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This is not the moon rising over a bunch of flowers at St Helens. But it is.
How would you shoot an abstract sense of space?
Taken in Sense Valley, Ibstock, Leicestershire. This is one of my local patches and is one of the best places to get close to this species in Leicestershire.
There are not many pairs there but they nest close to a footpath so get used to people being around and sometimes sit out on the path side of the reed bed.
Luckily for me today this one bird seemed particularly interested in me which allowed me to get these shots (and many more) in the hour we were there.
This night came to me
A different dream is getting closer
Now I understand, as if everything is mine
Hair is Gabriel from Burley
Skin is Leon from Stray Dog
Shape is Jonas from Crotos Squad
Shirt is from Blankline
Modelo. Elena M.
Photo & Edition. Ian Ghenesys
M.U.A. Carla Contreras
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The pure lightness of happiness and an honest joy. Are to be found here, and bound together in great abundance.
After a week of travelling in the car through some of Scotland's most iconic places the silhouette of Hoy appeared on horizon in the distance as we stopped for the night by Melvich in Sutherland. As beautiful as all the places were, which we had visited in that whole week, seeing Orkney in the distance made our hearts melt.
Do you experience the same feeling about your home?
SH Poses Sense
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Imani prepares to defend her cub. Not sure what spooked her - perhaps construction going on elsewhere at the zoo.
El mar es torna a emportar la sorra de la platja dels Griells de l'Estartit.
Part de la platja de la urbanització els Griells, a l'Estartit, s'ha tornat a quedar sense sorra a causa de l'acció del mar.
Una situació que normalment es repeteix cada any a l'hivern a causa dels temporals, però que enguany s'ha produït a l'estiu i quan tot just acabava de començar la temporada turística.
L'aigua «s'ha menjat un tall de platja molt gros». «Pensàvem que la sorra aguantaria fins al final de l'estiu, però ha tornat a repetir-se la situació de sempre i per la temporada és fatal»,
En aquest sentit, la regidora va recordar que el mes de juny, el consistori va portar part de la sorra acumulada a la platja de l'Estartit a aquesta urbanització.
«La vam abocar als Griells i no ha durat ni un mes»
www.diaridegirona.cat/baix-emporda/2017/07/12/mar-torna-e...
Platja dels Griells / L'Estartit (Costa Brava) CAT.
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No beach
The sea goes back to take the sand on the Els Griells de l'Estartit beach.
Part of the urbanization beach Els Griells, in L'Estartit, has become sanded again due to the action of the sea.
A situation that is usually repeated every year in winter due to the weather, but this year it has taken place in the summer and when the tourist season has just begun.
The water «ate a very big beach cut». "We thought that the sand would hold until the end of the summer, but the situation has always been repeated again and for the season it is fatal,
In this regard, the councilor recalled that in June, the town hall took part of the sand accumulated on the beach of l'Estartit in this urbanization.
«We poured it into the Griells and it did not last for a month»
www.diaridegirona.cat / Baix-emporda / 2017/07/12 / mar-torna-e ...
Platja dels Griells / L'Estartit (Costa Brava) CAT.
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At first I wasn't sure about uploading this photo to Flickr. It's not your typical beautiful/conceptual photo, but I think that's what I enjoy about it. I used an old flashlight for lighting. This is one frame and the only editing that I did was the color. I want to thank Steven for stating that you don't need fancy equipment to take a photo and that experimentation is key. You inspire me.
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Beauty?... To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to. ~Pablo Picasso
És de nit
És tot fosc
Estic sol i no hi ha ningú
Els seus ulls són brillants
I un somriure extravagant
Ja no i és l'he perduda
Va marxar lluny del meu abast
I sempre estarà al meu cor
Sense tu, jo no puc
Sense tu, si no hi ets
Sense tu, jo no sóc ningú....
...Si no estàs aquí
Si no estàs amb mi
Jo no et puc tocar
Jo no et puc besar
I sempre estaràs el meu cor...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_Zd3KoEtRk
Teràpia de Shock - Sense Tu -
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"Just because you can't see the air, doesn't mean you stop breathing. Just because you can't see God doesn’t mean you stop believing." -author unknown
This too was a pattern, though I saw it repeated more often with bicycles than skateboards.
But regardless of the mode of transportation, there are so many things in this picture that are "wrong" in the sense of looking like a form of death-wish. Note that the kid is skateboarding down the middle of the street, where he could be easily hit by a car. He is listening to his smartphone while wearing earphones, so he can't hear anything around him. He is smoking, which is deadly in and of itself. He's not wearing cushions or pads on his knees or elbows, which means that any fall will cause significant injuries.
And while he appears to be motionless momentarily, I can tell you that he waited only long enough for the two black SUVs to zoom past (as they had every right to do, since they had the traffic light in their favor) before he raced across the intersection -- against the traffic light.
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for Oct 24, 2015.
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As I’ve mentioned in a couple of recent Tumblr blog postings, I’m working on an exercise for a new class that I’ve started taking at the International Center of Photography (ICP) in the fall of 2015.( You can see the earlier Tumblr postings here and here.)
