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I found this one morning in the yard and Immediately ran for my camera. It is a Saddleback Caterpillar, native to Eastern North America. I researched and read it is covered in spines (easy to see) attached to poison glands. When touched, the tip of the spine breaks off allowing poison to enter causing a painful sting. Fortunately for me I didn't attempt to touch it. This one just molted.
This is the entrance of the port of Hydra. An island with long history and glory, still keeping a unique elegance, far away from mass tourism. A jewel destination. In the photo, taken late in the afternoon, the canon 'protecting' the port of Hydra, is combined with the small boats and the colours of the sunset.
"Le Fil" (The Tread) is the title of a short film with main actor Jean-Marc Barr. For "Le Fil", he agreed to shoot the scenes where his character is a subterranean diver although he was absolutely not a diver. So he devoted a year and a half of preparation. It so happens that the cave diving scenes were filmed at the source of the Durzon River which flows through my village. While walking one day at the spring of Durzon river, I met Jean-Marc Barr and his passionate cave diving instructors. It was then about scouting for the film and a first dive on the site for the actor. The film was finally shot in June 2022. So I was very interested in seeing the very recent opening. Regarding this photo taken on the spot, it is the unexpected fact of the blue luminous thread which comes to rest on Jean-Marc Barr, added to the title of the film "Le Fil" ("The Tread"), which obviously has has invited me to present it here in a nod to the recent aminus-prompt "thread".
I have a lot of images of random things where I liked the scene,
I envisioned a composition in my minds eye and I photographed.
Most of those photos sit doing nothing.
Taking up bits and bytes.
Like old shells of a creative moment long passed.
This used to be a literal furnace of creation.
From raw ingredients, a meal is cooked with precision.
Providing nutrition and the joy of food to some people for a time.
Now it too does nothing
but take up dust and cobwebs
Thoughts for this week's Aminus3 Weekly Prompt : Shell
At the castle of Saumur in Maine et Loire. Installed on July 9, 2015, the ridge spike 12 meters high and weighing 2 tons 400 is decorated with reliefs, hooks, florets, fleurs-de-lis and covered with 15,000 gold leaves. It is surmounted by a banner and incorporates a lightning rod.
Installé le 9 juillet 2015, un épi de faîtage a été posé sur la tour sud-est du château de Saumur. L'épi de faîtage de 12 mètres de haut et d'un poids de 2 tonnes 400 est orné de reliefs, de crochets, de fleurons, de fleurs de lys et recouvert de 15 000 feuilles d’or. Il est surmonté d’une oriflamme et intègre un paratonnerre.
La Piautre est une brasserie artisanale des bords de Loire qui a imaginé décliner pour ses étiquettes les chimères de Loire : La calaminette, le liandre, le castin pêcheur, la renoutarde, le coulhéron, le ragonzard des murailles, le brochoir.
La Piautre is a craft brewery on the banks of the Loire that has imagined declining for its labels the chimeras of the Loire.
I have been fortunate to follow elite world cycling all over the world.
The Grand Prix Cycliste de Québec is a tremendous event that benefits from not having the insane crowds that follow cycling in mainland Europe or the UK. That doesn't mean that they don't get crowds or knowledgeable fans. They do & in large numbers.
As a case in point, here is the adoring crowd for Peter Sagan in Quebec in 2016. At that time he was the world champion and the cycling equivalent of a rock god. He still is.
If you can spot him, he's the one with the top-knot.
In the build up to the race, race day-during and after, the majority of my shooting was focused closely on the star, or the action and the result.
But Sagan at that time was a huge magnetic draw for the crowds that at times made it difficult to get close enough for that profile shot. This image though was about capturing the huge magnetism of the personality and the man. It was also about the fans. Enjoy your deserved retirement Peter.
This particular goose is usually reported as a Domestic goose sp. x Canada Goose. It wasn't until recently when I met a more experienced birder, who in turn consulted other more experienced people, decided to list this hybrid goose as a Swan Goose x Canada Goose (hybrid). As a result, I also now list it as such when I report my bird sightings on eBird.
This goose is a semi resident to the area who disappears for a time and then returns. He has quite the personally - look at the slight head tilt in the photo - and will let you know (by a hiss) that you are to close to him.
In the geese hierarchy, he is the boss bird and also noticeably bigger the the other geese.
A couple being blessed by a monk after exchanging wedding vows during a buddhist ritual.
I saw how the 3 pairs of arms and hands interplayed and intermingled from different directions (which created various leading lines to the center of the image where the the hands meet) and thought it made an interesting composition and took the shot.
This shot was taken about 2 to 3 years back during the Covid lockdown period where we are asked to confine ourselves in the house.
