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April 26th, 2022 6:00PM
High of 62 degrees Fahrenheit
Low of 37 degrees Fahrenheit
61 degrees Fahrenheit at capture
A cool but sunny day found many animals on the surface under rocks on a south facing dolomite glade. Several kingsnakes and other fossorials were observed before this large male lizard was flipped under a relatively small rock near a ledge. Upon capture it fled and then became defensive, hesitant even to run away even when allowed. Upon release it took refuge under the nearby ledge.
Jefferson County, Missouri
. . . in danger of being upstaged by a distant, yet still showy, Black Cuillin.
Hard to believe, looking at this, that a veritable churning ocean of cloud was very soon to spill over the A' Chralaig ridge, on which I was standing. This effectively called a halt to my photographic proceedings.
I'm not sure how old the name 'Five Sisters' is, but it sounds suspiciously modern to me - in which case I would be hesitant to use it. Does anyone out there have knowledge of the name's history?
I didn't have anything to do with Snowy when he first arrived.
Me being green around cattle and having zero idea of what I was doing, I was hesitant to interact with him.
The times I did, I found he was surprisingly placid and timid. I think he was more afraid of me.
Then the herd was hit with three-day sickness. An infection that is common here on the coast and it makes the cows sick for 2-3 days, making them go down and not eat.
It's important that they stay shaded and hydrated and it usually affects younger stock.
If a cow has had three-day sickness before they do become immune to it.
So over this time I became more invested in the cattle's well being. Checking on them, taking them water and in general fussing lol.
They all recovered but poor Snowy was hit the hardest. Fortunately we were able to get him in the yards but for three days he was out flat and after that he slowly regained his strength. During that time I checked on him multiple times a day and when he felt like eating I would give him cow pellets/grain.
I'm telling you this story because now Snowy and I are great mates. The initial nervousness for both of us has disappeared and we now see each other differently.
He even allows me to pat him now.
Well, I'd have called it a hill (since the Landrover drove up it,) but in KwaZulu Natal this is a mountain and one with a very fine view over the Plains. Bongani told me its Zulu name and I am hesitant to spell it now, although I had a good go at pronouncing it at the time. He told me that the Zulu elders would come here in times of drought to pray for rain, bringing cattle with them for sacrifice and sustenance, staying until the rains came, their families would join them if it took too long. He said that the younger generations no longer did this. 'This is why we have drought now', he shrugged.
We did have a bit of a Lion King moment on that rock over there, I blame the mimosas.
In a similar fashion to one of the first images I made in the Support for Ukraine series, here we have a dandelion seed as the foundation for water droplets, refracting the image of the Ukrainian flag in the background. This time, sheets of sparkling paper were used. This makes for a lively effect, and the out-of-focus sparkles in the background make for a pleasing “bokeh”.
When things refract, they flip. In order to get the flag to appear in the proper orientation in the droplets, the actual flag has to be placed in the background upside down. An upside-down flag can also be symbolic, as a sign of distress and a request for immediate help. Ukraine has been making such a call for nearly a year now, and the world continues to help. There have been some big developments, some of which you probably haven’t heard of.
An important line has been crossed: other nations are considering or confirming their desire to send main battle tanks to Ukraine. Germany is an odd hold-out, and they have been strangely hesitant to send any aid to Ukraine since the conflict began. Yesterday (January 21, 2023), Germany and it’s allies met at the Ramstein Air Base to discuss the issues, and there was no conclusive answer. Germany can block the transfer of Leopard tanks from other nations, and vaguely said that they would not do this – but with nothing formally stated.
Even without the leopard tanks, the flood of military aid to Ukraine has been massive. More patriot air defense equipment, among many additional defensive armaments. Effectively every country that had previously supported Ukraine is turning up the dial further. And for this, Russia is getting desperate.
Putin has replaced the commander in Ukraine after only three months. Sergei Surovikin will be replaced with Army General Valery Gerasimov. Days after this announcement was made, a horrendous attack in Dnipro followed. On January 14th, a Russian aircraft launched a Kh-22 missile, allegedly aiming to destroy electrical infrastructure. It missed, and destroyed an apartment building. 46 innocent lives were lost, including six children. There’s a tribute to the victims here: kyivindependent.com/national/here-are-the-victims-of-russ...
The Kh-22 missile, though. This weapon was originally designed in 1962 and has a 1000kg warhead. It was intended to be fired at aircraft carriers, and as such, is wildly inaccurate for urban use. Someone in Russia’s command thought this was an acceptable action to take. Such actions continue to disregard human lives and add to the seemingly endless list of war crimes.
This week brought about some interesting positive news, however. It involves actions taken semi-secretly by Bulgaria. Die Welt conducted an investigative journal of the actions taken by Bulgaria since the beginning of the conflict, and Politico created a summarized English version: www.politico.eu/article/bulgaria-volodymyr-zelenskyy-kiri...
