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Another photo from the "failed" walk up Crimpiau. It wasn't a failed walk at all to be honest! It was a walk discovering new places.
The above photo was taken on our return to the car. 2 hours earlier we had been walking through these woods in the dark, surrounded by Sheep sheltering from the storm the night before. Walking back through the woods after sunrise with the mist burning off was amazing to see.
Ramblin' Man: youtu.be/KXDtQcuA5Bo
A scanography image I created which holds a lot of meaning for me—a way to express how it feels when it seems impossible to find words to explain.
Ondu 6x6 pinhole camera. Mkll. Ilford Pan F 50. Fomadon Ro9.
This is the same plane as my last pic. While I usually get the exposure right, that was not the case here. Besides: Everything was moving. Anyway: I sort of like the photo.
Colorado Pacific Rio Grande (follow-on to the San Luis Rio Grande) runs a train from Alamosa, CO to Walsenburg via historic La Veta Pass on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Noting that a couple of the road's repainted ex-BNSF SD70MACs were "missing" from Alamosa earlier in the morning, I figured they'd be leading this train. Nope. Same ol' ex-CSX junk I'd seen on other internet sources. Nonetheless, the remains of earlier snow storms adds interest as the train approaches La Veta. The crew will work the siding there for a good 45 minutes before embarking on the 2.5 hr journey across the Pass at a nail-biting 10 mph.
I never did find the missing locomotives, but since two are reported to be destined for the ex-MoPac Towner Line, they could've been hiding out in Pueblo. Never saw them there either.
Fail title. LOL
The quality completely dropped when I uploaded this, but I guess now it looks more painting-like? n__n
This American Coot came up with the equivalent of an "old boot" after "fishing" at King Gillette Ranch, Malibu CA.
so, for the MM theme for this coming Monday, I thought it would be cool to use food coloring to “tie dye” cotton candy— nope, it dissolved it!!
I'm between work and orchestra practice. Not only has my schedule not allowed me to do much more than work and sleep, there have been multiple crises within my family and friends over this past weekend.
I'm to the point where words fail me. Not because I am the one hurting, but because I'm watching others hurt.
I've little or no time to 'flickr' until Friday... please forgive.
It went something like this, if memory serves me right
the details derail themselves from reality
for I only recall such things upon waking
as if still entranced by deepest sleepbeats
sounded-out by the glint of morning breaking
dreams are often the energy mix for reality's song
routine the old discarded 7" now a hot auction piece
if only I could remember it's damned name
all would be well with the world, wouldn't it?
life could be lived better, and where I belong remains the same??
the compromise between a dream and it's wide-awakeness
exhilarates beyond consciousness
it's agreement disentangles the life we perceive,
exhumes ghosts of our forgotten worlds,
re-examines the realms of all we've come to believe
give us the Earth and you bring the fire
show us life and you will feel the pain of death
meet the people and you will encounter war
take my hand you will touch but a pulse of my world
for all this how much do we want it anymore
palliation is the now the sum of all human parts
for every time we look up, we must now hold our heads and beg
those that have it all grow decadent and stoop in their greed
nothing left to revere for they worship the god of inestimable dishonesty
these ill-gotten gains make the 'rains' that fail so many mouths to feed
click here to continue, if your mouse will, the cats curiosity may kill -
those inhibitions of yore, for going against the modern grain
there is so much unnatural pain in the World, can't you see!!
where medicines fail is a failing in human recognition
we as a species are becoming untreatable where truth can no longer be
how we desert nature's post, and shoot at dawn the hero who saves us
in our sleep we see, in our subconscious mind we know
the waking hour still has lingering belief,
but the wide-awake human is a devilish miser
one destined for nothing but a life of horror and grief
unless...unless...if time allows, if the Soul can still arouse
a permit for the senses, a visa for the faith of cultural embrace
a bureaucratic bonfire at which we warm torn hearts at the hands of administrative nightmares
the ashes of which will document recycled political ways of reforming our madness
for the lifetime of a heart affords a love of which there is no-one it spares
weapons never suited the people who possess them
forever lost in translation waving such arms like cash for honours
the greatest missile ever fired was the one spoken to betray our spirit
it's corrupting influence still scars the land with each footstep taken
it's now a standard pretext for the 'conversion' of successive rôles we inherit
now, if I remember clearly, my dream told me I could live differently
it went, something like this...if the future serves me right
that imagination is an attempt to offer such errors a way out
the deeper the dream the wider the imaginative escape path
for the dream is certain of one thing, that in reality our existence is in doubt.
by anglia24
10h45: 17/05/2008
©2008anglia24
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I ordered the pattern from Etsy, reduced it some, and made this catnip fish for our cat family. (hand-stitched, mind you) Instead of filling it completely with dried catnip, I made a cylindrical pouch and inserted it along with the stuffing.
