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Seattle, WA. September 18, 2018. Shot on a Canon AE-1 and Kodak Ektar 100. Developed and scanned by The Darkroom.
I've witnessed a steady progression of technology in my lifetime. Things that seemed like pure fantasy when I was a kid are now commonplace. One of the most revolutionary of them all has got to be the smartphone. An extraordinary amount of capability that literally fits the palm of my hand. It's easy to take all of this for granted, but I can still recall a time when storm chasing was done almost entirely by intuition and guided by luck. Now I'm able to pull top a near real time Doppler radar display pinpointing the exact location and intensity of storms. It's so much easier to see what's going on around me and help steer me in the right direction. On this particular day I wasn't even storm chasing but merely driving home. The Doppler showed storms in the vicinity and some very heavy precipitation. This was confirmed by my own visual observation as my drive transitioned from bright sun to ominous dark clouds. About five miles on I found myself back in partial sun as my route took me beneath the boundary line of the storm. It was then I began catching glimpses of this monstrous wedge cloud through the passing trees. I had seen the bright red splotches on the Doppler display, but that didn't prepare me for the visceral impact of this. At that moment I drove out into the open over a local reservoir. There the cloud formation was fully revealed. I pulled over and ran from my car to the edge of the causeway. The storm was like a living being; swirling and circulating; constantly changing shape; spitting lighting bolts and creating gusty surface winds. I shot a few normal frames with the iPhone but couldn't quite capture a sense for the scale. I punched up panoramic mode and this is the resulting image. The same technological marvel that revealed the storm provided the means to document it (and later disseminate the image). And order a pizza. Just amazing.
der Berliner Weißen Flotte in Berlin-Oberschöneweide. Jahrzehntelang war der Dampfer in Westberlin unterwegs, doch als er im Mai 2022 in den Ostteil verlegt wurde, gingen die Herren Lokalpolitiker auf die Barrikaden und zeigten eindrücklich, was für Dorftrottel sie sind.
Whale shaped excursion ship, aptly named and always booked up
Porsche 935 Moby Dick @ Porsche Museum Stuttgart
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I like using the actions from Dave Seeram because he doesn't collapse the layers and you can then adjust them to your taste...Happy Sliders Sunday, Everybody!!!!
From LEGO Collectible Minifigures Series The Lego Batman Movie (71017)
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One of my closest friends Dick Pudles.
He is wearing Catwa's "Paul" mesh head.
I am wearing Catwa's "Gwen" (exclusive) head
Here's another version of the Dick Tracy camera, made by Seymour Products of Chicago.
There were three versions made. The most common one has a black faceplate with a silver band around its inner and outer perimeters. Less common is the version with a red faceplate, also with silver bands.
The one pictured here is much harder to find than the other two, and I believe it's the only "Chicago Cluster" camera without a silver band on its faceplate. Of the three Dick Tracy cameras, I think this is the coolest one.
Oddly, Seymour also spelled their name "Seymore" - even within the family of Dick Tracy cameras.
Spoilt for choice of titles here; Grave Robber, Highway Robbery, Dandy Highwayman, Essex Boy, Fallen Hero, etc, etc.
The truth of it was he wasn’t from York, he wasn’t the dashing outlaw of legend and he didn’t own a horse called Black Bess!
Dick Turpin was tried and executed in the city and his grave can be seen in an otherwise unremarkable graveyard.
Born in Essex, Turpin was a member of the violent Gregory Gang, becoming a highwayman when they split up. Having shot and killed a man who attempted to capture him he fled to Yorkshire. He stole horses in Lincolnshire and returned with them to Brough to sell, a trade which was exposed while he was in Beverley House of Correction having shot his landlord’s cockerel. He gave his name as John Palmer.
He was moved to York Castle, from where he wrote to his brother asking for help. His brother refused to pay the sixpence due on the letter and it was returned to the local post office – where Turpin’s old schoolmaster recognised his handwriting. His identity was revealed and he was sentenced to death.
At his hanging at Tyburn (Knavesmire, York), Turpin hired five professional mourners to follow him up the scaffold and he put on a show for the large crowd.
His body was dug up by a labourer and taken to the garden of a surgeon, who paid for corpses for illegal medical dissection. York people discovered what had happened and descended in an angry mob on the surgeon’s house, and Turpin was laid to rest for good. The doctor and the labourer were arrested and fined.
