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Now that I have finally ventured into the world of post-processing, I find myself questioning how every photo I take might look with some "added attractions," and find myself in Picnik fiddling around daily to some extent. This is a case in point. Until recently I would have been perfectly happy with the featured image...an accurate depiction of the scene outside my front door. And I am happy with it. And was determined just to post it and be done with it. But I just couldn't resist "wondering" and ended up with no less than 14 versions of the same image...one shown below...and there could have been many more.
I could be wrong, but my guess is that most will prefer the comment photo and I still am uncertain as to whether I'm comfortable with that. No longer is it a simple judgement of "good or bad" but rather "I wonder what I might be able to do with that." Whereas I used to delete 75% of my shots, I now save almost all of them thinking I could salvage or transform them somehow with a few clicks of the mouse. I suppose intellectually that is not a bad thing in that it keeps the old brain working and provides an opportunity to be more creative...tho it does impact the original by the supposition that it can always be "improved" upon and is just too "plain" as taken.
The use of tripod is a no no no... if you get caught you better be ready for a police questioning
I actually got caught using tripod by a female us capitol police. she told me that I couldn't use a tripod and that i need to have a permit in order to use a tripod, even though I was across the street. but she was a nice police officer and let me use it for a couple more shots. but two other guys standing behind me who were also using tripod were told to pack up and leave. what a nice girl she was... i even took a photo of her
i love this innocent polite questioning look she gives me. there is a frog that lives in our pond (located at the bottom of the pic) and she always looks for it . if she hasn't found it yet, i will go help her look for it and point it out to her when i find it. we search together for the hiding frog, but while we're searching she occasionally looks up at me with this face to see if i've found it or not. it just kills me! she's so unbelievably sweet. i've always wished i could take a picture of her looking at me like this, but never had a camera in my hands. finally i remembered to have it ready and this is the only shot i got (well, with her face actually in it, as i was shooting blindly). when she finds the frog they have the longest stare downs! she slowly inches closer and closer and the frog just sits there until they are just inches apart and finally it goes under water and swims away, or if it's outside of the pond, it leaps in. then we get to look for it all over again!
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(Agalychnis callidryas) Many scientists believe the red-eyed tree frog developed its vivid scarlet peepers to shock predators into at least briefly questioning their meal choice.
These iconic rain-forest amphibians sleep by day stuck to leaf-bottoms with their eyes closed and body markings covered. When disturbed, they flash their bulging red eyes and reveal their huge, webbed orange feet and bright blue-and-yellow flanks. This technique, called startle coloration, may give a bird or snake pause, offering a precious instant for the frog to spring to safety.
Their neon-green bodies may play a similar role in thwarting predators. Many of the animals that eat red-eyed tree frogs are nocturnal hunters that use keen eyesight to find prey. The shocking colors of this frog may over-stimulate a predator's eyes, creating a confusing ghost image that remains behind as the frog jumps away.
Red-eyed tree frogs, despite their conspicuous coloration, are not venomous. They are found in tropical lowlands from southern Mexico, throughout Central America, and in northern South America. Nocturnal carnivores, they hide in the rain forest canopy and ambush crickets, flies, and moths with their long, sticky tongues.
Red-eyed tree frogs are not endangered. But their habitat is shrinking at an alarming rate, and their highly recognizable image is often used to promote the cause of saving the world's rain forests. (National Geographic)
it's around 8 at night ,i am writing this at a coffee shop borrowing wi-fi.
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the other day i've noticed one thing.
the more i upload new one, the more old one will disappear.
and i thought it would be better to choose unuploading , to leave histories here as much as possible :)
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in 2010, i began questioning everything and leaving most of the things and people around. mean while , i started showing to strangers . and the tool was this ''flickr'' .
i didn't have any goals or purpose , i just tried doing.
and before i knew it, i had come to know some people and their work. and i felt some people had come to recognize me.
sometimes i totally messed up and made some people have very bad feeling(i'm very sorry about this...) .
anyway,now ,8 years later, i'm writing this to actual people, not to "air''.
it is difficult for me to continue things. i couldn't keep other web service. but i didn't destroy this flickr. i wonder why.
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looking all my flickr uploading, i can see i progressed ,a lot. it's very interesting to watch my work(self prase). and i was happy to have conversations here as "an artist".
but as you might know i'm not eating by this. maybe because i'm too careful ,too traumatic , too emotionally unstable or just my work or ability are not enough, or i haven't found the suitable way for me yet, .
in any case, the fact is i'm just a middle aged Japanese job skipper .
