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Towering 18 metres above the ground, the Treetop Walkway is a chance to get closer to Kew’s trees.
From its heights you can observe the complex ecosystem of the trees' uppermost branches, a world teeming with birds and insects, lichen and fungi.
At ground level, sculptures carved from tree trunks illustrate microscopic elements of trees to explain how they grow.
Happy Saturday for Stairs!
As I already explained in my previous image of similar title, this is what is going on in this Northern Paradise. We passed by watching in horror and pushing the accelerator to the very bottom to get away from this madness as fast as possible. ... Call me selfish, call me a friggin individualist, but I will NEVER stand in a line experiencing such places in a melee ;)
Needless probably to add that their two minibuses were almost blocking a very narrow road while about 500 metres further there was a parking lot! Gosh I hate this new photographic vandalism!
Had great fun yesterday on a lonely beach in great conditions. A strong wind kept the clouds changing, and the low early light soon became a gorgeous sunny day. I left with a camera full of fun. No need to explain , by Augustines, is fine, even though I've tried. This is an obvious simple reflection, with a convenient small patch of shadow, blocking out my shadow. If you wait long enough these things happen.
Sydney 1982 - I visited here as a child and took many photos. My eldest son was asking me what sort of photos I took when I was his age and whether I was any good back then. So we found an old photo album that had this and a whole bunch of other Sydney and Melbourne photos - this photo stood out for me and reminded me of some of my architectural shots that I take today. I actually remember taking this shot, looking up and around in wonder in this iconic Australian city. But most of the photos in the album were pretty ordinary - I explained that taking photos back then involved taking the shot and not realising whether they were any good until weeks or months later when you got the film developed. By then you had no idea what settings you used ... and you were limited to 24 or 36 photos before the film (which was expensive) ran out. So much has changed.
This is a photograph taken in woodland on an Autumn afternoon, using a simple Nikon D3100 set at f/18.0 at 1/8th exposure. You slowly move the camera vertically to achieve the blurred effect. A few Administrators, especially in smaller groups think this is CGI. How do we explain this to them, iPhones have a lot to answer for.
As I already explained, I only had my zoom lens on my camera when I visited Nancy. It was therefore impossible for me most often, to my great regret, to take overall views of the monuments I saw.
Here, I fortunately found a reflective half sphere placed on the sidewalk. You could admire a reflection of the cathedral there. By taking this sphere from afar, I was able to restore with my zoom lens an original overall view of this building.
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La cathédrale de Nancy en reflet
Comme je l'ai déja expliqué, je n'avais que mon objectif zoom sur mon appareil photo lorsque j'ai visité Nancy. Il m'était donc impossible le plus souvent, à mon grand regret, de prendre des vues d'ensemble des monuments que j'ai vus.
Ici, j'ai heureusement trouvé une demi sphère réfléchissante posée sur le trottoir. On pouvait y admirer un reflet de la cathédrale. En prenant cette sphère de loin, j'ai ainsi pu restituer avec mon zoom une vue d'ensemble originale de cet édifice.
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Nancy - Lorraine - France
Excerpt from portstanleyheritage.com/open6.htm:
St. John's Presbyterian Church in Port Stanley, constructed in 1852, is a wonderful example of small-town ecclesiastical architecture. Nestled among the trees in the heart of the village, this building has, for over 150 years, catered to the religious needs of the community.
Every Spring the little church is packed to the doors for the special Blessing of the Nets service which starts the fishing season for the many commercial fish tugs which still operate from the harbour. Members of the church will be on hand to explain this ceremony and show you around the church. If you are here at lunch time you can purchase a bowl of Presbyterian soup and some old-fashioned church sandwiches.
Dave and Lee were both peering into dusty looking bags, brows furrowed, pulling out metallic black objects with bits of glass on them. These, I explained to them, were cameras. Their cameras in fact. “Do you remember cameras?” I asked. It was the pair of them that dragged me into this hobby. They looked a bit confused at this question and carried on talking about the football season that by now was all but finished for another year. “Would Ollie Watkins leave the Villa Lee? Apparently he’s a boyhood Arsenal fan and the Gunners desperately need to beef up their striking options.” Lee decided not to be too worried about the prospect of his team’s centre forward leaving for pastures new in the summer. “What’s this thing again?” “It’s a camera. You bought it on eBay, remember? What have you got now? Ooh a Pentax. You haven’t had a Pentax before have you?”
