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Seen in a Welsh cottage. I couldn't resist.
Thinking this looks a whole lot better in lightbox.
p.s. Just passed a half-million views on my stream. Mentioning this as a reflection of J.K. Rowling's words "No story lives unless someone wants to listen."
Personally, I believe the same holds true for our images, and this could be rephrased as "No image lives unless someone wishes to view it.", which also speaks to the highest purpose of what we do here on Flickr. I really do try, not only to see, but to also take the time to consider (with either thought of emotion or both) each of your images, and each day am filled with awe and joy at your work.
So thank you so very, very, very much for allowing all of our work, using Rowling's term, to live.
I decided on a whim to rebuild at least one of each of these figs, then realized I didn't have much to say about them as a whole. That Anubis fig kicks ass, but the rest are somewhat generic somehow. Especially when compared to the Dino Hunter figs that came out around the same time. In a way, the figs from both that theme and this one are entirely interchangeable.
And all the mummies are the bloody same. Though the Pharaoh himself is a pretty slick fig. As for the sets, I honestly barely remember them. A lot of maroon vehicles and some big tan structures sometimes.
Honestly, I don't think it was a bad attempt, it just didn't even hold a lit stick of dynamite to its predecessor, and ultimately ended up rather forgettable. Especially compared to some of the wilder themes like Monster Fighters. Here I've changed the Jake Raines variant to an original character just to diversify the cast, and at least added a bulldog for character.
Should lego try harder on a new Adventure theme? I certainly think so.
Il passerotto. ( Stavo seduto su questa panchina in cemento ed è venuto un attimo a farmi compagnia.)
"The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what's in between, and I took great pleasure in doing just that."
Deck 2 Chitta Katha Lake Trek - Neelum Valley, AJK - Pakistan
Two bucket list items checked off on this trip, the first was Gullfoss, but yesterday I got to see my first ever puffin. an Atlantic puffin, then my second, third... dozen or so. I have about 500 shots and that's just of this one, haven't counted the others yet, so beware, months of photostream material here.
We went off-road to get it, trekked to the most westerly point in Iceland, Latrabjarg.
Day 2, Iceland 2017
Posted in Puffin Publishing.
Geotagged.
In Springdale waiting, walking, wondering if there is an end to all the negativity I face on the daily struggle. I have moments of serenity. I find peace in the present and photography allows me to stay here fully aware. it's an effective form of meditation. I finally found comfort, albeit, momentarily while taking this photo and for that reason I've concluded that this is one of my favorites.
malinconica.. perchè lo sguardo dei cavalli mi dà questa impressione..di giornate noiose e sempre uguali..
Boy Wonder, Taken again with the Nikon D810, repeat again because the original photograph , Olympus E500 utilized. the only alterations was to remove the bird droppings, that have accumulated, Nine years ago when I decided to go the direction of photography, the 500 was 8 MP. compared now with the Nikon D810 My quest is that of comparison of the student as well the development in 9 years. The camera changed, the Photoshop level changed, as for the student is still learning. this was the last outing, have learned the master reminder, change only one thing at a time, so the true cause can be registered, the why, I had to revert back to the original camera settings. noticed that this camera has a provision, 1st shot as settings, then the second the camera goes into manual mode. every second shot over exposed ! It's a computer with a lens attached,
Ti trattengo per un istante, vecchio amico, mentre il sole gioca a nascondino tra le foglie rosse.
Ogni raggio che filtra sembra un un arrivederci sussurrato.
Vorrei fermarti qui, sospeso in questa luce dorata, dove tutto sembra eterno. Ma so che devi andare, lasciando dietro di te solo carezze di vento e il ricordo di un fuoco che non brucia.
Torna presto, caro amico autunno.
Foto scattata a Padova quest'anno
#Autunno #AutumnVibes #Padova #FoglieRosse #JapaneseMaple #TramontoAutunnale #Cambiamento #SeasonOfChange #Natura #NatureLovers #GoldenLight #MomentiUnici #FineAutunno #TimelessBeauty #FallLeaves #Ricordi #Emozioni #MyOldFriend #TimeToGo #PhotographyLovers
Questa fotocamera punta e scatta sconosciuta al grande pubblico ha tutte le carte in regola per diventare cult, e fare concorrenza a quelle più blasonate. 30 euro su ebay da venditore tedesco. Una lente 35 mm f3.5 secondo il mio punto di vista con un grandissimo carattere. Non so se è la mia impressione, ma mi pare nitida di brutto e con un gran bel contrasto. Primo scatto di prova con la ricoh ff-9. Ha anche un gradevole aspetto squadrato in perfetto stile nipponico. Sono troppo contento di questa new entry che porterò in giro parecchio senza patemi d'animo. Tra l'altro ogni tanto mi piace scattare a secco senza tanto pensare, concentrandomi solo sulla composizione.
