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The day awoke radiant to the sound of the Robin
Then all of a sudden a colder front appeared
On the horizon to bring down the curtain
On a long-lost age of vagueness, for certainty's sake
Summarised best by a morning sip of Lipton
On with the Bretagne flavour before the apricot Sun
Fades into oblivion on the 17th like a wayward swing
For critical acclaim wasn't in the forecast
Nor does it appear to be in the offing
Just a neglected pipeline for the economic gutter so downcast
Neither here nor there, or indeed anywhere I haven't seen
Like bread without spread swallowing hard before a foretaste
Of the Winter in wait, placid by name, impolite by Nature
It has icicle claws that see through every defence
Of the fallen crown that leaves nothing to the chance of human conjecture
And by She I will stand! beside Her very evident allure
Spoken tongues seduce the hidden language
Undefinable something's that come with her heaving attraction
I ebb where She flows the Autumnal tumble of dicing figurative's
The number's up, and it's always Hers to collect by abstraction
Her Autumn stance is suggestive, as she wears less and less
From a breeze She let's slip another precious item of Summer's past fashion
That catalogue forever recyclable will return to favour someday
For now, the November Princess is almost nude, yet glowing
Her golden boughs embraced by a mischievous sunrise display
Of affectionate lust or is just a yearning for Her undiscovered départements
The one of her western extreme, of Oceanic dream and theme
She is my Finistère; of cuisine and shipping, of navigable broadcast
Now made naked by one subtle gust, November eyes Her arousal
The icy wind undressed Her thighs so presently Her beauty is unsurpassed
Exposed to whatever elements may be, Her survival is my revival
Of nothing, so much as nothing has a chance
To stand in the way of love, because, to love and never give-in
Is the landscape, the painting, of belief and faith,
And the prize that can only ever truly be found within.
by anglia24
10h00: 16/11/2008
©2008anglia24
The day awoke radiant to the sound of the Robin
Then all of a sudden a colder front appeared
On the horizon to bring down the curtain
On a long-lost age of vagueness, for certainty's sake
Summarised best by a morning sip of Lipton
On with the Bretagne flavour before the apricot Sun
Fades into oblivion on the 17th like a wayward swing
For critical acclaim wasn't in the forecast
Nor does it appear to be in the offing
Just a neglected pipeline for the economic gutter so downcast
Neither here nor there, or indeed anywhere I haven't seen
Like bread without spread swallowing hard before a foretaste
Of the Winter in wait, placid by name, impolite by Nature
It has icicle claws that see through every defence
Of the fallen crown that leaves nothing to the chance of human conjecture
And by She I will stand! beside Her very evident allure
Spoken tongues seduce the hidden language
Undefinable something's that come with her heaving attraction
I ebb where She flows the Autumnal tumble of dicing figurative's
The number's up, and it's always Hers to collect by abstraction
Her Autumn stance is suggestive, as she wears less and less
From a breeze She let's slip another precious item of Summer's past fashion
That catalogue forever recyclable will return to favour someday
For now, the November Princess is almost nude, yet glowing
Her golden boughs embraced by a mischievous sunrise display
Of affectionate lust or is just a yearning for Her undiscovered départements
The one of her western extreme, of Oceanic dream and theme
She is my Finistère; of cuisine and shipping, of navigable broadcast
Now made naked by one subtle gust, November eyes Her arousal
The icy wind undressed Her thighs so presently Her beauty is unsurpassed
Exposed to whatever elements may be, Her survival is my revival
Of nothing, so much as nothing has a chance
To stand in the way of love, because, to love and never give-in
Is the landscape, the painting, of belief and faith,
And the prize that can only ever truly be found within.
by anglia24
10h00: 17/11/2008
©2008anglia24
Doc and I awoke to a beautiful crisp morning, with the outside temperature settled in at 37 degrees F. Doc decided it was a good morning to once again tackle our huge winters supply of wood - by splitting and stacking as much as he could by lunchtime. By the time we got around to sitting down to eat - it was well after one o'clock in the afternoon. With that in mind - we then refer to our late lunch, as "linner".
