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"Be not afraid of going slowly. Be afraid only of standing still." Asian Proverb.
After photographing the Tokyo skyline from the island of Odaiba, I had to return to the city using the automatic train of the Yurikamome line. I had seen photos similar to this one of this and other trains in cities like Singapore or Taipei, but never tried any. This time I did not want to pass up the opportunity to get a very different image to what I usually do.
I had to wait for a couple of trains filled with people before, and "third time lucky", I had the front of the train for me alone. There was no time to lose, as the best photos are achieved when the train is passing under the tunnels. After several failed attempts, I finally got the image you see and with which I was really satisfied. To do this, we have to open the diaphragm and use speeds around 1 second to get the best results, although it depends on many factors such as the speed of the train itself. Not having something like a lenskirt, I had to prop the lens hood against the glass and cover the sides where the light came in with my hands, thus avoiding the lights from inside the train that caused horrible reflections and ruined the shot. One of the things I love most about photography is that, little by little, new things are always being learned.
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"No tengas miedo de ir despacio. Ten miedo solo de quedarte quieto." Proverbio Asiático.
Después de fotografiar el skyline de Tokyo desde la isla de Odaiba, tenía que volver a la ciudad usando el tren sin conductor de la línea Yurikamome. Había visto fotos parecidas a ésta de este y de otros trenes en ciudades como Singapur o Taipei, pero nunca había intentado ninguna. Esta vez no quería dejar pasar la oportunidad de conseguir una imagen muy diferente a lo que suelo hacer.
Tuve que esperar a que pasaran un par de trenes llenos de gente antes, y a la tercera fue la vencida, tenía la parte delantera del tren para mí solo. No había tiempo que perder, ya que las mejores fotos se consiguen cuando se está pasando bajo los túneles. Después de varios intentos fallidos, por fin conseguí la imagen que veis y con la que quedé realmente satisfecho. Para realizarla hay que abrir el diafragma y usar velocidades entorno a 1 segundo son las que dan para mí los mejores resultados, aunque depende de muchos factores como de la velocidad del propio tren. Al no tener algo como una "lenskirt", tuve que apoyar el parasol contra el cristal y cubrir los laterales por los que entraba la luz con las manos, consiguiendo así evitar las luces del interior del tren que provocaban reflejos horribles y arruinaban la toma. Una de las cosas que más amo de la fotografía es que aunque sea poco a poco, siempre se están aprendiendo cosas nuevas.
In several places in the Azores, I encountered feral domestic chickens. On the Island of Terceira, this young hen in the nature park on Mount Brasil didn’t seem to have a fear of humans. She came right up to me unlike many of the other chickens in the park.. The were lots of chickens and some Guinea fowl on Monte Brasil.
No crafted composition here, I'm afraid, just a full-on 'portrait' of a monster couple of peaks lovingly lit by a retiring sun.
I suppose it's now fair to concede that the last two winters were more than just a little rewarding, beyond the norm.
Unfortunately, it's a human weakness to assume whatever is 'current' to be the new normal. Mother Nature always trips you up in this respect; the portents from November's sublime week being just the opposite of what we were all hoping for.
be very afraid.
She's 3 and she's not afraid to use it.
reminds me of this: www.flickr.com/photos/diyosa/817994509/ I should process it the same.
Are you afraid of the dark?
Spiders?
Are you afraid of death?
To the life?
To love?
Shout to the world your deepest fears,
and break your chains.
Not afraid of working upside down, this Hairy Woodpecker is busy feeding on this dead limb. Similar to the Downy Woodpecker, the Hairy Woodpecker is slightly larger with a longer bill and some subtle colouration differences.
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NEX-6 + Lenkinap OKC1-22-1 22/2.8 cine lens
When you love, you afraid of losing.
When you fear of losing, you lose.
When you lose, you afraid to love.
Kun rakastaa, pelkää menettävänsä.
Kun pelkää menettävänsä, menettää.
Kun menettää, pelkää rakastaa.
[Fheannag (fyann-ag) Scots Gaelic word for Rook]
At Girvan Beach, last day of 2017.
It was a stormy, windy day, and here, a slight lull in the incessant downpours saw a whole parliament of these critters appear next to my car - hoping for juicy morsels, no doubt. Short shrift, I’m afraid...
While I’ve always thought of crows and rooks as being a wee bit sneaky, dirty and opportunistic (never one to anthropomorphise...) with a whole host of negative connotations, I understand they are very intelligent. Coupled with this, their feathers aren’t just mat black, but in turn purple, indigo, green and blue. Well, on these merits, I decided to include this guy in my photo stream. Also because he was quirky, comedic and a right wee chancer!
Girvan Beach,
SW Scotland
Thanks to Tanya Kostina for help in distinguishing the Rook from the Crow.
Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke
Then we could all just laugh until I cry
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I took a little vacation last month and photographed in the everglades (FL) this gorg crocodile. it was so cool to me to see how relaxed they were regarding of tourism around them. having said that, this is what inspired this creation.
My life in constantly changing and soon major changes are happening!!! this photo represents my feelings. The unknown is what we as humans fear the most. I am not afraid, just excited about the future.
Sometime around 6am this morning I was lying on my left side, in my bed, in a slip and men's pyjama pants. Facing my bedroom door, my arms loosely circling myself. I wasn't conscious. Not completely anyway.
I heard a knock on my back door. The caller did not wait for me to let them in.
He walked through my bathroom and into my bedroom and stood over my bed, in the half-darkness, speaking to me, though the words were incomprehensible. I was afraid. He was menacing, threatening.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I wanted to move; I wanted to climb out of bed and run, but I couldn't. I couldn't even open my eyes to clearly see the intruder. He continued speaking in a muffled voice like someone talking through water or glass.
I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. It was all I could do to make any noise at all. Everything was still a blur. His figure loomed next to my bed and all I could do was gasp and I started to hyperventilate. I tried to move, tried to breath, tried to force sound from throat in any way possible.
I managed to finally open my eyes, and I swore that the figure was still there. I was sure I was not alone. I gasped, whimpered, I wanted to cry, but I was breathing too hard for anything but silent, fast air to come out.
I rolled on my back. I cursed myself, cursed this vision, this illusion. I checked the time and tried quietly to pretend none of this had happened. That there was no one in my room, my home.