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As the title says, A HDR shot of Neigh Bridge Lake.
Aperture ƒ/18.0
Focal length 17.0 mm
Shutter 0.5 seconds
ISO 100
Es war eisig, fotografieren nur kurz möglich weil die Hände schnell taub wurden - aber wunderschön.
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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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Rehbach ©ArtundUnart 2017
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I adore this suit that Gizza made for the Liaison Collaborative this round and after getting dressed it reminded me of my horse show days. I tossed on COCO’s boots and I was ready to tack up and hit the ring. My beautiful giant horse is one of the many that my dear friend is selling on Pegasoi. They are pretty cool. Simply hop aboard to ride, click and the menu will rez an assortment of saddles, a sulky and a bridal. She neighs, stomps and .....
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Dave Neigh of Steel City Rovers Celtic band taken at Almonte Celtfest, 2018.
I flipped the image on the left so that the two images would be facing each other.
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Eel Pie Island supposedly got its name from the famous pastries sold here in a distant past when that particular fish was so plentiful in the surrounding waters. For centuries, the island — accessible only by a ferry — was a retreat for those craving quiet, or privacy.
The ait is rumoured to have been the site of a monastery and much later was suppos-edly used as a ‘courting ground’ by Henry VIII. From at least the early 17th century it attracted day-trippers, who came to picnic or fish here, and later to enjoy the renowned pies that were made with locally caught eels and served at the White Cross public house. Although this culinary speciality is the most obvious (and likely) expla-na-tion of the island’s present-day name, another story suggests that a royal mistress who had a house here called it Île de Paix (island of peace), which was folk-angli-cised as ‘Eel Pie’.
Twick-enham Rowing Club has been based on Eel Pie Island since 1880, twenty years after it was founded by local resident Henri d’Orleans, Duc d’Aumale.
Many of the island’s wood-framed prop-er-ties date from the early 1900s, when they were used as summer houses by wealthy Edwardian Londoners. The struc-tures survive well and fetch high prices. The island’s pedes-trian bridge was built in 1957.
In the 1950s and 60s the ait became famous for its noisy jazz club at the Eel Pie Island Hotel, where the Rolling Stones first emerged, and The Who, Pink Floyd and Genesis also played gigs early in their careers. Eel Pie Island has even been called ‘the place where the Sixties began’. The hotel closed in 1967 and briefly became something of a hippie commune before it burned down during its demoliton in 1971.
In 1996 a boatyard and 60 neigh-bouring artists’ studios also burnt down. An appeal brought donations from the local community in Twick-enham as well as from several rock stars.
The island is nowadays home to around two dozen artists’ studios, situated in and around the boatyard. Twice a year, the studios open their doors to visitors, providing an oppor-tu-nity to talk to the artists and buy or commis-sion new artworks.
Most of the island is private property and there’s not much oppor-tu-nity to wander off the sole arterial path. As Miss Immy points out in her delight-fully illus-trated blog post on the subject, “To be honest, unless it’s the artists’ open day weekend, or you happen to know someone who lives on the island, there is very little to see there these days.”
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This little lady had obviously become separated from her herd. We heard her neighing loudly in the distance. She then came galloping through the gorse. Stopped dead: let out another loud whinny and with ears foward, listened for a reply and then galloped off again. She was probably so engrossed in munching the grass, she missed them moving off. You see/hear it with the cows as well when one gets separated. They will moo loudly until they find their herd
Until the late 18th century this bird was thought to be a species of lark. I mentioned recently that the word tit, as in titmouse, meant small, and this bird was usually known as the Tit Lark (ie Small Lark). Christopher Merrett was the first to use the name Titlark in print in 1667 and it was used in every British bird book until Thomas Pennant in 1768 drew attention to a previously unrecorded minor name that birdcatchers used for a small type of lark that they called "pippit", which was clearly imitative of the call. In 1795 Johann Bechstein separated the Pipits from the Larks and a few years later, created a new genus for the Pipits (Anthus). George Montagu (1802) was first to embrace the name Pipit (which he spelled with one p in the middle). He coined the current names for the three British species; Meadow Pipit (but also used Pipit Lark), Rock Pipit, and Tree Pipit. Montagu was the first person to record that the Tree Pipit commences its song flight from a tree, and alights on a tree. Whereas Meadow Pipit takes off from the ground and lands on the ground for its song flight.
