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An alternative shot that I'd taken for this week's Macro Mondays theme of Poisonous as chocolate certainly can be for dogs.
» The 100 Bicycles project: 100 different bicycles photographed in detail. This is bicycle number 26.
To learn more about this project see the 100bicycles group.
could not believe my luck when this critter appeared from some drift wood I was using as a prop but as he was very much alive it was very hard to capture him still enough, really want him to crawl out the eye of the skull which he do but was too fast for me lol!
Macro Monday theme of the week is “Handmade”. The photo shows decorative butt wrap winding on a fishing rod I made in the mid 70's. Graphite rods were new on the market and quite expensive. Was able to make my first graphite rod for less then a low cost glass fishing rod in stores at the time. The blank was in the bargain barrel at the tackle and rod material store. It was a 4 ft fly rod tip section and I extended the end with a glass rod blank for the handle end to make it 5 ft. After all these years it is my favorite panfish rod but has landed more than it's share of game fish.
A picture of a watch without anything else is at worst an image of someone else’s art and at best can be a showcase for the photographer’s expertise at exposure and composition. This image has more meaning to me than you may grasp at first glance so I’ll complete the story here. SPOILER ALERT: It’s a bit long so if you’d like to skip it ... that’s Okay. Just remember to enjoy Today.
The title may attract the attention of a few people already familiar with the acronym. More later ... I purchased the timepiece pictured some 50 or more years ago and it has always been a disappointment ... it still looks almost pristine! It’s promise was that it was self-winding, that is by some engineering magic once it was wound and put on my wrist it somehow was supposed to stay wound enough to keep “good time”. Well, here’s the basic truth; if I wind it up and let it lay on the shelf it will keep perfect time until it runs down in a couple of days. If put it on my wrist it will randomly stop for 5 or 10 minutes at a time from the first hour on ... making it functionally useless!
In the mid-80s after a life changing event I learned that I can only live One Day at a Time (ODaaT). I realized this independent worthless timepiece is in fact a constant reminder that I only have today ... yesterday is history and tomorrow is not yet in play.
It has no other numbers than today’s calendar number and day ... today ... if I keep it wound. My every attempt to use it for my purposes by wearing it ... my actions ... screws up it’s basic time keeping function so if I let go and let it do it’s thing on the shelf all works just fine. I’m some 16 years into retirement and I removed my “working” watch the day I retired ... I know where time is being kept and I can freely live TODAY. If you got this far Happy Macro Monday ... and enjoy today. HMM Everyone.
This is created for Macro Mondays! as a "Pull" idea. I noticed that it also includes a "push button" just above the trigger so maybe it goes both ways. HMM everyone
Las Vegas, Nevada
One of the best places in Las Vegas was the M&M store.It was colorful and fun and there was a free 3D movie to boot. This was a fun part of the decor.
Today is Liberation Day, explosives from WWII can still be found, I found this two weeks ago, about 40 cm long.
Marzia had floated somewhere very far away from her bed in the Ravenclaw dorm. Somewhere ancient, with crumbling ruins that were being reclaimed by ivy. Books and pages drifted through the air, lazily. Everything smelled a bit like rain, or perhaps it was morning dew...
For what felt an eternity, Marzia walked, completely alone. The ruins felt as if they were devoid of any life. The ache of an empty world was almost sorrowful. The loneliness was heavy in her chest.
After a time, Marzia found something else flowed through the ruins, that wasn't the smell of damp or the pages of a forgotten tome. She followed the sound of warmth, a rumbling baritone, before she came across him. A glorious kneazle, batting away at the floating pages...