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Created for Photographers And Cameras BW Challenge - September 2018.
Images and Textures of my own.
"Thank you all my kind Flickrs Friends. Your comments and invitations are much motivating and appreciated".
Querétaro - México.
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"MIRAME !!! "
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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"JUGANDO CON SU SOMBRA"
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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A red hot poker to get us up and moving on this fine Sunday morning. Taken at the Adelaide Botanic Garden, South Australia
"GARZAS AZULES DE OTOÑO"
Entered in November TMI Contest: "Aquatic Birds"
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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"CUANDO YO CREZCA, QUIERO SER COMO TÚ".
Entered in
New! Challenge 234.0 ~ "VIVID CATS" ~
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and Textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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"RECOGIENDO LA BASURA".
Entered in "ART FROM TRASH" Challenge ~ SOTN February Challenge ~
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS
Images and textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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"Te Extraño Primavera"
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and Textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
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I'm a little late this year to start my traditional "A year in review"
But... Here we go! :-D
2023 was indeed a different kind of year for me. My health has been giving me alot of attitude this year. Which affected the amount of outtings a could do.
That on top of finding myself in a long battle with a my photography slump! I just couldn't get motivated or even find the right things to capture anymore. I wonder... Have any of you gone through this as well?
That being said... My journey through my slump has lead me to a wonderful new adventure called "Portrait" and "smokebomb" photography.
And thanks to this journey. I've now found my way back and am enjoying the trips I take for picture taking. I have alot of idees for this year and can't wait to start and be on my way.
So without further ado... Welcome to another segment of "A year in review" :-D
Arkon is very smart and very food motivated! But he is very sleepy today - probably a combination of the steroids and the vaccines he got at the vet yesterday. A happy, les itchy sleepy boy!
Hannah Lee Bratz, une ancienne agente pénitentiaire, a trouvé un but derrière l'objectif de son appareil photo, en découvrant que des animaux sauvés ont trouvé leur maison !
Passant de l'application de la loi au monde compatissant du bien-être animal, le parcours de Bratz illustre le pouvoir de suivre ses passions …
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This is a very large image and must be viewed zoomed in to appreciate the true canvas detail.
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS.
YOUR FAVS, COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
July 04, 2016
Perky:
[pur-kee]
adjective
1. jaunty; cheerful; brisk; pert.
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Today was one of those lazy days when it comes to photography, I kept putting off picking up the camera and finally as the light was starting to sink I figured I'd better get moving.
What better for a day of procrastinating than a photo of a motivator... that and I was a little stumped on inspiration and coffee is always a good model!
Anyway hope everyone has had a good day, and a Happy Independence Day to all my American friends!
Click "L" for a larger view.
I finally found this little beauty, luckily the weather was unseasonably warm on this day. It is now freezing cold... Hard to stay motivated through this cold snap.
Also check out my stuff @fistfulofpowder (instagram)
Shhhhhhhhhhhh . . .
Listen.
Listen . . .
Who is listening?
JudeSDrumZ
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS.
YOUR FAVS, COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
"PUERTA A UN MUNDO NUEVO DE FLORES".
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS. YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE VERY MOTIVATING AND APPRECIATED.
GRACIAS A TODOS MIS AMABLES AMIGOS DE FLICKR. SUS COMENTARIOS, INVITACIONES Y FAVORITOS, SON MUY MOTIVANTES Y APRECIADOS.
Images and Textures of my own.
Querétaro - México.
© All rights reserved
I spent some time this past summer trying to learn how better to secure images of pollinators of all kinds. That project was motivated by my sunrise walks down an abandoned road southeast of Ottawa, where overgrown wildflowers grew in thick and deep bunches on the sides of the road, and where butterflies and moths and bees and wasps spent the first light re-energizing for the new day.
The subjects of the photographs had a lot more freedom to drift away from the road to the wild meadows than I had - old fences and thick vegetation kept me pretty hemmed in. That meant having to get creative in most cases, which was part of learning how to manage the situation. I really liked this image, shot through a wall of vegetation to find the Skipper - not an especially exotic one for people who know these creatures - who was drinking from the wildflower.
This activity and the many early mornings it entailed was a response to the impact of the pandemic on birding and bird photography. Most of my usual places had not adjusted particularly well to the changed circumstances, and so the solitary mornings were just what the public health officials ordered.
I really hope everyone is safe and has a great holiday break. I now know people (healthcare workers) who are scheduled to be vaccinated shortly in Ottawa so things are slowly moving forward - please take care.
And many sincere thanks to the people who look at, like and/or comment on my images. I really appreciate the connection. I spend a lot of my free time looking at and learning from others, but this is an amazing community, and it offers a lot to me in different ways - especially with the superb images people are posting. So: many thanks, and stay safe.
To reach this place you have to climb bare foot 700 steps. This old lady was not able to stand straight but she climbed these many cumbersome steps so that she can pray in this famous Jain holy place.
FRIENDSHIP:
World can be cold and hostil. But we can always find someone to share it!
Foto original/My original photo:
Motivate. Your self.
*Deliberate oversaturation. I am so inclined with composition that I forgot to tune my coloration. Oh well. Heckation!!!
A swimmer getting in their morning workout in the San Diego Bay.
I was at Coronado to shoot the sunrise with the Coronado Bridge but couldn't help but grab some pictures of this brave soul as they swam by before the break of day.
Incredible Russian model Sitorabanu in the Bugatti Veyron overlooking the nighttime Dubai Marina skyline.
