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Salyx, in the garden.
Here, she is tracking a bee!
Over the last three months, we have been transforming some of the wild part of the garden into a flower garden and sitting area. I had to move the little table I built when I discovered a bees’ nest at the base of the old granite byre wall. It is a very well-populated nest! The bees love the flowers and there is a constant stream of them in and out, on the bee highway! (The blue cast-iron flower “thingy” holds water -and stepping stones- so that the bees can have a drink without drowning.)
Salyx knows not to tackle the bees - she watches but will not engage with them. Thank goodness...
In the garden,
South Carrick Hills
SW Scotland
25 July, 2021
Olympus OMD - EM-1
ISO - 800
228.0 mm
(I Pad screenshot)
The final voyage on a Hurtigruten voyage was from Svolvar to Tromso a 17-hour trip. We did not board till 22.00 so there was lots of time to sit on deck and sky watch. Mary was dog-tired and went to bed around midnight taking my camera with her. About half an hour later the sky got rather interesting so I had to rely on my I Pad to take a few shots it did not do too bad a job. However it is not easy to hold up an Ipad on the deck of a moving ship they really catch the wind. I think this one was taken about one in the morning
THANKS FOR YOUR VISIT AND FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE A COMMENT IT’S MUCH APPRECIATED.
IF YOU WANT TO FOLLOW MY STREAM I SUGGEST YOU OUGHT TO READ MY PROFILE FIRST
to change the world, don't let the world change your smile.
Something my Mom would say. My Mom took this picture with her I Pad, She has no idea how she did it. Can you guess what it is?
Your Ghost - Kristin Hersh
If I walk down this hallway
Tonight it's too quiet
So I pad through the dark
And call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
And let your house ring
'Til I wake your ghost
Let him walk down your hallway
It's not this quiet
Slide down your receiver
Sprint across the wire
Follow my number
Slide into my hand
It's the blaze across my nightgown
It's the phone's ring
I think last night
You were driving circles around me
I think last night
You were driving circles around me
I think last night
You were driving circles around me
I can't drink this coffee
'Til I put you in my closet
Let him shoot me down
Let him call me off
I take it from his whisper
You're not that tough
It's the blaze across my nightgown
It's the phone's ring
You were in my dream (I think last night)
You were driving circles around me
A very determined stride. My first attempt at a post form my I-Pad. Did not bring a computer with me on this outing.
"If I walk down this hallway, tonight,
It's too quiet,
So I pad through the dark
and call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
and let your house ring
til I wake you ghost.
[...]
I think last night
you were driving circles around me."
("Your Ghost", Kristin Hersh)
Morning coffee in "Costa Coffee" in Honiton, Devon.
Costa Coffee was founded in London in 1971 by Sergio Costa as a wholesale operation supplying roasted coffee to caterers and specialist Italian coffee shops. It was acquired by Whitbread in 1995, then sold to The Coca-Cola Company in January 2019 in a deal worth $4.9 billion, and has grown to 3,401 stores across 31 countries and 18,412 employees. The business has 2,121 UK restaurants, over 6,000 Costa Express vending facilities and a further 1,280 outlets overseas, including 460 in China.
Costa is the second largest coffee-house chain in the world, and the largest in the UK.
In medieval times the village of Lavenham in Suffolk was one of the richest in England. It thrived on the wool trade in the 15th and 16th centuries when local merchants became very wealthy.
One the ways they could show their wealth was in the building of houses which .has resulted in the village having many half timbered properties that have stood the test of time over many centuries. There are over 200 grade 1 and grade 2 listed structures in the village today.
This house, known as Cordwainers, dates from circa 15th century and is located in the High Street. It is a timber frame and plastered building with grade 2 listed protection. In the past it was the One Bell Inn but is now a private house. I particularly like the different shapes and sizes of the timber beams, the colour of the plasterwork and the blocked up doorway on the right. A magnificent property!
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My dear sister emigrated to Australia 50 years ago, this was taken with a very simple camera then and this copy was photographed from the snapshot with her i/pad, little did we think that this would be possible all these years ago.
And now thanks to modern technology we can be in touch with each other and share our lives.I am so thankful for this
I edited this very simply on my i pad and shared to my e-mail as an experiment. realising, i think that maybe moving over to mac in a few days wont be so bad
For my personal (holiday) project:
#Loveletters to my everyday
I exchange my Canon EOS 1000D against the I-Pad Air for 21 days. I hope to get my focus on image composition through the I-Pad's wide-angle fixed focal length, as I have to pay much more attention to balancing light and shadow, guide lines and interesting foregrounds to obtain shots with spatial depth.
