The church incorporates in its chancel arch masonry dating from c.1200. To this early building a south aisle and south chapel were added in the earlier 13th century; the chancel may also have been lengthened at this time. By the early 19th century a south porch and west tower, constructed of timber, had been added. Restoration of the church took place in 1854-5 under the direction of T.H. Wyatt, when the external walls were rebuilt. In 1933 the south chapel was extended eastwards and an aisle was added to the northern side of the church.

St. Andrew's Church was a chapelry within Downton ecclesiastical parish until 1915 when it was annexed to Odstock parish. Arguments by the inhabitants of Nunton and Bodenham that the church should be detached from Downton parish had arisen since the latter half of the 16th century; at numerous points in the 17th to 19th centuries the scarcity of services was noted.

In 1553 there were three bells, which remain in the church today. Parish registers date from 1672; baptism registers from this date to 1906 are held at the Wiltshire & Swindon History Centre in Chippenham, as are marriage registers from 2000, with a brief gap between 1764 and 1759. Burial registers held at the Centre date from 1672 to 1965. Later registers than those cited here remain with the church.

Chloris chloris

Martin Mere WWT

STAND BY ME. (Ultimate Mix, 2020) - John Lennon (official music video HD)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqB8Dm65X18&list=RDYqB8Dm65X1...

Life is slippery. Here, take my hand.

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

The world is ours if we want it, we can take it, if you just take my hand

Demi Lovato

Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear

Jon Bon Jovi

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

William Shakespeare

Selfishness is not living your life as you wish to live it. Selfishness is wanting others to live their lives as you wish them to.

Oscar Wilde

The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.

George Bernard Shaw

Don't lose faith. Promise yourself that you will be a success story, and I promise you that all the forces of the universe will unite to come to your aid; you might not feel today or for a while, but the longer you wait the bigger the prize.

George Bernard Shaw

With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, and stay safe! ❤️❤️❤️

In the low afternoon light. There seem to be a minor argument going on...

From Sis' archives

I miss the Methow.

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'Here Comes the Argument'

Camera: Mamiya RB67

Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90

Film: Kodak Tri-X; x-03/1977; 50iso

Process: HC-110; 1+90; 18min

Methow Wildlife Area, Washington

May 2020

There was one subject on which we were unanimous. No arguments whatsoever on this one. From the moment Lee shared a black and white beauty he’d found in these pages, the deal was done. Whatever else we came here to take pictures of, the little bent tree in the wilderness was going to be one of them. At least assuming we could actually find it, that was. All we were certain about was that it was on Dartmoor, and that none of us had seen it on our travels. And although there are a number of very compelling images of it on this platform, none of you was very forthcoming about how to find it. A well guarded secret. And with nine hundred and fifty-four square kilometres of national park to explore, simply happening across it was about as likely as picking the correct numbers for the National Lottery. We needed somebody to tell us where it was. But it didn’t stop us digging. Dave managed to find an article that convinced us he’d narrowed it down to a few sprawling hectares.

It so happened that the author of Lee’s discovery was one of my regular contacts, so I messaged her and asked if she remembered where it was. But as an overseas visitor who’d been chauffeured around the moors for a couple of days, she had no idea. Perhaps she had been sworn to silence. I suspected I knew who’d shown it to her, so I asked him next. “Ah yes you won’t find that on your own. I’ll come along and show you where it is.” Nick’s wealth of Dartmoor inside intelligence seemed to be matched only by his stellar photographic talents and his generosity of spirit. We arranged to meet up with him during our visit, and he sent me details of where I’d need to park. I recognised the screenshot from Google Maps straight away. It seemed Dave’s hunch wasn’t too far from the mark.

In the event, although Nick was able to join us earlier in the day to share another of his secret locations (more of that in another tale), he had to dash off before the afternoon took hold. A good job I’d also arranged to meet another local photographer in the shape of Carl, who spent the day with us traipsing around the moors. It turned out that Carl had also asked Nick for the keys to the kingdom, and having been granted the freedom of the moors, he’d already visited the tree once before. He was keen to return to the scene for another mission. And so after lunch, we headed off towards what would be the final location of the day.

