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Managed to capture my 3 fixations, tree, water and sky and process with my new toy Silver Effects Pro
Managed to capture the nightly Marina Bay Sands laser show at exactly the right time from a nearby building.
Managed to catch some early rays in the twilight skies, looking north from Olderdalen towards the Lyngen Alps. Taken with a Samyang 14mm lens, f2.8.
Managed to grab this image of a tawny eagle as the bird was spooked by my auto stopping nearby, and in the process of flying away.
This gem is in my neighbour's little strip of garden along the south facing side of our back acess lane.She manages to have something in bloom all through the year roundeven though it's width is under two feet.
I've managed to finish this mini from the DV starter set. Lots of details, lots of fun, and my first attempt at freehands (shoulder pad). Hope You like it!
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Managed to find a nice copy of the film camera my father used in the early 1960's. Most of the important image records of my family were shot on Kodak 127 "superslides" and Kodacolor negatives in those days. This particular replacement has a cover piece missing, but is in otherwise fine shape. These Sawyer TLRs are hard to find in working condition. Very happy to have found this one.
finally managed to get into south yorkshire transport trust today after several attempts seen here in the entrance is GM buses dodge minibus C807CBU
Managed to catch two RHTT sets first set is 3S71 Coleham LMD to Coleham LMD consisting of 56049 and 56094 at Chester and the second set was 3W91 Tonbridge west yard to Tonbridge west yard consisting of 69002 and 69001 at tonbridge 02/11/2022
Managed to get a shot in on the building site before being disrupted by Mr Security dude. Really, I ought to have just gone down the road to the lake in the park for reflections. But then I'd have been interrupted by ducks :)
I managed to sneak up on this comma back in April. It kept returning to the vertical post to rest, in between patrolling its territory and chasing off other butterflies in that feisty way these little critters have. This shot caught it just before it took off again - it has twisted its head slightly in anticipation of its imminent takeoff!
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Managed a few shots before it started pouring. A typhoon is approaching, hopefully not causing casualties.
"Edinburgh (/ˈɛdɪnbərə/; Scots: Edinburgh; Scottish Gaelic: Dùn Èideann [ˈt̪uːn ˈeːtʲən̪ˠ]) is the capital of Scotland and one of its 32 council areas. Historically part of the county of Midlothian (interchangeably Edinburghshire before 1921), it is located in Lothian on the Firth of Forth's southern shore.
Recognised as the capital of Scotland since at least the 15th century, Edinburgh is the seat of the Scottish Government, the Scottish Parliament and the supreme courts of Scotland. The city's Palace of Holyroodhouse is the official residence of the monarch in Scotland. The city has long been a centre of education, particularly in the fields of medicine, Scots law, literature, philosophy, the sciences and engineering. It is the second largest financial centre in the United Kingdom (after London) and the city's historical and cultural attractions have made it the United Kingdom's second most visited tourist destination attracting 4.9 million visits including 2.4 million from overseas in 2018.
Edinburgh is Scotland's second most populous city and the seventh most populous in the United Kingdom. The official population estimates are 488,050 (2016) for the Locality of Edinburgh (Edinburgh pre 1975 regionalisation plus Currie and Balerno), 518,500 (2018) for the City of Edinburgh, and 1,339,380 (2014) for the city region. Edinburgh lies at the heart of the Edinburgh and South East Scotland city region comprising East Lothian, Edinburgh, Fife, Midlothian, Scottish Borders and West Lothian.
The city is the annual venue of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland. It is home to national institutions such as the National Museum of Scotland, the National Library of Scotland and the Scottish National Gallery. The University of Edinburgh, founded in 1582 and now one of four in the city, is placed 20th in the QS World University Rankings for 2020. The city is also known for the Edinburgh International Festival and the Fringe, the latter being the world's largest annual international arts festival. Historic sites in Edinburgh include Edinburgh Castle, the Palace of Holyroodhouse, the churches of St. Giles, Greyfriars and the Canongate, and the extensive Georgian New Town built in the 18th/19th centuries. Edinburgh's Old Town and New Town together are listed as a UNESCO World Heritage site, which has been managed by Edinburgh World Heritage since 1999." - info from Wikipedia.
