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Thank's to Sophia for snapping this picture, last year, in Albany NY, on our way to lunch at the Rainbow commnity center -- too bad we don't have such a meeting place in Montréal!
This isn't my usual. I watched as this gentleman carefully sorted through the "butts" and then went over and broke them down into a peanut butter jar saving the tobacco. I focused on the “butts” because as you can see he was not only careful to get the ones that had some tobacco left, but also left them in a neat manner. What bothers me is that we, as a world society, could do better helping people like this, but we don’t. As long as they are not sleeping in our back yards they remain “out of focus.”
note to self: when taking self-portraits make sure the timers are synchronised
info: D700, 85mm1.4G, @ f/2.0, Shutter 1/8s,
45inch umbrella camera right approximately 4ft distance (3 o'clock)
subject distance from camera: 4.73m or 15.37 ft
SB-700 @ 50mm 1/16th output
ISO: 320
speedlight triggered by SU-800 commander
best view: "fullscreen" mode
thank you for viewing, critique welcome.
It's a jungle out there
Disorder and confusion everywhere
No one seems to care
Well, I do
Hey! Who's in charge here?
It's a jungle out there
Poison in the very air we breathe
You know what's in the water that you drink?
Well I do, and it's amazing
People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time
If you paid attention, you'd be worried too
You better pay attention
Or this world you love so much might just kill you
I could be wrong now, but I don't think so!
'Cause it's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there!
It's a jungle out there
Whenever a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go through it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the power of the flock.
In the fall when you see geese heading south for the winter flying in the "V" formation, you might be interested in knowing what science has discovered about why they fly that way.
It has been learned that as each bird flaps its wings, it creates uplift for the bird immediately following. By flying in a "V" formation, the whole flock adds at least 71% greater range than if each bird flew on its own.
As my wife and I were driving Route 23 north in Kentucky headed towards West Virginia, I noticed a train headed in our same direction. I then noticed that the lead engine was a Canadian Pacific diesel, which I've never seen one in person. I looked at my wife and pretty much just said I was going to get ahead of it and stop to take a few pictures. Thankfully the tracks pace the road for several miles along that stretch of 23, so I sped up, got to a pull-off spot and was able to get out and snap some pictures.
The train consisted of a CP lead unit in tandem with a CSX engine, and then a long line of CSX coal hoppers. I snapped a bunch of pictures and then got back in the car. We got back on the road, and of course caught back up with the train. I again told my wife I was gonna get ahead of it and try to get one more set of pics, which she excitedly encouraged. I was able to get ahead of the train again, get pulled off, and setup to take another series of pictures at a different crossing.
I know for some, these pictures may be nothing special.....but for me, it was a little slice of excitement in what was an otherwise winding down road-trip as we approached Huntington WV, and then Teays Valley WV. Getting a chance to take some of my own pictures of a CP engine, and doing a quick train chase just made for an exciting evening for both of us.
Duck lane, Wolsingham. It doesn't take long for these little fellas to figure out where the food comes from
First time in 18 years of ownership our Arab died in service, it limped back to Bury with a missfire and radiator leaking. Might be head problems.
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"I'm bleeding out
Said if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bear my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you"
-Imagine Dragons
My emotions are bleeding out of me all the time. Sometimes they are constant sometimes not. If you really knew what I was thinking, then you would truly know how I feel about everything in this world. Songs inspire me to take photographs and make them. I used red thread to signify blood in my own way.
Taken just out side the strand arcade in Sydney CBD. I was lucky with the lighting as she was standing right in it so I could expose for her and throw the background black. I did burn out one of two highlights to smooth it all out. Also lucky to get the car headlights in the background to define her hand bag. She jumped into her friends car about 30seconds after this was taken.
I fell that this has a real fashion feel to it but would you still consider it street photography?
It is always good to explore multiple angles to photograph something from. I look for light and interesting backgrounds.
One of the shots from another shoot at Nemesis HQ.
Kate M after a once over from the brushes of Meg Lindow MUA.
Post work due to leaving the tops my my marker pens again.
Canon 1D3, EF35mm f/2
LR3 / PS
Lighting gubbins -
Big ol' beauty dish (28 inch) on a Bowens 500 camera right, high and about 8 foot from subject to get a little shadow on the wall. To be fair this shot isn't really about the lighting is it.
Common Honeybee (Apis mellifera).
Lots of bees come to the pond to drink. Some of them are careless, fall in the water and then strive to get out. Few of them manage to do so and finally climb on a rock or a stem by the water where they wait till they are dry enough to fly again. That's a perfect opportunity for me to get close enough to them for a macro like this. After a couple of shots at this angle, I tried to move closer for a portrait, but alas, the bee was drier than I though and took off :-)
Best viewed Large, On Black.
Brigitte esce dal mondo in bianco e nero per tuffarsi nei miei colori...
Out of black and white world, Brigitte enters my colours!
Second full day in Valencia, and a day of culture planned, or at least visits to several churches.
Which counts as culture, right?
We laid in bed to half seven, then leapt out, had showers and after dressing went down for breakfast. Breakfast was fruit, cold cuts, fresh rolls and cakes all with lashings of coffee, was good.
