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SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
Gemeinsames Diptychon-Projekt von www.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/
und Manfred Geyer, Oktober 2020
Berlin (Ute Kluge)
Eschweiler, April 2018 (Manfred Geyer)
The main purpose of this photograph is the expression of change in colors, mood and landscape. Focus is not the perfection of overlay of two photos including shadows,... Both were taken in 4 months difference at about the same handheld position.
Same picture as yesterday but now Lith.
This nature reserve is known for its diversity of different trees. In this case a healthy Hazel.
HP5 in Moersch Tanol.
Lith print on Fomatone 131.
Lith Omega.
Shen Hao, Fujinon-W 150.
Explored - Thank you
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
Wearing:
Skin: [Glam Affair] Letitia Applier 006
Shape: Custom
Eyebrows: Just Magnetized - Natural Eyebrows set 07 for GENUS
Rainbow Makeup: TF: Pride (double layered)
Leg Tattoo: Pride Leg TaTToo [CAROL G]
Body Scars/Injuries: TF: Skara
Top: Frayed - Dakota Tops - Yellow
Shorts: Frayed - Dakota Shorts - Denim Blue
Ukulele: Junk Food - Ukulele (Medium)
Hair Flowers (Yummy) Mixed Flower Crown - Yellows (SELF TINTED)
Hair: Doux - Laquisha
Pose: Custom
Backdrop: MINIMAL - Subway Station Backdrop
And did you know
That every flake of snow
That forms so high
In the grey winter sky
And falls so far
Is a bright six-pointed star?
Each crystal grows
A flower as perfect as a rose.
Lace could never make
The patterns of a flake.
No brooch
Of figured silver could approach
Its delicate craftsmanship. And think:
Each pattern is distinct.
Of all the snowflakes floating there –
The million million in the air –
None is the same. Each star
Is newly forged, as faces are,
Shaped to its own design
Like yours and mine.
And yet… each one
Melts when its flight is done;
Holds frozen loveliness
A moment, even less;
Suspends itself in time –
And passes like a rhyme.
Snowflakes
-Clive Sansom
For Kreative People December Contest 57 Snow, Ice & Rain.
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SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
Gemeinsames Diptychon-Projekt von www.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/
und Manfred Geyer, August 2020
Berlin (Ute Kluge)
Aachen, Februar 2015 (Manfred Geyer)
I was able to grab a few full body shots through the next, closed window. Of course, as I attempted to open it, the hawk departed, having realized that the songbirds had all dispersed anyway.
SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
Gemeinsames Diptychon-Projekt von www.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/
und Manfred Geyer, Oktober 2020
Marrakesch, April 2017 (Manfred Geyer)
Berlin (Ute Kluge)
For three years, I photographed Chestnut-sided Warblers in the same location. In more recent times, the birds have moved further away from the road into more difficult terrain. This is quite normal for birds of regenerating forests. Like Golden-winged Warblers, Chestnut-sided Warblers thrive in second growth forests. Whether it be as a result of storm blow downs or human logging. These regenerating forests are prime habitat for songbirds like this, until they aren't. In only a matter of years, these forests will grow and become unsuitable for warblers like this. At this point, they move on to the next patch until it too will grow beyond suitability.
*This image is a composite, featuring two original images. Essentially, the bird landed on the stick and I wasn't thrilled with how the wildflowers appeared. So, once the bird moved on, I moved closer to the perch and took another image, with the flowers more prominently shown as they were closer. In post, I merged the two files to make for a more pleasing background.
copyright: 2016 © R. Peter 1764.org All rights reserved. Please do not use this image, or any images from my flickr photostream, fb account or g+, without my permission.
Location: Vimmershavn
Mood: Tune
Pretend you're happy, pretend we're fine
I guess that's easier after all this time
Talk about someone else then look in my eyes
I know you still hold on to us inside
But we watched that butterfly fly
I'd give anything just to be with you again but it's not the right time
And I'd give anything just to feel you on my skin
But it's not the right time
And it'll never be the right time, will it?
And it might never be the right time
And that's the hardest part of it
I keep you in my mind even though you've gone
Holding on to nothing's easier than letting go
Stuck in the memories of what has been
Just please don't love another like you loved me
Time doesn't heal, it just leaves me asking why
I'd give anything just to be with you again but it's not the right time
And I'd give anything just to feel you on my skin
But it's not the right time,
And it'll never be the right time, will it?
And it might never be the right time
And that's the hardest part of it
And I don't know why I feel this way
If I could I'd change, believe me!
But I know that you feel the same,
Is it too late for saving?
Oh, here I go again
'Cause I'd give anything just to be with you again but it's not the right time
And I'd give anything just to feel you on my skin
But it's not the right time
And it'll never be the right time, will it?
And it might never be the right time
And that's the hardest part of it
It will never be the right time, will it!
