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From my spring 2017 trip to Iceland--this lone puffin looking out over the Atlantic from the Isle of Papey.
Over the edge of this ice... looking out the frozen landscape of Georgian Bay.
"Being out on the edge with everything at risk is where you learn and grow the most" Jim Whittaker
Black and white image or colour?
Technically I don't think this qualifies as a fence for Fence Friday. But on our way to a book signing with that 85mm f/1.8 in hand, I couldn't help myself.
If not a fence, this could be a very tall guard rail. Or just a way to avoid litigation if someone were to jump, accidentally. Most likely one would call it a tall orange metal barrier in a parking tower. The orange reminds me of the Golden Gate Bridge, nostalgically.
Nikon D810, Nikkor 105mm f/2.8 VR
1/1000 sec; f/1.8; ISO 400
manual exposure
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It's usually the other way around these days when I sew, the eye of the needle is the blurry bit, not the cotton ; )
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In the early 80's I organized a New Year's Eve party in my new apartment. Like any young girl, I wanted to look wonderful that night. I went to the main shopping street to buy a dress. Except the dress I bought Italian shoes that I didn't really need but those were so beautiful I couldn't resist. I still remember the shop windows shining under the Christmas lights, the smell of baked chestnut and the first snowflakes on my face. A lots of people, the crowd was big and to avoid it I turned down a side street and saw a window of an art gallery. The first thing I saw in was a new collection of a famous ceramic artist and this little vase in between. I stood in front of the window admiring beauty of little vase and persuading myself that it was too expensive and I didn't need it. At one point I wanted to get my shoes back and buy that vase, but I didn't do it. I suffered three days for that vase, eventually borrowed money from my sister and went to buy it. But in vain, the collection was sold. At the party, everyone was admiring my shoes but I was disapoint whenever I looked at them.
And now the best part of the story.
Two months later at my birthday party, my brother's girlfriend (now his wife) brought me a present. Can you imagine my delight when I saw the gift. The much desired vase was in my hands. I was kissing them, jumping, screaming and they were so surprised. We often remember this incredible surprise. I always say that it was not a coincidence, it was a miracle certainly.
It turned out that on the same day they were buying Christmas presents and as they knew what I loved, they decided to buy that vase for me as a birthday gift.
Ten years ago I damaged it during a wash (it slipped out of my hand). I was sorry, now vase has a slightly damaged glaze but also me are not these young girl anymore either.
Both on me and on my vase, life inevitably leaved its mark, but it is important that we are still well and together.
My English is not very good and I hope you understand what I meant to say. I know, I could simply write that this vase is valuable to me. But I didn't resist, I had to tell its unbelievable story.
I wish you a great week ahead and thank you for visiting.
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With its down-turned little face I was really hoping that this might be one of the blue butterfly caterpillars, but my Google skills weren't up to the job of finding an ID.
Perhaps some of my more knowledgeable Flickr friends might be able to help?