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Stockings are group gift and for Maze Soft Thighs for Kupra, Maitreya, Rebor and Legacy.
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Park Circus viewed from Kelvingrove Bridge. Beautiful sunset. I really like the statues on the bridge being in the foreground, coupled with the clouds it reminds me slightly of a romanticist painting.
EDIT: Replaced with one where the foreground is slightly lighter.
Oh BTW, if you ever shoot with Russian M39 glass (Industar, Jupiter etc) USE A LENS HOOD! These lenses might be sharp but they don't half flare up! Jeez...
Early written records described the giraffe as "magnificent in appearance, bizarre in form, unique in gait, colossal in height and inoffensive in character." Ancient cultures in Africa revered the giraffe, as some modern cultures do today, and commonly depicted it in prehistoric rock and cave paintings. Unknown outside of Africa, this animal so excited man's curiosity that it was sometimes sent as a diplomatic gift to other countries; one of the earliest records tells of a giraffe going from "Melinda" (presumably Malindi) in Kenya to China in 1415. The animal was thought to be a cross between a camel and a leopard, a mistake immortalized in the giraffe's scientific name of Giraffa camelopardalis.
The giraffe is the tallest living animal, uniquely adapted to reach vegetation inaccessible to other herbivores. Giraffes have a distinctive walking gait, moving both right legs forward, then both left. At a gallop, however, the giraffe simultaneously swings the hind legs ahead of and outside the front legs, reaching speeds of 35 miles an hour. It has unusually elastic blood vessels with a series of valves that help offset the sudden buildup of blood (and to prevent fainting) when the head is raised, lowered or swung quickly. Giraffe "horns" are actually knobs covered with skin and hair above the eyes that protect the head from injury.
I went from room to room today, looking for some inspiration, or something I could use as a prop for today's 365. Yet to no avail. I have never been so blank or so stuck as to what to do ever. Usually I come up with something. But today, I was honestly clueless.
Pretty much blank.
Then it struck me, to use the whole "blank canvas" sort of thing. And because it's gotta be a selfie, I figured I'd just stick myself in the blank canvas, for safety keeps.
I'm trying my best to squint and see the camera, hunched over, because the camera is miles away, and the blank canvas room is far too bright, what with all the whiteness around.. Or maybe, one could argue, I'm searching for my muse!
My friend Kinan asked for more abstract pictures. So here is one. Although this isn't that abstract. It's more virtual insanity more than anything.
For the second day I want to talk about lights. I get highly affected by lights. The brighter the light the better. I noticed this last year when in our lecture room we discovered we could dim the lights, really bright, bright, medium, low or really low.
Lecturer went from really low to really bright. And I could sense a feeling growing inside me, kinda like a sense of happiness and contentment--making me practically glowing due to the intensity of the light.
I know why this is. It's because come the Autumn months, I suffer with S.A.D. really badly. The lack of light just causes me to become sad and really badly affected.
Instead, to treat it, I've found bright lights, lots of them, usually do the trick. That said, I could just walk into a light-chandelier shop and just jump around and be all cheered up. The fantastic lights! wooo!
But sadly, lights? Hmmm increase on the electricity bill, so no can do... :(
Physically I need lots of light. Spiritually, I have light... my path is lit up :)
On the contrary there's simply so much more to learn about light. I thought I knew, but evidently I do not. This photography thing is made up and highly affected by light, just like I am. What with white balance, natural light, shadows, exposure etc etc.
And there's the whole deal with light frequencies with regards to the strobes and studio lighting, which I don't think I'm ready to learn just yet... I'm sure I will, in time. And I'll love it all the more... As much as I love light, one thing at a time me thinks...
My eyes were watering due to the wind when I was taking this - a bright, blustery day, just right for a walk on the beach!
It was so windy the spray was being blown off the breakers and up the sloping cliffs on the right - you can see the mist on the larger sizes.
In the distance on the left, you can also see the breakwater and lighthouse on the mouth of the Tyne, with the coastguard station and the old ruined Tynemouth priory standing silhouetted on the headland, where this other image was taken.
Cleaning out the closet, this morning. Here is a bandw version of these.
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Young women taking part in a demonstration supporting the counterculture commune of Christiania, in Copenhagen, Denmark
Esconjuraderos, Humilladeros o Comunidors
Las tormentas, las lluvias intensas, los rayos y truenos, y un largo etcétera tuvieron amedrentados a nuestros antepasados, sobre todo a aquellos cuyas vidas dependían directamente de la temperie. Perder los cultivos, ganado, la casa, los bienes, etc., y, en general, el trabajo de un tiempo considerable en unos minutos por la llegada de una inoportuna tormenta, vientos huracanados, etc., tuvo que ser, y es, un hecho muy doloroso.
¿Cómo se defendían de las inclemencias del tiempo? ¿Cómo ahuyentaban a las tormentas, los rayos, granizadas y lluvias devastadoras?. No había radares, ni imágenes de satélite, no lanzaban cohetes con ioduro de plata, ni había avionetas “salvadoras”. La oración, los conjuros y otras actividades mágicas eran las únicas herramientas de las que disponían para luchar contra la intemperie. Unas veces aliados con la magia y otras con la religión, los conjuros, oraciones y ritos, mitad pagano, mitad religioso, se mezclaban entre si para alejar o mitigar el efecto de los males del tiempo.
