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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.
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.
Clock work(s)
I think my father was a frustrated engineer. For most of his life he was involved in looking for oil, working out ways to get it out and then to transport and refine it efficiently.
When he retired one of his many hobbies was horology, the study of clocks. He used to buy old broken ones at auctions, dismantle them, fix them and put them back together. Well, that was the theory!
Inevitably the number of clocks dismantled way exceeded the number put back together. This is an image of a tin of his leftover bits of clocks that I have kept. I guess I have kept them partly to remind me of him, but also, quite perversely and worryingly, because I actually like them. I guess I’m a frustrated something or other too :)
There are lots of bits in this image: an escapement for regulating the power from the spring or weights (top left), two parts of a strike mechanism (the large cog with spikes underneath and the arc of metal with teeth), a tiny drum for winding clock weight cord and a pulley in the background.
I like the patina and corrosion on the metal so tried to bring that out in the processing.
This is for the Macro Mondays group’s theme this week Cogwheel. The image is just over 2 inches across.
Thank you for taking time to look. I hope you enjoy the image! Happy Macro Mondays.
[Tripod in daylight with white card reflector; focused in Live View; remote release.
Ten images focus stacked in Affinity Photo.
Curves in LAB mode to strengthen colours and to tweak the contrast. A touch of added saturation and vibrance.
A bit of tidying up with inpainting, but there is a lot of dust and fluff which adds a bit to the feel of the image so I left most of it.
Sharpened using Unsharp Mask for the fine stuff and High Pass filter/Linear blend mode for the big stuff.
Slight dark vignette… and we’re done :) ]
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
This is my "you show up 2 days late with just a few hours before load in and NOW you have feedback" face.
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.
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.
What a treat this morning to see the first signets of the year at Sudbury Water Meadow. This location is one of my local haunts and never fails to deliver photographic opportunities.
SL FAILS: Frontline Artificial Intelligence Logistics Supervisor.
The FAILS serves as a logistic hive center of the SL Drone Fleet. It's the central processing hub, controlling the fleet's combat operations.
Heavily armoured but completely unarmed, the SL FAILS depends on it's fleet to be it's weapons
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So after 6 years, SHIPtember finally beat me - I started off strong but just couldn't get the motivation to finish. Every day was a struggle to try to bail out the sinking SHIP, sometimes things just aren't meant to be.
This guy is sick of waiting to finally transform himself into a butterfly and be able to fly. Using some balloons he tries to take off from the ground and see the world from above ...
But obviously he miscalculated the correct size and number of balloons to get into the air. Try again or keep on waiting buddy! ;-)
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 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....
To all my photographer friends, I realize that this is an odd composition and that the background is out of focus, but I was going after the texture on the snow field. Although this failed miserably. I still felt that the photo had a charm of it's own and decided to leave it in the set.
This is part of a series of photos taken of what's left of the farm that my wife grew up on in Zeeland, Michigan. The barn and chicken coop remain, but the fields are gone and what remains is surrounded by housing developments, strip malls, factories and schools.
66539+failed 56094 on 6S31,heading North at Rock today.The 56 expired at Plessey and the 66 came from Tyne Yard to rescue it
Not way too crazy about this one, but figured I should post something. I guess I'll post it as a failed post-processing example :)
Sorry about the lack of posting, I'm in the middle of my last exam.
Explored.. The one in this series that WAS :P Flickr is so stupid some times.
With arguably the working of the year, 37218 powers past what would become the Tarmac plant in Washwood Heath yard, leading 4M51 South Bank Tees Dock to Daventry. The tractor was brought in to assist after the Class 66 had failed earlier in the day. Going to this spot today, it would be hard to recognise from this photo.
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
faintly
static filled noise
obscuring
everything
then
then pain
a sharp stab
more noise
i can't feel
i can't move
just noise
another stab
try to blink
try to breathe
a gasp
then nothing
static fades in
a flicker
fade away
tired
so tired
i don't want
no
i don't want
this
not this
not this again
flicker
gasp
and fade
fall to static
to peace
to pieces.
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.
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?)
Perhaps inspired by this morning's majestic dawn chorus, this Greylag with an identity crisis seemed to be attempting to give the surrounding blackbirds, robins & song thrushes a run for their money. Its attempts at mellifluous singing ended up sounding like, well, a goose trying to sing: awful!
This is a temporary upload & will self-destruct whenever I get round to it. :)
There are painters who must,
having found the place, must,
repaint it, compelled to repeat it,
each a variant, yet always the same,
always different
I awake to a perspective that is wide,
always differentiated from the prior,
always almost similar, but never with
the same exactitude, differing attitude,
same longitude, identical latitude,
always different
horizon distanced, in all ways a view
encompassing, duality near, far distant,
harmoniously, eyes open, magnetized
to wake before 6am by the suns modesty,
first light, first clarity, a curtain risen, yet,
always different
am I so blessed or thus cursed, for the urge
to disclaim and ode, compose and thus self-
decompose, analyze, reflect, slice apart, needing
the comprehensive understanding this me/place
scripts the raw appreciation, daily differentiated
always the same
this peaceful venue seizures, chest calmly
pounding at the insistence it commands,
the price I must pay for the prize to praise,
to sing, weep, reward restful sleep with lyrics
eked out, pouring, unsustainable yet finished,
always different
a single May Iris, returns, born from a torrential,
thunder, lightning, sky mayhem, rises by a sundial
greets midst a planted clump, upright rises, lavender,
in a majestic solitary, absent but a day prior, yet mine eyes
failed to witness its discernible emerging birthing creation,
always different,
always the same
here, I am Iris too, always the same, a day aged,
but the differences minute but stolid actualized,
this overnight sensation, my body’s restoration,
what I visualize, indivisible, now visible, realized,
miracle of continuity, unchanging chained change,
always different ,
always the same
wonder, am I more blessed, or a s~lightly cursed being,
my breath restored, wet eyes full brimming, changed,
revived but always modified, a newer old man, whose
sum total always a different number, but in sequential,
compelled to confess, no understanding of this miracle,
always the same,
always different,
this daily visionary miracle
-Nat Lipstadt via hellopoetry
Glass plate chipping and underexposed print... It's not completely failed, though, it has its charm :-).
Foma Liquid Emulsion on 13x18 cm glass plate (fotoimpex.com). Medium format neg (M645 ProTL w/ M-S 45 mm/f2.8.)
Developed in Ilford MG 1+9.
Fomafix P (hardening fixer).
Untoned.
Gold spray paint on emulsion side, covered by a black spray paint layer.
CSX B30-7 poses at Union City, Georgia during a break in the day's work in February 2003. The white roofs did little to repel the heat although someone thought it was a good idea. It was clear this substance was hastily applied in numerous applications. (Slide Scan)
Paved paradise and started doing land devolvement, new challenge photo at the top of Beaumont near the old Southern Pacific location of Nicklin is to attempt to hide the ever developing Shadow Creek neighborhood, as this was a failed attempt since the trees still have some more growing to do. This shot is usually done in a wider format to show off a big sweeping curve and the mountains in the distance although, with the large amount of home that create a eyesore that shot really isn't for me.
Anyway here's Union Pacific 2680 again rounding out the last mile or so in it's climb to the top of Beaumont Hill with a modest 8700 feet of train, with a Big Yellow C45AH to make for a nice leader.