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i held brushes for the first time in a while these days.
i painted and painted pretending there was no pressing letters in my mailbox, pretending there was no fact that i had to move out the new room getting involved the trouble which my blood-relation made , pretending i was surrounded by understanding and pretending there was nothing to worry about.
and all i knew was, whatever happened or unhappened , " i can paint" or i should or must .and i was so happy to think about creation.even though it might take years more to have time for again.
then i've recieved the flickr information www.flickr.com/photos/cozueee/45228375184/in/dateposted/
and thought about a lot of wonderful experiences i had here.
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i will try sorting out old uploadings, but it seems very troublesome and more time needed to leave best 1,000 moments here ...and i am going to be a residential labor soon ,again ( i have to become a different animal to be...),
i have other famous popular sns accounts but i'm not going to use any of them like i did in flickr. each one has each characteristic. and i use them, but i don't ask them to be "flickr" for me.
i do like seeing wonderful works all around the world, and will watch them here. i really love to see people's work and i am so grateful that there are so many people on earth making,seeing,painting,sculping and drawing . i really am.
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i tried to write straight out from my mind , it was difficult..,
i will update my "about" page if i feel up to.
talking about flickr one more thing, i don't care about my uploads being deleted because i have originals in my box. but "comments""time""moments""feeling between the lines" are UNDOWNLOADABLE. i hope there is someone in flickr staffs caring about that.
thank you for reading and excuse my English,
and thank you for making me feel i am an artist.
it's11pm now.
Cozue Endoh
Nov.26 2018
The June issue of my journal, The Question Mark, explores this question at questioning.org/Jun2023/home.html
The photo above, probably taken by my father, showed the home where I spent my early days, enjoying swimming, fishing and water skiing on the waters of Greenwich Cove.
I no longer think of this as home, as I have wandered hither and yon with my three cats, and have come to understand how we might create home wherever we live.
And sometimes, when romance is especially warm, we might feel most at home in our lover's arms, as expressed in the poem below.
Next to you
Lying next to you
I melt
Softened by your heat
I am butter soaking into toast
I am man loving woman
I am sun sinking into ocean
A sky ablaze with rose-tinted light
Waking next to you
I linger
Savoring your touch
Your scent
Your gentle breathing
In and out
At home in my arms
Sleeping the deep sleep
Living next to you
My palette is more vivid
My palate more complex
Life is shining and exuberant
Time slowed
Rhythm quickened
Pulse intense
Writing next to you
My words flow like a swollen river
Poem after poem after poem
As love and passion press me like a lemon
And juice pours out
Lyrically
While I surrender
Thankfully
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
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Usually, street portraits focus on the faces... Here, what first struck me about these two young women was the size of one of their rucksacks!
Red Herrings :
Act Four - Deliverance
It was not until late Sunday afternoon that the first real break came in the case.
The sergeant detective with the constable in tow had arrived at the directors London town house.
Even though a search warrant was still forthcoming, they joined forces with the London constable and tried the doors and windows, only to find them all securely fastened.
The three policemen were all huddled at the back of the house when they heard a car pull up on the graveled drive way. Going around they saw a late model green jaguar parked, and a tall, thin bearded man in his fifties pulling a suitcase out of the boot as he was eyeing the collection of police cars in the driveway.
Immediately the unsuspecting chap found himself surrounded by police officials waving identification cards in his face.
He identified himself, and turned out to indeed be the director of the test filming that had been taken at St. David’s. He was taken inside for a quick questioning as to where the film crew and his female assistant could be found, along with the were bouts of the van could be found. The quite flabbergasted director gave them all the information without hesitation.
This information was relayed back to Eastminster police CID and officials were dispatched to collect the wayward members of the film crew, equipment and the van …
As the London detective stayed to search the directors house, the director was placed, sputtering, into the back of the police detective sergeants car, along with all of his luggage, and driven back to headquarters to be interviewed.
The officers had not talked about the case, and the director on the drive back appeared to know nothing of it, and appeared( or feigned) ignorance as to why he was being treated like a common criminal!
Once they arrived, he was hustled into an interview room, where the Chief inspector interviewed him personally.
The director demanded to know what the purpose of all this was. But his request was ignored and he was asked to explain his activities over the weekend.
