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Los Angeles 1948. A sleepy movie town full of movie star wannabes, corrupt cops, beach bums, and scandals. Stepsister to San Francisco and scorned by New York it was a destination for grifters, loafers, and dreamers—the kind of place where a guy could drop into a cheap bar to forget, and end up remembering too much. L.A. 1948, a place where big schemes were too often met by dashed dreams.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio 2.0 and Lightroom Classic.
I was struggling to come up with a subject for this week’s theme but one afternoon last week I noticed a fly land on the kitchen window. I grabbed my camera and dashed outside.
From the left...
Composite strand board.
Cobweb.
Rusted iron catch with stainless steel bolts.
Sapele timber (a rainforest hardwood) with brass screws.
Grimston pebble dashed section.
Composite building.
Stacksteads, Lancashire
Today a barn owl came out to charm
The birders dashed there with their arms
They came from north, south, east and west
Hunt and jostle for an angle that’s best
It’s a miracle that the owl was not harmed
But the police noticed and was alarmed
Barn Owl
#rhyme #HenryKoh
Backstory: After being captured by the Imperials while crossing the border while running away from her abusive slave master and survived a dragon attack in helgen, since that day, nothing has been the same. She has endured a fight in all her life unlike anything she could imagine.
She saw her dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that she wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. She knew that it takes getting everything she ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
The first time she saw a very serene and beautiful view of Whiterun. She saw a new start, life and hope.
I heard about this group of Avocets from a birding friend and dashed off to try to see them. It took me close to an hour and half to get there in the traffic and finally get a parking spot. Thankfully they were still there and returning to my car, saw that I had a parking ticket, but it was worth it as I got my photos.
I had a fantastic day yesterday , seeing the girls and showing them adders, then cooking together with Lyra, showing her how to cook a risotto. It's lovely to have company in the house. Then watching Arsenal beat Real Madrid, and ignoring the phone telling me about aurora red alerts. At the last minute I dashed out and saw my fourth aurora in a year, amazing. Certainly Sweet And Dandy by toots and the Maytals. Today we're off to my exhibition, then off for a meal and gig in Bristol with all my daughters. Should be another great day.
Monsoon season is such an amazing time of the year in the southwest. When I saw the sky morphing into a rainbow of colors, I dashed out into our yard to grab a shot of my favorite saguaro cactus against the vibrant background. So blessed by the dramatic skies and amazing nature here in the Sonoran Desert. Wishing everyone a wonderful 2024, Happy New Year! If you enjoy saguaros, here's one of his neighbors: flic.kr/p/2rp7cTF .
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A glimpse of England's deepest lake from the mountain of Yewbarrow on a misty day in the Lake District last month. It was beautiful watching the everchanging mist reveal glimpses of the surrounding landscape, before concealing the view again moments later. This was taken near the summit looking back down the ridge I'd ascended, with Illgill Head and Wast Water beyond.
Having checked the forecast, I was hoping for a nice sunset in the Western Fells, so headed down to Wasdale as there are a few hills and mountains there which are perfect at this time of year. However, when I arrived there the mist was very low and it was drizzling profusely, but I decided to crack on anyway. I opted for Yewbarrow, as it offers amazing views and is lower than alot of the surrounding mountains - so it thought it would have a better chance of clearing out.
The ascent was treacherous as the rocks were slippery and lethal, so when I made it up to Bell Rib point above the steepest part I decided to wait around before I continued as the mist was very thick at this point. This was where it all began to change for the better as the view slowly started revealing itself, so I dashed up the final part of the ridge towards the summit and captured this view back down to Wast Water as the lake made a brief appearance. It was difficult to photograph as, although it was very calm, it was still drizzling quite heavily at this point so I had to keep wiping the lens which was wet and constantly steaming up.
Not long after this picture was taken, the mist concealed the vista again.....but I was treated to many more glimpses and views along the rest of the walk. I spent so long photographing on the summit ridge that I ended up descending in the dark with a headtorch!
Sorry I have been less active around here than is usual, but real life has been occupying my time at the moment. It is nothing major........just lots of little things all happening at once.
You know that time when everything electrical or mechanical in the house seems to stop working, and to stop working at the most inconvenient time.......well I am deep into that phase *humph*
I really hope to have more free time to photograph dolls very soon. But I dashed outside and took a photo of Hetty in the autumn light this morning so that I at least could post something to Flickr.
I hope you are all well and Happy Sunday!
An ICM of the Christmas tree lights.
This is one of the most complex of the ICMs I took of the tree this year. And it's taken me several years to work out what is going on with the lights and their dashed patterns.
