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Kirk Shireman, third from right, NASA's deputy ISS program manager, answers reporter’s questions during a Soyuz post-docking press conference at the Russian Mission Control Center in Korolev, Russia on Saturday, Dec. 18, 2010. The Soyuz TMA-20 docked to the International Space Station carrying Expedition 26 Soyuz Commander Dmitry Kondratyev, Flight Engineer Catherine Coleman and European Space Agency Flight Engineer Paolo Nespoli. Photo Credit: (NASA/Carla Cioffi)
"Their common name refers to a distinctive silver mark on the hindwing." Can't see it here, unfortunately.. Proboscis in the sand?
should i do a 365 thing, guys?
i've kindof been thinking about it lately, but i have some reservations. i already have well over 365 pictures of myself, so i'm not sure what i'd need more for, so i'm just thinking about it, and i'd like your opinions, if you have any.
i'm not sure i'd have the time to keep up with it, but i'm looking for something to challenge myself with this year. i know taking self-portraits isn't that hard for me, so i'm wondering if there's a way i could make it more interesting.
i could do 365 pictures of not-myself, but i'm sure a lot of these will be done in my house when i get home from school/work late at night, so taking pictures of objects around my house might get old. plus, there's usually more options for pictures with people in them.
or i could do 365 not-photoshopped pictures, but i <3 photoshop lots and i don't feel like it's that much of a crutch for me (though i assume lots of people might think otherwise). plus the whole bragging about "sooc" is kindof lame, ngl.
i could also try to write a small something to go along with each picture.
so i don't know.
also, where would i post them? on this flickr, i imagine, but then where would i post pictures that were not-365 related?
i know it's generally better to post as little as possible each day and not bombard flickr, but that's difficult enough for me as it is. i could make another flickr for a 365, i guess.
so, yeah, what do you guys think (assuming anyone cares)? any ideas to how i could liven up a 365 project? how do you guys approach it, if you do at all? what are your reasons for doing it? do you think it's kindof a boring/generic thing to do? if i were to do one, do you think i should post it here, or make a new, 365-exclusive flickr/tumblr/something else? i would like to know your thoughts on anything, if you wouldn't mind telling me. :]
(for the record this picture is a few weeks old, not the beginning of a 365.)
This was my second choice image for the Leading Questions project with Clipper. I really like this shot but felt that the humor of the first shot suited him better.
His interview can be found here:
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The behind the scenes blog can be found here:
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Strobist info:
WL X1600 through 4 foot octadome without the outer diffusion panel.
Fired by PW's.
This shot was made with my 5D. It's interesting to see the differences between it in the film shot below.
She's just such a lovely doll. I *think* my girl is flawless, though occasionally the way the lens captures her right eye makes me question if it's a tiny bit wonky in some way. It might just be that stern little expression of hers wincing at me though. ;)
Teilhard always took his questions seriously. Their intense pursuit was a way of life. And, to attempt to answer them, he was ever attentive to Matter's advice: “bathe yourself in the ocean of matter; plunge into it where it is deepest and most violent; struggle in its currents and drink of its waters.” 9 These words rang in his ears and stirred in his heart as he struggled with one question after another. They provided him with an image for how to proceed.
-Teilhard's Struggle, Embracing the Work of Evolution, Kathleen Duffy, SSJ
Si l'on regarde l'offre actuelle des différents constructeurs en matière de boîtiers photo, tous les modèles affichent une fiche technique particulièrement fournie. Dès lors, une question récurrente se pose : est-il possible de tomber sur un "mauvais" boîtier ?
En fait, tout dépend de ce dont on parle. En termes de qualité d'image, tous les boîtiers, même en entrée de gamme, sont capables de livrer des clichés très qualitatifs, avec un bon niveau de détails et une excellente restitution des couleurs. De même, tous les boîtiers vendus aujourd'hui dépassent (et de très loin) les performances de leurs aînés sur les photos en basse lumière. Il y a quelques années, capturer des clichés à 6400 ISO était presque impensable ; aujourd'hui, c'est devenu quelque chose de "presque" banal.
En fait, la différence entre deux boîtiers va se jouer sur d'autres critères. Je pense notamment à l'autofocus : non seulement en termes de vitesse d'accroche du sujet, mais aussi d'efficacité de la détection et du suivi du sujet et de son œil (humain, animaux, véhicules, etc).
De même, la vitesse en rafale – mais aussi la capacité de la mémoire tampon (buffer) – sont deux aspects importants.
