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Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.
– Margaret Mead –
Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.
– Desmond Tutu –
Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.
– Dale Carnegie –
This song was made to celebrate the power of speaking out in order to promote a more just world.
"Use My Voice"
Cover my ears and close my eyes
Just long enough to stop the noise
Go on take everything and throw it away
But I will use my voice
Drown every truth in an ocean of lies
Label me bitch because I dare to draw my own line
Burn every bridge and build a wall in my way
But I will use my voice
Whether you like it or not, you're gonna take what I got
If we can't talk about it, we'll just keep drowning in it
Give me credit or not, I give a lot, give a lot
But don't you speak for me
No, don't you speak for me
Never mind me, I'm a waste of your time
I'm never gonna fit in the box that you need and I can read between the lines, yeah
Gather your friends and wave your gun in my face
But I will use my voice
Whether you like it or not, you're gonna take what I got
If we can't talk about it, we'll just keep drowning in it
Give me credit or not, I give a lot, give a lot
But don't you speak for me
No, don't you speak for me
Whether you like it or not
Whether you like it or not
Whether you like it or not
Whether you like it or not
One day soon
It's gonna fall back on you
No more lies
We're gonna break right through
Like it or not
If we can't talk about it, we'll just keep drowning in it
Give me credit or not, I give a lot, give a lot
But don't you speak for me
No, don't you speak for me
Don't you speak for me
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💖You all mean a lot to me, you all truly make Flickr a lovely place to be, and i can not thank each one of you enough for your constant encouraging support that you give me. I am grateful.
💖Please forgive me for not being as active here as I used to be, Best wishes and regards to each one of you, Take good care of one another, be kind as well as thoughtful towards others.
💖Huge, huge hugs, Light, peace and love to you all,
Lori 💖
I committed this photocompositing hijack of the great Hokusai's masterpiece "The Wave" in order ro complete my series 36 views of Mont Saint Michel...
I have wanted to do something different for a while, then one gets lost in what can only be described as "Photographers Block", akin to "Writers Block" same thing yet different tool of creativity. I even deleted a photo I put up yesterday as I hated it, simply because experimental change is sometimes difficult, in the enigmatic paradigm of remaining as was, yet contradicted by the yearn for change, albeit lost for choice yet unable to see the forest for the trees! If you catch my convoluted drift?!
I think the criteria of assumed "change" is tethered to the idea of realising that ,change, in one's self cannot therefore be abridged to the same/similar ideas of others, it is a struggle then to remain original. I am still trying to conquer it whilst trying to not to lose my perspective to the idea of absolutes!
So this photo I took along the A100 with the Westhafen Canal running parallel, in which there are three or four barges moored along the walkway, I had been meaning to get to them since the weather has since started to slowly improve. They are basically big floating elongated buckets of either nothing or asphalt, earth and what have you. But they are interesting for the very old mechanical presence, compositional offerings and overall differing of imagery from nature and anything else that has been done to death so far. The clouds were thin and wonderfully striated offering a bokeh contradiction of composition's directional flow. It was tricky getting the angle as I wanted to get the motorway out of the focus completely.
That's all my waffle for today, I hope everyone's' week has gotten off well and so as always, thank you! :)
Female Barn Owl (Tyto Alba) ready to strike; I mentioned in a previous post that our extreme drought along the CA Central Coast has affected the vole population. After this dive, the Barn Owl stayed on the ground for awhile--possible catching a Jerusalem cricket or other insect. SLO County; CA; USA; Sony a9; Sony 200-600mm lens at 441mm; ISO 6400; f/6.3; 1/1000 sec; hand held in low light; Topaz AI De Noise
Even dead you remain the enemy and loser...................
The German militairy cemetry in Vladso (Belgium)
While the cemetries of the Allied troops have stark white colors, those of the German troops are gray- black and look dead and gloomy.
While the militairy cemetries are an example of discipline and structure, the German variants lack alignment and logic.
It was long be argued that this would be regulated in the Articles 225 and 226, from the Treaty of Versailles, but whoever reads these articles will find that this view is incorrect.
The real reason is that the French after the end of the insane war were ordered tot give the German dead their final resting place and collected the bodies in the sector of Ypres and burried them on free pieces of land, altough it was not obvious that they each received an individual tombstone.
