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the macromondays group's theme for today is "natural shells" and this is one contender. methinks this is the one i found on one of my trips to the NL :)
"macro mondays" "natural shells" possibility
this one just makes me grin-- sort of expresses the exuberance of the coming christmas season.
"macro mondays" green possibility
album of green things for MM here:
HMM.... the macromonday theme for today (6/4) is candy and i just happened to have a whole bag of jellybeans color-sorted and a tie-dyed shirt freshly washed ~grin~.. so this is a possibility
this portion of the container is under 3 inches
and now there are three-- let the dithering begin :)
Achnambeithach cottage, Bidean nam Bian and the rain-swollen River Coe, Glencoe, Lochaber. I saw the possibility of combining a number of iconic Scottish Highland elements and getting a pleasing composition in this shot if I could get to the right viewpoint, which I accomplished to by walking along the river bank until everything came together. Happy St. Andrew's Day!
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Can you see the possibilities?
We have the ability to change the World!
If we want to see a change we have to be it.
Stand up & believe that the responsibility's ours!
Memphis May Fire
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The “line_up“ is a paperwork series I developed since 2010. The “liners” are made out of paper (Din A3/A4),
oil paint and graphite. The theme is the hermetical laws of polarity and movement. There is no ending and no beginning in any direction, just an endless movement. You have the possibility to arrange the papers like you want and that makes it an endless playground for my photo-work and the eyes of the viewers.
Yanomano
The possibilities of an internet connection will very remote during few weeks, so please do not be offended if I do not comment you work at this very moment.
A day when I was struggling for inspiration, and undecided what to take. There are so many features on the beach that you're never short of possibilities. I spotted this beautiful graceful curve of small sand ripples edging a lovely still pool.Undecided is by The Magic Numbers.
Happy New Year Flickr Friends 🎉
I wish you peace, happiness, and wonderful new adventures!
A dream is the bearer of a new possibility,
the enlarged horizon... the great hope.
- Howard Thurman
Milbert's Tortoiseshell (Nymphalis milberti)
Hi Everybody!
This image is for Wannabe Warmer Wednesday. I'm late to post, but Wednesday isn't over yet!
A very fast butterfly, the Milbert's Tortoiseshell posed briefly for me. I was located in a ditch that was loaded with wild asters. It is always a good challenge to not step on the wildflowers when shooting butterflies, one of my most favourite things to do! I can hardly wait for summer to see these guys again!
Thank you so much for stopping by. I sure appreciate your comments. Have a great day!
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HMM... the macro mondays theme for today, 3/1, is bookmarks. i had several but fewer than i had thought i had. This is one possibility
HMM- the theme for today, 11/23 is spiky and this is one possibility :) this is another closer-in macro of a scrubber. the hard part of this one was finding a portion that hadn't collected hairs, ect... there are 7 possibilities today- yikes.. if the feather one gets disallowed, i think this might be the alternate.
HMM "macro mondays" spiky possibility
The macro monday theme for tomorrow, 12/13, is bottle and this is one of my favorites of this particular white bottle. giggling. I don’t know if it will be my choice.
"A dream is the bearer of a new possibility, the enlarged horizon, the great hope."
~Howard Thurman
i have been struggling with time and trying to come to healthy and happy place .. to find a balance with flickr and my other obligations..
sorry if i am or seem MIA at times.. i just need to slow down and take a break and see where it all fits in
big <3
Seagull and views from Portmeirion looking to Talsarnau and Ynys.
In 1925, Welsh architect Clough Williams-Ellis acquired the site which was to become Portmeirion. He had been searching for a suitable site for his proposed ideal village for several years and when he heard that the Aber Iâ estate near Penrhyndeudraeth was for sale, he did not hesitate to make an offer.
He wanted to show how a naturally beautiful location could be developed without spoiling it, and that one could actually enhance the natural background through sympathetic development. The Aber Iâ estate had everything he had hoped for as a site for his architectural experiment: steep cliffs overlooking a wide sandy estuary, woods, streams and a nucleus of old buildings.