The director, his assistant and the two camera men had driven from London on Friday evening and had occupied a townhouse of a friend’s. It was a well-known fact that when away on a shoot he always stayed at friends or rented a private home, detesting hotels as filthy public places!
Leaving their cars parked at the townhouse, the director and his assistant had driven down early Saturday morning in the van. They had gone up and scouted the area, took some shots, figured out camera placement and angles, before going back into town for supper. Afterwards they had driven right to the hotel, met the limo picking up the two actors he had hired, and left for the function.
They had had to take a shortcut due to construction, and the limo had suffered a flat trye along the rather deserted country lane they found themselves taking. Changing the flat had caused them to arrive much later than anticipated.
Then after the filming, and the impromptu autograph session, the limo had driven the actors back, and they had taken the van back to the townhouse. Where the had spent the evening and some of the morning editing the film. Then after a late lunch, they had all split up and headed home.
No, nothing unusual was seen on the film.
I need to see that film sir, where is it?
Unfortunately, it had been collected that morning, , The director had been able to give the description. It was the red-haired assistant to the producer who had picked it up. She had been wearing driving gloves, black leather jacket over a green frock, dark glasses, and her hair was done up and covered with a long green scarf.
He was asked to tell his story from the beginning, as the Chief Inspector silently cursed that the film was not yet in their possession…
The director was first contacted a month ago by a dark skinned young man wearing dark tinted glasses, looking in appearance like a young harry Belafonte with a smartly trimmed beard, and a thick Scottish accent.
The description closely resembled that of the Romeo in the fancy tux who was suspected as being light fingered.
Accompanying him was his red headed secretary with thick glasses that gave her an almost owl like appearance.
He had said he was form a small independent studio and offered £ 25000 for a test shoot, £ 15000 before, £ 10000 after the film and negatives were received by his secretary. He told them the avenue for the test film had to be done in the chamber and garden pagoda at St Davids…
No, they had not met at his London townhouse. The meeting had taken place at a restaurant. He had received a contract the next day by post. Kept his copy, signed and returned the other. No he had not kept the envelope, or noticed the postal mark. Yes he could have his assistant produce the contract if needed. A money order for £ 15000 was received the following day.
The Detective Chief Inspector had a notion, and after asking a few pertinent questions, the producer realized that it had been the man who had suggested the figure to offer the bishop..
Didn’t you find it odd, asked the Chief Inspector, that he wanted the film right away? He wanted to see it raw, didn’t want to pay anything extra for editing or such the director answered, if you work in the industry ling enough, request like that are anything but out of the ordinary, its the nature of the beast one must simply accept it as such and just as told.
But you said you did edit some of the film. Yes, the director admitted, just curious as to how it all came out. And, again, no one saw anything out of the ordinary? inquired the Chief Inspector.
No, as I told you, answered the director, a puzzled look on his face, just what is all this on about anyway?
But the Chief Inspector saw no reason as of yet to enlighten the director on that matter, instead he rose, and had the director taken to a cell and held as a material witness; someone still suspected as playing a role in the whole affair.
Soon after the director had been processed, news came that the two cameramen and the secretary had been rounded up and were in interview rooms.
The van had been also recovered and was being towed to an impound yard.
The Chief inspector interviewed the two camera men separately.
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The first one, a rather burley chap in his forties, sat with a smug look plastered upon his rather doggish mug.
As a witness to the occurrence, the Chief Inspector found that he was not going to be much help.
He was the much more experienced of the team, and when filming his focus was on the director’s direction and the action taking place. He was not paid to watch everything else going on round about him, especially fancy dressed prats with more money than sense in their wee pointed heads!
So you like money, the Chief Inspector asked him?
Why the cameraman asked him?
No Reason The Chief Inspector answered, figuring the gents expression looked innocent enough.
Did he remember talking to a lady in red satin?
No , as I told ye, I don’t mingle, no time if I am going to get the filming done.
Ask my partner, he fancies emself the ladies’ man!
The rest of the cameraman’s story jived with what the director had told him earlier.
The Chief Inspector finished up, and also had the man placed in a cell as a material witness under suspicion.
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The second cameraman was a bit younger, slender with a rather ragged beard upon his quite handsome mug.
Unlike the first cameraman, he had noticed a bit more, at least where the ladies were concerned.
He was able to describe several of the ladies he had observed dancing, and at least one matched the suspected light fingered darker haired lass in green satin.
