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Most people living in the UK will have a good idea of what my home county holds for the visitor, even if they've never been here. "Hmm, Cornwall," many of them say to us when we're on our own travels. "Long way down the country to get there. Nice beaches. We went to Newquay one year," or "We like to go to Stein's in Padstow. Have you been there?" In spite of the fact that we have been in possession of an unused voucher for the place since July last year, we still haven't been there. It may be a statistical fact that half of the celebrity chefs in Britain have a restaurant somewhere within 30 miles of where I live. Personally I favour Greg and Lou's fish and chip shop in Redruth, two miles from home, or Manha Spice in Illogan. As far as I'm aware, neither of the proprietors of these establishments have held down a regular slot on prime time television, but then their prices don't involve parting with family heirlooms to pay the bill and their fare is more than good enough to please my simple palate as well. Nobody has ever mentioned Redruth or Illogan in one of those awkward moments on foreign soil when strangers attempt to engage us in conversation about where we come from. I like it that way. I should stress that I have no affiliation with either establishment and will not benefit financially or otherwise if you take this as a recommendation to visit them. Although they could do me a chip butty and a Chicken Jalfrezi if they like. Not at the same time though - I'm not entirely unrefined.
Still, one thing the wider world is right about is our coast. Surrounded by the sea on three sides and attached to the rest of England by a handful of miles in the north east corner it's stunning, whatever the season. Wild, windswept and remote it's a place that visitors have been coming to for far longer than any of us have been on the planet. Enormous sandy sweeps backed by dunes, small rocky inlets and coves, and pretty harbours filled with fishing boats draw them in their droves. Generally speaking, people know we have a coastline.
What we're less famous for is our rivers. The country isn't long, wide or flat enough to have many broad sweeping meanders plotting their way through sunlit meadows past nodding willows and sleepy villages. But some of the ones we do have are spectacular. The River Fowey (pronounced Foy - just to set you on the right foot with the locals) crashes down from the wilderness of Bodmin Moor, making its way southwards until it meets the sea at the town of the same name (also pronounced Foy). I can sit and watch it happily for hours.
And that's exactly what I did on Saturday at Golitha Falls. I was here a couple of months earlier in the same position, taking more or less the same picture. When I got home I was disappointed by the glare on the surface of the river and decided I must have forgotten to spin the polariser. Cursing myself for a schoolboy error I vowed to return, only to find that the problem persisted. I'd evidently done everything I could have the previous time, but failed to appreciate that the filter wasn't going to remove all of the glare. I guess it's something we're all just going to have to live with.
In a couple of weeks I'm going to head there again. While many of you live further north in the UK and are seeing the colours change already, the leaves are still mostly green down here in the far South West. I want them to be red, brown and gold, but it seems I need to wait a while longer. I love having a reason to need to go back.
I recently took a trip to land between the lakes national recreation area in Kentucky. A nature station there houses animals that for various reasons cannot be released to the wild. Two beautiful coyotes occupied one enclosure. One seemed very tame and came close to the fence. This one was very shy and reticent, although he looks a little more stern in this shot. It's so wonderful to see wildlife this close, but I was glad there was a fence between us.
I'd like to say this Northern Copperhead is lying in wait to protect his buddy Garter Snake but in all reality they are just basking buddies. 7-19-16.
Sweat
Dripping down your chest
Thinking ‘bout your tattooed knuckles
On my thigh boy boy boy
Cold
Shower… you got no
Power to control
How I make you my toy toy toy
My hips rocking
As we keep lip locking
Got the neighbors screaming
Even louder louder
Lick me down like you were
Rolling rile
I’m smoking…
Come and put me out.
I’m your dream girl
This is real love
But you know what they say about me…
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
Oh Baby
You so bad boy
Drive me mad boy
But you don’t care what they say about me…
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
I got your name
Hanging from my chain…
Don’t you wanna claim
My body like a vandal?
You got the cure
Underneath your shirt…
Don’t you wanna save this
Dirty little damsel?
Got my mink coat falling on the
Motel floor… you’re on the bed
Wolf whistling louder louder
Your lips smudging all my
Make up… kicking both my heels off
Come and pin me down
I’m your dream girl
This is real love
But you know what they say about me…
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
Oh Baby
You so bad boy
Drive me mad boy
But you don’t care what they say about me…
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
[Bridge:]
That girl
Is a god damn problem
That girl
Is a god damn problem
That girl
Is a god damn problem
We’re hell raising
And we don’t need saving
‘Cause there's no salvation for a bad girl
We’re rock bottom
But there ain’t no stopping
‘Cause they don’t know nothing about love
We’re hell raising
And we don’t need saving
‘Cause there's no salvation for a bad boy
We’re rock bottom
But there ain’t no stopping
‘Cause its you and me against the world
I’m your dream girl
This is real love
But you know what they say about me…
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
Oh, baby
You so bad boy
Drive me mad boy
But you don’t care what they say about me…
That girl is a problem
Girl is a problem
Girl is a problem problem
Let me see you take your
Shirt, shoes, jeans, all off
Shirt, shoes, jeans
And we ain’t even at the beach
Even at the beach, even at the beach...
