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In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
Milan Kundera
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I was at the zoo the other day and I found this rhino slowly resting itself against a log or the floor as if it was in quiet contemplation. I wasn't sure about the crop on this but it's growing on me!
SOOC
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
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A candid shot of a praying monk at the full moon festival at Ananda Pahta in Bagan.
To see more photos from Myanmar you can check my Myanmar/Burma set.
You should really watch this Large On Black since that brings out more details. My pictures aren't balanced for a white background and a lot of the finer details are lost in this small format.
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Thought the fridge doors needed some color.. so I added a calendar,
some pictures, and magnets (they're really cookies :) to spice things
up
An unplanned shot after seeing Steven Moffat at the Cheltenham Literature festival.
Modelled by the most wonderful Ella.
About 9 months after valentines day, I was doing some spring cleaning. I found a box and a card, and asked my husband about it.
"Oh.." he said.
"I bought it on Valentines day.. I erm, kind of forgot to give it to you."
I am such a lucky wife!
It was a lovely thought, better late than never. :)
This is "Old Dog" he`s a stray. But my neighborhood has adopted him. So he hangs out at my place in the day.He looks like he was in thought.
Perseverance bias:
the lingering of a first impression despite evidence that the impression is false
(Lord, Lepper & Preston, 1984)
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i thought you had died
i thought you were gone
i thought you would need to be replaced
but some gentle trimming
some gentle care in the dirt
and a bit of rain
and you're back again
in full bloom as I walk through the gate
thought I would document the latest work in the studio. Part of a new series of still life florals. Deep contrasts and less detail.
Private thoughts... sometimes they're beneficial to not keep private...
Edited description: This is from a thought diary that I started keeping a few months ago when I was doing CBT for my depression. It didn't last very long before I gave up - both the diary and the depression.
Now, I know that I probably have Borderline Personality Disorder, too. This changes a lot. I guess I'll be picking up the diary again.
Wish me luck in my recovery.
So I decided to rent the new Sigma 45mm F/2.8. (BTW, the first lens I have ever rented) Got it yesterday and tested it today. Here are some of my quick thoughts:
• Build -10
• Sharpness - 9 (@ f4 THEN 10)
• AF C - 9 (it works very well, though I haven't tested the eye AF)
• Color - 9
• Rendering/Fall off/Bokeh - 8
• Size - Goldie-Locks... Just right
• Close up - 10
For $549 this lens is a steal. The best feature of this lens is its size and weight, it is easily an all-day walk around lens. The sharpness and the color that comes out of this little beast is unreal, coupled with the size and weight makes it a winning combination on the S series, in my case the S1R.
The built quality is up there with the Art series, and the hood it the best I have seen; it is all metal. Manual focusing is butter smooth and the aperture ring is a nice bonus.
The AF C- WORKS VERY, VERY well. I was keep forgetting to put it in AF-C because I have the Sigma 85mm Art with the MC-21-SA adapter, which doesn't work in AF-C. I haven't tested the AF-C extensively, but so far, it kicks but.
In this series are sample shots, ok ALOT of sample shots, I took at a local Park. And there was a Classic car show in my city today. 95% of the pictures are SOOC -Seriously.
At the end of the day I will be ordering this lens to add to my collection. If the 45mm F/2.8 is this freakin' good, I am scared to see what the 35mm F1.2...is capable of.
Lastly, I brought my trusty Panny 50 S Pro just in case this lens failed me; The 50 S Pro stayed in my bag. Now, can this sigma 45mm F2.8 replace my 50 S Pro; No! The Panny 50 S Pro is 10 across the board; except in size in weight. If someone was short on cash and they wanted a 50ish lens, I would easily recommend this lens and would probably tell them to skip the 50 Art, why; this 45mm Sigma was built for the mirrorless world.
Did I miss the 1.4 of my Sigma Art 85 and the Panny 50 S Pro, nope, because I was outdoors it is was nice and bright.
I am not a professional but been doing photography as a hobby for close to 15 years, so take my thoughts with a grain of salt.
What are your thoughts? I would like to hear.
10.17
She asked me what It felt like when it happened. I told her it was like I was always watching a movie of myself, feeling like I can’t do anything but knowing I am. There’s a glass wall that separates real me from the me that’s talking. My mind and body are on autopilot, and everything seems surreal. Not the good kind of surreal, that amazing and magical the kind that makes you questions your reality. When I notice it happening I watch and observe, I don’t know what to do because I feel that I cant. I get scared and start to dwindle into that dark scary place you call your subconscious. I am trapped like a bug under a jar. I can’t escape my own realties and my thought begins to race with fear. I don’t want to be around people. My head throbs and want to hide. I cant, I can’t move, but I am moving. Is that me moving or am I in the wrong body? I sit in my mind waiting for it to stop. She asks how long this last and I tell her the whole day. I can’t stop it.
I have been having an online discussion re the ethics of taking photos of people who are unaware of the camera. There seem to be various schools of thought on this.
Never-the-less I went out on Wednesday with the specific aim of photographing people. Here are a couple of the results.
This one was straightened and cropped