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Clitheroe, Lancashire
Last Saturday we decided to get out and about with the intention of heading to Hebden Bridge, however, there was a Steam Punk festival on that weekend and we thought it might be chock-a-block and difficult to park, so we opted for Plan B and Clitheroe, purely down to a recommendation of a work colleague of Mrs R.
Now, we've never been to Clitheroe and I very much imagined it to be a down trodden northern mill town that has seen better days. Much like Bolton with more than its fair share of betting shops, pound shops and the all too familiar "gone out of business" boarded up shops, but more depressing... how wrong can one be!!!
But first things first, our Saturday morning ritual starts with a weigh-in... I've lost count of the number of diets we've tried over the years, but this one seems to be doing the trick and reaping good results. Personally, I've found best results are obtained by standing on the scales in the buff whilst hanging on to the ceiling light... well... every little helps! Which reminds me, it must have been a wee bit chilly early Saturday morning judging by the expression on Mrs R's face.
Did I really write that or did I just say it in my head...?
Anyway, I'm now down to my lowest weight in probably the last five years and so a slap up breakfast was firmly on the cards - after all, I've got another week to lose it all again. The drive to Clitheroe was pretty straight forward and we duly arrived way before 9am. Not expecting many places to be open, we were surprised to find a cafe just opening - Brioche. A couple had just beaten us in but there were plenty of tables so we sat in the window watching the world not go by. Now, when you're craving food (and I'm not talking any of that muesli crap) there's only one meal to start the day. However, not wanting to undo all the good work of the past week, I studied the menu for "healthy" options - I know, who am I trying to kid! There was the "standard" breakfast or the "big" breakfast... being a numbers sort of guy I noticed that there was only a couple of quid difference between the two, but the big breakfast was pretty much two of everything - 2 sausages, 2 bacon, 2 eggs, mushrooms, beans, tomato and black pudding as well as toast. The economics of the two was a no brainer - I ordered the "big".
But all this is just small talk - the two places we were recommended to visit were the Food Hall and Beer Hall in the Holmes Mill (more of that later) and if we got chance, pop in and have a browse around D. Byrne & Co. To be fair, neither of us are big drinkers and know nothing about wine, whiskeys or gins, but this is an Aladdin's cave of alcohol. There isn't a single square inch of space on the walls that isn't covered by bottles, and there are a further couple of rooms equally as packed. Well worth visiting for the array of drinks on offer... I can think of several people here in Flickr land who could pass a day in here.
I'm sure you can get the odd bottle cheaper at Tesco's but this is for the real connoisseurs with prices to match. This is the main man himself - Mr Byrne, a most helpful gentleman and obliging to us togs. Needless to say, a few bottles were purchased including gin, which we got a liking for on holiday... chink chink cheers!
Footnote...
Judging by the shops and cars in Clitheroe, it's clearly an affluent little town, but it was an overheard conversation in a local newsagents that sealed the deal. For those of a certain age, you might remember the Yellow Pages advert (1983) featuring a Mr JR Hartley and a copy of Fly Fishing. Roll on nearly 40 years and we've just gone into the newsagents for a bottle of water. We passed the only customer who stopped to look at the magazine racks on his way out having just paid for a few items. The shopkeeper enquired if there was anything else he could help with? The man replied "I was hoping to find a copy of Investors Chronicle, you wouldn't happen to have a copy?"... if that's doesn't ooze wealth then I don't know what does, unless you all subscribe to it!
I'm here all week, thank you and good night!
Our intention that day was to visit high points on the surrounding hills where radio masts were located, as that is the likely location of good butterflies. However the one we initially aimed for had no obvious route there and another we did reach was not a good spot, so we mainly stopped beside the road at various places.
A species I have seen occasionally. I was particularly pleased to get a decent dorsal photo of it which is often hard to get. My only previous such photo was of a very damaged individual.
My take on today's page. A letter to myself with how I intend to live this year. Along with some wisdom gathered from friends.
As I entered this devastated hall, I was immediately struck by the dramatic power of the scene. My intention was to capture the very essence of desolation while preserving a certain beauty within the chaos. I chose to work with the faint natural light filtering in, creating these warm tones that contrast with the blackness of the debris. The perspective framing, guided by the rows of charred seats, draws the eye towards the back of the room, suggesting the immensity of the destruction.
I wanted every detail to tell a story - the twisted metal structures on the ceiling, the seats frozen in their final position, the walls bearing the scars of the disaster. This photograph isn't just a document of destruction; it's also a reflection on the fragility of our living and cultural spaces. By working with a long exposure and choosing this precise angle, I sought to create an almost surreal atmosphere, as if suspended in time, where beauty paradoxically emerges from chaos.
