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I think only people with young kids that live nearby know his object exist. I never heard of this place before. I saw a picture of it , taken by an Hungarian photographer. When I was "in the neighborhood" earlier this month I knew I wanted to do a blue hour-shot. I really like those odd looking creations.
Enjoy!
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Wasn't expecting the first hoverfly of 2016 quite yet, and certainly not this species. I've never seen one before May before, so finding this in the kitchen today was really unexpected. Presumably it had been developing in the amaryllis bulb on the kitchen window-sill (it was outside in the summer), and a combination of central-heating and an unusual sunny windowsill had coaxed it out early. I feel guilty now....
"I didn't expect you here !"
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I was expected for a beautiful foliage there but not all the leaves gone yellow/red yet, I guess maybe next week would be the best pick time of the foliage season in there - Franconia Ridge Loop (NH)
Due to continuous warm weather in Tokyo, Sakura is to full bloom one week earlier as expected!
This weekend is best for Cherry Blossom Viewing (HANAMI)
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Apologies for anyone expecting something Star Wars related - the doctor has landed!
Having uploaded a photo of my TARDIS exterior, I just had to have a go at building an interior to go with it (or should I say inside it? ;) And having made the hexagonal console for the 11th Doctor's TARDIS more than 3 years ago, I felt it was about time (pun intended) to finally put it to use.
Its hard to think about building this incarnation of the TARDIS without Xenomurphy's incredible recreation coming to mind. So instead of attempting to make the full blown room as he has, I opted to do a condensed version, incorporating all the essentials but not aiming for total accuracy. That said, I have borrowed many design ideas from his model most notably the curved section of wall which is more or less a direct copy. I doubt this would of turned out even half as good without his incredible model so be sure to check out if you haven't already! :)
At some point I want to take some photos of this illuminated, with LED lights shining through the floor... once I figure out how to actually put lights in this thing that is...
Until then though, please let me know what you think and if anyone has any advice about how to use and photograph LEDs effectively I'd be really grateful :)
"I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera." -William Butler Yeats
She really wanted to do something similar to Christina Aguilera's maternity pictures, and we both love the way this one turned out. :)
Expect unexpected!😉 Late saturday update because I'm finally able to do that. Hope that you have missed me a little😊 Anyway as you can see, some new stuff is coming... Don't forget to check next week, because I'm back for a while!
I certainly didn't expect to see this, it's owned by the same garage as the first Forward Control I spotted a few years back
We are expecting a snowstorm to begin tomorrow and to last into Sunday. Despite the hype from the media, we'll be fine. We know how to prepare. Just ask Stormy, the goat. He just smiles.
We made it to Warsaw with hopes of catching a train in the street. There wasn't much hope as we had less than hour before the sun set. The detour had cost us some time here but things would work out here later. Alas, no street running this night but we did catch this consolation prize, A CF&E westbound with RCPE 3481 leading the way right at dusk. Seen here banging across the NS diamond in Warsaw, IN
I expected today at work to be crap. Just when everyone else is preparing to get away for a sunny Bank Holiday weekend everything conspires against our industry. Everyone clamours to get their exports picked up early. There's more to pick up than usual as they have to compensate for Monday being a holiday. And the moment we pick up they are off in their cars clogging the roads up whilst our trucks try to do their job. And then some idiot has a wheel fall of their caravan and causes mayhem on the motorways.
It always makes it a fight for us to finish everything off. As predicted it was pretty late when I eventually locked up the business for the weekend. The alarm completed its set, and I took a deep breath of nice cool fresh air. Such a relief it was over. I could finally relax. I turned towards the car park and my eyes, went up and up and up. What a crazy pinkish vapour trail arcing up over my head! Wow, like a rocket had blasted off from Manchester airport. It lifted my soul so much! And I stood and looked and I suddenly got the thought that was one happy pilot, jigging with his joy stick. Bobbing and jigging across the sky in time with the beat. It must have been a fun plane to be on. There he was with the crew in the cockpit, costumes on, with this song blaring over the speakers and throughout the cabin. All the passengers were on their feet, dancing in the aisle. Crying at the discoteque. www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CiOWcUVGJM
“A round man cannot be expected to fit in a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape.” — Mark Twain
Captured along the shores of Lake Michigan near Milwaukee, WI.
