View allAll Photos Tagged first
DSC_4922
This is one image in a series I'm shooting on parking decks ... shapes and forms, light and shadow play, mood and atmosphere. Some images are minimalist; others representational; still others abstract. To see more in the series click Parking Deck Series
Lovely Elena teaches her sweet daughter Rada the art of soap bubbles on the ''Amor de Perdição'' Square in Porto (candid shot).
© 2021 Jacques de Selliers. All rights reserved.
For reproduction rights, see www.deselliers.info/en/copyright.htm.
Photo ref: j50_1861-pd1 Porto
ET 2308 p7 659
My first star trail ... very much a test shot to learn some lessons for when I do it for real later in the year. The focus isn't quite right here but I put this down to it being 2am in the morning and the few nips of Laphroaig that I had consumed beforehand :D Also, still very much learning how to use my camera's intervalometer.
Each time a parent brought food to this brood of fledged Tree Swallows, the first to spot the incoming delivery wound up getting the goods. In this case it was the second bird from the left. On Armand bayou.
I don't know about you, but I always know which phase the moon is in at all times.
I took a break from deep-sky to capture our beautiful first quarter (59% illuminated) moon earlier this week.
The image is a composite of two images to reveal the unlit portion of the moon for a more 3D look.
The starry sky was also added for effect. I've still got a lot to learn about solar system photography, but I REALLY enjoy it.
Emerging from hibernation after its duties as one of the stars of the American Freedom Train, Reading T-1 2101 is taking its first steps as Chessie Steam Special 2101. The changeover work was done at the former Reading Saucon Creek roundhouse in Hellertown, Pennsylvania. This initial steamup, late in the day on a Friday, was in preparation for a Saturday morning deadhead move down the North Penn Branch to Philadelphia, where the 4-8-4 will roll onto B&O tracks to begin its final excursion career.
First York, 60928 (YG02 DHU) a Wright Eclipse bodied Volvo B7L, painted in this Park & Ride branded livery. This scene captures the vehicle at Duxford Airfield attending the 2007 Showbus rally.
© Christopher Lowe.
Date: 16th September 2007.
Ref No. 0015521/CL.
That's Toby. He's almost 9, and this was his first EVER swim. He took to it like a baby duck.. Boy, did he ever sleep well that night!
Upper Sardine Lake, in the high Sierras of northern California.
Explore #1 September 23, 2022
...which covers the mountains like a fine icing. I was so deeply impressed when I stood in front of this massive mountain face and below me the turquoise mountain lake, which brought out all its beauty. Why am I here again on this beautiful place of peace and serenity? I needed the fresh mountain air to give my soul the liberation it was crying for. Since Roco is no longer with us, sadness and an inner emptiness surrounds me. The pure mountain air and the fresh spring water fill my soul with new, unused strength that I need now like nothing else in the world. This place encloses my heart with the peace and serenity I so desperately needed. I am so grateful that I was able to share and experience these unforgettable moments up there and so close to the mighty mountains with my two sons. What could be nicer in the world than being in an environment where your heart warms up?
I had to free myself from the pain of losing our beloved companion Roco and went where he would have definitely liked to be. I want to give him that honor and a piece of heaven that he can watch over us. I was so close to him up there. Tears flow down my cheeks...
This is my world, this is my place where I can find peace and listen to my inner voice. Thank you all my dear friends to be part of this what happened to me. Thank you for listening, thank you for your precious friendship.
I love places that remind me how small me and my problems actually are.
I am never lost in the mountains, it is where I found myself.
The mountains gave me the peace I was looking for.
The mountains gave me the dreams I needed.
Now We Are Free
It's silly o'clock and I slither out from under the bed clothes, lit only by the LED on the clock. Its cold, the heating hasn't fired up yet. I quickly put on my clothes, specially laid out for speed. I hurry downstairs (we don't live in a bungalow you know!!) Gathering up all my gear I have placed by the door, I call upstairs.... Byeeeee, see you later. I'm off to the car. I have to scrape the frost from the windscreen; I think this is a good sign. I set off into the darkness, looking over the hedge where ever I can for any sign of the mist. Suddenly I hit a pocket... my heart skips a beat... so, it's about!!!!!
I pull into the little gravel car park at the bottom of Martinsell Hill. By this time there is just a smidge of light in the sky, you can see outlines of trees and hedgerows shooting off into the darkness. Switching off the headlights, my eyes take a few seconds to adjust. I set off through the gate and now for the climb up the hill. I know there are cows in the field as every five or six footsteps it feels a little squelchy underfoot :o(.. It's OK, I have my walking boots on and spares in the car :o). I head up the hill, Pewsey Vale on my left and a small wood on my right. Sometimes there’s a Raven just beginning to croak good morning at me ( I love that sound ) but not this morning, but as always there’s a Tawny Owl telling me it's his wood, sometimes the female adds her support !! All of a sudden a cow stands up in front of me from its overnight sleeping place, I nearly wet myself. It's still too dark to clearly see, but I hate using a torch, it spoils the mood. I have a chuckle and press on. I round a corner on the hillside and cross a stone-age flint quarry, the only tell tale sign these days is when the sun finally rises and the light dances off the hillside, it looks like the surface of a giant golf ball. I wonder if thousands of years ago Stone Age people sat here knapping flint for arrow heads and watched the sun rise, as I will!! Must press on, the sun won’t wait, every minute there is more light. I reach my chosen spot, heart pounding, as much from the excitement of what could happen, as from the walk up the hill. Unpacking all the kit and setting it up all takes time, checking and re-checking the settings. By now the mist is really starting to form, lying in hollows and collecting around trees. A buzzard calls somewhere, I don’t even look up, I just love the fact it made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Within minutes the sun pops over the far side of the vale, and sprays its rays over the mist, clipping the tops of the trees.
It’s then that I know.... silly o’clock wasn’t so silly :o)
If you get this far, well done.... if not, sod ya..... lol ...
© Laura Matesky. Please do not use this or any of my images without my permission.
Dance School was what my life was about when I was a young child. This chair was found in a city where I took dance lessons and was photographed behind a warehouse with the feeling of that first dance solo where you are finally a star!