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The hardest part about this photo shoot was dealing with the wind, a piece of chewing gum would have been handy to stick Ben to the ground.
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Amongst the hardest family of birds for many to distinguish, including me, has to be a number of members of the flycatcher family. I'm pretty sure this is a Hammond's (Empidonax hammondii), but it would not surprise me if I'm completely wrong.
" Experience is the hardest kind of teacher. It gives you the test first and the lesson afterward."
- Oscar Wilde
A friend sent me the link to this incredible cover by this incredibly talented young man
Funny......was planning on posting the original when I found the right pic :)
So its another old one :))
Yup....am knee-deep in old pics
I love it!
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Have a wonderful wonderful weekend
Am gonna be dancing all weekend
(A couple of Christmas parties and a friend is getting married)
Throwing on the LBD and my glass slippers :)))
xxxx
Another pic from my recent trip to Thailand. This is the famous Wat Arun, taken from across the Chao Phraya River. This may have been the hardest I've ever had to work to capture a sunset. Not hard to find the best angle, but hard just to find a place to shoot from at all! I thought I was prepared for this shot and left my hotel well in advance so I'd have enough time to run around and a good photo location. The first problem that it was rush hour in Bangkok and I needed to get across town, more than 5 miles to get to this spot. This particular gridlock was so bad that even our little "Tuk Tuk" (3 wheeled golf cart) was unable to move. After 10 minutes of roasting in the near 100 degree heat and soaking in so much exhaust from the cars and busses that my skin actually started to darken, our Tuk Tuk driver told us to get out. He said simply "10 minute... that way ... go!" and so it was time to hoof it. All of the busses were actually vacant as the locals know they can apparently walk faster when it gets this bad!
The next problem was that I didn't actually know where I needed to go. I mean, I could see the spot that had been marked on a map and I had a pretty good idea of where I currently was, but it was tough to gauge exactly how far it actually was. So I started off with a brisk pace, carrying about 20 pounds of photo gear with me. I was confident that I'd have enough time. After 10 minutes, I looked back at the map and had only moved a fraction of the way. Hmmm.. perhaps Thai minutes are different, my pace starts to quicken. Another 10 minutes goes by, I can see the sun going down fast now, I know my time is running out. A quick check to the map... half way there. At this point, I freak out... this is my last night in Bangkok and my only chance to get this shot. The sunset looks to be incredible... I make the call to start jogging. The 20 pounds of photo gear feels more like 100. Sweat is no longer dripping but flowing down my face in this incredible heat. I'm camouflaged from all the exhaust that has now stuck to my skin.
The sun is setting fast... too fast. I'm honestly thinking about the sad faces of all my friends and family who will never get to see this amazing sunset that will likely now be gone by the time I get there... IF I ever get there. One last surge of energy, I'm close. I can smell the water... wait, that's just sweat... but a quick check to the map confirms that I'm close. I can now see taller buildings along what must be a river bank. The color behind the buildings is really starting to explode. I catch a glimpse of water through a crack between two buildings... I can see the top of one of the Wat spires... I'm here. But now I'm not sure where to go. I walk down an alleyway and head towards what appears to be an opening. It's a ferry boat launch and there is no place to shoot from. And there it is, the sun is actually setting... ah... I've got to find a spot. I come back out to the main street and see another corridor. I sprint past a bunch of local fisherman toward the water. I can only imagine that site... a sweat drenched, red-faced man, now blackened and hobbling... it must have looked like I had just crossed a desert. I see a floating dock on top of the water, with the Wat Arun across the river behind it. Boats are flying down the river kicking up large waves that make the floating dock almost impossible to stand on but I have to as it's the only unobstructed vantage. Camera already set up for the right settings, I fire off 3 sets of 9 bracketed exposures. Phew... I got the shot... now time to relax :)
Sorry for the Flickr drop off, lots of stuff going on and quite a few client gigs that have kept me busy. I'm looking forward to catching up on all that I missed this week!
18th August 1940. All 11 Groups Squadrons come to readiness as the Hardest Day of the Battle of Britain is about to begin.
