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When I ordered my BrickCon badge I asked for my name and town I live in. Seems they spelled it wrong.
you bolt your sons Sigma 10-20mm lens onto your full frame camera, flip him upside down at the beach with his hands stuck in his pockets and tell him that heaven and earth are at the tips of his feet........surely it goes without saying, he takes all your camera gear, tells you your not to be trusted.....the 10-20 is a lethal weapon in the wrong hands and then goes on to be a professional photographer......that's what happens when.
Just like the story they told
In those fairy tales of old.
"So she held him in a clinch
And she did never flinch.
She kissed him on his mouth
And it turned him inside out
And he changed into a Prince"
A frog is just a frog
It’s not a prince
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Ribble 1013 (PTF 708L), a 1972 Bristol RELH6L with Eastern Coachworks C47F body at Skelhorne Street garage in Liverpool in full NBC coach livery when brand new 4/9/72
Ecco quello che rimane di una stagione ormai finita!.....con questi 30 gradi fuori non sembrerebbe proprio...
Yes! when I think back of my old life it strikes me how extremely active I was... the amount of clubs, cultural events and music I consumed... then add how many cafés I managed to hang around at daytime and how many pubs I frequented at any evening, then add the amount of people I knew and actually met somewhat regularly... ...well now it makes me tired just thinking of it... here are a few flyers from my wild turn-of-the-century life! Peace and Noise! / MushroomBrain a bit less active but not completely irene
When we first adopted Lina, she was happy to sleep on a thick cushion at the bottom of the stairs. But a few days later, Matt taught her how to climb stairs, and from then on she decided our bedroom floor was a more suitable place to sleep at night! Here she is in her bed at the foot end of our bed.
When the world is too much down on my back I lie,
And look up with longin' at my home in the sky.
(My home in the sky-Greg Brown)
...when i was shooting the harbor in Valdez, Alaska i noticed these "fisher folks" passing the time while waiting for the salmon run. {cropped from the original and converted. pp: Topaz Studio}
...you hold them for ransom at gunpoint in an effort to find the super secret Rebel base??
More proof that the masses that make up the Empire's army aren't the brightest bulbs in the intergalactic sockets.
Episode 12
I think that the modern obsession with pets is a sign of a lonely generation of men and women, desperate to nurture a creature that gives them the love that is not forthcoming from more traditional sources. I often ask the most obsessive pet owners why they are so attached to their pets. I usually hear the same response. The pet gives them more love than any person. More than a spouse, a sibling, or even parents. The dog loves you just the way you are. But the boyfriend tells you that your butt looks fat and you should go to the gym. As my friend Roger explained, “When I come home after a long day’s work, my wife is usually on the phone and the kids are watching TV. Almost no one even notices that I walked through the door. But Laraby, my golden retriever, goes nuts. He runs up to me and almost knocks me down. He wags his tail. It’s like he’s been the waiting the whole day for me. And it makes me feel incredibly special.”
We can never make ourselves feel special. Someone else has to do it for us. And that’s what human love is all about. It’s about someone prioritizing you, focusing on you, pampering you all because you’re special. But in an age that is as self-absorbed and as narcissistic as ours, we’re finding it incredibly difficult to make others feel special. We don’t love ourselves enough to love others.
When is there ever enough photos of these darling little colourful warblers? Never, in my humble opinion! So here is a bunch of them.
... the mountains in Austria can offer some spectacular views!
I promise you I'll not bore you to death with all the peaks I took pictures of at once, but I just loved the ray of light in this one.
Please, View On Black for enhanced pleasure! ;-)
Our Daily Challenge ... when the music stops ... I go for a ride with my little mate. Today we went to the river. It was lovely and cool and quiet.
We used to go for long walks on the beach but at almost 16 years old and with bad arthritis, Joe now rides in the basket of my bike.
"7 Days of Shooting" "Week #32" "Love or Loathe" "Texture Tuesday". Joe is my best mate. I love him dearly and he loves me. Despite his difficulty walking he is never far from my side.
What the heckhappened while I slept last night? I woke up this morning and the trees are practically bare! UGH! Looks like winter!
I cheered up a bit when I drove down the street and found these fabulous skulls grinning at me from this fence!
HAppy Fence Friday and Happy Halloween!!
Thanks to Creations for Charity the hallowed story of the Gypsy Queen squadron has another chapter...
What's the story you ask? It all started years ago when Stijn built the MATSF-5000E Superbanshee II SE which was gifted to none other than Keith, who in turn honoured Stijn's gift with an epic build - the Gypsy Queen, You are cleared for Launch.
Which, was in turn homaged by yours truly with Operation Oscar as my launch pad to try to bribe voters at every convention with my FrogPODs (it didn't work).
So I finally got to not only meet Mr. Goldman and partake in one of his epic layouts, he but gifted me one of the Gyspy Queens.
The last, would be donated to C4C - where it would be up for grabs by anyone.
... but what fun would that be? Plus it'd be a horrible way to end the story of the Gypsy Queens....
Instead, I seized the oppurtunity to dictate where the last Gyspy Queen would land...
So now I have two.
I don't really need two.
I just need one.
So where will the last one go?
Someone will get a nice Xmas present.
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Why not make some kid's christmas better too? There are plenty of awesome mocs in Creations for Charity store, so why not make your holidays, and some kid's holiday that much brighter?
Brightly lit dahlia on an early autumn morning.
