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There was some bright green fluttering in Miss Daphne's peripheral vision... and then it stopped and held still for a moment <3
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Custom Blythe by GBaby wearing Dolliina and a cicada by MySoulDesign
Peripheral light falloff is controlled to retain brightness across the frame, and subjects located at the edge of the frame are sharp and well resolved, even when shooting at maximum aperture with focus set to infinity.
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There’s something super special about a New Zealand hoar frost to me, these are unequivocally my favourite scenes to photograph anywhere on earth, ever !
I thought to myself, what is it you like so much about these scenes, and I think the answer is four things combined - the subtle colour palette, the contrast, the soft atmospheric feel, & the fact that these images are made to be fine art prints & hung on the wall.
“Peripheral” Winter 2024’
Prints available.
El ratón o “mouse” es un periférico informático que nos ayuda enormemente como usuarios de computadoras. Hoy en día sería inconcebible manejar un ordenador y muchos de sus programas o sistemas operativos sin un ratón. Creado en los 60 en la Universidad de Stanford California, no fue hasta 1984 cuando se haría popular con el lanzamiento de la computadora Macintosh, hasta hacerse imprescindible en nuestros días - "Mouse" is a computer peripheral device that helps us tremendously as computer users. Today it would be unthinkable to use a computer and many of its programs or operating systems without a mouse. Created in the 60s in California Stanford University, it was not until 1984 when it would be popular with the release of the Macintosh computer, to become indispensable in our days
Heading north from the trans line to Neale Junction in the two GSWA Land Rovers.
I was a good tree climber.. from childhood to years of caving and some rock Climbing!
Part of my early #roundaustraliawithspelio travels…. with the #GSWANullarbor
It is a wonder I was allowed to climb the tree in a very remote part of the Nullarbor in the outback. OHS then, for the whole year!
• She sits on the edge of maybe,
where dreams drift off and just begin.
No map, no compass in her hand,
but still the courage to stand still.
She softly says, “I do not know,”
and that is all she has to show.
But in that quiet, open name,
there lies a truth without a claim.
She is no riddle to be solved,
no path that must be clearly drawn —
but a story growing gently still,
in doubt, in hope, in morning’s dawn.
As always, a huge thanks to those who stop by to view, fave and or comment! It is truly appreciated... 🙏 ❤️
Sandhamn (Swedish for "Sand Harbour") is a small settlement in the central-peripheral part of the Stockholm Archipelago in central-eastern Sweden, approximately 50 km (30 mi) east of Stockholm. Sandhamn is located on the island Sandön ("Sand Island"), which is, however, colloquially referred to as Sandhamn.
One of the most important natural ports in the archipelago with easy access to the Swedish capital, Sandhamn has been popular for pleasure boating since the late 19th century. It is known for its tavern, its clubhouse, and its harbour.
The island is approximately 9 km (5.6 mi) long and 6 km (3.7 mi) and consists mostly of sand and is dominated by beaches, dunes and especially pine forests.
Sandhamn receives an additional 100,000 visitors annually.
"Viveca Stens" popular novels come to life in "The Sandhamn Murders", a perfect mix of Nordic crime & the beautiful surroundings of the outer Stockholm archipelago.
Sandhamn (le nom veut dire port de sable) est une petite île de Suède située sur la mer Baltique. La population de ce petit port de pêcheurs n'excède pas les 110 habitants. Le tourisme y est développé grâce à des liaisons maritimes Stockholm-Sandhamn régulières en été.
Cette île est le lieu où se déroule l'action du roman La Reine de la Baltique de l'auteur Viveca Sten. Une adaptation de ce roman pour la télévision est diffusée en France sous le titre de "Meurtres à Sandhamn".
This is a computer mouse that glows when it’s in use. The orange bit pulsates. There is also a dock that charges the mouse and that is the green light on the picture. HMM
The great gate (darwaza-i rauza) that leads from the north of the jilaukhana to the garden, and ultimately to the mausoleum of Mumtaz Mahal, is a large structure with triadic openings. Looking at the south elevation, the base of the gate measures nearly 38 meters and its peripheral walls, including the cupolas, are 30 meters in height. The central pishtaq, also including the cupolas, is 33 meters in height and 19 meters wide. The gate is composed of red sandstone with decorative panels and accents in white marble. The surface treatment of the pishtaqs is elaborate: it is framed in white marble and inlaid with precious stones. Its central arch is delineated by a triple rope moulding and surrounded by a frame containing the Daybreak Sura (Sura al-Fajr) in thuluth script. The entry iwan contains muqarnas in red sandstone, which contrast with the white plaster paint outlining each segment. (The northern elevation of the gate is identical to the southern one; the lower left corner of its framed inscription also contains the signature of the calligrapher, Amanat Khan). Topping the central pishtaq is a series of eleven arches in red sandstone, capped by a chajja; eleven white marble chhatris crown the chajja. A single column rises from the pishtaq to complete each end of the arcade; this column terminates in a finial above the chhatris. This same column runs in engaged form along the height of the pishtaq itself.
