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I had difficulty thinking what to choose from this week’s theme because I’m not in the least bit superstitious – neither do I wear such lurid nail polish as a rule, neither am I able to cross my fingers without them getting stuck in this position 😬
“To cross one's fingers is a hand gesture commonly used to wish for luck. Occasionally it is interpreted as an attempt to implore God for protection. The act of crossing one's fingers mainly belongs to Christianity. The earliest use of the gesture had two people crossing their index fingers to form a cross.
Common usage of the gesture traces back to the early centuries of the Catholic Church. Common use of crossed finger is found in the Christians who would cross their fingers to invoke the power associated with Christ's cross for protection, when faced with evil. In 16th-century England, people continued to cross fingers or make the sign of the cross to ward off evil, as well as when people coughed or sneezed”
Hey everyone, I hope you like the updates on my FT. Updates are the back, the back wheel, and the track section. I don't even know why I put all this extra stuff lol. I got some dios in the works, one Gothic Line and the other is a continuation of my last dio. I am currently inactive on skype due to difficulties soooo yea.
Thanks and God Bless,
-Brian
difficulty level: 4
§ fifteen §
But now let’s imagine a rude awakening, a plunge into reality, with everyone caught in the soup, .... .... .... ....
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
Some things in life are harder to understand then others, although everything has its own range of difficulty, depending on the perspective you are viewing at. I close my eyes praying to avoid this day, but I knew it would come. It had to come because life is a repeating cycle. So here's to the new beginning.
This is Casey. We had two shoots this past weekend, one on saturday afternoon and sunday morning. It was difficult which one to upload, AHH ! Enjoy the photos!
SOOC - straight out of camera
Shot in Manual
The Breithorn and Castor&Pollux. A view from the Klein Matterhorn. No. 127.
Breithorn
The north side of the Breithorn as seen from Gandegg
Elevation4,164 m (13,661 ft)
Isolation4.0 km (2.5 mi)[2]
Parent peakMonte Rosa
Location
Breithorn is located in Alps .
Canton of Valais, Switzerland.
Aosta Valley, Italy
Range Pennine Alps
Coordinates45°56′28″N 7°44′50″ECoordinates: 45°56′28″N 7°44′50″E
Climbing
First ascent1813
Easiest routeBasic glacier/snow climb
The Breithorn (from German: "large mountain"; 4,164 m) is a mountain of the Pennine Alps, located on the border between Switzerland and Italy. It lies on the main chain of the Alps, approximately halfway between the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and east of the Theodul Pass. Most of the massif is glaciated and includes several subsidiary peaks, all located east of the main summit: the Central Breithorn, the Eastern Breithorn, the Breithornzwillinge and the Roccia Nera. The main summit is sometimes distinguished by the name Western Breithorn. The nearest settlements are Zermatt (Valais) and St-Jacques (Aosta Valley).
View from the Klein Matterhorn (west side)
The Breithorn is considered the most easily climbed 4,000 m Alpine peak. This is due to the Klein Matterhorn cable car which takes climbers to over 3,820 m (12,700 ft) from Zermatt for a starting point. The standard route (SSW flank) is from the Italian side of the mountain (the south side) and continues over a glacial plateau before climbing to the summit on a 35 degree snow slope. However, inexperienced mountaineers may run into severe difficulty if caution is not taken near cornices or in bad weather. For experienced climbers wanting more of a challenge, the half traverse of the Breithorn crest is another option.
The Breithorn was first climbed in 1813 by Henry Maynard (climber), Joseph-Marie Couttet, Jean Gras, Jean-Baptiste Erin and Jean-Jacques Erin.
(Wikipédia)
Difficulties break some men, but make others.
Le difficoltà spezzano alcuni uomini, ma ne rafforzano altri.
(Nelson Mandela)
Ears: ^^Swallow^^ Gauged S for lel Evo X Ears
Earrings: CODEX_ZEUS EARRINGS SET (SWALLOW GAUGED S)
Glasses: BONDI . Dave Glasses
Hair: Modulus - Alfie Hair - Browns
Jacket: A&D Clothing - Jacket -Jackson- @ MENSELECTED Event
But besides some difficulties loading film and metering, I had an absolute blast bouncing along the hiking trail, photographing everything I could. Rain? No problems, the Konica can handle that. Can't see more than a few metres? Awesome! Fog makes photography much easier. :-)
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Camera: Konica Autoreflex T3 with 50 mm f1.8
Developed by Fotopro.
