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This specie lives in most of continental Europe. It kills its prey with a poison that paralyze and dissolve their internal organs in a few seconds. It is a useful specie in the garden to fight other insects.
Macro Mondays, theme: Flame
Antique devotional brass lamp from India. The backdrop of the image is part of the lamp, and depicts seated Shiva.
Hasselblad/Zeiss Makro-Planar 135mm-f/5.6 manual lens, set to f/5.6.
18-image focus stack with Helicon Focus, using the manual macro rail internal to this vintage lens.
For an image with scale, see here:
www.flickr.com/gp/kuriyan/NhKkFe
Prodibi: kuriyan.prodibi.com/a/vgxvyogv7rj8qj5/i/d120qwwoz81mz26
Created with iColorama, LensGlobe Photos, PicLight and Pixelmator Pro
Having fun making spheres, which I haven't done for quite awhile and forgot how fun it is. Thanks to all for your comments, faves and invites!
I love palm fronds.
Unrelated aside.
This weekend is Super Bowl Sunday here in the US.
Go Broncs.
And we're set up for our annual toxic feast of pizza and chicken wings.
My sis in law isn't so interested, but I really enjoy watching it with my brother. He fills me in on all that I don't understand.
So I also love the always illuminating post game interviews with the players as to what they did/didn't do and why they won/lost.
This is the best...... ;-)
www.lolbucket.com/video/BSG81RNN5UHN/Key-and-Peele-Footba...
Happy Weekend to all.
Whittington Manor was built in 1310 and still has many original features. Nowadays it is a pub/restaurant.
Dunham Massey Hall, usually known simply as Dunham Massey, is an English country house in the parish of Dunham Massey in the district of Trafford, near Altrincham, Greater Manchester. It is now a National Trust property, open to the public. During World War I it was the Stamford Military Hospital.
The stately home was designated a Grade One listed-building on 5 March 1959. It has been owned by the National Trust since the death of the 10th and last Earl of Stamford in 1976. Over 340,000 people visited the house in 2014/15, placing it in the ten most popular National Trust houses.
Dunham Massey was built in the early 17th century by the Earls of Warrington, passing to the Earls of Stamford by inheritance; the family still live in part of the house. There were significant alterations, especially internally, at the start of the 20th century. It has historic formal gardens and a deer park. It was formerly in the ancient parish of Bowdon, Cheshire. Wikipedia
Campiglia marittima, that is of the Maremma (in Latin Maritima), a medieval town considered one of the most beautiful villages in Italy, was already inhabited in the Etruscan and Roman times due to the wealth of minerals in the area. The first official document mentioning Campiglia dates back to 1004.
It is today considered one of the most beautiful villages in Italy.
23-December-2024
A cold front of North Atlantic origin, accompanied by Arctic-maritime air, colliding with pre-existing humid air gave rise to heavy snowfall between the late evening and night of Sunday 22 December 2024.
The Dinarides, which includes the Karst Region between Italy and especially Slovenia, were hit.
From 15cm at 4-500m, it reached up to half a meter above 7-800m altitude.
Temperatures, however, did not fall below 0°C below 700m altitude, but the intensity of the precipitation, with even white hail thunderstorms, which acted as a substrate, allowed the snow to take root for the most part and reach dustings down to 400m on the reliefs around Trieste.
Naturally, with the end of the precipitation, which dragged cold air from higher altitudes, temperatures have started to rise again, although the snow cover (of excellent quality) seems to be able to resist for a few days.
Back from another work trip to Salt Lake City. Hope everyone had a great holiday season and have a great weekend.
The Torre del Verger is an old watchtower in the municipality of Banyalbufar in Mallorca.
The tower is located on the northwest coast of the Spanish island of Mallorca. It is located on a high rocky outcrop of the Serra de Tramuntana, which at this point drops steeply towards the Mediterranean Sea.
The tower was built in 1579 as a watchtower to monitor this stretch of coastline and defend it against attacks by pirates. Today it serves as an observation tower. It is accessible via a path (from the nearby viewpoint) and can be climbed via an internal staircase. From its platform, it provides an overview of the coastal section.
In 1875 the tower was bought by Ludwig Salvator of Austria-Tuscany and renovated in 1997. Today it is a listed building
I’d noticed the striking white building with its handsome blue roof as we’d passed this way a day earlier, mustering our spirits as best we could under a grey, leaky sky that gave no hint of the beautiful evening we’d later enjoy by the side of the lake at Kirkjufell. I’d also spotted the rough pull in where the road snaked gently upwards through a patch of rocky scrub. “That might make for a shot,” was only the vaguest of thoughts as we passed through this remote area, heading for Arnarstapi and Dritvik Beach beyond. At this stage, the only thing we were certain of was that we’d passed the road that led to the Black Church of Budir and not taken it. And as we were following a circuit on the lonely road of West Snaefellsnes, we knew we’d need to be back this way the following day. That black church screams for attention you see. One of the most impossible to ignore hotspots on a peninsula that offers all sorts of possibilities.
So now we were here again, this time travelling anticlockwise on the most fantastic of coastal roads. Coming from a densely populated country where the sound of the internal combustion engine dominates almost every waking moment, driving here is an unrelenting joy. The Útnesvegur takes you through a brutal and dramatic landscape, where the story of Iceland’s violent volcanic birth is forever on show. In the far western reaches, we drove for miles, flanked by moss filled lava fields, roughly hewn and worn by the rages of a thousand winter storms, barely seeing any other vehicles at all. At times only the bulk of the ice clad Snaefellsjokull, rising mightily above everything else here seemed to anchor us to the land as if by some gravitational pull. A harsh elemental landscape in a time and place that has crept in under my skin and stayed there to settle into a contented glow that burns slowly within, forever calling me back. Having more time to explore on this, our second Icelandic adventure, was enabling us to see gems we’d had no time for on that dash around the ring road three summers earlier. You could easily fill an entire visit to Iceland with Snaefellsnes alone.
By now I was in a particularly fine mood. We’d already bagged compositions at half a dozen spots on this amazingly productive day as we made our way around the circuit. To add to the internal satisfaction levels, I’d also visited the fish and chip van at Arnarstapi. Let’s face it, if your stomach’s rumbling it’s game over on the photography front. Hunger is a big distraction when you’re trying to take epic photos. And now, a few minutes later after a spell in gastronomy heaven, here we were, pulled in at that patch of scrub and gazing at another epic vista, filled with more of those moss covered lava flows. And a handsome blue roofed building. And some other interesting stuff, I hope you’ll agree.
It was another Super Saturday moment, grabbed in a five minute roadside stop in the grand space between Arnarstapi and Budir. Well maybe a ten minute stop for a second layer to complete the twelve exposures for this handheld panoramic view that filled the space, tailing off into a hinterland of mountains rising from the red sands of the Snaefellsnes south coast under a huge gathering of heavy clouds that promised so much, and later delivered even more. It seems that wherever you stop - when you can stop - the chances are there will be something to fill the viewfinder with. Something that you perhaps didn’t see in a million other images when you planned your own adventures. Just like so many others, I love visiting the hotspots and trying to grab those memorable moments and record them forever. That’s what we were doing for most of our two weeks here, but I also find satisfaction in those impromptu moments when I see something else. And this is definitely an image I’d urge you to look at on the big screen if you can. “Best viewed large,” I sometimes read as I enjoy your stories. And you’re always right of course.
Use **noise and artifacts** of photographs (the shortcomings of mobile cameras) as an artistic device to convey internal contradictions. (from the Foveography Memorandum)