Taj Mahal, the pinnacle of Mughal architecture, was built by the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan (1628-1658), grandson of Akbar the great, in the memory of his queen Arjumand Bano Begum, entitled ‘Mumtaz Mahal’. Mumtaz Mahal was a niece of empress Nur Jahan and granddaughter of Mirza Ghias Beg I’timad-ud-Daula, wazir of emperor Jehangir. She was born in 1593 and died in 1631, during the birth of her fourteenth child at Burhanpur. Her mortal remains were temporarily buried in the Zainabad garden. Six months later, her body was transferred to Agra to be finally enshrined in the crypt of the main tomb of the Taj Mahal. The Taj Mahal is the mausoleum of both Mumtaz Mahal and Shah Jahan.
The mausoleum is located on the right bank of the river Yamuna at a point where it takes a sharp turn and flows eastwards. Originally, the land where the Taj Mahal presently stands belonged to the Kachhwahas of Ajmer (Rajasthan). The land was acquired from them in lieu of four havelis as is testified by a court historian, Abdul Hamid Lahauri, in his work titled the Badshah-Namah and the firmans (royal decrees). For construction, a network of wells was laid along the river line to support the huge mausoleum buildings. Masons, stonecutters, inlayers, carvers, painters, calligraphers, dome-builders and other artisans were requisitioned from the whole of the empire and also from Central Asia and Iran. While bricks for internal constructions were locally prepared, white marble for external use in veneering work was obtained from Makrana in Rajasthan. Semi-precious stones for inlay ornamentation were brought from distant regions of India, Ceylon and Afghanistan. Red sandstone of different tints was requisitioned from the neighbouring quarries of Sikri, Dholpur, etc. It took 17 years for the monument complex to be completed in 1648.
In all, the Taj Mahal covers an area of 60 bighas, as the terrain gradually sloped from south to north, towards the river, in the form of descending terraces. At the southern point is the forecourt with the main gate in front and tombs of Akbarabadi Begum and Fatehpuri Begum, two other queens of Shah Jahan, on its south-east and south-west corners respectively called Saheli Burj 1 and 2.
On the second terrace is a spacious square garden, with side pavilions. It is divided into four quarters by broad shallow canals of water, with wide walkways and cypress avenues on the sides. The water channels and fountains are fed by overhead water tanks. These four quarters are further divided into the smaller quarters by broad causeways, so that the whole scheme is in a perfect char-bagh.
The main tomb of the Taj is basically square with chamfered corners. The minarets here are detached, facing the chamfered angles (corners) of the main tomb on the main plinth. Red sandstone mosque on the western, and Mehman-Khana on the eastern side of the tomb provides aesthetically a clear colour contrast.
The Taj has some wonderful specimens of polychrome inlay art both in the interior and exterior on the dados, on cenotaphs and on the marble jhajjhari (jali-screen) around them.
In the beginning of August, while I was driving around Straumoya, I saw something orange in my peripheral vision. But I paid attention to the road and drove a bit further.
When I looked to the left again, I realized a fox was lying there, and a second later, that it must be a cub. It was lying there, basking in the sun!
I quickly ran to the back to grab my camera, and when I came back, it was still there, "thankfully."
But my camera wouldn't focus. "Damn, I hope it's not broken."
After a few more failed attempts, it finally clicked.
My autofocus was set to 10 meters and further, "Smart guy me!" After a few shots, I got out of my camper to take a closer shot. "I hope it doesn't run away."
"It's not running away at all, it's coming closer," so close that I have to zoom out to keep it in the frame.
He sits down, leisurely and curious, staring at me. He has certainly never seen such an old sock like me before!
When I look at this image now I still feel the marvel of this wonderful encounter and the joy of seeing such a curious little animal that didn't show any anxiety at that moment.
