Ta much, dear Edosan!
Photographer Lalage Snow photographed and interviewed members of 1st Battalion The Royal Regiment of Scotland before they were sent to Afghanistan, after three months' service, and days after they returned home. Their faces show the toll that fighting in Afghanistan takes on our troops.
Private Chris MacGregor, 24
11th March, Edinburgh: “Obviously I’ll miss family but other than that I am going to miss my dogs more than anything. They are my de-stressers and keep me sane. I think I’ll miss TV too though. I try not to think about the worst case scenario.”
19th June, Compound 19, Nad Ali, after an IED incident: “Most people get used to being away from home but I find it hard. It’s your fear that keeps you alive here. But I believe if it’s going to happen, it’s going to happen and theres nothing you can do about it. If the big man upstairs could do anything, there’d be no dead soldiers. They’d all be alive. It still hurts when you hear about a soldier dying. You think about what their families are going through. You ask what they died for and what we are achieving here. I am not sure any more. That Afghan soldier losing his legs just now… I don’t know….”
28th August, Edinburgh, after being evacuated due to sustained knee injury from Iraq: “My legs just gave up. I think it was the weight – 135 pounds or something. I just had to accept, my body was telling me to give up as I had pushed it. I was telling it to go, it was telling me to stop. When squaddies come back they still have a lot of adrenaline and anger in them. I had to have anger management after Iraq. If I get like that now, I just go for a walk with the dogs. It is the best way to deal with it, instead of being all tense and ready to snap at folk. The first thing I did when I came back, appart from kissing and cuddling the misses and my bairn, was go for a massive walk with the dogs. I walked for miles and miles not caring where I stepped.”
(via We Are Not The Dead: soldiers' faces before, during and after serving in Afghanistan - Telegraph)
Private Chris MacGregor, 24
11th March, Edinburgh: “Obviously I’ll miss family but other than that I am going to miss my dogs more than anything. They are my de-stressers and keep me sane. I think I’ll miss TV too though. I try not to think about the worst case scenario.”
19th June, Compound 19, Nad Ali, after an IED incident: “Most people get used to being away from home but I find it hard. It’s your fear that keeps you alive here. But I believe if it’s going to happen, it’s going to happen and theres nothing you can do about it. If the big man upstairs could do anything, there’d be no dead soldiers. They’d all be alive. It still hurts when you hear about a soldier dying. You think about what their families are going through. You ask what they died for and what we are achieving here. I am not sure any more. That Afghan soldier losing his legs just now… I don’t know….”
28th August, Edinburgh, after being evacuated due to sustained knee injury from Iraq: “My legs just gave up. I think it was the weight – 135 pounds or something. I just had to accept, my body was telling me to give up as I had pushed it. I was telling it to go, it was telling me to stop. When squaddies come back they still have a lot of adrenaline and anger in them. I had to have anger management after Iraq. If I get like that now, I just go for a walk with the dogs. It is the best way to deal with it, instead of being all tense and ready to snap at folk. The first thing I did when I came back, appart from kissing and cuddling the misses and my bairn, was go for a massive walk with the dogs. I walked for miles and miles not caring where I stepped.”
(via We Are Not The Dead: soldiers' faces before, during and after serving in Afghanistan - Telegraph)
When Hector Siliezar visited the ancient Mayan city of Chichen Itza with his wife and kids in 2009, he snapped three iPhone photos of El Castillo, a pyramid that once served as a sacred temple to the Mayan god Kukulkan. A thunderstorm was brewing near the temple, and Siliezar was trying to capture lightning crackling dramatically over the ruins.
In the first two images, dark clouds loom above the pyramid, but nothing is amiss. However, in the third photo, a powerful beam of light appears to shoot up from the pyramid toward the heavens, and a thunderbolt flashes in the background.
Siliezar, who recently shared his photographs with occult investigators, told Earthfiles.com that he and his family didn't see the light beam in person; it appeared only on camera. "It was amazing!" he said. He showed the iPhone photo to his fellow tourists. "No one, not even the tour guide, had ever seen anything like it before." ...
...is it simply the result of an iPhone glitch?
According to Jonathon Hill, a research technician and mission planner at the Mars Space Flight Facility at Arizona State University, which operates many of the cameras used during NASA's Mars missions, it is almost definitely the latter. Hill works with images of the Martian surface taken by rovers and satellites, as well as data from Earth-orbiting NASA instruments, and is fully versed in the wide range of potential image artifacts and equipment errors.
He says the "light beam" in the Mayan temple photo is a classic case of such an artifact — a distortion in an image that arises from the way cameras bounce around incoming light.
It is no mere coincidence, Hill said, that "of the three images, the 'light beam' only occurs in the image with a lightning bolt in the background. The intensity of the lightning flash likely caused the camera's CCD sensor to behave in an unusual way, either causing an entire column of pixels to offset their values or causing an internal reflection (off the) camera lens that was recorded by the sensor." In either case, extra brightness would have been added to the pixels in that column in addition to the light hitting them directly from the scene.
Evidence in favor of this explanation is the fact that the beam, when isolated in Photoshop or other image analysis software, runs perfectly vertical in the image. "That's a little suspicious since it's very unlikely that the gentleman who took this picture would have his handheld iPhone camera positioned exactly parallel to the 'light beam' down to the pixel level," Hill told Life's Little Mysteries.
It's more likely that the "light beam" corresponds to a set of columns of pixels in the camera sensor that are electronically connected to each other, but not to other columns in the sensor, and that this set of connected pixels became oversaturated in the manner described above.
"That being said," Hill said, "it really is an awesome image!"
Ta much, dear MSiegel!
London, UK: a plane passes the full moon as it rises over Albert Bridge Photograph: Dan Kitwood/Getty Images
(via 24 hours in pictures | News | guardian.co.uk)
Slow down a little, genius: I am merely gifted., Pathein, Burma: a vegetable vendor stands on her...
Pathein, Burma: a vegetable vendor stands on her boat as she waits for customers at a pier on the Pathein river
(via 24 hours in pictures | News | guardian.co.uk)
Ta much, dear MSiegel!
Fabulous!!!!!!
Featured photojournalist: Jim Lo Scalzo
Based in Washington DC, photojournalist Jim Lo Scalzo recently joined EPA after 16 years shooting for the news magazine US News & World Report. Here he visits California's Salton Sea
I'd love to visit the Salton Sea, but that's a weird & creative Detroiter for ya: many of us - in self-defense, mind - rather perversely find the abandoned attractive.
Oh, and Mud Pots FTW!
Based in Washington DC, photojournalist Jim Lo Scalzo recently joined EPA after 16 years shooting for the news magazine US News & World Report. Here he visits California's Salton Sea
I'd love to visit the Salton Sea, but that's a weird & creative Detroiter for ya: many of us - in self-defense, mind - rather perversely find the abandoned attractive.
Oh, and Mud Pots FTW!
Ta much, dear Edosan
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The same sort of people who are afraid of a woman whose bare hair and face are in the sunlight, that's who.
Amen, Sister!
Ta much, dear MSiegel
A car lands vertically in a snowbank on Interstate 93 during a snow storm north of Salem, New Hampshire
Arctic temparatures in Lake Michigan at Port Washington, Wisconsin
... allcreatures:
inbunden: A “blanket octopus”, or a Tremoctopus.
From the wikipedia page: “These species have evolved an unusual defense mechanism: blanket octopuses are immune to the poisonous Portuguese man o’ war, whose tentacles the male and immature females rip off and use for defensive purposes.”
That’s effing rad! ...
Ta much, dear Edosan
inbunden: A “blanket octopus”, or a Tremoctopus.
From the wikipedia page: “These species have evolved an unusual defense mechanism: blanket octopuses are immune to the poisonous Portuguese man o’ war, whose tentacles the male and immature females rip off and use for defensive purposes.”
That’s effing rad! ...
Ta much, dear Edosan
[annoyed Bart Simpson]Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it.[/annoyed Bart Simpson]
Ta much, dear Edosan
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Jon Henley
Interview by Jon Henley
Wednesday 1 December 2010
This was taken on the set of Jules et Jim in 1962. The scene was an old-style French boxing match between Jules and Jim. Someone on the set turned a radio on in the break and it was playing one of Strauss's waltzes. The actors, Oskar Werner and Henri Serre, heard the music and in an instant the gym was transformed into a kind of village dance. Obviously there was the potential for a nice shot. The abandoned boxing glove, on the floor down to the right, looked like it might play a part, too, and I framed the picture accordingly.