As the days go by, it has taken a mental toll on all of us and I decided to go outside to the top of the multi-storey car opposite my residence to take a breather.
That's where I saw this boy spinning around on the spot and laughing hysterically alone, as though mocking at the crazy situation we all have landed ourselves into.
I guess at that point of time, he must have yearned to be able to run around freely again and to be able to meet up with his friends instead of being confined at home (school was stopped and learning was home based as well) for so long.
This scene has evoked such a strong feeling in me then and I knew I had to capture it. I took the shot with what I had on me then, my phone.
The wire netting blurred out in the foreground added a strong sense of juxtaposition to depict the situation that we are all prisoners of our own world.
A rather notorious watering hole in a rather notorious mining town (in the past) with a rather notorious history. Bisbee re-invented itself as a haven for artists of all types, many who went there as hippies in the '80's because, since it was almost a ghost town, it was a cheap place to live. It's a tourist mecca now.
When we booked our rental condo in Siena, Italy in the historic zone, we didn't know that cars were not permitted to drive within the zone. We found a place to temporarily park our rental vehicles outside the historic walls and fortunately found a wheeled cart to help us transport all our luggage to the condo. I would jokingly add, the baggage for my husband and brother in law consists of their backpacks...the wives however, are a bit more high maintenance!
Woman employed in a spinning mill
New version of Lewis Hine's photo "Young girl employed in a spinning mill" (1908)
While browsing through the book "50 Photo Icons" published by Taschen, I discovered photos by Lewis Hine taken in the southern United States in 1908, and in particular this one of a little girl in a silk mill (see link). It reminded me that I had visited a silk spinning mill on a trip to China many years ago. And here I am, browsing through my hundreds of photos from that period to find the photo shown, which, while not a child at work, is close to both Hine's composition and the working conditions ....
Buenos Aires se destaca por su arquitectura con estilo europeo pero en muchos barrios de la Capital se crean Asentamientos. Éstos asentamientos son barrios precarios donde antes solía haber un espacio deshabitado que fue ocupado por familias en situación de emergencia. En su mayoría las familias suelen ser extranjeras que vinieron a buscar un mejor futuro en este país. Al no tener controles gubernamentales no hay límite de construcción y todo se crea al lado o encima de otro hogar. Como se puede apreciar en la imagen hay muchas habitaciones que no respetan planos ni espacios y suelen ser construidas por sus propios dueños a diferencia del edificio que se puede apreciar detrás de estas paredes con ladrillos descubiertos. En algunas (muy pocas) ocasiones podemos ver estos asentamientos con paredes pintadas o adornos que realiza el gobierno de la ciudad para "oficializar" el barrio y darle una "mejor" imagen. En otras ocasiones, se crean edificios para trasladar a las familias.
Recorro la ciudad de Buenos Aires en bicicleta cuando tengo tiempos libres para capturar momentos o paisajes urbanos particulares. En el barrio Villa Crespo encontré un local que arregla y restaura bicicletas antiguas. La que más me llamó la atención fue la playera azul con asiento banana, tal cual como había imaginado mi bicicleta perfecta de niño. No pude comprarla pero estuve varios minutos contemplando lo hermosa que es. Quise capturar lo más destacado de la bicileta, su asiento único.
Otra joyita encontrada entre tanto caos.
Espero que les guste :)
I cycle around the city of Buenos Aires when I have free time to capture particular moments or cityscapes. In the Villa Crespo neighborhood I found a place that fixes and restores old bicycles. The one that caught my attention the most was the blue t-shirt with banana seat, just as I had imagined my perfect bicycle as a child. I could not buy it but I spent several minutes contemplating how beautiful it is.
My father was an avid golfer from childhood into his 80's.
When he passed, I scattered his ashes on his golf course: overlooking where he had been born & the view from one of his favourite golf holes, a scenic par 3.
I chose to do it on his birthday.
There had been a heavy snowfall and so by getting on plot before dawn, it was mighty cold. Aided and warmed by a flask of hot coffee and a life of his love, wisdom and guidance, it was a special moment that I captured on camera.
The dawn light was pretty special.
As was my Dad.
For images such as this preparation is essential: use of apps to get timing of dawn; advance selection of location; suitable clothing and hot coffee; getting set up early. For once dawn starts rolling,it moves very quickly and second chances will only be found on another day.
I was on a photo walk in my hometown Geneva. This spot struck me because of the grid which reminded of the superposition I practice and the strict geometrical pattern with a fuzzy outcome. This is typical for my interest in subjects other than the usual ones. For decades I try to be mostly open eyed, and photography is a marvelous means for that.
Treasured is such an evocative word.
