Atomic Living
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This is a shot of some bubbles in the neck (top) of a freshly opened bottle of Desparados Verde beer, the bubbles were tiny, the whole field of view (photo) is about 10mm wide. Manfrotto Tripod, Olloclip macro @ 21x magnification, Hisy remote, Makita LED torch, brewed further in Snapseed on iPad Pro with help from an Apple Pencil, and finally gently poured in 'Photos' on iMac.
All those fantastic photos I'm discovering on Flickr inspired me to do some work on shots from the past.
The Atomic Dome stands for one of the most tragic moments in human history. I tried to reflect this in my processing.
[Explore 16/05/2021]
Here I am, alone again
Can't get out of this hole I'm in
It's like the walls are closin' in
You can't help me, no one can
I can feel these curtains closin'
I go to open 'em
But something pulls 'em closed again
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
rock mushroom/ Kimolos/ Greece
owes its creation to the various rocks that is composed of, and the very strong winds that blow in that area. The softer rock that lies at its basis is corroded by the wind, which transfers dust or grains of sand. The result of this process is that the basis slowly becomes narrower and narrower while the top, which is harder, remains almost intact.
some close-up shots i have taken from this rock:
www.flickr.com/photos/alexcoitus/9456079922/in/dateposted/
Jacket & Cap- Dernier "Aysha" Set
Available @ Cyber Fair: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ACCESS%202/124/123/1504
Collective 52 Photo Project. Week 23/52- ''Geometry'' -Truncated Cylinders.
Business, National and Atomic class mail boxes. Thessaloniki, Greece.
The Atomic Cafe
Regent Street, Redfern - Sydney.
My eclectic little discovery today whilst visiting
'Carriageworks', at Redfern, for a work project.
Redfern is an inner city suburb of Sydney. A rather 'colourful' one and, in the past, perhaps a place to avoid.
'Atomic' does a great flat white coffee and sensational toasted raspberry bread.
But today was indeed a shocker for me. I caught the train to Redfern and then got off, but I left my backpack on the train, complete with mobile phone, wallet, etc. Panic set in. I have never done this before!!
But, I must say, 'State Rail' ('Sydney Trains') was amazing. After leaving Redfern my T9-line train then descended into the underground Sydney City Circle. But they tracked the train, saw the backpack on 'train cam', and boarded the crowded train at Town Hall Station, rescuing the backpack!
Like an episode of 'Mission Impossible'.
The idiot (that's me) that left his backpack on the train, then had to catch another train into the city and report to the station-master at Town Hall Railway Station, with 100 points of identification, to retrieve the backpack.
My Samsung Galaxy S20+ mobile phone camera.
Processed in Snapseed whilst on the T9 train, leaving Sydney CBD.
Única foto que cliquei dessa nuvem estranha antes da bateria da câmera zerar de vez. Seguiu uma série de raios entre essa nuvem que só pude olhar e lamentar. Nessa foto quase registro o rastro de um raio.
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The English version of "16 things about Fernando Felix" is here.
Storms have been rolling in and out everywhere but it seems before they do, clouds develop taking on unique shapes and often times let go with a thunderstorm or down pouring rain. Though they may look white and fluffy, the rain hides within these clouds.
I used a water atomiser to create the these droplets misting the underside of a dandelion seed head.
It’s so hot at them moment I used the mister to cool down while taking the shots!
Backlit with an LED torch, around 10mm is size.
HMM!
In the SEVENTIES today...SHORT sleeves needed...too warm for January! I think it is global warming here! I know that other places are freezing, well come here!
Nada más pleno y fuerte que este oro sencillo
recubierto de láminas de antiguas primaveras
por las que el tallo cede y el pétalo naufraga.
El oro oscurecido, sus hojuelas dispersas,
sus fíbulas errantes, y el suntuoso y áureo
reflejo del otoño prendido en los celajes.
Un varillaje de oro mece y refresca el mundo,
abanica las aguas que corren con sigilo.
El oro derretido, tan puro y tan caliente,
ebrio en la pleitesía de la estación dorada,
frente a tanta belleza, nos acerca al principio,
al amor inicial escondido en espera,
a la alquimia del beso, a la definitiva
cita restauradora, final de travesía,
inicio de otro gozo, plenitud infinita,
retornada a los dedos orfebres que ya esperan
transformar la materia de amor que se avecina.
P. P. Pasamar