Summer 2019 I did a solo cycling tour across Europe through 12 countries over the course of 3 months. I began my adventure in Edinburgh, Scotland and finished in Florence, Italy cycling 8,816 km. During my trip I took 47,000 photos.
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Mischief Managed has been enchanting the grid for over fourteen years, and for the past seven years we have proudly hosted the Wizarding Faire celebration. This year, we continue that tradition by celebrating all things magical in a truly meaningful way.
From August 3rd through 17th, designers from across the grid will gather for two full weeks of magical merchandise, enigmatic elixirs, mythical creatures, and wizarding wares designed to immerse you in our world.
Hosted on the Mischief Managed sim, a beloved Harry Potter roleplay community in Second Life, the Wizarding Faire once again opens its doors for an enchanting escapade filled with spellbinding creations, immersive experiences, and plenty of magic to explore.
New Update: Wizarding Faire will be supporting The Trevor Project once again, but this year with a new twist. Each participating designer is required to provide at least one split-profit item, with a minimum of 50% of proceeds donated. This item may be a new release or an older item recolored exclusive created for the event.
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Managed to catch this doe as she took off ... it may be a butt shot but loved seeing her from any angle :)
Still amazed how quickly the D500 and the Nikon 200 to 500mm lens focus in most situations...
ISO800 F8 1/1000sec 500mm
Managed to skip out of the office for a little bit during lunch which is quite rare for me so I swung by nearest park and walked on the trail a bit to snap a few shots.
Managed to wake up one morning to catch a sunrise in Maui. Totally worth it.
Taken handheld with the 6D
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Managed to capture this little fella testing out his wings and jumping off the ground before he scuttled off after Mum and Dad.... had more shits of the jump but the focus did not keep up despite using 1/1200 on shutter priority.....
Self portrait for coming school project.
The project is on my personal experiences, based on misery, distress, hopelessness and escapism.
The smeared mascara is a little cliche i admit, but im currently looking at concepts and symbolism.
The portraits im working on will become apart of larger, distressed, collagey, painty pieces
(because I don't take photography i can not hand it in like this - yes i would adore to do a photography degree but i have never studied it before and have no portfolio. I tried to get on to a course with my landscape and nature work but it's a fine art degree and my landscapes and nature 'doesn't have any concept or meaning..just asthetically pleasing' - they want conceptual art.)
I didn't want to do any post work to 'beautify' this piece; with other portrait i would be tempted to take out lumps and bump, stray hairs etc, but here i wanted ugly, misery is ugly, misery is never glamourous. the glorification of depression is something awful.
(hand held self portrait, window light, compact camera, michelle blacks BW essence)
thank you for viewing, as im unconfident with portraits i'd really appreciate your feedback xoxo
Managed to get a few more shots of the new North Rider brand today, introduced the previous day by East Yorkshire. All the routes have many picturesque hamlets, villages and vast amounts of countryside just wanting to be photographed! I urge anyone to do it. Big thanks to Scott Poole too for helping with some locations!
I've yet again managed to end up about three weeks behind with uploads, mainly because I take loads more photos when the weather is nice, plus there's been a glut of interesting vehicles around Lincoln lately. These couple of photos have queue-jumped because they show some of the more newsworthy additions to Lincoln's buses.
Following the Saturday B5/55 and the debacle that was the 47s a little while ago, another route to transfer operators has been the 50 from Lincoln to Louth and Mablethorpe; previously Stagecoach but now run by PC Coaches. To allow for such a seamless change of operator, I take it that the route is some sort of Lincolnshire County Council contract thing? What I find strange is that it has all the makings of an InterConnect route, but doesn't seem to have ever been marketed as one.
The 50 could now be called the route of the ex-demos, with branding carried by the Scania Fencer and a new addition to the fleet, YJ68 FXY. It was a surprise to see this electric blue Versa rock up unexpectedly; quite clearly a former Optare demonstrator with the colour and large front logo. As nice as a Versa would look in standard PCC colours, I'm glad they kept the blue colour as it's a lot better than white and looks very striking!
