Odysseus was lured to the rocks by the song of the Sirens, an inner voice lured him to the darkroom of photography. To the magician's chamber that Dutch enthusiasts abbreviate to 'doka'. He felt at home there. Classical rules about tonal value, focus and composition were soon thrown overboard. He started painting with lamps and chemicals, in an increasingly larger format.
With him, every print has a life of its own. In the Kunstmuseum, five photos of the sea hang next to each other. All made from the same negative and yet the differences are enormous. "In my armchair, I often think about art and philosophy, but in the darkroom, I act impulsively," says Braeckman. "I want to surprise myself. Time and again. That is possible with this profession."
What drives a person? Dirk Braeckman does not want to know when he works, but he too must have core images from his youth that do not let him go. He tells us hesitantly about his father. “Unlike me, he was very sporty. He liked to dive deep into the sea. As a child, I often went with him. I would sit on the shore for hours waiting. Or worse, on a boat far out at sea. He didn’t notice it, but I never knew when he would surface again.”
(part of my review in Den Haag Centraal, October 31, 2024)
En 1123 Robert et ses compagnons s’installent au lieu-dit « Bellus Fons » pour y construire un oratoire dédié à Notre Dame et un hospice pour l’accueil temporaire des indigents et des pèlerins. En 1215, un de ses successeurs, fait don au monastère de la forêt dénommée « Bellum Fagetum », signifiant « Belle Hêtraie », d’où vient le nom de Beaufays.
Les Chanoines adoptent la règle de Saint Augustin. Ils y vivent jusqu’à la révolution française, reconstruisant et rénovant les bâtiments au début du XVIIIe siècle, suite au tremblement de terre de 1692. Depuis, on admire les plafonds et les décors datés en 1701 pour l’église, 1733 pour les bâtiments conventuels. Ces travaux furent essentiellement menés par Henri de Goha, nommé en 1705 Prieur à vie et décédé en 1732.
La construction la plus ancienne parmi celles encore visibles aujourd’hui, est le donjon érigé au XVI siècle au sud du Prieuré. C’est sur ce donjon que se sont adossés les principaux bâtiments des XVIIe et XVIIIe siècles. Un fossé d’eau de près de cent mètres longeait également la façade. Les bâtiments de la ferme sont du XVIIe siècle et ont également été partiellement remaniés au début du XVIIIe siècle comme en témoignent les millésimes gravés sur les linteaux de certaines portes.
En 1796, le domaine est mis en vente publique, et racheté par un ancien chanoine et quatre des ses compagnons. L’église est quant à elle vendue à la commune et devient paroisse de Beaufays en 1804. Les bâtiments sont alors rachetés et revendus cinq fois. Des Ursulines allemandes y construisent l’aile nord en 1875, pour y abriter un pensionnat de jeunes filles.
En 1890, le domaine est acquis par Adolphe Laloux, homme énergique et esthète qui restaure l’Abbaye et crée le parc à l’anglaise en comblant les anciens fossés , dessinant les chemins, n’hésitant pas à faire venir des arbres adultes tirés sur des rails.
In 1123, Robert and his companions settled at a place called "Bellus Fons" to build an oratory dedicated to Our Lady and a hospice for the temporary shelter of the poor and pilgrims. In 1215, one of his successors donated to the monastery the forest called "Bellum Fagetum," meaning "Beautiful Beech Grove," from which the name Beaufays derives.
The Canons adopted the Rule of Saint Augustine. They lived there until the French Revolution, rebuilding and renovating the buildings at the beginning of the 18th century, following the earthquake of 1692. Since then, the ceilings and decorations, dated 1701 for the church and 1733 for the convent buildings, have been admired. These works were primarily carried out by Henri de Goha, appointed Prior for Life in 1705 and who died in 1732.
The oldest structure still visible today is the keep, erected in the 16th century to the south of the Priory. The main 17th- and 18th-century buildings were built against this keep. A moat nearly one hundred meters long also ran along the facade. The farm buildings date from the 17th century and were also partially remodeled in the early 18th century, as evidenced by the dates engraved on the lintels of some of the doors.
