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"Protecting those who defend America!"
Thank you all for your service and your protection...
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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...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
Out the legacy of my father in law I received this houseplant eight years ago.
Because it is such an easy plant to take care of he still lives.
It reminds me of those days, when I was young and every household kept these indoor plants.
I'm getting old....
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Those of a certain vintage will recall the rise of pirate radio, countered by the rebranding of the BBC’s Home, Light, Third stations being replaced by Radio 1, 2, 3 and 4.
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.
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.
This was another one of those days where the weather just wouldn't play ball. Great, fast moving clouds that I knew would create a really atmospheric, long exposure image. But my progress was hampered by squally rain showers that regularly peppered me just as I was set up and ready to shoot. Fortunately, there was a break in the showers that was long enough for me to get a couple of compositions in the bag. Having to work quickly is not something I like to do but nonetheless, I am pleased with the images I got of Cullen Bay in Morayshire, Scotland.
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..
Explore: 06.11.2010
Just going through some stuff from last summer ....keeping some and deleting others. This one I decited to keep as it reminds me of those Icelandic summernights that I belive you can´t find elsewhere in this world of ours. From middle of june until late july we have constant 24 hours daylight ....just love it !! On the other hand 21st of desemer is the darkest day of the year as we only have like hour and a half (thank god for christmas decerations and all those wonderful little lights ) :o)
I haven´t been spending as much time here "Flickr-ing" lately as I would have like to, sick and now
recovering from surgery (have to stay home for some weeks...unable to go out and clikc...damn !! ) so I´m going to use the time to go through my stuff and hopefully find somethig interesting to post :o)
Looking forward to catch up now that I have all the time in the world :o)
Enjoy your weekend dear friends and thanks for constant support
Take care
Ása B
Pearl has the most expressive eyes.
She is constantly watching everything around her.
I think there's an old soul in there!
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...😔
A juvenile Western grebe just prior to attaining its bright red eyes and black and white feather pattern.
Taken on Crawley Lake, in the Inyo National Forest near Bishop, California
Looking down Glen Sligachan on the Isle Of Skye. In November the island is very beautiful and the sun does comes straight down this glen.
This is another luminosity blend image with two exposures. I used NIK color efex for a little more warmth and I used a soft light fill to get the trees to look, well, softer. Gentle trees are happy trees. Damn you, Bob Ross.
This was taken in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
226/365 Roni - age four and a half, starting school in a few weeks now, I think I would like to slow down time.......
... and those 2 words make my little valentine's day message, dear people! :)
Happy Valentine's Day! :)
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It was on Explore's Front Page.
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I have always granted myself the freedom to exercise artistic license and pursue whatever brings me joy. Currently, shots from my cellphone and digital AI artwork fulfill that purpose, at least for the time being.
If in doubt which is my work and which is Generative AI, just look for the watermark on my photography.
Gabriel Alfaro - reviewing old photos - July 2019
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!
A neighbourhood cat captured siting on our shed roof. We have a cat and get many neighbourhood cats wandering into our garden.
This was a cat I had not seen before and I was captivated by those orange eyes.
Song: New Kid in Town by the Eagles
Those special moments when you finally get done with work...Breathing, thinking and releasing the stress of the day...I think we should work two days a week....how many agree. It would be fun to hear from you all!
Those Mont-de-Marsan pilots sure knew how to make a great impression while arriving in Evreux, in preparation for the annual Bastille Day parade. They arrived for a fast and low break with 7 aircrafts. What a sight!
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.
For those who appreciate Satie's music:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H99QJYeqC_E
Simon and Garfunkle "The Sound of silence":
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hUy9ePyo6Q
I read music!