En algunos pueblos y poblaciones se construyeron pequeñas edificaciones para “luchar” contra las tormentas realizando estas prácticas, cuyo origen estaba perdido en la lejanía de los tiempos. Las campanas de las iglesias fueron otro de los elementos que se utilizó en la desigual lucha contra los meteoros dañinos. Pero eso es otro tema.
Lo llamativo del caso, que nos trae a cuento, es que las edificaciones de las que vamos a hablar salieron, en general, físicamente del recinto religioso donde se celebraban las misas tradicionales y por tanto estaban expuestas a los vientos y otros elementos atmosféricos. ¿Quizá para que el celebrante estuviera más en contacto con la realidad mundana y, por supuesto, con la atmósfera?.
Transcribimos, con sus referencias, lo que hemos encontrado en la red y nos han apuntado algunos lectores.
Los esconjuraderos del Sobrarbe
Los esconjuraderos son unas sencillas construcciones de piedra, orientadas a los cuatro puntos cardinales y cercanas al templo parroquial que servían para conjurar, desconjurar o esconxugar, los males que atenazaran al pueblo, en su mayoría en forma de tormentas. Estas construcciones son habitualmente cuadradas, aunque las hay también circulares, y en ocasiones tienen una cruz encima de la techumbre o dentro del edificio.
En Sobrarbe, comarca pirenaica de Huesca, los encontrarás en Asín de Broto, Burgasé, Campol, Asín, Guaso, Almazorre, Mediano y San Vicente de Labuerda. Cuando la bruxa del lugar enviaba la tormenta, repicaban las campanas, el mosén corría a refugiarse en el esconjuradero, y lanzando a viva voz las formulas sagradas, asperjaba agua bendita contra las nubes negras. Hoy se conserva una de esas fórmulas que el mosén gritaba en San Vicente:
"Boiretas en San Bizien y Labuerda: no apedregaráz cuando lleguéz t'Araguás: ¡zi! ¡zas!"
A los esconjuraderos hay que ir en día despejado..., no porque pongamos en duda su funcionamiento sino porque normalmente desde su situación podremos ver las vistas más hermosas.
Referencia: Esconjuradero e Iglesia de Asín de Broto
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Killer Whale by Haida artist, Bill Reid. Located in front of the Vancouver Aquarium in Stanley Park.
This is one of my favourite mistakes!! I love how the lines of motion came out here, I personally love it. Not sure about you! We'll see! (=
And every bruise tells a sob story.
No, I've not been beaten up. But I nearly bust my knee in shortly after Day 164 was taken. The funny thing is, I wasn't walking/running in high heels. But mainly trainers. And the floor was wet due to the typical British rain. And I was late. And I dodge a silly woman on phone. Only to lose my footing and slip on the wet metal drain on the floor.
Mid-air I went, for a split 0.01 nano second. Then my knee smacked into the metal, next my chest, then my hand which resulted to protecting my face.
I honestly thought I bust my knee in, but I managed to get up (when two kind gentlemen rushed over to see if I was ok). I said I was ok, then scrambled up, and hobbled off like a cripple, still late.
I checked later, my jeans had no hole and there was no rip. My little finger was skinned red raw (still hits when I wash hands, which I am famous for washing regularly, minor OCD with clean hands); and chest was ok (thank God for big boobs to protect my ribs!); but my knee was bloody. It was swollen big time!
It's calmed down now. Bruises almighty. And the blood has dried up. Chinese people don't believe in calming down the swelling with frozen bags. My mother believes strongly that it will result to "feng or fung-shup" (literal translation: wind wet), believing that later on in life, I will get achy joints and pains when it the weather is windy and rainy.
I don't care, as long as I get something on there. Which I do. Chinese medicine oil. Which I swear hand-on-heart works.
So there we are. A tale and a sob story. And left with what you see in the picture. Left with a really tired and achy body (I'm sure I pulled a few muscles when I was in mid-air).
Yep. I lasted about 5 minutes before I ended up crying, whilst hobbling in town, under the umbrella, under the rain. The pain hurt, physically, emotionally and well, mentally... It's been a very very bad week. And the tears came again, simply crying in the rain feeling sorry for myself.
This is 1 of 2 photos I'm uploading as a series. This little fella is wondering what the hell happened to his little buddy, "we were playing so nice then he just started crying for no resaon, I don't know what to do...."
saw these outside my office door at work and I thought I'd try to make it look like something one of my very favourite flickr friends, omnia, might do. I know I failed miserably compared to her incredible work, but at least she's inspired me to try.
thanks omnia!
girl in a cemetary:
Digital infrared cameras have a haunting effect on portraits (particularly skin tones).
I was taking pictures in a cemetery with a friend of mine and we started talking to a couple of photography students working on a class assignment. I asked one of the girls if I could take her picture with my infrared camera, a modified Nikon 995, and this image is the result.
Image reflects mild cropping and levels adjustment in PhotoShop. Colors are right out of the camera.
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