So what we see here is in fact a mass grave, covered with granite slabs bearing their names.
Black evokes bad feelings and the Germans were in the eyes of the Allied the agressor, despite the fact that during investigations after the insane war it appeared that all warring parties had engaged in aggression and had committed atrocities. France, England and Italy had already secretly divided the territories of Germany and its colonies, the Habsburg Empire and the Ottoman Empire, in the heat of the battle!
It was of paramount legal importance that, according to the President of the United States Wilson's conviction, Germany should be held responsible but not blamed for the insane war breaking out. However they were incomprehensible responsible for the reparations!
The fact that the Germans and English soldiers at the front still had peaceful feelings towards eachother is evident from the inconceivable Christmas truce in 1914 that took place in the sector of Ypres.
This incomprehensible event of peace and fraternity during the heat of the battle took also place on field sites in many other sections at the front.
The German front soldiers started on Christmas eve 1914 by singing "Silent Night" and shouting "Merry Christmas".
When the British soldiers realized that this was well-meant, they came out of their trenches and even went to exchange their Christmas presents from home.
On Christmas Day, they played football together in the no-man's-land, the piece of land between the trenches of the warring armies; ordinairy soldiers who were tired of the war could momentarily throw of the yoke of the insane war.
When the army commanders, or rather the butchers, got wind of this, these fraternizing actions were officially stricktly forbidden from above and held out very severe punishments if the fightings were not resumed immedialy. The ensuing battles would claim millions of lives on the whole front.
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Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful,
committed people can change the world.
Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. - Margaret Mead
Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, these ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls
of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy
We don't have to engage in grand, heroic actions to
participate in the process of change.
Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people,
can transform the world.
Howard Zinn (Historian)
(Author of: "A People's History of the United States" & "and Terrorism and War"
Also featured in documentary: "You Can't Be Neutral on a Moving Train")
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The inscription on the monument "If I will forget Them, You, God in heaven, forget about me."- Adam Bernard Mickiewicz ( 24 December 1798 – 26 November 1855) Polish poet, dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator, professor of Slavic literature, and political activist.
The Volhynian, massacres, were anti-Polish genocidal ethnic cleansings conducted by Ukrainian nationalists.
The massacres took place within Poland’s borders as of the outbreak of WWII, and not only in Volhynia, but also in other areas with a mixed Polish-Ukrainian population, especially the Lvov, Tarnopol, and Stanisławów voivodeships (that is, in Eastern Galicia), as well as in some voivodeships bordering on Volhynia (the western part of the Lublin Voivodeship and the northern part of the Polesie Voivodeship. The time frame of these massacres was 1943-1945. The perpetrators were the Organization
of Ukrainian Nationalists-Bandera faction (OUN-B) and its military wing,
called the Ukrainian Insurgent Army (UPA).
Their documents show that the planned extermination of the Polish population was called an “anti-Polish operation.”
Criminal Investigations
Genocide is a legal category. The Volhynian massacres have all the traits of genocide listed in the 1948
UN Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide, which defines genocide
as an act “committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group,
as such.” In Polish academia the Volhynian massacres are referred to as genocidal ethnic cleansings,
the Volhynian (or Volhynian-Galician) slaughter, or, in legal terminology, the crime of genocide.
Polish historians are emphasizing that the Volhynian bloodbath is the uncleared crime of genocide still, and praise of Stepan Bandera and members murderous party of OUN-UPA by the current Ukrainian authorities.
Eurasian Jay (Garrulus glandarius)
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THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: MY LONG AND ARDUOUS JOURNEY TO BIRD PHOTOGRAPHY
If you've set yourself the challenge of exclusively shooting the wildlife in your own back yard, you might find - as I did - that bird photography is really, really hard.
It's not that reptiles are easy to photograph either, mind - but at least the ones in my garden stay (for the most part) on the ground, and one can learn how to carefully approach them with a camera. They're also clearly egoists, which from a photographer's point of view is is a great character trait: if a lizard detects a human in its vicinity, it's only interested in saving its own skin, and it won't alarm its buddies.
