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Explored - Feb. 04, 2009 - Thank you all so very much!
What:
A lobster fisherman making the rounds to bring in his catch of the day.
Where:
Chebucto Head look-off
Duncans Cove
Nova Scotia, Canada
(I added it to the map in case you want to find it)
About:
Went for a drive Sunday hoping to find some nice snow photo ops after our storm Saturday night. Took a drive up to the lighthouse at Chebucto Head. There is a pretty good view of the mouth of the Halifax Harbour. You can see down the harbour and the North West Arm.
I've seen this boat out before and was hoping if I timed it right I could grab a couple shots of him riding by. I got there just in time! No sooner did I park the car and I spied him coming out of the "Arm".
It's a pretty simple scene but I liked the way that little red boat looked against the vast blue sea. You can see an oil tanker on the horizon if you look close.
BTW, composition wise this shot doesn't really follow the "rules". The boat should be entering the scene not leaving it. I have quite a few shots of this as I was tracking him for a couple minutes but I liked this one best and I like it's wake. Sue me! :-)
View LARGE to smell the ocean breeze! :-)
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Nikon D90 : Nikkor 18-200mm @ 31mm : 1/125s @ f/11 ISO160
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Finished work rather late last night. I was feeling very tired and low...until I saw the sunset behind that stranded vessel in the Bay!
I took about 900 shots of which about 600 is ok, 400 is fair, 200 not too bad, 100 nice, 50 very nice and about 10 great! LOL I was completely mesmerized by the tricks these guys were pulling off. Man, what a show they put up! I left my number on one of the vehicles and received an email today requesting the shots. I sent it and they are so impressed. Looks like I'll be invited back for another 'shoot-out'! :)
The guy in this shot was absolutely fearless! Sometimes when the fly through the air, it's almost as if time stands still for just a moment...until they splash down again onto the ocean.
I have SO much work - catch you all this weekend.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErvgV4P6Fzc
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Corset: KINDEX CORSET DERNIAN NEW ON STORE
Pants: CHEERNO LATEX PANTS ON STORE
Pose: TRAUME UNDER THE INFLUENCE POSE
Collar: SLAM HEAVY COLLAR ON STORE
aka Mystery Rose Paynesworth
spoiled Lil Rich Girl
My mother was a Rare beauty with the voice of a Angel... A lounge singer, when I was a wee Child use to sneak into the lounge hiding under tables just to catch a glimpse of her... My Father the best Hitmen out there... I do not remember him as he was taken from this world when I was just a baby, but as a grew up became pretty deadly myself with a set of throwing knives my father left to Me...
This is where my story takes a turn, and my mother met HIM a disgusting pig of a man...
I was young wild carefree and completely out of control.. Dreamed of being just like my Mother... The man that had my mother in his sight was slowly killing her, and I was completely blinded when she needed me the most... Fearing for my own life, as this man crept into my room in the dead of the night, every night she worked, to do untold and unbelievable things to my body my mind my soul....
Breaking my Spirit my once bright light slowly dimensioning with every encounter... My whimpers my cries my pleads for the nightmare to end, was never heard and would never be answered....
But................ One night my mom to ill to work to weak to carry on, stumbles home in the pouring rain... the winds hollowing and whispering sending bone chilling shivers through my mothers tiny frail body.... a streak of light dances across the deathly dark skies, the thunderous rumbles rocking the house and shaking the crystal chandlers.... He does not hear her enter the house.....
Tied to my bed, completely naked covered in burns,bruises and abrasions from the leather studded belt that holds his jeans up... My mother follows to her knees kisses both of tear stained cheeks singing my beautiful rose, the song that was written for me and a begin to silently hum along... My mother reaches up freeing my arms... she stands blows a kiss and places the roses at the foot of my bed... Disappearing out my door.... I am screaming NO come back don't leave me... He is a Monster I need YOU.... PLEASE come back... Struggling to free my legs barely able to stand on my own two feet, more lightening streaks the midnight sky with the rumbles growing louder the lights flickering in the huge bone chilling Mansion... Riping at my night stand drawer taking two stone cold steal blades running down the hall, stumbling falling bouncing off walls I burst into my Mothers room....
More lightening dancing across the sky, with the wind sending a broken branch through the window the rain pounding down through the shards of broken glass, the wind whipping the curtains madly about... I burst through the door pausing for just a second my mother dangling in the air held by her neck against the wall, and him hissing nothing happened the girl has done it to herself say it woman... I whip both knives through the air hitting Him in the shoulder blade and the other grazing his cheek, then plunging into my motherès neck... He turns around stumbling and falling to the floor yell and screaming like thee coward he is... my bright blue eyes fall to my mother whom slips down the wall leaving a streak of blood glistening off the egg shell walls... running to my mother a soft smile on her lips she whispers it will all be over soon my darling a trail of blood dips from her soft lips as she goes limp in my arm.... curling up in her lap I begin to weep...
spoiled rich girl has gone mad, my mother leaving my fathers wealth to me which mad HIM go...... BAZARK.... drugging me beating me and leading me down a dark path.. taught myself to loose it in the music,and one night tired of the beatings the drugging I lashed out turning the tables...
with him cooing on the floor and me above him with a lamp in my hand, the door flies open and the room is filled with flashing lights cops and doctors... throwing the lamp screaming on the top of my lungs the world goes dark a quick prick felt in my upper thigh and when I wake I am at the gates of Rosewood Asylum arms strapped around me in some kind of jacket... arms reaching in to grab me I sink my pearly whites into the skin of a rather large forearm with the world going dark again as I am ripped from the back of the cop cruiser....
Welcome Home Darling our delicate Lil Rose.....
Thee perfect Doll that can and will hypnotize you with a simple swivel of her hips
A Private Dancer, a Dancer for money do what she needs to do in order to survive...
Sunset view towards Samet Island in Rayong Province, Southeast of Bangkok.
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A surfer catches a wave at Steamer Lane in Santa Cruz. The waves were considerably bigger and the water much colder than in Hawaii where I recently tried a surf board again. I don't see much difference between his form and mine, do you?
Captured from the cliffs above Steamer Lane, which afford a great view of the surfers just off shore.
my son tries to catch a bubble but was unsuccessful. i just wish he tries to touch the sky next time and succeeds.
He caught a beautiful trout, snapped a photo of it, and put it back in the river. I have a feeling it wasn't his first catch and release.
Shame the peregrine had flown past by the time I got the camera out of its bag, but the gore factor is evident at least... Looks like the prey was cached rather than fresh caught as it seems pretty much torn up already. Maybe I'll get a better shot of a kill in the coming weeks, especially once the breeding season kicks in.
In honour of World Photo Day I decided I should get off my lazy butt and contribute something today. I intend to be back more regularly soon. When our summer weather ends.
The Vancouver Canadians' catcher in his 'tools of ignorance'.
I took this at the game I attended July 22.
"The tools of ignorance is a nickname for a catcher's protective equipment: catcher's mask, chest protector, and shin guards. The usage was meant to be ironic, contrasting the intelligence needed by a catcher to handle the duties of the position with the foolishness needed to play a position hazardous enough to require so much protective equipment." - Baseball Reference.com
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