This kind of photograph is uncontrollable, of course. You have to be ready, to anticipate, because by the time it takes for your brain to tell your finger to activate the shutter, the moment has gone. I love the balance in their gestures. But if you look at the contact sheet you'll see there were plenty of pictures that were less successful.
My approach to set photography was really that of a photojournalist. Stills photography then was purely for publicity purposes; I was interested in the film-making process. I didn't want to shoot what the movie cameras were filming. ...
Interview by Jon Henley
Wednesday 1 December 2010
This was taken on the set of Jules et Jim in 1962. The scene was an old-style French boxing match between Jules and Jim. Someone on the set turned a radio on in the break and it was playing one of Strauss's waltzes. The actors, Oskar Werner and Henri Serre, heard the music and in an instant the gym was transformed into a kind of village dance. Obviously there was the potential for a nice shot. The abandoned boxing glove, on the floor down to the right, looked like it might play a part, too, and I framed the picture accordingly.
This kind of photograph is uncontrollable, of course. You have to be ready, to anticipate, because by the time it takes for your brain to tell your finger to activate the shutter, the moment has gone. I love the balance in their gestures. But if you look at the contact sheet you'll see there were plenty of pictures that were less successful.
My approach to set photography was really that of a photojournalist. Stills photography then was purely for publicity purposes; I was interested in the film-making process. I didn't want to shoot what the movie cameras were filming. ...
Ta ever so much, dear MSiegel
Ta much, dear Edosan
Ta much, dear MSiegel
Shame there are no links to more photos; tsk tsk tsk.
Jack Russell Terrorier courtesy of dear Edosan
it's a ball it's a ball it's a ball
throw it throw it throw it throw it throw it OMG fucking throw it willya throw it
OMG you threw it
gotta get it gotta get it gotta get it gotta get it
The above is caused by years of breeding to inspire:
OMG a fox a fox a fox a fox a fox
gone to ground OMG gone to ground
gotta dig him out gotta dig him out gotta dig him out gotta dig him out
Hence, No Fox + OMG NO FOX?! = throw the ball throw the ball throw the ball
Simple as.
The week in pictures: 24 September 2010
Looking like a massive firework display, this spectacular northern lights photo shows green and purple colours rippling across the Arctic sky. The picture was taken on September 16 2010, near Skittenelv in the Tromsø area, in northern Norway, by photographer Ole Christian Salomonsen. The aurora borealis is a reflection of recent solar activity which has caused some amazing light shows. The light is caused by explosions on the surface of the sun which throw out electrically charged particles towards the earth. When the solar wind carrying the particles hits our atmosphere it is swept towards the poles by our magnetic field where the particles react with ions in the atmosphere, causing nature's greatest light show. See the next photo for another amazing display...
...This picture of the northern lights - taken by Thilo Bubek - was also shot near Tromsø in northern Norway earlier this month
A statue of Ceres, Roman goddess of agriculture, is silhouetted against the rising super harvest moon as it stands on top of the Missouri State Capitol building in Jefferson City. The rare occurrence of the Super Harvest Moon occurs when the autumnal equinox coincides with the full moon and what NASA calls a '360-degree, summer-autumn twilight glow that is only seen on rare occasions'. The last time such a Super Harvest Moon happened in 1991
The moon rises behind Coit Tower in San Francisco, California - the first time in two decades that the Sun has sunk as a full Moon has risen exactly opposite to it on the autumnal equinox, or the beginning of autumn
These false-colour composite images provided by NASA, constructed from data obtained by the Cassini spacecraft, show the glow of auroras streaking out about 1,000 kilometres (600 miles) from the cloud tops of Saturn's south polar region
The NGC 1365 galaxy, also known as the Great Barred Spiral Galaxy, is seen in an image that combines observations performed through three different filters with the 1.5-metre Danish telescope at the European Southern Observatory (ESO) in Chile. The ESO's website describes the galaxy, at 60 million light-years from Earth, 200,000 light-years across and about twice the size of the Milky Way, as one of the largest known to astronomers
The heart of the Lagoon Nebula (Messier 8) is pictured in this NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope image. Seen as a massive cloud of glowing dust and gas, bombarded by the energetic radiation of new stars, this placid name hides a dramatic reality. Located 4,000 to 5,000 light-years away, in the constellation of Sagittarius (the Archer), Messier 8 is a huge region of star birth that stretches across 100 light-years. Clouds of hydrogen gas are slowly collapsing to form new stars, whose bright ultraviolet rays then light up the surrounding gas in a distinctive shade of red
A giant corn field maze at the Kelley Farms welcomes the riders for the World Equestrian Games, in Lexington, Kentucky
Visitors examine a super bus concept project by Delft University of Technology in the Netherlands, at the IAA Commercial Vehicles expo in Hanover, Germany
Looking like a massive firework display, this spectacular northern lights photo shows green and purple colours rippling across the Arctic sky. The picture was taken on September 16 2010, near Skittenelv in the Tromsø area, in northern Norway, by photographer Ole Christian Salomonsen. The aurora borealis is a reflection of recent solar activity which has caused some amazing light shows. The light is caused by explosions on the surface of the sun which throw out electrically charged particles towards the earth. When the solar wind carrying the particles hits our atmosphere it is swept towards the poles by our magnetic field where the particles react with ions in the atmosphere, causing nature's greatest light show. See the next photo for another amazing display...
...This picture of the northern lights - taken by Thilo Bubek - was also shot near Tromsø in northern Norway earlier this month
A statue of Ceres, Roman goddess of agriculture, is silhouetted against the rising super harvest moon as it stands on top of the Missouri State Capitol building in Jefferson City. The rare occurrence of the Super Harvest Moon occurs when the autumnal equinox coincides with the full moon and what NASA calls a '360-degree, summer-autumn twilight glow that is only seen on rare occasions'. The last time such a Super Harvest Moon happened in 1991
The moon rises behind Coit Tower in San Francisco, California - the first time in two decades that the Sun has sunk as a full Moon has risen exactly opposite to it on the autumnal equinox, or the beginning of autumn
These false-colour composite images provided by NASA, constructed from data obtained by the Cassini spacecraft, show the glow of auroras streaking out about 1,000 kilometres (600 miles) from the cloud tops of Saturn's south polar region
The NGC 1365 galaxy, also known as the Great Barred Spiral Galaxy, is seen in an image that combines observations performed through three different filters with the 1.5-metre Danish telescope at the European Southern Observatory (ESO) in Chile. The ESO's website describes the galaxy, at 60 million light-years from Earth, 200,000 light-years across and about twice the size of the Milky Way, as one of the largest known to astronomers
The heart of the Lagoon Nebula (Messier 8) is pictured in this NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope image. Seen as a massive cloud of glowing dust and gas, bombarded by the energetic radiation of new stars, this placid name hides a dramatic reality. Located 4,000 to 5,000 light-years away, in the constellation of Sagittarius (the Archer), Messier 8 is a huge region of star birth that stretches across 100 light-years. Clouds of hydrogen gas are slowly collapsing to form new stars, whose bright ultraviolet rays then light up the surrounding gas in a distinctive shade of red
A giant corn field maze at the Kelley Farms welcomes the riders for the World Equestrian Games, in Lexington, Kentucky
Visitors examine a super bus concept project by Delft University of Technology in the Netherlands, at the IAA Commercial Vehicles expo in Hanover, Germany
Ta much, dear Edosan - whom, fellow Categorian, you may blame for the spate of lolsquirrels what follows.
Ta much, dear Edosan. My Inner Mongolian loves it even more than I.
Wish we could see more of this splendidly-faced horsie, though.
Wildlife enthusiast Jimmy Hoffman, 50, scours the vegetation around his home in the Costa Brava, Spain, looking for praying mantises. After finding his subjects, Mr Hoffman can spend up to two hours waiting to get the perfect shot. He said: "My favourite picture is of a mantis about to catch a butterfly. Unfortunately for the mantis the butterfly was too fast and managed to fly away before it could be caught. I got my picture at exactly the right moment and it was very special for me because I had waited a couple of hours for something interesting to happen. After that I decided to called the picture 'Patience'.
A trio of Empusa Pennata mantises perch clutched together, on a twig
Keen plane spotter Bernardo Malfitano took this shot of a rainbow effect pouring off the back of an F-22 at an air show in Miramar, California. The aeronautical engineer from Seattle works for Boeing, and he said: "This is an F-22 at Miramar at the top of a loop. He is pulling so many Gs, the low pressure air over the fuselage that is sucking the plane into the loop gets cold enough for the water vapour to condense. The angle is just right for sunlight to undergo total internal refraction and make rainbow colours around the plane."