Digitised with a digital camera. Positive conversion, colour and levels done with Negative Lab Pro.
Difficulty on this shot was a 10! Just to get down to the falls from the trail is super sketchy. Fallen trees and boulders everywhere, the angles of everything were frustrating to compose. But, in the end I got this 1 shot and I love it!
My adorable little cousin had some difficulty putting on her sandals.
Strobist: 580exii at full power bounced off ceiling
95/365.
part of you always stays behind.
i want a new title. i hate this one.
concept was inspired by one of lissy elles photos.
my autofocus is effed. and i know a lot of people use manual for self-portraits, but to me its so hard. im half blind so i have a hard time focusing things through a tiny screen. i was sweating and exhausted by the end of this shoot. running back and forth trying to get that damned focus right was not exactly the most fun.
p.s. im thinking ill leave my print giveaway open for one week. ill close it on monday.
View from Mt Difficulty Vineyard in Bannockburn where we are having lunch. April 27, 2016 Central Otago in the South Island of New Zealand.
The Cellar Door at Mt Difficulty Wines is known as much for its dramatic views of rugged rock and thyme landscapes as it is for its stylish wine and food.
The unique microclimate of the Bannockburn area is partially created by the presence of Mount Difficulty which overlooks the southern Cromwell basin, and is the namesake of Mt Difficulty Wines. Mount Difficulty is integral in providing low rainfall and humidity for the region. Bannockburn enjoys hot summers, a large diurnal temperature variation and long cool autumns; conditions which bring the best out of the Pinot Noir grapes. These conditions, along with soils which are ideal for viticulture, provide an excellent basis not only for Pinot Noir, but also for Pinot Gris, Riesling, and Chardonnay. The soils are a mix of clay and gravels, but all feature a high pH level; grapes produce their best wines on sweet soils.
For More Info: www.mtdifficulty.co.nz/aboutus/ourstory.html
"Alexithymia is defined by:
1. difficulty identifying feelings and distinguishing between feelings and the bodily sensations of emotional arousal
2. difficulty describing feelings to other people
3. constricted imaginal processes, as evidenced by a scarcity of fantasies
4. a stimulus-bound, externally oriented cognitive style."
"A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor." Unknown.
Coast photography is fraught with difficulties. The sand that sneaks through each slit of the gear and can scratch our precious lenses, the wind that threatens to fall the tripod, the waves that uncontrollably break against the rocks where we stand, water in suspension that dirties filters and lenses, and so on. But it still offers such magical possibilities that it is difficult to resist.
In the province of Cádiz we have the wonderful "Costa de la Luz". When I returned here a few months ago to dedicate myself to photography, I did it with the idea of immortalizing the most incredible places of our mountains as well as our coast. Normally I go alone to photograph, but this day I was fortunate to be accompanied by the nature photographer Reklu Fernández. I could not imagine that in the best moment of the sunset we would be surrounded by a group of about ten "guys" who looked us defiantly. At first we thought we were going to suffer an assault, but after deciding to leave the place with relative ease and check that they were not following us, we came to the conclusion that their intentions were different. It is really sad to know that our coast is dangerous during the winter because the drug traffic is not controlled enough. I would like my photos to attract visitors to our province, but I am obliged to warn that at twilight it is better to avoid parts of the coast where you can find yourself alone. We left quickly and nothing happened. We will return in summer when the coast will be full of tourists and there will be more security. We will not give up taking more photos on the coast.
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"Ningún mar en calma hizo experto a un marinero." Anónimo.
La fotografía de costa está plagada de dificultades. La arena que se cuela por cada rendija del equipo y puede rayar nuestros preciados objetivos, el viento que amenaza con caer el trípode, las olas que rompen incontrolablemente contra las rocas donde nos situamos, el agua en suspensión que ensucia filtros y lentes, etc. Pero aún así ofrece posibilidades tan mágicas que es difícil resistirse.
