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Majki
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Your photos are amazing.11: here we have!
The series from the sea is outstanding.
I wonder how many photos you made and how many you showed.
Greetings
Shab
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Thank you very much @Majki ! I have made "some" photos... not a lot, I would like to go with them more times (the pictures I have showed are from the last night I went with them with my X-Pro1 camera in 2016). But, my "dream" is to go with them once again. I'm older, I "see and feel" in a different way... it would be very interesting to me to have this opportunity to go back with them... who knows? Today, it's a desire, tomorrow? I hope to go back.
Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts/words... I deeple appreciate it.
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216: Donapaleuko frontoia udazkenean / The Donapaleu fronton in autumn
Majki
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The maturity of a photographer and the maturity of a person is something that always comes too late, right?
And when it comes (so it seems to me, looking after GREAT artists) he puts down both pen and camera. Alternatively, he discovers watercolors like HCB
I'm joking, of course, but what you wrote really gets to me. May curiosity never die! Looking forward to your next cruise!
Shab
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May curiosity never die!The maturity of a photographer and the maturity of a person is something that always comes too late, right?
And when it comes (so it seems to me, looking after GREAT artists) he puts down both pen and camera. Alternatively, he discovers watercolors like HCB
I'm joking, of course, but what you wrote really gets to me. May curiosity never die! Looking forward to your next cruise!
May good humor never die!
May sharing feelings never die!
May sharing thoughts never die!
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May friendship never die!
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May this forum never die!
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217: The Old and the New
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218: Sheep's land
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BernardL
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I like the picture. But the grain in the sky looks like it was added to give the eye something to catch on. Possibly I'm wrong.
Freakscene
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That’s what the highlights from HP5+ in HC-110 look like a lot of the time. It also looks like it's snowing.
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girdwoodINC
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Wow what a beautiful picture, love this thread as I’ve said before Shab
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I made this picture with muy beloved Mamiya C220 + 80mm 2.8 + Orange filter + HP5Plus (@800ISO) and developed with HC110 (1+31). It's grain. And I scanner it with a Canoscan9000.
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DownUnder
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Back after an absence of some time. To catch up with all these visual delights. So many likes - my right hand is tingling from all the recent clicks I've done just now.
You have many visual masterpieces here. Surely valuable to future historians. I hope something entirely suitable will be made from your images. An archive with an future-thinking director may contact you at some time in the not-to-distant "avenir", one hopes. With a suitable offer.
As an architect (now retired but still retaining my professional eye), I'm keenly interested in the houses and other buildings you photograph, as I've not been to your region in France and haven't had the opportunity to check out how and where the inhabitants live and work. The construction of your houses looks to me to be classically Old French. Unlike those in l'Acadie in Canada which from around 1900 look to have been more modeled on the traditional Cape Cod design. The older houses like my grandparents' in the countryside of New Brunswick, built in 1884 and still in use but sadly now no longer in family hands, which was planned with a neoclassical look - without the telltale Grecian columns one finds in Europe, but with typically French Canadian touches. On our family farm house he window louvers were removed in the 1950s before I was old enough to be seriously interested in photography and record all those on film. My savvy grandfather sensibly retained the véranda (or portique) and the classic old French layout to the rooms. A "grenier" (granary, storage room) was above the kitchen for storage for linen and bulk foods. I recall a large cheese wheel of local cheddar, also bags of sugar and to the delight of us grandkids, the year's stock of siropand sucre d'érable (= maple syrup and hard maple sugar to you anglophones) which he made every spring until 1988 when he gave it away as too much effort at his age - he was 94.
Sadly I didn't think of asking my grandfather at the time before he passed away in 1994, a few weeks before his 100th birthday) who had designed the family farm house. Many in the neighborhood were built in the same style so it's likely the locals merely copied designs from each other. Most farmers were also carpenters and could have built a house from local wood which cut in the spring late spring after the snow thaw but before the warm months, during which time would have some free time after planting the market vegetable gardens and wheat fields and farm stock duties to devote to building. Neighbors would assist as volunteer labor so a new house in the parish (the Acadian villages were at that time, entirely Catholic) was very much a community shared endeavor.
