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A7 III + FE 100-400 GM OSS, trépied AF-C.
Le 100-400 GM n'a pas la limitation de plage AF identique au 200-600 G, j'ai donc fait un essai en ajoutant une bague allonge Kenko pour limiter la profondeur de champ et éviter que l'AF n'accroche l'arrière-plan situé à une centaine de mètres.
La playa de la Concha (San Sebastián/Donosti) en un dÃa soleado de primavera.
Los paseantes tienen muy claro los lÃmites...Solo hasta los tobillos...
A baix a la vall de el Segre la boira tancada no dóna treva,, m'escapo cap al nord buscant el lÃmit,, aquà a estones surt el sol,, dóna gust notar-ho encara que sigui tÃmidament,,, salutacions i grà cies
Abajo en el valle del Segre la niebla cerrada no da tregua,,me escapo hacia el norte buscando el limite,,aqui a ratos asoma el sol,,que gozada,,,saludos y gracias
Down in the Segre valley, the closed fog does not let up, I escape to the north looking for the limit, here at times the sun rises, it is nice to notice it even shyly, greetings and thanks
"Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do." - Steve Jobs
Censura y libertad de prensa andarán siempre en pugna una con la otra. Exige y practica la censura el poderoso; reclama el inferior la libertad de prensa. No quiere el primero ver limitados sus planes ni su actividad por ninguna entidad arrogante que lo contradiga, sino que aspira a ser obedecido; el otro, en cambio, quiere exponer sus razones para legitimar la desobediencia. Y esto es válido en todas partes.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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LÃmites
Serie - Foto
Buen otoño nos espera...
Serie - Photo
Good autumn waits for us.
CAT
Una cançó i només una cançó
com si aquesta música
ens hagués fet tornar a aquests prats.
Fa temps que els coneixem
però és com si no els haguéssim vist mai.
No hi ha lÃmits per a la llum
i aquests prats i aquests boscos
ara canten sota els nostres peus,
la mateixa, sempre la mateixa, cançó.
I oblidarem que hem estat aquÃ
fins que una cançó ens faci memòria
d'aquests horitzons sense lÃmits.
OC
Una cançon e sonque una cançon
coma s'aquela musica
nos auriá tornat menar dins aqueles prats.
Los coneissèm dempuèi longtemps.
mas es coma se los aviam pas jamai vists abans.
I a pas de limits a la lutz.
e aquests prats e aquests boscs .
ara cantan jos nòstres pès,
la meteissa, totjorn la meteissa, cançon.
E oblidarem qu'èrem aquÃ
fins qu'una cançon nos rapèla
d'aqueles orizons sens limits.
"the scape_lands is a readymade-fotowork series developed 2011 in BerlinThe theme is the hermetical law of correspondence : we exist in all planes, astral as well as physical .
The scape_lands were discovered in the urban environments , the streets of Berlin."
This handsome guy was warming up on an abundant nest. clearly, nesting birds must limit the odors or this fella will find and consume them!
Pose : Of Breed: BTHood Pose Set v.2
OF Breed Shop : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ocean%20Tides/52/56/3575
Sin apenas darnos cuenta, la vida, que es sabia, va dibujando en nuestro cuerpo un sinfÃn de huellas y cicatrices que nos recuerda que debemos seguir luchando hasta el lÃmite de nuestras propias fuerzas. Pequeñas muertes y pequeñas resurrecciones se van alternando a lo largo de nuestra existencia, hasta que al final el cansancio borra de un plumazo, para siempre, todas nuestras huellas y todas nuestras cicatrices para viajar ligeros de equipaje y conocer otros universos inimaginables, llenos de paz y concordia.
At Catcott lows. I've been seeing one off and on for a few days now, moving about in clumps of grass and sedges, but always a long way back. Indeed, this is right on the limit of doable and it's a massive crop.
