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(note: this ant is less than 2mm in lenght --- shot using my kit lens (18-55mm) mounted in reverse)
24 "Four things on earth are small,
yet they are extremely wise:
25 Ants are creatures of little strength,
yet they store up their food in the summer;
26 coneys [d
] are creatures of little power,
yet they make their home in the crags;
27 locusts have no king,
yet they advance together in ranks;
28 a lizard can be caught with the hand,
yet it is found in kings' palaces.
Proverbs 30
Quite tricky to get an angle to get the "whole bird" have plenty with leaves in front of the face etc etc. For this photo was kneeling to get the angle
Fortunately, Christmas is here and you don't have to shop at this joint down at the strip mall! Three Wise Guys -- home of the myrrh-ical discount! Merry Christmas, everyone!
The facade of Wise Bros farm equipment at night along I-70 in Callaway County Missouri by Notley Hawkins Photography. Taken with a Canon EOS 5D Mark III camera with a Canon EF24-105mm f/4L IS USM lens at ƒ/8.0 with a 4 second exposure at ISO 400. Processed with Adobe Lightroom 5.7 and DXO OpticsPro 10.
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I wonder what goes on behind those wise eyes ?
Talking of eyes , another Rainbow song and not in their usual full on style and I trust you will enjoy . Ronnie James Dio the vocalist - the little man of rock with the giant voice ( he was only 5' 3 or 4" tall ) . He is attributed as the person that brought the "Devil" or "Metal Horns" symbol to rock music extending both his index and little fingers with his arms outstretched .
These are wise words for the challenging times that we are going through right now. Saw this on the sidewalk while I was walking the dog not long ago.
Close contact -- we could scratch the elephants' head, feel their trunk, and share a long look. If you like this photo, here is another.
Certain Bradford duties are now the only place in Leeds you can see Volvo Olympians in passenger use. One of these diagrams is a morning 714 to Pudsey shown here entering the Owlcoats site in February.
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Wise Bros farm equipment along I-70 in Callaway County Missouri by Notley Hawkins Photography. Taken with a Canon EOS 5D Mark IV camera with a Canon EF24-105mm f/4L IS USM lens at ƒ/8.0 with a 2 second exposure at ISO 200. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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Highest Explore Position #251 ~ On January 27th 2008.
Goose - Regents Park, London, England - Friday January 25th 2008.
Ah, it is finally done! This one took a few days. Here are the lovely Pleiades and their associated filaments and clumps of dust. To their south is a diffuse warm glow known as the zodiacal light. I am very impressed by how bright it is in this picture and the dynamic range with which it presents. In visible light, it's often barely discernible if you can even find skies dark enough to view it. It's bright enough in infrared to pose a bit of a nuisance to astronomers, but in this case I think it is wonderful.
If you are familiar with WISE, you know it's an infrared observatory, and this image may not look anything like what you might expect from it. WISE image releases typically look like this. While useful, they're not particularly pretty, and they might have even turned off a lot of people from infrared imagery. I've definitely seen a general lack of interest in infrared imagery and have even seen more than a few people express displeasure about JWST being an infrared telescope, fearing all the images will be... well, ugly.
Worry not, fellow humans! JWST will produce beautiful images and they need not be presented in weirdo colors. This particular image has only one special processing trick beyond what I normally do. After some careful consideration I decided to reverse the wavelength order. I nearly always put the shortest wavelength in the blue channel and the longest in the red. This time, I did the opposite. I was afraid that cognitive bias would prevent people from enjoying this image if it was a fiery red, given the extreme familiarity the astronomy community has with the Pleiades. Sometimes you've got to do something unconventional to get the result you want.
Processing notes: Thankfully, most of the processing work was aligning and matching up each of the frames to one another. This is fairly tedious work, but it's not nearly as bad as dealing with cosmic rays. There were a few annuluses to deal with near some of the brighter stars, but they only took about 15 minutes to be rid of. I did not saturate the colors or apply any sort of sharpening.
Red: W1 (3.4 μm)
Yellow-Green: W2 (4.6 μm)
Cyan: W3 (12 μm)
Blue: W4 (22 μm)
North is up.
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OLD & WISE
two old monks in Tibet! ;-)
these are 1:1 wax monks showed in a eastern shop "Secrets of Asia" @ deventer
they were so kind to allow me to shoot these stunning old & wise guys ;-)
The Aero aircraft factory in Prague made small cars from 1929 with single-cylinder and later twin-cylinder two-stroke engines and with rear wheel drive. In 1934 it launched production of a bigger car, the Aero 30 HP, which had a one-litre two-stroke twin-cylinder engine driving the front wheels and was offered in several different versions of open and closed bodies. Then two years later the company added to this car on the market the two-litre four-cylinder Aero 50 HP, similar in design and appearance. In the Autumn of 1939 the exhibited car with Sodomka cabriolet body was assembled from the imported parts in London for Czechoslovak President in exile Edvard Beneš and his wife Hana, later on during World War II it served the Czechoslovak diplomatic corps in Great Britain.
The car was returned to its land of origin in 2012 due to the kindness of Mr Philip Goldsmith.
Passenger car with a water-cooled two-stroke four-cylinder engine placed length-wise behind the front axle and with front wheel drive.
Producer: Aero továrna letadel, Dr. Kabeš, Prague, Bohemia
Engine displacement: 1,998 cm³
Power: 48 hp
Top speed 125 km/h
National Technical Museum - Národní technické muzeum, Prague
The semi-nocturnal, furtive movements of the early morning landscape photographer are often fraught with unlikely hazards. In the equally unlikely (ok - make that massively improbable) event that a film were made of the same, the opening certification would warn of scenes containing mild peril. Some of you, the audience, would scoff at this odd declaration - yet those of you who tread before dawn in search of the photogenic know it to be true. In point of fact, this mild peril often starts even before leaving the house...