Every year there is a Western Gull nesting at this same spot on the cliffs near Dinosaur Caves/Margo Dodd park (Shell Beach, CA). I think it's the same pair of gulls each year. The weather was hot and she was panting, but she did not give up her post, though she stood and moved around a few times to cool off.
Last year was probably the hardest year of my life. I had my exams and I started college and also battled with phases of depression which I feel I have grown past now thanks to self portraiture.
I never used upload images of myself last year as my self confidence was so poor I didn't like a single picture of myself that I had done. I felt as though my photography was rubbish compared to that of summer 2011 and so around November 2012 I tried to make pictures featuring a model to get my views back.
As I had no one to model for me on the spot I had to use myself. At first, I didn't want to show my face in the photo because I hated the way I looked but I felt as though I needed too to get the idea I was going for. Eventually, I had created a few pictures of my whole face in and I decided I liked them because I was in it and then my self confidence grew.
I feel as though now, in the space of less than a year, I like myself more than I ever have done because of the self portraits I had done. I never thought they would have such an impact on my feelings and attitudes towards situations that happen every day.
I only have a few hobbies and one of the main ones are photographing and editing. I love doing my hair and makeup, getting my camera and tripod and then walking out into the countryside and setting up my shot. It gives me a great feeling when I feel I've made something I really really like and then to have other people like it as well is an even better feeling.
I can only say an enormous thank you to everyone that regularly views my work and comments occasionally. I am really very happy with how things are right now.
On Christmas Day, 2009, a year after my mother died, I scattered her ashes in the Halifax River next to Ames Park in Ormond Beach, Florida. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done.
When I got to the park, it had been raining all morning. I pulled up in the parking lot, and picked up the container that held my Mom's remains, and got out of the car, heading towards the spot where I would release her. As I began to walk towards the north side of the park, a large, Great Blue Heron stood on the sidewalk, looking almost as if it was looking for me. As I approached, it walked just ahead of me, almost leading me down the sidewalk along the river. The bird turned off to the right before I got to the spot, and just stood there.
I took a couple of minutes to pray and say my goodbyes to Mom, when all of a sudden, the heron cried out loudly from where it stood nearby. I turned and looked, and saw that someone else had just pulled up in the parking lot. It was almost as if the bird was alerting me that I needed to do what I came to do quickly. I opened the container, and let my mother's ashes go into the wind and river. When I finished, the bird flew over near me, and stood there for a second and then flew away. I left feeling as if I had somehow been in the presence of something more than a bird. It was like an angel- a guardian. On one of the saddest days of my life, God had shown me that He was watching, and that I mattered, and so did my Mom.
Every year I've gone to the park on Christmas. This year, I did my usual pilgrimage, and some similarly interesting things happened. First, I looked over at the spot where Mom rests, and saw several White Ibises there by the river. Several years ago, I lured a whole flock of White Ibises down the street by tossing bread crumbs along as I walked, so that they would come to my yard where my mother could see and hear them as she had never seen them before. Mom had gotten such a kick out of the birds that day! Now they were waiting where she was. I took a couple of photos and headed over, knowing that the weather was turning rainy, just as it had been that morning 7 years ago. As I walked over, I realized the birds had all disappeared! I never saw them fly, and I didn't see them anywhere in the park! It was as if they just vanished! I figured I must have just missed them take off, although I don't know how they could have without me noticing, or seeing where they went.
I paid my respects to Mom, and it began to rain, so my visit was cut short. I quickly went back to my car and began to pull out of the parking lot. As I did, I glanced to the left towards the river, and there on top of a boathouse was this heron! It glanced over at me while I frantically grabbed for my camera, and then it looked back over the river as I took several photos. Once again, the guardian seemed to be back, this time looking older and a little more worn than it did before, but still standing guard while I did what is still hard for me all these years later. Was it the same bird? Probably not, but the message was loud and clear. I was not forgotten by God. The people I love are important to Him, and the hard things I must do in life matter to Him. He has often comforted me as I've done these things, knowing that I needed more strength sometimes than I have within me to do them.