The 'Inaugural Meeting' of the Brentwood & District Photographic Club Monthly ''TEA CLUB' took place in Merrymede Tea Rooms -- a 'Small But Perfectly Formed' Group of members attended and enjoyed some 'Photo Chat' looked at Darkroom Prints, Vintage Cameras, and learned about the 'Exposure Modes' and how to upload to FLICKR easily from an I Pad The TEA and CAKES were tasty !
"If I walk down this hallway
Tonight it's too quiet
So I pad through the dark
And call you on the phone
Push your old numbers
And let your house ring
'Til I wake your ghost"
("Your Ghost, K. Hersh)
Taken back in 2015 using the i-pad ... I still get surprised by the quality this device sometimes produces - just occasionally it give clear results from front to back ... or maybe its just the fantastic light out in Western Isles ....
We met Tor of the Demetae and Lucan of the Silures at the fresh water spring. Lancelot greeted them with a friendly slap on their backs. Myrddin and Arthur examined the spring closely, while the others searched the hillside for a hidden entrance. Cavall hinted I should sniff out different scents.
I didn't quite know what I was looking for, but sniffed and listened out for something that wasn't the hillside or Arthur's company.
I made sure to stay close to Guinevere. She chose to search the hillside around the spring with the others. The spring itself resembled a shallow pool, gently overflowing into a stream that trickled down the hill. The water tasted sweet on my tongue, with a hint of chalk. My paws stopped aching and I felt less weary from the long journey. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until now, and drank until every part of me felt refreshed.
It was then I sniffed out a scent which seemed always there, like the hawthorn and gall-apples of the woodland.
'You sense it too, don't you,' Cavall said. 'What do you smell?'
'A scent that's like the hillside and hawthorn and gall-apples,' I said, which was the only way to describe it. 'But with a deeper sweet tone like the spring water. It's a scent that . . . blends in.'
'And here,' called Maisie from the stream. 'Do you hear that?'
I heard and smelt it. A scent so overpowering I wondered how the humans hadn't noticed. My ears pricked at the sound of water dripping from somewhere deep under my paws. The entire hill echoed with the sound, creating a trail of scent that led close to the summit. I ran up with Cavall and my sibling companions. Arthur and Guinevere pointed us out and said, 'The animals have found something. Come!'
My heart pounded with excitement. Close to the summit was a small wooded glen and the remains of a hut. An elderly man sat among the fallen leaves and grasses, wearing a cloak wrapped around a simple tunic. From a distance he looked a lot like the other humans accompanying Arthur and his company.
'It's just an old man from the villages,' Owain called out to his friends.
'No, he's not just an old man. No one is just a person,' said Arthur, running past Owain.
I saw the old man's eyes sparkle. He sat there waiting and watching, the brief hint of a smile on his face. I ran straight to him and sat by his feet. I didn't even shy away when his hand touched my fur. Cavall greeted him like an old friend, tail wagging. The old man laughed affectionately.
'What an unusual company,' he said. 'A red fox from another time yet part of our time.' He glanced up and saw Guinevere approach. 'Ah, so you're a companion of that one too.'
The elderly man reached for his hawthorn staff and sat up, like a king about to greet is subjects.
I expected Arthur to suggest the old man return to his village, warn him Medraut's Saxon army was heading this way. The two regarded each other, and in that moment I smelled that same scent on Arthur. I glanced from Arthur's face to the old man's. The two could have been grandfather and grandson.
Then Arthur did something that made everyone gasp. He knelt in front of the elderly man and said, 'I know you. I don't know how, but I know you.'
So many scenes rushed through my mind on what might happen next. I thought of Indiana Jones and how he tried to explain to the ancient knight before Donavan and Elsa stepped into the cave. I thought of rabbits with deadly bites, chewing the heads of knights. I thought of wizards in grey robes living in schools and tall towers. But there was no cave full of jeweled cups or white rabbits nearby. Instead the elderly man placed his right hand on Arthur's shoulder and beckoned he stand. In the next moment it was the elderly man kneeling, holding out his staff across both hands for Arthur to take.
