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Spiegelungen und Farben im Hafen des Städtchens Svolvær auf den Lofoten, in einer kalten Oktobernacht.
Reflections and colors in the harbor of the small town of Svolvær in Lofoten, on a cold October night.
The painted stork (mycteria leucocephala) sweeps its bill from side to side hoping to sift out small fish or frogs. This one was photographed in Yala National Park, in Sri Lanka.
"Macro Mondays" theme mesh
Cocoa waiting to be sifted using my 3inch mesh. This is aprox 2inches of the mesh.
Orot Rabin power plant on a cloudy night, the light on the left side come from the city of Hadera, the dark side on the right is the Mediterranean Sea
White sand sifting through...
a reminder life goes by quickly!! Live, love and laugh!!
Thank you for your visit!!
It sifts from leaden sieves
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil.....
An extract of a poem made by Emely Dickinson
"I climb mountains so I can see where the sun spleeps."
(stumbled upon that lovely quote on the Internet, but don't know who the author is)
We were heading back from the Sass de Putia (Dolomites, South Tyrol) to our holiday residence and stopped at this point hoping to see the alpenglow on the peaks of the Geisler Group (Odle)
And we were very lucky and experienced a breathtaking alpenglow that evening (I might upload an image of it when I finally was able to sift through the many photos I took that evening) ... this photo was taken while we were waiting for the alpenglow to begin. The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains and created lovely golden hues : )
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"Ich besteige Berge, um zu sehen, wo die Sonne schläft."
(bin im Internet über dieses schöne Zitat gestolpert, weiß allerdings nicht, wer der Autor ist)
Wir waren auf dem Rückweg vom Peitlerkofel (Dolomiten, Südtirol) zu unserer Ferienwohnung und hielten an dieser Stelle an in der Hoffnung, das Alpenglühen auf den Geislerspitzen (Odle) zu sehen
Und wir hatten Glück und erlebten an diesem Abend ein atemberaubendes Alpenglühen (ich werde vielleicht ein Bild davon hochladen, wenn ich endlich in der Lage war, die vielen Fotos, die ich an diesem Abend gemacht habe, zu sichten) ... dieses Foto habe ich aufgenommen, während wir auf den Beginn des Alpenglühens warteten. Die Sonne ging langsam hinter den Bergen unter und erzeugte schöne goldene Farbtöne : )
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil.
--Emily Dickinson, 1896
Maybe this was the lull during Super Saturday. Remember Super Saturday? It was the day when the Snaefellsnes peninsula was our world and we explored it royally. From mid morning at Grundarfoss until after sunset under an enormous pink swirling cloud at the black church of Budir we stopped here there and everywhere on a day of maximum input and an output that will have me reaching into the archives for months, possibly years to come. I have no less than eighteen separate folders full of RAW files from that finest of days, some of which contain large numbers of images to pore over, while a few, such as the group I took from a layby on the road to Hellnar have just two or three files, little more than handheld snapshots.
By the time we arrived here, we’d already had a very agreeable few hours at the lesser known Svodufoss on the northwest corner of the peninsula, where we’d bathed in autumnal sunshine under the majestic white peak of Snaefellsjokull. We’d paused briefly to photograph the church of Ingjaldsholl in front of the glacier, before sauntering happily along the remote and empty Utnesvegur, passing a discarded landscape of twisted forms. A crater here, a lava field there. For now we were just driving through the landscape, enjoying the privilege of witnessing this extraordinary peninsula. We’d stop at Arnarstapi and photograph the white house again next, we decided. But for a moment we’d take that side road to Hellnar and pause in the layby for a snack, from where we could gaze down at the church we’d abandoned all intentions of photographing twenty-four hours earlier. I’d seen some very agreeable images of the subject in these pages, but from wherever you looked it was surrounded by clutter, and the most compelling pictures I’d found for reference had been simplified by a blanket of snow. Reluctantly we’d agreed that there probably wasn’t a shot here for this trip. I took a couple of snaps with the long lens and duly filed the results, instantly forgetting the episode as we moved on to the next stop where there was an already tried and tested composition to revisit. The lull was over, and the feeding frenzy of Super Saturday had resumed.
It was only much later, in one of those moments when I decided that while I wanted to play around with some shots in the editing suite, I wasn’t in the mood for sifting through a large number of candidates. I wanted simple, and simple didn’t come easier than a folder with only three RAW files, two of which appeared to be almost identical. The shortlisting would take approximately zero seconds. Maybe I could declutter the space around the church? Another monochrome conversion with a bit of contrast would help to simplify the scene, and perhaps there was an image hidden in plain sight that was worth persevering for. Just a quick half hour before I moved away from the computer and did something else with my Sunday afternoon, I thought to myself. And so I started to tinker, gradually removing one distraction after another with varying degrees of success, until the white church stood alone in its space against the quiet ocean. A dodge, a burn or several, a pair of levels and curves adjustments and the shapes of distant mountains somewhere closer to Reykjavik appeared across the water. Now an image that initially offered little promise began to take shape. It still wasn’t one I planned to share – at least not until the moment that I began to rather like what I was looking at. Somehow, an image had evolved from a messy starting point and I was happy.
It makes me wonder what else I’ve got lying around in my saved files; what images are hovering one step away from the dustbin of eternity that might have a hidden promise just waiting to be hatched from chaos. When there are so many fantastic moments still waiting to be captured, it may be a while before any more of the lesser lights appear, but anything is possible. “Never delete anything – just in case,” seems to be the lesson I’ve learned, not that I often do. You never know when you might see something in an unloved snapshot that you overlooked in the first place.
