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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 ♥
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Having been laid low with a cold I finally got myself out the other day. As matters would have it I was close to Adel Dam so called in with my camera. For those who haven't visited, there are a pair of hides and a Kingfisher screen. The Kingfisher didn't show and the far hide was extremely quiet but the first hide had constant activity including a pair of Nuthatch.
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.
***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^^
Wednesday was one of those days where it was sunny near the 8th Street bridge, but hazy and foggier as I headed toward the river's mouth . I decided that it might best be captured in b&w.
There appeared to be a bit of a feeding frenzy in the area between the Coat Guard station and the marina. The gulls filled the air with noise, as well as their bodies.
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.
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I shot this in the store of Abercrombie and Fitch in NYC..this male models job is "greeter", basically standing at the door with just a pair of jeans on and smiling..the girl is a tourist..
Those pretty purple flowers are a non-native vinca. The deer have managed to keep the patch small, although this year the plant seems to be growing more than usual. Unfortunately they can't seem to keep English Ivy under control. They do like it, but it seems to grow too fast.
...Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles...
Isaiah 40:31
MUSIC: Yeager's Theme from the film The Right Stuff
Those of you who looked at yesterday's post saw a Coyote from September, still wearing its sleek summer coat. This one, from two years ago, is decked out for winter: thicker fur, in which she can withstand the coldest weather. Of course, at 40 below she will probably sleep a lot, curled up in her cozy den in some remote hillside or embankment.
Photographed from the rolling red Toyota blind in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission © 2017 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
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Song: Back To Black
~ Amy Winehouse
"He left no time to regret
Kept his d&*k wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed
From all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny
Rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
Black, black
Black, black
Black, black
Black
I go back to
I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
Those were the words of CP 7010N ringing through my scanner as CP 421 hauls a long train out of the GTA and towards the Canadian shield. We get our first glimpse of what those building the railway dealt with as the Palgrave pond flourishes with flora in the heart of summer. The clouds were playing games, but it all ended ok.
Those eyes the greenest of things blue
The bluest of things grey
Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)
Polaroid
Great Central Railway at Rothley on 7 November 2009 as GCR 04 63601 is leaving with a train for Loughborough. It wasn't safe to go on the platforms as it was a mass Brownies day out!
For Macro Monday's "Wrapping" Theme
This is one of those spangly ribbon/bows you simply stick on top of a present. They are life savers! Let me explain why.
I believe there are two types of people in this world; those who are wrapping-gifted (not rapping gifted necessarily), the category A wrappers, and then there are those like me, severely wrapping-challenged would be the PC term. Wrapping is like some impossible dark mysterious art to me. It starts with the paper….
Possibly my 30 year old scissors are blunt, or maybe it’s the $1 rolls of wrapping paper I buy from The Reject Shop. (Yes, there is actually a shop here called that. I’m not sure if the name is aimed at the products or the customers like me 😉) Don’t see the point of spending money on paper that will be thrown out in a few days’ time when it could be better spent on something to benefit humanity, like camera equipment 😊 Anyway, I see the Cat A’s cut paper with perfectly straight edges, seemingly easy. Mine looks like I have hacked at it with a wood saw while drunk & blindfolded! And that’s if it doesn’t rip, which it inevitably does. Then there is “the wrap”, horrifying ordeal. How do people make origami swans when I find it next to impossible to fold a piece of paper around a perfectly symmetrical rectangle box? (My family only get rectangular presents, they are hard enough to wrap, any other shaped present is out sorry) This results in one of two outcomes generally. The first being the paper doesn’t quite reach around the present somewhere. In this case you have to stick a “band-aid patch” of paper over the gap. I generally try and use the same paper so it’s not so obvious. You are welcome for that tip 😊 The other outcome is you misjudge the amount of paper needed and you need to wrap it around the present about 4 times. The present is generally looking like a mutant pinata at this stage, On to the next battle, the dreaded Sticky Tape.