'You have proved yourself worthy,' said the elderly man.
'Who are you?' asked Arthur.
'I think you know the answer to that,' the elderly man smiled. 'Some may know me as the Fisher King. The descendant of a company who traveled with the cup and the staff from Arimathea nearly five centuries ago.'
'Descendants?' asked Guinevere, catching up.
'Long ago, the son of a weary uncle from Arimathea settled this land and called it his home. He planted his father's staff as a symbol of a new beginning. As the staff took root and flourished, so too did his children and their children. They spread to all corners of the land, some to realms beyond the widest oceans, but the anchor of the tree and the spring always bound them here.'
'So, you're a descendant of Joseph of Arimathea?' asked Arthur.
'One of many who now walk this land,' said the old man. 'I am one of a handful who vowed to guard the secret of what you call the cup of life. A tradition that has been passed down from parent to child for generations. But now I grow weary of my task as Joseph grew weary of his, so I pass it on to you who have passed the challenges.'
'Challenges?' Lancelot raised his brows.
'He means how I pulled my sword from under the stone as a boy, and meeting the Silures and Demetae. But the true test was those two children, wasn't it?' said Arthur.
The old man nodded. 'With one further test to go,' he said, flicking his eyes briefly towards me. 'But will you accept it?'
That scent I tried to push back returned, stronger and more potent than ever. It was accompanied by the thunderous roar of countless soldiers echoing behind the hills. Arthur's company startled into action. Messengers came running with panic on their faces.
'I know,' Arthur said with a deep sigh. 'Medraut's armies are upon us.'
Arthur gave the call straight away. He stared grimly from the hilltop at the advancing Saxons: an ocean of shields and helmets, with the march of feet like waves pounding a shore.
None of Arthur's knights dared say what was on their minds, but from the expressions on their faces they knew they were outnumbered. Lancelot balled his fists, determined not to go down without a fight. Brunor, Fergus and Owain placed their hands on their swords. Lucan and Tor stood side by side, their faces freshly painted for war. Guinevere glared hard at the Saxons, ready to knock down any who dared approach. All around us soldiers and anyone willing to fight grabbed whatever they could as a weapon, while families fled to safer ground.
'I will make a stand over there, who is with me?' said Guinevere, pointing her sword towards Wearyall Hill.
'Yes, let them fight us on two fronts!' Lancelot declared.
I chose the Guinevere Front, and marched with the riders of Minas Daelor to Wearyall Hill. Thankfully Arthur chose to make a stand there too.
'Defend the tree. Let no one approach it,' he said.
I sensed he was also doing this to distract Medraut from that little wooded glen we met the old man. Arthur and Guinevere arranged all the soldiers in formations, until the entire hill was covered in gleaming armor. Owain did the same on the breaking wave hill. Their armor reflected the late morning sun, straight into the eyes of the advancing Saxons.
'That'll slow them a bit,' Arthur said.
It didn't appear to slow the Saxons at all. They just held up their own shield to block the reflected sunlight.
'Perfect, they are blinded by the cover of their shields!' Guinevere said. 'Archers. Now!'
A volley of arrows shot up, over our heads, and rained down on the Saxons. The thudding of arrows on shields made a sound like a flock of woodpeckers. Another volley came, and then another, but the Saxons marched on undeterred.
'They've been trained in Roman combat,' Arthur grumbled. Then he saw one Saxon stand out from the rest. The Saxon's black cloak was like midnight against his bronze armor.
'Medraut,' Guinevere hissed.
For a brief instant the armies stood in a face off. Arthur's knights defending two island hills, Medraut's Saxons like the ocean lapping their shores. The noise of their shouting and war cries was deafening. Each army trying to lure the other in. I quickly gathered up my sibling companions, hoping for a way out. Anything to get away from this war.
Then it happened. A man slid on wet grass and the Saxons saw it as an attack. Britons, Romans and Saxons immediately rushed forward in a charge. The clash of their swords and shields was even louder than their shouting. Within a blink I dodged boots and swords and falling soldiers, blood spattering the grass. All I could think now as to keep close to my sibling companions. Make sure we never got separated, and try and weave our way through to the hawthorn tree. Cavall's bark rang out, guiding us forward and left and right.
We threw ourselves under the hawthorn tree. Of all the adventures I'd been on, this was the scariest. There was so much screaming and crying and blood the little lakes turned pink as camellias. I wondered what happened to the old man. Where did he go in the midst of all this?
