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Showjumping Photos
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November 22nd 2015
I attended the adelaide showjumping event today and took my camera to get some photos.
I took over 4000 photos and have managed to weed out some of the best (read as my personal favs cause most of them turned out perfect).
Please keep in mind I am new to photography and this was my first experience in shooting something moving. I think they turned out great!
So head over to my gallery tab and the showjumping folder to see some great photos!
I attended the adelaide showjumping event today and took my camera to get some photos.
I took over 4000 photos and have managed to weed out some of the best (read as my personal favs cause most of them turned out perfect).
Please keep in mind I am new to photography and this was my first experience in shooting something moving. I think they turned out great!
So head over to my gallery tab and the showjumping folder to see some great photos!
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Photoshop CS5
1 min read
Recently acquired photoshop CS5 So i will be experimenting with it for a while. I'll post my progress up for all to see. 
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Yoda's story
5 min read
My little dog is dying of cancer. 
He's 12 years old (we think) But I got him 4 years ago. I will tell you his story....
4 years ago On a smallish hobby farm in Two Wells (south Australia), lived a mum her boyfriend and her two daughters, along with 4 miniature ponies, a horse, 3 cats and a poodle.
On this farm the two daughters ventured out into the sunny morning to begin their chores while their mother picked up groceries from the shop in town. After all said chores were done they took their favourite ponies (Rufus and Pipi) out for a walk along the Trail behind the farm. Halfway around they saw something out of the corner of their eye, but both dismissed it as a rabbit and continued on with their walk.
But out of the bushes this creature crept and the older daughter stopped to study its misshapen form. The creature was slunk low to the ground, and covered in burs and mud. It was horrifically skinny, as the girl could see the hallows of his hips and even the skin between his ribs had sunk in. It was too dirty to tell what colour it really was, but the oldest daughter could see the pain in it's eyes.
She passed her Pony's lead rope to her younger sister and told her to hold still. She then knelt down and made coaxing sounds to the creature, wanting to help it anyway she could. She managed to pick it up, and it felt fragile, just to holding it she thought she would break it.
She carried it all the way home then stood there in the entry, not sure what to do with it. She decided to clean it up first while her sister tended the ponies. She tried to brush out the burs but they refused to budge out of seemingly long and very very tangled fur. So she took scissors to it and ended up all but shaving the poor thing in the end. To her surprise it hadn't squirmed or fussed. so she decided to bath it and treat it for fleas. Taking things one step at a time, she filled the tub with warm water and gently put him in it, testing his reaction. He was dull and lifeless, almost unaware of what was happening around him. So she washed him, gently, but quickly. Then towel dried him as gently as she could.
She discovered he was a dog, once a long haired chihuahua. He was a beautiful Tawny colour with a white belly and chin and sad broken hearted eyes. She set him on the ground in the entry way and walked to the kitchen, hoping the dog would follow. She opened the fridge and took out the dog meat and then grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. She scooped two small spoon fulls of roo mince into the bowl and placed it on the floor. She didn't see the dog. She had to go back in to the entry way where she had left him, and he was still standing sadly, not moving. She called to him, coaxing him step by hesitant and wobbly step to the kitchen and then to the food. At first he just sat there and looked at it, as if he had forgotten what food looked like. The girl sat patiently next to him encouraging him with her silent calming presence. After 30mins of staring at it he took a hesitant bite.
He slept on my bed every night, and accompanied me where ever I went and what ever I was doing. He has never had to be trained to do anything, though he does not PLAY. He snuggles. The vet estimated him to be about 10 when we brought him in.
We put up FOUND notices everywhere, and notified the locals as well as ringing the local pound. No-one claimed him.
We later realised he was dumped. We found a cardboard box down by the freeway not far from our farm. It contained a towl and lots of ants (so we assume once it had food). Yoda (as he is known now) Has a great fear of cardboard boxes. He doesn't run but starts to cry and whimper and look absolutely miserable.
And thus began the long recovery back to health and trust and a loving family. When I moved out of my Mum's place I brought him with me.
