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Model: Sujatha
Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography
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Model: Sujatha
Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography
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Ushuaia Adventure: Journey to the End of the World
This collection serves as a visual odyssey through the rugged and ethereal landscapes of Tierra del Fuego and the Antarctic surroundings. The series captures the dual nature of exploration: the intimate, gritty details of the journey and the overwhelming scale of the southern wilderness.
From the solitary trekker overlooking the Beagle Channel to the iconic red and white Les Éclaireurs Lighthouse standing guard against the crashing waves, each frame tells a story of resilience and awe. The narrative transitions from the luxury of an expedition cruise ship navigating through ice-filled waters to the raw reality of a king crab fisherman at work in the freezing rain.
Witness the local inhabitants—Gentoo penguins huddled on pebble shores—and the quiet, frosty details of the native flora. The journey is punctuated by the warmth of a high-altitude camp at dawn and the nostalgic view from the "End of the World" train. This set is a tribute to the spirit of adventure, where nature remains the ultimate protagonist, untamed and magnificent.
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This picture is #18 in my 4th round of the 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
On Friday evening I took my 11 year old son into London to look for super cars. It reminds me of my youth, crusing round the bush looking for wild and exotic animals. Except here it is wild and exotic cars. We'd had a very fruitful walk round Nightsbridge and a pizza for dinner and decided to head down to Mayfair on our way home. We jumped on the tube where I spotted Jamie here standing further up the carriage.
Now normally, if I'm out photographing strangers, then that's what I do, at the expense of all else. But there was something about her style that I was totally taken by. I smiled when I saw her leave the train at the same station as us. I smiled even more when I saw her ahead of us, taking the same exit. As she turned up the same street as us I decided that fate had given me enough of a chance and I had to do something about it. My lad had been warned that this might happen and to be fair, he's seen it a few times before so he was un-phased when I accelerated away from him to overhaul Jamie who was walking along quickly, clearly on a mission. This was one of those approaches where I thought I had no chance because she was moving quickly but after I said that I explained why I was stopping her and that I thought she looked so cool she broke into a huge smile and happily agreed to pose.
While she was on the tube, she'd had her jacket over her shoulders but with her hands out of the sleeves. As she left the station she'd put it on properly so here was the tricky bit. I told her that I really wasn't stalking her, but I had been on the same train as her and that I'd loved how she'd had her jacket. She seemed unconcerned by this. Perhaps having a young child in tow allows one to get away with more. Everyone should have one! ;-)
So we snapped a couple of full length shots using the nearby pillars as a vanishing point and then grabbed a quick head shot because I can never resist that. Because I was photographing cars, I had on my Sigma 24-70mm which isn't really sharp enough for portraits and it distorts quite a bit. It's not that bad really but I'm spoilt by my 85mm! So I had to do a bit more sharpening than usual and used the lens correction from Light Room which I don't normally bother with. Shooting at 1000 ISO didn't help the IQ but I'm happy with how this has worked out. I couldn't choose between the two different shots so I did a diptych for the first time in ages. Working with two 24MP images in one file on Photoshop brought it home to me how badly I need to invest in a faster computer!!
Like me, Jamie is from Cape Town in South Africa. She picked up my accent right away. Turns out she is from a suburb called Camps Bay where I lived for a short while in my teenage years. Small world!
Thanks Jamie, it was great meeting and photographing you. Please get in touch if you'd like copies of the pictures.
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Note: this photo was published in an undated (Jan 6, 2011) Everyblock NYC zipcodes blog titled "10036." It was also published as an illustration of a "shiny nylon jacket" in a Mar 2, 2011 blog titled "Blue Gertrude 'Chatel' down jacket." And it was published in an Apr 19, 2011 Pizza Recipe Recipes for Pizzas blog, with the same caption and detailed notes that I had written on this Flickr page. It was also published in an Apr 25, 2011 Apple iPad Blog Online blog, with the same caption and detailed notes I had written on this Flickr page.
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As I noted in this Flickr set a year ago, no New Yorker in his right mind goes to Times Square on New Year's Eve. Nobody from Manhattan, anyway -- you can never tell about those crazy people in the remote boroughs of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, or the Bronx (and we won't even try to imagine what those crazy folks in New Jersey might do). Actually, even some residents of Manhattan have experienced the New Year's Eve count-down once in their lives, if only so they can speak with some authority about the subject. In my case, it was back in 1969; and it was only because I had had a pleasant dinner at a fancy restaurant a couple blocks from Times Square, and had to walk to the subway when no taxis could be found. There I was, in the midst of it all ... and once was more than enough.
Why do New Yorkers do their best to stay away from Times Square on New Year's Eve? Well, have you ever looked at a TV report from Times Square in the midst of all that mayhem? There are a gazillion other people out there, jammed against each other, shoulder to shoulder — and they're all drunk (or at least they look that way), and they're all screaming at the top of their lungs. You can't just drive to a nearby corner and park your car, with a plan of getting back in your car and fleeing after you've seen what a crazy idea it was. And you can't take a taxi right to the middle of Times Square — at least, not after mid-afternoon on New Year's Eve. Even worse, there are no public bathrooms anywhere to be found, so you're in trouble if you drink too much beer ... except that the cops do their best, quite understandably, to make sure nobody in the Times Square area (which, on this special night, is broadly defined to cover the area from 34th Street to 59th Street, and from Sixth Avenue to Eighth Avenue) is drinking or doing anything that might look dangerous. Or carrying a backpack that might contain dangerous things.