En la provincia de Cádiz contamos con la maravillosa Costa de la Luz. Cuando volví hace unos meses aquí para dedicarme a la fotografía, lo hice con la idea de inmortalizar los lugares más increíbles tanto de nuestra sierra como de nuestra costa. Normalmente voy solo a fotografiar, pero este día tuve la suerte de ir acompañado del fotógrafo de naturaleza Reklu Fernández. No me podía imaginar que en el mejor momento del atardecer íbamos a ser rodeados por un grupo de unos diez individuos que nos miraban desafiantes. Al principio pensamos que íbamos a sufrir un robo, pero después de decidir abandonar el lugar con relativa tranquilidad y comprobar que no nos seguían, llegamos a la conclusión de que sus intenciones eran otras. Es muy triste saber que nuestra costa es peligrosa durante el invierno porque no se vigila lo suficiente el tráfico de drogas. Me gustaría que mis fotos atrajeran visitantes a nuestra provincia, pero me veo en la obligación de avisar que a la hora del crepúsculo mejor evitar partes de la costa donde os podáis encontrar solos. Nosotros nos fuimos rápido y no pasó nada. Volveremos en verano cuando la costa esté llena de turistas y haya más seguridad. No vamos a renunciar a hacer más fotos de nuestra costa.
E' difficile al giorno d'oggi navigare tra le stelle.
Tenersi in equilibrio tra lo sciocco e il vanesio, virare a dritta accostando il pazzo, mettersi al traverso per evitare la collisione con il presuntuoso, riaccostare a sinistra per cercare acque migliori dove poter mettere l'animo predisposto a solcare spazi certi per raggiungere la stella preferita.
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Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
From Wikipedia:
Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.
Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.
Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.
She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.
In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.
During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.
In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.
Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.
To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.
Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.
In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)
Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford
Visit : www.refordgardens.com
LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS
Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.
Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.
Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada
Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.
Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada
© Copyright
This photo and all those in my Photostream are protected by copyright. No one may reproduce, copy, transmit or manipulate them without my written permission.
In Florida, the difficulty of taking photos at the water level resides in the fact that there may be snakes in the grass and alligators in the water, which has nothing to do with the northern regions. When I shoot at the water level,
I check if alligators are close by and if there are snakes in the grass, but would I really see them ???
When the "locals" see me lying so close to the water, either they smile or they tell me that only tourists are not aware of the danger of doing so.
Some told me that they saw alligators attacking deer and would not want to be in my place.
En Floride, la difficulté de prendre des photos au niveau de l'eau réside au fait qu'il peut y avoir des serpents dans l'herbe et des alligators dans l'eau, ce qui n'a rien à voir avec les régions nordiques. Lorsque je prends de telles photos au niveau de l'eau, je regarde attentivement si des alligators peuvent s'approcher de moi et s'il y a des serpents dans l'herbe, mais est-ce que je les verrais vraiment???
Lorsque les "locaux" me voient ainsi étendu près de l'eau, soit qu'ils sourient ou soit qu'ils me disent que seuls les touristes font preuve de tant de négligence, qu'ils ont déjà vu des alligators s'attaquer à des cerfs, qu'ils ne voudraient pas être à ma place.
Orange county, Florida, USA
...towards the future.
The difficulties I find with merely existing (thanks to a personality disorder) make my life fairly dull and mundane. It's little adventures like this one to a building site that spice up my life. I'm nervous, so it gives excitement, I don't like heights so scaling structures is a thrill- that sort of thing. Tell most people I had a good night out at a housing development... and they probably wouldn't understand.
It was pretty cool getting this shot, as it was taken from an unfinished bridge. I've been to many a bridge in my time to get light trails, but this was quite different. Knowing I'm the very first photographer to get this view- that felt pretty special.
This is the first car-light-trail I've kept so far in my use of the Voigtlander 21mm. It's always been just that little bit *too* wide for my liking. This time though, it's helped me capture both the motorway and the construction site offices. It makes it that little bit different from my previous efforts.
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REFORD GARDENS | LES JARDINS DE METIS
Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
From Wikipedia:
Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.
Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.
Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.
She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.
In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.
During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.
In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.
Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.
To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.
Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.
In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)
Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford
Visit : www.refordgardens.com
LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS
Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.
Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.
Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada
Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.
Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada
© Copyright
This photo and all those in my Photostream are protected by copyright. No one may reproduce, copy, transmit or manipulate them without my written permission.
Belton House, located in a few miles north of Grantham in Lincolnshire, is a quintessential example of a late 17th-century country estate, built in the Carolean (Restoration) style. It was home to the Brownlow and Cust families for nearly 300 years.
