Day 294

Whilst wandering around the model show at the weekend, I came across a trader selling portable lightboxes for macro/small stuff photography. At £14.00 I didn’t think I could go wrong. And I didn’t! I set it up at home this evening just to try it out, and it’s very good and very neat as it packs up into a small bag about 8 inches square. Nope I don’t know what that is in cm but google would tell you :). It comes with 4 backgrounds, and has a dimmer switch for the lights, which you work via USB leads to your laptop. Here it is in action..

Day 294 ~ New toy.

Here’s the result,

and now I have to clean my lens as it showed up every bit of dust and dirt 🙄🤣

Any ways this will be useful for Phil to photograph his little men or smaller tanks too, which is good as he paid for it 🤣.

I don’t think any macro photographers follow my blog, but just incase, here’s a link to their website and the for the lightbox CLICK HERE

Day 178

We are having a Sahara couple of days, as Europe swelters at 45 degrees C (113f) the winds have finally blown some hot air our way. A cloudless blue sky, 2 loads of washing done and dry, white watch strap mark on my arm 🙂 and Bar-B-Q for this evenings dinner. Making the most of it before Sunday when we go back to winter. 😀

Day 178 ~ viola

It almost makes me weep not to shoot the vibrant yellow, mauve and purple that these flowers are!!

Day 134

How annoying, 2 days of sunshine and I’m working on both of them! Of course the weather will change for the worse on my days off. Sigh. Never mind, I’m used to it 🙂

Today I photographed the new plant in the garden. Can’t remember what it is, a hydrangea I think. It was flowering very prettily when we bought it, lovely pale pink petals. So I was surprised to see IN YOUR FACE RED petals beginning to open up this week.

Day 134 ~ red petals 🙂

Day 91

A white feather, for Maori’s and Quakers, a symbol of peace, for Americans  a symbol of courage, persistence and superior combat marksmanship. For Brits since the eighteenth century, a symbol of cowardice, used by patriotic groups including prominent members of the Suffragette movement and early feminists in order to shame men into enlisting. 

In the 1870s, the Maori prophet of passive resistance Te Whit O Rongamai promoted the wearing of white feathers by his followers at Parihaka.

1775, Quakers in a Friends meeting house, in Easton, New York were faced by a tribe of Indians on the war path. Rather than flee, the Quakers fell silent and waited. The Indian chief came into the meeting house and finding no weapons he declared the Quakers as friends. On leaving he took a white feather from his quiver and attached it to the door as a sign to leave the building unharmed.

Its most notable wearer was US Marine Corps Sergeant Carlos Hathcock who was awarded the Silver Star medal for bravery during the Vietnam War. Hathcock picked up a white feather on a mission and wore it in his hat to taunt the enemy. He was so feared by enemy troops that they put a price on his head. Its wear on combat headgear flaunts an insultingly easy target for enemy snipers.

In August 1914, at the start of WW1, Admiral Charles Fitzgerald founded the Order of the White Feather with support from the prominent author Mrs. Humphrey Ward. The organization aimed to shame men into enlisting in the British army by persuading women to present them with a white feather if they were not wearing a uniform.

Perhaps the most misplaced use of a white feather was when one was presented to Seaman George Samson who was on his way in civilian clothes to a public reception in his honour. Samson had been awarded the Victoria Cross for gallantry in the Gallipoli campaign.

Day 91 ~ white feather.

Also, apparently,  a white feather could be a gift from angels above. They drop from the sky in front of you to remind you to take care of yourself or simply notifying you of their presence. White feathers appear when angels are near, especially on the death of a loved one. 🤔

So there you have it.

I am quite peaceful I think, not always brave but sometimes, definitely not a Yankee doodle sharpshooter, and no-ones snuffed it in my family for ages. This came when a neighbour’s cat grabbed the back end of a white pigeon on my front lawn a while back. 😀

Day 42

I love growing Orchids. I have killed a fair few in my time, but the latest ones I’ve had for a couple of years or so now. Most of them lost all their flowers and have lain dormant for 18 months, but about 6 months ago 2 of them started to grow new stems. They are so slow!! They eventually got a few flower buds on them, though not many, and have done nothing else for weeks. But this evening one of the buds has started to open up, such excitement!

Day 42