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I would like you to enjoy this photo as much as I do. It is slightly to the surreal side of it especially on the color of the sky due to my HDR work on the image, but it still is to me, a wonderful photo.
This is the frontal façade of SEGi University College in Kota Damansara, some 35 km from Kuala Lumpur city center. I was told that the student populations of this college are lopsided on female gender, something like, female 1,500 and male 300. And I could imagine how those male students are enjoying their college life there.
Talking about the place where the college is located, Kota Damansara, the area is actually situated in the township of Sungai Buloh (the township where my house is). When they started to develop the area, they named after the place as Kota Damansara for the purpose of fetching up better commercial values for the properties to be selling there. For those of you who are not familiar with this part of the planet; for Kuala Lumpur, the name “Damansara” is associated with an elite area. The name gives the impression of a classy and elegant place to stay at.
It is actually rooted from an elite housing estate where the crème de la crème of the society would live, called Damansara Heights. (Maybe it’s a little overstated to classify in that manner because bad hats with lots of money may also have chosen to live in the area, even politicians too). Hence, places that were later developed in the surroundings have had a ride on the word “Damansara” to go together with in the names. Those Damansaras are like; Damansara Damai, Sri Damansara, Prima Damansara and for this area, it is named as Kota Damansara.
Well, I am thinking of having the word “Damansara” in my name as well as to fetch up higher commercial value – like, GAB Damansara… Naaahhh!!! It doesn’t work that way! LOL!
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The magnificent spiral galaxy NGC 2276 looks a bit lopsided in this Hubble Space Telescope snapshot. A bright hub of older yellowish stars normally lies directly in the center of most spiral galaxies. But the bulge in NGC 2276 looks offset to the upper left.
What's going on?
In reality, a neighboring galaxy to the right of NGC 2276 (NGC 2300, not seen here) is gravitationally tugging on its disk of blue stars, pulling the stars on one side of the galaxy outward to distort the galaxy's normal fried-egg appearance.
This sort of "tug-of-war" between galaxies that pass close enough to feel each other's gravitational pull is not uncommon in the universe. But, like snowflakes, no two close encounters look exactly alike.
In addition, newborn and short-lived massive stars form a bright, blue arm along the upper left edge of NGC 2276. They trace out a lane of intense star formation. This may have been triggered by a prior collision with a dwarf galaxy. It could also be due to NGC 2276 plowing into the superheated gas that lies among galaxies in galaxy clusters. This would compress the gas to precipitate into stars, and trigger a firestorm of starbirth.
The spiral galaxy lies 120 million light-years away, in the northern constellation Cepheus.
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The real twilight zone. A delta town with an out of the way creepy metal building used as a thrift store. It was slightly lopsided. It too belonged in a horror movie. As I got further back in the building and rounded the corner and saw this group of horror show extras. my pacemaker worked extra hard. They creeped me out . A lady tripped as she approached them and cursed hurriedly getting away from the staring eyes. It seems Halloween has come early to this forgotten town. I find I have a real interest and fascination for these Delta towns all have the same energy Erie are quiet and nobody wants to share anything that’s happened even if you read about it in the paper.. everything is secrets, which, of course pushes me to want to know more
My second shot at photographing sand dunes in early morning shadows. My first, "Morning Dunes by N75 on HP5," by pure beginners luck, was Explored on November 2, 2019 at No. 82.
This photo is an exercise in lessons learned. First up, the yellow filter exaggerated the annular gradient in the sky. Not a bad thing, but given the movements of the rest of the composition, I don't like it. The center foreground is overexposed - that is polarized light blowing it out. Maybe a polarizing filter is in order to control that. That could control the annular gradient in the sky too. I got to the scene late, was rushed because the shadows would soon disappear, so didn't take my time to properly compose the scene - it is lopsided to the left. I'm not happy with the exaggerated perspective either. It's not necessarily a bad thing with sand dunes, I just don't like it in this instance.
The sand is extremely soft, so bits of plywood, cardboard, old plates, those things that Costco salads come in are needed to stabilize the legs of the tripod. I had none of that, so setting up the tripod/camera was a sporty thing.
I shot another photo of the dunes after this one, but somehow didn't properly set the sheet film holder in the camera and ruined the shot with a light leak.
The next time I go to this place, I'm going to get there about an hour before sunrise, take all three 4x5 view cameras, three tripods, and take my time taking photos. The place is mostly a big sandbox with only a few actual dunes. The nice thing is that this time of year it isn't too terribly hot, as Mesquite Flat is now, it is relatively close, only an hour and half to get there for me, and it has no restrictions on driving vehicles in the sand.