I’ll summarize it for you in point form:
- Bulgaria is one of the world’s largest manufacturers of 152mm Soviet-era artillery ammunition.
- At the start of the war, entire cargo planes were filled with munitions and delivered to third-party countries including Poland, for eventual transport to Ukraine.
- Bulgaria’s only oil refinery is just south of us on the Black Sea near Burgas. It receives oil from Russian tankers, and is owned my Russian company Lukoil.
- That facility has supplied Ukraine with 40% of its diesel fuel, transported by truck and train.
- Much of this was done in secrecy to maintain the coalition government where some parties were pro-Russian.
- With a current caretaker government in place before new elections, the government has now officially agreed to supply Ukraine with further weapons.
40% of Ukraine’s fuel, more than 32,000 barrels a day ( www.novinite.com/articles/218499/32%2C000+Barrels+of+Fuel... ) comes from a Russian-affiliated refinery in Bulgaria. To ensure this arrangement continues, laws have very recently been passed that could allow the Bulgarian government to take control of the facility for up to a year if needed ( ca.news.yahoo.com/bulgaria-clears-way-control-lukoil-1209... ).
Former Bulgarian Prime Minister Kiril Petkov was also the person who suggested in an emergency meeting on February 25, 2022, to cut Russia off the SWIFT banking system. That suggestion was adopted, and Russia is furious with Bulgaria for it ( www.novinite.com/articles/218512/Russia+on+Petkov%3A+The+... ).
Many nations are helping Ukraine defend itself and defeat Russia. Many of the ways which other nations help are not seen. Much of this can never become public, or is only fully realized years later. While I can say this is true for Bulgaria, I hope that there is a lot more going on behind the scenes across the globe to help Ukraine.
And to that end, this image is in the Public Domain. Do with it what you’d like! Слава Україні.
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.
as the curtain of day descends, the shore of portixol transforms into a scene where the last act of sunlight unfurls its warm departure. not just a sunset is captured here, but a tender dialogue between the dimming daystar and the awaiting dusk. the sun, in its orb of flame, lingers close to the edge of the world, hesitant to conclude the daylight saga. its beams stretch over the undulating sea, painting the waters with strokes of molten gold and copper. on the shingle, pebbles shimmer, kissed by the day's final glance. figures are sketched against the backdrop, their outlines a part of the shoreline's ephemeral art. one stoops, perhaps collecting pebbles or the day's last moments, while the other sits, a solitary observer of the calm performance. here, in this frame, is a harmonious interplay of motion and stillness, of radiance and silhouette, all gathered to tenderly dismiss the daylight on shores where every twilight seems like a whisper of adieu.
This is the second of the two Night Herons that recently arrived on the banks of the River Calder in West Yorkshire. The only difference I could spot between them was that this individual has a narrower white forehead. They both had those bizarre white plumes on their heads (looks like a white knitting needle here) but this wasn't visible in my earlier photograph of the other bird: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/52801898716/in/dateposted/
I was hesitant about uploading another Night Heron but seeing two adults together in West Yorkshire is so unusual that I wanted to record both birds for posterity. Incidentally the scientific name Nycticorax translates as night raven. Night, because they are most active at night, and Raven because of their croaking raven-like call. In America they call this species Black-crowned Night Heron to differentiate it from Yellow-crowned Night Heron: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/8602782592/in/photolist
This Beautiful Bull Caribou image was taken on the tundra in mid August.
I was using my Canon 400mm F2.8 lens, mounted on a heavy Gitzo TeleStudex Tripod.
Together they weigh about 30 pounds.
Pretty awkward to carry around.
Especially, going up a mountain and wearing a 30 pound camera/backpack to boot.
Not something that you want to lug around very far.
But, when I took this shot, I was probably in the best shape of my life.
Not so much now days.
This was scanned from a slide, shot on Velvia.
I did finally get out to check on the fox.
The little female showed up after about an hour.
She was a little hesitant at first about me getting close.
It had been about 3 months since my last visit.
But, once she realized it was me, she let me work in close.
She has an injury on the right side of her mouth and face.
I think it is healing okay.
I did get pictures of her yesterday, but, that injury is distracting.
So, I decided not to post them till I can get something better.
Over the years she has had other injuries.
But, it was usually one of her legs and they healed quickly. Although, she did have an injury to one of her hind legs, several years ago that took 6 weeks to get healed.
I was going to go out this morning, but, we got more snow during the night.
I just got the driveway blowed out yesterday and now we have twice as much to clear.
So, that is what I will be doing this morning.
A couple weeks ago, one of my photo compadres (Tom again) asked if I had any interest in shooting Death Valley. Tom was the second photographer in a week to suggest Death valley after Matt Straite had suggested a trip to the valley a few days before.