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7DWF, Sundays: Fauna
Sliders Sunday
Years had passed since that strange day in the woods when Riding Hood, then still known as "Little Red", visited her ailing grandmother to bring her quinoa-amaranth cake and aronia wine. Grandmother had behaved so peculiarly that day. She had not scolded Little Red for leaving the path to pick get-well flowers for her, as Little Red would have expected. Instead, grandmother had begged her, in an unusually deep and raucous voice, to come closer and give her the warmest welcome kiss, despite the bad cold she had. That was so odd. Little Red loved to cuddle with her grandmother, and the welcome kiss was a beloved ritual, but never when grandmother had a cold; grandmother would never risk to pass on a cold to her beloved granddaughter. And while Little Red had readily disobeyed her mother not to leave the path under any circumstances when she saw those pretty flowers on a small clearing (and she vaguely recalled that she heard a soft whisper "There, flowers for grandma, you'll be back on the path in no time...", just before she actually saw the most beautiful flowers, flowers that normally don't grow in a forest...), she now as readily obeyed her mother's instructions to put the food basket on the table, and return home straight away.
As she left, she heard grandmother calling out to her, "But how about a goodbye kiss for your grandmother, Little Red, please come back, I could eat you..." Wait a minute. What?!? Agitated by a sudden qualm Little Red rushed home, where she told her mother all about grandmother's weird behaviour. Her mother reassured her that people with an elevated temperature often said strange things and that they would check on her the next morning. But when they arrived, grandmother's house was abandoned, and all they found was a short notice saying that grandmother was off to pastures new.
Years went by, the little house in the forest faded into obscurity, and Little Red, who grew up and turned into Red, received Birthday and Christmas postcards from grandmother from places all over the world every year - but grandmother never returned home to her little house in the forest. In the year Red turned 18 she received one last letter from grandmother. It contained the keys to her little house in the forest. Red, who just got her driving licence, didn't hesitate and grabbed the keys for her vintage VW beetle to check grandmother's house out. Could be a cool place to celebrate her driving licence with her friends... But when she arrived, a sense of foreboding seized hold of her... There was a light in the window, and she heard that soft whisper again... that deep, raucous voice calling out for her...
He'll always find her...
OK. Thank you so much for reading this far ;-). Here's some info on the image, if you are interested: While this is indeed a heavily processed image, it's not a photo manipulation, because I've neither added (except for the rain texture) nor removed elements here. Wolf and car (and window) can be found exactly as seen here at the German Museum of Technology in Berlin. Processed to conceal the museum's setting as best as possible and to give it a "Coming home late at night and getting an unpleasant surprise scary movie touch": I've added a light effect and black frame/vignette in Analog Efex, added the rain texture in ON1 Photo RAW (a preset texture; I have my own bokeh and sky/cloud textures/photos, but no rain textures). Increased the wolf's eyes saturation in PS, and added "Indian Summer (style 3)" and "Kodak Ektachrome 64 Pro Film Efex Modern" filters in Color Efex. And some other things which I don't recall exactly ;-)
Wishing you Happy Fauna, HSS and a beautiful Sunday, dear Flickr friends!
Als Rotkäppchen endlich ihren Führerschein bekam...
...war der ganze, vergessen geglaubte Ärger mit Großmutter und dem Wolf wieder da. "Rot", wie sie sich, mittlerweile volljährig geworden, seit Kurzem nannte, erinnerte sich nur zu gut an jenen Tag im Wald, als Großmutter mit einer dicken Sommergrippe im Bett lag und sie dazu verdonnert worden war, ihrer Großmutter eine Stärkung vorbeizubringen. "Bleib auf dem Weg", hatte ihre Mutter ihr noch hinterhergerufen. "Und komm gleich nach Hause!" Als sie aber an diesen wunderschönen Blumen auf einer kleinen Lichtung vorbeikam - Blumen, wohlgemerkt, die in keinem Wald der Welt wachsen würden; und hatte sie nicht kurz zuvor diese sanfte, tiefe Stimme gehört, die sie auf just jene Blumen aufmerksam machte? - schlug sie die Warnung ihrer Mutter in den Wind und pflückte ein paar davon. Großmutter würde sich bestimmt freuen.
Als sie das Häuschen ihrer Großmutter betrat, merkte Rotkäppchen gleich, dass etwas anders war als sonst. Großmutter schimpfte sie nicht aus, weil sie den Weg verlassen hatte, sondern bedrängte sie mit einer ungewöhnlich rauen und tiefen Stimme (bestimmt nur die Erkältung), ihr ein Begrüßungsküsschen zu geben. Am besten zwei. Das war zwar stets ihrer beider liebgewonnenes Ritual, aber nicht, wenn Großmutter erkältet war; niemals würde sie ihre über alles geliebte Enkelin anstecken.
