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Northern Wisconsin Lupine that I saw for the first time this year, for my friend Nick, who posted Lupine for all of us. Thanks Nick for being such a wonderful Flickr friend!
Many, many thanks to my brother-in-law who came and fixed my computer! I had over 350 Trojan viruses and many others. D'oh!!
Manoir Pavlovich / Verdure.
Modèle : Pauline S.
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Oxyopes macilentus, sometimes known as the lean lynx spider, is a species of lynx spiders from East Asia, South Asia, Southeast Asia, and northern Australia. They are active predators, hunting invertebrates (including other spiders) among vegetation. They are especially common in grassy areas and rice fields. Their bodies are characteristically long and thin, about four times as long as it is wide. Their body color ranges from pale white to yellow, orange, or green; with a... (Source: Wikipedia)
Bronica SQ-Ai + 150PS
09-Apr-2021 13:00
Sunny 16 rule (LV=15)
1/125s @ f11
No Filters
PanF Exposed at ISO50
Developed in Rodinal R09 - 8 mins @ 20C
Std Dev is 11 mins, Reduce 15% for continuous rotation
Approx 9 mins 30, development pulled further for highlights
Royal Jordanian Air Force No.3 Squadron's C-130H Hercules '347' took on a distinct lean as she taxied out to depart Fairford after RIAT 2017
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For me this shot is an attempt to come up with something slightly more unique than my conventional way of photographing long exposure waterfalls. I’ve been to this location, in the wonderfully named and spectacularly beautiful “Valley of Desolation”, many times over the years, but this time I wanted to change my approach in order to overcome the slight dissatisfaction from my previous efforts here. which have been either compositionally challenging, (there is an irritating holly bush at the top of this waterfall, that is hard to make work compositionally), or standing in the obvious place does give you good foreground interest, but makes it impossible to take more than one shot, as not surprisingly at the bottom of a waterfall the spray is a nightmare...Interestingly as a friend and I walked up the valley towards the waterfall, my apprehension became further compounded as I was also struggling with my own perceptions of what a waterfall offered in the way of subject originality and desperately wanted to find a new approach.
Now I tentatively make the following comment in the apprehension that it may sound a little arrogant and I honestly do not intend it to offend anybody, but as subjects I feel waterfalls are bordering on the fringes of cliché. Now this obviously doesn’t mean that they are, on the contrary I’ve seen many wonderfully emotive and powerful images of waterfalls that have taken my breath away, but maybe this abundance of quality in itself is part of the problem, as I seem to have become numb to obvious positive elements... It’s kind of like when you over play a favourite song, the track doesn't change, but your perception of it does with over listening. So as Wayne and I walked up the valley to the waterfall I was subconsciously struggling with my very own perception and felt a need to challenge and change it.
Now digressing a little to strengthen my position and to attempt to elevate your growing distaste to my slight arrogance, I sometimes feel the same way about images made at ‘famous’ photographic locations such as , Antelope Canyon, or Bamburgh Castle, or indeed subjects such as sunsets or long exposure coastal shots, (man I do sound like a hypocrite here). There still remains an oversaturated, (excuse the obvious play on words) ever so slightly putrid aftertaste from seeing too many. As I said before, this doesn’t mean that any of the shots are poor pieces of work, or indeed are not well composed and considered, but like the music analogy, you can only listen to a pop music for so long and at some point you end up wanting Nick Cave or PJ Harvey as your taste develops. Funny I have never become tired of ‘Guns and Roses, Appetite for Destruction’, anyway enough of that...
I think for a large part the oversaturation from photography magazines, personal blogs, social networking sites and massive influx of affordable good quality digital cameras, has produced thousands of images that only 20 years ago would have stood out and shone. Now the competition to be unique, to be fresh and dynamic is much harder especially if you choose a subject or location that have been done many times before, which I’m at paints to reveal I frequently do. I can’t help myself, I just love those locations.
This is why I must keep reminding myself to ‘try’ and avoid the obvious compositions in such subjects or places, as most importantly, there is a greater potential for personal development opportunities when the lean pickings of a location or subject are worked around and eventually found. But with heightened potential comes heightened vulnerability, as the images you make in those locations risk being perceived falling between the cliché and pretentiousness. Don’t worry I’m not advocating becoming a incongruent fine artist that takes shots of dog feces and pretentiously pins some social commentary to it in the hope that others will buy into the junkstaposition of meaninglessness, I’m just trying to challenge my assumptions to stimulate and develop my own vision, within my preferred subjects.