Traffic outside the hotel is mad in the morning, with it trying to get on the main roads alongside and over the long park, we walked over to the other side and flagged a taxi down to take us to San Nicolás de Bari, or close to it, though walking would not have taken much longer than the taxi ride. We think we got the driver to understand our required destination, and he drove off, weaving in and out of the other cars and buses.
He dropped us in a narrow alleyway lined with old shops covered in graffiti, not sure it it was art or just rundown. But with Maps on the mobile, we walked the three minutes to the church, and found out it opened at half ten. We had 90 minutes to kill.
Down the street was a coffee shop, so we had another coffee and watched the world go by from our small table on the street. We then sat on a bench nearer the church as time crept to half ten and the opening of the church.
I will be forever haunted by the homeless man who was in the doorway opposite, who had made a pair of shoes from offcuts of plastic, and who bought a coffee when he had begged enough. He had dreadlocks, and a trolley of possessions, but was young, handsome, and who knows what his story was.
I even thought about buying him some shoes and taking them there next day, but the heat of the day made me feel quite ill, so not up to the walk.
Both Jools and I have had luck, we both nearly went bankrupt and could have ended up homeless.
St Nicholas is an ancient church, but had something of a Baroque makeover in the 18th century, and the walls, ceilings and everywhere covered in paintings, frescos and statues. As a whole it is remarkable, and the work is of a very high standard indeed. As is the way here, it seems, the church was lined with side chapels with statues or triptychs.
I took lots of shots, though my vertigo was giving me grief, and I would have to sit down between taking shots up at the roof. This would come to a peak at the basilica later that morning, when snapping the inside of the dome I nearly fell over. Jools saw that I nearly came over to catch me.
Oddly, that was the last day I had vertigo, a week later after staring at choughs on the cliffs for ten minutes, I realised I wasn't getting dizzy.
So it goes, so it goes.
Or went.
A short walk away is the Cathedral, a large a sprawling complex meaning that in the search for the entrance I found another Basilica conjoined to it, so we went it and found a small square church by with the underside of the dome gloriously painted.
Basílica de la Mare de Déu dels Desemparats is a stone box with a dome, at least from the outside, but the Spanish Baroque had visited here as well, most impressively on the underside of the dome, which is magnificently painted.
It was crowded, which meant any detailed shots were impossible without annoying people who had come to actually worship.
We sat for a wile in the cool before moving on, but crowds at the entrance to the cathedral meant we thought we would return on Friday, early, to beat the crowds. It was half eleven, and in trying somewhere to shady to sit, I find two more churches which to visit, the second a service began at midday.
Santa Caterina offered a climb up the belltower for a few Euros: not in this heat I thought. So we entered the church and found a brick vaulted building, austere compared to St Nicholas and St Mary, but cool and calm.
I took a few shots before we went in search of somewhere to get a cool drink.
But only found cafes offering piping hot coffee.
We found Església de Sant Tomàs i Sant Felip Neri also open, but just before midday itmeant a service was about to start.
We did stay for a while, but in a break in the service, we make best our escape back into the bright sunshine.
Back outside it was hotter than ever, and packed with people. One last visit was to Pl. Redona, a circular plaza, which looked photogenic. But as most other photographers from Europe and beyond had the same thought, and it was filled with market stalls and street cafes, I take a few shots and we leave again through a portal into a quiet street.
But being after midday, it meant bars and restaurants were open, and on a side street we fond a small place that did cold beer and were happy to make us a bowl of Valencian paella, made with chicken and rabbit. Paella takes at least half an hour to make, so we sat, talked and drank cold beers until the tin pan full of rice, herbs, vegetables and meat was brought.
Once we had eaten, it being two in the afternoon, we walked back to the hotel for a siesta. Going was hard, but we walked on the shady side of the streets, and in 20 minutes we were back in our room, but it had yet to be serviced. When the maid came at three, we went and sat in the shade in the small park in the centre of the boulevard outside the hotel, watching people and traffic coming and going.
We sat in the room, writing and listening to podcasts until it was half six, and the heat of the day had left, to walk back to the centre for arts, so we could take shots of the complex once the sun set at quarter to nine.
In fact, the hour we took to ambe there on Wednesday could be done is close to 20 minutes if you don't stop every 20 yards to take photos. Who knew?
The paths and tracks were packed with people doing exercise, taking their dogs or children out for a walk, or just out.
Like us.
Once we reached the complex, crowds had thinned as all was closed to visitors, so it was just a hardy band of photographers and tourists waiting for the sun to set. We had 90 minutes to wait, so we walked up to the far end of the site, where the zoo was, and in there is another fine building, but it could not be seen from the road or paths, but the walk did increase our step could to over 16,000!
As the sun set, lights came on, so we walked back to the taxi rank, taking dozens, if not hundreds of shots, as the light changed minute by minute, and lights came on, illuminating and highlighting the shapes of the buildings.
Half nine, it was dark, and it took ten minutes for a taxi to come by that we could flag down, he whizzed us back to the hotel, and a walk over the road to the Irish bar where most of the city were inside watching the various games being shown. I got us a drink and we took them to sit on the cool pavement tables, watching the traffic and beautiful people passing by. Some were on their way out to paint the town, we were pooped, so went back to the hotel.
Outlining a Theory of General Creativity .. on a 'Pataphysical way
Entropy ≥ Memory . Creativity ²
Entropy ≥ Mimesis . Catharsis ²
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