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"Your dream doesn't have an expiration date. Take a deep breath, and try again." K.T. Witten.
Many of my travel locations, like this famous Bavarian landscape, have been on my bucket list for years. For this reason, there is always a mixture of feelings when I finally have the fortune to travel to these wonderful places. Excitement and uncertainty are constantly alternating, as the unpredictable weather will end up greatly dictating whether all the planning will result in an image that does justice to the beauty before me.
On this occasion, a really interesting sunset began to shine when we were driving from Ramsau to Maria Gern Church. However, it was not the weather, but road works, that affected our plans. By the time I found an alternative route to get to this place, the beautiful sunset light had already faded. Instead of regretting my fate, I decided to change my plans and dedicate the next sunrise to this place again. The next morning, when the sky colors exploded, filling this entire alpine landscape with an almost unreal pink light, there I was, capturing that natural spectacle, with the enormous satisfaction of having turned that failure into a dream come true.
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"Tu sueño no tiene fecha de caducidad. Respira hondo e inténtalo de nuevo". K.T. Witten.
Muchas de las localizaciones de mis viajes, como este famoso paisaje de Baviera, han estado en mi lista de lugares por fotografiar durante años. Por ello, hay siempre una mezcla de sentimientos cuando por fin tengo la fortuna de viajar a estos sitios maravillosos. La excitación y la incertidumbre se alternan constantemente, ya que el imprevisible clima acabará dictando enormemente si toda la planificación resultará en una imagen que haga justicia a la belleza que se presenta frente a mí.
En esta ocasión, un atardecer realmente interesante se comenzaba a deslumbrar cuándo conducíamos desde Ramsau hasta la Iglesia de Maria Gern. Sin embargo, no fue el clima, sino obras en la carretera, el inconveniente que trastocó nuestros planes. Para cuando encontré una ruta alternativa para llegar a este lugar, la bonita luz del atardecer se había ya desvanecido. En lugar de resignarme al fracaso, opté por cambiar mis planes y dedicarle el próximo amanecer de nuevo a este lugar. A la mañana siguiente, cuando el color del cielo explotó llenando todo este paisaje alpino de una luz rosa casi irreal, allí estaba yo, capturando aquel espectáculo natural, con la enorme satisfacción de haber convertido aquel fracaso en un sueño hecho realidad.
on Exmoor - dramatic river gorge and ancient woodland.
A step away from my usual ND filter smooth images...a lively river flow after heavy rainfall dictated a fast shutter speed.
I was fortunate to have been able to spend a few days on the road with Kevin Benedict shooting in Death Valley and the Eastern Sierras. Our original plan was to spend our first and last days in DVNP and spend the rest of the trip shooting in the Sierras. As is often the case, the weather dictated otherwise and we ended up spending the majority of our time in Death Valley.
Though not a unique shot by any means, I've always wanted my own shot of ZP, preferably with "epic" light (of course!). This was my second time visiting the park. On my first visit, ZP was closed. So on this trip, ZP became somewhat of a priority for me and with the exception of our first morning which we spent shooting in the dunes, our last two days (two sunrises and one sunset) were spent at ZP waiting for the light. After several days without any luck (despite what initially appeared to be very promising cloud coverage and formation) we were rewarded on our last morning with some wispy clouds that lit up nicely. Though perhaps not as "epic" as hoped, I was certainly not disappointed.
Circumstances dictated that this train would take a full 3 days to travel from Creston to Ottumwa, but I suppose it was all for the best for me… I was able to grab decent action and broadside shots on each side of the CN’s GTW heritage unit because of the directions of travel for this train that BNSF delivers to CP at Ottumwa. This train turns into CP 822 which serves the MidAmerican Energy Louisa power plant at Fruitland. Of all CN’s units to get not leading, this is probably it, since the nose is just orange and logoless.
The small afternoon session was all the most promising when starting, alas, looming clouds dictated otherwise by hiding the sun, just when Uniform-Mike was taxying !!!
At 'Young George', East Fremantle, WA
Looks better than it tasted! :-)
I have no idea why this rather banal image got selected for 'Explore', but I suppose it's nice. Glad people seem to like it, though their taste seems to be dictated by an algorithm, rather than their eyes...
it seems growing in the direction the wind dictates
is enough :-)
B&W conversion.
Some small work with levels
and D&B.
Vignetting.
“Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclinations, or the dictates of our passion, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.”