I couldn't make it on Matt's weekend, but I had Tom's weekend free. I almost said no as my mental images of Death Valley were pretty much of a barren wasteland where you pretty much sat around all day waiting for the sun to go down so that you could do some serious astrophotography later. But I hesitantly said yes and then began scouting for shots. After looking at some amazing photos online, I was really looking forward to the trip, especially since rain was forecast for that afternoon, and since Death Valley gets something like 2 inches of rain a year, I figured we should strike while the iron was hot.
So Tom and I headed out right after my last class at 12:30 and it didn't take long for my enthusiasm for the rain to disappear along with all hope of getting out there in time for any kind of a sunset. It was pouring rain and there was a huge accident where the 15 meets the 215 and Tom's google app told us that if we got off on Glen Helen Pkwy we would save an hour. So we got off....and Glen Helen was closed due to construction. So....an hour later we were back on track but not feeling too badly because it was pouring down rain when we arrived. We grabbed some dinner and then waited for Ryan Engstrom to arrive. Ryan, just by coincidence, was also shooting Death Valley that week and he kindly agreed to meet up with us and to give us some pointers as he had been there before and had come back with some spectacular shots. Light rain was still falling but we sat around outside our cars in folding chairs talking shop far into the night.
The next morning we were up at 5:30 following Ryan across the Mesquite Dunes. It had rained right up until 4 AM and the clouds were still thick overhead, but they were beginning to break up on the horizon. We hiked quickly across the dunes for about a half an hour and then split up as we were trying to stay out of each other's shots. The wind picked up and suddenly we were dealing with dust AND raindrops on our lenses as the light continued to grow in the East. The cloud ceiling was still pretty thick, but there were breaks in the clouds where the sun was starting to sneak through. I grabbed the shot above, and then raced back to the peak of a large dune directly behind me. I was still adjusting the settings when the sun suddenly BURST through the clouds for about 30 seconds. I cranked the aperture to F16 and shot like a maniac before the sun disappeared. I'm still working on those shots and I hope to have them up soon.
On my way back to the car, I wanted to get to the top of what I considered to be the largest dune in the area. I started at the very bottom and figured I would be at the top in a couple of minutes. 20 minutes later, four teenagers watched as I collapsed at the top, gasping for air in what I was sure were going to be my last moments on earth. To make matters worse, some of their friends were still on their way up, kicking up the sand as they came, and the wind picked up, and now I had a 1/2 inch of sand across the top of my head.
30 minutes later we were back at the cars and then it was off to Stovepipe Wells for a big breakfast. Later that day we met up with Ernie Suto and Paul McConnville who were in the valley shooting from the LA area. We also found ourselves behind an Aperture Academy bus while we were shooting. Death Valley, especially during the Winter, is a popular place for photographers, and it was easy to see why. Not much to do in the middle of the day as the light was crummy, but the sunrises and sunsets can be pure magic.
Nach nächtlichen Regenfällen wurde es am Morgen des 23.04.2003 nur zögerlich hell rund um Mérida. Renfe 354 008 "Virgen de Montserrat" (Krauss Maffei) verlässt mit Talgo 42 "Extremadura" Badajoz - Mérida - Madrid - Barcelona den Abzweigbahnhof Aljucén. Gut 20 Minuten zuvor ist sie von Badaoz kommend, vor dem Richtungswechsel in Mérida, schon einmal durch den Bahnhof gefahren. Das Streckengleis nach Badajoz ist über den letzten Wagen zu erkennen.
After night rain the light came through hesitant in the morning at April 23, 2003. Renfe 354 008 "Virgen de Montserrat" (Krauss Maffei) is leaving Aljucén junction with Talgo 42 "Extremadura" Badajoz - Mérida - Madrid - Barcelona. Just twenty minutes before the train passed the station of Aljucén the first time coming from Badajoz and running round in Mérida. The line to Badajoz is visible over the last wagon.
Scan vom Dia / scan from slide
Looks like I will hesitantly take a pass at the Canadian Subarctic this year. Although I'm not fearful of the virus, I am concerned about the problems it has caused with travel. Obtaining a reliable Covid test to return home could be a problem. I'm still actively practicing medicine and it wouldn't be fair to my patients if I were to miss days that they have set aside for appointments and procedures. I have missed seeing the bond between mother and cub. The beautiful moments in the frigid cold are warmed by their tenderness.
A bit hesitant to try this out, but did it anyway.
I had the Twins suspended on threads and used Photoshop to remove it from the image. I had to wait for the swinging and the spinning to stop before I can take the picture. It was tricky because I also had to wait for them to slowly face the camera at the same time.
I think I took 40 shots before I was able to get one that I am happy with!
If you are interested with what I experience setting the scene up, you can read this post in my Blog.
I am used to waking up to dense low fog in the Bay Area but I did not expect to find fog out in the southwest. For a second morning during our winter trip to the southwest low fog graced the desert landscape after a combination of colder nights and showers combined for prime foggy conditions.
