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Rail repair shed at Bulverhythe, East Sussex. Loved the old warped glass panes and the character the whole building has taken on over its life.
Gradually I became aware that Ali was leaning forward, peering at me from her position on the other side of the sofa. Then her eyes flickered back to the television, so I followed her gaze. And if you’ve been working non stop for the last forty odd years and were wondering (Ok, you probably weren’t, but run with it) whether daytime TV had improved since Eamonn Holmes was a fresh faced tea boy in the staff canteen, well, erm no, things are no better in today’s balm of mediocrity on the screen in the corner of the living room. It seemed that the latest piece of breakfast attention deficit filler had caught Ali’s attention. A crack team of hungover students with no essays to hand in until next Tuesday had apparently used the latest artificial intelligence software to create a portrait of what they declared to be the archetypal love rat. Quite how they’d done this was of about as much interest to me as it was of use to anyone else in the world, but what did rather surprise me was that the picture on the screen could have been my twin brother. Ok, perhaps my twenty years younger twin brother, but the resemblance was quite striking.
Whether this bombshell was about to change Ali’s view on our relationship remained to be discovered, so I shrunk ever so slightly in my half of the sofa and went back to examining the 3D map of the south west coast of Ireland on Google Earth, looking for interesting sea stacks in remote places. Just as all love rats surely do - in their coffee stained pyjamas at eleven in the morning. Sometimes it’s more than enough work maintaining one significant other in your life. All of that deceit seems like an awful lot of effort to me. I’d fall at the first hurdle and get my burner phones mixed up. And frankly, when you get to an age of ahem cough, you’re lucky to have one person out there who still loves you. Well she says she does anyway. Even though she’s had a tracker fitted to my car now. I consoled myself in the knowledge that half the men in the country of my current demographic look very similar to me. Quite frankly I have neither the energy nor the guile to enter a life of duplicity, so I reassured her that there was no need for alarm. At least not until the day Louise Redknapp comes knocking on the front door asking whether anyone in the house can teach her about seascape photography, that is.
So in the full knowledge that my car was under hourly surveillance, I headed out in my other vehicle, a low slung rakish sports model with a soft top, I mean an elderly red mud spattered van, and set off for the woods. It was a perfect day for the woods. Not much chance of bumping into anyone there today - I’m really not helping myself here am I? - but with a soft misty rain filling the still grey sky, here was an opportunity to try the contents of the package that had landed on the doorstep while we were on holiday in Menorca. And if you’re still dwelling on the first paragraph, no it wasn’t a bucket of Lynx Africa, guaranteed to make angels fall from the sky. It was a new filter that I’d decided to add to the armoury to try on a grungy day in the forest. With a firm intention not to meet anyone at all - including unattached ladies - I arrived at an almost completely deserted Ladock Wood, a few miles on the other side of Truro, nodded to an elderly man who appeared to have forgotten what he was doing here, said hello to a couple walking back towards the car park in the company of a very nervous looking poodle, and disappeared into the canopy, where I saw not a single soul for more than two hours.
If any wandering female with amorous intentions had decided this was the place for an assignation with a tall dark and handsome stranger, she’d have been disappointed to discover the only person in the forest was a short, balding middle aged love rat-alike, wearing a pair of sludge covered wellies, looking confused and ferreting about his backpack only to produce a circular piece of smoked glass instead of a bunch of red roses and vouchers for an all you can eat breakfast at Smokey Joe’s. She might have been equally dismayed to discover that instead of angels falling, his “bouquet” was rather more likely to have them turning pale and passing out. I think it’s fair to surmise that this wasn’t really the place for funny business. Not unless you count standing in the rain taking pictures of trees as funny business that is.
So hopefully you’re now assured that despite looking like several male members of the cast of Eastenders, which last time I watched it appeared to be a love rat merry go round, I’m not really the type for furtive shenanigans in the forest. At least not unless Louise Redknapp suddenly makes an appearance wielding a bag full of camera equipment and demanding tuition, which I accept is quite unlikely. It was difficult enough trying to find the stand of Alder trees that had caught my eye three years ago. When I did eventually stumble across them, I discounted them almost immediately. But I did like this grouping. The black mist filter did too. I wonder if those boozy science students have ever tried to create an AI photofit of an oddball in the woods. I’d probably look like him too. Mind you, don’t all photo fits look a bit like the oddball in the woods rather than the ageing Lothario?
The classic cars start to come out in early summer. Here's a Morris Minor 1000 - over 60 years old, Designed by the brilliant Alec Issigonis who later gave us a little car he called 'the Mini'...
the rest is history
A portion of wrinkled skin on a person over 60’s hand Quite scary when captured with a macro lens HMM!
Couple sharing a quiet moment before dawn, in a rusting car, in front of a dilapidated, beachfront apartment building in Baracoa, Cuba. The apartments were put into service in the late 1990's.
These wine glasses, comprising of pewter and glass, were used by my family, to toast Christmas, for many years.
When my parents passed away, they were left to me in their will.