The LED lights scintillate at high frequency though not at a frequency related to the mains supply. It's about 100Hz.
I thought for a while it was the rectifier in the control converting the AC to DC rather crudely. But it's not that I think.
The lights have a control programme that we normally use that gradually dims and then brightens the string. The scintillations are caused by the controller chopping the current supply to cause the dimming.
The scintillations are too fast for the eye to see (we can see up to about 20Hz in flickering which is why many TVs refresh their screens at 40-60Hz).
So this is more an interesting image than a pretty one, and demonstrates one feature of the difference between our perception of motion and the camera's. That's one of the things I wanted to explore in the 100x Motion project I set myself this year.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image! Happy 100x :)
A couple of days after this brave crocus showed it's face to the World, we had a three centimetre snowfall. I'm not sure this harbinger of Spring will now get a chance to open up. So often, these delicate species crocuses get their hopes dashed. What's needed of course is some warm, life affirming sunlight which is a rarity at the moment. Dark grey skies aren't going to encourage this process and as we are still firmly in January, this early flower's stamens may never see the light of day.
The NELPG's K1 62005 was in fine form as it dashed through Ryton with the 5Z20 07:48 Grosmont to Carlisle working. The engine was making it's way north to the West Highland Line in anticipation of the restart of Jacobite services in the spring.
19th April 2021.
Seen while out and about today.
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
Any progress made to increase insect numbers here in the recent warm spell of weather has been dashed as a cold wind is now blowing down from the Arctic and insect numbers have again plummeted. I found this hoverfly out yesterday but it was the only one of its kind and in fact, just about the only insect I saw all day. This hoverfly is chrysotoxum bicinctum. It has distinctive brown patches on each wing but it has no common name.
Model: Ulasandra
Location: Kanaloa Beach
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She dashed by me in painted on jeans
And all heads turned 'cause she was the dream
In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her name, yeah
She said I was the tiger she wanted to tame
Caribbean Queen
Now we're sharing the same dream
And our hearts they beat as one
No more love on the run
I lose my cool when she steps in the room
And I get so excited just from her perfume
Electric eyes that you can't ignore
And passion burns you like never before
I was in search of a good time
Just running my game
Love was the furthest
Furthest from my mind
Unquestionably one of the most amazing places I have ever seen. Las Torres Towers. Its a gruelling hike up to the base, especially with a full pack, but every single step trodden fades into the past the moment these amazing towers first come into sight.
We had gone up the night before but our hopes of a sunset were quickly dashed as the clouds rolled in. That - really, is what the weather in this place is like. Managing to win a good sunrise or sunset up here is akin to a Patagonian lottery. Our dreams weren’t high.
We left our tents around 4am the next morning and, as if it had been a silent pact, the first thing we did was leave the seclusion of the forrest we had been camping in to check the sky. STARS. We couldn’t believe it - had our luck turned?
A few hours later and our tripods were set in one of a few compositions scoped the night before. The sky behind us was beginning to turn a deep red and there was a faint hint of light cloud above the towers.
The rest will go down in the history books as being one of my all time favourite sunrise locations. The Towers of Las Torres - thank you.
A group of kids were helping to lead baby goats around Chip-In Farm today, and this farm cat kept a nervous eye on them. I did manage to give her some pats before she dashed inside the barn.
Series of three. Sorry but I did not see its tail. It dashed across the path in front of me and I thought that was that. But it took pity on me and reappeared and stood and posed for just a minute. I cannot tell which it is. It has got very white paws. Can anyone help with an identification please.
I saw this Flower moon and dashed up the road to try and get a decent shot, wish I had looked out the window 20 mins or so earlier.
Many thanks to you ALL for the views, faves and comments you make on my shots it is very appreciated.
… are dashed as winter returns to Chicago Monday.
Hopefully the snow prediction is wrong.
Lake Harriet
Minneapolis, Minnesota
99/365
How could I not photograph a red balloon for the 99th day of the year? So actually, I am pretty certain that in the original German version of the song there is no mention of specifically red balloons and the only reason the English version is 99 Red Balloons was to keep the number of syllables the same.
Of course, it was last night that I had the idea, possibly in a dream. What was definitely a dream was telling my dad about the idea in fluent German. Although I probably could have, it would not have been fluent (my English is not, and that is my first language). I also had a dream about nobody caring that my sock has a pear on the bottom - I am wearing that sock today.