That's the word association that 'treasured' has triggered.
Searching through back catalogues that are littered with holiday photo's, it would be easy to just pick a holiday photo, but among those treasures what sets them apart and what most captures that 'treasured memory?'
In 2016, to mark a 'retirement' we visited USA & Canada. A visit to Washington DC and to Quebec & Montreal to watch Grand Prix cycling. The experiences on such a trip were classy and life long lasting. After a lot of work, generous, support and luck, we were privileged to secure a visit to the US Senate and to the White House during the Presidency of Barrack Obama.
It was a bucket list experience and a *treasured* memory.
So, the image is of a corridor. Not just any corridor but an early approach into the White House and as ordinary as this may look, the image evokes momentous and treasured memories.
Myoshin-ji was founded in 1337 when an abdicated emperor had an imperial villa converted into a Zen temple. The enormous Zen temple complex includes about 50 sub-temples in addition to its main buildings. While a few of the temple halls can be entered, the majority of the sub-temples are closed to the public. However, visitors are free to wander along the many walking paths like this one here.
The quiet atmosphere and the complete lack of electricity poles and wires make this a great place to wander around for an hour or two. You feel that you've time-slipped back to the 14th century.
Balade en compagnie de mon APN, j'ai été attiré par cette fraise des bois. J'ai vu une mouche dessus j'ai tenté le coup en me disant elle va s'envoler et bien non!Elle m'a laissé le temps de la prendre.
Walking with my camera, I was attracted by this wild strawberry. I saw a fly on it I tried it telling me it will fly away and well no! She gave me time to take it.
I was visiting Sicily in September 2019 and every day I could see MT Etna from the villa where I was staying. On one of last days there we drove up to base camp about halfway up Etna and walked around some dormant craters. It was powerful experience.
When someone lectures you about copyright, valuing your work, not giving it away for free, competitions are worthless, blah, blah, blah...we are only on this planet once, so have a go, get your work out there and don't be a prisoner to your hard drive. If someone enjoys your work - savour that moment - that is the legacy to enjoy.
A few years ago, on a holiday to Bergamo, Italy, the local tourist board hosted a photo competition and with mage I was lucky enough to win a holiday for two, the following year. The following year, I entered again and my image won a wristwatch.
It's easy to get sniffy about your copyrighted photo rights, but truth is my legacy is not to be a rich, celebrity in-demand photographer but I can rightfully claim (with tongue in cheek) to be an international award winning photographer
I've dined out on that title a few times, let me tell you!):-
As I set out on my mountain hike, the memories of my first spotlight photo at this very same location during the same season filled my mind. However, as i began my ascent, couldn't shake the discomfort in my neck!
Despite the pain, i decided to continue with my plan, motivated by the desire to reach my destination and pay tribute to my past memories. The ascent was grueling, every step becoming more difficult than the last.
However, when i finally arrived at my destination and gazed upon the stunning view, all my struggles were worth it. i took out my camera and captured the same scene that had once inspired me to take my very first spotlight photo on aminus3 11 years ago!
Autism is a pervasive developmental disorder: a permanent disability, not a disease. Our communication is different from yours, we do not understand metaphors. We understand everything in pieces so that we need a lot of time to form a whole, which is sometimes not possible. We do not understand social contact, for example friendship. A disturbance in our imagination. We see everything in detail.
Vancouver to London: Earth's shadow from cruise altitude. As ordinary as the rising and setting of our sun is, sometimes an extraordinary sight catches the eye! The narrow, dark-blue band on the horizon, about 350km away still, is actually the shadow of our earth being projected off into space! The dark-blue band is the coming night. Above the band it is still daytime. The beautiful light from the setting sun shows the peaks of the Canadian Rockies below. We are looking at dusk which we sometimes call in photography, "the blue-hour" !
C'est l'histoire d'un petit merle perdu dans mes rosiers, sans parents pour le récupérer. Nous l'avions ramassé, et mis dans un petit enclos à l'abri des prédateurs. Mon mari l'a nourri pendant des semaines jusqu'à ce qu'il soit en mesure de le faire lui même. Ce petit oiseau était une femelle, elle est toujours restée près de notre jardin. L'année qui a suivi elle nous a présenté sa progéniture, de jolis petits merles. Nous avons tout fait pour qu'elle reprenne son autonomie, et elle l'a fait.
This is the story of a little blackbird lost in my roses, without parents to retrieve it.. We had picked it up, and put it in a small enclosure safe from predators. My husband fed him for weeks until he was able to do it himself. This little bird was a female, she always stayed near our garden. The following year she introduced us to her offspring, pretty little blackbirds. We did everything we could to get her back on her feet, and she did.
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