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Knowing that this week's theme at The Photo Forum is 'shooting through' I went looking yesterday for elements through which I could shoot.
Happy Bench Monday!
It has been over two thousand years to date since the Lord Jesus Christ came to the earth and was nailed to the cross in the likeness of sinful flesh to serve as a sin offering for us all. The disposition of love, mercy and forbearance of the Lord Jesus Christ is far beyond the reach of us corrupt humans. Therefore, His name was spread and praised and has become known to all, and many people have belief in and reverence for Him. Here is a question, God is so supreme, so why would He deliberately choose such a normal, ordinary form to come amongst man and perform His work? Read the gospel testimony article and to learn “Why Did the Lord Jesus Work Amongst Man in an Ordinary Form?”
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knowing only the northern Steiermark, one of the federal states of Austria, we wanted to see its capital Graz with its famous and beautiful old town - and some modern contrasts, too
Zaha Hadid's apartment house, a controversial contrast
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said
~Victor Hugo
Knowing its history, this 727 seems out of place on the UPS ramp at Memphis International. N216WE is the second to last 727 ever built and was delivered to Federal Express in 1984 as N216FE. It has been flying for IFL Group since 2011.
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Knowing that this week's theme at The Photo Forum is 'shooting through' I went looking yesterday for elements through which I could shoot.
Happy Bench Monday!
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So many things are changing....
My portfolio for NCAD was finally dropped in today- thank God, more time for taking photos! The second I handed it over I skipped on my merry way to Templebar for some me and my camera moments, mmmm
So now its just a matter of waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more to see if I get in or not, and do I even want to go? Decisions i really dont like em..
Knowing when to back off and let the image stand on it's own depends on how far the artist wishes to take it. After over twenty layers(I lost count)using Topaz Impression and PSE-11 I feel that I've been able to bring this image alive without distracting to much from the original image.
Knowing that the Sandhill Cranes didn't fly into the Whitewater Draw refuge here in Southeast Arizona until around 11:30 we arrived shortly after 11am without a bird in the sky. Within 15 minutes of our arrival they started flying in by the hundreds...it was certainly a 'sight to behold' not to mention the music that filled the sky.
My wild river reflection...!!!
I exist without really knowing me... without really knowing you... !!! Ü
A philosophical and impressionnist photo safari concentrated mainly on a daily basis (or almost) on my small piece of planet of 55 000 square feet …!!!
A Thoreau "waldennienne" approach …!!!
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Je ne sais pas...!!! Ü
Reflet de ma rivière sauvage …!!!
J'existe sans vraiment me connaître ... sans vraiment vous connaître...!!! Ü
Un safari photo philosophique et impressioniste au quotidien concentré essentiellement (ou presque) sur un petit morceau de planète de 55 000 pieds carrés ...!!!
Une démarche "waldennienne" à la Thoreau …!!!
It wasn't such a great Winter for the resident koi in the conservatory - they all died after a water change in their pool. And the frogs in the next room were rumored to be absent, as well. But they're fine - you just have to take your time looking through the moss and duck weed on the wooden dividers. :)
“Knowing how to grow old is the greatest of wisdoms and one of the most difficult chapters of the great art of living”,
Henri-Frédéric Amiel (1921-1881), Swiss philosopher and writer
I have a few things to say about this movie... When I saw its previews, I got a totally different idea of what it was going to be. But I did like the actual plot, pretty innovative. It is not a new concept in literature, but you do not see it taken to movies very often. I was impressed the director went this direction. And I do like Nicolas Cage's acting. But - such sad, sad and depressing movie :(
Knowing I didn't have a lens really suited for wildlife (not even a 300mm on a DX sensor could quite cut it), I decided to concentrate then on the landscape of the Bosque del Apache. It was nice the clouds cooperated :)
The initial sketch came to me one afternoon after leaving one of my best friends at the airport, not knowing when I was going to see her again. When something good happens in my life, and then it comes to an end, I tend to feel a hangover which leaves me misplaced for several days. I feel lost, not knowing where I should take the next step, my head spins round and round and I cannot continue my way, I stay in the past. I decided to create a photograph that was based on that feeling of being lost, in which you look to your future and you do not get to the right answer. All these roads are opened in front of you and shoot at you so hard that get you stuck at the same place. They are tight and they make you drown.
Knowing this would be a long exposure, and the tide was in-coming, I set up the camera high up from the waterline. And I nearly had to abandon the shot as the waves were lapping dangerously close to my precious snap-machine towards the end of the shot.