Calumet 4x5
Rodenstock Grandagon-N ƒ6.8 115mm
Ilford FP4+
Microphen
Explored August 13, 2020 Number 241.
My favorite of all the caterpillar pictures taken one afternoon. Everything is wrong with this image: DoF is too shallow, mandible is hidden among the tufts of "hair", caterpillar is lopsided. I'm not sure anyone could ID this caterpillar from this photo. But....It's still my favorite.
Am pretty sure that this is the larval stage of the Salt Marsh Moth. Take a look at the picture, posted in the comments, for a better look at this pretty fellow.
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I am ashamed to say, probably because we left our accommodation in a deluge, that I didn't have my trucks with me on the day we visited Porto Moniz. I will have top return for a swim another day. Apart from the high mountain scenery my favourite site within the island of Madeira were these naturally created lava pools. The eruption occurred 6,600 years ago and apart from a small amount of intervention from man with the creation of a few low concrete walls these pools are exactly as nature created them.
The island in the background that looks a little lopsided is Ilheu Mole and the rainbow seen here was natural as opposed to photoshop created.
Two photo stitch.
A tent named Bill
There are pictures that combine so many memories - and this one is one of them. It was created on the first morning in the United States after spending our first night in a tent. It has to be said that we hadn't camped for about 30 years and were completely out of practice when it came to setting up the tent and organizing all accessories.
And it should also be mentioned that our ears began to flutter at the prices for professional rental equipment in Boulder. We thanked them kindly for the advice so that we could go straight to the next Walmart and buy an equipment that was more convenient for the wallet. An elderly man named Bill served us at the Walmart. He showed understanding for our needs and pulled out a set for $ 98 from behind the table. It contained everything you need to survive: a tent, sleeping bags, two chairs, a lamp. A gas burner, pot and pan were quickly found, plus two comfortable air mattresses and several cans of broad beans ... and off we went into the wilderness.
Our starting point was Boulder. On the first day we didn't make it to Yellowstone National Park. An unplanned overnight stop had to be made. This is not so difficult in the US. There are many small places where you can log in by self-service and at the end you dutifully throw your obulus into a tin can. Our handicap on this memorable first day of travel was that we were neither familiar with our car nor with our equipment. And heaven knows how that damn tent was supposed to be set up. The onset of dusk didn't make it easier, because we didn't have any tools. To cut a long story short: the nerves were quickly bare and this was joined by an incursion of tiny moths that were concentrated wherever there was a bit of light. Michael lashed out wildly, I took it rather stoically, but setting up our tent was ... let's say ... difficult. As we went over to dinner, the contents of an open can of beans spilled over my pants. The moths had made themselves comfortable on the soup and slowly sank into the depths of the broth. Overwhelmed by a little too much nature and self-made chaos, we were overcome by tiredness. But the coldness of the night left us rattling in our cheap synthetic sleeping bags.
Our mood on the first morning was as lopsided as our tent, but the first ray of sun turned our mood skyward again.
In the photo you can see exactly this moment!
Es gibt Bilder, die vereinen so viele Erinnerungen in sich - und dieses hier ist so eines. Es entstand am ersten Morgen in den USA, nachdem wir eine Nacht im Zelt verbracht hatten. Dazu muss man sagen, dass wir ungefähr 30 Jahre nicht mehr gecampt hatten und völlig aus der Übung waren, was Zeltaufbau und Organisation allen Zubehörs anbetrifft.
Und zusätzlich ist zu erwähnen, dass uns bei den Preisen für eine Profi-Leihausrüstung in Boulder die Ohren zu flattern begannen, wir uns freundlich für die Beratung bedankten, um sofort Kurs auf den nächsten Walmart und eine Ausrüstung zu kaufen, die sich für den Geldbeutel angenehmer gestaltete. Im Walmart bediente uns ein älterer Herr namens Bill. Der zeigte Verständnis für unsere Bedürfnisse und zog gleich ein Set für 98 Dollar hinter dem Tisch hervor. Es enthielt alles was man zum Überleben braucht: Zelt, Schlafsäcke, zwei Stühle, eine Lampe. Ein Gasbrenner, Topf und Pfanne waren schnell gefunden, dazu noch zwei komfortable Luftmatrazen und mehrere Dosen dicke Bohnen ... und schon ging es in die Wildnis.
