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I love when the sun creates this kind of natural spotlights, where little and insignificant plants have their 5 minutes of glory.
I couldn't resist testing the close-up capabilities of the Ideal 250/3 with this fantastic spotlight. Using Velvia 50 for it was a must.
More about Velvia 50, my favorite color slide film, in my blog.
Me encanta cuando el sol crea esta especie de focos naturales, con los que plantas pequeñas e insignificantes pueden gozar de sus 5 minutos de fama.
No pude resistir probar los primeros planos con la Ideal 250/3 con este fantástico foco. Utilizar Velvia 50 para la toma era obligatorio.
Más sobre Velvia 50, mi película de diapositivas en color favorita, en mi blog.
(Ideal 250/3, Fujichrome Velvia 50, ISO 50/18°)
Woke up ridiculously early on Sunday and went for a walk. Oh, and the title is inspired by the wonderfully amazing and yet totally insignificant book 'The Hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy - Douglas Adams'.
American World War II matchbooks, advertising war bonds on one side, with propaganda on the other. Down with the bad guys! Fuck yeah!
I think that it is human nature to feel a certain irreplaceable sentiment towards what we grew up with. After all, childhood is typically a time filled with fantasy and innocence, and once it's gone, there is no other period in our lives quite like it. But that being said, often this attachment creates a strong bias and we find ourselves looking at the new and unfamiliar changes that are bound to occur with disdain and contempt. This is no exception when it comes to the world of dollies. For a time, I definitely felt this way about the Barbies that appeared after my time as a child. Since I always grew up with secondhand dolls, it was easy to feel a connection towards the dollies of generations past. But after a five year hiatus from my plastic friends, I did not feel such warmth towards this new era that was foreign and mysterious to me. It was 2011 when my adult doll collecting journey began. Even though I had only refrained from buying dolls for five years, which in the grand scheme of life is quite insignificant, so much had changed. As I wandered the doll aisles for the first time in years, what I saw was almost unrecognizable. Barbie had new friends, new molds, new clothes, new packaging, and so did the rest of the dolly brands I encountered. I wasn't sure what to make of it all, or how I felt about it.
I recall that these first few encounters were conflicting. On the one hand, the part of me that naturally resists change and frowns upon the unknown felt repulsed by what I saw. But deep down, that inner dolly fanatic couldn't help but be curious. She couldn't stop herself from craving, wanting, lusting, and desiring these new Barbies. Even Colleen, who was always far more adamant that the "old was superior to the new" had to admit that some of these updated faces and ideas were too cool. And I recall there were many instances when we voiced that "We would have loved this set as kids," or "I wish I had this when I was younger." Most notably, we connected with the strong sisterly theme that stapled the Barbie franchise together. In the early 2000s, Skipper and Stacie slowly faded away, and even disappeared altogether for a brief time. But this dawning of the new decade brought with it a resurgence of family focus. There were so many sister sets and separately sold family dolls. And even though admittedly I was a tad bit offended that Kelly had been replaced by Chelsea, I was still glad to see Barbie had a younger sister represented. This made the 2010s Barbies so much more fun than I ever could have imagined. As kids, we yearned to collect all the sister dolls we could get our hands on, and it never lost novelty when Colleen and I bought a family set and divied up the dolls between us. The possibilities seemed endless, and I felt my inner 12 year old mind reeling with all the potential. We would have had a blast with that Sisters Go Camping! Camper. Colleen would have had a slew of Skipper and Stacie dolls to choose from. It wouldn't have been so easy for her to buy them all up in a short space of time, like it was when we were younger, since there are just so many available nowadays. And maybe that's what I loved most of all about this new side of Barbie. It made her world so much more fascinating knowing that there would be plenty to keep Colleen busy. I often felt bad growing up that I was always so easy to please and quick to be distracted/occupied by whatever dolls were on the market, whereas Colleen's natural interests were so much more limited and restrained. It was an awesome feeling going to the store for the first time in years, and each getting to pick out a doll we wanted so badly (like the time she picked out Sisters' Fun Day Stacie, aka Clara, and I got my Dead Tired re-release Cleo).