Turpin became a legend after his death. His story became linked in print with a legendary ride from London to York to establish an alibi, a tale previously attributed to the highwayman William Nevison. This fictional version was further established when it was included in an 1834 bestseller called Rockwood, in which the author Harrison Ainsworth added a new twist: that Turpin’s horse, Black Bess, expired at York after the record-breaking ride. None of this was true.
Not the original gravestone either, a local dog walker told me that her friend engraved this new stone twenty years back, then got a bill from the Council for disturbing the grave; Highway Robbery indeed!
This is one of the roses in my front yard.. I plan to replace a couple next spring but this one I want to keep.. Happy Sliders Sunday, Everybody!!
Here is Dick Armey in a nice looking pair cowboy boots. Seeing those worn soles coupled with that nice smile makes this, to me, a pretty good photo!
Blue Dicks Flowers. © Copyright 2023 G Dan Mitchell.
A cluster of spring blue dicks blossoms.
These beautiful – but oddly-named — wildflowers are all over the place in the San Francisco Bay Area during the spring months. They first appear during that magical period when the tall grasses are intensely green from winter rains, and then they stick around as the hills begin to turn brown or, as we like to say in California, “golden.” While I see these flowers every season, this was a banner year for them.
I often find individual blossoms or small groups blooming at the end of long, swaying stems. I like to photograph them from the side, often with some appropriate foliage background. But this group was so large and positioned low enough that I could photograph straight down into this nature bouquet, with its flowers in varying shades of blue and splayed out in all directions.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
Home of the Big Dick. This is a small chain in northeast Florida, started in Gainesville from what I understand. This one in is Jacksonville Beach. I had lunch here, and the burger was pretty good. I just had a regular burger, not the Big Dick. Pentax 17, Kodak 5222 (Double-XX), Rodinal 1:50.
Blue Dicks Flowers. © Copyright 2021 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
The oddly-named blue dicks flowers, which one source claims derives from a shortening of the genus name Dichelostemma.
This poor plant and its striking flower are “blessed” with a name that never ceases to provoke a chuckle or two. I’ve often wondered how the plant got that common name, and when I did a little quick searching while working on this photograph I could find only one answer — and, frankly, I don’t find it all that compelling. As per the description above, the claim is that it derives from the “Dich” in Dichelostemma, the genus name of the plant. I can sort of see that, except… my minimal background in German makes me want to pronounce that differently. On top of that, the flower isn’t really blue!
Having said all of that, it is a beautiful and graceful flower that is common in my neck of the woods and, according to sources I consulted, throughout the “southwestern United States.” The individual flowers grow in a group at the end of a long, slender stem. The location where I most often photograph them features a lot of shady backgrounds and nearby lush greenery.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
Astronaut Richard H. Truly, STS-2 pilot, peruses some teleprinter copy, floating partially about the middeck area of NASA’s space shuttle Columbia during one of 1,813 minutes of activity of STS-2. This photograph was recorded with 35mm camera in the hands of astronaut Joe H. Engle, STS-2 crew commander. Truly communicates with spacecraft communicators on the ground.
Credit: NASA
Image Number: s02-02-865
Date: November 14, 1981
All of my little rose garden is in bloom now.. I only have 5 bushes but it is so uplifting to go out and take a few shots of the beautiful flowers.. This was taken with a fairly new Mirrorless camera and I am amazed at how sharp it is... With an Adapter I can use all my lens and that makes me happy... I had put off buying one because I didn't want to have a different set of lens.... Processed in Topaz Studio with the Impression preset Georgia O'Keeffe Style...
I first started photographing graffiti in 1999, and in 2000 I setup a website to share my photos. Initially a mix of different subjects, but it soon became almost entirely of graffiti. I uploaded over 6000 photos to this site. Eventually Flickr came along a few years later and I started using that instead, and stopped updating the website. I shut it down completely a few years ago.
I occasionally get requests from people for photos of pieces by specific graffiti writers, and I thought it might be a good idea to upload them all to Flickr.
Most of these photos were taken on film, scanned, and saved at a small size, back in the day when people were still using 56k modems to connect to the internet and small filesizes were desirable. So apologies for the quality and size for some of these. Someday I'd like to get them all scanned in again at a higher resolution.
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