The house was primarily built between 1685 and 1688 for "Young" Sir John Brownlow and his wife Alice, who inherited a vast fortune from a great-uncle. They chose a fashionable yet comparatively modest design, drawing inspiration from Roger Pratt's demolished Clarendon House in London, rather than a grand Baroque palace. The design is generally attributed to architect William Winde, with construction overseen by master mason William Stanton.
The Brownlow family were a dynasty of wealthy lawyers who began acquiring land in the area in the late 16th century. Successive generations, including the Cust family who later inherited the estate and were created Baron and then Earl Brownlow, made alterations to the interiors and gardens to reflect changing tastes and social status, though the external appearance remained largely unchanged.
Following the wars, the family faced mounting financial difficulties and death duties, common challenges for wealthy English families at the time. After attempts to keep the estate viable, including opening it to the public, the 7th Baron Brownlow donated the house and most of its contents to the National Trust in 1984.
Context can be an interesting thing. Often we talk about the difficulty of understanding an image when it is taken out of its context. But sometimes an image needs to be removed from its context to become more. I feel like this photo fits that latter category. As strange as it may sound, I almost didn't decide to even bother with this shot. Standing there at the edge of this lake, surrounded by this insanely gorgeous view and with the memories of the epic hike up fresh in mind, this little corner of Colchuck Lake seemed rather insignificant. It was pretty, but compared to the beauty around it it just didn't seem all that "worth it". It is a bit hard to explain, perhaps. The scale and grandeur of the mountains above the lake, plus the depth of color in the lake, the sense of pristine quiet, the crispness of the air that was both invigorating but also promising of harsher temperatures to come, the perfect reflection of everything above, the clear blue sky... it was all so rich that it made even this photogenic section seem a bit drab by comparison. But I made the photo anyway and in the end I am glad I did, because as the vibrancy of those memories faded and the context that this image was created in settled into more distant memory, the image itself came forward more. And looking at it now, I really appreciate the beauty it captured, even while I can still remember how it was but a fraction of the whole around it.
Pentax 67
Kodak Ektar 100
DRS pair 88009 'Diana' and 68004 'Rapid' double head the diverted 4M48 Mossend - Daventry intermodal into Millerhill Yard, with the 88 leading on diesel mode and the 68 assisting after coming round the unelectrified Edinburgh Sub line.
Having followed the train up towards the South end of the yard, I witnessed the 88 pan up and back down numerous times but it looked like it just didn't want to take power from the wires despite the valiant attempts from the driver. The train eventually departed the yard about 40 minutes after arrival, still with the 88 on diesel, and I imagine the driver would've attempted the coax the loco into drawing power after getting onto the ECML.
The later divert 4M82, worked by 88007 and 68006, experienced the same problems and sat for about 60 minutes in Millerhill, even longer than 4M48. I'm not exactly sure if the problem was to do with the wires in Millerhill, or if it was to do with the 88s having trouble switching to electric while working in multi with the diesel 68s, but nonetheless it delayed both services by quite some time and clearly puzzled the drivers.
I really have difficulty finding any images from my archive that relate to pigs; so I took a snap shot from the street vendor to show these spring (red) couplets that we can hang around our main doors to welcome the coming year with good fortune and I would love to wish you all the best in the year of the pig! Gong Xi Fa Cai (恭喜發財)!
A project that explores the difficulty of Japanese society in expressing itself frankly and truthfully, which has taken me far beyond what I initially thought, and it was pure grace. At first I decided to use butoh dance as a narrative device in order to help me and my subjects expressing what would have been impossible showing otherwise. Then relating to the difficulty to express themselves being marginalized for not conforming to the high standards of Japanese society, I wanted to portray some people without limbs who thanks to fashion, art and sport have been able to find new sources of beauty and meaning.
One of the major difficulties in outdoor lighting is putting the daylight where you want it.
This is accomplished mainly by scrims, backgrounds, and refectors. Here Johm, Jaeyson, and Brooks work out problematic lighting.
The set was in the back of an alley. The spot they chose was only in daylight. The objective to grab that little bit of light and direct it to where it is most needed.
One of the nice things about digital, is you can as many practice shots as you want to make adjustments. "Film guys" didn't have that luxury. We compensated . . . . film was relatively cheap. I bought bulk roles of color, B&W, and transparency film to load my own film rolls. Still you only have a loupe through which to determine of the negative is any good or not.
I do so love digital. but there is an urge to get back in the darkroom . . . at least for a bit.