Yesterday evening I was driving into London when I came up to a red light, there was a fair amount of traffic so I figured it might be a wait. I saw motion in my peripheral so glanced to my left where I saw 4 men in a red van, they were looking worried and motioning to my wheel, I was worried and wound down my window. Initially I smiled at them, thankful they were warning me of whatever might be wrong with my car, my smile faded rapidly as they all looked at me and, instead, started berating me with verbal sexual abuse. Completely horrendous disgusting things that that said they wanted to do to me. I turned and stared forward trying to wind my window up, I remembered pretty quickly that my window had been broken for a while now and doesn't wind up to the top without help, so I had to leave it, with a rather large gap. For the next 5 minutes I was frozen in shock and fear holding into my steering wheel staring forward willing the light to turn green so I could leave.
I don't think anyone needs to hear the specifics of the things they were saying, in the realm of how they wanted to bend me over this or that and shove things in here or there. I had a deep visceral reaction to there abuse, I was instantly shaking and felt vulnerable and targeted. It all felt so invasive.
Luckily the light turned green and I drove off towards my destination, which fortunately was a restaurant where my family was.
On the drive home a thought more about the incident, it reminded me of the recent leaked video of Presidential candidate Donald Trump. He may have passed it off as locker room banter, or that it was just words, but what his actions and thoughts and voice, what it does it condone this kind of behaviour, that other men will think this is ok. It is not ok.
As I was sat there staring forward holding back tears as they spoke those horrendous words I didn't understand, I didn't understand why they kept talking, why they kept saying more predatory sexual things, how they kept objectifying me when I was so visibly scared and upset. What humans are these?
My incident was minor but had a horribly visceral reaction, more incidents are a lot lot worse, horribly so. On reflection I will come back to how damaging videos like the one of Trump perpetuate this behaviour. If you asked those men after what they were doing, they would just say they were just being a bunch of lads, it was just banter. It should never be passed of as any of these things, as a result you are making someone physically shake, you are making them scared, feel vulnerable and frozen with fear.
This isn't acceptable.
I did post about what happen on Instagram and will say this though, for every completely shit person out there, there is also a thousand amazing people and I can't thank you enough to all those people that commented to show their mutual outrage and to see if I was ok. I am, and you all helped, thank you so much.
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Washington, Connecticut. Driving home from an errand my left peripheral vision caught these trees with the fog behind them and it took my brain about 1/4 mile to register that I should stop, get out of the truck, set up the camera on tripod and take a picture. Some days wanting to get home and warm up by the fire really gets in the way of photography, other days photography gets in the way of getting home. When these two forces hit simultaneously one is frozen and it's interesting to see what tips it one way or the other.
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If you look closely at the reflection in the eye, it's actually of the racetrack.
finally got photoshop on my laptop for a 30 day trial. I say this every time I upload but I miss flickr so much sometimes and I miss who I used to be x
One of the most rewarding joys of landscape photography for me is way it catalyzes calming, almost elementally humbling feelings. When in such locations as this shot, (Flambrough head at low tide) I feel profoundly immersed in nature and genuinely emotionally centred. It just feels ‘so right’ on many different levels. (Sorry to sound a bit like a new age eco warier so early in this post, but even the most emotionally hard street photographers amongst you, should just try at least once placing yourself in such environments to see how it feels...)
Anyway, not only does this environment help me feel calm and centred, but the very act of photographing it, offers the added caveat of immense exhilaration. Putting oneself into this dynamic environment, at dusk, at the very edge of acceptable safety, dodging waves, wading just that bit too far out and second guessing the incoming tide, has the stimulating ability to sharpen the mind. Let’s not forget dealing with the anxious feelings knowing that you’re mobile is out of signal and any form of human insurance left hours ago. Let’s not stress either, about the long slippery walk over wet seaweed encrusted rocks back to the car in the dark, (unless of course you slip within the tidal range), but your most probably going to end up alive in the morning.
But just reflecting for a moment, I’m sure that I wouldn’t make the considerably arduous effort and experience the feelings of excitement and anxiety associated with pushing oneself to the edge of acceptable risk, if I wasn’t doing it for a photographic reason. In part, it’s the very risk taking itself that inspires the deep humbling feelings of connectivity with the natural surroundings. I wouldn’t be doing this, (or experiencing what I am) if it were not for the fact that I am attempting to record the feeling photographically. Yes I could connect with my inner calma and tune my sharks in other ways and do yoga overlooking a setting sun to really connect with the oneness of nature, (believe me I’ve seen people doing it) but I wouldn’t be pushing myself towards feeling this unique type of exhilaration. It would be a little strange to be there at dusk sometimes a little too deep in choppy seas, really observing the natural rhythms of nature without having a reason for looking. The desire to seek out this in our environment, even with camera gear strapped to my back, has actually helped catalyse a deeper feel a oneness with the environment. It’s as close to a meditation experience I can admit to here in public. Anyway as I said, there are many reasons for my photographic obsessing, but in part anyway this exhilaration is often overlooked as one of those justifications.