Unser Ausgangspunkt war Boulder. Am ersten Tag schafften wir es nicht den Yellowstone-Nationalpark zu erreichen. Ein ungeplanter Übernachtungsstop musste eingelegt werden. In den USA ist das nicht so schwer. Es gibt viele kleine Plätze, auf denen man sich im Selfservice einloggt und zum Schluss brav seinen Obulus in eine Blechbüchse wirft. Unser Handicap an diesem denkwürdigen ersten Reisetag war, dass wir weder mit unserem Auto noch mit unserem Equipment vertraut waren. Und wie dieses verdammte Zelt aufgebaut werden sollte, weiß der Himmel. Die einsetzende Dämmerung machte es nicht leichter, zumal uns auch jegliches Werkzeug fehlte. Um es kurz zu machen: die Nerven lagen schnell blank und dazu gesellte sich ein Einfall minikleiner Motten, die sich überall dort konzentrierten, wo ein bisschen Helligkeit war. Michael schlug wild um sich, ich nahm es eher stoisch, aber der Aufbau unseres Zeltes gestaltete sich ... sagen wir mal ... schwierig. Als wir zum Abendessen übergingen schwappte der Inhalt einer geöffneten Dose Bohnen schwappte über meine Hose. Die Motten hatten es sich auf der Suppe gemütlich gemacht und versanken langsam in den Tiefen der Brühe. Überwältigt von etwas zu viel Natur und selbstfabriziertem Chaos übermannte uns die Müdigkeit. Die Nacht aber ließ uns in unseren billigen Synthetik-Schlafsäcken klappern.
Unsere Laune am ersten Morgen war so schief wie unser Zelt, doch der erste Sonnenstrahl bog unsere Laune wieder himmelswärts.
Auf dem Foto seht ihr genau diesen Moment!
Yes, it's another shot of one of my favorite subjects... the boardwalk at Indian Creek Nature Center.
Credits:
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DeeTaleZ *Appliers* Catwa Heads *Myra*
[CAROL G] Lopsided Male TaTToo Applier
*AvaWay* Julianna Earrings @ Mainstore
Lop rabbit or lop-eared rabbit refers to any rabbit with ears that droop, as opposed to being carried erect. A number of rabbit breeds are characterized by such lop ears. Abnormalities in the skull of a half-lop rabbit were studied by Charles Darwin in 1868.
The defining feature of the lop rabbit is its ear carriage. Unlike the erect ear of the majority of domestic rabbit breeds, lop breeds have ears loosely drooping, with the opening of the ear facing the skull. Due to the slightly-raised cartilaginous ear base, the head of many lop rabbits (with the exception of English Lops) has a small bulge, referred to as the crown. The head of a typical lop rabbit is said to resemble that of a male sheep in profile, thus the German term for a lop rabbit (Widder, meaning Aries [the ram]), the French term (bélier, meaning ram) and the Italian term (ariete, from Latin aries).
A rabbit's ear, with its blood vessels close to the surface, is an essential thermoregulator, since rabbits cannot sweat. Longer ears are associated with warmer climates, and possibly even with a late-spring birth in cooler climates (when such rabbits are thought to develop summer ears). The additional weight of a longer or thicker ear is not always fully supported by the rest of the ear structure, resulting in ears that droop. The ears of some young lop rabbits may not achieve their full adult droop until the ear growth is finished. The ears of a lop rabbit prevent them hearing predators and maintaining a healthy body temperature. Both of these disadvantages keep them from surviving outdoor conditions.
For further information please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lop_rabbit
......and I'll do it again, I just can't resist it!
Well who can blame me, I do live in a rather hilly part of town :)
(Explored 7/2/2014 #16)
Nikkor 20mm AF f2.8D
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We went hiking near Half Moon Bay on the California coast. The weather was clear during the hike. I thought it will be too clear for a sunset shoot, e.g. too boring. The weather can change quickly. By the time we were at the Martin's Beach the sun was hidden behind clouds, stormy weather clouds. Martin's Beach has some nice rocks standing in the sea.
The Martin's Beach was long closed to the public because it was claimed as private land by a rich VC. For now it is open to the public, local authorities and the Coastal Commission demanded that the owner allow public access through his 89-acre beachfront. But he is now taking this to US Supreme Court, asking the highest court to declare the California Coastal Act unconstitutional! It would erode efforts to provide that kind of coastal access across the nation. More on that at lat.ms/2pK6JC7
Most European countries have freedom to roam laws, meaning that in general you can hike through private property as long as you do not damage it. When I came to the USA I was surprised by all the fences and "no trespassing" signs.
