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I never had the pleasure of shooting Lomography Redscale 100 film, so I am not certain if the handling of its digital conversion in DxO is true to the letter, but I really liked the look. I was especially attuned to how it held onto the blue - prominent, but not overpowering, a little bit of coolness in an otherwise overwhelmingly warm presentation.
When I mentioned a few days back, that I on occasion let out my weirdo side, I also apply it emotionally to what I am seeking, if all things are a state of energetic flux and consciousness, then applicably one can attune to the emotional interface thereafter, hence when walking around this treasure trove of an old business park, full of abandonment, discard and decay, I came across exposed light fixtures, wires hanging loose, damaged windows and broken sockets, it made me a little sad as I interacted with that energy; so I apply this interface into what I am attempting to convey, to thus affix a deeper adornment to an otherwise mundane image.
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! 😊
In a sun-dappled garden, young Eliza laid in the grass , her ears attuned to the delicate symphony of nature. Amidst the floral chorus, a tiny hummingbird flitted near, its wings a blur of iridescent magic. Entranced, Eliza leaned closer, her heart dancing to the bird's enchanting chatter. It spoke of secrets whispered among blossoms, of dreams woven into the threads of sunlight. With each flutter, it carried tales of forgotten lands and impossible adventures. Eliza giggled, imagining herself riding on its back, soaring through clouds and painting the sky with laughter. In that moment, she found kinship in the whimsy of nature's song.
Autumn fills me with a sense of conclusion. The death of summer marks the end of another year much more profoundly than watching a ball drop on New Year's Eve. The spectacular autumnal hues are simultaneously wonderful and sad. I marvel in their splendor but am saddened to watch them slip away with each passing day. These are things I've always felt at some level. It just seems more intense in recent years as I grow older, and perhaps become more sensitive to such things. Maybe attuned is a better word. My senses are much keener (at times anyway). I notice things I once missed. I appreciate things I once tossed over. Autumn in the cemetery brings on stunning visual metaphors for the passage of life. Generations have passed since this stone was set. Many decades worth of autumn leaves have erupted here, only to be swept away by the cold winds of December. The stone is weathered and the inscription faded. It's got perhaps a few years to go before it topples and cracks. The lifecycle grinds on.
Second in my series exploring a plowing championship in rural Ireland. These giant draft horses are so attuned to their job that just a spoken comment from their owner results in an immediate response.
Interdisciplinary artist Miya Ando reimagines the year 2023 not in days, but in flowers depicting the 72 seasons of the nature-based ancient Japanese system of time-telling. The installation comes to life through 72 chiffon banners suspended in the Winter Garden at Brookfield Place.
What if we measured time not in months, days, and hours, but in flowers? Flower Atlas, by Japanese and American artist Miya Ando, imagines such a world, representing 2023 in the form of 365 signature flowers in bloom each day somewhere on Earth. Soaring above visitors, the 72 banners create a moveable feast of tactile, temporal imagery. The installation allows guests to pinpoint dates by flower and season, in the process attuning them to the impermanence and interconnectedness of all living systems.
Ando’s work presents physical articulations of her contemplation of the cycles of nature and the passage of time, in which concept, image, and materials fuse to create totemic objects. Taking as their subject the fleeting phenomena of seasons, day, night, clouds, and tides, her sculptural work is rendered in ink, pigment, micronized silver, gold, mica, oil, or resin, effectively harnessing materials of permanence to express notions of transience.
To learn more about her artwork, click on the link:
Today's the last day of our heat wave and I'm seeing the clouds rush in as I type. This has definitely put me in a hopeful mood for some possible droplet pictures in the near future. Wow, I sure digressed from describing this photo.
Without any further adieu, please meet another one of my multi colored leaf friends. I can't seem to get away from this shrub. I could literally (and do) spend hours digging through its branches looking for unique shapes like this one. I'm in awe of all the beauty nature has to reveal. I hope my eyes will always be attuned to see life and the color she holds.
Be well ~ Beth =]
#macromondays #pareidolia
I decided to share this image for the upcoming #macromondays theme called #pareidolia
Pareidolia is a psychological phenomenon where people perceive familiar patterns, such as faces, animals, or objects, in random or ambiguous stimuli. It often occurs with visual cues, like seeing a face in the clouds or a shape in a rock formation, but it can also apply to sounds, such as hearing hidden messages in music played backward.
