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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 expect them to start walking across the skyline like the hammers in the Gerald Scarfe video for Pink Floyd's "Another Brick In The Wall!.
I spotted this amazing looking flower called Fiddleneck beside a field of White Mustard when the stand out shape and colours caught my eye, I wanted to shoot it there and then but it was just too windy , so I picked it and brought it home where it stands in water waiting for Jane to try to cultivate it. Since I took this image it has totally changed, got bigger and sprouted another two heads so expect an update on it soon.
May the fourth be with you.
20132+098 790825 Birmingham New Street for 1020 Man Piccadilly-Plymouth.
In the 70’s & 80’s with BR being a single entity everything was done to keep the job going.
Here 20132 & 20098 arrive at New Street to take over the 1020 Manchester Piccadilly to Plymouth which they worked to Bristol and then another train back to Gloucester.
This was not at all unusual as Control just wanted the trains to run and they would have allocated a Saltley crew for such a job as they would have the required route and traction knowledge. I’ve seen DMUs and EMUs sent out on express jobs if nothing else was available.
25th August 1979
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
Two intermodals pass at Ickles near Rotherham Central . In the distance the trailing wagons of the GBRF 4E53 Felixstowe - Tinsley . Just having left Tinsley the 4L85 Tinsley - Felixstowe is in the hands of 66503 .
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The fog had lingered longer than expected, and with it came a slump—too many mince pies, too much cake, and zero motivation to pick up the camera. That was until last night, when my wife gave me a much-needed push: "Just go, and stop moaning, will you?" Who was I to argue?
Thirty minutes later, my camera bag was packed, walking boots on and I was driving out of Pershore into the misty night. The streetlights struggled to cut through the swirling fog, but eventually, I reached my parking spot at the bottom of Sugarloaf Café. As I stepped out into the thick fog, I reassured myself that the cloud top was low enough to climb above it. I wasn’t wrong.
By the time I reached the junction between Sugarloaf Hill and the Beacon, I was clear of the fog. The hike, though simple for most, was a challenge for my office-bound fitness. Frequent stops and self-promises that it would be worth it kept me going.
At the summit, I was rewarded with a breathtaking view. A sea of fog blanketed the landscape, illuminated in patches by the streetlights of Malvern and distant villages. Above, the clear winter sky sparkled with constellations. It was humbling and entirely worth the effort.
The descent, however, was another story. Just past midnight, the temperature dropped from 4°C to 0°C, and the wind shifted, causing the fog to rise and engulf the Beacon. Visibility plummeted to about a foot
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Navigating the pitch-dark paths with no ambient light from the town was nerve-wracking. Losing the footpath in the dense fog was a real risk, but a trusty torch, local knowledge, and a bit of self-talk saw me safely back to the car. Wet and tired, but satisfied, I headed home.
I wasn't expecting this when I went down into the 96th Street subway station this afternoon, on my way downtown to take some "Streets of New York" photographs in the SoHo district of Manhattan ...
And there wasn't much to it: no band, no keyboard, no guitar, no fancy electronics. Indeed, it didn't even look like this guy was even soliciting donations.
Just singing ... and keeping the rhythm and beat to himself.
Still, it was a nice way to pass the few minutes before the express train arrived ...
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This is part of a set of "subway music" or "street music" that I encountered on various subway platforms and trains in 2015, and which I video-recorded on the spur of the moment, typically with my Canon G7X digital camera or (in this case) my iPhone6+ cameraphone.
As such, it's a continuation of a series of subway photos that I began in the spring of 2009, and which you can find here. I created another Flickr set here in 2010, with photos from IRT subway stations at 96th Street, 42nd Street (Times Square), and Christopher Street/Sheridan Square (in Greenwich Village).
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Over the years, I've seen various photos of the NYC subway "scene," usually in a relatively grim, dark, black-and-white format. But during a spring 2009 class on street photography at the NYC International Center of Photography (ICP), I saw lots and lots of terrific subway shots taken by my fellow classmates ... so I was inspired to start taking some myself.
One of the reasons I rarely, if ever, took subway photos before 2009 is that virtually every such photo I ever saw was in black-and-white. I know that some people are fanatics about B/W photography as a medium; and I respect their choice. And I took quite a lot of B/W photographs of my own in the late 60s and early 70s, especially when I had my own little makeshift darkroom for printing my own photos.
But for most of the past 40 years, I've focused mostly on color photography. As for photos of subways, I don't feel any need to make the scene look darker and grimier than it already is, by restricting it to B/W. Indeed, one of the things I find quite intriguing is that there is a lot of color in this environment, and it's not too hard to give some warmth and liveliness to the scene...