During this last morning before heading home Alan and I were a bit hesitant to get up for a sunrise shoot as visibility was extremely poor. Despite the odds against us we figured we’d give it a shot in hopes of a break in the fog to reveal a potential sky burn. Once we arrived at our scouted sunrise spot we could not see the canyon at all. We waited and waited until suddenly bits of the canyon began coming into view. All of a sudden a gap opened up in the fog and revealed most of the canyon. In that several minute window the sky also burned revealing a rare combination of low fog and high cloud burn. Just after a few frame captures the fog rolled back in and the scene was back to thick pea soup.
Sony A7r
EF 24-70mm f/2.8L II
159 second exposure! The wind and waves were FIERCE this morning! Soo many good photos. I was a little hesitant to get in closer, but next time that's what I will do to make sure I get a better composition.
I wore my new hiking shoes and they were awesome! They kept the snapping waves at bay. Only once did the water swirl around the top of my shoe getting my foot wet. To my surprise the shoe dried up quickly and my feet didn't even feel wet.
So many awesome pictures! I cannot wait to work on them all but I think most will have to wait.
I am going to be getting Topaz DeNoise & Clarity, but want to make sure I still have enough for my art show panels before I order them.
Canyonlands National Park is a breathtaking location and after visiting, I can definitely see why so many people flock to the famous Mesa Arch.
Admittedly, I was hesitant to visit because I knew it was going to be a crowded shooting experience. But after scouting the location thoroughly the afternoon before, I realized how perfectly the arch would frame the unique and vast landscape beyond. While scouting, I also relied on the PhotoPills app on my iPhone to perfectly predict the exact location of the sunrise. I felt that the key to this shot was to frame the scene with incorporating a strong star burst on the rising sun.
If you want to learn my entire landscape photography and post-processing workflow from start to finish, both in the field and in editing, I've created an in-depth video tutorial course: bit.ly/landscape-tutorial
Since I used to do a lot of diving, I will try and share some underwater photos every Saturday. SeaSaturdays for lack of a better term. This is from the last dive I did before my ear gave out and I decided to walk away from diving. I long to return but am hesitant to get surgery on my ear.
There are two types of fox that can be found in Argentina, the Cullen (red Fox and the Chilla (Gray Fox). Our guide for the day was sure that this one was a Chilla. One difference between the two species is size, with the Chilla being significantly smaller than the Culpeo and having since checked the habitation map for the Chilla it seems that a this is the only species that can be found on the Valdez Peninsular. I am a little hesitant with identification on this day because an hour earlier the guide had misidentified a Sandwich tern as a Least Tern.
It was seen at a road side, so that was a grab shot taken moments before it trotted off out of sight.
After being pounded and soaked by large waves at Fort Point a day ago I was hesitant to accept Darvin's offer to go out for a sunset shoot along the coast when he called yesterday. I was currently storing my camera in a tupperware full of rice to help dry it out from the previous day's misadventures.
Then he said, "the conditions look perfect, the clouds are rolling in" and that plus the fact that I saw that low tide was going to be in conjunction with this event gave me great courage.
So I wrapped up my camera with a gallon sized ziplock bag and sealed it with duck tape, and headed out the door!
I have visited Muir beach many times in the past, but completely forgot about the rocky area on the south end of the cove. It presented many photo opportunities, like this one. I will be uploading more images soon.
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This is my sweet old dog Daisy, she turned 14 in February. She ventured outside with me this morning right after sunrise to explore the yard. My husband surprised me over the weekend with a new lens. I couldn't bring myself to unbox it all weekend because I am hesitant to keep it. It is the mother of all lenses, the lens that makes my hands tremble, the lens that I have lusted after but don't feel that I am worthy of. The Canon 70-200 mm 2.8, the OMG what is that on the end of your camera sort of lens. Though I missed the focus on her eye, I can't believe the detail on her fur at 2.8 lens and check out all the fabulous bokeh lens. The now I feel lots of pressure that I need to make money sort of lens, that this hobby is getting out of control sort of lens.
Happy Monday - fun and busy week ahead!
In KM21, the Kunstmuseum keeps in touch with the 21st century. Regular visitors are introduced to artists already making a name for themselves in avant-garde circles.
Take Pamela Phatsimo Sunstrum (1980, Botswana). She is part of the African art world but grew up in an expat climate. She studied art in the US, culminating in a top study at the Rijksacademie in Amsterdam.
The title of the exhibition in KM21 is telling. ‘The Gods and the Underdogs’ succinctly summarizes her vision of the colonial period. We see women in Sunday best on wooden waiting benches, schoolgirls in uniform, and ghostly apparitions of ancestors. Even extinct steppe animals are hesitantly explored.
