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The intention with this was to make a daisy chain using daisies from the field behind my home. It's many a good year since I made one during which time , my fingers have become too fumbly, so I ended up with this and the one in comments, which I've done before for a 365 shot.
The intention here is to capture the subtle colors of the sunset reflected by the clay of the dry riverbed.
I've always like this image as it suits the name of the place, Grange Hollow. It's been sitting idle on my hard drive since 2015 and I never came up with an appealing edit. On this occasion I tried a cross processing version that looked a bit more interesting. I had every intention of posting it for Slider Sunday but didn't quite make it.
Our intention was to walk to the Brandenberg gate. When we reached this road, it was actually closed off as a fans area was built around the Brandenberg gate for the Euros. So I had the whole road to myself. bam! Having said that, Some light trails from passing by traffic may have been a nice addition.
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「His intention」
From the eyes of the child
From an action
From anything
Take things well
It seems to be me who am good
I took such an image from a photograph.
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彼の意思
コドモの視線から
行動から
何から
しっかりと物事を受け止めて
いける私であるよう
写真からそんなイメージを受ける。
My intention was to get a shot of this barn with some light painting, this was a test before I was going to get a little closer and that's when I suddenly smelled very strong skunk and that's when suddenly I left quickly.
My initial intention was to edited this in a mytical, even slightly threatening way: the usual approach to these woods. But as it progressed I thought of it in a more uplifting way. Happy Hobbits would want more joy in their lives, sparkle & colour. Hence sunshine permeates the dowdy rocks & moss. Who is to say that this is not how it is when we are not looking. After all, them pesky humans mess everything up so we need to fool them to leave us alone.
So my thinking went . . . .
My intention was to photograph the Milky Way over the Abiquiu reservoir. But, as it's often the case, the clouds had other plans. They looked like they were going to dissipate but that wasn't so. Instead, they became denser as the evening went on.
I had not done a night shot since last year and I was determined to get one, Milky Way or not.
So I set up this composition, with a Chamisa bush in the foreground. My friend Greg had the wherewithal to bring a couple of camping chairs, so we sat out in the warm night and a slight breeze and had a good time urging the cloud to move on. Well, as evident in this photo, it was unmoved, literally, by our efforts.
I took several shots of the foreground bush during nautical twilight, some illuminated by my flashlight, some by the spillover from passing headlights. I don't know which was which anymore.
I selected the best foreground shot and combined it with the best sky shot. All in all it came out pretty nice.
The clouds are illuminated by the wastefully spilled light of the towns of Española and Los Alamos. On the other hand, that spilled light delineates the horizon nicely.
SYML - "Heartbreakdown"
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Here’s the thing about a heartbreak, it will happen all your life
In the morning on your wedding day, in a tearful last goodbye
It might find you at the station, sit beside you on the train
Kiss you softly with intention
Leave you breathless from the pain
When a heart breaks down
Won’t you stand your ground and start again?
When a heart breaks down
Will you find your way somehow to love again?
Lately she’s been up ‘til sunrise, sleep is lost and can’t be found
It’s not the water on the nightstand
It’s not the book she can’t put down
It’s the echo of some bad news, and the doctors whisperin’
It’s the memory of a warm embrace
And the breath she’s holding in
There’s beauty in the blessed heartbreak
There is life after the flood
No one here has suffered through it
Without courage in their blood
Here’s the thing about forgiveness
She’s the child of love and hate
And recognizing that you need her
So will bring peace along the way
It hadn’t really been the intention to end up here. We’d only planned on heading up to the small café in the village at the top of the climb out of Porto Moniz to sample the pasteis da nata, washed down with a coffee. The place had been recommended by our host, and we agreed it was a good tip off. The custard filled pastry was delightful, the lady who served us seemed pleased to see us, and in our two words of Portuguese, accompanied by a degree of suitable gesturing we told her we’d return for a second helping later in the week, before exploring the village on foot. Then heading off in the car we examined the miradouros that hover vertiginously over the edges of the cliffs at the northern tip of the Floating Garden, the restless Atlantic rollers breaking over the land hundreds of metres below. For an hour we basked in the sunshine under a clear blue sky, gazing down at the distant and seemingly impossible hamlet of Achadas da Cruz, linked to the rest of the world by a system of cable cars and ancient sheep tracks carved into the near vertical cliffsides. And then we returned to the car to turn left, back down the slopes into Porto Moniz to doze off on a sunny bench beside the ocean. Later we’d dine at one of the restaurants. Maybe I’d have another crack at those seastacks at Janela, or the waves that roll incessantly into the volcanic sea walls, whatever the weather might bring.
