View allAll Photos Tagged this
Just a few items... Di's Granny is the bridesmaid in the wedding photo, her future husband is beside the groom (his brother). They were married about 6 months after that wedding which took place in Nov 1917.
The locket is being worn in the circular photo.
Her engagement ring is top right and a brooch of hers top left.
The torn fragment shows her at work, "in service".
HTT!
This was my first visit to Smith Rock, so being me I naturally avoided the traditional image and went off the beaten track looking unique compositions. Unfortunately, we had a bit of a tame evening in terms of color, but I really like the mood in this image and the lovely pattern in the foreground rock.
-------------------------------------------Shot Info:
- Pentax K1, Pentax 15-30mm - 6 exposures focus stacked @18mm f/11 1/6th sec ISO 100
- Processed in Lightroom and Photoshop
-------------------------------------------
We traveled around lake Kariba for 10 days with a houseboat. I saw at a far distance a herd of elephants, at least 50. They were coming from the bush and headed to the water. I asked the guide to take the small boat and navigate towards them. He even didn’t notice the herd at that moment. We immediately jumped into the boat and went straight to the herd. It took around 20 minutes till we arrived close to the herd. During that trip, I took several shots. It was a wonderful moment looking at the herd. Sometimes we could get closer, other moments we had to go a little further. Suddenly, they disappeared into the thick dry bush again. What a moment, so intense, and so happy to see this.
After this picture, the handcuffed folks complained that I was taking their picture, and this cop got all in my face saying I couldn't take pictures anymore and to beat my feet. He was dead wrong and either does not understand photgrapher's rights or was just being a bully. I take pictures of people being arrested not to be dick but to make sure the cops treat them decently. I have seen pigs treat people like shit and whoop their ass when they think no one is watching, but if they see a camera, they become extremely polite. I am doing this not to identify people who may or may not be guilty of petty crimes, but to protect them from police abuse. As long as a photographer is not getting in the way of a criminal investigation, which you can see that I wasn't as they were just relaxing after busting these two, perhaps waiting for the paddy wagon, I have every right to film anything. Of course, for my own safety, when any cop tells me to do anything, I don't argue, I just comply, as I have got my ass beat good by the S.F.P.D. for nothing on a number of occasions. I don't respect the S.F.P.D., I fear them, for a damn good reason, they are bullies and will use excessive force for little or no reason, which is why I was filming this. Dumb ass pigs. His commanding officer needs to have a little chit chat with him about what he can and cannot tell people to photograph. I take lots of pictures of cops, for the sole reason that they are a brutal gang, capable of murder and mayhem and need to be kept in check and my weapon, a very useful one is my camera.
and suddenly you know
it's time to start something new
and trust in the magic of beginnings...
HSS & may you have a magical week! 💫
This was a huge win for me today! I have been wanting to photograph a gyrfalcon for quite a long time. I have chased two 2 others ones reported in NJ over the years and failed miserably at even catching a glimpse of one. These birds are very rare in NJ. I was lucky enough to get multiple perch and flight shots of this fella today... quite a treat! Totally worth the 4 hour round trip. I might just go for him again tomorrow! Thanks for looking!
Connect with me...
My Website: www.MitchVanbeekum.com
This is a creative commons image, which you may freely use by linking to this page. Please respect the photographer and his work.
The beginning of a snow, the 2nd in 5 days in Charlotte Court House, Virginy--taken at my former residence there.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
old from this shoot; a lot of people liked it so i figured it wouldn't hurt to upload another one :)
the fact that i will never have the chance to re-create a shot like this because he is gone truly saddens me, but at least i have good pictures to remember him by... and good memories.
more in comments
This was the best I can do to rescue this shot. Weather was really horrible and my bracketed shots lacked detail in the shadows.
Good thing this was not one of those places that tripods are not allowed. This picture could have been worse if it was done hand held
This capture was taken at the end of an exciting day through the Vinales Valley.
Well worth the 2 hour taxi drive to this spectacular region in Cuba.
Please view & enjoy (L)
This Heart
Though broken and scared it belongs to me,
This beautiful heart that I've been given.
With jagged edges it holds no less love,
tested; as to the edge it's driven.
