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I haven't had a chance to get out and catch a sunrise in a long time. This makes me sad. So I went in search of an earlier capture ... and found this one. I feel euphoric and jubilant ... just looking ... at the 'big hard sun' in this image!! I hope you do too!!

 

Happy Bokeh Wednesday!

 

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♫ Eddie Vedder – Hard Sun ♫

4 March 2014: Contented guests enjoying the display at Grøtfjord.

 

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4 March 2014: Another take of the beautiful display at Grøtfjord.

 

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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

 

Source: Werner Herzog’s Maniacal Quests ―A newly published travel journal shows how walking, like filmmaking, brings us to the naked core of existence. (Noah Isenberg)

“Nietzsche also proposed a second kind of tourism, whereby we may learn how our societies and identities have been formed by the past and so acquire a sense of continuity and belonging.

 

The person practising this kind of tourism ‘looks beyond his own individual transitory existence and feels himself to be the spirit of his house, his race, his city’.

 

He can gaze at old buildings and feel ‘the happiness of knowing that he is not wholly accidental and arbitrary but grown out of a past as its heir, flower, and fruit, and that his existence is thus excused and indeed justified'.”

 

—The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton

 

DEPICTIONS: A tale of PORTRAITS

 

Before my marriage to landscape, I was a disciple of portraits.

 

I missed shooting portraits.

  

That is why I would like to share some of my collection of portraits taken during a trip with Manny Librodo in Pagsanjan.

 

I wanted to rekindle my love for portraits and here are some of my work...

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I will have a few new little projects running from today. This is the one of them. In all photos the light is very important but that is series of pictures where the light is even more important than the composition.

 

wish you great first proper week of the year, especially if you are back to work!

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September is perfect for new beginnings. Typically January is the beginning of the year, but for me September always feels like New Year.

Still in #yogaeverydamnday training 😂 See you next year! #SeaWheeze 💦

It's a sudden stop!

 

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I headed to Holland at the start of June for a suprise buck's party for our good friend Guido. I spent an afternoon alone, exploring the canals & sun-drenched streets of Amsterdam before meeting with friends.

 

We head off to France tommorrow to shot our first wedding on the weekend.

Fingers crossed for good luck.

 

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Amsterdam, Holland.

2009.

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Timing and the right use of shutter speed is essental in creating interesting wave patterns. For me to capture this I experimented in suing shutter speeds from 1/4 to 2 seconds.

Countdown to Lunar/Chinese new year 😁 🎉🐒🌾🎎🏮 (中国新年) .

“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace”

 

–Ruskin

We are passionate about bringing a relaxed approach while creating beautiful, natural and vibrant images.

Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.”

― Ma Jian

Early morning walk with my Nikon F3HP & a fresh roll of Kodak TriX400 on Thanksgiving morning after heavy snow all night. 2019

“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn.

 

Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

 

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

 

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace”

 

–Ruskin

“ 'Anything I learnt would have to be justified by private benefit rather than by the interest of others. My discoveries would have to enliven me; they would have in some way to prove ‘life-enhancing’.

 

The term was Nietzsche's. In the autumn of 1873, Friedrich Nietzsche composed an essay in which he distinguished between collecting facts like an explorer or academic and using already well known facts to the end of inner, psychological enrichment”

— The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton

Everything I was I carry with me, everything I will be lies waiting on the road ahead.”

― Ma Jian

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

 

Source: Werner Herzog’s Maniacal Quests ―A newly published travel journal shows how walking, like filmmaking, brings us to the naked core of existence. (Noah Isenberg)

When the museum architecture is as inspiring as this, what’s exhibited has to be grand. The Joslyn did not disappoint. Omaha, Nebraska. Sister is on 49/50 states before the 31st anniversary of her 29th birthday in June ‘26.

LIFE AND DEATH

 

Celebes Sea being an ancient ocean basin and part of western pacific ocean can be a friend or foe, in one time silent and still as a melody and the next as violent and vibrant as a rock song.

 

This is one of my fave in yesterday's session. Remnants of a once mighty sea spruce, it lies desolated in the shore, with a young tree blossoming in the background, withstanding the might of the waves.

  

PROLOGUE: It has been a while since I did some serious landscape shoot. Finally a chance to be alone with the sea.

  

SARANGANI: A Revisit to Paradise

 

More than a year has past since I last visited this place, with more than 3,000 kms of coastal area facing the mighty Celebes sea. My last visit has enabled me to capture memorable landscapes that have given me awards and recognitions. Truly this revisit is special.

 

A 45 minutes travel from Gensan, I set out to capture hopefully, enduring and timeless landscapes.

 

Blessed with a golden light and mighty winds with crashing waves, it was a perfect scene.

 

These are my takes on my first day in this landscape utopia.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. 🍃🍃

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  

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