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Outfit: zOOm - Lucy Outfit
Panties: duckie . barely there black update
Hair: Sintiklia - Hair Lei - Blacks&Browns
Pose: Diversion - Blossom
Photos taken at Sunny's Studio
With snow gradually vanishing, flowers in Rhododendron trees start blooming atop the Sinthon pass in Kashmir Himalayas, India
Shot for the Crazy Tuesday group - Opposites Attract.
Since fruit was allowed, I went with the tart fruit encased seed that fuels our economy. I give you the simple: coffee bean.
On the right is the actual coffee bean fruit on top of a coffee bush leaf (I have my own coffee plants that I grow and they happen to be currently ripe). Inside that red ripe coffee cherry, are seeds that are to become coffee beans.
The coffee beans first need to be fermented, washed, dried, and eventually roasted.
Two polar ends of a product.
#Crazy Tuesday
#Opposites Attract
March 03, 2016
Ambiguous:
[am-big-yoo-uh s]
adjective
1. open to or having several possible meanings or interpretations; equivocal:
an ambiguous answer.
2. Linguistics. (of an expression) exhibiting constructional homonymity; having two or more structural descriptions, as the sequence Flying planes can be dangerous.
3. of doubtful or uncertain nature; difficult to comprehend, distinguish, or classify.
4. lacking clearness or definiteness; obscure; indistinct
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So, generally I'm not a fan of cropping images to a non-standard sized format. I don't know why, they're digital images and can be any size they want to be since I rarely get them printed out, but still I hesitate and dislike it.
But today's image is one of those that I couldn't resist the crop for. This is how I would have shot it, if I had more than my 40mm with me or the ability to hover. (still working on that)
Since this is how I would have shot it if it were possible, I don't feel terrible about the crop, but still it bugs me. Weird, isn't it?
Anyway, even with the crop I like this shot. Especially knowing it was done very early in the morning without a tripod!
Hope everyone has had a good day.
Click "L" for a larger view.
What a marvellous start to a wonderful day taking on the Nantlle Ridge. You leave the Car Park at Rhyd Ddu, cross the road and this is your view!
Your first task is to follow this path and scale the first hill of the Ridge. The summit of Y Garn is just catching the early morning light as John Bleakley and myself have a smile on our faces after the long drive down from the NW of England.
It would be many hours later when we came back along this path, still bearing wide smiles on our weary faces!
A much thicker frost this morning - large areas of the meadow were sparkly white. Nettles look even more spikey than usual with a frosty coat.
Yesterday was the 10th birthday of the Nhill Aviation Heritage Centre, and one of the features of the day was restarting the Wirraway (made by one dedicated gentleman, from scraps of other Wirraways lying all over the countryside)
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Starting point for boat trips in the direction of Antartis.
Ushuaia, located on the Beagle Channel, is the southernmost city in Argentina. "Ushuaia" (indigenous language of the Yámana) means "bay in the east".
Ushuaia competes with Puerto Williams on the island of Navarino, which belongs to Chile, for the title of the southernmost city in the world.
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Ausgangspunkt für Bootsfahrten Richtung Antarktis.
Ushuaia, am Beagle-Kanal gelegen, ist die südlichste Stadt Argentiniens. „Ushuaia“ (in der indigenen Sprache der Yámana) bedeutet „Bucht im Osten“.
Ushuaia konkurriert mit Puerto Williams auf der zu Chile gehörenden Insel Navarino um den Titel der südlichsten Stadt der Welt.
Dave had already disappeared, seemingly swallowed by the forest and its secrets. Maybe he just wanted to escape the endless drizzle, but something told us otherwise. In the woods, Dave can see things that escape me entirely. We knew it would be at least an hour until we saw him again. Dave was entering Dave World, a place where everything makes sense and all is calm. He’d be just fine.
By his own admission, Lee wasn’t feeling the love. He couldn’t see the forest sprites emerging from the mist. “Everything is just a tangled mess!” he complained as he watched Carl and I creeping around the mossy boulders at the edges of this magical dark green world. Lee likes minimal, and this was anything but. Maybe he’d find a lone tree for his Leica somewhere outside the woodland. But with the filthy elements in such a persistent mood, his state of the art camera stayed in the bag.
On the walk from the car park, I mostly chatted with Carl. Carl and I had been “friends” on another platform for a couple of years by now, and although he only lives just over the border in west Devon, this was the first time we’d met. We had much to talk about, including his autumn workshop visit to Iceland, which had been interesting to say the least. We shared future plans, anecdotes on locations and even more importantly, he told us that the Fox Tor Cafe in Princetown had excellent reviews. That was lunch sorted then.
While Carl had been here a handful of times, this was just my second visit. The first time had been six years earlier, when I’d placed reasonably well in the over fifties category in a nearby 10k trail race that took us from the high ground at Castle Drogo down into the depths of Fingle Woods alongside the River Teign, another location I’ve long wanted to photograph but still not made it to. On that day my partner in crime was Emma, an old friend of many years whose race plan was always the complete opposite of mine. Whereas she’d charge off from the starting line like a bull at a gate, I’d struggle to find an early rhythm and be wheezing away like a broken accordion. Towards the end I’d be settled in, breathing evenly and feeling strong, by which time she’d be hyperventilating noisily and demanding more Haribo. We stuck together throughout the course, each taking turns to swear and curse at the other for dragging them out on a soaking March morning - all because the finishers’ medals looked so delightfully blingy. “Give ‘em a shiny thing for getting over the finish line and they’ll come in numbers,” said the organisers to themselves. The language from my companion in that last steep uphill mile was especially fruity that day.
After more than six miles of purgatory in running shoes, Emma had gone to spend the afternoon with her in-laws who lived nearby. I’d brought my camera gear with intentions to ignore the fast road and roll back across the moor. The wood had been one of the two places I planned to visit. “Now let’s see - trail running shoes, check. Compression socks, check. Waterproof winter trousers, check. Welly boots, double check.” It seemed I had everything I needed - except for the conditions. That day I carefully focus stacked a strangely symmetrical frame among the carnage, but in retrospect I’m not sure it was worth the bother. To make this place ping, you really need a bit of mist. Or a lot more skill in Photoshop than I possessed.
Today, six years later things were pinging quite nicely. I mean you can always have more fog of course, but the meteorological lottery was rewarding us well for our efforts. And we’d started very early, which you probably know isn’t my thing at all. In fact, when I later told one of you that I’d been up before 6am in preparation for this outing, he demanded to know who’d hacked into my Whatsapp and threatened to call the authorities. But yes, we’d arrived here at eight, met a few moments later by Carl, and slooshed our way through the mud to the woods, enveloped in a grungy grey curtain, just as we’d hoped for.
It might take a while to start to see things, but when you do, it’s really quite rewarding. Nick, who joined us a little later, has been here countless times, yet he told us he still often finds new shapes emerging from the mist. And now, as I stole away from the others and headed a few yards north, I found the lollipop stick, poking through a mossy “V” shaped frame. No faffing around with focus stacks this time, just a straightforward thumbprint on the main attraction and let everything else recede into a blur. There’s so much waiting here to be discovered.
Dave had that quiet smugness about him which always means he’s found a masterpiece. Carl looked happy enough too. Lee was chewing a Snickers bar. I think the Leica had come out briefly, but he was really saving it for the lone hawthorns we’d find elsewhere later. For three of us at least, the first full day had started well, but it was time to move on and find the next location.
ODC-Start
As Fall arrives Charlotte starts to produce egg sacs. Come spring her little babies will hatch and disappear into the garden.
Start Point, South Devon. Conditions were not up to much, so I had a play to see what I could do. 10 Stop Kase Wolverine filter used.
This world is going down hill and not anymore pleasant and gives me much comfort and assurance as it was. My only hope is God's hope in Yahusha Ha'Maschiach ( Jesus) and looking forward to the world beyond and our transformation to who we are. But the hurdle is getting so difficult and going through trip overs, temptations to sin are enormous. Unless we are strong in our faith, it's so easy to slip away and be on the mire again. But God has always had this message in a small voice " don't let anyone steal your heritage and reward." I always had this in mind that God would not let anyone go through a trial/ testing more than one is capable of handling. Yahuah will always put a way out. I'm looking for this a way out.