Key Characteristics of Pareidolia:
Pattern Recognition: The human brain is wired to find meaning in randomness, a survival trait that helps identify faces and potential threats quickly.
Ambiguous Stimuli: The trigger for pareidolia is often random or vague, such as shadows, textures, or sounds.
Common Examples:
Seeing a "man in the moon" or other shapes in celestial bodies.
Finding faces in everyday objects, like electrical outlets or toast.
Hearing voices or words in static or white noise.
Causes and Relevance:
Evolutionary Advantage: Our ancestors benefited from recognizing faces and dangers in their environment, which could explain why our brains are attuned to this kind of pattern recognition.
Neuroscience: Specific brain areas, such as the fusiform face area (FFA), are specialized in processing faces, which may lead to this phenomenon.
Art and Creativity: Artists often use pareidolia to spark imagination or design compelling works.
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Sun light, fog, and layers of majestic mountains exuding refreshing and tranquil mood in a pristine redwood forest.. Bathed in mountains is an extraordinary experience in attuning oneself to the nature.
Here's a big blurry box next to a lamp. The box was blurry in real life.
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'Attuned'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: 3.8/90mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Seattle, Washington
December 2021
Excerpt from www.brampton.ca/EN/Arts-Culture-Tourism/CulturalSrvs/Page...:
Artist: Various Artists
Category: Murals
Address: 70 Main Street North, Brampton
A compilation of 7 artworks commissioned by Beaux Arts on behalf of the City of Brampton:
Sonia Farquarson - The Arts of Music
Rebecca Baccardax - Cosmic Dancers
Kelly McNeil - Wilderness View
Aparna Rangnekar - Attunement
Steve Wilson - Fun Fact in Concert
Margaret Pardy - Canada Goose Times Four
Georgia Fullerton - Express Yourself
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taken in Salford, Manchester, Lancashire.
Named after the Greek god of wind, Aeolus – Acoustic Wind Pavilion is a giant instrument and optical sculpture, crafted by Luke Jerram.
It was singing away in Canary Wharf, Aeolus allows wind to resonate through polished steel tubes and along vibrating strings attached to the tubes.
The hum produced is attuned to the aeolian scale and registers even in the lowest of winds, creating a soundscape of the environment throughout the day.
The pavilion itself is a remarkable feat of elegant engineering as each protrusion reflects the sky light to the centre of the harp-like structure combining the particular nuances of light and sound into a quite beautiful and situationally unique performance.
With love to you and thank you for ALL your faves and comments, M, (* _ *)
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Creosote, Early Evening Light. © Copyright 2022 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
Soft evening light on creosote growing in windblown unes at Death Valley National Park.
Desert light (like that in quite a few other places) can go through a remarkable transformation late its the day, a transformation that mirrors the one taking place in the morning. In the middle of the day, the light is often quite intense, rather bluish (from that gigantic light panel we call the “sky), and the landscape is full of harsh contrasts between highlights and shadows. At some point in the very late afternoon, assuming a cooperative surrounding landscape and the right weather conditions, the light imperceptibly begins to soften and warm in color. If you were not attuned to this you might not notice at first, but eventually it becomes obvious as the process accelerates and intensifies, producing a sort of “crescendo of light” that often peaks just before it ends.
I made this photograph somewhere in the middle of that cycle — far enough along that the color has definitely warmed, but not so late that the full sunset redness has arrived. At this point the light changes rapidly, and features that I had not noticed suddenly become interesting. I often find myself working quite quickly at this point — perhaps in contrast to how some people imagine landscape photography works. In these situations I often like to work with zoom lenses with long focal lengths. This allows me to quickly respond to things I see at varying distances, to isolate smaller sections of the landscape, and to quickly try out different compositional ideas.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
Della was at a bit of a loss today when we went out back in all the new fallen snow.
She didn’t know what to do all by herself. ( Her brother Tug passed away in middle of the night during the blizzard. There is a photo on my photo stream of Tug to explain what happened. ) I went back inside and brought one of her new Christmas toys outside and got her to run around a bit. I even shoveled out some pathways for her because the snow was so deep. She did run around a little and caught the Baby Yoda frisbee but her heart didn’t seem into it. I can see I’m going to have to be brave for her even though I’m sad. While I think dogs do miss their siblings when they lose them I think they are very attuned to their people and if their person is upset they will be too.
