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A Poem for William Basinski:
William Basinski has probably never worn flip flops
William Basinski can make fireflies dance with abandon
William Basinski only goes shopping in the middle of the night
William Basinski
William Basinski
William Basinski
I don’t need a body anymore.
I only need songs.
William Basinski sings lullabies to piranhas and turns them into goldfish
William Basinski eats words for breakfast
William Basinski doesn’t think about his appendix very often.
William Basinski
William Basinski
William Basinski
The street lights were all on when I biked home because the
City finally paid its electric bill.
William Basinski was a distinguished giraffe in his former life.
William Basinski has extra bones that help him stand so straight.
William Basinski is from another galaxy but still keeps his Southern accent
William Basinski
William Basinski
William Basinski
His heart is too big for his chest.
He makes music so we can finally rest.
William Basinski can hear peaches sigh.
William Basinski has a scarf to keep the world warm
William Basinski is part of our collective consciousness
William Basinski
William Basinski
William Basinski
He gave me a hug once and I liked it.
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Softening ice, disintegrating snow, and maybe the frogs are thawing....
Below freezing at night, but this day warmed to 55° F (13°).
This big farm house with many out buildings and a lot of land has been empty for a couple of years. It is still in good shape on the outside. So much of the farmland around here is being leased to big farm conglomerates.
290/365 pictures in 2018
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roots and branches of a Monstera deliciosa plant. They like to climb up tree trunks, I imagine that the tree trunk in this image has died and disintegrated leaving this tangle behind.
Make a Wish!
I Made a wish. Since comet Ison disintegrated I waited for the day I could see a comet naked eye. I tried several times. Light pollution in Athens had a different opinion. I didn’t give up hope. My summer holidays was at a bortle 2 sky. It was the time that the comet made the transition from morning to evening skies. So, there it was, a star with a tail, the most exciting thing I have seen in my life. When I think of it, gives me goosebumps! So make your wish and never stop trying to fulfill it.
This shot had a lot of planning and a big help from my girlfriend. It was made with an old Jupiter 21M 200mm f4 from 1975 and my modded A7s. I had a custom white balance color profile inside my camera that I used which gave the purple tone I wanted.
Exif:
Sony a7s, Jupiter 21m 200mm f4
Foreground 1x2sec iso 8000
Comet 1x20sec tracked with star adventurer
Blend in Ps
You can see more poses, watch a small video with the comet above the model and read all about my process, the problems and mistakes I made about with this shot at my blog www.star-surfing.com/blog/neowise.
Thank you and Godspeed the comet Neowise!
...of a thistle in the last rays of the evening fall sun...
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So I recently launched my first new photoshop tutorial video in over two years. It goes over how I have developed new ways to create more three dimensional light in my images using fairly simple techniques. Figuring these things out over the past few years has really reinvigorated my love for the art form. I hope those who check it out have a similar response to learning this stuff. I used this image, and many others, as examples of how I work light into a scene in which the land itself falls flat. You can check it out here:
www.ryandyar.com/light-contouring
As for the photo, it’s from a great night in a canyon in Utah with my great friend Miles Morgan. We had a blast running around with DSLRs and drones as there were intriguing compositions in every direction. Thanks for checking it out!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t two feet from your door seem like a bad place to put your well. You know what they say, “Location, location, location!” Apparently location was not considered at all in this case. Also, it seems like a bad idea to make the well cover a huge concrete structure at shin height.
One might be able to avoid it in the daytime, but in the dark it could be deadly.
“Honey, Bull Lee needs to go out.”
“Can’t you do it, Sharon? I’m half asleep in my chair.”
This comment by Norman did not go over well at all. “So you are napping while I am cleaning up the kitchen, after I cooked your dinner and did your laundry, and you can’t be bothered to take the dog out!”
“Okay, Sharon, hold it down. I’m putting his leash on now!” By this time, Bull Lee is dancing at the door.
When Norman opens the door, Bull Lee is off after a Fox in a flash. Norman is drug into the well casing at full speed. As he is flipping into the air ( not for the first time) he again questions his decision to locate the well near the door.
