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For those that are confused by my title, Don McCullin is a British photographer famed mostly for his war images. He was on the front line of many global conflicts, from Cyprus to Vietnam to Syria and many more besides. There are photos he took that I'm sure everyone will remember when they see them but perhaps do not know he was the author of.
The very first picture that McCullin ever sold was a shot of a gang of boys spread across the first floor of a bombed out building in north London in the late 50s. This image is nothing like his original image which frankly is one of my favourite images of all time for the way it so brilliantly tells the story of a time and a place. But there is something in my photo which immediately reminded me of McCullin's famous composition but in a VERY different way. Here's a link to McCullin's shot for those that may be interested:
rps.org/news/journal/2021/october/don-mccullin-the-pictur...
And for anyone who truly admires photography it is worth looking up McCullin's work. It is often disturbing because of the subject matter he depicts but it is always exceptional. He is now in his 80s and lives in the quiet English county of Somerset. Instead of wars he now prefers to shoot the landscapes of his adopted county in the most beautiful way. Perhaps an antidote to the terrible things he's witnessed throughout his career.
Well, that’s what my Dad always said. This slightly modified 1956 Dodge Coronet was a built a few years before I was born. Photographed at the 3rd Annual Red, White, and Blue Car Show in Altoona, Iowa.
Developed with Darktable 4.8.0.
That time you trusted me to do your eyebrows and i left you with half a brow..... or when I made you bleed XD
Thank you for putting up with me.
Once upon a time I was single and had nobody to please but myself. In those days all it took to keep me happy was an old rusty Chevrolet pickup truck, a little old house out in the country, and a motorcycle in the shed. The truck was always needing a little attention but hey, it was easy to work on, parts were cheap, and I was loving every minute of it. With an inline six you could easily get at everything under the hood. Three or four wrench sizes seemed to cover about everything and parts were cheap and readily available. You never had to worry about where you parked it or scratching the bed, or any such nonsense. You could haul a wet dog on the seat and it was no big deal. You could even sleep on the seat if you needed to. Oh my, life was so simple. You didn’t have to be a millionaire to afford things neither. You didn’t need a bunch of stuff no how. What happened? Maybe I need a check up from the neck up. :-)
This is one of those new-to-camera- lens-yard-and-me shots. The house wren arrived some days ago but I was unable to get a shot off until today. Not sure what she’s up to. She’s been checking out all the holes left by the downies and nuthatches and seems to like this one the best. Her pose seems to indicate that she feels she’s part of the in-crowd and I am just glad she acquiesced to do this shoot.
Naturally, this shot was facilitated by perfect positioning of the Adirondack. The major challenge was, however, to not drift off into a snooze. This was accomplished by some mental gymnastics that involved perfecting the recipe for what I call Apple Blossom. Of course it’s not a flower, it’s the perfect summer drink. I was introduced to this in the early eighties in Victoria’s Inner Harbour in a place called the Captain’s Palace (changed to Huntingdon Mansion). It’s one of those Victorian mansions converted into a restaurant and they really serve(d) wonderful fare. And part of the breakfast menu was, you guessed it, the Apple Blossom. I could have stayed there all day sipping this nectar of the gods and observing the goings on in the harbor. They never did tell me what the ingredients were but due to my tenacious nature (I’ve been called a pit bull) I am now getting awfully close and finally reaping the fruits of my labor.
♫♪ Those were the days my friend.
We thought they'd never end.
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way. ♪♫
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Gabriel Alfaro - review old photos-3
( Kudos to those who actually do that.. not me tho, pass me a protein bar)
Dress
Alt3 - Hana candy RARE @gacha garden
DOUX - Lala Hairstyle
Skin and shape Mudskin
Catwa- Catya
Decor-
hive // practical kitchen
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . dish drying rack . white
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . paper towels
dust bunny . homemade soup . prep board
dust bunny . homemade soup . bag of groceries . pattern a
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . banana hanger
dust bunny . homemade soup . bowls holder
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . potted herbs . rosemary
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . potted herbs . basil
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . potted herbs . parsley
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . canisters . white
dust bunny . kitchen clutter . spice rack . white
Those first few MILW Hiawatha's that wandered onto the SOO were just tasty. They looked fantastic and were as good as it gets for MILW power at the time. Couple one to a clean SOO SD and...well you get the picture:). Train 910 arrives at Trout Lake with 192 and 769 on June 21, 1985.