For those of you that are Passport members, you can see the behind-the-scenes video above from when I took this photo. Tomorrow, I'll have the video where I edit this photo above along with two others. I had great difficulty choosing my "favorite" out of the three. I have a feeling that yours might be different than mine. I like this one though the most. It's more epic to me, and I really like the tiny figures in the photo to give all those mountains in the background some scale.
And if you're not a Passport member yet, please join! You'll get to see a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff like this as well as the brand new HDR Tutorial that was released just a few weeks ago!
- Trey Ratcliff
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The source of numerous psychic disturbances and difficulties occasioned by man's progressive alienation from his instinctual foundation, i.e., by his uprootedness and identification with his conscious knowledge of himself, by his concern with consciousness at the expense of the unconscious. The result is that modern man can know himself only in so far as he can become conscious of himself--his consciousness therefor orients itself chiefly by observing and investigating the world around him, and it is to its peculiarities that he must adapt his psychic and technical resources. This task is so exacting, and its fulfillment so advantageous, that he forgets himself in the process, losing sight of his instinctual nature and putting his own conception of himself in place of his real being. In this way he slips imperceptibly into a purely conceptual world where the products of his conscious activity progressively replace reality. Separation from his instinctual nature inevitably plunges civilized man into the conflict between conscious and unconscious, spirit and nature, knowledge and faith, a split that becomes pathological the moment his consciousness is no longer able to neglect or suppress his instinctual side.
-Carl Gustav Jung
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1. "Be a friend to yourself, and others will.",
2. "Have you smiled today? It is healthy for you to smile every day!,
3. "A lovely flower blossom looks its best in the sunshine.",
4. "The wonderful thing about flowers is how they smile when they bloom."
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Good morning everyone! Hope all is well with you!
I continue to have difficulties with flickr . . . . for some reason my contact's page is full of the same image from different people . . . . then when I click on the image it takes me to someone else's stream - whom I do not know! So, I am doing my best to visit -
be patient with me. Is anyone else having problems?
Wish everyone a great Monday and Thanksgiving week! e
If you have the time . . . this is really best seen on black.
I have difficulty identifying mushrooms to species and making this more difficult is the fact that some Boletus have recently been assigned the genus Suillus. If I have the species correct, perhaps this is correctly called Suillus edulus.
Also, maybe this is B or S. granulatus. These specimens are large (6-9 inches across). This and the other 3 that I photographed were growing along a road that the South Fork Tieton Trail, Yakima County, Washington crosses. Animals are eating them and apparently uprooted one of them.
My goal hike this trail to locate and photograph Spruce Grouse but I found none.
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and an optimist is one who makes opportunities of his difficulties :-)
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rose, 'Rainbow sorbet', little theater rose garden, Raleigh, north carolina
I have difficulty identifying mushrooms to species and making this more difficult is the fact that some Boletus have recently been assigned the genus Suillus. If I have the species correct, perhaps this is correctly called Suillus edulus.
Also, maybe this is B or S. granulatus. These specimens are large (6-9 inches across). This and the other 3 that I photographed were growing along a road that the South Fork Tieton Trail, Yakima County, Washington crosses. Animals are eating them and apparently uprooted one of them.
My goal was to hike this trail, locate and photograph Spruce Grouse but I found none.
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When I first visited the west coast of North America I had great difficulty identifying the various cormorant species. In breeding plumage they are easy, but for the rest of the year, and in juvenile plumage, they are difficult. In breeding plumage Brandt's Cormorant has a blue throat and a few white head plumes, and it is a bit bigger: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/54392497392/in/photolist Pelagic Cormorant has a white thigh spot and a tufted head and a small area of red skin on the face: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/14829399299/in/photolist And finally the Red-faced Cormorant is usually only in the far north and has head tufts and a larger area of orange on the face, not red as the name suggests: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/14853001059/in/photolist But both Brandt's and Pelagic occur right along the Pacific coast of the USA and Canada.
So what species are these in non-breeding plumage with no helpful colours, or crests, or thigh spots? Well these are all Pelagic Cormorants, apart from one Brandt's, which is the bird facing left just left of centre. You can see it is a bit bigger than the others with a thicker neck and bigger bill. It is usually the thin broom-handle neck that I use to identify Pelagic Cormorants as size is difficult to judge on isolated birds. The gull is Glaucous-winged by the way. I photographed them on an offshore rock near Zeballos on the west coast of Vancouver Island.
