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"One Small Step"
I usually do not post the background stories of what happens when shooting Horizons. But today I
will. You see, there was this bush.
My day always begins the same way when the alarm scares the crap out of me at 3:10 am. I dress
in the dark so as not to wake my wife Mary (unless I forget to turn off the secondary backup alarm and that is a whole other story) and stagger down the stairs to start the coffee machine, usually tripping over my sleeping dog. I step outside at 3:15 to have a smoke and listen to the distant, and often not so distant, gunfire of the city of Milwaukee. That must be the golden hour of discharging firearms here. To me it is no different than the sound of crickets these days. (Oh ya, someone forgot to prep the coffee machine this morning so I cooked air) At 3:25 I fill up my mug,grab my camera and hit the road to start my work day. At 4:00 am I get to our office, take an hour getting the orders for my morning deliveries together, punch in to my digital time card and then head out into Horizon land.
As I was cutting through the back roads in Racine county at 5:45 am, as I have been doing now
for 17 years, the sun hit the Horizon with the softest of light. The sky was perfect, all I needed
was one thing that stood out in the landscape. And there it was. A bush with white flowers about
200 feet off the road. Cool. Awesome. Time to wade through knee high grass and get soaked before a
full work day and 180 orders to deliver. So I parked on the side of the road, threw on my flashers
and worked my way to that bush. Damn thing is, the closer I got the bigger it got. I should have
brought a ladder because by the time I got to the bush it was 8 feet high and about 20 feet long.
Well, I do not little things like this bother me. I worked my way to the front of this bush ( you
will notice I have no idea what this or many other plant life are called. Too much information
takes away from the beauty of the photo. LOL)
So I worked my way to the front of the bush and pushed in about 5 feet through a tangle of
branches, held my camera up as high as I could and began shooting bursts of bracketed shots. In the
photo I posted, "One Small Step", those pretty white wild flowers were eye level to me. And just to
my right and behind my that bush must have been 8 feet high. Or so I thought.
Did I mention the Red Wing Blackbirds? No? Oh, yep, they must have had nests in this bush
because as soon as I stepped in and started shooting they took flight, circled, and started diving
bombing me. I brought my camera down, took a peek at a few of the some 50 bracketed shots I took
blindly and knew I had something to work with. But with mosquitos ringing in my ears, my shoes and
socks soaked through and crazy birds wanting me dead I decided to try to get a couple more from
just a little bit to the right. Just "One Small Step". Just, you know, a little more. So I moved my
right foot over about two feet, raised the camera over my head and pointed it at the Horizon, put
my finger on the exposure button (yes, all this at once) and put my foot down.......on nothing.
There are moments you remember. Like my kids being born. Like the night I asked Mary to marry
me and ten minutes later we get rear ended. Like a first kiss. Like when the earth disappeared and
you find yourself falling backward with a camera over your head as if you are being devoured by a
giant bush and evil black birds are laughing at you. Ya, like that. That moment, falling about 8
feet down and backwards into a ravine through tangled masses of branches not quite knowing when the ride will be over.And what was the one thought going through my head? My cell phone was in my car. As I layed there in the belly of the 16 foot monster bush from hell looking at the filtered morning
light of sunrise I realized something. I realized I was laying in water and once again wet through
and through and I had an 8 hour shift yet to be done. But hell, I got the shot.
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Looking west from Pritchard Road outside of Maple Park, Illinois.
The trains were busy. As I was getting to this location, 2 eastbounds went trough and when I pulled up to get set up I figured I would only get a sunset shot. Been there done that but I wanted the shot anyway. A train would be nice but I wasn't going to count on that at this point. But, when I walked onto the tracks and checked, I could see the distant train which eventually became the train in my shot above.
I just kept snapping as it approached and lo and behold the sun aligned and the train got close enough to be prominent in the scene and it all came together perfectly! I got the shot :-)
The next shot is the landscape crop of the one above.
It was a very short freight train, about 10 cars, so after it passed through I checked again and could see yet another eastbound in the distance. You can see the headlights in the bottom 2 shots and the sun setting quickly to the right.
