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I have packed all the tears to let the light pass through them, to let them dissipate, to scare away the fear that caused them, to make sure that pain was not sterile.
I have packaged all the tears, I have created a new code and where before a farewell was anticipated, it now says hope.
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He empaquetado todas las lágrimas para dejar que la luz las atraviese, para dejar que se disipen, para espantar el miedo que las causó, para asegurarme de que el dolor no fue estéril.
He empaquetado todas las lágrimas, he creado un nuevo código y donde antes se anticipaba una despedida, ahora dice esperanza.
I had packed up once again, ready to head back out of the mountains. I had gotten the composition I wanted, but on the way back the sky lit up as it sometimes does after sundown. Just the right amount of haze, light and refraction. I had to tell my friend to pull over on a blind curve, pulled off into a ditch and I ran to the side of the road to grab a shot. traffic flying by behind me mesmerized by what they were seeing, thankfully in the lane furthest from me. I tried a few compositions in this scene, limited though they were. I finally settled on the wide angle, get the mountain lightly illuminated, a tree silhouetted against the sky. Clouds giving one of their best shows of the year.... Yes, Landscape photographers often claim June and July are terrible for landscape photography, I disagree, the scene is what you make it, what you show your viewers, work with the light.
ISO: 160
Aperture: f8
SS: 1 second
Focal: 28mm
Its easy to loose yourself within a scene, trying to get a shot... but always make sure you watch your surroundings when you're standing on the side of the road, or anywhere.
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The tiny harbor of Jadrija, close to Vodice at the mouth of St. Ante's channel that leads to Sibenik.
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I usually get tired.😵😵😵
My body and mind will be healed at the time of receiving beauty treatment and body care while blowing in a comfortable wind.
👩 ”Let's go to the spa”
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On the occasion of the first snow we checked out the lakes at the top of Mount Hachimantai. At the top we saw this chap boiling up water for his pot noodles
Misty scene at Savernake Forest, Wiltshire
Took another trip to Savernake Forest last weekend as fog/mist was forecast. I decided I'd try a different bit of the forest from where I've been snapping the veteran oak trees. There was a bit of mist around first thing but not as much as was forecast and it seemed to disappear by about 2 hours after sunrise. I had just packed away and was walking back to the car when the sun rose above the the tree canopy and suddenly there were light beams coming through catching a bit of mist that wasn't visible until then. Couldn't pass that up so out came the gear and I snapped away for a few mins. I quite liked this one and although I did take some bracketed shots just in case this is a single exposure.
Thanks for viewing and hope you all have a great day/weekend.
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The NatWest Tower and others, The City: London, UK
Sony A7r (720nm IR Conversion) Canon 20mm f/2.8 FD @ f/11
52 weeks of 2022 - week 2
2022 one photo each day
52 in 2022 Challenge #52 Christmas lights or decorations
Although this is what it looked like near the house a few weeks ago, we now have had hurricane strength winds this morning. Doesn't make for good driving which is what I have to do.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
I'm still trying to catch up. I haven't had time to even post in the invited groups.
Thanks everyone!
During the festive season in Ghent, Belgium, at the Christmas market, I came across this very lively brass band, playing jazz classics made in the USA to liven up the tightly packed rows of chalets. It didn't take much to get me going!
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Lors des fêtes de fin d’année, à Gand en Belgique, sur le marché de Noël, j’ai croisé cette fanfare très enjouée qui animait avec force et entrain au son des classiques de jazz made in USA les rangées serrées des chalets bondées de monde. Il n’en n’a pas fallu pour que je déclenche!
A day in the life. Bags filled, back to the house. Street characteristics typical for French Provence region. Vaison-la-Romaine, France.
This series is highlighting different aspects of street photography. Key aspects in this particular image are light, color, social environment, regional characteristics.
13th of March, my last day in Cambodia. I only had half a hour to spare before heading for the airport. I wanted to capture the sunrise on the Mekong river and Tonlé Sap river. I snapped some pictures by the riverfront, then packed before heading back. This is one of the last picture I took in Cambodia. I like the atmosphere, the flock of pigeons taking off all at the same time and that glowing light reflecting on the pavement.