The Chief inspector asked if he had noticed anyone of her dance partners. He thought a bit, and mentioned two.
The first one he described did not match anyone the Chief Inspector had seen or interviewed.
The second he thought may have been her brother, a man with the same dark complexion wearing a fancy suit. But he had only caught a brief look as they had danced.
Yes he remembered the priest who had greeted them at the door, but he had not seen him atoll the rest of the evening. Wait a minute he said, and the Chief Inspector could feel his hairs rise, as they did when he sensed a clue coming forthwith ( a feeling that he had as yet to have previously since starting this case) .
Apparently he had caught a glimpse of the priest talking to the lady who had those sparkling earrings, as both watched the dance scene being filmed..…
He described a slender lady in a long rather pretty dress that been wearing a pair of quite sparkly earrings that had played the devil with his camera during the second shoot. During the third shoot he had noticed her again in the crowd, but without the earrings. He just assumed the director had had her removed them to prevent the camera glares he must have noticed. Yes she had been dancing both times with the same bloke, the rather smarmy bloke in a fancy tux, rather dark that he had seen earlier with the lady in green…
His description matched the girl who had discovered her earrings missing at the chamber
Do you remember seeing the dark skinned lad wearing the fancy tux at any other time?
The Chief Inspector asked the cameraman.
After a long minutes ponderance his face brightened, jolly right, while they was signing autographs.. He had come u to me with a question. was with a lady in red, asking me about the actor, she was interested in meeting up with him, in private.
Describe the lady please
Fair skinned blonde wearing a rather tight fitting shiny red gown, lots of sparklers, poshy snob if you ask me!
Did you take them to the actor?
I could give then no help, I did not know the gent.
He had the constable remove the second camera man , musing that he at last had a sighting of one of the 3 missing girls, and all tied in with 3 of the suspected thieves.
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The Chief Inspector than entered the room where the Directors assistant was being held,,,
She was a lady in her mid-forties, thick glasses, severely bobbed hair, and a rather school teacher’ish stern look upon her face.
She rather tartly stated that she had been busy helping the director help set up the cameras, and film the scenes. She had also selected the extras for the dance floor, and had helped keep the on lookers back.
She had remembered the priest, but did not know of him. She had only seen him when he had escorted them in, and when he had helped set up with the autographs.
The cameraman, the younger one, did you remember seeing him talking to a couple during the autograph session.
She thought a moment, pursing her lips, which did nothing to help her rather homely looks.
Yes, her face brightened a bit, a rather poshy boy and a lady in red with all these diamonds just dripping off her. They were talking to him, not sure what about. They walked off after a few minutes, and met up with the priest who was with a lady in green
What Priest, the Chief inspector asked, this time his hair did more than just prickle?
The one who had met us at the door! She rather snapped her answer back at him.
Thought you said you only saw him twice.
Yes she said, when he met us and at the autographs.
But you never mention him meeting up with the couple.
Why would that be of any importance, she again snapped, priests are always meeting and helping people , that’s their job is it not!!
Describe the lady he was with please
Black hair, shiny green dress and matching gloves.
And she wore this diamond tiara! I remembered her because she was with the crowd that wanted to be an extra, but I felt the tiara would be far too distracting and out of place.
Was she alone with the priest? he asked Quite she said, though her husband was probably pretty close by, I know I wouldn’t let anyone stray too far flaunting jewels like hers!!
The Millionaires wife and one of the twins, all seen together with the priest and the dark skinned Romeo…..! The Detective Chief Inspector though to himself.
The Chief Inspector gave a long sigh.
That is, what it is, he murmured dejectedly to himself… daylight was finally being spotted at the end of the tunnel, but none of it was making any sense…..
He released the personal secretary from more questions, having her also detained until the whole matter cleared itself.
At 10 pm a report on the van was received
The vans interior was quite taken apart in hopes of a clue being found to prove that the whole filming was a sham, and only done as a front operation to hide the thieves real intent. Though It was clean, its tyre marks matched those of the caste taken near the gardens….
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He recalled the first cameraman who had been driving the van and asked him about it.
He had seen the headlights of two cars coming down the road as he was leaving and had swerved to go around them, going off road for a bit.
Did you get a look at the cars the Chief Inspector asked.
No, it was too dark, and they swerved off a bit on the other side, so his eyes had been mainly kept on the road.
Would you say they were in a hurry the chief Inspector asked.