Every time I say goodbye to my Mom, and then I see the guardians who stand and wait, it makes me aware that those goodbyes aren't final. I am just waiting to see her again. I expect the guardians I see in heaven when that happens will be waiting to fly away for good, no longer needing to oversee, comfort or watch. These small reminders of God's goodness give me hope for that day!
There is love in your body but you can't hold it in
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts.
I don't like winter because there's not enough daylight and everything is dead and gray.
The hardest part about shooting with Anastasia is trying to decide my favorite photos to post. She is absolutely gorgeous with a great personality. 2021 pretty much sucked in general; the best thing about it was I had a chance to shoot with Anastasia about 5 times. We did this shoot at the Scentsy campus in October 2021. Excellent shoot with one of my favorite models!!
"The things hardest to bear are sweetest to remember" Lucius Annaeus Seneca Looking down the canyon that Victoria Falls has carved out near Lake Oesa. I took this shot while standing on a rock in the middle of the river above the falls. Hard to appreciate just how far below the falls plunge down to. Lake O'Hara region of Yoho National Park, British Columbia, Canada Love Life, Love Photography
And the hardest part was letting go, not taking part; it was the hardest part.
And the strangest thing was waiting for that bell to ring.
It was the strangest start.
Someday i'll be there, i swear.
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One of the hardest things in life was someone steering my mind to believe Love doesn't exist for someone like me and that no one would ever love me and I fully accepted that. Not only have I had my mother RL & SL turn their backs on me for being different. Time after time, those calling me family and friends supporting me left me because they've chosen envy over love. As the beauty of light been taken from me the beauty of dark enlightened me, embracing me in a coffin of numbness which protected me from them. Still, I remain the same because those that can get past the guarded walls surrounding the security of my heart gain the unconditional capture of my heart. You're stuck with me and for that, I'll never betray you because somehow, some way you've made me love you. For those that have taken part in destroying my light, I thank you and...
No slow creeping chug-chug for Cloud Kingdom. Ride in style, ride with speed!
Cars are as follows: engine, crew, tanker, passenger, passenger, ammunition, passenger, weapon and anti-aircraft gun, heavy equipment flatbed, and more passenger cars.
Indicator light on the ground in front of the engine. Hopefully sufficiently obvious, though a little blurred.
Close-ups to come! Especially of the mini tanks. ;)
Someone recently did this this kind of painting background thing on a build I saw, seemed like a good idea. I had been planning on an immersive cyberpunk cityscape, but time got away from me on that one. May revisit it in the weeks ahead though!
Quite possibly the hardest conditions I have ever taken a photograph in, and that includes Sweden in Winter at -35! Not as cold here, but the wind was really strong, the snow was coming in heavily and I was already pretty cold. I was holding the tripod to stop it blowing over! This is just a field away from where we live, and the scenery is stunning. The sea was churning in the distance, and did a lot of damage to the East coast of Cornwall that day.
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The hardest part of my life is not seeing my beautiful dog, Stella, every day anymore. Every time I do visit home I spend as much time with her I possibly can and I more than cherish that time.
I love a GP38-2. They look awesome and they sound awesome. And while I think they are tremendously ugly, I love a high hood GP38-2 as well, if only because they are becoming a rare breed.
Here we've got two ex Southern specimens working the (once) mighty Enola Yard in south central Pennsylvania, and sounding like a million bucks as they do it.
The hardest image to get in my latest video. Give it a watch at youtu.be/i7ZqFNS-bDA
This egret was staying pretty hidden behind reeds and grasses at El Fondo (or El Hondo) nature reserve in Spain but a bit of patience and timing a shot as the wind blew the foliage out of the frame, allowed me to get one image
probably the hardest night shot i have done to date given the absolute lack of light to play with, not perfect given the conditions but for a first go im pretty chuffed with it, taken on the horseshoe pass north wales, i hung around for about 2 hrs just watching this amazing spectacle in the sky and saw just 1 car, totally in my element out there, the meteors here are like fireworks and you can hear them too and the international space station so easy to spot given the lack of light pollution, i would give this place the thumbs up to anybody wishing to do night sky scenes. (round the bend from the ponderosa, be safe out there)
The Oriole. I think it’s one of the hardest birds to photograph. Despite their bright color, you’re lucky to catch even a glimpse—and always, always high up in the trees. Even here at home I hear them quite often, but I almost never see them.
