Vibrazioni del campo elettromagnetico a diverse frequenze si sovrappongono nella nostra retina e scatenano delle incredibili risonanze fra le sinapsi del nostro cervello, fino a diventare forme e colori... questa è la percezione della realtà del nostro io conscio, e una parte di questa percezione diventa inconsciamente bellezza

Nuvole al tramonto, foto di qualche tempo fa, Pale di San Martino, Trentino

#nuvole #beauty #bellezza #tramonto #clouds #alpi #pale #trentino #horizon #orizzonte #science #mente #coscienza #io

I'm a brand new man, I'm a conscious man

I'm a man who's burnin for you

The mistakes I've made have been chased away to the bottom of the ocean blue

I'm a brand new man in a foreign land, I'm a man who's feelin that fire

And it's all so clear when I'm standing here at the peak of my desire

So won't you move me like you used to

I want the world to know I burn for you

I feel revived again, I am alive again

You got me lifted and lifted you lift me up

I feel revived again, I'm energized again

You got me lifted and lifted you lift me up

Woke up in a sweat, those ghosts in my head

Had a grip, but I slipped on by

It's a whole new day as the darkness fades

And the sun's shinning in the sky

I concede, my love, that I need your love

I'm before you, a broken man

And it's only you, no substitutes who can renew this soul again

So won't you move me like you used to

I want the world to know I burn for you

You got me higher than Kilimanjaro

Got me believin' I can save the day

I'm up and running like there ain't no tomorrow

I'd rather burn for you than fade away

I'd rather burn for you than go my way

Toby Mac ~ Burn for You

Many years ago now I made the conscious decision to stop "taking" photos and instead started "making" photos. In subtle ways I think this choice has played an important role in my growth as a photographer and helped steer how I look at and think about my photography. In that vein, I think I am going to make a new decision regarding how I think/talk about my photography. I am no longer going to call it "work". It just isn't at all accurate. My photography is never work. Sometimes it takes effort or dedication or perseverance but it isn't work. Often there is sweat and sometimes blood involved but it still isn't work. Photography outings may leave me exhausted physically but not in the same way work can. Nor do I look at it as work in the business sense. Sure I market or license or sell the occasional image, but I could scarcely have less interest in doing so. It is not my day job... or even my night job. I try to get out of my own way when opportunities come to me, but given the choice between "building my business" or spending a Sunday out waiting on a 10 minute exposure to finish while watching clouds drift across the sky and listening to the breeze blow the tree branches over my head... well, I'll be somewhere out there 10 times out of 10.

So why do I call what I do work then? Largely because it has never occurred to me to think about the use of that word before now. And if it isn't work, then what is it? I am not really sure. Often it is a form of play. Sometimes it is an affirmation. While at other times it is a way to be alive. It is definitely passion and it is also curiosity. It is about beauty and wonder. It can be any of those things but also more, or other. But I know it is not work. I gotta stop calling it that. And there is no harm in simply calling it photography. It is that, without a doubt. Calling it photography is certainly more accurate for me than calling it work.

So you might ask, why does it matter? Well, "matters" works on a scale. There are big things that matter a lot and then there are little things that matter a little, and of course there are all sorts of in between. I cannot tell you that this will matter all that much, but it feels a bit more right. And just as when I stopped taking photos, it may require some time before I can really sense how such a minor realignment in speech and thought will play out. And beside, many grand tapestries are woven of very small threads so even if this is but a small thread it plays a role in a much larger picture which is my life as a photographer. And that to me definitely matters.

Anyway, just some thoughts to share that occurred to me on my lunch break today. Been carrying these around for the past several hours now and had to set them down somewhere. This caption seemed as good a spot as any.

Horseman SW612

Kodak Portra 160

Stout-billed Cinclodes is a terrestrial, high elevation bird of northwestern South America. It is found in paramo and other wet, sparsely vegetated areas between 3300 and 5000 meters in elevation. Found in the Andes of central Colombia and Ecuador.

I ran onto this guy at 14K ft (roughly about 4,300 meters) elevation gasping for air trying my best to hold my breath to steady my rig so as not to get any out of focus frames...Well as luck would have it I chased (walked very slowly stopping every ten to fifteens steps to bring in oxygen to my starving lungs.) as he continued to torcher me by flying away as I continually lost momentum. He originally was in the tundra of Antisana range with wheat-grass a bit over his head. So focusing was slim to none in this scenario!! Try as I might I could not get a shot in focus where I originally saw him.

Then the photog Gods smiled down upon me and he flew to a post within 30 ft of me. And as Paul Harvey used to say:

This is: "The rest of the story!"