I’m a take my
Skirt, boots, rings, all off
Skirt, boots, rings
And we ain’t even at the beach…
Even at the beach, even at the beach…
God damn problem.
De problemen met de treinstellen BR 422 rondom de tunnel in Dortmund zijn nog steeds niet over. De Deutsche Bahn zet daarom nog steeds Ersatzzügen in op de S1 (S-Bahn Rhein-Ruhr) tussen Essen Steele Ost en Dortmund Hbf.
Essen Eiberg, 26 juli 2017
A few problems with this one - it doesn't bear looking at larger, so just - don't!! If I got the windows straight, the vase was crooked, and vice versa, hence the angle!! Nevertheless, the red flowers appealed and the red glass vase just looks great, so I thought I would share anyways!!
Here faced with a vintage photo, the old problem of : too many cars in Venice. Which has always gripped the splendid city of Venice.
This is a concept I dreamed up about people that solve problems all day, people issues, technical issues. Spending your whole day solving problems! This is how I feel most days! hence the epitome of puzzles.. behold the Rubix breakfast! Solving problems from the moment you wake!
Problem with Flikr this evening, your photos posted today (18/03) are not displayed. I hope to be able to view them (and comment
on them) as soon as possible.
Problème avec Flikr ce soir , vos photos postées ce jour (18/03) ne s'affichent pas . J'espère pouvoir les visionner (et commenter) dès que possible .
Sunset at Brickfield, Trinidad & Tobago
Dumping of trash any and everywhere unfortunately is a huge problem in T&T now and has been for some time , its disgusts me to be honest , tried to bring some beauty into a not to beautiful sight.
Thanks for taking the time to view this
and leave your feedback , much appreciated
A puzzle is a game, problem, or toy that tests a person's ingenuity or knowledge. In a puzzle, the solver is expected to put pieces together (or take them apart) in a logical way, in order to find the solution of the puzzle. There are different genres of puzzles, such as crossword puzzles, word-search puzzles, number puzzles, relational puzzles, and logic puzzles. The academic study of puzzles is called enigmatology.
Puzzles are often created to be a form of entertainment but they can also arise from serious mathematical or logical problems. In such cases, their solution may be a significant contribution to mathematical research.
The Oxford English Dictionary dates the word puzzle (as a verb) to the end of the 16th century. Its earliest use documented in the OED was in a book titled The Voyage of Robert Dudley...to the West Indies, 1594–95, narrated by Capt. Wyatt, by himself, and by Abram Kendall, master (published circa 1595). The word later came to be used as a noun, first as an abstract noun meaning 'the state or condition of being puzzled', and later developing the meaning of 'a perplexing problem'. The OED's earliest clear citation in the sense of 'a toy that tests the player's ingenuity' is from Sir Walter Scott's 1814 novel Waverley, referring to a toy known as a "reel in a bottle".
The etymology of the verb puzzle is described by OED as "unknown"; unproven hypotheses regarding its origin include an Old English verb puslian meaning 'pick out', and a derivation of the verb pose.
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Lumix S5 - Sigma 24-70mm f/2.8
1/200 f/7.1 100 ISO @37mm
Me....all through school!
CHEF clabudak wants us to have fun with math and geometry!
➤ Your image must have an overall abstract quality
➤ It must include at least one human body part
➤ Also at least one geometrical shape
➤ And a mathematical or geometrical diagram and/or equation
➤ NO MONOTONES
Well, of course, I was wrong! I HAVE used math quite a bit in my lifetime. All the items pictured were from Pixabay. Text from Picsart.
It was common to see dogs and their owners on the street, but this scene was actually fairly unique: a muzzled dog, who seemed to be patiently enduring the contraption that had been stuck on his face.
I have no idea what kind of dog this is, or whether he was prone to bite anyone within reach; it might have been something as simple as preventing the mutt from barking too loudly. In any case, both dog and owner seemed to be strolling along without any great drama.
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As I’ve mentioned in a couple of recent Tumblr blog postings, I’m working on an exercise for a new class that I’ve started taking at the International Center of Photography (ICP) in the fall of 2015.( You can see the earlier Tumblr postings here and here.)