There's no mistaking this is the 50 with how they've branded it, and it'll certainly catch the attention of those who might still be looking for a Stagecoach bus along the route. The way the service is described down the side is a bit odd, starting at Louth even though that's more like a midway point, but it handily advertises the £2 max fare is valid all the way. Also, it says it has USB charging, WiFi and air con, so quite highly specced (not surprising for a demo) with far better amenities compared the typical E400s Stagecoach put on the 50. The roof is more skylights than actual roof, too.
YJ68 FXY waits in Lincoln bus station for the next 50 departure at 17:30, on 7.6.23
Drive by shooting, managed to grab this guy, although I had to use a shutter of 1/1000s to shoot from a moving vehicle (not too fast). I forgot I had the 1.4x on, otherwise I could have shot this at 400mm f/4, and gotten a smoother bokeh.
The Canon 200-400 lens was made for safaris – with its internal zoom and internal focusing, it is dust proof. The 5DSR did a superb job of acquiring autofocus here.
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Link to color versions of this and other photos from my 11-day trip to Kenya.
Managed to get a Hover-Fly (Episyrphus balteatus) in flight, shame the weather was dull had to have the lens wide open, still the tamron is an amazing lens
Managed to get the top and bottom of this one in, not the finest example of the trees that day but I think it works just as well.
I've managed to shed much of my past and I'm not very sentimental and where I am it's more for objects and things and shared days rather than for people directly. But I always draw back a tear on December 4th as that is when my father was born and I'm not too bothered what the others think or would have thought but of all the family he was the one I like to call a true friend. So I do worry at times and fret at what he would have thought of me changing myself into Jojo. I'm sure he would have stood by me as he was a cultured broadminded man who had a lot of gay friends who shared his interest in the arts. He was also a huge fan of sculptor and stone carver Eric Gill whose forward thinking utopian permissive lifestyle has been discredited as not just inappropriate but highly immoral by today's rules. Of course I don't do anything illegal and definately nothing wicked but who knows how I will be judged in fifty-years-time if I'm still around lol. I did speak to a girl called Marcia who used to run the town's bookshop and got to know him well and when I first approached her as Jojo I said I didn't think my father would approve. Without hesitation she took the opposite view and said in her own way that he would be proud as she thought I was delightful. Yes once again it is women who give me the support I need and I do feel they've taken me under their wing so I'm not alone.
Managed to Catch timmy he does not like having his photo taken.
More test shots from the new lens, so happy with it :-)
I managed to get the scale focus on point here at f3.5, wide open, it was a dark corner, of course as soon as I loaded 125 iso film the clouds rolled in with a vengeance. It may have been f5.6 I gave up note taking ages ago, I thought it was overthinking and spoiled spontaneity.
And yes, placing the seed head in the dark patch in the lower centre third was deliberate, sometimes serendipity needs a nudge.
A Mucabal girl without the giant headwear!
Mucubal (also called Mucubai, Mucabale, Mugubale) people are a subgroup of the Herero ethnic group, which means they are bantu speaking, and are supposed to have come from Kenya and to be related with Massais.
They are semi nomadic pastoralists living of cattle raising and agriculture. They live in a large area between the slopes of Chela Mounts in the north, and River Cunene to the south, where they are believed to have stopped during the Herero migration, about 300 years ago.
Mucubal have some very specific customs and traditions. They only are interested in cattle and do not care of the rest of the world outside of the bush. Mucubals are not allowed to mention people’s name in public, except their parent’s one, and children’s name in general. A married couple is not allowed to talk to each other in public, as long as the wife hasn’t had children. They only can speak to each other in private. Girls have their upper teeth sharpened and lower ones removed. In order to convince young girls to have their lower teeth removed, old men make them believe, that their teeth leave their mouth during the night, to go in a hole dug to relieve themselves and return in their mouth covered with excrement. The family structure and organization is also very specific. The father has the authority and is the head of the family, although the matrilineal descent is considered more important, as they inherit throught the mother's family. For example the son of the Soba -chieftain of the village-’s sister is the heir of the Soba. It is possible to be disowned by their father's family but not by their mother's because for them this link is sacred. The maternal uncle has to provide his nephew with an ox, called Remussungo. However a father provides his son with an ox, called Hupa. Mucubal can only get married with an outsider of the clan, although it cannot be with a member of another tribe like a Himba for example. Marriages of convenience are the rule most of the time. The fiancée is presented to her future husband during the Fico ceremony, when she is fourteen or less. This ceremony consists in a party with the two families during which presents are offered. The couple has to wait a few more years before consummating the marriage in the centre of the village. Mucubal men can have several wives and are also allowed to sell their wife, if they don’t get along with her or even if they want to earn money, as a woman can be worth 2 cows, which is about 2000 euros and represents a lot of money. For a first marriage a woman can even be worth 3 or 4 cows.