To avoid disruption, and to avoid drawing attention to myself, I'm not using flash shots; but because of the relatively low level of lighting, I'm generally using an ISO setting of 3200 or 6400, depending on which camera I'm using. As a result, some of the shots are a little grainy - but it's a compromise that I'm willing to make.
I occasionally use a small, compact "pocket" camera like the Canon G-12, but most of my photos have been taken with my somewhat large, bulky Nikon D300 and D700 DSLRs. If I'm photographing people on the other side of the tracks in a subway station, there's no problem holding up the camera, composing the shot, and taking it in full view of everyone. But if I'm taking photos inside a subway car, I normally set the camera lens to a wide angle (18mm or 24mm) setting, point it in the general direction of the subject(s), and shoot without framing or composing.
What I find most interesting about the scenes photographed here is how isolated most people seem to be. Of course, there are sometimes couples, or families, or groups of school-children; but by far the most common scene is an individual standing alone, waiting for a train to arrive. He or she may be reading a book, or listening to music, or (occasionally) talking to someone on a cellphone; but often they just stare into space, lost in their own thoughts. Some look happy, some look sad; but the most common expression is a blank face and a vacant stare. It's almost as if people go into a state of suspended animation when they descend underground into the subway -- and they don't resume their normal expression, behavior, and mannerisms until they emerge back above-ground at the end of their ride.
Anyway, this is what it looks like down underground ... or at least, this is what it's like in the stations I've visited and photographed so far. If I feel energetic enough in 2011, maybe I'll try to photograph people in every subway station. It would be interesting to see what kind of variety can be seen...
Don't expect to be alone on the Tre Cime di Lavaredo hiking trail in the summer, it is one of the most popular and relatively easy trails in the Dolomites, Italy.
Really wasn't expecting to see this driving through Dover this evening, and although I didn't know where it was actually heading at the time, I did see it in the distance driving along the M20 towards Folkestone and Assford and eventually Eastbourne, and as it drove past me I also noticed that just out of sight under the steering wheel, it appeared to have a sign that read "Disposal Vehicle, Do Not Use", so who knows this could be the last time we see it with Stagecoach.
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw Yesterday!!
Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!
(more details later, as time permits)
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I’m not sure what I expected when I walked out of my hotel one morning during my vacation visit, jumped into a taxi, and asked the driver to take me to the Berlin Wall — but not this.
My driver patiently explained, in English that was far superior to anything I might have dreamed of attempting in German, that there was really one one section of the wall (also known as the East Side Gallery) that remained intact — on Mülenstraße, which was only a few kilometers from my hotel. So off we went, and my driver smiled as I got out of the cab, with a pleasant request to “Enjoy yourself!”
I’m not sure “enjoy” is how I would characterize this experience … but it was one that I’m certainly glad that I had. The section of the wall along which I walked was separated from the Spree River by a grassy knoll about 50 yards wide (though I subsequently learned that the border itself, back in those days, was the river) … so I could get some distance and perspective as I looked at some of the vivid artwork. And that was on the “back side” of the wall; there was more street art on the “front side” that ran along Mühlenstraße. I walked both sides, several times, and did my best to photograph everything…
I don’t think there’s much point in my translating, explaining, or even commenting on the photos you can see here; there are 105 altogether, and they speak for themselves, with messages that are pretty self-explanatory. There may be a few phrases in German that you don’t understand; but Google will help you out.
One of the signs commemorated the 25th anniversary of the reunification of Germany—which, of course, was an almost immediate consequence of the collapse of East Germany, and the dismantling of the wall. But it made me wonder: how long will any of this last? It’s obviously meaningful to me and my generation; and if my parents were alive, I’m sure it would take their breath away. As for my children’s generation, and their children’s generation … well, who knows?
And a hundred years from now, will any part of this one small stretch of the old wall, which runs for only 1.3 kilometers, still be standing?
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!
You probably thought what I did: If I post to an award group that requires 3 awards, then I should expect 3 awards, on average. Obviously, any given photo will get more or less, but you figure on average you should get as much as you give, right? WRONG!!
I’ve done a systematic study of how many awards the different award groups give out, and the bottom line is this: The half of Flickrites who do actually give out rewards get nothing in return from the other half of the Flickrites who post and run.
If you’re posting and running, shame on you. If you’re posting and being honest, then you should check out the list below to see which award groups are best and worst.
Details of the study are below; I welcome any data that the group admins wish to share, or from anyone would like to validate these findings. I realize my sample is small and would like to get more data...
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Purpose: Do you get as many rewards as you give in Flickr award groups?
