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There is no end to remembrance and thus no line that can be drawn under our responsibility. Federal President Frank-Walter Steinmeier. Berlin, 29 January 2025.
The annual open-air and free history lesson at the heart of Berlin's government district, here from 2019, begins in late spring or summer and usually lasts until October 3rd, our National Day. The 30-minute light show/projection (which starts at dusk and is repeated several times until midnight) turns the Marie-Elisabeth-Lüders-Haus (MELH), one of the main parliamentary buildings, into a huge canvas. Every year the show is a little different but always focuses on German (parliamentary and general) history. Lessons learned or history repeating?
I have been spending a great amount of time exploring and learning about my new favorite place 7 miles from where I live...learning what a remarkable birding place this is. I didn't go looking for the Kites this day but as I was watching the shorebirds I heard a screeching near by and there they were. This appeared to be a 'hunting lesson' day as the young kites perched on a nearby juniper tree and occasionally would hover over the field. When this one landed the parent landed next to it and I believe was encouraging it to go find it's next meal!
Have struggled with processing most of my images from Scotland, it's so far out of my comfort zone of what I usually shoot, coupled with getting too carried away shooting and not getting my compostions right. Oh well, all good lessons for next time
…add color to hands and head only. Emphasize the interaction between the three, subject is a person of students choice, use expressive line but no shading.
Even the prettiest flower will die one day. It’s nature’s way of teaching us that nothing lasts forever.
I can almost hear Mom pronghorn explaining to her little one the lessons of life ... stay away from humans, practice your running skills because you are going to be a marathon runner, and remeber to fluff up the white fur on your rump whenever you sense danger! (that is how they communicate danger to one another)
Smile.
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the lesson
mixed media on wood: acrylic paint, metallic paint, collaged paper, stamps, sharpie pen
24" X 18"
jennifer beinhacker
jenniferbeinhacker.com
art outside the edge
EXHIBITED AT:
prince street gallery
530 west 25th street
new york, new york
10-28 july 2018
Szkolenia indywidualne z zakresu obróbki przez Internet. Warsztaty indywidualne: sesje plenerowe i obróbka.
Lessons of postprocessing via Internet. Individual workshop in on locations photoshooting and postprocessing.
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A Lesson's motmot (Momotus lessonii) was seen at the Aracari & Birding Deck near Kinkara Luxury Retreat at Santa Elena in southern Costa Rica.
30 minutes of walking around in the woods, we found a small clean spot where i could take a few shots. We all got the cold after that haha.
Anyways, have a great day people of Flickr! :)
This Lesson's Motmot (Momotus lessonii) perched on a moss-covered branch at Hacienda Montecristo, a coffee farm that offers birdwatching about 15 kilometers from Santa Rosa de Copán, Honduras, with its blue crown, black mask and racket-tipped tail in view. It lives in forest and woodland from southern Mexico to western Panama. Motmots like this one often sit very still, which makes them hard to see in dense forest despite their size. It eats insects and lizards and regularly takes fruit, and it nests in a tunnel dug into a bank.
I used a Canon R5 with the RF 800mm f/11 plus the RF 1.4x extender for this one, at 1/750 sec, f/16, ISO 6400, −0.5 EV. Hacienda Montecristo combines coffee growing with ecotourism and birdwatching, which gives the farm a reason to keep the trees these birds use.
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Large motmot of tropical lowland forest and edge, mainly in humid areas. Perches low to high, usually in shady areas. Blue crown with a big black central patch, unlike solid blue of Blue-capped Motmot, which occurs to the north. Plumage overall less contrasting in pattern than Turquoise-browed Motmot, with much smaller tail rackets. The name ‘motmot’ comes from double-hooting call of this species, which can sound like an owl, and is mainly uttered around dawn.
“People who’ve never read fairy tales, the professor said, have a harder time coping in life than the people who have. They don’t have access to all the lessons that can be learned from the journeys through the dark woods and the kindness of strangers treated decently, the knowledge that can be gained from the company and example of Donkeyskins and cats wearing boots and steadfast tin soldiers. I’m not talking about in-your-face lessons, but more subtle ones. The kind that seep up from your sub¬conscious and give you moral and humane structures for your life. That teach you how to prevail, and trust. And maybe even love.” ― Charles de Lint
And more lessons... lots of lessons today .... starting out with, if it's a 70 degree day in November, forget the work you are supposed to be doing and do what you WANT to do .... which leads to a mission to find more props for upcoming adventures, and a phone call, which I ignored the first time, but the second time, I figured I should answer, only to have a friend say to me... "I'm in Home Depot and pints of fake blood are $1.69... how many should I pick up for you?" Wait... what? Blood .... in Home Depot.... and I find myself saying... uh..... get me 3, no ... never mind, I'll go to my Home Depot and get them, you don't have to get them for me.... and that, was pretty much the end of any chance of getting things accomplished.... a fog machine (YeY!! I've always wanted one....) several pairs of crazy tights, a Halloween wreath, a bag of bones,a deer antler headband, candles and more.... and yes, a pint of fake blood later, the day was out of control. All plans of accomplishing anything were forgotten, I put on hiking books, noted that it looked like it would be a good sunset, and headed off into the woods...where I lost all track of time and missed what I'm sure WAS a spectacular sunset, judging by the deep pink that I could just see through the trees in the woods ... and when I finally made it out of the woods... there was pretty much no light left.... and no point in even trying to do anything constructive, with pretty much no way to justify how I had spent my day off. But, hey!! I now have a fog machine... and a pint of fake blood! (Yey, me!!) But, wait.... what was the lesson that I learned..... ? I forgot.
I had a rough week at work last week, but that was OK because I had something to look forward to on Saturday morning - meeting Gaylon Keeling [ www.flickr.com/photos/gaylon/ ] for the first time and making my first visit to the Blackwater Conservation Area, a setting I only knew about through some of Gaylon’s excellent nature photography.
I had a great time hiking the trails with Gaylon and learned these lessons from him:
(1) You gotta shoot in RAW. (Your storage limits permitting.) (I’m not shooting in RAW yet. It might be time.)
(2) Spot metering is a great tool.
(3) If someone asks you unexpectedly to shoot a wedding, think long and hard about whether it’s something you want to do.
(4) Whatever you do, have fun doing it!
The Ham took this. If I'd been thinking I'd have just set the camera timer (which I haven't figured out how to set yet) and had all three of us jump.
I told her to sit while taking this (the d50 she can handle, but the d300 is a bit on the heavy side). After this jump she started getting into it and wanted to stand up, i took the camera. She took only one shot and nailed it first try at 2.8 even.
Earlier this year my son had me drive us up into the hills above our town to give me a few pointers about manual settings and such. It was just about sunset when we got there and not too much to snag a shot of, but I like this one. I like the gate, center of the dark saddle, kind of seems like it has a few things to say... even in its silence.
Taken in the hills above Ventura, California where we live.
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