Enfin, l'ergonomie va être un point assez intéressant à étudier : même au sein d'une même marque, certains appareils s'avèrent plus agréables à prendre en main et à utiliser que d'autres.
En définitive et dans mon cas de figure, j’ai décidé de ne plus faire l’acquisition de nouveaux boîtiers même, si je dois vous l’avouer avoir été très intéressé par le nouveau Nikon Z9 après l’avoir eu en mains pendant quelques temps et prêté gratuitement par l’importateur de l’enseigne en Belgique !
Ma conclusion est qu’avec ma collection relativement importante de boîtiers et d’objectifs Nikon, j’ai décidé de continuer de shooter avec mes deux boîtiers phares à savoir le D500 et le D4s et d’utilisés les autres qu’occasionnellement !
Pour les objectifs le problème est évidemment différent puisqu’ils resteront toujours fonctionnels avec n’importe quel boîtier choisi !
Bonne journée et à bientôt les artistes :D
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If we look at the current offer of the various manufacturers in terms of photo cameras, all the models display a particularly extensive technical sheet. Therefore, a recurring question arises: is it possible to come across a "bad" box?
In fact, it all depends on what we are talking about. In terms of image quality, all cameras, even entry-level, are capable of delivering high-quality shots, with a good level of detail and excellent color reproduction. Similarly, all cameras sold today exceed (by far) the performance of their elders in low-light photos. A few years ago, capturing shots at ISO 6400 was almost unthinkable; today, it has become something "almost" commonplace.
In fact, the difference between two boxes will be played on other criteria. I'm thinking in particular of the autofocus: not only in terms of the speed of capturing the subject, but also of the effectiveness of the detection and tracking of the subject and its eye (human, animals, vehicles, etc.).
Likewise, burst speed – but also buffer capacity – are two important aspects.
Finally, ergonomics will be a rather interesting point to study: even within the same brand, some devices are more pleasant to handle and use than others.
In the end and in my case, I decided not to acquire new cameras even, if I must admit to you that I was very interested in the new Nikon Z9 after having had it in my hands for a few time and loaned free of charge by the importer of the sign in Belgium!
My conclusion is that with my relatively large collection of Nikon cameras and lenses, I decided to continue shooting with my two flagship cameras, the D500 and the D4s and only used the others occasionally!
For the lenses the problem is obviously different since they will always remain functional with any chosen case!
Have a nice day and see you soon artists :D
more freelensing; I have definitely fallen in love with it again
this is actually one of my favorites ever, I think.
and the only edit is slight curve adjustment
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WHAT THE CHEESE I'm on a laptop now and this looks reaaally desaturated! :( rgg! what does it look like on yours? (it looks good on my compy....I guess it just depends, oh wellz.)
As a B&B host (not an Air BnB Superhost! no thanks) I get asked many questions: where to go, what to see, what's the weather going to do today, etc? Fortunately, having an interest in photography has helped me in that, as I regularly recce the area to check roads, where deer are, highland coos, etc, and taste the local whisky so that I know!
Sometimes I'm powerless to help. When people (French) travel from the south of France to the Scottish Highlands and then decide it's too far to go 25 miles to explore the end of the Ardnamurchan peninsula. Or they only bring white trainers and no walking boots with them as if expecting to only walk on city pavements and not across unspoilt and rugged Mother Nature. I despair sometimes with the lack of 'nous' or planning. Of course they also expect to get up late and then set off for a day trip of all of Skye....and haven't even thought to book a ferry in peak season.
Some, a few, arrive better prepared, some with teenage kids more interested in staying in the room and playing Call of Duty on the Playstation. To them, I might say, why not go far off the beaten trail out to Glendrian?
Your kids can get some lungfulls of pure, fresh highland air, some exercise and some education (why do people come here with big plastic bottles of Highland Spring water bottled from some drain near the Ochil Hills near Glasgow? How could it be more pure than what we have come out of the mountains around here? At least I'm reasonably confident our water hasn't already passed through several other human beings, and only filtered after flowing through the whole sewage system and chemically recycled).
Glendrian is an abandoned crofting township in the centre of the Ardnamurchan peninsula centred on grid reference NM480687. It is a Scheduled Monument, Historic Scotland describing it as “of national importance because of its potential to contribute to our understanding of post-medieval settlement and economy. Although only abandoned in the 1940s the settlement incorporates information for the earlier expansion and contraction of the community who lived here. The buildings are varied in date and style and contain evidence for the complex history of settlement on the site.”
Glendrian’s lands occupy the eastern half of the low land within the circle of hills formed by the main ring dykes of the Ardnamurchan Tertiary Volcanic Complex. Even in winter, when the vegetation has died back, the buildings are difficult to see.
