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As our summer comes to an end, we made a long weekend get-a way to secret beach - located in the Samuel H. Boardman State Scenic Corridor of the Southern Oregon Coast (USA) for another sunset memory. Once you make it down to the beach, the views are breathtaking and you instantly gain a different perspective on the world around you, so if this is not enough, what is enough?
As we drove back home from my daughter's home - after visiting baby Jackson who's now home - the sun rays falling from the sky were quite amazing.
We carried on down to the beach and yes most of those beautiful rays had disappeared .... managed to catch a few!!
Going For 4 In-a-Row ~ 366 ....
Flickr Lounge - Weekly Theme (Week 31) ~ Evening Light ....
Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them. - John F. Kennedy
As soon as the wicked witch touched the ruby red shoes and tried to take them from Dorothy......it started......
...she started melting....from the bottoms of her feet...rising up....bit by bit....and
ever so slowly melting........
....until there was nothing left but the magical ruby shoes, and a puddle of the wicked witch's hat and her puffy ink black skirt......
and all the while........her crow looked on.........
I read today that there is a man in his 70s who confessed to stealing Dorothy's ruby shoes because he thought the bows had real rubies.
When he brought them to a pawn shop, they told him they were just crystals. He was deeply disappointed.
Seems like the shoes continue to work their magic.
14/31 October Photo A Day
As we were heading to Tioga Pass and the back road to Yosemite we passed through the quaint town of Bridgeport, California.
View the entire - San Francisco - Yosemite 2012 set.
View my - Most Interesting according to Flickr
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And that's life, then: things as they are,
This buzzing of the blue guitar.
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Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry,
Of the torches wisping in the underground,
Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light.
There are no shadows in our sun,
Day is desire and night is sleep.
There are no shadows anywhere.
The earth, for us, is flat and bare.
There are no shadows. Poetry
Exceeding music must take the place
Of empty heaven and its hymns,
Ourselves in poetry must take their place,
Even in the chattering of your guitar.
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[Wallace Stevens]
tonight's sunset in our front yard - the many moods of Lake Huron
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There's one thing I wanna know:
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
Cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
Cause each time I feel it slippin away, just makes me wanna cry.
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
What's so funny bout peace love & understanding?
NICK LOWE
Long live as lightning, this giant otter of Amazonia will have given trouble to us to photograph her so much the conditions of light it was bad and so much is fast and moves ceaselessly. This animal of almost 2 meters long and heavy between 24 and 28 kilograms is very difficult to meet because unfortunately she is a member of animals placed on the red list of THE UICN... But marked hercSalvador situated in the national park of Manu, possesses an incredible biodiversity and will offer us this rare show(entertainment).
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Vive comme l'éclair, cette loutre géante d’Amazonie nous aura donné du mal pour la photographier tant les conditions de lumière était mauvaise et tant elle est rapide et se déplace sans cesse. Cet animal de presque 2 mètres de long et pesant entre 24 et 28 kilogrammes est très difficile à rencontrer car malheureusement elle fait partie des animaux placés sur la liste rouge de L'UICN... Mais la cocha Salvador située dans le parc national de Manu, possède une biodiversité incroyable et nous offrira ce rare spectacle.
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Viva como el relámpago, esta nutria gigante de Amazonia nos habrá dado el mal para fotografiarlo tanto las condiciones de luz era mala y tanto es rápida y se desplaza sin cesar. Este animal de casi 2 metros de longitud y pesados entre 24 y 28 kilogramos es muy difícil de encontrar porque desgraciadamente forma parte de animales colocados sobre la lista roja del UICN... Pero la punteó el Salvador situada en el parque nacional de Manu, posee una biodiversidad increíble y nos ofrecerá este espectáculo raro.
As you walk around the narrow medieval streets of Peñíscola, you might think you are on a Game of Thrones set; and you would be absolutely correct. The Castle and narrow historic streets were used to portray Meereen.
