"I have been complimented myself a great many times, and they always embarrass me — I always feel that they have not said enough." – Mark Twain, humorist and writer
What “interesting” things did your parents make you do?
Originally shared by +Dorinda Matthews
Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green
It's been a couple of weeks, but I've been sick. Meanwhile, here's another short and probably meaningless story of my childhood. It starts out with me watching a clip of The Graham Norton Show on You Tube the other day. Now, if you don't know who Graham No…
Cellophane Flowers of Yellow and Green
It’s been a couple of weeks, but I’ve been sick. Meanwhile, here’s another short and probably meaningless story of my childhood. It starts out with me watching a clip of The Graham Norton Show on You Tube the other day. No…
Huh. Fancy that!
Yesterday . . . or the day before- it all runs together, doesn't it?- I posted a picture of some sheep at Avebury, the site of the largest stone circle in Europe. I mentioned Stonehenge and the stones of Avebury, but didn't show any stones. Just sheep.
Here are some of the stones of Avebury. Sheep, too. As with most of my early 2000s photos, this was a JPEG from a really awful camera. But, hey. It is what it is. And that's the village back there behind the stones.
Mona Lisa had only recently been returned to her place in Le Louvre Museum after a season of restoration. She was back, and everyone wanted to meet the famous lady, now ensconced behind UV protective glass to keep her from getting sunburned- or at least safe from the effects of flash photography.
It was so difficult to get up close an personal with the painting without getting up close and personal with the horde or tourists, all trying to get their own pictures of the famous smile. I opted to stand back and show the bigger scene instead. There are plenty of better pictures of Mona Lisa around than anything I could capture.
As fate smiled slightly upon me, just as I clicked my shutter someone up close fired their flash and illuminated the framed lady. At that same moment a pretty girl posed for her father to take a snapshot of their own visit.
Niow that is what a museum visit is all about!
This is for the #joinindaily theme curated by and open to anyone who wants to post ONE photo for any of the daily themes as posted by Johnny. Today's theme is "Photographers."
They graze among the standing stones.
Stonehenge is known for its amazingly huge standing stones that were brought, so say the archaeologists, all the way from the coast, or even from Wales. The site must've been magnificent to behold in ancient times, but if all you've ever seen is photos, it can be slightly underwhelming to visit. It's not that big in the grand scheme of things.
Avebury, on the other hand, is a whole village that sits near the center of a very large stone circle- a couple of concentric circles, in fact. The stones are not as geometrically worked as at Stonehenge, but the deal is, you can actually walk up and touch them! Plus, it's fun to play with the supposed magnetic anomalies that exist around/among the stones.
The field that tourists get to enter is also occupied by sheep. so, just in case you were wondering, the stones are to the left or the right of the objects in the photo. What you see here are sheep. Not ancient stones.
The village is rather small. There is a pub. There is a church (open to visit). I don't remember much else. It would, were it not for the tourist industry, be what might be called a "sleepy little village."
This photo was a JPEG from a crummy little camera. Lots of flaws, a lack of real detail, etc. But here are some of the sheep of Avebury.
How much fun is that?
In February 2008 I spent a week in the Austrian ski town of St. Anton. I'm not a skier at all. I've spent maybe two days on skis, and those were of the cross country type. I've never gone down a downhill ski slope in my life.
I have friends, though, who are pretty avid skiers. Not fanatics- anymore, you might say of some of them- but they like a good slide down the hill. The reason for this visit was that one of my friends had non-refundable reservations for some of his employees, none of whom could go. They used to go. but one after the other got married, had kids, and etc. Fun over. So I got invited for a pre-paid week in St. Anton during the height of ski season. Nice!
On this day our little group of four had taken the tram halfway up Valluga to have lunch in a restaurant, then we took what I called the "telephone box on a string" up to the peak where there is a vista looking over the Alps into Germany. One has to say, "Spectacular!"
Of course, I would take the tram back down while my friends skied. No problem. It was a fantastic opportunity to get some photos, and there were a couple of scenes that really stood out for me. This is one of them: a solitary skier making their way across a slope already covered with the tracks of the morning skiers- in the mid-day sun. I can't imagine that ski conditions were very good that time of day. Even from where I was standing it looked very icy and crunchy- not much fun to slip-slide over. But there they were.
I kind of wish one of those flags had been a Union Jack
Nostalgia can be either sentimentally pleasant or the source of a kind of pain. I don't mean the pain bad memories, but a longing that cannot be fulfilled. It's been almost ten years since I took this picture during my last visit to London. And it kind of hurts when I think about that. I really love London.
This week's events brought home a lot of feelings as images flooded the internet and streamed across my computer screen as I watchedlive coverage in the aftermath of a senseless attack on innocent people. I have walked there. Right. There. I long to walk there again, and if I have that opportunity, I will stop for a moment to remember those whose lives were cut short by a madman.
These three frames were all taken around the same time on 5 May 2007. One is already in my Trips To England 2004-2007 collection. https://goo.gl/JDKrW7 but anything worth posting is worth posting twice, no?
Yes. that Avon.
This was shot through a rather dirty window in Warwick Castle. It is really just a fifth or so of the original frame, and what I should have shot in the whole frame if I'd been paying attention. (Do you notice a theme to my posts?)
The original was a JPEG because I didn't understand the value or raw files at the time. Shortly after this trip (April 2006), when trying to edit/post-produce my photos, it all became clear. D'Oh!
This is for the #joinindaily theme curated by and open to anyone who wants to post ONE photo for any of the daily themes as posted by Johnny. Today's theme is "Rivers Or Streams"
Prague's rail system.
This photo is also in my Prague – February 2008 collection: https://goo.gl/d1j4Sw
My friends and I had just made our way down from the Prague Castle and St. Vitus Cathedral area, and we were very hungry. But there was this scene that needed capturing. They kept moving, but I stopped for a couple of minutes to get a shot.
When you're strictly a tourist and part of a group, you have to keep up with them. You don't always have the choice of hanging out and waiting for your shot to appear. So I lifted my camera to my eye and framed a shot, not paying proper attention. If I'd waited just two beats, the two women might have been at the rule of thirds, perhaps, or hitting a golden sprial nexus, or . . . or . . . but I was in a hurry, so, "Snap!*
This is for the #joinindaily theme, curated by . Today's theme is "More Than One Train/Tram."
Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd US president