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And eagle perches near Welcome, Washington.
There is an interesting Riddle that explains how Welcome Washington got its name. The US Post Office opened an office there in 1889. John Welcome Riddle was the very first Post Master. Evidence of a community is sparse today. Evidence of salmon and eagles is plenty.
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Useless to explain my silences. At the bottom of me there is always a primitive wait for a magical change. (One night the mirrors will be broken, the ones that I went will burn and when I wake up I will be the heir of my corpse). I am so tired of my old fears and terrors that I dare neither to communicate them nor to say them.
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siempre una espera primitiva para un cambio mágico. (Una noche los espejos se romperán, los que fui se quemarán y cuando me despierte seré el heredero de mi cadáver). Estoy tan cansado de mis viejos miedos y terrores que no me atrevo a comunicarlos ni a decirlos.
Alejandra Pizarnik
American Coot - Foulque d'Amérique
I just realized that duck hunting is allowed til the end of January in most of the places I visited in CA. That explains probably why they are so skittish in March.
San Bernardino County, California, USA
Another eagle was approaching rapidly off frame towards this eagle with its meal pulled from the river.
© Dan McCabe
Rolling hills of the farmland in the Palouse, in southeastern Washington state.
Since this photo was taken in late spring, only about half of the crop has started to grow, which explains some of the extremes in color. Had I arrived a couple of weeks later, this entire landscape would have been covered in varying shades of green.
This photo was taken from Steptoe Butte, an extinct volcano that rises about 2000 feet (600 m) above the surrounding terrain. It makes an excellent vantage point to see so much of this wonderful landscape.
On this trip, I was battling rain and overcast skies for most of the time. While I normally love photographing under overcast skies because of how it softens the light, I was really hoping for more sunny weather to bring out the contours of the rolling hills with stronger shadows. Maybe next trip.
Here is an example of what I tried to capture, although I wasn't as successful as this photo:
BTW, if you aren't familiar with his photo stream, you MUST check it out!
EDIT 20191006: I returned to the Palouse in June 2019, and the weather behaved nicely for me, permitting me to take a number of photos that I was pleased with. My album "The Palouse" showcases those photos.
Blakeney is a little nearby conservation area where the river breaks up into distributaries before re-forming again. It's very rocky and the water is quite fast flowing.
I experimented once again with a faux long exposure. I took 4 photos and blended them in Photoshop to create a bit of a long exposure look.
I guessed that I only needed 4 photos to create the look that I was after whereas I had used 20 here in a previous post. I seem to have guessed right in both cases. It would seem to depend on how fast the water is moving in the first place.
I explain the method in that other post if you're interested: flic.kr/p/TKobtA
(also see the other photo in the Comment section and link that way if you wish)
© AnvilcloudPhotography
Wild Donkeys at lake Pleasant, Arizona. Burro is Spanish for Donkey. I know a little Spanish. Two beers, Please, dos cervezas por favor. where is the bathroom; dónde está el baño, I don't have any money; No tengo dinero.
Adding "ito" to the end of a Spanish word makes a small version. Let me explain. Dog; perro. Puppy; perrito. Cat; Gato. Kitten; gatito.
So a small burro would be a burrito?
"In their estimation, nothing could explain the coincidences except the momentary passing of a gravitational wave."
Getting to know Moon by coincidence in a café next to Dathuil (smiles)
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
LISTEN UP! It has been almost 80 degrees all week, then it snowed last night for a few hours. Let me explain, snow here is like every 15 years and then it is just flurries - nothing really sticks. And while it isn't a LOT of snow, for here its a TON of snow. It's already melted and it never stuck to the road or driveways, etc. But this is the view from my front porch of my neighbor's house. While it was pretty, once every 20 years is quite enough of this nonsense. I had to go find a coat and brush the dust off of it to go outside. It should be 55 today then back in the 70's this weekend.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
DEAR SANTA, BEFORE I EXPLAIN, HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ALREADY?
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I was explaining to a young man who was wondering that this was cotton and showed him a flower. He felt of it and I told him I was taking photos of the dew on it. His face went, oh no, but I laughed and said I thought I had the shot.