Consequently, it often seems that most of the crowd has chosen to get roaring drunk before they arrive on the scene. All of which might be great fun if the weather is clear, and the temperature is somewhere above the freezing mark. But if it's 30 degrees or lower, and it's drizzling or raining or snowing, this is not a place where you want to spend six or eight hours standing around with two million of your best (drunken) friends...
Thus, it should not surprise you to hear that I was not in Times Square to watch the ball drop at midnight on New Year's Eve of 2010 (or, for that matter, any other year going back to 1969). However, I remembered that my visit to Times Square in the early afternoon of Dec 31, 2009 had been somewhat interesting, and since the weather forecasters were predicting mild, mostly-sunny skies this year, I thought it might be interesting to try it again.
I took the IRT subway down to Times Square, and then spent the next two hours wandering north up Broadway to about 49th Street, and then back toward 42nd St. again. Even at 1:30 PM, the streets were already crowded with families and tourists, and what seemed to be an even larger number of police. It also seemed like almost everyone was wearing a party hat, or a set of "2011" fake eyeglasses, or some other kind of celebratory costume or adornment. There were also gazillions of digital cameras, and an equal number of Blackberries and cellphones. I wonder how many millions and millions of digital images and video clips were shot during the course of the afternoon.
Perhaps the funniest sight during the afternoon was the frequent appearance of delivery guys wearing bright, colorful, and instantly recognizable Domino's Pizza uniforms, wandering through the crowds with large, insulated "thermal" bags that probably carried half a dozen pizzas. In a couple cases, they were peering anxiously at individuals at a specific street corner; my assumption was that someone had called Domino's from their cell phone, requesting delivery to that exact spot. But in other cases, it looked far more likely that the delivery guys were just wandering around, looking for hungry people that were probably willing to pay a premium price for a good hot slice of pizza ... or the whole darn pie.
Around 2:45 PM, I was wandering south on Broadway once again, but when I got as far as 44th Street, I could see that the cops had completely closed off the next two blocks, and that even the sidewalks were impassable. I knew that they were cordoning the crowd into fenced-in rectangular areas, and that (a) each person allowed into such a rectangular area was first searched by a cop for booze, weapons or other contraband, and (b) once inside the fenced-in area, you weren't allowed out unless you left for good.
As more people arrived, the cops kept moving northwards, filling up one rectangular area after another. The obvious strategy for me, then, was to turn around and head north -- toward the local IRT subway stop at Broadway and 50th Street. But I got no further than 46th Street before everything stopped, and I could make no further progress along the sidewalk, even though I had been hugging the sides of the buildings along the way to avoid the throngs everywhere else. Fortunately, I was only about 10 feet from the corner of Broadway and 46th; but it took a good, solid 15 minutes to actually reach the corner -- at which point I heard the cops yelling to the crowd that they were closing everything down, and that anyone who wanted to go elsewhere would have to take the "side street" (i.e., 46th Street) over to 8th Avenue, in order to navigate further northward.
There were more barricades at 8th Avenue and 46th Street, and the narrow passageways onto 8th Avenue itself were being closed down. I managed to squeeze through, got onto 8th Avenue, and then easily walked up to 50th Street. Back over to Broadway, and I could look down the avenue all the way to the tower on 42nd Street where the ball would drop later tonight. And turning around, I could look several blocks north up Broadway, and see that (a) they were all empty, and (b) the cops had cordoned them off, too. By now, it was about 3:15 PM, and I got the sense that it wouldn't be long before the fenced-in crowds would be all the way up to where I was, and then further north, perhaps all the way up to Central Park at 59th Street.
In any case, it was clearly time to go home. I uploaded the 800+ photos that I had taken during the afternoon, enjoyed a delicious New Year's Eve dinner at home, and then settled down to watch the revelry on television as the countdown came to an end. As I noted at the end of last year's Flickr set of Times Square images, the TV coverage was obviously far more extensive than what I could accomplish with just one DSLR camera; and it was also infinitely more sophisticated, with high-end TV cameras located on strategic vantage points all around the square. On the other hand, the TV images appear, and then disappear, often leaving no lasting impression. By contrast, these still images will hopefully be interesting to look at months, if not years, from now. For better or worse, they'll be here whenever you'd like to see them...
Model: Sujatha
Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography
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"I think he's giving me the finger.." ~Tomitheos
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Our little one is headed down the trail. And I am tempted to run after her... But as the only bright red object in my field of vision, I am not worried I won't find her.
I’m letting go
Of the life I planned for me
And my dreams
Losing control
Of my destiny
Feels like I’m falling and that’s what it’s like to believe
So I’m letting go
~ Francesca Battistelli
Today I went for a walk in our "Little Forest"
My shoes are too small and now my feet hurt.
The lens hood for my camera broke.
I think it was worth it.
52/365
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You NEED to look at this big! I'm not cool enough (as in I don't have Flickr Pro) to have a link for it, but just click on View as Slideshow on the right side... That works... It looks A LOT better in big...
A skijoring rider at the 2022 Topsham Fair Skijoring Competition.
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October 8, 2009-Dallas, TX, USA - One of my favorite things at the fair is the USMC D&B. Love their red jackets, and white pants, and shiny silver instruments. That and they are all awesome musicians! -PHOTO BY ANDIE SMITH
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Model: Sujatha
Photo: Thomas Ohlsson Photography
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