I tried to sniff out his scent, but there was just the blood and the odor of death. Bodies littered the ground. Saxons and Romans and Britons side by side where they fell. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see any more. Wishing I was back home in Gogerddan and my birthday sleepover. I begged it would happen. I prayed to the trees I'd open my eyes and find myself in my own time.
Then two familiar scents drowned out the blood. I opened my eyes and saw Arthur and Guinevere in front of me. They both raised their swords, gleaming in the sun. They flashed a signal to Lucan and Tor, and then to the others on the breaking wave hill.
Cavall raised his nose to the sky and sniffed. The gleaming swords slowly dimmed. The battle subdued, and in minutes everyone paused like they'd been frozen in time.
'What's happening?' Maisie whispered.
I padded over to the oak trees. Little crescents lit the woodland floor. I watched them get narrower and narrower as the light around us continued to fade. My whole body felt tingly, my heart pounding fast, everywhere fell so still and quiet I heard the trickle of water from the spring.
'It's an eclipse of the sun,' I said as I saw the ring in the sky.
Arthur stared across the frozen army of Saxons.
'Medraut. This ends now. We will both drink from the cup together!' he said.
Arthur held up a drinking bowl for everyone to see. 'We will drink from this cup,' he said again.
'That is the cup of eternal life?' Medraut asked.
'Will you drink with me or not? We must arrange a truce,' said Arthur. 'From this day on, let Britons, Romans and Saxons live together in peace and understanding.'
Medraut whispered to his chief soldiers, then said, 'I agree,' with a smirk I didn't like at all.
I followed Arthur and Guinevere to the spring, moving quickly while the eclipse still darkened the sky.
'That's the cup? You know Medraut is going to trick you. He has no intention of peace in this realm,' Guinevere said.
Arthur just nodded and marched on. Cavall walked beside him, his nose in the air, sniffing out Medraut now waiting on the hillside. Soldiers and knights parted to allow him though, frowning curiously at Arthur with the drinking bowl. There was something about that bowl – a scent that soon made Cashew chuckle.
'Oh, I get it,' Cashew said.
I got it too. The scent on that bowl was Cavall scent, and there was only one reason I could think of for that. I watched Arthur half fill the bowl from the spring and offer it to Medraut.
'You first. No tricks,' Medraut said, gruffly.
'Fine, I go first,' Arthur said. He drank from the bowl, taking three big gulps, then offered it to Medraut again.
'how do you feel now Arthur?' asked Guinevere.
'Fantastic. Like the gods have granted me their power,' Arthur replied. 'I feel so alive and as youthful as the boy I once was. Perhaps if I drink a little bit more . . . '
'No, I will drink,' Medraut snatched the bowl from Arthur's hands and filled it to the brim with spring water. Everyone watched him put the bowl to his lips and tip the contents down his throat.
'Want another?' Arthur gestured to the spring. 'Think of the power.'
'I will be all powerful. More powerful than all the gods,' Medraut said. 'I will be ruler of not just this land, but all the lands and the afterlife beyond. My skin will be stronger than armor, my eyes like suns, and my sword like lighting from the sky.'
'That doesn't sound very powerful. You could be even more powerful than that. As powerful as the sun,' Arthur said.
'More powerful than the sun,' Medraut downed his third bowl. 'The sun will bow before me!'
'And youthful? This is a cup of eternal life. It restores youth. How old are you, Medraut? Think of how youthful you will be,' Arthur said.
'Eternal youth and power,' Medraut laughed, then swiftly gulped down a fourth bowl.
'Yes, you certainly look young and powerful as the sun,' Arthur said. 'But how do you know? If you are as powerful as you say, perhaps we should test it.'
'A test?' Medraut said. 'I do not need to test my power on the likes of you. This land is mine. The world is mine. I am all powerful and you will bow before me!'
'Yes, yes, but before we do. We'd like a demonstration,' Arthur said.
'Perhaps he is afraid. How can we be ruled by a coward?' Guinevere laughed.
'I am no coward,' Medraut said, then filled the bowl and drank a fifth time. 'I will show you my youth and my power by . . . ' he looked around wildly. 'By climbing that siege tower and jumping off the top. I will fly like a bird and land on the summit of that hill, revealing I am the rightful ruler and all powerful god!'