In 1796, the estate was put up for public sale and purchased by a former canon and four of his companions. The church, meanwhile, was sold to the municipality and became the parish of Beaufays in 1804. The buildings were subsequently bought and sold five times. German Ursuline nuns built the north wing in 1875 to house a girls' boarding school.
In 1890, the estate was acquired by Adolphe Laloux, an energetic and aesthetically minded man who restored the Abbey and created the English-style park by filling in the old moats, laying out the paths, and even bringing in mature trees on rails.
The expansive vastness and sheer beauty of the Fjordlands! I was hesitant to go to Lofoten because it seemed overdone. What more could I possibly add to the countless professional photographers that frequent this place? I was also amazed at how fast the locals drive on these roads. I felt like all I had to do was point my feet down road and I might as well be doing a luge or riding a bobsled.
An impromptu encounter on the way back down Gunnerside Gill.
They looked a little hesitant when faced with two walkers armed with Nikon Z7ii's.
Je me sens très hésitant quant à ma relation avec les images générées par l’IA 🤔
D’un côté, l’IA est tout simplement magique ! Il évoquera une image représentant tout ce que vous lui dites…
Les résultats sont souvent surprenants, et parfois étonnants.
Cela déclenche la dopamine et moi, chassant ma curiosité visuelle dans le terrier du lapin de l'IA !
D’un autre côté, l’IA est très insatisfaisante !
Je suis autant un artisan qu’un artiste, et taper des mots descriptifs enlève évidemment l’élément tactile de l’artisanat !
De plus, je me demande également où dans ce processus je suis le créateur, voire le créatif ?
L’IA m’enveloppe-t-elle dans une sensation chaleureuse et floue de création d’images alors que je ne crée presque rien du tout ?
En regardant ce qu'il est possible de créer avec l'IA aujourd'hui et le rythme des améliorations, on peut facilement entrevoir un avenir pas si lointain où l'IA créera des images si authentiques qu'on ne pourra pas les distinguer de vraies personnes ou de photographies !
Mon travail en tant que photographe sera massivement impacté par l’IA, c’est pourquoi je choisis d’être relativement enthousiasmé par les possibilités à venir …
Mais reste la question cruciale, comment pouvons-nous, en tant que photographes, prospérer dans ce changement aussi monumental ?
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I feel ambivalent about my relationship with AI-generated imagery 🤔
On one side, AI is nothing short of magic. It will conjure an image depicting whatever you tell it. The results are often surprising, and every now and then, astonishing. This gets the dopamine going, and me prompting, chasing my visual curiosity down the AI rabbit hole.
On the other side, AI is greatly unfulfilling. I am a craftsman as much as an artist, and typing descriptive words takes away the tactile element of craft. I am also pondering where in this process I am the creator, or even creative. Is AI wrapping me in a warm fuzzy feeling of creating images when I am hardly creating anything at all ?
Looking at what is possible to create with AI today and the pace of improvement, one can easily see a not-so-distant future where AI creates images so authentic one can’t distinguish them from real people or photography
My work as a photographer will be massively impacted by AI, so I opt to be excited about the upcoming possibilities. How can we photographers thrive in this monumental change ?
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This is one of my favorite photos from my recent spring break camping trip to Arizona's KOFA National Wildlife Refuge. I was hesitant to go because of the current pandemic, but thankfully it all worked out and I made the trip before everything is closed to the public.
Picture of a juvenile Great Titmouse (Parus Major) only seconds after leaving its nest for the first time. At first it was very hesitant to leave its secure home for the first time, but then gathered all its courage and after a very short "flight" of two meters landed directly in the middle of our lunch table - only centimeters away from my plate. It took another short jump and then rested in the nearby tree, waiting for the encouragements of its mother.
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i've been hesitant to post this picture because it looks like she isn't wearing any clothes.. but she is! :) haha..
i'm on fall break! it has been amazing so far :) i just came back from going to the beach :)
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Detail of Spider Plant Leaf.