Our Daily Challenge ~ Into the Beautiful
As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away —
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy —
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with her-
self
Sequestered Afternoon —
The Dusk drew earlier in —
The Morning foreign shone —
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone —
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
Emily Dickinson
Thank you to everyone who pauses long enough to look at my photo. Any comments or Faves are very much appreciated.
As I was photographing the crescent moon, an airplane flew by, giving the shot an interesting perspective, almost as if it were orbiting the moon.
As I noted in an earlier bunch of photos that I uploaded to this Flickr album, we street photographers sometimes see things that we weren't expecting ... in this case, it was a collection of Chicano and Native American murals on a short one-block street (Balmy Alley) between 24th and 25th (Garfield Square), in the Mission District of San Francisco.
As is often the case, I was oblivious about this area before I arrived, and had no idea what it was about; but the murals certainly demanded some attention.
As for the details, it turns out that Wikipedia has a pretty good description of what it calls "the most concentrated collection of murals in the city of San Francisco," which dates back to 1972. You can read it for yourself at this URL:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balmy_Alley
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In early November 2015, I flew from New York to San Francisco to take a weekend street-photography workshop under the tutelage of Eric Kim. As you might expect, I took gazillions of photos; but not all of them were specifically associated with the workshop itself. On the way out to San Francisco, I took a bunch of pictures with my iPhone; and during the weekend, I took a number of photos that had little or nothing to do with street-photography per se.
I’ll upload the photos in dribs and drabs during the next several days, and let you decide which ones are sufficiently interesting to warrant a second look…
If Einstein was right, spacetime can be bent; it then follows, at least in theory, that time can be bent. A flower's eye view of the phenomenon ... hold on to your petals, and watch out for parallel universes! ;-)
- Highway 16 between Terrace and Hazelton, British Columbia -
The 'Seven Sisters' are rarely seen in clear weather as in this photo ... typically they are shrouded in rain clouds but they are always beautiful regardless of the weather. This set of peaks are in my 'home region' in British Columbia's coastal range. In a "you couldn't make this stuff up" kind of way ... there is a set of equally spectacular peaks that can be seen from my Mother's birthplace in Norway that are also named the 'Seven Sisters' ... 'Syv Søstre.'
I must go photograph them one day!
As we approach the election of 2024, something that is on everyone's minds is freedom. As in, what does it mean, and will we still enjoy it after the results of the election are announced. Yale professor Timothy Snyder has written a book on the subject called "On Freedom". I've read it twice this season. It's one of the most important books I've ever read. My entries for this Polaroid Week are based on interpretations of points made in his book.
Snyder posits that there is a difference in conceptions of freedom, one of which is negative freedom, which can be thought of as "freedom from", and positive freedom, or "freedom to". Postive freedom is about enabling free people to live their lives to the fullest, and negative freedom is about preventing anything from preventing you from doing whatever you want. Positive freedom leads to democracy. Negative freedom leads in the opposite direction.
There are five components to positive freedom in Snyder's estimation. The first of these is Sovereignty. Each person is sovereign over their own selves. They are responsible for their own being, their own decisions, their own beliefs. The task of a parent raising a child is to teach them to be a sovereign being, capable of judging right from wrong and living their life in a way that is true to themselves.
My first entry for Polaroid Week represents Sovereignty with a mixed media piece, one of my construction paper people on Polaroid Retinex Type-I film, with a piece of construction paper glued onto the frame so it extends outside the circular frame of the Retinex film.
Snyder's book is available at timothysnyder.org/on-freedom .
As it turned out #30 was the last of the March/April Monarchs to fly - and she was beautiful! (#31 had fallen at one point as a chrysalis and didn't make it). A couple returned briefly but they all probably headed north and hopefully have reproduced. Next up: hoping some female Black swallowtails visit my fennel this summer.
Have a good Saturday ...