As you'll see in the following photographs, there just hasn't been much enthusiasm for the fish toy. I wonder if Jimmy made a peace pact with the fish.
Rien ne peut nous vaincre.
rien ne peut nous arrêter.
Nous seuls sommes un obstacle.
Restons ensemble.
Marchons, pas à pas sur ce chemin.
J'ignore ce que sera demain, Mais je peux déjà le construire maintenant.
Je ne marche plus seul, je le sais.
I'm in love with you, you silly thing
Anyone can see
What is it with you, you silly thing
Just take it from me
It was not a chance meeting
Feel my heart beating
You're the one
You could take all this, take it away
I'd still have it all
Cause I've climbed the tree of life
And that is why, no longer scared if I fall
When I get lost in space
I can return to this place
Cause, you're the one
Nothing fails
No more fears
Nothing fails
You washed away my tears
Nothing fails
No more fears
Nothing fails
Nothing fails
I'm not religious
But I feel so moved
Makes me want to pray,
Pray you'll always be here
I'm not religious
But I feel such love
Makes me want to pray
When I get lost in space
I can return to this place
Cause, you're the one
I'm not religious
But i feel so moved
Mmmm mmm...
I'm not religious
Makes me want to pray
I'm not religious
But i feel so moved
Makes me want to pray
Pray you'll always be here
I'm not religous
But i feel such love
makes me want to pray
I'm not religious (I'm not religious)
But I feel so moved (but it makes want to pray)
I'm not religious (I'm not religious)
Makes me want to pray (But it makes me want to pray)
I'm not religious (makes me want to)
But I feel so moved (pray)
I'm not religious (pray)
Makes me want to pray (pray)
Nothing fails
No more fears
Nothing fails
You washed away my tears
Nothing fails
No more fears
Nothing fails
Madonna, Nothing fails
37612 passes Cheney Longville with 97302 on the rear working 6C47 18.12½ Bescot to Bescot via The Marches and Heart of Wales line. 37612 would fail later that evening.
I'm stopping my 365 project and I thought about this very well. I know that taking pictures every day could help somebody improving and growing so much as a person and artist but I just feel like this is not the right way for me as a photographer. I'm used to taking picture when I have the right mood and I really cannot handle this pressure I put on myself. I just feel like I'm not getting better but just the other way around. Even if I only tried this one picture a day for only two weeks, I realized how much work it is and how much you have to love photography. I think my love is not that big for taking pictures everyday it's more a fun thing I do and I just don't want to lose this fun...
I really feel like I should start something new, more relaxed. I feel like I should delete some pictures of this stream and keep this stream only with the pictures I LIKE because that is what life is about - doing the things you like- isn't it ?
Sorry for this text ._. but I just had to write this.
I spent an embarrassingly large amount of time creating bubbles and having every one of them fail. My bubble solution needs to be remade because the bubbles die and pop very quickly but instead of pouring it out and starting with fresh, I kept going. I wanted to make it work and even though I was frustrated that they lost color and popped. I won't make that mistake tomorrow but need to use one of the images from today as a reminder that when things aren't working we should stop and fix them. I am not sure if you need to hear this message today too but if you know something isn't working instead of just powering through you will end up with better results and be happier if you fix the problem instead of just ignoring it and thinking it will go away. Learn from my failure... especially all of my grammatical errors.
A long day out in Gloucestershire hoping to see Short Eared Owls or maybe a Barn Owl. Unfortunately the Owls failed to show. Thats wildlife for you.
A Red Kite circles high in the blue sky.
Images best viewed in "lights out" L key
Having failed the previous day on this turn,Retro liveried 37901 "Mirrlees Pioneer" finds itself DIT ,on 07/July/26,being hauled by Europhoenix 37423 Perseus" on a 5Z86 10.30 Great Yarmouth to Eastleigh T&RSMD,seen passing Grazeley with a ex generator car,6371 in tow.
