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I'm treating Squiggy like it's her birthday because she has brought me more good fortune. Two years ago when she first started coming around, I took a picture of her (below) that won second-place in a wildlife contest in Canadian Geographic magazine. I just found out that Canadian Geographic will be including the same picture in a special interest edition that's coming out in November. So Happy Birthday to my special nut and thanks for all the entertainment and photo opps!
When I moved into my apartment, a friend noticed the Letters slot on my front door and predicted it would be in one of my photos someday. He predicted right.
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Wrap-ture Anja
She was a surprise! It would be awesome if Anja was an event exclusive. Here's hoping for another Anja @ welcome dinner next year.
Foto: Johannes Dietschi © Hochschulkommunikation ZHdK. Freie Verwendung im Rahmen von Ankündigung und Berichterstattung zur Produktion
When I'm sitting all alone in my room
Everything reminds me of you ..
The time is slow and I am sinking
Into a hole blackened with lies ..
And though I made it myself
You stand watching as my life passes me by ..
I'm standing before you ..
With this label on my head ..
I'm pleading before you ..
For you to understand ..
How much I adore you ..
I'll be there til the end ..
When everything falls down ..
Will you hold my hand?!!!! ..
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When the wind is from the south, this rocky point usually holds baitfish and a few fishermen. The big yellow feet are used by snowies to spook prey from the bottom. Also a field mark.
When I visit here on the next time, I may watch a gorgeous flower like fireworks. I want to enjoy beer with my family or friends.
On March 4, 2014 in Inokashirakoen
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こんどここを訪れる頃には花火の様に華やかな花を見る事が出来るかもしれません。 家族や友達とビールを楽しみたいです。
2014年3月4日、井の頭公園にて。
...take the X84 from Leeds to Skipton via Otley and Ilkley, all of which had WYRCC depots back in the day. First West Yorkshire e400mmc 33486 YX66WKJ is seen on August 5th 2019 at Ilkley bus station.
When I arrived at the Lake I checked on the special little Frogmouth chicks that have hatched. They are growing fast and one of them had actually hopped away from the nest and was on the branch above. These Frogmouths are celebrities. All the walkers stop and admire them. They are on facebook and instagram. They have a huge following.
I left them dozing on the branch and went for a big walk. A Brown Goshawk was doing the rounds and passed over me a few times hunting. Suddenly I heard a great commotion of many different birds giving their alarm calls, I looked up and the Goshawk came speeding over me with a bird in its talons. I quickly took some photos. I thought he had got hold of one of the pretty little waterbirds called Rails. On my way back to the car I met my friend and he told me that only two of the Frogmouth chicks were in the tree. I was sure the little fellow had just hopped higher. I was wrong. The Goshawk had him in his talons. I discovered it today when I downloaded the photos!
The Goshawk has chicks to feed and our independent baby Frogmouth was easy prey. Hope he doesn’t get the other two chicks. I may have to go and check tomorrow.
This is a freebie. Just putting it out there as I've ran out of meaningful photos to process at the moment.
If you look at the toilet and other fixtures, one can ascertain that this is remnant of the neo-classical 'Redneck on the low down' period.
Enjoy, because this is the best that Central Arkansas has to offer.
Year 2009. His name was Chinnaswamy and he was 3 years old. One among the thousands of slum-dwellers of Bangalore. The worldwide recession & downfall of real-estate market had left him homeless too. An occasional biscuit was his luxury and he used to wait at my door step everyday for that. I couldn't resist filming those shiny eyes, which were filled with millions of hopes. The day when those little eyes started haunting me . The day when I decided to do photography for a cause. Dedicating this picture to the so-called slumdogs of India.
When my parents lived just outside Glasgow during the first half of the 1970s, I was a frequent visitor to the city’s Transport Museum, which had been established at the old Glasgow Corporation Tramways Coplawhill works. There was much to enjoy there, including a representative selection of Pre-Grouping Scottish steam locomotives, Glasgow trams (known locally as ‘the caurs’) and veteran and vintage motor cars. The car display included these choice examples from the latter 1930s. First registered in Ayrshire in 1937, CS7727 was a Lanchester Eleven. Lanchester was an innovative pioneer in the early days of British motor manufacturing, coming under the control of the BSA Group after 1930. Daimler Motor Co. became a sister company, and post-1930 Lanchesters were lower-priced versions of Daimler designs. The Lanchester marque was phased out in 1955.
Standing alongside is a Sunbeam-Talbot Supreme 3-Litre of 1939 vintage (CGD155). The Sunbeam-Talbot marque was part of the Rootes Group, which also comprised Hillman and Humber. The car here was a sports saloon version of the Humber 3-litre. Before 1939, Sunbeam-Talbots were produced in a North London factory. After 1945, production was transferred to Coventry. The final Sunbeam-Talbots were produced in 1956.
