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Sir Oliver Ulysses Twist, or OUT!, would like you to know this is the life.
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I have many times seen foxes in our garden and on the streets nearby, but this was the first time I saw one having a snooze in broad daylight just in front of my kitchen window!
As I was shooting this the early evening sun emerged from behind some clouds and nicely illuminated the back of this fence.
Better on black...
We got some more from last nights meet up with Pixelated~Light
The Light man was trying to take a nice relaxing el wire bath when that damn Saturnal Showed Up!!!
{This is not a test, what you are seeing is real. Straight Out of the Camera, No Photoshop!! Some but not all photos slightly Adjusted in Camera Raw and Saved to Jpeg}
Vizcaya Bridge is the oldest hanging transporter bridge in the world. It was built in 1893 and designed by Alberto de Palacio, one of Gustave Eiffel's disciples. It links the towns of Portugalete and Las Arenas (part of Getxo) near Bilbao, crossing the mouth of the Nervion River. The design was made like this so the passage of ships would not be interrupted.
The bridge is made of iron, and uses twisted steel cables (by Ferdinand Arnodin). The first gondola here was operated by a steam engine. The bridge is 164 meters long and its gondola can transport six cars and several dozens of passengers in one minute and a half. The pillars of the bridge are 50 meters high.
People in the area commonly call it the Puente Colgante (literally "hanging bridge"). It is still in use. It operates every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day all year round.
We were blessed on this latest trip by seeing a bald eagle every day while we were in VA. We assumed this beautiful fellow called this area home, he would fly over at least once everyday, sometimes more and sometimes pause on the peninsula before continuing on to hunt or go home to rest. The first day we were at Crab Pointe he stopped in the dead tree next to the old barn in the rain for a quick rest before flying on, he never actually settled, but kept his wings ready for flight
a day late for the symbolism and all that.
had to stalk this little creature across a few graves. she wasn't happy about me interrupting her repose.
El silencio del altiplano se ve interrumpido por los roncos motores diesel de las locomotoras del F.C.A.B
Foto © Alfredo Navarro Recabal
This female raccoon (a.k.a. 'trash bandit') was interested in checking out our garbage cart.
She slowly ambled off after she was interrupted. Taken in Guelph, Ontario.
Spotted this young grizzly feeding in a meadow in the Many Glacier area of Glacier National Park. He wasn't easy to spot through all the trees, but I caught a glimpse of movement as we were passing by and Mike pulled over quickly. Out of the jeep I jumped, camera ready, and positioned myself in front of a tree, out of sight from the road, but still a safe distance from him. I managed to have him all to myself for quite some time before other people started pulling up and making all kinds of commotion. Not once did he even look up until all the noise grabbed his attention...just a girl and her bear, interrupted....it was fun while it lasted :-)
Have a great weekend....thanks for all your visits and comments!!!! Looking forward to catching up with everyone over the next two days.
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Kodak TMAX100 @ 100
R09 Rodinal @ 20° / 6 minutes (constant agitation through first 30 sec., then 10 sec. every minute)
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Ayer fue una tarde buena...
Buena compañia, un bonito lugar para hacer fotos...
Y como no mis "abandonos", esas casas ya vacias...
Esta es una serie hecha en la casa de la "Sra Celeste", fallecio hace 5 años y la casa esta en venta, dentro se respira un cierto "aire"... espero que me perdone la Sra. por entrar en su "intimidad"...
Me gustaria poderos transmitir esas sensaciones que recibi el entrar alli, y... que la Sra. tenga un Buen descanso eterno.....
From Leslie A. Deer's artist statement:
"Cultural Interruption" speaks about the U.S. government's assimilation policies and efforts to systematically remove Mvskoke culture from our people. I am a product of these systematic disruptions. The piece/installation reflects three transparent panels with three generations of my family on them. The first panel, (farthest back) has images of my Mvskoke grandparents, who spoke Mvskoke language exclusively. The image os my Grandparents is solid and strong indicating the depth of their knowledge of Mvskoke language and culture.
The second panel (center panel) has images of my mother, Mildred Phillips Ketcheshawno, who, as a young child, spoke only Mvskoke language. At the age of five, my mom was forcibly removed from her family by the federal government and placed in boarding school, where she was forbidden to speak her Native language. Consequently, over time, she completely forgot the Mvskoke language and tried to relearn the language as an adult (after taking Mvskoke language lessons). Ideally, she should have been able to teach me the language from birth, but the boarding school (and urban "Relocation" program--both US Federal Programs designed to acculturate Native American peoples) experience interrupted that organic/natural teaching and learning process.
Carl does not like to be disturbed while soaking up the rays in the window. Even though it was about 20 outside, he was almost hot to the touch.
Interrupted Dagger Caterpillar (Noctuidae -- Acronictinae --Acronicta interrupta) on Prunus. Sugarloaf Mountain Park, Frederick County, Maryland.
I’ve had an interruption in photographing strangers but today, on my way to class, I resumed my Human Family strangers project. My eye was drawn to her as she walked by me with her friend. She was wearing a cap that said “Angel.” The two of them paused, providing me with the opportunity to shake off the rust and approach them. When I explained the project, he was the first to agree, but she came around – even though it was with a bit less enthusiasm. I asked which wanted to go first and he deferred to her. Meet Amilia.
I was ready to ask her to remove her sunglasses when I noticed that her eyes could be viewed over the glasses because she was considerably shorter than I. After positioning her on the covered sidewalk and telling her not to worry about pedestrians because they would simply walk around us, I proceeded to take the portraits. After my test shot, Amilia proceeded to shift her pose like a model, making things easy for me.