Big meaty ribs - mashed potatoes floating in butter - and green beans to add a healthy element to our meal. LOL
This morning I awoke to the most beautiful, peaceful New England scene. I LOVE this time of year with the bare bones of winter. These ice crystal formations on our garage window overlooking our yard fascinate me!
In a previous post I have captured a very amateurish video of the gentle snowfall and the birds singing and tweeting, as if to celebrate the heat wave of 20º!
This scene followed after I awoke to find what appeared to be clouds of a monsoon. I breathed a little easier hoping that I had indeed missed the khareef and just see the results of several months of the monsoon in Oman.
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Awoke today to a misty morning and planned to head out with the camera. However, plans were quickly curtailed with an unexpected trip to Aberdeen required. I decided to put the gear in the boot on the off-chance of seeing something en-route but it was just beyond Keith on my way home before I stopped to capture this scene with the sun making a muted appearance through the clag.
Up until this particular morning, the sunrises had been pretty dark and cloudy. As the storm made its way through, I awoke to a spectacular display of color.
Awoke this morning to an incredible scene, the village looked like an enchanted kingdom after heavy overnight snow. A blast of arctic air swept in behind the snow, creating blizzard like effects. I ventured down to the local cemetery where I found virgin snow, no vehicle tracks, not even one footstep. I was the first one in and felt privileged to have solitary access. Everywhere I looked the wind-driven snow swirled about creating weird drifts and patterns in the snow. The early morning sun provided wonderful contrast. I was totally snow-blind in these conditions, unable to see even a single pixel in the review screen. I just bracketed heavily and hoped for the best. This was one of the takeaway images. The shutter snapped just as I was hit with a blast of wind and snow. You can see movement yet there's just enough background clarity to anchor the shot. An added bonus are those two snow rollers at the lower right (and two smaller ones above and to the right of them). Never even saw them until post processing.
The morning of my birthday I awoke early at 5am and as it was clear I decided to take a test shot. I saw a faint glow but I didn't think it going to develop into such a lovely aurora 20 minutes later. I woke my wife and we both stood gazing at it in our pijamas as the it rippled quickly over head.
I awoke later than usual, probably because of the clocks changing on Sunday. Taken at 7:30 AM from my living room in Toronto.
The forecast called for overcast skies clearing mid-morning. I awoke at 2am, ventured outside, and saw a clear starry sky. Getting excited with the chance of capturing the Milky Way in clear skies, I texted a fellow photographer, packed my gear, and drove to Makapuu Beach. I had the place to myself. While photographing, the police came to check the parking area and stopped by my car. They got out with flashlights and seemed to be inspecting it. I walked over and asked them if there was something wrong, and they told me that my safety inspection had expired in October and I was in violation. They checked my identification, and after I assured them I would get the vehicle inspected, they let me off with a warning, and I went back to capturing the Milky Way. The vehicle has since been inspected.
Ah, December. This year we're celebrating for Sofie, and she awoke this morning to a little tree in her playroom, a letter from Santa and an advent calendar.
In the space of a few hours there were some suspiciously open windows on the calendar (thankfully not chocolate), a stern telling off regarding swinging the tree decorations around the room, and a feeling in both our minds of "how are we going to make it to Christmas?".
Cue a trip to Rochester Castle with friends. Picture slightly enhanced, but she really was hanging off the rings - mummy revenge was sweet.
Day 1 of my 2009 Advent Calendar.
(#1 on Explore! Wow!)
I awoke about 2am on the night of a full moon and the sky was amazingly clear... the moonbeams casting shadows among everything they hit. Stars sparkles brightly #iphonexsmax #psexpress
I awoke early yesterday to find fog outside our new village. I tried to get to a high level viewpoint but alas the stunning low laying mists were veiled by incoming haar from the east. I managed to drop down and capture this view of Gartmore with the Mentiths behind.
