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Playing with my new macro lens. A whole new world of possibilities. I think I will explore focus stacking now.
I took this in Playfair Park in Victoria. The park is home to a forest of 25' tall Rhododendrons that are all in bloom right now. If you live in Victoria or are visiting, make sure you check it out. Gorgeous park with both natural Garry Oak ecosystem and cultivated gardens. Playground for the kids too. Check the map for this photo for the location.
"And You reach for me
With a love that quiets all my fears
And You reach for me
Like a Father wipes away the tears"
Our hero reaches in vane for the turnbuckle while the villain on top puts some sort of inverted Death Crab hold on him.
9.7.13
City Reach commercial development at Millwall Outer Dock.
I don't know when this development was constructed but I couldn't help but think how dated it looked. I suppose that's true for much of the Docklands development these days, the area immediately around Canada Square excepted.
10-second exposure taken with a 9-stop nd filter.
Canon 5D Mark11
Canon 50mm Compact Macro
ISO 400
F5.6
Exposure 1/100 Seconds
Lighting - Metz Flash 58 AF - 2 - Diffused.
Video Footage - www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkoU9cMkVYE
My first real attempt at Macro Photography after our Focus Macro Course with Tim.
This style of photography is a real challenge with lighting/composition and get your exposure right it really stretches your boundaries into another world of photography. The practice begins.
can't sleep. and now the cuban guys are chatting it up outside my window, so fat chance I'll be able to go back to sleep. why not process some photos...
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what’s a heaven for?
- Robert Browning
For Utata Hands and The World Through My Eyes.
The gnarled trunks of stout trees reach upwards towards the sky to catch the last of Autumn's sunlight.
Soon to be bare of leaves, biding their time until Spring arrives once more.
The leaves here are just barely starting to lose their green. Just days later, and these are now more yellow than green.
I love the change of seasons.
Continuing the aviation theme lol...wishing everyone a fabulous weekend ahead :-))
(Reached Explore #363)
PENTAX K-1 • FF Mode • 100 ISO • Soligor C/D Wide-Auto 20mm f:2.8
Thann • Haut-Rhin • Alsace • France
This is a partial view of the iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge, showing a group of tourists reaching the top of the bridge on a guided tour. I did this later the same day - but you can't take a camera with you (or indeed, anything else that's loose) as they're petrified of things dropping onto unsuspecting people or vehicles below. The tourists are all wearing overalls provided by the tour organiser and everything else (glasses, etc.) are attached to them.
The bridge was designed and built by British firm Dorman Long and Co. Ltd of Middlesbrough and opened in 1932. It is the sixth longest spanning-arch bridge in the world and the tallest steel arch bridge, measuring 134m from top to water level. It was also the world's widest long-span bridge, at 48.8m wide until a new bridge was completed in Vancouver in 2012.
Reaching out across the ocean to Holly (Soupatraveler), who's visiting her sister in Germany, and who surprised me right before she left with a pretty awesome birthday present -- Picture Inspiration. Thank you so much my dear friend.
If you don't know Holly, please go look at her stream and see her beautiful photos. But also read her descriptions. She recently told me she gets rid of "emotionally stale" photos right away, and I love that description, because that would mean the ones she shares and the words she shares with them are "emotionally fresh" or "emotionally alive," and I think that's a great description of her work.
Reached the top of Heygate Bank which rises out of Rosedale Abbey in the North York Moors.
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.... that wants to be filled and can not...
Si tu franchis le seuil de ma maison
Je t'offrirai
De partager mon pain
Pétri de bon grain
Récolté sur ma terre.
Je t'offrirai
De partager mon vin
Soutiré de la vigne
Plantée jadis par mon père.
Je te demanderai
De lever ton verre
A notre santé.
Je t'offrirai un toit
Pour te protéger de l'hiver
Grelottant sous la bise
Qui ravine les terres mortes.
Je te demanderai
De refermer la porte
Sur ton passé.
Je t'installerai
Devant un bon feu
Ouvert dans la cheminée.
