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Photo take by me, with my Nikon. I uploaded it to my NOTE 9 and did and little airbrush coloring in Penup
Note: I decided to leave the airplane trails in the shot. Maybe it seems a bit more authentic this way? There are also some meteor trails. I left those too.
Stars spin around Polaris as faint aurora glows on the horizon in this long-exposure night scene overlooking an abandoned one-room schoolhouse in rural Wasco County, Oregon. Many of these historic buildings have long since disintegrated into piles of wooden rubble but a few remain standing, complete with their iconic cupolas, serving as a monument to the pioneer spirit of early Oregonians. Just as they did one hundred years ago, the sparsely populated farmland areas of the Pacific Northwest still provide ideal dark sky locations for stargazing.
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week 29/52
i might have accidentally gotten a week behind on this project, oops. my garden has grown heaps since it was attacked by the gardeners so i got some ideas flowing. this was more of an experiment than anything but it's better than nothing. thank you for everything <3
Note the Big Dipper at left and the pointer stars aligned to Polaris (North Star - near center). This ultra wide angle field of view is 170 degrees.
This time lapse ran from 3 to 4 AM (MDT).
turns out i'm pretty hopeless at 365 projects!
but my boyfriend says he still loves me anyway.
(to be fair i have been taking a picture each day, they were just totally uninspiring so i didn't upload.)
---- some "Sicilian photographic notes " about the beginning of this hot summer .... ----
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Local real estate agents mail these out on a regular basis (in hopes you will phone them when you list your house, lol). They come in handy!
Weekly Theme Challenge... PAPER
This image is the last in a series of three capturing the amazing sunset and "freaky" clouds in NYC one evening last weekend. If you missed the first two, you can check them out here and here.
This shot was taken just about 8 minutes after the previous one. The sky's color turned from deep orange to purple and red. The freaky clouds have all but disappeared. The joggers and business people who had previously stopped to look up and take pics with their phone cams have all departed to resume their journey home. It's too bad though because they missed this. The spectacular sunset and clouds were like rewards to compensate my travel woes earlier in the day.
I think this is a record for me - posting on three consecutive days! Of course, I'm sort of breaking my own rule of not posting the same type of scene/images twice or more in a row. Oh well...
Better on black.
Highest Explore: #117
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الذكريات كلمة تحمل احداث السنين بل العمر كله
الذكريات كلمه لطالما ابكت الكثيرين
الذكريات كلمة فيها ما يفرح القلب وما يعيد الألام
الذكريات...الذكريات....الذكريات
كلمة ولكنها عن الاف الكلمات
قليله الحروف كثيرة الاحداث ما اقسى بعض الذكريات عند مرورها او تذكرها فقط
وما اجمل بعضها ولكنها قليله للأسف
صصوري ملك للجميع دون ازالة الحققوق
الصصورة الجايية عن تَخررج اختي زهررة
تتتخرجها بكرة ان شَاءء الله
23/6
تتخرج من تمهيدي ان ششاء الله
تتنتظر تبريكاتكم
Note: I should have placed this photo -- and all of the other ones that I'll be uploading on April 18-19, 2015 -- at the end of this album of Washington, DC photos (i.e., the ones that got uploaded first), because they were taken in 1946, long after my mother had gotten divorced, and moved (with me) from Florida back to her mother's house in Washington, DC.
In a few of the photos, you'll note that my mother has now met, and presumably begun dating, my stepfather Ray Yourdon. He was based in Washington at the end of his Navy enlistment; and when it was all over, they got married and the family moved to Denver in 1947 (which you'll find in a separate Flickr album covering the period of 1947-50).
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Mom's note on this snapshot says, "The dishpan again". No specific date on this picture, so I've arbitrarily assigned the date of July 15th of 1946.
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All of the photos in this album are “originals” from the period when I was an infant in the mid-1940s — i.e., the period before I lived in Omaha, Riverside, Roswell, New York, Ft. Worth, and Denver (photos of which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives).
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 70+ 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.
My own story changes dramatically at this point: the man I’ve presented as my Dad in previous Flickr albums, Ray Yourdon, was actually my stepfather. My birth parents grew up in Washington DC, married, and moved to Florida in the early days of World War II. My birth father worked as a flight instructor for the Air Force, and I was born on an Air Force base near Ft. Walton Beach, in the panhandle section of Florida (which you can read about here, if you’re interested: www.eglin.af.mil )
Some time after that, my parents divorced and my mother moved back to Washington with me, to live with her mother. After a bitter custody battle over me (so I’ve been told), I didn’t see my birth-father again until I was 30—at which point I was surprised to learn that I had three more half-sisters, in addition to the two I had grown up with (i.e., both my mother and my birth-father had remarried after they got divorced from each other). But that’s another story, with another set of photos ...
Meanwhile, my mother worked as a secretary in the Pentagon as the war wound down, and when my stepfather ended up in Washington toward the end of his tour of duty in the Navy, they met, and married, and moved to Denver to begin a new life … chapters of which you’ve been seeing in these Flickr albums during the last several weeks.
So the photos in this album are from my birth in Florida through the first year or so of my childhood in Washington — uploaded in reverse chronological order, starting in 1945. I haven’t written any details, because I have no conscious memory of what was happening at the time; and at this point, all of my parents, step-parents, and grandparents are gone. Yes, I do have five wonderful sisters, all of whom share various memories with me; but I’m the oldest of the brood, so I have no siblings with first-hand information about what I was doing for the first year or two of my life.
All I have are the photos that you see here. But they do tell a story, and that’s why I think it’s so important that you track down all of your own photos and preserve them somewhere for the generations who will follow after you.
I'm sorry I wasn't around either. It would have been great to see them. They got to my store just after I had left and they came by my house when I was at the grocery. It would been great to see them as it's been a couple weeks now.