I processed a balanced, and a paintery HDR photo from a RAW exposure, merged them selectively, and adjusted the curves and color balance, this time lopsided towards yellow on purpose. I welcome and appreciate your critical feedback.
-- ƒ/8.0, 28 mm, 1/60 sec, ISO 100, Sony A7 II, FE 28-70mm F3.5-5.6 OSS, HDR, 1 RAW exposure, _DSC8764_hdr1bal1pai1f.jpg
-- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0, © Peter Thoeny, Quality HDR Photography
El río Mealt desemboca en una curiosa laguna con salida al mar, en la isla escocesa de Skye. Antes de caer al mar, se abre paso por un acantilado de columnas de basalto. El problema es lo ladeado que está el mirador y su barandilla, que no da para más y no puede sacarse un encuadre aceptable con larga exposición, pues poner el trípode allí es una operación de riesgo. Aún así, lo intenté y me vine con este ahorquillado de tres exposiciones de 10, 20 y 30 segundos, apiladas y procesadas con Lightroom.
The Mealt river flows into a curious lagoon near the sea, in the Scottish island of Skye. Before falling into the sea, water passes by a cliff of basalt columns. The problem is so lopsided that is the viewpoint and its banister, which it's not affordable with an acceptable long exposure shoot, then putting there the tripod is a risk operation. Still, I tried and I came with this bracketing of three exposures of 10, 20 and 30 seconds, stacked and processed with Lightroom.
The Old Man and the Dog
By Catherine Moore
"Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often.
The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his powers.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived... But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue..
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's
troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."
I listened as she read.. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed..
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention.. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog "Can you tell me about him?"
The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.." He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said..
I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
Anger rose inside me It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed.
At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.
We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.
Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed.. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article....
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. .. ..his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Some birds enjoying our lopsided birdbath.
Hope everyone is doing well and staying safe.
Click "L" to view on black.
I guess it was too hard for the workers to sand the bigger boards down to size...... Craters of the Moon, Taupo, New Zealand - 12-15-13
That is all about.
Light and perspective are the two basic ingredients in studio photography.
In a studio, light must be under complete control so the result must be exactly as the eye of the photographer wanted it to be.
Perspective is also basic. In this picture the subject was slightly lopsided, and combined with a good zoom (better for portraits), it "flats" the image regarding to the plane of camera sensor. Therefore, the model looks better without using the liquify filter in photoshop. Sometimes, a good control of the elements is much better than a good control of photoshop ;)
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Featuring the Jardiniere Winter Cottage from Scarlet Creative:
Scarlet Creative Jardiniere Cottage Winter
Scarlet Creative Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Scarlet%20Creative/245/20/33
Scarlet Creative Flickr: flic.kr/ps/KAmaN
HISA - Winter bush 2
HISA - Winter shrubbery 1
HISA - Winter shrubbery 2
HISA Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Hisa/123/117/22
HISA Flickr: flic.kr/ps/3RR2wW
Nutmeg. Exquisite Bath Ladder
Nutmeg. Countryside Laundry Clothesline (More LOD)
Nutmeg. The Lost Boots Snow / 1 (more LOD)
Nutmeg Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/REKA%20NUTMEG/233/125/21
Nutmeg Flickr: flic.kr/ps/Yr6Sn
Enaitch previously Knick Knacks:
::KKs:: Old snowy tree 3
::KKs:: The gates pieces 2 (rusty cream) B
::KKs:: little snow plot
::KKs:: The gates pieces 1 (rusty) 4
Enaitch Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Silent%20River/214/10/23
Enaitch Flickr: flic.kr/ps/34hi9f
Enaitch Linktr.ee: linktr.ee/knick_knacks
Misc:
Skye Enchanted Woods V3 4 Clearing
.:revival:. twig wreath
NOMAD // Snow Rock C
Botanical - Posed Wooden Cart (Tuscany) [Mod Copy]
DRD - Hackett's Cabin - Firewood
LOVE - BRANCH BUSH CLUSTER 4
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variation on the Sikh "Adi Shakti" the symbol for the primal creative force of the universe. basically it is feminine and has many facets, one is that everything has 2 sides. one may be positive and then one is always negative, etc.
it can balance the lopsided nature of any political leaning concepts.
