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Saturday Self Challenge
This week's challenge will be to photograph something in the shape of a cube. It can be made out of any type material (including ice) as long as it is in the shape of a 3 dimensional cube, either square or rectangular in shape. Process as much or as little as you like. I look forward to seeing your creativity!
*Edit to add that more than one cube shaped item can be in your image.*
The cube in the photo is a note pad block bought from the Royal National Lifeboat Institution shop in Sheringham in Norfolk. The tops of the letter T’s are just missing from the pictures on the sides as the block has been in use for a few weeks, but it still retains its cube shape.
I started off processing the image in Affinity Photo to multiply the single photo to form 16, then I did a few adjustments in Photoshop Express, before the final square crop on the iPad photo app.
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Handwritten and clipped to a suicide fence on a bridge.
Unclear if the notes were tied to suicides or more likely just a convenient place to clip on to.
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June 9, 2018 - Kearney Nebraska US
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Editors Note...
Once a year a pull out a few sets from years past to start of the new year. In 2024 this year I have went back & revamped one of my favorite severe storms photo shoots of 2018
Back then I over colorized & over saturated the images. Pixelated & not my best work... Images were what I wanted but not the final product. If you want to see those to compare to these remastered images... here is your Flickr Link to that set of images...
But these are Gems of Gems.. I've even added about 50+ images in this set that I wasn't able to work on back in 2018. I even made a video with the old images to kick off the 2023 season... You can watch this right here on Flickr... Click Here ** Please remember I used the old images in this video **
Lightning is my forte... It is why I chase storms. To have an photo opportunity come up like this & traveled only 6 blocks from my home to get these pics...Gotta Luv Nebraska!
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About that evening...
An epic night of sunset light and storm light @ twilight. Its almost every storm chasers dreams... or at least, in my own opinion, to get along side of a storm like this, as its firing away some incredible CC & CG every few seconds. What more could you ask for...
I was that Lucky Guy that evening. Just mother nature and I. Close to home after a few long storm chasing jaunts is just fine by me. She was producing and I was capturing every incredible second of this storm.. No Forking Bolt went away that evening without me getting a snap of its presence..
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... from the edge of the carpark behind the old cinema down the road -- as the season turns.
20th September 2016 © Lise Utne
PLEASE NOTE. I am not and nor do I know or have any connection with the person selling a Nikon P100 using this image as an example.
The marmalade hoverfly (Episyrphus balteatus).
The gardener’s friend. Its larvae eat aphids; adults are nectar feeders in garden flowers and pollinate plants.
Taken on 26/08/2010 at 1500Hrs.
Camera-Nikon P100.
FocalLength - 9.20 mm
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altered book. i added my thoughts with red thread. Friedrich Nietzsche "Aphorisms on love and hate", Penguin Classics.
I made these photographs this morning near the river not far from my house. I had been envisioning this shot for several months and it felt good to actually go out and work with the idea. The actual reason for going out at 7am (had to be there before the sun got too high and ruined the wonderful even light in the river canyon) was to run the first roll of film through my new ZeroImage 6x9 pinhole camera. Stay tuned for those test shots next week.
**NOTE: The typewriter did not survive the process of resizing to web dimensions and sharpening as well as I would have liked. It is nice and sharp, however, in the original 36mb 5D file. (And yes, I really did lug the typewriter down to the river for these shots. No compositing here)
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Note that the name at the bow is "USAT Pocahontas". Many of the troopships were marked "USS".
This was the German ship Prinzess Irene before she was taken over by the United States.
Found image.
Information on troopships of WW I at: my troopship pages.
My father's note in the family scrapbook said, "Ed was always first to make friends with the natives." I assume the reference to "natives" here was the dog -- which was not ours, and which I have no memory of at all. The girl on the right is Patrice, the older of the two sisters I grew up with; at this point, she was a few months shy of her third birthday.
This was taken shortly after we arrived in Roswell, before we had found a house to live in.
I know that my younger sister Aleda celebrated her first several birthdays (on Mar 17th) in a motel as we moved around the country, and I think this might well have been the first such occasion. That being the case, I'm assuming that this photo was taken a few days later...
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This may have been photographed near the house where I lived with my parents and two of my five sisters in 1953-4. The photo was taken nearly 40 years after we first moved into the house, 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 Roswell) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch7.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 Roswell? 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 Roswell to Riverside, CA 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:
I discovered roller skates while I lived here — perhaps aided by the presence of nice, smooth, wide sidewalks throughout this whole area of town. Sometimes my mother sent me on a small shopping expedition to the local grocery store, about two blocks away, to buy a quart of milk or a couple of other minor things. The shorts that I wore had no pockets (I have no idea why), so I put the coins that my mother gave me into my mouth, for safekeeping. That way, I had both hands free in case I tripped and fell … but if I had done so, I probably would have swallowed the coins.