I photographed this Meadow Pipit in the Peak District earlier this year. Its scientific name Anthus pratensis prosaically translates as small bird of the meadow. The name anthus was used by Pliny and Aristotle for a small grassland bird, but not identified to a species. Anthus in Greek mythology was the son of Antinous and Hippodamia, who was killed by his father's horses and metamorphosed into a bird, which imitated the neighing of horses, but fled at their sight.
Classic New England Red barn house in the seasons first heavy snow, the beauty wasn't much the snow, but a young horse neighing playing in the snow and how it was echoing in the valley.
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Kormoran ©ArtundUnart 2017
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Hooves they rise, tail does fly
Excitement fills the equine eye
Racing here, galloping there
Neighs they fill the country air
Wildness fills the equine eye
As hooves they race, and a mane does fly
22. Still Heard Singing and Neighing Horses 2 - 13/11/2015
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Return Thursday 9/1/2016; see tips on from where and how to photograph them. Willamette River, between the Hawthorne and Marquam Bridges, Portland, Oregon. Be there via lightbox. Six consecutive 4 second exposures. NB37890-95
It is nice to discover a location this good in London which is not often photographed. I found it on a Website which gives 95 locations for Photography in London which has given me a few ideas. The link is london.photography/ It is on the junction of Three Oak Lane and Queen Elizabeth Street, a side street off Tower Bridge Road on the South Bank. The apartments go along the road widening in the middle to form a great circle. Photographically there was a neat combination of the great wall colours, the balconies forming diagonals and of course the Horse Statue. Really the location was ideal for HDR and a wide angle. To get the shot I had to do the standing in the middle of the road thing but there were few cars and any driver not seeing me would certainly see the Horse Statue, also in the middle of the road.
The apartments were built in the 1980’s The horse is called ‘Jacob’ and depicts one of the famous Courage dray horses which were stabled on this site from the early 19th century and delivered beer around London from the brewery in nearby Horselydown Lane. The Horse Sculpture was flown into the location by a helicopter and lowered into place.
The shot was taken with a Sony A68 with a Sigma 10-20mm lens at 10 mm. 3 images for HDR. Processed with Photomatix 6 using contrast Optimiser for a natural look. Topaz Clarity was used to add detail. Two Brightness Contrast Adjustment layers were used to brighten the foreground and darken the sky using layer masks and selections to limit the brush use on the masks to the required areas. Unsharp mask at settings of 43 amount and 43 Radius was used to add more pop and clarity.
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Covington, Kentucky. USA
When fire is cried and danger is neigh,
"God and the firemen" is the people's cry;
But when 'tis out and all things righted,
God is forgotten and the firemen slighted.
~ Author unknown
This turned out to be a spur of the moment shot. After being in a stable pose for a while, the horse said:
"Hay, I'm not trying to stirrup trouble and I appreciate your unbridled enthusiasm for finding the right moment, but whinny you going to get off your high horse, quit stalling and either pony up with the shot it or hoof it out of here?"
So I was saddled with a decision - either quit jockeying for good position or rein it in, be quick and take it furlong or he might say neigh.
So I bit the billet, shod it, told him he was so nice that any pal of his was sure to a palomino. Then I baled out of there as quickly as possible on and trotted off.
I think you got the mane idea, so I'm done horsing around now and I'm riding off into the sunset (or snow as the case may be).
Visited the Equestrian stables in the "neigh"bourhood & met this beauty, who kindly posed for me! Just a little horse humour here, lol! Best viewed large =)
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Who is more encaged, ANIMALS or HUMAN BEINGS?
Who is more trapped?
Who holds the cage?