Cheetah (Acinonyx jubatus) cub, walking towards mommy with a gazelle in its jaws
Sighted from -1.388611, 35.15730 (01°23'19.00"S 035°09'26.28"E)
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Serian Main Camp, Mara North Conservancy, Kenya
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Wild Horses taken at Pilot Butte Wild Horse Scenic loop outside of Rock Springs, Wyoming. We believe this is the girl the stallions in my previous post were fighting over. She had a young one still that didn't stray far from her. We were so lucky as they were right by the road and we didn't seem to bother them at all.
Banff National Park in Canada probably has more grand sights than any place I've ever been. Even this little dock on a storm day outside the town of Banff had a strong attraction.
Glendhu Bay, Wanaka, South Island, New Zealand
We spent a peaceful evening watching the sunset over Glendhu Bay on Lake Wanaka on our recent van trip ( read about it, and see more photos, on my blog: www.ankhphotography.net/blog )
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took this panoramic landscape just outside Litang altitude over 4000 meter, nomads can live here thanks to the yaks, which provides them food, warmth, milk , butter and clothes, the mountains are a part from the himalayan range,
this regio is a formal part from the tibetan province Kham, now it's part of the chinese province Sechuan
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Heather writes: And everyone needs a little heart from time to time! Lovely shot:)
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For those of you wondering, yes, this photo is on the cover of the book "Psychoanalysis Outside The Clinic: Interventions In Psychosocial Studies" by Stephen Frosh, and yes, all the i's have been dotted and the t's have been crossed. I was very honored he was interested in using it for the cover.
I want to thank daioni1976 for the B&W suggestion.
This was my 2008 Photo of the Year.
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[update] RIP dear snowmen, you will be missed. They are completely covered in snow this morning. (12/22)
Sometimes a simple flower is stunningly beautiful and, yet again, I strongly believe this is one such example. There are many more complex flowers in the world but this one, to me, stands out as beauty personified. Vibrant colour results in stunning beauty.
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Is colour better or worse than black & white? You be the judge. You can view the b&w image here.
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One, Two, Three & Stand Out and Be Beautiful
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I stood out on my front porch for about 45 minutes taking pictures of the lightning. This one was my favorite from the batch. This is also my first attempt at taking pictures of lighting- mostly a lot of waiting.
It was awesome to watch the sky light up and see how huge the bolts were tonight.
Also, if you have not, take a look at my self-portrait as well from tonight.
My last bird shot of 2014!
Townsend's warbler (Setophaga townsendi) is a small songbird of the New World warbler family.
These birds have a yellow face with a black stripe across their cheeks extending into an ear patch, a thin pointed bill, two white wing bars, olive upperparts with black streaks on their backs and flanks, and a white belly. Adult males have a black cap, black throat and yellow lower breast; females have a dark cap and a yellow throat. Immature birds are similar to females with a dark green cap and cheeks.
Their breeding habitats are coniferous forests with large trees on the northwestern coast of North America. Their nests are shallow cups built with grass and lined with moss. These nests are usually placed atop a branch in a conifer. The female lays 4 to 5 brown-speckled white eggs.
This bird is closely related to the hermit warbler, and the two species interbreed where their ranges overlap.
Birds from the Queen Charlotte Islands migrate short distances further south on the Pacific coast. Other birds winter in Mexico, Central America, and the south-western United States.
They forage actively in the higher branches, sometimes hovering or catching insects in flight. They mainly eat insects and spiders and seeds. Outside of the nesting season, these birds forage in mixed flocks. In winter, they also eat berries and plant nectar.
The song of the male bird is a buzzed zee-zee-zee-bzz-zee, somewhat similar to that of its eastern relative, the black-throated green warbler. The call is a sharp tup.
This bird was named after the American ornithologist, John Kirk Townsend. Although Townsend is also credited with first describing this bird, he used a name chosen by Thomas Nuttall, who was travelling with him, and so sidestepped the convention against naming a species after oneself.
California.
In a paddock outside Breeza this incredible American style barn is all that remains from the 2006 Hollywood Blockbuster - Superman Returns.
On Thursday night, as I was settling in for a comfy and 'relaxed' long weekend I received a text from my good friend Tim Poulton proposing a mad dash the next morning out to country NSW to camp and photograph this amazing location.
The next morning we met up with Timbo Don and Ben Coope and set sail for a night of mayhem.
5 half hours later and we were standing in a field, seemingly in the middle of no-where. Surrounded by wheat stubble was the incredible 'superman barn'. With an outlook over into nothingness, it's clear that the produces were looking for exactly the same landscape as the original 1978 hit.