Our village/parish was ten miles from the sea so few locals were fishermen by trade. Many did fish for trout in local streams and eels in the winter when those (to me repulsive) creatures took refuge from the cold in the mud under the ice. My grand-père and one uncle and a cousin would chop a big hole in the ice and used sharp fork-like spears to probe in the mud and snag those elusive wriggly things. All horrible to relate but eel boiled and then simmered in mustard sauce was a standard dish on the family table on weekends. I ate it then but I haven't had it since the 1960s, like boudin which was made fresh in the late autumn when a pig was killed, using the organ parts, pork fat and the fresh blood. Unforgettably delicious for winter breakfasts served with pancakes and fried eggs with a generous dollop of maple syrup - but as I got older I became more pro-animal rights and anti killing for food, and I've not had this sort of food for almost 60 years.
The French houses in your photos look to be more solidly built out of more durable materials such as stone and cement - those in Canada were/are mostly of wood as after all there was so much of it to be logged and milled into housing material. The Quebec French and the Acadeans prefer wood to other materials and still build with it, as expensive as it is to buy and cut nowadays. Maple, elm, pine, spruce grows everywhere in great profusion. Windows and doors in the two countries were much the same. Those "habitations anciennes" in Canada have lasted, some more than a century, and need to be maintained but mostly do not require a lot of heavy duty repairs or restoration. Good wood last.
My grand-père repainted the house every ten years but often had to whitewash the front porch external wall as there were flies in abundance in the summer and as a youngster I was madly keen on playing exterminator with a fly swatter. In early November when the first cold days came, clip-on walls were taken out of the barn and put on the véranda to make a new "salle d'entrée", an enclosed porch. My grandmother had by then dug up all her geraniums and flowering bulbs like gladiolus in October before the first frosts and stored them in this véranda for the cold months. Amazingly given the below zero temperatures, they all survived for replanting the following spring.
So much nostalgia. I'm sorry for having hijacked your space - after all this is your thread and not about housing or farming or other rural customs in French Canada, so I now give you mes plus sincères excuses (= my apologies) and end this- I hope - not too intrusive post.. This is more about your country, your people and your excellent photography. All the superb visuals you post for us to enjoy. May you go on doing so for a long time.
A last note. My imagination may be working overtime here - but in several of your photos I've noticed two stunningly attractive ladies who reappear. Is there by any chance a connection here? Family maybe? I am, to say the least, curious. There are many such lovely ladies as you illustrate so well in your region of France, but the two stands out as - well...
You have many visual masterpieces here. Surely valuable to future historians. I hope something entirely suitable will be made from your images. An archive with an future-thinking director may contact you at some time in the not-to-distant "avenir", one hopes. With a suitable offer.
As an architect (now retired but still retaining my professional eye), I'm keenly interested in the houses and other buildings you photograph, as I've not been to your region in France and haven't had the opportunity to check out how and where the inhabitants live and work. The construction of your houses looks to me to be classically Old French. Unlike those in l'Acadie in Canada which from around 1900 look to have been more modeled on the traditional Cape Cod design. The older houses like my grandparents' in the countryside of New Brunswick, built in 1884 and still in use but sadly now no longer in family hands, which was planned with a neoclassical look - without the telltale Grecian columns one finds in Europe, but with typically French Canadian touches. On our family farm house he window louvers were removed in the 1950s before I was old enough to be seriously interested in photography and record all those on film. My savvy grandfather sensibly retained the véranda (or portique) and the classic old French layout to the rooms. A "grenier" (granary, storage room) was above the kitchen for storage for linen and bulk foods. I recall a large cheese wheel of local cheddar, also bags of sugar and to the delight of us grandkids, the year's stock of siropand sucre d'érable (= maple syrup and hard maple sugar to you anglophones) which he made every spring until 1988 when he gave it away as too much effort at his age - he was 94.