Her drawing style is cool and precise, but the subjects are sultry and explosive. She currently works alternately in Cape Town and The Hague. On display until 20 October.
About.a month ago, I was sitting at home trying to figure out where I wanted to go over my Spring Break (which actually comes during the Winter for some reason at my college.) I thought about heading to Canada, but after a quick check at the beginning of January, it looked like you couldn't get in unless it was work related or some type of emergency. But after checking with my friend Todd Miller (who had just returned with some amazing shots) it seemed like they were open again...as long as you were vaccinated, blah, blah, blah. After a quick check, I found a very reasonable air fare, a too-good-too-be-true rental rate for a 4x4 jeep and an Airbnb right at the doorstep of Canmore. To top it off, I had just recovered from Omicron, so I got to skip all of the tests at the airport and just brought proof of my diagnosis and recovery!
About two weeks later, I was waking up at 4 AM and driving up the Icefields Parkway with temps in the -15C range headed for Abraham Lake. I was hoping to shoot some ice bubbles, but as I hit the lake in the predawn light, I could only find a few and the early bird photographers were already starting to set up camp around them. I set off on my own...hesitantly...across the lake. This was my first time walking on a frozen lake and it takes quite a bit of faith to step out there...wondering exactly how thick that ice actually is...especially when large sections look like they are completely melted. And the wind! Yikes.
I finally found more than a few ice bubbles but none were as nice as those I had seen previously in other photos. It seems that there had been a huge warm spell and when the ice melts and re-freezes, the ice can become cloudy and more opaque. I settled instead for trying to find some leading lines from ice cracks into the mountains. Thankfully, the light went OFF while I was there and I only realized how cold and wet I was after I started packing up. With a frozen butt and sore muscles, I limped back for the long drive back to Canmore. This was my first time to the Canadian Rockies in the Winter and it definitely won't be my last.
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Captured by Coolpix P510, about 1.5 year ago.
I always liked it, but was hesitant to upload it. Finally, I found an encouragement in looking at one of my contacts selfie.
I didn't touch the colours.
I’m usually very hesitant to get my tripod low at the beach as I’m afraid of the salt water splashing and damaging my camera/lens.
I sucked it up on this day and decided to snap a couple frames before repositioning my tripod.
I feel the sense of the waves washing up on the beach, combined with the warm light from the setting sun and low perspective serve the image well.
Just before I left for my trip to Shenandoah National Park the weather forecast was three days of near perfect weather. However when I got there it was three days of clouds, drizzle and heavy thunderstorms. On my second day I went to do a short day hike to the Dark Falls waterfall pictured above under very heavy clouds which meant far from ideal lighting. Also since it was a waterfall I wanted to do some longer exposure shots so I had my tripod slung across my back which I normally don't carry for hiking preferring to save that for just drive by shooting. When I got to the falls the only place if I wanted do a frontal shot the only place to do it was along a edge of slippery irregular rocks with a very strong current along the edge of a ten to twelve foot drop with big large boulders at the bottom. Even if I was forty years younger I would have been hesitant to risk broken bones or worse for the sake of photographic art so I kept what shots I took along the trail edge on one side.
We decided to take the plunge and get electric bikes. They’re the Giant Explore model and we love them! They’re class 3, meaning they assist up to 28 mph and only when we pedal. I was pretty hesitant to get them at first but am very glad we did. The chronic illness I have means I get sick if I exert myself too much, which I’ve been doing on our bike rides this year. Having an electric bike will allow me to enjoy biking while still getting exercise (and not worrying about how I’ll feel for a week after the ride).
As for Mike, he uses his bike for work pretty often and this will make his commute much nicer!
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The image was taken at a small village in East Kutch – a remote region of India. This area is very dry, the soil here is arid and the inhabitants have to be resilient. The girl truly seemed like a ‘diamond’ in the rough in such surroundings. When I asked if I could photograph her, she became very shy, but the local children and mothers encouraged her and so she got in front of the camera. Between her shy laughter and hesitant looks the wind played with her hair and she gave me that intense glance, mature beyond her years. I pressed the shutter.
One ancient Eskimo legend is that the aurora is a torch lit pathway for those ascending to heaven.
The was taken in Kitdalen, Norway, south of Tromsø. The aurora was extremely active that night. I was somewhat hesitant to post this as it does not look real, but it is. The overall contrast has been decreased by darkening the highlights and lightening the shadows, as the bright areas were very intense. Hope you enjoy!
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I really love to be in Rome. It is a city that reminds of the great as well as bad things that human being have achieved over past many thousands of years. At the same time the Colosseum has to be my favorite building to do night photography.
Last summer there was serious water crisis in Rome. They had to close down several fountains including the famous one at the St Peter's Square. The water pressure of Trevi Fountain was also reduced. You can see those yelled grass there. Those used to be green. But lack of rain started making them yellow and probably die eventually!