Even though we now knew roughly where the tree was, it was a good job we had a guide. Because standing here at the edge of the car park, it might have well as been on Exmoor for all we could see. Stick a pin in the huge rambling rock strewn green landscape and hope for the best. It was far away enough to deter visitors, its anonymous location protected by an enchantment of bogs and streams in a terrain where only welly boots would take the stubborn few. With a good set of binoculars we might have been able to see it from the top of the rise beyond the car park, but even as we approached the crag upon which the dwarfish hawthorn tree sat, it wasn’t entirely obvious as to exactly where it was. But then we spotted it, clinging to the edge of an expanse of granite tor, tiny and twisting towards us, changing shape from every angle. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. “Three ways to shoot it,” Nick had said to me conspiratorially. I hoped to find a fourth.

And here is (maybe) that fourth point of view, the small hunched shape leaning forward, her long locks flowing behind her as she careers down the slope. “I don’t know whether it’s a witch or a skier,” wrote one of my faithful correspondents when I shared this first image on another platform. “Maybe it’s both,” I replied. I don’t know anything about skiing, but “knees bent, lean forward and brace for impact” seem to fit the bill here.

I never did discover the three ways - I found two others that I liked a lot, and three more that I wasn’t so keen on. Excuse me if I’ve been a bit vague about exactly where it is - but seeing as I was entrusted with treasured information and I’m hoping my friends across the river are going to let me in on the inside track again next time I visit, well you know how it is - got to keep the Cornwall and Devon entente going you know. What a beauty she is though, even if finding her was like searching for a very small needle in a city made of haystacks. With such outlandish beauty, she deserves that veil of anonymity.

WICCA'S ORGINALS

Tonya Outfit @ Black Fair // July 4 - 18

Maitreya, Hourglass, Freya, HUD: 10 Colors & 6 Metals It is sold as outfit (top & skirt) and as well the top can be purchased single.

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Trix @ The Liaison Collaborative

Trix Eyemakeup in 15 Colours

Trix Lips in 21 Colours and 2 fits

Hat and Eyepatch from *Gothic Officer* outfit by L'Emporio,

Maitreya Body, Catwa Kimberly Head, Skin by Essences, Eyes by Core

Blog for links to Mainstores and Events

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A rather heated argument at the feeder.

Sigma 150-500 f5-6.3 lens on a Canon EOS 5D Mark II. Cropped in Lightroom Classic and resized for Flickr.

Thank you for visiting my little space here on Flickr.

After the argument, the male positions himself a little to one side and looks away, a little annoyed. The female relaxes and shows wonderfully how smoothly she can contort herself.

Nach dem Streit positioniert sich das Männchen etwas abseits und schaut leicht genervt weg. Das Weibchen entspannt sich und zeigt wie wunderbar geschmeidig es sich verrenken kann.

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Y la idea principal de Schopenhauer es que no podemos decidir libremente... Esto se puede demostrar mediante un ejemplo sencillo. Si me dispongo a pedir un plato en un restaurante, soy libre de elegir lo que más me guste dentro de las alternativas que me ofrezca el menú. Pero no soy libre de elegir qué es lo que más me gusta. No puedo decirme a mí mismo: “Hasta ahora, siempre he odiado las espinacas, pero hoy me van a gustar.” No puedo decirme a mí mismo: “¿He de decidir que me apetece pescado o he de decidir que me apetece pollo?” Lo que me apetece, lo que me gusta o lo que detesto, no es algo que éste bajo mi control. No son cosas que yo pueda elegir: me vienen dadas y hago mi elección partiendo de esa base. Puedo elegir qué es lo que quiero elegir, pero no puedo querer que es lo que quiero elegir. Como se suele decir, puedo elegir lo que quiero pero no puedo querer lo que quiero.

(...) El mejor modo de comprender lo que esto significa es analizar el caso contrario. Si yo le dijera al camarero: “Pensándolo bien lo que verdaderamente me apetece es una chuleta de cordero, pero por favor, tráigame un lenguado”, tanto él como mis compañeros creerían que había perdido el juicio. Y tendrían razón: la racionalidad es estas situaciones consiste en actuar de acuerdo con el resultado de todas las consideraciones. No hacerlo es excéntrico y anormal, “libre” ciertamente (si se quiere), pero no en un sentido deseable.

Schopenhauer niega que poseamos libre albedrío en este sentido. (...) Cada uno de nosotros tiene el carácter, el temperamento y la personalidad que tiene, con todas sus complejidades y puntos débiles, y cada uno de nosotros, puede reaccionar en un conjunto dado de circunstancias, con un conjunto dado de motivos, sólo de una forma.

