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Just returned from Venice, such a wonderful city to have the camera. Over the next few weeks I will post my shots. I hope they show a "Slice of Venetian Life" away from classic tourism.
Thanks for your comments and continuing support....Robbie
The Church of the Holy Apostles, right on the Greek-Albanian border, in the village of Molyvdoskepasto in the Municipality of Konitsa in the peripheral unit of Ioannina in Epirus is a very important and admirable post-Byzantine monument built in 1537 according to an lintel inscription
Καὶ περὶ ἐνδύματος τί μεριμνᾶτε; καταμάθετε τὰ κρίνα τοῦ ἀγροῦ πῶς αὐξάνει· οὐ κοπιᾷ οὐδὲ νήθει· λέγω δὲ ὑμῖν ὅτι οὐδὲ Σολομὼν ἐν πάσῃ τῇ δόξῃ αὐτοῦ περιεβάλετο ὡς ἓν τούτων.
Κατά Ματθαίον (στ΄ 22-33)
And why do you care about clothes? You have seen the lilies of the field grow, neither toil nor toil, but I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
According to Matthew (pp. 22-33)
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What determines a memorable photoshoot is not always the subject and the number images cluttering up my SD card. Sometimes it’s the peripheral events. In this case is it was (in order):
- Being part of a multi-car police chase as the rozzers take down a well-known ageing drug lord, Mrs Marple, for running County Lines
- Discovering my blind-when-not-wearing-his-glasses photo-buddy what steering the boat to Belgium while I was engaged in a deep conversation the Captain and 1st Mate that my buddy really was a responsible and highly trained eminent NHS professional and therefore allowed to take control of the vessel.
- Meeting a septuplet of Timothy Taylors in a Rodney, along with Alan Carr
- Using all my Bear Grills survival skill to forage for nuts and crisps on discovering the Panda was closed
- Meeting Mr Taylor again in a Hussar, along with Alan Carr, and then getting into a few rounds of “home concoction” shots with a barman.
- Missing the planned next-morning dawn shoot by four hours and then spending the next four trying to piece together the fragmented snatches of memories to work out what happened the previous evening
- The obligatory stopping at every motorway service station on the way home to replenish the lifesaving jumbo carton of vanilla milkshake and expunge our bodies of the cumulated toxins from the night before.
And to quote the brilliant song by The Lancaster Hotpots, “It were a brilliant night.”
This image has been in my ‘edited folder’, for some time now. This ‘edited folder’ acts as a stopgap between, leaving the raw file in the original folder, (never to see the light of my laptop again) and deciding to do something with it, postproces and show to you guys. I like to have this middle ground as a reflective space, kind of giving myself some time to digest the images merits. Ironically, leaving the image there for a short time helps distance me from the initial passion that I’ve experienced when making the image, so I’m able to objectively see, (in the cold light of day) if the image transfers the same set of emotive attributes, (that initially brought me to visualise then execute it) are still present when you take ‘me’ out of the equation. This process is a way of attempting to empathically see the image from the viewer’s perspective, to discern if the image in its self, removed from my immediate perception, will catalyse the same emotions I felt for the real experience.
The process of reflection inevitably means that some images, that I consider to be interesting in some way, don’t make it past this self initiated quality control filter. By quality control, I don’t mean technical issues, (they are sifted out when I first view the raw files) but conceptual, compositional, unusual, dramatic, mystical, subtle, merit (I could go on but I won’t).
Now sadly this process, like my mind, is not totally organised, (I do hope I haven’t given a misleading impression of that here). I generally use my gut feeling to guide these exceptionally difficult editing choices, but sometimes for reason it’s often hard to put those choices into words and some images in this folder I’m just not sure about. Now I could just make another folder that is in-between the ‘edited folder’ and call it ‘almost sure this is what I want to show the world, but not quite’ but that would be taking my occasional challenging indecisiveness to a new level of obsession.
now this might not seem like a big problem to some of you out there, and its only myself imposed desire to present a personal vision on the world that is extra special to me, that keeps me worrying about this type of thing, ho yes let’s not forget the rewards from the fascinating learning process I encounter as a pleasant by-product. But I suppose what I’m trying to do here, is attempt to analyse, then organise my own thought processes in order to make stronger emotive photographs.