I’m sure they pay scientists money to make sticky tape rolls with no discernible edges. They should call it Salvador Dali tape! After spending an hour on average trying to find the edge of the tape I generally give up & try to find someone fingernail-gifted who magically always seem to find the edge in seconds. It's usually at this the fingernail-gifted one will say something like "for goodness sakes give it here & I'll do it; a 5 year can wrap better than you" If that doesn't work and you have to do it yourself, like for example if it's the fingernail-gifted one's present, then handy hint - stick half a dozen pieces of tape on your arm for ease of access,
Then, the Final Wrap. Unless you were born double-jointed, or are a contortionist this is tricky. It’s like that old of game of Twister. Right hand – yellow, or edge of the wrapping, left leg - top of present to hold it still. Nose on top of present holding paper in place. Whatever appendage you have left to get a bit of tape off your arm. Even smarmy Cat A, fingernail-gifted contortionists must struggle here. You pull the tape off your arm, ignoring the pain as it rips your arm hairs out (your arm may be numb anyway from the unnatural positions it it’s been in from Wrapping Twister) If you actually manage to get a piece of tape onto the paper before it sticks to itself and is completely useless, you start feeling like you might be starting to see the finish line in sight. The hairs from your arm stuck to the sticky tape give the present an authentic, artistic look I reckon, a personal touch. The game continues, left hand green, right foot present, now using mouth to get tape off the arm.
Then suddenly, with much amazement, you realise you are done! Your body starts to slowly bend back into its normal shape. And the wrapped present is there in all its glory! Looking like a FedEx package that has spent the last 10 years on a desert island with Tom Hanks. You proudly put it under the Christmas tree amongst all the other Cat-A wrapped presents. I always feel quite attached to them by now after all we have been through together. Your special enemy-become-friend present, now called Wilson. And the beauty is no one will guess it’s your present! Although the hairy rectangle bandaided looking pinata may give the more astute ones a clue 😉
Happy macro Monday, and happy wrapping out there !
Yesterday, we buried my mom. It is so sad and final. Such a large piece of me is gone.
I will always remember her where she felt the happiest - in her garden. It came back to life in a slide show at her memorial service. After all, I have taken thousands of photos there over the years...
What a day!! It was amazing! Another lifer to add to the list and a bird that's been on my want to see list (in the wild) for the better part of my life! Many, many thanks to wesleybarr1962 for locating them for me! We saw a parent and 4 owlets - Great Gray Owlet.
Shot taken for Saturday Self Challenge 01/08/2020 -
A Shot at Night Outside .
Well to be honest I have never done much night photography in the past other than shots of the moon , could have done that again but in the spirit of the challenge had a go at the job proper like . I did try reading the help links Val put up but kept getting a survey popping up which only came on those links - did not do it obviously but there was no way to close it other than closing flickr and coming back on again . Anyway , with what tips I could pick up there and elsewhere spent just 15 minutes on Monday night out round the side of the house trying out the task . Saw where some tweaks and adjustments were needed and did the same thing Tuesday night . Went against the advice and instead of a wide open lens I opted for f22 to get the starburst on the street lamps . All done but wouldn't it be good to do a car light trail ( it does not work with the car coming straight at you !! ) - well waited in the hope that someone would be driving home soon - and they did !!
What I did not realise was that the camera stayed open long enough to follow the path of the car right round to the left and then as the road snakes round off to the far right of the shot .
Well there we are , another SSC cracked - look in the first comment box for a view from the same place but at 90 degrees looking right .
As for Sight & Sound , there can only be one track -----
A Shot In The Dark ---------
Or something along those lines.
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“All those layers of silence upon silence.”
feat.
left:
Zibska//Lazare:Smoke (@ main store)
RO//Cherubim Horns
Mandala//Steking Ears
Nuuna//Warp & Dow
Plastik//Deia Makeup:Subconcious
The Shops//Ty
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Little Bones//Lava
Zaara//Baga nosering
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As I recover from shoulder surgery, I have assigned myself a big, major, huge project…and yes it concerns photography! My mission, should I decide to accept it (Mission Impossible reference) is to clean out and organize my 2TB external hard drive…that contains every digital photo that I have retained since 1985. The majority also have the RAW file associated with that photo attached. Files numbering in the tens of thousands that have been filed, misfiled, triple duplicated and thrown into folders as if I were dealing cards. My ADHD and sense of personal embarrassment will simply not allow this craziness to continue.