Ta much, dear Edosan
o_- indeed, dear MSiegel
A young man stands on the edge of the rock face, bracing himself as a massive wave thunders towards him, at North Bondi Beach, Sydney, Australia
A baby elephant plays in an enclosure at the Schoenbrunn zoo in Vienna, Austria. The public have named him 'Tuluba', a word from the language of the western African Wolof people meaning 'Big Ears'
Ta much, dear Edosan
Ta much, dear Edosan
I'd kiss you, Jezza, but you're too far away.
Click images to go through the gallery.
Cat - fox hunter
This cat’s owner is a fanatic wildlife photographer. Once he decided to stay for winter for five month in unique protected areas of Kamchatka and had no way to leave his pet at home. So the only option was to take two boxes with him - one for the cat, by the way named Ryska, and the other for cat-food reserve for half a year.
Living in a tiny barn standing in the middle of nowhere this guy began each morning with coffee and fried eggs with bacon. The smell of fresh fried bacon appeared to be a kind of a drug for local foxes. Dozens of their generations have never known that people are hunting them for fur so they fearlessly joined the photographer each morning to have a portion of delicious smell. Some of the foxes even competed for the right to come closer to the window in order not only to smell but to see bacon.
Ryska was spoilt with expensive cat-food and hunted local mice just for fun of it. In short, she was extremely unaggressive. But watching a pack of foxes impudently smelling master’s fried bacon was intolerable. Anywhere 50 meters far from the barn foxes were severely oppressed. Once Ryska even drove a frightened fox onto a tree! What is more she even used the same manner to bears. They were not so fearful but still preferred not to come close.
April 10, 2010
Photography: the art of Henri Cartier-Bresson
As a new book and show celebrate Cartier-Bresson, his friend recalls one of the finest photographers of the 20th century
Jinx Rodger
... Henri was fun, too. He was witty and he made us laugh. Ratna was a poet and he once published a book of her work. But they argued a lot. She also had an explosive temper and in the end she just couldn’t settle in Paris. Later he married the photographer Martine Franck, and they lived in the Rue de Rivoli, just overlooking the Louvre. It’s Franck we need to thank for this new book and exhibition. It was she who convinced Henri that he should create a lasting home for his work, what is now the Cartier Bresson Foundation. Henri hated to look back.
He was a very loyal friend. When George died, Henri did a lot to look after me. He had a huge and interesting circle of friends, but he didn’t suffer fools gladly. I remember he once hid at a photography opening because he didn’t want to be interviewed, and I saw at the bottom of the guest list that he’d signed in as “Hank Carter, Paris”.
He could be stubborn, but he had to be to protect himself. By the end of his life he was idolised. When he died, all Paris was in mourning.
Photography: the art of Henri Cartier-Bresson
As a new book and show celebrate Cartier-Bresson, his friend recalls one of the finest photographers of the 20th century
Jinx Rodger
... Henri was fun, too. He was witty and he made us laugh. Ratna was a poet and he once published a book of her work. But they argued a lot. She also had an explosive temper and in the end she just couldn’t settle in Paris. Later he married the photographer Martine Franck, and they lived in the Rue de Rivoli, just overlooking the Louvre. It’s Franck we need to thank for this new book and exhibition. It was she who convinced Henri that he should create a lasting home for his work, what is now the Cartier Bresson Foundation. Henri hated to look back.
He was a very loyal friend. When George died, Henri did a lot to look after me. He had a huge and interesting circle of friends, but he didn’t suffer fools gladly. I remember he once hid at a photography opening because he didn’t want to be interviewed, and I saw at the bottom of the guest list that he’d signed in as “Hank Carter, Paris”.
He could be stubborn, but he had to be to protect himself. By the end of his life he was idolised. When he died, all Paris was in mourning.
Slide Show: Detroit, City of Ruins
April 8, 2010
Clock in the former Cass Technical High School building
Arnold Nursing Home; 7 Mile Road
Known for his large-scale photographs of dilapidated buildings in places like Cuba, Russia, and Times Square, Andrew Moore has now turned his attention to Detroit. These images are from his new collection, Detroit Disassembled, published by Damiani and the Akron Art Museum, where an exhibition of his work will be on view from June 5 to October 10.
Moore’s photographs present a devastating scene of urban deterioration, offering us glimpses into abandoned motor plants, train stations, theaters, schools, hotels, police stations, and office buildings, along with vistas of vacant houses and lots. All of the buildings are in deep states of decay: moss grows on the floor of an office at the former Ford Motor Company headquarters; thousands of books molder in the Public Schools Book Depository; an unseen person keeps a small fire going under a plastic shelter inside the trash-filled engine works room of the Dry Dock Company Complex. One of Moore’s photographs, showing an abandoned nursing home, appears in the April 29 issue of The New York Review, in Tony Judt’s essay “Ill Fares the Land.”
Another book on the same subject, The Ruins of Detroit, by the French photographers Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre, will be published by Steidl this summer. Marchand and Meffre had already begun their project when they met Moore, whose earlier work they knew, and they urged him to photograph Detroit as well. As a result, there are now two distinctive takes on the decline of a once-powerful center of the US economy: while Moore’s book is slender, with an essay by the poet Philip Levine, Marchand and Meffre’s collection puts across a broader sociological analysis. Both books allow an astonishing amount of beauty to surface, whether in the fading traces of ornate architectural elements or in the rich colors of freshly sprouted vegetation.
—Eve Bowen
I should point out that God certainly appears to have abandoned much of 7 Mile Road, especially near Van Dyke.
Ta much, dear Gladsdotter
April 8, 2010
Clock in the former Cass Technical High School building
Arnold Nursing Home; 7 Mile Road
Known for his large-scale photographs of dilapidated buildings in places like Cuba, Russia, and Times Square, Andrew Moore has now turned his attention to Detroit. These images are from his new collection, Detroit Disassembled, published by Damiani and the Akron Art Museum, where an exhibition of his work will be on view from June 5 to October 10.
Moore’s photographs present a devastating scene of urban deterioration, offering us glimpses into abandoned motor plants, train stations, theaters, schools, hotels, police stations, and office buildings, along with vistas of vacant houses and lots. All of the buildings are in deep states of decay: moss grows on the floor of an office at the former Ford Motor Company headquarters; thousands of books molder in the Public Schools Book Depository; an unseen person keeps a small fire going under a plastic shelter inside the trash-filled engine works room of the Dry Dock Company Complex. One of Moore’s photographs, showing an abandoned nursing home, appears in the April 29 issue of The New York Review, in Tony Judt’s essay “Ill Fares the Land.”
Another book on the same subject, The Ruins of Detroit, by the French photographers Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre, will be published by Steidl this summer. Marchand and Meffre had already begun their project when they met Moore, whose earlier work they knew, and they urged him to photograph Detroit as well. As a result, there are now two distinctive takes on the decline of a once-powerful center of the US economy: while Moore’s book is slender, with an essay by the poet Philip Levine, Marchand and Meffre’s collection puts across a broader sociological analysis. Both books allow an astonishing amount of beauty to surface, whether in the fading traces of ornate architectural elements or in the rich colors of freshly sprouted vegetation.
—Eve Bowen
I should point out that God certainly appears to have abandoned much of 7 Mile Road, especially near Van Dyke.
Ta much, dear Gladsdotter
Andrew Moore: Detroit Disassembled
Text by Andrew Moore, Philip Levine.
Published by Damiani/Akron Art Museum
No longer the Motor City of boom-time industry, the city of Detroit has fallen into an incredible state of dilapidation since the decline of the American auto industry after the Second World War. Today, whole sections of the city resemble a war zone, its once-spectacular architectural grandeur reduced to vacant ruins. In Detroit Disassembled, photographer Andrew Moore records a territory in which the ordinary flow of time-or the forward march of the assembly line-appears to have been thrown spectacularly into reverse. For Moore, who throughout his career has been drawn to all that contradicts or seems to threaten America's postwar self-image (his previous projects include portraits of Cuba and Soviet Russia), Detroit's decline affirms the carnivorousness of our earth, as it seeps into and overruns the buildings of a city that once epitomized humankind's supposed supremacy. In Detroit Disassembled, Moore locates both dignity and tragedy in the city's decline, among postapocalyptic landscapes of windowless grand hotels, vast barren factory floors, collapsing churches, offices carpeted in velvety moss and entire blocks reclaimed by prairie grass. Beyond their jawdropping content, Moore's photographs inevitably raise the uneasy question of the long-term future of a country in which such extreme degradation can exist unchecked.
