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This female LEO was so good, they made her shoot left-handed and blindfolded. Actually, the red blinders prevent her peripheral vision from picking up competitors on either side of her.
Explore 08-06-2017. My 93rd Explore.
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I never expected this photo to make Explore. Just something going on in Oklahoma to place in the "Oklahoma Through My Eyes" group. Since so many are viewing this photo, I'd like them to know a little about the man this pistol match is named for.
Sergeant Dale DeBerry
Norman Police Department
End of Watch: Tuesday December 1, 1998
I knew Dale and never saw the man without a big smile on his face. I always thought he was almost 'too nice' to be a police officer. But, that big smile never kept Dale from doing his job.
Dale suffered a massive heart attack while running an obstacle course at the Norman Police Range. Fellow officers did CPR on him, but he never made it to the hospital. I was acquainted with two Norman officers who died in the line of duty several years ago. It's fitting that they are remembered to this day because of how they died. But to those who knew these men, they are remembered for how they lived.
"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9
Peripheral light falloff is controlled to retain brightness across the frame, and subjects located at the edge of the frame are sharp and well resolved, even when shooting at maximum aperture with focus set to infinity.
Photo © Drew Gurian
I started to see flashes in my peripheral vision and it felt like I was seeing through cobwebs. So I went to the eye doctor and found I had a tear in my retina. They sealed it with a laser and I should be back to normal. If I hadn't taken care of it, it might have lead to a detached retina and reduced vision.
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There’s something super special about a New Zealand hoar frost to me, these are unequivocally my favourite scenes to photograph anywhere on earth, ever !
I thought to myself, what is it you like so much about these scenes, and I think the answer is four things combined - the subtle colour palette, the contrast, the soft atmospheric feel, & the fact that these images are made to be fine art prints & hung on the wall.
“Peripheral” Winter 2024’
Prints available.
• She sits on the edge of maybe,
where dreams drift off and just begin.
No map, no compass in her hand,
but still the courage to stand still.
She softly says, “I do not know,”
and that is all she has to show.
But in that quiet, open name,
there lies a truth without a claim.
She is no riddle to be solved,
no path that must be clearly drawn —
but a story growing gently still,
in doubt, in hope, in morning’s dawn.
As always, a huge thanks to those who stop by to view, fave and or comment! It is truly appreciated... 🙏 ❤️
Heading north from the trans line to Neale Junction in the two GSWA Land Rovers.
I was a good tree climber.. from childhood to years of caving and some rock Climbing!
Part of my early #roundaustraliawithspelio travels…. with the #GSWANullarbor
It is a wonder I was allowed to climb the tree in a very remote part of the Nullarbor in the outback. OHS then, for the whole year!
This is a computer mouse that glows when it’s in use. The orange bit pulsates. There is also a dock that charges the mouse and that is the green light on the picture. HMM
The great gate (darwaza-i rauza) that leads from the north of the jilaukhana to the garden, and ultimately to the mausoleum of Mumtaz Mahal, is a large structure with triadic openings. Looking at the south elevation, the base of the gate measures nearly 38 meters and its peripheral walls, including the cupolas, are 30 meters in height. The central pishtaq, also including the cupolas, is 33 meters in height and 19 meters wide. The gate is composed of red sandstone with decorative panels and accents in white marble. The surface treatment of the pishtaqs is elaborate: it is framed in white marble and inlaid with precious stones. Its central arch is delineated by a triple rope moulding and surrounded by a frame containing the Daybreak Sura (Sura al-Fajr) in thuluth script. The entry iwan contains muqarnas in red sandstone, which contrast with the white plaster paint outlining each segment. (The northern elevation of the gate is identical to the southern one; the lower left corner of its framed inscription also contains the signature of the calligrapher, Amanat Khan). Topping the central pishtaq is a series of eleven arches in red sandstone, capped by a chajja; eleven white marble chhatris crown the chajja. A single column rises from the pishtaq to complete each end of the arcade; this column terminates in a finial above the chhatris. This same column runs in engaged form along the height of the pishtaq itself.
Taj Mahal, the pinnacle of Mughal architecture, was built by the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan (1628-1658), grandson of Akbar the great, in the memory of his queen Arjumand Bano Begum, entitled ‘Mumtaz Mahal’. Mumtaz Mahal was a niece of empress Nur Jahan and granddaughter of Mirza Ghias Beg I’timad-ud-Daula, wazir of emperor Jehangir. She was born in 1593 and died in 1631, during the birth of her fourteenth child at Burhanpur. Her mortal remains were temporarily buried in the Zainabad garden. Six months later, her body was transferred to Agra to be finally enshrined in the crypt of the main tomb of the Taj Mahal. The Taj Mahal is the mausoleum of both Mumtaz Mahal and Shah Jahan.