I have taken this shot so many times before. But this time I was there for my colleague who was very interested in this location. So I also took the opportunity to have one with the 5DSR; which has way superior image quality than my previous 5D3. This image has so much detail. I can clearly read even those smaller words.
Ok, don't ask me about that moon. That is a bit of fantasy that goes with that shot. :)
Another great story about this image was my discovery to TSE architecture photography. In my 2010 trip to Rome; I was very disappointed with my architecture images. All the buildings were looking like they were about to fall down. So I started reading a bit as I didn't know about the TSE lenses till then. After a bit of research I figured out the concept of TSE and understood that either I have take a much wider image and lens correct the falling building or I need to get one of those very expensive TSEs.
Initially I was a bit hesitant due to the price tag. Again after some reading; I finally went for them. It ended up being the best decision I made about a photographic equipment choice. After that there was no turning back. Now a days I almost entirely capture my architecture images with those TSEs.
Please have a look at my website www.avisekhphotography.com for all my recent works.
Have a nice weekend whatever is still remaining.
Hope you will enjoy the picture.
Any suggestions or criticisms are always welcome.
This is Lord Howlingsworth; he showed up in my life just over a month ago now and has been visiting three to four times a day ever since I figured out he was a runaway and started feeding him.
I'd been playing phone tag his with his caretakers (his human is gone away for a few months... if I'm understanding correctly) but they haven't really made an effort to come get him.
He's super skittish and hesitant around people. Honestly, his behaviour makes me wonder if some not so nice things have happened in his life.
Whatever his backstory, my heart breaks that he's had over a month outside (I haven't been able to catch him to bring him in or try to get his caretakers to come get him), so I do what I can and make sure he's at least well fed...
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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I waited, hesitant to go out into the cold again. It was one of those days that have no mercy on your toes, that are oblivious to the suffering of your ears, that are mean and determined to take a chunk of your nose. It was a day to remind you that you can shiver all you want, sniff all you want, the universe is still oblivious. And if you ask why the inhumane temperature, the universe will answer you with tight lips and a cold tone and tell you to go back where you came from if you do not like it here.
-- Rawi Hage
On the gorgeous black beach at Stokksnes, Iceland. Of all the places I saw during my three week trip to this beautiful island, looking back, I feel this may have been the most beautiful. I'm not speaking of these rocks--or at least, not mostly--but of the entire area: the stunning mountains that jut from these black sands (seen here: www.flickr.com/photos/80014607@N05/47014368701/in/album-7... ), the odd, grass covered dunes, and of course, the sea itself. I tarried here only a short time--perhaps only two hours--before rushing on to see other wondrous sights. I had spent too many of my 21 days already exploring the southern coast, and still had the bulk of the Ring Road to travel. If I am ever able to walk these black sands again, I will spend some serious time here.
I was hesitant about uploading this photo to my stream. I had finished processing weeks before but wasn't really sure if it measured up. When I finally did get around to adding it, I was surprised that so many, relatively speaking, seemed to like it. In a month, it has become my third most favorited landscape and will certainly soon take over the number two spot (Number 1 is held by this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/80014607@N05/45234361342/ ) sooner or later.
I thought about processing this in pure B&W, and though it looked fine that way, I felt it was best as it was shot, as a monochrome suffused with a blue tint--curtesy of a completely overcast sky.
Addendum--This photo did indeed become the second most favorited landscape in my stream, but in the five years since uploading this photo, it has been eclipsed by many others--most especially by another shot taken at this site (of the mountains which is far and away the most faved shot of any photo not involving a woman): www.flickr.com/photos/80014607@N05/49902895888/stats/ .
Big Lake, Arizona is south of Greer and east of Show Low. A beautiful spot!
EDIT: I need to add a little context to this photo. It doesn't look real. But, it is. I normally don't like photos like this because they look far too processed... and I think a lot of them are. I can tell you definitively that this one is not. This really is what the scene looked like on Tuesday night when I took it. I was hesitant to share it here. You already knew that, though, since I felt like I had to add this note. Anyway, it's real. I hope you enjoy it.
Luna took a deep breath and steeled herself for the challenge ahead. She had never taught anyone to fly before, let alone a group of elderly pilots. But she was determined to help them and prove herself worthy of staying in Moon city.
She watched as the grannies weaved and dodged through the sky, bouncing off each other like pinballs. It was chaos, but they were all having the time of their lives.
"Alright, ladies," Luna said over the intercom, "Let's start with some basic manoeuvres. Follow me."
Luna borrowed Cybelle’s craft and led the group through a series of simple loops and rolls. At first, the grannies were hesitant, but as they gained confidence, they started to fly with more control and precision.
But then, disaster struck. Grinelda misjudged her trajectory and collided with a passing asteroid. Her spacecraft spun out of control, hurtling towards the surface of the moon.
