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What type of light do I like to shoot? Available light, and by available light I mean any damn light that is available!
- W. Eugene Smith
This is an image from my last trip to Cuba. This is another image of the dancer Indira. It is a joy to work with Cuban dancers.
I don’t speak a lick of Spanish, unless you count knowing how to ask where the rest room is and how to order my favorite rum. For me photography has always been about slowing down to the speed of life.
Unbeknownst to Indira I matched my breath rhythm to hers and then slowly lowered the pace of our breaths. Somewhere between here and there this is where we found ourselves.
shooitng the Z9 in silent mode with a remote trigger allows for a place when the camera is not I th way. This is an extremely powerful tool because the shutter click gives up the most that the camera has taken a picture. Without that click, that simple little sound, the subject frequently forgets that there is a camera taking a picture.
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{Albert Einstein}.
in case you were wondering how i edit my photos and how i get these tones, so everything (more or less) is in this notebook! i started to keep some notes in one place instead of writing on separate sheets and forgeting where they are. it is nice to have some notes in case i am going to record an action or edit another photo in a similar way. i still write on a separate sheets anyway and put them elsewhere and edit my photos in many other ways that are not described in the notebook as well :)....
sorry i have marked private 2 previous pictures because i do not like them anymore, thanks to you who faved and i enjoyed reading your sweet comments.
While the World enters in the abyss of the full electric without knowing what awaits it...
Octan corporation knows where to direct the efforts for have the perfect mix to try to help the Earth.
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Knowing the weather was going to turn very cold in a few days. My friend decided to make a food run for this little spotted towhee. A bird generally found in western Canada it was blown off course and ended up in a much harsher winter environment than it usually faces.
We put down meal worms, loads of seed and a suet cake. He came to dine and we watched him scratch and eat. So far so good. The little guy is still thriving. By the amount of seed we found we know he is being well cared for. Hang in there Spotty :)
The Florida Scrub-jay is a species of Scrub-jay that is endemic to Florida. That means that it can only be found in Florida where it has existed for millions of years. Its habitat is limited to Florida's scrub land. This habitat is arid and relatively unattractive and is prone to frequent wildfires. As a result, a specific set of small plants populate the habitat. Our pension to extinguish wildfires and develop scrub land into something "more attractive" has led to a gradual but steady decline in these birds. This is due predominantly to habitat loss. In a few areas these birds are unbelievably tolerant of humans, landing not only near people but on them too. In this instance this Scrub-jay landed my friend before leaping up, up, and away, into the wild blue. Meeting these birds for the first time is a humbling experience. Knowing that even our most well intended activities, like wildfire suppression, can have deleterious effects on other species should serve as a lesson for the future. Nature's most invasive species needs to be more responsible. Every change we make has significant consequences. #FloridaScrubJay
Just like that..." Boom " they are off, from the starting gate in unison. Each having it's own space and place in line.
Sun is setting over a sleepy shunting yard in Esslingen, Württemberg. The old, unsuspecting nightwatchman just started his rounds. Not knowing there is an unscrupulous crook around the next corner. How will this encounter end?
After seeing www.flickr.com/photos/thomas_reincke/52972245863/in/datep... posting his beautiful Württemberg Guterwagens/boxcars I wanted to post my own rendition. I've also got my hands on some dark green 1x2 tiles in the Lego online store and was finally able to build a boxcar in dark green. The techniques used in the design are much similar to my boxcars for cattle but I had to find a way to make the sides without the 2x4 and 2x3 tiles which are either not available in dark green or in case of the first more expensive than gold. After some puzzling I found a - very parts intensive @Nick ;) - solution and this afternoon I took an hour to create this small diorama.
The boxcar is Epoche 1 and based on this Marklin model: rlp.museum-digital.de/object/60607
I’m probably going to use it as the first car for an upcoming Bavarian freight train/guterzug.
Ice skate for brake idea comes from www.flickr.com/photos/habricks
Let me know what you think, as always much appreciated!
Time to move on.
Again.
Seventh day of the road trip, so we load the car before breakfast, then into the bar for coffee and baguette with preserves.
The bar is full, and alive with conversation.
One last look in our room, and pack the remaining stuff, get in and set course back to the motorway.
I had noticed signs for a town on the way back south, calling Beaune, the "city of wine".