Not particularly, it was more that they had appeared out of nowhere.
No more questions, the Chief Inspector indicated to the guard, who took the cameraman back to the holding cell…
The Chief inspector than went back to his off to go over the facts so far…
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There was not a single clue yet unearthed to connect the director on his crew with the crime that had been committed Saturday evening at St. Davids’ Chambre…. All avenues appeared to be leading to the ring of pickpockets that had been suspected to be working amongst the guests at the event. But as of yet there had been no sighting of them outside that evening.
Could the filming have been all an elaborate ruse set up by the ring of thieves for their own nefarious gain? Leaving a trail of wriggling red herrings scattered about to be followed to as many cold dead ends while they got clean away snickering amongst themselves?
Bloody cheeky of them if it was!
But what part had the missing Ladies played?
That they had been last seen in the company of the thieves, there was no doubt… Could they have been held captive in the automobiles that had passed the cameraman’s van. But why? Certainly not as hostages, for they had apparently gotten clean away. If they had been kidnapped, than certainly the ransom notes would have been delivered by now! There could be darker reasons for the disappearance, but doubtful…
He decided to keep the Director and his crew overnight, and release them in the morning if nothing new developed…
Another report came in, interrupting his line of reasoning…
From an detective inspector whose team had been given Interpol’s list of suspected jewel thieves operating in the area recently.
Only three were tracked down, and all three had alibis. Though one of those alibis proved to be because that evening he was burgling the country of a wealthy Lady. This confession was given light when he was caught red handed with the jewels as the police had come knocking at the door. One of the few bright spots of the investigation, though the Chief Inspectors superior failed to see it that way!
It twas a quite battered and beaten down chief detective who put a call in in to his superior at 10 pm on Sunday to repot the progress that had been made. He, to put it nicely, had his head chewed off and handed back to him on a platter.
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Early on Monday morning a detective sergeant escorted the director back to the Eastminster townhouse where he had spent the weekend in. Going inside to look for any clues that the mysterious secretary may have left. Even though the director had said she had been wearing driving gloves.
The envelope that had held the money had been recovered, and it was placed in a bag for evidence, the detective noting that the envelope was embossed with the seal and address of the Diocese of Eastminster, and had never been posted, or Witten upon.
As they were searching the basement a knock was heard on the door.
The detective opened it and looked down upon a smallish, puckish older lady with grey hair and pince-nez glasses. She identified herself as a neighbor ( snooper he thought unkindly) and excitedly asked the detective if he was investigating a murder, like those in Agatha Christie ! (her eyes lit up at this).
She was disappointed when informed that no, it was not any type of murder investigation!
Oh! I see, she said, sorry to bother, and turning, stated to walk away.
Then, before the detective had had time to go back inside, she stopped . Turning back around she timidly held up a tattered old notebook, don’t suppose you would be interested in me notes than ,, she innocently asked fully expecting to be disappointed again.…..
The startled Detective Sargent took the steps down to her three at a time……….
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End of Act 4
“Quand on rencontre un mystère, on croit généralement être scélérats cachés “
Author Unknown
To be Continued and Ended in Act 5 ( The Pygmalion Ring)
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I don' want this to turn into a diary entry but lately I've just started questioning everything and it has led to a very stressful couple of days. I wasn't sure who I was in terms of my photography, social life, or at the very base level, who I was inside. I still don't think I'll ever fully understand what caused my breakdown but that's what friends are for and they helped me through it. I do know that one day I will go and find myself someday and that will be wonderful.
I started off hating this photo, but the longer I worked at it I really started loving it. But that's just me so if you hate it let me know why!
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"An old world is crumbling, let it.
The agenda is becoming painfully obvious, let it.
People are questioning fabricated lies they've been told, let them.
Others, are achingly intertwined in a dark domain of inverted reality - let them be.
Even as the matrix slowly collapses, it still uses mind games and manipulation to distort the truth, let it.
Allow the old reality to crumble.
The disproportionate ideologies of Rome to fall.
Let an inorganic reality built on global pessimism and materialistic addiction collapse.
There is an organic process trying to emerge... let it.
Those who have awakened from the matrix will not find salvation in desperately attempting to prove the matrix to itself.
Let the matrix reap its own karma, its life cycle unwind, as it has no choice but to reveal itself through clumsy missteps of parabolic paranoia and pathological persuasion.
Allow those who have a trauma bond with the matrix, to fall in love with systemic deceit.