Some of you may think that I write so much in accompaniment to the imagery I present, because I want to offer my views, or help others learn from my mistakes, or to initiate debate, (and you’d be partly correct). But a significant part of the reason for writing this text is to try and illuminate my own thought processes in order to hone them. I’m attempting to reflect in order to develop. (On a side note I’ve long taken the piss out of people who say they are trying to find themselves, but it appears that I’m now one of those people, so joke away!)
This complex set of personal, often subconscious filters, from where to soot, what time of day, how to compose, what subjects we choose, what equipment, what environment, what season, to what we decide to edit, how we edit, how when then present it and what text goes along with it, (to name a few), all ensure that we present only the imagery that fits our current artistic vision.
Furthermore by analysing this process in depth, I feel that I’m able to feed the reflected ideas back into the subconscious decisions I take whilst on location, to make the subconscious coconscious and artistic vision constructively directed.
Anyway this image was taken at Sandsend a few weeks ago. The conditions were perfect, (for my current artistic vision), as it was very stormy and the low light and heavy clouds, offered a wonderfully dramatic setting. Now as you can imagine I was excited to explore this photographically and quickly began working before the fast moving circumstances changed. Then unusually for this beach, I happened on another photographer, who began to set up his large format camera in my profiroll vision. now because the conditions were so special, I didn’t go over and talk to him, as I usually would have, but continued working and told myself that when the rainbow disappears id go over and reflect on the amazing circumstances. Now as this conflict was working its way thought my mind, it began to rain. I didn’t care, as I was enjoying myself so much that I didn’t want to end the experience, but secondly, I was already wet through from being just that bit too deep in the sea, for the waves to stay beneath my wellies. Anyway when it began spitting, the for mentioned large format photographer, packed up and disappeared before I could break off and have a chat.
Now I respect that camera equipment and water don’t mix, especially sea water, and that due to the very dark clouds, there may have been good reason to assume that the heavens were about to open. So I understand the other photographer’s decision to make for his car, but I don’t understand that in such fantastic conditions, an obviously committed large format photographer (well so I assumed from the size of his expensive gear), not wanting to seize the moment. I wish I could have had a chance to talk to that guy, and who knows it might be you, but if it is, you missed a great opportunity to feel the rawness of nature. Anyway I wonder what you thought of me on that day? Maybe I will one day find out (o:
Raiford Heavy Bomber
The Raiford was a Modec stratobomber on contract from the Peripheral States. A staple of the Periphery Nuclear Air Command, it played a vital role in patrolling the Goznian frontier.
In an era of outlandish experimental aircraft with primitive Tri-Fibulators and foccils, the Raiford’s crabwheels and skin undulations did not prevent it from being a relatively ordinary bomber.
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The aircraft’s 4500 parts make it just barely larger than my battlecruiser, which previously was my biggest digital model. The wings were the most difficult section to build, having both anhedral and a high angle of incidence with the fuselage.
(obviously just a B-52, made legally distinct for wargaming purposes)
A peripheral bull drooling from testosterone build up. One of the most photogenic bulls with interesting behavior I saw this past fall, but could not get together with him often enough for long enough! All rights reserved.
my office? well, I could have shown you a desk and some books, the requisite computer and photo gear... a place of work... but this is where I'd rather be.
Zamosc. Eastern Poland.
Picture No: 2021-08-07-0338_P_FRAMED_S
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
peripheral illumination: reduced to 0
brightness: +0.17
contrast: +1
streight: +5
Few pixels cropped for leveling. Colors not modified.
No photomontage. Framed in Photoshop 6.
** WARNING ** - Squeamish People Should Avoid Viewing This Video!
This story began here and ends with this video.
This drama has ended. Life returns to normal, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.
Zamosc. South Poland.