John Adams, The Portable John Adams
Excerpt from en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hong_Kong_Museum_of_Art:
The Hong Kong Museum of Art (HKMoA) is the first and main art museum of Hong Kong, located in Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui. It is a public museum managed by the Leisure and Cultural Services Department of the Hong Kong Government. HKMoA has an art collection of over 17,000 items. Admission is free for permanent exhibitions. Its rival is the non-government-managed Hong Kong Arts Centre. These two museums are considered to be the top two art museums in Hong Kong that dictate the discourse of art in Hong Kong.
It has an extended branch, the Flagstaff House Museum of Tea Ware, at the Hong Kong Park in Central.
Eilean Donan Castle, Dornie, Scotland
Taken a few days after the previous upload on the way back from Skye. Storm Callum dictated that we left early and so a second opportunity to stop off and take a few more shots... well rather a lot actually. We arrived just after castle opening time, the fire in the great hall already lit. The sun hung around as long as it dared with the storm clouds approaching from the west before running for cover.
We stayed close on an hour crouched low by the side of the car with Mrs R valiantly acting as makeshift windbreak and lens wiper. I was hoping for that one shot of sunrays illuminating the castle surrounded by a dark stormy background, just like the image I had kept in my mind's eye all these years. It never materialised and so I cut my loses and packed up. It turned out to be the right call for no sooner had we crossed the bridge and drove pass the castle did the full force of storm Callum empty the heavens and that closed this particular photography chapter.
Always loved this song and lyrics... hope you do to
I have gone back to using a tripod at this time of the year. The low level of light, I am getting older and my ability to hold a camera and lens steady has lessen are factors which dictates the changes in technique.
But I had a good morning with several opportunities to view some interesting waterfowl up close.
The very distinct 45 degree angle of the roofline of this 59 story tower located on Lexington between 53rd and 54th Streets is that of 601 Lexington, formerly known as the Citigroup Center and originally known as the Citicorp Center when it opened in 1977. Sometimes circumstances dictate the crossing of paths per se, coincidence or being at the right place at the right time; such is the case with the Citicorp Center. As has been mentioned in many earlier postings in this photostream, New York City had been a hotbed during the early part of the twentieth century of competitive corporate entities trying to outdo each other in building taller and taller skyscrapers, the Flatiron/Fuller Building, then a the ever evolving tallest building in the world titlist, the MetLife Tower, the Woolworth Tower, the straight-out competition between the Bank of Manhattan Trust/40 Wall Street and the Chrysler Building that the Chrysler won with it secretly built spire and finally the Empire State Building finished during the great depression. The Empire State Building because of the era it opened was a large empty office building for many years that gave it the nickname “Empty State Building” and this discouraged others from building such structures for many years. That’s part of the reason the Empire State Building remained the tallest building in the World for 42 years until it was surpassed by the North Tower of the World Trade Center in 1970.
The growing and powerful First National Bank of New York (which would eventually become Citibank, then Citicorp and finally Citigroup) moved into 39 story tower at 399 Park Avenue back in 1961. Its chief rival in New York City, Chase Manhattan Bank opened a new huge and ostentatious headquarters designed by Skidmore, Owings & Merrill in Lower Manhattan that same year. First National Bank of New York came to the realization several years after the move that 399 Park Avenue would not be adequate space for their growing bank and began the process of seeking space or a locale for expansion, something that might allow them to create something as buzz-worthy as Chase Manhattan’s Lower Manhattan offices. It was about the same time that financially struggling St. Peter’s Lutheran Church considered addressing its financial woes by divesting itself of some of its increasingly valuable property on the northeast corner of Lexington and 54th Street. St. Peter’s Lutheran Church a 1904 Gothic Revival structure had been the site of the memorial service for trumpeter Louis Armstrong, Satchmo who spent his last years living in Corona Queens. Two brokers Donald Schnabel and Charles McArthur of the Julien J. Studley & Co. real estate firm caught wind of the situation, envisioned a new office building and went to the tenant across the street, First National Bank of New York which was itself changing to the Citibank name with a proposal to be the principal tenant in this venture. They struck a deal with Citibank, following the subterfuge model of Walt Disney and his company when they began buying up marshland in Lake Buena Vista Florida to build Disney World, Schnabel and McArthur created several companies whose sole purpose was to allow discrete acquisition of all the properties on the block where St Peter’s Lutheran Church was which would prevent the certain spike in selling prices that would come about as a result of public disclosure of a major financial institution wanting to develop the site. After five years, patient and persistent bargaining, some interesting deals, the acquisitions were complete. The one caveat from St. Peter’s was for the sale of their property to Citibank was that Citibank would build a new church which had to be a distinctive building that was not part of the new office tower.
