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Weathered Greece T-33A Shooting Star (TR639) at Larissa AB. The best times of these training aircraft have passed away decades ago.
A few moments after shooting the last shot I happened to look behind me to see one of the most intense rainbows I've seen for a long time, I could see a wall of rain rapidly approaching to my right and knew it would be only moments before it would be on me.
I didn't have much time to recompose my shot as I could already feel the first heavy drops of rain on the side of my face, luckily the sun was still shining hitting the trees in the woods making them really stand out against the darker dramatic sky.(1/30 f6.3 @ 7mm NiSi 0.9 Reverse + 0.6 Hard ND grad filters 3d printed holder)
Seit langer Zeit hatte ich wieder mal Zeit zum fotografieren. Danke an Eva, es hat riesig Spaß gemacht.
For a long time I had time to take photos. Thanks to Eva, it was a lot of fun.
It's late and I'm awake
Staring at the wall
Open up my window
Head falls out the door
No one else around
And a shimmer takes my eye
I lift my head
Blinded by the sky
Feel my weight in front
Following the sound
Moves away so fast
Falling to the ground
I know what is more to come
Jump back to my feet
Now I only see ahead of me
Chasing down the street
Give my love to a shooting star
But she moves so fast
That I can't keep up
I'm chasing
I'm in love with a shooting star
But she moves so fast
When she falls then
I'll be waiting
spontanes shooting einer tollen Mischlingshündin - ein Energiebündel
spontaneous shooting of a great mixed breed bitch - a bundle of energy
No sign of a wedding party accompanying this couple so I think this was a commercial photo shoot, on a chilly and windy Saltburn beach in late December.
A meteor burning up as it encounters our atmosphere. It was a short-lived but awesome brightness as it flashed through the green of the northern lights.
There are two kinds of…
A. People… 1) those who have been to the Horseshoe Bend near Page, AZ and, 2) those who haven’t.
B. Photographers… 1) those who have shot the Horseshoe Bend near Page, AZ and, 2) those who haven’t.
C. Fools… 1) those who think they can shoot this iconic place in a way it has never been shot before, and, 2) those who don’t even try.
D. Narcissists… 1) those who strut to the edge and take endless selfies in front of this icon, and, 2) those who keep hoping that the sunset sky will catch fire just because they are shooting here today.
E. Outcome of shooting at the Horseshoe Bend… 1) your photo looks like million others on flickr, or, 2) it looks like the other zillion on the web.
F. Happiness… 1) one that comes from achieving what so many have accomplished before you (like, scoring a soccer or hockey goal or, shooting this icon), and, 2) the other that comes from just standing in front of this awe-inspiring piece of nature.
G. Inspiration… 1) one that you feel while standing as a fly in the Horseshoe Bend littoral, and, 2) the other that is drawn from your image by some individuals of the subtype A2/B2 above as they contemplate converting to subtype A1/B1.
My father-in-law Enrico (afterwards known as Henri or Rico) belonged to the Ender-Rezzonico family of Castagnola in Ticino, now incorporated into Lugano. I have some of the ancient family papers and among them is this card that was awarded to one Elvezio, perhaps Enrico's brother, with an "honorable mention" for target shooting when he was a recruit in the Swiss army.
I have no idea why this was kept: Rico left Switzerland when he was 19 and thus avoided military service - he worked in a circus in France and later as a racing boat mechanic, and my husband did his 16 months of service in the French army as he had dual nationality.
Verso of the certificate in the comment thread.
Kaithleen's- Johanna Lace Dress
Fit for Maitreya, Petite, Legacy, Perky, Ebody Curvy, Reborn, Freya, and Kupra
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I'm sensing an a growing desire to take control of some aspect of life in a world that feels increasingly out of control. Amid the pandemic, creative pursuits have become vital to maintaining a positive state of mind. However my desire to go out with the camera has become inversely proportional to the opportunities. lately I find myself working very close to home. Not necessarily a bad thing. There's a lot to be said for re-discovering your neighborhood. This place caught my eye recently. Sort of a landmark house, at least for me. A century home, sadly victimized by a non-traditional residing rehab as so many are, and stopped of its gingerbread porch trim. Despite that, it still clearly shows the lines and proportions of the underlying historic architecture. The house has the added prominence of location high above road level and a bulwark of concrete work out front. A retaining wall with an impressive set of steps. That's the written description, but for me it's all about presence, the feeling the house exudes and the way I feel looking at it. This place just draws me in, while others push me away, or have no effect whatsoever. Anyway, back in the moment, this front yard was once shielded by an enormous old tree. The tree was taken down not long ago, and it changed the entire look and feel of the place. My mind is having difficulty adjusting to the change. Even now I get this weird feeling as I approach, that sense of openness where once there was none...the vague feeling of something missing. As I stood here I began to appreciate how the light had subtly changed without the massive tree looming overhead. And so a photo opportunity just materialized as if from thin air. There was a point before the pandemic where I would have knocked on the door and sought permission to photograph. Not only that but to maybe glean the backstory of the house and learn something of the current occupants. Nowadays, especially in cases that involve minimal incursion onto the property, I simply start shooting. I count on the fact that most people don't want to greet a stranger knocking at their door. And in the current scheme of things, seeing some idiot with a camera in their front yard is not a big deal. I am that idiot, and these are my stories.
En 2017 , j'ai rencontré ce groupe de filles , elles fêtaient le futur mariage de l'une d'entre elles . Elles voulaient être photographiées ensemble en train de sauter , mais elles n'y arrivaient pas . Une des filles avait posé son appareil photo et avait mis le retardateur mais il ne déclenchait jamais au bon moment , je me suis donc proposé et leur ai envoyé les photos faites avec mon appareil par mail . Je ne les ai jamais revues .
Ce n'est pas le genre de photos que je fais habituellement , mais ça m'a plu , alors pourquoi pas en refaire , un jour..
In 2017, I met this group of girls, they were celebrating the future marriage of one of them. They wanted to be photographed jumping together, but they couldn't. One of the girls had put down her camera and had put on the self-timer but it never triggered at the right time, so I volunteered and sent them the photos taken with my camera by email. I never saw them again.
It's not the kind of photos I usually do, but I liked it, so why not do it again, one day..
2017年、私はこの女の子のグループに会いました。彼らはそのうちの1人の将来の結婚を祝っていました. 彼らは一緒にジャンプしている写真を撮りたかったのですが、できませんでした。 女の子の 1 人はカメラを置いてセルフタイマーをセットしていましたが、適切なタイミングでトリガーされなかったので、私が志願して、カメラで撮った写真を電子メールで送信しました。 私は二度とそれらを見たことがありません。
普段は撮らないタイプの写真ですが、気に入ったので、いつかまた撮ってみませんか..
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Yours truly shooting at Devil's Churn on the Oregon coast on a cold fall day. Photo taken by my wife. I could have stayed at this place all day watching and listening to the waves whoosh and crash and thump against the rocks of this narrow inlet. Churning indeed!
Explored 19-02-2014, Highest position #2. Better on wide screen...Thank you so much for your visits, invitations, comments and faves :)
A close up shot of the waterfalls at Cleddon Shoots in Monmouthshire, taken a while ago.
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