Thanks for all your continued support. and once again make it a great day, as it IS a conscious choice.

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Who besides a cat could look elegant just sitting in a cage?

Snowball and his brother Mel are first time boarders. Snowball has been rather ambivalent towards us the whole time while his brother started out hating us and now loves us.

Funny story about Mel. There are two songs that are impossible for me to listen to without singing along - What the World Needs Now and Downtown. A couple days ago both songs played on the radio and since I'm a self conscious singer I went into the boarding room, turned the volume WAY up and sang along. Every boarder except Mel and his brother looked slightly horrified - a couple even hid under their towels - but Snowball ignored me and Mel got up, started chirping and rubbing against the cage door. This happened with both songs. I wonder if they hear loud music at home.

Happy Caturday: Elegance

This image speaks to me for many reasons: 1) it speaks of body insecurity, a need to alter how we look and change our physical appearance. 2) My masking with my Autism makes me feel as though I am blending into my surroundings, that I need to do this in order to be accepted. 3) Similarly, the need to fit in, to adapt to my surroundings in order to be accepted, no matter how uncomfortable it may be. 4) Alternatively, feeling different. How we feel like an alien in our everyday.

These are all the ways I connect with this piece, and why I felt the need to create it. How do you connect with it?

‘a conscious decision.’ self portrait, October 2020. With @starryeyedkid95 kindly behind the camera, shot at @shootsatantwerpmansion with their props.

From 7th Street in downtown Los Angeles, California.

PAKISTAN

See i am safety conscious!!

My conscious self had received threats lately. My subconscious self offered to keep an eye out for trouble.

Damn my subconscious self for being easily distracted!

True, it's been done before on more than one occasion, but I ran with it anyway.

View On Black

I've spent the past 5 years both asking and trying not to ask what happens after we die.

My entire life I've been horrified at the thought of dying. My dreams have been about death as far back as I can remember (which, btw, was 4 years old).

How do you make sense out of something that lives on the other side of reason?

I make art. I confront the things that terrify me. Because the more you confront those fears, the more control you have over them over the power they hold.

I crave control, like the greatest prize in a world of uncertainties. Death, the most uncertain of all. We wonder - when will it happen? How? What was it all for? I shudder at those questions. But what a privilege to ask them.

This image - I am the tree, leaves springing forth from my life. I am the rock, grounded and grounding. I am bound to the earth with those sinewy white roots, attached. I am the blood of my flesh and the blood of the world, entwined. I am the sun and I am the uneasy fog that hides it. I am flesh and bone and one day, it should be an honor to give it all back. To let those particles, so alive and vibrant, fall to ash and like the Phoenix be reborn into new life. It should be an honor. Still, I will them to stay.

I will have had my time.

I have already had my time.

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"Conscious Communion", self-portrait, April 2021

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder

"I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do. "

-- HAL, from '2001: A Space Odyssey"

Chiharu Shiota, 20 th Biennale of Sydney, Cockatoo Island.

a 'Welcome to Country' address in Samoan language by 'Conscious Mic' group. At APT10 Festival

While I try to remain conscious of how fortunate I am to know so many really cool people through my work at Blue Moon Camera, I am nonetheless constantly reminded of the astounding number of incredible people there are out there that come through on a daily basis. Paul Barden is one of those folks. Paul has been a customer for several years now. He lives a bit of a drive away from us, so we don't get to see him terribly often but he pops in now and then and the visits are always enjoyed. He is a wonderfully thoughtful, insightful and creative individual. He grows these amazing-looking orchids and makes even better wet plate collodion images of them. His photography in general has been a joy to follow as it has grown and matured over the years (you can pretty easily find him here on Flickr, by the way. Just look for Paul Barden).

Anyway, on his most recent visit he casually let drop that it was a big day for him. When asked what the big day was about he explained it was the day he was becoming a U.S. citizen. Between visits to various city offices to finalize the process, he was stopping in his favorite camera shop. His naturalization has been a journey that has taken him several years and at times has been both frustrating and discouraging. The door to citizenship really opened for him about five years ago when he was able to legally marry the man he loved. That legal distinction was the necessary catalyst to Paul being able to complete the rest of a process that was important to him. For me, it was a special opportunity to be able to share this moment in his life and I wanted to be able to make a portrait of him on this momentous day. It is one of the tough-to-explain joys of being a photographer - to be able to share these moments of life with people who matter to us and create these silver halide documents. We took a few moments out back behind the store and I made both this solo portrait as well as one of Paul with his husband Lars. That second photo is not yet presentation ready (needs re-scanning due to blown highlights) but I like this portrait of Paul and I love the circumstances associated with it.

