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Last night my city continued with a planned fireworks show to honor the front-line heroes of Covid19. Salt Lake City had a curfew because of the rioting happening. It was strange to sit and watch them with so much chaos in the city.
Today I was very deliberate in choosing the color red and the quote to accompany it. Though the chaos caused by the rioting is not beautiful the fires and burning anger are supposed to be represented. The tensions need to cool and the agitators stirring up the violence and causing destruction need to be held accountable. How is this going to end? The nightly curfews? Tear gas, rubber bullets? How did we get here? I have no answers and feel powerless.
"In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order."
--Carl Jung (The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious)
Chaos Creek, flowing into Lake Haiyaha ("Big Rocks"), in the Rocky Mountain National Park, didn't steal its name.
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I do not find it so easy to find chaos in nature.
Mostly it is ordered, same amount of leaves, petals, stamens, all in the same sequence, but here you will find my selection, many my 'fault' LOL
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Four days ago, we hiked a section of the Bruce Trail locally that was new to us. What a challenge! Here is a view of part of the trail. The fresh snow made us very careful on the uneven rocks. There was so much natural debris on the trail. There were not a lot of markers to guide us through the chaos. In this image, you can barely make out the white faded trail marker on the tree to the left. The path was not clear. But, we didn’t meet anyone else on the trail! We felt like we had this untamed world to ourselves and we had the time to hike it slowly. It did make us decide to volunteer to become Trail Captains and help maintain some of our local trails. I wonder which section they will give us.
Nobody Puts Kitty in the Corner!
I shot this on my last Trip to
Tralala's Dinner, i never come away without my texture junkie fix.
Voilà la suite de mon "expédition" montagnarde!
Une des premières photos prise en arrivant au bord de ce lac gelé (je le précise pour expliquer l'absence de reflets et de détails ;-) )
Cet photo est réalisé avec un blending de plusieurs expos afin de conserver un max de détails dans les blocs de pierre et sur les flancs de la montagne (moi c'est plutôt en flan que je suis arrivé en haut! ).
Je vous laisse juger
This is the result of my moutain "expedition"!
One of the first pictures taken in arriving at the edge of the frozen lake (I said it to explain the absence of reflections and details;-))
This photo is made with a blending of several exposures to maintain a maximum of detail in the stone blocks and the flanks of the mountain (me it is rather flan I got up!).
I let you judge
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Le Gouët prend sa source sur la commune du Haut-Corlay, fleuve long de 46,6 kilomètres, il se jette dans la Manche à Saint-Brieuc, au port du Légué.
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Der Wald im freien Verfall
Tief im Wald, wo kein Pfad mehr führt, hat die Natur das letzte Wort. Alte Riesen neigen sich dem Boden entgegen, vom Leben gezeichnet, vom Vergehen umarmt. Ihr Holz splittert, zerfällt, wird eins mit der Erde – ein stiller Kreislauf, unberührt von menschlicher Hand.
Moos bedeckt das tote Holz wie ein sanfter Schleier, während Pilze in bizarren Formen aus den Rissen sprießen. Die Luft ist erfüllt vom Duft feuchter Erde, von Vergehen und neuem Werden. Äste liegen wirr verstreut, entwurzelt von Stürmen, doch in ihrem Zerfall bieten sie Unterschlupf und Nahrung für das nächste Leben.
Hier herrscht ein Chaos ohne Hektik, ein Verfall ohne Eile. Jeder Stamm erzählt von vergangenen Stürmen, von Sonnentagen und frostigen Winternächten. Ein Wald, der sich selbst gehört – ungezähmt, urwüchsig, wunderschön.