I've thrown my heart into this life I live,
in every deed and every word.
I will not lock it up inside myself,
to be kept safe; no, it's voice must be heard.
Trusting myself to believe it's words are true,
I shall follow humbly where it may lead.
Though I may falter, I have no regrets.
Though you may find fault, the choice is up to me.
Battered and bruised, this heart holds so much pain,
but it holds an equal amount of joy.
All that's truly given is never lost.
All that stands in love can not be destroyed.
With a full heart, I have such peace of mind.
I've given all that I have to give.
I have stood always true to myself,
and I have so much more life left to live.
~JMP~
For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
This little beauty landed on the veranda on the opposite bank of the canal. I only had a short zoom so closest I could get, in a flash it had dived 3 times into the water with a fish caught each time. I passed a row of anglers a few minutes later, who had caught nothing!
New Zealand - Huka Falls (Taupō)
27.11.2019
---
This might not be the most spectacular photograph on Flickr, however, in these bizarre times,
a throwback to one of my very happy moments....
Look at that water; so powerful, invincible, pure, elegant.
In the situation we are in, and how we handle it -
Let's be like this current.
[viewing in large is recommended!!]
Follow this Flickr account to be eligible for early access to our November round!
10 winners will be chosen at random and contacted in-world on November 7th.
This is a picture from a video I am about ready to upload! It's getting closer to Halloween and my girls are "carving" pumpkins!
Dolls from left to right: Nikki, Keely, Kenzie
This is the small parking Lot in the north part of Jackson Bottom Wetlands...
HAPPY BENCH MONDAY, EVERYBODY!!!!!!!!!
...
I was asked to choose (and comment on) some favorite images from this week's contributions to the "Six of the Best" group. Here are the results.
1. solo exhibition (@SUSU Tokyo) by Kenshi Daito.
This image has been haunting me so I was very happy to see it show up in the "Six of the Best" pool. While I really like Kenshi Daito's work in general there is something about this installation shot that enhances the photo-in-a-photo's mysteriousness. Throughout the exhibition (see his photo stream) he uses the gallery's handsome decor as a foil for images that feel like lost oddities from years past.
2. Prey by venusascends.
This artist has been pursuing a disorienting and intimate vision that in its combination of dreamy atmospherics and somewhat claustrophobic use of vignetting embodies the idea of desire in a rather visceral fashion.
3. Driftwood by sierraromeo [sarah-ji].
Sarah-Ji usually takes fairly "conventional" photographs of the everyday. Sometimes, as in this picture, she shows us just how strange our world is.
4. Lost Eve in the Middle of Eden by La Lumière.
A consistent favorite of mine, La Lumière use the pinhole camera to wonderful effect. Here we are confronted by - yet kept at a dream-like distance from - beauty.
5. Picture restoration studio Antwerp by Martin Beek.
Martin Beek is an astute chronicler of museums and sacred spaces (he is also a wonderful painter). In this particular image I really like the way the restorer's ordinary, perhaps even mundane, work is framed by angels and transformed by the reflected light.
6. isadora azul by Bernardo Castanho.
I love the way that much of this image has an underwater haze and flow to it, but then that mischievous face rises up: riveting.
7. Beach Sheds by Colourdodge.
I like the way this image has a distinct structure: foreground = grass, middleground = buildings, background = sky. Variations within that structure and painterly effects contribute to help make for a rich image.
This is fun! I did the same when I was small, but not with the shorts off.
Maua Island
Hinatuan, Surigao del Sur
Philippines
(...) one day (the first week of october or so), I came in my bedroom and saw an amazing light that was coming into contact with my bedside table so I rushed to pick my camera and started to take some photos
While I was trying to capture it, this little baby came around there to have a look. She sat down and changed the whole image (see previous capture here: www.flickr.com/photos/healingmoments/8090885197/in/set-72...) and my mood: It was like I wouldn´t have noticed her beauty before! (...)
read more on my blog: myhealingmoments.blogspot.com.es/2012/11/day-3652.html
Please become a fan of my Facebook page Facebook SeeItThroughMyLens My website is SeeItThroughMyLens
Local Government re-organisation in 1974 saw the creation of the Greater Manchester County Council, and in which SELNEC became the Greater Manchester Passenger Transport Executive. The changes, which took place and on the 1st April that year, also embraced Wigan as part of the GMC area, therefore control of Wigan’s municipal bus fleet, and its 127 buses passed into the ownership of the newly formed GMPTE. The first notable changes to the buses in Wigan were the 32XX prefix before the fleet number and that the routes were renumbered into the 600 series to fall into line with the rest of the GMPTE network, however, Wigan were slow to repaint their fleet into the orange and white corporate livery of GMPTE.