In addition to taking a bunch of photos (see the other Tumblr postings for details and descriptions of what the photos are supposed to illustrate), we also have the task of editing our images down to a maximum of 10 “presentation images” that we will share with the ICP class next week. When our instructor, Joanne Dugan, asked me last week if I anticipated having any problems with this aspect of the assignment, I shrugged and said, “No, I do this all the time …”
Well, yes and no: I do do a lot of editing/winnowing of my photos before deciding which ones should be shared with anyone else. But I had forgotten that I also do a lot of cropping, color-adjustment, tweaking, and general post-processing before I upload my photos to Flickr, Facebook, or even Instagram. For this particular ICP exercise, we were also told not to crop the photos, and not to do any post-processing. That makes things a lot more difficult …
On the other hand, part of the exercise is to assemble and share a maximum of ten photos that collectively tell a “story” of some kind – and to “tell” that story with anywhere from a word, to a sentence, to a paragraph for each of the photos. That makes things a lot easier … after all, if a photo has to be presented in isolation, then it truly stands alone. And it is intended to be viewed without any accompanying text, then it really stands alone. There’s nothing wrong with that; indeed, one might argue that that’s the whole point of photography: a picture should “tell” a story all by itself, without any extraneous verbiage to “explain” what might not be obvious to the viewer.
But not very many things exist in complete isolation of the rest of the universe, especially in today’s interconnected world. I suppose some people would debate that point quite vigorously; and some people might argue that a photograph of a person, place, or thing should be able to “stand alone” without anything else. I certainly have seen photos that fall into this category, and I suppose I’ve taken a few like that, too. Or, maybe if I never intended my photos to be considered in complete isolation from one another, perhaps that’s how some people prefer to look at them …
But for me, that’s a pretty rare phenomenon. Almost always, I find myself telling a story. The photographs obviously present one “dimension” of the story, in a visual form; and I’ve been trying to remind myself lately that videos can present can present one, and sometimes two, additional dimensions (motion and sound) that can add enormously to the viewer’s understanding and appreciation of the underlying story.
But even if one uses only traditional photos, I find that it’s almost impossible for me to crate (or make, or take) one photo by itself; invariably, I take dozens, if not hundreds or even thousands, which collectively tell a story. It may be a story about someplace I’ve been, or some event in which I’ve participated, or some individual (or group of individuals) that I want the viewer to know and appreciate in more detail than would be possible to communicate in a single photo.
And then there are the words … maybe it’s because I spend part of my time as a writer and teacher that I find it almost impossible not to augment my photos with words. Lots of words. Indeed, sometimes far too many words; and sometimes clumsy words, or the wrong words. And I do realize that there are times when the situation would be improved if I would just shut up, and let the photograph do all of the communication. But for better or worse, I guess I’m a photojournalist.
With that in mind, I began the process of editing the photos for my recent ICP assignment. Here’s what I found:
1. It’s not as easy as one might think, when you start with a large number. I began winnowing the original images when I had 2,700 (after 9 days of shooting), and I still had 5 days of shooting left).
2. It’s much more difficult than I had imagined, given the constraints of my ICP class: no cropping, no post-processing, and a maximum of only 10 images. I’ve worked within those constraints for the final images that I’m submitting to the ICP class; but for these Flickr uploads, I’ve ended up with 40-45 images – and they have been heavily cropped, tilted, color-corrected, noise-dusted, and tweaked in various other ways. C’est la vie…
3. Using the collection of photos to “tell a story” is both easier and harder than I thought it would be. I’m including these background notes in all of the photos that get uploaded to Flickr … because I’ve learned (form past experience) that some visitor will zoom in on just one particular photo, without necessarily looking at all of them, and/or without seeing the overall notes for the entire album. And I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to write a few sentences to provide the background details for each photo … but whether they “flow” and create one overall, coherent “story” remains to be seen.
4. Aside from a narrative “story,” there are some “themes” that I noticed throughout this entire two-week exercise. The most significant one was exactly what I had anticipated: patterns. If you are lucky enough to sit in the same spot at the same time, day after day, you see the same rhythms, the same people, the same repetitions of life’s little actions and emotions. Many people have the opportunity to see these patterns, because they do follow the same schedule, day after day, on their way to their job or their school. But some of us have irregular routines, and any, most of us don’t pay any attention. If you slow down, and pay attention, you’ll see the patterns.
But sometimes the pattern involves uniqueness – i.e. strange and unusual people or events that seem to happen only once. But I have to keep reminding myself that my visits have lasted only two weeks; if I was here for a month, or a full season, or perhaps an entire year – then perhaps I would see these strange incidents repeating themselves
5. Another theme – which I did not anticipate, but was delighted to see – was the pervasive sense of affection and caring between and among everyone on the street. Mostly it was apparent in the interactions between parents and children; but sometimes it was between dog-owners and the dogs they were walking; sometimes it was between friends who happened to be walking along together; and sometimes it was between complete strangers and me, as the strangers would smile and nod and say “hello” if they noticed I was watching them. It was a great experience.