I was playing around with minimum focal distance for a few lenses.
I was a bit hesitant to share this one. I think the distance between "abstract" and "boring" can be be small. :-)
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a) Nikon D3S + Nikon AFS Micro Nikkor 105mm f/2,8 G ED lens DG HSM N VR ;
b) Filtro Nikon L37c Digital Filters Professional 62mm;
c) Esposizione Tempo 1/125s con apertura a f.3,5 - Impostazione Asa/Iso 1250 (nessun flash o faretti o schermi diffusori solo luce ambiente) ripresa a mano libera;
d) File utilizzato Nef/Raw
e) Misurazione effettuate in Spot (impostata con cerchio lettura a mm 8) con esposimetro della macchina in modalità manuale. Ho voluto simulare una multi lettura singola effettuata in diverse zone dell’area presunta inquadrata per potere conoscere le capacità di lettura spot ella Nikon D3S.
Quindi le letture effettuate sono state circa 5 segnandomi le varie risultanti ottenute ovvero accoppiata tempo/diaframma parziali per poi ricavare la risultante finale. In pratica simulare una lettura tipo "Sistema Zonale di Ansel Adams";
f) Prima Leggera Post-Produzione effettuata con Nikon Capture NX 2 (effettuando mascherature localizzate, riduzione di luminanza delle zone “zona VI e VIII” e aumentando la struttura della zone “zona 0 - II-III e IV”)
g) Seconda Post-Produzione Leggerissima effettuata con Corel Photo-Paint X7 64Bit e Adobe Photoshop CC per il miglioramento globale dell’immagine riducendo il divario zonale delle aree (ovvero effettuando una compressione delle zone);
h) Ultima leggera Post-Produzione di completamento con Nikon Capture NX 2;
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Suggerisco di guardare l’immagine su fondo scuro e ascoltare questo brano
I suggest you look at the image on a dark background and listen to this song
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Craig Armstrong | Glasgow Love Theme
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….se d’amor si muore
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…questa sera
nei silenzi della notte
il mio pensiero è rapito da te.
…ti prego
dammi la tua mano…
e non lasciarmi andare
il mio ardito amore
la tua anima
è venuto ad accarezzare,
impetuoso e un po’…titubante
nessun angelo ti potrà salvare.
E’ forse…
il nostro profondo segreto!
oppure è…
il mio semplice cuore
non aver paura
di nulla devi temere
perché t’amo e tu
non mi potrai più dimenticare.
I tuoi baci
son venuto a rubare.
Ma è quasi l’alba…
e…questa solitudine immensa
del tutto mi appartiene
ora, nella mia mente, lei è mia…
dorme sul mio cuore e
mai più mi potrà lasciare
….se d’amor si muore
…l’anima mia è già volata via.
……………………………………Luigi Mirto
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...if you die of love
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…this evening
in the silence of the night
my thought is kidnapped by you.
… please you
give me your hand…
and don't let me go
my daring love
your soul
came to caress,
impetuous and a little...hesitant
no angel can save you.
And maybe…
our deep secret!
or is it ...
my simple heart
do not be afraid
you have to fear nothing
because I love you and you
you will never be able to forget me.
Your kisses
I have come to steal.
But it's almost dawn ...
and ... this immense solitude
it all belongs to me
now, in my mind, she is mine ...
sleeps on my heart and
she will never leave me again
...if you die of love
...my soul has already flown away.
…………………………………… Luigi Mirto
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Brambling / fringilla montifringilla. Calke Park, Derbyshire. 04/02/22.
'HESITANT.'
A male Brambling certainly enlivened the green, algae covered Elder branches as he crouched hesitantly, deciding whether to take flight. The image was made in February, 2022, just as he was starting to develop his bright breeding plumage. I really like those large dark spots showing on his flank.
BEST VIEWED LARGE.
texture by .. skeletalmess
Textures Only ~ Competition #61
Original image by Allie Caulfield
model by . faestock.deviantart.com/