I think the major difference between the later years of our childhood collection and our present day one is the amount of focus we put on purchasing dolls brand new in the store. 2002 to 2004 was a time we spent buying brand new dolls nearly every weekend on our excursions with Dad. We therefore had lots of fairly up to date playsets, clothes, and dolls in our collection. But even so, I'd still say that a fair amount of what we decided to get was considered mildly out of date. Our resurgence back into dolls has been marked quite differently. While there were bouts of time we spent hunting stores for certain dolls, like Monster High, Moxie Girlz, and the latest Bratz, our Barbie collection for the most part remained mostly secondhand. It seemed a bit silly to buy the dolls brand new for more money, when they rarely went on good sales, when it was only a matter of time before they turned up discarded at the flea market in hardly played with condition. I think a lot of people confuse this absence of modern Barbies in my collection as a lack of interest, when that's not the case at all. In fact, I'd say the approach we have toward Barbies these days is very reminiscent of my early childhood. And in a way, that makes me that much fonder of my newer ladies and gents. For instance, my Life in the Dreamhouse Barbie isn't all that different from my very first doll, 1989 Ice Capades Barbie (aka Christina). Both were used, abused, and abandoned within the first few years of life. Christina was left half bald and without a trace of her clothes, and Life in the Dreamhouse Barbie had a strange burn hole through her dress that melted part of her stomach. Likewise, many of my earliest Fashionistas dolls were in various stages of mutilation when I rescued them from flea market lots, despite the fact they were not even five years old at the time. The feeling I get when I see a doll that is still sold in stores, sitting in a disheveled, neglected state at the flea market is one that cannot be compared to. It breaks my heart, whether the doll looks so mint, that it was obvious she was never truly loved, or whether she was tormented during her brief stint in life. And sadly it seems that these days more and more dolls are unloved, unwanted, and under appreciated by children who would rather play with a tablet or phone than interact with a plastic doll.
For this reason, I have a soft spot for the newer Barbies that isn't quite like how I feel for any of the other prior decades. And to top it off, most collectors also have little to no interest in this new generation. It's far more often I see scathing reviews ripping Barbie apart, than I see happy smiles and kind words towards these dolls. To some extent, I understand..after all, there is no shame in feeling fondness for what you grew up with. And to be fair, these newer dolls come with their share of issues--molded/painted clothes, hollow bodies, glue laden hair, recycled/repackaged faces, and generic, dull packaging. It's easy to overlook all the wonderful things that this decade of Barbie has offered that other generations lacked, but if you look close enough, you'll find so much to appreciate. Never before have I seen such diversity in a Barbie line. You can get tall Barbies, short Barbies, curvy Barbies, and dolls with every skin color under the sun. There are dolls with half shaven heads, man buns, and even Ken has body mold diversity. The sophistication of articulation has also increased with dolls like the Made to Move line that can literally sit cross-legged and touch their chins. And let's not forget that Barbie's accessories and playsets have also updated--she has a house that you can talk to. As a kid, it was so hard to find African American dolls, and growing up in the 90s/2000s, it was far easier for me than children of the 60s, 70s, and 80s. Barbie's family members were the only true mold diversity. But nowadays, Barbie herself can take on so many forms. I think it's easy to focus on what is lacking from the current Barbie franchise, but once you redirect, it's plain to see how far she's come, and for the better, even if she does miss the mark from time to time.
No matter how Barbie evolves, or even if she's discontinued one day because nobody cares anymore, I'll always have a warm place for her in my heart and memories. Barbie was the one that started it all for me, even though my first doll was nothing flashy or exotic. She was the staple, the backbone of our doll games. And furthermore, getting back into dolls in 2011 would not have been nearly as exciting were it not for Barbie still being around. Some of my dolls from the 2010s are the most special in my collection, and in a way they really aren't all that different from my childhood companions. The Dolls of the World line was still in full swing back in 2011, when I purchased my very first store bought Barbie in half a decade--2011 India Barbie. When I freed her from her package that December night, she made me feel the same way my 1995 DOTW Indian Barbie, aka Nova, did back in 2003 when I got her at the flea market. And who could forget two of the dolls that I quite literally drool over every time I see them--Hair-Tastic! Color & Design Salon and 2011 Fashionistas Barbie?!! Even though these dolls were only out for a brief time compared to the other dolls from past decades I've coveted, I still feel that same magic when a doll I ogled at stores pops up at the local flea market. I was over the moon when I got Designable Hair, I Can Be...TV Chef Barbie, and my very first Barbie Basics doll. I'll never forget those early days of rediscovering my love for dolls, and the way this generation of Barbie still sparked my imagination and fueled this passion further. I've come to see that dolls are dolls, no matter what time frame they originated from or what brand they are. If I had to survive in a world where only present day Barbies existed, I know I'd still be a happy, fulfilled collector. At the end of the day, it's not really about the dolls themselves, but the memories you make and the attitude you choose to have towards them, and I know my collection would feel a bit lonely without my 2010s friends.