There is something to be said about the intrinsic link between failure and expectation. It seems to me that a key component of failure is expectation. Try to imagine failure without expectation? It's tricky. Because in order to fail, you have to have somehow defined what failure is. And we do this with expectation in hand all the time, be it consciously or otherwise. This image is an example of just that. I set it up, had a shot in mind, calculated my exposure, sat on the tracks counting that exposure off mentally, got up closed the shutter and wound the film. All with an expectation of something. Part of that something was a vague notion of how I wanted the image to look. Another part of that something was the expectation that I calculated the technical aspects of the image correctly - focus, exposure, etc. Yet another part of that something was the expectation that the film would be processed correctly. And so on. You get the idea of how something like this is built off a chain of expectations, even when we don't necessarily think of those expectations. Then, when something doesn't go as expected, for example I somehow blew the exposure and overexposed the frame by several stops thereby producing a more faded, washed out image with a bit of a color cast. Well, that goes against my expectation of how I thought this would turn out. My initial reaction was, "Well, blew that one" and mentally began the process of writing this image off. It was just one photo after all and I make a lot of photos. Also, I am no stranger to "blowing it". I often tell people I could bury them with the boxes of throwaway sample prints from "failed" images that I have accumulated over the years. But then again, as I implied above, what is failure really, other than unmet expectations? And if that is really a key to failure, can failure not be converted to something else merely by either tweaking those expectations or simply by not handcuffing yourself to them. It is fine to have expectations, it is also fine to set them aside. After a day, and a second visit to this negative, I gave my initial expectations of this photo a rest and what was left behind was something that was neither expected nor failed. I don't know what it is, nor do I really need to. It is another image in my collection that has something that intrigues me, that has given me something to consider and think about. I used to remark to students that if a every photo you make teaches you something, are there really bad photos?
Anyway, just some thoughts inspired by my misexposure in the making of this particular image. And no, I still don't quite know how I goofed this one up. But I am ok with that too. If I knew, I might want to do it again and that wouldn't be nearly as fun as when it happens incidentally.
Hasselblad Flexbody
Silberra Color 160
8f class locomotive 48305 is seen on shed at Haworth 1940s weekend. The loco is in light steam as it had failed earlier in the day
Trail does not necessarily equal fail on the Iowa Pacific-operated 'Hoosier State', as demonstrated by GP40FH-2 4137, bringing up the rear of the classy consist at 18th Street on its way out of Chicago.
I love Victoria sponge but somehow I just haven't mastered :( All this folding business and combining, I just chuck it all in and hope for the best!! Still tastes good though....
more + more inside!
Ok, eu sei que ficou muito fail essa foto, saiu com flash, então o coraçãozinho ficou bem pequeno.
Mas eu gostei! haha.
Boa semana para todos vocês flickrs *-*
Logo logo eu vou responder todos os comentários e retribuir as visitas, tá?
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Cái ký túc thân thương đáng yêu mỹ miều của mình đang tân trang lại sắc đẹp.
Chụp xong cái ảnh cũng là lúc trên người có thêm chục vết muỗi đốt.
Chẳng thành công vs bất kỳ thể loại nào :(
Cố đấm ăn xôi là có ngày ăn cựt.
We are just back from Balls 28, a big experimental rocket launch event in the Black Rock Desert in Nevada - the same place where Burning Man takes place. I took tons of photos. The majority of the rockets are experimental, around 20% fail, some in a spectacular manner.
This one is the biggest rocket launched at the event. It had a R motor. For scale, small hobby rockets start with A motors. From A to B you have double total impulse, e.g. twice the power. From B to C double again. So, an R motor is like 2^17 = 131,000 A motors. The launch was successful. However, something went wrong with the parachute deployment, and the rocket came down ballistic. We could hear a big boom far away.
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Not deliberately water entered the camera. It was in vertical position and inclined upwards, with the weak part up.
Beer can pinhole camera.
Exposure: 2016-12-26, 2017-05-29, 154 days.
Ilford multigrade brillant paper.
Scanner: Epson V370.
Froze in the river tonight..
Feet don't fail me now
Take me to the finish line
All my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I'm hoping that the gates
They'll tell me that you're mine.
Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you're mine
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A couple of miles west of the Giant's Causeway, at Runkerry Head, you can see hints of hexagonal basalt columns which didn't quite make it! (Or, have they been eroded by the sea?)
Lol this is why I don't wear anything in photos I've been at the point a while where I couldn't care less about what's on my body so long as I got working organs & a brain & w/e it's a chill place w a lot of bad shoes & socks combos
Pretty sure I've mentioned this on here before but it's something I've been feeling really frustrated with lately, that it's impossible to put your whole self online or communicate your whole self through a phone. Not that I'd ever want my whole self online, but I also don't want to come off as someone I'm not, does that make any sense? I don't want to omit something important.
Idk I feel like we try so hard to make connections but they miss or don't work out because who we're being really isn't us, or at least all of us. Basically I hate social networking blah blah but I need it to stay in touch with the people I love blah it's a necessary evil & I guess I gotta live with that blah.
(And also just a nod to the fact that if you're with someone or someones but everyone's on their phones that's not really being "with" anyone, at least physically. Everyone might as well just sit at home & stare at their laptop). IDk I dig this concept and I wish I had more time on my hands to do it better; maybe once the semester slows down a bit (hah) I'll redo it. Anyhow happy Thursday & I'll c yall w another upload tomorrow :)