But take your teenagers out there and ask them to imagine it was their home, completely isolated and cut off in the low land where there is total silence within the circle of hills formed by the main ring dykes of the Ardnamurchan Tertiary Volcanic Complex. There's no road to it. No electricity. The running water is in the form of a burn along the bottom of the shallow valley. No shops. And apart from feeding and tending to the animals kids still had to go to school in Kilchoan, six miles over the hills. And they didn't have modern water and windproof clothing to cloth them as they walked to school in winter darkness, and rain, hail and snow. And shock-horror: tell your teenagers they had no phone signal or wifi either!
People lived in Glendrian until the 1940's until the convenience of motorised transport links, shops and electricity lured them to living in towns and villages. 80 years on, if they were still alive would they move back, valuing the quality of life in Glendrian: no noise, no traffic, no crowds, no crime, no rape, no knife crime - a peaceful way of life? That's what 'civilisation' should be. Indeed the movement of people to live in towns and cities has heralded the end of civilisation! A visit to Glendrian can teach modern youth, and city and town folk a lot! I scuttled off home before the rain arrived.
A more comprehensive history of the settlement is here : heritageardnamurchan.co.uk/glendrian/
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An abandoned cart tossed into a river begs the question why someone would do this and for what purpose.
i was walking back from dinner. not far from plaça catalunya. he stood in the middle of the crowd. motionless. behind the mask, no expression. on his laptop, two pigs in a metal cage. nothing moved, except the traffic. i stayed.
Hôtel Ibis brûlé. Beaucoup de questions se posent par rapport à cet incendie.
Pourquoi cet hôtel? Pourquoi les policiers n'étaient pas là alors qu'ils étaient là quelque temps avant et qu'ils étaient en surnombre?
Le feu fait de belles images... ça fait un bon outil pour empêcher les manifestants pacifiques de s'exprimer.
That is the question that blond mom and her two cubs are trying to answer as they stand above the river’s edge watching for salmon. Although there are fish, the tide is still too high, making it very unlikely that she would be able to fish successfully. She and the cubs look good and healthy. It’s still early in the season. Over the next 5 to 6 weeks they will gain enormous amounts of weight. It’s weight needed to survive the bitterly cold winter and carry them into spring. #brownbears
This is the caterpillar of the Question Mark butterfly (Polygonia interrogationis). There is a tiny mark on the underside of the butterfly's wing that gives it the unusual name. I photographed this spiky creature at the Butterfly Haven in Pingree, Idaho.
.Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Turret Arch under Milky Way skies with a bit of light painting in Arches National park. We have 2 spots left for our upcoming workshop in Arches and Canyonlands. You can read all about it and sign up by visiting the link below. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.
"Zanna is a genus of tropical lantern bugs (family Fulgoridae) found in Asia and Africa. They are mostly grey with black speckling with a long snout with some folds on the surface. Although usually placed in the family Fulgoridae, molecular studies question this placement."
I've been questioned as to how old I am today. Well, I don't give that info out without a fight. Here are a few clues...
- I was born during Eisenhower's first term as president
- The first movie I ever saw in a theater was The Parent Trap, starring Hayley Mills. I was six years old and had a crush on Hayley Mills well into adulthood.
- Earliest TV memory is The Mickey Mouse Club, which came on at 5:00 p.m. EST and which I never missed.
- I was informed that President Kennedy had been assassinated by my 4th grade teacher.
Good luck!
As neuroses go, it's probably not among the most damaging that a poor tortured soul might have to endure. In fact, considering everything that ails humankind these days I probably shouldn't mention it at all. But here's the thing. I hate my name. Always have done since I was old enough to master all three syllables. And don't tell me it's a nice name. It doesn't matter whether you think it is or not, because as the person who has to live with it, it's on my birth certificate, my driving licence and my passports (both British and Irish) and I detest it with a passion. During the early years of my working life I'd give my name to somebody over the phone and then have to spell out every single letter. One builder whose accounts I was given to work on called me “Sebastian” instead. Which sounded quite ridiculous in a West Cornwall accent. He thought it was hilarious, and he was the customer so I had to grin politely and put up with it. Whenever I say my name it sounds as if I'm a very minor member of the aristocracy. An impoverished fourth son of the baron of a dried up salt marsh who stopped receiving invitations to an audience with the king in the early 1950’s. Nowadays, only people who've known me forever call me Dominic. Generally speaking that's my parents, although my sister often slips into it. She's also had three syllables dumped on her. Rebecca, but only Mum, who remains insistent on this nonsense, calls her that. Everyone else has always called her Becky. My brother is kinder and calls me Dom unless he's in a playful mood and wants to annoy me. As you’ll read later, he got away lightly.