In addition to taking a bunch of photos (see the other Tumblr postings for details and descriptions of what the photos are supposed to illustrate), we also have the task of editing our images down to a maximum of 10 “presentation images” that we will share with the ICP class next week. When our instructor, Joanne Dugan, asked me last week if I anticipated having any problems with this aspect of the assignment, I shrugged and said, “No, I do this all the time …”
Well, yes and no: I do do a lot of editing/winnowing of my photos before deciding which ones should be shared with anyone else. But I had forgotten that I also do a lot of cropping, color-adjustment, tweaking, and general post-processing before I upload my photos to Flickr, Facebook, or even Instagram. For this particular ICP exercise, we were also told not to crop the photos, and not to do any post-processing. That makes things a lot more difficult …
On the other hand, part of the exercise is to assemble and share a maximum of ten photos that collectively tell a “story” of some kind – and to “tell” that story with anywhere from a word, to a sentence, to a paragraph for each of the photos. That makes things a lot easier … after all, if a photo has to be presented in isolation, then it truly stands alone. And it is intended to be viewed without any accompanying text, then it really stands alone. There’s nothing wrong with that; indeed, one might argue that that’s the whole point of photography: a picture should “tell” a story all by itself, without any extraneous verbiage to “explain” what might not be obvious to the viewer.
But not very many things exist in complete isolation of the rest of the universe, especially in today’s interconnected world. I suppose some people would debate that point quite vigorously; and some people might argue that a photograph of a person, place, or thing should be able to “stand alone” without anything else. I certainly have seen photos that fall into this category, and I suppose I’ve taken a few like that, too. Or, maybe if I never intended my photos to be considered in complete isolation from one another, perhaps that’s how some people prefer to look at them …
But for me, that’s a pretty rare phenomenon. Almost always, I find myself telling a story. The photographs obviously present one “dimension” of the story, in a visual form; and I’ve been trying to remind myself lately that videos can present can present one, and sometimes two, additional dimensions (motion and sound) that can add enormously to the viewer’s understanding and appreciation of the underlying story.
But even if one uses only traditional photos, I find that it’s almost impossible for me to crate (or make, or take) one photo by itself; invariably, I take dozens, if not hundreds or even thousands, which collectively tell a story. It may be a story about someplace I’ve been, or some event in which I’ve participated, or some individual (or group of individuals) that I want the viewer to know and appreciate in more detail than would be possible to communicate in a single photo.
And then there are the words … maybe it’s because I spend part of my time as a writer and teacher that I find it almost impossible not to augment my photos with words. Lots of words. Indeed, sometimes far too many words; and sometimes clumsy words, or the wrong words. And I do realize that there are times when the situation would be improved if I would just shut up, and let the photograph do all of the communication. But for better or worse, I guess I’m a photojournalist.
With that in mind, I began the process of editing the photos for my recent ICP assignment. Here’s what I found:
1. It’s not as easy as one might think, when you start with a large number. I began winnowing the original images when I had 2,700 (after 9 days of shooting), and I still had 5 days of shooting left).
2. It’s much more difficult than I had imagined, given the constraints of my ICP class: no cropping, no post-processing, and a maximum of only 10 images. I’ve worked within those constraints for the final images that I’m submitting to the ICP class; but for these Flickr uploads, I’ve ended up with 40-45 images – and they have been heavily cropped, tilted, color-corrected, noise-dusted, and tweaked in various other ways. C’est la vie…
3. Using the collection of photos to “tell a story” is both easier and harder than I thought it would be. I’m including these background notes in all of the photos that get uploaded to Flickr … because I’ve learned (form past experience) that some visitor will zoom in on just one particular photo, without necessarily looking at all of them, and/or without seeing the overall notes for the entire album. And I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to write a few sentences to provide the background details for each photo … but whether they “flow” and create one overall, coherent “story” remains to be seen.
4. Aside from a narrative “story,” there are some “themes” that I noticed throughout this entire two-week exercise. The most significant one was exactly what I had anticipated: patterns. If you are lucky enough to sit in the same spot at the same time, day after day, you see the same rhythms, the same people, the same repetitions of life’s little actions and emotions. Many people have the opportunity to see these patterns, because they do follow the same schedule, day after day, on their way to their job or their school. But some of us have irregular routines, and any, most of us don’t pay any attention. If you slow down, and pay attention, you’ll see the patterns.
But sometimes the pattern involves uniqueness – i.e. strange and unusual people or events that seem to happen only once. But I have to keep reminding myself that my visits have lasted only two weeks; if I was here for a month, or a full season, or perhaps an entire year – then perhaps I would see these strange incidents repeating themselves
5. Another theme – which I did not anticipate, but was delighted to see – was the pervasive sense of affection and caring between and among everyone on the street. Mostly it was apparent in the interactions between parents and children; but sometimes it was between dog-owners and the dogs they were walking; sometimes it was between friends who happened to be walking along together; and sometimes it was between complete strangers and me, as the strangers would smile and nod and say “hello” if they noticed I was watching them. It was a great experience.
to see the unseen
to hear the unheard
to know the unknown
sit in your silence, sense it and dwell there
I've said it before, and I'll surely be repeating it for the foreseeable future, but, the word "road" in New Brunswick, can mean many things to many people, and one of those meanings is not necessarily "road" in the traditional sense. lol
I should have known from the name of the "road" that this was gonna be another fun trip. The bridge is located on, aptly named, Swamp Road. It started out paved (for about 30 feet), switched to gravel/dirt, then to a Swiss cheese (full of basketball sized holes)surface, and then devolved into a rutted, slippery, bumpy amusement park ride. To be honest, I've seen worse, but that was the 60s in New Mexico. Swamp Rd. was not a "road" for the faint of heart, and fortunately it was mostly down hill to the bridge. We couldn't have made it in a car, but my 4x4 F150 had no real trouble. Come to find out, if we had come from the other direction, the roads were comparatively reasonable. Story of my life. I believe that my covered bridge count is up to 12, may have forgotten one or two. I have a list of the next 10 or so that I want to shoot. I realized, while counting my 'accomplishment', that I had not posted all the bridges we had seen so far. The name of this bridge is the Marven Bridge, and it spans Belleisle Creek.