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Black and white is the way out for heroes when you're forced to shoot facing the sun in bright sunshine. And that's only because your family refuses to wait the two to three hours until the golden hour and then accept the two to three hour descent instead of taking the last gondola of the Tegelberg ropeway back. And that at just 30 degrees in the shade.
That was a joke, of course, because of course they have every right in the world to do so. We're not up here because of me alone.
And even though the lighting conditions were suboptimal, I had to take in and capture this view, with all these the many mountain peaks one next and and behind the other.
This row of trees on the first ridge appealed to me in particular (I think the way back leads along there and at some point I'll do it to myself, but only to me).
Incidentally, behind this first mountain chain it is quite steep, quite far down. And somewhere down there, Neuschwanstein Castle sticks to the mountain (at least it always looks that it does from the other side).
Schwarz-Weiß ist der Ausweg für Helden, wenn du gezwungen bis bei strahlendem Sonnenschein in Richtung der Sonne zu fotografieren. Und das nur, weil deine Familie sich weigert die zwei bis drei Stunden bis zur Goldenen Stunde zu warten und dann den zwei bis drei stündigen Abstieg in Kauf zu nehmen anstatt mit der letzten Gondel der Tegelbergbahn zurück zu fahren. Und das bei gerade mal 30 Grad im Schatten.
Das war natürlich ein Scherz, denn dazu haben sie selbstverständlig jedes Recht der Welt. Wir sind ja nicht wegen mir allein hier oben.
Und auch, wenn die Lichtverhältnisse suboptimal waren, ich musste diesen Ausblick, mit den vielen Berggipfeln neben. und hintereinander unbedingt festhalten.
Ganz besonders hat mich diese Baumreihe auf dem ersten Kamm angesprochen (Ich glaube dort führt der Rückweg entlang und irgendwann tue ich mir das auch mal an, aber eben nur mir).
Hinter dieser ersten Bergkette geht es übrigens ziemlich steil, ziemlich weit nach unten. Und irgendwo da unten klebt dann Schloß Neuschwanstein am Berg (zumindest sieht es von der anderen Seite immer so aus).
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Later in the morning and still dark in another part of the Borough (Leyton this time), the clean up continues.
I was on a walkabout looking for car trails and highway LE's through a metal fence when I instead happened upon this, the sight of it reminded me of the very inspiration behind Dark City Deutschland, a photographer by the name of Gregory Crewdson, whose work inspire me many years ago and made me want to get into photography.
Whilst Crewdson uses a very heavy human influence in his work, in my collection I wanted to remove the human factor but keep the evidence of it having been there, in the darker sense. Crewdson's work really hit home, the urban style, the depressive factor and as other's have pointed out, he makes the eerie evocative and curious. I really hope this is what I too have achieved, as one day I want to make book out of my work for DCD.
You can read about Gregory Crewdson, his work and style here...
publicdelivery.org/gregory-crewdson-twilight/
I hope everyone's week is off to a great start and so as always, thank you! :)
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Nature refuses to be involved in such suicidal practices :-)
Harry Bridges
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The Ertebølle culture (ca 5300 BC – 3950 BC) (Danish pronunciation: [ˈæɐ̯təˌpølə]) is the name of a hunter-gatherer and fisher, pottery-making culture dating to the end of the Mesolithic period. The culture was concentrated in Southern Scandinavia, but genetically linked to strongly related cultures in Northern Germany and the Northern Netherlands. It is named after the type site, a location in the small village of Ertebølle on Limfjorden in Danish Jutland. In the 1890s, the National Museum of Denmark excavated heaps of oyster shells there, mixed with mussels, snails, bones and bone, antler and flint artifacts, which were evaluated as kitchen middens (Danish køkkenmødding), or refuse dumps. Accordingly, the culture is less commonly named the Kitchen Midden. As it is approximately identical to the Ellerbek culture of Schleswig-Holstein, the combined name, Ertebølle-Ellerbek is often used.
Passing over the Trent & Mersey Canal, and against the backdrop of the steamy Tata Chemicals plant (purveyors of synthetic soda ash), is Freightliner unit 70011 hauling the 9.16am Bredbury RTS - Runcorn Folly Lane (6F33) industrial and domestic refuse train, aka 'The Binliner'.