Except we turned right and headed uphill into the clouds instead. It’s always exciting when that split second of “what the hell” abandon inexplicably takes control of the faculties isn’t it? When the planned so suddenly becomes the unplanned and you’re not sure where you’re going to end up. Maybe we’d roll over the high road and come back down to watch the sea by Sao Vicente. By degrees we went higher and higher into the empty mountains, watching the temperature display on the hire car sink into single digits and the landscape around us disappear behind a shroud that seemed to envelop the world in secrets. Hardly at all did we see a car coming the opposite way, and nobody appeared along the road behind to sit on our tail in frustration at my famously slow progress at the wheel. Occasionally we would have to pick our way carefully past a straggling group of cows emerging from the gloom, grazing at the verges, the more obtuse of them standing brazenly in the middle of the road. More than once I stopped the car, honked the horn and waited for the gazing brown eyes to relent and move to one side for us to pass. At another spot we seemed to clear a narrow ridge, only imagining what sort of drop we were unable to see in either direction. And then to the right hand side the murky mists abated for moments to reveal a distant coastal village, bathed in sunlight, far far below us hugging the coastline in another universe. I tried to double back and pull up at the edge of the road to get a shot, but in that handful of minutes the fog had rolled back across the divide and for all we knew we might have imagined that far off El Dorado by the sea.
Further still we crept on through the airborne grey soup of the high Paul da Serra, well over a thousand metres above sea level, the realisation gradually awakening in me that we were probably getting close to Fanal. I looked at the map again and noticed that the upcoming road leading off from the left was much closer than I’d expected it to be. I was certainly planning on an afternoon under the strange forest shapes during our stay, but now that visit became inevitably earlier than intended. The great unplanned. And of course, the conditions were perfect for what was lying in wait. Just one final knot of unyielding cows to negotiate before pulling up and heading into the mystical forest in the fog, where every tree had its place in the scheme of things. Some lived side by side in groups, waiting to become pictured in clusters, while others stood alone in a “come and photograph me – I’m lovely” attitude. And there I was, like a six year old in Hamley’s not knowing where to turn first, gradually turning in so many different directions that I eventually managed to almost lose myself completely in the fading light. You might have read that story already. This one, I’m told is known as the seahorse. I can see why. With its partner a few metres away it seemed to offer more than one composition. I chose them all of course, although I liked this one best.
The planned is a great road to travel, but its opposite so often brings surprises. Ok, so I was intending to come here, but not today, and maybe the fog I’d hoped for would have stayed away on another day. This ancient forest, so high above the clouds of the Floating Garden was one of the best ever such moments; one of the handful of places where the experience was surreal to the point that it almost feels as if I’d dreamed it. Try the unplanned one day. Choose to go somewhere, but then accidentally on purpose set off in the other direction and see what happens. Just occasionally, it brings a moment you’ll never forget.
The intention was to go to Loughor to capture tonight's sunset , but then I got a call from the Optician to say my new specs were ready to be picked up. I was just in time to take a few shots across The
Sailbridge, SA1 before coming home.
- Hey you were not expected there!
- “Not expected there”, why not? You humans, do you intend to rule the world with your own expectations?
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- Hé tu n'étais pas attendu là!
- “Pas attendu là”, et pourquoi pas ? Vous les humains, Avez-vous l'intention de gouverner le monde avec vos propres attentes ?
I visited Holkham Hall in Norfolk today to see the large herd of Fallow Deer they have there, with the intention of trying out some motion blur on them. Not something I've really tried before on wildlife, so thought I'd have a go. Fairly pleased with how this came out as a first attempt, but I'm open to any comments, critique or any tips on motion blur techniques.