Luna sprang into action, using a grappling hook to latch onto the stricken vehicle. She led the spacecraft to safety, avoiding obstacles and debris along the way.
"Thank you, dearie," she said, hugging Luna tightly. "You saved my life.
Now, I do believe it’s time for tea!"
Zwischen schattigen Gassen und den stillen Zeugen vergangener Jahrhunderte: Diese Aufnahme entstand in der Altstadt von Steyr, wo verwitterte Mauern und gepflasterte Wege Geschichten ohne Worte erzählen. Das Licht tastet sich vorsichtig voran, als hätte es Respekt vor der Zeit.
„Old Walls“ ist eine stille Hommage an die Patina des Vergangenen – und an jene Momente, in denen wir innehalten, um zu sehen, was sonst übersehen wird.
Englisch:
Between shadowed alleys and the silent witnesses of centuries past: This image was taken in the old town of Steyr, where weathered facades and cobbled paths tell stories without words. Light enters hesitantly, as if paying respect to time itself.
“Old Walls” is a quiet tribute to the patina of the past – and to those moments when we pause to notice what usually remains unseen.
Dear Diary:
It has been a while since I had the chance, or the inclination, to write. Centuries, in fact, as it has turned out.
In the aftermath of Miss Frost’s murder I was hesitant to commit anything to writing, for fear of implicating myself and the other ladies of the town who sought retribution against her killers. That episode ended in the most Pyrrhic victory, since, I suppose,
Pyrrhus’s:
The Governor, Miss Frost’s treacherous brother, and their henchmen surely died in the explosion which destroyed the Dysart hotel, rather spectacularly.
In the immediate aftermath of the secondary explosion, from the gas mains, I was later told, something else happened, something quite disorienting: a swirl of some strange energy and a shock the likes of which I had never experienced. I lost consciousness for a brief moment.
When I awoke, I – and my companions – were no longer on New Victoria Street. Rather, we were on some sort of platform, surrounded by immense structures of metal and glass. People- both men and women – in a sort of white uniform ran toward us, but before I could recoil in fear they announced themselves as first aid workers of a sort. When even Miss Dagger relaxed back onto the ground, I had to conclude that whatever had happened, we were in safe hands for the moment.
One of the people, a young man with a most handsome complexion and extraordinarily white, even teeth helped me to my feet – well, between the two of us, Diary, essentially carried me into one of the buildings. The others seemed steadier on their feet – but they had the steel to commit murder (however necessary), while I simply stood by and fretted. Clearly I was made of less stern stuff.
Inside, each of us was escorted off for a medical inspection of sorts. There was much reading off of sheets of glass and waving of strange objects. Amusingly, it felt like some sort of barbarian tribal ritual, but clearly their machinery was advanced beyond the imagination of even Mr. Verne- but that thought led me to a short story I had read by a Mr. Wells, (who was later revealed to be a woman, writing under her brother’s name, but I digress) of travel in time, and some understanding of what had happened to me began to form. Ironically, that would make us the primitives here!
A very stern woman in the same white uniform proceeded to lecture me, reading off another one of those panes of glass, about my utterly unacceptable physical condition. Apparently I was so weak she couldn’t understand how I was able to move under my own power (I do suspect a bit of hyperbole there for effect), and that my lungs looked like the inside of a coal mine. That I was ready to believe, but that was only the beginning of a long and vituperative lecture on the dangers of tobacco, which did quite impress me with its graphic horror.
The woman – a doctor, it turned out! – did explain that we had passed through a “rift,” and were in the future, but not necessarily the future attached to our past, as it were. I did not parse the details very well, still being stuck on “esophageal cancer” and “emphysema.”
She explained that we would receive instruction directly into our minds (no panes of glass!) that would cover the history and culture of our new world, and that we would be assigned someone local to help us in our adjustment.
She did something to a string of tubes, and I promptly fell asleep. My dreams were of all sorts of things: the history, politics, and manners of my new world. The rights and freedoms given to women were quite extraordinary, as was the culture’s lack of taboos around matters of the body.
Thankfully, the Church of the Elder Gods was to be found here as well, but as one of many equal faiths. And women could be found in all ranks of its administration!
While my dreams disgracefully lacked a thorough exploration of the time’s fashions, much could be inferred – and even in my dreams, I could hardly wait to go explore the world’s shops and magazines (more panes of glass, as I correctly supposed).
Upon awakening, the most extraordinarily beautiful woman I had ever seen was to be found at the foot of my bed, reading off, yes, of course, a pane of glass. She set it down and came over to take my hand. She had masses of pale lavender hair, perfect light mocha skin, and glowing violet eyes that seemed to be some distant descendant of the mechanical eyes some Army veterans wore to replace those lost in combat.
“Welcome to the future. I’m Cydonia Wren, and I think we are going to be great friends!”