Equipment: Nikon D7000, Nikor 10-24mm @10mm. ISO 200, F11, 679 sec. Hitech 16-stop Firecrest ND filter, Manfortto Befree tripod
Post-production: Cloning to remove dust specs, etc., a bit of burring added to the “smooth” bits to disguise annoying pixel noise. Finally masked curves used separately for sky and foreground to balance exposure and contrast
Knowing that we won't reach our destination in time to park and take sunset photos, I rolled down the window and shot while the vehicle was cruising at around 40 MPH (yup, that's my right forearm showing on the rear view mirror). The stroller cart on the right was a serendipitous visual element that I didn't notice was there when I tripped the shutter. smile emoticon
24mm; 1/640 sec; f/4.0; ISO 200
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Knowing that Uncle Dave is a bird lover, my 7yr old niece picked out this card for me... obviously oblivious to the joke behind it. : )
Knowing how disappointed I had been at missing shots like this, a few weeks ago, Bev sat back [in fear of scaring this Common Lizard away]. She had spotted it but let me get the best shots, she really is so kind! They stayed for quite a while, seeming calm as they'll be used to seeing people entering the reserve. I'm told that this is a "Gravid" or pregnant female.
“Knowing others is wisdom, knowing yourself is Enlightenment. - Lao Tzu”
Macro Monday project – 04/07/14
"the Office"
Knowing that Milwaukee's F's weren't going to last forever, we waited for the eastbound train led by an A-B-B-A set to pull past B-17 on its way into Bensenville Yard on July 25, 1976. Lead unit 119C, an F7A, was retired just over a year later, during August, 1976.
Jim Lewnard photo, Joe Lewnard collection.
...knowing that you're loved even when you're being naughty! Yes, this is the chair that Daisy isn't allowed on (sigh). She didn't try to run away, just rolled over to have her chin rubbed.
Happy Caturday!
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It feels good knowing I like what I make. Today I was so tired that I didn't even know if I was going to upload. but i took a walk around here and found some nice places.
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About three months ago, my sister discovered this beautiful 1955 Dodge Jobline pick-up truck in a local Charleston newspaper. Knowing how much I'd always dreamed of owning a 1950's red pick-up, she rang to tell me about the listing and I located it online. We talked about how beautiful it was and of all the things we'd love to do with the truck, but the price was simply too high and over time, we soon forgot about her.
Then, about two weeks ago, our Granny passed away and I found myself back in S.C. for her burial. One day shortly after, with emotions still at an all-time high, my sister and I decided we would go kayaking where our Granny and Grandpa were born and raised. It would've been a great trip, except none of the weather forecasters had predicted the severe thunderstorms that ensued and we quickly found ourselves in need of alternative plans. What better to do than shop, right?
With our trip canceled, we found ourselves riding around Mt. Pleasant with a ridiculously large two-person kayak on our roof and "nothing" to do. I mentioned thinking it would be nice to go back and check out this 1960's “Endless Summer” type canary yellow station wagon we’d passed the day before, so we headed to the garage where it was parked. After perusing a wide array of vintage vehicles, we made out way to the garage and struck up a conversation with the mechanics. We inquired about some of the vintage vehicles and mentioned we’d found a red 1950’s red pick-up a few months back and asked if they’d ever seen one. They mentioned knowing of both a black and a white 1950's truck, but no red one. As the conversation neared the ½ hour mark, one of the mechanics remembered he’d seen a red 1950’s pick-up parked at a law firm not far from the shop. As soon as he said this I thought (and my sister claims I said out loud), “That’s it!”.
After getting a few other places / people’s names who might know where to find a 1950’s pick-up, we took our chances and headed to see the truck the mechanic had mentioned seeing "a while back". We had nothing to lose by looking. As soon as we saw the vehicle and drove around the back-end, I knew it was the same one my sister had found three months prior. On the driver’s door window hung a sign advertising a slashed price and a phone number. After taking some photos and checking out the vehicle, my sister rang the listed number. We’d both just assumed the truck belonged to a man, so when a woman answered, she was surprised. After speaking for a few minutes, it became clear the voice at the other end was not going to “hand the phone over” (to a man). So, my sister asked, "Are you the owner?", to which the woman replied, "Yes!".
Needless to say, I think we were all a little surprised. The owner - Christine - explained she'd moved to Charleston from NYC to get into the bakery business and had bought the truck to "pick up men" – yes, that’s why she’d gotten it. At this juncture, my sister looked like she'd seen a ghost. There were several reasons for this "ook". One being, she’d been born in NY and two, her sister (that'd be me) currently lives there. Thirdly, she'd been trying to figure out how to transition out of a career in radio and was thinking of starting a baking business! I'm not kidding. When she asked Christine if owning the truck had indeed helped her meet any men, she said it hadn't, but that the truck had been rented quite a few times for photo shoots and commercials. Gears in our heads quickly began turning. And Christine was so happy that women were calling about the truck because she specifically wanted to sell the truck to a female. She told us to go into the offices and get the keys to go for a spin.