The location is Lostock Gralam on the outskirts off Northwich where I'd brought the camera along to take advantage of a 'waiting appointment' for a car service. Due to some additional personal commitments taken on recently, outings with the camera have been thin on the ground and while I'll be catching up over the next few days, Flickr presence will be a bit hit and miss for the next few weeks.
This is hardly a new spot, but what drew me to the shot was what I believe to be the relatively new, and certainly eye-catching, narrow boat moored up on the right, together with the reflections in the canal. Named 'Forget-me-not', my research suggests the boat was built locally a couple of years or so ago, and is 57' long. Designed for permanent living my guess is you'd see little change from a £100k if something like this took your eye. But for sure I can see the appeal!
10.56am, 13th July 2021
...and how could I refuse? :D
Holly and La Mer are strolling this morning in their EuroTrash dresses.
Every time that I see one of these tiny (about 3mm long) leafhopper nymphs, they remind me of shrimps. This one refused to cooperate, so unfortunately I didn't get any photos from the side or front. I kind of like this detailed shot of it's little tail though. Photographed in Maryland on 6/20/23.
By breaking his word, by refusing the diplomatic route, by choosing war, President Putin has not only attacked Ukraine. He has decided to carry out the most serious attack on peace, on stability in our Europe. To this act of war, we will respond without weakness, with composure, determination and unity.
Emmanuel Macron, French President
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...after sitting for a while with the damp rising into my nether regions, we finally got the last bit of light on the foreground, but it stubbornly refused to light anything else. Be thankful for what you got I hear you say.
The Kunekune pigs are very communicative and I always enjoy a chat with the, although their contribution to the conversation usually revolves around food. They have apple trees on their pasture and occasionally an apple drops from the tree and will immediately be devoured. If the apples refuse to fall the pigs try to convince the visitors to pick one for them.
These big gators scattered in the water when I approached on the path behind them, but on my return trip, they refused to move ! Needless to say, I was very cautious in skirting around them. They can outrun me !!
Just a simple small branch ...
An artistic creative capture of a still growing late Autumn- branch that is still hanging on refusing to die like the others around it that fallen to the ground below it.
La nuit tombe sur l'Île de la Cité, mais Paris refuse de s'éteindre. 🔥 À gauche, les tours médiévales de la Conciergerie veillent dans la pénombre ; à droite, les arches du Pont Neuf s'embrasent sous un ciel cuivré. Entre les deux, la Seine recueille chaque éclat de lumière et le multiplie en reflets d'or.
Un décor figé dans le temps, une lumière qui ne dure qu'un instant. 🌇✨
Night falls over the Île de la Cité, but Paris refuses to fade. 🔥 The medieval towers of the Conciergerie stand guard in the shadows, the arches of the Pont Neuf blaze under a copper sky, and the Seine gathers every spark of light, multiplying it into golden reflections. A scene frozen in time, a light that lasts only a moment. 🌇✨
📍 Paris — La Conciergerie & le Pont Neuf / The Conciergerie & Pont Neuf
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When your life seems black
With only darkness in your sight,
When the world seems silent
Void of melodies and sounds,
And the moon stays hidden
While the stars refuse to shine,
Don't despair or give up
For dawn will surely come
In the meantime..
Lit up your lanterns, let it float in the sky
Let it brightly shine and bask in it's light
Sit back, relax, clear your mind
Allow every worries to drop
with every twinkle of your eyes..
Breathe my dear...you will be fine..
- Miu
No wonder he looks so happy: awaiting the merciful jaws of the crusher lorry then the eternal peace and quiet of the landfill until full biodegradation occurs and no trace of his existence is left. Merry Christmas, Mr Box!
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
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Some sunrises whisper. This one arrives like a declaration. Heavy clouds stretch across the horizon, lit from beneath by molten orange and deep ember‑red, as if the sky is remembering something ancient and choosing to say it out loud. The ocean below mirrors the fire above, each wave catching a fragment of color and carrying it toward shore like a message that refuses to be lost.
