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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
After a week when temperatures across the UK have hovered above a sweltering 30C/85F, I found myself longing for the chill and fog of early spring, and revisited a shot which I captured at the centre of Richmond Park in early April. On many mornings I'd hoped for calm conditions that would bring heavier fog, and before this particular sunrise the low wind speed and near-freezing temperature near the Pen Ponds created fog so dense that, for a couple of hours, visibility dropped to about 20 metres. As the sun finally crept above the woodland and created various shades of orange and pink on the horizon, I came across the bare branches of an oak tree, and next to it the remains of a broken tree trunk, part of which now lay on the ground. Something about this scene captivated me, so I stopped to capture it.
The image is a blend of seven bracketed exposures, and proved to be a fun editing project because of the contrast between intense foggy light around the sun and deep shadows covering the trees and foreground. I began by blending my exposures using luminosity masks, bringing up visibility of the tree trunks while toning down brightness around the sun. I then refined my own masks in order to select and intensify the fog in the background. This was achieved by duplicating the blue channel in the Channels Panel and using a Levels adjustment to increase the channel's contrast between Darks and Midtones, effectively removing the trees and grass from the selection. After extracting the highlights around the sun using a selection from my Brights luminosity masks, I was left with a selection of just the foggy background, where I blended in my brightest exposures using a combination of linear and reflective gradient masks.
Colour-grading the image was very straightforward, as the mixture of early-morning blues across the landscape and intense warm tones in the sky only needed a little emphasis. Using Colour Balance adjustments with Apply Image as a layer mask, I gave the midtones and shadows a colder finish, and targeted the brighter area around the sun to increase the reds and magentas in the highlights. Setting two low-opacity Colour Lookup adjustments to Soft Light, I then used the Foggy Night preset for the foreground and the Soft Warming preset for the sky.
Using Nik's Colour Efex Pro, I brought out a little of the tree trunks' texture using the Detail Extractor filter, and at the same time softened the detail in the sky using the Sunlight filter, which helped to bring out the hazy glow across the scene when I'd captured it. While I thought that viewers' eyes would gravitate to the sun emerging between the tree's branches, the tree and the trunks among the fog were what drew me to the scene, and I felt it was important to try to emphasise their weathered texture and, ultimately, their "character". There was something hopeful about the colour spreading across the horizon as the sun rose, but at the same time something poignant about a scene that seemed to tell a story of nature's brutality and illustrate how certain things, once broken, can't easily be healed or repaired.
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Same day, same underexposed roll...
LOMO Lubitel 166 B and its T-22 lens, Kentmere 100 in Rodinal 1+50 for 18min @ 21°C and digitalized using kit zoom and extension tubes.
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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.
The day before the previous upload, 66735 about to enter Manton Tunnel with the 4L13 11.11 Hams Hall to Felixstowe liner.
The same day I saw the Painted Bunting (see adjacent photo) I went to Morro Rock and got lucky. As I was walking around, I saw the shallow rapid wingbeats of an approaching Peregrine Falcon. It had a pigeon lunch which it took to ledge on the rock face and proceeded to devour.
Same owner since 1992!
Nationaal Oldtimer Festival 2022
Circuit Zandvoort, the Netherlands.
Video: youtu.be/mc7mL-5eoAk
Same street as the previous shot with the flowers. No colourful flower displays here, no children's boots made into flower pots.. nothing interesting :( Just some houses - and I find this interesting enough to snap a shot?! Am I a weirdo or what??
Not just take a shot but even process it twice, one for BW - who does this? :(
Upon the top of that same craggy ridge
The caption used is from a poem by William Wordsworth, from The Prelude.
While at a roadside pullout along the main park road on the Tennessee side of Great Smoky Mountains National Park. The view is looking to the north-northwest to ridges and peaks of the Eastern Great Smoky Mountains with Anakeesta Ridge. Given the low clouds that were along the mountain peaks, I chose to minimize those overcast skies and focus the image on the spurs and ridges coming off the main peaks. I liked the layers that they brought out with the tree lines and the way the spurs and ridges seemingly came after the other. The rest was metering the image to so that I could capture some of the details present in the overcast skies while still being able to pull the more shadowed areas along the mountainside later in post production.
Not often I post a shot on the same day I took it but today is that day. I had certain photographic plans but the day was autumnal perfection, just a light breeze, beautiful blue skies, just cool and a fabulous atmosphere demanding of a change of plans. So we still went to Sandgate which is only ten minutes down the road and then Woody Point over Redcliffe way and shot the world as it passed by more or less during the best time of year.
No perfection about this shot but you get the idea - the jetty at Woody Point is a place to add your love locks. We liked these which we spread out to get this endearing message. Some diamonds or whatever in the water as well. Love is forever!
As an aside, we did this once in the supposed city of love, Paris but you just wrote on the things in Nikko Pen. I guess if the expensive locks they sold were master keyed, they could recycle them when they faded (yep, I have a suspicious mind)! Sadly for all those proclaiming their love this way, it seems the bridge got so overloaded with metal, parts of it fell into the Seine! There must be a lesson in that somewhere! Probably, love isn't necessarily forever.
A note from google about the bridge problems in 2014, a year after we attached our lock (there was still a little space!)......"A section of the metal mesh on the Pont des Arts footbridge over the Seine in Paris collapsed last night under the weight of the thousands of "love-locks" attached to the bridge by couples. The bridge was immediately closed to the public and was under repair today".
Side by Side is a picture of North America's two cranes. The one in from the Whooping and in one in back the Sandhill. You can often find them together in the same groups. Lovely birds.
Same Place, Different World
Infrared photography has a way of revealing the world in a completely unexpected light—literally. What you’re seeing here isn’t snow, though it may look like a winter scene. This was taken in full sunlight, with spring foliage reflecting infrared light in a way that renders it bright and frosty. It’s one of the strange and beautiful qualities of infrared landscapes become dreamlike, even alien.
With infrared photography, the visible light spectrum is blocked and only infrared light is permitted to pass. The sky shifts to deep bronze, vegetation glows in near white, and shadows fall in unusual ways. It’s all very surreal—and that’s part of the magic.
Same location, same time of year as yesterday’s image, but an entirely different mood. That’s one of the things I love about photography—how a slight change in method can open up a whole new way of seeing.
Pitt Lake British Columbia Canada
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Strobist information
8th power above the subject
thank you for putting this on explore jan, 22, 2008
#366
Female Twelve-spotted Skimmer (Libellula pulchella) and her potential lunch (a.k.a. Syrphid Fly; Cheilosia albitarsis) - Penny Lane, Penny Lake Preserve, Boothbay Harbor, Maine
And speaking of "Lunch on the Fly",
dragonflies only capture prey while it is in flight.
And when I say only, I mean it, since I've seen flies sitting on flowers right in front of them, and they make no attempt to capture them until they fly away.
'Kinda like how people shoot ducks.
as the previous posts:))
haven't gotten around to go out for a few days, so i prosecced these from thursday:))
but i'm soon empty for those as well:(
but soon i will be able to go out and shoot again:))
what can i say, same day different perspective but the same wonderful sky:))
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