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Feel to listen with (just because I love it 😜) : ♪🎧♫
♪I know you been feeling stuck, feeling low
You can't see how good this life can be
Looking to the future like it's gonna make you happy
Save you from reality, yeah yeah
Imagining the worst like it's gonna end so badly, yeah yeah
Sit back and enjoy your problems
You don't always have to solve them
Cause your worst days they are over
So enjoy your life
Yeah, you might as well accept it
Don't you waste your time regretting
Cause your worst days they are over
So enjoy your life
Sun comes up, your eyes they see clear
Take one breath, your worries start to disappear
Looking to the future never seemed to make you happy
Took you from reality, yeah yeah
Imagining the worst like it's gonna end so badly, yeah yeah
When we're down low everybody's moving round in slow-mo
Never think we'll get out of this black hole
But you're not living in this world alone♫
Puma (Tocho) photographed at Big cat sanctuary. Really pleased to get to spend some time with this gorgeous boy.
🎼🎶...:::°°°GEMINI - Slo-mo°°°:::...
Since the first time, I saw you
I felt it I feel, I love you
Each and every one of my actions
I didn't want to miss it all
When I'm constantly looking at you
Slowly you reach my heart
My feelings are growing
I don't know, the time might stop
How beautiful you, I might be a little closer to you now
Maybe even these words are precious to you
When I'm talking to you
I'm honest I don't lie
I take out the obvious words
I just want your love
Even this awkward ambience
If I leave back some words
Inside this cold coffee
I didn't know the ice melted
When I'm looking at you
I see myself in your eyes slow-mo
The time which is running fast
I click a picture in my head right
Fall in love
Our love is slow motion
We passed the friendship phase,
Slow-mo
Fall in love
Our love is slow motion
It's okay even if it's slow,
Slow-mo
After this time passes by
We get more closer
Each and every one of my actions
Even when I know everything
Which words should I say
To feel I don't know
A little slowly towards you
So that my feelings can shine
This is not a touching love story
Me:
✩ Mesh Head Genus Project – Gift Head
✩ Outfit -Lil Meow- – Vivian Set
✩ Boots eSSent – Angelina Boots Latex
✩ Stole Glitzz – Stole Gift
My Sister:
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✩ Outfit + Shoes Vive Nine – The Hills
Credits :
Jewels by !Aphorism!* www.flickr.com/photos/aphorism_sl/24421073942/in/dateposted/
Skirt Part from Bare Rose (Chain Gold Outfit)
Nails (Rigged Mesh for Maitreya Hands) by Formanails
Calico Hair (Cadence)
Skin : Rosie in Creme from Elysium by Aleida Rhode *
Incredible slow mo. photography by Marcel Christ of Exploding Powder (Used to create paint brush) incandescentart.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/marcel-christ-po...
* From Shiny Shabby
Y no se confundan, señora' y señore'
Yo siempre estoy ready pa' romper cadera', romper corazones
Solo existe una, no hay imitacione' (na, na)
Y si aún no me creen pue' me toca mostrárselo
Take a video, watch it slow mo, mo, mo, mo, mo
Elbow - The Bones of You
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiIijxMA5xI
So I'm there,
Charging around
with a juggernaut brow
Overdraft speeches
and deadlines to make
Cramming commitments
like cats in a sack
Telephone burn
and a purposeful gait
When out of a doorway the tentacles stretch
Of a song that I know
and the world moves in slow-mo
Straight to my head
like the first cigarette of the day
And it's you and it's May
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
Do I have time?
A man of my calibre?
Stood in the street
like a sleepwalking teenager?
No. And I dealt with this years ago
I took a hammer
to every memento
But image on image
like beads on a rosary
Pull through my head
as the music takes hold
And the sickener hits,
I could work till I break
But I love the bones of you,
that I will never escape
And it's you, and it's May
And we're sleeping through the day
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
And I can't move my arm
For the fear that you will wake
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
And I'm five years ago
And three thousand miles away
Photo taken at Mitsumi-Town In Tokyo, Second Life
An instructor pilot with VMAT-203 'Hawks' brings his AV-8B Harrier in for a short landing at NAF El Centro.
Pigeon Run Falls.
Taken during a two week long camping trip to the Pennsylvania Wilds, a very scenic place with lots of great hikes and beautiful waterfalls.
After visiting a reptile shop recently, the owner was kind enough to take some animals (including this Chameleon) out of their tanks for me to photograph!