Getting these two to make themselves available at the same time and come out to play for an evening used to be so simple. Ten years ago, we’d be racing home from work, piling into Lee’s trusty old red Renault Kangoo (or Kenneth as he fondly called him), and pottering off to the coast for sunset, where Lee and I would usually end up pitching our tripods on the same square yard of rock in front of the lighthouse or whatever, and Dave, fine art degree at Liverpool Polytechnic and all, would ignore the obvious subject and wander off to do something interestingly creative with a thicket of brambles or a patch of nuclear green gunge in the shallows. If we were statistical samples, Dave would pretty much always be the outlier, and he’d usually produce what Lee and I would grudgingly concede was the shot of the night.
Nowadays, these gatherings have become almost as impossible as herding cats. Whenever I would attempt to wake up the Whatsapp group, one would be responsive and make appropriate noises while the other would remain electronically taciturn and a general sense of inertia would crawl across the entire enterprise once again. They’d take turns at being Mr Positive and Mr Ignoramus and I’d give up and go out on my own. Over the past three or four years these regular outings had almost all but died, replaced by flurries of shutter activity on the occasional residential field trip outside the county. The team at Morrison’s Cafe in Buxton are still counting the profits from our visit to the Peak District last May. Even now, we had one planned for Dartmoor in a couple of weeks, but Dave’s employers have decided to launch two new products at once, despite being short of key personnel, and he’s had to bail on the month entirely. So now we’re hoping to go at the start of September, when the colours should be a bit more interesting, and just before I head to Sweden for another photography jolly. It’s a busy old life you know.
But on Monday there was a pleasing sense of enthusiasm as the pair of them arrived and piled into my car - Kenneth is sadly long gone - for the short trip to Godrevy. Maybe we’d go down to Porth Nanven in a month or so when the white nights are here, we agreed. The field car park was open until nine, so we pulled up in front of the sea, where we sat, catching up with each other’s news. I wondered whether either of them would take the next step and actually get out of the car before it was time to go to the pub. Eventually we descended the steps down to the rocks to the right of the beach, where the tide was full. Late April is a good time to take a shot here when the sea is all over the foreground and the sun is creeping into the left hand side of the frame. But not so much when there are people everywhere. We moved on to where I really wanted to go this evening. The scramble down the cliff. “Remember that time we came down here when there was an amazing sunset?” “Yes, that was the first time we found this spot. Got some great shots that night but I deleted all my raw files afterwards.” That was ten years ago in fact. I don’t delete raw files anymore - not unless they’re complete duds.
An hour later, in time honoured fashion, Lee and I were standing on the same patch of rock taking more or less exactly the same shot, while Dave was a hundred yards to our left, facing in the opposite direction and shooting the sea moving in and out of a deep gully, although he’d forgotten his step up ring and couldn’t use his filters. “Do either of you by any chance have a 67-72?” We didn’t, but we each agreed that we might have one lying around somewhere at home, which wasn’t much use now. All was well in the world - well except for Dave not having brought all of his kit with him. He says he hasn’t got anything worth sharing, while Lee declared he was going to take another look. He at least must have an image to post here. He was standing in the same place as me, using the same filters. As for Dave, he’ll suddenly decide he’s got a masterpiece after all. We’re used to this reticence in demonstrating his genius in the editing suite. We await with bated breath. Will either of them post an image for the first time in forever?
It was time for the pub, three pints of Sea Fury and the customary appraisal of one another’s images from the evening. Dave left his camera in the car. He’s obviously still warming up. At least we were all out together again. That’s the best thing about it. A jolly boy’s outing to Godrevy on a beautiful spring evening with the entire summer ahead of us, and the prospect of more to follow soon.
A woman doesn't shut down because she wants to.
She shuts down because she's exhausted.
From overthinking.
From caring too much.
From repeating herself.
From giving chances.
From trying to explain feelings that were never heard.
She didn't want distance.
She craved connection.
But silence was the only language left that didn't hurt.
And, cat memes for life. 😻
The Ocean's Tides Explained
The alternating pattern of rising and falling sea level with respect to land is what we know as the tides. What causes this "motion of the ocean"? In one word, gravity. Specifically, the gravitational forces of the Sun and Moon.
The key to understanding how the tides work is understanding the relationship between the motion of our planet and the Moon and Sun. As the Earth spins on its own axis, ocean water is kept at equal levels around the planet by the Earth's gravity pulling inward and centrifugal force pushing outward.
However, the Moon's gravitational forces are strong enough to disrupt this balance by accelerating the water towards the Moon. This causes the water to 'bulge.' As the Moon orbits our planet and as the Earth rotates, the bulge also moves. The areas of the Earth where the bulging occurs experience high tide, and the other areas are subject to a low tide.
Moonconnection.com
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Jardin Charles-Trenet on Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, France 31.05.2022
Der Welterklärer
Morgen ist ein anderer dran.