She’d also mentioned the mechanic who’d worked on the truck was close by and told us where to find his garage. After going in and speaking with a lovely woman who had some problem locating the keys, we went back outside to wait. After a few minutes, the keys arrived and the girl mentioned if we could wait, that the mechanic who’d worked on the vehicle would be coming by to pick both she and her Mum in a few minutes. Huh? Why?!? Because the mechanic was her father! When we heard this, it was like a bolt of lightening had struck. How was it possible the mechanic we’d just been told about and whom we were going to go visit would be coming to us? Things were just getting too weird, so, of course, we waited. It seemed kizmit was taking over at this juncture.
It had been a while since I’d driven a standard, though it’s been my main transmission for the majority of my driving years, so I wasn’t too worried. And, my sister had learned how to drive a standard shift on a tractor on someone’s farm, so between the two of us, we thought we’d be okay. Not long after, the mechanic arrived. If seemed the truck hadn’t been started in a while, so he had to jump-start her and we all piled in. He took us to a nearby car park and we drove around back to an empty area. My sister decided to go first and we all had a really good laugh. Next, it was my turn and after the mechanic properly explained the H-gear pattern, I did an so-so job with the ½ ton, no power steering, no power breaks slant V6 badass – though this isn’t to say it wasn’t nerve-racking as hell! Not only was she extremely difficult to maneuver, but somehow driving her made one’s hands completely black and at some point, we’d all touched our faces and had black marks all over ourselves and our clothing. We looked like Al Jolsen in his black-face – except, in reverse!
After returning to the law firm, we said we’d be back in a few days. We spent a day trying to figure out how we could make getting this truck happen and returned to take (what we’d already named) “Big Red” to a few mechanics shops and restoration experts the following day. Before getting out on crowded main roads, we decided to get some more practice driving the truck and so, after some quick cleaning of the windows and interior, we headed back to that nearby car park.
It’s a good thing my sister had learned to drive on a tractor, because on this particular 97degree afternoon, “Big Red” was akin to driving around in a 1/2 ton tractor. Driving Red was roughly the equivalent to taking part in a triathlon in 105 degree temperatures. Because she’s so hard to drive, on one occasion, I had to grab the giant wheel and help my sister make a turn! Yes, it took two of us and we’re both over 5”10, with plenty of muscle. Oh how I was beginning to appreciate power steering!
Jerking in-and-out-of all three gears, my sister finally stalled Big Red for a second time - sending us to a halting stop. Sweating and dirty, she screamed out in frustration, “Oh my God, I can't do this! We’re crazy! This is never going to work!”. Searching for the inspirational words an older sibling is supposed to have at the ready, I turned my head and spotted this white big rig parked just beside us and nearly fainted. For, it was a Cardinal line truck with no more than two cardinal emblems – one on the cab and one on the trailer - emblazoned upon it.
You see, our Grandfather, who had died when we were very small was a country boy (related to Swamp Fox - yeah!) and his favorite bird was the cardinal. We know anytime one crosses our paths, to pay close attention. Gasping, I directed her attention right toward the “cardinal spotting” and we both nearly lost it. Tears welled up in both our eyes. My sister then took a deep breath and said, “Did you see the pair of cardinals fly past us as we drove back here?”. I hadn't and said so, but quickly grabbed my camera to capture the rig carrying the cardinal message from our Gran.
While neither said so, in that moment, I think we both knew we'd buy the 1955 Dodge- even before we took her to get checked out. Can't go against the elders, right? We offered nearly half the original price and Christine accepted. So, if for any reason, you’re in need of a classic 1955 Dodge pick up truck in fire engine red, you know who to contact!
Photographer: A. Golden, eyewash design - Charleston, S.C., July, 2008
Blacki, one of our four rescue cats, is the scrawny runt of the family. Delicate and curious, he's also the smartest of the bunch.
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I'm tired, Tired of not knowing where to turn. I look into myself, into what I've done lately and it all seems a round nothing. I feel tired, without an excuse. I don't feel motivated and starting school, what I've been willing for such a long damn time, doesn't even make it any different.
I live in the city, I miss the sea, I miss being able to live where I can wander alone, without feeling alone at all. Believe the myth about urban lives being poisoned. They truly are. Time dies faster in the city.
How depressed do I really sound? I need to change my life. And my photography. This is nowhere near the type oh photography that I truly love. But I don't have trees, or sea, or forest to shoot in, and I don't even drive.
So. What kind of changes can I even make?
Knowing how much I love macarons, my husband agreed to cart these delicate little confections back from Switzerland. Luxemburgerlis are much tinier than macarons, but taste absolutely wonderful!
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Victor Hugo