For those of us who live in the Sonoran Desert in southern Arizona, we’re used to seeing cobalt blue skies. Lately, our skies have taken on more of an amber hue thanks to lots of smoke in our atmosphere due to the wildfires in Colorado and New Mexico. This is because of the position of a strong ridge of high pressure sitting over the Four Corners region. Air around a high pressure system rotates clockwise, sending the smoke here. Our visibility is even more obscured because we have more moisture in our atmosphere right now due to the "Wet Summer" season with Monsoons. (Arizona has 5 seasons...Spring, a dry and a wet summer, autumn and winter.) Water droplets act as a great surface for smoke particulates to attach to.
A Sonoran Desert Sunset, with the conditions described above. My back porch. No crop, no post processing.
I am a Weather spotter for the Southern Arizona National Weather Service, "Skywarn Spotter Network." :)
My Dad taught a weather course, under the direction of the US Coast Guard for the Oritani Power Squadron in NJ. Instructing new boaters about the dangers to look out for while on the water.
My son was the "Weatherman" everyday on his High School's Morning Announcements. At his Graduation ceremony, the entire football field full of students and guests were chanting his name. (Precipitation shafts from my eyes!!!!!...) He also appeared on the Local CBS TV station's morning weather broadcasts numerous times.
He might act all rough and tough but those eyes just don't lie.. Always so soft and gentle.
Thank you Zyrus for posing with me. Always great to see you.
His version: www.flickr.com/photos/199952402@N02/54291492915/in/datepo...
Amitie- Nunchaku Couples Pose
With those endless walks while many leaves fall, covering the sky....
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Hi flickr friends ^__^
I want to share this picture that I took for the Dolly boutique contest! I wanted to represent the thing that I love most in Autumn: walking through a park while watching the leaves fall, I think it has something nostalgic and beautiful at the same time, don't you think so? I hope you like it!
**PD: I want to give a special "thank you very much" to my boyfriend for give me effort and help me with the picture, the true is that I'm not in a good moment and I would pass to enter in the contest, but thanks to him I'm here jejeeje <3
I'm still trying to catch up when I have free time u.u although I'm go so slow.. anyway I want to let you know that I see all your beautiful pictures/ upload and them always put a smile on my face!
Also I want to thank you for all your kind comments and favs in my pictures! it means a lot for me! Thank you very much ♥
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Hola amig@s! ^__^
Quería compartir con vosotros la foto que he tomado para el concurso de Dolly boutique! quise representar lo que mas me gusta del Otoño, un tranquilo paseo en el parque mientras vemos las hojas caer, creo que eso tiene algo nostálgico y hermoso al mismo tiempo, no les parece? espero que os guste!
**PD: Quiero dar un agradecimiento especial a mi novio por darme animos y ayudarme a hacer esta foto! la verdad es que no me siento en un buen momento y pensaba pasar de entrar en el concurso, pero gracias a el aquí estoy jejejeje <3
También quiero decir que estoy intentando ponerme al día cuando tengo tiempo libre u.u aunque voy bastante lento... de cualquier manera quiero que sepáis que siempre veo vuestras preciosas fotos/ actualizaciones y ello siempre pone una sonrisa en mi cara!
También quiero agradeceros por todos los amables comentarios y favoritos en mis fotos! significan mucho para mi! Muchas graciasss ♥
***This pic is dedicated for two great personns that I knew SION Y ARIA... for all or their softness, their kindness, their large heart and all tender thoughts that I carry to them...***
What did you say
I know I saw you saying it
My ears won't stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
What did you say
And now the day
The hour hand has spun
Before the night is done
I just have to hear
Those sweet words
Spoken like a melody
All your love
Is a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
'Til it could fit on the head of a pin
Come on in
Did you have a hard time sleeping
'Cause a heavy moon was keeping you awake
And all I know is I'm just glad to see you again
See my love
Like a lost balloon
Rising up through the afternoon
And then you appear
What did you say
I know I saw you saying it
My ears won't stop ringing
Long enough to hear
Those sweet words
And your simple melody
I just have to hear
Your sweet words
Spoken like a melody
I just wanna hear
Those sweet words
Lyrics : Norah Jones Those**Sweet words www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYYK9mLjrls
**CHARACTER: Chyrel by me^^
“Those who pass by us,
do not go alone,
and do not leave us alone;
they leave a bit of themselves,
and take a little of us.”
Those familiar with Ansel Adams may recognize this scene.
I used a 5x7 crop instead of the original 4x5 (medium format), and include more of the land on the right side. I couldn't get on top of a van to see more river. Plus the pine tree forest is older and larger with more growth obscuring the left bend in the river, and the mountains are capped by a storm.
What a delight to follow Ansel Adams' footsteps.