The architect of the Citicorp Center was Hugh Stubbins, but the principal credit is given to the buildings chief structural engineer, Mr. William LeMessuir who stated that he came upon the idea for its design in a Greek restaurant sketching on a napkin. One of key design features was its departure from the then prevalent Internationalist Style was its distinct 45’ angled roofline which this image clearly captures. The original plans were to construct set back penthouses which got nixed by the city’s inflexible zoning restrictions and then there was a thought of solar panels which never came to fruition because solar technology in the 1970’s was no here near where it is today. So when it opened in 1977, 59 stories, 915 feet it was the seventh tallest building in the world, within its triangular top housing much of buildings mechanical equipment including window-washing gear that is cleverly concealed behind doors above the highest office floor 59. A nifty piece of equipment is 400 ton, yes 400 ton, tuned mass damper which is essentially is a 400 ton block of concrete that slides on a thin layer of oil whose inertia results in 40% reduction of the swaying of the building. It certainly generated the kind of buzz Citicorp was shooting for and became the catalyst for the revitalization of that particular area, spurring the building of several office towers in that Lexington Avenue/Park Avenue area.
Captured on an Olympus Evolt E-510 using Zuiko DigitalED 40-150mm F4.0-5.6 processed in Adobe Photoshop Lightroom.
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Slowly we make love and the earth rotates to our dictates.
Slowly we make love
Sign your name across my heart
I want you to be my baby ~
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A Game of Thrones Dragon
It’s my opinion that a Southern Railway EMD SD45—running full tilt, long hood forward (as its owner dictated)—was one of the more hair-raising apparitions I remember from my short time working for the railroad in 1970 and 72. If we were inspecting track and had to “put off” to give up the track segment to allow one of the frequent CNO&TP hotshot freights to pass, I would look down the track anticipating the headlight of the approaching train. If one of the 3600 “hammerhead” units were on the point, I would reflexively take three or four more steps back from the track. It was the very vision of a Game of Thrones dragon coming for me in a blaze of “dragon fire.” When the motive power passed at what seemed like 70 MPH (but was usually no more than 60), the machine gun blast of the car trucks hammering across the siding turnout’s frog and joints made conversation impossible. The steel bay window caboose would finally pass, and you keyed the radio to let the crew knew they were “all back” at wherever we might be. The vision of that SD45 closing on your location at high speed would linger, though.
The 70 units of this model on Southern’s roster were added in 1967 and 1970. They didn’t last long into the Norfolk Southern era, however, as all were off the roster in 1986 and 87—sold or scrapped. I suspect a few of them might still exist, but the ones that had second lives were largely rebuilt to SD40-2 specs.
Two favorite images of these beasts are shown here. No. 3155’s front end was photographed on May 27, 1985, at Andover, Va. On April 7th of that same year, No. 3113 was leading the westbound Belmont unit train empties at Tito. At the time, this was still the siding name for a track that was lengthened the following year when CTC was installed. “Tito” survived as the name for the control point on the east end, while the west end became “Jasper,” the name of the community. In the steam era, the siding had been variously named “Tito Siding,” or “Tito Tank.” There was a train order office at the east end of the old siding for a long time.
Of all the second generation units I remember from the late 60s and 70s, Southern’s SD45s were easily the most imposing. An L&N Alco C628 also got high marks, but the big EMDs were more terrifying as they came at you.
Kriegslok 33-503 bursts out of the tunnel shortly before arriving at Ljubace with coal empties for the mine at Banovici. The mist and murk made for a difficult day of photography which dictated staying close to the line.
Visitors to Morano can expect to be transported to an era where the pace of life was dictated by the ringing of church bells and the rhythm of artisanal crafts. The town's atmosphere is charged with a magical quality, almost as if time has stood still, allowing modern-day explorers to soak in the rich cultural heritage that permeates every corner. These narrow, winding pathways, some chiseled into the very rock, ascend steeply, weaving through a tightly-knit tapestry of homes, religious edifices, and historical structures. The town's layout is a marvel of medieval urban planning, with houses, churches, monasteries, arches, portals, underpasses, stairways, and squares all interlocking in an intimate dance of stone and history. Whether you're a history enthusiast, an architecture aficionado, or simply in search of Italy's lesser-known locales, Morano Calabro offers an experience that is as enriching as it is visually stunning.