Jump over to Tim's page to see his take on this awesome location (www.facebook.com/groups/ooakphotographyadventures/?ref=br_tf) and be sure to keep an eye out for Timbo Dons (www.flickr.com/photos/timbodon/) and Ben Coope's (www.flickr.com/photos/it_monkey/) work. View large on black and, as always, thanks for looking!
I went to Goa in May (2011). This little guy was outside my room, almost spying on me!
Strobist : One YN560 using a shoot through umbrella above the frog.
At one point I positioned the umbrella a little too close to the frog, so he tried to attack it by jumping at it!
Anyway I hope you like this picture!
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Yesterday morning I had to be downtown for a job site visit at 500 W. Monroe. The guys start early for that particular job because of noise restrictions. I thought since I had to be there I might as well stop for sunrise photos at Fullerton Avenue.
I must have the worst luck when it comes to great lighting at sunrise because I’ve never been satisfied with nature’s morning light. Don’t get me wrong the light was decent, but I’m not sure it was worth standing outside for an hour in 9 degree lakefront weather. Which brings me to my solution for bad lighting. Well, not so much a solution as a way to justify the means to continue shooting. After walking to my location I realized that the lighting was going to be less than stellar, but I continued on despite my opinion. After arriving I went in with the mindset that I’d shoot with just composition in mind; for practice if not anything else.
I finally caught an eastbound train on this Canadian Pacific line at Moose Range Road outside of Genoa, Illinois. I've been to this location several times in the past and there are never any trains!! Hence, "elusive". About 90 minutes prior to getting this shot, I was east of this location in Burlington, Illinois and noticed the signal for eastbound was green. I made a quick phone call to confirm there was in fact an eastbound train and sure enough, there was, but it was about an hour out.
Knowing I had time, I made a quick trip to McDonalds for a much needed "break" and a refill on my ice tea, and then back to Moose Range Road standing around confirming camera settings and fighting off lots of mosquitos, gnats, and other weird flying bugs.
After about 45 minutes, I could see the smoke from this engine miles away. At first I thought it was a farm machine in a field kicking up dust but then realized all the fields are planted so that couldn't be it.
It must be the train!! Eventually the elusive was no more.
Many thanks to Duane and Bill for helping me catch this :-)
Ricoh GRDIV
Sammamish, WA
Back to BW for this one, and maybe the others. i still don't know. at least less colors than the landscape series, that's a sure fact. :)
i still haven't truly used my x10 in the field. a conjunction of circumstances prevented me from doing so. but i would really like to be out there and shoot.
It's all snowy outside. snow came late.
better late than never.
Was a tips from my Flickr friend Stefano (www.flickr.com/photos/14279081@N08/ ) to visit interesting Fiesole! In Florence there are no Roman traces, the city easily floods and they’ve taken the decision not to destroy the current (mostly Medieval) city to look for an older one.
Wikipedia about Fiesole: Fiesole is a town and comune of the province of Florence in the Italian region of Tuscany, on a famously scenic height above Florence, 8 km (5 mi) NE of that city. According to the 2003 census, its population was 14,100. Fiesole (Etruscan Viesul, Viśl, Vipsul) was probably founded in the 9th-8th century BC, as it was an important member of the Etruscan confederacy, as may be seen from the remains of its ancient walls. The first recorded mention on the town dates to 283 BC, when the town, then known as Faesulae, was conquered by the Romans. In pagan antiquity it was the seat of a famous school of augurs, and every year twelve young men were sent thither from Rome to study the art of divination. Sulla colonized it with veterans, who afterwards, under the leadership of Gaius Mallius, supported the cause of Catilina. Fiesole was the scene of Stilicho's great victory over the Germanic hordes of the Vandals and Suevi under Radagaisus in 406. During the Gothic War (536-53) the town was several times besieged. In 539 Justinus, the Byzantine general, captured it and razed its fortifications. It was an independent town for several centuries in the early Middle Ages, no less powerful than Florence in the valley below, and many wars arose between them; in 1010 and 1025 Fiesole was sacked by the Florentines, before it was conquered by Florence in 1125, and its leading families obliged to take up their residence in Florence. Dante reflects this rivalry in his Divine Comedy by referring to "the beasts of Fiesole." (Inferno XV.73). By the 14th century, rich Florentines had countryside villas in Fiesole, and one of them is the setting of the frame narrative of the Decameron. Boccaccio's poem Il Ninfale fiesolano is a mythological account of the origins of the community. Robert Browning mentions “sober pleasant Fiesole” several times in his poem "Andrea Del Sarto".