Who? not an easy answer at all !
the serenity the beauty the graceful GORILLA feeding his young one, carrying him on his back, the leopard on the mountain top spotting his prey, the hamster picking up a stray from the litter. The GIRAFFE at sunset picking berries from 20 feet above ground.
The serenity, the beauty the amazingly picturesque daily existence of the HUMAN being sweating at the super market cursing the prices, jogging believing that will add years to your life as it kills your spine, carrying 7 bags of groceries that cost twice more than they cost 1 year ago, maintaining a house, working 24/7, stuck in traffic 2 hours a day, crying over the RECESSION because GREED finally showed its ugly face in our GREEDY society,
planning the 250 thousand dollars to pay for kids tuition, the bills, the heat, the cold, the taxes, the tattooed adolescents who rebel against you, the husband or wife who has lost interest, the 2 weeks vacation you get that you really don’t care if you take it or not, the routine, the rituals, your visits to shrinks, the ANTIDEPRESSANTS, and life without the TV the CABLE the WEB the facebook, the wrinkles on your face, the spots on your skin, that real ugly one that you noticed only recently ,cursing the slow working computer, the 4 hours at night after work is over to nourish your brain with CNN FOX and inane comedy shows........... the weekend spent shopping..........cleaning.......the strained family relations as people get old sick and more self hating............is this morbid enough?
IS there enough stress in your life or do you want more?
How about the time to work out, meet with friends, watch a new movie, read a new book, write a new song, learn to play a new instrument, have a hobby,
DO SOMETHING THAT YOU DONT ORDINARILY HAVE TO?
where is the romance? where is the "im looking forward to stuff anymore"
IS THIS ALL THERE IS?????????????????????????????????
DID all YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE IN YOUR LIFE FOR YOU?
did they?
are you happy?
are you in a RUT? like the caged TIGER?
are you any better? Because you are conscious of your wonderful existence a la the “EXISTENTIALISTS”?
Are you living the AMERICAN DREAM?
who is the one really encaged?
GROWL,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, RUFFFFFFFFF.....................ROAR......................NEIGH........................
Photography’s new conscience
A tad bit late - but here's a photo of RDK Petrificus Totalus and I at Evergarden Equestrian's Valen-Neigh Horse Show.
We got first place.
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Okay, we didn't. But it was a lot of fun!
Don't mind my botched reins.
Another beautiful horse to share with you all, this one was standing off to the side from the horses in my previous upload.
On a side note, i just reported and blocked an account that added a few of my pictures to a personal gallery. I am like, 99.9 percent sure the person was planning to steal people's photos and use them to create NFTs, that stupid crypto scam. I hate cryptocurrency and i hate NFTs, i will leave it at that.
A murky day, a bunch of feisty horses, and nice green, early summer pastureland. :-) Somewhere out in the Palouse of WA.
Amid a storm of galloping, bucking, head tossing, and neighing, the horses took a stand and stared back.
Think this is a nasty horse-fly but couldn’t be sure. You can’t see from this angle but it has a really long body and just looks mean. It was sunning itself on this old bench, unfortunately I only had a zoom lens on not a macro.
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A sunset shot from Neigh Bridge Lake with a slight HDR treatment & some curve adjustment.
Aperture ƒ/18.0
Focal length 17.0 mm
Shutter 0.3 secs
ISO 100
Nikon F80
Nikkor 28-80mm f/3.5-5.6 D
Kodak Portra 800 (Lab developed. Home scanned and converted with Negative Lab Pro)
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I am definitely not a city person, and I'm so very thankful that I can live in the country. :)
It was crazy windy today! The wind almost knocked me over while taking a photo. The animals didn't seem to mind it much, and they were very energetic. Two playful calves were running back and forth and around and around the grownups. They were so cute! The horses were playful as well, though I missed capturing it. The one galloping horse I tried to photograph ran straight to my car to talk to my neighing daughter. :)
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Abstrakt in S/W©ArtundUnart 2017
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Explore #52 - 16.07.2009 & Explore Front Page
His palace bright
Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold,
And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks,
Glar'd a blood-red through all its thousand courts,
Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries;
And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds
Flush'd angerly: while sometimes eagle's wings,
Unseen before by Gods or wondering men,
Darken'd the place; and neighing steeds were heard,
Not heard before by Gods or wondering men.
