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Tired of clicking to see a large version? Upgrade to e2 to browse all photos automatically at their largest size.It always surprises me howI seem to find my chains with it coming out from the bottom left hand corner of the frame.
One of these days I will find one coming out from one of the other three corners !!
| Brand: | Canon |
| Camera: | Canon Powershot G11 |
| Recording media: | JPEG (digital) |
| Date Taken: | 12 Jun 2012 - 10:39 AM |
| Focal Length: | 6.1mm |
| Lens Max Aperture: | f/2.8 |
| Aperture: | f/5.0 |
| Shutter Speed: | 1/125sec |
| Exposure Comp: | 0.0 |
| ISO: | 200 |
| Metering Mode: | Multi-segment |
| Flash: | Off, Did not fire |
| White Balance: | Manual |
| Title: | Some day. |
| Username: | |
| Uploaded: | 5 Dec 2012 - 11:18 PM |
| Tags: | Close-up / macro, Humour / fun |
| Votes: | 58 |
Comments
Lots of great texture in this fine composition, with the rusty chain nicely on the diagonal. - Keep wondering what the chain wouid have been padlocked to!
(not round Mick's wrist, or ankle, I hope!!!![]()
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Lavina
Whatever's on the other end of that chain, they won't get away with it. Not now it has a padlock on it ![]()
It'd be pointing the wrong way coming out of any of the other corners Mick.
You keep it bottom left ![]()
Not waving but drowning?
I like this angle.
Moira
I can't help noticing the tooth marks on the padlock, Mick. Has Big Aggie chewed through the chain and escaped again?
I would guard against portraying a chain rising from the bottom right or dangling from the top. You would confuse us all . . .
In fact it's a fine composition. Good one.
Regards
Bill
The Padlock
I triumphed, love's victorious power
Prevailed, and near approached the hour
Which should have crowned our mutual flame,
Just then your tyrant husband came.
That hoary Jailer was too hard,
To love he all access has barred,
And all our wishes to defeat,
Secures the key of pleasure's seat;
For such strange matters to account,
Our tale to ancient days should mount;
Ceres must to you sure be known,
Ceres one daughter had alone,
Who much resembled you in face,
Beauteous, adorned with every grace,
To the soft passion much inclined,
And guided by a Cupid blind.
Hymen, a god as blind as he,
Treated him as he treated thee;
Pluto, the rich and old, in hell
Made her his wife, and forced to dwell;
But she the jealous miser scorned,
And Pluto, though a god, was horned;
Pirithous, his rival bright,
Young, handsome, generous, and polite,
Found means to get to hell ere dead,
And clapped huge horns upon his head.
This as a fable you'll deride,
But love a man to hell may guide;
In hell, as here, by some strange spite,
Intrigues are always brought to light;
In a hot hole a spy concealed,
Saw all, and all he saw revealed;
And added, that the royal dame,
With half the damned had done the same.
The horned god on this report
Convokes at his infernal court,
Each odious, black, and cursed soul,
Sainted below for actions foul,
Each cuckold's soul, who during life
Did all he could to plague his wife.
Then thus declared a Florentine,
'Most mighty monarch, I'd opine
For death, for once a wife is dead,
She can't defile the marriage bed;
But ah, sir, an immortal wife
Can never be deprived of life;
A padlock, therefore, I'd invent,
Which should such accidents prevent;
She must be virtuous, of course,
When under the restraint of force;
Not to be come at by her elf,
You're sure to have her to yourself;
Would I had thought before I died,
Such a convenience to provide.'
This sage advice a loud applause
From all the damned assembly draws;
And straight by order of the state,
Was registered on brass by fate.
That moment in the shades below,
They anvils beat, and bellows blow;
Tisiphone the blacksmith's trade
Well understood, the locks she made.
Proserpina, from Pluto's hand
Receiving, wore it by command.
Sometimes the hardest hearts relent,
Even Pluto's self some pity felt,
When spouse's virtue he made fast,
And said, 'you'll now perforce be chaste.'
This lock which hell could frame alone,
Soon to the human race was known;
In Venice, Rome, and all about it,
No gentleman or cit's without it;
'Tis always thought a method sure,
All female honor to secure.
There husbands, though some sneerers mock,
Keep virtue safe and under lock.
But now to bring the matter home,
Your spouse, you know, lived long at Rome;
With bad men few infection 'scape,
He has learned the Roman modes to ape.
But all his jealous care is vain,
Love always knows his ends to gain;
That god will sure espouse our cause,
He still protects who keeps his laws;
For you have given me your heart,
And can't refuse me any part.
Voltaire
A lengthy but beautiful poem, regards Nathan
Yes, strange isn't it, how they all come out from the same corner!
A fine specimen of rusty chain, leaving us all intrigued as to what's on the other end! ![]()
Trev ![]()
That's expertise though Mick, always finding them coming from that corner, I wish I could, mine always appear all over the frame, such a mess.
Great simple shot with good composition and textures.
Andy
The padlock is the MASTER-piece! Beautiful detail captured, nice rusty textures on that chain.
Johanna
We've become hardened to your images of rust and grot over the years Mick and you are undoubtedly the master of this genre. You are so good infact that Nathan has started to quote the legendary French philosopher Voltaire
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