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(Dunluce Castle, County Antrim, Northern Ireland)
In a world of uncertainty, on whom can we depend? Who can be relied upon to guide us through life's storms?
Psalm 18:15-17
Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils. He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me.
Taken for this weeks creative photography thread at The World through My Eyes
I used the painting with light technique ( a long exposure in the dark with the subject illuminated by a flashlight) to achieve the dramatic lighting.
The key is a huge one that my husband "acquired" as a child from a convent that was being demolished.
Whatever this man is carrying on his homemade cart he's certainly making sure it's tied securely. Bacolod City
Philippines.
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At the end of the dive we ascended to 20 feet for our 3 minute safety stop. At a leisurely pace, a loggerhead turtle, Caretta caret, passed beneath us. This was a novel sighting, for two remoras (whitefin sharksuckers, Echeneis neucratoides) were moving around the turtle, trying to get a secure grasp, as they do when they find a shark. The dorsal part of a remora's head is modified to attach securely to a shark, so that it can hitch a ride to the next feeding. Remoras scavenge scraps left by sharks.
Loggerhead turtles have a sexual dimorphism for the size of the tail--this one, with a large tail, is male. The average adult has a shell 3 to 4 feet long and weighs 250 pounds, though some grow to 1,000 pounds.
These remoras will be quite disappointed, for a loggerhead is an herbivore, and will not litter the water with fish fragments.
This dive site was close to our home base, Blackbird Caye Resort, in the Turneffe Atoll, Belize.
I managed to get back in to an abandoned factory I thought was lost forever and was secured by fences and security guards. Now it seems all the guards have gone and the gates were wide open. And who am I to refuse another chance to visit an old favourite lightpainting haunt!?
The old factory in question was a refractories facility close to Matlock in Derbyshire, England. It's about a 40 mile drive from me so not exactly local and driving all that way only to be turned away by a security guard is not an option. Especially now since fuel for my batmobile is so expensive.
Inside the factory are wide open spaces with curved roofs and long narrow corridors. It's like a playground for lightpainters since there are so many places to shoot in.
Along the first floor is a long gallery or walkway with a cool roof supporting structure. This gallery has featured in my images from here quite a bit and last night we found ourselves up on the first floor again.
For this shot I set up a gelled flashgun at the rear of frame and asked the model, @inksurgeon to stand in the middle. We set off a smoke pellet to provide background seperation behind the subject. Once happy with the main part of the image, I replaced the lens cap without ending the exposure.
I then turned on a couple of tactically placed RGB LED cubes pointed at the steelwork. I then removed the lens cap and rotated the blue lit steel structure for a total of eight ways. The camera is rotated around the lens axis and I expose each segment for a couple of seconds before rotating the camera.
Possibly a bit complicated to explain to the non-lightpainter but I can say that this image was made in one photographic exposure.
A local fishing boat has secured its catch with a trail of seagulls following it. A spotlight from the sun makes it all "pop".
Trapped behind a security fence for the evening I was determined to get a shot of the beautiful summer sunset regardless - HFF
Wow, back to flickr after a day of no internet access due to storms. Thanks everyone so much for all the visits, comments and favs!
flickr, and the pictures you all submit, amaze me every day. keep up the awesomeness!
A floating ball, named after David Bowie's song (1969) about a lonely astronaut who has lost contact with Earth.
The ball is filled - every morning - with just enough helium and air to let it hover in its place. Heat, cold, and people moving around can cause it to drift away. A minuscule thread secures it to the floor.
Macro Mondays theme: “Wallet”
Wallet with built in security! Image size 7cm x 5cm
Thanks to everyone who took the time to view, comment, and fave my photo. It’s really appreciated. 😊
The Lodurva Jain Temple Complex is located 15 kms from Jaisalmer, Rajasthan, India. The Complex was originally built in the 12th century when Lodurva was the capital of the Bhatti Rajputs who rule this area at the time. Being strategically located on the Silk Road, this ancient village prospered but was also a target. The temple and the town were ransacked several times by Mahmud of Ghazni and Mohammad Ghori. This forced the Battis to found Jaisalmer, the city fort atop Trikuta Hill and moved their capital there. Lodurva became completely deserted and was covered by the desert sand. In the 1970’s this temple complex was uncovered and rebuilt. In 2000’s additional renovations brought it back to its original unusual beauty.
Going to shows involves transport, which many cats don't enjoy much. The Sandy Carrier Bag offers a good solution, as it opens on top, so I can have the cat on my lap during the ride. They can look out while at the same time being securely strapped in a harness.
Bastian (mixed breed), 06.11.2016.
Olympus OMD EM5 Digital Camera
I don't believe someone really understands how this lock thing is suppose to work. But A for effort.
My appreciation and thanks to all of you for your comments awards and faves.
Happy Thanksgiving !
©2016, by Denis D'Arbela
Nearing the end of the rutting season the Fallow Bucks start to loose weight due to the exertion of battle. They are constantly distracted from eating during the season defending Doe harem' and chancing competitors. This one has managed to bear little scars and has his antlers are intact. He may not have managed to secure a prize this year as a result.
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THE SILENCE OF SOLITUDE
In the silence of my solitude my mind is free to dream,
To contemplate the things that were, that are, and those that might have been.
While a life yet still to come which I have never seen seems tentative at best
Stirring up a future hope from which I never rest.
For memory is part of life and dreams of future speak,
But in the now my soul resides in a body strong and weak.
In my body works the weakest frailty of men and it may lay me low
To steal away the freedom we call life as we daily come and go.
When we do and say the things that make us what we are
Naked truth in action, unblemished or with scar.
Where we seek the touch of love's forgiving soft caress
The refuge of all lives set free of loneliness.
My mind can see so clearly in the still and rest of peace
The many deeds of men that daily never cease,
The good, the bad, the selfish and societal conformed.
But I must contemplate my life since the day that I was born.
For I am far from blameless in so many varied ways,
And shall be ever still until my dying days.
Even in my solitude with secrets I don't share
I need to know that somewhere close there's someone who does care.
I crave to feel that comfort of someone holding hands
Secure within the knowledge that there's nought I can't withstand.
Grateful for the one who sees me in my need, for we are all the same
When finally The Reaper comes to make his mournful claim.
Here in the silence of my solitude, my refuge and tormentor,
I must face myself alone without a friend or mentor.
No one can hear the words or set my spirit free,
No one can share the happiness no one but me, but me.
And shall I ever be allowed to open up my soul?
Perhaps I will upon the day that we are all made whole.
Here in my solitude I know love, anger and loss
As I draw from my wells of joy, and resent my failure's cost.
Reflection, fulfilment, and memories reside for me
Here in my safe place where unspoken words fly free.
And I must wait until the end of time for me
To know the sense of what it was to live reality.
Reginald Reid