Now turning to this shot in greater depth, the range of subtle colours generated in this location amazed me. Flambrough is fundamentally white chalk cliffs and this does wondrous things to the reflected and refracted light, especially in the water. Light just bounces around, even when there isn’t much around, creating much more depth and range of colours. With this particular evening the sunset didn’t really materialise, (shame as the previous evening there was a speculator dramatic light show but for the sake of my marriage, I only saw it through my peripheral vision) but in a gritted teeth mature way, I’m kind of glad that I ended up here on this evening. It offered me the opportunity to appreciate the subtler more calming experiences. Something that as I get older I’m enjoying much more, who knows I may even put the camera on timed release next time and adopt the lotus position to record my tree hugging development.
From my analog archives, the Sigma 3 was being used for real time data collection and analysis in life sciences R&D. It had 64k of IRON core memory. It was taken in September of 1978 in Skokie, illinois. Initially the Sigma line of scientific real time computers was used to collect and analyze telemetry data from early US satellites. On the far left of the frame, the papers are taped to a Xerox 530 which we used as the development environment.
There's a story here. One of the values of visiting the same location very often is that the mind -- the subconscious perhaps -- makes a map of sorts. When one sees something which is new to the area, out of place, disjointed, the mind notices.
Walking through the upper woods, mostly watching the tree tops for the Great Horned Owl, my peripheral vision noted something out of place...at a distance. I did a bit of a double take, looked through the lens, and realized I was seeing a Red-Tail sitting on a log. I shot some frames; the motor drive sound spooked it, and I kept shooting as it lifted off. I was SO fortunate.
This is, I'm reliably told, a juvenile Krider's (pale morph) Red-Tailed Hawk.
You can see the hawk bump on the log which peripheral vision noticed in the distance, in the top comment box photo below.
Mercantour National Park (French: Parc national du Mercantour) is one of the ten national parks of France. Since it was created in 1979, the Mercantour Park has proven popular, with 800,000 visitors every year enjoying the 600 km of marked footpaths and visiting its villages.
The protected area covers some 685 km², consisting of a central uninhabited zone comprising seven valleys - Roya, Bévéra, Vésubie, Tinée, Haut Var/Cians (in the Alpes-Maritimes) plus Verdon and Ubaye (in the Alpes-de-Haute-Provence) - and a peripheral zone comprising 28 villages. Many of them are perched villages,such as Belvédère at the entrance to the spectacular Gordolasque valley, concealing great architectural riches (numerous churches decorated with murals and altar pieces by primitive Niçois painters). More than 150 rural sites are located within the Park. Around Mont Bégo there are petroglyphs pecked out on schist and granite faces. They have been dated from the late Neolithic and Bronze Ages.
In the heart of this setting of vertiginous summits (including Mont Gélas (obscured by clouds here), the highest point in the Maritime Alps at 3,143 m), lies a gem listed as a Historical Monument, the famous Vallée des Merveilles (out of view to the upper right), the aptly named "valley of marvels". At the foot of Mont Bégo, climbers can admire some 37,000 petroglyphs dating back to the Bronze Age, representing weapons, cattle and human figures that are sometimes very mysterious. A less challenging destination is the Musée des Merveilles at Tende.
In addition to the holm oak, the Mediterranean olive tree, rhododendrons, firs, spruces, swiss pines and above all larches, the Mercantour is also endowed with more than 2,000 species of flowering plants, 200 of which are very rare: edelweiss and martagon lily are the best known, but there is also saxifrage with multiple flowers, houseleek, moss campion and gentian offering a multi-coloured palette in the spring. The Mercantour is the site of a large-scale All Taxa Biodiversity Inventory and Monitoring programme to identify all its living species, organised by the European Distributed Institute of Taxonomy.
Walkers may easily glimpse a chamois, several thousand of which live in the park and may often hear the whistling of marmots. The ermine is rarer (and more furtive), as is the ibex and the mouflon, although with a little luck you may be able to observe them during the coolest parts of the day in the summer. There is a tremendous variety of wildlife in the Mercantour: Red Deer and Roe Deer in the undergrowth, hares and wild boars, partridges, Golden Eagles and Buzzards, numerous species of butterflies and even about 50 Italian Wolves (which migrated there at the beginning of the nineties). A Wolves Centre welcomes visitors in Saint-Martin-Vésubie.
The Maritime Alps are a mountain range in the southwestern part of the Alps. They form the border between the French region of Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur and the Italian regions of Piedmont and Liguria. They are the southernmost part of the Alps.