Soviet propaganda poster from the 1980s. The caption at the bottom reads: "Party", referring to the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.
The railway line has to go on a huge detour round the hills in order to stay at the same height, so it took absolutely ages to get too far ahead of us. Here it is, skirting the base of Beinn Dórain.
The most tempting to catch of these new services for me, though, was one some might call rather insignificant: the all-new 7C, making up the other half of the revised 'Bransholme Circular' by bringing back regular bus services to Clough Road, replacing the pre-existing mornings-only 7X that I used to see all the time in my University days. The service also connects the Sutton Fields estate with a bus service for the first time in presumably many years, running up and down Stockholm Road between here and Littondale. I can definitely see the virtues of this service at rush hour in the mornings and afternoons, and I'd certainly be interested to see if people are coming on for the shopping at Clough Road! I do think that considering the passenger numbers, here, the double-deck allocation might be a little bit overkill.
Better luck with the destinations on this shot compared to my first shots back in July - this was meant to be a backup shot in case the next one didn't work out - Stagecoach in Hull's 19234, a 2008 ADL Enviro400 new to Stagecoach Manchester that also spent time on loan with Metroline Manchester as their TE620, is seen along Clough Road working a 7C to Hull Interchange.
These look rather insignificant. They are hallucagenic and in this field I saw more than I had seen in over 30 years, there were thousands of them. These specimens are a bit past their best. I left them in situ.. I knew one person who had a really bad trip on these, I spent hours looking after him.
The light was awful as a thick cloud cover happened .
Bishop's Wood North Near Loggerheads Staffordshire UK 9th October 2015
part of a new project ; insignificant.
All photos taken on iPhone 6
Macro x10
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He’s a famous film director , I was just a an insignificant extra , but he saw something in me I , something I’d suppressed , the look of a girl ! Whilst on set he is always so demanding , has an aura about him , he approached me , he asked if I’d , just for one particular scene , dress as a girl , to this day I don’t know why , but I sad “Yes , for you I’d love to “ fatal words you might think , but that was the turning point of my young life , now dominated by him and my need to be his woman , whilst , as he insists , still being me under this sensual , female , facade , happiness can come in the strangest of ways , I’ve just accepted his marriage proposal ! ( one day the full story will be told )
Ginkgo biloba (prehistoric tree) 2020 photo - Common Name: Maidenhair tree, Size at 10 years: 60x50ft., Fan shaped leaves, insignificant flower, USDA Hardiness Zone 3, In Garden Bed U3 for 22.8 YEARS (-). Planted in 1997.
Missouri Botanical Garden: Ginkgo biloba is a large, deciduous tree that matures to 100' tall and is considered to be a living fossil. It is the only surviving member of a group of ancient plants believed to have inhabited the earth up to 150 million years ago. It features distinctive two-lobed, somewhat leathery, fan-shaped, rich green leaves with diverging (almost parallel) veins. Leaves turn bright yellow in fall. Ginkgo trees are commonly called maidenhair trees in reference to the resemblance of their fan-shaped leaves to maidenhair fern leaflets (pinnae). Ginkgos are dioecious (separate male and female trees). Nurseries typically sell only male trees (fruitless), because female trees produce seeds encased in fleshy, fruit-like coverings which, at maturity in autumn, are messy and emit a noxious, foul odor upon falling to the ground and splitting open.
Have one on the NE fenceline and another near the birdhouse garden in front. Makes you think. Leaves are used to make “extracts” that are used as medicine. Oldest living tree species. Can live as long as 1,000 years and grow to a height of 120 feet.
pruh-nuhn-see-ey-shuh n: GINK-oh by-LOE-buh
#Ginkgo #Maidenhairtree
Additional photos of this plant:
What happens when a planet falls to earth......?
Not a lot by the looks of it.
Dog toy found on Lossie beach or a small blue green planetoid, Mostly Harmless (cheers Douglas A).
"Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing."
Have you ever looked at something so small and seemingly insignificant and realize... It is your world? It may not be much to anyone else, but... These little bean toes, are everything to me.
"There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on the point of view."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
A Virginia Creeper—vine—climbing on a fence post and barbed wire…Flowers in late fall but the tiny white flowers are insignificant as far as their aesthetic value …the foliage is the star of this plant turning scarlet in autumn.
This seemingly insignificant cave has a somewhat infamous history.