Method: Sample 20 Flickr award groups. Go to page 24 and count the number of awards given to the first 12 pictures; this is deep enough in the pool that awards have stopped, but not so deep that many images have been pulled. I validated a sample of 12 was sufficient.
Result: From a total sample of 240 images posted to award groups, you get 59% of the awards you give out, or roughly you have to give two awards in order to get one. There is huge variation amongst the groups, as you’ll see in table below.
Discussion: At a practical level, it appears that there are two things that contribute to a higher percentage of reciprocity. First, group cohesion makes a difference—for example Shining Star has a relatively higher percentage because many of the members are contacts with each other. Second, a mechanical pool sweeper, if properly used, makes a HUGE difference, e.g. Global Village 2 and Flickr Hearts. The results also show that there are lots of Flickrites who don’t play by the rules. In the case of group awards, without a pool sweeper there is absolutely no penalty for posting and running because there’s no way to get caught.
Group averages… For example, A+++ has 70%, meaning that for every A+++ award you give, you get 0.7 back… Some of the averages are above 100% because of sampling error, and because of multiple invites.
My Winners, 116%
Better Than Good, 116%
Global Village 2, 110%
Flickr Hearts, 88%
A+++, 70%
The Other Village, 70%
Shining Star, 68%
Music to My Eyes, 64%
Dragon Fly, 63%
Flickr Stars (newer one), 62%
Flickr Rose, 60%
Flickr Special, 56%
Perfect Photographer, 40%
Abstract Art Awards, 40%
Photographers Gone Wild, 37%
Peoples Choice, 37%
Colour Art Awards, 30%
Eperke, 24%
Flickr Stars (older one), 20%
I Think This is Art, 7%
(Explore)
... for his Flickr friends. He is still sick but it's not too bad at the moment although he doesn't feel like playing my photo model. I could only take a quick snapshot when he was distracted. As soon as he notices the camera he either turns away or closes his eyes or looks awfully grumpy. It seems that we have managed to get rid of his parasites but right now the cat flu strikes again. That was to be expected because of the cold weather and because he always reacts with a flu episode when he has to take antiparasitika. As the cold season has only just started we will face several more episodes like this one in the next months and more serious ones too.
Good morning everyone. Sorry about the late posting today. Lots of thunderstorms moving through the area and I couldn't post earlier. Still pretty active weather, which is expected to last all weekend so I might be offline more than on.
Interesting story about these in-flight shots of a Prince Baskettail (Epicordulia princeps) so please bear with me while I share it.
With most dragonflies species that spend hours feeding on wing such as Saddlebags, Green Darners and Wandering Gliders, over a season you eventually find/see some perched. Not the case for me when it comes to Prince Baskettails. Since I began photographing dragonflies I've only seen one perched in three years and it was for a brief moment. Not long enough to get even one quick shot before it spooked and flew away.
When out & about in search of dragonflies about a week ago I came upon this Prince Baskettail cruising behind a tall stand of reeds out of the wind. Since it was flying so low I assumed it was getting ready to land. No such luck. After about 15 minutes of waiting I figured my only chance of a pic was going to be an in-flight one...something I'm not very good at. In the past I've only managed one decent in-flight pic, that being of a male Common Pondhawk. Very rarely do I even attempt in-flight shots because I'm so bad at it. But I figured with this male doing its thing about chest high seemingly oblivious to my presence it wouldn't hurt to try.
In the end I took about 50 pics of which 12 were half way decent. I committed two Cardinals sins when taking these photos...I used a tripod and auto focus. But in spite of that I felt these turned out pretty well...well enough to share. More importantly I now have some photos of a Prince Baskettail to add to my collection, although my goal still is to find and photograph one perched.
I hope you enjoy this series...and I hope you have a truly nice weekend. Before I forget, and since I might be offline tomorrow, I want to wish all you flickr dads a very Happy Father's Day. Enjoy!
Lacey
ISO800, aperture f/8, exposure .001 seconds (1/750) focal length 190mm
I went to this location expecting to see clowns and trapeze artists, "I couldn't believe it."
Pete 5D's photos on Flickriver
Equipment
-Canon 5D Mark II
-EF 16-35mm f/2.8 L II USM
-Manfrotto
Expect the unexpected and luxurious accommodation at No. 10 hotel in Preston, Lancashire.
Address: 10 Theatre St, Preston PR1 8BQ
the triforce advance: the never ending masterquest
ghostpatrol, nior and acorn
gorker gallery, fitzroy, melbourne.
