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For a project for Caturah.
The process of making has been good for me. I like putting single elements together into a useful whole.
Mrs Nghien started spinning silk at age 20, and retired in 2023 at the age of 96. She was kind enough to set up her tools and show us her skill.
Truc Ninh in Vietnam has a long history of silk production. Renowned for its high-quality silk, the region has a strong tradition of manual silk thread production, passed down through generations. While facing modern challenges, Truc Ninh continues to produce silk, combining traditional methods with modern techniques to sustain this valuable cultural heritage and contribute to the local economy.
Brass screw. Illumination by light table from below. Blue paper on top for the color accent. Focus stacking, 180 shots, stepping 1. Focus stacking in Helicon Focus method C/1. Postprocessing in LR (but very little except removing dust)
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i had this idea when I was brainstorming last night, didn't really come out as planned, but that's okay. school tomorrow, i'm excited. the more days I go, the more days till summer.
help me pick which photography class to take, film or digital?
thank you julianne (between two lungs) for the testimonial!
While I was waiting on a hummingbird this guy was collecting water from a nearby puddle and I just happened to catch him in flight.
Threads Edition 4 - A handmade A6 zine with photographs, drawings, illustrations, stories and poems.
Hand letterpressed cover with tipped on images.
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Nikon D750 / Nikkor 50/1.4
This aerial photograph looks down on Thornham Harbour on the North Norfolk coast where a narrow tidal creek threads through saltmarsh and shallow pools then runs alongside the sea wall and the staithe track. The dark, branching rills in the marsh show how the tide drains off the flats while the greener fields to the right sit behind the embankment on reclaimed grazing marsh.
At the edge of the creek is Thornham’s Coal Barn, sometimes simply called the Coal Barn at Thornham Staithe. It is closely associated with the harbour’s late trading years when coastal craft brought coal in and carried local produce out. One of the best known figures linked to the port was the coal merchant Nathaniel Woods. His two masted cargo ship Jessie Mary is commemorated at All Saints’ Church, Thornham and its final voyage into the harbour is commonly given as 1914.
The working harbour landscape here sits on older foundations. Records for the area describe major marshland reclamation and embanking in the 1642–1643 period and the harbour continued to evolve with quays and buildings serving coastal trade for centuries. The great flood of 1953 is often cited locally as a turning point for North Sea coastal infrastructure and it is remembered at Thornham in the loss of former harbour buildings such as the old granary. Today the creek is used mainly for small boats and the Coal Barn stands as a distinctive landmark in a tidal landscape that is still constantly reshaped by wind, water and silt.
From Virginia, Rob brought back some antique furniture from his late grandmother's home. One of the pieces of furniture is a large chest of drawers. The drawers are still filled with all of her craft things -- bits of fabric, doll-making supplies, sewing sundries. A couple of the drawers are filled with spools of colorful thread, and those are just wonderful to look at.
Spools of thread, cards with trim or bias tape and bits of lace totally remind me of my childhood. My mother always sewed all my clothes and I didn't wear a 'store bought' dress until I was old enough to have a part-time job and buy my own.
Mum was an excellent seamstress and could make the most complicated patterns. When I was in high school and all the other girls were beginning to dress like hippies I was the one kitted out in tweed suits sewn from Vogue patterns that made me look like Angela Lansbury from Murder She Wrote. I even had jackets with bound buttonholes. I betcha there is hardly anyone reading this who is familiar with a bound buttonhole but take it from me it's very complicated sewing.
Do you think I was happy wearing these designer clothes? Not even a bit....it was horrifying...it was humiliating.....it was persecution. :-D I wanted to be like all the other girls and wear cheap stuff off the rack. This caused no end of consternation in our household resulting in tears, harsh words, foot stomping and pouting but I still had to wear those remarkably well made clothes.
One of my greatest liberating triumphs came when my mother made my coat for school. It was a dressy knee length coat with a lovely weave in powder blue. It was an old lady coat. There wasn't a day that went by that this ungrateful daughter didn't complain about her embarrassing coat so finally my mother said she would dye it navy blue if it would make me happier about it. It seemed a compromise I could live with.
So Mum set about dying the coat and when she was done it had shrunk to the size of something only a five year old could wear.
I was overjoyed.
She was dismayed.
It was vindication.
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let's go to the Baltic states!
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"Baltik" est un livre de 106 pages regroupant 86 photos argentiques 6x6 noir et blanc. Une autre vision des pays Baltes... il est disponible sur la boutique! 22€ port compris en France.
UPDATE
Flickr staff have now responded to concerns that flickr was about to close or be sold off following Yahoo's press release on February 2nd. Read staffer Matthew Almon Roth's reassuring remarks at the end of this discussion thread:
This was taken in the flower garden at Pineland Farm in New Gloucester, Maine.
Thread-waisted wasp, (subfamily Sphecinae), any of a group of large, common, solitary (nonsocial) wasps in the family Sphecidae (order Hymenoptera) that are named for the stalklike anterior (front) end of the abdomen. Thread-waisted wasps are typically more than 2.5 cm (about 1 inch) long and are parasitic on insects and spiders. The host is often numbed by malaxation, a pinching or crushing of the neck by the wasp’s pincerlike jaws, and paralyzed by the wasp’s sting. The wasp places the host’s body in a mud cell and lays an egg on it. Upon hatching, the larva consumes the host.[Encyclopedia Britannica]
My box of thread for a project I just finished. I always wait until the piece comes back from the dry cleaners before I put the thread away. You never know if you'll have to restitch something after it's been cleaned and pressed so I leave the thread in my little project box. Once I've inspected the piece, I put the bobbins back and start hunting for a new project to occupy my time.
I don't do a lot of sewing (some, but not a lot) so when the Macro Mondays theme of "Needle and Thread" was announced I was like, "What can I do that's different and makes sense to me?" Well, I'm way more into Sci-fi then stitching, and a needle does look a little like a rocket if you view it right, so why not set it on fire. Natural thought progression -- right? So, there you have it. That's why I have burning thread in my needle.
One last piece of vintage machinery from Thomas Edison's machine shop.
There are some great pieces of industrial history here, but the light can be a bit challenging for a photographer, due to the big windows. Guess I need to go back for a longer visit on a cloudy day in the winter...
This finch had some very fine, almost hairlike feathers that promptly showed up. Such a beautiful little bird.
A friend came over to learn a little about macro photography and this is the result. Shot with a legacy Zuiko 50mm f/3.5 macro lens with an adapter on an OM- D EM1 Mk ll. Stacked with Photoshop.
Took a little walk in the James River yesterday. I took this while standing in a little sandbar that appeared only in the last year or so. The secret (What is it about me and secrets the past couple of pictures?) is that you have to stay really close to the bank. Otherwise it's like quicksand. As one foot sank in quickly, I scrambled closer to the bank, laughing at myself.
First time to see these in our lantana. Tried to grab a couple of photos, not quite in sharp focus but wanted to record its presence. May get better ones later. They nest in the ground.