Anyway, I had the idea and thought I had told Dad about it, but it turns out that telling him about it was in my dream, so at half five this afternoon we dashed out to the village shop to buy a bag of balloons. It only had two red (normal shaped) ones and so my idea of three red balloons did not happen, but one works well. I do not think that any more than one would have worked in the wind anyway. If we had thought about it before, we would have tried to get some helium balloons, because this required copper wire to keep it almost upright, and even then the wind hindered rather than helped.
Did you know that it is illegal to release helium balloons in many states of America? I can understand why, but it a balloon is properly inflated and not weighed down at all, the balloon should, in theory, raise to the point in the atmosphere (/troposphere/stratosphere - I cannot remember which part of the bit surrounding the earth) at which it will in a sense shatter into tiny, tiny pieces that do not do anything to harm wildlife. Of course, weather conditions can alter this, and if balloons are not properly inflated, or weighed down or there is anything else to prevent it reaching that point, then it can cause harm to wildlife.
Our young Navajo guide at the lower Antelope Canyon was only 19 years old. My age really showed when he dashed across the slot canyon.
We were unexpectedly caught out in an April shower one afternoon earlier this week & Flynn got - slightly - wet. He was unimpressed. The next day was nicer though & when he saw me getting ready to go out, Flynn barked & bounced about in excitement... However, we only got as far as the front garden gate, when Flynn put the brakes on & would not move for anything. He looked quite upset but I couldn't for the life of me work out what was wrong, so eventually, we just back inside.
As I stood in the hallway, wondering whether to try & coax him out again, or give up & take my shoes off, I asked Flynn "what do you want?". Obviously, I wasn't expecting a proper answer but I got one! Flynn dashed to where his waterproof winter coat was hanging up & stood in position for me to put it on, wagging his tail & staring at me. I laughed, he couldn't have been clearer if he'd used words! Flynn clearly didn't want there to be *any* risk of getting soggy two days in a row! Soon, Flynn was properly dressed & merrily prancing up the road, on his way to the fields! He looked a tad silly bundled in a jacket to be honest - the skies were clear blue, no signs of rain clouds & it was hot but Flynn felt happier in it, so never mind!! Glad he managed to communicate his wishes!
Anyway, this pic was taken a few days later, on a dry but overcast, hazy sort of day. Flynn didn't feel the need to request his jacket thankfully! It's long been one of his favourite places but we'd not made it up to this particular field for over a month, so it was good to be back & see the changes spring has brought. Whenever we visit, I like to pause in this spot, as I love the view beyond the old gate - regardless of the time of year, or the weather, it's always pretty. Flynn knows my habits, so he was content to flop down on the grass, for a nice rest! Taken for the black & white challenge in 52WfDs.
...Pauline's delight :D
Yeehaw! At last, my first ever sighting of the northern lights, and what a cracker! First, I must thank my good friend Rachael, whose husband Jon (www.flickr.com/photos/74575601@N02/) takes awesome images of the aurora, for sending me an `Aurora active---right now' alert last night!
When I dashed out, I was able to capture the aurora on my camera, but couldn't really see it with my eye, but I was still thrilled.
However, when I came back indoors to try to get a better vantage point from upstairs, things had hotted up, and I was treated to green light, green columns and purple columns snaking across the sky! Incredible :D
I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing to get photographs, so they aren't great. I took this one through my open bedroom window upstairs (aurora reflected in glass at the top), looking north towards Stewarton.
I was actually surprised at how spectacular it was to see, as from what I'd read, I'd assumed it would never be as good as photos. Although I didn't exactly know what I was doing to process this image, I think it accurately shows what I saw with my eye. Having said that, I don't think I've got any photos that really show how spectacular it was!
I've got a few other images to look through, so may upload more in the next day or so.
Things I've learned that I need to investigate for next time: I don't have a clue how to focus my camera when it's dark, and there's nothing to focus on; many of my exposures were too long when the lights were `snaking', most being about 8 seconds; this image was 4 seconds.
On passing through Moor Critchel, a beautiful tree lined avenue I have photographed many times I noticed there were wheat fields growing along the side so I decided to go back for sunset.
My hopes of leading line photos of the trees and the side of the wheat fields were dashed somewhat as there was what looked to be a mini car rally and lots of kids hanging around halfway down the avenue. No amount of arm folding, frowning and tutting was going to make a difference and my photoshop skills are not that good so I decided to just concentrate on the fields.
I think they did me a favour the field was looking stunning and well positioned for sunset.
