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This is a close-up B&W photo of air bubble patterns in the river ice. The crystalline ice bubbles look like the gelatinous spheres of developing amphibian life forms.
Photographers call the time around sunrise and sunset the “magic” hour because the light is soft and casts a warm glow on the landscape. In the Utah Badlands, subtle shades of yellow and buff in the pinnacles and buttes become deeper and richer at these times of day.
“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round.” — John Muir
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Für“Crazy Tuesday“ am 10.05.2022.
Thema:“PATTERN“ (Muster)
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The serpentine bench at Park Güell is one of Barcelona's most iconic monuments, located in the Nature Square above the Hypostyle Room. It is the same bench, where all those people are seated, in my previous photo titled "Magical Park Güell".
Another angle of interesting sand patterns. Low tide leaves these designs by nature behind - San Felipe (Baja) on the Sea of Cortez.
Hi guys, hope you're all going well. Haven't checked into Flickr for awhile as I've had a bit on. Anyway, here's some hawk shots I took last week (as always, no need to comment).
Brown Goshawk, Namadgi, A.C.T.
Patterns in the ice that formed in a shallow pool beside the river.
Venus As a Boy - Bjork
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaxUZH0cbhM&ab_channel=Cruise...
"His wicked sense of humour suggests exciting sex."
Just 15 seconds of patterns in the chaos.
Could make a good desktop background. Or put it on repeat and hypnotize yourself. :)
Strange weather we're having here at the moment. It's been unseasonably dry for weeks with hours of sunshine on a daily basis. It's also been decidedly chilly, a stiff easterly wind replaced occasionally by one from the north. While we're already applying the sun lotion on a daily basis - I carry a reservoir of Irish blood in these veins and wear a pallour that would make a vampire wince - wrapping up in lots of warm clothing has remained essential despite May being only a week away. The clear cold skies have also been a regular challenge, without clouds to bring some definition to the sky. And that banding issue is a right pain in the wotsit as you well know.
Thursday night was typical of the recent conditions. Lee and I had arrived at Gwithian with completely different ambitions in mind. Recently he's been drawn to picking out figures on the beach with his telephoto lens, and he's getting rather good at it too. In fact the one he's just posted today is especially good. Take a look - but as long as you promise to come back here afterwards. It will probably be in Explore tomorrow anyway........
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Meanwhile, I've been enjoying coming here at low tide and seeking out compositions with the camera close to the sand and the wide angle lens pointing towards the ground. I could feel the small leap of joy as from a distance in my warm car I noted what looked like an enormous delta of rivulets on the surface of the sand. I only hoped to find an undisturbed patch; hopes that seemed well founded as it was relatively quiet, but you know what these non photographers are like - they don't care where they've left their footprints.
The beach was as cold as it looked, with drifts of loose sand flying low and hard from the dunes towards the shore. At least I'd have my back to them as I stood here for almost two hours, looking for the best possible foreground and always wondering whether I'd missed something even more enticing as I tried not to blot the landscape with my welly boots. My daughter Nicky had also arranged to meet me here. She always forgets something and this time it was her tripod plate. So we shared mine as I introduced her to an L Bracket and a Swiss Arca set up. She tells me she's ordered her own now.
The rest of the daylight was spent happily taking pairs of images so that I could stumble through the focus stacking process later on. In between each pair I included my hand in a third photo to serve as a bookmark. A thumbs up would later mean I had high hopes of the last combination, while a Churchillian V sign indicated I was less confident of the pair of images I'd taken immediately beforehand. By the time I was done there were sixty RAW files on the card, which was quite a relief as for once it seems I'd known when to stop. Recently I've been coming home with almost two hundred slightly altered versions of what is essentially the same photograph and it's a soul destroying process trying to choose one.
The light faded and the blue hour was very brief in the ever falling temperatures and we made our way home, deciding to risk the pub where all hell had broken loose on our previous visit. Fortunately the all day revelry that had taken place there on the first day of lockdown easing was not repeated this time and nor had they sold out of ale and made us drink lager. It had been a good evening.
When it came to working through my images I quickly realised that shooting across the myriad of patterns on the sand wasn't really working and I much preferred this one that followed those rivulets towards the shore. Ok, so I ought to remember that placing objects on the edge of a wide angle shot is not a good idea. And I really need to kick myself and use manual mode rather than aperture priority when doing a focus stack (will he ever learn?), but it had been a worthwhile trip with yet more lessons learned. Which is always a good thing.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend folks.
in our culture of busyness and distraction, important things get lost: compassion, creativity, and presence. when i'm in a rush or lost in thoughts, i more easily box people into "other." but when i pause, i see our interconnection. it's not my pain or your pain, it's just pain. i can breathe in the collective pain, and breathe out love, acceptance, and compassion—compassion for myself, for friends, for strangers; compassion for the world.