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It was late. Any other night, I would've been in bed. But sometimes you have to say "Screw the bank I work for" and set responsibility and routine and sleep aside... and follow that part of you that needs to be fed.
So there I was... late at night... driving my truck... bumping and jarring along pot-holed side streets. I followed my nose, my heart, my hunger to the places where there are no artificial lights... where strange things crash and rustle in the bush... and the smell of the ocean is heavy and warm and the wind is just strong enough to keep the clouds moving, and to keep the mosquitoes off my exposed arms.
At times I was terrified. Alone. Just me and the trees and the ocean and my camera and the moon. But not even fear can override the sheer joy... the pure exhilaration... of shooting at night.
This morning I am groggy. Hung over in the aftermath of so much beauty, and stillness, and wildness.
Work will be a challenge. I'll have to just dig in and not come out till it's done. Otherwise, I'll end up dreaming. And I did enough of that last night.
Answer: I took off the lens of my digital camera and took a cell phone photo of the camera's sensor. The reason? Needed to show a problem/smudge on the sensor to a camera group.
Lightpainting Artwork created in total darkness by Aurora Movement & Sven Gerard
Single exposure Light Art Photography
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There is a comfort in rituals, and rituals provide a framework for stability when you are trying to find answers.
-- Deborah Norville
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he walked, occupied by the simple mechanics of a meal. a green shirt, chosen without thought. behind him, a metal curtain held a question and an answer painted in the same shade of green. a face looked on, frozen in contemplation. it was a perfect, accidental harmony of color and code, a random variable in the city's vast equation that, for a single, unobserved second, produced a solution. then he was gone, and it was just a wall again.
That is the question that blond mom and her two cubs are trying to answer as they stand above the river’s edge watching for salmon. Although there are fish, the tide is still too high, making it very unlikely that she would be able to fish successfully. She and the cubs look good and healthy. It’s still early in the season. Over the next 5 to 6 weeks they will gain enormous amounts of weight. It’s weight needed to survive the bitterly cold winter and carry them into spring. #brownbears
When we pray... God hears more than we say, Answers more than we ask, Gives more than we imagine... In His own time, and His own way...!" -Anonymous
This is another for my "Waiting for his return" series. This is the prequel to my prior "No Answer" post which I have reposted in the comments.
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Praying for those who lost their lives and their grieving loved ones. Also praying for those who are injured and hospitalized.
The woodpecker does not like the cracked preferring only the sunflower seeds that are mixed in. So he will move his head and toss the seeds around with his beak.
The "Hen Party", the pigeons and the small sparrows are happy when this happens as they get to get the seeds that fall from the feeding platform to the ground.
Canon EF 70-300 f4-5.6 IS USM on a Canon EOS 1DS Mark III.
I may not have time to answer or acknowledge your visit here or any comments you leave right away but, I will thank you now in advance.
At the end of the day, almost every image I create has great meaning to me. But, I’m not in this just for myself. I desire to speak for those who feel they don’t have a voice, to empower those who choose not to speak yet, and to relate to people no matter how distant or different. I am an introvert, ridden with anxiety and fairly anti-social. Art is my way of connecting. It is my way of skipping the cheap talk to get to what matters most; to have conversations with people that mean something. To look back and know that I spent my time trying. Not necessarily succeeding, but who cares about that, anyway?
My life will not be defined by if I succeeded, but by if I tried. This is me trying, reaching out to you and showing you who I am; not the more superficial version of myself that you might bump into on the street, who says “how are you” but really wants to ask “what is your passion?”, but the one who dives straight into those questions without worry.
Are you trapped?
Are you being torn apart?
Are you being held together?
Those are the questions I desire to know answers to, so this is my art, asking those questions.
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dans between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
One lone leaf on the grass from the neighbours maple tree. In past years the colours of the leaves were vibrant reds.
I may not have time to answer or acknowledge your visit here or any comments you leave right away but, rest assured, I will try to get back as quick as I can. I will thank you now in advance.
Where do most of the elements essential for life on Earth come from? The answer: inside the furnaces of stars and the explosions that mark the end of some stars’ lives.
Astronomers have long studied exploded stars and their remains – known as “supernova remnants” – to better understand exactly how stars produce and then disseminate many of the elements observed on Earth, and in the cosmos at large.
Due to its unique evolutionary status, Cassiopeia A (Cas A) is one of the most intensely studied of these supernova remnants. A new image from NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory shows the location of different elements in the remains of the explosion: silicon (red), sulfur (yellow), calcium (green) and iron (purple). Each of these elements produces X-rays within narrow energy ranges, allowing maps of their location to be created. The blast wave from the explosion is seen as the blue outer ring.
Image credit: NASA/CXC/SAO
With its head cocked back and it chest raised out of the water a male Hooded Merganser answers the call of another male on the same lake. These small fish eating ducks have an extravagantly adorned crest that gives their head an oblong appearing shape, when extended. Their call sounds more like a party favor than anything duck-like and can best be phonetically described as a “pop" followed by a “growl.” Hooded Mergansers are cavity nesters. Females lay their eggs in tree holes and nest boxes. Nestlings answer their mother’s calls by jumping from the nests to the ground one day after hatching. They are light enough and the wind resistance is sufficient that they are not hurt in the fall, that can sometimes be up to 50 feet. Now that’s a leap of faith. #HoodedMergansers
A pretty bit of shoreline along Buntzen Lake.
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