The intention had been to go for one of the shots at Angrholm but with the stubborn cloud in Mallerstang not moving we opted for the easy shot from the B6259 overbridge.This was fortunate as there was no exhaust at Angrholm and the light did improve briefly for us,
Note - an awkwardly parked car and unsightly mast have been removed from the pic
Copyright David Price
No unauthorised use
The intention was to drive across to Tenby (roughly 1hr 40mins) to capture a stunning sunrise over the harbour.
I set myself up and rattled off a few exposures to check my composition. Soon enough the rain set in and put to bed my idea of a glorious sunrise.
Instead I came away with this shot of the harbour during the blue hour at sunrise.
Guess his intention... 😬😎😜😋
(All I can say is he doesn't plan on getting married)
Noun: intention -in'tenshun-
1. An anticipated outcome that is intended or that guides your planned actions
"good intentions are not enough"
2. (usually plural the goal with respect to a marriage proposal
"his intentions are entirely honorable"
3. An act of intending; a volition that you intend to carry out
"my intention changed once I saw her"
My intention was to be there at sunset but I stopped too often to see things along the road and the sun was gone. It's only 2,8 km from family's home in a very small village in Zeeland, Netherlands. The farmer will cut off the flowers in June and only sell the bulbs. My father-in-law told me they ate tulip bulbs during the WW II to survive. Maybe I should try tulip cake.
The intention this morning was to go to Avebury paul has a new lens so he was desperate to try it but as ever things don't work out as you expect.
the drive to Avebury looked very promising lots of low cloud/mist a slight covering of snow/ice. but that was on the way, Avebury nice but clear, so we headed for the edge of west woods hoping to walk through to Pewsey vale not to be i am afraid we walked a long way found some great locations on the way but not what we expected which is so often the case.
This image was taken on the way back to the car.
the wife has a list of jobs for me today so had to be back at a reasonable hour but a nice walk and worth going back to.
Had every intention of posting the gator couple once again but am no longer sure that they are the latest on the bayou. Will have to wait and see what pans out over the mating season. Instead, I’ve chosen one of the larger beasts that dwell in the horseshoe bends near Alligator Alley and made him the star of day three of Gator Week. This monster is all of 13-feet and one healthy beast. A massive alligator that will be a key player in the mating rituals on the bayou in the coming weeks. A considerable amount of the tail is under water in this capture. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou.
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Mojácar, pueblo Colores andaluces
La fotografía minimalista es en esencia Comunicar a traves de una composición con los elementos mas básicos . Con elementos mínimos tratar de generar o comunicar emociones,historias,reflexiones.
La imagen en su mayor simplicidad tratando de contar una historia que refiere tanto al contexto propio de la imagen como al proceso estilístico e intención de la toma de fotografías. no es poca cosa en una realidad social y cibernética caracterizada por la hiper-saturación de tomas y difusión de imágenes fotografiadas.
Apuntes diario lateral ffmendoza
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La photographie minimaliste consiste essentiellement à communiquer à travers une composition contenant les éléments les plus fondamentaux. Avec des éléments minimaux, essayez de générer ou de communiquer des émotions, des histoires, des réflexions.
L'image, dans sa plus grande simplicité, tente de raconter une histoire qui renvoie à la fois au contexte approprié de l'image, au processus stylistique et à l'intention de prendre des photos. Ce n’est pas une mince affaire dans une réalité sociale et cybernétique caractérisée par l’hyper-saturation de poduction et diffusion d’images photographiées.
Notes journal lateral ffmendoza
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Minimalist photography is in essence Communicate through a composition with the most basic elements. With minimal elements try to generate or communicate emotions, stories, reflections.
The minimalist image in its greatest simplicity it is alwais trying to tell a story that refers both to the proper context of the image and to the stylistic process and intention of taking photographs. It is not a small thing in a social and cybernetic reality characterized by hyper-saturation of shots and diffusion of photographed images.
Notes diary lateral ffmendoza
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers
A head I was painting frosted up from this crappy weather. SECOND TIME THIS WEEK.
One crappy over-exposed Endo shot + 29 layers and 2.5 hrs. For my pissy-feels.
Go watch Rise of the Guardians if you haven't.... It's really cute. <3
In the meantime, I'm just gonna weep. Heads wanna go home. *sighs*
“Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Appreciate your friends. Continue to learn. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is.”
Mary Anne Radmacher
Explored 3rd February :)
It matters little what you bring home when you return,
what matters is the gentleness of your intention,
walking ahead of you before your footsteps arrive.
⁛ And so, the weight becomes light in the hands of intention.
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My intention was to capture a good shot of the neon sign.
Then I saw the interesting the neon reflected on the surface of the red tile. So I brought that into the shot.
No adjustments on this image.
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My intention this week was to get some shots of the wheat fields around my workplace until I stumbled across this little ladybird scuttling up and down one of the wheat heads - I'm loving the smooth, blurred background in this shot.