I'll be the judge of that, but as we had until four when we had to be at the next place, a detour there, a wander round, buy wine, have lunch, should do the trick.
It was a nice seventeen degrees when we left, but the temperatures soon rose into the low then mid twenties.
Traffic was heavy too, but we had all day, so cruised again at seventy, over the rolling countryside that looked lowland, but at times climbed to 1,600 feet.
We turned off towards Beaune, a series of roundabouts surrounded by modern buildings.
Into the centre and we were bouncing down cobbled streets, with all on street parking taken. Jools sees a sign for a garage, we go there, and nab a space. And it was just a ten minute walk from the centre.
Another ancient walled town, all narrow lanes, streets, timber-framed houses, and a cathedral. Though we didn't go it being Sunday.
We had a coffee, then checked out one dozens of wine shops. Burgundy is one of the world's great wines, but what I know won't fit on the back of a matchbox. I check online to see that 2022 was a great vintage, so bought a bottle for £28, and three people wrapped it, put it in a cardboard tube, then in a bag.
At midday we took seats on the street at a nice looking restaurant. We both have beuf bourguignon.
It came with noodles and a rich red wine sauce, and was delicious.
We had agreed not to have a dessert, but my mouth said crème brûlée.
And it was delicious.
Back to the car, as the town was filling up with people of one of them Viking river cruises, all following someone with an umbrella or something.
Back to the car, paid €6.00, and left. Out along cobbled alleys, then out into the suburbs, over roundabout after roundabout until we reached the motorway, and turned back south.
Nothing much exciting happened until we turned off heading west.
Along 45km of dual carriageway, then off that into the rolling farmland. Down ever narrower lanes, until we had to turn down an unpaved lane.
That ended up at a ford, with no way of knowing how deep it was, we tried to go round, but the sat nav brought us back to the same spot.
Jools walked over to see how deep it was, then I drove over quickly, and arrived the other side safe and sound.
A mile further along was the mill, which is mainly a horseriding centre, and does B&B as a sideline.
Our host speaks no English, we only fractured French, but we made ourselves understood, and was shown to our room, through the tack room.
Dinner of cold cuts and cheese is for eight. I sat for an hour watching the river drift by, and dragons and damsels floating by in breathless air.
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
I am NOT a 'WORKAHOLIC'. I only constantly aim to see the end result!
"Just Joey" is a Hybrid Tea Rose and has a fruity fragrance ( to me it smells like ripe raspberries mmmmmm) which wafts from large ruffled salmon blooms, once opened.
This superstar rose is from England. Just Joey roses were inducted into the Hall of Fame by the World Federation of Rose Societies in 1994.
The flowers are well-formed with large, high-centred buds, supported by long, straight and upright stems.
Each blousy flower can grow to 8-12.5 cm wide. Hybrid Teas are the world's most popular type of rose by choice due to their colour and flower form.
With their long stems, it gives them the advantage, over others, as cut flowers.
Most shrubs tend to be very upright, reaching up to 1.8 metres and are recurrent-flowering (flowering constantly during the season, unlike wild dog roses that flower once).
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Knowing this big lump of tree was here i'd been waiting for the right conditions and hoping i'd be there at the time. All fell into place today, right down to the position the tree had worked its way into. Burleigh Sands, Loch Leven. 0.6 Soft Grad and B+W Conversion in LR CC
Another accidental shot!
Audra kept reaching out to the crowd, so I set up for a few of those shots and caught them. Went back to review the pics and realized I caught this without even knowing it!
Thank God I did.. I'm even a fan of this!
Knowing that most of these CN C40-8M's are stored, hearing one leading an oil empty on the CP made it a manditory trip to catch it, only if it were for one shot. CP train 583 just clears Cardigan Junction in Shoreview and passes by the Lexington Industrial spur in Arden Hills, MN. These tanks are heading to Rosyth, AB for loading.
Ficedula albicollis (french name : Gobemouche à collier) - Near Plitvice NP, Croatia
From a western Europe inhabitant point of view, this bird is fascinating, mainly because in my place we only have the European Pied Flycatcher during migration, also because Collared has this distinctive aesthetic touch (namely the white collar) that makes it more attractive, a strengthened feeling if we consider the situation of its nesting area retricted to the central-eastern part of Europe, a region rarely visited by foreign birders.