Humans have to make mistakes to learn. Let them.
The time and focus spent detailing the corruption and mechanistic means of a dying society, can be spent building and creating anew.
Let the old world meet its fate.
No amount of psychoanalysis will cure or stop a broken system from dying.
Be the doula for a new earth.
You're infinite potential woven into the tapestry of a new timeline.
You're free now, if you'd like to be.
A new earth emerges, let it."
- Mary Allison ♡
A friend sent me this heartening piece of writing today and it prompted a contemplative journal entry and I pass on its energy to you. Peace and Love to you all who visit.
i was questioning whether to go with black and white or not since her eyes are a dreamy blue color but I really love it.
explored! thanks guys! :)
A questioning look from this Eastern Water-Dragon, frolicking in what pass for Autumn leaves in Sub-tropical Brisbane.
My question is ... where's his tail?
i find myself wandering lately,
sometimes even walking under a slight drizzle,
questioning what i'm doing in this or that place,
only to be awaken from my revery by the honk of a cab,
i was already in the middle of the street,
i walked up the train station and was attracted by the sunset,
battling the dark clouds, if was still beautiful,
i wanted to cry, but the drizzle has turned into a thunderstorm,
no tears were needed and none was shed.
-jj
Cruising California Highway One can be a bit taxing at times. It's a windy, sometimes foggy, curvy affair that can get you to questioning your motives. But for those who persevere, the rewards are many. The small population center of Stewart's Point is one of those rewards. Located along the Sonoma Coastline, arriving at Stewart's Point is like stepping into a time machine. Except for a still-operating General Store, there is nothing here except for old weathered and abandoned boats and buildings--a lot of them. A real treasure if you ask me.
It was just about high noon when I rolled in. Not a great time for photos. But photography has a special thing about it--a little like sex if you forgive me my crassness--when it's great, it's great. When it's bad, it's still pretty good. Of course that's probably a male point of view and something that usually gets me snarky looks from Marg.
I purchased an excellent meat loaf sandwich from the old store and took a stroll around. I really liked this scene with the old boat and the weathered building set against the backdrop of the ocean. I thought a more painterly look would take advantage of the harsh noon light, which also makes it perfect for Slider's Sunday.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Stewart's Point, CA
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Moonrise at Beachmere one very nice afternoon many moons (ho ho ho) ago.
Added a texture for some fun.
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Beachmere
Beachmere is a suburb north of Brisbane, the state capital of Queensland, Australia. Its Local Government Area is the Moreton Bay Region with a population of 3,597 (2006 census).
The origin of the suburb name is from an early residence by the name of Beachmere meaning a beach upon marshy ground.
43/118 Lost in Thought
Questioning the identity of the aloes in this bed...
Taken in San Juan Capistrano, Orange County, California. © 2018 All Rights Reserved.
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A favorite line of mine from the song "Clear" by twenty one pilots.
Taken in a parking lot behind an old mall.
“He viewed us, as we passed him by,
With calm and yet with questioning eye...
- Edward Robeson Taylor -
Sometimes i get so lost, wondering what to do. I have worked in my current profession for 26 years (29 if you count in house training). But, like many of my peers, I am beginning to have had enough. It's politics and bureaucracy. It's our government allowing the wealthy to avoid taxation whilst the poor are penalised. It's the onward march towards privatisation of an institution. It's the continued demand on every minute of my time.
so.
i am questioning my future and planning an exit. it won't be for a few years yet, but it will be sooner than originally planned.
For WAH who are visiting question marks
(i did this the old fashioned way with a sheet of paper stuck on the wall!)
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BREAKING NEWS..........AndWhyNot and LED Eddie held for questioning.
The gruesome twosome are detained by the all-seeing Orbmeister General at a murder scene of an unknown Light Artist in an underpass somewhere under the A3 in the south of England. Foul play is definitely suspected and statements will be issued by their respective solicitors in due course.
The pair were said to be have been highly intoxicated on PURE UNCUT SUGAR after consuming large quantities of yum yums, custard doughnuts, apple pies and English breakfast tea before going totally berserk.
Lots of work @ f5.6 ISO 200 11mm trying to get the shot in between the waves of fog that intermittently rolled in and out of the tunnel.
Another long overdue and high quality meet up with the infamous Andrew Whyte.
A great night out with great company and some lovely pastries and fine tea.
