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I took 3 shots in succession. She made a face in the first shot, He made a face in the second and lastly the kiss in the third. You would've thought they choreographed it!!!
My uncle and my daughter.
Not a great deal of difference but the colour tones seem more vibrant and you can ajust the perspective so the picture is balanced. As you can see I only have basic editing software but it's good enough for my needs.
The physical presence of Shoreham seemed the same when I took this shot on October 7, 1990 but it looked far from the SOO I was used to. We have 325 sitting with stacks capped with MILW 2009 resting behind. Off to the left is either 701 or 705 one of the pair of GP30's WC didn't want, both had been out of service since early-mid 1987. To the right of 2009's rear end you can make out one of the EMD leasing SD35's commonly called "bricks" by local fans resting in the roundhouse and just in the frame to the right is one of a couple ex BN SD45's that SOO had bought for parts but then upon finding them in better condition then expected returned them to service for relatively short while due to a power shortage.
Same one as before, just with a Spanish Republican flag and from the front. Almost entirely Mat's design.
Same owner since 1993!
Epoqu'Auto 2024
Oldtimer / Youngtimer Parking
Eurexpo Lyon
Chassieu (69), France.
Video: youtu.be/01DTc9bndtU
♫ Camila Cabello (HBz Bounce Remix) ♪ Never Be The Same ♫
Tumblr: Savvy’s
Bodysuit: Sully white from Shae’s Designs @ Gallery Event
Rings: Heidi Bento Rings from Meva @ Ultra
Pose & backdrop: The Stairs (Bento) – pose 2 from Secret Poses
Skin: Hope from *Spicy* @ Skin Fair
Hair: Barcelona from NYNE @ The Darkness Event
Same view different day with a sunrise sky.
December is a bit of a hectic month for us so hopefully I will get to see all of your images very soon that I may have missed. In the meantime, I will thank you now in advance for having a peak at my images here.
Camera: Canon EOS 500D
Exposure: 0.25 sec (1/4)
Aperture: f/5.6
Focal Length:18 mm
Exposure: -0.38
I am not happy with the outcome and this is the same day as the below photo and a different angle and taken during the sunset
Fence Friday. A veritable maze.
Sometimes you go back to a place and see it differently, or see something different in retrospect during processing. Acknowledgement and thanks to Ross Walker (walkerross42) for suggesting this pano view, dervied from my previous post, "You Can Go Back, But It Won't Be the Same."
Same location and pov from my previous upload.
This one is so much colder due to the heavy frost in the background on this day.
MLW's RS-18 CN 3684 and FPA4 CN 6765 are both wearing the same paint scheme and are both powered by a 12-251 Alco engine as they rest in a hangar at Exporail.
Polaroid Week Day 5 pic 1
SX-70 - a saved one that was lying around in a cellar for some ten years. Broken, rusty and all nasty looking. Until I had courage to repair it finally. After some tinkering, it's a nice looking camera now. The frame counter still does not work, the dark slide is not ejected automatically, and it overexposes quite a bit. But it's back to life now.
With the sun being engulfed by the storm brewing over the southern highlands, I was forced to return to the same spot where I had previously photographed SCT014, however it was later in the afternoon, with shadows well and truly in the foreground.
On this occasion, SCT014 and SCT015 head away from Menangle Park as 6BM9 to Melbourne.
Saturday 5th January 2019
Le 2 février 1981, des TGV Sud-Est tout neufs stationnent dans leur nouvel atelier de maintenance à Villeneuve-Saint-Georges. A son origine, ce dépôt s'appelait AMPSE, Ateliers du Matériel de Paris Sud-Est. Des technocrates complicateurs ont trouvé bon d'en changer le nom, pour un autre plus ronflant, le TSEE, Technicentre Sud-Est Européen. Mais il s'agit de la même chose, un atelier d'entretien des TGV, ou même ce qu'on appelait depuis longtemps un dépôt. Mais le mot ne fait plus assez moderne.
La rame de droite est le TGV 10, motrice 23019, mise en service quelques mois plus tôt le 10 juillet 1980.
On February 2, 1981, brand new Sud-Est TGVs were parked in their new maintenance workshop at Villeneuve-Saint-Georges. Originally, this depot was called AMPSE, Ateliers du Matériel de Paris Sud-Est. Some scheming technocrats saw fit to change the name to something more snooty, the TSEE, Technicentre Sud-Est Européen. But it's the same thing, a TGV maintenance workshop, or even what has long been called simply a depot. But the word no longer sounds modern enough.
The train on the right is TGV 10, engine 23019, put into service a few months earlier on July 10th 1980.
This is the same Grey Heron that I captured the other day with a very large fish in it's mouth. This time he was just snacking on a dragonfly, which I think looks like a Black-tailed Skimmer.