The mouth of the cave is fifty five feet wide and it sets at the base of a thirty five foot rock cliff. Near the waters edge of the Ohio River the cave would be hard to access if not for the stairs and elevated walkway that now lead to it.
First discovered by M. de Lery of France, in 1729. It was called caverne dans Le Roc.
Following the Revolutionary War, it became the ideal lair for outlaws, bandits and river pirates who preyed on the people traveling along the Ohio River.
In 1790 counterfeiters Philip Alston and John Duff ( John McElduf ) used the cave as some type of rendezvous, though details are scarce.
In 1797 Samuel Mason converted the cavern into a tavern which he called the Cave-In-Rock.
Mason sent his cohorts upriver to befriend travelers with offers of help and guidance. As they neared the cave, they would disable their boats or force them into the hollow, where they were robbed or worse. Few victims lived.
In the early 1800's after the demise of the Mason Gang, the cave sheltered the Harpe Brothers, a pair of killers fleeing execution in Kentucky. From here they continued their reign of thievery and murder in Illinois.
By the mid 1830s westward expansion and the steady growth in the local population had destroyed or driven out the “river rats” and the cave began to serve as temporary shelter for other pioneers on their way west.
In 1929, the State of Illinois acquired 64.5 acres for a park
The cave served as a backdrop for the movie “How The West Was Won.” The scene was a near-accurate portrayal of how bandits used the cave in the 18th and 19th centuries.
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Canon 5DmkII + Canon 70-200mm f/2.8L IS USM
ISO100, 1/2000 sec, f/2.8 @ 200mm
I'm so tired, an epic morning driving to the Sunshine Coast to photograph the sunrise (will have pics of that in the coming days).
Highly recommended by everyone. Ever.
1950's Police Fingerprint kit, with 4 colors of powder, roller, tube of ink, 3 brushes labeled red white and gray, along with a stack of civil fingerprint cards.
Soviet propaganda poster from the 1980s, featuring Lenin.
It says something to the effect of: "All power to the Councils" and "Great Lenin lit the way(path) for us."
A metaphor for our fragile planet, our home, our earth, the only place we can go.
PALE BLUE DOT
Karl Sagan said: "We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you've ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines. Every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."
First posted on October 5, 2007.
and from NASA, see
www.flickr.com/photos/gsfc/4542423536/sizes/m/in/photostr...
"Become dust with me, insignificant and everywhere
for I will love you even after your marrow has become a whisper
and your bones; nothing but the snickering of gravel.
Let us soak in the spaces our shadows left behind.
Your skeleton, laced with mine, I will tie your soul to my ankles
and know what it is like to step into a dream.
And you will try on my backbone and see how bad it hurt the day
you said you were calling it quits. "
- Alysia Harris.
look up "death poem" by this woman. it's magnificent .
flickr sharpening you biatch...
Going out tonight :) holla
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Amlwch was formerly an insignificant fishing village consisting of about six houses; but in consequence of the discovery of the celebrated copper mines in the Parys Mountain in the year 1768, it has become a flourishing town. It has a capacious harbour cut out of the solid slate rock, at the expense of the mining companies, capable of admitting 30 vessels of 200 tons burden, where originally there was only a cleft or opening, too small to receive a single vessel. This harbour is dry at low water. The church, a spacious edifice capable of holding 2000 persons, was erected in 1800 at the cost of the proprietors of the Amlwch mines. There are several dissenting chapels. In the National School, built in 1820, about 350 children are instructed. There is an excellent literary and scientific institution, with a library and museum. The lecture hall was erected by subscription, to which the nobleman and gentry connected with the locality contributed liberally.
The copper mines, which have contributed so materially to the prosperity of Amlwch, are situated in the Parys Mountain nearly two miles south of the town. They were discovered in the year 1768. The Parys mine was first opened on 2 March, the anniversary of the day on which the vein of ore was found, and has ever since been kept worked. The Mona mine was soon after opened and worked. Both mines proved exceedingly profitable. During the most flourishing period it was computed that from 60,000 to 80,000 tons of ore annually extracted from them – a product probably more than equal to that of the whole Cornish mines at the same period. At that time the mines gave employment to 1500 workmen. But at a later period the works considerably declined; and at one time it appeared probable that the works would be gradually discontinued. At the present time (1850) however, the mines 'Are worked extensively, though they are not in a very flourishing state. About 1000 persons are employed in them, including 100 who work in the smelting furnaces.'
The Imperial Cyclopedia: Cyclopedia of Geography, I – the Geography of the British Empire. 1850.