Wigan Corporation No28 (FEK4F), a Massey bodied Leyland PD2/37 dating from May 1968, is seen on service in its hometown prior to the GMPTE takeover in 1974. The former Ritz ABC Cinema in Station Road, which can be seen behind the buses, was the venue for a Beatles concert, when the Fab-Four visited the Town on 14th October 1964. Sadly, this grand old building and most of the surrounding area in this picture has since been demolished.
This UNESCO World Heritage site includes everything within the ancient city walls that is external - walls, streets, gardens and fences. If you live there, you may modernize and decorate the interior as you wish.
was Something Else! This was taken from the north end of the Lamar Boulevard Bridge.
You can see the beginning of rush hour on the Mopac bridge. Full Moon setting
2.5s f/6.3 ISO 200
cropped, otherwise sooc
This was shot from the MDH. There are 3 Red Mountains in a row.
The biggest problem with taking photos on MDH is there are many beautiful views with no pull off spot. There are still many beautiful spots to shoot, but many you just have to drive by.
This is a detailed, 121 megapixel panorama of the San Francisco holiday skyline, shot on December 28 2016. I've been working on making as sharp and as detailed as possible; you can make out exit sign lights above doors at the SFMOMA 2.4km (1.5 miles) and 555 California 3km (1.9 miles) away and individual lights on the Bay Bridge 5.5km (3.4 miles) away. Thanks very much to Florian Kainz for all of his advice to get this as good as it could be :]
You can check out the full resolution version here: www.flickr.com/photos/captin_nod/32066278265/sizes/o/
The hardware used was nothing particularly special - a Canon 7D with the cheap, standard canon 70-300mm zoom lens at 260mm. I shot individual pictures at f/11, ISO 400 with a 1 second exposure (which underexposed most things about a stop). The panorama itself is shot from 46 individual images; and each one of these images consisted of locking off the camera and taking 4 photographs. In photoshop, these are exactly aligned and median filtered to reduce noise, remove motion artifacts from moving lights and recover a little dynamic range. I'd periodically switch the camera into live view to check that the focus of the lens was sharp. The process of shooting the images - the setup, calibration, checking focus and of course actual exposures - took a little under an hour.
After stitching, the image is around 50,000 pixels across. As expected, I wasn't able to completely eliminate all the things that could contribute to softness - nailing the focus, intrinsic shaking of the tripod & camera due to things like wind, and distortion due to heat haze and atmosphere. In the original panorama, there are large parts of the image that can be downsampled, resized back up and placed back in without any significant loss in quality. This 'empty resolution' means that I could wholesale resample the image to half it's size; this also had the effect of improving the signal to noise ratio a little, reducing the noise in the final image.
For the interactive panorama on Facebook (www.facebook.com/bjoshi/posts/10154212269427423), I used a modified version of Eric Cheng's fantastic PSD templates (www.facebook.com/notes/eric-cheng/editing-360-photos-inje...) to create a 6000 pixel wide, 300-degree-wide cylindrical panorama version of the image. It requires a little manual messing around with the XMP metadata to get it exactly where I wanted it (my image is not very tall); ping me in the comments below if you want more details or help figuring it out.
For those of you that have grabbed the original image from Flickr with the intent of printing or using commercially - please don't, and buy the image or hire me instead. I shoot high quality imagery at very reasonable rates. I'm easy to find, drop me a line.
Just in case this alone doesn't deter you, in the online copies of the photograph I've hidden (in plain sight) in a range of highly offensive imagery that would be extremely embarrassing and difficult to explain to a client. Have fun trying to find it all because I guarantee you can't :]
This day-flying moth (Nannobotys commortalis) is not much larger than a rice grain, and almost invisible when roosting on sand. But as with a lot of cryptic species, up close its pattern and coloration are anything but drab. I've found several of these in the Mojave Desert this spring.