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Fujicolor Superia 100
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These shots were meant to be really good handheld shots done with the seagull, but somehow i forgot of roll the film and ended up with a triple exposure. This was the second take of Kenus.
Explored Mar 2, 2010 #33 & FP.
SAME SAME BUT DIFFERENT
Gemeinsames Diptychon-Projekt von www.flickr.com/photos/ute_kluge/
und Manfred Geyer, Juli 2020
Berlin (Ute Kluge)
Wuppertal, Juli 2004 (Manfred Geyer)
Same shot as last week. But I lowered the clarity a lot and inverted it.
Because of my angle to the water the reflected kid looks different from the other kid. The stick ie looks like it has been moved. A Lucky Luke effect:p
The eye is tricked because it thinks the line of level should be the pier. Funny. I did not get it when I shot it.
I have to investigate this further.
"It's always the same nowadays in summer. We either get rubbish or it's too hot. We don't ever seem to get anything in between."
Two ladies of certain years stood in the car park of Morrison's supermarket in Brecon, discussing the weather. We're obsessed with the weather in the UK, simply because we get so much of it. On this Friday morning it was unusually hot and still, in the middle of a ten day period of unbroken Mediterranean conditions as we were. But just over a week earlier we shivered in our woollens and reached for the central heating controls as we wondered whether summer had been cancelled. Some of you in places where the mercury habitually passes the 30 centigrade notch and stays there for most of the summer laugh. But we're just not used to it in this country, which for most of the year is cold, wet and dark. Many of us head south for warmer climes each year where it's far hotter than this, but for reasons I can't really explain, it just feels more punishing here. Perhaps it's the humidity.
I was within listening distance of the conversation, but was carefully avoiding eye contact with anyone. The car park was almost completely full, and with shoppers constantly heading between their cars and the supermarket entrance across the concourse, there was no way I was going to attempt to reverse 6 metres of campervan into anything less than two adjacent empty spaces - even with the aid of a reversing camera. I reasoned I'd rather risk the odd dirty look than potentially maim some poor innocent in an attempt to squeeze Brenda into a space where even an experienced van driver might struggle. I'd parked at the side of a parking bay as unobtrusively as I could, but the two ladies having this conversation were both going to find it ever so slightly more challenging to reverse out of their spaces without hitting me.
A red haired man in a silver SUV circumnavigated the car park over and over again. I couldn't decide why he didn't just pull into one of the few empty bays. Every three or four minutes he would reappear, like the second hand of a ticking clock, inexplicably circling. Meanwhile I waited for Ali, who had gone inside to brave the crowds and fetch the provisions for the last two days of adventure in the mountain playground that lay a few miles south. All the while I expected the imminent arrival of some grumpy overheated local at my window to remonstrate with me on the subject of where I'd parked. But there was little I could do, and nobody troubled me anyway.
Eventually Ali arrived, looking hot and irritable and telling tales of battles at the supermarket shelves and enormous checkout queues. It seemed my ordeal had been the easier one. As we pulled away a sense of relief came immediately, partly because the first corner that I'd been frowning at for some time wasn't quite as tight as it has looked. Everything seems different in compact spaces when you're driving something twice the size of your usual vehicle. The red haired man in the silver SUV waved to beckon me out of the car park as he made yet another circuit and we were off back towards the sanity of the quiet mountain farm where we were staying. At one point we had to squeeze past an oncoming farmer in the narrowest of lanes, but he knew exactly where we could pass one another without incident and all was well in the world once more.
Later, we found ourselves deposited here at the top of the forest above the Talybont reservoir. The rest of the party had descended the valley to wander among the waterfalls and pools far below us. But Ali and I intended to walk the six miles back to our farm over two mountain summits. There's another tale there so stay tuned. For a moment we lingered here, gazing out into the big country from the clearing beneath the tall spruces and feeling the calm sensation that a view without evidence of human intervention brings.
I took this one on my phone and shared it on other social media, often a barometer for whether I decide to post an image here on Flickr. I resisted the temptation to tinker with it any further in the editing suite. After all, it had been well received and more importantly it felt like the right version of the image to me already. One of you was kind enough to suggest it reminded him of a scene from an Enid Blyton novel and I could see why. And yes that's her right there - my little shipmate on life's ocean of adventure, which may have been the title of one of those novels in fact.
It's going to be the first of a number of images from this six night rip to South Wales. There are stories to tell and pictures to go with them. I finally downloaded them onto my PC this morning, and as ever, I'm disappointed with some, but pleasantly surprised by others. But best of all - what a holiday. And what a way to be reminded that you don't need to travel over oceans and continents to find exquisite places when they're all over the place where you live if you just look for them.