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Peripheral vision can be a cruel mistress at times. I spotted this backlit rascal (class of 2023) and for a split second I thought it was an owl observing my steps.
Hummingbird and Apple Blossoms
Martin Johnson Heade American
1875
A peripheral member of the Hudson River School, Heade was unique in giving equal attention to landscape and still life throughout his career. He was devoted to natural history and first painted apple blossoms around 1865, when he included them in his extensive series of works featuring hummingbirds in a variety of habitats. In this example, the hummingbird is perched on a lower branch and silhouetted against the sky, as recommended by the English critic John Ruskin. The blossoms appear freshly studied from nature and have a light and airy mien, especially against the thick shroud of storm clouds.
Gazania rigens (syn. G. splendens), sometimes called treasure flower, is a species of flowering plant in the family Asteraceae, native to coastal areas of southern Africa. It is naturalised elsewhere and is widely cultivated as an ornamental plant.
Gazania rigens is a spreading, low-growing, half-hardy perennial, growing to 50 cm (20 in) tall and wide, with blue-grey foliage and brilliant yellow, daisy-like composite flowerheads throughout the summer. It is a herbaceous plant that is perennial in South Africa and in the Mediterranean regions, and annual in the gardens of colder regions. It rarely exceeds 30 cm (12 in) and forms tufts, often very abundant. Its leaves all basal, numerous, narrow and more or less lanceolate, usually entire, sometimes pennatilobed. The obverse of the leaves is shiny green, the lapel grayish white.
Like all compounds, gazania flowers in flower heads that are often taken for simple flowers. The capitula are solitary at the end of peduncles just beyond the leaves. Each capitulum is formed by a central disc of tubular flowers, surrounded by ligulate peripheral flowers, whose color is very variable. The orange-yellow flowers are however the most numerous, often with black spots at the base of the ligules. The fruit is an achene, containing several seeds.
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Appleby-in-Westmorland, Cumbria, England
Picture No: 2023-05-11-6730_P_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
Digital lens optimizer: Yes (50)
Diffraction correction: Yes
Chromatic aberration: Yes (100)
Color blur: Yes
Peripheral illumination: Yes (70)
Distortion: Yes (100)
Brightness: 0
White balance: Auto (White priority)
Fine tune: Not changed (0.0 / 0.0)
Picture style: Neutral
Gamma: Auto (Not changed)
Contrast: 0
Shadow: 0
Highlight: 0
Color tone: 0
Color saturation: 0
Sharpness: Yes (Unsharp mask)
Strength: 3
Fineness: 1
Thresholt: 3
Cropping: Bit cropped
Angle: 0
No photomontage.
Colors not changed
Framed in Photoshop 6
Bear Creek last night.
No storms in the area, but this ominous cloud moved slowly from the west.
Large view: www.flickr.com/photos/becca3k/5099372996/sizes/l/
Zamosc, eastern Poland.
Picture 2021-11-04-4332_P_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
Digital lens optimizer: Yes (50)
Diffraction correction: Yes
Chromatic aberration: Yes (100)
Color blur: Yes
Peripheral illumination: No (reduced to 0)
Distortion: Yes (100)
Brightness: +0.17
White balance: Auto (White priority)
Fine tune: Not changed (0.0 / 0.0)
Picture style: Neutral
Gamma: Auto (Not changed)
Contrast: 0
Shadow: +1
Highlight: 0
Color saturation: 0
Sharpness: Yes (Unsharp mask)
Strength: 3
Fineness: 1
Thresholt: 3
Cropping: Bit cropped
Angle: +0.20
No photomontage.
Framed in Photoshop 6
Whilst wandering around Burnham Beeches, just on the edge of your peripheral vision, you can often catch a fleeting glimpse of Little Red Riding Hood skipping happily through the woods singing to herself - next time I'll shout a warning, I promise.
And just beyond the next glade is a view through the tangled undergrowth to Sleeping Beauty's Castle. You know it's there...somewhere.
And so it probably is, in the cinema at least, Burnham's beauty's appearing in many films, large and small.
Burnham is close to Pinewood Studios - at the moment dominated by Disney - and many of the traditional, smaller film studios (now mostly absorbed like Denham, London and Bray) were nearby.
Recently, new studios have arrived near Pinewood to take advantage of the pool of freelance talent, and with CGI and every other technical marvel now available to them, the traditional sprawling 'back lots' are now no longer needed.
