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« Reply #60 on: June 6, 2009, 2:39 PM » |
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Hi everyone! A smashing shot from Julie for PotD, such cute little balls of fluff.
I'm happy to say it's throwing the rain down here. I'd rather that than the spitty stuff we had earlier on and the garden does need it. Perhaps a couple of days of this will do the job then we can get back to our lovely summer weather again!
See you later.
David
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"That's alright, I still have my guitar" J. M. Hendrix
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« Reply #61 on: June 6, 2009, 2:57 PM » |
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Many Happy Returns redfire! Enjoy the day! |
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Photographers should never fall out over a small TIFF.
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« Reply #63 on: June 6, 2009, 3:22 PM » |
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A friend sent me this by email it gave me a good chuckle 
THE BOTTLE OF WINE
For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married, or wish you weren't married, this is something to smile about the next time you see a bottle of wine:
Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road.
As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.
With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.
Resuming the journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally.
'What in bag?' asked the old woman.
Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, 'It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband.'
The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said:
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« Reply #64 on: June 6, 2009, 3:35 PM » |
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Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality which represent his fundamental view of man's nature. So now you know!
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« Reply #65 on: June 6, 2009, 3:55 PM » |
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« Reply #67 on: June 7, 2009, 9:10 AM » |
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« Reply #68 on: June 7, 2009, 10:56 AM » |
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The use of symmetry and bleaching create a different style POTD today. With the whites burnt out of detail in the reflections, the wet look is greatly enhanced.
Dumblander: Someone from Dumbland – a fictitious country full of idiots. You can substitute the real country of your choice.
There were these three guys, an American, an Brit, and a Dumblander. While living in Mexico, they got caught selling drugs.
In Mexico, the penalty for this is a hanging in a tree that overlooks the Rio Grande. This way, all they do is cut the rope after the hanging and the bodies go floating down to the ocean.
When the American was put up in the tree, the knot slipped, and he fell into the Rio Grande, free.
The Brit was up next, and he was so dirty and greasy and he slipped through the noose. After he fell, he too swam his way to freedom.
The Dumblander stood up and said, "Hey guys, you better tie the rope better for me, cause I can't swim!"
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« Reply #69 on: June 8, 2009, 4:01 PM » |
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I see no evidence of "bleaching" or "burnt out" reflections. There simply was no detail to register in the image. In fact there is a bit of detail in the sky, albeit low-contrast detail that wouldn't register as such, and the sky is brighter than the reflections. I also see detail in the breaking waves on either side of the pier and they are whiter yet.
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