But birds... oh man. Over the years, my feathered friends and I have developed a lovely routine that now defines our peaceful co-existence. As soon as I as much as open a window (let alone the door), I'm instantly greeted by an eruption of panicky fluttering and hysterical shouts from my garden: "SAVE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND FLY FOR YOUR LIVES: THE HAIRLESS, PINK MONSTER IS COMING!!! (Yes, I speak bird, and I know that this is exactly what they are shouting 😉).
Needless to say, with the exception of the redstart I already showed here, all my efforts to get the kind of detailed shots I usually strive for with my nature photography ended in complete failure and utter disillusionment. I was ready to give up on stalking the winged misanthropes in my garden altogether, but then winter came - and changed everything.
One day this past January I observed my neighbor Signora P - a kind, elderly Italian lady - putting something on the low garden wall in front of my house. At first I thought she was just putting some treat there for her cat Romeo; the young tom patrols that wall constantly (it's his favorite spot in the garden, and during the warmer months he usually lurks in the thick foliage next to it to prey on lizards).
But once I detected a lot of movement on that wall through my window, I understood she had put a little pile of bread crumbs there; she was feeding the birds who soon arrived in flocks. This was certainly well-intended on my neighbor's part, but her noble action came with a catch, and I'm afraid quite literally.
When I took a stroll through my garden the next day I discovered a suspicious amount of feathers on the ground next to the wall. Romeo had apparently switched from his low-calorie summer diet (lizard) to more energy-rich meals consisting of "fowl" (it was winter after all, so from a nutritionist's point of view this made sense).
I would find fresh traces of Romeo's victims (mostly feathers, but also the odd wing) in my garden over the following days; so my first intuition that my neighbor was feeding her cat hadn't been that far off after all, as Romeo was now clearly being "served" fresh birds on a daily basis. And although the hungry visitors seemed to be aware of the danger and became slightly more prudent, they just couldn't resist the tasty snacks Signora P put on that wall - and neither could Romeo.
It was obvious that I had to act, but talking to my neighbor - who is as stubborn as she is kind - would have been futile, I knew that much. I pondered the matter long and hard - until a light bulb went off in my head. The idea was genius. If successful, what I had in mind would not only increase the birds' chances of surviving Romeo's appetite, but also greatly benefit my own photographic endeavors.
I started to enact my master plan the very next day by buying a giant bag of bird feed (consisting mainly of sunflower seeds) from the store. Then I dragged a huge piece of a tree trunk (approx. 120 cm in height) that we normally chop firewood on in the shed out into the garden and emptied almost half of the bag's content on top of it. Signora P's buffet for birds (and cats) was about to get some serious competition 😊.
My reasoning was as follows: not only would the birds be lured away from the fatally low garden wall to a place where they were safe from the cat - there was nothing around that tree trunk that provided cover for a predator, and the birds had a nice 360° view around it at all times - but I was also able to photograph them while hiding in the shed.
However, in order for my plan to work there was one little extra measure I had to take, and it was one that risked lowering my own life expectancy considerably once the owner of the property - my mom - discovered it. You see, our shed is completely windowless, so if I wanted to use it as a blind, I had no choice but to cut a hole into one of its wooden walls... which I promptly did (I figured all's fair in love - and photography 😉).
Granted, I have absolutely zero carpentering skills, and it showed. That hole was an ugly mess: the shed's wall seemed to have had an encounter with Jack Nicholson's ax-wielding lunatic character from the film 'The Shining'. Needless to say, I was incredibly proud of my work (I mean, come on: there now was a hole where before there wasn't a hole, and it was big enough for the lens of my camera to peek through, so it was mission accomplished as far as I was concerned).
Now all I had to do was wait for the birds to discover the tree trunk. In the meantime I started to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable confrontation with my mom and go through possible explanations for that splintering hole in the wall (it was either gonna be a rabid woodpecker attack or an emergency rescue mission with a feeding tube for a little kid that had accidentally locked himself inside the shed - both seemed valid options, though I slightly preferred the locked-in kid due to the involved drama and heroism 😉).
A whole day went by, and not a single bird visited the sunflower seeds. I had expected that it might take a few hours until the first of the ever curious great tits or blue tits would show up, but given how tiny my garden is, an entire day seemed excessive. Then another day came and went: the birds kept flocking to the bread crumbs on the wall, and my tree trunk kept collecting dust. To add injury to insult, a few fresh feathers on the ground were proof that Romeo was still feasting.