I took this on Sept 21rst 2023 with my D850 and Nikon 28-300mm f3.5-5.6 at 36mm, 1/250s, f5.6, ISO 72 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO
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reality dictates that it is now the middle of winter in Wisconsin, and at -6 degrees the coldest it's been in two years.
But, I reject that reality and substitute my own
At least, that is what the movie plot dictated as it ignored the laws of physics. In reality, time only runs in one direction, forward in our universe. It can be relatively slowed but it cannot run backwards.
At any rate, traveling back through time, Superman would also ignore the time paradox. After all, he was superman. Knowing what he knew now, this time around he would first save his beloved Lois Lane from being gobbled up by a California earthquake.
(This amusement ride is called The Superman ride. It's a ride at my local county fair in rural Kentucky that comes around every 4th of July week.)
A Game of Thrones Dragon
It’s my opinion that a Southern Railway EMD SD45—running full tilt, long hood forward (as its owner dictated)—was one of the more hair-raising apparitions I remember from my short time working for the railroad in 1970 and 72. If we were inspecting track and had to “put off” to give up the track segment to allow one of the frequent CNO&TP hotshot freights to pass, I would look down the track anticipating the headlight of the approaching train. If one of the 3600 “hammerhead” units were on the point, I would reflexively take three or four more steps back from the track. It was the very vision of a Game of Thrones dragon coming for me in a blaze of “dragon fire.” When the motive power passed at what seemed like 70 MPH (but was usually no more than 60), the machine gun blast of the car trucks hammering across the siding turnout’s frog and joints made conversation impossible. The steel bay window caboose would finally pass, and you keyed the radio to let the crew knew they were “all back” at wherever we might be. The vision of that SD45 closing on your location at high speed would linger, though.
The 70 units of this model on Southern’s roster were added in 1967 and 1970. They didn’t last long into the Norfolk Southern era, however, as all were off the roster in 1986 and 87—sold or scrapped. I suspect a few of them might still exist, but the ones that had second lives were largely rebuilt to SD40-2 specs.
Two favorite images of these beasts are shown here. No. 3155’s front end was photographed on May 27, 1985, at Andover, Va. On April 7th of that same year, No. 3113 was leading the westbound Belmont unit train empties at Tito. At the time, this was still the siding name for a track that was lengthened the following year when CTC was installed. “Tito” survived as the name for the control point on the east end, while the west end became “Jasper,” the name of the community. In the steam era, the siding had been variously named “Tito Siding,” or “Tito Tank.” There was a train order office at the east end of the old siding for a long time.
Of all the second generation units I remember from the late 60s and 70s, Southern’s SD45s were easily the most imposing. An L&N Alco C628 also got high marks, but the big EMDs were more terrifying as they came at you.
Forth Rail Bridge, Scotland
You just can't build a bridge anywhere! Ground conditions for the foundations dictate most locations and the Firth of Forth must have some pretty good bed rock considering there's now three bridges at this point.
I did think on titling this "Seven Pillars of Wisdom" on account you can see seven pillars leading up to the first cantilever but I don't think T.E. Lawrence had anything to do with the design.
One more from the our January round trip of Iceland. One of our last locations was Snæfellsnes peninsula. The weather there was pretty bad but as I have learned it can change alot depending on which side of the narrow but steeply mountained peninsula you are. The large glacier capped volcano of Snæfellsjökull (made famous by Jules Verne story "Journey to the center of the Earth") dictates the weather and drive from one side of it to the other often creates wastly different conditions.
Arnarstapi offers alot of nice seascape possibilities. The couple of km long seacliffs to the west has countles seastacks, arches and deep coves.
Two seats just opened on our Iceland 2011 Adventure Photography Tour & Workshop
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On December 26th, 2005 I was flying from Saigon, Vietnam into Bangkok, Thailand. I had been covering the AIDS epidemic as well as poverty and urban slums for the past two months from both Cambodia and Vietnam and was looking forward to a week of down time with friends. The Asian Tsunami struck only moments before my plane landed in Bangkok and I was on one of the first flights to Phuket the next day. I covered the devastation from both Thailand and Sri Lanka during the following weeks. As an ex disaster specialist I still had many friends working in the filed all over the world at that time and in the year following the Tsunami I kept in close contact with them. Only months after the Tsunami struck, I began to hear stories, as I expected, of how western money coupled with the tourism industry was rebuilding Thailand with record speed while Sri Lanka and Banda Aceh, Indonesia were left with few resources. Slightly ahead of the one year anniversary of the Asian Tsunami, I decided to return to Thailand where I re-shot each image taken the year before from the exact same angle at nearly the same time of day. Unfortunately I was not able to get the funding necessary to do the same comparison project in Sri Lanka. It was another example demand and marketing concerns dictating what news reaches the public, and at the time my resources were limited by what editors and publications would pay me to shoot, as I had not yet discovered independent journalism.