:V So troll.
Thanks to Eclipse because this wouldn't not be possible without his help LOL.
45. I'll most likely end up doing some sort of Scene or something that uses all 45 and it will be legit.
Your problem is to bridge the gap which exists between where you are now and the goal you intend to reach.
Earl Nightingale
Eddie was a great diver and had gotten himself out of tight spots before but this had to be one of the worse spots he'd ever been in...
2nd Place Winner dA Gallery Challenge 107
Created for dA Users Gallery Challenge 107 – Clock/s
Clock/s with thanks to JEricaM
Background: WavebreakMediaMicro www.dollarphotoclub.com/64984271
Texture: SkeletalMess Cracked Mask
Deja que tus problemas se hagan humo para que lleguen pronto el cielo y alguien pueda echarte una mano
No dejes que las nubes tapen el sol ...
Pittosporum Leaf.
The immediate problem with the Macro Mondays Speckled theme this week was that I had already eaten all the chocolate eggs (suitably speckled) at Christmas. That was probably wise seeing at the house was filled with chocolate gannets at the time, but it did leave me with problem as to what to do for the theme.
Things got worse. All the bean seeds in the garden shed turned out not to be speckled!
But there was an upside to this disappointing discovery - I was already outside during a brief lull in the rain, and so was encouraged to wander around looking for inspiration.
This is a leaf from the Pittosporum bush by the front gate. Pittosporums are lovely plants with small characterful leaves and fine dark branches. The leaves can be shiny, crinkly or variegated depending on the variety. This is a non-shiny, non-crinkly, variegated type.
The leaf is 3.5 centimetres long though the bush is bigger than I am - think six foot six (who are you kidding?? :) ). Interestingly as I tried to wrest a sample off I also discovered that the twiggy branches are tough and aromatic when damaged.
The reason this plant was interesting is that, when the leaves are damaged, the damaged parts turn purple. In winter when the leaves are growing slowly they are often covered in purple spots, as is this one.
This image was taken using my cheap and cheerful LED lightbox to capture the leaf veins. Ironically the transmitted light caused most of the spots to disappear (they must be largely on the surface and transparent). Ah well… it's still an interesting image.
The title comes from memories of teenage angst in winter when, just like this leaf's spots, the acne was always worst (not mine obviously ;) ).
Also for 7DWF group's Macro & Close-up themed Wednesday.
Thank you for taking time to look. I do hope you enjoy the image. Happy Macro Monday to all my friends and to everyone else too. :)
[LED lightbox; tripod; remote release; manual focus; VR off.
Lightroom: bumped contrast, vibrancy, clarity and saturation. In the colour channels saturated green, red and magenta.
In Affinity Photo clarity filter and High Pass layer with Linear Light blend mode for sharpening (better results than Unsharp Mask); slight dark vignette tailored for shape.
I tried lots of ideas and approaches but simple proved once again to be better. Still experimentation was fun and educational :) ]
are you here to make your confession, my son?
yes, father. it's my first time. I'm not sure if I can do it.
of course you can. what are your sins, my son?
you promise not to tell anyone?
you can rely on me. in fact, it's nothing personal at all. go ahead, ask me if I care.
you don't care?
whatever you did is definitely not my problem. no way. isn't that comforting?
somehow it's not exactly what I thought.
you see? I knew I could put your mind at ease.
yeah. something like that.
A man walks in the dank underbelly of Philadelphia, on his way to fix what no one else had the courage to.
Part of a series of images I hope to collect these next few months.
After a busy day and thinking that I wouldn't get to upload this week I had a look through the games that we have and came across one of my wife's birthday presents.
As I was struggling for ideas on how to present it I decided to go for diagonal lines and curves.
We did have a Trivial Pursuit box bit unfortunately all the pieces with exception of the cards are missing.
The problem with trawling through the hard drive looking for clutter to chuck out is that it's so easy to get diverted!
Pacific National 8135 & 8178 waste no time flying through Illabo on Empty Grain Train no. 5CM6 bound for Geelong
18/9/25
In the help forum
Erica Foley
says:
Fellas, there are like 1/2 dozen threads on this topic. The culprit is Android mobile, and the best guess is that Android bots are just going through people's entire libraries. Probably copying every image as they go, but if you're pro and click through to the details of where your pics are coming from, safe bet it's mobile/Android.
Not that you'd ever learn that from someone authoritative like, say, Flickr support....
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"I'm telling you, these aren't a new version of Stormtrooper."
Stormtrooper Steve and Stuart encounter problems after a delivery mix up.
Re-edited and Re-posted - 27/09/11