It was incredibly frustrating: I provided my winged guests with a much better view - plus a higher chance of surviving the cuisine - than Signora P's place; I risked (almost) certain death at the hands of my own mother (OK, the act of vandalism on the shed I had committed for my own benefit, but still), yet the birds kept ignoring me.
Then, after three days, just before sunset, I spotted a single blue tit on the tree trunk picking away at the sunflower seeds.
When I got up the next morning I immediately realized that the loud noise that accompanies each and every tit activity had shifted from the wall to the shed. At last the dam had broken: there was a flurry of movement around the tree trunk, and I counted at least 5 different species of birds feasting on the sunflower seeds.
From day 4 onward my plan worked beautifully: the birds now indeed mostly ignored Romeo's "snack wall" and kept to the tree trunk. And yes, I was able to play peeping tom from behind the shed's wall and photograph them!! 😊
Thus, dear readers, I finally managed to produce some acceptable bird photos, and I had even saved my feathered friends from a deadly foe in the process. All through winter and spring I took advantage of my new bird hide, and in late May I started mixing some cherries with the sunflower seeds. The idea was to attract a Eurasian jay (Garrulus glandarius), and as you can see, it worked!
It took me almost three weeks and more than a few tricks to capture that clever fella, but given how long I've been rambling here already, that's a story for another day. As for my mom, she still doesn't know about the hole in the wall, so please don't snitch! 😉.
I hope you like the photo and wish you all a wonderful weekend! Many greetings from Switzerland, and as always: let me know what you think in the comments 🙏 😊 ❤!
P.S. if anyone has their own funny tale about the obstacles we photographers are prepared to overcome for a desired photo, please write it in the comments: I love such stories 😊
Committed male Belted Kingfisher (Ceryle alcyon) in the Dive; low light; Sony a9; Sony 200-600mm lens at 600 mm; ISO 4000; 1/1000 sec; f/6.3; handheld; Topaz De Noise and Sharpen; No fish this time
While I may have observed the Rule of Thirds, I confess I've committed mortal photographic sins here in the name of 'art'. Ever take a photo and say to yourself, 'Self, that's nice, but what if...." and before long you end up with an image that is way, way dramatically different than the original, but appeals to you more? (Sure you have.) A tweak here with the colour temp; a tweak there with the contrast; and then the editing drugs kick in and you're slamming those sliders left and right until the pixels quit talking to each other and leave the room. "Sorry," I say, "I don't mean to offend -- it's just that you, my digital friend, look more dramatic if I crop out all but a tenth of the original image," ...Rendering it a blob of noise and blur. "But it's Art," I exclaim, in self-defence. "People will applaud my Vision-thing, and maybe even the Flickr algorithm gods will smile down and decide it is Explore-worthy..." Uh, sure.... Maybe I need rehab; put the S1 on eBay, cancel my Adobe subscription, and shoot film again, leaving it to the kid at the pharmacy to send away my rolls for processing, just as his father did, back in the photographic Stone Age.
The wall around Z Ward curving up to arch over the gateway entrance.
The building is a masterpiece of polychrome brickwork, which remains structurally solid today after 132 years since it was completed in 1885.
Z Ward was a separate building at the Glenside Mental Hospital that catered for the criminally insane. The criteria for being an inmate was having committed a crime and posing a danger to others and/or themselves due to insanity. Built in 1885, it is now empty and preserved by the National Trust.
Beautiful. How else can I describe the dawn sunrise this morning. When you have to get up at silly O’ clock which was 3:25 am in the morning I always debate the night before will it be really worth it? I look at my weather apps, I check the tide, I check the sea conditions trying to find something to tell me to stay in bed. The fact I’m checking all this stuff I’m already committed, I will always go for it, and usually the sunrise is not too special. Don’t get me wrong once I’m out at that time regardless of the conditions it the best feeling in the world, I’m always at peace with the world. But this morning was something else, the sunrise could not have been better, it was beautiful. Now all I have to do is get a photo that gives me something back of that morning.
