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Berkeley is a town and civil parish in Gloucestershire, England. It lies in the Vale of Berkeley between the east bank of the River Severn and the M5 motorway within the Stroud administrative district. The town is noted for Berkeley Castle where the imprisoned Edward II was murdered.
This is my first photo to get into the Explore section :) I´m over the moon, thanx everyone!
Imagine Peace Tower, a memorial to John Lennon from his widow, Yoko Ono and is located on Viðey Island near Reykjavík, Iceland.
Taken for assignment52-092012 - oil on water
I used Canola oil and water in a drinking glass placed over some iridescent blue glass beads (the kind you put in vases). I thought the sparkle effect of the beads in the slightly out of focus drops of oil was an interesting effect.
An interesting side note - the glass is basically flat sided, so squarish in shape rather that circular. I noticed that many of the droplets were squarish in shape as well.... I wasn't expecting that.
ODT - Sparkling
Sitting on a log in the canal, warming himself in the morning sun. Wildwood Park, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
Explore # 426 October 7, 2012
No edit beauty.
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
George Bernard Shaw ; yeah!!
..........
Regards,
Sunny
No hay rincón en esta casa
que no te haga regresar.
Cada grano de memoria,
y la casa es un arenal.
Fuí a tus playas por el día
y allí me quedé dos años.
Fuí lamiendo tus heridas,
fuiste dándome un remanso.
A la sombra de tu luna
se acunó mi corazón,
se borraron mis arrugas,
mi casa se iluminó.
Germinaron más canciónes
de las que yo merecía,
se paró el reloj de arena,
730 días.
jorge e lisandro | www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8OeeoXQKOA&feature=related
Av. da Liberdade | Braga
E X P L O R E 15th June 2011
Explore Nov 18, 2011 #320
Workshop fotografico 'Magic Cansèi'
Nikon D700
AF-S VR Micro-Nikkor 105mm f/2.8G IF-ED
Got bored and decided to try out some minifigure photography. Broken tree made a great desert landscape for our resident explorer.
Location:
Escapades
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Izzie's - Retro Glasses
Officer Western Expeditor Archaeologist Explorer Pants OutFit
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AD, lio Alt hair
Fotografía Nº 147.
Primero quiero agradecer por que ayer tube otro EXPLORE, 5 días seguidos teniendolo, y segundo agradecer por que pase las 250.000 visitas! Gracias.
Falta menos para tener mi nuevo objetivo 50mm f/1.4G, estoy muy ansioso.
El día de hoy hace minimo 35º, mucho calor, espero que en donde estén no haga tanto calor, jajaja, que tengan un buen Domingo :D
Photo No. 147.
First I want to thank you for another EXPLORE tube yesterday, 5 days followed by having it, and second thanks for passing the 250,000 visits! Thank you.
There is less to have my new goal 50mm f/1.4G, I am very anxious.
Today makes minimum 35 °, very hot, I hope that where they are not so hot, lol, have a nice Sunday: D
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The mountain’s face is just the face it shows me. The side I see. It plays at getting bigger and then smaller again, depending on where I am. Sometimes I drive from Cove Road down Grandview Road to Burnt Mountain Road just so I can see the mountain rise up over me. A gentle ancestor, a season. It’s never the same twice and yet there’s a stubborn consistency about the textures of its winds and shadows. The light loves to turn colors I’ve never seen before as it passes across the forested spire. I make up names for these colors sometimes. Thornblue, roselaurel, greyling. Earlyglow. Threshold. Silverhaunt. Pantherdark. Woodsmoke. Skywild. The mountain often seems to mandate silence, or at least suggest it, sternly but with what I think of as love. Mircea Eliade wrote, “In several traditions the Cosmos is shaped like a mountain whose peak touches heaven; above, where the heavens and the earth are reunited, is the center of the world. This cosmic mountain may be identified with a real mountain, or it can be mythic, but it is always placed at the center of the world.” For me this cord is genetic, I think sometimes, and I wonder if my mother and grandparents, and others, felt this visceral sense of kinship with the mountain. I listen to the music of the mountain as I drive past it and it calms me. The music shifts but it always shares a soul with itself. The songlines, I thought once, driving along into the rise of the road one day in late December, watching the mountain get bigger as I got closer. It often does that in winter. I have thought that it should be the other way round, that the mountain’s bareness should make it seem smaller, but the bones of its slopes rise up into a shared space with the revelation of treetrunks in the small light of a January afternoon in a way that enlarges the mountain’s presence. Years ago, reading Joyce, I ran across the word “omphalos” and, looking it up, realized that the mountain carries that cord of energy for me. It is a portal, a thin place, a threshold, a liminal space where sky and earth come together and promise me that everything here---sky, earth, hawk, tree, coyote, rock, bear, creekwater, pinecone, bobcat---is my relative. That the tapestry of ancestors is not linear but curved and always present, always speaking to me in the silent shapes and shadows of wind and cloud across the cove as night comes on.
©Laura Sorrells 2013
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Best position at Explore (November 27, 2010) is #239.
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This shot was taken right after I got my very first Danbo (pretty excited ain't I). It's a bit difficult to get a hold of a danboard toy here in the Philippines. I was just fortunate to have found one.
This will be the start of Danbo's life under the lens of lennox. :-D
Hope you'll support and patronize my Danbo shots fellows!
TIA ;-)
Echidna Chasm, Purnululu, Western Australia
This narrow canyon, in some places less than a meter wide, has been formed due to the infiltration of water in an initial crack on the top of the plateau, to form a tall, narrow canyon long just a couple of kilometers, maybe less. At the beginning at the first hundreds meters the path is surrounded by palm trees that lives only here as well the amount of stones and gravel make it difficult to walk.
Some rocks wedged between the walls, which gave the impression of falling from time to time.
EXPLORE
Missed Flickr & all of you!
Update: Ive finally got a good offer from a new firm & will be joining them this July.
Will drop by to visit you folks soon.
--hugs--
Explore Highest Position: #44
In Romania children typically leave their boots on the windowsill on the evening of December 5. By next morning Nikolaus (known as Moş Nicolae (Sfântul Nicolae) in Romania) leaves candy and gifts if they have been good, or a rod (Romanian: nuieluşǎ) if they have been bad (most kids end up getting small gifts but also a small rod).
Strobist:
Camera Right - SB-800 on a 60cm by 60cm Softbox
Camera Left - SB-800 with Snoot
Table Left - SB-800 on a 60cm by 60cm Softbox