I blame people like us. We take pictures of pretty things in pretty places and share them with the world after all, so what do we expect? Post them here on the pages of Flickr and the chances are that only photographers will see them. But then again so many of us also post our photos on sites where a lot more people see them - pretty people who grin into their phones and post the images to far more followers than many of us are ever likely to have. Guilty Milord.
Well that's what I was thinking to myself yesterday as I searched for the quieter spaces amongst the hordes. It was a bit of a surprise to find so many people here on a Monday, but what we hadn't bargained for was the fact that it was a Baker Day, an occasional school closure day devised by an Education Secretary of yesteryear who wanted to invent something to endorse his passage into the House of Lords with a knighthood before leaving office. They all like to do things like that don't they? Suffice to say, there were far more people wandering around the handful of increasingly famous poppy fields than expected, most of them respectful, but with a noticeable minority strolling in among the flowers as if they somehow thought their footsteps wouldn't cause any damage to this fragile beauty spot. In fact one of you had recently asked me whether it was worth visiting the poppies this year, and a few messages were exchanged on the subject as I held my head in my hands at the sight of the family who took turns to lie down in an already flattened bed just a handful of yards in front of the composition I was busily lining up. And I'll bet their Instagram post gets a load more likes than mine does too. If I were half a head taller and rather more menacing in nature I might have had words, but of course I'm British and I don't like to make a scene. How often I've watched Arnold or Clint in a movie just looking at the bad guys in a certain way, artfully persuading them to move on with nothing more than the raising of a single eyebrow unless they wanted to be turned into toast. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle." I wish I could do that sometimes. Most of the time in fact.
Relieved that the world had finally gone back to work, we'd arrived here in the van for the day after a fun packed "platty joobs" (I think I've spelt that correctly) weekend, at times checking in to see how Her Majesty was holding up amid all the excitement. At other moments over the long weekend we wandered across the road, making use of our locals' free entry wristbands to the ever growing music festival that drowns all other sounds from the air around here for three days at this time each year. Of course neither Ali nor I are keen on crowds, but it didn't stop us from making our way to the front row to see what a sixty year old pop star with a penchant for profanities who's spent much of his life shovelling illegal substances into his bloodstream looks like. A fun gig, but although she may be ninety-six, the Queen looks a lot better than Shaun Ryder, bless him. No wonder Black Grape have only made three albums in twenty-nine years.
This year's poppy show also seemed to have expanded, with more fields than ever seemingly painted red, planted by the National Trust who own this patch of land. Maybe it needed to be so in order to accommodate the number of people who seemed intent on visiting. Maybe I'm just used to arriving later in the day when most of them have headed to the Bowgie for their supper. But I'd decided I was going to go low to the ground and concentrate on greens, yellows and of course reds, rather than blues, making the sky all but an irrelevance. I've shot that classic view more than once before, and so have many others, so this time I preferred to concentrate on the small details right in front of me. Not for the first time I used the long lens that seems to work so well here, and I'm still wondering whether the 100-400 might have been an even better option. I had the crop camera with the art lens in the bag too, but that's where it stayed.
What did surprise me when I saved my raw files into my online drive was the fact that it was my first visit here since 2018. And there was I thinking I came here every year. So it seems that I may not be responsible for the arrival of the masses after all. It must be you then. Although I've just done it myself again haven't I?
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I lied.
My car is packed and early (ugh) tomorrow morning the journey back to the north begins.
I now have you all in my camera and will let you out when I get home.
Pizza......my treat.
Guess what!!
Yesterday, I received a Flickr message from someone I didn't know.
When I opened it, he introduced himself (a very long name....Esq.) and said he was a Barrister (lawyer). He informed me that I was the death benefit beneficiary of a now deceased man whom I never knew existed, but who left me 9.6 million dollars b/c we had the same last name.
Wasn't that nice of him? :-))
The bank wanted to deposit it into my bank account asap, so the Bastard.....oops, Barrister advised me to call the attached phone # and provide the necessary, unspecified information or the money would be declared unclaimed.
Well hey, 9.6 million is a nice surprise, don't you think.
And you can be sure I'll call just as soon as Flickr Abuse, to whom I reported it with a link to his Flickr page which has NOTHING on it, gives me the all clear, totally legit, go ahead.
$9.6 million.
I'm so happy.....and rich.
Pizza AND drinks on me.
See you up north, folks. ;-)