The mausoleum is located on the right bank of the river Yamuna at a point where it takes a sharp turn and flows eastwards. Originally, the land where the Taj Mahal presently stands belonged to the Kachhwahas of Ajmer (Rajasthan). The land was acquired from them in lieu of four havelis as is testified by a court historian, Abdul Hamid Lahauri, in his work titled the Badshah-Namah and the firmans (royal decrees). For construction, a network of wells was laid along the river line to support the huge mausoleum buildings. Masons, stonecutters, inlayers, carvers, painters, calligraphers, dome-builders and other artisans were requisitioned from the whole of the empire and also from Central Asia and Iran. While bricks for internal constructions were locally prepared, white marble for external use in veneering work was obtained from Makrana in Rajasthan. Semi-precious stones for inlay ornamentation were brought from distant regions of India, Ceylon and Afghanistan. Red sandstone of different tints was requisitioned from the neighbouring quarries of Sikri, Dholpur, etc. It took 17 years for the monument complex to be completed in 1648.
In all, the Taj Mahal covers an area of 60 bighas, as the terrain gradually sloped from south to north, towards the river, in the form of descending terraces. At the southern point is the forecourt with the main gate in front and tombs of Akbarabadi Begum and Fatehpuri Begum, two other queens of Shah Jahan, on its south-east and south-west corners respectively called Saheli Burj 1 and 2.
On the second terrace is a spacious square garden, with side pavilions. It is divided into four quarters by broad shallow canals of water, with wide walkways and cypress avenues on the sides. The water channels and fountains are fed by overhead water tanks. These four quarters are further divided into the smaller quarters by broad causeways, so that the whole scheme is in a perfect char-bagh.
The main tomb of the Taj is basically square with chamfered corners. The minarets here are detached, facing the chamfered angles (corners) of the main tomb on the main plinth. Red sandstone mosque on the western, and Mehman-Khana on the eastern side of the tomb provides aesthetically a clear colour contrast.
The Taj has some wonderful specimens of polychrome inlay art both in the interior and exterior on the dados, on cenotaphs and on the marble jhajjhari (jali-screen) around them.
Torre d'en Galmés is a Talayotic site on the island of Menorca, between Alaior and Son Bou, Menorca. The town developed from the start of the Talayotic era (1400 BC) and expanded until the end of the Roman occupation, after which it was abandoned.
There are three talayots at Torre d'en Galmés. The top of these stone towers provide the best views over the surrounding countryside, indicating their use as watchtowers. Between the middle and western one is an open space which may have been a public square.
In addition to the three talayots, there are remains of defensive walls and peripheral houses had fortified outer walls.
Yesterday evening I was driving into London when I came up to a red light, there was a fair amount of traffic so I figured it might be a wait. I saw motion in my peripheral so glanced to my left where I saw 4 men in a red van, they were looking worried and motioning to my wheel, I was worried and wound down my window. Initially I smiled at them, thankful they were warning me of whatever might be wrong with my car, my smile faded rapidly as they all looked at me and, instead, started berating me with verbal sexual abuse. Completely horrendous disgusting things that that said they wanted to do to me. I turned and stared forward trying to wind my window up, I remembered pretty quickly that my window had been broken for a while now and doesn't wind up to the top without help, so I had to leave it, with a rather large gap. For the next 5 minutes I was frozen in shock and fear holding into my steering wheel staring forward willing the light to turn green so I could leave.
I don't think anyone needs to hear the specifics of the things they were saying, in the realm of how they wanted to bend me over this or that and shove things in here or there. I had a deep visceral reaction to there abuse, I was instantly shaking and felt vulnerable and targeted. It all felt so invasive.
Luckily the light turned green and I drove off towards my destination, which fortunately was a restaurant where my family was.
On the drive home a thought more about the incident, it reminded me of the recent leaked video of Presidential candidate Donald Trump. He may have passed it off as locker room banter, or that it was just words, but what his actions and thoughts and voice, what it does it condone this kind of behaviour, that other men will think this is ok. It is not ok.
As I was sat there staring forward holding back tears as they spoke those horrendous words I didn't understand, I didn't understand why they kept talking, why they kept saying more predatory sexual things, how they kept objectifying me when I was so visibly scared and upset. What humans are these?
My incident was minor but had a horribly visceral reaction, more incidents are a lot lot worse, horribly so. On reflection I will come back to how damaging videos like the one of Trump perpetuate this behaviour. If you asked those men after what they were doing, they would just say they were just being a bunch of lads, it was just banter. It should never be passed of as any of these things, as a result you are making someone physically shake, you are making them scared, feel vulnerable and frozen with fear.
This isn't acceptable.
I did post about what happen on Instagram and will say this though, for every completely shit person out there, there is also a thousand amazing people and I can't thank you enough to all those people that commented to show their mutual outrage and to see if I was ok. I am, and you all helped, thank you so much.