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Our intention that day was to visit high points on the surrounding hills where radio masts were located, as that is the likely location of good butterflies. However the one we initially aimed for had no obvious route there and another we did reach was not a good spot, so we mainly stopped beside the road at various places.
I always like shieldbugs This one is different to any I recall previously.
You can find this collar at Market today and tomorrow for only 75L$ each and discounted FATPACK at POISON ROUGE MARKETPLACE as a part of Lazy Sunday Sales Event owned by Seraphimsl
Happy Sunday ♥
Whether the original intention of this Totem-Artwork was to bring the apparent opposites industry and nature together I have my own interpretation. I brought together black and white. Black as a color which presents the coal mining industry and as an opposite, white which is standing for cleanliness on the one hand. On the other hand white is a physical sum of all other colors and the Ruhr area is also connecting different contents e.g. industry, nature, history, different cultures or the typical mentality of the people living here.
Obwohl es die eigentliche Aussage des Totem-Kunstwerkes auf der Halde Haniel ist, die scheinbaren Gegensätze von Natur und Industrie zu verbinden, habe ich mit diesem Bild mal meine eigene Interpretation umgesetzt. Ich habe als Kontrastfarben lediglich Schwarz und Weiß vereint. Schwarz als Farbe, welche bildlich für den Bergbau der Region steht und Weiß als Kontrast. Im Gegensatz zu Schwarz steht Weiß hier für Reinheit auf der einen Seite. Andererseits ist Weiß auch die Summe aller sonstigen Farben und immerhin vereint auch das Ruhrgebiet die unterschiedlichsten Dinge wie z. B. Industrie, Natur, Geschichte, unterschiedliche Kulturen oder auch die typische Mentalität der Leute, die hier leben.
the intention was to capture some great creste grebes or swans or herons... or what ever... but this dragonfly was the eyecatcher of the morning. And it`s a matter of fact... you only reach beauty with a bit of a pain.. she was sitting right in a group of stinging nettles :=))).
a beautiful demoiselle
I had every intention of posting pics of how our place looked over Christmas before the gifts were unwrapped and the North Pole shut down for the off season, but the chaos of Christmas & all the befrazzlement it caused simply prevented me from doing so any earlier than now. Up until last night I had resigned myself to the fact that sharing these just wasn't in the cards for this year, esp. with all the Christmas hullabaloo gone or fading so fast, I didn't think it was still worthwhile to do so, however a few sweet friends have been giving me the push I needed to get these up here, Christmas over or not. So this is me squeezing some in before the year switches out. At least they are still this year's pics! P.S. Hope everyone had a really happy Christmas. There is a beautiful fresh new year upon us... I hope it's a great one for all!
Oops! It wasn’t my intention to light up the rocks for this photo, although I did mean to light them up. I kind of forgot that I was shooting a time-lapse, while I was flicking about with my torch to see if there were any fish swimming around the rocks. Yes, I did see some fish swimming around the rocks. [Oh, for those who still use Imperial units, a “torch” is what you’d call a “flashlight”… even when it’s not flashing]. This shot is one of the 440 images that I captured for the time-lapse, which I’ve posted here recently.
The photo worked out OK, showing off the rocks under the surface of the Shoalhaven River at North Nowra, Australia. I also captured the stars reflected on the water’s surface; the slightly moonlit shore on the western bank of the river; plus Jupiter and the Milky Way hanging in the sky, just above the tree line. It was a peaceful scene to take in as I sat listening to the water moving with the outgoing tide.
I shot this single-frame photo with a Canon EOS 6D Mk II camera, a Samyang 14mm f/2.4 lens @ f/2.4, using an exposure time of 20 seconds @ ISO 6400.
My intention two days ago, on 4 October 2017, had been to drive some of the back roads a bit further north of where I have been two or three times before, almost as far as Olds. However, after finding myself on a couple of muddy, slushy, potholed country roads caused by our recent snow storm, I decided not to risk driving on any others. I ended up stopping and photographing a couple of my absolute favourite barns that I had seen a couple of times before, and was happy to see again. I first discovered the old barn in this photo - or is it a homestead? - on 28 October 2014.
My final stopping point towards the end of a day of driving N and NW of the city, was at the site where the McDougall Memorial United Church had stood. On 22 May 2017, this beautiful, historic church was burned to the ground by an arsonist. Such a very sad loss! Such a sad sight to see the burnt outer walls, knowing that that was all that was left of this special little church that was almost as old as Canada itself. I loved this little country church, especially the long, photogenic fence line leading up to it from the parking lot. The church was built in Carpenter's Gothic style of architecture. A sign had the following words on it:
"The historic church at the end of this pathway was constructed in 1875. At that time, native people were still hunting bison on the prairies. The young nation of Canada was only eight years old; the Canadian Pacific Railway still nine years in the future. And this church would become the heart of a thriving community, Morleyville, and for a time the largest settlement in what would be southern Alberta.