Grandcamp-Maisy (France) - Il y a quelque chose de dérisoire à voir cet homme tenter de nettoyer l’avant-port au karcher. C’est la version normande et contemporaine du « tonneau des Danaïdes ». On se demande quelle faute à été commise par ce pauvre employé du port pour se voir infliger un tel supplice ?
Plus sérieusement, la composition de cette photo n’a pas été aisée. D’abord parce qu’il faisait assez sombre et que le reflet du calvaire était plongé dans l’ombre (a photo a été légèrement éclaircie). Il fallait surtout ne pas le couper. Et en même temps (comme dirait Macron), je devais surveiller la ligne d’horizon pour qu’elle reste bien parallèle. Malgré cette précaution, la photo a un petit air penché. Ce déplaisant effet d’optique, est dû à la digue en pierre qui n’est pas parallèle à la mer. Elle a été construite en biais.
Port cleaning with karcher
Grandcamp-Maisy (France) - There is something derisory in seeing this man trying to clean the outer harbor with a karcher. It is the Norman and contemporary version of the "tonneau des Danaïdes". One wonders what fault was committed by this poor port employee to be inflicted with such torture?
Jokes aside, the composition of this photo was not easy. First because it was quite dark and the reflection of the Calvary was plunged into shadow (the photo has been lightened slightly). It was especially important not to cut it. And at the same time, I had to watch the horizon line to keep it parallel. Despite this precaution, the photo has a slight leaning air. It is an unpleasant optical effect, due to the stone dyke which is not parallel to the sea. It was built at an angle.
Hello my beautiful people!! how are u? I hope you are well, I missed you <3
Well, this description will be somewhat different, since I write for you and some of my sponsors.
First of all, a thousand apologies for being sooo inactive, my flickr was suspended due to the new rules and I had to wait almost a week for the problem to be solved.
Second, I've had to delete almost all of my photos from old to some new (in this case, the ones I felt didn't meet the “safe” standard).
And third and last, I will be making posts a little less constant because my university scheduled me in the afternoon and I hardly have much time between jobs, projects and exams, because I have to redo my schedules and get used to it. However, after so many obstacles I am still encouraged and always committed to continue making my posts, always giving my best. I hope you can understand and that, despite this, you continue to trust me to be a blogger ♥️ Without further ado, I hope you all have a nice and excellent day, thanks for stopping to read.
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Committed to Ferrania P30 using a Hasselblad X-Pan and 45 mm lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD as per the Massive Dev chart and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and local contrast in Photoshop.
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The fella was particularly committed to fishing. We saw him fishing here on several evenings when we walked that way, once with a large barracuda in the sand beside him. So we know he had some success.
We don't know these people, but I like the implied story we get from the positions and directions of their bodies and fishing rods. What do you think the story is?
Glangwili Hospital, Carmarthen (1949) - en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glangwili_General_Hospital ▪️▪️▪️ ▪️Ar 13 Mawrth 2025, daeth ymchwiliad gan y Cenhedloedd Unedig i'r casgliad bod Israel wedi cyflawni gweithredoedd a oedd yn rhan o hil-laddiad yn Gaza drwy ddinistrio, yn systematig, gyfleusterau atgenhedlol y llain. ▪️ Erbyn Mai 2025, roedd o leiaf 1,400 o weithwyr gofal iechyd wedi cael eu lladd gan Israel yn Gaza yn ystod ei hymosodiadau dros 19 mis▪️▪️▪️On 13 March 2025, a United Nations investigation concluded that Israel has committed genocidal acts in Gaza by systematically destroying its reproductive healthcare facilities.▪️By May 2025, at least 1,400 healthcare workers had been killed by Israel in Gaza during Israel’s 19-month military assault.
Committed to Ferrania P30 using a Hasselblad X-Pan and 45 mm lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD as per the Massive Dev chart and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and local contrast in Photoshop.
On the 12th of May, 1943, Szmul Zygielbojm committed suicide. Szmul was a member of the Polish Government in Exile. Being in London, he was aware of the Warsaw Ghetto and also of the Jewish resistance movement there with its tunnels and bunkers. This resistance was crushed by the Nazis and the Ghetto was stripped of its Jewish inmates. Szmul's farewell note contains this paragraph:
"I cannot continue to live and to be silent while the remnants of Polish Jewry, whose representative I am, are being murdered. My comrades in the Warsaw Ghetto fell with arms in their hands in the last heroic battle. I was not permitted to fall like them, together with them, but I belong with them, to their mass grave. By my death, I wish to give expression to my most profound protest against the inaction in which the world watches and permits the destruction of the Jewish people."