I think of this beautiful scenery of the distant mesas I will see from the walking path on Scenic to motivate me to walk daily. Best viewed large (not really best viewed in person!)
Photos of a trip that I took in Feb 1992 to visit the house where I lived for a year in Riverside, during the 1953-54 time period. We were located near the foothills of the San Bernardino mountains, and I often hiked up to the top of the hills -- hence the photos from that perspective. All of this was motivated by the desire to do some research for the novel I was writing at the time, "Do-Overs".
This is one of several photos that I took in the foothills where I played -- mostly alone -- during the year that we lived here in the mid-1950s. One of the most depressing discoveries on my return trip in 1992 was the presence of the smog from Los Angeles, some 50 miles to the west ...
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Most of the photos in this album were taken nearly 40 years after we first moved to Riverside, CA, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Riverside) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch8.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
So, what do I remember about the year that I spent in Riverside? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now (including some of the drive from Riverside to Omaha, where our family moved next), as well as some “real” contemporaneous photos I’ve found in family scrapbooks.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. I attended one school, somewhere in downtown Riverside, when my parents were looking for a house; and when they finally found a house out at the edge of town (at the base of the San Bernardino foothills), I was switched to a different school. This was typical; I usually attended two different schools in every city we lived in, and I attended a total of 17 schools before heading off to college.
2. While I eventually rode my bike to and from the second house to my school, I started off riding a school bus. A bunch of us kids would wait on a corner for the bus to arrive; and it was at the edge of a huge orange grove that seemed to stretch on forever. There were always a few rotten oranges lying on the ground, thoroughly rotten, and these substituted nicely for snowballs. There is nothing like the experience of being smacked in the stomach, of your fresh clean shirt, with a rotten orange.
3. Like most other suburban kids in the 1950s, I was allowed to do all sorts of things alone — as long as I returned home by dinner time. I could ride my bike anywhere I wanted, alone; I could hike way up into the hills alone (as long as I had a pocket-knife, which my father insisted I carry in case I was bitten by a rattlesnake). And I was allowed to sleep outside in the back yard, in a sleeping bag, virtually whenever I wanted to. The weather was always quite mild, the skies were clear (Los Angeles smog had not reached us in those days), and the stars were utterly amazing. There were shooting stars to watch, an experience I have never forgotten.
4. I discovered that marbles were excellent projectiles to shoot with one’s slingshot, and that they would actually travel in a more-or-less straight line. I became pretty good at shooting lizards with my slingshot; all I needed was an endless supply of marbles (because you could only shoot them once, at which point they would generally disappear somewhere). So I began practicing quite hard, played competitive games of marbles every day at school, and eventually amassed great quantities of the little round things.
5. Even better than lizards were spiders; they were everywhere, and they were relatively easy to catch. I don’t think any of them were dangerous, and in any case, none of them bit me. I sometimes put them in my pants pocket for the day, and I often brought them home. And I would put them in the dresser drawer with my socks and underwear; it seemed like a good place for them to relax. My mother discovered a couple of them one day, and was not impressed.
6. We had relatives in the city of Los Angeles, and made the 50-mile drive to visit them once or twice a year. We also made a 50-mile drive once or twice to visit San Juan Capistrano, which my parents thought was the most wonderful place in the world — mostly, they told me, because of the famous swallows that migrate each year from someplace in Argentina. In fact, I think they were impressed because they were old enough to like a 1940 hit song, “When the Swallows Come Back to Capistrano,” which I couldn’t stand. If they had told me the place was the locale of the first Zorro novella (“The Curse of Capistrano,” published in 1919), I would have been much more impressed.
7. Riverside is where I got my first dog—a mutt named Blackie, that was part of a litter produced by the next-door neighbor’s dog. It provided an open invitation for me to visit the next-door neighbors whenever I wanted, and swim in their pool (a rarity in those days). At the end of our year in Riverside, Blackie moved with us to our next location — traveling all the way in a little house/bed that had been made for him in the World War II Jeep that Dad hitched to his Chevrolet.
8. Riverside is also where I had my first exposure, at school, to kids of other ethnic backgrounds. There were Asian kids, and black kids, and Latino kids (whom, sadly, my father referred to generically as “Mexicans,” but whom he also held in high respect because he remembered watching their comrades working harder and longer than any of the “white boys” in the rough mining and ranching camps on the Utah/Colorado border, where he had grown up). All of us were thrown together in the same classroom, all of us traveled to each other’s houses and neighborhoods after school, and nobody seemed to think it was unusual in any way.
9. I learned, to my enormous delight, that I *was* different in one special way: I was left-handed. During the pickup baseball games that we played constantly during recess, lunch, and after school, there were never enough baseball gloves for everyone, so everyone simply shared with everyone else (after all, if your team is at bat, you don’t need your baseball glove). But I was the only left-handed kid around, apparently the only one in the whole school; so nobody ever wanted to share my glove.
MOTIVATION
To succeed in the workplace, you need to be at your best, and you
can only truly be at your best when you are motivated to work.
With the proper inner drive, everything can seamlessly fall into
place. So how can you motiv... more
Aberdeen, Carolina and western MP15ac #1451 is motivated, it is a self starter. Yep self starter...I had no idea, standing on the road next to a quiet yard, this locomotive just started. I had no idea that a locomotive could be set up to self start. Most unnerving if you don't know and aren't expecting as there were no rail people around. The tag on the lower cab front has the decal in the next pic...I just hadn't seen it before it started. Guess the cab will be warm and the windows defrosted, lmao! Pic of the self start decal in link.