Thank you all so much for you kind and thoughtful comments about Tug. It’s heartwarming to know he was loved by so many people all over the world.
I am not too sure what I think about log cabins, I have always rather enjoyed the adventure using a tent. Maybe it's about being attuned to my primitive inner male.
Hey guys,
this is no actual picture, but maybe this picture will attune you to the upcoming winter :)
A healthy Black Bear uses her eyes, ears, and especially her nose to detect salmon moving upstream to spawn along the BC coast. Hours can go by with very little action; it takes just the right conditions to induce the salmon to run their river. The bears know this and will wait all day. When the action does begin, the calorie payoff can be huge.
Those of you who have been following my work for at least a couple of years may recognize this as Georgina, the World's Coolest Bear. Working with her was not quite like having a pet bear, but close. She is a predator, but she also understands boundaries: bears on one side of the river, people on the other. Yes, we can all get along. A good starting point is to have a healthy respect, but no fear. I photographed this bear two summers in a row (Mel and others have been around her much longer than that), and not once did I have a twinge of doubt or feel unsafe in her presence. Wildlife are very attuned to our body language and whatever scent we give off, and they respond accordingly. My time with the coastal Black Bears ranks very high among the peak wildlife photo adventures of my life!
Photographed on the wild coast of British Columbia (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2019 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The Zodiac Series continues with Virgo!
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Virgo is an earth sign historically represented by the goddess of wheat and agriculture, an association that speaks to Virgo’s deep-rooted presence in the material world. Virgos are logical, practical, and systematic in their approach to life. This earth sign is a perfectionist at heart and isn’t afraid to improve skills through diligent and consistent practice. Virgo rules the digestive system, which makes these earth signs especially attuned to the ingredients that make up a whole — in food and in everything else. They're hyper-aware of every detail.
Virgo is governed by Mercury, the messenger planet of communication. A Virgo deals with information like a computer, transforming even the most jumbled set of information into organized, clear concepts. Though Virgos long to be meticulous in all pursuits, they must remember that constantly chasing after the ideal can be destructive when applied to self or others. Beauty exists within our imperfections and it’s important for Virgos to learn that flaws are not defects.
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An Anatolian Shepherd Dog is a rugged, imposing flock guardian of ancient lineage. Protective and territorial, but also intelligent, patient, and profoundly loyal, these muscular avengers are prized as working guard dogs without equal. The Anatolian Shepherd Dog stands between 27 and 29 inches at the shoulder and can weigh as much as 150 pounds. Profusely muscled but nimble afoot, Anatolians are more than a match for the predators and harsh terrain of their homeland. Anatolians descend from some of the oldest known domestic-canine bloodlines. This lends the breed a sense of timelessness, a no-frills, untouched quality that takes us back 6,000 years to the Bronze Age. Anatolians are smart, devoted, responsive, and adaptable. They will protect their flock, livestock, children, smaller dogs, even the family cat with intensity. Anatolian owners must be strong leaders, willing and able to handle a dog as dominating and demanding as he is calm and loving.
The dog (Canis familiaris when considered a distinct species or Canis lupus familiaris when considered a subspecies of the wolf) is a domesticated carnivore of the family Canidae. It is part of the wolf-like canids, and is the most widely abundant terrestrial carnivore. The dog and the extant gray wolf are sister taxa as modern wolves are not closely related to the wolves that were first domesticated, which implies that the direct ancestor of the dog is extinct. The dog was the first species to be domesticated, and has been selectively bred over millennia for various behaviors, sensory capabilities, and physical attributes. Their long association with humans has led dogs to be uniquely attuned to human behavior and they are able to thrive on a starch-rich diet that would be inadequate for other canids. Dogs vary widely in shape, size and colors. They perform many roles for humans, such as hunting, herding, pulling loads, protection, assisting police and military, companionship and, more recently, aiding disabled people and therapeutic roles. This influence on human society has given them the sobriquet of man's best friend. 36470
Luna emerged into another vast subterranean world with rock formations towering far above her. She felt quite alone, as Grinelda had decided to wait behind.