A break from water and mossy forests
(a short break actually)
I'm not 100% sure this is an apricot, but the owner of the tree said it was, while I was taking the picture.
Actually he said "get away from my apricot or I'll call the cops!"
soooo...yeah, it should be an apricot.
First, yes this is real. This is a shot just as a storm was breaking at sunset at the Mukilteo Lighthouse in Mukilteo, Washington. A ferry, I believe the Cathlamet, is also visible just to the right of the lighthouse, docked at the ferry terminal.
The story: So there I was at a local diner, like usual. A summer storm had moved in and it was pouring down rain outside. I was absent-mindedly stabbing the cherry in my Shirley Temple, contemplating whether or not to go down to the beach for some sunset pics. The maraschino juice from the impaled fruit flowed into the tonic in little red clouds. I glanced up at my kids, and in their eyes I saw relief. Relief that it was raining and they wouldn't have to endure watching me take pictures of the same lighthouse in Mukilteo yet one more time.
I glanced outside, towards the west, and saw an ever-so-slight break in the clouds. There were forty-five minutes until sunset. I could make it. My kids' glance moved from me, to the sky, to me. Their expressions changed. They knew. I wasn't going to miss it.
I paid the bill, quaffed my Shirley Temple in one gulp, and bolted for the door. I threw my kids in the back, gingerly and delicately set my camera gear in the passenger seat, and raced for Mukilteo. After thirty minutes, during which time I expanded my kids' vocabulary at several stop lights, we arrived just in time to catch a truly magnificent sunset right behind the lighthouse. My kids' response to this glorious spectacle? "Oh yeah, that's great Dad..."
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For you Pa!!! Happy birthday!!! Enjoy your party in heaven!
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I miss this place already!
I had a magical time exploring this place night after night. It never got boring and there were hundreds of little nooks, crannies, staircases, doors, and other mysteries to discover! I even got in the middle of a cat fight while two medieval cats duked it out… the whole place was dead quiet up until the point. That sound of fighting cats is hard to ignore… and then it all went back to quiet after that.
By the way, if you ever come to this amazing place, I suggest you sleep up inside the walled city. There aren’t a lot of rooms up there, so plan ahead. I think it’s better than staying outside of the city, because you get to roam around inside of it at night…
- Trey Ratcliff
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Rufuous Hummingbird (Selasphorus rufus) male resting after a short session at a feeder on an acreage in the rural area outside of Duncan on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.
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4 April, 2010.
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Philippines , Paddy field or Rice field , as seen from Batas Aramin resort
A paddy field is a flooded parcel of arable land used for growing semiaquatic rice.
In the Philippines, the use of rice paddies can be traced to prehistoric times, as evidenced in the names of towns such as Pila, Laguna, whose name can be traced to the straight mounds of dirt that form the boundaries of the rice paddy, or "Pilapil."
Paddy fields are a common sight in the Philippines, they are the worlds 8th producers of rice, but they it it a lot as well! Cooked rice is called kanin in Tagalog.
Palayan o Rice field , Pilipinas, tulad ng nakikita mula sa Batas Aramin resort
Ang isang patlang ng palay ay isang mataas ang tubig sa parsela ng maaararong lupa na ginamit para sa mga lumalagong semiaquatic bigas .
Sa Pilipinas , ang paggamit ng rice paddies maaaring traced sa sinaunang-panahon beses , bilang ebedensya sa mga pangalan ng bayan tulad ng Pila, Laguna , na ang pangalan ay maaaring traced sa tuwid na Mounds ng dumi na bumuo ng mga hangganan ng bigas palay , o " Pilapil ."
Paddy field ay isang karaniwang paningin sa Pilipinas , sila ang mga mundo ika-8 producer ng bigas , ngunit nila ito ng maraming pati na rin !
The "Rihanna Tree" just outside Bangor in the morning light . I managed to get fairly close to it before the crows flew off, snapping on the move. To the bottom left of the tree you can just make out the amount of branch that has fallen off......I think it was only a matter of time as the pieces on the ground were either riddled with woodworm or so flakey that I could crush them with my fingers!!! She still has a strange allure though? :)