But the history of Portmeirion started long before 1925. The construction of Castell Deudraeth was recorded in 1188 by Gerald of Wales, who wrote: "We crossed the Traeth mawr and the Traeth Bychan. These are two arms of the sea, one large and one small. Two stone castles have been built there recently. The one called Castell Deudraeth belongs to the sons of Cynan and is situated in the Eifionydd area, facing the northern Mountains."
Castell Deudraeth was referenced again by the 17th century philologist, geologist, natural historian and keeper of the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, Edward Lhuyd in 1700. Lhuyd recorded the name as Aber Iâ, stating " The Castle of Aber Iâ yet stood in ruined form overlooking the south western extremity of the peninsula".
In 1861, Richard Richards wrote a description: "Neither man nor woman was there, only a number of foreign water-fowl on a tiny pond, and two monkeys, which by their cries evidently regarded me as an unwelcome intruder. The garden itself was a very fine one, the walls of which were netted all over with fruit trees...Aber Iâ, then, gentle reader, is a beautiful mansion on the shore of Traeth Bach, in Merionethshire."
When Williams-Ellis acquired the land in 1925 he wrote, "a neglected wilderness - long abandoned by those romantics who had realised the unique appeal and possibilities of this favoured promontory but who had been carried away by their grandiose landscaping...into sorrowful bankruptcy." Clough immediately changed the name from Aber Iâ (Glacial Estuary) to Portmeirion; Port because of the coastal location and Meirion as this is Welsh for Merioneth, the county in which it lay.
His first job was to extend and convert the old house on the shore into a grand hotel. The concept of a tightly grouped coastal village had already formed in Clough's mind some years before he found the perfect site and he had quite a well-defined vision for the village from the outset.
Portmeirion was built in two stages: from 1925 to 1939 the site was 'pegged-out' and its most distinctive buildings were erected. From 1954-76 he filled in the details. The second period was typically classical or Palladian in style in contrast to the Arts and Crafts style of his earlier work. Several buildings were salvaged from demolition sites, giving rise to Clough's description of the place as "a home for fallen buildings".
"An architect has strange pleasures," Clough wrote in 1924. "He will lie awake listening to the storm in the night and think how the rain is beating on his roofs, he will see the sun return and will think that it was for just such sunshine that his shadow-throwing mouldings were made."
The first article about Portmeirion appeared in The Architects' Journal (January 6 1926) with photographs of scale models and preliminary designs prepared by Clough to impress potential investors. In this article, John Rothenstein writes: "On the sea-coast of North Wales, quite near his own old home, Plas Brondanw, he has acquired what he believes to be an ideal site, and he is engaged upon plans and models for the laying out of an entire small township. The results of his scheme will be significant and should do much to shake the current notion that although houses must be designed with due care, towns may grow up by chance."
The Hotel Portmeirion officially opened for the Easter Weekend, on 2nd April 1926. The last building, the Tollgate, was built in Clough's 93rd year.
Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.
Arthur C. Clarke
the macromonday theme for tomorrow (10/17) is edge-- this braided christmas star ornament is one of the 4 possibilities :) methinks i like the composition and the light on this one the best, although the ziplock bag is way cool :) (see the ziplock bag below in the comments section)
A bit of pareidolia while hunting for keyhole possibilities for #MacroMondays on 12/16. There are several ‘serious’ ones in the album for the theme but I just love the frog!
…….💙🔓HMM🔓💙
By this time, only Lee and I were still here, in the company of our new friend Brian, who for avoidance of doubt among regular readers was not the same Brian who accompanied us on our previous visit to Iceland. This Brian was a human being rather than a yellow VW campervan, touring the area on a five night visit from Chicago. Somehow, and despite having a young family at home, he’d been given clearance by mission control to fly to Iceland and spend a few days alone taking photographs. When my children were the same age as his were now, I could barely make it down to the shop at the end of the road to pick up a pint of milk without company, never mind climb aboard a plane bound for somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean. And here he was, sitting alongside us on this far flung Icelandic beach. The crowds had long since departed - not that you really get crowds at Hvalnes, hidden away from the madding hordes as it is. Last time we’d been here, three years earlier on that gloomy grey morning, we hadn’t seen a single soul as the rain endlessly coated our cameras and foiled our intentions, whilst hiding the landscape in featureless clouds.