(for Hannah's live before NeoExtropia, see her album: www.flickr.com/photos/163927619@N03/albums/72177720319474... )
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All the doodles on this were done by Chris, he's good at making stuff on the spot hehe
Sorry I haven't been uploading, I've been so hesitant about everything. I just want to experiment and not feel stressed out.
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The clematis by the side of our living room window got off to a hesitant start this year, but now it has put a spurt on and has reached the climbing roses above.
It was about 5 am when I woke up in camp at Stove Pipe & with no clouds insight I was kinda hesitant to venture out into the dark and look forward to anything to shoot, but then I tend to forget that Death Valley is a special place that doesn't need Fancy clouds all the Time, The Light alone in this Amazing Desert creates the most Beautiful scenes :). Enjoyed the details in this photo using the GFX 100s and how I was able to see all into Daylight pass in the Background.
This picture is #39 in the 100 Strangers Project - Round 3
Meet Daniella.
I met Daniella a few weeks ago when I was strolling around my favorite area near Bethesda. She was actually just entering an apparel store with her friends when I first saw her. Although I initially waited for a bit, wasn’t sure how long she would take as the light was fading and hence, I went in and finding a quiet moment I made my request. Although she was a little hesitant, I guess because she didn’t have makeup as she confided, she agreed sportingly to be my subject.
As we stepped out onto the street, we chatted a bit. Daniella is nurse in a renowned hospital in the area and works primarily in the emergency ward. Her favorite quality about herself is her kindness which I guess goes well with her chosen profession.
Her fondest memory is related to what she loves most – travelling – as she looked back at a recent trip to Cuba. I lost some of my notes from the day so am hazy on few more details. But what struck we was her poise and confidence – for someone who claimed not to be comfortable on cameras she was an absolute pleasure to photograph. Also, as in many of my subjects, I think her eyes and the “steely” almost determined look about them was something that I think really stood out.
Thank you, Daniella, for taking the time and trusting me with the pictures. It was an absolute pleasure making your acquaintance and we are thankful for all the work you do as a nurse. Wishing you all the best for the future.
Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
For my other pictures on this project: 100 Strangers - Round 2.
For pictures from my prior attempt at 100 Strangers: 100 Strangers - Round 1.
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The bestie & I went to CA Adventure for a few hours, breaking out of our (my) Disneyland-ness. I was hesitant because I prefer DL to DCA but t'was fun! We waited for 20 minutes to see if it'd get any darker but it didn't & we were freezing so I'll make another trip to DCA at night, just for the Ferris Wheel picture. It looks so nice when lit up!
This is my entry for The Remarkable Oblivion Photo Contest... was hesitant to even consider entering when I saw all the talent here already, but here it is!
That's me, Skye Mcleod Fairywren (the neko skeleton) wearing Remarkable Oblivion's Rakshasa Magician Hat - RARE (with a tiny smoking shoulder pet skeleton on the rim) dancing with my AFK Dancing Skeleton partner in front of the haunted castle at SilverMyst - Calas Galadhon's 'Veil of Darkness'. Had a bit of a crowd watching us there for awhile...a bit unnerving..or maybe THEY were the ones unnerved..lol One just never knows....
Oh yeah, the Windlight Setting I used here is "Fine Day"...one of my favorites...
No hordes of desperate sun worshipers here on the 48th Parallel. The shore is rough, the water icy cold and the sun itself a hesitant visitor.
Deep Creek beach near Pysht
An ominous, hesitant tranquillity spread through the air in this tired lonely place. It was indeed an unnatural silence.
It was a misty morning, but the sun was trying its hardest to squeeze through the mist. Ideal weather for a magical bike ride through the dunes.
Halfway through I got off to climb the highest dune. The silence at the top was almost unreal. The horizon had disappeared in a white haze, the city where I lived was invisible. The world stopped in all directions.
As I was walking around I came across a young woman writing on a bench. She must have been doing that for a while, a thermos was standing next to her. I didn't think twice and took an unsolicited photo. She looked up disturbed.
I understood that very well, so I sat down next to her at the right distance and started to tell her about what I liked about writing, about the silence in the fog, about skipping school as a high school student to sit at a station and write . And that I still wrote, that certain experiences last a lifetime, like the time I nearly drowned as a child. What did she write about?
She dodged a direct answer. "About everything," she said. "No, not a big project. It's nice to sit here and notice what comes up. Yes, I come here often, but it's not a regular routine."
Why was it only momentarily surprising that she had a finance job? I saw her sitting behind a desk, a thermos next to her. Did she also have an early experience that lasted a lifetime? She thought. Then she said hesitantly that she was already a student, when one day she felt that everything - finally - was right.
Yes, I was allowed to take a portrait photo for this Flickr group. In full light. She still didn't say a word too much, but gave her first name without hesitation: "My name is Marjolein."
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This picture is #46 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page