Klein-Venedig / Bamberg / Bavaria / Germany
Album of Germany (the south): www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157712099...
My first attempt to video Jasmine. Not very good...but I'll keep practicing. Her harness doesn't fit well w/out the "packs" attached. ...so it goes lopsided. This was taken today at 6am.
"Bear bell" attached to her harness to alert the wildlife in the area to avoid surprise encounters.
Looks a bit lopsided, I tried to align it but it's messing with my head and eyes, I gave up! It was a bit wonky to begin with because of the snow... I feel it looks better on black.
I came across this young bull near the Savage in DNP. He had already shed one of his antlers, perhaps losing it in a battle with another bull.
Someone has pointed out that the V-shaped formation in which Canada geese so often fly is usually a bit lopsided.
Painters guild house / Bamberg / Bavaria / Germany
Album of Germany (the south): www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157712099...
Album of "Doors Of The world":
Excerpt from Art+Culture Walking Tour brochure:
This private home on 516 Walden Drive, with its pointy, lopsided roof, tiny windows and distressed façade, is nestled in an intentionally overgrown English-style garden and was once surrounded by a moat-like pond. The house was originally built in 1921 to serve as offices and dressing rooms for a film studio in Culver City, and was moved to its present location in 1934.
Explanation: To the eye, this cosmic composition nicely balances the Bubble Nebula at the lower left with open star cluster M52 above it and to the right. The pair would be lopsided on other scales, though. Embedded in a complex of interstellar dust and gas and blown by the winds from a single, massive O-type star, the Bubble Nebula, also known as NGC 7635, is a mere 10 light-years wide. On the other hand, M52 is a rich open cluster of around a thousand stars. The cluster is about 25 light-years across. Seen toward the northern boundary of Cassiopeia, distance estimates for the Bubble Nebula and associated cloud complex are around 11,000 light-years, while star cluster M52 lies nearly 5,000 light-years away. The wide telescopic field of view spans about one degrees on the sky or two times the apparent size of the Full Moon. (Text: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap131008.html )
This picture was photographed during September, 4-6 , 2014 in Khlepcha observatory, Ukraine.
In this picture I discover an planetary nebula pKjPn8 (also known as PN G112.5-00.1) is a very unusual bipolar planetary nebula. Its complex structure is the result of irregular ejections of gas in different directions. (www.noao.edu/image_gallery/html/im1089.html)
Equipment: home assembled reflector 10 in., f/3.8
Mount WhiteSwan-180 with control "EQDrive Standart", camera QSI-583wsg, Tevevue Paracorr-2. Off-axis guidecamera QHY5L-II.
LRGB and narrow Ha filter set Baader Planetarium.
L = 32*450 sec.+20*90 sec. unbinned
RGB= 12*200-300 sec. bin.2.
Ha=24*900 sec., unbinned. Total 13 hours.
FWHM 1.99"-2.70" , sum in L channel - 2.42"
Processed Pixinsight 1.8 and Photoshop CS6
♪♫"...you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder" ♫♪
This is from the other day when it was warm and sunny and beautiful...I even got a sunburn on one shoulder (so I'm lopsided now, haha) And today....today it is snowing.
The sharpening it kinda terrible on Flickr (like usual)
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Florida Bee Killer -- Mallophora bomboides laying eggs. An exciting day last week when we found 15 to 20 of these fascinating large, bumblebee-mimicking robber flies laying eggs in the prairie. The UF page (link below) says they lay eggs into the soil, but apparently that is not true -- though I gather their larva do go to the ground to feed.
The bee killers were laying near the top of tall dead stalks of (likely) Lopsided Indiangrass, (Sorghastrum secundum) which were blowing around in the wind, making it a difficult shoot. Probably 8 of every 10 images were out of focus! The good part was they allowed a closer than usual approach while busy with their task.
More about bee killers: entnemdept.ufl.edu/creatures/misc/flies/bee_killers.htm
Another image from Sunday's saunter around the quayside area of Newcastle and Gateshead.
i know the buildings look lopsided,but thats the wide angle lens for ya :)
i would possibly have considered straightening the shot,but my ps skills are mediocre at best and i like it just the way it is thank you :)
EXIF....F22....1/20 SECOND....ISO 100....17MM....LEE 0.9 ND GRAD (SOFT)
Bamberg / Bavaria / Germany
Album of Germany (the south): www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157712099...
Album of "Doors Of The world":