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As a kid I went by this old train just about everyday. Now as an adult I still drive by it, I never thought to photograph it, Today I drove by and saw the dark grey sky behind it and the light from the sun lighting up the front so Ijust had to stop and Photographed it. And this is the result.
Musée d'Orsay, Paris
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwYX52BP2Sk
And you run and you run
to catch up with the sun but it's sinking,
Racing around
to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way,
but you're older,
Shorter of breath
and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter,
never seem to find the time,
Plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines.
Hanging on in quiet desperation
is the English way,
The time is gone, the song is over,
thought I'd something more to say.
Pink Floyd, Time
'Time Off' was yet again a very Beatles inspired fashion for Paul, with a brown, collarless suede jacket. It is magnificently well made and fully lined with beige silk.
He wore a long sleeved checkered shirt under it, with a yellow string tie made of cord and beige rather slim trousers. The red socks speaks of the swinging 60s where they boldly stick up from the brown Chelsea boots.
It was sold with a blue, denim duffle bag with a white cord strap. Perfect for all his 'Time Off' activities.
(This set also included a tiny poster for 'Cliff Warwick and the Dollybeats' latest pop concert.)
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Me: Hi Pete! Where are you heading off to?
Pete: Oh hello Sky, I had some time off and thought I'd pop down to the indoor cricket pitch for a game.
Me: One doesn't "pop" in for a game of cricket, they take at least three hours of complicated walkabouts, shouting and random outbursts of ball hitting.
Pete: Ha ha, not a sports person are you!
Me: Not really no. Unless it's a sport not to fancy sport?
Pete: Could be. May I offer you a lift? Unless you also disapprove of sports cars and their occupants?
Me: Ha ha, very slick my dear gent, but I have to decline. I'm actually here to have tea with your mum.
Pete: *Snicker* So that's why she wanted me out of the house. Cheerio then!
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Pete - Sindy's friend Paul 1967
One single long exposure. No photoedition : straight out of the camera except for contrast/crop.
Model/suit/props: Tribal Lotta
Lights: Martin GERARD & me
Trigger: Lionel Deltour
Big thanks to Vincent Michel for the location. ;)
Light painting session with Tribal Lotta, Lionel Deltour, Martin GERARD, Pascal Biston
A busy time for the adult Swallows, as they had four youngsters to feed on three different branches.
Corre cara eses xigantes, corre cara eses brazos que non buscan agarimos, corre cara ese castelo que conquistares e no que os séculos te agardan encadeado.
Corre contra o vento que non comparte as túas intencións, corre contra o tempo que se ri na túa faciana das túas ilusións, corre contra todos os que se interpoñen no teu sentido nese camiño dunha soa dirección.
Corre, porque este lume non coñece fronteiras, leis, avisos ou relixión. Este lume so quere espallarse nos teus dominios e se-la túa única bendición.
Corre.
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Run towards those giants, run towards those arms that are not looking for caresses, run towards that castle for you to conquest and inside which centuries are waiting to chain you.
Run against the wind that doesn't share your intentions, run against the time that laughs before your face about your illusions, run against all those that get in the way of your movement in this one way only path.
Run, because this fire knows no borders, no laws, no warnings nor religion. This fire only wants to spread in your domain and becoming your only blessing.
Run.
Great Blue Heron at Dusk, Wakodahatchee Wetlands, Delray Beach, FL
About the title (I am running out of good ones, soon it will be "Untitled"):
It was slowly approaching sunset time and Ivan and I were shooting away in the fading sunlight when we heard somebody shouting at the top of his lungs "Time to go! Time to go!". We were a bit confused and amused at the same time. Turns out it was the security guard trying to get everyone to leave.
He was way too early, though. The sign at the entrance read that they close the place at 6:00 PM, sunset was at 5:40 PM. Anyway, I guess you needed to be there to find it amusing, but we thought it quite funny hearing him shouting from all over the place, trying to get people out.
This was one of the last shots I took; the sun had already disappeared behind some trees.
it's so peaceful for me to sit on the dock and watch the pelicans swim around... so relaxing and quiet... perfect time to reflect :)
I have had quite a bit of commercial interest for my time lapse videos, including some for TV. This is a showcase video of some my favourites I have taken on Dartmoor Exmoor and the Highlands. I have also had some interest for the music I have recorded, so I have used the first track from my E.P.
This was one of the longest sunsets that I've ever experienced. It was also one of the most colorful and surreal. No mater how much time I spend in nature, the capacity of nature to far surpass my prior experiences and my wildest expectations never ceases to amaze me.
On this night the sunset color lasted at least an hour after the sun set. Most people left for dinner, but I was shooting a time-lapse sequence, so I stayed until the color was gone. This was taken on December 13, after Badwater Basin flooded shortly after Thanksgiving. With a follow-up storm, the water remained until early January!
The water table in Badwater Basin can be very close to the surface. That's how these polygons form: salt-laden water rises up cracks in the salt via capillary action, until it dries and deposits its minerals at the surface. The polygons re-form after winter rains, when the water table again is shallow enough to send salt to the surface.
Sadly, many visitors both enjoyed the sight and completely disregarded its fragility. Where people were hiking out to this spot, the polygons were quickly trampled and destroyed, The hike to less damaged locations became longer and longer, until the unique and incredible geologic processes were only visible as traces, lines flush with the surrounding salt flats. It got particularly busy after Los Angeles area newspapers covered the event. In an early visit there were perhaps a dozen people at sunset, even fewer at sunrise. Later, in one panorama image, I counted 212 people, many clearly oblivious to what they were stepping on, and erasing. I'm happy for whatever part of it they did appreciate, if only the reflection, or the joy of running around and splashing in the shallow water. Perhaps they'll notice more next time, and be curious to understand and value the extraordinary nature of the place, and the processes that they're seeing.
I hope that we get more rain on Badwater Salt Flats soon. I hope to spend a lot more time out there next time around.
This is one of the first revisits I've made to my folder from this night, to re-adjust my results with the latest post-processing tools and with a fresh perspective. Post-processing is a process, not a destination, an endpoint. I should re-process the entire time-lapse.
In response to one of the earlier edits from this night I received the inevitable responses of "fake" and "over-processed". Personally, I'm surprised at how often I am experiencing a literally unbelievable moment in nature, one that tempts you to abandon the camera and try to soak it all in before it's gone. Some of these moments are entirely predictable, like seeing the shimmering corona of the sun during a total eclipse. Many people who experience this become addicted to the experience, pursue every possible eclipse that they can, worldwide, for the rest of their lives. Other times you're completely taken be surprise, and the sun rays that you hoped to see are are more intense than anticipated, or the quality and colors of a sunset exceed your ability to comprehend how such a sight is possible.
In these moments, I've gotten into the habit of stating out loud "No one is going to believe this,", partially to mark that moment in time in my own brain and memory when I seek to relive it in post-processing. It is important to ensure that I'm not tempted to dumb it down out of fear that some armchair quarterback on the Internet might not have enough experience in nature to know that such a place and moment existed, if only for a moment in time. This is especially critical during photography workshops, when an important part of my service to my clients must be to empower them to have the courage to resist the temptation to cave in to self-proclaimed experts on the Internet, who should calm down, grow up, and get out more.
There's a lot of life left to be experienced, for most of us, and it would be a shame if you never experienced something like this. Whenever you do, please don't destroy any rare geologic features that you're walking among.
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Had to get another butterfly or two before the summer flowers are gone. These guys seem to pose for a photograph at times.