Their nomadic lifestyle based on cycles, between nomadism and stays in the same places (where they settle their villages), accounts for their religious customs and the funerary rites they follow. Mucubal people believe in a God called Huku, Klaunga, Ndyambi. They also worship their ancestors' spirits called Oyo Handi and Ovi huku, which are considered inferior to their supreme divinity. Divination is very important in their culture. They use talismans and amulets to protect their herds or prevent adultery. Nevertheless Mucubal are not afraid of death. Funerals can last several days or weeks. They decorate their graves with cattle horns. The number of cows sacrificed are in relation with the importance of the deceased. This shows the importance of cattle in their culture. Cattle is only killed on special occasions, as Mucubal usually don’t eat meat but rather corn (when they manage to grow some), eggs, milk and chicken.
They don’t eat any fish because according to the legend, one of their chieftains was brought to the sea by the portuguese and never came back. So they think that fish kills men.
Women use mupeque oil, a yellow dried fruit crushed and boiled from which they just drink juice but do no eat pulp. They also eat small red berries with a pepper taste that they boil. In order to show they are hungry Mucubal mimic the gesture we do when we brush our teeth. Mucubal especially women, are famous for the way they dress. The latter wear an original and unique headdress called the Ompota. It is made of a wicker framework, traditionally filled with a bunch of tied cow tails, decorated with buttons, shells, zippers and beads. But tradition is disappearing as some women use modern stuff to fill their ompota headdress. One was using a Barbie doll box! Women whether they are married or not can wear jewels. Ornaments like iron anklets, called Othivela, and armlets, called Othingo, are worn by girls as well as adult women. Mucubal women are also famous for the string they have around their breast, called oyonduthi, which is used as a bra. Women use to smoke tobacco (that they keep in a snuffbox called boceta) in pipes called opessi. There are several ways of saying hello. "Okamene" means good morning", "Tchou"is what a woman answers to a greeting and "Mba" is the word a man answers back to a woman saying him hello.
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I managed to get Graham to allow me to take a photo of him for his Birthday. Not an easy task, as he hates having his photo taken almost more than I do.
But as I had gone completely blank on what else I could take he eventually said yes. Good thing as even Izzy and Rufus had decided it was a no photo day.
That's fruit juice he's drinking not a glass of rosé and he's got an appointment at the barber's tomorrow for a good hair cut and beard trim!
Happy Birthday Darling, with love from Izzy, Rufus and me. xx
Note: Graham says thank you for all your Birthday wishes.
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Serena rocks her shark costume to the annual Halloween Bash. She dances sugar crazed into the night and enjoy's the fabulous light display and treats!
I manage to get close to the nearest window as sniper round smashes through the glass and collide with the barrel of petrol. In less than a second the barrel explodes and the others follow its lead soon after. The building supports are taken out in the first wave of explosions causing the building to come toppling down towards me. Desperately I pull out my grapple and launch it at the nearest building and I narrowly manage to get the claw to attach. With that I start to swing away from the collapsing structure, but things are never that simple. As I'm midswing I have my back turned to the building and a large piece of debris collide with me causing me to lose my grip. Amatuer you know better than that.
Desperately I try to reach for my backup grapple gun but it's too late. I hit the ground hard. Even with several layers of armour plating I break a few bones from the impact. From what I can tell I've broken my right arm and probably cracked a few ribs, at least my legs are in tact. Before I can lift myself off the ground though a smaller piece of debris hits me and causes me to blackout. I'm not sure how much time passes before I regain consciousness but the fires around me are still burning fiercly and the lack of any emergency services tells me it's not long.