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.
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Tomorrow it's the turn of another guy.
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
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the shot Explain what im in !! =\
so Unfortunately ...
I'll STOP SHOTING + MAKING SOME WORKSHOPS
why!?
good quistion =D
cuz in fact i'll be a Doctor enshalla but that's not a really a big reason =\
actully i don't have much ideas for shooting =\
and i have a lot of works to do !!
so guys give me a while a break and enshalla
i'll came soon with a new crazy shots and ideas too ;D
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nothing to explain, except: zooming in may pay of ;) nr. 8 of "The missing Link. Mysterious stuff in cool tones"
As I was walking the BLM mural in Uptown Charlotte one recent late evening, I noticed the young man and his two sons walking along slowly, softly talking. I wondered - what was this guy saying to his two young sons? How does he explain the happenings of the world? A good reminder that all of our experiences are unique - no matter your political viewpoint, being a good human is not hard to do. We have to understand that we may never fully understand each other, but to the core, we all want the same things out of life.
This reservoir lies in the higher reaches of the "Warwickshire" Avon, about six miles from the river's source at Naseby in Northamptonshire. The nearest village to the reservoir is South Kilworth in Leicestershire. The county boundary runs down the centre of the reservoir, which was constructed in the late 1920s to supply drinking water to Rugby. The capacity is approximately 500 million gallons. The area is a wildlife sanctuary and the reservoir is also used by anglers.
Avon is the Celtic word for river ("afon" in Welsh), which explains why, confusingly, there are so many rivers called Avon in this country.
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 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
As I explained in the description to my "Suburban Dreams" slideshow, each of these photographs are related to the other. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52638166831/in/datepost...
They are not random shots, but each tells us one more thing about the nature of a typical modern working class suburb. I always work in series, but this collection was most definitely planned. The twilight setting and light is all part of the creation of a mood. Is it possible to find things of beauty in the midst of the mundane and ordinary? That's more about philosophy than photography. And why I am such an odd fit for Flickr.
This explains why I have so many wild asters in my garden, these seeds all waiting to take off in the right wind
I know I know, we're all busy........it's hard to explain but I don't stop thinking about using my camera.....It just happens to be a while since I have.
Anyway, this was a rare night out down at the good old favourite Apostles. It was a classic night really. I got there early as usual and watched. I watched the sunset with the throng...it was pretty nice, I watched the throng watch the sunset...I kinda like that too...bit of a people watcher...I watched the penguins arrive, check out the beach and return to the safety of the water to wait a little longer to charge the beach later on with the safety of numbers, I watched the throng watch the sunset again and miss the penguins completely. I watched the sea mist roll in. I watched the sun disappear, and for a while thereafter the throng too...if not a little tooo slowly. Then I watched the Moon rise right on cue.
Finally alone.....or so I thought.
First came the Crickets. I actually felt them before I saw them. I felt them smack me in the head, arms legs....everywhere. It was a classic warm late summer night so a hatch is not unusual but I can't remember seeing this many crickets there before.
I took four shots this night, this was the third, but it was while waiting for the first one to do its business, I think it was about a 15-20 minute exposure I realised it wasn't just me n the crickets. At first I thought it was a Bandicoot as I've seen one before in just the same spot too but no it was a Fox. It was so close to me that I actually got a bit of a fright.....it didn't. It strolled passed me within arms length with not much more than a glance, along the board walk and up the small stair case to where the night lights were illuminating the path back to the carpark. Of course the light was attracting the crickets in huge numbers and the Fox proceeded to feast.
I followed it up and took a seat on a small stone wall and watched again. It was pretty fucken awesome. Its coat was perfect, its tail bushy. At one stage it nearly stepped on my shoe as it skitted back and forth crunching down the crickets.
I couldn't help but think how menacingly cool it looked but at the same time how effective, adaptable and destructive it was and how it didn't really belong there in that beautiful place.
Bit like me I guess.
Bronica S2a, Kodak Porta 800 (first time I've used this film at night), exposure about 20 minutes under a pretty full moon, f8 I think.
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.