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I couldn't actually get a shot of the "scarier" composition, which was them all flying right at me. I stood right next to my truck, which I hastily pulled over to the side of the road when I saw the waxwings descending. What a sound!
Undoubtedly a particular Hitchcock film comes to mind - *The Birds (1963) - but there is something else about the picture that makes me think of AH's work. I think it is the classic serifed font on what is an old sign. The turbulent sea as a defocused background also helps - Lifeboat (1944).
*Of course the original novelette by Daphne du Maurier was set in Cornwall but that's another story...
After caving in to demands of sheep breeders (even though sheep never played any major role in stock breeding in Slovenia, which is OTOH proudly boasting about "preserving" its uniquely diverse environment) and approving killing off more than a half of brown bear and wolf population, the Ministry of Environment is now approving more-or-less unlimited hunting of grey crows to please the farmers.
Crows are allegedly responsible for huge losses of crop and (also allegedly) "decimating the population of other birds" (the latter most likely claimed just to hush the environmentalists) - though no major study was actually done about it and in spite of EU directives about protecting all bird species.
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Well, crows certainly aren't my favourite birds either - and yes, they are omnivorous and sometimes hunt smaller birds and steal their eggs - but fer cryin' out loud, that's no reason to exterminate them (and destroy the natural balance again in a new way)!
If you want to protect smaller birds, stop destroying their habitats, chopping down old, hollow trees and poisoning them with pesticides and herbicides. Rather start feeding them in winter, provide them with nesting birdhouses and plant a new hedge or a tree in your backyard, instead of those you chopped down to make a parking lot for your new car.
As far as the farmers are concerned - better start worrying about the urban sprawl that turns your farming land into suburbs at alarming rate. Not to mention climate changes (that cattle breeders also contribute quite a lot to). Last year's hail storms destroyed the crop more completely that any birds - even in hitchcockian quantities - could ever do.
Why don't you install those bloody nets - they'll keep out the hail as well as birds. If the crows won't get so much free food, their population will go down by itself and stabilise at a new natural balance.
Plus first and foremost - stop growing those genetically modified plants, containing toxins that not only make people, birds and livestock sick and sterile, but also demand that you use herbicides to fight weeds, instead of mowing etc. etc.
Fer goodness sake, start living with the land, instead of fighting it all the time!
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Better large
and I do mean that in a hitchcockian way
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Brooding birds roosting, awaiting the coming zombie apocalypse. Ever so often, they all, simultaneously turn to look at approaching joggers on the seawall (who pass, oblivious to the dark looks cast their way).
I swear its true, check them out at Liliendaal just before sunset, when the place gets just a little too dark for passing victims to see the malice burning in their eyes.
Thought this horrible picture of a flock of birds would be a good texture for layer. Hitchcockian? - See www.flickr.com/photos/dg_pics/2526331922/in/photostream/
is an element of a Hitchcockian film...
I've always hated my grandmother's basement, ever to this day. It's so scary to go down there when it's pitch black. AYE! I always feel like something is going to grab me! =,(
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Official website for "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Kills You": yntsky.com
"You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Kills You" is a Hip Hop thriller Executive Produced by Spike Lee and written and directed by his protégé Michael A. Pinckney. "You're Nobody 'Til Somebody Kills You" is an action packed and gritty story of two New York City homicide detectives that are forced into the high-stakes world of the hip hop industry. A complex web of murder, sex, money and music unfolds as the homicide detectives track a serial killer with an appetite for some of hip hop's biggest stars. Detective Charles Johnson, a twenty-seven year veteran of the New York City Police force, is on the heels of retirement when a killer strikes. The murders are not random acts of violence however; they're by the hands of a serial killer whose victims happen to be some of the Rap industry's biggest stars. In an effort to catch the killer, Joseph Francelli, a young and hip detective from the special divisions unit is brought onto the case to assist Detective Johnson in protecting Manchild, a rising star, struggling with the decline of hip hop, causing him to re-evaluate his life. The film concludes with the detectives bringing the killer to justice in this urban thriller with an unexpected twist at the end, in true Hitchcockian grandeur.
Taken in the park on my lunchbreak. The tree was full of birds, silhouetted against the sky, which at first glance looked a bit Hitchcockian and sinister until I realised they were pigeons. Hehe...even the horror Master, Stephen King, couldn't make pigeons scary! :)
Two of them flapped off as I pressed the shutter and a few seconds later the tree was empty.
