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Grave Digger getting lots of air at the Monster Jam held at Scotia Speedworld tonight.
Featured in the Haligonia Flickr slideshow.
Day 47 or 365 - HDR Digger
Playing around with tone mapping a single exposure. I know it's a little cliche to go this far with HDR but it is fun to play with :-)
Mv Margaret Sinclair transporting an excavator to the Isle of Jura From Tayinloan pier. The digger owned by George MacNaughton and son of Lochgilphead, Argyll.
Pentacon six TL
Arsat 80mm F2.8
Kodak Ektar 100
A test shot to check shutter speeds on new to me pentacon six tl
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I've always wanted to be let loose with one of these!
There is a place anyone can...
Maybe for my 70th birthday!
سبحان من خلق وإبداع
bee size :5mm
nikon d3
STAKE SHOT BY : StackShot Macro Rail
JML optical 21mm f/3.5
shot at 9.25 :1 magnification.
stacking by zerene stacker PMAX
Stacked from 58 shot
DIST/STEP= .010mm
شكراً لك من مر من هنا
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Digger, Excavator? Don't really know what the correct name is for these contraptions.
At least it's neatly parked within the white lines in this car park.. ;-)
Digger and I worked together in 77 mapping Weardale.
In 79 the job was done and we moved in separate directions.
We met again earlier this year on Flickr.
DIGGER DANNY birthday cake - large 15' lower tier with edible digger cake on top and figurine of Danny with his digger drinking a beer
Auckland Cake Art unusual and contemporary wedding and birthday cakes and naughty cheeky hen and stag party cakes New Zealand, now on facebook!
Green Ibis
Scientific name: Mesembrinibis cayennensis (Gmelin, 1789)
Portuguese: Coró-coró
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Its the digger from Bob the Builder, I don't know what its name is. Borrowed from a nearby child on the beach.
I am not sure if this digger wasp is a female Crabro sp. Annoyingly I didn't notice the bug when I was there!
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When I was in elementary school, the girls gossiped about their mothers and their jobs and where they shopped or where they didn't shop, almost as if they put them into an imaginary competition. I sat listening to their dull droning pitchy voices, as a child myself I felt almost mad, and distraught, I wanted to join the conversation but shoot, I didn't even know where my mom shopped (not perceptive enough then to know that she never bought anything new unless essential, and even then, often putting purchasing whatever it was off until no longer needed or forgotten). I wasn't embarrassed, just confused as to why I didn't know these things about my mother. This is a photograph of my mom in her “thrifted” skirt she got at an annual clothes trade my family friends hold and her heirloom fur coat. Overlaid photographed perfume patterns sprayed onto printer paper. The perfume stains add to the piece's idea of childhood embarrassment and animosity towards parents through my memory of when a classmate asked, “Hey , where does your mom get her perfume?” she had a smile like she already knew the answer. I said “Bath and Body Works” in a sassy strong voice, knowing my answer was a lie. She said “No, because my mom goes there and your mom doesn't smell like my mom does.” My twin sister sitting next to me chimes in, “Alice doesn't she get her perfume at the co-op?” Rage flew within me as the blonde little girl said with a grin “Oh…I already knew that because your mom smells bad.” I knew full well she didn't but part of me wanted to believe her, take her torments as facts, I was embarrassed now, and mad at my mom for not being “normal”. She never went shopping or bought me the new toys and summer dresses most girls had, not wearing new clothes or sickly scented perfume. Now I realize that while I was sitting in that room fuming and flushed, she was in class getting her PHD in biology no one helping her, a single mother with twins. Even now it confuses me and makes me feel guilty that she has learned to live with so little, but she's my mom and she does it for us, and that is nothing to be embarrassed about.
Backhoe, excavator, power shovel, or perhaps digger. The mini variety. I have a friend that exports second hand power shovels from Japan to the rest of the word, such is their quality and proliferation in Japan.
Now this piece has broken a few records for us. One - it’s been the longest project we’ve ever been involved with. Taking over 3 years from start to finish! Just before the pandemic the client, a building consultancy firm, got in touch about us painting a mural for their office in Oxford Circus but just before we could have a meeting - lockdown! Since then it’s been stop and start but we’ve finally completed it. Things have changed about a bit in that time though. No longer is it a wall mural but a piece painted on some lovely bespoke wooden artist’s boards so that the client can take them if they ever move offices. Which brings me onto record two. It’s the largest piece we’ve painted that isn’t a wall.
After lockdown was over we managed to have a face to face meeting and then went back to the lab to come up with some designs. It was a pretty open brief but it was mentioned that a few people in the office had sausage dogs so maybe we could incorporate that into the design somehow. Eventually ‘Digger Dog’ was selected and refined and we could finally get to work. Given the size of the boards we had to work outside and the wettest July on record did not help at all with the schedule. Reaching completion was a joyous moment given how long it had been in the works.
Created on some lovely bespoke 150cm x 75cm museum quality artist boards using spray paint, stencils and paint pens, ‘Digger Dog’ was a pretty epic project. I just hope we get to use those boards again. They were a joy to work with.
Cheers
id-iom