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Hotel in Montreal's Chinatown. I think Versailles has similarly placed stone lions near a side entrance :-]
Cinematic toy photography, captured with a 2x anamorphic lens combined with a 100mm macro prime, for a dual focus setup.
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk
Piazza del Duomo, Firenze, in un qualsiasi martedì mattina.
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Vorrei solo precisare che ho fotografato questo signore, con molto rispetto per la sua persona e con molta vergogna per la sua condizione.
A caribbean octopus (Octopus briareus) in a row pore rope sponge (Aplysina Cauliformis). This is my second post from this encounter - it was just too much fun to leave at one.
You only find caribbean octopuses during the night and even then, they don't like our lights. (Note, not "octopi" because unlike the Latin derived "fungus", octupus is from Greek.) This is the only time I have found one "up" off the reef. I don't know exactly why it was there but it stayed for quite some time despite me shining a light on it and hitting it with strobes. I wish I were able to figure out why it was so motivated to be in the rope sponge, but I so enjoyed the encounter nonetheless.
For a sense of scale, my guess is that if the octopus fully tucked itself into a ball, it wouldn't be much larger than your fist. But those arms could outstretch to wrap around a soccer ball, maybe even a basketball.
Here we see it in its prettiest iridescent blue. In an instance, generally when hunting, it can turn white with brown spots. I don't do video, but I have to admit that a video would do a much better job than a still image to capture how amazing these creatures are.
CLICK L to see this BIGGER ON BLACK
thanks to Helen for the texture used: www.flickr.com/photos/hroach/7636859458/in/faves-amarcord...
EXPLORE August 12, 2012
She feels like a part of me
My future My Present My past
Always open , Always There
But you know sometimes isn't always, and sometimes is not forever.
so looked at a million tex for brick and some wild one out there , how about just normal for a change
I don't particularly like coffee I'm more a fan of the cream and sugar but I never pass up a free lunch or free coffee.
Very dynamic skies over Fife. This was taken while out cycling and, yes, I did get wet!
This is a three shot composite image.
Superb swell coming in from the coast for this local beach of mine located on Sydney's northern beaches
Breathing in, I touch the sorrow I have caused.
Breathing out, I hold it with compassion.
Breathing in, I smile at the miracle of being.
Breathing out, I ask—why not joy?
Half Dome From Snow Creek, Sunset. Yosemite, California. Peter was a consumate professional, and I was in awe of someone who was making his living working as a photographer, always busy, always travelling. He seemed so self assured, and seemed to bounce from heel to heel ready to start the next project. It was all film then, no digital, no instant feedback. He solved exposure and composition problems like it was the easiest thing, while I, trying to become serious about my photography, struggled to figure out why some things came out good and others so wrong. He was so patient giving me answers, advice, and critique...and there were endless war stories of his job as a commercial photographer. Looking at my work from then, I don't know how, but I guess he saw some promise in me. When an opportunity came for a firm who needed some landscape work, he pushed me out there to be recognized as a photographer. For that I am eternally grateful. We'd instantly start in on equipment and techniques and artists whenever we met up, and I would sometimes bring him some of my prints, hoping to get feedback. He instinctively knew exactly what I had been drawn to in any photograph, and would sweep his hand over that part of an image like a magnet. It was always such a confirmation, so selflessly given. We both loved black and white, and of course we both loved Ansel...what photographers don't eventually beat that conversation to death? He told me more than once of a cherished trip he took to California; his awe, like mine, of Yosemite, and his quest for an original Adams print. I mostly do color work, but from the first time I timidly brought him a monochrome print to give me suggestions, his eyes lit up and his smile said it all. I floated off the floor getting that reaction from him. A couple of years ago, he got sick. I brought a black & white print to him in rehab, and watched his eyes light up, even though his words wouldn't come as easy as before. I did good. When I left, I sat in my car and cried, sad for my friend. A couple of weeks ago I ran into his son. I said I'd go up and bring him another print, because it had been awhile, and I had been remiss in not visiting. But of course I delayed, and I need say no more. There will be no replacing his swagger, his stories, his way of making you feel like you were the most important person for him to talk to. There is no replacing his inspiration. This is for Peter. You didn't know it was coming, and I'm sorry it's late.