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De la fenetre de mon hotel, un plaisir pour les yeux...:)
From the window of my hotel, a feast for the eyes ...:)
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This is lit by hand in less than one second!
he past few months have been mostly about producing higher quality work. This is not very relevant for social media, but I'm obsessed with the idea of scaling up my images for some future projects.
This is a single exposure, fresh from today. Check out the close-up: twitter.com/ericpare/status/1587956945994108928 😱💙🌟
Please stand up for amazing stillness skills by Kim Henry www.instagram.com/kimhenry.dance/
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1.5 seconds exposure (0.8s for the light-painting), using my usual tubes lightpainting.store/
My favorite thing to do is not have a plan when I go shoot. I love to get in my truck, point it in a direction and go. The "NOT" knowing is the fun part because all I do is chase the light. I captured this image after rounding a curve in the road. You never know what you'll find just outside your door.
Striking diving duck of coastal harbors, mountain lakes, and large rivers. Very similar to Common Goldeneye. Males are easiest: Barrow’s has more black on the back, a downward-pointing spur on the side, and a crescent-shaped (not circular) white patch on the face. Females can be very difficult. Barrow’s usually has a yellow bill, but Common can rarely show a dull yellowish bill. Head and bill shape are important: Barrow’s has a steeper forehead and a puffy nape, and a shorter bill with a more rounded lower edge. Fairly common in western U.S. and Canada; much less common in the northeast. Small population in Iceland. Frequently found in mixed flocks with Common Goldeneye.
Nearly every year, we get one Barrow's Goldeneye among the hundreds of Common Goldeneye that make Ottawa their winter home. It's a challenge to be the first area birder to find and report it to the others. I am not usually that birder. Like all sea ducks, they prefer to be well away from the shore, making photography a challenge.
Strathcona Park, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. December 2009.
Less smoke this afternoon made for a sunset not seen much in the last few weeks, one with blue sky.
6/13/2023
Maryland Heights, MO
Explored with thanks on the 07/07/2017 #33
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"Smile on Saturdays" Less is More!
Less & old :)
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Dakar, 2011
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DENALI - The Great One - That's the common interpretation of the native Athabaskan name for Mt. McKinley (since officially renamed), North America's highest mountain at 20,310 ft. in elevation. On a clear day the mountain can be seen from Anchorage 150 miles to the south and in Fairbanks 150 miles to the north and at many other points in between along the route of Alaska's own railroad. Nowhere is the view more spectacular than in the Talkeetna area where the summit is less than 40 miles distant as the raven flies.
Here the Alaska Railroad's southbound weekly passenger train, the Aurora (235S), has paused to give the lucky visitors a spectacular view across the frozen Big Susitna River near MP 224 on the ARR's mainline. Eight miles to the south of Denali (left in the photo) is the 14,573 ft Mount Hunter.
This is what visiting Alaska and riding the Alaska Railroad is all about!
South of Talkeetna, Alaska
Sunday March 20, 2011
As written previously some strange encounters and experiences only hit the full impact mark with some delay.
On a recent event I was viciously struck, once again, by the fact how people are trying so hard to stand out from the crowd.
Clutching for recognition haunted and conforming to some distant paradigm.
In an almost perverted way of begging for attention, they act just merely all the same…
Waiting for a miracle to get noticed, dwelling around (could be a side effect of too many mojo-cocktails though) with eyes closed to their own originality.
Peculiar fact: they want to stand out and simultaneously being simply slightly different from the crowd terrifies them …
Exhausted by too much conversation, by all those attempts to come up with jokey and lively epigrams as the hours and the evening evolve, they seem to fill less and less the room, a kind of emptiness silently surrounding them. Awaiting some miracle solution or advice on how to navigate the crowd.
Wouldn’t it be more simple, every now and then, just to merciless avoid the crowd and just stand tall, against the wind …
Near Healy, Kansas. This lek was kind of disappointing photo-wise, mostly because no females were present an the guys seemed a bit subdued as a result. Not a lot of jumping or tussling.
"....two roads diverged in a wood, and i
took the one less traveled by, and that
has made all the difference." -robert frost, The Road Not Taken
autumn in West Duwamish Greenbelt , seattle
Upon seeing the announcement of Union Pacific's new paint scheme, I couldn't help but wonder why we have gotten away from simplicity in design. Everything now has to be shields, logos, slogans, writing, flags- when some of the most iconic schemes were always the most simple. Here are 2 UP Pushers far away from home in Ferrum, Virginia. The wings will be replaced by a horrendously large and out of place shield, and the new design is WAY too busy for my taste. I wish railroads would go back to simple classy designs on their locomotives. Less is more, and I wish the folks at UP would have gotten the memo.
“It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.”
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Less well known than Cawdor Castle is the small village of Cawdor, which lies just to its west, across the steep-sided valley of the Allt Dearg as it flows north to meet the River Nairn. This grew largely as an estate village serving the castle, and much of it comprises attractive stone cottages set in beautifully tended gardens. The link with the castle is very obvious and direct: for example one cottage bears an inscription over the front door: "21 April 1881. In memory of Sarah Mary, Countess of Cawdor."
Unlike many water birds, anhingas spear fish with their sharp bills rather than scooping them up. They swim underwater to hunt, hence their wings are less waterproof to allow for better diving capabilities.
You and I
filled the earth
and it overflowed
with lives not lived
just wind in grass
and through leaves
dead but not fallen
we shiver and shake
and loosen our grip
our youth slipping silently
away
© justin haynes.
Less than 2 weeks of sunlight left, before polar night sets in. Tromsøya island is home to close to 40000 people.
Check out a video from this adventure
A favourite view from Le Prarion down the Chamonix Valley with the Mont Blanc Massif and Les Aiguilles flanking on the right. Hopefully recognisable to some, but a slightly different angle which was spectacular this particular day.
Aiguille de Bionnassay looks tempting for the next summer or two...
Here's a Vertorama that I captured near Plettenberg Bay, shortly before sunset in July 2018.
Have a lekker weekend everyone. :)
One less morning living in St-John so one less chance to capture the rising sun in the Fundy Bay. This morning there was that tick layer of clouds that blocked all sun ray....better luck next time.
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As this year is ending, I've been feeling rather empty recently, losing motivation, the tic-tac in my head sounding louder and louder.
I would say that I'm rather a nice person, but paradoxically, at the same time it's not always easy to approach me. I know sometimes it's hard to have access to the whole of me, because my whole being is afraid to get attached. Because in the end I guess I'm afraid of rejection.
In the past few weeks, some lil challenges, awareness and conversations in the "real world", made me realize how challenging it is for most people to really connect with others.
We fragment, we censor ourselves, we demean ourselves, we're not the same person everywhere because it's not easy. Because we're afraid.
We stay on the surface because it's dizzying to be real or vulnerable. Because we rather be judged for what we're not instead of what we are. Like it gives us a way out or something.
And yet. I try to remind myself that 100% times I've been whole, I've survived and I've even grown up.
Anyway. I put this random (meaningless?) thoughts here to remind myself, and maybe to remind you if you ever need.
May peace be upon all of you.