As can be seen the weather in the UK has a decided arctic feel ! - actually of course I couldn't resist staging this shot when I saw the sign outside of my local shop.
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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“As esporas se despedem
e se apartam pra cada lado,
aquerenciadas ao garrão
das botas cano virado,
pois guardam pelas rosetas
alguma balda de potra
pra contarem no silêncio
do galpão uma pra a outra”
Trecho de “No compasso do meu mundo”, de Gujo Teixeira
Santana do Livramento, Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil
Two staying at Nefertiti Hotel.
Sep 28-29
Oct 6-9
Aladin as-Sahabi runs its family hotel and Aladin Tours, an adjoining travel agency, with great care, offering newly renovated facilities at economical prices. No wonder it's the most popular hotel. The rooms are simple but very welcoming, the ensuite bathrooms are spotless, the breakfast is excellent and served on the terrace, and the staff is super friendly. The rooms on the upper floors, larger, are decorated in the local style. The roof is great for a drink or a snack, with great views of the West Bank and the Temple of Luxor, both lit up at night. The best economical option.
PS. Important tip.
They do not sell alcoholic drinks, but there is a hotel next door, called Lusanna Hotel which sells beers to foreigners. There is a refrigerator in the room. Did you understand my tip?
Maras, Urubamba Province, Cusco Region, Peru
High up in Peru’s Sacred Valley are the magnificent salt ponds of Maras. The mines have been worked since pre-Inca times, always as a cooperative, and are based on a simple but ingenious system. A hot spring at the top gushes out hypersalinised water, which is directed into a series of shallow evaporation pools, each with a polygonal shape and entry and exit notches for the water to continue down. This photograph was taken in the January rains in 2017 and features the myriad ponds from upon high.
Bonlanden Filderstadt, Region Stuttgart
EXIF
1/80
F6.5
Bridge-Camera
Canon Powershot
SX60
M
Exposure Mode
Manual
Infinity Focus
ISO 250
As mentioned in an earlier post, the largest lion pride in the world is resident in the Grumeti River area of the Serengeti. Here two lionesses are approaching with caution....
This image was captured close to the Grumeti River, Serengeti, Tanzania while on photo safari with CNP Safaris. www.cnpsafaris.com
©2016 Duncan Blackburn
F100 Ultrafine Extreme 400 @ 800 HC-110 6:32@67 Nikon AF Nikkor 28-105mm Red Filter 1:3.5-4.5D 06/13/2020
Great and quiet outdoor restaurant on the alleyway between the souq and the street of Karnak Temple.
It serves fresh, well-prepared Egyptian dishes such as 'tagen' (clam chowder), as well as pizzas and salads.
The young staff is very friendly, always willing to help and have a chat.
The terrace is great for hanging out or relaxing from the soup (= street market) shopping.
On the terrace, on the roof of the hotel, it serves the same menu of the ground, with stunning views of Luxor Temple and Thebes Mountains, both illuminated at night.
The restaurant is in the hotel I stayed in, Nefertiti Hotel and tour agency I hired to have the guides and private drivers, Aladin Tours.
As the peak draws to a close, 31402 leaves Kings Cross with empty suburban coaching stock on 13 May 1976. The platform of York Road can be glimpsed in the corner.
Pentax K1000/55mm
Ilford FP4
Just as a fletcher straightens an arrow shaft, even so the discerning man straightens his mind—so fickle and unsteady, so difficult to guard.
As a fish when pulled out of water and cast on land throbs and quivers, even so is this mind agitated. Hence should one abandon the realm of Mara.
Wonderful, indeed, it is to subdue the mind, so difficult to subdue, ever swift, and seizing whatever it desires. A tamed mind brings happiness.
Let the discerning man guard the mind, so difficult to detect and extremely subtle, seizing whatever it desires. A guarded mind brings happiness.
Dwelling in the cave (of the heart), the mind, without form, wanders far and alone. Those who subdue this mind are liberated from the bonds of Mara.
Dhammapada