As she looked around, two swirling towers of mist and light, slowly materialised at the far end of the cave. Luna stood mesmerized as the towers pulsed and swayed to the beat of her own heart. Gradually they shifted shape, forming into strange light forms and gentle faces that beckoned her forward.
As she approached them, images flashed through her mind - memories of the moon, its people and its secrets. She saw the struggles of the first settlers, the growth of Moon City and a kaleidoscope of dramas unfolding through the years.
Then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the lights dissipated, leaving Luna standing alone in the cave.
But somehow she felt changed, more attuned to the mysteries of this strange new world and her place within it.
You can read the story sequentially in the Luna album or in the Neural Narrative Collective blog.
Perched in the hush before sundown, a Great Horned Owl waits in my yard—still as dusk itself. Its amber eyes scan the fading light, attuned to the stirrings of the Sonoran desert, where nightfall awakens a hidden world. Soon, the hunt begins, and the desert hums with life.
Pinal County, AZ
Dance of Life
by R.S. Mallari (SpK)
Life flows through the stream of time
With it are memories linked to our past
It may hit decaying leaves and sharp rocks
But definitely it will reach the shore line
Be like the water, always finding its way
Against obstacles it passes through somehow
Life is like a dance, it is choreographed
It must be synchronized with the music
Be attune with the beat so it will jive
But getting into the groove is a hard task
You are the choreographer of your life
Make it the way you want it to be
Upon reaching the shore of success
Bring with you the experiences of the voyage
Tell stories, as if you were a captain of a ship
And when the dance is over and done
Let those who have watched, feel the groove
Life itself will continue to flow
And new dances will abound
Sometimes, the most extraordinary treasures reveal themselves in the most unexpected of places, weaving magic into the tapestry of everyday life. Picture strolling along a deserted beach, the rhythmic waves your only companions, when suddenly, nestled in the sand, you unearth a collection of long-lost Christmas ornaments. The vibrant hues and delicate glimmer of the forgotten decorations against the backdrop of the vast, empty shoreline create a scene of enchantment. Similarly, in the symphony of mundane conversations, there's the potential to discover a friend—an unexpected gem amidst the ordinary chatter. A chance encounter, a shared laugh, or a moment of genuine connection can transform an ordinary exchange into the discovery of a kindred spirit. Life, much like a treasure hunt, often rewards those who keep their senses attuned to the unexpected wonders hidden in the folds of the everyday.
Either these birds are more plentiful this winter than years past or I have become better attuned to finding them. Several birds were very actively looking for food, they are challenging to photograph as they are constantly on the move.
Curious and gentle by nature, these Rahi are favored pets among Ga-Matoran. Thanks to their latent elemental attunement to gravity, they rise and sink at will despite being exceptionally heavy for their size. Trained Honu are occasionally used to help stabilize and anchor larger fishing vessels.
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Built for #Shelltember - after hearing of yet another monthly theme tied to cute amphibian animals pop up in the wake of Time for Crab and Frogust, I knew I had to participate. Unfortunately no SHIPtember for me this year!
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The word “asceticism” derives from the Greek term for physical exercise, such as athletic practice. The idea of training the soul to virtue by disciplining the body is fundamental to monastic theory. Here, Christian monasticism provided a distinct and original anthropology. In many Greco-Roman theories the purpose of “philosophic” asceticism was to purify the soul of the body’s influence. . . . In its purest form the Christian concept of ascesis seeks not the liberation of the soul from the body but the integration of the person, spiritually and materially. Ascesis was thus a manner of disciplining the body and training the mind by prayers, vigils and fasting, until the whole person was attuned to his or her best ability to hear and obey the voice of God.
-John McGuckin, “Monasticism,” in The Blackwell Dictionary of Eastern Christianity, ed. Ken Parry, David J. Melling, Dimitri Brady, and Sidney H. Griffin (Oxford: Wiley-Blackwell, 1999), 321.