I planed first to look for this bird during my first hours in Croatia, coming from Triest, Italy, and making a detour through Plitvice National Park, the best known place to find it in the country. But I learnt the entrance fee only arriving there, and I was not able to pay 40 euros (!) only for one bird, my lone target in forested area for this 3 days in Croatia.
So when going back to France through Slovenia three days later, I took the detour again, knowing a possible location just outside the Park to see it. On the road to this location, I entered the forest and made a stop at the first roadside parking available. And I do not know if it was a coincidence, but a Collared Flycatcher had his nest in a tree just few meters from this roadside !
I could then enjoy watching him going back and forth, catching prey that it provides to a nestling in the cavity. The habitat was as expected, large forest composed of old trees with a clear understory, giving to the species the space to hunt inside the forest. Maybe it is my number one bird sighting during this short trip in Croatia, and the very last, after having been the first target.
Knowing about 3 northbound trains this morning, we made the out of the way trip to Mystic to shoot the last 2 northbound trains. 181 and 659 would meet 180 at Sewall, lending alot of scanner traffic to keep us updated on this traffic. Here the MMX train 181 passes thru Mystic with 4200 feet of traffic bound for Chicago. The neat water tower here dates back to the MILW days, and might of been used for steam engines.
Knowing that there was going to be a big crowd up ahead at the curve at Minnieska, I opted for the shot just above Lock and Dam #5 which can barely be seen above the hoppers.
Because of brush and weed growth this shot is impossible in the summer but it can be done when the vegetation has been knocked down by winter snow.
Knowing any attempt to capture a wide angle view of those far off mountains peaks would flatten them out, I decided to angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward, capturing a more sweeping view of the desert plant life and landscape coming up to the Chisos Mountains. Having metered for the highlights in the brighter skies above, I was able to play with the exposure to bring out different textures and contrasts while working with Capture NX2. I later exported a tiff image and used a recipe I'd made in Color Efex Pro 4 for the final image. My thinking was to complement the late afternoon setting, adding more drama and shades with a Low Key and Sunshine filter. For the far off mountains, I found a Detail Extractor with control points the best way to bring out details in the mountain peaks and ridge lines.
Slow down, you move too fast
you got to make the morning last
just kicking down the cobblestones
looking for fun and feelin' groovy
Hello lamppost
what cha knowing?
I've come to watch your flowers growing
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
doot-in'
doo-doo
feelin' groovy!
Got no deeds to do
no promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy
and ready for sleep
let the morning time
drop all its petals on me
Life I love you
all is groovy
Paul Simon and I wish you a groovy day my friends :)
Sometimes you can walk along a beach full of shorebirds and not even know they are there. I thought I had scanned the beach for any birds but obviously this guy escaped my sight until later when I was way closer it moved and gave away its location. If this guy hadn't moved I probably would have walked right by him without even knowing he was there. Black bellied plover, Pea island beach NC 1/20/25
knowing where to go from here?
I’m getting there.
I feel like I have lost all my ability to create something I'm proud of, so I haven't even been trying lately and this is from back in october. but this phase makes me unhappy and it needs to end. I need to start taking photos again, I need to start creating again.
as for France, I came back only two weeks ago and I got used to things so fast that I wonder if it's really me who's living my life right now. but I guess that’s a good thing. it must be a good thing.
Before knowing the weather condition of the Himalayan region we should understand its geography. The Himalayan region covers an area of 2,250 km with an average width of 200 km.
The forest belt of the Himalayan region consists of Oak, Rhododendron, Birch, Pine, Deodar, and Fir. And the monsoon season in this region lasts for mid June till the end of September. The Himalayas influences the meteorological conditions in the Indian subcontinent to the south and in the Central Asian highlands to the north to a great extent. It acts a climatic divider circulating the air and water system to a great extent. Because of its altitude and location it blocks the passage of the cold winds coming from the north to the Indian sub continent thereby making India's climate much more moderate. It also influences the rainfall pattern in India. The combined effect of rainfall, latitude and altitude largely influences the forests belts in the Himalayan region. The rainfall is mostly recorded during the monsoon time of June to September but it decreases as you travel from east to west. The snow-capped ranges of the Himalayas stretch 2, 250 km from the Namcha Barwa to Nanga Parbat on the Indus. The range extends from east to west up to central-Nepal and then takes a southeast to northwest direction.
www.himalaya2000.com/himalayan-facts/climate-of-himalayas...