July 1972
Zorki 4 camera
Agfa CT18 film.
When I was traveling Öland, an island off the east coast of Sweden, I decided to make the walk along the water a bit more interesting. And exhausting... I didn't last many meters.
... opened this afternoon to an enthusiastic audience in Sag Harbor, Long Island.
Bill Persky is a five-time Emmy Award-winning writer, director, and producer for popular TV shows such as the Dick Van Dyke Show, Marlo Thomas's That Girl, Sid Caesar, Bill Cosby, and Kate & Allie.
Persky, then 90, met my Grandnephew Finny, then 12, a year ago when Finny asked him questions at a lecture.
This film has Finny asking Persky what it was like to be 12 in 1943 and Finny asking similar questions to others. Ollie wanders in between interviews eating Persky's old-fashioned candy & stealing scenes.
When he caught a male fish he ate the meat, but when he caught a female fish just the eggs where eaten.
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A shot from last September's 'Acolyte to Wolflight' gig at Teatro Brancaccio in Rome, by Steve Hackett and his band.
Visible here (from L to R) are: Rob Townsend; Steve Hackett; and Roine Stolt.
My thanks are due to Steve and Jo Hackett for arranging my photo pass.
You can see other pics in my Steve Hackett set.
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
oh joyfully, oh playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,
logical, oh responsible, practical.
And then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.
Sometimes when I start out on a jaunt with my camera, I have a fairly clear idea in mind what it is I'm hoping to achieve. This could be with regards to a particular subject, a combination of elements and weather conditions that I've envisioned previously when things weren't quite suitable - or an afterthought that's struck me having walked away from an opportunity missed at the time. I say sometimes, because there are also occasions when I head out with no preconceptions which can lead to images I'd never have thought of at home. Of course, that latter approach can also lead to a great deal of frustration and an empty memory card!
The subject of this image certainly wasn't my primary target during the early morning drive to Watchet. Instead, I'd had a rather fanciful image in mind that I only wish I could have pulled off... Now I've built it up slightly I'm almost embarrassed to say what it was, but in a word - pigeons. Yes, pigeons. Next to the much-photographed lighthouse (yes, I shot that too), there's a section of the inner harbour wall behind an old iron gate that I've looked at on a number of instances. It's the movement of the resting pigeons that always seem to be behind that gate you see; the sporadic, haphazard and inimitable incongruity they possess that just seems to, well, work somehow. I pictured a long exposure of several minutes shot through the gate, the bars thrown out of focus using a wide aperture - but importantly still just in view, 10 stop and 6 stop filters screwed together enabling this as the rising water in the harbour turned to milk contrasting with the worn blockwork and concrete surfaces. In my mind the movement I described would record as a curious, bizarrely writhing feathered carpet punctuated by beak and claw. Well, I did say it was fanciful...
In reality, and upon arriving, I realised my lenses weren't fast enough to shoot that photograph (note to self: start saving for that coveted f1.2), and that the bars of the gate were perhaps too close together anyway, and that the water was too low, and importantly most of the pigeons seemed to have been tipped off as to my intent and already flown.
So instead I headed up a nearby track and shot the old coastguard station on the hill. Something that I'd completely overlooked on an earlier visit. But, if anyone reading this ever attempts that pigeon shot and pulls it off (remember - the gate has too register slightly), then I want some credit. Plus a print!
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When my Dad and I found out Sheree and David of flickr fame would be coming to visit us in D.C., we tried to think of all the places we would take our guests. Of course, we made of list of all the spots only locals know, and the obligatory cemetery for David, but we also tried to think of locations on the National Mall that Sheree and David might enjoy for sightseeing purposes as well as photography.
And then I remembered!
My dad and I had been wanting to visit the World War II memorial at night for photographs, but kept forgetting to go when it was dark. I had no idea how popular the memorial was for locals who wanted a place to relax. Now that winter is coming, I’m sure that will change, but I look forward to returning for more pictures next summer.
- L.E.
P.S. I still need to catch up some of you, but please hang tight!
When Children Start Dating, by Edith G. Neisser. Illustrated by Janet La Salle. 1951. #17 booklet in a series called "Better Living."
Strangely, this isn't her father.
When is there ever enough photos of these darling little colourful warblers? Never, in my humble opinion! So here is a bunch of them.
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Sun cries when it misses Earth,
and that's when it rains...
My dear Earth, this Sun misses you ...
and it's all day raining in my world.