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The whole family is playing games in front of a New Year's Eve sunset, while dad takes pictures.
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This session of photos almost cost me my toes. That picture is my favorite amongst the new ones. Deciding to go home and defrost my limbs I said this tree looked just as good from this direction as from the other. So picked up my camera and shot the picture. That's what I call luck. I'm open to criticism.
I've been explored. Or at least this picture has been. I thank you all for your comments, invitations and choosing this shot as your favourite.
Leek Rabbit has been quite busy since you saw him last. Happy Easter to all my flickr friends and family
working on getting a better variety of family shots lately and I think I got some good ones today. I could just play with a newborn on a beanbag for hours, but I'm challenging myself to try some new stuff off of the bag. I know if I'm about to cry when taking them... that the parents are sure to love them :0)
Late afternoon family walk in the dog park. It seems like with everybody but the dog!
I never used to put people in my photos, but got inspired recently by a couple of photographers that I follow. I like the way it adds scale and purpose to certain shots.
A family having some fun at the famous Haystack Rock at Cannon Beach Oregon.
I hope you all enjoy the view. :-)
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Before you read this, you must set aside your “woke” sensibilities of parenting in the year 2019. Continue on if you are willing see through a pair of 1980's lenses—You know, the ones that you wore in shop class: big, thick, fingerprint-smudged, and rigid yet rubbery--strapped on with wide elastic headbands, like oversized swimming goggles.
The Family Drive, 1980-Something
Growing up, I preferred riding in the car with one parent at a time. Together, Ellen and Gene were united but, divided, they were conquerable, so getting them on their own was a win. My father and I vibed over a shared love of music--we'd listen to Sunday Brunch with the Beatles or Syd Mark's Saturday Nights with Sinatra and, on more than one occasion, we gave Carly Simon and James Taylor a run for their money with our rendition of "Mockingbird." To this day, the lyrics make me smile:
"Everybody have you heard?
He's gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing
He's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
He's gonna surely break this heart of mine"
What we lacked in any discernible talent, we made up for in enthusiasm and volume.
My mother was a different story altogether. On a sunny day, she could charm the gold away from a pirate, but when the thunder clouds rolled in, her emotional ship would thrash in the storm of her impassioned tides. My job was to steady the ballast of her feelings (but I was inept). She was happiest imparting her wisdom and believing I was internalizing her advice. Some of her pearls of sagacity included classics such as, "See the old, bald man in the convertible Porsche? He drives it because he has a small penis, and he's compensating for his shortcomings" and "Be nicer to your sister; you might need a kidney one day."
On the days when I would point out the flaws in her guidance, I became a trapped audience of one for her tried and true monologue, delivered in a near-hysterical tone, usually reserved for parents screaming for help as their toddler is pulled from their loving arms and dragged out to sea in a Jersey-Shore riptide. Her introductory topics ranged from my bad grades, to my bad behavior, to my bad attitude. Sometimes the word "bad" would be substituted with "ungrateful."
The weekend crush of sports necessitated that the entire family had to carpool to the swim club, horse show, or little league field as one demented posse. No matter the size of the car, my siblings and I felt squished, and when the doors slammed shut, we all entered the fray, and and fighting for backseat real estate became a varsity sport. Boundaries were established. Earnest arbitrations often began with this starting point: “If you cross this line, I get to punch you!" The seams of the seats were the non-negotiable borders, and due to my parents' erratic driving, lots of sibling punches were thrown and received, and enduring a proper "dead arm" without wincing meant you were tough.
The driving was erratic because my mother was a huge fan of Early Times Whisky (going so far as to name my sister's pony after her favorite beverage because the little mare had the same warm brown color as the spirit), and my father had one weapon in his behavior modification arsenal: a slight turn of his head, then a loop of his arm up and over the headrest in striking distance, and a backhand for anyone in arm's reach. It didn't really hurt since he never achieved momentum, but the twin smirks plastered on the faces of the unscathed siblings left each of us with wounded pride on more than one journey.
