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Ich wünsche allen ein friedvolles neues Jahr! Jeder weiss wie sehr wir alle das brauchen, nach den vorangegangenen Jahren. Mehr Rücksichtnahme allen Lebewesen und gegenüber der Natur.
Dies ist mein letztes Bild in diesem Jahr. Mal sehen was uns das neue bringen wird.
I wish you all a peaceful New Year! Everyone knows how much we need all that, according to previous years. More consideration for all living beings and towards nature.
This is my last picture this year. Let's see what will bring us the new.
Wir sind nachts noch durch Salzburg gelaufen und auf den Mirabellgarten gestoßen. Auf dem Weg nach draussen, gelang es mir dieses Foto zu machen. Ich muss gestehen es ist mein Lieblingsfoto, ich hoffe es gefällt euch.
We have not raced at night by Salzburg and encountered the Mirabell Gardens. On the way out, I managed to take this picture. I must confess it is my favorite photo, I hope you like it.
Österreich (Austria)
Salzburg
Dezember (December) 2015
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So the spring flowers will start to bloom.
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Das lokale Eisenbahnmuseum in Bayerisch Eisenstein stellt über 20 Lokomotiven und Wagen im Originalzustand der Jahre 1876 - 1955 aus. Ebenso Dienstwagen der damaligen Eisenbahner befinden sich im Originalrestaurierten Rundlokschuppen aus dem Jahr 1876. Man kann die Ausstellungobjekte nicht nur bewundern, sondern auch anfassen.
The local railway museum in Bayerisch Eisenstein exhibits over 20 locomotives and wagons in their original condition from the years 1876 - 1955. The company cars of the former railway workers are also located in the originally restored roundhouse from 1876. You can not only admire the exhibits, you can also touch them.
Bayern (Bavaria) - Deutschland (Germany)
Bayerisch Eisenstein - Landkreis (County) Regen
August 2022
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I have been watching this tree for over the past years. Its position has not changed. The tree is very resilient.
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[May 2008] Taking pictures, like singing and music, has become something therapeutic for me. Whenever I'm feeling sad or lonely or unproductive or uninspired...like I'm just spinning my wheels or turning in circles and getting nowhere...I can grab my camera and go out into the world and it always, always makes me feel better.
Not only does taking pictures thrust me out into the world even when I feel like withdrawing from it, but it makes me see the world again, or anew, and I inevitably end up interacting with it in a way I might not have before. And I see things I might not have seen --not really-- before. There are a lot of people who assert that putting a camera between yourself and the world creates some kind of 'barrier,' or that it disengages you from the 'here and now' because your experience is being mediated by a camera... But I tend to disagree. Rather strongly, in fact.
Take this photo for instance. I drove by an old barracks building out in the Marin Headlands yesterday afternoon, because I didn't know what else to do with myself, so I drove out to the Marin Headlands. Yeah, sure, there were a million things I could have and should have been doing with my precious weekend time, but I didn't want --or couldn't bring myself-- to do any of them. So instead of just turning circles in my apartment, I packed up my camera and got in my car and drove out to a place I hadn't visited in a number of years. As I was driving by this old barracks building, I (barely) noticed a lamp in a window, and the late afternoon light was hitting it in a certain way. I made a mental note of it and kept driving, but then I thought to myself, "No. You should stop. You should stop and get out of the car and try to photograph that lamp and that light -- because it caught your eye."
So I parked the car and walked back down the road and stood on the ground looking up at the window. I took a shot of the lamp --a simple clamp lamp-- but it didn't really come out. I could tell, though, from the way the light was hitting that lamp, that there must have been some wonderful late afternoon light pouring into the space... So I climbed up on the splintery old wooden platform [what are those things called? those old wooden platforms, like sidewalks, that you see in frontier towns and western movies?] to get a better glimpse.
And this is what I saw...this is what I found.
Now if I weren't a photographer, and if I didn't have a camera with me, I never would have seen this incredible little scene, this living still life. Because while the room was completely still and empty, it also felt like it was full of a presence -- either a memory of, or an anticipation of presence...
It's like therapy, for me, these moments...these little discoveries.
Which, I guess, makes this the therapist's chair.
Where ever you go on the Lofoten islands, water is never far away and yet it feels like mountains and forests are intrinsincally drawn towards the sea ;)
In a city park, I heard the beat of their wings, and these guys were flying high - so it may be the fast lane. I wondered if they could view the sea, a few miles to the south, from the height they were flying.
Am Bahngleis warten auf den Zug.
At the railroad track waiting for the train.
England
Vereinigtes Königreich (United Kingdom)
London
April 2015
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Emerald Lake is in Yoho National Park, British Columbia. It snowed at night. The lake and mountains were covered with snow, so pure and fresh. No people around the lake in the early morning. Regretted arriving a bit late, missed the blue hour. The light from the lodge was not so strong, but still attracted the eyes in the early morning's first light.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mothers! 💕
Canon EOS R5, EF24-70mm f/2.8L II USM
ISO100, f/8, 50mm, 1/20s
Interior of one of the many many rooms in the Alhambra, the fabulous Moorish palace in Granada.
Happy Windows Wednesday!
He was the first love of my lady swan friend. A very gentle swan, before he became otherwise known as Mr Scarface.
The pair of them had a honeymoon year together; then a brood of cygnets each Spring, for four years.
They loved their lake, and used to troop to the harbour (part of the lake's landed property back then!) with their young. So I could run into them anywhere, from near the lake to a couple of miles upharbour.
How many times have you woken up and prayed for the rain?
How many times have you seen the papers apportion the blame?
Who gets to say? Who gets to work and who gets to play?
I was always told at school, everybody should get the same
How many times have you been told
If you don't ask, you don't get?
How many lads have taken your money?
Your Mother said you shouldn't bet
Who has the fun? Is it always a man with a gun?
Someone must have told you, if you work too hard, you can sweat?
There's always the sun, mm (always the sun)
There's always the sun
Always, always (always the sun)
How many times have the weathermen told you stories
That made you laugh?
You know its not unlike the politicians and the leaders
When they do things by half
Who gets the job of pushing the knob?
That's what responsibility you draw straws for
If you're mad enough
There's always the sun, mm (always the sun)
There's always the sun
Always, always (always the sun)
One of the most beautiful aspects of driving through the Westfjords of Iceland were these kind of abstract mountain scenarios when cross-cutting the landscape from one fjord to the next.