Administratively the range is divided between the Italian provinces of Cuneo and Imperia (eastern slopes) and the French department of Alpes-Maritimes (western slopes).
The Maritime Alps are drained by the rivers Roya, Var and Verdon and their tributaries on the French side; by the Stura di Demonte and other tributaries of the Tanaro and Po on the Italian side. There are many attractive perched villages, such as Belvédère at the entrance to the spectacular Gordolasque valley, some concealing unexpected architectural riches (for example in the south there are numerous churches decorated with murals and altar pieces by primitive Niçois painters).
Parc national du Mercantour est l'un des dix parcs nationaux de France. Depuis sa création en 1979, le Parc du Mercantour a prouvé populaire, avec 800 000 visiteurs chaque année profiter des 600 km de sentiers balisés et visiter ses villages.
La zone protégée couvre environ 685 km², composé d'une zone inhabitée central comprenant sept vallées de la Roya -, la Bévéra, Vésubie, Tinée, Haut Var / Cians (dans les Alpes-Maritimes), plus Verdon et l'Ubaye (dans les Alpes-de-Haute- Provence) - et une zone périphérique comprenant 28 villages. Beaucoup d'entre eux sont perchés les villages, comme Belvédère à l'entrée de la vallée de la Gordolasque spectaculaire, cachant de grandes richesses architecturales (nombreuses églises décorées de fresques et retables de peintres primitifs niçois). Plus de 150 sites ruraux sont situés dans le parc. Autour du Mont Bégo il ya pétroglyphes piquetées sur schiste et de granit visages. Ils ont été datés de la fin du Néolithique et l'Age de Bronze.
Au cœur de ce cadre de sommets vertigineux (y compris Mont Gélas (obscurci par les nuages ici), le point le plus élevé dans les Alpes Maritimes à 3143 m), se trouve un joyau classé Monument Historique, la célèbre Vallée des Merveilles (hors de la vue en haut à droite), la «vallée des merveilles» porte bien son nom. Au pied du Mont Bégo, les grimpeurs peuvent admirer quelques 37 000 pétroglyphes datant de l'âge du bronze, représentant des armes, des bovins et des figures humaines qui sont parfois très mystérieuse. Une destination moins difficile est le musée des Merveilles de Tende à.
En plus le chêne vert, l'olivier méditerranéen, rhododendrons, sapins, épicéas, pins suisses et surtout les mélèzes, le Mercantour est également doté de plus de 2000 espèces de plantes à fleurs, dont 200 sont très rares: edelweiss et lys martagon sont les plus connus, mais il est aussi saxifrage à fleurs multiples, joubarbe, silène acaule et gentiane offrant une palette multicolore au printemps. Le Mercantour est le site d'une grande échelle par les taxons biodiversité programme d'inventaire et de surveillance pour identifier tous ses espèces vivantes, organisé par l'Institut européen de Taxonomie.
Les marcheurs peuvent facilement apercevoir un chamois, plusieurs milliers de qui vivent dans le parc et peut souvent entendre le sifflement des marmottes. L'hermine est plus rare (et plus furtif), tout comme le bouquetin et le mouflon, mais avec un peu de chance vous pourrez peut-être de les observer pendant les heures les plus fraîches de la journée en été. Il ya une grande variété de la faune dans le Mercantour: Red Deer et de chevreuils dans le sous-bois, les lièvres et les sangliers, perdrix, Golden Eagles et des buses, de nombreuses espèces de papillons et même environ 50 loups italiens (qui ont migré là au début de les années nonante). Un Centre des Loups accueille les visiteurs à Saint-Martin-Vésubie.
Les Alpes-Maritimes sont une chaîne de montagnes dans la partie sud-ouest des Alpes. Ils forment la frontière entre la région française de Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur et les régions italiennes du Piémont et de la Ligurie. Ils sont la partie la plus au sud des Alpes.
Administrativement la gamme est divisée entre les provinces italiennes de (pentes orientales) Cuneo et Imperia et du département français des Alpes-Maritimes (versant ouest).
Les Alpes Maritimes sont drainés par les rivières de la Roya, Var et du Verdon et leurs affluents du côté français; par la Stura di Demonte et autres affluents du Tanaro et le Pô sur le versant italien. Il ya beaucoup de villages perchés attrayantes, comme le Belvédère à l'entrée de la vallée de la Gordolasque spectaculaire, quelques richesses architecturales dissimulant inattendus (par exemple dans le sud, il ya de nombreuses églises décorées de fresques et retables de peintres primitifs niçois).