The next morning, when he awoke, I brushed his nose, gave him a cup of tea with cream and sugar and drew him a map to the 100 Aker Wood. Then he drew one for me. His was, of course, more accurate. We took his route. It was a beautiful day.
~ texture by SkeletalMess
We awoke to fog and beautiful ice crystals on the trees and bushes today. This tree really is called a Spiny Oak - but the crystals add an exclamation point.
The tenuous layers of remembrance upon waking from a dream lingers in a time free zone simultaneously flashing images of imminent clarity and grasping fuzziness destined to fade with the oncoming day.
I am revisiting this image. I've been rummaging through my archives. Had forgotten about this one and am kind of enjoying rediscovering it.
HSS
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The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
A voice out of the silence of the deep,
A sound mysteriously multiplied
As of a cataract from the mountain's side,
Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep.
So comes to us at times, from the unknown
And inaccessible solitudes of being,
The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul;
And inspirations, that we deem our own,
Are some divine foreshadowing and foreseeing
Of things beyond our reason or control.
'The Sound of The Sea.'
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon, Canada
Journey of Tombstone Mountains:
Day 8 Shark Tooth
When we awoke at 6 Am there were no clouds in the sky. I was originally hesitant about leaving and wanted to stay, but Jiajia reminded me that we stayed to take more photos, not to stay around the camp and relax. So we ran out for a quick batch of photos before lunch.
When we came back for lunch we had to start figuring out how we would ration out our food since we extended our trip for 2 days without the necessary food provisions. It was a difficult task but we were willing to make the sacrifices to ensure that we could stay the extra days without endangering our lives.
After lunch we split up and Edcool and I went back to Divide to shoot Shark tooth. We stopped at Mt. Frank Rae along the way since Marc had told us about it previously. We returned to the spot that we had marked the previous day and got to the big field of stones before us. We tirelessly sought a way down the treacherous pass and after an hour of searching finally made it down.
By the time we made it down it was dark already and we hurried to find an appropriate spot to setup our cameras. Originally we were disappointed because the auroras weren’t oriented properly. Then the clouds started to roll in. But our patience paid off, because after the cloud cleared the milky way was revealed to us. We continued shooting till 3 AM hoping for the aurora to return, but alas we weren’t fortunate enough that night.
I thought we had a hard time getting to the lake, but the journey back was the real challenge. We tried using mobile apps to track the path we used to get down, but in the mountains the GPS doesn’t work too well. We would often veer off trail and ended up taking a tortuous path as we waded through the frigid mountains in the dark. Although it was a challenge we made it back and were rewarded: as I turned back to admire the challenging path we had just traversed, I saw a beautiful sky filled with sparkling stars above a pristine Divide lake shining like a giant sapphire under the face of the mountains.
This photo was taken at that night when milky way was visible. Still you can see some clouds there.
Day 1:
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Day 2:
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Day 3:
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Day 4:
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Day 5:
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Day 6:
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Day 7:
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We awoke to low cloud and mist at our camp (3,730 m, 12,238 ft.) at Barshung Dzong (aka Barshong Dzong), high above the true left bank of the Thimphu Chu (Thimphu River) in Jigme Dorji National Park, on the 9th day of our Chomolhari Trek. I took this shot looking up the valley from our camp when cliffs on the true right side of the river were revealed as the mist burned off.
SOLD
i dreamt the pandemic was over but when i awoke, it wasn't
art on wood: acrylic paint, metallic paint, collage
18" X 12"
feb. 2022
jennifer beinhacker
jenniferbeinhacker.com
art outside the edge
I awoke to darkness and the scent of ancient musk,
Gossamer and candles dim,
Coupled with retreating dusk...
We awoke to cloudy skies, so we hiked the trail above Skogafoss. 22 waterfalls in 2 miles, very sureal. When we came back down, it was sunny, so we pulled out our camp chairs, enjoyed a local beer and just watched the crowds come and go snapping pictures. We figured out if you got in the "mist zone" you could capture a double rainbow. But, you had to be quick or you would get totatlly soaked in a matter of seconds.