Once, I followed one for kilometers as it hopped from treetop to treetop, all the while beautifully singing its melodic “Dudeljo” song. I almost had it—until it flew off, letting out a sharp call that sounded suspiciously like mocking laughter.
I didn’t quite know what to expect when I boarded the plane on Saturday the 31st, headed for Bence Máté’s farm in Hungary. Of course, I had a wish list. The hoopoe and the oriole were right at the top. I quickly realized that while the first might be achievable, the second—just like back home—would be nearly impossible. Sure, you hear them all day long, but that doesn’t mean you’ll see them, let alone photograph them! It’s incredible how such a brightly colored bird can remain so invisible…
I think I got lucky… We were sitting in a hide, waiting to see what would come by, when suddenly it landed right in front of me on a branch. And the brightly colored male on top of that! Yes, far away and under less-than-ideal conditions—but still, I’m so happy with this photo!
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Hardest shot ever. I was in the woods almost naked covered by dirt trying to simulate a strange creature in a chair. I'm not gonna post any bts picture because it's too awkward, but I'm so proud of this tiny serie, it looks like a story doesn't it? I haven't ideas for indoor photos, please don't get bored of this location because is the only one I have around here. And you're not allowed to get bored by the chair neither :D To be continued...
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This was one of the hardest things to lose from the flood. The Art Deco vanity was 87 years old and was part of a bedroom set that was ruined when contaminated flood water poured into two bedrooms where they were stored. I had wanted Deco furniture for 30 years and finally found a set that I could afford, thanks to a gift from my best friend, and that was in wonderful condition. I doubt insurance will pay enough to replace it, and I won't find one I like this much, anyway. I know we're not supposed to love the things of this world, but I worked hard and waited a long time for the furniture I had, and it all worked perfectly in my house. This has been so hard... No wood could be saved because this was a level 3 blackwater event. Wood absorbs the sewage and chemicals in the water. The other pieces are in the 1st comment. And yes, the muck that came in the house is still visible on and behind the toilet. It was pretty disgusting.
I am trying to raise money to help with expenses. If you can help, I'd really appreciate it. gofund.me/7fa597a7
Leaving Amerongen
The hardest part about moving house as a family is that you break up very deep friendships. On the right is my son P., on the left his friend M. The deepest friendship I've seen between children. This photograph was made two days before we left. The guys have had a tough time since we moved away over a year ago. They do see each other from time to time and that is great, but things will never be as they were.
In August 2016, we moved house and left the place in which our children were born. In the weeks leading up to our leaving, I took some photographs. Now more than a year later, I had them developed. It somehow seemed fitting to wait for a bit.
Is the hardest part.
We are waiting for our granddaughter to be born. We are so excited for our son and family.
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11-25-08. 11:50 am. 8 pounds 1 ounce Baby Girl !!
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It's the hardest rule to follow
I really wish that I could call you
You can find another me tomorrow
And that's the hardest pill to swallow, babe
If I woke up and I called it quits
If today I gave up all of this
Maybe I could get you back tomorrow
And that's the hardest pill to swallow, baby
Life lister. Quite possible the hardest bird I’ve clicked at, never stopped moving.
Cascade Mountains – Jackson County – Oregon - USA
“Brown Creepers are tiny woodland birds with an affinity for the biggest trees they can find. Look for these little, long-tailed scraps of brown and white spiraling up stout trunks and main branches, sometimes passing downward-facing nuthatches along the way. They probe into crevices and pick at loose bark with their slender, downcurved bills, and build their hammock-shaped nests behind peeling flakes of bark. Their piercing calls can make it much easier to find this hard-to-see but common species….. Brown Creepers breed primarily in mature evergreen or mixed evergreen-deciduous forests. You can find them at many elevations, even as high as 11,000 feet at treeline in the West. In the winter season, the species moves into a broader variety of forests and becomes much easier to find in deciduous woodlands.”