One last thing, when I started birdwatching most of the world's cormorants were in the same genus Phalacrocorax. But DNA has shown that these three North Pacific cormorant species (plus the recently extinct Spectacled Cormorant) are well separated, so have been placed in the genus Urile, which is the Russian name for Red-faced Cormorant, seen here showing its double head tuft: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/51873618680/in/photolist
No coração do Arouca Geopark, um grupo de caminhantes aventura-se pelo trilho PR14 – A Aldeia Mágica, uma rota com cerca de 4 km que liga Covelo de Paivó à isolada aldeia de Drave. O percurso, de dificuldade moderada, serpenteia por entre afloramentos rochosos de xisto e granito, típicos da Serra da Freita, e testemunha a resiliência da vegetação autóctone, que se regenera após incêndios florestais. A paisagem, caracterizada por vales e encostas, oferece vistas panorâmicas sobre as Montanhas Mágicas e conduz ao Poço da Cadela em Regoufe, um antigo complexo mineiro. Drave, desabitada desde 2009 e acessível somente a pé, recompensa os caminhantes com as suas casas de xisto e ribeira cristalina, servindo atualmente como base para atividades do Corpo Nacional de Escutas. A exposição solar ao longo do trilho exige preparação adequada para desfrutar plenamente desta paisagem serrana.
In the heart of the Arouca Geopark, a group of hikers venture along the PR14 trail – The Magic Village, a route of about 4 km that connects Covelo de Paivó to the isolated village of Drave. The route, of moderate difficulty, winds through rocky outcrops of shale and granite, typical of the Serra da Freita, and bears witness to the resilience of the native vegetation, which regenerates after forest fires. The landscape, characterized by valleys and slopes, offers panoramic views of the Magic Mountains and leads to Poço da Cadela in Regoufe, an old mining complex. Drave, uninhabited since 2009 and accessible only on foot, rewards hikers with its shale houses and crystal-clear streams, currently serving as a base for National Scout Corps activities. Sun exposure along the trail requires adequate preparation to fully enjoy this mountain landscape.
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Dramatic light on the peaks at Dream Lake. Lots of fresh powder meant difficulty finding foreground, but I quite like this snowdrift at the east end of the lake.
Whenever people suffered the difficulty in real life, they either faced the challenge with courage or hided themselves in their secret garden temporarily, made their sophicated thoughts within, and then find way to breakthrough again.
Have you ever own your secret garden ? It could be a real place in the world , or just a mental place at your mind, which made yourself feel safe & help you calm down from the suddently sufferings in real life.
Try to create the secret garden through the overlayering composition, it can be a place mixed with variable emotions, happiness, sorrow, hate, sadness, peaceful etc, not necesarry a subjective garden in vision, maybe just a private corner under the tree, on the meadow, or even the space between the leaves & air.. tell me how you think about your secret garden.
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You are looking at the roof (30 degrees) of a pumping-station. The colourfull roof of grass and plants caught my eye. I processed this one for the first time on my laptop and had difficulties judging the light and colors.
The shot:
Two handheld shots, RAW ISO 100, 10 mm, F/8 using the Canon 50D and Canon 10-22mm lens. I also used a B+W Polarizer Filter.
Photoshop:
The usual and some more photoshop stuff:'Hue/Saturation', 'Curves', 'Brightness/Contrast', 'Shadow/Highlights', 'highpass sharpening'
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All comments, criticism and tips for improvements are (as always) welcome.
I'm having difficulty letting go of the 'jack-o-lanterns as a metaphor for life' theme lately. Problem is, they are still out there. Most people in the village have stashed away their Halloween deco and cleaned up the remains. But here and there I come upon scenes like this with rotting pumpkins slowly dissolving into orange goo. For reasons I can't explain, I find them even more compelling now that I did when they were freshly carved. I think it's fueled in part by the sense of personality imbued by the facial features which are softening in the way I associate with elderly people. The effect is heightened by the manner in which the jack-o-lanterns are cast off and left to decay right where they were originally placed. I've had a lifelong fascination with sadness in the decay of objects that were originally intended to bring happiness. That concept is becoming less abstract for me these days. Deep down is a realization that, with each passing year, I have much more in common with these decomposing jack-o-lanterns than I care to admit.