Anyway back to the photograph, this time I clambered up a slippery muddy slope, to the more or less inaccessible side of the waterfall and lodged myself into the thick of the ‘Lord Of The Rings’ type undergrowth. With my tripod firmly wedged in, saving me from slipping down into the pool of icy water and one side of my body wet with a mixture of mud and soggy leaves, I composed this shot with an attempt to gain as much depth and movement I could from the hanging windblown vegetation.
Funny as unpleasant as it is, I don’t feel like I’ve been working hard enough unless I come back with muddy or wet trousers, is this just me?
Sometimes things don't go the way we think they should, people make decisions that we know are not for the best, they disappoint us and hurt us and we have to find strength to face what comes, often with tears and great sorrow. Sometimes we swallow hard and smile when we are dying inside. We want to say so much - to find a way to wake them up - but our words fall on deaf ears. They are oblivious to the damage they cause as they blithely trample people under their selfishness and yes, their silliness too.
That is when you need someone you can lean on. So lean on me.
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls." Matthew 11:28-29
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As photographers, professional or amateur, we all strive to capture a moment that tells a story, touches a heart, stirs emotions or simply pleases the eye. This picture, I share with pride, for it was the last taken of a man that fought and lost a short but very difficult battle with cancer. His son sat behind him to help support him while he ate. This picture is love .....
Wonderfully restored Everett Railroad 2-6-0 Mogul leans into the curve. Built by Alco Cooke Works in 1920.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkaexjc-1os
Hmm... hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow
Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on
Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill
Those of your needs that you won't let show
You just call on me brother when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on
Lean on me
When you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on...
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need somebody to lean on
You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on
If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me
Call me
If you need a friend
(Call me)
Call me (call me)
If you need a friend
(Call me)
If you ever need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me)
If you need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me) Call me
(Call me)
Not a web-builder; rather, it stalks its prey like a hunting feline. Hence the lynx title. I have applied as much "magic" as I can with Topaz to improve the sharpness of the spider, but the identity of the prey is not clear.
Taken at Campbell Valley Park, Langley, British Columbia, CA.
This little Dee puts pressure on me for a handout of seed. They were following me continually on the trail some even flying into my face to get the point across. Either that, or it was just my personal magnetism. Some call it the Snow White syndrome.
Better On Black
The wind howled, a mournful symphony echoing through the skeletal branches of the lone tree. A single raven perched atop the highest bough, its obsidian feathers ruffled against the biting cold. It had been a long autumn, the harshest anyone could remember. The land lay barren, a desolate expanse of fallen leaves and withered crops. Food was scarce, hope even scarcer.
The raven shifted its weight, its gaze fixed on the horizon. A flicker of movement caught its eye. A lone figure, hunched and shivering, trudged across the leaf-strewn path. The raven watched with a mix of curiosity and pity. It had seen many succumb to autumn's wrath, their bodies left to the mercy of the elements. This one, however, seemed determined to survive.
As the figure drew closer, the raven noticed a glint of metal in their hand. A weapon. The raven tilted its head, a low caw escaping its throat. Survival instincts were sharp in this brutal landscape. The raven had learned to coexist with humans, to scavenge from their discarded scraps. But this one... this one seemed different.
The figure collapsed a short distance from the tree, their breath misting in the frigid air. The raven watched, its curiosity piqued. The figure remained motionless for a long while, then stirred. They reached into their pack and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. They opened it, their fingers tracing the faded words.
The raven leaned forward, straining to hear. It was a poem, a lament for the dying year and the fleeting beauty of autumn. The raven had never seen such a display of emotion before. It had always been about survival, about instinct. But this... this was something else.
As the figure closed the book and sank back into the leaves, the raven made a decision. It hopped down from the branch and landed on the ground beside the figure. It ruffled its feathers and let out a soft croak. The figure looked up, startled, then a flicker of recognition crossed their face.
The raven tilted its head, a silent invitation. The figure hesitated, then slowly reached out a hand. The raven hopped onto their palm, its claws digging slightly into their skin. The figure smiled, a faint, watery smile that warmed the raven's heart.
Together, they faced the autumn, two souls bound by a shared struggle for survival. The raven, a creature of instinct, and the human, a creature of art. They were an unlikely pair, but in this desolate landscape, they were all each other had.