'Go on then. I dare you,' said Owain.
We all watched Medraut climb the tower. Already I sensed something change in him. His face looked younger, and his arms and legs began to shrink. He climbed up and up, but with each step, he shrank that little bit more.
Suddenly he stopped and coughed. A ball of silvery fur dribbled from his mouth.
'What is this?' Medraut scowled.
Arthur looked at Cavall. 'I didn't know you cough fur-balls like a cat,' he said.
'I don't, but sometimes I swallow some when I clean myself,' Cavall chuckled.
'What's the difference in human years and dog years?' Lancelot asked.
'Depends on the dog and the human I suppose,' Arthur laughed. 'Hey, Medraut, how's that youth?'
'Great. I am all powerful!' Medraut said.
He reached the top of the siege tower and leaped. He plummeted straight down, his body continuing to shrink. I heard the cry of a young man followed by the yap of a tiny puppy. Guinevere caught him before he hit the ground.
'He turned into a dog,' Lancelot said, aghast. 'How?'
'Oh, how cute. A puppy,' said Guinevere, scratching the little dog behind the ears.
'What's the meaning of this?' a Saxon chief came marching over. 'Where is Medraut?'
'Medraut you say?' said Arthur as the sky brightened. 'He drank from Cavall's water bowl and threw himself off that tower.'
'So are you saying the Holy Grail is a dog's bowl?' said Owain after the Saxons left. Their new chief was actually thrilled to be the one in charge now, and vowed a truce between his people and the Romans and Britons.
'Not quite,' said Arthur. 'The cup of eternal youth is different for all of us. It's our dreams. It's what makes us who we are. The cup is within all of us and we just have to find it.'
'But that still doesn't explain how Medraut turned into a puppy,' said Lancelot. 'Myrddin, was that your wizardry?'
'No, that was all Medraut, and this,' Arthur held up a cutting from the hawthorn tree on Wearyall Hill.
'So the tree's the cup?' Brunor frowned.
'Not quite,' Arthur laughed. 'The tree just represents our journey. The tree Joseph planted here in the Isle of Apples after his journey from Arimathea. He carried the staff from home – which marks the beginning, and then planted the tree here – which marks the end. Beginning and end in a continuous cycle.'
'But that's not quite all, is there? The tree just represents the beginning and the end of a journey. It's not actually the grail,' said Lucan.
'So what is?' asked Tor.
'He told you. It's our dreams and hopes,' said Owain. He looked closely at Arthur. 'Is that all there is?'
Arthur and Guinevere exchanged a look. I smelled a new scent coming from Guinevere's tummy. He gave her Cavall's bowl and then climbed the hillside so he stood over all of us.
'You're not coming back home, are you?' Guinevere said.
No one liked the idea of Arthur leaving, but the way the sunlight caught his face calmed them. I thought of the boy I first saw in the woods chatting to Myrddin, the youthful man who's face shone just like it shone now.
'The sword is in your hands now, Lancelot,' said Arthur. 'As this sword balances between pommel and blade, let your rule be just and fair. Let it be the balance of justice and equality. Excalibur.'
'Excalibur,' the knights all said together.
'I will take the bowl to my home in Dinas Maelor. I know the perfect place to keep it safe. The woodland of Nanteos borders my hill fort,' said Guinevere. 'And this hawthorn cutting. I can plant it in my new garden.'
'I didn't know Guinevere liked gardening,' Cashew whispered.
I pawed at Guinevere's feet to get her attention. I knew the perfect place to plant that tree.
But before I could squeal 'Parc Penglais', I felt a tug on my whiskers and the world darkened. Cavall at once nodded to me by Arthur's side.
'See you again, my friends,' Cavall said.
Then I was falling, flying, floating, plummeting through a forest. I woke with a start and looked around. I was back in the tree tunnel of Gogerddan Woods.
'I still don't get it,' said Cashew as we talked about our journey through time. 'We meet King Arthur in Roman times and he goes looking for the cup of eternal life before Medraut finds it first. But then after defeating Medraut, he chose to stay behind.'
'That's because he's a guardian of the Holy Grail,' said Labneh. 'He's a descendant of Joseph of Arimathea. Or at least related to him, and only his descendants can guard the cup.'
'But hundreds of years passed. Lots and lots of people must be their descendants,' said Acorn.
'I think that's the point,' I said as I made my cozy den for the sleepover. 'Arthur and Joseph of Arimathea had lots of descendants that traveled everywhere. That means their descendants still live today. And there are lots and lots of them. Which means … ?' I raised my brows at my siblings.
'What?' said Seitan.
'It means,' I laughed, giving them all a hug. 'That we are all the Holy Grail. There is a little bit of Arthur and Guinevere in all of us.'
The end.
This tragic sight was seen on the Staffordshire and Worcestershire Canal .......Ashwood to Wombourne .........known only as A.Toy as no formal identification was possible but i think Bob would be an appropriate name .So i ask the question did it fall over board and was missed when it was to later to be fished out ....or was it thrown into the water with a cry of "1 WANT THE I-PAD"........sad
Cape Leveque is fabulous for its endless pristine white sandy beaches and its golden red cliffs. (This picture was taken by my friend on July 20, 2013,with an i pad)
For me, there's nothing quite like the smell of a new book and the anticipation of getting lost in another world for a while. Whilst I support the save the forests movement, I do miss the physical experience of turning the pages ... instead of flicking the page or bookmarking on my i-pad.
I still have a few of my "old" favorites in the bookcase, which is woefully empty. As it's so darn hot and humid, it's a great opportunity to revisit those stories again, fan blowing and a nice iced cool drink. Not wishing the days away, but ROLL ON AUTUMN :))
Oh yes, and a very Happy Valentines Day to you
Many thanks to Kerstin Frank for the use of her wonderful textures.
self portrait in studio loft.
i pad photo by Diane M Kramer
aka She Wolf
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.”
― Gilda Radner
Barcelona tourist !
long gone are the days of me & my Mrs standing in-front of a palm tree for a holiday pic ! but I did oblige many folk in Barcelona taking snaps on theirs phones. The phone is now the main gadget for the holiday snap along with the selfi stick !, few little snappy cameras to be seen but lots of people with lower level DSLR's strung on their necks & I-pads galore ! 2015 !!!!!
Perhaps it's an I pad really. The Drive takes a break in the second man's seat whilst looped at Craven Arms. 66188, 0V75, Dee Marsh to Margam, Saturday 28.1.17
For the Phoenix Railway Photographic Circle and alternative railway photography, follow the link:
Hi everyone and hope all are well. Tonight I was going through some of my images which I haven't done in a while. I took this last year on New Years Eve down in Cold Springs N.Y. with the Hudson River in the background. Wanted to give it a Nostalgic old fashioned feel. I posted something similar last year but my son said it needed color so i gave it texture and balanced the color to bring out the dusk sky and and green cliffs out.
This image helped me t think back to when Christmas was simple,no computers,cell phones,cable TV,video games,I-Pads,etc... Sleigh rides,snow ball fights,hot cocoa were a must and going to see Santa at the local H.L. Greens located in down town Yonkers,N.Y. were a must! Family and friends getting together for a meal that mom took all day and the night before to make,Dad playing the harmonica,kids excited and of course the simplest of gifts! Those are the Christmas's I remember simple yet perfect in it's own sense. So figured its 21 days till Christmas why not get things started!
A song to go along with it. Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas by the great Frank Sinatra
www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZ6yQgBvuoI
Merry 21 days to Christmas and stay well everyone,
Tony
Albus dumbledor uncovers the truth and releases the real alastor moody.
I've had this scene in mind since i got my mad eye moody minifig, it looks simple enough but under the floor is a 30 brick high tower to give the illusion of depth the fig in the box is full size and lit buy a single led.
And the wand is thanks to the i pad
have no clue how to use this dig. app. used finger and just played... have a bit of cabin fever whilst healing up from Knee surgery. maybe i will try again tomorrow.it is a very basic app on i pad. reminded me of childhood coloring. Happy New year Everyone... may we all keep Safe, happy and Healthy in this new year... and another journey around the sun!
xxx she Wolf
My oldest asked me, after yesterday's shot, why I only take pictures of her for my photo of the day. So, here is my youngest, who won't let me take pictures of her. I tried clicking off a few while she played on work's I-Pad this AM. Later, she hid from the camera behind the rules of a game we were playing, I faked a camera shutter sound, she peeked out, and I snapped this. She was laughing because she figured out she'd been duped.
Olympus C-765
f/3.2 1/80
ISO 100
Post-processed in the GIMP, I'm loving this Xpro script!