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Praha-Prague_Kavárna - Restaurace s velmi optimistickým jménem "Márnice".__Cafe - Restaurant with a very optimistic name "morgue".
I really had no idea what to do today...then I saw Apionid's Cloudgoat and got inspired!
For We're Here — Optimistic Cloudgoat.
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From the same TMax 3200 roll as the couple of pictures before, but this time with the Canon A-1. If you are real careful with respooling your film, you can let the end of it peeking out of the can so you can continue it with another camera. Go over the frames you already shot with the lens cap on, smallest aperture and fastest shutter speed, and you are good to go. As it turns out, the A-1 is a bit optimistic with metering in the dark. With this film, I'd rather not go below 1/60th second at f/2.8 in that kind of environment.
Canon A-1 and Canon FD 50mm f/1.8, Kodak TMax 3200 in Rodinal 1+50 for 16 min @ 20°C, digitalized using kit zoom with macro rings.
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The other shot was too depressing so here's a happier one. The light was just incredible right here.
Explored, thanks guys!
"Flies are buzzing round my head
Vultures circling the dead
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
The big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem, give me some
You can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
This one's optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on animal farm
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
I'd really like to help you, man
I'd really like to help you, man
Nervous messed up marionettes
Floating around on a prison ship
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
Dinosaurs roaming the Earth
Dinosaurs roaming the Earth
Dinosaurs roaming the Earth"
Radiohead
Kid A, 2000
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Take care!
The optimistic railfan in me enjoys seeing the tri-window PRLX 8149 (EMD SD60M) heading east over the frozen Partridge River while leading its train though downtown Aldrich. The pessimist in me doesn't overly enjoy shooting in such gloomy conditions in between seasons. If the ground and foliage can't be green I wish it was completely white. Also, there is no denying that this patch job is absolutely hideous, but it gets the job done.
Lo mejor que la fotografía me ha enseñado es a mirar el lado bello y luminoso de todo lo que me rodea. Sé que suena muy tópico, ya que estamos en la era de las frases positivas y el "buenrollismo", pero es que es así.
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Photo captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 24-50mm F/4 lens and the bracketing method of photography. Near the census-designated place of Loomis. Okanogan Highlands Region. Inland Northwest. Okanogan County, Washington. Early February 2018.
Exposure Time: 1/250 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/11 * Bracketing: +1 / -1 * Film Plug-In: Agfa Scala 200 -/+
Call me Snake offers an optimistic provocation – ‘imagine what could be here’ by Judy Millar. On a walk into the city October 3, 2015 Christchurch New Zealand.
The work is comprised of vibrant graphics of Millar’s looped paintings, which are adhered to five intersecting flat planes, and draws inspiration from the forms found in pop-up books. The colourful piece will add a dramatic and rhythmic counterpoint to the city’s current urban landscape — a mix of flattened sites, construction zones and defiant buildings that have stood through the quakes. The work employs theatricality, playfulness and visual trickery, whereby the viewer is unsure about the work’s flatness or three-dimensionality; and it has been designed to offer a different perspective from each angle. The bright colours interrupt the grey of the work’s surrounds, and as buildings pop up around it,
SCAPE 8, New Intimacies curated by Rob Garrett was a contemporary art event which mixed new artworks with existing legacy pieces, an education programme, and a public programme of events. The SCAPE 8 artworks were located around central Christchurch and linked via a public art walkway. All aspects of SCAPE 8 were free-to-view.
The title for the 2015 Biennial – New Intimacies – came from the idea that visually striking and emotionally engaging public art works can create new connections between people and places. Under the main theme of New Intimacies there are three other themes that artists responded to: Sight-Lines, Inner Depths and Shared Strengths.
For more Info: www.scapepublicart.org.nz/scape-8-judy-millar
Photo of the Similkameen River captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 24-50mm F/4 lens and the bracketing method of photography. Okanogan Highlands Region. Inland Northwest. Okanogan County, Washington. Early February 2018.