From Hyperion by John Keats (1795-1821)
Best Viewed Large On Black - Whitby, Porirua, New Zealand [?]
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Old Barn
by Vance Oliphant
Just down the road... around the bend,
Stands an old empty barn; nearing the end.
It has sheltered no animals for many years;
No dairy cows, no horses, no sheep, no steers.
The neigh of a horse; the low of a cow;
Those sounds have been absent for some time now.
There was a time when the loft was full of hay,
And the resounding echoes of children at play.
At one time the paint was a bold shade of red;
Gradually faded by weather and the sun overhead.
The doors swing in the wind... the hinges are loose,
Windows and siding have taken a lot of abuse.
The fork, rope and pulleys lifted hay to the mow,
A task that always brought sweat to the brow.
But those good days are gone; forever it seems,
And that old barn now stands with sagging beams.
It is now home to pigeons, rats and mice;
The interior is tattered and doesn't look very nice.
Old, abandoned barns have become a trend,
Just down the road... around the bend.
"I am 75 years old and find it heartbreaking to see what were once vibrant, well-kept barns, slowly falling into ruin. I have tried to put my feelings into verse."
~ Vance Oliphant, Cedar Rapids, Iowa
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I love the look of weathered lumber. It takes years of being exposed to blazing sun and raging storms to create this beauty. And so it is with people … weathering the storms of life and standing the tests of time creates beauty in the soul who is willing to gracefully endure.
These horses are kept in vast open meadows beneath these stunning mountainscapes of Dolomites. Real huge spaces that are enchanting at dawn or for that matter any time of the day. To go inside though is a challenge I wasn't prepared the first time. there is a single wire short fence surrounding these areas that I unwittingly tried to jump over. The wire briefly touched a very sensitive region of my body & I realized with a sharp shock that the wire had electricity running through & my southern region wasn't a non-conductor of electrons. I haven't been tickled like that ever in my life & never would I dream for a repeat shock there.
The second time I was smart, on seeing the sun peak over the Sossoluongo mountains & the steeds neigh me over, I slid my camera bag & myself very carefully, very slowly under the wire & yeyy, I was there with the stallion & his harem.
What a great way to start the day....in spite of the shocking false start earlier! Good morning fellas!
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This stallion cracked me up as he ran around loudly neighing as mares were ridden past his field, and he looked like he was laughing at me.
Laufen, laufen
quer durch den Real,
rechts die H-Milch,
dran vorbei
links die Wurst,
die will ich nicht.
Menschen schieben große Wagen,
laden ein und laden ein,
Haribo lockt mit Sonderangeboten,
Nimm drei, Zahl zwei
Widerstand scheint zwecklos zu sein
Blick auf meinen Einkaufszettel
hab ich alles was ich brauch'?
Wollt ich wirklich diesen Käse und
was war dieses Grüne noch?
Ab zur Kasse und Finale.
Einmal hin - zu viel drin
Kaufen, kaufen
im Real
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mitten im Real @ArtundUnart 2017
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This is my Weather Orb/Ball. It is predicting fair weather. I set it on the dresser in my Art/Photography room and shot the photo with the neighbor's house in the Orb.
A shot from amongst the grass during another Neigh Bridge Lake sunset.