Fuji X-Pro1, Helios 44M-7.
This bear is in a relaxed lope checking out some fish splashing ahead. He has not yet committed to the chase, though. I love the splash of water off his front foot that mirrors his impressive claws
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Sometimes you can be committed to two images but realise they don't necessarily sit well together. The last two uploads (5220 and the Nodding Donkey) fall in to that category, imho.
As a result I've decided to insert this one between them - a shot of GBRf 'newbie' 69008 approaching Basingstoke station at some speed with the 12.30pm Mountfield Sidings - Southampton Western Docks gypsum empties (4Y19).
Framed to make the best of the sunlight whilst incorporating the signal gantry, this one was running 7 minutes behind schedule and wasn't hanging around either. Even though I was stood well behind the yellow line, it felt prudent to take another couple of steps back as soon as I'd grabbed the shot!
For anyone who's not in the know, 69008 is essentially a fully-rebuilt and re-engined class 56 (56038 in this case), a class that originally saw service in the 1970s. Their conversion was deemed to be a cheaper and less risky option compared to designing and sourcing a completely new locomotive.
Note the old Basingstoke Signal Box in the centre background, now thought to be used as a S&T workshop / canteen facility.
3.46pm, 14th October 2023
And it seemed that many others weren't either.
I felt particularly sorry for the bikers.
Committed to Kodak Tmax 100 using a Rolleicord Va. Developed using Ars-Imago R9 (rodinal) 1:49, dev. time as per the massive dev chart, and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro. Dust cleaning and final contrast in Photoshop.
"Clancy is an all-or-nothig kinda dog-"
No I'm not!
"For example, he can greet people so enthusiasically
at times that he has to be calmed-"
No I don't!
"And playing with me, whether in the house or outside
chasing a ball, he's so fully activated, I worry about
him hurting himself again-"
No you don't!
"...And, as you might have noticed, he likes having the
last word."
Yes I do!
(This photo is two months old, but illustrates for
our purpose Clancy's commitment to, and for, life)
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Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, Ontario
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“A thousand times more crimes have been committed in the name of love than in the name of hate..”
― Sidney Sheldon, The Other Side of Midnight
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[3rd out of 12 Photos]
P.S. I knew where I wanted the Wellspring little world globe but to get the right angle was a challenge. To allow one of the deers to peek through and join the duck and chicken around the well. The source of water for us humans to help sustain us and the environment around us. In the middle of Kintsugi's city just fits so well.
Isn't it everlasting? It will always take over in the end in some way or the other. There will always be a wellspring of nature, or at least, we can only help make it that way. Save animals, plant more trees or tiny plants and take care of your surroundings. If we make it a lifestyle, we can help make the world a better place by loving the very existence it came with. When you love, you automatically learn to care. I dream of a day when all the tall skyscrapers will be slowly overrun by crawling ivy, beautiful flowers and birds just making nests in every nook. I dream of a wellspring of hope and love, always.
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Another from the cricket hunting season.
The bird will launch with enough power to glide down snatch a cricket and pull up on to the next post with barely a wing flap.
Committed to Ilford FP4+ using a Leica M6 and 50 mm Summicron V3 lens. Developed using Ars-Imago FD as per the Massive Dev chart and scanned with an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and contrast done with Negative Lab Pro.
28th March 2018:
Graham committed a crime this morning by forgetting to buy me my breakfast cereal so this afternoon I nipped into town to see what the small supermarket had, not a lot! But, I did find some porridge which will keep me going until he or us both next go to the main supermarket.
On my way down I noticed this ribbon tied to a lamppost. I checked the others nearby and none of them had been decorated, so no idea why this one was. However I did like the light shining on it, so took a photo. To the amusement of the owner of the house nearest to it. They were in their front garden doing some planting!
It's SOOC other than my copyright.
I've caught up as well as Flickr has allowed me to. If I've missed anyone, I'll try and catch up with you tomorrow.
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