Exposure Time: 1/250 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/11 * Bracketing: +1 / -1 * Color Temperature: 6650 K * Film Plug-In: Kodak Portra 160 NC
During the early optimistic days of ownership by the Thai-based company SSI UK, GB Railfreight-operated Di8 class diesel-electric loco No.820 'Poppy' draws a loaded torpedo wagon away from the Redcar Blast Furnace on 31st October 2012. The 'Di8' class was previously used for freight traffic by the Norwegian railway company CargoNet. Twenty locos were constructed in 1996-97 at the Maschinenbau Kiel (MaK) plant in Kiel when it was part of 'Siemens Schienenfahrzeugtechnik' and GB Railfreight acquired ten for the Redcar contract. SSI UK went into liquidation during October 2015, resulting in 1,700 job losses at the plant alone. Further use was found for most of the Di8 class locos at Scunthorpe Steelworks, and it wasn't until August 2021 when the first demolition work of the plant commenced in earnest.
© Gordon Edgar 2012 - All rights reserved. Please do not use my images without my explicit permission
street photography | Detroit, MI
At about the same time every day, a cloud of birds swirls in the sky above this spot. You might say they're optimistic. Eventually, as the distant sound of rattling buggy wheels moves closer, the excitement of the birds almost sounds like the cheer of adoring fans. The cloud literally follows from above her as she appears, walking slowly along the street, under her trademark scarf and sunglasses. That's when you realize that the birds - they weren't merely being optimistic, they were being patient. They knew she would come. When she parks her buggy and reaches for her pouch, the birds land around her in anticipation, validated that she lived up to their unspoken promise once more.
I didn't catch her name, but on this day I finally decided to photograph her, and we had a brief chat as she fed her babies. She was warm and positive about the future - you might say I labeled her as optimistic. As we went our separate ways, the cloud of birds rose to the sky, still following her from above as she moved into the distance. "No more", she said in a sweet tone. "I'll see you tomorrow." I can't help but think that somehow, perhaps they feed her faith as much as she feeds theirs...
Forecasts were favorable for the new moon this weekend (well, the new moon was Thursday), and I had been toying with the idea of venturing out to see if I could capture the Milky Way somewhere close to home. Unfortunately, there aren't many dark sky areas in southern New England. Moe and I had been chatting about a possible Maine shoot after work last night, but traffic out of Boston after work is murder, and I was feeling pretty beat, so I wasn't optimistic about taking the trip.
I got home from work and decided to lie down for a quick nap. Forty-five minutes later I gave Moe a shout and said screw it, I'd make a drive. Two hours after that and we're exploring the coastline around the Portland Head Light, searching for good south-facing comps. We decided on a nice dry section of rock safely away from the incoming tides and began an awesome 90-minute night shoot. Came away with a bunch of stuff I like, but I think this is my favorite comp of the night.
Hit up a great local sandwich joint called Nosh for some grub and a cup of coffee, and I was on the road back home, finally getting into bed a bit after 3:00am. Worth it.
Side note, hey, look at that. Flickr finally made their maps less awful. Bravo.
Granny is headed to Washington.
We’re Here : optimistic Cloudgoat.
My chariot courtesy of www.myartprints.co.uk/a/anonymous-painter/model-of-a-two-... where I found a Bridgeman Library picture of a sculpture discovered in the Tiber River, currently located in the British Museum, London.
I shot this on Saturday evening, after Scotch came home from his Friday morning throat surgery on his almost completely paralyzed larynx. He's going to have to tolerate his portrait being taken a bit longer now, though I'm fairly certain he won't have any objections.
He's had health issues since arriving in Los Angeles at the very end of December and while some were just symptoms of aging, the most prominent issue was Laryngeal Paralysis which ultimately seemed to be what would cut his long life short. It was manageable last Fall when it first came up and the cool weather suppressed a lot of the associated problems. The move here began in mid december and was in part a chance photograph my way across the country but also to take a seasoned canine roadtripper on the ultimate 4,000+ mile late in life car ride and eventually his first chance to see the ocean.
Out here, the condition began to worsen pretty quickly, even with the cooler, breezy winter conditions and once the temperatures began to rise again, I started to worry he wouldn't survive the summer. He stayed in most of the spring and summer in the air conditioning and his activities became very limited, despite his best efforts to continue doing the things he loved. Trip after trip to the vet for things including getting a urinary tract infection, contracting ecoli, and losing his hearing caused him to be terrified of the car since that seemed to be the only time he was forced to go anywhere. When he finally hit 13 at the end of October, I was extremely relieved because I thought maybe he'd be able to stick around through the fall and winter, however his conditions worsened dramatically after, with his terribly labored breathing switching to silent, very strained gasps for air. Even 5 minutes out and back in for the bathroom would cause either 45 minutes of uncontrollable panting or this fish out of water type gasping until he'd wear himself out enough to fall asleep.