Pigeons Recognize Human Faces. If you shoo a pigeon, that bird is likely to remember you and know to stay out of your way the next time you cross paths, according to a new study. Researchers found that wild, untrained pigeons can recognize individual people's faces and are not fooled by a change of clothes.
Awoke at 0600 to see if I could shoot ducks. The incredibly few I saw were so skittish I never had a chance.
Frost, on the other hand, runs away a bit more slowly.
HDR from 3 hand-held exposures
Awoke to a winter wonderland this morning. Only problem is we're a month into spring. And an unseasonably mild one at that. I've already mowed the lawn several times. And marveled at fruit trees in full bloom. And watched the mergence of tree leaves well ahead of the normal schedule. Nature is good for that though. Disrupting timetables. Creating chaos at the drop of a hat. And then moving on as if it never happened. In the big picture, this will just be a minor blip in the progression of seasons. May boil down to just a few hours really before the snow melts. I could see degradation in the snow cover even in the short interval between awakening from deep sleep and standing in the midst of a woodland, camera in hand. I wanted the full wonderland experience, and this time of year you need to move quickly for that. The slightest hint of sun or even bright clouds at this point in April quickly melts away that frosty coating. Snow behaves differently now than in winter. It's very selective as to what it adheres to. Grass and branches get coated, along with parked cars. Open meadows resist snow while adjacent parcels get coated in white. The result is an odd patchwork quilt effect. Roads and sidewalks remain bare as they contain too much residual heat potential from recent warm days. The snow takes on a greenish cast not evident in winter as snow has settled on leaves and grass that did not exist back in December. This pond is normally a dull, non-reflective sheet of ice in winter, but now appears as reflective as a gazing ball. Even now as I write this, just a couple hours later, most of this snow has already melted and the scene is returning to normal. But for these few magic minutes, the normal appeared utterly surreal.
We are in the dark days of winter now. It was 23 F. degrees below zero when I awoke this morning. (Twenty miles away from our cabin it is 37 F. degrees below.) I looked ahead at the weather forecast, and I see that we will remain in subzero temperatures for the rest of the month.
This is the time of year that we spend a lot of our time, tending to the wood stove, baking our favorite cookies, snuggling up with a good book, watching the football games leading up to the Superbowl, and keeping an eye on all of the thermometers that are remotely placed in our outbuildings, that transmit the data to us inside. With a water shed, that is of the utmost importance.
Frostbite and hypothermia are another cause for concern at extreme temperatures - so Doc Doolittle has to get his outside chores done in a hurry. I see him as he quickly feeds the birds, then hustles to check on the out buildings, and then he will grab a couple of arm loads of wood to place in the bin by our wood stove for the day. By the end of the month we will be excited to see the temperatures rise above zero. It will feel downright spring like.
The sun will rise at 10:04 AM today, and set at 3:31 PM.
Wishing everyone a happy weekend.
( I took this photo as Doc and I were driving on the Richardson Highway toward the Tazlina Trading Post. It was captured at 11:00 AM and it was mighty cold.)
I awoke at six o'clock this morning, and discovered an overnight guest had been sleeping outside of my bedroom window. She is a very large cow moose, and she seems to be all alone. If she did have a calf, a predator must have gotten it. Sadly that happens a lot here in Alaska.
*(I grabbed my closest camera and discovered it had about 3% left in the battery. Since we are still below zero - I didn't feel like bundling up and wading through snow to capture Mrs. Moose - and since my windows are frozen shut at the moment - I had no choice but to grab this shot through a double paned window. But for some people that may never see this view from their own window - I thought I'd share it anyway.)
3/365 - The Motorcycle Industry - "The Lost Weekend"
I awoke a skeleton in a baby's arms
She sighed, "Darling, we are all dealing with this,
In a different way"
So I cry and put my head in my hands
And I dreamt about that storm that's gonna come
And swallow us all up
So put my name on a list and give it to everyone that I love
So come on, Dil and Thomas,
Why'd you drink yourself to death?