Please count as one. all are facing Penzance an Newlyn and we walked slowly from Perranuthnoe. I was out of sight of our car so out of my comfort zone yet they didn't reach Flickr....Sue :)
Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band's 1978 hit rings true as a comparison to the Mainline of Mid-America. Despite life's constant change, one can still make the jaunt to the CN Chicago Subdivision and see glimpses of the former railroad as it was. CN job L555, Gilman to Otto and return, is northbound at Ashkum with the 1034, delivered to the IC a mere 5 months before Canadian National's acquisition.
After the passage of nearly 27 years and with CN's sprawling 20,000 mile rail network, it truly is amazing that a majority of these IC locomotives stay right where they were meant to be - their home.
Same owl as before, this is one of his favourite perches when hunting. We were very lucky to get so close.
There are about 12 of these owls regularly spending their winters here and you can often see a few of them at the same time. Unlike most owls they like to hunt during the day.
Same bird folks but here I thought he was again going to fly, but did not, but still stayed with him just in case. Maybe next time.
A classic view of Seneca Lake from Clute Park, located in Watkins Glen, N.Y., U.S.A. Seneca is the largest of the Finger Lakes and is host to many sailing enthusiasts.
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SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
Gemeinsames Diptychon-Projekt von www.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/
und Manfred Geyer, August 2020
Aachen, Oktober 2018 (Manfred Geyer)
Berlin (Ute Kluge)
Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, Canada
The original Bluenose was launched as a Grand Banks fishing and racing schooner on 26 March 1921 in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia. It was designed by William Roué and built by the Smith and Rhuland Shipyard.
Bluenose Captain Angus Walters and the builders who crafted the sleek vessel had something to prove. Their sights were set on the International Fishermen's Race. For a working fishing schooner, speed was a tremendous asset. Those who made it to port first fetched the best price for their catch. The Fishermen's Race was no token competition for privileged yachts. It was a real race for the hard-working vessels of fishermen who made their living on the sea. Nova Scotia's pride and shipbuilding reputation sailed with Bluenose.
From the moment Bluenose took to the sea, it was evident she was a vessel unlike any other. When she took home her first Fishermen's Trophy in October of 1921, the legend began. During the next 17 years, no challenger — American or Canadian — could wrest the trophy from Bluenose. She earned the title "Queen of the North Atlantic" and was well on her way to becoming a Canadian icon.
Bluenose came to symbolize Nova Scotia's prominence in the fishing and shipbuilding industries. She represented Canada around the world. In 1933, Bluenose appeared at the Century of Progress World's Fair in Chicago, and sailed to England's Silver Jubilee of King George V in 1935.
The majestic image of the Bluenose has adorned the Canadian dime since 1937 and three postage stamps, as well as the Nova Scotia license plate.
Bluenose II - The legend reborn
Bluenose struck a reef off Isle aux Vache, Haiti on 28 January 1946. Despite the loss, the legacy and admiration for the once mighty schooner lived on in the hearts and minds of Canadians — especially Nova Scotians.
In 1963, Bluenose II was launched. It was built by many of the same people who had worked on the original vessel at the same shipyard in Lunenburg. The project was financed by Oland Brewery to advertise their products, while also promoting Nova Scotia's maritime heritage and tourism. William Roué, the designer of the original Bluenose, endorsed the vessel. Captain Walters sailed on the maiden voyage.
Bluenose II was gifted to the Government of Nova Scotia in 1971. It continues to serve as Nova Scotia's sailing ambassador — an enduring symbol of the province — living history under sail.
Can't help sharing a bw version of the previous shot: as much as I love colour, 'there is something' in bw...
Same day, same road, different season?!
I've done very little editing on my last two shots. Sometimes it's nice to create art from a photo and I do love doing that....but sometimes I want to remember it and share it, as it was seen.
This was one of those times...
"Same Bat time, same Bat channel." This phrase was said at the end of every tv show on the original Batman series. Now it is often used to refer to an occurrence that has an identical time table as a previous one. Interesting how some expressions get started only to become part of our everyday phraseology. I say this because today's post is the same time and place (channel) as yesterday's post.
Take for example the decades old phrase, "the hole 9 yards". Many wonder why it is not 10 yards, thinking the phrase is from football. Rather, it has nothing to do with football and everything to do with the length of ammunition in the wing of a WWII Spitfire. While strafing the enemy, pilots would say, "give him the hole 9 yards."
Same nest/birds comparison...what a difference 17 days make!
Williamson County, Texas, USA; June 14, 2015.
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This is the same image as before but I have removed the tourists to make it more aesthetically pleasing.
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Eilean Donan (Scottish Gaelic: Eilean Donnain) is a small tidal island where three lochs meet, Loch Duich, Loch Long and Loch Alsh, in the western Highlands of Scotland; since the castle's restoration in the early 20th Century, a footbridge has connected the island to the mainland. A picturesque castle that frequently appears in photographs, film and television dominates the island, which lies about 1 kilometre (0.62 mi) from the village of Dornie.