1. Kransekake (crown cake), 2. Pretty pretty dolls, 3. Christmas in Bergen, 4. Buon Natale, 5. God Jul - Merry Christmas!, 6. The entrance to annual Christmas market in Oslo, 7. Things to or not to buy, 8. Jul lys 26 12 2006 (24), 9. Welcome to Bergen, Norway, you seafarer.., 10. Red and blue, 11. Tree at dawn, 12. Christmas market, Oslo, 13. Jule lys
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None of the above photographs are my own, they were wonderful discoveries I recently made while looking to see how people in other countries celebrate Christmas. Please respect the rights of the photographers who took them, and follow the links to view the rest of their photostream---kudos to them for fantastic shots! I am always so grateful to photographers who allow us to enjoy the beauty around the world
Two images from a self set project investigating the relationship between female Hitchcockian figures and Greek mythology. Hand drawn and collage.
The local starlings create this Hitchcockian scene on a regular basis in a nearby tree a short distance from our home in Buxton.
Literally thousands and thousands of crows coming in to roost for the evening. All the treetops are full of them. They blanketed the ground in places, and the air was teeming with crows.
13 NOV 14
Winter keeps getting better and better. Excited that Thanksgiving is at my house this year and if you can't seem to somehow figure it out, I LOVE TO COOK and this is the Olympics of cooking! 7 hour dessert cooking marathon last year anyone, yes!!! Then right after Thanksgiving comes my birthday roadtrip with one of my favorite people in the world and fellow foodie. Then there are a couple of photoshoots I am really excited to do. Then Christmas party with a deeper meaning. We all lost our friend this year, his mothers only child, so we are throwing a party in his honor to help his mom and us cope because its been hitting us hard, but we plan to make it a fun affair like his memorial party. Then comes real Christmas with my brother and sister in law coming down with the added bonus of we're throwing her a baby shower, and next to cooking, I love to decorate and throw fantastic parties, so yeah, can't wait. Then I'm taking their maternity photos. New years, don't quite have plans yet, but every year I say I'm going to see fireworks, I'm going, this is the year, but then I'm like, meh, traffic, rain, drunk people on the streets, and I end up curling up with friends and a movie or doing something more low key.
Eeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
Born in Leytonstone,Essex,England,the legendary film director Sir Alfred Hitchcock,commonly referred to as the Master of Suspense.He directed over 50 feature films,often appearing in cameos,in a career that spanned over sixty years. (Aug 13th 1899 - Apr 29,1980) Watercolour
What is the collective noun for a collection of crows?
A murder of crows?
A parliament of crows?
A mob of crows?
A building of crows? Or of rooks?
I love "an unkindness of ravens" (having seen the ones in Greenland)
and "a clattering of jackdaws"
Why is it a merry go round playing old songs makes me feel like I`m in a spy film?
Shortly after it proceeded to play the hits of Abba,which didn`t seem very German for the German themed market.
So this morning I noticed the above photo had gotten a bunch of hits and I tracked it back to the Portugese Version of The Flickr Blog, which surprisingly features different stuff then the English version of the Flickr Blog.
Here's the link to the Portugese Flickr Blog: blog.flickr.net/pt/2009/03/02/janela-indiscreta/
The basic translation is:
Title: Indiscreet Window
Text:
During times of Big Brother, voyerism dominates honorable prime-time TV and gains a direct, sympathetic audience, watching through a camera like pay-per-view. Exactly so, we prefer the hitchcockian inspiration of windows that are partly shaded from view in an urban silhouette.
Here's the link to the original photo: www.flickr.com/photos/mmoreno/2888383530/
I think this might be the woman I previously photographed at the Serpentine (here and here).
I was trying to get an interesting photo or two around Marble Arch, with the long shadows from the low winter sun, when she appeared beside the Arch itself, with a cloud of pigeons around her, running into the hundreds. I took a few snaps as she walked across the plaza then started photographing the birds themselves, as they'd arranged themselves around the steps in a fantastically Hitchcockian fashion.
At this point, however, this gentleman wandered into shot and began remonstrating with me for not asking her permission to photograph her.
Now, call me callous, but I feel that one gives up any realistic right to privacy at around the point one's behaviour drives others from public spaces, and I'd watched half a dozen people get up and leave the benches behind her as soon as she started to approach.
So I stopped shooting her and wandered off to take a few more general shots of the area. At which point the guy abandoned his stuff to come over and yell some choice abuse before squaring up for a fight. I made myself scarce while he screamed after me that I was a filthy parasite and a coward... I prefer "pragmatist" to be honest.