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Agreed. While animals are cute when they're little, facial features play a big part in this, and I think Niovi's face is so cute.

 

Came across this on one of my traintrack walks many moons ago.
Little green man kickin' a ball. I call him Moss.

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1 year later, kinda put on some weight, but still active.

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Noon time, spring or winter, the pillars, the only remnants of a 100 year old jetty.
A totally clear and still day, then a mist ( about 40 ft high) rolled in from the bay from the nor-west.

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Not long after this shot, totally enshrouded in thick mist. Was awaiting giant flying bugs to land on me windscreen.

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Recently, I downloaded a free 2D animation program called Synfig Studio. It uses vector shapes to basically sculpt everything with, and it handles animation through a process called "Tweening"; it basically means that you set the start and end point of an animation, and the software handles the in-between for you; you don't have to do it frame by frame like traditional animation. So, I used it to sculpt this character from an image I got online, and then went about creating a head-turn animation for her, Synfig provided very smooth animation between the start and end frame; much better than I could have done myself.

 

Gohd, how I would love to animate TNT, even just with stick-men!

 

Both images from the same day at different ends of the beach. Created by tiny molloscs as they burrow through the sand, feeding I imagine. I thought these two were funny...the two male brains.

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Ice fishing?

 

I've started to do more rough, everyday sketches as a practice for my sketchbook journal I'm starting when I move.

Mostly buildings thus far, but they're fun and relaxing to draw.

 

I realised this morning that I am engaged to Batman.

 

Abandoned traintrack: Runs from Lonnie to St. Helens, about a 4hr car drive. About 100 feet away from cottage. Pic taken a few hundred feet up the track as it heads east towards the Village.

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Long straight, heading back towards cottage 20 mins away. Village is 3-3.5hrs walk away by traintrack. I used to do 2hr walks nearly every day. Now riding and callisthenics for exercise.

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Drizzly morning. Heading west from cottage, 10 mins walk, signs signify bridge over tiny clear water creek.

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The first one is a corker! Very nice indeed. Although I'd have been tempted to get right down to track level.

The second two don't do anything for me, even without the finger over the lens.

I envy you Americans having miles of rail track to walk along - it's all very Stand By Me. Over here we'd get some jobsworth in a hi-viz jacket telling us we're trespassing.

 

He's from Tazbodia you dummy. Our ancestors built that track after Peterloo probably

 

Is that anywhere near Mouisiana?

 

@OorJud

This is from my private collection. Not too fat, I like to see the rib in my tiger. Very lovely. PM for address details.

 

These are what pass for storm clouds over here. To be fair they were far darker in the flesh.

Ha! The tallest tree has a face... el-o-el.

 

Spoiler: back story...

When I first arrived in Tassie, 2 years since I began my physical rehab after my fun times in the psych ward, I could only manage a 1hr walk ever 2nd or 3rd day, and I had to have a 10-20 mins rest at a half way point, which is the remnants of a Stock Railyard comprising of one raised dirt platform with 3-4 ft diameter logs placed horizontally as the platform edge, located at the end of that long straight.

One day I fell asleep on one of the logs due to tiredeness and being super chilled in my new surroundings. I awoke to find these three baby echidnas rummaging near the tree a few metres away from me. They seemed unafraid though I still gently made my way towards them, saying hello and reassuring them.

I noticed their burrow was underneath one of platform logs, either with multiple entrances or many creatures had made burrows over the years. We hung out for several minutes, they never showed any serious signs of fright, as Echidnas freeze and tuck their faces under their belly and stretch out their quills, though they were slightly freaked whenever I stood upright, so I kept low for them.

We had a nice time together, one of them eventually coming up and having a sniff of my shoes and hand, then they all calmly waddled off across the track and disappeared into one of the tunnels they made through the blackberry bushes. I'm sure I got a vid somewhere's but didn't come across it during my last spring clean.

Judging by their identical sizes, light colour, friendliness and inquisitive behaviour, I reasoned they were the babies, left at home while the parents went out for some grub or to have some time to themselves.

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The old ifone 3 my Dawta sent me back then wasn't up to the task of a low shot, I tried.
My current Huawei Nova 3E, with twin lenses seems to take better shots.
Most of the photos I'm going to upload come from the last 7 years.

2nd shot: I tested, if I edited out the finger I'd lose the top of the tree to the right, so I left it as is.
All my fotos are from fones, simply to share images from my neck of the woods, not to show photography skills, which are below basic.

I'm in Tassie, not 'Murica...you just have to take a little bit of time to read the various levels of member's info.

A long history with trains...

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As a little kid, we (two older brothers) grew up next to a suburban railway, hanging out under the bridge, thrilled as loud diesels slowly went past pulling commuter carriages, shaking the foundations and giving our ear drums a jolly good workout, walking up and down from our house to the end of the line station a few clicks away.

Then coal trains amidst miles of scrubland, 3\4 s the way up North Queensland; we lived in the tiny village that housed the Powerstation workers. Next to that track was an abandoned coal mine, possibly 100 years old, a towering old wooden structure with two lifts, with a tiny rusted train track system on one of the platforms with a flatbed coal cart one could still push around on the track.

Then back to Brissie suburbs in my 20s, to which I did an impromtu afternoon till dawn walk on a traintrack that I mistook for the route home and ended up in a village nowhere near our house. That was a track I walked on many times, including with my kids much later after marriage. The latter ones much shorter, 6 hr walks.

And then I arrive in Tassie to take care of The Contessa in her twilight years, and how lovely, a train track right next to the cottage.

 

I don’t get that. Are you saying the iPhone 3 somehow prevented you from getting down on your hands and knees?

 

I'm saying the camera on me old ifone 3 was crap thus the low shots I took were crappy, thus binned.

 

But why would low shots be any crappier than eye-level shits? Are you saying the depth of field capabilities were not up to it?

 

I'm sayin' if I don't like the shot, I bin it.