Pentax K-5
Tamron 17-50mm
Aperture ƒ/18.0
Focal length 18.0 mm
Shutter 2 secs
ISO 80
La crucifixion de Jésus est représentée dans un vaste paysage. Au premier plan, une procession sinueuse se dirige vers une ville. Le cadrage serré et la présence de nombreux figurants confèrent à l'image un caractère théâtral. La scène illustre le moment où le centurion aveugle Longinus perce le flanc de Jésus. Une goutte de sang tombe sur la main du centurion, qui s'en touche l'œil et recouvre la vue. À cet instant précis, Jésus meurt et, comme le décrit la Bible, les ténèbres s'abattent. Fait remarquable, cela ne concerne que la ville située à l'arrière-plan, à droite ; celle de gauche est épargnée. Grâce à la fidélité de la représentation des bâtiments, on reconnaît Jérusalem, la ville sainte. Il est fort probable que Jan Provoost ait visité cette ville en pèlerinage et se soit inspiré de ses propres observations pour composer le paysage urbain de ce tableau. Il est possible que cette Crucifixion ait fait partie d'un triptyque, avec deux scènes de la vie de sainte Catherine (actuellement conservées au musée Boijmans van Beuningen de Rotterdam et au Musée royal des Beaux-Arts d'Anvers, KMSKA). Selon la reconstitution, ce triptyque aurait constitué le retable de la chapelle de Jérusalem à Bruges, où sont conservés comme reliques un éclat de la croix et un morceau de soie ayant appartenu à sainte Catherine.
Le cortège de spectateurs et de soldats retournant à Jérusalem après la crucifixion regorge de détails qui captiveront votre attention. Les gens discutent, désignent Jésus du doigt et, assis sur leurs chevaux, s'adressent la parole. L'excitation est palpable, le hennissement des chevaux et les conversations de la foule sont presque audibles.
Cela contraste fortement avec le moment où Jésus est transpercé au flanc et prononce ses dernières paroles avant de mourir. Il domine sereinement l'assemblée, accompagné seulement des deux bourreaux et de deux anges qui soutiennent son pagne. Ces chérubins constituent un élément important de la composition, car ils sont rarement représentés sur le Calvaire. Leur présence fait référence à l'Eucharistie. La mort de Jésus sur la croix est un sacrifice par lequel, selon la foi chrétienne, les croyants retrouvent l'accès au ciel. L'Eucharistie, partie intégrante de la messe liturgique où le pain et le vin (symbolisant le corps et le sang du Christ) sont partagés avec les fidèles, évoque ce sacrifice. Ceci confirme que ce tableau devait être un retable, devant lequel la messe était célébrée.
The crucifixion of Jesus is depicted in a vast landscape. In the foreground, a winding procession makes its way toward a city. The tight framing and the presence of numerous figures lend the image a theatrical quality. The scene illustrates the moment when the blind centurion Longinus pierces Jesus' side. A drop of blood falls on the centurion's hand, which he touches to his eye, restoring his sight. At that precise moment, Jesus dies, and, as the Bible describes, darkness falls. Remarkably, this only affects the city in the background, on the right; the one on the left is spared. Thanks to the faithful depiction of the buildings, we recognize Jerusalem, the holy city. It is highly probable that Jan Provoost visited this city on pilgrimage and drew upon his own observations to compose the urban landscape of this painting. It is possible that this Crucifixion was part of a triptych, along with two scenes from the life of Saint Catherine (currently housed in the Boijmans van Beuningen Museum in Rotterdam and the Royal Museum of Fine Arts Antwerp, KMSKA). According to the reconstruction, this triptych would have formed the altarpiece of the Jerusalem Chapel in Bruges, where a fragment of the cross and a piece of silk that belonged to Saint Catherine are kept as relics.
The procession of spectators and soldiers returning to Jerusalem after the crucifixion is full of details that will captivate your attention. People are talking, pointing at Jesus, and, seated on their horses, conversing with one another. The excitement is palpable; the neighing of the horses and the conversations of the crowd are almost audible.
This contrasts sharply with the moment when Jesus is pierced in the side and utters his last words before dying. He serenely overlooks the assembly, accompanied only by the two executioners and two angels supporting his loincloth. These cherubs are an important element of the composition, as they are rarely depicted on Calvary scenes. Their presence alludes to the Eucharist. The death of Jesus on the cross is a sacrifice through which, according to Christian faith, believers regain access to heaven. The Eucharist, an integral part of the liturgical Mass where bread and wine (symbolizing the body and blood of Christ) are shared with the faithful, evokes this sacrifice. This confirms that this painting must have been an altarpiece, before which Mass was celebrated.