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Need assistance editing infrared! All the tutorials in the world can't seem to help me. Any suggestions?
I'm sure over the past few days, everyone has seen or heard about the scenes from Japan either from TV, radio, internet or the news papers. This poster I have made is to help spread the word of just one way we can help those in need.
I do not wish to gain any profit from this, just to spread the word.
Helper power is the norm in the mountains of central Pennsylvania on the Pittsburgh Line of Norfolk Southern. The view is from the top of Tunnel Hill. Ahead for this train is Horseshoe Curve outside of Altoona.
No I don't mean the foot which belongs to my son but the very large caterpillar! Spotted in Pwll Du Lane and wonder if anyone knows what it is. The size 12 foot was to give a sense of scale!
I couldn't resist this shot............. I took this in Harvard Square right across from Harvard University. A rich prestigious university on one side of the street and a homeless family on the other.
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"Awake! (not Greece—she is awake!)
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!
If thou regret’st thy youth, why live?
The land of honourable death
Is here:—up to the field, and give
Away thy breath!"
Excerpts from On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year, by George Gordon, Lord Byron
195 years ago today, George Gordon, Lord Byron, the famous and infamous Romantic poet, died of what was probably malaria in Messolonghi, Greece, only 36 years old. Why was the British Lord-turned-rockstar poet in the damp, wetlands of Messolonghi? He was fighting a war. At the time, the Greek citizens were under attack and invasion by the Turks and desperately needed help. Byron had read all the Greek classics in school, learned Greek and had fallen in love with its people and culture when he travelled there several years before. Though he had no military training or experience, he decided that he had to do SOMETHING to help save the Greeks, so he went there, not knowing exactly what would happen.
His fellow British were mainly indifferent about the war; it wasn’t their problem and they saw no reason to help fund the Greek’s defenses. Byron had left Britain in 1816 after years of scandal and most British people were glad to see the most brilliant wordsmith the world has ever seen leave. But they were still fascinated with him, eagerly gobbling up every scrap of gossip, true or not, about him, while simultaneously actively snubbing him if their paths did cross. When word spread that Byron had almost single-handedly taken up the Greek cause, it was met with a slight curiosity and suspicion about what Byron hopes to gain from his involvement. In truth, he sincerely only wanted Greece to be free and was helping however he could. He poured what would be millions of dollars of his own, personal money into the Greek cause, while writing compelling letters to other wealthy British citizens and political leaders, trying to get them to contribute as well. The results were tepid at best.
And then, the glorious sun king of poetry died.
The Greeks, who already loved him, almost turned him into a saint. There are statues of him all over Greece and even today, he’s still considered a national hero, complete with a Byron Day celebrated every year. To the British, he had become a martyr and all previous negative views on him were instantly erased. The government coughed up enough money to help the Greeks win the war and maintain their independence. When Byron’s body was transported back to England (against his wishes to be buried in Greece, though his lungs and larynx were left there, as he had used his voice to save them) the crowds who gathered to view his body overwhelmed every church his body stopped in on his way to its final destination. Locks of his hair were snipped off, in the 19th century version of throwing your bra or panties at a sex symbol celebrity. He was denied burial with Britain’s other most famous poets for the scandals he had caused in life (mostly true but a few more salacious ones made up) and it was only the chapel at one of the schools he had attended that agreed to take him in, in his family’s longtime vault.
Byron lived life on his own terms. Despite mental health problems, frequent suicidal ideation, being born with a painfully deformed right foot, having lovers die, an abusive mother, being sexually and physically abused as a child and his own country turning its back on him, he is still one of the most beloved English writers in history. And rightly so. He loved other men romantically at a time when he could have been hung for it. He loved deep and hard, even when his eternal soulmate turned out to be his half-sister Augusta. But she loved him back with equal passion and ferocity, and as two consenting adults, I see no reason that it’s anyone else’s business that they loved each other.
This image reminds me of Byron today, on the anniversary of his death, for many reasons. For the mental healthcare he should have received but didn’t exist yet. For the physical healthcare that also didn’t exist. For the despair he sank into when he was forced to leave his country, everyone he had ever known and loved, and never return. For the call he heard and he alone answered from Greece. For the help that his martyrdom created for Greece, enabling what he had wished for all along: freedom.