The story of this church is really the story of Rev. George McDougall who moved to western Canada with his family in 1862 to minister to the fur traders and native people. In 1873, the McDougalls established the first mission in the region and built this church. In doing so, they wrote an important chapter of Alberta's settlement history".
After George McDougall's tragic death in a snowstorm, his body was brought back to the church at Morleyville and laid to rest.
www.historicplaces.ca/en/rep-reg/place-lieu.aspx?id=8788
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morley,_Alberta
An enjoyable day out - a barn day, not a birding/wildlife day. I think the only birds I noticed were the usual Ravens. Seeing that snow is once again in our forecast in a few more days, I wanted to get this drive done while the weather was still decent. Today, the temperature is 16C with a heavily overcast sky. A day for hopefully getting a few errands run, and not taking photos.
I actually have no intention to post this shot. Really the purpose of this photo was to help a friend to take some interesting sculpture images for her project back in June 2009. Well being a nice guy (as always :P), its pretty easy work for me. However her project didn't quite go ahead so all the sculpture shots i've taken are pretty much sitting ducks in my hard drive. It was until early this yr, when I was approached by the editor of National Tiertiary Education Union, who wanted to purchase a sculpture image for a book cover however it has to be located within the premises of a university. Bingo! It does help to have all sort of shots ready in your folder :D
End of the day, the moral of the Artie's story is
Good karma will come your way one way or another when you're willing to lend a helping hand to others! ;)
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MUMS OUT THERE TOO !!!
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About
Dual sculpture located opposite Engineering South Building in the North Terrace Campus of Adelaide University, South Australia
Year: 1978-9
Dual was commenced in 1978 and was built with steel that was purchased for him by Max Lyle. This is another of Johns work which concentrates on the circle as a functional form; in this case, he is experimenting with ideas of creating a partnership in the form by breaking it in half. It was first installed on the lawns of the Barr Smith Library, but was moved to the Adelaide University grounds after being damaged and vandalised.
The Shot
Standard 3 exposure shot (+2..0..-2 EV) in RAW taken handheld using Sigma DC HSM 10-20mm lens
Photomatix
- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option
Photoshop
- Added 2 layer mask effect of 'curves' for different section of contrast
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (master) for overall desaturation
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (blues) to enhance the glass
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (reds) to desaturate any harshness
- Use 'free transform' to slightly correct the wide angle distortion
- Applied noise reduction
Music
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Our intention that day was to visit high points on the surrounding hills where radio masts were located, as that is the likely location of good butterflies. However the one we initially aimed for had no obvious route there and another we did reach was not a good spot, so we mainly stopped beside the road at various places.
This hoverfly is similar to some in Britain. I do like the setting.
My intention was to just get a nice HDR long exposure photo of the sunset over the water, but as the sun was going down I realized it was going to peak out from behind the clouds right under the bridge but above the water, I only had about a minute to get the bracket I needed and I definitely think it's the best sunset photo I've ever taken!
La rue Saint-Martin-en-Île est étroite, grise, pas très fréquentée et pas franchement engageante, ni d’ailleurs toujours propre. Blancbec a su tenir compte de ces qualités peu aimables. On comprend aisément la réponse que constitue sa palette de tons vifs à l’atmosphère terne du lieu : « Mon intention est de réinventer le passage dans la rue. La transition du gris à la couleur est comme le cheminement vers un autre monde, vers l’île de Saint-Martin dans la mer des Caraïbes où on peut découvrir, après une épopée fantastique, un trésor de pirates. » L’artiste a aussi intégré l’exiguïté du passage. Plutôt qu’une image monumentale difficile à appréhender faute de recul, il déroule une composition narrative dont l’histoire est séquencée en tableaux dimensionnés pour être lus depuis la rue. Il ne s’agit pourtant pas d’une œuvre de circonstance. Blancbec reste fidèle à la gamme chromatique et à l’écriture géométrique qui caractérisent l’ensemble de son travail.
Rue Saint-Martin-en-Île is narrow, gray, not very busy and not really inviting, nor is it always clean. Blancbec was able to take these unkind qualities into account. It's easy to understand the response of his palette of vivid tones to the dull atmosphere of the place: "My intention is to reinvent the passage in the street. The transition from gray to color is like the journey to another world, to the island of Saint-Martin in the Caribbean Sea where, after a fantastic epic, you can discover a pirate treasure. The artist also incorporated the cramped nature of the passage. Rather than a monumental image that is difficult to grasp for lack of perspective, it unfolds a narrative composition whose story is sequenced in paintings sized to be read from the street. This is not, however, a work of circumstance. Blancbec remains faithful to the chromatic range and geometric writing that characterize all of his work.