Of all the scum-ridden places in the galaxy, Borgo Prime was probably on the top of the list. At least my list. I had sworn I’d never return to this forsaken place. Recent events dictated otherwise, and I was in no position to disagree with a direct order from Lord Hassat. He knew of my connection to Borgo, and was quite clear that he wanted me to look into this.
Shippings had stopped, and our contacts had gone silent. I was sent to Borgo Prime to reestablish our relationship. Since Reaper Squad was still rebuilding, I had hired a local to set up a meeting. For some reason Djina’s spirit seemed the exact opposite of mine. The closer we got to Borgo Prime, the lighter she felt. On the final approach, she almost seemed gitty. I knew something was off.
After landing, we made our way to Krulo Town. The section of Borgo Prime, where Krulo the Hutt had his first headquarters. After taking control of Borgo Prime, Krulo had since taken residence in the fancier part of the rock. Fancy by Borgo standards at least. For some reason the meeting was set in the old maintenance district, where they process incoming and outgoing cargo. I was almost certain I was walking into a trap, so my mission had to be improvised.
We approached an old venting shaft, with a massive hole in the side. The place was crawling with Krulo’s enforcers, and security forces I didn’t recognize. We went inside, and the towering Hutt was already waiting for us. Djina walked up next to the Hutt and whispered something. She looked almost proud. Then she took her place at his side. She wasn’t subtle. She had sold me out.
The Hutt's mouth widened into a smile, as he leaned back.
“Chobaso mah bukee, chobaso banki danko.” *translated from Huttese: “Welcome my boy, welcome home.”
He was pushing all of my buttons, and I had to pick my words carefully. Most of all I just wanted to put a blaster bolt between his eyes.
“Let’s drop the pleasantries Krulo. I see you’ve made some new friends. How do you think this makes us feel?”
“Bu kacmahea doth banieie. Tee-tocky che uba bai moova mee bai Krulo” *translated from Huttese: “The Empire is dead. Time for you to return to Krulo.”
Krulo’s men seemed on edge. He knew that this would not end the way either of us wanted. Krulo didn’t offer a choice. I could join him or die.
“It seems I cannot change your mind. I will let my master know that Borgo Prime no longer supports our cause.” I knew it while I said it. These could be my last words.
The Hutt chuckled, and looked past me. I felt screaming pain to the back of my head, and everything went black.
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This was one of those builds that start with some table-scaps, gets out of hand, and evolves from there. I knew I wanted to do a vent thing, inspired by Ordo Eris from JEDI: Fallen Order, and I knew I wanted to incorporate the UniStar logo somehow. It basically grew from there.
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Great Tits may be less strongly influenced by the structure of available tree cover than by the structure and density of undergrowth, something that dictates their opportunities for ground feeding. Great Tits spend more time feeding lower down than other tits, something that no doubt relates to the Great Tit’s larger size and less agile nature. Great Tits seem to take more readily to nestboxes than other tit species, and this may be because they require a larger entrance hole. They will also use holes in walls, letterboxes and pipes
Perhaps the problem with some who strongly believe in an afterlife, is that they think their mission in THIS one is to control and dictate the lives of others and trying to pass (moral-based only) laws to dictate what other individuals can or can't do, what's right and wrong, who's saintly and who an abomination.
You know what I say to them? Time is ticking, and there's no 100% guarantee that when you die you'll wake up in ANY paradise. So if you waste the only life you have too concerned about who loves or marry whom, what women do with their bodies, and so on, you may find out when the time comes to the bitter end that you didn't live at all... The door is open. Will you go through it?
Subway station,
New York City
November 2012
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The more I watch these Dragonflies the more I learn,
Their behavior dictates in what mood they are in,
I had never chased them when they are near our pond,
I wait few minutes to see what flowers they land on,
I choose one and I put my hand near it or in front,
This is what I get a hug from a Dragonfly:-)
The bridge, planned by the French colonial power in 1899-1902 and built mainly by the Vietnamese among numerous victims, is almost 1.7 km long and has only been allowed for mopeds and pedestrians for many years. The traffic dictates, especially during rush hour, the wearing of a mask or a durable device... crossing the bridge on foot is an adventure in every way.
