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Without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.
-Pablo Neruda ( Nobel Laureat Chilean Poet (1904-1973)
Our Daily Challenge - "Grow":
Either that, or they knew they were sending these babies to Texas where everything is BIG. Easily the biggest apple I have ever seen...and my fave...a honeycrisp! I'm salivating, just looking at it.
Nikon D5000, 50mm
Perhaps this works better :-)
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Throughout life, except perhaps in winter, I have tended to avoid seaside resorts. There is something about the sight ...or rather spectacle... of the proletariat at play that distresses the fastidious Bentos spirit. Yes, it is snobbery, if you like. This might sound a bit rich coming from someone who is himself a member of the lower classes, but what is snobbery? The word is almost always used in tut-tutting tones by a speaker who wishes to call into disrepute an attitude of which he disapproves. When used in this pejorative sense it is dishonest. A verbal swindle is being perpetrated on the listener. Doubtlessly it can sometimes take reprehensible forms, but usually "snobbery" is no more than a preference for reasonable standards of taste and behaviour.
So I was giving the excursionists and their revels a wide berth when, on Saturday 16th June 1979, I found myself in Weston-super-Mare. I was test-driving a new camera and wanted to get a couple of films through before going to Scotland ten days later. My subject was one of Bristol Omnibus Co's unusual semi-automatic Bristol LHs. Being familiar with the manual versions allocated to Bristol's Marlborough Street Depot, I'd always fancied having a go on one of these. There were only six of them and they'd always belonged to Weston or Wells depots. Withdrawals began in October 1979 and prospects went from exceedingly slim to even slimmer. Then, on 15th February 1980, two of the three remaining buses were reallocated to Marlborough Street. Prospects were suddenly excellent. It was only a matter of time. But time was what I lacked. The buses were withdrawn on the 29th, when I'd still not driven one. Once more the cup was dashed from my lips as I was about to imbibe the healing draught. This sort of thing happened all the time. A bloke who drove one of these vehicles while it was at Marlborough Street told me that it seemed to jump about twice its own length when you engaged first gear.
An interesting example of rocks (perhaps sedimentary?) that have undergone compression and folding. If they are indeed sedimentary rocks, each layer would have been deposited horizontally, so over time they've been raised into the vertical as well as apparently undergoing compression and finer folding as well. Any geologists care to comment? The formation as seen is about 3m high.
Katy Pedley's explanation below details the interesting background to these rocks. I'm not sure whether they've survived the November 2016 earthquake that so badly affected Kaikoura.
Perhaps not the best picture you will ever see of a pine marten but this has taken me ages to get this far, from trail cam to an actual shot at night with flash, now to see how much better I can get!
The LT-12-15 was a logical progression made by Tarsin engineers. To maximize production output the decision was made to use universal chassis for the construction of Coalition armoured vehicles. This developement fueled the never ending number of variants that spawned off of a limited few base vehicles. This has led some to speculate that Coalition engineers are lazy and are unwilling to make strides in the field of tank design. Quite to the contrary, Coalition specialists simply take the best aspects from battle proven machines and build upon them. As such there are few radical differences from one tank to the next, but a relative increase in performance is seen with each new modification.
Modeled heavily on the SV-15 chassis the LT-12-15 features the important traits that Coalition vehicles posses, heavy armour, covered suspension and a sloped front glacis. The LT-12-15 is one of the more numerous tanks encountered when the imperial army mobilises. This is due to the easy conversion required to change any number of the already numerous SV-15 vehicles in the LT-12-15. It has been recounted that this simple procedure has turned the tide of many battles, most where enemies, expecting a sizable mechanised infantry force, were in fact faced with the virtual transformation of their foe into a mechanised tank army.
The LT-12-15 also sees a modest armament, though these are usually limited to what is domestically available to Imperial producers. This has lead to a general trend where outlying sectors will outfit their tanks with more economical, high velocity guns due to their low cost and ease of opperation. On the other hand wealthier sectors tend to lavish their vehicles with Plasma Cannons often purchased via trade with the Tarsin core worlds. This trend is compounded by the Tarsin army's exclusive use of plasma based main weapons. This has lead to a devastating effectiveness on the battlefield albeit at substantial cost increase and high maintenace rate.
Regardless of her deployment, the LT-12-15 maintains a high level of respect with Imperial strategists and generals, who respect the tank's versatile command of the battlefield.
Perhaps it's hoping for a date night soon, its calendar is empty...
For 125 pictures "double meanings"
Perhaps this is Northern humour? Clearly this motorcycle mechanic has added his signature to his little bit of DIY. I believe that this close up came from of all things a Vincent Rapid.