Picture the following if you will.
Having spent an enjoyable first day's holiday with my wife, inlaws and her grandad somewhere in Wales, yours truly is itching to get out and explore what delights there are to tempt that lens. Late that afternoon, under a flimsy pretence of 'getting some air', I head out in my wife's car (cheaper than mine to run while away although as it's a Beetle Cabriolet there's barely room to pack camera gear, let alone non-essentials like clothes) to scout the area. Painfully aware there's a curfew in place for my return to enable us all to go out for dinner, I nevertheless discover a couple of locations that validate my previous research. Ashamedly, I'm unable to resist rattling off a few test images, and as a result arrive back at our holiday cottage later than agreed only to be met by my wife standing in the doorway slowly tapping a rolling pin in the palm of her open hand. Never have I felt such kinship with Andy Capp... I take in this harmonious scene of domesticity as I hurriedly pull up alongside the front wall to the cottage, before cursing as I have to scramble across the car's interior and out through the passenger door (despite Beetle Cabriolet's having infinitesimally tiny boots, they have gigantic doors impossible to extricate yourself through unless you're parked several yards away from any solid objects. Walls are pretty solid).
Having had a lovely meal and made some plans for the next few days together, I decide to head out early the next morning to do some shooting - figuring I can either be back before anyone else is really up and with it, or else arrange to meet up with them once they head out in my father-in-law's car. This plan becomes even more promising once I realise fog is forecast for the early hours, coinciding with high tide...
10.30pm and I'm off too bed so as to be up for 4.45am.
12.00 midnight and I'm lying awake, unable to sleep and filled with anticipation at the prospect of photographing my ideal conditions in a completely new location. Yes, I really do get that excited!
2.30am and I'm wondering if perhaps I had dropped off at some point. Surely I couldn't have really been laid awake for four hours listening to the settling sounds of an unfamiliar house at night?
4.45am and my alarm goes off. Judging by my initial fuzziness I must have laid awake for at least four hours listening to the settling sounds of an unfamiliar house at night. However, it takes only moments for my enthusiasm to take over and I'm stabbing quickly at the off button on my alarm so as not to wake anyone else.
Casting aside the duvet, for once grateful that all holiday homes seem to have single beds - there's less chance of disturbing my wife as I push myself from the mattress. My first footfall on the bare wooden floorboards sends a creak through the room, and I remember the unequivocal natural law that states all sounds occurring before dawn shall automatically be multiplied by the power of ten in relation to their day time counterparts. It's right up there with the one about that tree falling in a forrest somewhere with nobody to hear it... Tentatively sneaking across the room by the glow of my phone's screen, testing each board before laying my full weight on it I remember I have a whole room, landing, double staircase and hallway to cross like this. There might as well have been tacks on the floor. There lay the problem with the cottage we were staying in, rustic and full of character charm it may have been, complete with quaint paraphernalia guaranteed to enhance your stay, yet not a silent carpet anywhere to be found. Reaching the clothes I'd laid out I quickly pulled them on (marvelling at how much noise an innocuous sock can make and ruefully aware I could quite possibly be putting my t-shirt on back to front), I try to ascertain whether opening the door quickly or slowly will render the least sound. I try both ways. One causes my wife to moan and turn in her bed. The other causes her to moan and turn the other way. Reaching the landing, I creep hesitantly the half mile to the bathroom, pausing with one foot raised upon hearing halted snoring emanate from one of the bedrooms. It picks up unabated, and I thread my way on to the sink, where I ease the tap slightly open and listen as Niagara Falls splashes into my cupped hands and waiting face. Wash complete, I remember to leave my electric toothbrush off as I brush (clever lad I am), before knocking the toothpaste tube over - it heads to the floor in slow motion and I break it's fall on the stone slate with my foot, flicking it back to an upright position in the cabinet as I mop a bead of perspiration from my furrowed brow. Ok, I lied about the last part. I don't perspire.
Twenty minutes later and I'm congratulating myself as I head through the front door, shoes clasped in one hand as I ease it closed behind me. The fog really is thick, I can see it eddying about the occasional street lamp and the air has that curiously leaden, heavy taste about it that only comes with such atmospherics. Slipping on my footwear and metaphorically rubbing my hands with glee, I press the keyfob to unlock the car and cross to the passenger door remembering the wall blocking the driver's side. Sliding my gear on to the back seat (not wanting to be fooled by the Beetle Cabriolet's infinitessimally tiny boot), I slide in and over the passenger seat, ready to slowly drive off and leave everyone none the wiser in their beds.
Suddenly, the car alarm sounds. Lights flash blindingly reflecting from the metallic surfaces of other cars nearby, while the horn triggers deafeningly as I freeze in disbelief just as I'm falling into the driver's seat. Stabbing again at the unlock button on the keyfob I manage to deactivate everything and drive off hurriedly, laughing to myself at the ridiculousness of it all. Some thirty minutes later, setting up ready for this shot, I remember if entering the car by any other than the driver's door the alarm is only deactivated if you depress the fob twice.
Scenes of mild peril - just as I told you.
On a separate note, I'm pleased to have received an Honourable Mention in the International Photography Awards for my entry 'Sand, Sea & Silence', a set of five related images.
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Congratulations to all those of you I know who enjoyed successes - I've recognised at least a couple of dozen of you so far!