Amidst the vast, icy expanse, a formidable sight unfolds as the mama polar bear rises on her hind legs, a towering sentinel of the frozen realm. In this moment, the wild takes on an almost mythical resonance, echoing the primal instincts etched in the tapestry of nature. The towering stature of the bear signals a dual purpose: a testament to her strength and a strategic vantage point to survey the Arctic landscape for potential threats or prey. This act, both majestic and utilitarian, mirrors the complex dance of maternal instincts woven across species. In the human and animal kingdoms alike, mothers stand as guardians, their primal instincts attuned to protect and nurture. The upright stance of the polar bear resonates with the shared essence of motherhood, where strength and vigilance converge, transcending the boundaries of ice and human experience.
Brizo is known as both a dream goddess and a goddess of the ocean within the Greek pantheon. The Greek Myth Index indicates that she was a prophetic goddess whose Greek name stems from the word “brizein” which means “to fall asleep”. Her prophecies were delivered through dreams after her worshippers fell asleep. Brizo’s oracle would then interpret the dreams.. She was particularly attuned to prayers regarding ocean navigation and fishing.
Happened to be walking past a woodland pond last month when I encountered this amazing scene. In an instant, the entire purpose of my hike was forgotten as the universe opened this unexpected door. Years ago I probably would have proceeded bull-headedly on my way, either perturbed by the seeming distraction, or oblivious to its magic. The new me is far more attuned to the cues provided to me by a universe that seems ever-more determined that I experience these moments. The true beauty of this process is that the more I heed these cues, the more I am provided. In this moment my eye went straight to the glow of reflected sunlight dancing on the thin layer of ice that had formed on the pond as a result of a sudden cold snap. The dappled sunlight should have caused a visual tension as it veered back and forth between pitched shadow and the soft light of a late winter afternoon. But instead of conflict all I could sense was the peaceful harmony of light, shadow, and the wispy remains of last summer ornamental grass.
As long as you don’t make any sudden moves, most of the birds will completely disregard me and my camera if they are busy tracking some tasty treat. These Yellow-crowned Night Herons are usually pretty laid back when it comes to allowing people to violate their space on the bayou. This one walked right up to me and right by the canoe as I wailed away on the shutter. They are more attuned to movement and not noise. Capture made on Horsepen Bayou.
Busy day, but I’ll try to catch up with everyone before I nod off.
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Did you think the same as me?
that day artfully repossessing today
fitfully, encapsulating a feeling
as the cumulus pass passacaglia-style
ever-changing surrounds
partisans of four seasons
the art of the play of light
in the shape of illuminated night
hearken to the breeze in flight
circumjacent attends a vocal sight
it's a magnate of nature's making
summer refinery and autumnal panoply
weave in and out of your mind
embracing a magnificent triune;
ourselves, nature, and a time to attune.
by anglia24
15h15: 01/09/2007
© 2007anglia24
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Contemplation is simply this: the practice of becoming aware of ourselves as living in communion with God, with the natural world, and with one another. Contemplation is the art of being awake of being deeply attuned to reality, here, in the present moment.
-Christopher Pramuk, At Play in Creation
Himinglæva is a sculpture made of stainless-steel made by Icelandic sculptor Elín Hansdóttir, unveiled in 2022 outside the Harpa concert hall in Reykjavík. It’s a work of art that is not only meant to be seen, but also heard. An “Aeolian harp,” the sculpture is designed to produce sonic overtones as the wind travels through it—although I didn’t perceive any on the blustery day on which I photographed it.
Although it is known in English as ‘Wind Harp’, its Icelandic name of ‘Himinglæva’ comes from Norse mythology, and means “transparent, shining, and small wave.”
In Norse mythology, sailors who sensed the power of the wind and waves around them assumed that the mythical figure Himinglæva was embodying the water and propelling their vessels across the ocean. Alluding metaphorically to this legend, the harp is designed to attune the viewer to the natural forces around them. The shape is based on a Lissajous figure, representing the shape of light beams reflected through vibrating tuning forks. The sounds it produces change based on the force of the wind travelling through it.
Harpa (Icelandic for Harp) is a concert hall and conference centre in Reykjavík, Iceland. The opening concert was held on 4 May 2011. The building features a distinctive colored glass facade inspired by the basalt landscape of Iceland
It was designed by the Danish firm Henning Larsen Architects in co-operation with Danish-Icelandic artist Olafur Eliasson. The structure consists of a steel framework clad with geometric shaped glass panels of different colours.