(...) Dado que Schopenhauer niega que tengamos libre albedrío piensa que preguntas como “¿Cómo debemos vivir?” o “¿A qué he de aspirar?” son equivocadas, y que no existen respuestas del tipo de las que buscan quienes las formulan. Lo que elegimos hacer no es en sí nada que podamos elegir. Dado que “deber” implica lógicamente “poder” es falso decir que debemos hacer algo si no podemos hacerlo, y por lo tanto, si no podemos elegir qué motivos van a determinar nuestras acciones, es falso decir que “debemos” hacer una cosa y no otra. (...) (D)ado que el arranque definitivo de nuestras decisiones y de nuestras acciones está tan oculto de nosotros, no sabemos cuál va a ser en ocasiones futuras. Tomamos decisiones, por supuesto, pero a veces las ignoramos, y no es raro que nos sorprendamos ante lo que de pronto decidimos o hacemos. Esta ignorancia e inseguridad ayuda a crear la ilusión de que nuestro futuro es “abierto” y esto a su vez alimenta la ilusión de libertad. Segunda: casi todos nosotros hemos crecido en culturas que desde tiempo inmemoriales han presentado la ética como si estuviera vinculada a la religión. Todas las religiones tienen sus leyes morales, sus múltiples “debes” o “no debes”; y precisamente porque deber implica poder, nos ha inculcado desde la niñez la ilusión de libertad.

(...) Schopenhauer... Comienza tratando de investigar el comportamiento humano sin ninguna idea previa sobre lo que “deben” hacer las personas, observando en vez de ello lo que de hecho hacen, y en particular qué tipo de motivos funcionan como causas de sus acciones. Su investigación le conduce a la conclusión de que las fuentes de lo que tradicionalmente ha sido considerado comportamiento “moral” resultan ser, en un análisis detenido, de interés personal, y por lo tanto no pueden ser consideradas morales en un sentido positivo, ni en ningún otro sentido. Los motivos principales de la obediencia a las leyes de la religión y a las autoridades seculares no incluyen sentimientos morales, si los examinamos detenidamente. (...) “Muchos se maravillarían al ver de qué se compone su conciencia, que les parece tan espléndida: aproximadamente de un quinto temor de los hombres, un quinto de temor religioso, un quinto de prejuicios, un quinto de vanidad y un quinto de costumbre. De tal manera que, en el fondo, no son mejores que aquel inglés que decía: “Mantener una conciencia es demasiado caro para mí.”

Schopenhauer insiste especialmente en que los motivos de acción que la tradición judeocristiana considera más positivos moralmente, el miedo a Dios y la esperanza de un premio en la vida después de la muerte, son deliberadamente egoístas, y cuanto más segura sea la fe religiosa en la que se apoyan, más egoístas son. Es como si admiráramos a un hombre que se atreviera a invertir mil libras en un negocio aparentemente desinteresado cuando en realidad lo hace porque cree que su inversión le será devuelta multiplicada por mil.

(...) Schopenhauer nunca sugiere que las personas se comporten moralmente porque posean una comprensión teórica correcta de lo que efectivamente sucede. Por el contrario, dado que no podemos decidir lo que vamos a desear (cita en muchas ocasiones la frase de Séneca velle nom discitur: “la voluntad no puede enseñarse”) y dado que es la voluntad lo que gobierna nuestro comportamiento.(...) “La virtud no puede nacer sino del conocimiento intuitivo que nos revela en los demás la misma esencia que en nosotros. (...) (H)acer a un hombre virtuoso, como todos los tratados de estética lo han sido, desde Aristóteles acá, para hacer poetas. (...) (E)s decir, sobre la bondad de las intenciones, los dogmas abstractos carecen de eficacia prácticamente; los falsos no la perturban, y los verdaderos no la estimulan”.

(P)or lo mismo, (...) no puede aprenderse, sino que se revela por sí mismo, (en) los actos, a la conducta, a la manera toda de vivir”. (...) “Por lo mismo, no necesita el santo ser un filósofo, como tampoco necesita un filósofo ser santo, así como un hombre bello no está obligado a ser un gran escultor, ni un gran escultor a ser un hombre bello. En general, es una extravagancia exigir a un moralista que no enseñe más virtudes que las que él practica”.