About a week ago, I realized that he was dying and even though he was happy, his body wouldn't allow him to function properly. I tried everything I could to keep him calm and comfortable, while figuring out how to deal with all this myself. When it finally seemed like he may only have a few days left, I began to panic and decided the only chance he had would be to see if the surgery was still an option. When I called Thursday morning, they asked if a visit on Monday would work and I told them I didn't think he'd survive until then so he went in first thing Friday. If he was still a candidate for the surgery, he would have it later that morning and sure enough, I got the call around noon that the surgery was a success and "textbook" and that he'd be ready to come home with a new lease on life after this last minute reprieve of sorts.
I've never had to deal with a senior dog before Scotch entered that phase of life and for the first 3 years of his life, thinking he'd make it to old age seemed entirely unlikely as he dealt with numerous issues including seizures, extreme nervousness and anxiety and the inability to productively socialize with other dogs as a result. As he got older and healthier, I still sort of expected those seizures to return or some byproduct of those conditions to affect his health but overall he stayed very healthy. However, this past week, I finally realized I would have to make a decision very soon on whether or not his suffering was too much for him to endure.
I'm sure if you've read my descriptions about him over the last year or so, it may seem like I'm obsessed with him or too emotional about his outlook and to some degree that's true but really, he's more than just a dog to me. He represents a time period in my life that I've tried to hold onto for a long time. After my baseball career ended and I struggled to figure out my purpose, Scotch entered my life during a time when life was starting to look up. Over the last 13 years, nearly every aspect from that segment of my life have slowly disappeared: friendships ended, relationships came and went, all my belongings and reminders got lost or simply fell apart from age and he somehow became the very last link I had to all that. Through all the good times and bad, the one constant has been Scotch and I appreciate that more each day.
So anyway, extremely relieved Scotch is still around and I imagine as a result, the descriptions with his portraits will slowly become much more positive and optimistic. It sort of started to feel like I was writing an obituary with each posted portrait and sometimes I'd end up deleting the shot since what I wrote up was so depressing to read. I don't know how much time he will ultimately have but hopefully he can live out the rest of his life without much pain and discomfort and enjoy each day to the fullest :)
SCOTCH
Age 13
Hollywood, California
November 5th, 2016
SETTINGS
Canon T4i
EF40mm f/2.8 STM
ISO 200
f/2.8
1/13th second
since I stood in the glow of the York & Son Garage neon with my boots on the pavement of US 6, once the longest highway in the nation.
The road's been rougher since then, harder than I could have imagined - long lonely stretches, with scary turns and steep drop offs, gray days and stormy nights that seemed endless. It's taken me to places I never thought I'd see . . . and didn't want to visit.
But that road finally came back out at Ladora. Brought me back to remember the girl, the poem, the dreams of so long ago. It could be, that on a cool July evening in Iowa, the effects of old roadside garage neon along an empty highway might be more intoxicating than a field of poppies - I don't know. But I do know that, standing there, I could hear those sweet optimistic voices singing:
You're out of the woods,
You're out of the dark,
You're out of the night.
Step into the sun
Step into the light.
Keep straight ahead for the most glorious place
On the face of the earth or the sky.
Hold onto your breath,
Hold onto your heart,
Hold onto your hope.
March up to the gate and bid it open . . .
: ) The original shot is below in the comments.
I try to be an optimistic realist…seeing what could be possible but realizing it will usually take real work and effort to get there.
So here I am back out and about…nothing too amazing… but I’m doing it again.
The day was mostly uneventful as Becky's days go. Most stores still have their dressing rooms closed here, so I didn’t find much fun in just touring the racks, as these days I like to see how something is going to look on, before I buy it.
It has been rather warm, so long outdoors activity was also a bit limited. I could have gone to the city, but I was looking to end my day up in the Walnut Creek area and meet up with my friends from the DVGs for dinner and socializing.
But it was nice to be back out and I got a nice boost from a long time friend who, after talking with me for a few minutes, stopped mid-sentence and, Said “You look really good today”…”not that you don’t look good usually but you look very nice, your make up….”
When she was done…just a short set of comments, I stopped her. “Thank you” I said. “It’s not that I need a lot of complements, but today that hit very deeply, as I’ve been struggling to feel like I’m getting back on track again, so thank you very much.” And we continued chatting about some other thing unrelated to TG things.
