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A splash of water ought to do it. It's getting harder and harder to wake up in this cold weather. ;p Inspired by the many cool cookie splash pictures in flickr. I got this on my first shot and it was supposed to be a test shot because I was going to use milk. Ended liking this a lot so I gave up on the milk - at least I don't have to clean it up.
Bonus to anyone who can guess what I threw into the cup to make the splash. Hehe.
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Okay answer time: it was a hard boiled egg! clementqc got it right!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5oDLSXMtdM
Wake Up
Song by Rage Against Power Machines and Rage Against the Machine
Lyrics
Come on
Come on, although you try to discredit
You'll still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standing with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double, I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give you a dose
But it will never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocricy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks got bullets in their heads
Departments of police (what?) the judges (what?) the feds
Networks at work, keeping people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
Yeah
Yeah, back in this
With poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lacking that finesse
Who I got to, who I got to do to wake you up?
To shake you up, to break the structure up
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like taking photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step and left a bomb upon the fascists
Yeah, the several federal man
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
You better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20-20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work keeping people calm
You know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head?
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
How long? Not long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow
If for a moment we ever forgot that we were in an Islamic country, it wasn’t usually for very long. And a number of things involving the number five were always on hand to remind us what faith most of the locals follow here. A study of the map told me there were five mosques nearby, in which the people lay prostrate and facing in an easterly direction five times a day. And every morning before sunrise at five o’clock, not so long after the last remaining drunks had staggered off to bed and the Nubian Village Resort next door had finally switched off its poolside stereo, the Muezzin at the nearest seat of worship began the first call to prayers of the new day. A curious place where worlds collide; a place where the deeply devout meets the disorderly and dissolute. Mellow, haunting and guttural, his low bass notes would wash across the empty silence, creeping in beneath the front door of our apartment. It was a beautiful and unworldly sound to a westerner who’d never been anywhere like this before, and in each of the first three mornings I was stirred from my sleep by his song.
When the other four calls came each day, the Muezzin would be competing with the holiday resorts in this Babel-like cocktail of sounds. By late morning it was not at all unusual to hear him chanting mournfully in my right ear, while La Macarena drowned the senses from the left. On one occasion I thought he was singing the chorus to Vienna by Ultravox, but I must have been mistaken. It seemed pretty unlikely that he’d have added European smash hits of the eighties to his repertoire. Just occasionally, in that delightfully peaceful period that started around sunset each day when the animations crew left their stations at the active pool and headed off for supper, I might catch the odd strain across the fading glow, but apart from that he was fighting a losing battle from where we were stationed in our resort. It was only at five in the morning that the stage was his alone.
On the third morning I set the first of a series of early alarms. Ok, so I set it incorrectly - I don’t usually have much call for morning alarms these days - but at least our local Muezzin was there on hand to correct my oversight with a wake up call of his own. For a moment I lay awake, listening to the holy man at his devotions, and then I dozed off again. I awoke once more just before quarter past six and leapt out of bed, quietly cursing myself as I did so. A little over fifteen minutes until sunrise. I peered through the curtains at a colourful morning sky. The Muezzin must see every single sunrise Tiran Island and the Gulf of Aqaba has to offer. At least I’d prepared the camera bag in advance. Five minutes later, I was on the path down towards the beach, where I found a vantage point that I would return to for a further three sunrises later in the holiday. A table under a parasol, the ensemble completed with two plastic chairs. And a lot of mosquitoes. I should have worn my jeans. And socks. With no time to spare, and a casual disregard of the fact that I was about to become the breakfast buffet for the local insect population, I planted my dainty little mini tripod on the wall and pulled up in one of the chairs beside it. Easy pickings with more time, but for now it was a race against the clock. None of that languorous blue hour business here - the sun comes up as if it’s been catapulted over the horizon by giants, and it’s not long at all before the textures and patterns in the sky are whitewashed away in a wall of blinding light. I’d surely get it wrong before things would start to make sense.
Actually, this is the very first shot I took in Egypt. Whether it's actually of Egypt is another question though. The first formative exposure of Tiran Island, an appealing lump on the horizon, its nationality a cause for discussion as far as I could tell. I'd read some sources that told me it was under the flag of Saudi Arabia, but the local Egyptians don't see it that way. Later, a fellow traveller lounging within earshot on his poolside sunbed asked the waiter about this. “It's Egyptian,” came the reply. I decided it was best not to get involved. Whichever country it belonged to, it was a fine subject for a sunrise shoot, and thanks to the unknown Muezzin I'd just about managed to get there in time for sunrise. It brings a whole new meaning to a dawn chorus.
Boat wake on the Nornalup Inlet, Walpole-Nornalup National Park, Western Australia.
24-70mm F1.8-2.8
70mm; 1/500 sec; f/5.6; ISO 125
While in the backyard shooting Baltimore Orioles, this Ruby-throated male hummingbird suddenly made an appearance. Unfortunately I was not setup for a wing shot that was moving like these little fellows do. Sometimes we simply have to go for it. Wishing all a great weekend.
A fantastic day going up my favourite mountain on the mainland, Liathach. The Eastern top of Stuc a Choire Dhuibh Bhig provides a fantastic panoramic viewpoint. The ridge of Liathach always holds my attention though, as the light plays across it's slopes. This was my first ever summer ascent, and was sooooo hot . Wake up sunshine is by Chicago.
The winds, the sea, and the moving tides are what they are. If there is wonder and beauty and majesty in them, science will discover these qualities... If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry. Rachel Carson (May 27, 1907 – April 14, 1964)
Here we get down low by the shaded shoreline to catch the wake wave from the passing boat. As I mentioned in my previous photo the feature here is the texture of the water's surface and the gradation of light. [Must be enlarged.]
A Useful Antidote:
I thought I'd share this short video with you today. I think you'll find it very useful if you take a few minutes to watch. We must always remember that when people talk about finding an individual "style" that we actually do find our OWN style and not try to mimic that of someone else. And as John Kasko says here, do not be intimidated by irrelevant photo critiques. Set yourself a project and carry it through to the end.
Some photo critiques are just pure bullsh**
This lioness had three small cubs. This was the most rambunctious of the trio.
Taken in Masai Mara, Kenya
Cuando estás dormido y pasa esto, pues te despiertas, ohhh ohhh ohhh !!!
Early in the morning when trapped down the cliffs and happened this, for sure you wake up ...
Better on L.
,-)
It's going to be going to be a grey cold cloudy week so something to remind me sunnier days will be here soon. I need to get some more painting done and start to think about planning some prints for my exhibition. I still have more conservation supervision to do , so lots goingon . Wake up sunshine is by Chicago.
I don't see too many sunrises because I sleep in late. Just happened to wake up and see the beautiful light outside. And my camera was all set up on the tripod. Not too bad for a half asleep attempt