Sifting through the mobile phone in Piazza Antinori in front of the church of Santi Michele e Gaetano.
Credits : insightinertia.blogspot.nl/2015/06/everything-i-wanted.html
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A common spoonbill (platalea leucorodia) probing and sifting through the shallows of a waterhole with sweeping movements of its broad bill. These birds have a varied diet of aquatic insects, mollusks, newts, crustaceans, worms, leeches, frogs, tadpoles and small fish. Photographed in Yala National Park, Sri Lanka.
Small sieve I use for sifting icing sugar. Used the Olympus Live Capture feature - taken in a dark room while I added light with a small flashlight and the reflections of the angled light made the bokeh balls.
Wish I was baking something but no just sifting for a long exposure photo. All my other ideas didn't work out and I was running out of time so flour will have to do.
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Sifting through some old photographs and came across my first and only attempt at using a glass ball. I had given up on this image as the tree was inverted and I did not have the skills to invert. However a little perseverance and voila!
Lens used - vintage Helios 44-2 2/58
Low clouds break and the early sun illuminates spots near the shore of Laguna Lejia where James' flamingos feed all morning.
James's flamingo (Phoenicoparrus jamesi), AKA the puna flamingo, is one of the three species of flamingo found in Chile and of the six species in the world.
Like all flamingos, they are omnivorous filter-feeders, filling their beaks with salt lake water and sifting it out for plants, insects, shrimp, and fish.
Laguna Lejía (Bleach Lagoon) is an alkaline salt lake in the Atacama desert.
It is located in the Chilean Altiplano of the Antofagasta Region,
100 km (62 mi) south-east of San Pedro de Atacama,
at an altitude of 4325 m (14,200 ft).
It is shallow and has no outlet, currently covering an area of
nearly 2 km² (0.77 sq mi) with an average depth of 1.2 m (4 ft).
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Before certain sites were built upon again after the buildings were demolished due to earthquake damage, archaeologists dug through the foundations. As the Maori has only lived in Christchurch since 1250 and European settlement did not start until 1840 there was never a wealth of history to dig up.
Photo taken at Cherishville Winter
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
[by Emily Dickinson]
♫ flora cash | to hold the sky ♫
Sifting through the rubble at North Brother Island
Their biggest mistake was underestimating a survivor.
Three parts treasure hunter
to two parts scientist,
the archaeologist
with picks and brushes
sifts through shards and ruins,
echoes of ancestral time,
burning for answers...
Robert C Howard
Having a clear out sifting through some old pictures that have been festering in Lightroom for a while now and came across this.
It was a while ago but think it was taken when travelling over Loch Linnhe on Corran ferry as another rain shower came over the hill.
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The avocet is a distinctively-patterned black and white wader with a long up-curved beak. This Schedule 1 species is the emblem of the RSPB and symbolises the bird protection movement in the UK more than any other species. Its return in the 1940s and subsequent increase in numbers represents one of the most successful conservation and protection projects. RSPB
A pair of Spoonbills sift through the mud swinging their bills from side to side.Food includes Crustaceans,Frogs,Insects and plant material.
Recent heavy rains had flooded much of the lowland around Panama, in Sri Lanka. This painted stork (mycteria leucocephala) was one of several wader species to take advantage of the foraging opportunities offered by newly flooded land. More at "Colin Pacitti Wildlife Photography" - www.colin-pacitti.com.
A Eurasian spoonbill (platalea leucorodia) lifts its beak from the water, having sifted through the silty bottom of a lake. Photographed in Tangalle, Sri Lanka. More at "Colin Pacitti Wildlife Photography & Fishing Travels" - www.colin-pacitti.com.
Three Eurasian spoonbill (platalea leucorodia) sifting through the muddy bottom in shallow water, hoping to find items from their varied diet of aquatic insects, mollusks, newts, crustaceans, worms, leeches, frogs, tadpoles and small fish. Photographed in a small lake near Tangalle, in Sri Lanka. More at "Colin Pacitti Wildlife Photography & Fishing Travels" - www.colin-pacitti.com.
Here is one of the birds that I saw on my magical walk yesterday. He and his companion often hover round the lake together. They were inquisitive and came right up close to have a good look at me. Probably after food I know, but they didn't seem too bothered that I didn't have any and just took pictures. I thanked them both and went on my way.
I hope the sun is shining wherever you are. It is a very dark and rainy day in England today, but the sun is still shining on the inside. Happy Sunday all, V :)))))
Explore #497
Someone was saying
how the sun turned
the sand the gold
of wheat in autumn
and waves kept
sifting up and down
the beach and
someone was saying
the wind carried
the sea far inland
and died down
and came back
and scoured the shells
that were empty
like porcelain
sculptures, and
someone was saying
look what that couple
is doing in public
and someone
was swimming
far out where
people drown
or sharp fins might appear
and someone napped
under the red umbrella
and no one said anything
for a long time
--M deO
Stahlwerk ArcelorMittal Bremen
Errichtet 1908 als Norddeutsche Hütte, 1954 von Klöckner übernommen, später in Stahlwerke Bremen umbenannt und seit 2006 Teil von ArcelorMittal. Zukunft ungewiss.
ArcelorMittal Bremen steelworks
Established in 1908 as Norddeutsche Hütte, taken over by Klöckner in 1954, later renamed Stahlwerke Bremen and part of ArcelorMittal since 2006. Future uncertain.