(...) Pero las ideas de Schopenhauer acerca del libre albedrío implican que los ciudadanos no eligen si decidirán o no obedecer la ley, como tampoco eligen si harán o no alguna otra cosa; en este como en cualquier otro tema, eligen aquello que estén más motivados a elegir.

Si los seres humanos son enteramente creación de alguna otra voluntad personal, entonces sus ámbitos y límites y sus tendencias y propensiones, incluso todas sus posibilidades, han sido conformadas por ese Otro de modos que determinan toda su naturaleza y todo su mundo. Tan estrecha y limitadamente está predeterminado nuestro ámbito que ningún individuo es libre de elegir qué tipo de ser humano ha de ser.

(...)Tal y como lo ha expresado John Hospers en un argumento que expuso sin referencia alguna a Schopenhauer: “¿En qué consistiría ser causa de mi propio carácter? Para causar mi temperamento original, antes tengo que haber existido, y para existir ya he de tener algún tipo de “temperamento original”. No puedo causarme a mí mismo a menos que exista previamente para ser esa causa. Y si existo previamente, entonces no es mi composición original lo que creo o elijo, y entonces ¿de dónde tomo los rasgos o el temperamento que me llevan a elegir la composición que elijo? Para elegir un carácter, tengo que tener previamente un carácter. La idea de que seamos la causa de nuestros temperamentos originales es, como vemos una idea contradictoria en sí misma”.

(...) Schopenhauer creía firmemente que el único objetivo supremo de vida humana que poseía validez era el aumento de nuestra comprensión del mundo (...) y creía además que la vida tenía que vivirse hacia delante y, sin embargo, sólo podía ser comprendida hacia atrás.

(Schopenhauer, págs. 208, 209, 210, 211, 212, 213, 218, 219, 220, 221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, 242 y 243) Bryan Magee

A male Rose ringed Parakeet arguing with an intruding female. Captured at Diyasaru Uyana, Thalawatugoda, Sri Lanka

When I say that I'm a "travel photographer" (which is not actually something I say a lot, but it's been mentioned), I don't mean that I fly around the world to National Geographic locations. I generally don't fly at all.*

By travel, I mean that I generally don't shoot at home. I travel (drive) to the locations I photograph.

Usually, it's about three to five hours away from where I live. And often it's just a daytrip.

Once a year, I am fortunate enough to take a month off and travel the US by car. Then, I am mostly camping, staying in hotels only when I "have" to. Usually the camping is free and in a tent. I don't like sleeping in my car.

For me, photography is how I interpret the world outside of my daily world. I don't carry a camera with me basically ever (unless I'm traveling).

I'm sure flying with big cameras and film isn't that much of a pain in the ass. And I see the draw in being able to essentially teleport ones self to your destination. It allows you to explore that destination much more thoroughly than I am usually able to. There's a great benefit to this.

But I am also a travel photographer in the sense that I photograph what I see while I'm literally traveling.

In this photo, taken looking towards Steptoe Butte in the Palouse area of eastern Washington, I literally stopped on the road, got out of the car, grabbed my RB67, and took the shot.

I don't think there's some big controversy over what is and isn't travel photography (unlike the ridiculous arguments over what is and isn't street photography), but it's at least something to think about while I'm apparently taking some sort of break.

*I've flown three times in my life - 1984, 2007, 2020. Will I ever do it again?

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'Reading No Words'

Camera: Mamiya RB67

Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm

Film: Fomapan 100

Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min

Washington

August 2022

For my Flickr friends:-)

Take your pick:-) No arguments;-)

Fifth Avenue

Hooded Crow (Corvus cornix) (also called hoodie)

Oban Bay Argyll - Scotland

Many thanks to all those who take the time to comment on my photos. It is truly appreciated.

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Macro Mondays ~ Teddy Bear

This little teddy sits in the bottom of a mug. He slowly appears as any liquid in the mug is drunk.

My grandchildren love the mug and always vie to be the first to use it. I wish I'd had two of these, so many arguments could have been prevented!

Thank you to everyone who pauses long enough to look at my photo. All comments and Faves are very much appreciated

Canon EOS 6D - f/8 - 1/400 sec - 100 mm - ISO 200

- for challenge Flickr group 'Macro Mondays', theme: 'Superstition'

- measure of the hole in the bread at its widest part 2 cm

- Myths and Superstitions on Serving Bread

* When serving the bread, be sure it is sat on the table in an upright position, if not this could bring misfortune. Slicing of the bread is also quite important, it should always be cut from the top edge and never from both ends.