“Sharon, he yells, get the iodine and bandages.” Lying there looking up at the sky he starts to mentally count the scars on his shins. Yes, this is just as good as counting sheep!
“Oh, and Sharon while I try to get up, you’d better go after your pesky toy poodle!”
A derelict crop duster rests by an abandoned farmhouse on the edge of Gem Valley, Idaho. The wings and engine are gone and the fabric body has disintegrated. It will never fly again.
UPDATE: The airplane was a Piper Pawnee, produced in various models from 1959 to 1981.
Not only is this an abandoned house, but it is also a tiny house. You can see right through the windows to the woods outside. So it is a tiny, abandoned, see through house. I think this could be a fixer-upper. Found off a rural road in Virginia.
the sun shone yesterday morning. It made me realise how hard I find taking photos when the sun does not shine. It has been quite warm here, making me think of spring. I have doing some gardening, clearing away the old to make way for the new. Apparently we might have snow tomorrow (although we always have very little here), but I think it will be a brief return to winter
This tree trunk will eventually disintegrate, dissolve, and disappear - and will be recycled if you wish. A hundred years from now, there will probably be nobody to remember this tree. It will be as if it had never been here. As if. Because it was here. It once stood here for decades and left its imprint in the structure of life, even in the material and physical strata of the planet. As such, this tree has indeed impacted on the structure of the cosmos and changed it. Because it once was here, plenty of tiny changes have occurred around it. Irreversibly so. Remember.
In this era of instant internet news, you may ask why you should save your newspaper. There are two obvious reasons:
1. For house breaking a new puppy
2. To spread out on the table when eating crabs
Well, as you can see by this photo there is an obvious third reason that even I didn’t think of ... curtains.
You never know when you might need a quick set of curtains, which also provide excellent reading material, crosswords, sudoku and the like.
Old farm house located off a rural road in Lancaster County, Virginia. The plate on the truck says Farm Use.
"The last mushrooms", a group of crested ink caps, are edible in their juvenile stage, later they disintegrate into ink, as the name already suggests.
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
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Beneath the infinite vault of a twilight sky—where hues of gold disintegrate into bruised indigo—rises an immense shard of petrified time. Not shaped by compassion, but by the cold geometry of relentless forces. An arch of ice, improbable in its defiance, gapes like a ruptured portal, framing a sun that bleeds its final embers into the encroaching void. This light, fleeting and feral, clings desperately to the world before dissolving into darkness.
The ice itself is a contradiction. Its surface is etched with scars of upheaval, chaotic fissures that seem almost deliberate, like forgotten inscriptions carved by an indifferent universe. The void beyond the arch quivers, refracted and distorted, a reminder that even reality splinters when seen through such crystalline apertures.
Beneath this towering fragment, the water lies taut, a shimmering membrane of deceptive calm. It holds a reflection—pristine, yet disturbed—a liquid double that trembles as though under the weight of a concealed truth. This mirrored world does not merely echo the one above; it twists it, offering a version that is at once perfect and unnerving. It feels less like an image than an accusation, silent yet unyielding.
Here, form and dissolution are locked in perpetual combat. The ice, rigid yet eroding, looms not as a monument but as a fleeting testament to resistance. It exists on the brink of collapse, a fragile interval between birth and annihilation. To witness it is to confront the absurdity of persistence, the delicate violence of simply being.
In this frozen theatre, the serene and the catastrophic are indistinguishable. The sky burns with indifferent glory, the ice contorts in its silent struggle, and the water, ever watchful, remains a fluid archive of dissolution. To gaze upon this is to feel the raw pulse of entropy, to understand that all grandeur is borrowed time—beauty poised precariously at the edge of obliteration.
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If these reflections and landscapes speak to you, I warmly welcome you to visit my website. There, you’ll find more journeys through nature and thought — moments captured and stories told with a shared reverence for the raw, untamed beauty of the world: www.coronaviking.com
A small fir tree and a clump of salal have taken root and are growing on the top of a disintegrating totem pole, out of reach of deer, at the deserted Haida village of K'uuna Llnagaay on Louise Island, Haida Heritage Site, Haida Gwaii, British Columbia.
12/07/2021 www.allenfotowild.com