Construction started in 2007 but was halted with the start of the financial crisis. The completion of the structure was uncertain until the government decided in 2008 to fully fund the rest of the construction costs for the half-built concert hall. For several years it was the only construction project in existence in Iceland. The building was given its name on the Day of Icelandic Music on 11 December 2009, prior to which it was called Reykjavík Concert Hall and Conference Centre (Icelandic: Tónlistar- og ráðstefnuhúsið í Reykjavík). The building is the first purpose-built concert hall in Reykjavík and it was developed in consultation with artistic advisor Vladimir Ashkenazy and international consultant Jasper Parrott of HarrisonParrott. It houses the Iceland Symphony Orchestra and the offices of The Icelandic Opera.
In 2013, the building won the European Union's Mies van der Rohe award for contemporary architecture.
The glass façade of the building consists of 714 LED lights, 486 in the eastern part of the building and 228 in the western part. These lights usually display video works designed by Olafur Eliasson, and sometimes other artists
This description incorporates text from the English Wikipedia.
An Anatolian Shepherd Dog is a rugged, imposing flock guardian of ancient lineage. Protective and territorial, but also intelligent, patient, and profoundly loyal, these muscular avengers are prized as working guard dogs without equal. The Anatolian Shepherd Dog stands between 27 and 29 inches at the shoulder and can weigh as much as 150 pounds. Profusely muscled but nimble afoot, Anatolians are more than a match for the predators and harsh terrain of their homeland. Anatolians descend from some of the oldest known domestic-canine bloodlines. This lends the breed a sense of timelessness, a no-frills, untouched quality that takes us back 6,000 years to the Bronze Age. Anatolians are smart, devoted, responsive, and adaptable. They will protect their flock, livestock, children, smaller dogs, even the family cat with intensity. Anatolian owners must be strong leaders, willing and able to handle a dog as dominating and demanding as he is calm and loving.
The dog (Canis familiaris when considered a distinct species or Canis lupus familiaris when considered a subspecies of the wolf) is a domesticated carnivore of the family Canidae. It is part of the wolf-like canids, and is the most widely abundant terrestrial carnivore. The dog and the extant gray wolf are sister taxa as modern wolves are not closely related to the wolves that were first domesticated, which implies that the direct ancestor of the dog is extinct. The dog was the first species to be domesticated, and has been selectively bred over millennia for various behaviors, sensory capabilities, and physical attributes. Their long association with humans has led dogs to be uniquely attuned to human behavior and they are able to thrive on a starch-rich diet that would be inadequate for other canids. Dogs vary widely in shape, size and colors. They perform many roles for humans, such as hunting, herding, pulling loads, protection, assisting police and military, companionship and, more recently, aiding disabled people and therapeutic roles. This influence on human society has given them the sobriquet of man's best friend. 36469
It wasn't a dark and stormy night; rather, a mild winter day with light sublime. About an hour after photographing a bison herd in the Frenchman River Valley (see yesterday's post), we made it to the southernmost extent of drivable roads in the park. That was not guaranteed, as the remote roads often get clogged with snow in winter. But not yet. We were ecstatic.
Not solo this time, I was with my pal Madonna, the writer, and my buddy George, the videographer. We are all similarly attuned to prairie nuances and we all feel a deep connection to the land - so the company could not have been better. We wandered separately for a bit, and when I caught up with Madonna, she said, "You have to come and see the view over here." I had stood on this spot many times, but it's always different.
Evening was upon us. Last light of the day. We could see for miles in the clear air. This is the view south, across the border hills, toward Montana. The air temperature was hovering around the freezing mark - quite balmy for a winter day on the Canadian prairie. Being outside was not at all uncomfortable. A fantastic evening!
We drove home slowly in the dark, not wanting to hit an animal. Coyotes wailed, mule deer were everywhere, and there were occasional cottontails and hares, one badger, and a raccoon that ran ahead of my car for a while before finally deciding to head to the ditch for safety. Stars spangled the dark sky. A perfect close to a perfect day.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2024 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Interior designing, interior decoration or decor is a practice concerned with anything that is found inside a space - walls, windows, doors, finishes, textures, light, furnishings and furniture. All of these elements are used by interior designers to develop a functional, safe, and aesthetically pleasing space for a building's user.