With my torso trapped beneath the debris I can't manually signal the batmobile or batwing or get word out to Alfred as the comm system always needs a quick reboot after being in a black spot for so long. All I can hope is that with the building destroyed that my jammers were destroyed as well so my vitals will be trasmitting to the cave. Alfred knows the protocol. He's not to leave the cave until I report in safely. The appearance of just my vitals but not comms should be enough to alert him.
As I wait for Tim to arrive I manage to wrestle my left arm out from beneath the wreckage that had it trapped and reactivate my comms.
"Alfred....."
"Master Bruce! Are you alright sir? When I saw your vitals but nothing on your comm I feared the worst!"
"I'm fine Alfred, just a few broken bones. I need you to send Robin to my location immediately."
"He's already on his way. Wait, Broken bones? What happened sir?"
"There was an explosion......it took down the whole warehouse."
"Who could ha........do.........is.........mas...........bru....."
"Alfred you're breaking up."
"Master Bruce? Can yo.........ar...........me......."
Alfred's voice is quickly drowned out by the sound of static. That can mean only thing. Comms are being blocked. Guess my gunman is still here, and given my current condition I'm in no position to defend myself trapped beneath this debris let alone with my injuries as well. Desperately I place my left arm beneath the rubble and try to force it off me to no avail. It's too heavy to lift with one arm. The gunman is getting closer to my location as the static on my comms intensifies. With myself unable to move I'm a sitting duck. I've got only one choice and that's my taser gauntlets. These things have helped me a lot in the past, let's hope today will be no exception.
I decativate my comms to remove the static blaring my ears and allow myself to focus. I only get one shot with this so I need to make sure it hits. As I activate the necessary controls for me to my fire the taser in my gauntlet I see the shadow of a figure in the corner of my eye. He's close and he sees me. I let the figure come closer. When he's closer I'll have a better shot and it means that I get to see who the figure is before I tase them. Last thing I want is to tase Tim. Nothing screams thanks for the help than getting shocked by 26 watts of electricity.
The figure takes its time to approach me, no doubt checking for any traps I may have managed to set but after two minutes they come in to view. They're not Tim. I don't know who they are as they're wearing what appears to be an armoured suit with a mask covering their face. In their right hand they're carrying a pistol similar to the one I picked up in the warehouse before it exploded. So he's the one behind this. After further surveillance of the area surrounding me the figure put his pistol away clearly feeling at ease. I notice the handles of two katannas sticking out from behind the figure so I'd imagine he's more than just simply a good shot.
Based off the figures shape I suspect that the one wearing that suit is male and he doesn't walk so much as marches indicating he has some military quality to him. He must be the one behind Mayor March's murder. It all fits the bill. He's demonstrated he's a good shot having maanged to hit the barrel closest to me in the warehouse from a considerable distance, assuming he wasn't on the warehouse I tried to grapple to, matching the skill needed to perfectly kill two trained gunmen with only one shot to the head each. I don't know many other people who are that skilled with a firearm beyond Floyd Lawton but he's currently in Waller's clutches so it can't be him either. Unless of course he's suddenly taken an interest in sword play which I highly doubt. Besides Lawton's too much of an egotist to kill whilst wearing a mask. He'd want me to know it was him that brought me down so it's clearly not him.
Slade Wilson and Elliot Cadwell are both valid candidates for who this masked assailant could be, but after my encounters with both of them they'd want me to know it was them as they deliver the killing shot. Other than that I can't think of anyone else who fits the criteria needed to be this assailant. As my attempts to deduce this figures identity fail he places on of his legs on the debris that has me trapped and presses down on it.
"I'm dissappointed. After how much they spoke about you I would have thought you'd put up more of a fight."
The assailants voice is very clearly that of a male so my assumption was correct, though I've never heard the voice before thus adding to the belief that it's none of my three main candidates.
"Sorry to dissapoint."
