I wish I had discovered Abbas earlier. He just died. And he was known just by that one name, Abbas. I wish I had discovered him earlier because he and I shared a preoccupation with not just one religion but all. He and I knew war, he from the hind end of a lens, and I from the hind end of a rifle. I like the perspective Abbas came to in his older age: If you want to be a photographer, put on your walking shoes and fall in love. Yes, yes, yes! https://www.thephoblographer.com/2018/05/01/abbas-magnum-passed-away/.
j'ai release un petit projet tout simple, ça parlera peut-être au graphistes, photographe et autre créatifs de l'image: ça permet d'extraire une palette de couleur d'une image, et ça se passe ici: http://sp3r4z.fr/ICSE/
Ça ressemble à ça, une fois en action ↓
PS: tu n'auras pas manqué le clin d'œil de l'image choisie 😇
Spring comes and goes so fast here. The fast warming temperature shortens the life span of blossoms. One has to gather flower portraits quickly lest the subjects are past their prime. These beauties are in my back yard garden.
Lately I've been getting some sulphur crested cockatoos coming by for a feed. They know to squawk to get my attention, and this particular pair have quickly decided I'm probably not going to harm them.
Today, after being chased away by a particularly feisty lorikeet about 1/4 their size, they ate a special meal about 150cm from me. No other bird would hassle them so close to a human.
They're smart and curious birds (and not a little bit mischievous!) and I love having them around.
Since the fediverse is multilingual I decided to try my hand at some rhyming poetry in French:
Après la pluie, j'ai envie de goûter les petites gouttelettes sur les pédales arrondies d'une tulipe.
Après la pluie je voudrais jouer sur la trompette d'une jonquille pour annoncer: La sécheresse est finie!
Le jardin peut encore respirer!
The Cow Bird, like the Cuckoo, lays its eggs in other birds' nests. The baby Cow Birds often grow larger than their nest mates and kick them out. The mother birds will nurture the intruder nevertheless. I once photographed a mother Gnatcatcher feeding a baby Cow Bird much bigger than herself. Can you imagine keeping a voracious dependent content on a diet of gnats? Cow Birds are not to be confused with Bronzed Grackles, which have similar colors, but reversed on body and head. See below.
Landscape photography is the slowest kind I do, and for that reason it's calming. I find diagonal lines in landscapes almost essential to lead the eye inward and give energy to the composition. I like people in my landscapes (when passers by luckily appear). They provide scale and they anchor a composition, like garden sculptures do. Light and color are always important, especially good light which is hard to define, but I know it when I see it.
You are allowed to do stuff just because you want to.
Even if it uses up all your spoons/matches.
Even if it leaves your exhausted and broken the next day.
Even if you need to let other stuff slide a bit while you recover.
You are allowed to have fun, to go out, to take a day once in a while and do what you want with it.
(I needed to hear this today, so I figured other folks might too.)
Ring Billed Gulls' memories of winter. . . .
Goldcrest is the smallest bird species in Finland (maybe also of Europe). Surviving a nordic winter exclusively on insects and spiders is an astonishing deed. For this fluff ball the worst was behind :)
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