Mr Courson, in answer to your allegations questioning my photo skills, I felt it necessary to post an image detailing how the master excells at his craft.
While my lovely assistant Angelina (Brad was away for the weekend), waited patiently on shore, I set forth in my kayak, seeking suitable subjects. As this image indicates, many were found willing, and followed me several hundred kilometers to a suitable site for our photo session. While Angelina (Brad was away for the weekend) poured wine and served Dutch sausages, I photographed the above subjects at my leisure. Should you wish to view some of these masterly crafted images, please visit my set marked "Birds".
And that Mr. Courson is how its done.
A common occurence when out shooting in Cardiff. The Police questioning Ian. Martin and I try to keep away from him to avoid being drawn in.
What you can't see from this angle is the Taser at the ready in the Policeman's left hand.
Your views and comments are much appreciated.
There's certainly no questioning the geographic here, as a pair of former Grand Trunk GP38-2s have local R960 really in the wind headed back south at Manteno after working customers around Monee. Manteno seems like quite a nice little suburb of Kankakee, and the well-kept downtown makes for a great spot to watch them roll by on the former Illinois Central mainline.
"The mind is the voyager of journeys, the center of questioning, the conjurer of fear, the seed of desire, the door of compassion, the creator of joy." - Larry Kirkland, Sculptor.
This is the CROET (Center for Research on Occupational and Environmental Toxicology) sculpture located on the campus of OHSU. Created out of marble by artist Larry Kirkland in 1993, it rests upon a plinth that depicts "images from throughout the ages and diverse cultures of the world".
Half Head, as it's often referred to, sits in a square surrounded by research buildings. The staff within these buildings work on very left brain ideas that stem from logic, critical thinking, numbers, and reasoning.....yet Vita Mensae is only a right brained. Is he meant to create balance, or maybe he represents the gathering of people and creative ideas in the square?
Here, his bald head has been dusted with snow and he is probably thinking, "Damn it's cold out. Can somebody grab me a hat?"
Image with my Hasselbald 500cm.
During these last few months I have been questioning the following:
1) Whether I should consider this an “issue” for my practice or whether I should see it as part of the imperfect journey at this moment in time and be patient. A more purist approach where I will be just shooting film whenever I can.
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2) Whether I should just use one tool for the sake of consistency in my work and keeping things simple. Or whether it will be wise for me to introduce a digital camera into my practice for those times that I am struggling to shoot film.
I also asked myself what is more important for me at this moment in time?
I think keeping a consistent practice routine is more important at this point in time, both for my mental state but also for the craft.
I see photography as another way of communication, another tool, another language, and I am trying to speak here. I know from experience that practicing everyday is my way forward when it comes to learning languages. I have to use my voice to find/develop my voice.
Anyway, just a few thoughts I had and I wanted to share.
Regarding the photo. I love pigeons! I find them very streetwise and if I could talk with them, I would ask them to share with me all the crazy street tales they see around them daily.
They are city residents themselves and spend so much time around us and with us in these same streets.
This specific one was stressed, probably injured. I stood there with it for more than 10 minutes not knowing how to help. The look in its eyes left me speechless.
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So much to learn and discover... My Grandson
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” – Albert Einstein
A return to my more usual output. I've been questioning why seascapes have obsessed me over the past eighteen months. Is it the challenge of finding new locations? Is it the added factor of having to predict how the tides will affect the scene? Is it the lure of the sea? Or is it that the coast of Clare is within striking distance of home and I can set out in time to be there for sunset if the weather looks promising? I still haven't found the answer. Perhaps it is a combination of all these things.
This is a fifty second exposure using a 10 stop filter, with a three stop reverse GND on the sky. It is also the product of persistence. This was my second successive evening at this location. The first evening had great clouds, but I was twice frustrated by showers. Using the ten stop filter is slow. You have to set up the tripod, compose the shot and then screw in the ten stop filter. Then you have to experiment with the grad filter to line it up just right with the horizon. The live view function helps by showing the image on the rear screen. Then, just when you are ready, the showers come and spatter the filters with raindrops. Twice I had to dry everything off and put the gear away.
I knew that the tide would still be suitable the following evening, so I went back and got this shot. I could have wished for more clouds, but I liked the light on the rocks. It's a three hour round trip each time to get here and home, but I thought it was worth it. I have been feeling a bit down and reluctant to go out with my camera over the past few months, so it was good to get back in the saddle.