Text by Andrew Moore, Philip Levine.
Published by Damiani/Akron Art Museum
No longer the Motor City of boom-time industry, the city of Detroit has fallen into an incredible state of dilapidation since the decline of the American auto industry after the Second World War. Today, whole sections of the city resemble a war zone, its once-spectacular architectural grandeur reduced to vacant ruins. In Detroit Disassembled, photographer Andrew Moore records a territory in which the ordinary flow of time-or the forward march of the assembly line-appears to have been thrown spectacularly into reverse. For Moore, who throughout his career has been drawn to all that contradicts or seems to threaten America's postwar self-image (his previous projects include portraits of Cuba and Soviet Russia), Detroit's decline affirms the carnivorousness of our earth, as it seeps into and overruns the buildings of a city that once epitomized humankind's supposed supremacy. In Detroit Disassembled, Moore locates both dignity and tragedy in the city's decline, among postapocalyptic landscapes of windowless grand hotels, vast barren factory floors, collapsing churches, offices carpeted in velvety moss and entire blocks reclaimed by prairie grass. Beyond their jawdropping content, Moore's photographs inevitably raise the uneasy question of the long-term future of a country in which such extreme degradation can exist unchecked.
The Ruins of Detroit
by Yves Marchand, Romain Meffre
Steidl
Over the past generation Detroit has suffered economically worse than any other of the major American cities and its rampant urban decay is now glaringly apparent during this current recession. Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre documented this disintegration, showcasing structures that were formerly a source of civic pride, and which now stand as monuments to the city’s fall from grace. ...
by Yves Marchand, Romain Meffre
Steidl
Over the past generation Detroit has suffered economically worse than any other of the major American cities and its rampant urban decay is now glaringly apparent during this current recession. Yves Marchand and Romain Meffre documented this disintegration, showcasing structures that were formerly a source of civic pride, and which now stand as monuments to the city’s fall from grace. ...
'Nother great slideshow.
Common Kestrel [AKA Chicken Hawk] pursuing a Barn Owl
PUFFING!!!!
Pheasant
Reed Warbler drinking
Ta much, dear Anneliese, who sent this gallery Puffin-first.
Wenig kuscheln Gesichter! Little snuggle-faces!
Those itteh bitteh kittehs don't even have angry feet!
Ta much, dear Edosan
Those itteh bitteh kittehs don't even have angry feet!
Ta much, dear Edosan
Yes, I shrunk 'em.
MSiegel said this page kept tryin' to redirect him, so here's a link to the home page - click 'Bugatti.'
MSiegel said this page kept tryin' to redirect him, so here's a link to the home page - click 'Bugatti.'
They're real people, with functional minds and hearts. Such a refreshing change.
Ta much, dear BrightKnight
Model, LaChyara Golden of Flint stands with the Viper at the Detroit auto show at Cobo Hall on Tuesday, January 12, 2010. (REGINA H. BOONE/DFP)
Back of Marcel Duchamp's head - tonsured by Georges de Zayas
1920
Fingers
1930
Great shot, great band, great show. Not only does she cutely point her toe half the time she's bowing her cello, she also sits on the kickdrum, puts the cello on her lap and strums it like a guitar during one song.
High quality dogness - ta much, dear Edosan
Beautiful photographs of birds, butterflies, flowers, and the odd critter who strays before his lens - Win.
Female Pyrrhuloxia
Female Pyrrhuloxia
Cuzco Newsboy, 1948. The picture of a Mexican boy was one of the earliest photographs by Irving Penn, who started out in the art department at US Vogue. It is one of the lots being auctioned at Christie's New York on October 8. (All photographs courtesy of Christie's)
Photographer’s death drives up prices at Christie's auction in New York
By Sophie Taylor
FIRST POSTED OCTOBER 9, 2009
As expected, the news of Irving Penn's death appeared to help drive up prices at an auction of photography at Christie's, New York yesterday. His photograph Cuzco Newsboy, which adorned the opening page of The First Post's picture essay to mark the photographer's death, went for nearly three times its upper pre-sale estimate.
The photograph, taken in Mexico in 1948, and presented as a gelatin silver print, went to an anonymous bidder for $72,100. The estimate was $15,000 - $25,000.
But the photo that beat all the others - there were 14 Penns for sale in total - was Chimney Sweep, London, one of a series of portraits Penn took of ordinary working people in New York, Paris and London in 1950. It fetched $74,500, way above the $10,000 - $15,000 estimate.
None of the pictures was among Penn's most iconic images, but they still fetched a total of $492,850, more than double the auction house's total lower estimate of $235,000. ...
By Sophie Taylor
FIRST POSTED OCTOBER 9, 2009
As expected, the news of Irving Penn's death appeared to help drive up prices at an auction of photography at Christie's, New York yesterday. His photograph Cuzco Newsboy, which adorned the opening page of The First Post's picture essay to mark the photographer's death, went for nearly three times its upper pre-sale estimate.
The photograph, taken in Mexico in 1948, and presented as a gelatin silver print, went to an anonymous bidder for $72,100. The estimate was $15,000 - $25,000.
But the photo that beat all the others - there were 14 Penns for sale in total - was Chimney Sweep, London, one of a series of portraits Penn took of ordinary working people in New York, Paris and London in 1950. It fetched $74,500, way above the $10,000 - $15,000 estimate.
None of the pictures was among Penn's most iconic images, but they still fetched a total of $492,850, more than double the auction house's total lower estimate of $235,000. ...
It’s a lame old mantra, “Changing the system from within”, and one most often spouted by sell-outs in denial. So when Nick Knight fixes me with his pale blue eyes and says “I’ve tried to affect any changes I can from the mainstream”, I groan a little inside. This, after all, is one of fashion’s biggest big-ticket photographers; the man who John Galliano used to reboot, then revive the image of Christian Dior, and who in the past year has had four ultra-lucrative cosmetics campaigns and a Cheryl Cole album cover under his belt. It’s hardly, I pshaw internally, the CV of a radical.
Then Knight does something entirely unexpected — he aims his mouth at where the money is and lets fly: “I’ve always found the fashion industry to be extremely racist, to the point that I don’t know how they get away with it. When I first started I couldn’t believe what I was hearing: ‘We can’t have a black model — they’re not aspirational’. You can’t say that!”
And here’s Knight on the hand that feeds him: “I have friends in the City who are amazed by how the fashion business is conducted. It’s controlled by a few people, and not particularly well.”
And here’s Knight on sizeism and ageism, fashion’s two other sorest points (fur notwithstanding). “Issues I believed in were not being articulated in my professional work. Issues as simple as that fact that nobody was photographing women who looked like my wife”. (This is Charlotte, who Knight describes as “curvaceous” and “the most beautiful woman in the world”.) “Only people in their teens were being photographed — if you were older than 21 you didn’t have a look in. Lancôme dropped Isabella Rossellini when she turned 40: biggest mistake they ever made. All these examples were around me, and they didn’t sit well with me.” ...
Then Knight does something entirely unexpected — he aims his mouth at where the money is and lets fly: “I’ve always found the fashion industry to be extremely racist, to the point that I don’t know how they get away with it. When I first started I couldn’t believe what I was hearing: ‘We can’t have a black model — they’re not aspirational’. You can’t say that!”
And here’s Knight on the hand that feeds him: “I have friends in the City who are amazed by how the fashion business is conducted. It’s controlled by a few people, and not particularly well.”
And here’s Knight on sizeism and ageism, fashion’s two other sorest points (fur notwithstanding). “Issues I believed in were not being articulated in my professional work. Issues as simple as that fact that nobody was photographing women who looked like my wife”. (This is Charlotte, who Knight describes as “curvaceous” and “the most beautiful woman in the world”.) “Only people in their teens were being photographed — if you were older than 21 you didn’t have a look in. Lancôme dropped Isabella Rossellini when she turned 40: biggest mistake they ever made. All these examples were around me, and they didn’t sit well with me.” ...
High quality bizarrerie.
Feel better soon, Dear Heart!
Dear Edosan often sends me lolworthy/macro-ready images, ferinstance this one. Result below.
moar funny pictures
moar funny pictures
Ta much, dear DontheFox
I knew something was going seriously wrong all those years ago when they tore down the car/truck production sign.
Unlike most people, I often really hate it when I'm right.
Driving past during a strike when the numbers'd ground to a halt was not cool, but driving past the sign shortly after Midnight on a New Year's Eve was excellent. It had been reset to zero and showed fewer than ten, er, eleven, er, twelve.....that's about how quickly the numbers went up. There was a new one almost every second.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeyow.