Therefore, [there is] now no condemnation (no adjudging guilty of wrong) for those who are in Christ Jesus, who live [and] walk not after the dictates of the flesh, but after the dictates of the Spirit. Romans 8:1 (AMP)
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Full Argento with this one. The pics we got were nothing like what I had originally intended for the day. I think Arko's outfit dictated what I did with the lights in this scenario. Red just just seemed appropriate.
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Despite being on the road in Florida for almost two weeks, the winter weather dictated that we would get only one kayak paddle trip. Fortunately, the Silver River was loaded with wildlife of all sorts.
Passing by one of the many downed trees along the way, we spotted a primordial procession of turtles leaves the water, seeking the warmth of the sunshine. Given that we were bundled up against the cold north wind, it seemed like a good idea.
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"Photography is a craft that is acquired over many years!"
And the camera is only the tool!
When not 'dictated' by a client, I take images that come out of my brain, the birth of the idea, the development of it, my vision and the creation, my enjoyment and the challenge, the hype and the anticipation, the struggle and disappointment of the failures, the gathering of your courage to try again... the stamina, the madness some love to call passion?
The playing with light, to me, the ultimate high, I don't need anything else. Once the image is there, I'm content, and if it 'inspires' others, releases an emotion, that's wonderful!
And I've seen how my photos have 'inspired' many!
I'm not stupid to think that everybody is going to like, let alone understand my image, but I can easily live with that, because I do not have that expectation!
I, in the first place, have to be happy with it, the quality, the composition, EVERYTHING, it has to be immaculate, I have to stand by it 100% or the outside world will NEVER see it!
That goes for my pro AND my free work (what you see here).
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I hope that you enjoyed my 'rave'?
Take care, all the best and above all... enjoy your photography.
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Just recently, the landscape has changed at the ranch where I take so many of my photographs. Progress dictated that a road needed to be built that would go right through the property, and to do that many trees had to be felled. Big, majestic walnuts and oaks mostly, some planted by family. It has been heartbreaking to watch week after week as large pieces of the forested landscape was scooped clean of those trees and seeing them lay there in piles, discarded. So, in that state of mind, my Sentient Being, Brody and I head there like we do most weekends for the day. As I open the car door to let him out and he bounds away grinning, I consider how he doesn't notice any of this. All he sees is this amazing place he loves. Probably his most favorite place on the planet, like it still is mine... despite the damage.
There are a lot of ways to view things. One can choose to see what isn't there, or attempt to find the beauty in almost any situation. Many of us don't even participate actively in gratitude on a daily basis like we should. Life has the ability to toss us about, knock down our trees and carve grooves in our souls. You can be minding your own, happy as a clam or maybe even barely getting by, and Fate comes along and decides it's time to 'mix things up a bit' in the name of progress or growth. Before you know it, your world is amuck and you are lying flat on your back. It can be wearisome to know there are just some fights that will take it all out of you and occasionally there will even be those you just cannot win. That's okay. Lying flat on your back for a minute might just be the best place to be to catch a rest and take a look at the stars.
First picture of a small series (3 pictures at all) of yesterday´s desks. Starting with a sixties desk, you can see a Grundig Stenorette L dictating machine, a FeTAp 611 Telephone (graue Maus) and a Carl Desk organizer. Next Friday we will take a look on a seventies desk.
I wanted the shell of the dead tree to dictate the mood of this beautiful spot on the river Medway in Kent.
Long exposure 10 stop Hitech and split toning in Lightroom.
This is dancing with the light... You know my feelings... The light dictates the love... and it could be a sweet dark light... called shadows...
You know what? I feel like dancing... Soulmate
Have A Beautiful Sunday...
TIO...
Hilton Falls Pathwalk...
Today I find myself in a black and white mood. The wonder of digital photography is the ability to shift a saturation slider and pull all the colour out of a photo. Then to tweak the black and darkness levels until the desired effect is achieved. I remember the heady days of my film photography days, when the decision to go black and white; was buying a full roll of 24 exposures, whilst the film really dictated the level of de-saturation or monochrome effect based on the type of black and white film you used. Both have their merits but the digital realm allows so much more freedom and flexibility.
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