Picture No: 2021-10-24-3290_P2_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
brightness: +0.50
contrast: +1
shadow: +1
highlight: 0
color saturation: 0
peripheral illumination: 100
white balance not changed
a few pixels cropped.
A few artefact removed from the soil.
No photomontage.
Framed in Photoshop 6
Zamosc. Eastern Poland.
Picture No: 2021-09-25-2042_P2_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
peripheral illumination reduced to 0
white balance adjusted
brightness: 0
contrast: +2
shadow: -2
highlight: 0
Cropped.
No photomontage.
Colors not modified.
Framed in Photoshop 6
Adrenalin junkies fret hormones from the peripheral morons
Is this soccer?
Tickle me. I don't know.
But I do know that these boys are not so crazy about some Michael Owen or
some David Beckham. I DO know that that there is no fanfare of spectators...
Nor is this any carpet grassed Million Dollar stadium, nor is anybody wearing
any crude designer jerseys.
Why, then? You may ask, is this game any more special than the other.
The answer lies in the mind.
It is a powerful, mind intoxicating game that requires total commitment from
the brain and the body.
The brain pumps hormones to fire-up vital organs such as the
heart, lungs and kidneys which team-up with the physical body to become one
powerful machine capable of cutting through rays of light.
It is the right game for the right situation.
The only game perhaps, these boys can count on, for some enthusiasm,
in a life of misery.
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1. 130 of the Worlds most powerful leaders meet in New York, USA.
The distinguished people play a game of deceit, shrewdness and
procrastination which is coherent with some political agenda.
2. A bunch of young, homeless boys meet at the local playground.
The boys play a high-caliber game that tells them to live it up!
Forget the misery - Fuck everything else.
Both are games. Both are real.
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FACT: Nine months on after the deadly tsunami in Asia, little is being done
to help ease the inconveniences of the deprived. Entire island communities
have been relocated and housed in cardboard sheds, (background in the pic.)
with few or no Amenities.
Sad.
Posted by _az
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'Cityscape'
Billboards and neon assault peripheral vision,
Jarring desultory eyes of riders as
Transit emits the weary and the worn for
Another day of writhing in the traces.
Wave after wave of busses and train cars
Invade the city each workday.
Din increases as cars honk and jostle for
First place at red lights and stop signs
Amidst the jaywalking daredevils,
Or distracted walkers captivated
By cell phone offerings.
Pigeons warm themselves at grates
Before another day foraging and flapping.
Graffiti adorns alleys and seedy storefronts,
Sometimes astonishing in concept and colour.
Coffee shops clutter each corner
With caffeine offerings for the insensible.
The hesitant notes of a saxophone
Ululates blues notes for coins or bills.
Night retreats as light decreases the shadows.
A wan orb begins to warm the streets.
The acrid stench of human waste and rotting produce
Waft from garbage bins behind convenience stores.
Pedestrians stream around and into cement towers.
Trees strain a choked photosynthesis in the urban air.
Sparrow flit desperately
From sparse crumb to sparse bush.
Beggars hope for change
Either in their lives or from strange hands.
Progress, indeed.
Survival isn’t much to live for.
©C.Hill
2021
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxzPRYCuMm0 :)
- Timmins, Ontario, Canada -
Bujaruelo, Sobrarbe, Aragón, España.
El valle de Bujaruelo es un valle del Pirineo aragonés, en la provincia de Huesca (España) lindante con el Parque Nacional de Ordesa y Monte Perdido, justo al noroeste del valle de Ordesa, y donde nace el río Ara, del que forma parte como zona periférica de protección. A pesar de su extraordinario valor natural y de los varios intentos llevados a cabo, intereses urbanísticos, turísticos y ganaderos han evitado su incorporación al mencionado Parque aún a pesar de ser limítrofe con él. Sin embargo sí que forma parte del lugar de importancia comunitaria Bujaruelo - Garganta de Los Navarros.
