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Première baignade de la saison, l'eau est froide, le bâton trop loin !
(First swim of the season, the water is cold, the stick too far !)
Mieux en grand, better in large, click L
After my earlier soaking I had a nice lunch and coffee at Costa Coffee then when I was making my way home along the beach at Troon the clouds started to darken and yes I had another "Threshold Moment" when the rain eventually began and I got a good soaking again!!
Our Daily Challenge ~ Threshold Moment ...
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Upon arrival at the arboretum earlier this month, we found our "entrance" blocked. The footbridge we normally use to get to their shaded sitting area, and trails, was out of commission. There was a tree blocking this side and a safety cone at the other end.
All those planks of wood laying in the grass are/were the railings. Several years ago, a similar 'detour' occurred, and like then, we just headed back to the car and drove to the back entrance, wondering what else we'd encounter next?
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My head on a Pez dispenser on an A6 2022 week to view diary.
We're Here & well on top of things.
Hand-held macro & tripod-mounted remote triggered composite. Naturally! ;-)
I didn't turn this one upside down... it's just as I saw it. :-) And it's a window, again...
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Havia
uma palavra
no escuro.
Minúscula. Ignorada.
Martelava no escuro.
Martelava
no chão da água.
Do fundo do tempo,
martelava.
Contra o muro.
Uma palavra.
No escuro.
Que me chamava.
(Eugénio de Andrade,"Matéria Solar: 3", in Poesia e Prosa, 4ª edição, vol. I, Edições O Jornal, 1990)
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(rough translation)
There was
a word
in the dark.
Tiny. Ignored.
It hammered in the dark.
It hammered
on the water soil.
From the depth of time,
it hammered.
Against the wall.
A word.
In the dark.
That called me.
(Eugénio de Andrade)
Another weekend is gone by ... and Monday comes back again ... The new bud is saying who put water on me to wake me up :D ... and the full bloomed flower is like its mom shaking it to wake up
Have a happy week ahead
This was taken at Seoul Grand Park, South Korea on a rainy day.
On Explore Dec 2 #144
Inside I expect is a mess and not likely to re-open soon, it was flooded three times last week and again recently, as well as the last two times there was bad weather. This is where we occasionally go to eat out, the car park is now a lake. The pub sits alongside the River Itchen. Yes, there has been extraordinary amounts of rain in recent weeks but as we saw from my walk along the Itchen Way, the Itchen Navigation hasn't been sorted out for years, silted up more when they built the M27 and just left as little more than a ditch, now filled with weeds and rubbish, unable to take much water flow from the river. It's very convenient to blame the weather.
[searching] . . End of day natural light, drizzle in the background
The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
By Galway Kinnell (thanks, emtpyness0! )
I had three wisdom teeth removed this morning, and I have found that taking macro photos such as this out of my piddly Canon Powershot (with some help) has gone far to alleviate the annoyance of more holes in my head.
Added to Cream of the Crop as my Most Interesting photo.
Taken while my boy was sleeping in the car and processed while I was having drinks with friends. What a life! Tec: iPhone 4, processed with Photoforge
I havent been anywhere in the last couple of days as my daughter has been sick. Imagine my suprise when we went for a walk this evening and discovered that one of the cranes that was lifting the derailed train had toppled over. (see previous photos) I took my photos on Saturday afternoon of the train hanging in mid air, as it was so hot to hang around I went home. Not long after I left the big crane shifted and the little crane toppled over with all the weight. Not one was injured which was amazing as the cabin was totally crushed. Apparently they will not be coming back until Sunday to lift this crane off the tracks. Stay tuned
Highway signs stay hidden from view of flowing traffic and point in apposing directions. Miami, Fl, USA
Sometime within the last hour the entire Flickr layout changed.
And not for the better.
Rather than panic, I guess I'll try to ride it out, and hope they change it back.
For the One That Got Away group One of the disadvantages of a big zoom is the tendency to overdo it. Over and over. Actually, I'm building a whole seagull from a kit. One thing I do love about seagulls though, is that they're the only creature I've come across with uglier knees than I have.
Several days ago my grandfather had me come over to his place so we could go gun shopping and buy this Beretta he wanted. He surprised me when I arrived by saying "Let's go to the camera store and get you that camera you want!" I had just been and they had sold out of the kit, only had 1 body in stock, and my pick of lenses weren't in either and with the tsunami nobody had a date as to when they'd arrive. We were deeply saddened when we called and not a single store within 50 miles carried Canon or had what I wanted. I urged him to go to the gun store despite him being sullen and he bought a Glock9 for himself and bought me a different kind of shooter--a Smith & Wesson M&P9. It might not be a camera but it's my first handgun since I sold my Taurus .38SP!
Today he told me he gave his Glock to my uncle because he just didn't like it and still wanted a Beretta. We went and bought his gun and I suggested we try to local camera place anyway.
Came home with the following:
Canon 5D Mark II
16-35 f/2.8L (the only 2 Canon lenses he HAD in store, actually--we're waiting for 24-70L & 70-200L)
50 f/1.8 II
8GB Lexar Pro CF
ThinkTANK Urban Disguise50
SunSniper safety/anti-theft strap
And a complementary screen cleaner, hah.
I love my grandpa so much, I was shocked. :O And so happy I can start shooting again!
Diaz; however, is not happy about this and gave me her best "I'm dying inside" look when I approached. After 6 years of it you'd think she would be used to this by now!
edit: I am so excited to get back into my 52 weeks, god. :/ I feel so bad!
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Happy happy joy joy and other such fun.
Yep, it happened again.
