macro mondays ... negative space ...

hmm !

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texture by Kim Klassen

The first red rose

Cliche Autumn shot!

HCS!

....until the next storm

"Is negative space the space you don't like, or the space that is not there? And if it's not there how can you tell?"

Quote - Emma Bull

Street Art, Ghent, Belgium

Artist mural unknown. Title is mine ;-))

Photo No. 6 of Study No 4 for 2023, Black and White photos. Because of the very strong winds this winter many trees or branches have fallen this season. I lost a cedar in my own backyard. Even sadder than climate change, I feel it's people's refusal to believe it is happening.

Focus, macro and colors

I don't really have any gardens here like I had in Paris ON. I may have to go crawling around in other peoples.

Happy Friday Flower Power

.. for all your flaws, you are still beautiful and dearly loved. (with apologies to Alan Paton.)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=46o1joHp7t0 Green Fields, Brothers Four

... crazy tuesday ... negative space ...

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The gigantic hosta in my yard are blooming and these blossoms are gorgeous! (STILL trying to get out of my backyard... :}}} )

For Macro Mondays: "Negative Space"

A cloudy sky created an all-white backdrop for this hawk as it soared above the treetops at a local nature preserve.

HWW

this weeks MM theme: negative space

several of my recent posts would have worked for this theme

These flowers were in a vase on the sideboard. The light was pouring through the window onto them. I chose a macro focus to show one flower with an especially nice colour glowing in the sunshine.

2023-119

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HSS

I loaned one of my minis to Tracy Metz for her trip to Morocco. Check out one of her images: www.flickr.com/photos/30780348@N06/30979508996/in/contacts/

I think that just because there is a new year attached to the date that things are still going to be very bumpy. I think there will be many more cases of the Virus in a week or two. People just do not get it.

Here is hoping. I am not going to hold my breath though.

Happy Smile on Saturday

There are two shells here, but compositionally I preferred the second one to create a background shape.

HSoS!

What is there to see in that deep space........ or is there nothing.....?

For the Macro Mondays theme "Negative Space"

With such minialistic studies, the date of creation is more interesting than the date of recording. Unfortunately, flicker always assumes that users only publish SOOC. In fact, yesterday I was on the road with my camera exactly where I saw this biker two years ago. Only I didn't catch such a nice motif yesterday that I could have processed in this way.

this week's MM theme: negative space

From the series "Building and places" on SmugMug

erlingraahede-petersen.smugmug.com/Buildings-and-places

Thank you very much for your visits, favs and nice comments. I appreciate them very much. All the best to you 💕

8:18

February

Morning mist

Germany

Cold

People getting home

Still drunk

Noisy

my son's choice for B&W, Eva ( my cat ) did not want to cooperate.

I saw the lone cyclist in front of the whitewashed wall in Legge, in the Italian region of Puglia.

Auch Kakipflaume oder Chinesische Quitte genannt.

Created for TMI February contest:

www.flickr.com/groups/impressionists/discuss/721577075725...

Negative Space

Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️❤️❤️

As seen from my garden & converted to monochrome.

I've never been very much on making plans and setting goals. Oh... sure... I've made them and set them in the past. But I never follow through so... what the heck's the point? Plus, I've found that happenstance is frequently my friend so... I'm pretty much content to just let life happen.

It's funny thinking back on all the many things I thought I wanted, and wanted to be, growing up... all the different jobs and professions I considered... not to mention the days I cursed the simple fact of having choices. In my mother's day, things were simpler, I thought. If you chose to do something other than raise kids and/or look after some man, your choices were relatively limited - the conventional ones being nurse, teacher, nun.

By the time I was on the scene, everything had changed. My parents told me constantly that I could be and do absolutely anything I wanted. Nice. But also... aacck... highly pressurized. Anything? Geez. You mean I have to choose from an infinite number of options? It was pretty overwhelming, especially since the things to which I naturally gravitated all seemed problematic.

I wanted to be a poet. My mom said: impractical.

I wanted to be a philosopher. My parents assured me: not at all viable if you want to eat on a regular basis.

Then I wanted to be a vet. Until I learned about medical school and the long taxing hours that would have to be got through.

At one point, I honestly thought I'd want to do AI - artificial insemination. It seemed rather "vet lite"... and the AI guys who came to our farm to inseminate our cows seemed to have a pretty spiffy life... driving around the countryside with a trunk full of frozen semen, putting on the long glove and reaching way inside a beast... bringing together the first two key ingredients in a brand new life... and then driving on to do the same thing somewhere else.

Then I got older and lazier. I started assessing career options based on the length and complexity of the required preparation. Interior designer, I thought at one point. I figured I could be done with the training and working and supporting myself well before my 20th birthday. Then I took a related course in high school. Ha-a-a-ted it. And decided to just chuck the whole career idea entirely.

Most of what's happened since has been accidental. Or coincidental. Or whatever you want to call it.

It may be sad from a certain perspective, but many of the major changes in my life were precipitated, over the years, by partnerships with men.

I took my first radio job - not because I loved the work, but because it would bring me closer to my then-boyfriend.

Years later, I moved to The Big City and took a job there to be with another boyfriend.

Ultimately, I left radio entirely and moved here, to the Island, to be with Husband Mike. And I'm certainly not complaining; it's all worked out.

So I wasn't at all surprised when I saw this pic. It was completely unintentional... but I love what resulted. This was from Friday, when I was gearing up for the knife shot. My dear little fuzzy friend was nearby, as always. I'd already triggered the shutter... on a timer... when she walked into the shot and sat there looking at me... all ears and quizzical eyes. I started laughing... and she turned to face the camera just as it clicked.

Anyway... like I said... I'm a fan of happenstance. So this is my little tribute to it.

And really... what's better than going through life knowing that you never know - and can't know - what great thing will happen next?? Bring it on.

Bridge over the Seine. Shot with the Olympus E-M1, Mark II in Paris.