Epic site.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
But perfect proof of why pets - and most people! - need neutering or spaying.
But perfect proof of why pets - and most people! - need neutering or spaying.
When dear Edosan sent me this, I told him, "Must be Hungary. Only there are the horses that sexy and the men that mad."
Yup, that's Tippi Hedren allright.
Wonder if this photograph was made before or after The Birds' freaky attack scene....and if that's THE script in her lap!
Earth Images Photo Gallery by Richard Weston
Malachite is a carbonate mineral that often results from weathering of copper ores found around limestones. Renowned for its vibrant green color, it was used as an artist’s pigment until around 1800 and has been mined for over 3,000 years at the so-called ’King Solomon’s Mines’ in Israel. Although the Greek root means ’bunch of grapes’, as an architect it always reminds me of the exquisite vaults of the Alhambra palace in Granada. To see more go to www.richardwestonstudio.com/images.html
Ed. Note: Malachite's Greek root means 'buncha grapes' 'cause the raw stone frequently resembles a pile of bubbles or (more vaguely) a buncha grapes. Illustrative illustrations:
Malachite is a carbonate mineral that often results from weathering of copper ores found around limestones. Renowned for its vibrant green color, it was used as an artist’s pigment until around 1800 and has been mined for over 3,000 years at the so-called ’King Solomon’s Mines’ in Israel. Although the Greek root means ’bunch of grapes’, as an architect it always reminds me of the exquisite vaults of the Alhambra palace in Granada. To see more go to www.richardwestonstudio.com/images.html
Ed. Note: Malachite's Greek root means 'buncha grapes' 'cause the raw stone frequently resembles a pile of bubbles or (more vaguely) a buncha grapes. Illustrative illustrations:
Silly old bear.
It's a wonderful image: hats off to th' photographer!
Sleeping on concrete isn't much fun unless you do it this way.
Dear Unca Steve.
Ta much for this, dear Zaxy!
Dear Edosan once said, "The whole world just stops whenever a horse rolls."
True dat, Mon.
When we were still riding, Mom and I took the dogs along when our lessons would be held outside. They quickly learned proper etiquette, but Ms K sure barked like hell the first time she saw us a-horseback.
"WTF are you doing, sitting up on top of those big ole hayburners?! Are you nuts?!" was her initial attitude. Ms K was a very logical dog, and this seemed too ridiculous for silence. Mom and I shushed her, and she watched intently and silently as we worked on the flat and over fences. She seemed satisfied that we actually knew what we were doing, and began grinning as the lesson progressed. Our riding never made her bark again.
The first time a horse began to roll in their presence, Ms K again let loose a stream of barking invective.
"WTF?! OMFG!" she said, over and over. The horse paused after he'd laid down, and as we shushed her he gave her a look which seemed to say pretty much what we were telling her:
"And WTF is your problem, Lady? You're a dog! Don't tell me you never roll!"
He then rolled and thrashed around in earnest, ignoring her, and she eventually quieted. Both dogs stared and stared, then he stood up and got down on his other side and rolled and thrashed about some more. He made his point. Rolling horses never made her bark again either. The two of them eventually seemed amused by it, at least as much as we.
They very quickly became used to being around horses and came to enjoy their company, and the horses liked them a lot - even those with shocking canine-related reputations.
The potential bond between horse and hound obviously goes far beyond breeds and breeding. Only one of the four breeds that went into the making of Ms K and A has any horsey history whatsoever. Despite this they soon began looking round happily and excitedly whenever they heard a television horse's whinny or nicker, and would all but slump back down into their beds when they realized they'd been duped.
Dear Edosan once said, "The whole world just stops whenever a horse rolls."
True dat, Mon.
When we were still riding, Mom and I took the dogs along when our lessons would be held outside. They quickly learned proper etiquette, but Ms K sure barked like hell the first time she saw us a-horseback.
"WTF are you doing, sitting up on top of those big ole hayburners?! Are you nuts?!" was her initial attitude. Ms K was a very logical dog, and this seemed too ridiculous for silence. Mom and I shushed her, and she watched intently and silently as we worked on the flat and over fences. She seemed satisfied that we actually knew what we were doing, and began grinning as the lesson progressed. Our riding never made her bark again.
The first time a horse began to roll in their presence, Ms K again let loose a stream of barking invective.
"WTF?! OMFG!" she said, over and over. The horse paused after he'd laid down, and as we shushed her he gave her a look which seemed to say pretty much what we were telling her:
"And WTF is your problem, Lady? You're a dog! Don't tell me you never roll!"
He then rolled and thrashed around in earnest, ignoring her, and she eventually quieted. Both dogs stared and stared, then he stood up and got down on his other side and rolled and thrashed about some more. He made his point. Rolling horses never made her bark again either. The two of them eventually seemed amused by it, at least as much as we.
They very quickly became used to being around horses and came to enjoy their company, and the horses liked them a lot - even those with shocking canine-related reputations.
The potential bond between horse and hound obviously goes far beyond breeds and breeding. Only one of the four breeds that went into the making of Ms K and A has any horsey history whatsoever. Despite this they soon began looking round happily and excitedly whenever they heard a television horse's whinny or nicker, and would all but slump back down into their beds when they realized they'd been duped.
Terroriers.
Snails are cool.
Tasty, too.
Tasty, too.
... Long live Dadaism in word and image! Long live the Dada events of this world! To be against this manifesto is to be a Dadaist!
Berlin, April 1918
Tristan Tzara, Franz Jung, George Grosz, Marcel Janco, Richard Hülsenbeck, Gerhard Preisz, Raoul Hausmann
unpretentious proclamation
by tristan tzara
8th april 1919
Berlin, April 1918
Tristan Tzara, Franz Jung, George Grosz, Marcel Janco, Richard Hülsenbeck, Gerhard Preisz, Raoul Hausmann
unpretentious proclamation
by tristan tzara
8th april 1919
drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooooooooollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
Blondes have more fun? How's that again? ;)
OM NOM NOM NOM NOM
That's a sexy tree.
Yes, trees can be sexy.
Yes, trees can be sexy.
pics of emo chicks = DO NOT WANT
Ithankyou.
Ithankyou.
This skull evokes much avarice within Your Humble Narrator; it's hyperdelic.
An Arkham Advertiser newspaper shot from the Annual Arkham Autumn Fashion Show.
Adorable photo but amaryllis are poisonous, which is what this plant is. Lilies are also toxic. Pet-proof your holiday plants!
Mexico: We Know Gothic; the Rest of You are Poseurs.
They are so cool I couldn't wait a year and a handful of days before posting 'em.
Yes, Sir!
Well done, Asheville, NC!
Happy Hallowe'en!
Banksy visits Alabama!
From the always-fabulous Spaceweather.com -
WEEKEND AURORAS: A solar wind stream hit Earth on August 9th sparking geomagnetic storms over Canada and at least two US states. "I got a call from Spaceweather PHONE alerting me to the situation," says Bob Johnson of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. "I took my camera to a dark sky site and snapped some awesome pictures." The meteor in this one is probably an early Perseid:
The display has subsided, but another flare-up is possible. The solar wind continues to blow and NOAA forecasters estimate a 20% chance of more geomagnetic activity in the next 24 hours.
This gallery is amazing!
WEEKEND AURORAS: A solar wind stream hit Earth on August 9th sparking geomagnetic storms over Canada and at least two US states. "I got a call from Spaceweather PHONE alerting me to the situation," says Bob Johnson of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. "I took my camera to a dark sky site and snapped some awesome pictures." The meteor in this one is probably an early Perseid:
The display has subsided, but another flare-up is possible. The solar wind continues to blow and NOAA forecasters estimate a 20% chance of more geomagnetic activity in the next 24 hours.
This gallery is amazing!
Mi beg ya, Natty Ratty, ya 'ol' dis a minute. H'it nah bun, so ya na gwan bun yaself. T'ank yu, Mon.
Gotta keep it beatin' for all the hoppin' cretins
52Joan rocks as hard as a Ramone.
52Joan rocks as hard as a Ramone.
You're a good man, Sister!
Ya trink hit all up, Mon!
Quick! What's 14 inches (35.56cm) long and blue? No, not you the last time you were turned down, silly boy!
It's a giraffe's tongue!
Here one is squirrelly applied.
It's a giraffe's tongue!
Here one is squirrelly applied.
Ye Gods, I love it when they roll!
A great game indeed.
So is "Nose-and-Follow-the-Cat." V amusing, esp mounted.
