Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Groundhog family
During my one month in the woods of Quebec, I got to know a family of groundhogs, who were living under the log pile by my trailer. Day first I thought that there is one just by accident, but every time, especially in the mornings, when I was quiet for a long time and I stepped outside and started sneaking towards the log pile, I could see several fur balls doing their things around it. They were very cute and very tiny and quite bold I must say. During the course of time I got to take lots of photos about them, now I am presenting the best of. Usually they are our on their own, or there was just one bolder one who stayed out longer and allowed me to sneak closer with my telephoto lens. Thanks Canon for it. On the last photo you can see four babies, there were five of them and add the mother, who you can see on the second and on the fifth photo squealing for letting the babies know that there is a stranger (me) outside, so take a hike boys and girls. Their teeth can crack wood like a piece of cake. Sometimes I spent just ten minutes looking face to face with one of these cute balls, so that my feet died....Power of animals is so deep. Hope that seeing these photos makes you feel grand emotions.
More about these lovely creatures HERE.
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More about these lovely creatures HERE.
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Friday, October 28, 2011
Sunset
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wasaga Beach
Wasaga Beach is a town in Simcoe County, Ontario, Canada. It is a popular four-season tourist destination situated on Nottawasaga Bay at the southern end of Georgian Bay approximately two hours north of Toronto, and abuts, to the west, the town of Collingwood. Wasaga Beach is situated in and around 14 kilometres of white sandy beach on Nottawasaga Bay and the winding Nottawasaga River.
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Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Mennonite cinnamon buns
This how a real cinnamon bun making looks like, done by real craftswomen - mennonite women. These are the fastest made, most delicious and huge buns ever. They do not hold back while using cinnamon, butter and dough while making these buns and sure they are not holding back, while using icing for decorating the buns. Yummy!
In what you are good at?
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In what you are good at?
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Tigutorn
While living amongst skyscrapers you really do not notice them, as this all seems normal, but if you live in a town, where you see one unique skyscraper and changing seasons, then of course you will notice it and.....er, take lots of photos about it. That wouldn't be the last photo of famous Tigutorn.
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Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Lightning
I have always liked the idea of possibility to take photos of a lightning. It almost seems like an impossible task. Well, I managed to capture few bursts on this August. I think this is the best shot. Like always in photography, the right moment is the most important thing....and of course having a camera there when this something happens. All those things were taken care of, but I really needed a tripod, but on that dark field there were only some hundred year old fences, onto what I could lean camera and myself, but they obviously worked out just fine. I took approximately twenty 30 second exposures, few are good enough to share, but this double lightning is excellent IMHO.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011
Summer flashback vol. 1
I think I have realized that summer is finally over. Fall has hit us. Rain, wind, low temperatures. But boy, whatta summer it was - E X C E L L E N T! The warmest, the longest, the chillest, the...EST!
I will try to look back on summer on my photos and let's see how it would look like.
Thursday's are fish days in Estonia.
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I will try to look back on summer on my photos and let's see how it would look like.
Thursday's are fish days in Estonia.
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
New York City landmarks
All of these photos have been presented here previously, but from a different angle or even as black on white. But never can get enough of such. These are the last from my USA series. Should go back and get new and interesting shots. That is very impressive that so many wonderful building from so many amazing architects have been built in one city. It is architecture lovers paradise!
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Monday, October 17, 2011
Kontrast on kahe tugevasti erineva omaduse kõrvutamine
Some self-advertisement.
After years of hard work trying to get mine and Kadri's photos to an Estonian photography magazine, it finally happened and the photos were published in POSITIIV. These photos you can see are all taken in Pärnu, a summer town where we hang out together with our cameras. We take b&w photos of town's architecture, people, things and each other. It is our way. Kuime way. Check out the blog here: http://kuime.blogspot.com
P.s. Majority of these photographs and tons of other b&w stuff can be found at http://pimik.blogspot.com
If you have any questions about the article/photos, then please leave a comment or contact me directly.