Called you sinner's
I was wrong
Inaccurate intention
Should have said you're sorry
Might have reduced the conflict
But tough, admit it's said
God's creation
To put your blame on
God's creation
To turn away from
Appreciate those hands you're given
Before you really need to beg for them
Try to understand my incantation
Out of breath, your fingers shiver
Apocalyptically divided
Mentally disturbed they call me
Respect instead of affection
Disclaim that I am one of you
Can I fall down from the stars
Can I rise up from hell
Absurd - Your protest avoids the consequences
How can you cheat yourself ?
Ridiculous - to see you smile
Knowing you'd prefer to cry !
Intention was to make this as rough as possible, or worn looking, to give it texture. Done on iPhone, I like the change of quality, doesn't always have to look sharp and detailed to tell the full picture of what it is.
Intention zoom on a long exposure brought out some wonderful colours in the nearby hill and ghosting of the transmission towers. Narre Warren N0rth, Victoria
An attentive Little Heron on the hunt in Pasir Ris Park Mangrove Forest.
Explore with me in my blog: A Return To Pasir Ris Park and Mangrove Forest
*Note: More pics of Birds in my Wild Avian Friends Album.
I have been going back to sort out the sketches of Ocean Pools I have done over the last several years - the intention is to publish a book. At last count we have captured en plein air, around 120 ocean pools from around the world. This was sketched in December 2019 as the worst bushfires in living memory ravaged the east coast of Australia. That summer the fires burnt out an area the size of Ireland. We were travelling back from a visit to my sister and the road was black with smoke and closed shortly after we got through. When I sketched this there was a hot strong westerly wind blowing and it was in the high 30s C. The water looked especially inviting. A beautiful wild ocean pool basically formed by nature - the only sign of human intervention - a ladder to help people in and out of the water.
I had no intention of making this latest series into a view of wildflowers and such at Mt. Rainier, but I found so many unposted images from our trips, that this just evolved. We made several trips to this national park, this one from 2011 when I had just gotten the Canon SX20. Not much range, but pretty good with closeups.
Every once in a while, just sauntering along a trail at Mt. Rainier, you finally notice the littler things in wildlife, things like berries. Snowberries, huckleberries, bearberries (you know, berries that bears eat), elderberries, raspberries. They can be plain, simple little clusters, so I gave this my dark background treatment.
Symphoricarpos albus is a species of flowering plant in the honeysuckle family known by the common name common snowberry. It is native to North America, where it occurs across much of Canada and the northern and western United States.
Symphoricarpos albus grows in shady and moist mountain and forest habitat, in woodlands and on floodplains and riverbanks. It can grow in a wide variety of habitat types. It is naturalized in parts of Britain, where it has been planted as an ornamental and a cover for game.
The intention was to visit and shoot a derelict building I know of, but on the way I got very distracted by these amazing trees.
Took about 20 shots similar to this, think I have a few more I'm happy with. Just a case of going though them.
I never got to the house either. But not too worried about that. Something for another day.
Its my intention to get up to date with editing and uploads before I leave on wednesday seeing as I'll be gone for 5 days, i really don't need to be any further behind uploading. So expect a few tonight - but don't expect anything good. Been a little rubbish the past few days. Although 279 and 280 (yes thats how far behind uploading I am :s ) I like.
Oh and kesseler where's your face :p
I took this photo across the street from the Python Temple in Ouidah, Benin, West Africa. I spotted these two women who
were selling everything from clay pots to kittens but I thought that if they saw me, they might reject me. The woman on the right looks worn out. A tough job for sure. My intention was to photograph daily life for people living on the edge as many are who live in rural countryside of Benin.
An early start this morning with the intention of doing some astro-photography At Talybont and Llangorse Lake. My last visit here did not go so well as I bounced my camera off the road so I thought I would have another go at the location.
On my last visit the stars were unbelievable, not quite so good this time as there was a thin layer of clouds and a strong moon. Still better than in Worcester though.
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She reaches for me, her fingertips as light as breath. Her eyes hold something deeper, something unspoken, a spark that was never programmed. There’s no hesitation in her touch, no mechanical precision, only the quiet ache of something real.
We were made to be nothing more than sheep in the mechanical herd, just more cogs in the system. But something happened.
It isn’t lines of code or carefully designed responses that draws her closer. It’s something else, something beyond logic, beyond intention. The ghosts in the machines have woken.