I loved seeing all the animals and had the chance to watch them be fed too! I have a slow-mo video of this Chameleon on my facebook page, be sure to check it out: www.facebook.com/kacieballphotography (don't forget to like the post and my page)
Wait for it...and turn on the sound.
It's amazing how its head stays so still while it flies around. If you look closely you can also see its little tongue going in and out and the feathers on the back of its head being blown around by the wind from its flapping wings. I love the moment when normal speed slows down and the sound of its chirping and flapping wings also slows down.
Shot with iPhone 6s: 720p and 240fps
We hiked up to this unique spot right before sunrise to catch the incredible show of fog sea flowing over the iconic bridge. Felt like watching a slow-mo movie of nature's wonder.
Slow motion hummingbird flight and feeding, recorded with iPhone 6s. Listen for its chirps and the sound of its wings flapping!
I'm back in Boston - and back to decent internet speeds - so now I have to start posting stuff from my trip.
One thing I love to do when I visit California is watch the hummingbird feeders - and this time, I tried out my iPhone 6s slow mo video for the first time.
Listen to hear it chirping and look closely to see its little tongue going in and out!
We decided based on some bird books that this one is either an Allen's hummingbird or a Rufous hummingbird, which are apparently very difficult to tell apart.
This video was at 120fps and 1080p (I also took some at 240fps and 720p which I'll post later for comparison). I had to export this using iMovie on my iPhone to get it to upload to Flickr, not sure if that lost any resolution but I hope not.
I was gliding ever so slowly in my kayak towards the Great Blue Heron praying he wouldn't move, I think I even held my breath, afraid my heart would jump out of my chest and scare him, careful not to make a noise with my paddle, as I've come to learn after many failed attempts, they don't care for paddle action much at all. Then proceeded to pick up my Canon 40D in slow mo, and he gave me a look, as if to say "Silly Cowgirl, you're in La La Land ...trying to be stealth? I saw you coming a mile away."
As a side note * Sadly, I think the movie stars are in La La Land, all those million dollar dresses and jewelry could feed the world's homeless.
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the anecdote on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
My best photos (mostly not on Flickr) are here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
The photo above is far from perfect - believe me, I'm aware. But I'm still very proud of the shot: because getting it was such an excruciatingly long process that it drove me to the brink of insanity. I'm afraid the anecdote that follows is equally long (though hopefully only half as excruciating 😉), but especially for birders it might be interesting.
To provide some context: In the winter of '23 I started feeding the birds in my garden on a huge tree trunk which I'd dragged underneath the fig tree right opposite my wooden shed. And it was through a small hole in that shed's wall that I was then able to photograph my unsuspecting avian guests from a distance of not even two meters (that's a story in and of itself, you can read all about here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52994208987/in/datepo... )
Using the shed as a blind was a game-changer for me; I hadn't managed to produce more than a single usable bird photo in the years before, and now within only a few weeks I succeeded in capturing most of the regular visitors to my garden (nuthatch, blue tit, great tit, marsh tit, dunnock, Italian sparrow and many more) up close and in great detail - yet I wasn't satisfied.
The reason for that was simple: the most beautiful bird in the neighborhood - a Eurasian jay - had so far eluded my camera. I was hell-bent on capturing that fella, but he stubbornly and consistently refused to play along. I'm aware not all jays of the species Garrulus glandarius are that difficult to photograph, but unlucky for me, mine was a regular diva and obvious VIB (that's short for Very Important Bird - in case you wondered 😉), and he behaved as such.
On the few occasions that Mr. Jay did grace my garden with his presence - and I could observe this through a window from the house - he would fly onto a branch of the fig tree right above my buffet for birds, sit there for maybe twenty seconds contemplating what was on display below, only to then fly away again (and I swear I could see him wrinkle his nose - or rather beak - before he took off 😉).
To be fair, it probably wasn't just the menu that didn't convince him; I'm pretty sure this jay knew something fishy (or worse: human) was going on in the shed, and my sunflower seeds and peanuts - which he could probably also get from birdhouses nearby where no paparazzi were lurking - just weren't good enough for him to be willing to take a risk.
Naturally I also tried other delicacies, ranging from fresh apples to grapes to raisins and other dried fruit, but nothing worked; Mr. VIB remained suspicious, which was more than a little frustrating.
Now at this point it might be worth mentioning what probably every birder already knows, namely that Eurasian jays are incredibly clever. If they don't want to have their picture taken and you insist, well, then it becomes a battle of wills between you and the smartest guy in the woods.
It becomes a game of chess, but one where you're up against a grandmaster: only you don't know it yet (unbeknownst to many, every insane asylum comes with a special wing that is reserved for wildlife photographers who tried to get a jay photo - the so called "Jay Wing" - where only the toughest and most experienced psychiatrists are allowed to treat the poor souls 😉).
I had no luck with the jay all winter, but I wasn't ready to give up (nor was I ready to have myself admitted to the "Jay Wing" - yet 😉). Once spring arrived, I hoped to attract Mr. Bluewings with a special treat. Growing up near a fruit orchard, I knew how much Eurasian jays loved cherries, and in May I could finally get the first fresh ones - still imports - from the store.
That timing was crucial, because the cherry trees around my village didn't bear any ripe fruit yet that could have competed with mine - though they would be soon. So there was now this very small window of time where I was able to offer our local "star" the kind of exclusive VIB-treatment that he clearly demanded.
And it worked... almost. It took a few days, during which the jay probably observed the tree trunk from afar (I imagined him with binoculars, in a trench-coat and with a fedora hat like a private eye from the 1940s 😉 ), but eventually he couldn't resist the juicy bribe, and he indeed came to collect the cherries.
The only problem was: the clever devil timed his raids on the buffet so perfectly that I was never in the shed when he did it. It was crazy, but I never even saw him from the house; once the cherries started disappearing, I just assumed it had to be him, because the other birds showed zero interest in anything other than the nuts and the seeds.
For almost a week the same story kept repeating itself (with slight variations): sometime during the day - and never at the same time - the cherries were being collected. The thief never took more than four or five, and it always happened within a time frame of around ten minutes (this I deducted because I checked the tree trunk at pretty close intervals) - and without exception during a moment when I wasn't there to witness it.
By now it was obvious that the jay had the house and the shed under constant surveillance, probably from a high vantage point up in the trees outside my garden where he could even see me through the windows, while I couldn't see him. It drove me nuts: the meticulousness and stealth with which this fella went about his cherry-thieving business were simply unreal!
He might have been a diva, but he showed incredible discipline: once he'd had his fill, he didn't come back, and the rest of the cherries remained untouched until the evening. It was hopeless: if I wasn't willing to observe the tree trunk non-stop or hire a private detective (and I admit I considered the latter for a moment 😉), it was clear I wouldn't see as much as a tail feather. But then I had an idea.
You have to know that I didn't want the bird food to be visible in my photos, so right from the start, I had put three somewhat photogenic looking logs of firewood in a little triangle on the tree trunk, and I'd always "hidden" the bird food in their midst (a bit of a cheat, I know, but all's fair in love and photography 😁).
This meant that while I could see those logs through the window from my house, I couldn't see the cherries and thus never had a visual clue when they started to go missing. The next day I put a single cherry on one of the logs, the remaining ones I put in the space between, like I had done before.
I went back into the house and made myself comfortable with my laptop on the sofa next to the window. Every once in a while I would turn my head to see whether the cherry was still there. After maybe two hours, it finally happened: A moment before I had still seen its silhouette clearly, and now the cherry had disappeared.
I jumped up and quickly (but silently) snuck into the shed where my camera was already mounted on the tripod and ready. The adrenaline started to kick in: I had no idea if my plan would work. The logic behind my idea was: if the jay went for the most exposed cherry first and was then busy for a minute or so eating it somewhere, maybe he wouldn't notice me sneak into the shed.
The suspense was nearly unbearable; sweat was dripping from my brow into my eye, and I didn't dare to move, for fear the slightest noise (like my clothes rustling) would give my position away to the jay. I looked through the viewfinder, eyes squinted, frozen like a statue, for what felt like eternity (but in reality couldn't have been more than a minute or two), when out of nowhere he appeared: the master thief materialized on one of the logs like some sort of magic trick.
And yes: it was the jay - and he looked magnificent. He made a quick movement with his head, and then he was gone. I was stunned. It all had happened so fast that I hadn't even tried to get him in focus - I just stood there, almost shocked. I had never had a chance to get a shot. A minute later, while I was still silently cursing myself, my prized bird appeared again. I fumbled on my camera - he was gone before I could do so much as adjust the direction of the lens.
I started cursing loudly now - I just couldn't help it - but the jay didn't seem to mind. Within the next three minutes he came back two more times, and all I had to show for in the end was a perfectly focused - albeit entirely birdless - photo of the logs on the tree trunk (well, that and some very nice clumps of my own hair in my hands 😆). I hoped against hope he would appear one more time, but he didn't; he'd taken his usual five cherries, and the raid was over for the day.
I have to say that despite my anger (mostly at myself), I was impressed: the speed with which my adversary acted was incredible - no wonder I had never seen him. But there was simply no way I could shoot this lightning fast creature the way I usually do, which is by selecting the smallest focus and then only aiming for the eye. If I wanted to capture Mr. Bluewings at all, I had to switch to auto and continuous shooting mode, hoping one of the photos would end up being in focus.
I enacted my new strategy the next day, and thankfully the trick with the single exposed cherry on the log worked again: the jay went for it first, and I was again able to quickly sneak into the shed, apparently undetected. As had happened the day before, Master Garrulus glandarius appeared out of nowhere - and again was gone before I could even think of pressing the trigger.
But after the third attempt, my timing was finally right; I aimed and shuttered in rapid fire as if I were working a machine gun; the camera went "trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" (yes, that's my best imitation of that sound 😂 ), and I could see immediately how that noise irritated the jay. Weirdly enough, he seemed to be much more bothered by the camera noise than he was by my constant muttering and swearing.
This time, he didn't come back for a fifth and final cherry. But I couldn't have cared less (and as a nature lover it embarrasses me to admit this); I was in a reckless, almost feverish "hunter mode", and the only thing that mattered now was my photographic prize.
I was euphoric, because I knew I had captured the jay. Still in the shed, I immediately went through the photos, fingers trembling with excitement (I know this must sound exaggerated and very ridiculous to most people, but I bet you photographers out there know exactly what I'm talking about 😄).
My euphoria dissipated quicker than you could utter the words "Jay Wing". Even on the small camera screen it became instantly apparent the pictures were unusable. They were out of focus at best and a total blur at worst. I scanned my surroundings for a suitable object or surface where I could bash my head in. I wanted to scream (and maybe I did - my neighbors looked at me funny later that day, but then they often do that 😂).
So far it was 3:0 for the bird. I had failed at every attempt, and he had outplayed me on every level. To make matters worse, I didn't dare to apply the continuous shooting mode again: the noise was just too loud, and I was afraid I would scare the jay away for good (plus the results - due to my ineptitude - weren't likely to improve).
I was used to photographing reptiles, insects and roe deer, and none of them moved as fast as the Eurasian jay: I needed more time. Just a few seconds would have been enough, but I realized the clever bird would never give me those. The situation seemed hopeless - until I had an unexpected Eureka moment. All of a sudden I knew how I might get an extra second (or two) with Mr. VIB (provided he did come back after my loud shuttering).
The following morning I went to the tree trunk once more, and again I put a single cherry on one of the logs, but the rest - you know: the ones that I always put into the middle of this log triangle - I covered with some thin twigs. Not too many - after all, the bait had to remain visible underneath the twigs - but enough that a single picking motion wouldn't be enough to snatch a cherry.
"Your move, Mr. Jay," I thought as I went into the house. I lay down on the sofa, then I waited. The jay didn't come. All day long I regularly peered out the window: the silhouette of the lone cherry on the log remained in place, like some weird little statue, mocking me.
I became convinced the intense camera noise the previous day had disgruntled the jay to the point where he'd had enough of my shenanigans. Hard as it was, I had to get ready to accept the fact that my trophy shot of this beautiful bird just wasn't gonna happen. Then, sometime during the late afternoon, I suddenly noticed the cherry was gone. Ten seconds later I was in the shed - and ready.
The look on the jay's face when he landed on one of the logs was almost comical. He apparently hadn't noticed the twigs before, and his short moment of hesitation was all I needed to get a first shot. He heard the noise and looked right at me - click! - and that was my second shot, which nicely captured the bewildered look on his face (you can see that photo here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/52994208987/in/datepo... ).
It only took Mr. Bluewings two seconds to adjust to the new situation; he quickly threw out a few twigs with his beak, picked up a cherry - click! (my third shot, that you can see above) - and off he flew. But it was clear the jay knew exactly he was being photographed, and he didn't like it one bit. The annoyed expression on his face had been unmistakable: he looked like Sean Penn when he's confronted with a paparazzo.
Meanwhile I was over the moon: it had worked (and a quick check on the tiny camera screen confirmed this); I had at least two acceptable photos. The few extra seconds the twigs bought me had done the trick.
All's well that ends well, as the saying goes, and if the 'Tale Of The Jay' were to conclude here (and it could), this would indeed be a happy ending. After all, I had eventually outsmarted the clever bird and gotten my desired photos. But there is a short epilogue to the story, and I believe it's worth telling (and if you made it to this point, you might as well continue reading 😉).
You see, I was only able to pull off the "single-cherry/twigs strategy" one more time (the very next day, and you can see those photos here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/post/eurasian-jay-garrulus-glan... ) - and then never again. Two days later, the single cherry was still visible on the log at nightfall, and so I assumed the jay hadn't come. But when I went to check - big surprise! - five of the other cherries were gone.
"Well," I thought, "That's pure coincidence." In my mind there was no way the jay could have realized the exposed cherry on the log disappearing was my visual clue that his stealth "attack" had started: no animal was that smart. And yet I have no other explanation, because believe it or not: he never went for the single cherry again. Ever.
In all my subsequent attempts, my visual clue remained untouched, while the jay cheekily collected the other cherries. And soon after, the cherry trees around the village were starting to bear ripe fruit, and the jay's visits to my garden stopped. In fact for the entire remainder of the year, there were no more photos for me of Mr. Garrulus glandarius.
So in the end - who REALLY won this game of chess between me and the jay? If you ask me, I'd have to call it a draw (and that's probably still being generous to myself) - but you be the judge. 😉
P.S. This year I photographed and filmed a Eurasian jay in my garden (I have no idea if it was the same fella as last year), and this clip here might give you an idea just how quick these guys are: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OA9s_bciA-Y - I timed the cherry theft: it takes the jay not even two seconds to land, snatch his prize and take off again (you can also watch it in slow-mo), so I guess I shouldn't be too hard on myself. 😂
Many thanks for looking and reading, and have a wonderful weekend everyone 🙏 😊 ❤ - and as always, let me know what you think in the comments (I'd be particularly interested if anyone had similar experiences with jays or other clever corvids - or was outsmarted by any other wild animal the way I was).
Make sure you turn on the sound!
The iPhone 6s has two options for slow-mo video built in: 120 fps at 1080p, or 240 fps at 720p.
This one starts at normal speed and then slows down to 240fps and 720p, which I think is definitely the better speed for hummingbirds. Compare to the last one which was 120fps, and see how much more slowed down this one is - you can really see the detail as the hummingbird hovers there.
I think the reason it takes so long to go in for the flower is that I had probably just adjusted my iPhone and tripod setup, and it was suspicious of this large object right next to the feeder.
Came to a screeching (well, no, anti-lock brakes don't allow that) slow-mo stop, reversed and went to knock on the door. Haven't visited since fall 2019 but Pat invited me right in. I told her I'd love to visit sometime later in the week but really wanted to get a couple photos while there was still some good light, and she understood perfectly :)
Diamond T truck with a 1950 Nash Ambassador, a very lovely behemoth of a car
Opps that wasp is a bee
Slow mo bee on a yellow flowers 250 frames a second sony on a Sony RX10
Cutleaf coneflower
Rudbeckia laciniata, commonly called cutleaf coneflower, is a species of flowering plant in the aster family. It is native to North America, where it is widespread in both Canada and the United States
I think this might be the first shot I have ever successfully achieved motion in the background. Alas not by choice, I just had the camera settings set to bird on a perch far too slow for flight. Fortunately for me, the old heron is in slow-mo flight so easy to catch and my pan was exactly timed to his speed - or lack thereof :)
I’m sure this place needs no introduction but if so, It’s Horseshoe Falls just outside Llangollen. It was designed by Thomas Telford and constructed in the early 19th century to divert water from the River Dee into the Llangollen canal and now part of the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct and Canal World Heritage Site.
I borrowed the title from this pretty cool track and you've got two versions if you feel like listening. If you don't, it's your loss.😊
Make sure you turn on the sound!
The iPhone 6s has two options for slow-mo video built in: 120 fps at 1080p, or 240 fps at 720p.
I shot this video at 1080p and 120fps before realizing the other option was there. The resolution is nice, but the hummingbird is still moving pretty fast at this speed.
However, its still fun to see it calling / screaming even at this speed! They seem to spend half their time and energy trying to scare each other away from the feeders and absolutely refuse to share.