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Pintando la "Sierra Gorda de Querétaro".
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"Thank you all my kind Flickrs Friends. Your comments and invitations are much motivating and appreciated".
Querétaro - México.
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Brand "Suppenkasper" ("Soup clown"), a soup made of chicken/tuna with fine pieces of meat. Timmy does not like the meat pieces, so I have to pour the soup through a sieve :-)))
I like the brand "Suppenkasper", it really is a genius name !
Happy Caturday 10.6.2023 "Brands"
"ÁRBOL CON NUBES DE OTOÑO"
Entered in October TMI Contest: "Clouds, the design of the sky"
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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There is something about the endless circulatory forces of the tides which I find fascinating. I recall as a kid spending lots of time learning about tides and the coriolis force and how they have effect on the ocean currents and our climate. It has just fascinated me and the perpetual energy of the coast really motivates me.
I would prob say seascape photography is my favourite of the landscape genres... one because of the energy I feel being by the sea but also because of the complexity... its not just about the best light, its the sea state, the tide hight. Tide always has it for me... most places I find suit high tide best and thats where the most energy is! Add in a good sea state and it just makes me feel alive and exposed! You must take care though... safety first!
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THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS,
YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE
VERY APPRECIATED AND MOTIVATING.
Querétaro - México.
Image and Textures of my own.
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Entered in New! Challenge 242.0 ~ Seasonal Holiday Cards .60. ~ The Award Tree ~
THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS,
YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE
VERY APPRECIATED AND MOTIVATING.
Querétaro - México.
Images and Textures of my own.
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THANK YOU ALL MY KIND FLICKR FRIENDS,
YOUR COMMENTS AND INVITATIONS ARE
VERY APPRECIATED AND MOTIVATING.
Querétaro - México.
Image of my Son Luis and Textures of my own.
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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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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!
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Germany, Klettgau, a horse power trio in the Klettgau vinyards, covering an area from Baden-Württemberg to the Cantons of Schaffhausen, Argau & Zurich.
The wine-growing region, granaries & one of the few landscapes in Central Europe, where significant foresterie of downy oaks lend the landscape its character.
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After the golden circle, we of course had to visit the famous Seljalandsfoss. We were really excited to walk behind this veil of water and as expected, we were by far not the only ones. Nevertheless, we were motivated, put on our rain pants and approached the waterfall, but then stopped before the actual path to take a few pictures. We would have liked to be there earlier, but didn’t get up and so the sun was already higher up in the sky and just peeking over the edge of Seljalandsfoss. Therefore, I put on my wide-angle lens that I love for the huge sunstars it can produce when closing the aperture. I took quite a few pictures, but wasn’t really satisfied with the results as it was just impossible to get a shot without people.
While we were standing there taking pictures, we saw a couple of people returning from the trail behind the waterfall and they were completely soaked. This made us think and doubt if it was a good decision to bring our cameras, especially since I had just bought my Sony A7IV a few weeks before. I really wanted to get some of these classic shots, but we then decided to leave our cameras in the camper van and if it turned out that the spray wasn’t that strong, we would just get our cameras and go for a second round. So off we went, snapping lots of pictures with our smartphones and getting mostly wet as a line of people formed in front of us, struggling to get up the slippery rocks in the heavy spray of the waterfall due to inappropriate clothes such as sneakers or even ankle boots. Anyhow, we finished the round trip and and were glad that we had put on our rain pants, but it would have been safe to take our cameras with us as the spray is only strong on the sides of the waterfall and is not really an issue behind it.
Instead of going for a second round trip, we then decided to also visit Gljúfrabúi which is right next to Seljalandsfoss. What makes this waterfall special is that it is located in a narrow gorge and you can only reach it through the creek by either hopping from one rock to another or by walking through the water. When we arrived, there was a super-long queue of people who didn’t want to get wet feet and tried to walk across the rocks on the very right side of the creek. In fact, so many people went into the gorge that it was almost impossible for the people in the gorge to get back out without getting their feet wet. I actually had wellies with me, but had forgotten them in the camper van, and since we had a pretty tight schedule ahead of us, we decided to skip it.
So we walked back to Seljalandsfoss and noticed the advanced time, which is why we also didn’t go behind the waterfall a second time. I then took a few last pictures in front of it, but wasn’t happy with them either as the sun was already too high in the sky. I also zoomed in a bit to isolate the falling water, which looks pretty good, but back at the computer I really prefer the sunstar images I took right after our arrival with this one being my favorite. Even though I was quite disappointed that I couldn’t get the classic shot, the crowds of people forced me to look for other compositions and thus create something I haven’t seen on social media before. Therefore, I’m really pleased with the outcome and I hope you like it too! :)
Of course she was motivating me to stay home and give her cheese instead of going for a bike ride… but still motivating me.
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.
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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