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Thank my dad. My father was a photographer and owned a photo studio when I was a child. This picture was taken by my father about fifty years ago with his Nikon F. I remade this picture from my album by my sony A6000. I miss him though he passed away when I studied in high school, I never forget his smiles and will keep using his Nikon F for any touching stories.
'When they're outside, they're more often called 'steps' than they are called 'stairs. ' Steps lexically has the emphasis on the single structure that is the riser and the tread.'
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Diane started turning tricks when she was twenty, having come to the Bronx from Yonkers. Her pimp introduced her to crack cocaine, a "god awful addiction" that she only recently kicked. She now lives in assisted housing, spending the days at a corner gas station near the main road used by the truckers.
She is the mother of three children, who now live in Arizona with their Grandmother. She tries to talk to them as often as possible. I asked her how she wanted to be described, and she said 'as a good person. I have never hurt anyone, I just try my best to get by, make a living. I am decent.'
I came back to get some more shots, but the police arrived, asked her to leave, and then questioned me. Maybe another day.
More on Addiction: Faces of Addiction
"The sight of lilac
The chorus of birds
And miles and miles of May"
~ L. Dunsany
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I am happiest when the lilacs bloom.
I found a lilac path today and weaved in and out of it in the sun
taking photograph after photograph, holding the blooms to my face,
gazing at the little flowers up close, getting buzzed around and inspected
by bees, tripping over mounds of dirt and hidden rocks,
blinding myself with the sun as I lost my sense of direction,
smiling, blissfully aware of my happiness, of the warm breeze, of the sound of children
chasing one another in the distance, of the sounds of birds high in the trees.
I am so happy for the miles and miles of May. I am so happy when lilacs bloom.
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When the doll which was made from the inspiration of Degas' "Ballet Dancer" has the opportunity to see her origin. Paying tribute to Degas.
This top is both sensual to wear as well as being a nightmare. The course texture feels like a gentle chain mail that reminds you are wearing it. However you can guarantee you will pull the material when putting it on or taking it off.
This intriguing observation from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope shows a gravitationally lensed galaxy with the long-winded identification SGAS J143845+145407. Gravitational lensing has resulted in a mirror image of the galaxy near the center of this image, creating a captivating centerpiece. A third distorted image of the galaxy appears as a bridge between them.
Gravitational lensing occurs when the mass of an enormous celestial body – such as a galaxy cluster – curves spacetime and causes the path of light from distant objects to visibly bend around it, as if by a lens. Appropriately, the body causing the light to curve is called a gravitational lens, and the distorted background object is referred to as being "lensed.” Gravitational lensing can result in multiple images of the original galaxy, as seen in this image, or in the background object appearing as a distorted arc or even a ring. Another important consequence of this lensing distortion is magnification, allowing astronomers to observe objects that would otherwise be too far away or be too faint to see.
Hubble has a special flair for detecting lensed galaxies. The telescope's sensitivity and crystal-clear vision let it see faint and distant gravitational lenses that ground-based telescopes cannot detect because of the blurring effect of Earth's atmosphere. Hubble was the first telescope to resolve details within lensed images of galaxies and is capable of imaging both their shape and internal structure.
This particular lensed galaxy is from a set of Hubble observations that take advantage of gravitational lensing to peer inside galaxies in the early universe. The lensing reveals details that allow astronomers to better understand star formation in early galaxies, which gives scientists insight into how the overall evolution of galaxies unfolded.
Text credit: European Space Agency (ESA)
Image credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA, J. Rigby
For more information: www.nasa.gov/image-feature/goddard/2022/hubble-captures-a...
When someone wakes up at 5am and sees interesting light peeking through the front door, they grab the closest camera, right?
Also, I think the grainy matte film look accurately reflects my eyesight at that time of morning.
After another 3am start, I managed to place myself in front of an incoming westerly snow storm, with the sun rising in clear skies to the East, this made for some very interesting results when the storm passed over my head and collided with the warm light from the rising sun. Light catching the millions of snowflakes made for some impressive light rays and the effect of the swirly snow in the distant valleys just added to the atmosphere of the photographs.
Lake District National park.
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The amazing Millau bridge on a very cold, very windy day.
Completed in 2004 across the gorge valley of the Tarn.
As of September 2020, it is the tallest bridge in the world, having a structural height of 336.4 metres (1,104 ft). The P2 pier of the Viaduct is the tallest structure in France, taller even than the Eiffel tower.
I was about to take this shot when the person with the red coat came along and stood in exactly the right place!
The diagrams of my little pig were published in The Fold: origamiusa.org/thefold/article/diagrams-yaras-pig
A sincere thanks to Patsy Wang-Iverson for publishing it, to Halle and Ramón Thomas for the beautiful diagrams and symbols, and to dear Rui Roda for the testfold.
Muito obrigada!
When you have a wedding in a public space, you know there will be unplanned events. The tourist boat Urban Pirates made several passes during the ceremony, always accompanied by cheers and comments from the probably drunk tourists on the boat. It was pleasantly received by the wedding party.
When I read this sign, which is a bit tangled, I saw tub and vinyl window sale. Took a minute to decide what a tub window might be, or not...
When the tide falls between Hunstanton and Old Hunstanton a field of dark, black boulders is revealed by the waves, crashing against and dancing around them, giving them a ethereal look. I had great luck with the sunset that evening as well. Most of the day has been bright blue skies with pretty much no cloud in sight.