-Cornell University Lab of Ornithology
The hardest bit was to find the place where this beauty land. Then once you get there, you just stay amazed by this scenery, wondering what really happened that day to this plane that ended up here, as I ve read so many different stories about it.
Shooting the Milky Way and getting it clear and sharp is one of the hardest photo that needs patience and preparation. This happened two days back, I was lucky to join professional photographers in their trip into the deep desert of Abu Dhabi led by @mahmoud.mar3i . Thanks to their advices and experience, it would be impossible for me to reach such a remote location under a totally black sky. I would like to share two advices that helped improving my practices in shooting an “Astro” photograph;
1) Choosing the right date and time to see the Milky Way; the time of the year will affect what part of the Milky Way you see based on the part of world you live in. I was lucky to be there at the right time to capture the Galactic core (the brightest part of Milky Way). Ideally you want shoot with no moon showing and in a very good weather. Terrible weather can be a huge disappointment.
2) Good camera and lens are essential when trying to capture the majesty of the Milky Way, it is a wise choice to use a camera that can shoot a decent image at 3200 to 6400 ISO. The Milky way is huge so, when choosing the lens, it is recommended to use a very wide angle lens, that you can capture a huge portion of the sky. The lower aperture that your lens can go is the better. In this photo I used #NikonD800 and the lens was #14-24mm with the aperture #f/2.8. Recommended shutter speed was between 20 to 30 seconds.
In addition to that, it was challenging to get the shot in focus, the best advice was forgetting about the auto focus and to use the focus ring to the infinity symbol or a little bit before it. Also, having a live view on the camera screen and zooming in the stars or using a bigger screen like an iPad was absolutely handy to make sure that all scene was in focus.
This was my first time to shoot the Milky Way, it may happen many times in future but will always remember the first time, It was fun and special especially in the light painting session!
#MilkyWay #DarkSky #SkyView #AlRazeen #AbuDhabi #Desert #LightPainting #Stars #ShootingStars #AMT
Out of all of the things that happened this year, out of all the many decisions I've had to make this year..... THIS! This was the hardest one to make!
At the time I only had enough for 1 of these cute lil hats. So I started asking friends to help me just by asking them "black hat.... or white hat...." AND OF COURSE BETWEEN ALL OF EM IT CAME OUT TO A TIE! X.X
After a lil waiting and selling I got enough to get both of them :'3
Thanks to Cubic Cherry for Making these cute lil hats and making me have a slight mid-life crisis in choice making lol
Also, thanks to my friends that tried to help =w= <3
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One of the hardest photos to capture from the passenger seat window is the takeoff runway as the aircraft makes that necessary turn.
You have only a mere seconds before you lose that magnificent view of the runway and hope that your camera doesn't misfocus or shake, leaving you with a poor shot. And yes, it has happened to me before.
This was taken at the Kuala Lumpur International Airport prior to departure on a Malaysia Airlines flight MH2614 from Kuala Lumpur to Kota Kinabalu.
"Sometimes the hardest storms to get through are the ones that your soul needs most. And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive.But survive, you did.
And one thing is certain, when you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.That’s what the storm is all about." - Haruki Murakami.
Pareidolia: Hardest Macro Mondays challenge so far trying to find a "face" less than 3" big. Spent ages wandering around - eventually found this: the top of the hinge of a gate to a children's play area in a local park.
Unquestionably the hardest I've worked to get photos of a bird. This sapsucker (a lifer for me) circled a Tamarisk trunk in roughly the same general area for hours. Unfortunately, the small grove of trees was so dense that I couldn't get in a position to have a clear view without branches and other trees obstructing me. I left the site numerous times to look for other subjects. Finally, just before I headed for home I decided to check on him one more time. I thought the bird had moved on, so I started to do so as well. Suddenly he appeared from the back side of the tree in a partially illuminated opening. It's the only decent photo I got of him all day.
The hardest thing about doing engagement shoots is to get a shot that the client will love but that I haven't seen before. Luckily, there are few places for surprises like New York City.
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