Not the fastest, but so what? It's got the meanest face and the sexiest lines. Look above the rear tyre/tire. That's a vestigial swoop.
Those are swoops. 1938 Talbot-Lago T150C; body by Figoni et Falaschi. Figoni was the Master of Swoopage (in his case, it's pronounced swoop-Ahj).
It's so refreshing, seeing a horse performing dressage who's not overbent. Granted, this horse's back is free of a clueless two-legged.
'Course it's really his Muse holding the leash, not t'other way round.
All creative folk know that.
He's here! He's here!
Santa Dog is here!
Santa Dog's a Jesus fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus fetus
Has no presents,
has no presence
in the future
in the future...
Ta much to dear MSiegel, one of the hippest SF residents.
Santa Dog is here!
Santa Dog's a Jesus fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus fetus
Santa Dog's a Jesus fetus
Has no presents,
has no presence
in the future
in the future...
Ta much to dear MSiegel, one of the hippest SF residents.
From The Dept of Irony:
Sorry pal, but you're SOL today.
Sorry pal, but you're SOL today.
I photographed the Monkees big time for teenybopper magazines in '67 and '68. Every day I would hang out at the TV studio while they filmed another episode of their show. I learned to hunker near the light stands to keep out of the way and watch through my lens until the moment would appear. Here is one of those moments: Frank Zappa is dressed as Mike Nesmith and Mike as Zappa with a wig and false nose. Some lighting man had just made a wisecrack and as I was already looking I was able to catch his instant reply.
Everyone knows that Mike has always been the hippest Monkee: vide Head, Repo Man, and th' above image.
There's a very odd assortment here, and these are two of my favo/urites.
Many thanks to dear Mariodornelas, who always sends me great stuff.
1937 Cadillac V16
The grand beast above is bespoke: Hartmann did the coachwork. The zillionaire playboy who bought the chassis told them to make it look as much like a (sigh) Figoni et Falaschi (drool) as poss.
No wonder I love it.
If Cadillac had consistently built cars as sexy as this, and continued to build 'em as sexy today I might almost be able to forgive them for killing Packard.
But noooooooooo.
Cadillac have done nothing stylistically daring since the 1980 Seville's derrire dropped off.
Yankistanis who now design cars attended overpriced "art" schools which are mere glorified high schools (where they did precious little more than grope vodka bottles and their fellow students). They have never looked through their grandfathers'/fathers'/uncles'/neighbors' collections of old car magazines, nor their local libraries' old car books. They completely lack vision, style, taste, class, and guts.
Wonder what Mr Earl's doing now.
He's probably playing bass and writing songs in an experimental/punk band that will take the world by storm and create a new musical genre.
This poor kid's mistaken for dick cheney all the time.
Poor dear Dave and Uncle Iggy!
Oh, look - it's dick cheney's swelled head.
Sure wish this fellow lived outside my window. He'd also make a great guardian for our garage - bastards have broken into it more than seven times during six weeks.
Happy as a pig in, um, her arms! Yeah! In her arms!
Exuberance? Frustration/lack of exercise?
All I know is he looks wonderful, and I'd try him.
Humans aren't completely stupid: dolphins taught us surfing.
I have moved more times than I care to think about, and I rarely bore a grin like this geezer's.
Plus a change, plus a mme chose, mes chers.
"Why, you big, dark, handsome brute! I ought to throw a Buick at you!"
-- From The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler
Ta much to dear Jasper1949
HHHIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
If public displays of affection make one a heathen, add me to the heathen list.
I danced with a mantis once. Can't recco it enough.
I was sitting on the back porch one night when the mantis appeared. It looked at me and swayed from side to side, so I swayed from side to side. It bounced up and down, so I did the same.
S/he evidently liked this, because s/he then ran up my arm, over my shoulder and up onto my head.
I sat there with the mantis on my head (maybe s/he also dug my Greek fisherman's cap? Who knows?) for a minute, and I then informed her/him I was going to go upstairs carefully to show her/him off to mom and her hubby.
I suited word to deed and sat on the edge of the bed for a couple minutes. All and sundry were pleased and amused. Then I announced I would go back downstairs and outside, and did so very carefully.
I sat back down on the porch with the mantis still on my head. After a few minutes s/he descended by the same route, and we had another little dance.
Then s/he was gone.
World's Oldest Camera Fetches $800,000
Saturday, May 26, 2007
VIENNA, Austria -- The world's oldest commercially produced camera - built in 1839 in the early days of photography - was auctioned off Saturday for nearly $800,000, an auction house said.
The camera, a Daguerreotype by Susse Freres of France, went to an anonymous online bidder for $792,333, which also makes it the world's most expensive camera, the Vienna gallery and auction house WestLicht said in a statement.
The camera, which was found in an attic in Germany by a professor, is made of soft wood and weighs between 11 and 13 pounds, WestLicht director Peter Coeln told Austrian radio. ...
Chief of the auction house Westlicht in Vienna Peter Coeln presents on Monday, May 14, 2007, what is considered by some experts to be the world's oldest commercially-produced camera, a Daguerreotype made by the Susse Freres of France. The camera was sold on Saturday, May 26, 2007, during a camera auction at Westlicht for 588.613 ($791.684,50). (AP Photo/Lilli Strauss)
Saturday, May 26, 2007
VIENNA, Austria -- The world's oldest commercially produced camera - built in 1839 in the early days of photography - was auctioned off Saturday for nearly $800,000, an auction house said.
The camera, a Daguerreotype by Susse Freres of France, went to an anonymous online bidder for $792,333, which also makes it the world's most expensive camera, the Vienna gallery and auction house WestLicht said in a statement.
The camera, which was found in an attic in Germany by a professor, is made of soft wood and weighs between 11 and 13 pounds, WestLicht director Peter Coeln told Austrian radio. ...
Chief of the auction house Westlicht in Vienna Peter Coeln presents on Monday, May 14, 2007, what is considered by some experts to be the world's oldest commercially-produced camera, a Daguerreotype made by the Susse Freres of France. The camera was sold on Saturday, May 26, 2007, during a camera auction at Westlicht for 588.613 ($791.684,50). (AP Photo/Lilli Strauss)
I ahem flat out refuse to wear any shoes with heels that are more than 1" (3.8 cm) high. My feet absolutely scream and my back aches right away.
Walking in them? HA! Facial bruising results, and that's just not attractive. Besides, I really like my nose the way it looks now thanks very much. I have no desire to break it.
I laugh at women tottering around in high heels: how can they run or hop a fence, let alone climb a tree?
Remember, girls - men used to wear high heels. Why do you think they stopped?
Full View of the Sierra Pelada Gold Mine
Brazil 1986
Long necklaces of tiny, bead-like men mining gold for making long necklaces of great golden beads
That sky looks like Lapis Lazuli.
{NB: Th' alliteration wasn't gratuitous until I came to 'Lazuli,' I swear.}
Many thanks to dear Edosan
"A gorgeous sleeping blob" indeed.
Many thanks to dear Edosan
Many thanks to dear Edosan
Kazakh with Hooded Eagle
Mongolia 2006
David Miller
Mongolia 2006
David Miller
Wonderful image, and...
...that is how you give a horse a goodie without giving him your finger(s) or thumb to munch on too.
Many thanks to dear Edosan
...that is how you give a horse a goodie without giving him your finger(s) or thumb to munch on too.
Many thanks to dear Edosan
Lurchers are The Best.
When they aren't doing this sort of thing
they are doing this sort of thing (which is most of the time)
When they aren't doing this sort of thing
they are doing this sort of thing (which is most of the time)
November 2006 Aurora Gallery
Breathtaking images - see below
and below f'rinstance.
From http://www.spaceweather.com/ - A solar wind stream is buffeting Earth's magnetic field, sparking beautiful Northern Lights over parts of Scandinavia, Canada and Alaska. High latitude sky watchers should remain alert for auroras on Nov. 11th and 12th.
Breathtaking images - see below
and below f'rinstance.
From http://www.spaceweather.com/ - A solar wind stream is buffeting Earth's magnetic field, sparking beautiful Northern Lights over parts of Scandinavia, Canada and Alaska. High latitude sky watchers should remain alert for auroras on Nov. 11th and 12th.
Well, it spelled shrimps and MSG correctly.
Ta much to dear MSiegel
Ta much to dear MSiegel
It's wonderful living in a society in which we can do such things with our water and our dogs.
Daisy Says: To Hell With Liechtenstein!
очень хорошо.