* Now here’s a strange one… A woman that places a round loaf on the table upside down means that she also spends much time on her back as a prostitute.

* Breaking of a loaf or cake while cutting is a very bad omen, it could bring anything from arguments amongst family members to death of a family member.

* Discovering a hollow spot inside the loaf may mean different things among different cultures.

Some believe it’s a sign of pregnancy for the woman that has baked the bread. Which is in short a sign of life.

While others see it as a sign of death, meaning the hollow spot is a coffin or grave.

We, in The Netherlands, are just disappointed when we get a slice of bread with a hole, because now less chocolate sprinkles ('hagelslag') will fit on the bread ...

www.iamexpat.nl/lifestyle/lifestyle-news/brief-history-du...

Water wings

Hermit crabs

You never win with a Starling but this Woody stood his ground and started yelling that he was working out and did not want to be bothered, but to no avail, the Starling stood fast. A comical image for sure.

Thanks for visiting and for all the kind words always appreciated very much.

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Runa Photography, Daniel © 2022

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Esta fotografía la dedico a mi hijo primogénito Mirko

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Muchas gracias a todos por sus favoritos y comentarios

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Amor, amor

Anda libre en el surco, bate el ala en el viento,

late vivo en el sol y se prende al pinar.

No te vale olvidarlo como al mal pensamiento:

¡lo tendrás que escuchar!

Habla lengua de bronce y habla lengua de ave,

ruegos tímidos, imperativos de amar.

No te vale ponerle gesto audaz, ceño grave:

¡lo tendrás que hospedar!

Gasta trazas de dueño; no le ablandan excusas.

Rasga vasos de flor, hiende el hondo glaciar.

No te vale decirle que albergarlo rehúsas:

¡lo tendrás que hospedar!

Tiene argucias sutiles en la réplica fina,

argumentos de sabio, pero en voz de mujer.

Ciencia humana te salva, menos ciencia divina:

¡le tendrás que creer!

Te echa venda de lino; tú la venda toleras;

te ofrece el brazo cálido, no le sabes huir.

Echa a andar, tú le sigues hechizada aunque vieras

¡que eso para en morir!

Gabriela Mistral

Nadie llega por azar a tu casa.

Por eso jamás cierres las puertas

a quien en ellas golpee levemente.

Jamás des la espalda al que llega con ojos límpidos,

de corazón entero, con el alma expuesta.

No des disculpas ni te agarres

a mil argumentos racionales.

No inventes motivos para justificar gestos bruscos.

Destraba los portones de tus defensas forjadas.

Destruye las murallas construidas

con ladrillos de los empujones.

Todos los que golpean tu puerta merecen pan y vino

Merecen tu abrazo, tu abrigo.

Todos los que viajan en dirección a tu casa,

Y golpean suave la puerta en busca de tu mano...

merecen entrar.

RKO_6112. They both tried to keep the competitor under water! A little far and I got surprised about this interaction. No time to change all settings.

More of my work and activities can be seen on:

linktr.ee/robertkok

www.instagram.com/robertkok_photography/

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Please do not use my photos on websites, blogs or in any other media without my explicit permission.

Thanks a lot for your visit, fave and comments. Its truly appreciated!

I know that is not so polite to overlook or overhear the conversation of some strangers... actually I was interested in shooting this beautiful small fountain near Via Babuino but “the laws of street photography” and very “speakable” poses of those men made me break the rules of politeness, especially it was “the time of closing arguments”...

Some tea stains. So treated them and laundered. Stains all gone. But now there are different ones. Re treat and re wash. I wonder if there will be an improvement!

Blacktailed godwits not seeing eye to eye

After a long series of flower images I wanted to counter-balance the recent part of my stream with something a bit more "muscular" but secretly just as full of transcendence and release as the obvious joy of blossoming flowers.

Some may find images of tombstones or graveyards to be morbid and they have my total respect and acknowledgement. I do, however, have a side that needs to take a deep breath and stare right into the face of our supposed mortality.

Out of years of travel and deep exposure to both Hindu and Tibetan cultures, I wonder whether our demise from this mortal coil is permanent or not.