Unfortunately one got broken yesterday, hence the uneven arrangement.
I have also spent some time trying to polish them, but not really to my utmost satisfaction.
Nevertheless, they will always remain a special possession.
Commonly known as moth orchids, is a genus of about seventy species of orchids in the family orchid. Orchids in this genus are monopodial epiphytes or lithophytes with long, coarse roots, short, leafy stems and long-lasting, flat flowers arranged in a flowering stem that often branches near the end. Orchids in this genus are native to India, China, Southeast Asia, New Guinea and Australia with the majority in Indonesia and the Philippines. A few to many, small to large, long-lasting, flat, often fragrant flowers are arranged on erect to hanging racemes or panicles. The sepals and petals are free from and spread widely apart from each other. The lateral sepals are usually larger than the dorsal sepal and the petals much wider than the sepals. The labellum is joined stiffly to the column and has three lobes. The side lobes are erect and more or less parallel to each other and the middle lobe sometimes has a pair of appendages or antennae. R_7109
This little sweetie is no longer up for long walks, but since she really enjoys being outdoors her owner wheels her around Old Town in a comfortable baby carriage.
" Aging can be fun if you lay back and enjoy it."
- - Clint Eastwood
Better viewed LARGE.
a first attemp at using textures...look forward to feedback and suggestions
Picture of an old woman who seemed to be lost in prayer at the Hemis Monastery in Ladakh
Textures used -
Nepalese Crinkled Paper by Ol' wizard
Vintage Background For Portraits by Andrea Rascaglia
Special thanks to the Textures for Layers group for all their amazing textures and information.
...and here i'd also like to say thanks to Shirren, the Urban Angel...my new flickr friend...
she deserves all the credit for getting me started on textures...its amazing how a few words of encouragement and support make you discover capabilities and try new things...
See this image and the entire collection on a black background, visit the new CoSurvivor website.
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© 2010 Cosurvivor ~ / Rohit
_K018687_HDR copy_Nik_DxO5..
ON1 PhotoRaw has (at last?) made it to the point where I can be confident in the results that I can achieve with it.
It's been a journey of a few years now and with the latest '2022 build - HDR's, and Pano's just 'work' having NoNoise built in streamlines workflow and achieves similar results to what I've been getting with other software.
For single image workflow I'm still starting and finishing with DxO PhotoLab. But ON1 is a great replacement for my now ageing Lightroom 6.14 (stopped paying for 'that brand' after they stopped letting us just 'buy' software).
With HDR and Pano I'll start in ON1 now and finish off in DxO.
Now for the hieroglyphics at the start of this little rant, as a part of my workflow, on export I set the suites to add nameing data allowing me to follow which path I'd taken to get there - I have the attention span of a goldfish so this really helps out.
For this image I can see that it's a Pentax K1 file (always a .dng) that has been HDR blended in ON1 then exported to Nik ColorEfexPro via DxO PhotoLab5 from which it journeyed back to DxO PhotoLab5 and ended up the jpeg we're seeing.
Pentax K1 w DFA15-30/2.8 f11 and f/13 ISO 100 -0.7 and -2.0ev
Kiama Harbour June '21
An ageing remnant of a simpler time, one that was clearly more peaceful than today.
Best viewed LARGE
This is a jetty at Shoeburyness in Essesx. I believe it was constructed during world war 2 and juts over 1 mile into the mouth of the Thames Estuary. This was designed to prevent an attack up the river from the sea.
Due to General non interest in my postings reflected in viewing Figs and Rocky's Health problems I'll not be posting for a while. .
The ageing superhero in me is tired
Because he's lived too fast for too long
and he still longs to be inspired.
-Newton Faulkner
It was quite spooky as I finished my photoshoot of the old Plymouth at Port Motors in Ormondville. I was just about to walk away when suddenly the cars radio blared into life, the interior light came on as did the headlights and park lights and the shell of the car shook as bits of ageing rust dropped to the ground! I suddenly had visions of the evil car from the 1983 Stephen King horror movie "Christine' which also featured a Plymouth..... time to get gone I thought!
Something a little different to finish off this set!
© Dominic Scott 2021
Ageing Without Clause
Harbouring few views is the one you see, your loungeroom furniture threadbare like the lawn you
look out at, your tilting naval-ship wallpaper as disorientating as the pale ceiling-ed sky, those masts
and chimney stacks background behind the wire
baskets that hold your things, the knickknacks and souvenirs, the incidentals so that you wonder if your weeping eye can unstick its barnacle gaze, smelted against a crystal-love that has surely
disturbed the rain. You listen for the shrill call of plovers, sigh as you
fight against long seconds, your children teetering
in you like a shiver, their incandescent selves glowing like a hologram. And pillow-hardened, tooth-ground,
you don’t speak of wanting—when once you would
have mentioned so much now there’s nothing you
know, except that uncertainty parades, pure and unmitigated, swirling at your feet.
photos in response to a poem
from the wonderful sj finn
set of 10 photos : here