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Yesterday I took my old camera and old lens to wander around in the rain. The maple trees that were here grow tall and too close to the house. But for now we won’t have to make a decision.
Shooting in RAW allows for a lot of mistakes. Mostly, however, this is about as shot.
Preparing for tomorrows Macro Mondays Theme ........it was securely set up..........Then Accidents Happen !
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Merci et à bientôt.
PETER:
Heeeeelp Scout, Oleg !!! My legs are twisted. I can not move. Oh no .... Cuddly bear fell out of his doll pram. He is crying!
OLEG:
Is everything OK?
PETER:
I don't know, but, Cuddly bear is crying. Maybe you can ask Nurse Scout to help.
OLEG:
I do not hear him crying.
PETER:
Then you need a hearing aid.
OLEG: I'll take care of Cuddly Bear and ask Nurse Scout to come over. But don't forget she's busy with Caramel babybear. You try to get up again.
PETER:
I'm going to try it Oleg. You were right. The stilts are not stable. I really want to go for a walk with Nurse Scout with our baby bears (looks sad).
I love you soooo much nurse Scout!
Ik hou zoooo veel van je verpleegster Scout!
OLEG:
We'll find a solution Peter, don't be sad.
Now that the weather is not as extreme, taking out my dslr again, and oops! But I like this accident - gives the crow a sense of mystery.
Amaneciendo desde la desembocadura del río Yumbel en el estrecho de Magallanes (península Brunswick).
"En el ángulo SO del Canal Magdalena se yergue el Monte Sarmiento, accidente el más conspicuo y espléndido de estas regiones. Surge abruptamente del mar hasta una elevación de 7.000 pies y termina en dos picos agudos, que parecen llegar al cielo, tan majestuosa resulta la montaña cuando uno se acerca a su base. Dos tercios de su altura están cubiertos de nieve, y por su ladera descienden dos enormes ventisqueros hasta las profundas aguas azules del mar a sus pies. Cuando brilla el sol la vista que ofrece es magnífica e imponente". Relato del teniente T. Graves en "Viajes del Adventure y el Beagle", mayo de 1829.
Región de Magallanes, Patagonia, Chile.
Avui, una tórtora a xocat contra la finestra, suposem que perseguida per una altra au, deixant la seva silueta marcada al vidre.
My vlog of this one is up now youtu.be/VOVVdc-sH-c I find photographing snow very tricky. Sometimes I just cannot find a composition in all the chaos. This image was almost shot by accident. I had decided that this tree in the middle of the image was going to be my focal point but the first couple of shots looked dull on the camera's screen. Then all of a sudden this light started to pour through the trees and changed everything. I decided not to recompose as I liked the contrast of the darker side of the woods to the light on either side of the image. Photographed at Forgandenny in Perthshire, Scotland.
I was drawing the curtains when I accidentally broke off one of the flowers from my amaryllis plant. I didn't want to throw it away so I put it in one of my little "casualty" pots, where it bloomed happily for just as long as if it had still been attached to the main stem - HMBT!
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De wegwerpplastic vork is vertrapt
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Lors du meeting aérien de Melun Villaroche, un Beech 18 s'est écrasé lors du décollage non loin du public. Heureusement aucun blessé grave n'est à regretter.
I only noticed once I was editing the photo but this bird only has one leg! Is he hiding the other one or did he have an unfortunate accident?
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera right. Reflector camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
The military truck was a good four vehicles ahead of us when it swerved and hit the center island barrier (this way while I was on my way back to Singapore from Malacca). Two soldiers were tossed to the other lane and luckily they were not hit by oncoming cars. The driver (above) had wounds all over, and another soldier lies pinned under the truck. My limo driver had to stop and help the injured; I took a few shots of the scene. My prayers to those who were injured; hopefully, everyone made it.
Life is too fleeting, live it to the fullest..
It was an accidental click on my GF2 touchscreen I guess. But I love this angle! :)
Accident sometimes can be a blessing~
Irurtzun, Navarra, Spain
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Mummy in a helmet but not the kids! No, she loves her children. It is just that she, like many Delhites, do not understand the importance of safety precautions. The lady is wearing a helmet because it is illegal to ride a bike otherwise. If she was alert to the safety issues all these delicate darlings would have been helmeted.
Now think what would happen if this happy family meets an accident?