Early sunrise this morning over Mount Baker. Mt Baker is an active volcano that dominates our horizon. I dashed out the door very early this morning when I saw the beginning of a spectacular sunrise. Fort Langley British Columbia Canada
Train #14 was a Tacoma to Chicago racks and stack train back in the BN days. Back in the 90s this train handled a lot of intermodal traffic across the northern Transcon with many intermediate stops. In 1997 the BNSF symbol became VTACCHC. Back in 1995, a dog breakfast consist dashed through the snow at East Dubuque on the Aurora Sub. Thank goodness that GP9 was added, probably keeping the train moving! :-)
Scanned slide on 3-05-95.
.....and a hint of cloud too!
Last night I received an aurora email alert, and I checked one of my favourite aurora websites which gives a more accurate indication of whether an aurora will be visible at my latitude. Was pleased to see a high number, so dashed outside for a trial shot in our street. A little colour was visible, but sadly, the lower part of the sky down to the horizon had a light hazy cloud layer just obscuring any colour low down. Normally, that part of the sky is filled with stars. Happy to see a little splash of red up high not being overpowered by our town's street-light glow. This was now the second aurora visible in Mount Gambier I have seen this year.
As it was a hasty shot, I did not even get out the tripod. Here, the Canon RP was just set on my front garden table propped up on my spectacle case!
Surprise auroras last night/this morning at 3ish am. I grabbed my winter gear and dashed out the door at around 2:45am. It took me about 10 minutes to get to this spot, but just as I did the lights begin to become more active. With the almost full moon shining bright, the auroras really had to try hard to be seen. I think they did okay. Added bonus in the foreground was finding this windswept patterns in the snow to compliment the background
It didn't matter I was under the weather. When I saw the sun drop and light rays begin to form along this cloud deck, I grabbed my camera and dashed out to Smith Rock to capture that brief moment when golden-hour fazes into blue-hour. Anyone who's tagged along on my Fickr page for very long knows how much I enjoy this unique Central Oregon feature and Oregon Scenic Wonder. One of the sport-climbing hot spots in North America, it's becoming a photographic hot spot also. I hope you enjoy this and other images I post of this alluring place.
Thank you for visiting and sharing this scenic wonder with me. Best to all!
Just revisiting a shot from way back and trying a different edit.
This was taken on the drive out to Flamborough Head Lighthouse and the storm was moving eastward on a parallel to the country road that we were on. Finally found a field entrance big enough to pull into without blocking it and dashed out into the field to try and get the shot - much to the bemusement of a couple of farm hands that were getting the crop in.
Just dashed up to Yosemite with some friends a whim for a weekend of winter wonderland. We shot sunrises on 4 hours of sleep when it was -4F outside, realfeel -18...and wouldn't have given it up for anything.
I thought I'd seen it all after I shot Midwinter Night's Dream last January, but yesterday morning's color, light, fresh snow, and crepuscular rays just left me humbled and speechless.
Yeah, I had a 20-page paper due tonight and three finals in the next three days.
...so what? I will let nothing stand between me and my dreams!!
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The Muntjac Deer has established itself as a wild species in the UK. This small deer, not much bigger than a medium sized family dog originate in China but following release from Woburn Park from 1901 onwards the have established themselves in great swathes of central and southern England plus the heartland of Wales. They are deemed a pest by many, but for me, it was. areal pleasure to comer across a new mammal in the UK countryside. This particular one almost caught me by surprise as it dashed across a farmers field near Hickling Broad.
This little guy was sitting on a leaf trying to act inconspicuous. He dashed under the leaf just after I snapped this.
A loaded ethanol train is seen cruising through Amsterdam doing all of 50 mph, with Citirail ES44AC 1515 leading CN C40-8M 2400. Unfortunately, hopes of chasing this nice consist down the River Line were dashed when CSX took the recrew off the train at Selkirk, and sent them on a westbound instead, leaving this tied down in the yard.
We were out and about, and spotted this lovely harbinger of spring in a location that caught the sun just right...
We had some airline points that were going to be expiring and free hotel stays that were burning a hole in our pocket, so we dashed off to Victoria, British Columbia for a couple of days. No big plans, just to 'wallow' in a place that, in Canadian terms, is a little tropical.
The steps were icily lethal this morning. I arrived as the sun was rising in an orange ball. So I dashed up the steps watching as the sun started to disappear behind an extremely low cloud base. And just as I thought I had seconds left to catch it, I pulled off my back pack and unzipped it to get my camera. Doh! No camera! I had left it in the car!
Lens test day three. Went to The Grove at lunch hour and saw this guinea fowl wandering around bravely in my presence but quickly dashed away…