I didn’t take her comment to mean I looked gorgeous or anything like that, but just that I looked very put together, comfortable and natural and I was back being the nice, friendly, calm and confidence woman she had come to know over the last decade or so. (Just for the record, she was in male mode, but joined us anyways.)
So, I think I’m back…a little older and heavier than before the COVID pandemic hit, but I’m back. I look forward to getting to spend some more femme time soon. It might be a little bit, because I have lots of things vying for my time right now. Family, friends and more that all got set aside for a bit last year.
Anyways you all be well and I hope things will be opening up for you all soon as well.
On a side note: We are now at 82% of folks over 12 vaccinated in my county. Something I quite happy with, but things have really slowed down here, which means we still have nearly 1 in 5 people who have bought into the stupid and self-destructive COVID hoax movement that still exists here. By this point we could have had nearly everyone over 12 vaccinated and the pandemic would be gone here, but because of these stupid and ignorant folks, we are still being held back from really getting back to normal.
The really irritating thing is these are mostly the same people who didn’t want to help stop the spread when COVID was raging last year and they will cause additional unfortunate death and grief, for really no reason at all. Its free, its available, it works amazing well and there is little risk or side effects.
Another sign of the truly insane times we are currently living in.
Be well, Hugs, Becky
Evidently, my light estimation was a bit optimistic when taking this photo. And: using a step-up ring on a wide angle lens is not always a good idea (if you're not crazy about vignetting).
Still a somewhat spooky-cool shot, I think.
Yashica-J5, Super Yashinon R 35mm f2.8, Ilford Delta 100 Prof.
Developed with Ilfosol 3 (1+14).
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Close-up natural-light street portrait (outdoor half-length portrait, full-face view) of Eddie, an elderly eccentric American expat from Okinawa, expressing his optimistic See-the-Positive alternative to the classical and negative See-No-Evil of the proverbial principle of Three Wise Monkeys (photo shoot: image no. 2 of 3);
Yul’s Place, Mérida, Yucatán, México.
2020-02b Facial Expressions 2022 (06a) Eddie: Hear the Positive.
2020-02b Facial Expressions 2022 (06b) Eddie: See the Positive.
2020-02b Facial Expressions 2022 (06c) Eddie: Speak the Positive.
More context:
Post-processing Street Portraits (photo blog),
Adding Context to Street Portraits (photo blog).
Around sunset, a couple days ago.
We moved to our new apartment this month and this was a nice way to celebrate the photographic possibilities from this 15th floor point-of-view. We didn't have any serious storm that day, despite the alert in the morning... Spot the rainbow.
Stitched pano from about 23 photos, taken at around 30 mm. In hindsight, I should have just used a wider lens. I had another layer of photos for the clouds above the frame but didn't account for how fast the wind was moving them and how quickly they were changing. That was a nightmare to stitch in post and in the end I just had to give up on that top strip of clouds, which in my opinion was the most dramatic :(
This is very optimistic picture, right?))
To be frank, I have nothing good to tell as well.
I’ve just got results of the latest check-up and they are not bad, no, they are simply awful. I’m still in kind of shock. Though it wasn’t unexpected thing, I didn’t think everything would be so bad, really :(
I should be hospitalized but I don’t want to. I’ve got a choice yet (in case I’m not getting worse). I don’t want to go there because I will have to give up everything. Yeah, I will have a right to breathe and look at the window. That’s all. On the other side, classes start on Monday and if I won’t be able to study well because I will have to spend a lot of time in the hospital anyway, so… ugh. I hate making decisions, I simply can’t do it right! Workaholics should never make such decisions! Never!
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with pictures… I stop all my projects for a while cause I look like a ghost (wait, I can start “Zombie” series or something like this LOL. No, kidding) but vacation finally ends, my lovely models come back to the city and I may shoot some of them.
Photography is such a drug! Well, you know it very well if you’re reading this. :D
Actually I don’t know why I’m writing this and what I’m looking for here... I guess I do it because there are friends who seem to care.
Yeah friends, shit happens.
~*~*~*~
Ok, some positive here.
I would like to thank miss'anna for her lovely testimonial! And I (careless, careless creature!) say my veeery late thank you to shawnisabelle and Dylan Murphy as well. Your kind words made my day. When I hear (read) something like this, I really want to live. And breathe. And create.
Thank you!
L