Notes on the filled in bit:
- The policeman wrote "Private Mews of" paused, then added "f Old Park Lane". It was in the double-yellow lined Down Street Mews, under the arch of Down Street Station (as was), so off Down Street and round the back of Piccadilly. Every map I've checked puts Old Park Lane some way west of where it was physically possible to get to.
- I'll skip the bit where I tried to explain about Flickr and Guess Where London, or the concept of walking down a lane to find out what's down it; I don't think the policemen quite got it.
- F600? This is how they write 6 foot? And am I only six foot? I don't actually know.
- IC 1 - Can't really argue with it, though others seem to have difficulty with the concept ("but you can't be English; you haven't got blue eyes and you've got dark hair").
- SDE - Surely the point of Self Defined Ethnicity is that is it self defined? I wasn't asked (thus could not plead N4). Maybe the policeman thought 'self' meant him.
- W1 - Sounds more like the postcode I was stopped in, and it's fairly accurate but there are vestiges of W2 and W9.
- Footwear: Brown footwear. It already says footwear in the category. Were I wearing brown gloves on my feet I'd understand specifying the what as well as the type, but as it is that word adds nothing. It also suggests policemen aren't au fait with shoes versus boots or even the complexity of sandals.
- My crime? Seen taking photographs of buildings... which I then compounded by doing so in a small secluded mews. Apparently if I'd been taking pictures of Big Ben they wouldn't have stopped me. Quite how one is supposed to see the bell inside St Stephen's Tower while in some obscure part of Mayfair, I'm not sure, but I wasn't in the mood to argue it.
- Anyone know what PLKL means?
- And does anyone know what I was supposedly advised? I think I was "you'll get stopped if you do things that make the police consider stopping you". It wasn't cease and desist, it wasn't bugger off, it was more "we're just doing our job".
So apparently one shouldn't take pictures of the shadows on fire escapes because... that's letting the terrorists win (or is that not doing that?). Look, they said early on nothing was going to happen (I suspect he said it because he claimed I was shaking, although I had yet to notice) so I wasn't paying all that much attention. I spent most of the time alternating between trying not correct grammar, telling them how to get various pockets of my bag open, explaining the geography of England, and helping the sidekick operate the camera (for goodness' sake zoom out so you're not just plodding through them individually otherwise you'll be there all day - yes I have some odd things on there [according to he who thinks I should be doing just the tourist sites], but you glazed over when I tried to explain deliberate obscurity, so I'll let you stew in shots of brickwork and thus only cover about an eighth of the card).
The best of course came when my mother rang as PC Tall was filling in paperwork and PC Squat was giving up on trying to understand me, my camera or its contents. An automatic "will you excuse me?" later and I'm mouthing "thanks" to the departing policemen as they had over the form and my driving licence, while I attempt to get through to my mother that Tate Modern is open late on a Saturday and this being a Saturday will thus be open late. I also see the look of puzzlement pass over the policemen as I mention the former Down Street Station. I hope they went home and Googled.
And suddenly that's it and I'm left reeling as I try to work out how I can possibly be related to her let alone once physically attached and oh, what's this souvenir I have before me? I suppose I ought be agitated, but my mind's already on the nightmare of trying to meet people somewhere in the crowds around the Tour de France course, the avoidance of which was originally my reason for wandering unknown bits of Mayfair.
One lives and er, that's it. I'm not sure what there was to be learnt. As for terrorism and anti-terrorism, I think I react to both in the same way: carry on regardless.
Another for the One That Got Away group, which is here Don't know why we needed a group, I could keep it going singlehandedly. This is a Chickadee, just as I'm ready to shoot. After eating five times its body weight in seed a month, you'd think the little ingrate would at least pose for me. That looks suspiciously like an avian moon.
Not the picture, me! Why you ask, well the question to me is what is my identity as a faux artist on flickr. So what to do I ask myself. Self I say, put it out to your contacts.
What do you consider your style? Do you feel you have established an identity and is that important to you? Is the style you have the one you want to pursue or do you think that it is a stopping point on your journey somewhere, destination maybe known. These are variations of ones earlier asked but still interesting. I look at my contacts and see all sorts of styles, direction, point of view, creative energies that end up with distinct end results. The actors, the observers, the image creators, the story tellers, the life grabbers, the fun lovers, the art afficianados, the intellectuals, the visceral artists, the sexy types, the people types, the thing types. All of you have something that defines you and your work.
Aw geez, put down something anything I guess my role finally in the end is question asker, observer, neurotic tinkerer.
Oh and apologies to my contacts for not leaving a lot of comments. I don't want to just say "great" or something. I want to be able to leave something that is helpful to you. So I end up faving lots of pics and I am out there looking.
Disclosure: I think I have ended up asking the same question as before. So I will put in this. What is your favorite color? I don't think I ever asked that before. A simple question but we do determine so much of our word by the fact that we are capable of seeing colors and not just shades of grey although some of our greatest pictures are in black and white. hmmmmm
Jeez Louise, I feel like a fraud just putting up this stuff again. Repeating myself. I wasn't kidding when I say I feel like I am a well gone dry, dragged a rut into the road. Feh!@
I'm sorry, I know these existential funks are kinda goofy. But I do like writing and I like writing stuff like this and you don't have to read it.
So the saga continues, I feel much better today and wonder why have I written all this but don't confuse questions with doubt. I shall stand strong. I am starting to believe that I have a style, just not sure if it is the one I want to have.
Well I have decided at least in one very narrow sense to move on, hence the picture happy happy joy joy.
What can I say, I am a shiftless human being.