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Urgh! Don't look at me!
We're Here; twined.
Hand-held with remote triggered strobe wearing barndoors.
Plenty more at Pelcomb Portraits.
we have had a glut of fruit from the allotment, might as well put them to work before turning them into ice cream, jam and sauce.
Dazzle painting played a vital role in the protection of British naval and trade vessels during The First World War when it was introduced in late 1914.
This dazzle camouflage was used to optically distort the appearance of British ships in order to confuse enemy submarines who were threatening to cut off Britain’s trade and supplies. The optical illusion imposed by the ‘dazzling’ was intended to make the direction the ship was travelling in difficult for enemy submarines to identify. This would in turn lead to a difficulty in calculating an accurate angle of attack.
The inventor of dazzle painting, Norman Wilkinson, employed techniques influenced by avant-garde British painters such as Wyndham Lewis and David Bomberg.
The close relationship of dazzle technology to British art extended right through its manufacture. Each British pattern was unique, and many of the designs were created by women from the Royal Academy of Arts, London.
Designs were tested on wooden models, viewed through a periscope in a studio in order to assess how they would work at sea. Artist Edward Wadsworth, who supervised the application of dazzle patterning to over 2,000 ships, later made a series of paintings on the subject.
Renowned artist Carlos Cruz-Diez has worked with the idea of dazzle on this pilot ship called 'Edmund Gardner' situated in Canning Graving Dock, Liverpool.
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_MG_4264_TS landscape T on top and max S
one Flickr contact has kindly given me some guidelines to practise with the TS -and attune myself to manual focussing!
Came across these chairs in a field. They had obviously been left there a while. How rusty they were to begin with I don't know but they will get increasingly more rusty the longer they stay there. I don't often take photos of things that I call ugly so I thought this might fit the bill.... and then I had some fun with it!
Part of the 52 Weeks of 2018
Week 7
Theme: Something Red - in the style of Richard Telford (Selective colour)
So this guy (Richard Telford) was know for a particular style, which many photographers know as 'selective colour'. Simply put, you remove all colour from the image apart from one (in this case red). It's a compositional technique used to draw the eye to a part of the image. It's become rather a cliche these days and not something I'm a fan of. But for the sake of the challenge I had to find something red to photograph, something that would work with the rest of the image being black and white.
Eventually I came up with this scene of paper and hole punch.
HSS
(c) Alistair Beavis 2018
A different edit of my previous entry
Tried something different with #26/117 Selective colour.
I did not convert the image to B&W but applied an embossed filter to it with the original on a layer beneath that one. Then painted the embossed one with transparency where I wanted some colour.
Still a beauty despite being a little bit soggy! Sun and showers today with the odd rumble of thunder ...
Off to Birmingham tomorrow - rain or shine! Have a cosy eve dear friends xxx
This looks very much like Fynn due to the selective colour but it's Cleo. She was taking a nap in one of her favourite spots, on a storage trunk in the garden, when I took this capture.
In These Stones Horizons Sing!
The Centre is one of the most unique and lively performing arts centres in Europe. It was opened by Her Majesty The Queen in 2004 and the amazing exterior, has featured in Torchwood and Dr Who.
these trees were at their peak . the leaves were golden and some but not all the leaves had fallen onto the ground , which made that lovely carpet of gold
October :2015
processing method: gimp, picmonkey, easyhdr basic,windows microsoft visual studio 2010.
I see you there. I know what you're doing. You can't keep your eyes off them. Yes they are pretty spectacular and they do fit perfectly in your hand but no. I will not let you get your hands on my happy sacks. These are my balls. Mine. If you want to play with some balls you can get your own. I don't care if mine are bigger and bouncier it's just no happening.
I don't get all the giggling. Your face looks like a burst beach ball and it's making much the same noise. Nope. Still not getting it. Since when were balls funny. Yeah happy sacks sounds kind of cheerful but I'm not understanding all the hilarity. You're a very peculiar section of society out there. I'm almost certain....hold on I'll read it back in my head.
Oh....balls.
Well you could have stopped me. It's not like my mind sees these sort of things with it's pure and innocent naivety. Honest it's like a great big bright shining hall of unblemished thought in there. I'm sure I can hear angels singing sometimes.
It's true. Honest. Is this the face of someone who would make up such a things.
Of course one of my many other ones might.
It's been a rainy old Saturday, but it hasn't deterred me from doing some Christmas shopping down town! (Although this was taken in the summer, the weather was rather similar!)
Hope you're all having a good weekend, whatever the weather!
As Santa and his motley crew celebrated another successful Christmas night of delivering presents across the world, the drinks were flowing, food was flying, and things started to get a little messy at the North Pole.
Chattanooga Choo Choo - Glenn Miller
Pardon me boy,
Is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Track twenty nine,
Boy you can gimme a shine
I can afford
To board a Chattanooga Choo Choo
I've got my fare and just a trifle to spare
You leave the Pennsylvania station 'bout a quarter to four
Read a magazine and then you're in Baltimore
Dinner in the diner, nothing could be finer
Than to have your ham 'n' eggs in Carolina
When you hear the whistle blowin' eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in,
Gotta keep it rollin'
Woo, woo, Chattanooga, there you are
There's gonna be
A certain party at the station
Satin and lace,
I used to call funny face
She's gonna cry
Until I tell her that I'll never roam
So Chattanooga choo choo
Won't you choo-choo me home?
Chattanooga choo choo
Won't you choo-choo me home?