Photos taken, I found out that she is 19 and was born and raised in a bedroom suburb of Toronto. I had a bit of trouble hearing her clearly, a combination of the noisy environment, her soft voice, and my less than acute hearing. I learned that Amilia would like to do some kind of government work in the future. When I asked about a challenge she has faced in life she said “marriage.” When I asked for clarification, she said she is married but has had to learn how to accept her husband’s needs. Her message for the project is “Stay pure and at one with yourself.” Her belief is “Purity is Goddesity.” When I asked if she is religious, she said she is.
We exchanged contact information while her friend stood by, waiting his turn, and I thanked her. She was looking forward to receiving her portrait.
This is my 840th submission to The Human Family Group on Flickr.
You can view more street portraits and stories by visiting The Human Family.
More practice at a looking-down shot, this time it's in the trope of the object-as-symbol.
The Cat People: media.timeout.com/images/121881/image.jpg
Psycho: miro.medium.com/max/2400/1*g5u6_Lnuw_6d8KVnmLEfbQ.png
With the colours, I tried to link the woman with the statue as they both have red and blue. And I used green on the walls because red and green can often feel sickly or unsettling.
Also, that red statue piece from Adventurers is amazing, we need more Lego parts like that!
The beautiful open Gembrook fields and landscape are interrupted by NGG class NG129 departing Gembrook 7.11.25. but alongside, our photo group was also interrupted by a biker as seen on the right of the screen. not all shots can go to plan.
Model: Elizabeth
www.instagram.com/model_elizabethsumpter/
Photographer: Justin Bonaparte
Now the title of this isn't really about eastern spirituality or philosophy or an attempt to come up with a cool sounding name but more to do with making a bit of an a*** of yourself.
I have few days off work so I headed to a favourite spot of mine, one where I did some of my first rock balances and where I built this. Now it had collapsed I wanted to use the stones to make something else.
I've spent a few days out rock balancing recently since I did this this but I didn't manage to get anything to stay upright long enough to get any pictures. I don't think my heart was really in it and I couldn't be bothered to rebuild any of them more than a couple of times once they had toppled over. It is fun to do though and it isn't all about getting a picture so it wasn't wasted time.
I felt a bit more focussed today on getting it right. A lot of it is in the preparation and making sure you pick the right stones and arrange them carefully and the rest is in patience and persistence and an added dose of luck. So I began by trying to do an enhanced version of that stack done on Heysham beach.
After a while it started to rain but other than getting my camera wet it didn't matter too much as it is so warm and muggy.
I had the video camera running most of the time and the one time it was switched off I got my welly wedged under a rock and when I attempted to walk I fell straight over. £250 from You've Been Framed would have been handy but karma dictated that it wasn't to be. Karma hadn't finished with me just yet though.
The paddle out to the boulder the balance was on was just about the same height as my wellies, somehow I managed to stop them being breached but the trouble with constructing something on a rock in a few feet of water is if you don't balance a rock properly then "plop!" it is gone in microseconds and you have to wade back to the bank to search for another one. Just how many crossings was I going to get away with? Well Lady Karma allowed me enough to get it done, and she smiled on me enough to get it built first go.
The first sculpture had an insane wobble. The third from bottom layer had a pebble that rolled every time a new layer was added, several times I had to hold the whole thing upright and put it back into equilibrium. I am interested to see the video footage to see whether it's wobble is clear to see.
The second was more robust but surprisingly so. The lower round pebbles that increased the height of the left hand slab were held on with friction and should they move it would all go. It was quite tall so I worried that I would get flattened if it did fall. Either that or very wet as any evasive action would end up as a swim.
Anyway I got away with it and packed up and headed back to my car.
As I clambered up the hill to the parking area I saw someone else was parked there. Two old ladies were sat in fold-up chairs looking out over the river, each clutching a glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. They weren't best pleased having their drunken picnic interrupted. But still I smiled and said hello.
This was met with a scowl. Obviously one that they had both spent a lifetime perfecting. I was sorry to interrupt their lunchtime drinkie-poos but you run the risk of being disturbed by a strange bloke in wellies if you insist on having your soiree in a car park.
Anyway, being too long away from food, irritable, tired and grumpy I muttered to myself "manners cost nothing" - grumble - grumble - "parking here and drinking cheap wine and smoking fags" - mutter - mutter - "I didn't want to say hello anyway!"
I packed up my tripods and and put my camera gear into the boot while the elderly grumpy twins laughed uproariously as their cheap plonk kicked in.
I slapped the gear stick into reverse and manoeuvred onto the road and drove away still grumbling under my breath.
I looked at them in the rear view mirror and suddenly there was a black flash in the mirror. "What the hell was that?!"
Doh! I'd left my reflector on the roof. I saw it land in the road so I parked up at the next layby and sprinted up the road. It was nowhere to be seen and each side of the road was thick with bracken.
*********!
I looked and looked and looked and couldn't see it anywhere. Oh no, I am not going to have to ask those two old dears do I? No, anything but that please.
And so, tail between my legs with my best - mum brought me up properly - polite voice I siddled up to them.
"'Scuse me?"
"Yes?"
"Did you see a black circular thing come flying off the back of my car?" The ground opening up beneath would be nice timing should it happen.
"No?!?" The quizzical look I got was far worse than that earlier scowl.
I walked back along the road and sure enough there it was under a bush. Seemed Lady Karma wanted me to talk to those ladies, they wouldn't know where I had lost it but it would appear once I had and I am sure that their side of the story would be quite different to mine.
All I can hope for when they recount what happened that someone will ask them "how much did you have to drink?"