Rotkäppchens ungutes Gefühl wurde stärker, und so tat sie nur zu gern wie ihr geheißen, stellte den Imbiss auf den Tisch und machte sich auf den Heimweg. Als sie schon aus der Tür war, hörte sie wieder diese seltsam raue Stimme ihrer Großmutter: "Komm zurück, mein Schatz, gib mir wenigstens einen Abschiedskuss. Ich hab Dich doch zum Fressen gern!" Wie? Was?!? Rotkäppchen nahm die Beine in die Hand und eilte heim. Als sie und ihre Mutter am nächsten morgen nach Großmutter sehen wollten, fanden sie das Haus verlassen und auf dem Küchentisch einen Zettel vor. Großmutter wolle sich neuen Herausforderungen stellen und brauche frischen Wind um die Nase. Seit diesem Tag bekam Rotkäppchen jedes Jahr einen Geburtstags- und Weihnachtsgruß von den entlegensten Orten der Welt, Großmutter kehrte aber nie mehr in ihr Haus im Wald zurück. An ihrem 18. Geburtstag errreichte Rot ein letzter Brief: Er enthielt die Schlüssel zu Großmutters Haus im Wald. Da sie gerade ihren Führerschein gemacht hatte, schnappte Rot sich die Schlüssel zu ihrem Käfer, Baujahr 1967, um das Häuschen zu inspizieren. Das wäre bestimmt ein cooler Ort für ihre Führerschein-Party. Als sie aber ankam, beschlich sie wieder jenes mulmige Gefühl von einst. Zu recht, wie sie bald merken würde...
Wer es bis hierhin geschafft hat, vielen Dank für's Lesen. Infos zum Foto: Diese "Szene" mit dem alten VW-Käfer und dem dahinter hervorkommenden Wolf, inkl. Fenster, gibt es exakt so im Deutschen Technikmuseum in Berlin-Kreuzberg zu bestaunen. Um die Museumsumgebung zu verstecken und dem Bild einen leichten Gruselfilm-Touch zu verleihen, habe ich in Analog Efex einen Lichteffekt und Schwarzen "Lichttisch"-Rahmen und Vignette hinzugefügt, dann in ON1 Photo RAW die Regentextur (voreingestellt; ich habe eigene Bokeh- und Wolkenfotos für Texturen, aber keine Regenbilder), in PS die Sättigung der gelben Augen erhöht und in Color Efex die Filter "Indian Summer" (Stil 3)
und "Modern Film Efex" (Kodak Ektachrome 64 Pro) hinzugefügt. Und noch anderes, aber so ganz genau bekomme ich das nicht mehr zusammen ;-)
Ich wünsche Euche einen schönen Sonntag, liebe Flickr-Freunde!
San Antonio, 9 meses después
Durante un largo lapso de tiempo estuve sin viajar hasta El Tabo y San Antonio, y mucho que se notó hasta el fin de semana pasado. No obstante, con plena satisfacción pude viajar para reencontrarme con mi familia, y aparte de dicha felicidad, también pude revisitar los lugares citadinos (y los no tanto) de dicha zona, los cuales –en algunos sectores- están exhibiendo profundos cambios.
El Puerto de San Antonio está cambiando…
Y bastante diría, por un lado, la construcción del Puerto Central (segundo terminal del Puerto de San Antonio) avanza rápidamente, con sus primeros metros lineales ya finalizados y sus dos primeras grúas pórtico Liebherr (de cuatro en una primera etapa) con montaje finalizado, mientras que el principal terminal de San Antonio, STI –o San Antonio Terminal Internacional- ha estrenado dos –y enormes- grúas pórticos de origen chino (fabricadas por ZPMC) que permiten la operaciones de barcos de mayor altura (post panamax), de cara a la entrega de la ampliación del Canal de Panamá. Estos trabajos han creado muchas expectativas sobre el anuncio del Puerto a Gran Escala (PGE) en la ciudad de San Antonio.