Petit-duc maculé | Eastern Screech Owl | Megascops asio
Le retour de Fernando
Voici Fernando que j'ai observé à cette cavité à la limite de son territoire habituel à la mi-mars. Je ne l'avais pas croisé de l'hiver. Ma dernière rencontre remontait à l'automne dernier. Le secteur où je le retrouvais de temps à autre a subi d'importantes coupes des arbres attaqués par les larves de l'Agrile du frêne ou encore jugés dangereux. Depuis ces travaux je ne l'avais pas revu. C'est donc avec grande joie que je l'ai retrouvé à cette jolie cavité. J'avais entendu dire qu'un Petit-duc chantait allégrement en fin de journée dans ce secteur depuis quelque temps. Je me suis donc davantage attardé à scruter ce secteur. Cette cavité, que je connais bien, n'avait pas été, à ma connaissance, visitée par un de nos petits hiboux depuis le printemps 2020 où Alice — une femelle découverte quelques semaines auparavant — avait tenté sans succès à deux reprises d'y nicher. Captée ici après le coucher du soleil, la lumière commençait à se faire rare. Une belle rencontre que celle-là !
Æ’/9.0 | 0.6 sec. | ISO 1250 | - 2/3 EV
The LVM-Building "Kristall" in Münster/Germany is 63 m high and was designed by Duk-Kyu Ryang from Korea. This one was taken with the old 50mm AiS Lens :)
In my search to discover more useless and orphan film formats, I've found a Kodak Premo No 00, a box camera which takes unperforated 35mm on a paper backing. The image size is about 32 x 44mm. I'm trying it with the lens each way, because why not?
A swamp near the Lexington city limits.
Mendenhall Battery along the Marin Headlands north of San Francisco. Originally posted as a black and white, re-cropped and posted in color, increasing clarity and adding more dynamic range in post processing so the text is a bit clearer. For a door assignment at local photo group.
Q: Is there a limit to the number of Cardinal in the snow shots that can be posted?
A: I don't think so.
Bigsweir Bridge is a bridge on the A466 crossing the River Wye and the England/Wales border. The bridge was constructed in 1827 and marks the tidal limit of the Wye. The bridge was cast in Merthyr Tydfil and opened as a toll bridge6d for a horse drawn carriage. The bridge is S1 and is under signal control.
Non c'è nulla di così alto cui la persona forte non possa poggiare la propria scala....... (Shiller)
NO PHOTOSHOP ....NO FOTOMONTAGGIO....SOLO CROP.....FILE APERTO IN CAMERA RAW
A view from the end of Ferry Road at Teddington Lock, looking towards the suspension footbridge which opened in 1889.
The nearby weir marks the river's usual tidal limit and is the lowest on the Thames.
Late autumn heading into early winter here in the northern hemisphere. There's a grittiness to the landscape now, accentuated by bare tree limbs and overall lack of foliage. The killing frost took care of that. The bareness of the earth brings with it a depletion of color that only adds to the feeling of inhospitality. There's a feeling that there's nowhere now to hide from the often wintry blasts that howl across open farmland. Yet somehow this is all very fitting. As much as I dislike winter I find this atmosphere strangely comforting. Every dreary cemetery scene my mind can conjure seems to now appear before me as a reality. The cold and darkness take a back seat to the excitement this causes me. A very strange duality of thought. Nothing about visiting cemeteries seems strange about. Any last vestige of that sort of thinking left me while still a teenager, if it even existed then. If there is any oddness with this behavior it's my fixation with standing on the boundary of the cemetery property gazing back at the outside world. It's not the same doing this from within the cemetery. For me it's all about getting right up to the edge, near the graves that form the boundary between the dead and the living. It's like standing over an unsee energy field. Like an invisible fence for dogs. Dunno. But standing here on this grim November day the energy field was wide open. I looked past the graves of people that died over a century ago. In the distance the remains of a cornfield that was harvested just a few days ago. The cycle of life and death so wonderfully manifested and in the shadow of that gnarly old tree. Late autumn heading into early winter and I'm right where I belong.