Filming in the woods however is strictly controlled; the natural environment, wildlife and delicate root systems of the trees taking precedence over the great thumping, myopic demands of a film production unit.
©Jane Brown2016 All Rights Reserved. This image is not available for use on websites, blogs or other media without explicit written permission
for the robin to find the meal worms . . .
I haven't taken photos today as I've been finishing putting the garden to bed for the winter and mulching. And then I put up my new bird feeders. I have one that is made from fat balls on the clematis obelisk - this is meant for small birds such as bluetits and the sweet wren that I've seen several times . . . just the size of a walnut with wings. And then I've put one near the shed, near the ground for meal worms to feed the robin who comes to visit me when I'm gardening. Robins are ground feeders, so this is placed an inch from the ground. Robins have marvellous peripheral vision. He was particular to look round the other side of the shed to make sure there was no lurking cat before tucking in. And then minutes later he found the fat ball too!
Just returned from Venice, such a wonderful city to have the camera. Over the next few weeks I will post my shots. I hope they show a "Slice of Venetian Life" away from classic tourism.
Thanks for your comments and continuing support....Robbie
Raiford Heavy Bomber
The Raiford was a Modec stratobomber on contract from the Peripheral States. A staple of the Periphery Nuclear Air Command, it played a vital role in patrolling the Goznian frontier.
In an era of outlandish experimental aircraft with primitive Tri-Fibulators and foccils, the Raiford’s crabwheels and skin undulations did not prevent it from being a relatively ordinary bomber.
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The aircraft’s 4500 parts make it just barely larger than my battlecruiser, which previously was my biggest digital model. The wings were the most difficult section to build, having both anhedral and a high angle of incidence with the fuselage.
(obviously just a B-52, made legally distinct for wargaming purposes)
The Church of the Holy Apostles, right on the Greek-Albanian border, in the village of Molyvdoskepasto in the Municipality of Konitsa in the peripheral unit of Ioannina in Epirus is a very important and admirable post-Byzantine monument built in 1537 according to an lintel inscription
Καὶ περὶ ἐνδύματος τί μεριμνᾶτε; καταμάθετε τὰ κρίνα τοῦ ἀγροῦ πῶς αὐξάνει· οὐ κοπιᾷ οὐδὲ νήθει· λέγω δὲ ὑμῖν ὅτι οὐδὲ Σολομὼν ἐν πάσῃ τῇ δόξῃ αὐτοῦ περιεβάλετο ὡς ἓν τούτων.
Κατά Ματθαίον (στ΄ 22-33)
And why do you care about clothes? You have seen the lilies of the field grow, neither toil nor toil, but I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
According to Matthew (pp. 22-33)
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What determines a memorable photoshoot is not always the subject and the number images cluttering up my SD card. Sometimes it’s the peripheral events. In this case is it was (in order):
- Being part of a multi-car police chase as the rozzers take down a well-known ageing drug lord, Mrs Marple, for running County Lines
- Discovering my blind-when-not-wearing-his-glasses photo-buddy what steering the boat to Belgium while I was engaged in a deep conversation the Captain and 1st Mate that my buddy really was a responsible and highly trained eminent NHS professional and therefore allowed to take control of the vessel.
- Meeting a septuplet of Timothy Taylors in a Rodney, along with Alan Carr
- Using all my Bear Grills survival skill to forage for nuts and crisps on discovering the Panda was closed
- Meeting Mr Taylor again in a Hussar, along with Alan Carr, and then getting into a few rounds of “home concoction” shots with a barman.
- Missing the planned next-morning dawn shoot by four hours and then spending the next four trying to piece together the fragmented snatches of memories to work out what happened the previous evening
- The obligatory stopping at every motorway service station on the way home to replenish the lifesaving jumbo carton of vanilla milkshake and expunge our bodies of the cumulated toxins from the night before.
And to quote the brilliant song by The Lancaster Hotpots, “It were a brilliant night.”