🎼 Listen
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Halloween
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright
It's our town, everybody scream
In this town of Halloween
(Marilyn Manson - This is Halloween)
🎃 Credits
Head: Lelutka Aida @ Mainstore
Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1 @ Mainstore
Skin: Glam Affair - Maewe (tone 6) @ Mainstore
Hairbase: Izzie's - Lelutka Baby Hairs V2 @ Mainstore
Hair: Barberyumyum - T08(02) @ SaNaRae
Ears: Andore - Moon (Group Gift) @ Mainstore
Eyes: Laq Mesh Eyes (Rigged & Unrigged) @ Mainstore
Eyes Applier: Laq n.15 @ Commotion
Eyeshadow & Lips: JesyDream - Cassie Makeup (Lelutka) @ Mainstore
Eyepatch: Goth1c0 - Steampunk Eyepatch @ Mainstore
Outfit: Exia - Florian Dress (Orange) & Socks @ SaNaRae
Shoes: 1313 - Riveter Boots Spooky Fatpack @ Salem
Nails: Zoz - Fall Beauty Polish @ Cosmopolitan
In hand: ChicChica - Spider Pavlik @ Salem
Pose: Ana Poses - Winnipeg 5 @ Mainstore edited with Lelutka Axis @ Mainstore
Decors:
Half Deer - Starlit Spiderwebs / Kitty Ghosties / Kitty and Bunny Jack-o-Lantern @ Salem
SL Dusk Till Dawn Halloween Contest:
269/265
ODC Self Portrait. Not just the face but the person.
Didn't allow myself a second take on this one, ten second self timer - done. Couldn't be any more Me. Scruffy, walking the dogs in the beautiful Shropshire countryside, what I do every day.
Yes, I realise this topic has already been talked over many times on our humble photo gallery. This time however, we have another big developement in front of us.
The famous Polish ban on photography had not really been in power, no matter what any person said. You were fully permitted to photograph anything you want, as long as you were on public grounds, which is a reasonable idea. All is to change now though.
My first post in this "no photo" topic has been published on 6.02.2024, when the Polish Ministry of National Defence published a draft of the ordinance containing the description of a "Photography forbidden" sign, along with many other things. This ordinance is what is required for the photo ban to be implemented in practice, as per a law published all the way back in 2022. The draft remained all that, just a draft, up until... this very day, 3.04.2025. It is now a full-blown ordinance of the allmighty Minister himself.
The published version can be seen on the official government service Dziennik Ustaw - dziennikustaw.gov.pl/DU
The ordinance itself, numbered 432 can be seen here - dziennikustaw.gov.pl/DU/2025/432 - contains a PDF file with the ordinance and a graphical display of the sign.
From now on, any person responsible for the security of an object of critical infrastructure (whatever that means...) will be able to hang out these legal signs and there is nothing the poor citizen can do about this, even when standing on public grounds.
*The ordinance comes into effect 14 days after its publishing, you have time until the 17th of April. For real now.*
Previous post: flic.kr/p/2pwGNoS
Photo was taken in Knurów (Krywałd), the old sign is on a wall of a tiny explosives production facility.
Photo by Piotrek/Toprus
……finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still...”
Joseph Conrad
Have a sunshiny Sunday !
A friendly Papilo machaon—Swalowtail –
None of these images may be reproduced and or used in any form of publication, print or the Internet
This cave is a small part of a large cave network in southern Guizhou tunnel width 30--70m height 30m 这个洞是贵州南部一个庞大洞穴网络的冰山一角 洞道宽30--70m 高30m
This is a genuine Russian cannon from the Crimean War (1853-1856). en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crimean_War
Today Mr Putin is deploying far deadlier weapons against Ukrainian civilians. Illegal weapons such as Thermobaric and Cluster bombs. All in the name of an illegal war to steal another country.
Mr Putin if you want to save the world from disaster, STOP THIS WAR! Muzzle your weapons like this cannon from the Tsarist era.