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finally got photoshop on my laptop for a 30 day trial. I say this every time I upload but I miss flickr so much sometimes and I miss who I used to be x
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The fertile valley of the Nyang chu River, which is the principal tributary of the Yarlung Tsangpo ཡར་ཀླུངས་གཙང་པོ་ or Brahmaputra in Tsang, The valley is divided into upper and lower reaches; Upper Nyang, corresponding to present-day Gyantse county, and Lower Nyang to Panam county. Upper Nyang therefore extends from the watershed of the Khari La pass as far as the town of Gyantse, and includes the peripheral valleys formed by the tributaries Nyeru Tsangpo, Lu chu, and Narong Dung chu.
The county capital is at Gyantse, a strategic intersection of great historic importance.
Area: 3.595 sq km.
Time's fault for the haze to my recollection is limited; I'd much sooner blame a mindset prone to daydreaming. One of my most vivid memories from early childhood is of being on the swings, at playgroup, no caring arms to dull my peripheral, as high as the rusting chains and cracking paint would allow. Green and yellow are the prominent colours - the grass and... the sky? Happy. A happy non entity. I didn't learn to use a swing until long after playgroup. It's made up: one of my most well remembered moments from all that time ago is but a daydream. My mind was, is, only satisfied when permitted to wander, to wonder.
Washington, Connecticut. Driving home from an errand my left peripheral vision caught these trees with the fog behind them and it took my brain about 1/4 mile to register that I should stop, get out of the truck, set up the camera on tripod and take a picture. Some days wanting to get home and warm up by the fire really gets in the way of photography, other days photography gets in the way of getting home. When these two forces hit simultaneously one is frozen and it's interesting to see what tips it one way or the other.
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If you look closely at the reflection in the eye, it's actually of the racetrack.
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One of the most rewarding joys of landscape photography for me is way it catalyzes calming, almost elementally humbling feelings. When in such locations as this shot, (Flambrough head at low tide) I feel profoundly immersed in nature and genuinely emotionally centred. It just feels ‘so right’ on many different levels. (Sorry to sound a bit like a new age eco warier so early in this post, but even the most emotionally hard street photographers amongst you, should just try at least once placing yourself in such environments to see how it feels...)
Anyway, not only does this environment help me feel calm and centred, but the very act of photographing it, offers the added caveat of immense exhilaration. Putting oneself into this dynamic environment, at dusk, at the very edge of acceptable safety, dodging waves, wading just that bit too far out and second guessing the incoming tide, has the stimulating ability to sharpen the mind. Let’s not forget dealing with the anxious feelings knowing that you’re mobile is out of signal and any form of human insurance left hours ago. Let’s not stress either, about the long slippery walk over wet seaweed encrusted rocks back to the car in the dark, (unless of course you slip within the tidal range), but your most probably going to end up alive in the morning.
But just reflecting for a moment, I’m sure that I wouldn’t make the considerably arduous effort and experience the feelings of excitement and anxiety associated with pushing oneself to the edge of acceptable risk, if I wasn’t doing it for a photographic reason. In part, it’s the very risk taking itself that inspires the deep humbling feelings of connectivity with the natural surroundings. I wouldn’t be doing this, (or experiencing what I am) if it were not for the fact that I am attempting to record the feeling photographically. Yes I could connect with my inner calma and tune my sharks in other ways and do yoga overlooking a setting sun to really connect with the oneness of nature, (believe me I’ve seen people doing it) but I wouldn’t be pushing myself towards feeling this unique type of exhilaration. It would be a little strange to be there at dusk sometimes a little too deep in choppy seas, really observing the natural rhythms of nature without having a reason for looking. The desire to seek out this in our environment, even with camera gear strapped to my back, has actually helped catalyse a deeper feel a oneness with the environment. It’s as close to a meditation experience I can admit to here in public. Anyway as I said, there are many reasons for my photographic obsessing, but in part anyway this exhilaration is often overlooked as one of those justifications.
Now turning to this shot in greater depth, the range of subtle colours generated in this location amazed me. Flambrough is fundamentally white chalk cliffs and this does wondrous things to the reflected and refracted light, especially in the water. Light just bounces around, even when there isn’t much around, creating much more depth and range of colours. With this particular evening the sunset didn’t really materialise, (shame as the previous evening there was a speculator dramatic light show but for the sake of my marriage, I only saw it through my peripheral vision) but in a gritted teeth mature way, I’m kind of glad that I ended up here on this evening. It offered me the opportunity to appreciate the subtler more calming experiences. Something that as I get older I’m enjoying much more, who knows I may even put the camera on timed release next time and adopt the lotus position to record my tree hugging development.
From my analog archives, the Sigma 3 was being used for real time data collection and analysis in life sciences R&D. It had 64k of IRON core memory. It was taken in September of 1978 in Skokie, illinois. Initially the Sigma line of scientific real time computers was used to collect and analyze telemetry data from early US satellites. On the far left of the frame, the papers are taped to a Xerox 530 which we used as the development environment.