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I've been waiting for a clean night in Birmingham for the last 2-3 weeks. I finaly got one tonight and took this.
I like it.
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After the rain comes the magnificent light.
"Sometimes I do get to places just when God's ready to have somebody click the shutter. " ~Ansel Adams
My first fashion studio portrait done at Singapore Art Museum organised by Clubsnap Singapore, sooc except some slight cropping and watermark/borders :p
I was very impressed by the umberlla, strobist, remote trigger and whatnots stuff that the professionals used, guess I will never be able to afford those in my lifetime :p
Portrait taken using my new baby 50mm f1.4 :D
Hope you had a great weekend my friends, thanks for your visit and comments :p
Snapped on McKenzie Highway from the passenger seat. McKenzie Highway winds through fields of lava rock, recent forest fire aftermath, and eventually lush beautiful moody forests again. It's a very beautiful place.
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Overcast and moody sunrise from Putty Beach Headland in the Bouddi National Park on the Central Coast, NSW, Australia.
A portrait of a friends dog. Somewhat resembling that of a moody teenager. Just a note I have realised, the dog is always looking right at you! Taken with a Canon EOS 400D Digital.
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A jungle story about Miss Gibbon.
We'll get to the story soon enough.
Plus that will give you enough time
to figure out whats not right here ?
First, 5:12AM, I'm winging it down
a side road filled with pot-holes.
Came upon Sukhumvit Rd and
turned left in an easterly direction.
That means left towards Cambodia.
At the desired spot I lean right onto
small narrow jungle roads that takes
me all the way to The Monkey Temple.
Mr Leg Man and his silly crew of three
jumping, leaping, funny dogs are out
sweeping the road as usual. Pulled
up an dismounted my ride while
leaving it running. 2 large bags
of kibble are handed off plus
a bag of frozen left overs
is poured on the ground.
Mr Little Larry, Miss Molly and Blondie
instantly became vacuum-cleaners ;-)
Mounted my ride and took off for
The Dog Palace. Wanted to beat
Mama/Rocky to my parking spot.
Which I did but only by seconds,
6:29AM -
Bingo Room is opened and the
same same routine took place.
Food and medicines are packed
in the old cotton cloth bag that is
always worn bandoleer style across
my chest. Bug repellent is smeared
up and down and all around my legs.
Scrubbed my hands real good, then
readied the Nikon by hanging it on my
right shoulder, locked and loaded, lets go.
With Rocky on point and Mama next to me
we head for the broken concrete walking
bridge. Not many monkeys this morning ?
Targeted destination is the nuns place.
Came around the corner between the
two bungalows and Little Bean Brain
is tied up with his cone going nuts.
And yes it's Monday and this is
my intended target, cone
was cut off and just
like that, poof --
Little Bean Brain Mickey is crashing into
Mama, Rocky, Me, The Nuns, Little Stubby
and then we all took off for The Spirit House.
At The Spirit House there was two strange dogs
across the road on the bridge into the mangroves.
Now Little Mickey is really so full of himself he runs
across the road and challenges the two midsize dogs.
Rocky is on over-watch from the top step where they
always eat. Mama has scooted in close on my right side.
As if on cue, strange dog snarls at Mickey, Mickey returns
his version of a big dog snarl, Rocky is in motion !
Like a blur of fur Rocky crashes into the
offender an knocks him over like
a bowling pin, Other dog
just, vanished ?
The offender had all the wind knocked out of him and is
struggling to gain any purchase with his 4 shaken legs.
And just like his dad, Mr Brown, Rocky just stood over
him with an audible rumble coming from his chest.
In due time Rocky walked away leaving said
offender to slink back into the jungle.
Being aggressive with Mickey is a
way huge big no no x 10 !
There's a rule I like the dogs to follow ...
If you're polite then we are just as polite in return.
If you're aggressive, then that's your last mistake !
About 43 minutes later we're back at the nuns where
lots of attention was handed out to any willing taker.
In reality that means all of them wanted more then
their quota allotment allows, I was there a long time.
So here we go, Mama escorts me down to the border
line where The Hooligans live. She lays and waits 4 me.
Now The Hooligans are another freak side show of
complete loony toonies going absolutely bonkers !
And that's before they really let loose an go nuts !
Fresh medicine was applied to the open sores
on the back of the horse. Starting to look good.
Guppies received their fair ration of fish food.
Next stop, Miss Gibbon ---
I'll take a wild guess here, most of ya figured it out.
Why is Miss Gibbon inside her cage with the blue tube ?
A cage she can come an go from at her own whim.
Well here's how it went down, and it went down fast !
What has become a routine between the two of us
has taught me a quick lesson about wild animals.
One that I should have seen coming but also
one that doesn't surprise me in the least !
She has always been so polite an calm.
But not this time, she was explosive !
As the blue tube was being eased through the cyclone
pointing at a downward angle in order for the puppy
kibble to slide out onto the board , Booooooom !!!
Gibbon crashes into the cyclone and violently
yanks the tube out of my hand while hissing
and showing her old worn jagged fangs !
Stepped back and started shooting.
She took the tube and looked into the open end.
Then as shown here she starts slowly tapping it
on the board making puppy kibble slide out.
And just as slowly she begins to eat a meal.
So,
Next time the tube will have a short leash attached.
Yes I did retrieve the tube when she had finished ;-)
Next Mama and I go back across the broken walking
bridge. Through the east side of The DMZ and into
The Dog Palace to give Molly & Crew more food.
Then like reverse engineering The Bingo Room is
shut down and secured till my next visit, 2 days ?
Scooter is repacked then with Mama in tow we
head back over to the nuns place. K9 maintenance
starts all over again. Brushing, toenail clipping and
general observation for any tics or dings/dents. ;-)~
9:31AM.
Nuns always put out a fresh dog water bucket
for me to wash up in.No big deal this is jungle
life. Sometimes it's slow as molasses in winter.
Other times it's not ! Mounted the scooter and
took off for home. Once home 3 more silly dogs
start in sniffing every part of my body.Once done
I'm allowed to pass but not one second before ;-)~
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got those Sunday night blues ..........
those end of Summer blues ...........
'the sun will come out tomorrow' blues.......
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I started doing this as the sunny day it was when I took the reference photo a few years ago, then I changed it as I felt it needed to be more green and gold, almost earthy, in an undefined mood, as if the weather couldn't decide what it was doing - to stay or leave, similar to what was happening in my life at the time.
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