The Bujaruelo Valley is a valley in the Aragonese Pyrenees, in the province of Huesca (Spain) bordering the Ordesa and Monte Perdido National Park, just to the northwest of the Ordesa Valley, and where the Ara river is born, of which it forms part as peripheral protection zone. Despite its extraordinary natural value and the various attempts carried out, urban, tourist and livestock interests have avoided its incorporation into the aforementioned Park even despite being bordering it. However, it is part of the place of community importance Bujaruelo - Garganta de Los Navarros.
My contribution to the Here comes the night blurb book. Special thanks Mikel and Andrés tumblr http://herecomesthenight.tumblr.com/
Personal projet
Rolleiflex MX-EVS Xenar f 3,5.
Fuji 160 Pro S
The Pipes of Pan is an oil-on-canvas by Spanish artist Pablo Picasso. Painted in 1923 during Picasso's classical period, the painting depicts two statuesque men of mythological origins. Frequently acknowledged to be his cornerstone work during this era, the painting makes use of a large canvas and a classical color palette that are acutely reminiscent of the ancient world. The subjects which Picasso chooses to explore within this work– male Greek youth, musical pipes, as well as the Mediterranean setting– all hark back to classical ancient art.
This work was painted at the crux of Picasso's classical period from 1919 to 1929, in which he was greatly intrigued by classical art. At the time that he had painted The Pipes of Pan, Picasso was traveling extensively in Italy, and consequently drew inspiration for this painting in the Greco-Roman art he found there. His admiration for such is evident in the pensive and motionless way he portrays his subjects, as well as the tactile yet unembellished background. Additionally, the subjects themselves are Greek by nature– the pipes held by the figure on the right are a clear reference to the pipes of Pan, the personified Greek god of “life in the periphery”– who essentially functions as the embodiment of peripheral attitude (free-ranging, and lustful but frustrated) and pastoral life. The setting of the painting, too, is evidently Mediterranean by its sunny blue background.
There has been known controversy in the past regarding the so-called “true nature” of the subject for this particular painting. At the era of this painting, Picasso, who was deep into his fascination with classical art, met Sara Murphy in 1921. She was a beautiful and wealthy American expatriate who became flirtatiously involved with Picasso, their relations leading all the way up to the conception of this painting. Infrared photographs of The Pipes of Pan taken in the 90s revealed an initial composition that included four total figures. Many art scholars believe that one figure was to be Venus, depicted as Sara, and that another figure was to be Mars, depicted as Picasso. However, a possible reason why this initial idea was scrapped was because Picasso's infatuation came to a head– perhaps Sara rejected him, and so he erased her from the painting composition.
© Copyright A Pendleton 2009 Caught this shot out the corner of my eye as I walked passed it at a local garden centre, I had already asked for permission to take some shots so . . .Walla :) Hope you like it..
Zamosc. Eastern Poland.
Picture No: 2021-09-20-1832_P_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
peripheral illumination reduced to 0
brightness: +0.5
Cropped.
No photomontage.
Colors not modified.
Framed in Photoshop 6
From my analog archives, a Xerox 530 computer is in the foreground, the Sigma 3 is in the background. Thanks for having a look. The 530 uses solid state memory along with other more "modern" components than the Sigma 3. They used the same instruction set and operating systems, thus we used the 530 for software development. This was taken in Skokie, Illinois at a life sciences R&D facility.
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My trusty office keyboard - what I really needed was a keyboard without a number pad on the right. I have an old injury in my knuckle that really hurts when I use a standard mouse - my fix for that problem was a Logitech Trackball, which I have at my desk and home . What I discovered was that a standard keyboard moved the mouse to far to the right and the mouse would angel away such that at that angel at which I was using the mouse it would hurt my hand. Next fix: move the mouse as close as possible to the keyboard. I tried the ultra small keyboards like laptop keyboards on a USB wire - but the quality of the keys never cuts it and they don't work well and are not designed for people using keyboards for long periods of time . A colleague at work bought this model for himself and I thought it was the fix I needed.
