Squinting at the Sun. Old photos of people squinting at the sun.
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If you look deep within, you will find a brilliant light. To many, far too many, squint and turn away from the shine. Let your eyes adjust, and bathe in the radiance.
Street Scene ~ Chinatown Neighborhood ~ Chicago, Illinois
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 400, f/5.6, 105mm, 1/160s
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from February 2017. Enjoy!
James Rosenquist (1933-2017)
Marilyn Monroe (1962)
-oil and spray enamel on canvas
I don't wanna bore you with a whole lot of writing,but you can read this short link below if you want to know more about the pop culture artist (who recently passed away) and the work.
I like the Coca Cola sign in it.Interesting also is that Marilyn Monroe's teeth looks like a squinted eye,and the bottom lip an eyebrow.
www.moma.org/learn/moma_learning/james-rosenquist-marilyn...
A couple different thoughts come to mind while looking at this shot. All of them provoked by the eye squint. Is he squinting to lower the amount of light his eye lets in, so he can see further into a dark space? Or is it a safety habit in case something were to jump out? Or could it be a squint of intense precision to not break away the bark from his highly engineered food source? Hmmmmm?
Yellow Bellied Sapsucker (Sphyrapicus varius)
Columbia Maryland
The Fairy Glen at Rosemarkie
Like Ireland, Scotland is full of enchanted places and fairy lore- fairy pools and fairy glens, standing stones and misty hills.
This is the Fairy Glen of Rosemarkie which is located on the Black Isle (actually a peninsula along the Moray Firth). You must walk for a mile or so through beautiful woodlands to find the spot and people leave little offerings for the fairies along the way so they won't become confounded and lost before they get to the falls. You are never allowed to see the magic straight on. You can only see it from the corner of your eye or with eyes partially closed.
If you believe this I have many more stories to tell you.
cybeleshineblog.wordpress.com/
(A bit of creative blur and a lovely framing with an enchanted texture by Anna Lenabem.)
Squint your eyes and glance just so, and it just might appear as if this were the mid-20th-century. But not!
Carr's Drugs
Tucker (downtown), Georgia, USA.
1 April 2023
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Here's one I found in the file-pile.
I saw this funny little beast while doing a hike near Mt. Baker a couple summers ago.
first shot only grabbed his front half, but it was pretty sharp, sadly this is the best I can offer. I guess I can hope to see him again someday under better circumstances, hope he wasn't just passing through...
May 22, 1992: Conductor Ricky Crockett and Engineer James Allen have taken advantage of a meet to go inside Robinette Steel and visit with Kenny Fannon. The light pusher set is still in the hole after meeting a southbound loaded coal train at Big Stone Gap, Virginia on the L&N Cumberland Valley Subdivision. Built in 1973 and still looking fairly good, GP38-2 2615 was originally L&N 4107.
(Scanned from Kodachrome 64 slide.)
A svelte young Chinese lady strolls leisurely under a dazzling Beijing sun in July of 2019. Her blonde hair and madonna-esque styling present her own unique fashion statement. Last July was a time when one of your greatest concerns was squinting to view the tiny screen on your phone on a long summer afternoon.
“If you look deep within, you will find a brilliant light. To many, far too many, squint and turn away from the shine. Let your eyes adjust, and bathe in the radiance.”
Merry Christmas to all you lovelies out there!! Have an epic holiday period!!
and me as the Phoenix
And the scene story begins....
It was a picturesque winter evening at the Xavier Institute, snow gently falling outside, and the warm glow of Christmas lights twinkling inside. But in the dining room? Absolute chaos.
Jean Grey, a.k.a. Phoenix, stood at the center of the table, literally on fire. Her flames engulfed the candelabras, lighting them all at once while everyone shielded their eyes.
“Jean, maybe tone it down?” Cyclops yelled, squinting behind his visor.
“YOU WANTED AMBIANCE!” she replied, flames whooshing upward and singing the mistletoe.
Meanwhile, Wolverine was hunched over the dessert table, growling as he used his adamantium claws to slice the pumpkin pie.
“Who needs a knife when ya got the goods?” he muttered, flicking pie crumbs onto Cyclops, who dodged them like projectiles.
Storm hovered midair in the dining room, whipping up mashed potatoes with her wind powers. The whirlwind was so strong that bits of potato splattered on the walls, the ceiling, and poor Professor X’s bald head.
“Ororo,” he said, calmly wiping mashed spuds off his temple. “Could you stir with just a spoon next time?”
“No time for spoons, Charles!” she called back, summoning a small thunderclap for dramatic effect.
Suddenly, the front door slammed open, and in flew Rogue, her super-strength evident as she carried an absolutely gigantic turkey above her head.
“Ah got the bird, y’all!” she hollered, soaring over the table.
“Wait, don’t drop it!” Cyclops shouted.
“Who’s droppin’ it?!” Rogue retorted, but just as she swooped low, Cyclops took the opportunity to blast the turkey with his optic beam.
The turkey cooked instantly, sizzling and golden-brown as it landed perfectly on the centerpiece platter.
“Dinner’s served!” Cyclops said proudly.
The team cheered, except for Xavier, who muttered, “Does anyone here understand basic food safety?”