La soupe pendra à la crémaillère.
Je te demanderai
De partager le peu
Que je possède.
Je te demanderai
De me donner la foi
De me donner la joie
Qui fait du pauvre un roi...
Lorsqu'elle est partagée.
Je te supplierai
De ne pas me quitter...
Jamais!
Cyrilla Delaunoit
If you cross the threshold of my house
I will offer you
To share my bread
Kneaded of good grain
Harvested on my land.
I will offer you
To share my wine
Extracted from the vine
Once planted by my father.
I will ask you
To raise your glass
To our health.
I will offer you a roof
To protect you from the winter
Shivering under the wind
Furrowing the dead lands.
I will ask you
To close the door
On your past.
I'll set you up
In front of a good fire
Open in the fireplace.
The soup hanging on the pot-hook.
I will ask you
To share the little
That I own.
I will ask you
To give me faith
To give me joy
Who makes the poor into a king ...
When shared.
I will beg you
Not to leave me ...
Never!
Cyrilla Delaunoit
In Memoria for CURLY CAROLINE (Caroline Fraser Beetham) 11/66-9/16
From her husband Andrew I learned that Caro died last September from a cancer she was carrying in her for many years. I met her when as a young woman she joined a holiday tour of the Alliance Française Exeter & Dartington (UK) and already in the train ride I realised that Caroline wasn’t just ‘another girl’. She blazed through the week with boundless energy, shiny eyes, an incredible smile, a head full of bouncing curls (I started – right at the beginning of the holiday, to give every participant not only his/her name but a ‘description’ of the person so that we would be able to learn all the names asap – and of course SHE had to be Curly Caroline!).
Caro wasn’t taking a French course with the AF, her mum did – but I thought it fitting to dedicate a French poem to her and our deepest feelings go to her wonderful and caring husband Andrew, her family whom we loved very much and sadly lost contact with, and all her friends.
The tulip of my picture is a ‘bought’ one – What I love about tulips is that they are so unpredictable. I often buy 3 bunches of different types and put them all together. The mauve ones usually open first although they have the closest heads when I buy them. Those with thick stems grow ‘wildly’ and within 2-3 days they all hang like trapeze artists all over the rim of the vase and in any direction they like. They change colour and structure, some curl their petals up, others dry out, yet others throw them off with reckless abandon… When I took this photo (amongst many others), I didn’t realise that in the back light the pistils of the inner side of this bloom would show up like a slightly open hand, holding a -shaped shadow. I tampered the heart ever so slightly to bring it out a tad more and I thought, it perfectly symbolizes this beautiful woman with a great heart and a loving character who knew that she wouldn’t live to an old age, and went to live every day in the knowledge that she ought to make the best out of it. She kept chickens and pets from animal shelters, she moved to a remote place in Scotland to help create and open a highly specialised bookshop, selling fishing books all over the world, receiving visitors from everywhere on the hunt for ‘that’ special book, map or print. She filled their home with happiness and love, everybody adored her, she made her Christmas cards herself, they were funny and totally collectable, and she made her husband a happy man although they knew that children were not ‘allowed’… And now she is gone forever. She leaves a great void in the shape of a place deep within us that wants to be filled and yet can not.
RIP Caroline
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I am doing a blog roll with some beautiful women this year. Each month we have a word prompt. This month our word is grace.
Hasselblad 500CM
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"This statue is a tribute to multiculturalism, was presented to the city of Toronto on the occasion of
its sesquicentennial by the national congress of Italian Canadians on behalf of the Italian Canadian Community."
Unveiled on Canada Day, July 1st, 1985 by the mayor of the city of Toronto, Arthur Eggleton, In the presence of the premier of the Province of Ontario, David Peterson. Its placed infront of Union Station at Front St West.
EXPLORED
Normand Reach (now Normand Frontier) passing U.S Virgin Islands, underway to San Diego, US for GSR-campaign and their subsea mining campaign with the "Pattania II"-on deck.