The blessing of this process is not just the discovery of photos long forgotten, but the memories contained. These files may well prove themselves to be priceless…not just for the memories depicted in the photos, but as a partner as I spent the next five weeks, the hours ahead fighting off my nemesis, boredom!
Here is one from a very good day…
You know that it was a very good day when you can remember everything about that day, the temperature, the warmth of the sun, the smell of a spring pasture and in this case anxiety of having to go to work when your best girl is about to give birth! It was the 13th of May, 2010 and our National Champion (Reserve Color Champion, 2006 AOBA Nationals) girl Rosalita was in labor. Joann and I both went to work to check in and start clearing the days schedule, both securing the day off with bosses and returning to the farm in record time.
A quick switch from work to farm cloths and a short trot to the front pasture found that Rosalita had already lost her mucus plug…her cria would be born anytime now. It was time to grab some lawn chairs, my camera and our birthing kit and just wait for things to progress. In the back of my mind, I prayed for a smooth, natural birth and that I would not have to put on the big gloves ever again and assist.
The next hour provided us with a memory of a lifetime as Giacomo would come into the world! A 19.2-pound male from Legend’s Challenger, at that time one of the top gray males in the country. The beauty of the moment, the cycle of life experience on such a beautiful May day is forever etched into my soul. Joann and I removed the remnants of the birth sack and dried our gift. The name Giacomo was chosen as it was in honor of my father who had passed some four years before. It was his childhood nickname and I know that it would have made him smile…like this photo does for me now as I utilize the editing program Lightroom to bring it to life.
This photo captures the bonding process/moment that alpaca mothers do just after birth. She gently takes her lips and nose and rub it against that of her cria, all the while making a clicking sound that bonds the two together for life. She will also use the same area to help her cria stay steady on its wabbly, minutes old legs.
What a blessing it is to witness not just the new physical body that God had created, but also the pure, palpable, natural love that was immediate between mother and son as well.
I didn’t know it then, but Giacomo would be the last cria born to us at Serene-n-Green Alpacas. In the early fall of 2010, a couple came to the farm and bought our last five alpacas, water buckets, farm name, logos, hay and trailer to start their own turn-key alpaca farm in Ohio.
Today, when anyone asks if I miss raising alpacas my response is immediate and direct. I miss birthing those babies!
Chase experiences, not things!
I always admire people who can just "do" street photography. They are up there, in my book, with those who seem to be able to waltz into a forest, snap a photo and walk away with an amazing shot. I like to dip my toes into both genres but am never really happy with the results. In fact I seem to recall making it a new year's promise a few years ago that I'd try more when it comes to both street and woodland photography.
With this in mind I headed down to Littlehampton beach front for a spot of street photography. Parked the rental car and tried to pay for my stay - 2 hours should be enough I thought - only for the pay machine to throw a fit and declare it's card reader non-operational. I fumbled in my wallet and frustratingly only had enough coppers and half pennies for one hour of parking. I'll make the most of it I thought and headed off to this location. After a few minutes of standing here, waiting and working on my composition a primary school class and teacher showed up. Not wanting to get into trouble, or get suspicious looks thrown my way I wandered 250 or so meters away to another shelter/bench like this. Set up again only for the same class to show up and sit there after a few more minutes. Frustrated I stomped back to the original location. Almost 20 minutes in and I hadn't really gotten anything. Lo and behold, a few minutes later the same class came back. The teacher grinned at me and I knew then she was doing it deliberately. So I stood my ground, pointed the camera in this direction and waited her out. She blinked first, sheepishly herding her class away to the right of this scene. Victory! But it cost me 25 minutes of my one hour of parking.
Came away with some shots that I'm really happy with though they feel a little same-y with the cool shapes that meander across the scene. I did try and get the odd cyclist but couldn't time it quite right with them being half hidden behind the structure. Guess I need to get out and practice street photography more then....
Those who know the estate at Studley Royal will be more than used to the presence of Jackdaws down by the lake. It is probably the presence of the cafe and the visitors al fresco dining that acts as the lure. We weren't in the cafe at this time but sure enough there were a good number of these inquisitive crows doing the rounds.
Look closely at the head and there is some fabulous detail.