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Eos 350D + Sigma 17-70mm
Rest and be Thankful, Scotland, 2007
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Restless_Natives
Trying to rework a badly focused, badly composed image by cropping and some PS magic :)
“Become totally empty
Quiet the restlessness of the mind
Only then will you witness everything unfolding from emptiness”
― Lao Tzu
This tiny, restless jewel of a bird vies with the goldcrest for the title of the UK's smallest bird.
Compared to the goldcrest, the firecrest is brighter and 'cleaner' looking, with a green back, white belly, bronze 'collar' and a black and white eye-stripe.
They have a yellow and black stripe on their heads, which has a bright orange centre in males.
Like goldcrests, they move through trees and bushes in search of small insects.
This was taken at Stodmarsh nature reserve at 10 Stour Valley Cl, Upstreet, Canterbury CT3 4DB
Link-
www.rspb.org.uk/birds-and-wildlife/bird-and-wildlife-guid...
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not tremendously pleased with this, but i suppose such is the way with trying to come up with something new every day, even when you're plum out of ideas.
have a lovely Monday, folks!
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Best seen in B l a c k M a g i c
Here are a couple more slide AV images that I recently converted to digital
Still dredging through the archives and working on my colour processing. I'm itching to get out and shoot again, bring on the Christmas holidays!!!!
Explore #133 - 14th December 2011
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X4
Lens: Canon EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5 USM
Exposure: 0.4 seconds
Aperture: f/16
Focal Length: 10mm
Filters: Cokin P121S
Me and my cousin heather, my remote was not working with the sun glaring at it, and making me upset. I was messing with flares all day, I think I still need some work lol
Please give me any and all constructive criticism! :)
When I came back to Lower Antelope Canyon with my sister on the second day it was about two hours later in the day. Maybe I was up on the learning curve a little bit, but it seemed that the light in the canyon was much better for photography the second day than the first. The sandstone here is all the same reddish color -- it just shows variations in an image because of the amount and quality of the light that reaches it from the narrow opening high above.
It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.
This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.
The dust is heavy beneath the bed.
Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.
New life is near. I bow my head.
(more in comments)
Ambientate in un convento abbandonato. Lo ammetto, all'inizio ho avuto paura! Ahahaha
The Grand Council was in session. It had been in session for nearly two weeks. Members silently drifted in and out in order to quickly eat, sleep, and attend critical operations. The hive leaders had ordered the council, and while all hive members were allowed to watch, normally most of the hive kept at their work for "the betterment of all."
However one could feel in the air that something big was going to happen. This would be an important Grand Council.
And here I was restlessly pacing the columned portico of the Great Court of Hive Individual Unit Managing. To so much as set one foot on the imposing five hundred step staircase leading to the transportation terminal would set off multiple alarms and autonomous defensive mechanisms would detain me. I was not allowed to sit in on the Grand Council. I was no longer deemed a unit within the hive.
Why was this?
I was a Singular. My mind was not synched with the hive, and was capable of deviant focus and ambition. I was capable of the desires of self preservation and self will that had long ago been biogenetically altered out of my species. This made me a danger to the Hive. For we all must keep the greater good of the hive at heart, following the Hive Center of the Guiding Council. This was the only Singular allowed, and the Center was not always a Singular. If the Center was, then he or she would lead us to growth and power. If the Center was not a Singular, than one could be sure the Center would be focused on the preservation and strengthening of the Hive as it was. The Center was elected from the Guiding houses, based on who had the greatest good in mind. The guiding houses focused on breeding good Council members who would guide us to the best good, and from them the greatest good would be found and chosen to lead as Center.
But for me, a common caste worker, to be a Singular was considered an undesirable defect. Poor genes, and a problem that would need to be eliminated for the good of the hive. I was lucky to have just followed with the flow for most my young life, and thus escape early detection. Once I was older I learned to act as I was expected, seem like a normal member of the hive.
That is, until the tunnel crisis.
I had been assigned to the mines for the day, and we had struck a particularly good vien of metal. It was deemed to be the good of the hive to gather as much of this as we could find, so we enthusiastically set to mining away at it. In our rush we failed to shore up the tunnel properly, and it started to collapse. The greater good demanded the workers to work faster, to gather as much as they could before it collapsed, while a few other attempted to hold the shoring up as long as they could. But for me... I couldn't face the thought of death. I had no desire to die for the greater good of the hive. So I ran and narrowly escaped death in the collapsing tunnel. This action was recognized, and I was discovered as the Singular that I was.
And now, during this Grand Council, one of the things to be discussed would be my punishment.
It is these thoughts, thinking over what happened, why I'm here, and what they may decide to do with me, that were flooding my mind up until a messenger unit approached me and informed me of my punishment.
Assignment to war duty, frontline, on the planet Accropha to suppress the Rogue Hive.
How fitting. The Rogue Hive, part of our hive splintered off by a particularly persuasive Singular, would be the instrument of my death. One Singular's actions to kill another.
I was issued a support weapon and assigned to our outposts battlements, where enemy fire, and waves of the planet's feral wildlife, turn it into a perpetual firestorm of plasma blasts and claws.
Here I will surely die.
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A Plasma Support rifle used by the Hive Defensive Guard.