I sieze the moment and clench my fist firing my taser at him. I manage to land a direct hit on him and for a few moments he's over come by the shock. It doesn't last long though as he grabs hold of the tasers cables and rips them off his torso before cutting the cables with one of his katannas.
"Not bad. I didn't see that coming. What else you got up your sleeve?"
I have a single batarang hidden up my sleeve that I can use but once I use that I'm defenceless without access to my belt so I'm reluctant to use it.
"Lift this thing off and you'll find out."
Honestly I'm not sure it makes any difference whether this debris is on top of me or not at this moment. My right arm's broken and the cracked ribs I suspect that I have are only going to slow me down if anything.
"It's tempting, but I think I prefer you like this. Under my heel where you belong."
He presses down harder on the rubble and I'm hit a by a jolt of pain. Definitely have some cracked ribs. The pain is intense and I want to let out a cry of pain but I know that's what he wants so I grit my teeth. Even though I'm not saying anything he can see that I'm in great pain.
"Stubborn one aren't you?"
He reaches for his second katanna and places them both in a scissors group with my head in the middle. Come on Tim I need you.
"I would love to just end it here and now."
Would love to implies he's not going to kill me at this moment. Not sure why not he's not going for the kill which has me even more worried than my current situation. What is he planning?
"But in order for me to ascend I must best you in combat."
"Best me in combat?"
"That is the will of the master. For me to ascend you must fall by my blade. A warriors death."
"Ascend to what?"
"To take my rightful place as...."
"Get away from him!"
On cue Tim drops out of the sky and forces his feet into the assailants torso sending him back. Tim quickly takes a defensive stance with his bo staff in hand as the assailant quickly regains his footing and takes an offensive stance with a katanna in each hand.
"A son......"
The tone in the assailants voice seems to have changed slightly. It almost sounds like he's worried by Tim's presence. Maybe he's not as skilled as I thought, why else would he be worried by Tim's presence unless he felt he lacked the skills to best him. No sooner does the thought cross my mind that the assailant reaches for his pistol holster.
"Robin look out!"
But Tim's seen it and places a small charge on the debris above me before jumping behind cover. The assailant opens fire on Tim's location blindly firing desperately trying to hit him. What happened to those firearm skills? I've crossed paths with Slade, Cadwell and Lawton before but they've never acted like this before, nor have they ever had such terrible aim. The assailant's clip quickly empties from all his blind firing and Tim takes the opportunity to strike hitting him with a shuriken. With the assailant briefly distracted Tim races over to me and detonates the charge on the rubble that's keeping me pinned, freeing me. We quickly run to where Tim was taking cover and the assailant begins firing on us again. He's fast at reloading I'll give him that. But unfortunately for him Tim's one step ahead of him.
"Pen-7 now!"
With that the Batwing takes a hovering position in front of the assailant and begins firing on his position. Those had better be the riot supressor rounds Alfred. I want answers from this guy.
"You alright?"
"Nothing that can't be fixed."
"Who is this guy?"
"That's what I want to find out."
We look out from behind the cover as the assailant throws down a smoke pellet and disappears. Alfred has the Batwing search the nearby area for him but I know he's jumped in the water, it's the best way to avoid pursuit by a light aircraft as beneath the waves you're all but invisible to cameras.
"We need to get after him he needs to pay for...ARGH!"
"Batman!"
"I'm fine Robin."
"No you're not. Your right arm is broken."
"It's fine.
"Trust me it's not. I'm taking you back to the cave. You're in no shape to go after him."
"We can't let him get away like this. Not after what he did to Lincoln."
"We won't Bruce. I promise. There'll be another night."
Managed to catch two RHTT sets first set is 3S71 Coleham LMD to Coleham LMD consisting of 56049 and 56094 at Chester and the second set was 3W91 Tonbridge west yard to Tonbridge west yard consisting of 69002 and 69001 at tonbridge 02/11/2022
I managed to get the Wasp to walk onto the end of a wide stick so I could get a better angle and change the background.
As all my macro shots are handheld, if the bug is willing to co-operate, it's not too hard to move it around a bit to get the angle and background the way I want... and that's a big IF :P
Focus stacked using Zerene.