P.s. Majority of these photographs and tons of other b&w stuff can be found at http://pimik.blogspot.com
If you have any questions about the article/photos, then please leave a comment or contact me directly.
ELAGU KUIME!
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
Baltic Deli
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
182.62 days
Simple Things (1957)
I turn to simple things,
I incline to simple goodness ……………
From the far off light of eternal stars
flows a stream of tenderness
The sea soughs and engulfs the fire
of a crooked juniper stump.
Through the night, through the night, one and all
sense the rolling of the waves!
To lie in the dew of the grass and to feel
the land alive, fragile.
Listen my friend, to the song of childhood,
homely as a cowbell.
Look, how beautifully the pear tree grows,
The one that father planted,
in the ravaged green garden, in the derelict home…..
Nearby, a late flower
like a single tear of emotion
sways and wilts in the wind.
In Autumn I listen with pleasure
to the sad, mellow whispers of the fields …..
Often weak in the face of temptation
silent, thinking that my love is the love of home,
I think, that my brother’s hair grows gray,
And he has more need of his sister.
I know that the night has it’s own joys,
As simple as the water in a basin,
That mother uses to wash your scratched legs
Before putting you to bed ……………….
I turn to simple things,
I incline to simple goodness ……………
When the pressure of difficult thoughts
Weigh upon me with lead heaviness………………
I walked along with the bright thought of love
As if supported by a rail,
listening to the silent birth of spring,
in a time of bitter doubt.
Listening to the silent birth of spring,
feeding the great tits at the window,
travelling in the pages of books,
patient, thoughtful, quiet.
I am drawing new frontiers,
New boundaries and plains.
I know that it is not possible to turn away
from a cherished, difficult life.
Simple things give me the strength
To ask, to urge, to intercede,
to respond to the calls of unquiet days,
that command what I can do, and need!
I know, that to grow strong
I must hold my breath while the storm screeches.
And yet I love the storm and hold in contempt
The foam thrown back upon the beaches.
And yet I love the highway grit
Although it chafes my legs.
I love the song that grows and resounds
in all the corners of the world.
I turn to simple things,
I incline to simple goodness ……………
From the far off light of eternal stars
flows a stream of tenderness
The sea soughs and engulfs the fire
of a crooked juniper stump.
Through the night, through the night, one and all
sense the rolling of the waves!
To lie in the dew of the grass and to feel
the land alive, fragile.
Listen my friend, to the song of childhood,
homely as a cowbell.
Look, how beautifully the pear tree grows,
The one that father planted,
in the ravaged green garden, in the derelict home…..
Nearby, a late flower
like a single tear of emotion
sways and wilts in the wind.
In Autumn I listen with pleasure
to the sad, mellow whispers of the fields …..
Often weak in the face of temptation
silent, thinking that my love is the love of home,
I think, that my brother’s hair grows gray,
And he has more need of his sister.
I know that the night has it’s own joys,
As simple as the water in a basin,
That mother uses to wash your scratched legs
Before putting you to bed ……………….
I turn to simple things,
I incline to simple goodness ……………
When the pressure of difficult thoughts
Weigh upon me with lead heaviness………………
I walked along with the bright thought of love
As if supported by a rail,
listening to the silent birth of spring,
in a time of bitter doubt.
Listening to the silent birth of spring,
feeding the great tits at the window,
travelling in the pages of books,
patient, thoughtful, quiet.
I am drawing new frontiers,
New boundaries and plains.
I know that it is not possible to turn away
from a cherished, difficult life.
Simple things give me the strength
To ask, to urge, to intercede,
to respond to the calls of unquiet days,
that command what I can do, and need!
I know, that to grow strong
I must hold my breath while the storm screeches.
And yet I love the storm and hold in contempt
The foam thrown back upon the beaches.
And yet I love the highway grit
Although it chafes my legs.
I love the song that grows and resounds
in all the corners of the world.
-Debora Vaarandi
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