Jardin Charles-Trenet an der Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, Frankreich 31.05.2022
A part of a shop window covered with semi transparent, adhesive, white plastic before painting the facade. I just can't explain the yellow, green and blue shapes. The broad Depth of Field makes it very dreamy.
A southbound unit coal train is holding the main at the south end of the siding at Kermit, Va. on a February day in 2004. A northbound train is approaching and will take siding. A second southbound (an NS train) is behind this one, which explains why the money-maker has to wait for the empty drag to clear up.
It seems impossible to explain with words, so pictures help try to express how it feels to live this experience.
[image created on 4-24-2024]
I have become very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways. And the look of the images reminds me of how it feels when the effects of trauma cause me to question reality and myself, feel terror, feel isolated, alone, deep sadness, dissociation, body memories and a range of other indescribably challenging experiences. When my voice is stolen and I cannot speak or find adequate words to describe what I face I am thankful I can relate my experiences to what I see in pinhole photography rather than “keeping it all inside.”
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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Explanation: (exception to the rule, as i intend never to explain..) I never make 'concept' photo's. I just look for situations i stumble in day by day and capture them. With some exceptions i generally only adjust colors, tone, shaprness, exposure, nothing more, nothing less. In this case I witnessed a bachelors party, a guy dressed as a non, asking bystanders for autographs on his leg. So no intention here of being rude or 'controversial'.
I honestly cannot explain how this outfit came about. Probably too much Easter candy. Hahaha :)
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Put together like so:
Head: Lelutka EvoX Avalon 3.1
Body: Maitreya Lara 5.3
Skin: Amara Beauty
Eyes: Avi-Glam
Shape: Mine - Laurna v.17
Enhancements:
Lucci
Ensemble:
Outfit : Dernier - Beagle Sister Latex Mask & Catsuit in Pink
Hat: Dernier - Shea Hat in Pink
Shoes: Gos - So Chic Stilettos
Sunglasses: DeLa - Sunglasses De1 for Ladies
Headband: Monso - My Bunny Band Gift - White
Poses:
Pixit - Manaram
Everglow - Girls622 (Vintage)
I should perhaps explain "Peedie" Peedie is a traditional Orkney word meaning small and in this particular setting it obviously means "Small Sea" so it would be fair to ask how this come to be?
The reason is the sea in Kirkwall originally went all the way up to the steps of St.Magnus Cathedral and over the centuries the sea was reclaimed by the people of Kirkwall leaving only a very small Sea which would have been created by the Geological feature of an 'AYRE' which is a bar of shingle or stones forming on a narrow spit of land from the shore.
Recent Archaeological excavations very nearby to the Cathedral unearthed old piers possibly used in the building of the Cathedral.
Kirkwall's name comes from the Norse 'Kirkjuvagr', meaning 'Church on the bay'
I cannot. A double-exposure, the first thing one would jump to, is out. How could the second exposure on the same frame just selectively put in the three rectangular images without all the surrounding details? Very weird. I cannot possibly explain it but maybe one of you can. This was not taken through a window. I was standing out on our balcony in the open air.
Yashica FX-3 Super 2000 with Yashica ML 28mm f/2.8
Portra 400
February 9, 2021
La Ribera Salada al seu pas pel Pont de la Ginebrosa, al oest del Solsonès.
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The Ribera Salada river seen from the old stone bridge at La Ginebrosa, in central Catalonia. The unusual river name (translated more or less like "salted bank" or "salted shore", although I presume a less literal would be "salted river") is explained because in one of it's sources the water has a high salt content, even exploited to this day).
Beauty is a kind of genius and more than genius
Without any explain any reasons
Beauty is just beauty nothing else
This is a very strange picture so I'll explain it to you. The Snowy Egret on the rock is a print on canvas, (my photo) that stands on our glass shelved etagere. There are three small white rocks on the shelf and one sand dollar shell.
Here's the story: Benni and I were with Don at San Onofre Beach collecting little rocks for this shelf while Don body boarded and after Benni was done running in the surf.
I looked and looked for a few little white rocks among all the very colorful, gold, gray, brown, red, big rocks and had only found two. Benni walked over a few feet from where I was standing and nosed the rock right in the middle of the picture. She then stood back and looked at me as if to say, "Here's a nice one." I agreed, picked it up and put it in my pocket.
Only someone who lives with a dog will probably believe this.
Normally, Jongmyo Shrine is only open for guided tours on most days. However, I was able to get in without a guided tour because it was on a Saturday which was the only day not needing a guided tour. Still, I got a glimpse on how much importance South Koreans put on cultural education to their kids.
Right over here in this photo was a guide in hanbok explaining to the kids what was Jongmyo Shrine used in the past. A really interesting thing to note is that despite fast changes and foreign influence over the decades, Korea has still managed to keep many of its traditions.