I dropped the “inic” many years ago and anyone who has come into my orbit over the last twenty years simply knows me as Dom. My closest friends only know me as Dom, because that's what I told them my name was when I met them for the first time. “Dom” I can deal with, even though it's often misheard as John or Tom, or mistyped as Don. Once in Barcelona I told the waitress I was “Domingo.” It was the only way to avoid confusion. As for “Dominic,” hardly anyone could spell that correctly. There'd be a K on the end, or two many O's and not enough ‘I's. Or all of those things. One secretary where I worked in my twenties always called me Dominique. Spelt it that way on Christmas cards too. Even though I love France, I'm not French. In the same workplace, an IT consultant spent a few weeks with us and was introduced to me as Nic. It was only when he had to put his full name on a form that I realised we had the same first name. He obviously hated Dominic too, but had been rather more inventive than me at throwing the nomenclature pedants off the scent. Why hadn't I thought of Nic? That would have been much better. Although I suppose everyone would still have added a K on the end. Later on, a cleaner who was hovering on the brink of retirement became convinced my name was Duncan. “Alright Duncan?” she’d chirp squeakily as she came in to empty the bins at the end of each day. I’ve really no idea where she’d got Duncan from, and before long, it was too late to disabuse her. To her, I’d always be Duncan. My colleagues loved this. As for my surname, don't even go there. It's Haughton, not Houghton or Horton or any similar version of events. Hardly anyone gets that right first time. Almost everyone says it wrong too. Even people who've known me for years pronounce it wrongly. I've been on many adventures with Lee, and he still pronounces it Howton. But it's Horton. Spelt Haughton. With an A and only one O, and definitely no R's. Keeping up? Can you see why it drives me around the bend? Told you it was a pain to live with. I've been dealing with this for nearly sixty flipping years!
Three syllables for goodness sake. Nobody needs three syllables in a forename. It's one too many. When I was four and a half, my brother came along. I was not impressed at having to share my parents with anyone else, and to add insult to injury they called him David. Why couldn't I have been called David, like David was? I protested bitterly and begged our parents to call me David too, but they heartlessly ignored me. I was stuck with Dominic, no matter how much I detested those three syllables. And he can be abbreviated to Dave. Everyone hears and spells Dave correctly. Nobody says, “come again, was that Wade?” Or “pleased to meet you Gabe!” You couldn't possibly get it wrong.
“So why bring all of this up now?” is a question you might be asking. Well at the time of writing, and after a few days in Cork catching up with my family, I'm on the west coast of Ireland, on the Dingle Peninsula in Kerry to be exact. Kerry. That’s another name you can’t really get wrong. Staying in a cottage where the host greeted me as Dom. “A good place to write,” as my cousin Fiona pointed out. She's the only one of eight siblings with a triple syllable by the way. But really, Fiona is more like two and a bit as you can merge the vowels almost seamlessly. All eight of my Irish cousins, and my aunt and uncle, being among the people who've known me longest on this planet, call me Dominic, pretty much without exception. I've been Dominic for four days now. But the strange thing is, I don't mind it so much when they say it. Something about the easy stretching of the vowels and the gentle Cork lilt that makes me sound like the strange Cornish cousin that I am, rather than the landed gentry at the big house in Midleton where my Great Grandfather worked as head gardener over a hundred years ago. They all have that same twinkle about them that Grandad did too. But when you breathe in a landscape like this on a daily basis, it’s no wonder really. It’s a rare place this.
I'm here today and tomorrow, and then I'm back to Cork where I'll become Dominic again for a couple of days until I land back in Cornwall early next week. When I’m home, I’ll be Dom - so don’t get any ideas. Not unless you’re Irish that is. Especially if you’re from Cork. Then, just maybe, I might just let you get away with it without pulling a face that tells you what I really think about those three dreaded syllables.
so some are suspended in mid air while others i have a hold on... I dont have answers to most of them though!!
Esta es una cuestión que planea a todos los que nos dedicamos a la fotografía, más o menos intensamente, más o menos obsesivamente, la foto de hoy, fue motivo de este debate interno que tuve hace poco.
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It is a question we have many photographers, this photo was the subject of this internal discussion I had recently.
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I've been trying to paint X-23's face and I just can't get the likeness. I don't know why but it is just too tricky. What do suggest I change??