The work of an interior designer draws upon many disciplines including environmental psychology, architecture, product design, and traditional decoration (aesthetics and cosmetics). They plan the spaces of almost every type of building including: hotels, corporate spaces, schools, hospitals, private residences, shopping malls, restaurants, theaters, and airport terminals. Today, interior designers must be attuned to architectural detailing including: floor plans, home renovations, and construction codes.
Camera: Canon EOS 50D
Aperture: f/8
Focal Length: 18 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Location: my house
P.S not edited =)
Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves
Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous
Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steedèd and páshed—qúite
Disremembering, dísmémbering ' áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! ' Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
Off hér once skéined stained véined variety ' upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds—black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these ' twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Amidst the emerald hush, a path unfolds—
A whispered secret etched in moss and gold.
Each leaf, a page turned by the wind’s soft hand,
Revealing tales of seasons’ quiet command.
Here, shadows dance upon the dappled floor,
Their veils concealing mysteries galore.
Beneath the ancient boughs, a silent plea:
“Walk softly, seeker; tread with reverie.”
The sun, a timid guest through leafy lace,
Illuminates forgotten footsteps’ trace.
And as you wander, heart attuned to rhyme,
Perhaps you’ll glimpse eternity, in time.
For in this veiled passage, secrets bloom—
A whispered promise, woven in the gloom.
And every step you take, a whispered prayer:
“May wonder guide you, seeker, everywhere.
I watched this young man (by comparison) maneuvering his kayak in the rapids last Saturday and was struck by how completely at ease he appeared, attuned to the tumultuous water, responding deftly with appropriate effort but not more.
♪ In the clouds ♪
When the guitars of the sky play
in varying forms and notes
you become attuned so merrily
speaking, your breath unquotes
the day now surpassed, it's left
twilight holds a mesial consciousness
like the attic where old mistletoe lingers
the cirrus of atmospheric faithlessness
no dream can fade as quickly as reality
nightime being the hurdle of thought
sleep has merely a halo of life
within lies a deep mystery uncaught...
and so turning-in, a meditative arch resounds
under serein bewilderment
this time of day knows no bounds
we are light and night in sequent...
by anglia24
22h00: 03/06/2007
© 2007anglia24
What do you see?
tell me
show me
what do you feel?
hovering about thyself
as if our own bodily self
what can it be?
ethereal visions
mirrors of past actions
what will it teach?
anything unknown
a touchtone into the spiritual zone
will we still be here?
in the sentimental sunshine
for one quest of hope to assign
will tomorrow ever come?
the answers of unfailing yesterdays
in the presence of timeless sceneries
will it last as you or I?
a reflection of a coffee cup sky
radiates in the warm sip of handheld reply
what if I am afraid?
the cheers of dawn will encourage you
the light of love will ensue
what if we get lost?
taste the psychedelic kaleidoscopic rush of life
it whispers every inch of the way beyond life
what about environmental stagefright?
enwrap your trepidation in natural diamond-shaped vistas
allow the ear drums to attune to nature's choral verses
what if...?
allow interruption of the senses in good time
a flotilla of floating imagination in it's beautifying prime
climb to the hilltop of your unconquered nervousness
a view awaits like nothing ever before seen in your own heart
crash the course of fear without a second's thought of hindrances rampart
you are, after all, charting your own destiny
never your brother's keeper
but rather the one to work your own wonder.
by anglia24
10h40: 09/04/2008
©2008anglia24
Moraine Lake at sunset
1.13.18 - Almost 12 years after I took this photo it's still my most popular on Flickr. I decided finally today to replace the old 700 pixel photo (lol) with something more attuned to today's display technology!
Update: Since this is my most popular photo, many people have asked me if I photoshopped the hell out of it or how I got the colors so vibrant and captured the range of exposures here. For one - I used a circular polarizer that allowed me to keep the shutter open longer - which obviously saturates the photo, and really added to the reflection you see in the lake. The lake really is that color, mostly from the amount of glacial silt that is suspended in the lake. I used a very light graduated neutral density filter for the top part of the image to keep the range intact, but the light on the mountains really looked that beautiful and soft.
As for photoshop, I added a slight amout of contrast, while just barely lighting up the darker elements.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments.