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My cat whom I was very lucky to get a picture of before she ran off. using the rule of thirds to put her in the corner of the picture.
Parkdale, just love this place. Most beautiful part is that I don't go 3 minutes without someone saying Hi.
Day 137/365
A radical shift in reality for me. I look around and things look like a photograph, pure, crisp, unmoving, so much light, areoles of my confused lenses, is gone, so much misplaced color replaced into it’s proper order. I get vertigo looking down. The first think I did with my new glasses was go deep into an Edinburgh basement maze and record messages to my astronaut husband on a far off planet for the film students, everything is changing.
What he lacks in size Red Sox second baseman Dustin Pedroia brings in determination. He has just homered to left and is rounding third base. He is going past Minnesota third baseman Miguel Sano who is nearly twice his size.
Yeah still messing around with these till i get them the way i want ,as you can see took out the carrick castle and put in a old map of ireland to the right of the boat is a letter that he sent havent a clue what it says its in dutch, if you look up to were Portrush is my name and year there is also my wife and our four kids names here to...as this is going to be round for a long time why not leave my mark:) ....Thats it all finished no more messing around there all finished get some sleep now, bloody Nackerd....:) just for Gerty my clock say 05:21am:)
Third image in a series, captured with MC Tokina 500 1:8 on Pentax K-S2 at Whiting Overlook Park in Midland County, Michigan
The Flickr Lounge group has picked The Rule of Thirds for the Week 9 weekly theme.
The Rule is that one has a minor point low on the left third of the photo (here I have an oak tree) and a major point higher on the right third (here the houses and a larger tree) The effect is to produce a calm and harmonious image – I generally try to avoid it.
Reversing this (high left/low right) tends to produce an inharmonious image. It is often said that this is because we read left to right but others argue that it is an inherent part of our nature to see this as it can be observed in pictures where the left to right convention in reading is not observed – Japanese prints for example. (Which were engraved the other way round from the way they are seen anyway)
Photographed a day of the wonderful Third Bite Dance film being made. A beautiful project by 50+ Contemporary Dance Sheffield
Finally the third Engineers in 16 minutes passes Niddrie West Junction, heading to Millerhill.
66554 is seen with 6K03, Shieldmuir - Millerhill at 1122 on the 2nd April 2017. Again Arthur Seat dominates the background
// MICROSONIC LANDSCAPE // An algorithmic exploration of the music we love. Each album's sound wave proposes a new spatial and unique journey by transforming sound into matter/space: the hidden into something visible.
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Book about the issues faced by children raised overseas (by parents who had jobs overseas), who then come back to their "passport country" and have to deal with incredible feelings of unacknowledged loss, questions of identity and the search for a place to belong. These are the very reasons that motivated me to write my own story so it was eery to only just now be hearing about a whole population of people called Third Culture Kids (TCKs) and Adult Third Culture Kids (ATCKs). As if I didn't have enough subcultures to contend with. I heard the term two weeks ago when I gave a talk to a book club that had just read my book. Then, last week, my Canadian raised, Malaysian editor linked me to the TCK organization via facebook and I've been immersed in this material since.
The book divides these kids into roughly three categories 1) Missioinary Kids (MKs), 2) Military Brats and 3) International Business families. Except for the MKs these were the kids I went to school with or who lived in my neighborhood in Bangkok (BKK). I would also add the category of nomadic academics since my best friend Pippa's father was a professor and that is also a common job overseas. The book claims that the term also includes biracial and bicultural children, but then doesn't give more than a mention to those stories, which left me feeling like here was another case of Americans looking out for their own or first world, white, Europeans anyway. But I won't quibble.
The key issue and the source of our pain, as it were, is that we were all subject to a highly cross-cultural experience during our developmental years which was later taken away. Cultures that were not the experience of our parents (or one of them, as in my case). There was also the burden of being physically different thus being seen as the outsider (not so true for me in Thailand, but definitely true when I came to US). Then there's the incomplete multi-lingual aspect of being able to speak and not read one language or some complex combination that will later need explaining when people ask where you are from. We are also highly mobile, used to traversing the world often enough to have a favorite seat on the plane. Needless to say fear of flying is not one of our issues.
Two more similarities startled me. We are predominantly part of a privileged community ie: servants, chauffeurs and perks were part of our life. The military brats living across the street from me had access to American movies that their father, who was in charge of entertaining the troops, showed in their living room during a cocktail party. (Island of the Blue Dolphins which disturbed me immensely, at age 5, because she shot the wolf; I watched until it recovered.) It took 3 years for only the most popular movies to get to BKK otherwise. They also got to shop at the PX thus I became acquainted with a chocolate bar called Hersheys. (Chocolate was not a known confection in Thailand until ice cream introduced.) My privilege came from the wealth that could afford to send my father to England to get his Ph.D. and me to private English speaking schools to hang with these others. TCKs also know they will be repatriated to their passport country. I knew I was being groomed by my education to be emigrated which is not quite same thing, but similar sense of destiny.
The other was that we are conscious of representing a system greater than ourselves whether it be the military, or the church or Foremost ice cream or some other multi-national that sponsored the parental job. This was not my thing so much, but I did feel that I represented the love between two races, two nationalities and that whole UN thing of wanting world peace or, you know, you are just not going to be able to function and get back to see all your friends. I was proud to read of the young Americans returning to their home country and being appalled at the ignorance of their school friends who just did not care that there was a war going on in Bosnia or what. This is why TCKs so embrace Obama as one of them. He who understands, on a visceral level, why we have to get it right as a nation in the world.
This book unearthed a new way to look at my history and it named some of the things that are still issues now and in fact would be helpful to discuss like my inability to commit to anything further into the future than next month for fear that it will all change. And for good. Entire countries lost. Friends never to be seen again, etc. etc.
The benefits far outweigh these issues on an intellectual and experiential level, which is why the emotions are so in denial because it sounds like so much whining by privileged people. We are also adept at meeting new people, finding common ground, discerning dramatically different worldviews as well as subtle differences in perspective and fully immersing in what's going on now. On the surface we are also good at saying goodbye and moving on, but we carry several lifetimes of ghosts. People who flickered in and out of our world. Just like you all on flickr. Ha.
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Gujjars of Jammu & Kashmir
In the Indian state of Jammu & Kashmir, the concentration of Gujjars is observed in the districts of Rajouri and Poonch, followed by, Ananatnag, Udhampur and Doda districts. It is believed that Gujjars migrated to Jammu and Kashmir from Gujarat (via Rajasthan) and Hazara district of NWFP.Another group called Bakarwal (or Bakerwal) belongs to the same ethnic stock as the Gujjars, and inter-marriages freely take place among them.
The Gujjars and the Bakarwals in Jammu and Kashmir were notified as the Scheduled Tribes vide the Constitution (Scheduled Tribes) Order (Amendment) Act, 1991.According to the 2001 Census of India, Gujjar is the most populous scheduled tribe in J&K, having a population of 763,806. Around 99.3 per cent population of Gujjar and Bakarwal in J&K follow Islam. But according to local NGO namely Tribal Research And Cultural Foundation, Gujjars constitute more than 20% of total population of the State.
The Gujjars of Jammu and Kashmir in 2007 demanded to treat this tribal community as a linguistic minority in the State and provide constitutional safeguards to their language Gojri. They also impressed upon the state government to take up the matter with Delhi for inclusion of Gojri in the list of official languages of India.
In 2002, some Gujjars and Bakarwals in J&K demanded a separate state (Gujaristan) for Gujjar and Bakerwal communities, under the banner of All India Gujjar Parishad.
Perhaps the most well know principle of photographic composition is the ‘Rule of Thirds‘.
It’s one of the first things that budding digital photographers learn about in classes on photography and rightly so as it is the basis for well balanced and interesting shots.
I will say right up front however that rules are meant to be broken and ignoring this one doesn’t mean your images are necessarily unbalanced or uninteresting. However a wise person once told me that if you intend to break a rule you should always learn it first to make sure your breaking of it is all the more effective!
What is the Rule of Thirds?
The basic principle behind the rule of thirds is to imagine breaking an image down into thirds (both horizontally and vertically) so that you have 9 parts. As follows.
As you’re taking an image you would have done this in your mind through your viewfinder or in the LCD display that you use to frame your shot.
With this grid in mind the ‘rule of thirds’ now identifies four important parts of the image that you should consider placing points of interest in as you frame your image.
Not only this - but it also gives you four ‘lines’ that are also useful positions for elements in your photo.
The theory is that if you place points of interest in the intersections or along the lines that your photo becomes more balanced and will enable a viewer of the image to interact with it more naturally. Studies have shown that when viewing images that people’s eyes usually go to one of the intersection points most naturally rather than the center of the shot - using the rule of thirds works with this natural way of viewing an image rather than working against it.
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If you are one third buried, it may not have been a good decision to drive this close to the water. Clearly, this guy thought he was amphibious. I didn't have the heart to photograph his whole family trudging down the beach with all their gear. Picnic........change of plans.
There were about ten tractors down the beach a ways, that had hauled sailboats down to the water. I am sure one of them came to the rescue.
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Many thanks for your visits and comments. I thought something a little light, a remnant of summer, would bring a smile in the middle of the week. Happy Wednesday everyone.
I finally made my pilgrimage to the mythical third hippie house today. I'd heard rumblings of it for months, a forgotten connection to the past, just down the road from its far more famous neighbors. As the nearest explorer, it seemed wrong that I hadn't been here, just a five minute drive from home. I'd attempted a visit early in autumn, but a black bear was busy feeding on blackberries, bedded down in the driveway. I decided to give him space until later in the season. I didn't know it then, but I was just a few paces from the structure, hidden in the young growth and leaf cover.
Now the berries have long since shriveled, and the wildlife slipped away to deeper, warmer burrows. On this icy afternoon, I brought some long-handled trimmers to cut away the closest alders, unmasking what's left of this strange little house. Forty-five minutes of work unveiled an improbable structure, nearly as long as tall, and not very wide at all. The doors and windows are long since missing, probably repurposed elsewhere before I was born. The signs of overgrowth are untouched; the floors are rotten, but the frame still holds. Most of the hippies and draft dodgers are long since gone, but their memories linger, forgotten in the forest.
November 8, 2018
Arlington, Nova Scotia
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