Marvel/lous gallery at a marvel/lous site. I'll try to use as few images as poss, but 'twon't be easy.
Many thanks to Fgviva for this one
Below pelican found here, among many other goodies.
Men may say they prefer blondes, but we all know they truly prefer redheads.
Well, then you shoulda henna'd it 'stead of bleachin' it, ladies.
With much gratitude to the ravishing, redheaded, refined WolfNChicClothng
Well, then you shoulda henna'd it 'stead of bleachin' it, ladies.
With much gratitude to the ravishing, redheaded, refined WolfNChicClothng
Wings
The Fall
Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.
HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust could not burn them up.
Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
But when I got back
The place I made the purchase no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.
Day by day
The moon came towards me.
By such things
The moon came towards me.
So now I sleep in ditches
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
Wings
The Fall
Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Day by day
The moon gains on me.
Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some HOVERING.
Here is a list of incorrect things.
HOVERED mid-air outside a study.
An academic kneaded his chin,
sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust could not burn them up.
Recruited some gremlins
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.
The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. Can turn time into space.
Ended up under Ardwick Bridge
With some veterans from the U.S. Civil War.
They were under Irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
but I got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.
But when I got back
The place I made the purchase no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.
Day by day
The moon came towards me.
By such things
The moon came towards me.
So now I sleep in ditches
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.
Wings
Good stuff, to quote Bunny Manders.
Wonderful sight/wonderful site!
The photographer owned the club where these pics were taken. 'Twas a long time ago: when dinosaurs walked the Earth.
It's all fun and games
until someone loses an eye!
Poor Dave. I shoulda been even more cruel to him: he mighta turned out a nicer guy. Instead, I helped him with his eyeliner. Tsk.
Tony was a good guy and he had a Wm S Burroughs t-shirt.
It's all fun and games
until someone loses an eye!
Poor Dave. I shoulda been even more cruel to him: he mighta turned out a nicer guy. Instead, I helped him with his eyeliner. Tsk.
Tony was a good guy and he had a Wm S Burroughs t-shirt.
An amusing photographic interpretation of the classic and well-loved Edward Gorey abecedarian The Gashlycrumb Tinies.
A runaway mule with a stubbornly great eye. Gorgeous blog.
Old friend - Dean Western - is scanning and emailing me old pics of critters I know or own.
This is Monty. He's an Arabian.
He was mom's favorite school horse for quite a while. She was getting him straightened around (advanced riders are often given green or clueless horses for lessons - we pay to train their horses) when he was no longer assigned to her.
That's how it goes when you ride other people's horses.
This is Monty. He's an Arabian.
He was mom's favorite school horse for quite a while. She was getting him straightened around (advanced riders are often given green or clueless horses for lessons - we pay to train their horses) when he was no longer assigned to her.
That's how it goes when you ride other people's horses.
Invariably breath-snatchingly gorgeous images.
The sun is quiet and auroras are scarce. The next best thing: false auroras. Michael Gavan photographed some luscious ice pillars (light reflecting off th' ice crystals in the air) 18 Feb 2006 in Kalamazoo-zoo-zoo, Michigan
Yousuf Karsh (December 23, 1908 - July 13, 2002) was born in Mardin, Turkey and became one of the world's most renowned portrait photographers.
At the age of 14, Karsh fled with his family to the safety of Syria to escape persecution after the Armenian Genocide six years earlier. Two years later, young Yousuf was sent to live with his uncle George Nakash, a photographer in Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada. Karsh attended school there briefly and assisted in his uncle's studio. Nakash saw great potential in his nephew and, in 1928, arranged for Karsh to apprentice with portrait photographer John Garo of Boston.
Karsh returned to Canada four years later, eager to make his mark. He established a studio on Sparks Street in Ottawa, close to Canada's seat of government. Eventually, the Canadian Prime Minister, Mackenzie King, discovered the yet unknown Karsh and took a liking to him. The Prime Minister arranged introductions for Karsh with visiting dignitaries, whom he convinced to sit for portraits. His work was attracting the attention of varied celebrities, but Karsh's own place in history was sealed in 1941 when Winston Churchill came to Ottawa.
The image of Churchill that he created then brought the photographer to international prominence, and is claimed to be the most reproduced photographic portrait in history. Of the 100 people named by the International Who's Who [2000] as the most notable people of the century, Karsh had photographed 51. Karsh himself was the only Canadian to make the list.
In 1967, he was made an Officer of the Order of Canada and in 1990 was promoted to Companion.
Karsh was a master in the use of studio lights. One of Karsh's distinctive practices was lighting the subject's hands separately. He photographed many of the great and celebrated personalities of his generation. Journalist George Perry wrote in London's Sunday Times that "when the famous start thinking of immortality, they call for Karsh of Ottawa."
Karsh had a gift for capturing the essence of his subject in the instant of his portrait. As Karsh wrote of his own work in Karsh Portfolio in 1967, "Within every man and woman a secret is hidden, and as a photographer it is my task to reveal it if I can. The revelation, if it comes at all, will come in a small fraction of a second with an unconscious gesture, a gleam of the eye, a brief lifting of the mask that all humans wear to conceal their innermost selves from the world. In that fleeting interval of opportunity the photographer must act or lose his prize."
Karsh said "My chief joy is to photograph the great in heart, in mind, and in spirit, whether they be famous or humble." His work is in the permanent collections of the National Gallery of Canada, New York's Museum of Modern Art and Metropolitan Museum of Art, George Eastman House International Museum of Photography and Film, Bibliothque nationale de France, the National Portrait Gallery in London, the National Portrait Gallery of Australia and many others. Library and Archives Canada holds his complete collection, including negatives, prints and documents. His photographic equipment was donated to Ottawa's Museum of Science and Technology.
Karsh published 15 books of his photographs, which include brief descriptions of the sessions, during which he would ask questions and talk with his subjects to relax them as he composed the portrait. Some famous subjects photographed by Karsh were Albert Einstein, Albert Schweitzer, Alexander Calder, Andy Warhol, Audrey Hepburn, Clark Gable, Dwight Eisenhower, Ernest Hemingway, Fidel Castro, Jacqueline Kennedy, Frank Lloyd Wright, General Pershing, George Bernard Shaw, Georgia O'Keeffe, Grey Owl, Helen Keller, Humphrey Bogart, Indira Gandhi, John F. Kennedy, Laurence Olivier, Madame Chiang Kai-Shek, Muhammad Ali, Pablo Casals, Pandit Nehru, Paul Robeson, Peter Lorre, Picasso, Pierre Elliott Trudeau, Princess Elizabeth, Princess Grace, Prince Rainier of Monaco, Robert Frost, Ruth Draper, and, arguably his most famous portrait subject, Winston Churchill.
The story is often told of how Karsh created his famous portrait of Churchill during the early years of World War II. Churchill, the British prime minister, had just addressed the Canadian Parliament and Karsh was there to record one of the century's great leaders. "He was in no mood for portraiture and two minutes were all that he would allow me as he passed from the House of Commons chamber to an anteroom," Karsh wrote in Faces of Our Time. "Two niggardly minutes in which I must try to put on film a man who had already written or inspired a library of books, baffled all his biographers, filled the world with his fame, and me, on this occasion, with dread....."
Man Ray (1895-1976) is undoubtedly one of the most noteworthy artists of the 20th century. His idiosyncratic style and experimentation in the spirit of the time resulted in a broad range of expression, from black-and-white photographs to sculptural objects. Moderna Museet is featuring a selection of works by this legendary surrealist, including photo-based work, fashion photography, portraits and enigmatic objects. Man Ray's explorations of the body and composition reveal a remarkably contemporary approach.
The photographer Man Ray discovered new techniques in the darkroom. He created abstract compositions using everyday objects and transparent materials which he placed on photo paper and exposed to light. He then developed and fixated the images to produce many of the abstract compositions for which he is famous. Meret Oppenheim was one of the artists Man Ray portrayed. The two artists have many common traits, and Moderna Museet is showing her works in a parallel exhibition.
During the Second World War, Man Ray left Paris and returned to the USA. His longing for the French city, and his regrets about having to leave his work behind urged him to create a collection of photographs called The Objects of My Affection. These works are now incorporated in the Moderna Museet collection.
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This is one of the finest experiences one can have with a horse.
Besides, fallin' off a horse into the sea ain't normally as bruising to the bum (and ego - same thing anyway). :)
Thanks to dear Tigana!
Nijkolai Druzhba - Friendship
Stolen from dear Saline because the doggy looks a lot like one of my doggies!
"My personal favorite is the Oiran Dochu courtesan procession that you see above.