Sadly I didn't think of asking my grandfather at the time before he passed away in 1994, a few weeks before his 100th birthday) who had designed the family farm house. Many in the neighborhood were built in the same style so it's likely the locals merely copied designs from each other. Most farmers were also carpenters and could have built a house from local wood which cut in the spring late spring after the snow thaw but before the warm months, during which time would have some free time after planting the market vegetable gardens and wheat fields and farm stock duties to devote to building. Neighbors would assist as volunteer labor so a new house in the parish (the Acadian villages were at that time, entirely Catholic) was very much a community shared endeavor.
Our village/parish was ten miles from the sea so few locals were fishermen by trade. Many did fish for trout in local streams and eels in the winter when those (to me repulsive) creatures took refuge from the cold in the mud under the ice. My grand-père and one uncle and a cousin would chop a big hole in the ice and used sharp fork-like spears to probe in the mud and snag those elusive wriggly things. All horrible to relate but eel boiled and then simmered in mustard sauce was a standard dish on the family table on weekends. I ate it then but I haven't had it since the 1960s, like boudin which was made fresh in the late autumn when a pig was killed, using the organ parts, pork fat and the fresh blood. Unforgettably delicious for winter breakfasts served with pancakes and fried eggs with a generous dollop of maple syrup - but as I got older I became more pro-animal rights and anti killing for food, and I've not had this sort of food for almost 60 years.
The French houses in your photos look to be more solidly built out of more durable materials such as stone and cement - those in Canada were/are mostly of wood as after all there was so much of it to be logged and milled into housing material. The Quebec French and the Acadeans prefer wood to other materials and still build with it, as expensive as it is to buy and cut nowadays. Maple, elm, pine, spruce grows everywhere in great profusion. Windows and doors in the two countries were much the same. Those "habitations anciennes" in Canada have lasted, some more than a century, and need to be maintained but mostly do not require a lot of heavy duty repairs or restoration. Good wood last.
My grand-père repainted the house every ten years but often had to whitewash the front porch external wall as there were flies in abundance in the summer and as a youngster I was madly keen on playing exterminator with a fly swatter. In early November when the first cold days came, clip-on walls were taken out of the barn and put on the véranda to make a new "salle d'entrée", an enclosed porch. My grandmother had by then dug up all her geraniums and flowering bulbs like gladiolus in October before the first frosts and stored them in this véranda for the cold months. Amazingly given the below zero temperatures, they all survived for replanting the following spring.
So much nostalgia. I'm sorry for having hijacked your space - after all this is your thread and not about housing or farming or other rural customs in French Canada, so I now give you mes plus sincères excuses (= my apologies) and end this- I hope - not too intrusive post.. This is more about your country, your people and your excellent photography. All the superb visuals you post for us to enjoy. May you go on doing so for a long time.
A last note. My imagination may be working overtime here - but in several of your photos I've noticed two stunningly attractive ladies who reappear. Is there by any chance a connection here? Family maybe? I am, to say the least, curious. There are many such lovely ladies as you illustrate so well in your region of France, but the two stands out as - well...
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Shab
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@DownUnder thank you very much for your post... when we share life, it is much better. Thank you for sharing! And thank you for your kind words... I deeple appreciate them.
BernardL
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Thank you. So I was wrong not possibly, but actually. I thought your images were all from a digital camera.
I also have a C220 (55/80/135/180) since ~1980. Muy/much beloved.
DownUnder
Nikon Nomad
So a mix of analog and digital, heh? You do your post processing so well, it's difficult for me at least to see the difference. The mid tones are gorgeous, like the images themselves.
And Shab, please read my last paragraph above, added just now as an edit. I am curious to find out if such attractiveness is a regional trait in your "petit coin du pays".
And Shab, please read my last paragraph above, added just now as an edit. I am curious to find out if such attractiveness is a regional trait in your "petit coin du pays".
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No, the most ladies in this thread aren't my family... and they aren't french... (a little smile). Here you have a map:
As you can see, one river "Urola" is in Spain (left) and the other river "Atturri" is in France (right), but all this "country" is part of the Basque Country. In this thread are a lot of picture where there appears some women and most of them are from the "spanish" part of the Basque Country. It's a bit complicate to understand... I know.
And again, thanks for your words, thoughts and memories... I deeply appreciate them.
caila77
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really nice shots... thanks for sharing