View allAll Photos Tagged unknown
We have this Apple growing in our yard, but we lost the plant tag a long time ago. It has a really good taste that is sweet and a little tangy. When you slice it open, there are portions of the flesh that are semi-translucent–like it's been frozen–but it hasn't. I haven't seen this in any other Apples. My Mom says that the fruits are always like this and it reminds her of a Pineapple.
Anyone know what kind of Apple this is?
330-CFD-DN-ST-88-00130: Crew members prepare to go ashore from an Ohio class nuclear-powered strategic missile submarine, 09/30/1987. US Navy Photograph, now in the collections of the U.S. National Archives: Online Public Access.
A Detective Hand camera by an unknown maker. A large camera capable of taking 4 x 5 inch glass plates. I am estimating its date of manufacture at the turn of the century, c1890-1905. Made with high quality. The mechanism is very simple where the lever sets that shutter and the button releases it. No tripod socket, so it was intended to only be carried by hand. Only one viewer. the lack of features makes me think it to be an early item from the detective hand camera period. Any information, or guesses on this unique camera would be appreciated.
Note: Use of this image is permitted with the following requests: 1. you do not remove "© Historic Camera" from the image, 2. You provide attribution and a link back to the Historic Camera website HistoricCamera.com and finally you let me know where it is used by posting here. Thanks.
Unknown proteaceae (Unknown proteaceae)
Fruit at Alii Kula Lavender Farm Waipoli Rd, Maui, Hawaii.
June 15, 2010
I was in the souq last night and this gentleman insisted I take a picture of him. I initially took a picture using a 15mm lens. He looked at the picture on the cameras display and said he didn't want a wide-angle shot, he wanted a portrait taken. So here it is.
:: This was for the photography contest Lincoln Photofest 2011 ::
Tugboat Gallery
Lori Nix's photographs of dioramas had a dreamy, yet eerie, nature to them. She wanted to portray a sense of emergency or disaster, particularly the feelings just before or just after the "event". Here actually is an emergency event. I was too far away to see what was happening, but red and blue pulsing and flashing lights were spread over a city block. I didn't plan to submit this picture, but it contains a raw feeling because it is real and unknown and offers a contrast to the photos of Lori Nix.
Unknown poaceae (Unknown grass)
Voucher 120720 02 at Kula Ag Experiment Station, Maui, Hawaii.
September 25, 2012
Boat Name: Unknown Boat
Make: Not known / FRP + - 38'
Type: SV - Sloop
Location: Inner Harbour next to condo dock
Coordinates: 18°25.592' N > 64°37.064' W
Colors: White + blue stripe
Today marks the final day of the Unknown Maker project. This project started in spring 2021 and it started all with a stack of tea towels that were around 100 years old. All the items in the book were found in thrift stores, on fleamarkets or gifted to me. There are examples of crochet, knitting, lace, tatting and embroidery.
All the items in the photographs are hidden in pockets. These trimmings are hidden in the pocket with the green embroidered blocks.
There is a video of the book but it is too long to put on Flickr. Here is the link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEKf2Mfn0dk
I bought this amusing puzzle at the house party. Cutter unknown; the artist is Frank Reynolds, whose work included illustrations for Punch. Quite a tricky little push-fit, and as I'd hoped, fun to do. 364 pieces.
Unknown cupressaceae (Unknown cupressaceae)
Needles at Ulupalakua Ranch, Maui, Hawaii.
February 15, 2012
1990 Academy Awards
NOTE: Permission granted to copy, publish, broadcast or post any of my photos, but please credit "photo by Alan Light" if you can. Thanks.
Scanned from the original 35MM film negative.
Funny that this whole episode (in two parts) of visiting Sons of Gamal El Helw 'Great Manufacturers of Oriental Perfumes' in Khan Al Khalili, would embody the romance and sexiness of perfume in an entirely unexpected way. What can be more sexy than a man who mixes perfumes and applies them to your forearm, your wrist, the back of your hand, the inside of your elbow..? Yet, El Helw Junior was extremely businesslike, and I suppose he would have to be so, considering he runs a store in the chaos of Khan Al Khalili and has to deal with women tourists all the time.