Before you read this one,
That I've been working on
I think I've got my problems pegged
But oh, forget it, let's turn Revolver over again
So I scored seven bucks
From this kid in my dorm,
He was high and pre-occupied
And I went to meet the man who waits for me
On one-hundred-eighty-seventh Street
He's not my friend,
He's not my brother,
I'm just looking for a way to feel ignored
So put the guns in their slings,
I'm not with you in Rockland no more
So come on, Dil and Thomas,
Why'd you drink yourself to death?
Before you read this one,
That I've been working on
I think I've got my problems pegged
But oh, forget it, let's turn Revolver over again
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
(We go gently, we go gracefully)
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
(We go gently, we go gracefully)
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I awoke to find some demon had roamed and my computer room was haunted...Beware ye all on All Hallows Eve!
To all my pals out there, have a wicked good weekend!
Nighttime Playground...
This morning we awoke to a thick heavy blanket of white dense fog. it rolled in overnight and got thicker with each passing hour.
At the crack of dawn i was up and out, even before the sunrise to got a few shots. i figured the fog would dissipate by seven or so. so id best get as many as i could before it burned off.
this shot is at the the new children's playground the sun wasnt up yet and the lights shrouded in fog cast an eerie glow over the half assembled equipment.
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I awoke early and looked at the weather forecast. It forecast a sunny morning, so I wrapped up warm with many layers as the first frost of the year had appeared.
As I walked I watched the morning break, with the blue hour turning to the golden hour and then the sunrise itself.
a wonderful experience to see what most people miss.
I awoke from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the moor
This is here, waters stir
And in the distance all that was lost
If you’ll bear with me, you’ll fear of me
You’d never leave me to a fate with you…
~ Opeth
Toy cam effect – SOOC
Like modern science fiction writers have constructed in movies Total Recall or The Matrix, a Chinese sage, Zhuang Zhou from 300 B.C., questioned what is real. Should the senses be fully trusted to determine what was real and what was not? Zhuang Zhou, a master of Chinese written language, logic, and whimsy, was a cross between Lewis Carrol and Socrates. He pushed the boundaries.
This is the original text from the classic book of Zhuangzi by sage Zhuang Zhou. It brings back memories. I had to read this outloud and translate it as a college student to the class in real time, with the professor stopping to comment or interjecting to correct me. Fun times!
昔者莊周夢為胡蝶，栩栩然胡蝶也，自喻適志與。不知周也。
俄然覺，則蘧蘧然周也。不知周之夢為胡蝶與，胡蝶之夢為周與。周與胡蝶，則必有分矣。此之謂物化。
Translation: Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering about, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know that he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhuang Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming that he was Zhuang Zhou. Between Zhuang Zhou and the butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things.
[Rather than take liberties, which I am sorely tempted, I am using an excellent and established English translation by Burton Watson. [Zhuangzi: Basic Writings (3rd ed.), translated by Burton Watson. New York: Columbia University Press]
I find it cool that a butterfly of 400 B.C. is nowadays still called a butterfly using the same Chinese word and same Chinese characters, hudie. Although the characters are the same, Chinese nowadays has changed in pronunciation. I suspect the first original pronunciation started with more of a "w" sound rather than "h", and the second ended with a consonant, "p". But that's a topic for another day.
I awoke to a nice cool morning. (40 degrees Fahrenheit) The raven babies were screeching their little heads off, as the parents were busy searching for their breakfast. Many Robins dotted the landscape around our cabin, while snowshoe hare's (with noses to the ground), were in search of their favorite breakfast greens. The other day as I was taking a little walk through our boreal forest, I found that mushrooms have pushed their way up through the forest floor, and are already being harvested by squirrels. They are easy to spot, as the squirrels nibble them off at the base - and haul them up into the spruce trees to dry. Looking at my calendar it tells me that it is summer - but reading some of the signs in the forest it is telling me that autumn is not that far away.