Just as they began to sit, the turkey gave an ominous creak—Rogue’s strength had squished it slightly, and it was leaking stuffing like a broken piñata.
“Oh, come on!” shouted Wolverine, clawing at a drumstick.
And yet, despite the mess—the flames, the mashed potato cyclone, and the very questionable turkey—it was an X-Men Christmas dinner for the ages.
“Next year,” muttered Professor X, sipping his wine, “we’re ordering pizza.”
[Kraftwork]: Thanksgiving Dinner
[Kraftwork Mainstore: Teleport
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Khor Rori, ruins of an ancient South Arabian town, UNESCO World Cultural Heritage Site, mouth of Wadi Darbat, between Mirbat and Salalah, Dhofar region, Sultanate of Oman, Arabian Peninsula.
Inscriptions at Khor Rouri reports that the town, called "Sumhuram" , was founded on royal initiative and settled by Ḥadramite emigrants. Dhofar was the main source of frankincense in the ancient period, and it seems likely that the foundation of the settlement was in part motivated by a Ḥadramite wish to control the production of this valuable commodity.
In 2000 it was added to the Unesco world heritage list.
Today, visitors to the site can find Bronze Age fortifications from the small fortified town as well as a local palace ascribed to the Queen of Sheba.
see: whc.unesco.org/en/list/1010
Submitted: 05/01/2017
Accepted: 20/01/2017
Published:
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- Hot Media Publishing (United Arab Emirates) 21-May-2017
- RCS MediaGroup S.p.A. - IO Don (Italy) 31-Dec-2018
- Reach Publishing (United Kingdom (Great Britain)) 26-Jul-2019
- Squint Opera (United Kingdom (Great Britain)) 22-Feb-2023
- TCS & Starquest Expeditions (WASHINGTON) 30-Oct-2023
Wishing Light
Sun walks the roof of the sky
with a turtle's patience.
Circling endlessly amidst the black passage
of arrival and retreat.
Moon can shape shift
and puncture the confident darkness.
The weaker sister of sun
it bleeds light even as it dwindles
to a fissure of fluorescence.
Black sky like a monk's hood draped
over stars with squinted eyes.
Stewards lost,
exiled to overspread
the dark lair of the zodiac.
This silent outback where
light is uprooted and cast aside
beats like a tired clock uneven.
It dreams of sunlight passing so
it can follow like a parasite.
Tired of meandering in absence it
wants to live the speed of light and feel its directness.
Wishing to stay alive in light years
and not some recumbent eternity.
Desiring the sharp pain of life
to the dull, numbing outskirts of ancient space.
Darkness follows light like a tireless
wind that pours over tumbleweeds.
But it always seems to outlast the people
if not the light.
(Wingmakers, Chamber Fifteen Poetry)
If you squint your eyes and try to look past the worn paint, this could be a vehicle train 20 years ago heading to the bluff yard.
In reality, this is the BNCP transfer heading downhill at Mississippi St. Doing the honors today is a pair of Northtown's finest. The well-worn warbonnet dash 9s have been demoted to yard/local service. I'm conflicted on if I think this is cool or sad. I love fallen flags, and with these units captive to Northtown, it's like shooting fish in a barrel. On the other hand, the RCO equipment makes these units feel as though their wings have been clipped.
For now, I suppose I'll keep shooting these things in their retirement home roles.
I have wanted to get this location for such a long time after seeing images from the likes of Trevor Cotton and Spencer Brown and an opportunity arose over the weekend that I couldn't turn down, high tide at sunset!!
I arrived on location only to struggle finding the entry point for the forshore this gem sits on, 10 minutes later and some local hash heads gave the game away, after being told it was a 5 - 10 minute walk by the above mention weed smokers I arrive 32 minutes later......with the sun setting behind a bank of cloud.......gutted, so what was a promising bit of light and I end up on a recce!
I still really struggle with LE's at this time of day due to the ever changing light! Give me a grey day and I'm good, but sunrise or sunset and I start to have issues!
Anyway, after a fair bit of time sat at the PC, this is the end result from that recce and to be fair, Im fairly pleased with it! I would love feedback from the people that know this location as I feel there are issues with my editing!
360 Seconds of LE goodness here!
I found it amusing how this nice butterfly seemed to be staring at me ... I just had to "portray" it
“When you are describing A shape, or sound, or tint; Don't state the matter plainly, But put it in a hint; And learn to look at all things With a sort of mental squint” (Lewis Carroll)
One of the original buildings at the Britannia Shipyard.... peering back at me.
(Not to be a pane, but if you're board and batten around ideas, this looks a little knottier if you hit "L" to view Large....)
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Outside, the sun is blazing on one of the hottest days of the year, whilst here inside St Margaret’s Mission Church, the light is calm and inviting, if perhaps a little melancholic. Should you squint a little, you'll no doubt be able see the parishioners, sitting in their Sunday best, waiting for the vicar to come and lead the service.
Built in 1908 for the new village of South Wonston, this ‘tin tabernacle’ or ‘iron church’ was in regular use right up until 1996, when all services were transferred to a new church built in the centre of the village. The original building was offered to the Weald and Downland Museum in 2006, where it was rebuilt and reopened as an exhibition building in 2011.