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Another of the many funny translated safety signs posted at tourist locations throughout China. This sign as posted on at the entrance to the shaky suspended foot bridge at the entrance to the Shibaozhai Pagoda. The pagoda is located on the northern bank of Yangtze River, to the east of Chongqing.
Big comfortable seats in front of floor to ceiling windows. A great place to read in the Austin City library.
A man in a cafe in Rota, Spain reads a newspaper after having a bottle of Coke Cola. Image scanned from Tri-X negative that was shot in the early 1980s. (Re-released without watermarking for free download).
I read the late great Roger Deakin's 'Wildwood' once which has a wonderful description of a night he spent camped under a colony of rooks, listening as the cacophony of arrival settled into softer croaks and finally a steady patter of droppings as they settled down to sleep! I don't fancy the last part, but a series of shots on this subject might make a nice set as a future project.
Verona, Italy
You will need to read my write-up to understand why this is my first posting from our trip to Verona, Lake Garda and Venice.
The day started with a 3:15am alarm clock to allow for last minute checks (did you pack this, where's my thingy, did you turn the water off, are the windows locked, you know the usual last minute panics!), before the taxi arrived at 4:15am to take us to the airport. The journey went quickly and even the check-in, drop-off and passport control went like clockwork (an unexpected bonus and allowed for in Mrs R's excellent planning). Even the flight with Monarch went exceptionally well and we landed bang on time at 10:10am local time at Verona airport. Mrs R had costed all options for getting to our hotel and considering everything was going splendidly we threw caution to the wind and jumped in a local taxi.
Here the fun begins...
If it's a stereotype about Italian driving and Italian taxi drivers in particularly, then our driver was going to live up to this mantel. Queue jumping, lane changing, overtaking, undertaking, tail gating, and late braking were all part of his repertoire. Oh I forgot speed... the roads we travelled on were 70-90km/h but I clocked him at 130-140km/h as often as he could and more alarming... every warning light on his dashboard glowed permanently: engine management light, brakes, oil level indicator, the list goes on! I'm not saying we got to the hotel in record time but I think we arrived on the Friday having left Manchester on the Saturday. I wasn't sure whether to pay him in Euros or Liras as I couldn't determine how far back in time we had travelled - do De Loren's come in white?
Now at the hotel, my plans took over from Mrs Rs. Bags through the door, a quick change and hit those streets and sights of Verona. I had checked my TPE on my phone and knew the first major shot would be Ponte Pietra as the sun was in a good position for a classic sunset shot over the bridge, besides I knew Mark Waidson would be following in my footsteps to Verona and Venice and he's the master of dramatic skies so the pressure was on!!!
I was surprised at how busy Verona was, not with overseas tourists but Italians having their own "staycations". After an hour or two of wandering the streets and main tourist areas we decided to have a break for lunch and a glass or two of wine, as one must when holidaying in Italy! After lunch I suggested we head to the Ponte Pietra for a recky of the bridge for the first night's shot. The obvious route was up through the main tourist areas - Casa di Giuletta, Piazza delle Erbe and Piazza dei Signori before reaching the bridge at its south side... my heart sank! I expected to see tourists crossing it and taking photos from it but the sight of 20 gazebos standing tall high above the stone sides from one side to the other kind of rained on my parade or as I would have put it "pissed on m' chips". Mrs R, ever the optimist suggested I stick to my game plan and revisit in the evening in the hope of said gazebos not being there.
Well, they were there - all bloody 20 of them!
I setup my camera and tripod and waited as sunset time approached... 7:18pm - still they stood.
Then hope played her hand and one by one, they started to come down - 19, 15, 12, 10. 7:42pm - 8 left standing, but still they clung on to spoil the day. Sunset time was approaching fast at 7:47pm and 3 remained, most frustrating of all - right in the centre of the shot, at the apex of the bridge!
My heart sank for a second time that day as the sun set behind the buildings with nothing more to show than a few whispers of clouds showing any hint of colour. 7:58pm - the last gazebo laughed in my face and then bang on cue at 8:00pm disappeared behind the stone walls of the bridge still chuckling to itself having thwarted another photographer's efforts. I was about to pack up when Mrs R noticed the change in the previously featureless clouds behind the distant churches of San Giorgio in Braida and Chiese di San Giorgio in Braida.
Timed at 8:04pm... almost 17 hours after leaving home and my first planned shot of the holiday. The moral of the story is...
Nature and the world don't run to your timetable and you have to make the best of what's in front of you. So this is it, probably the only time I will visit Verona and the Ponte Pietra.
I have been trying to photograph this lacy leafed maple for a while now. Like lace, the detail is lost when too much is included in picture. I plan to shoot a color close-up version of just one or two leaves. I think this will make the fine detail easier to read in a photo.
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity. - Christopher Morley
竹 报 平 安 (Zhu Bao Ping An)
I read about photographerJulia Buruleva who travelled to India, painted an elephant pink and made pictures of the animal. Then the elephant died and Julia became the subject of controversy, being accused of poisoning the elephant.
Without travelling the world I thought it a good idea to have Midjourney paint some animals for my series Pink Elephant and find out what their destiny will be.
I read an article on magazine. The writer suggests that we should shoot pictures which are not done by other people before. No matter it is the subject, the scene, the approach, the style or the composition. We should make only fresh, new and creative pictures. The world is already full of cliche. They don't need more of it.
I fully understand that the world is already loaded with tons of compositions with the Japanese maples. The composition with the tree branches is cliché in the eyes of many.
But I still do it. Because this is the beauty in my eyes. I keep my own record.
Park & Tilford Gardens, North Vancouver. October 2016.
Fuji X-T1 camera
Fuji XF 23mm F1.4 lens
Read about this photo shot on my blog
"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!!!
Cheat and Ang listening to "What is Love" by Haddaway. Thanks for the music idea strvngartst01.
Cosmo-style lighting. Softbox with no diffuser and strobe bounced off reflector angled up from the ground against white background. Thanks OldPro for the reflector tip.
Oh yeah, and industrial fan camera right. lol
Read more about this famous Frank Lloyd Wright building here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fallingwater
Anything water - The Flickr Lounge
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Liberating a town near you!
A part of my new Canadian Army. Full group shot will be posted once complete (hopefully in about a week) then individual detailed photo's of each new build will be put up for viewing.
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I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til’ all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I’ve said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw wink, no
I’ve been on the brink, so
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
Sick of all the insincere
So I’m gonna give all my secrets away
This time, don’t need another perfect line
Don’t care if critics never jump in line
I’m gonna give all my secrets away
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The church of San Lorenzo in Turin. Also known as the Royal Church of San Lorenzo, because it was commissioned by the Savoys, royal family. It is located on the north-west side of the central Piazza Castello, between Via Palazzo di Città and Palazzo Chiablese, adjacent to the Piazzetta of the Royal Palace. The current Baroque structure was the work of Guarino Guarini, carried out between 1668 and 1687.
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After lunch, I wanted to lie down and then he belongs next to me. After all I can demand a little bit in return for the luxurious life he leads with me. Right? 😉
So he needed to be carried to his ... er our happiness 😊😊
Happy Caturday 11.1.2025 "Winter mood"