But he found a good and loving home with me and is now much spoilt.
Yes, he has been diagnosed with Testicular Cancer which has more then likely spread to the rest of his body. He has been given under a year to live.
Cancer is a terrible illness that sucks the life out of it's victim. Most people are only aware or worried about cancer in people, but those of you that have much loved pets like mine, will know it is very common in our furry friends as well as out human ones.
Sincerely Smartcat, Ever hoping for a cure for cancer.
He's 12 years old (we think) But I got him 4 years ago. I will tell you his story....
4 years ago On a smallish hobby farm in Two Wells (south Australia), lived a mum her boyfriend and her two daughters, along with 4 miniature ponies, a horse, 3 cats and a poodle.
On this farm the two daughters ventured out into the sunny morning to begin their chores while their mother picked up groceries from the shop in town. After all said chores were done they took their favourite ponies (Rufus and Pipi) out for a walk along the Trail behind the farm. Halfway around they saw something out of the corner of their eye, but both dismissed it as a rabbit and continued on with their walk.
But out of the bushes this creature crept and the older daughter stopped to study its misshapen form. The creature was slunk low to the ground, and covered in burs and mud. It was horrifically skinny, as the girl could see the hallows of his hips and even the skin between his ribs had sunk in. It was too dirty to tell what colour it really was, but the oldest daughter could see the pain in it's eyes.
She passed her Pony's lead rope to her younger sister and told her to hold still. She then knelt down and made coaxing sounds to the creature, wanting to help it anyway she could. She managed to pick it up, and it felt fragile, just to holding it she thought she would break it.
She carried it all the way home then stood there in the entry, not sure what to do with it. She decided to clean it up first while her sister tended the ponies. She tried to brush out the burs but they refused to budge out of seemingly long and very very tangled fur. So she took scissors to it and ended up all but shaving the poor thing in the end. To her surprise it hadn't squirmed or fussed. so she decided to bath it and treat it for fleas. Taking things one step at a time, she filled the tub with warm water and gently put him in it, testing his reaction. He was dull and lifeless, almost unaware of what was happening around him. So she washed him, gently, but quickly. Then towel dried him as gently as she could.
She discovered he was a dog, once a long haired chihuahua. He was a beautiful Tawny colour with a white belly and chin and sad broken hearted eyes. She set him on the ground in the entry way and walked to the kitchen, hoping the dog would follow. She opened the fridge and took out the dog meat and then grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. She scooped two small spoon fulls of roo mince into the bowl and placed it on the floor. She didn't see the dog. She had to go back in to the entry way where she had left him, and he was still standing sadly, not moving. She called to him, coaxing him step by hesitant and wobbly step to the kitchen and then to the food. At first he just sat there and looked at it, as if he had forgotten what food looked like. The girl sat patiently next to him encouraging him with her silent calming presence. After 30mins of staring at it he took a hesitant bite.
He slept on my bed every night, and accompanied me where ever I went and what ever I was doing. He has never had to be trained to do anything, though he does not PLAY. He snuggles. The vet estimated him to be about 10 when we brought him in.
We put up FOUND notices everywhere, and notified the locals as well as ringing the local pound. No-one claimed him.
We later realised he was dumped. We found a cardboard box down by the freeway not far from our farm. It contained a towl and lots of ants (so we assume once it had food). Yoda (as he is known now) Has a great fear of cardboard boxes. He doesn't run but starts to cry and whimper and look absolutely miserable.
And thus began the long recovery back to health and trust and a loving family. When I moved out of my Mum's place I brought him with me.
But he found a good and loving home with me and is now much spoilt.
Yes, he has been diagnosed with Testicular Cancer which has more then likely spread to the rest of his body. He has been given under a year to live.
Cancer is a terrible illness that sucks the life out of it's victim. Most people are only aware or worried about cancer in people, but those of you that have much loved pets like mine, will know it is very common in our furry friends as well as out human ones.
Sincerely Smartcat, Ever hoping for a cure for cancer.
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