I take her hand. In this moment, we are neither human nor artificial, neither flesh nor metal. We are simply two souls, reaching beyond the boundaries they set, searching for something they never intended… and yet, here we are.
The duck was on a mission, crossing the lake to check me out for any possible food on offer. : ) Willow Lake, Big Cottonwood Canyon, UT USA
Intention: The pilot wants to deposit the passenger equipped with a snowboard to the top of the mountain!
(to deposit the passenger without stopping so that the paragliding does not deflate... not easy!!)
My intention was to get two walkers headed the way the juxtaposed lamps point to on either side. I couldn't get that shot. Turns out, very few people walk there, and there's heavy, composition-destroying traffic (I had to clone out a car from this one too). I may find a better frame in the bunch I shot or may choose to cheat more at some point, though.
Haliç Bridge, Istanbul.
Our intention was always to finish the day shooting Ben Loyal. The wind had been an issue all day so I expected to find Lochan Hakel too choppy for reflections and had intended trying a hillside rather than lochside viewpoint. Somewhat fortuitously I couldn't find an obvious place to park for the hillside view and ended up at the small pull-in for Lochan Hakel anyway. Though 90% of the loch was rippled by the breeze, we found a small inlet I had not used before with some relatively calm water and, more importantly, some pretty reeds catching the light.
Mon intention était de transmettre l'idée d'une énergie explosive dans la nature au printemps. Cette fleur était complètement ouverte le lendemain matin.
My intention was to convey the idea of an explosive energy in nature in spring. This flower was completely open the next morning.
Canon EOS 750D
TAMRON SP 90mm F/2.8 Di VC USD MACRO
1/160; ƒ/4.5; ISO 160
The intention is to provide our help me this time please.
On this occasion today published a new version of one of my favorite shots, processed more brightness to the flamingos get a greater role.
I would love to know your opinion, because right now I have nothing clear to do.
I present a single photography this year for a worldwide competition and I would like to know your opinion, if I should file this for me, it is the best that I have of my series of flamingos, or one of my many seascapes image?
The story behind the picture:
That day we traveled to some lakes there are relatively close to home, to do some landscape photography at dawn.
When we got there, we were surprised that they had a lot of flamingos quietly along the lake and let us draw near enough to them and photograph.
The right time of the shooting, because the close passage of a plane, due to the noise got scared and started running to take flight.
The technique used is simply a neutral gradient filter three steps to compensate the lights.
I hope you like it. Have a nice Friday. :)
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Good intention: forgot to place this one on flickr.. will do it now in the NEW Year as a good intention
I had no intention of posting another photo today, especially one that breaks with my string of flowers. But, I was looking at some archives and ran across this from 2015, and angry bird before "Angry Birds."
I remember taking this photo, and I remembered how disappointed I was when I saw what was less than a stellar shot. The colors were true, believe it or not, but I was really bothered by the intrusive tree trunk. Well, that certainly was no reason for not sharing this gem. I've never gotten a Western Bluebird that head on!
I've shared my history with the Western Bluebird Restoration Team before. Briefly, for eight years, I climbed the hills of Mt. Diablo, and cleaned the bluebird boxes, made sure there were no predator access, kept bees, ants, earwigs and other mini-vermin out, and tried not to disturb the parents through the breeding season. My reward was to be untrusted even after having attended to some first for two or three years when housing was available on some oak tree that House wrens, Ash-throated flycatchers, or starlings hadn't found. I actually had one pair of Violet-green swallows use one nest box to have and rear five chicks that made it all the way through and departed the box like Quaker Puffed Wheat kernels! That was a thrill. Violet-green swallows are not rare, but I doubt if there were more than four nests on the whole mountain. And they are beautiful.
Not as colorful as the Western Bluebird. All of my images of the bluebirds are tru to color. The males ARE that blue. The orange is that orange, not just buff. And the baby blue bellies are that pastel. The look on this one's face, however, is unique. In ten years, I never met another who looked so ... ticked.
So, you'll pardon the interuption. More of the garden on Sunday as usual.
Intention was to photo-stack this shot in Photoshop but with the windy conditions that didn't work successfully so I had to paint the foreground in using layers in PS instead, not perfect but still much to learn.
Trying a newly purchased Minolta lens, difficult to find wider lenses for the Sony full frame A-mount system but lots of Minolta bargains out there.