22nd of october - 8th of november
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THIS EXHIBITION IS THE FIRST INSTALLMENT OF 'THE TRIFORCE ADVANCE' EXPERIMENT TITLED 'THE NEVERENDING MASTERQUEST', SHOWCASING A BODY OF WORK THAT INCLUDES A VARIETY OF SEPERATE PIECES FROM EACH ARTIST AND A HANDFUL OF COLLABORATION PIECES THAT SHOWS THE TRUE COMPLIMENTARY QUALITIES OF THEIR STYLES. USING A RANGE OF MEDIUMS INCLUDING ARYLICS AND WATER COLOUR AND WORKING ON A RANGE OF MATERIALS LIKE TIMBER, FOUND OBJECTS AND PAPER. THIS COLLECTION COMBINES THE THREE ARTISTS AMAZING ABILLITIES IN A BRILLIANT EXPLOSION OF ARISTIC INVENTION.
OPENING NIGHT THURSDAY 22 OCTOBER, 6:30PM - 8:30PM
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So much is starting to bloom; snowdrops, daffodils, hellebores, camellias, daphne, crocus. The hyacinth and tulips are coming up, but not blooming yet. We’re expecting a deep freeze tonight so we’ll see what survives.
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
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 :))
HEQ5
Canon 1000Dmod and Canon 70-200mm,f/4@200mm,f5
Only 28x60sec subs, no calibration frames.
Stacked with Photoshop/Stack mode-median and processed with Pixinsight.
Quick test of this telephoto lens, works better then I expected:P
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I was surprised a couple weeks ago when my dear friend Kathleen told me to expect a package in the mail.
When it came and I opened up the box, I was completely blown away!
She had sent me the quilt she'd been working so hard on all these months.
The workmanship on it is simply incredible, and all the wonderful dogs and cats couldn't be more perfect!
I told Kat that I needed to hang it on a wall, it's way to pretty to put on my bed where the animals would be all over it.
She suggested I take it to the shore and use it, but I couldn't bear to leave it there all winter where I couldn't see it!
I didn't have a place large enough to spread it out to take a picture of it, so I took it out on the front lawn.
LOL! So much for keeping the animals off of it! As soon as I laid it out there, Vinny was all over it!
This is the 2nd quilt I've received from Kat. She sent me a Jelly Bean quilt she made years ago that I simply adore that hangs behind my bed.
They mean so much to me and are now two of my most prized possessions.
THANK YOU KAT! I LOVE YOU! XOXO
www.ambient-aperture-photography.com/
Altocumulus,Also known as a mackerel sky.
My Backyard,Lockrose SE,Qld,Australia.
Please View Large.
Explorers did not expect there to be life on Neptune, oh how wrong they were... As humans often are. Large beasts nest deep beneath the ice at Neptune's core, guarding their eggs with ferocity, warning would-be predators with their bioluminescence.
My entry for Round 1 of the #BioCup2019 sub-theme: NEPTUNE
see gallery for more, including glow-in-the-dark shots.
I was at the neighbourhood liquor store the other day. I wanted a dozen Peroni but there was none on the shelf. Next to its usual shelf was this, Carlsberg, a Danish beer (a Pilsner) I remembered from my youth as being quaffable. So I bought a dozen.
At home, quaffing, I couldn't understand why it tasted so, so, so American! It had none of the European beer qualities I remembered.
Finally I read the label. It was made in central Canada, in Kitchener.
Oh well. Cross this one off the list.
love these letters made from wood :) picture from the same session.
natural light, picture taken indoor.
Anza Borrego State Park is expected to experience a wildflower "super bloom" this month (March 2017), following strong rains in Southern California last fall.
But there's LOT more to see in the park and in the area! Sites in Anza- Borrego are covered as Chapter 18 of my 320-page guidebook "Photographing California Vol. 2 - South". Chapters 15, 17 and 19 cover sites north, east and west of Anza Borrego.
More grid action at Armathwaite, expected this time, thanks to DD for the gen. On hire from GBRf to Colas, large-logo 56098 made its predicted appearance on 6J37 1252 Carlisle Yard-Chirk timber piloting 56049. Unfortunately, the habitual late-running meant the classic shot on the nearer part of the embankment was heavily shadowed, coming off the viaduct presented the most solid patch of light. Don’t be fooled by the 85mm lens in the EXIF data, this is a severe crop!
Snow date during an unexpected snow storm in White Rock while walking on the pier
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Wasn't expecting to see this in Dover today, and this is one of about 7 of these vehicles converted for use as Driver Training vehicles since late 2019, with the others being 34651 GX54DXB, 34654 GX54DXE, 34655 GX54DXF, 34656 GX54DXG, 34657 GX54DXH and 34660 GX54FVV.
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw Very Recently!!