It reminded me of the curious intimacy with salespeople when buying saris in India. Sari salespeople in big and traditional shops, men usually, will invite you to low seats covered in pristine white cloth and throw out (literally) in front of you yards of dazzling, heart-wrenchingly beautiful and intricate fabric. Very soon you're surrounded by a heap of saris and want to unearth that Chanderi in a deep blue and silver that he brought out first, now buried at the very bottom. Everyone's hands grope for the blue Chanderi in the same pile. Your hands brush against tight weaves in gold and silver thread. You sit there fingering, feeling, imagining the hands that made it and the imaginations that fired the patterns, the stories woven into the cloth. Sometimes, some salespeople will ask you to get up and will arrange the fabric across your chest and drape the pallu so you get the full effect of what it would look like when worn. They will have opinions on whether it suits you or not. They will want to know what occasion its for. They will comment on your skin colour, the spread and heave of your body and whether the sari will accentuate or take away from it. No one wants to wear a sari she cannot carry off, or is too short for, or too wide for. Not everyone looks sensuous draped in a slithery chiffon. Not everyone can carry a heavy Kanjeevaram. And none of this is offensive or upsetting. We are all only thinking about the saris.
In contrast, having yourself measured for a bra, such an intimate thing, could not be more different. That experience is brisk, distant and breasts are not breasts but are droop, cup, hang, perk, balconies or wonders, underwired or t-shirt... But with saris, and perfume, the intimacy is part of the deal.
Mr El Helw would put his nose to your elbow or wrist and inhale. He would look anxiously at how your nose wrinkles or relaxes. Your friends will give it a smell too, and have their own take on it. 'Sweet pea' smelled unique on Jiti, very different from how it did on Shuba. 'Queen Hatshepsut' was distinct on Namita. Everyone did the silent mysterious heuristic of the spicy 'Tutankahmen' on the skin-smell of a lover, a girlfriend, a husband. El Helw was very accommodating about who liked what smell and was quickly organizing us into certain 'smell types'.
And then there is the haggle. The more we smelled of El Helw's creations, the more we wanted, and the more bargaining power therefore. Jiti was the star of course, clear as the crystal bottles on the shelves. I think she drove the man a little batty. I liked that we could tell him things like, "a little less rose" or "more lavender" and he would turn to the shelf where the huge glass jars sat and consider them closely, as if by merely looking hard he could discern some secret deep within their molecules hitherto unknown to him. And then he would make his choice, remove the stopper coated in perfume and ask for a bit of skin that wasn't already daubed in something or the other.
He didn't have things like coffee beans that Duty Free Shops give you to 'clear your nose'. However none of us really needed to clear our noses. Every now and then we'd all sigh in a satisfied way and look at each other and say ' got to have that one'. Jiti would then look coyly at him and simper and go ' thats going to bring the price down then, look, we're ALL taking some of that one too'. Everytime she did that he would mutter in Arabic and say something about being robbed. Though I think he made a tidy sum off us in the end.
Then came the packing and organization. He gave Shuba a roll of adhesive labels and commanded her to write down the names of perfumes and hand them to him. His assistant would stick them on, and Mr El Helw would smell again to make sure the right label was on the right bottle. This little assembly line he got going was entirely amusing.
I have to say, there is nothing quite like being on holiday with women friends. Samir would have tired after about three perfumes and mumbled something about the smell industry giving 'natural pheromones' a bad rap. (I would have said 'this isn't Issey Miyake's empire for godssake'). Then he would have made for falafel and beer.
Unknown Transport for Wales service seen in Cardiff Central station at 1108.
Ian Sharman - All rights reserved. Please do not use my images without my explicit permission.
unknown butterfly I captured this butterfly at the edge of the Rain Forest below Arenal Volcano in Costa Rica. I do not know the species but he is beautiful. Due to all the Wild Flowers Butterflies are all around me...Paradise
A friend sent me this to see if I could identify it. Any ideas?
It was taken near Salmon, Idaho in late August. Creek bottom (on ground, not aquatic) with Ponderosa Pine habitat surrounding. There were thousands of them.