For Christmas that year (i.e., Christmas of 1953), I was given a .22-caliber rifle. Even today, it would cause only a shrug in many rural parts of the U.S.; and it was certainly unremarkable in the 1950s. My dad felt that every boy should have a rifle, and should learn how to shoot it, clean it, and take care of it in a responsible fashion. I think his intention was to take me out into the open area outside of Roswell, to shoot at rabbits or gophers; but we ended up shooting at cans and bottles in the local dump.
In 1953, Roswell had not acquired any fame or attention for its proximity to the alleged alien landing in 1947. Trust me: if there had been even a hint of a rumor, the young kids in that town would have heard about it. Whatever may (or may not) have happened there . If you have no idea what this is all about, take a look at en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roswell_UFO_incident
For young boys, it was great sport to shoot at moving creatures. Dogs and cats were considered off-limits; and as implied above, we were not allowed to wander the streets with a .22 rifle. But we all had slingshots, and there were an infinite number of lizards in the area. Unfortunately, lizard were far too quick to hit with a relatively inaccurate slingshot (especially if shot with an unevenly-shaped rock; and it was only a year later, in California, that I began shooting marbles). Our greatest success was actually with slower creatures: horned toads, usually referred to as “horny toads,” or just “horns.” Indeed, they were slow enough that you could capture them with bare hands. You probably have no idea what I’m talking about, so take a look at this National Geographic article: animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/reptiles/horned-toad/
This is not a recent photo. However it shows me taking notes - something I do compulsively.
When asked what do you do in your "spare" time (ha ha ha) - or - What are your hobbies? One of my first answers has been "Writing!"
I don't claim to be a great writer. But the contemplation and act of writing does bring me joy. I've volumes to prove it.
In fact, if you were to ask "What makes you happy?" One answer for sure would be "A good supply of smooth blank paper, a pen I love, and four hours of guaranteed uninterrupted time." Heaven!
Some friends and followers are creative and accomplished writers. You can tell who they are because their comments are unique and meaningful.
Though all comments are appreciated - some are timeless treasures. Perhaps they will make an interesting book project.
Some comments are poetry, some are advice, some are unique points of view or twists on the obvious, and some are puns that make me laugh even thinking about them.
Some of you have sent me your personal writing privately to enjoy - what a treat!
Thank you all.
Though no promise of quality can be made, I'll do my best to respond in kind.
Note: Because of snow in the park in late May, many of the trails used to get closer to the falls were closed. Notice nobody is on the stairs at the bottom of the photo. The platform at the end is Red Rock Point. Also closed because of snow on the trail were Uncle Tom’s Trail and Brink of the Lower Falls Trail. Photo taken from Lookout Point. Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. Yellowstone River. On this day it was very busy and crowded in other parts of the park.
"There is a calmness to a life lived in gratitude, a quiet joy."
Ralph H. Blum
Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the smaller parts of life that I end up taking for granted the things that I have, the things that make me happy, the things that happen everyday that put a smile on my face.
I'm grateful that my bedroom window overlooks the Rocky Mountains, for a job that I enjoy going to everyday, for the inspiration that I get from the world around me. Most of all I'm grateful for the freedom I have to wake up and live my life exactly as I want to.
... from the edge of the carpark behind the old cinema down the road -- as the season turns.
2nd October 2016 © Lise Utne
122 and 123 were coach seated single door buses, while 131 is bus seated and dual doored. The batch was 122 - 131 (E122 DRS - E132 DRS), Note that 122 & 123 had a higher set and smaller upper deck emergency exit door, to allow for the higher backed seats, while 131 has the standard bus style emergency exit. The latter is preserved in "as delivered" GRT livery.
1988 122 123 131 E122 DRS E123 DRS E131 DRS mix cpy
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For the 30-Day Challenge — June 2011
Day Six: From a Low Angle
I think people are interpreting this challenge differently, ignoring the "angle" part; that is, they are shooting things that are low to the ground, but their cameras are pointed at it from above. Or they're just shooting low things. My interpretation is that you put your camera down low and angle it up a little. Hence the power lines in the background. OK, whatever.
BTW, I titled this because the heads look like little notes on the power-line musical staff.
Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen's monumental sculpture Bottle of Notes soars nearly thirty-five feet and is the first public sculpture in the United Kingdom by these two internationally renowned artists.
Bottle of Notes is inspired by the history of Captain Cook, born in Middlesbrough featuring words from his logs as well as poetry built from tempered-steel echoing Middlesbrough's industrial heritage and continuing the legacy of the town's Ironmasters.
oldenburgvanbruggen.com/largescaleprojects/bottleofnotes.htm