This image has been in my ‘edited folder’, for some time now. This ‘edited folder’ acts as a stopgap between, leaving the raw file in the original folder, (never to see the light of my laptop again) and deciding to do something with it, postproces and show to you guys. I like to have this middle ground as a reflective space, kind of giving myself some time to digest the images merits. Ironically, leaving the image there for a short time helps distance me from the initial passion that I’ve experienced when making the image, so I’m able to objectively see, (in the cold light of day) if the image transfers the same set of emotive attributes, (that initially brought me to visualise then execute it) are still present when you take ‘me’ out of the equation. This process is a way of attempting to empathically see the image from the viewer’s perspective, to discern if the image in its self, removed from my immediate perception, will catalyse the same emotions I felt for the real experience.
The process of reflection inevitably means that some images, that I consider to be interesting in some way, don’t make it past this self initiated quality control filter. By quality control, I don’t mean technical issues, (they are sifted out when I first view the raw files) but conceptual, compositional, unusual, dramatic, mystical, subtle, merit (I could go on but I won’t).
Now sadly this process, like my mind, is not totally organised, (I do hope I haven’t given a misleading impression of that here). I generally use my gut feeling to guide these exceptionally difficult editing choices, but sometimes for reason it’s often hard to put those choices into words and some images in this folder I’m just not sure about. Now I could just make another folder that is in-between the ‘edited folder’ and call it ‘almost sure this is what I want to show the world, but not quite’ but that would be taking my occasional challenging indecisiveness to a new level of obsession.
now this might not seem like a big problem to some of you out there, and its only myself imposed desire to present a personal vision on the world that is extra special to me, that keeps me worrying about this type of thing, ho yes let’s not forget the rewards from the fascinating learning process I encounter as a pleasant by-product. But I suppose what I’m trying to do here, is attempt to analyse, then organise my own thought processes in order to make stronger emotive photographs.
Some of you may think that I write so much in accompaniment to the imagery I present, because I want to offer my views, or help others learn from my mistakes, or to initiate debate, (and you’d be partly correct). But a significant part of the reason for writing this text is to try and illuminate my own thought processes in order to hone them. I’m attempting to reflect in order to develop. (On a side note I’ve long taken the piss out of people who say they are trying to find themselves, but it appears that I’m now one of those people, so joke away!)
This complex set of personal, often subconscious filters, from where to soot, what time of day, how to compose, what subjects we choose, what equipment, what environment, what season, to what we decide to edit, how we edit, how when then present it and what text goes along with it, (to name a few), all ensure that we present only the imagery that fits our current artistic vision.
Furthermore by analysing this process in depth, I feel that I’m able to feed the reflected ideas back into the subconscious decisions I take whilst on location, to make the subconscious coconscious and artistic vision constructively directed.
Anyway this image was taken at Sandsend a few weeks ago. The conditions were perfect, (for my current artistic vision), as it was very stormy and the low light and heavy clouds, offered a wonderfully dramatic setting. Now as you can imagine I was excited to explore this photographically and quickly began working before the fast moving circumstances changed. Then unusually for this beach, I happened on another photographer, who began to set up his large format camera in my profiroll vision. now because the conditions were so special, I didn’t go over and talk to him, as I usually would have, but continued working and told myself that when the rainbow disappears id go over and reflect on the amazing circumstances. Now as this conflict was working its way thought my mind, it began to rain. I didn’t care, as I was enjoying myself so much that I didn’t want to end the experience, but secondly, I was already wet through from being just that bit too deep in the sea, for the waves to stay beneath my wellies. Anyway when it began spitting, the for mentioned large format photographer, packed up and disappeared before I could break off and have a chat.
Now I respect that camera equipment and water don’t mix, especially sea water, and that due to the very dark clouds, there may have been good reason to assume that the heavens were about to open. So I understand the other photographer’s decision to make for his car, but I don’t understand that in such fantastic conditions, an obviously committed large format photographer (well so I assumed from the size of his expensive gear), not wanting to seize the moment. I wish I could have had a chance to talk to that guy, and who knows it might be you, but if it is, you missed a great opportunity to feel the rawness of nature. Anyway I wonder what you thought of me on that day? Maybe I will one day find out (o:
Big Sky taken with Canon 11-24 lens at 11 mm. Used Fotodiox Wonderpana XL 3 stop ND grad filter. Had to very carefully select position to avoid any peripheral objects, a challenge when working this wide.
A peripheral bull drooling from testosterone build up. One of the most photogenic bulls with interesting behavior I saw this past fall, but could not get together with him often enough for long enough! All rights reserved.
my office? well, I could have shown you a desk and some books, the requisite computer and photo gear... a place of work... but this is where I'd rather be.