Now as autumn kicked in, things were rather different. We’d been here since the middle of the afternoon, absorbing the views, wandering over the beach and the headland by the squat, square orange lighthouse, planning compositions. The shot I’d come for three summers earlier was hopefully somewhere on the SD card, and there was a general feeling of contentment. Despite the increased number of visitors in comparison to last time, it was still very peaceful here. Eystrahorn had put right the wrongs of 2019 when moodily I’d perched on the slippery rocks, barely removing the protective plastic sandwich bag from the camera as it sat unused on the tripod. Everything was visible, from the emphatic bulk of Eystrahorn rising at our side, a symphony of bumps, crags and ridges adorned with heavy skirts of scree, to the distant Brunnhorn that sits back to back against its neighbour Vestrahorn. In between lay a hinterland of forbidding mountains that cloaked the monstrous Vatnajokull glacier, and before them, volleys of white surf danced across a narrow spit of black sand that stretched away beside the huge tidal lagoon into the distance and out of sight. Elemental joy, in whichever direction you chose to look.
There are no cities, towns, nor even villages here - you’d need to drive more than thirty miles in one direction before finding yourself at Djúpivogur, nestling among the south eastern fjords, home to five hundred hardy Icelanders. If instead you decide to head west, you’d travel pretty much the same distance to arrive at Höfn, a veritable metropolis in these parts with almost two and a half thousand inhabitants. Apart from that, there are farms, the odd shepherd’s hut, and an ever increasing number of cabins and bunkhouses to accommodate us tourists. All other compass points lead into the vast ocean or the mostly impenetrable mountains at the edge of the largest glacier in Europe. It’s a long way to go if you forgot to pick up that pint of milk, that’s for sure. You’d have to go and knock on a farmhouse door carrying an empty jug, unless you like your coffee black.
With all of that grand vista spreading away in front of us, the long lens offered possibilities beyond the capabilities of its companions in the bag, and in the golden hour it came into its own, especially in these unforgettable minutes when the pinks began to fill the sky, while the golds continued to linger. On the darkening sand, maybe half a mile away, a small group of visitors roamed the shore, taking selfies, playing beach games, gazing out towards the sea, totally oblivious to the three photographers lurking on those distant rocks. A rare moment when the colours of the golden and blue hours seemed to overlap one another and produce a sky that glowed with heavenly fire, drawing a frenzy of shutters rapidly opening and closing. These are the moments that stay with you, a timeless reminder of why you fell in love with landscape photography. A reminder of why a place like this gets inside of your senses and never leaves.
Our first full day in the southeastern corner had been a good one. We said farewell as Brian headed east to Djúpivogur, while we went the opposite way towards our rented chalet at Stafafell. And little did we know that just a few hours later we’d be out of bed, taking photographs of the Northern Lights. But that’s another story. And another unforgettable one at that too. Iceland keeps on making the stories write themselves.
HMM- the theme for today, 8/24, is glass. am not sure how many possibilities i'll have today but this is a glass bead, which reminded me of autumn colors, and is about a half inch in length. And i am learning to love the iphone for macros, too :)
"macro mondays" glass possibility bead golden
I love possibilities more than so-called facts.
I love imaginations more than an answer.
I love visuals more than statistics.
That’s me.
A capture from Musee Du Louvre, Paris.
the macromonday theme for today (7/17) is texture. this is one of about 8 possibilities :) the painting itself is in the first comment box.
..........her art is on Instagram @interconnectedmoment
which I created for today's Looking Close on Fridays: objects in pastel colours
If anyone has tips for achieving pastel colours in photos I'd be happy if you would share them, having tried everything I can imagine and not feeling very successful!
( I could not tone down the orange in the first shot and I find the turquoise beads a little too pale in the second. An interesting challenge, hoping to learn! )