If, as these cultures suggest, and their arguments are very cogent to me, that death is just a portal, a passing through, that the soul, like energy is eternal, then this Dance of Death ( Toten Tanz in German ) is an illusion - a powerful one at that, especially for those of us left on THIS side awaiting that experience.

There are very powerful emotions connected to this subject and it is not my intention to offend in any way. It's almost a taboo subject but my personal make-up needs to ask the tough questions and I see my role as a serious artist as needing to give expression to those questions sometimes.

This is #1 of a series of 3. I saved them for a Spring / Summer "release", for a time when we're much happier and delighted with the beauty of the world. There's an irony in them as they were shot in the Spring of 2015, when life is "returning" and so they carry a kind of secret balance and hidden celebration of "life".

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Music Link: "Symphony No. 9", The Choral Symphony. First movement. Fascinating to watch the scrolling score while listening. It's a synaesthetic way to "watch" the Symphony while listening to it. Turn it UP !!!!!

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SZ9QzGg95g

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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2015, 2016. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.

Text Blog: visionheartblog.wordpress.com

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Peoria, IL

Having a little bit of an argument.

These two anhingas splashed around at each other, Circle B Bar Reserve, Lakeland, Florida

and arguments. In other words, I want to get married :-)

― Jarod Kintz

HPPT!!

cercis, compact eastern redbud, 'Ace of Hearts', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina

Minolta X-700 50mm lens: cost $10

Fujifilm 35mm 400 - $6

Digital or analog ?

The argument begins with cost.

$10 film + $15 developing = $25/roll.

$25 with 36 shots = 70 cents per click. Well, I guess that's not too bad, but not every shot is a keeper. So let's say 1 out of every 3 is good then it's cost was $2.10... Well now, that sounds bad.

Figure in the cost of a nice vintage analog camera $10 to $170 bucks vs. $300 to $1300 digital.. You sure would have to take plenty of pictures to break even. But from then on digital is all free....

An afternoon bowling, movies, amusement park, golfing would all cost $25 - so even if just one shot of the whole roll was a keeper you still had a great afternoon analog photographing for that $25...

Aesthetics: You just can't beat the buttery colors of a good analog picture. The nuances are delicious.

The muddiness on the left of this shot is indeed that - a muddy path over the leaves.

There is a deeper connection with the subject.

There is a more cerebral and concentrated approach to framing up and structuring with analog. That moment is unique.

Could a digital make boots look so good?

I'm not a 50mm shooter, but the DOF is really nice.

Starting out in photography I was told you will find your favorite lens.... I didn't understand and immediately disagreed. Well yes, you will find your lens. Mine is 28mm. A whole different way of thinking with each lens.

Your thoughts appreciated.

Have a great day friend.....

The juvenile starlings are very quarrelsome!

@ MArtin mere

The Kingfishers had a big scrap and dragged each other down into the lilypads below.

When faced with a bridge like this, and when there was no traffic around, I could not resist the temptation to jump out of the car and grab a photo from the rear of the mighty E-type Jag about to head under it.

Although this looks like a section of a racetrack, (or even a video game) it is actually taken on the Sturt Highway near the state border between South Australia and Victoria. It is mainly a fruit fly checkpoint for people entering the Riverland area from Victoria. It is in Yamba, near Renmark / Paringa in South Australia. The bridge / arch was originally donated by Dunlop back when the Formula One Grand Prix race first started in Adelaide from 1985 to 1995. They continued to sponsor the upkeep of the bridge until 2000. I have read that there is some argument whether or not to keep it due to nobody wanting to pay the estimated $75,000 repair and upgrade costs.

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A pseudo forced perspective shot of the 1/18th scale AUTOart model Series III E-type Jaguar, with the background of the scene at Yamba in South Australia which I took many years ago.

Quartieri Spagnolo, Napoli

- an everyday phenomenon

( * Posted the day before the legendary Oval Office Shouting Match between Trump and Zelenskyy - exquisite serendipity!! )

The fountain in Parkway, WGC

Archive-filler for London Dada album 2016 -18

( photo was made in 2011 but not posted 'til 2017 )

Link to the posted Work:

londondada.art/2017/10/26/london-dada-works-no-994-994a-s...

The original ' Shouting Match ' post;

londondada.art/2015/03/09/work-no-747-shouting-match-2017...

Canada goose having a argument with a Greylag goose

About whether an apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Bohemian Waxwings by Sis