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Analogica eseguita con punta e scatta ricoh ff-9 35mm f3.5. Pellicola fomapan100 sviluppata con Bellini RDL 1+50, scansionata con Canon EOS 60D e obiettivo canon ef-s 60mm macro. Elaborazione del RAW con "negative lab pro".
''...In questa notte elettrica e veloce,
in questa croce di Novecento,
il futuro è una palla di cannone accesa
e noi la stiamo, quasi, raggiungendo...''
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens..."
- J. R. R. Tolkien
Had these guys laying around on my desk.
Per sempre camminerò su questi lidi, tra la sabbia e la spuma,
l’alta marea cancellerà le mie orme, e il vento soffierà via la spuma.
Ma il mare e la spiaggia dureranno. Per sempre.
Kahlil Gibran,
Sabbia e spuma, 1926
Alba, Porto Caleri, Veneto.
Nessuna orma sulla spiaggia. Solo sabbia e l'orizzonte a separare il mare dal cielo pieno di luce e vento.
E un lungo tronco che le onde hanno appoggiato da tempo.
Buona serata
#luce #tronco #portocaleri #sabbia #sand #footprints #impronte #mare #sea #cielo #sky #nuvole #clouds #still #immobile #tempo #time
Quest Kodiak 100 Turbo-Prop N76LA C/N 00-0251
Photo taken at EAA Airventure Wittman Regional Airport Oshkosh Wisconsin USA July 2022
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"Sunshine is my quest…"
~ Winston Churchill
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Anyone who has been stupid enough to read my previous posts will know that some recent photos were taken on a quest to The Land Of Ice by three protagonists who have a vague connection to the canon of Norse mythology* - a god, an elf and a dwarf. This is a story of Paulvik Cliffscrambler**
Once in a while things just happen. Sometimes they are for the good, sometimes they are not.
This is the not-so-good bit. It turns out that Paulvik's fellow Vanir*** deities did not take too kindly to his questing exploits with the lovely elf, Lady Bangtidy, and the rancid dwarf, Sveinn Fishbreath, and they wanted to teach him a lesson.
In an act of meanness, the Vanir officially changed Paulvik’s Cliffscrambler name to a less flattering one. The new name resulted from unfortunate incident when Paulvik was part of a Vanir trade delegation to the recently discovered new lands called “Amereeka”. During a failed teambuilding event, in an uncomfortably hot and humid place called Kentuckee he accidentally sat on a Klondike Bar (a frozen treat made with ice cream and chocolate). The resulting stain never really washed out of Paulvik’s shorts. This led to Paulvik's new official Vanir name of Torðibrækr****
However, that expedition was not all bad for Torðibrækr. Later in the trans-Amereeka bartering trip he happened upon a group of wandering Latin Amereekan traders who were willing to exchange their livestock for his collection of magic beans in a kind of reverse Jack and the Beanstalk moment. I hear you ask, what would a god who lives in the land of ice and fire giants (who are his declared enemy) want with beans that takes him directly into their giant stronghold? Well, read on...
At a very favourable exchange rate, Paulvik became the proud owner of an exotic menagerie consisting of three Lesser Capybara, two Panamanian Night Monkeys, a White-faced Capuchin, and many Poison Dart Frogs. He believed these would be very popular in his native lands and would curry much favour with the head of the Vanir, who always wants to add to his exotic petting zoo. Paulvik was hopefully this would get him back in the Vanir’s good books and they would revoke his newly acquired moniker. Alas, Paulvik did not understand the consequences of handling the brightly coloured froggy amphibians and, after eating another Klondike Bar without washing his hands first, he developed a very, very bad, and alarmingly sudden, gastric tract problem. The results only reinforced his new Torðibrækr nickname.
A sad tale, I’m sure you will agree.
What is the connection with Vestrahorn you may be asking yourself? The answer is none, really. The origins of this fanciful tale were hatched over a few alcoholic beverages in North Wales when Lady Bangtidy and I decided that our partner-in-crime had gotten away too lightly in my previous ramblings. So we made up a story that would address the balance, especially when we know that much of the “adventures” we had on our real quest were down to his stupid suggestions. Yes, we are taking about the long hike back to the car where we nearly got lost following his lead in the freezing pitch black of night while trudging into the 50-60mph headwinds. And did I mention my contorted tripod thanks to a dereliction of Paulvik's responsibility?