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
This the Katharinenkirche with the mausoleum of emperor Ferdinand II of Habsburg
evening Shot from Calicut beach
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My good friend Lewis came down yesterday, hes really into the same things as me, like Photography and Music, so its always great to catch up with him and when we talk about ideas he always seems to inspire me without even knowing it, he makes me want to improve my ideas and venture out of my comfort zones.
Ive been so fixated on other peoples work, ive spent most of my time just trying to emulate their ideas and styles just so i can get a idea of how they think.
with this image I really stepped out of my comfort zone, Ive taken the parts that i love from other peoples images like the colour, toning.
head out on your own and make new adventures, but remember that sometimes you find new paths just by following others ...
Knowing what to let go of is just as important as knowing what to keep. To me, it's all hard. It's tough to let go... of anything. But I will. Let it go.
Had some ideas for some new "Window shots" tonight, but decided I needed a nap after work and by the time I headed up to my window, I had lost the good light... and as I was trying to take some pictures anyway, shooting from the inside of an abandoned house, out the window, I see a bear walk by. He walked right up to my car and I was thankful that I didn't have any snacks in there because the windows were all open. I went out to try to get a picture, but I didn't think fast enough to change my camera settings, so all I have are photos of a big black blur... and as I turned to go back into the house, there was another one. I was kind of glad to not be standing out there in the open... happy to have "my house" to duck into!
Yet another shot from the Poovar collection. This is when we decided to walk further along the road (From the twilight zone) to explore the place more. We came across a place where there was a bend in the road and I immediately knew that this was an ideal spot for someone to walk into the frame and for me to click.
Please let me know your comments and suggestions on how I could improve this image. Thanks for all your visits and comments.
Knowing about 3 northbound trains this morning, we made the out of the way trip to Mystic to shoot the last 2 northbound trains. 181 and 659 would meet 180 at Sewall, lending alot of scanner traffic to keep us updated on this traffic. Here the 659 empty potash train passes thru Mystic about 15 miles behind the 181. The neat water tower here dates back to the MILW days, and might of been used for steam engines.
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I am a very serious person...
...99.9% of the time.
I despise chickens and all chicken-related things (books, humor, art, etc.). Even the sight or mention of a chicken makes me groan inside. Then why in the world would I choose to build this?
Occasionally, when my mind is tired, not knowing what to think or even why to think, I fall into absurdity. In short, I cave. My seriousness leaves, and in its place stands incoherent gibberish. I embrace what I don't like, even if that means chickens.
So in a way, this creation represents the utter nonsense that can spout forth from a brain that really is not thinking clearly.
Speaking of that, Chicken Little is a story about some foolish young fowl who has a piece of something fall on its head (it may be an acorn, or a leaf, or a raindrop; who knows?). It goes berserk and insists that "The sky is falling!!". Thenceforth Chicken Little makes a huge fuss over it and gathers fellow animals to go warn the ruler of the area. The group meets a sly fox (what other kind of fox would there be?), who convinces the gullible animals that the way to the ruler goes right through the fox's lair. They enter the lair and the fox eats them all. (Or, if you like the other versions better, they escape and warn the ruler, but still turn out to be incorrect about the sky.)
So I think that that image of hysteria is what I've captured in this obnoxious little build. Whenever I feel like blurting out whatever my immediate reaction to my circumstances is, this chicken can remind me to always think before I speak, lest I believe the world will end and thereby fulfill my own prophecy through my own ignorance.
Don't worry, I promise that the next creations I submit will be serious in nature. This one is not a new precedent for me.
This chicken is a bauble-head; it has a technic axle as its neck that would need to be flexible if this were to become a set so that the head could wobble. The wings and tail can flap.
And yes, that is a canoe.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Hal Borland
Knowing that there would be some shadows on the train, I was determined to get the 1st N/B revenue run of Amtrak's NextGen Acela passing under the Pennsy signal bridge just north of River interlocking on Amtrak's Northeast Corridor. Here, power unit 2122, with pantograph down, is leading N/B train 2154 on track two. Power unit 2129 is on the rear providing the "juice".