Desde aquí, la media vista
La Av. Antonio Núñez de Fonseca conecta San Antonio y Cartagena (además de todos los otros balnearios ubicados al norte), y justo cuando esta avenida deja la ciudad existe una curva que entrega una increíble panorámica al Puerto de San Antonio (con ambos terminales portuarios), al Océano Pacífico y también hacia el sur, con una buena vista hacia Rocas de Santo Domingo e incluso hasta sectores ubicados en la Región de O´Higgins (visto desde un avión o Google Earth, San Antonio está en una suerte de herradura) cuando el viento sur está fuerte
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We can regularly expect to see two of our four US Sapsuckers up here. The other one that is regular (if not common) is the Williamson's. The Red-breasted is primarily a West Coast bird, and the Yellow-bellied is mainly an Eastern bird... although Sapsucker vagrants may show up anywhere in North America. Our constructed bird oasis draws in nearly all of the avian population to be found in this area. This bird has stopped at our pond for a drink and has conveniently parked on one of my photo props. The small patch of white under her chin suggests her sex. She is clearly a first-year bird.
IMG_9180; Red-naped Sapsucker
Ayer por la tarde no tenía nada que hacer y me acerqué un rato a la estación de O'Donnell, sin muchas expectativas la verdad, ya que los martes por la tarde no suele haber mucho movimiento por allí. Efectivamente, me fui a casa tan solo con 2 mercancías. Lo bueno fue que cuando salió el MegaCombi, lo metieron a contravía y mientras que avanzaba lentamente hacia donde estaba yo apareció una 470 por la vía directa rebasándolo a buena marcha justo delante de mí, por lo que me llevé una foto decente a casa. La Traxx del Megacombi era la 253.034 y la UT era la 470.111M cubriendo el R. Express Barcelona-Madrid.
I found this doe lying back at the edge of the woods in the backyard, taking what I'm sure is a heavy load off her hooves.
She looks just about ready, and will probably drop her fawn(s) any day now.
Time for the babies!
I expected this year to be tough. The convention was right in my backyard (how long had I wished for that to happen?) and yet, I decided to not attend (after wanting to attend for years). I worried that I would regret the decision, that there would be too many dolls I would want to buy on the secondary market (we know the pain of dealing with markups). Thankfully, the situation turned out not as painful.
The dolls were all pretty, the Poppy offerings were awesome, but I ended up wanting surprisingly few. After much deliberation, I got myself Nadja (complete) and only the complete outfit of Sting Agnes.
I don't regret not attending BUT I totally would if I were a Poppy fan. Now, waiting eagerly for my purchases to arrive :))
Wonderful happens when you least expect it.
Hazel and I were sitting on the front porch, and I felt something on my arm. I looked and it was a itty-bitty little jumping spider.
I blew him off my arm and forgot about it. A minute later it was back. This time I put my hand down to see what it would do. It jumped and set a string of web, hit the ground and ran away.
A few minutes later it's back. It was sitting on my knee. I dangled it from its web, put my hand down and it climbed onto my hand and jumped onto the bench that I was sitting on.
I went inside and got my camera and macro lens and hoped that he'd stay for a portrait session. I was glad to see him sitting there waiting for me.
I photographed him until he decided that he was bored with me.
The next day I decided to go out, sit on the bench, and see if he was still around. I sat there for a little while and I didn't see him. I went back inside and sat at my desk. I moment later I see some movement on the sleeve of my shirt... and lo and behold, it was my little spider friend. I decided to name him Boris.
I took him outside and sat him on the bench. He wandered around a bit then disappeared into a crevasse in the bench.
That was the last time that I saw him. I thought that my time together with this awesome little spider was pretty darn cool. It also gave me some insight into how intelligent these creatures are. I'll never look at a spider the same again.
Wasn't expecting to see these in Dover today!, and this vehicle was on SouthEastern Trains Rail Replacement Services From Dover to Canterbury East and is one of 3 new arivals at YMS Travel this week, and was on its first day in service.
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Altocumulus,Also known as a mackerel sky.
My Backyard,Lockrose SE,Qld,Australia.
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The miniatures were positioned and designed in such a way that it mimicked the blowing of a strong wind. And an expecting mother was trying her best to be on her foot.
love these letters made from wood :) picture from the same session.
natural light, picture taken indoor.
Well this one was a dud.
By the title and liner notes I was expecting a book about birding, what I got was the memoir of an overprotective mother, her awkward teenaged son, and her struggle to let go. It was obvious the family led a privileged lifestyle, so I found her constant whining over trivial issues a bit hard to stomach as well.
Not a book I would recommend. After all the woman even made a cruise around the Galapagos Islands in a private yacht sound boring.
Snow date during an unexpected snow storm in White Rock while walking on the pier
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