There is a particular drive that stands out as memorable. It was 1980-something and, to be sure, all the familiar chaos reigned supreme. We were trapped in auditory hell, listening to my mother's favorite non-musical station: KYW/News Radio/ 1060 AM. The station was notorious for static, and they tried (unsuccessfully) to cover the broadcast problems with pre-taped sounds of frantic keyboard tapping and a ticking clock. KYW gave the time and weather every six minutes.
Every six minutes.
Every. Six. Minutes.
Every six f*cking minutes.
So um, yeah, I found it a bit grating.
Julie, my sister, was going through a particularly obnoxious phase and would proclaim she was always tired. When my parents asked her why she was listless since she went to bed at a reasonable hour; she claimed she hadn't been sleeping at night because she was going to visit her "real" family (imaginary, I presume), and they were much nicer than her fake family (us). She was seven and lacked the necessary cynicism to smother the tantalizing smolder of hope for a normal family with the extinguishing ashes of the DNA truth of our fractious filation. My brother, Danny and I, shared a rare moment of unity at Julie's audacity to wish herself away from us! As the youngest and smallest, Julie was stuck in the middle of the second row bench seat, and with the precision of synchronized swimmers, both Danny and I each grabbed a lock of her long chestnut hair and pulled. Julie emitted an outraged shriek that should have shattered the car windows but, instead, shattered my father's last nerve. He sprung into action, letting go of the wheel and going for broke, utilizing the rare TWO-handed, over the seat,
whack- the-child maneuver, and instead of landing on Danny or me, he got Julie ... on both knees. Karmic retribution? I'm not sure ... but I'm sure ... if you know what I mean.
Oh, the outrage and tears flowed like volcanic hate lava.
Five years after this particular ride, Danny turned 16 and got his license, two years behind Danny—--so did I, and Julie did the same when she came of age. Family drives went the way of rubik's cubes, leg warmers, and flipped up collars, and we were grateful.
My family and I went out on the beach one evening right at sunset. I set up my tripod and used the timer on the camera to get this photo of everyone just relaxing and enjoying our time on Ft Walton Beach. Relaxing really doesn't begin to describe sitting on the beach, listening to the waves, and watching the sun slowly fade into the horizon...
Camera - Nikon D5000
ISO – 1600
Aperture – f/4.0
Exposure – 1 second
Focal Length – 26mm
Camera was fired using the timed release function built into my Nikon D5000.
truly the beauty of Humanity...is considering all the poor common people as a family...who equally deserves to inherit Earth...to be protected as a blessing from God in Heaven...
One more of this swan family, now a bit nearer than the other ones..then I might send photos of something else too! :O)
Friends and family from our 2011 summer vacation in New Buffalo, Michigan. The house we rent is on the wondrous shores of Lake Michigan.
Another entry for the MOCAthalon, for the category "illustration" which required me to build a scene from a book. I chose Swiss Family Robinson because of how much I love the books, and this scene presented me with an opportunity to try something new. I really enjoyed it, though it was really strenuous and tedious. All in all, I am pleased with the result.
SOLI DEO GLORIA!
A family of tourists that goes out from a Bulguksa Temple
Famiglia di turisti
Una famiglia di turisti che esce dal tempio Bulguksa
A family shot I took on Karon Beach Thailand. Set the timer on the camera, and jumped out front with the girls for this one.
“The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.”
― Paulo Coelho
Mom appears to be tired from taking care of this big family of burrowing owls.
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Just one family ... or more families living together on the trunk of a tree?
The fungi-world is so fascinating ;-))
I wanted to do this since long, not my original idea though.....saw people do it on flickr and wanted to try my version. I feel that every family deserves a good portrait on their living room wall. I have already ordered an enlargement 20 inch x 16 inch for my living room.....:-))
1 x Bowen with softbox on camera right (90 degrees) with 1/4 power
1 x Bowen with grid on camera left a bit behind and above the subjects
Note: It is a composite with each picture taken under this light setup.
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This is my parent's backyard, which as you can see, has an old barn! It's leaning and seems to be losing it's battle with gravity.
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Another one from that series taken a while ago. Just went through the archive and found this gem.
Camera: Sony Alpha 850
Lens: Tamron SP 70-200mm ƒ/2.8
Quebec Nature ...................................Canada .
Our Daily Challenge - Family
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