We are all fighting different internal battles that will rarely be seen by others. It might be mental health, invisible physical illnesses, PTSD, addiction or simply a problem we haven’t confessed to anyone. We all need help, and asking for it can be the scariest thing to do. But it’s worth it. You’re worth it. Byron would have thought so too. If you’re feeling like nobody will understand whatever you’re going through, try reading some of Byron’s poetry. He understood pain better than most and he would have understood what you’re going through too. Keep fighting, because Byron never gave up no matter how unimaginably horrible things got. You can be the hero you long to be. Byron did it, and so can you. Awake your spirit, as he would say, and fight.
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I bought this cutie today at a thrift store... but he needs names. I am open to exotic & different names or even classic names. I will pick one by Tuesday. Thank you all in advance! :)
This was taken on 94th Street and Lexington Avenue...
I guess this is what a typical pair of NYC teenagers looks like today ... but like I said in the caption for the photo, I have a feeling you could see these two almost anywhere in the country. Or almost anywhere in the world. And while you're looking at a photo taken on April 2, 2014, I'm not sure it would have looked all that much different 20 or 30 years ago.
Well, maybe the headphones are an indicator of our time. Maybe the skateboard. Maybe the boots that the girl is wearing. But I'm not so sure ...
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for May 7, 2014.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
Oh, one last thing: I've created a customized Google Map to show the precise details of each day's photo-walk. I'll be updating it each day, and the most recent part of my every-block journey will be marked in red, to differentiate it from all of the older segments of the journey, which will be shown in blue. You can see the map, and peek at it each day to see where I've been, by clicking on this link
URL link to Ed's every-block progress through Manhattan
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
Vintage greeting card.
Circa 1950s.
Maker unknown.
Interior reads:
Here's something
to help you celebrate
A very
Happy Birthday date!
Some of our little helpers from The Buddhist and the Muslim world. We also have the Catholic juxtaposition with the Virgin of Guadelupe.
help me san fransico residents you my only hope. come see my at my book signing / talk on the 12th october at the booksmith and / or come to one of my hot shots photo courses
Miscellaneous Composition; (This is not about me, folks... just a concept); ©2010 DianaLee Photo Designs
So I bought this beauty yesterday 8) Unfortunately he has this big stain on his cheek D: Please give me some tips and tricks to get the stains off his face ;_; I'm going to try them out in the weekend <3
Thank you :D
Amis FlicKrien(nnes)
J'ai besoin de votre aide, je ne sais plus quoi faire : sur des séries de photos je me retrouve avec plusieurs photos comme celle-ci. Cela m'arrive depuis que j'ai mon EOS 80D mais pas à chaque prises de vues. La carte mémoire est neuve, c'est une Carte SDXC Samsung 64Go + avec 90 mb/s en écriture et 100 mb/s en lecture. Celle-ci a été formatée dans l'appareil dès que je lai acheté. Mon 80D est neuf. (05/2021). J'espère que ce n'est pas une panne logicielle ou pire encore une panne matérielle.. J'ai mis la carte mémoire dans mon 550D, je n'ai pas eu ce problème. J'ai tenté avec une autre carte mémoire dans mon 80D, je n'ai pas rencontré le problème non plus mais comme dit plus haut, ça ne le fait pas sur tous les clichés...
Est-ce qu'il faut que je l'envoie à Canon et qu'ils me l'immobilise pendant 1000 ans ? Et est ce que ca peut être pris en charge par Canon ?
J'avais rencontré ce type de problème avec une carte dans mon 550D mais après formatage, il n'y avait plus de problème.
des avis, des conseils ? je suis preneuse là, parce que je n'en plus de jeter mes photos...
I've been reading and reading about resizing images for viewing online. How come everything I try looks all blotchy and gross? they just don't look as clear as they do in photoshop.
check out the last 4 pics in this album... ugh...
Picture is only somewhat relevant. As you probably read in the title I need help. I am writing a stop motion film (The image above is a snippit from an animation test i did) And I am stuck with the plot. IF anyone is interested in helping me sort it out and write it just leave a comment below!
THANKS!
October 6, 2018
I'm wondering if anyone can offer some advice for successfully using (or NOT using) a polarizing filter under mid-day sun. Is this due to wide angle? With the sun over my right shoulder, can it be done??
You can see in this photo that the sky is horribly gradated and is WAY underexposed. If I overexpose, the sky is STILL gradated, and the water is blown out. I want to get the rich color of the polarized water, but the sky looks terrible!
This is one of the photos I took from a recent hike through the dunes of the Cape Cod National Seashore. It was a very bright day under mid-day sun.
The Dune Shack Trail
Cape Cod National Seashore
Provincetown, Massachusetts
Cape Cod - USA
Photo by brucetopher
© Bruce Christopher 2018
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