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1 March 2014: Another good show on the first of the month. This has been going on for 3 months in a row!
Downieville, CA - Afternoon walk with the dogs & a few family members on Thanksgiving Day. Several days of snow had fallen and things were just starting to let up. Quiet Magical Snow everywhere & on everything. Fresh test roll of #kodakektar100 through a newly acquired hand me down #minoltax570 - Minolta Cameras & Glass have a definitive look and are highly underrated in my book. Minolta X-570? = Keeper.
"Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow."
— Paulo Coelho
"The mythologies we ascribe to, whether consciously or unconsciously, determine how we measure, reflect on, and make sense of our experiences.
We must take responsibility for deriving meaning from our life experiences, our relationships, and our place in the cosmos as a whole — and it's up to us, each, as individuals, to create for ourselves our own personal code, to become our own heroes, and embark again on a fresh exploration"
1 January 2014: We had one of the biggest show on new year's night, and if you had raised your head and looked up that night as we did, this is what you would have seen - the northern lights raining down on you!
sakura (桜) cherry blossom air さくら 🌸🍃
Time after time
Alone in the city of whirling blossoms
Those petals fly in the whirling wind
The miracle of meeting you
In a city where the wind whispered through
The hanamidou tells of the end of spring
One petal from this misty flower.
Time After Time (花舞う街で) // In the Street of Dancing Flowers — Mai Kuraki
[theme song for Detective Conan: Crossroad in the Ancient Capital]
Sunset in anawangin was breathtaking, even when the sun was behind the mountain, it's dramatic light is so bright any 0.6 soft edge GND cannot take. i was confused on the settings after the mountain hike, makes my mind spin and cleaning the filters, holding the remote, timer, GND on left hand and shutter on right hand??? INSANE. So if your in the same situation, even when the best light is out, don't panic, relax, nail it on the first shot then run. .
CPL+ND400+GND
Tokina 12-24, D300
Anawangin Cove
Pundacuit, Zambales
“What, then, is a travelling mind-set? Receptivity might be said to be its chief characteristic. Receptive, we approach new places with humility. We carry with us no rigid ideas about what is or is not interesting. We irritate locals because we stand in traffic islands and narrow streets and admire what they take to be unremarkable small details. We risk getting run over because we are intrigued by the roof of a government building or an inscription on a wall”
The Art of Travel, Alain De Botton
Walking on foot brings you down to the very stark, naked core of existence. We travel too much in airplanes and cars. It’s an existential quality that we are losing. It’s almost like a credo of religion that we should walk.
There is, of course, something inherently romantic—if not heroic—about the extreme solitary explorer enveloped by nature. The very image of Herzog on foot recalls the iconic 19th-century paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, especially his Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog, with its lone figure staring out at the wide vista above the clouds.
'Truth itself wanders through the forests,' Herzog writes near the end. Yet here he embroiders his memories for effect: The vast swath of geography between Munich and Paris is littered with industrial towns and cities.
Once he comes out on the other end, traversing the deforested Champs-Élysées (“We were close to what they call the breath of danger”), Herzog emerges victorious.
― Of Walking in Ice: (Munich-Paris, 23 November–14 December 1974)
by Werner Herzog
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)
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Patience and perseverance is an utmost trait of a landscape photographer. Catching the perfect timing and details. May your filter and gears be soaked for that 1 shot that would make a scene timeless and memorable.
This was taken somewhere in Anilao. The wave itself hitting the rock was more than 6-8ft high. The rock I was shooting from was about my height. At that view point, I waited for one big wave to come and just snapped away. The wave ricocheted and was heading directly to my gear, I grabbed it and used my back to shield my gear.
Drenched but happy.
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
...
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
.
Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
19 December 2013: Clearest skies we've had for weeks (such bad weather!) and a decently long display of the lights viewed from Grotfjord.
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." —John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
...
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
.
Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
Project 365
Thursday • August 19, 2010
This was one of those weeks, so busy with the garage sale that I am really cheating on my P365. I just did not have time to get out and do any shooting. So I pulled this sunset shot from a year old archive from Siesta Key, Florida. This is from my Road Trip last year! Rachel and I must have taken 50 photos on this particular evening!
I forgot this was Saturday! Well I do believe that sunsets are very cliche; with the added silhouette to boot!! In fact, this very pool contains many of them (I shall go look at them and see how many)! So Happy Cliche Saturday Everyone! HCS!
*coming to you live from my garage sale*
"If we’re going to talk, then let’s talk. Forget about what is polite or proper and delve right into what is sincere and honest. Lead me down through the labyrinth of your true, spectacular self. I am not interested in pleasantries.
If you want a conversation, then let’s get lost." —@beautaplin, Real Talk
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
This was my first drive through this area in over a decade. I had seen Ennis, TX before but always thought of it as too far of a drive away just to see some flowers. Well, then enters photography in my life and all of that changes.
While taking the picture, I noticed a couple of people looking the opposite way(with the sun instead of into the sun). At the time, I didn't understand why they were looking away from the sun. I understand why now, but I'm so glad that I tried the opposite of them. This remains as one of my favorite pictures of Texas to this day.
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods