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Typically leaves are flat and thin, thereby maximising the surface area directly exposed to light and promoting photosynthetic function. Externally they commonly are arranged on the plant in such ways as to expose their surfaces to light as efficiently as possible without shading each other, but there are many exceptions and complications; for instance plants adapted to windy conditions may have pendent leaves, such as in many willows and Eucalyptus.
Compositionally Challenged Week 3 - Repetition
I used this same straw flower a couple of months ago for CC, another instance of repetition. ; )
Crail... is a former royal burgh, parish and community council area (Royal Burgh of Crail and District) in the East Neuk of Fife, Scotland. The civil parish has a population of 1,812 (in 2011). The name Crail was recorded in 1148 as Cherel and in 1153 as Karel. The first element is the Pictish *cair (c.f. Welsh caer) meaning "fort", though this word seems to have been borrowed into Gaelic. The second element may be either Gaelic ail, "rocks", or more problematically Pictish *al; no certain instance of this word exists in P-Celtic. However, if the generic element were Pictish, then this is likely of the specific. Quoted from Wikipedia
(Or in this instance, flattening my lensball in Photoshop.)
It's a sign of the times that phrases and idioms such as the above are in more common usage these days as are words such as 'unprecedented' - and how we say to our friends and loved ones each time we chat, instead of saying "Bye for now!" we say 'Keep Safe; keep well " and naturally , " I love you" , when we should be using the two latter each time. Then of course it's worrying that if you Say things often enough , they can lose their meaning . I sure hope not, so Keep safe and keep well everyone.....
A great morning I experience the other week, the sea and sky had a bit of oomph. A super word that, oomph. I was debating whether to post this or not. The instance preview on the LCD said keeper, but on further inspection at home I started to get pernickety (another bonza word) over the limited depth of field, i.e. the foreground beach details are lost. My main idea on the photo was to focus on Marsden rock and the sea detail didn’t matter as I was using my magic shutter speed of half a second to get than painterly effect I’m always looking for. It was than shutter speed which was the part of the issue, you see I’d already knocked up my iso to 400 and to retain detail I did not want to go much higher so I brought the aperture down 2 stops to f9. I usually do a simple focus stack of two images in these situations but I was rushing around to much, just happy to be out. So as the photo is all about the sea, rock and clouds I decided in the end to give it a try. Am I being too fussy or does it still work? I can always delete it.
Remember
In an instance we remember. a smell, song, taste, sound, word.
Our eyes can't hide it. The sadness of those who have passed. You may be gone but never forgotten. Memories locked up tight in the mind like unearthly treasures. We miss you and look back upon you fondly. Thoughts make one smile and laugh. The eyes can't hide the sadness of loss. The memories bring smiles and comfort. We miss you but will never forget you.
Also known as the Asian King Vulture, this is a large vulture found in South Asia and parts of South East Asia. The vulture is critically endangered due to Diclofenac poisoning used in cattle in India which these vultures consume and suffer from kidney / organ failures.
This is a large bird, but a medium sized vulture weighing around 4-6 kgs and having a wingspan of around 6.5-8.5 feet. Compare this to the Griffon vultures (Himalayan and Cinereous Griffon) which are around 8-12 Kg with a wingspan of around 8-11 feet. And they are all seen together often around a dead cow or a goat in this instance. Sighting these is nowadays considered pretty rare given their precipitous drop in numbers. We sighted a good number of vultures, but only 2 of these during our week long trip.
One interesting thing is that the sexes are differentiated by the color of the iris - males have pale / white iris, while females have a dark brown / blackish iris. And based on that, this is a female which we sighted eating a dead goat in the desert.
Thank you very much in advance for your views, faves and feedback - very much appreciated.
Ruins of Kumurdo Cathedral stand on the background of ill-favored and barren landscape of Javakheti plateau, in a distance of 12 km from Akhalkalaki. The extensive inscription curved on the stone slab that fortunately preserved up to now tells that the threshold of the cathedral was placed in May, 964 AD. According to that inscription the Bishop of Kumurdo John has initiated church construction. Name of an architect was Sacotsari. After reconsideration of the six-apse design five-apse configuration of the church was obtained, instead of being situated radial. Western rectangular arm of the church is three-nave, with internal narthex and three sided gallery arranged in its western end. External layout of the church is cross-shaped; in response to three-partite sanctuary two triangular niches are arranged on western façade, coupled with two others, one at each lateral façade. A porch-chapel is erected in front of the main entrance — the eastern one, with a tiny shrine arranged in the thickness of the load-bearing wall. Despite of the relative simplification of the design Sakotsari has managed to preserve all integral elements of the six-apse construction and provide sufficient dynamics through trapezoidal bemas running along the lateral apses and column-like protrusions that support sub-dome sagittal arches. All the aforementioned provides general elevation of the internal space and creates strong impression of motion and charge of life.
All elements of decoration – window headers and framings adorned with light, open-work-type fretwork, a complex, large frame of the sanctuary window, cornices decorated with different images are scattered over the vast surfaces of the building exterior, faced with most accurately hewn stones. Adornment is so perfect, clear and clean that they may be perceived as the embroidery instructed on the metal surfaces. Several risings still well noticeable on eastern sub-dome tromps include images of the church construction donors – Queen Gurandukht, her brother King Leon of Abkhazs and her spouse – King Gurgen of Georgians. All of those images coupled with those incorporated in the sanctuary window decoration are plain and tabular, while the heads or possibly the faces of archangels placed in the niches and over the southern porch, on the contrary, are rounded and volumetric. Motion is sensible even in symmetrical elements – inscription over the western façade is slanted northwards, interlocked tromp-like spaces are arranged on the corners of the church arm exteriors.
Even today, with missing dome and western arm the monument is perhaps as gorgeous and splendid as it was upon the completion of its construction. The temple has got several sections that were added to its body at later times the most important of which is southern porch constructed along the western arm. This attachment of the first of XI c was initiated by Queen Marry of Georgia.
All preserved fragments of wall painting, for instance within the sanctuary are relatively younger then the building itself. It seems, frescoes of the north-western apse were performed sometime in XIII c. Western porch of the cathedral bears footprints of XVI c refurbishment. Two X c steles are erected close to the temple.
This find is another instance of driving around the block to get another look at a find and finding another. When I saw this former church now serving as the Masonic Lodge I thought the architecture looked awfully familiar. It is almost identical to an abandoned church we passed by in Montana.
It is hard to get out away from the family to get shoots sometimes. In this instance we were on a camping trip in the Tetons. I kept telling myself I was going to get a sunrise over the lake but the cold weather always stopped me. This was the last night there, it was now or never. I brought a chair, set up the tripod and waited. I was a bit surprised how many people were out around the lake at this hour. One burly dude in flannel (can you trust a dude alone at a lake in flannel?) sundered up to my spot, just about 10 feet from and sat. And sat. He just stood there looking the same direction I was looking. I could almost feel him looking at my gear out of the corner of my eye. Finally he mumbles, almost as if he were talking to the mountain "6d?" Ok, now I am even more nervous, he knows my gear. He was still not looking at me at all, could he feel the presence of the Canon? "Yes" I replied. Silence. I am ready for anything at this point, testosterone in overdrive. What felt like an eternity passed (about 15 seconds in my overly dramatic mind). Then he reaches into his coat...this is it, he is getting a knife, or a gun..I get ready to rush him, almost leaping across the rocks..then he turns, smiles, and pulls out a Canon 6d also. "Me too" he says. We proceed to talk shop while I am still shaking form the adrenaline rush. This image is for you creepy flannel man.
I already posted one image from this shoot in blue, pre-sunrise. Truth is I liked it better, but I thought I should revisit the set of brackets I shot that morning.
I am always drawn to images that are dark. Usually very dark. They just seem to pull me into the image. The thing is, I keep trying to shot dark images, and process dark images. I just can't seem to get them the way I want, dark. I almost forced myself to keep this dark while I processed it. Looking back, I wish I had gone into the lake to shoot this, it would have been more dramatic.
Are you ready to freeze for a view like this? That’s exactly what we did that night and at the very start of the evening we thought that London House terrace was a good starting point but since the sunset wasn’t spectacular we decided to come down and try to find some good compositions from the river. Ultra wide lens was a great option to fit the entire scene in the frame and use the ice blocks as a leading lines in this instance. I’m glad that we walked away with a few keepers and freezing wasn’t for nothing. What do you think?
Princess Chelsea is a lot less twee than fellow kiwi band The Beths, for instance, but the songs come from the heart and the whopping 7 live member band played for almost an hour. Lead singer Chelsea Lee Nikke was quite a ham with her Judas Priest shirt. You could tell she might be a little anxious but she rocked out like she was meant to play stadiums.
Though I photographed the entire set, this was the last photo I took of Nikke when the song were all done and she was fooling around with her band mates. There were no other photographers at the show that I saw and it's a small enough venue that you don't need a photopass and there's no three song limit.
Whenever I photograph a show that actually does require a photopass (most recently Angel Olsen), I am often with other photographers who are obsessed with access to the show, many of whom stay for only just those three songs and miss out on the rest of the music. I prefer seeing bands in smaller clubs and I know for a fact that the first three songs usually have the worst lighting and the lowest amount of energy compared to the remainder of the set. How sad to experience just the first three songs of every band and be constantly doing tones of work just to cover the next first three songs of another band.
For some, music is a living. For me, it's just what I live for.
princesschelsea.bandcamp.com/music
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F-BLCD : Boeing 707-328B : Air France
I don't think AF 707s were ever regular at LHR, but they made occasional visits subbing for other types - probably replacing an A300 in this instance.
baby Yousef :D
No edit :)
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I believe that everything can tell a story.
Sometimes you can look at an object or place and get clues to fill in the information. For instance, this house. It’s quite obvious that something happened here. Part of the siding is missing, there is a broken window and the doors are either boarded up or barricaded. One of the columns supporting the porch is gone. The yard is mowed though, surely someone still cares about this place?
Other times you are given the information. Let’s be honest, I didn’t end up here without already knowing something about what happened. And it was definitely apparent that something happened. I passed big piles of debris with heavy equipment moving around. The sound of construction workers banging hammers echoed through the landscape. Both information and context of the surrounding environment can result in some powerful storytelling.
However nothing would prepare me for what comes next. As I was taking a photo of this house, I was approached by a lady walking down the street. “Are you lost?” she says. She didn’t see my camera but she noticed that I was traveling down a street that had been deserted. Long driveways that lead to nowhere, piles of debris on both sides and no vehicles around. I was in front of one of the few houses still standing on that block.
“No”, I said. I briefly told her who I was and explained that I was a photographer. I told her that I liked to tell stories. Her eyes started to tear up, and then she proceeded to tell me her account of December 10, 2021. The night that a wicked EF4 tornado ripped through the center of Mayfield, Kentucky.
She told me that she didn’t lose anyone but she knew others who have lost someone or lost their belongings. Even though the twister occurred almost a year and a half ago by this point, she was still helping people affected by the storm. Some who lost everything. Then she switched tones and started talking about growing up in Mayfield and living in this neighborhood. She said she needed someone to talk to and it was God’s work that we both ended up meeting each other this day.
“One final thing”, she said. “…Mayfield is here to stay”. She wanted me to emphasize with my photos that despite the destruction, the community is deeply rooted here and rebuilding. It may look rough now, but the people who live here still have hope. Ms. Donna then thanked me for listening and said it made her day getting to talk to me. It made my day getting to talk to her too.
Today’s post will mark the beginning of a small series that highlights Mayfield since the twister that passed through in 2021. While some photos will show the devastation from this tragic day, I hope that you are also able to see the hope that still shines through in this community.
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Mayfield, Kentucky
A wonderful long light instance in Skjelfjorden fjord on the Norwegian Lofoten islands. It was here where Briitish Troops had a naval station during the submarine war with Germany, rests of which can still be seen further afar in the fjord.
Although this photograph appears to be a street scene caught on the fly -an instance of what Henri Cartier-Bresson called the “decisive moment” -it was actually staged for the camera by Ruth Orkin and her model.
“The idea for this picture had been in my mind for years, ever since I had been old enough to go through the experience myself,” Orkin later wrote. While traveling alone in Italy, she met the young woman in the photograph at a hotel in Florence and together they set out to reenact scenes from their experiences as lone travellers.
“We were having a hilarious time when this corner of the Piazza della Repubblica suddenly loomed on our horizon,” the photographer recalled. “Here was the perfect setting I had been waiting for all these years… And here I was, camera in hand, with the ideal model!
All those fellows were positioned perfectly, there was no distracting sun, the background was harmonious, and the intersection was not jammed with traffic, which allowed me to stand in the middle of it for a moment.” The picture, with its eloquent blend of realism and theatricality, was later published in Cosmopolitan magazine as part of the story “Don’t Be Afraid to Travel Alone.”
Text from the Metropolitan Museum of Art website
One minute, Life can change and you don't know what to do.. Your partner in chime, your best friend, your soul mate, has a minor stroke. You feel helpless, lost, and shocked. You are so far away you don't know what to do.. All you can do is be there in spirit and pray that they are ok. Thank God, he is doing great, on the road to recovery.
Everyone, please take care of your health, and you notice something odd or you feel off.. Go get it check out, don't wait.. Waiting can change everything on how your are treated..
Get well my love.. You are my heart and Soul!
Taken at Isle of Rowlyria
Landmark to Isle of Rowlyria: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rowlyria/150/47/29
Windlight by BattleScars
Pose by: Hazeel: A Day to Relax
When I posted this picture (www.flickr.com/photos/115540984@N02/51798907126/in/datepo...) I realized I still had so many nice pictures from my central Asia trip that I couldn't ignore to show.
For instance the smashing architecture of the old Uzbekistan era, and the amazing craftsmanship how the interior of mosques and mausolea was made, is alone a trip worth to Uzbekistan. I already showed the Registan earlier (www.flickr.com/photos/115540984@N02/51169723336/in/datepo...), a world wonder IMO.
This picture is in an area of ca 1 ha (the Shah-i-Zinda In Samarkand), where ca 20 mausolea, partly dating back to the 11th century show the richness and incredible wealth in that period. More information you can find here (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shah-i-Zinda).
20 September 2019 I came back from my journey over a part of the Silk Road to and through Central Asia. 4 months of traveling through 14 countries (Germany, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Turkey, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Iran) before I flew home from Teheran. An impressive journey in countries that are extremely beautiful, with lovely and welcoming people and diverse cultures and history.
Intense traveling with more than 20000 kilometers in our mobile home on sometimes roads that hardly could be called that way. We saw many villages and cities (some wonderful, others very ugly), countries that are transforming from the old Soviet era into something more related to older cultures and the way people live, often funded by oil readily available around the Caspian sea. We saw the amazing mountains south of the Black Sea, the wonderful Caucasus, and the high mountains in the far east close to China with peaks over 7000 meter, and not to forget the (Bulgarian) Alps!
We crossed the great steppe of Kazakhstan. a drive of at least 5000 km, the remnants of lake Aral, once one of the biggest lakes of the world, saw a rocket launch from Baikonur (this little part is Russian owned), we crossed many high mountains passes, and drove the breathtaking canyon that comes from the Pamir, beginning at ca 4500 meter, and going down for ca. 400km to an altitude of 1300 meter, driving for 100's of kilometers along the Afghan border.
And then the numerous lakes with all sorts of different colors from deep cobalt blue to turquoise, and one rare spectacle in Turkmenistan where a gas crater is burning already for more than 40 years. And finally and certainly not the least to mention an enormous amount of wonderful, hospitable and welcoming people. The woman often dressed in wonderful dresses, and bringing a lot of color in the streets of almost of all countries we visited.
A rather relaxing scene to an otherwise wonderful and eventful weekend!! Along Forest Road 52, in lonesome Lewis County's Cascades region, this unnamed creek simply flowed freely for all to bask in its immediate glory.
Photo captured via Minolta Maxxum AF Zoom 28-85mm F/3.5-4.5 Lens. Western Cascades Lowlands and Valleys section within the Cascades Range. Gifford Pinchot National Forest. Lewis County, Washington. Late October 2022.
Exposure Time: 2 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/22 * Bracketing: None * Color Temperature: 5350 K * Film Emulation: Dark Woods 10
yet another panoramic view of the crystalline transparency of air, water and light high up in Norway's North.
Well in this instance , recycling !! Shot taken for Saturday Self Challenge 04/01/25 -- Seasonal !!
So here we are with a random shot of a recycling bin left out for the dustman after the Christmas festivities and obviously a seasonal bi-product is the amount of rubbish and recycling that is generated by many - next week it will be proper rubbish to be collected and I wonder how full to overflowing the black bins will be . I am glad to say as a rule my green bin is usually full but not overflowing and the black bin is usually no more than two thirds full or less . I did note this year that most folk left their bins out on the usual day only for it not to be collected !! There is always an alteration to collection times this time of the year so that the bin men get time off for the bank holidays !!
So for our music this week , it has to be a track from an album called " Recycler " !
First the electric version , then the wooden version from the film and then ZZ Top talking about playing on the film !!
youtu.be/y9zw_79tlgM?feature=shared
December 19, 2016
Pleonasm:
[plee-uh-naz-uh m]
noun
1. the use of more words than are necessary to express an idea; redundancy.
2. an instance of this, as free gift or true fact.
3. a redundant word or expression.
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A quiet day with work, which was a nice break after the chaos of the past few weeks. I'm hoping this pace keeps up thoughout the week as people start to gear down for their Christmas holidays.
After finishing up with work, I grabbed the camera and hit up a nearby park to try and get a quick shot while there was some day light left.
I'm really looking forward to when the days start to get longer. Sun down by 1700 is getting real old real fast!
Anyway, hope everyone has had a good day.
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Sometimes you pick the horse but in rare and exceptional instances, the horse picks you. 8 years ago, I drove out to west Texas to buy my first horse and when I walked up to the 1 year old stallion pasture, I was greeted by over 20 stallions ranging in a variety of colors and temperaments. I didn't know much about horses at this point but I knew I wanted a horse that would be a good companion and train easily. Well, this cinnamon boy walks straight up to me, lowers his head, and gently presses his face against my torso. I of course melt into a puddle while I stroke his face, and when I was done I walked away. The sea of stallions were moving around us and the owners while we walked but the same horse continued to follow close behind. When I stopped, he stopped. When I walked, he walked. That's when I decided he's the one. He picked me. I kindly said to him "I guess I'm your huckleberry..." and it stuck-- I named him Huck. He was a quick learner in ground work, and didn't buck once under saddle while he was being trained with rider weight. He has been the perfect first horse for this city girl and I love him so.
Huck - Red Roan - 9 years old
The breeder's site: www.mahorses.com
Semipalmated Sandpiper has a Conservation Status under the IUCN of Near Threatened www.iucnredlist.org/species/22693373/93400702
Even among the smallest birds, there can be territorial interactions between members of a species. In this instance, it was Semipalmated Sandpiper — average weight 25 grams (less than an ounce). These two individuals were feeding on a small mudflat at Tyrell Lake in southern Alberta, Canada, en route to breeding much further north. Such a long migration requires sufficient fuel, over which there can be competition.
This is Fig with her young cub. Mum is keeping a watchful eye looking out for a roaming Hyena. They often follow Leopards and Cheetahs in the hope of stealing a kill from them, but in this instance would be a real threat to the cub. When the Hyena arrived a few minutes later the cub had sensed the danger and run away to hide leaving her Mum to stare down the stalking Hyena.
Image taken in the Olare Motorogi Conservancy, Masai Mara, Kenya.
Many thanks to everyone that views and comments on my images - very much appreciated.
Went into the city (Perth) the other day and wandered round with my camera, This is actually a small road that is surrounded by new developments. The colourful fencing makes a great scene and in this instance looks really good in B&W too.
Il Palazzo Pretorio o dei Commissari granducali è una costruzione che si trova a Terra del Sole e rappresenta un classico esempio di architettura rinascimentale, a pianta quadrata, con all'interno il cortile delimitato da un triportico a due ordini. Era sede del Tribunale di prima istanza per tutta la Romagna toscana a cui ci si doveva appellare per tutte le cause civili escusse nei vari capitanati della Provincia. Fu realizzato su progetto di Baldassarre Lanci.
The Palazzo Pretorio or Palazzo dei Commissari granducali is a building located in Terra del Sole and represents a classic example of Renaissance architecture, with a square plan, with an internal courtyard delimited by a triportico with two orders. It was the seat of the Court of First Instance for all of Tuscan Romagna to which appeals had to be made for all civil cases brought up in the various captaincy of the Province. It was built to a design by Baldassarre Lanci.
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In this instance, the background artwork (a pen & ink & watercolor rendering) is licensed to yours truly. No attribution is necessary or required.
Btw- folks, I am heading in a new direction with my artwork but at this juncture, I am not divulging "the direction" until I get fully established. I will say only that a recent development in my hobby (slash) digital artist aspirations has opened a new and exciting horizon which I intend to pursue (God willing). No, I will not be abandoning flickr..........unless flickr abandons me.
Hope you enjoy...............
We stumbled across this peaceful scene as we neared the end of the Jordan Valley. There's nothing especially special about it; it's one that's repeated countless times throughout New Zealand... However, in this instance, the rolling *bush-covered hills, the lush grass, and the mostly Jersey herd caught our attention....
*Bush is the New Zealand term for "Forest"...!
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Autumn colours at the Sir Thomas Phillips Weir in the Roe Valley Country Park, Limavady, Northern Ireland.
The two best known instances of water power being exploited in the Roe are seen in the installation of Ireland’s first hydro-electric turbine in 1896 and the use of water for the flourishing flax industry in both the 17th and 18th centuries.
However, the earliest known use of power from the red river can be traced to a much earlier date. While it has long been known that the Norman invaders of the 12th Century made use of water power from the Roe, it has been suggested by recent archaeological evidence that the monks who lived in the area made use of sophisticated water mills before any Norman French had set foot in Ireland.
The next known use of the river for power comes from the modernising English soldier, Sir Thomas Phillips. Phillips was a professional soldier, who has left a significant mark on the town of Limavady, with some commentators suggesting that without his vigour and zeal, the town as we know it might today be nothing more than another small village.
Phillips was one of the leading figures in the plantation of Ulster, serving the Crown through warfare as a ‘servitor’ and also as chief advisor to the Crown on the plantation of County Londonderry.
Phillips was granted some 3,500 acres in the Roe Valley, in addition to 500 in Castledawson, which he described as “the horsepond of Limavady” and the “cabbage patch of Castledawson.”
He did, however, immediately set about making improvements to his new territory. He extended and repaired the O’Cahan Castle and dug out a surrounding ditch.
Other works included a ‘pleasure garden’, a fish-pond, an orchard, a ‘malt house’ for brewing beer as well as a host of embattlements.
It was Phillips who built what remains today of a ‘weir’ in the Roe, having constructed a water mill and a mile long race. It has been suggested, however, that the race was more likely a renovated version of the old race built by the Normans for their own mill centuries earlier.
An interesting fact about Sir Thomas Phillips reveals him as the man who applied for the licence for the brewery at Bushmills, which still produces world-famous whiskey to this day.
It wasn’t until the development of the linen industry, however, that the Roe was to be fully exploited. The Roe Valley was an ideal location for the process of linen production, commonplace throughout Ireland on a large scale from the late 17th Century onwards.
the oh so beloved and admired Romanesco cauliflower closeup :), another instance ...
Happy Monochrome Monday!
- John Burroughs.
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While I sometimes struggle to emphasize the actual size of massive trees like the Redwoods and Sequoias, I also struggle to include humans or human-made things in my pictures. While at the redwood groves, there were a few instances where I had people walking through my frame, and instead of taking the picture with them, I instinctively waited until they passed to take the image. After the week, I only had about five pictures where I intentionally included people in my shot. So I guess the struggle will stay on for a while. Today's shot is an image of a massive Redwood I took at the Drury-Chaney trail. While composing this image, I noticed my wife admiring the tree and how her being in the frame conveyed size so well. She was initially standing to my left in the same pose but out of the frame. After I composed the image, I asked her to change position and to recreate the pose. Thankfully she was in the mood to oblige, and I got this amazing picture out of it. One thing that surprised me about this image was the size of the ferns, and I didn’t think they were that big until I started to look at the photos.
From the 50501 protest in Denver, Colorado. The U.S. flag code (which is not legally enforceable, BTW), specifically says that the flag is not to be inverted “except as a signal of dire distress in instance of extreme danger to life or property.” I think what's currently going on in America certainly qualifies.
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SG50 National Day Parade, Singapore 国庆——新加坡
What is SG50? Well, it represents the little red dot that we’ve come to know as home. The logo celebrates the Singaporean spirit – signifying that our dreams are not limited by the physical size of our island nation.
6 Shot Joiner of this mornings reflection shot of Stack Polly NW Highlands, Scotland. Photoshop Sky Replacement version!
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long time ago, old Japanese respected nature as their gods.
for instance, big rocks, mountains and big rivers, which were difficult to move and control by human's power.
it might seem ridiculous, but I think respects of nature has a meaning to keep the nature as it is and consequently keep the nature cycle around there.
taken at the same place with different angle of "rock and water waves".
Appreciate all of your visits, great comments and supports my dear friends and visitors.
Not everywhere in Iceland met with our universal approval. While some places brought a pleasant surprise, there were others that found us harrumphing noisily as we pulled up at a packed car park, and sighing as we realised we’d need to do battle with other human beings to get a view. Take Fjaðrárgljúfur for instance. It was a place that had all the hallmarks of great promise, a high sided narrow winding canyon, through which runs a shallow river, small soft cascades offering a happy detour from the main road near the equally difficult to pronounce town of Kirkjubæjarklaustur. The place names around here seem to be even more arcane than is usual in a country where attempting to say anything at all requires a certain degree of tonsillar dexterity. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I can get through “tonsillar dexterity” without tripping up somewhere in the middle. I’m glad nobody asks me to read this stuff aloud.
Fjaðrárgljúfur seemed to have attracted quite a number of visitors. Ok, so we were here in the middle of the afternoon, gradually making our way towards Vik from Jökulsárlón, but even so, it felt busy as we squeezed our van into the car parking area. And of course we already knew that the welly boots would be redundant here. That’s the problem with Feeyardarawotsit you see (spell checker just blew up by the way); it’s been tainted by a teenage pop sensation and now it’s mostly off limits. All the fault of one Justin Bieber. Apparently his music videos have blighted the plane wreck too.
I should stress here that I’m a leading authority on neither Mr Bieber nor his work. In fact I know nothing about him at all, other than the fact that the “i” comes before the “e” in his surname, he’s aged somewhere between twelve and forty-six, and is either a fresh faced teenager with carefully airbrushed pimples, or on his fifth marriage and counting after a number of high profile alimony disputes. I gather he is, or was very popular. If you can name one of his songs, you’re doing better than me. I didn’t even bother to watch his videos during the countless hours of research I did before this trip. You can only do so much preparation you know. I’m sure he’s very talented - I just wish he’d stayed away from Iceland. It’s bad enough fighting off other togs for the prime spots, but when a gang of Instaselfie teenyboppers arrive, armed with giggles and iPhones, things can get nasty.
What I’d have loved to do here, is quietly potter around in the canyon, revelling in the fact that while others packed a bottle of gin or two in their suitcases, I kept the space free for my wellies, planting the tripod in the water here and there, mostly getting it wrong, but maybe just once finding something worthy. Of course it’s a fragile space that the authorities want to protect, but then again if that teen idol had stayed away, a tide of adolescent adoring hordes might have done too, instead leaving the canyon to a pair of peaceful middle aged seventies rock fans who were only too aware of how sinful it is to tread on the moss.
So sadly, the only option open to us was to traipse up the dedicated path to the dedicated viewing point, a thoughtfully placed balcony at the head of the canyon, where we waited our turn. Once we were installed in the best position, we still had to wait for one of those “in-between” moments when the balcony was vacant apart from ourselves. That’s the trouble with those lofty steel platforms - the minute anyone shuffles from one side to the other, it bounces around like the main stand at a football stadium when the home team has just scored a vital goal. And with all those energetic young Bieberites around, bouncing was the order of the moment. This was only a six second exposure, but it needed to be a bounce free six seconds unless I fancied trying a bit of ICM.
We didn’t stay long. Maybe an extended visit might have resulted in some amazing discovery, but on the face of it there was only one shot, unless you had a drone. Neither of us are brave enough to own one. With some dramatic light the view here can come to life, as I’ve seen in one or two fine examples, but in the middle of the day, there was nothing doing. This shot looks like pretty much every other shot from Feey…whatstheuse, and the fact it’s taken me four years to post it probably tells you what I think. It’s only because I wanted to write a story about a pop star whose music I’ve never knowingly listened to that it’s here at all. I hope the read was worth it…..
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Photo of Nason Creek captured via Minolta Maxxum AF 16mm Fish-Eye F/2.8 Lens. Washington's Central Cascades Range. Wenatchee/Chelan Highlands section within the North Cascades Region. Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest. Chelan County, Washington. Late October 2021.
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This was one of the rare instances in my birding and photography experience where a species was completely unexpected (by me, not by others) and it showed upright before sunrise on the cliffs by Prince Edward Point. I was prepared for the spring migration of brightly-coloured Warblers to begin; not for some tardy bird from the North to be heading home for summer. Instead of songbirds filling the morning air with their noisy and tuneful interactions, we found the species that doesn’t have a song.
But like the other migrants, she just flew in from down south and boy were her arms tired! The morning was awash in small insects of varying types, and this bird was cleaning up everything she could find. She was gone in twenty minutes, moving on northward.
Because I have had most of my experience with the species in Algonquin Park or in a small corner of a forest southeast of Ottawa, always in the winter and always on its coldest days, it was also quite striking to see one in the spring sunshine.