Perhaps a less well known perspective of Bodiam Castle.
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Bodiam Castle is a 14th-century moated castle near Robertsbridge in East Sussex, England. It was built in 1385 by Sir Edward Dalyngrigge, a former knight of Edward III, with the permission of Richard II, ostensibly to defend the area against French invasion during the Hundred Years' War.
"Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us, seperate, in the evening.."
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Yesterday I worked with some images of crows I shot earlier this month. I hope you like some of the results.
Corn roll - taken with Canon 70D + 18-135mm kit lens
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Hos illustratione intellectus vetante,
sujets mixtes de séparé individué similitude existence immatériels,
Wissen verständlich verschiedene Substanzen unmöglich Sinne unterschiedlich gesetzt,
эфирные тленного приобретения потенции вопреки пассивные С комментариями отвергает,
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περικυκλώνεται αναταραχές ανήσυχοι πείσει γνωστούς διεισδύει φωνές κακό,
diminutiv tiltak legater som henviser innrømmet uhøflighet mindreverdighets feil gitt,
insinuări extraordinare conturi de neegalat prezentat fast discutabil conversații falsificate,
комуникативни изобретения сметачни литература неизменно изкушен информация мистериозен,
átható jelenléte fülkék nyilvánosságra műveletek induktív módon rejtett,
判決を締結拮抗機構突起発見観客はすぐに攪拌する.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Perhaps not in the right neighbourhood as this migrating tundra swan glides past a road sign for Great Blue Heron Ct.
It was perhaps a pure chance of circumstance that I managed to arrive at the right place at the right time, even though it would have helped had I got there earlier. But considering the amazing number of things that went wrong that day, I would consider myself gifted to have widtnessed such spectacular conditions at Mono Lake, a jewel in the Eastern Sierra region.
It all started with my car battery conking out in Yosemite. And if not for AAA to help jumpstart my car and for that auto mechanic still open as we rushed to the shop and for the efficient driving skills of that trip's driving buddy, I would have never made it there.
And even as we were getting there, I could see the faint outline of a distant thunderstorm rearing its head over the dry plains east of the Sierra Nevada. And right from then, I figured something magical was about to happen. I started counting down the time to reach there: it was getting dangerously close to sunset.
As soon as we hit the parking lot, we went running towards the shore. As I approached it, I noticed that the water had a stillness that defied the weather prediction for that region. And that stillness resulted in reflections the likes of which I had never seen before! And right at that moment, the thunderstorm morphed into a beautiful orange mass of clouds that contrasted perfectly with the blue skies all around.
The many minutes I spent over there shooting the blissful scene ahead of me was rather euphoric - a great end to an exciting and miserable day!.
I shot 3 bracketed images to capture this reflection at F13 and ISO 100 and then used Photomatix to do the tone mapping.
Mono Lake Tufa State Preserve
CA USA
If you're tired of seeing my dawn and wave shots, how about some trees?! Driving past a field near Kirby Moorside, I spotted the shadows and thought - nice!
31.12.15: Ipswich, Suffolk
Hmmm. So that was 2015. Not a vintage year, perhaps. I don't think I've ever worked harder than I did this year. I can't remember the last time I worked less than a fifty hour week. I can't imagine how I ever had all the time to do the things I used to do even five years ago. It wouldn't be a surprise to discover I look ten years older than I did this time last year. Exhaustion leads to an air of anxiety. If I look like an East European football manager who's been warned by the Politburo that my team needs to start doing better in Europe, that would be why.
On the plus side, nobody close to me died, nothing went badly wrong with the house or the car. I cycled just under 5,000 miles, so I must still be reasonably fit. I finally got my City of London churches project in harness, and that should come to fruition in the New Year. I visited over a hundred Cambridgeshire churches, mostly by bike. I rediscovered Glasgow, and had fun exploring it again. I bought a lot of books and read some of them. I listened to a lot of music.
The news in 2015 was pretty much doom and gloom all the way, even though I confined myself to the 6.30am bulletin on Radio Three. Events in Paris and in the Middle East especially reminded me of WH Auden writing of the 1930s:
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
There were some chinks of light. The Climate Change agreement was signed. The Pope carried on being brilliant. The Greeks stuck two fingers up to austerity. Jeremy Corbyn won the Labour Party leadership election, confirming quite how fed up so many people, especially young people, were with the state of British politics. My beloved Cambridge United gave a good account of themselves in their first season back in the League.
And in 2016? Well, I could retire this year if I wanted to. But I won't. My daughter expects to start university in September, which is going to prove a jolly old expensive business for the next three years if her brother's time at university is anything to go by. So keep those retirement presents on hold. In return, no more selfies. I promise no more selfies.