Only the oiran, an elite courtesan, was permitted to hold a courtesan procession during the old days of the Yoshiwara licensed quarters. She is dressed in her finest and escorted by a good number of people, including these two young attendants in front of her called "kamuro." In the old days, the kamuro were about 7 or 8 years old and sold into a brothel to assist the courtesan and learn the trade."
She walks in a very slow and stylized way, her feet taking figure-8 steps. She needs the man's shoulder to steady herself.
Her shoes!
From http://www.usagiyojimbo.com/other/stories/courtesan.html : "The yearly courtesan procession was a sight to behold. The oiran, with her retinue, made an appearance in her finest gowns, on foot-high, black-lacquered clogs called mitsuba-no-kuro-nuri-geta. Her costume was so voluminous and heavy (fifty pounds or more) that she had to be assisted by one or two wakaimono - male servants of a brothel - on whose shoulders she could lean. Her skirts were tied up for easier walking, allowing spectators a view of her bare, white feet. Folded paper peeked out of her collar to be used as a handkerchief. J.E. Becker, in The Nightless City, writes: "The sight of a lovely and bewitching yujo clad in rich silk brocades glittering with gold and polychromatic tints: of her wonderful pyramidal coiffure ornamented with numerous tortoise-shell and coral hairpins so closely thrust together as to suggest a halo of light encircling her head; and her stately graceful movements as she swept slowly and majestically through the Nako-no-cho, must indeed have appeared magnificent and awe-inspiring to the uninitiated."
The oiran was a courtesan of high status. The term was supposedly derived from "oira no ane" or "my elder sister," a term of respect used by apprentice courtesans in the Yoshiwara pleasure district of Edo.
The oiran should not be confused with the geisha ("art person"), who were women skilled in dancing, singing, playing musical instruments, and conversation. The geisha still exist, but the oiran, as portrayed in period movies and art, have all but disappeared.
There are still processions, however. The Bunsui Oiran Dochu in Nishikanbara, Niigata Prefecture, is celebrated usually the third Sunday in April. The Senteisai Matsuri at Shimonoseki, Yamaguchi Prefecture, dates back to the times when court ladies became widows of husbands lost in wars and became courtesans. In sympathy, women don the ceremonial attire to honor them."
No, this has nothing to do with that {oudgui, omhei} movie.
I'd been meaning to post images of Geisha and Maiko for ages. I learned about Oiran, of whom I knew nothing as a bonus.
Not all of these images come from the above site, ya heah?
Oiran courtesan
I'd been meaning to post images of Geisha and Maiko for ages. I learned about Oiran, of whom I knew nothing as a bonus.
Not all of these images come from the above site, ya heah?
Oiran courtesan
Thanks, Tigana!
I'll have to show this pic to my mom's bf - he's a roofer who specialises in slate and tile!
Boovon tolgoi.
Gorgeous images
What a great Bull Terrier! Thanks, Zaxy!
I may be biased, but I do love redheads of many species. :)
Thanks to dear Zaxy
Nicked from dear Bhima
Fabulous - but don't forget yr dramamine!
Merci a cher Grayem
Merci a cher Grayem
This is wonderful stuff. The bouncy Airedale's his pic.
So are these......
So are these......
Fuzzy bunny!
Well done, Zaxy! I'd been missing the late Albert Einstein Salz und Pfeffer Haasenpfeffer, our bunny who passed away three Thanksgivings ago.
Makes me feel warm and cold simultaneously, like after the warmup - 10 mins of strong working trot - during a winter's riding lesson in a freezing arena.
Thanks again, Zaxy!
Thanks again, Zaxy!
"Beautiful, haunting photos" indeed! Many thanks to dear RussellB
Gorgeous, indeed, dear Zaxy!
Luscious! Thanks EN, er RussellB!
I stole this from Patniche. Zaxy sent me a link to another boid on this page earlier.
The image drove me to find more Kestrels.
European Kestrel
The image drove me to find more Kestrels.
European Kestrel
Zaxy sent me this, bless her.
What a luscious place! Great for a gallop.
What a luscious place! Great for a gallop.
I'm with nartman on this one. I just hope s/he didn't smoke it all by themselves. ;)
Thanks to dear RussellB!!
Mmmmmmmm delicious Snowdonia!
Mind the beagles and men in hobnail boots and hairy socks.
Thanks again to Zaxy, who musta known about the jarring image RussellB sent me.
My aesthetic senses are almost recovered now.
Mind the beagles and men in hobnail boots and hairy socks.
Thanks again to Zaxy, who musta known about the jarring image RussellB sent me.
My aesthetic senses are almost recovered now.
Thanks to HappySquirrel for finding this, and to Zaxy for sending it to me!
Brilliant artist. I'd been thinking about her - thanks for pickin' up on it, RussellB (who's posing as EN)!
Thanks, nutmeg. A fascinating look at how a type of virus is put on the collective biocomputer.
If it walks like a genius, talks like a genius, shoots film like a genius, then it must be Weegee.
Stolen from paken
Gawjus! Many thanks to Silentlucidty!
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww kittens!
Found in StumbleBuzz, thanks to andre2004
Found in StumbleBuzz, thanks to andre2004
I will never be jaded. :)
"...innocence of eye has a quality of its own. It means to see as a child sees, with freshness and acknowledgment of the wonder; it also means to see as an adult sees who has gone full circle and once again sees as a child - with freshness and an even deeper sense of wonder." - Minor White
"...innocence of eye has a quality of its own. It means to see as a child sees, with freshness and acknowledgment of the wonder; it also means to see as an adult sees who has gone full circle and once again sees as a child - with freshness and an even deeper sense of wonder." - Minor White
Minor White's photography at a very useful site. Avoid the link to the Masters of Photography site - you'll just get a nasty flash ad.
Stumble #3000. My goodness.
Stumble #3000. My goodness.
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Some nice images of Makybe Diva, and links to pics of many other greats of racing.
Tee hee!
Thanks to rxreed!
Thanks to rxreed!
Our Lurcher grins like this at times.
She pretended to beg to be let out, but she really wanted a treat. I called her a liar, and she grinned like that. She did it again the last time I did my Really Bad Opera Singer imitation. :)
Gleefully pinched from dear SaveFerris.
She pretended to beg to be let out, but she really wanted a treat. I called her a liar, and she grinned like that. She did it again the last time I did my Really Bad Opera Singer imitation. :)
Gleefully pinched from dear SaveFerris.
Silentlucidty sent me this lovely image, and I thank her profusely!
Blissfully stolen from dear SaveFerris
"...Kalashnikovs but no houses..."
Molto grazie, InfinityGuy. A perfect fit.
Molto grazie, InfinityGuy. A perfect fit.
Gorgeous!
Thanks to dear Saline.
Thanks to dear Saline.
Nice images - and he sells igils!
Fascinating, Captain!
Velcro was created by a Dutch bloke (if memory serveth) who was plucking burdock burrs from his dog's coat. He looked at the burrs under magnification and got "Eureka!"'d.
Pinched from Johny-D
Velcro was created by a Dutch bloke (if memory serveth) who was plucking burdock burrs from his dog's coat. He looked at the burrs under magnification and got "Eureka!"'d.
Pinched from Johny-D
Fortunately, we now have far more civilised - not to mention safe - ways of convincing horses to carry us.
Wonderful images.
Thanks, Stanlee!
Thanks, Stanlee!
What an eye on this one!!!
Gorgeous!
Gorgeous!
Tremendously cool site! Fellow photo, map and/or travel addicts will wander here for ages.
Wonderful to see a photographer who more than lives up to the subject matter.
Great images with smartarse remarks.
From the page: "This is an ad for METACAM. It's a veterinary product that enables cats to catch frisbees in mid-air."
:D
[NB: Metacam helped our geriatric dog get around much better, but no one's taken a fancy to frisbees...]
From the page: "This is an ad for METACAM. It's a veterinary product that enables cats to catch frisbees in mid-air."
:D
[NB: Metacam helped our geriatric dog get around much better, but no one's taken a fancy to frisbees...]
Wonderful images from round the world
The best views in the world always include the horse's ears in your line of vison.
What's not to love?!
Gorgeous stuff! I've always longed to shoot infrared
Marvellous portrait of Lorre by one of the Great Masters of photography.
Great site - many wonderful images, but I can't photoblog 'em.
Great for providing a sense of perspective!
Riding is the art of keeping a horse between oneself and the ground; unfortunately one is not always successful.
After you. I insist!
After you. I insist!
breathtaking