There’s a quiet tension in scenes like this the kind that makes you stop, breathe, and acknowledge that nature doesn’t need perfection to be profound. The clouds aren’t soft; they’re sculpted. The light isn’t gentle; it’s deliberate. The water isn’t calm; it’s contemplative. Everything in the frame feels like it’s holding its own story, and for a brief moment, all of it aligns.
This is the kind of sunrise that doesn’t just illuminate the world it reveals it.
A reminder that beauty isn’t always delicate. Sometimes it’s bold, dramatic, and impossible to ignore.
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Transients come and go as they please into this old senior trailer park I live in. They steal anything in our tiny spaces and porches-, spit in the Main Street as well as our tiny properties. The slum lords refuse to put cameras up or a gate up. Cops never come so we are on our own. This dirty higher than a kite guy made me want to follow to see where the source of the drugs is coming from in the park. Just because it’s old people doesn’t mean it’s not criminal old people selling from their trailer. Because they are. Because I was already in my car ready to run errands and he came in off the busy main street outside the park . I thought it was perfect timing to follow him, but I stayed way back because he had very. Bad energy, the kind that would get violent if he is triggered. I followed a few streets staying back and at the last street he turned left so I slowed then went we he turned . and he had completely disappeared like a ghost. I was so disappointed. I wanted to solve the mystery of who was letting these addicts in. It was a recon fail. Maybe I will get another chance and will be armed with a camera and zoom lens instead of my phone camera. Life ain’t boring not for me anyways . 😂 ( ps the picture taken with an older iPhone just after a storm ⛈️ the cloud odd shape straight across sky is real the pink sky compliments of light room) :)
I took this photo for the theme ''Summer Holidays' of the Happy Caturday group. As you can see Tofu has set up his tent in the garden again. The tent is kind of his second home in summer and he often sleeps in there. His cousin Filou wanted the tent too but it definitely doesn't offer enough room for two cats and Tofu refused to move. :) Happy Caturday !
This photo has come fifth in the contest "Eyes on the planet". Prize refused to don't make over my rights on it ;-)
This was a man who not only wished to be remembered, he also wanted to tell us how. And the Anglican Church, St Andrew's in Wimpole (Cambridgeshire) in this case, totally agreed and offered its services, as she always used to do, to the self-importance of an overbearing noble family. These were people who automatically, without being voted in, were members of Parliament and representing interests no other than their own. So, I will not give the name of this person (d. 1834) who made sure that he was depicted in the robes and with the paraphernalia of the Knights of the Garter. The hard work of real memory, however, must include all those whose presence and contribution is excluded from this monument of political narcissism. Fuji X-E2.
Leo was back! Everyone was so happy, Bears refused to go back to the Attick for their Winter sleep. Even Easter Rabbit came out of the box of Easter decorations before time. Every day we could hear happy voices and Old Gentleman and Lady were smiling more than usually.
Every day we were taking new and new photos and they were sent to my granddaughter and she was glad to see that Leo has got so many friends.
This photo was taken a week later since Leo came back ...The group was sitting in the living room to take the photo for my granddaughter and then I noticed someone who was staying behind the door...
The previous story here:
www.flickr.com/photos/190550837@N04/51910441992/in/photos...
A Black-Crowned Night Heron posing beautifully at the Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary, situated near Mysore city in the state of Karnataka. These birds stand still at the water's edge and wait to ambush prey, mainly at night, early morning or evening. Their diet is varied but primarily consists of small fish, leeches, earthworms, mussels, squid, crustaceans, frogs, other amphibians, aquatic insects, terrestrial insects, lizards, snakes, small mammals, small birds, eggs, carrion, plant material, and garbage and refuse at landfills.
Heard a bull frog croaking loudly then walked to the other side of a back pool and found this one hiding in the heavy shade as shown in next photo, but a ray of sunlight finally broke through to light it up. Waited several minutes but it never moved and refused to croak while I was watching so left. I'm sure it wanted to continue call for a mate and didn't want to give up its place. Still wanting to get a photo of one croaking, maybe someday. :)