Congratulations Paul. I am so happy for you.

Hasselblad 500C

Fuji Acros II

View On Black

I’m not sure. I feel like just walking down that crowded hallway every single day gets to me. I cringe at every single glance, every single voice. I wish I could just disappear, and not be noticed.

I’m so sick of this.

Sorry for another shoulder picture. I like this sooo much better than yesterday's though.

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"Every style-conscious Gentleman needs his home. Some have mansions at the sea. But why living at the sea when you can live in the sea?"

-Sir Octavius.

My entry for the "Home Sweet Home" contest on EuroBricks.

Thanks to the guys making this event!

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Taken seconds before midnight because I forgot all day about taking one. It was the first night of my first exhibit tonight... I was beyond nervous and self conscious but ended up selling five prints... this is the face of tired personal achievement and contentment :)

On the streets of Jerusalem at 16:11. Part of the DOTSO JLM Collection. Instagram: @dotsopics

life always has more in store for us but I can never again be me before you & always will be conscious of your absence

From a quote by Carl Gustav Jung

I'm conscious I've posted a lot of heron shots recently, but the cupboard is getting pretty bare! So here's another one of a heron collecting twigs to repair its nest.

www.gregmorganphotography.co.uk

adding to the manifestation genie...

we create with our thoughts.. whether we know it or not.. mostly we create from unconsciousness.. patterns that are ingrained in us.. that we aren't even aware of... and many times the same patterns repeat over and over again..until we awaken...

but once you know..and become aware.. you can consciously create.. you can be the director of your destiny...

the universe is pure potential.. and we have access to that power...

:) big love

special thanks to rubyblossom for the texture i used behind the window :)

www.flickr.com/photos/rubyblossom/3606286117/in/set-72157...

A self-portrait from late 2015. 500px , Instagram

hello! been a while since i've done one of these.

i think i could live in baggy vintage-wash jeans and white button-ups during the summer.

here are some nests i made. the blue one is made from scraps of my hair that i cut off when it was blue (and ground up charcoal), the one next to it is made of sawdust, oatmeal, and some sticks, the one below that is foil and charcoal, and the one next to that is all sticks adn leaves.

haven't decided whether i'm going to show them to the class, i feel self-conscious.

0.7 tomfoolery

Sub-consciously inspired by undressedtothenines

<Audio Log 0200 Hours: I awoke in the wreckage of a burned out building, I have no recollection of how I got here or why the building is in ruins. }{

<Audio Log 0500 Hours: I decided to make my way to the east, for some strange reason I feel something tugging me onwards. }{

<Audio Log 1000 Hours: Having passed through the edge of this strange town I saw a sign reading, Welcome to Los Angeles. }{

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Model: Julia

Location: St.Albert

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He took his grandchild to the ice rink but was not taking any risks that he might fall and hurt his head on the ice - he brought along his boxing headguard!

meet Molly and Michael Mallard, they're in love and plan to make beautiful music together :)

Quincy Quarry

My stream has been decidedly monochrome of late. That hasn't really been a conscious decision since I don't post to Flickr with any overarching strategy. In fact, I try to be decidedly nonstrategic on here. Flickr is my place just to post what I want to post, regardless of rhyme or reason. But I have noticed it has been a bit lacking in color. Partially that is because I have been spending a bunch of time in snowy forests and they lend themselves well to black and white. Part of it has also been the past few years have seen me shift at a glacial pace toward being more balanced between the use of color or b&w film.

But the holiday season is one of color and I am certainly not ignorant of that. I did get out Christmas night in fact for a bit of photography. It was also the last night for a year that the Convention Center towers would be lit up with their holiday theme and I wanted at least an image or two of them. For all my snowy forest hikes, I had not spent much time in the city making photos (with anything other than my eyes), so this was my remedy to that deficiency.

It had also been a short while since I had used my Flexbody. It has sat largely unused since my trip back east to Vermont, New Hampshire and New York. There have been day trips since but none of them left me with inspiration to take it along, favoring my other cameras instead.

When it comes to tilt and swing photography though I have long been fascinated by the idea of motion moving across, into or out of that plane of focus. It all goes back to a Michael Kenna image I saw where he did a tilted, long exposure of moonrise. Since then I have been on the lookout for how to combine that tilted plane of focus with motion. The presence of light trails from traffic here gave me some ideas to explore.

Hasselblad Flexbody

Kodak Portra 400

Ayase is sensitive about her waistline. (Not that she has reason to worry.)

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Created for the #FlickrFriday theme, #Self.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.

Sigmund Freud

Andres Institute Of Art in Brookline, NH