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We didn’t spend a lot of time on the beach in front of our resort (that’s not our style), but we did spend some. We also discovered that by staying in the area that caters more to Europeans, you get the occasional (to our right and our left) topless sunbather (not pictured).
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
Ecclesiastes 3:2 King James Version
As i walked in the park, heard a lot of splashing. Stumbled across geese at their 'bath time'...video below
Canadian Geese Bathing VIDEO
2/20/16 Saturday ~ A beautiful sight to see and hear the canadian geese bathe in the water.
MUSIC: Attribution to Artist: Kevin MacLeod
Enter the Party | YouTube Audio Library
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XE4hWVoB5hA&list=PL93uzrz9f1_...
Music ⓒ - Kevin MacLeod
Zorki 3 "Bufera" (1955)
Jupiter 8 1:2 50mm (1955)
Fuji Neopan 400
Sverdlovsk 6 - 1/50 - F11
DD23 Stoekler double bath
Epson V600
It was drizzling at the time.
Everyone in the group was sheltering under this big tree.
She duly entertained us all.
Prelude to the 35th Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade.
Multiple postings in a day. As such it is not necessary to post comments. Thank you for your viewing.
Mardi Gras, Hyde Park, Sydney, Australia (Saturday 2 Mar 2013 @ 4:45pm)
Texture courtesy of Skeletal Mess
Meru Betiri National Park is a national park in the province of East Java, Indonesia, extending over an area of 580 km² of which a small part is marine (8.45 km²).
The beaches of the park provide nesting ground for the endangered Leatherback turtles, Hawksbill turtles, Green turtles, and Olive Ridley turtles.
Meru Betiri National Park- East Java, Indonesia.
Time to load the ferry for the short 45 min trip across to Rathlin.
Name: MV Canna
Owner: Caledonian Maritime Assets
Operator: Rathlin Island Ferry Ltd
Builder: James Lamont & Co
Route: Ballycastle - Rathlin Island
IMO: 7340423
(JUST A BIT OF FUN)
TIME LAPS USING D90, this was shot on top of bellevale shopping centre from the car park,
number of shot 350 but have copied them to double the amount to make the video a little longer, i intended to take 400 shots but was asked to leave by a security guard ha! ha!
350 shots doubled.........shutter speed was set to 1/5th using nd16 filter
f stop 6.3.
at 8 second interval's.
This is a cat-raven attacking a nerdy jellyfish. I made this for an awesome new clothing line called Time To Panic. They were awesome to work with. Greg Abbott also did a lot of work for them so you should check them out!
"Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun..
06-ELIALNERAI- temptation
He was sitting on the damp sand watching the setting sun threading its way into the water.
He was holding the egg in his hands and observing it, but nothing had changed since the last time he looked at it.
He put it back into his pocket, asking himself if it was worth it and wondering what He would do next.
Without the map He did not know where to go and apparently not a soul lived in this area of the kingdom.
He was starting to think that maybe He should forget about this madness and go back home (wherever that was), when a most beautiful voice started singing, soothing his ears with sounds He had never heard before. It made him feel a little less lonely and out of place.
He could not see anybody around and He wanted desperately to understand where the singing was coming from.
After a while He could not take it anymore. He arose and walked toward the sea, where the voice seemed to be drawing him.
He untied the hilt that was fastened to his side and it fell into the water with a dull sound followed by his bag.
He took off his shoes and left them behind. Then He started swimming.
…
He was swimming with long and smooth strokes, completely absorbed in the music.
The rip tides were stroking his body, embracing him and filling his limbs with bliss.
He knew he was exhausted but it was a faded sensation, like the way one remembers in the back of their mind a face they have seen long ago and that has started to fade.
He stopped swimming only when He reached the reef.
“I thought you would not come,” cried the siren, her voice so sad it tore his heart “I thought I would have been waiting for my entire life... and one day more. I thought you would not come and I would be here alone, your absence filling my existence and me filling the sea with my salty tears…”
He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to tell her that he swam as fast as He could and that now He was there, at least, and she shouldn’t worry anymore.
But when He opened his mouth to speak he realized He was breathless.
“My poor little hero… my pearl… come… come… lie next to me… rest. Elialnerai will sing you a song and everything will be perfect again.”
She started singing again, and He let himself be lost into her voice once more, dissolving into a thousand notes and recomposing himself into new chords.
She was stroking his hair and braiding it with seaweed and shells, never stopping the singing.
Under her gentle touch He forgot he was unhappy and worn out.
Filled with her voice, He forgot He didn’t know where to go. He just knew He wanted to stay by her side to let her make him happy.
He could not remember a time without her. She was the sole reason why He was breathing, the only motive why the entire universe was pulsing with life.
The days went by and He forgot why He had arrived in Goor. He forgot the faces of those He had loved and hated.
He forgot the vow He had spoken when He was knighted.
He forgot his own name.
Sometimes while He was swimming into the sea, looking for some shells for Elialnerai, He felt there was something He should remember. He could feel the shadow of a shadow of a shallow old memory, but it was not enough to bring it back.
Elialnearai seemed to know perfectly when to start singing again... and when she was singing the entire world would disappear and all He could think about was her.
One day He was going back to the reef and stuck a hand into his pocket to decide which one of the shells He had found was beautiful enough to be worthy of her and He felt a smooth surface under his fingers.
When He saw the egg his first thought was that something this beautiful would be the perfect gift, but something moved inside him.
“No. Anything else, but not this. This is mine. This is me,” He thought.
This new feeling shook him and he gripped the egg more firmly, letting the memories come to the surface, hurting him and making him feel alive once more. Regardless of the suffering those memories were causing him, they were his past. They were him.
For the first time, holding the egg into his hands, He ignored Elialnerai’s singing.
He started swimming toward the shore.
When Elialnerai realized He was not coming back to her, she erupted.
She started screaming and her shrieks could be heard for miles, and most of those who heard them went insane.
She summoned the spirits of the water, raised the waves and made the winds blow harder.
He tried to float long enough to fill his lungs with air and to spit the water he had just swallowed, but He was pushed back under water every time as if someone was holding him down.
Hit on the head by a piece of wood that was floating better than He, He passed out.
Modelo: Pedro Henrique Lara
Assistente 1: Rodrigo Montezano
Assistente 2:Pilar Pitaluga
Fotos: Fred Assunção
This was an alternate of the dress photo for my clone shot yesterday. I like this one too, and thought it would work well mirrored.
Bigger here.
e se poi finisse tutto quando poi tutto finirà.
e se non riuscissi a dire, fare e a baciare tutto quel che vorrei.
e se poi il mio sguardo non si posasse più su te.
e sai cosa vuol dire aprire un frigo e trovarci dentro una scritta, che come il tempo è ora ed eterna.
3 days of waterfall shooting in one of the best areas in the country for waterfalls and what do I post on the first day back?
An old Amtrak car that apparently had served as a diner at one point. The rear of the car showed evidence of being a restaurant. This is parked across the street from the old Stegmeier brewery in Wilkes-Barre Pennsylvania, which will be featured in some future photo post. Too much to go through after a 3 day trip shooting Ricketts Glen and other area falls with mcmillend (Doug McMillen) in central PA.
Strobist:
Canon 430EX at 1/2 power to left Zoom at 35mm
LumoPro LP160 at 1/1 power to left . Zoom at 85mm
Canon 430EX at 1/1 power to right Zoom at 80mm
Triggered with Cybersync
Lens: EFS 10-22
1/320 | f/7.1 | 16 mm | ISO 200
The first 430 EX was actually not necessary. I was set up to shoot a team time trial. This rider was just out doing a training run at the same time.