Eilean Donan is part of the Kintail National Scenic Area, one of 40 in Scotland. In 2001, the island had a recorded population of just one person, but there were no "usual residents" at the time of the 2011 census.
Eilean Donan, which means simply "island of Donnán", is named after Donnán of Eigg, a Celtic saint martyred in 617. Donnán is said to have established a church on the island, though no trace of this remains.
The castle was founded in the thirteenth century, and became a stronghold of the Clan Mackenzie and their allies the Clan Macrae. In the early eighteenth century the Mackenzies' involvement in the Jacobite rebellions led in 1719 to the castle's destruction by government ships. Lieutenant-Colonel John Macrae-Gilstrap's twentieth-century reconstruction of the ruins produced the present buildings.
same dragonfly as this one. Don't her eyes look as if they were made of whole milk chocolate?
Thanks to the hints of blaumond and tr33lo and the expertise of Dave Appleton I know that it's most probably a young female of "Sympetrum vulgatum" (Vagrant Darter Dragonfly, Gemeine Heidelibelle).
SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
Gemeinsames Diptychon-Projekt von www.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/
und Manfred Geyer, Oktober 2020
Eschweiler, November 2017 (Manfred Geyer)
Kyoto (Ute Kluge)
Lee had set the agenda for the Wirral very clearly. We were doing both lighthouses, we were heading across the river to do the statues on Crosby Beach, and we were doing the marine lake. That was it. No more, and certainly no less. He was content to leave the fine details to me, i.e. book the accommodation, do the driving, explore additional options, work out where we were parking, write the theme tune, sing the theme etc., but he was insistent on one thing. Well four things. Luckily, Dave and I were in agreement. The second part of our adventures in these northern reaches would be a very different beast from the first in the Peak District, with a far more metropolitan feel to them, but I reflected that after five days inland, I’d need to be by the sea again, and all four of our subjects offered that.
One thing that seemed very clear to me, especially here at the Marine Lake, was that quite often we’d be pulling out the big stoppers to flatten everything out entirely. On Wednesday we arrived at the same time as a mini maelstrom that settled over Liverpool, sending temperatures and spirits plummeting as we struggled on Crosby Beach against the elements. By the time I returned to the car my waterproof trousers had been breached by the storm and were no longer of any use. As an unrelenting band of rain filled the sky and lashed against the windows of our rented house, we abandoned our sunset hour plans for New Brighton and the lighthouse at Perch Rock. On Thursday we experienced the coldest late May day I can ever remember on the beach at Talacre, before heading back to the Wirral, where Lee very generously rewarded us with a gargantuan lunch and a pint of Timmy Taylor’s, before we headed down to West Kirby. Hopefully we could nail all three locations today, with Perch Rock still to come. But by now we were tired after almost a week of non-stop back and forth, and the cold winds blew hard at our backs as we pointed our cameras due south along the marine lake. We came away in need of hot coffee and headed straight for the cafe at Morrisons, only to find they’d just closed. Dragging our camera bags sullenly behind us, we returned to base to try and fortify ourselves for the evening ahead. We did make it to Perch Rock, where we’d arranged to meet with one of you. That was in the last story I shared here.
On Friday morning it was time to hose down the decks of our lodgings and set course for home, somewhere a long way south of here. But before we pointed the car towards Cornwall, there was just enough time to return to the last two locations for a final burst of shutters and glory. By now the rain had headed off to wait for us at home in Cornwall, while the strong winds of the last two days had blown themselves out, to be replaced by a gentle breeze that wouldn’t trouble the super dooper sixteen stop filter. At West Kirby, there was a calm air as the locals made their constitutionals around the perimeter of the marine lake, some of them pausing to watch us a while and exchange a few words as we stood behind our tripods. It seems strange to think that just a few miles away across the Mersey estuary lay the shouting chaos of the Independent Republic of Liverpool, one of the nation’s major cities, home to almost a million souls. Hard to imagine when you live blissfully in a village that’s got a crossroads, a filling station, a pasty emporium and a small woodland full of hidden mineshafts.
The marine lake looked particularly fetching from the south side, and this time there were no windsurfers or kite surfers to blur their brightly coloured sails against our backgrounds. No distractions on the water at all as we took our shots. Not that we needed to take very many at all. I took just four compositions in fact, all of them between five and eight minutes. It wasn’t long before we all agreed we were happy, and so we headed to the car and the final port of call at Perch Rock.
It was very tempting to present this one in black and white, but I preferred just a hint of the muddied notes in the waterfront apartments that sit in the memory from this desaturated morning at the marine lake. Sometimes you need a little bit of colour on a grey day don’t you?