While in the city had just started the lockdown... she was waiting for her mother, who was busy with her daily work... collecting the cans on the trash bin...😔
on a perfectly crispy chilly sunshiny morning and you idealize it
(and of course the reality is different)
Barred owl in the woodlands of the Mount Washington Valley, NH. This owl flew across the road while I was out in the woods and was nice enough to stay long enough for me to photograph.
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It was turning into one of those indecisive mornings. “Shall we go and lounge by the pool and read until lunchtime, and then head down to the beach? Or will we get in the car and head off for the day?” Neither of us could make our minds up. It’s often like this, and until we close the front door, we could be heading anywhere between fifty yards away and the other end of the island. It’s part of what makes us so fascinating, and no doubt would drive anyone else unfortunate enough to end up in a long term relationship with either of us to the edge of their senses. All things considered, it’s a good job Ali and I found each other. Neither of us seems to mind when one asks the other what we’re going to do today, only to draw a distant gaze and a blank response.
If anything, I’m a little more driven than she is, and so I made the call. “Right, we’ll go back to that place in Femes for lunch, then we’ll go and visit one of the bodegas at La Geria, and after that I want to go and walk up the red mountain for sunset” – that’s Montana Colorada by the way. “Ok,” came the predictable response. And so we had a plan; a nice simple one that didn’t require too much thought or too much driving. We’d drive up the mountain pass from Playa Blanca to the village of Femes that sits on the saddle, and the rest of the day would follow as planned.
Except that it didn’t. 12:30 we agreed was a bit early for lunch, and so we drove in the other direction and headed for a menu del dia at the place we’d stumbled across in Teguise a few days earlier. And just to make things interesting, we decided to go along the main road rather than the wine route, just to have a bit of a test run for that inevitable drive to the airport just over a week later. “It’ll be faster” I reasoned. It wasn’t, especially after a couple of wrong turns, one of which almost had us heading into the jams of Arrecife, the island capital. Eventually, we arrived at a dinner table to be served by a very harassed looking waiter, whom it seemed was working solo through the busy lunch hour. As he unceremoniously thumped our drinks onto the table and feigned no interest whatsoever in our opposing views on the inclusion of tuna in our ensaladas mixtas, we wondered who’d thrown a sickie and left him in the lurch. After the meal I was too frightened to ask for coffee as well, and spent the next twenty-five minutes looking for another establishment to replenish the caffeine deficit. The first such attempt found us hastily evacuating our seats, scarpering around a corner and tracing an elaborate circuit of the town after Ali had seen the price list. Six euros for a scoop of ice cream? Not on your Nellie!
Some time later, happily refuelled with coffee and ice cream we sat at a bench in the church square. By now it was some time after 4pm, and with less than two hours until sunset we considered the options. At the far end of the island, just another twelve miles or so away lay the Mirador del Rio, offering a classic view of the three small islands that fan away from the northeast corner of Lanzarote, while retracing our tyre treads down to the coast would bring us to the wreck of the Telamon, a long exposure magnet that lies a few yards out to see between Costa Teguise and Arrecife. Tentatively, we set course for the former, where the road rides up to its highest point on the island between Los Valles and Haria. And still several miles short of our target, as we sat at a layby gazing down at the white coastal villages of Punta Mujeres and Arrieta far below, we changed our minds again – and then furthered the endless mystery of our final destination by missing the turn without signpost that was supposed to take us to the Mirador del Risco de Famara.
As you can see, the error turned into what Bob Ross would call a happy accident. Finally, somewhere around five, we ended up here, at the lonely and altitudinous Ermita de las Nieves. Quite how often there’s ever been snow here, even at this distance above sea level I’m not sure, although I did need to put my long sleeved top on over my tee shirt to brave the last hour of daylight on this late November afternoon, as a fellow visitor from France told me his wife was very jealous of my telephoto lens. The view across the volcanoes that dominate the landscape over to the west from where we’d come was, well you can see for yourself can’t you? Even before the golden hour, it seemed evident that we were going to be in for a show, as layers of cloud allowed sunbeams to filter through and light up the spaces in between the distant cones. For an hour I watched from behind the long lens transfixed, as the colours deepened and the sunbeams bounced and weaved their way into ever more epic frames. As the sunbeams moved, I continually followed the drama, recomposing and focussing as quickly as I could keep up. It’s not often that I get to spend time in a landscape like this, and certainly I’d never seen a sunset sky such as the one we were witnessing now in the mountains. Eventually, the sun having disappeared for the day and the magic leaving centre stage almost instantaneously, I headed back to the car with an enormous grin on my face. The day of sliding door decisions had given us the best possible outcome with a sunset we’d never forget. It’s a good job we’re not that great at making our minds up, or we’d have probably missed it.