A small and seemingly trivial issue for most people - I find people don't spend enough time or money on the mouse and keyboard (and even before thinking about changing the physical screen the screen and its related O/S software setup). My advice, even you don't have any issues, take some time out to think about how you are positioned and the tools you use to work with your computer. There are many more options for peripherals than ever before and its not even about an investment we need to start thinking about these things as necessary upgrades - how many times have you seen, read or been told that you need at least 2gigs of memory to run this O/S or application. Don't run the marathon in your bedroom slippers - get the right tools for you and use them properly.
www.microsoft.com/hardware/mouseandkeyboard/productdetail...
I sometimes get an uneasy feeling walking in fog. Particularly when approaching an open area that is shrouded in the mist. It's much the same feeling I get when near a large body of water. Sort of an irrational desire to back away as I would from a steep cliff. The water presents the demarcation between what is known and what is unknown. The security of terra firma giving way to helplessly floating out to sea. Totally irrational, but just as real to me as my fear of snakes. Neither fear is debilitating, but they are definitely part of the complex mosaic of weird thoughts that I have.
Looking through these trees, the absence of anything visible, was unsettling. One side of my brain absolutely knew there was a rolling meadow out there. Solid ground, safe and inviting. But not being able to see it brought to mind the seashore; being on the edge of an expansive body of water, or something. Could be the perception that if I were to walk out there I would simply vanish, like stepping off the edge of the earth. The world around me seems to shrink somehow in fog; everything feels consolidated as I can only really see what is close. I always imagine that will make things feel more secure, yet it often has the opposite effect.
We might have walked together here
Angry, you stayed in the car
You hated to admit it
That you couldn't walk that far
You googled "Diabetes"
So insulin might bring you back
But it was just the alcohol
On the attack
I look back on our years gone by
You were dying by degrees
Peripheral neuralgia
From your toes up to your knees
And you chose to keep on drinking
Not to hear my anxious pleas
Although I sit alone here now
Your body buried deep
I carry you within me
Like a treasure I can keep
When I fill up with sadness
As I do at times each day
There's no despair or desolation
Love will never go away
This song by Eva Cassidy says so much so well. I cannot believe how loved and held I feel by Gilli. She may be gone, but the love in her eyes shines through her picture on my screen with all the power of life itself. www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISipJs6I1w4
Ranked #10 of about 508,000 for peripheral neuralgia.
This morning, seeing my stuff appearing on front page Google I explored further into peripheral neuropathy. It seems alcohol is sometimes used peripherally to tackle the pain. There is also a connection with lupus,which has been investigated around her sister's symptoms. There is clearly a strong family connection here. Her father has had trigeminal neuropathy most of his life. I had it myself briefly.
With Gilly, the peripheral disease may have been alcohol caused but it is very chicken and egg. The disturbance of the central nervous system as in the epilepsy seem much less likely to be caused by the alcohol. In fact, I think it is much more likely that the heavy drinking relates to her attempts to calm her brain, which was always too fast. The effects of alcohol as a CNS are well known.
Dr Blake described Gill as a self destructive person. I just cannot square that with her wonderful work as a teacher and her deep love for me, the boys and people in general.
Szczebrzeszyn, eastern Poland.
Picture No: 2021-10-31-4266_P_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
Digital lens optimizer: Yes (50)
Diffraction correction: Yes
Chromatic aberration: Yes (100)
Color blur: Yes
Peripheral illumination: Yes (120)
Distortion: Yes (100)
Brightness: 0
White balance: Auto (White priority)
Fine tune: Not changed (0.0 / 0.0)
Picture style: Neutral
Gamma: Auto (Not changed)
Contrast: 0
Shadow: +1
Highlight: -5
Color saturation: 0
Sharpness: Yes (Unsharp mask)
Strength: 3
Fineness: 1
Thresholt: 3
Cropping: No
Angle: 0.0 (Not changed)
No photomontage.
Framed in Photoshop 6
Or the Aberdeen Western Peripheral Route to give it it's full title unofficially also the City of Aberdeen Bypass, is a major road that wraps around the city of Aberdeen, Scotland. The road stretches north from Stonehaven through Kincardineshire and crosses both the River Dee and River Don before terminating at Blackdog. The main stretch of the AWPR is 22 miles (35 km) in length.