And why set it in Amereeka? Well, on this side of the pond we hear it has got a bit run down lately, but it will be great again soon. Very great. The greatest. Biggly great, in fact. But probably lacking in trade delegations for a while.
* Not really, but this author is a sloppy writer and is lacking in linguistic creativity. But, hey!, even Tolkien borrowed heavily from the Edda and sagas of Iceland. So don’t expect too much from me!
** The following may be 100% pure fiction. Or maybe not. But probably.
*** As mentioned a previous post, Paulvik is a Vanir, a group of “lesser” Norse gods. The “lesser” epitaph is a constant source of annoyance to the Vanir and, as a result, has made them ever so slightly ultra right-wing elitist. They hate all other species. Totally. Think of them as the fascist of the mythical world. Not Paulvik, though. In the land of the mortals of Middle Earth, he is known by the name “Extremelyniceandgenerousman*****.”
**** Roughly translates to “poopy-pants”
***** He may have termed that himself.
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Part 2 (here)
More #castleTRON next week!
2019 Weekly Alphabet Challenge, Week 17, Q for Quest
I saw the object for the weekly challenge in my crystal ball ;-)
Magazine: Quest, braintainment
Ritengo questo uno degli scatti meglio riusciti della serie...a Nadia è piaciuta moltissimo la mostra ...
www.gianadda.ch/wq_pages/fr/expositions/
Il Sonnar non ha rivali in contrasto e morbidezza dello sfuocato..
Qui poca luce penso fatta f2..
Contax IIIa + Sonnar 50mm f/1,5 (anni 50)+ Kodak Portra 400
One of the many brave dog teams participating in the 2007 Yukon Quest - an epic 1000 mile race from Whitehorse, Yukon to Fairbanks, Alaska.
Best viewed a little larger
La canzone del padre - De Andrè
Il sistema è quello che è. Il mondo è quello che è. La stupidità è quella che è. Un vigliacco è quello che è. Il rispetto è quello che è. La stima è quella che è. L'amicizia è quella che è. Uno stronzo è quello che è. Il pensiero è quello che è. E io sono quello che sono.
Sono quello che sono ed è questo il problema. Un casino di vita, fatta di crucci, gioie e dolori, di belle prospettive e amare delusioni, di lealtà e sotterfugi. Lotta e contrarietà verso una giustizia che non è vera giustizia, almeno ai miei occhi, che sono umani e quindi soggetti ad una soggettività forviante; dentro all'anima sento forte un qualcosa che non va come deve andare. Scorgo negli sguardi e nelle parole quella crudezza di coloro che ti reputano solo un coglione, ignorante e inetto, e purtroppo lo vedo ovunque. Negli amici, familiari e colleghi. Sarà la fuliggine dello sconforto ma è questa la sensazione che mi pervade e mi porta a credere che effettivamente il mio valore in qualsivoglia cosa sia pari a zero, conscio che solo un pazzo scommetterebbe un penny su un cavallo zoppo. Le certezze di questi ultimi tre anni hanno applaudito frantumandosi al suolo, un istante bastò per dissolvere quello a cui, in fondo, neanche io credevo. In fondo c'è solo una cosa vera in tutto ciò ed è la totale mancanza di stima, degli altri e di me stesso verso me stesso. Rimugini secondi, minuti ed ore. Fatica persa la tua, nel cercar di dar vita a sogni, a trattare con umanità coloro che conoscono solo il bastone o, in fondo, semplicemente cercando di conquistare quella stima, dovuta a molti, donata a pochi.
Idiota è egli che spera nel valere qualcosa, risvegliandosi con la consapevolezza di esser come acqua che vaporizza al sole o di diventar letame quando il motto sembra solo quello di porre al riparo da scossoni il proprio fondo schiena, ed in poche ore, anzi, in pochi minuti passi per un bugiardo e sleale, unica tua colpa da incastrare nel mosaico della chimera che tesse la sua tela magica, portando il seme della discordia. Difficile sarà uscirne e con lunga agonia sarai costretto a soccombere.
Immagino, ora, quell'uomo dentro ad una cella umida, ed è il mio sguardo che resta dietro quelle sbarre, come quel carbonaro rinchiuso nelle carceri di Santa Margherita, diventando mie quelle sue prigioni fatte di ingiustizia senza ideali.
Praktica BC1
Ilford Hp5 400@1600