** WARNING ** - Squeamish People Should Avoid Viewing This Video!
This story began here and ends with this video.
This drama has ended. Life returns to normal, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof.
peripheral abstractions @ wayside
Sculpture "Blätterdach" by Cornelia Müller
Park Rosenhöhe, Darmstadt
Zamosc. South Poland.
Picture No: 2021-10-24-3290_P2_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
brightness: +0.50
contrast: +1
shadow: +1
highlight: 0
color saturation: 0
peripheral illumination: 100
white balance not changed
a few pixels cropped.
A few artefact removed from the soil.
No photomontage.
Framed in Photoshop 6
Zamosc. Eastern Poland.
Picture No: 2021-09-25-2042_P2_FS
Edited in Canon DPP 4:
peripheral illumination reduced to 0
white balance adjusted
brightness: 0
contrast: +2
shadow: -2
highlight: 0
Cropped.
No photomontage.
Colors not modified.
Framed in Photoshop 6
Adrenalin junkies fret hormones from the peripheral morons
Is this soccer?
Tickle me. I don't know.
But I do know that these boys are not so crazy about some Michael Owen or
some David Beckham. I DO know that that there is no fanfare of spectators...
Nor is this any carpet grassed Million Dollar stadium, nor is anybody wearing
any crude designer jerseys.
Why, then? You may ask, is this game any more special than the other.
The answer lies in the mind.
It is a powerful, mind intoxicating game that requires total commitment from
the brain and the body.
The brain pumps hormones to fire-up vital organs such as the
heart, lungs and kidneys which team-up with the physical body to become one
powerful machine capable of cutting through rays of light.
It is the right game for the right situation.
The only game perhaps, these boys can count on, for some enthusiasm,
in a life of misery.
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1. 130 of the Worlds most powerful leaders meet in New York, USA.
The distinguished people play a game of deceit, shrewdness and
procrastination which is coherent with some political agenda.
2. A bunch of young, homeless boys meet at the local playground.
The boys play a high-caliber game that tells them to live it up!
Forget the misery - Fuck everything else.
Both are games. Both are real.
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FACT: Nine months on after the deadly tsunami in Asia, little is being done
to help ease the inconveniences of the deprived. Entire island communities
have been relocated and housed in cardboard sheds, (background in the pic.)
with few or no Amenities.
Sad.
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19:09:05
'Cityscape'
Billboards and neon assault peripheral vision,
Jarring desultory eyes of riders as
Transit emits the weary and the worn for
Another day of writhing in the traces.
Wave after wave of busses and train cars
Invade the city each workday.
Din increases as cars honk and jostle for
First place at red lights and stop signs
Amidst the jaywalking daredevils,
Or distracted walkers captivated
By cell phone offerings.
Pigeons warm themselves at grates
Before another day foraging and flapping.
Graffiti adorns alleys and seedy storefronts,
Sometimes astonishing in concept and colour.
Coffee shops clutter each corner
With caffeine offerings for the insensible.
The hesitant notes of a saxophone
Ululates blues notes for coins or bills.
Night retreats as light decreases the shadows.
A wan orb begins to warm the streets.
The acrid stench of human waste and rotting produce
Waft from garbage bins behind convenience stores.
Pedestrians stream around and into cement towers.
Trees strain a choked photosynthesis in the urban air.
Sparrow flit desperately
From sparse crumb to sparse bush.
Beggars hope for change
Either in their lives or from strange hands.
Progress, indeed.
Survival isn’t much to live for.
©C.Hill
2021
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- Timmins, Ontario, Canada -
My contribution to the Here comes the night blurb book. Special thanks Mikel and Andrés tumblr http://herecomesthenight.tumblr.com/
Personal projet
Rolleiflex MX-EVS Xenar f 3,5.
Fuji 160 Pro S
© Copyright A Pendleton 2009 Caught this shot out the corner of my eye as I walked passed it at a local garden centre, I had already asked for permission to take some shots so . . .Walla :) Hope you like it..
From my analog archives, a Xerox 530 computer is in the foreground, the Sigma 3 is in the background. Thanks for having a look. The 530 uses solid state memory along with other more "modern" components than the Sigma 3. They used the same instruction set and operating systems, thus we used the 530 for software development. This was taken in Skokie, Illinois at a life sciences R&D facility.