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del·i·cate
pleasing to the senses:
pleasing to the sense of taste or smell.
marked by daintiness or charm of color, lines, or proportions
marked by fineness of structure, workmanship, or texture
marked by keen sensitivity or fine discrimination
Thank you to Nesster for the texture layer.
This morning the frost was hard and the sky clear. These Silver Birch held onto their icy coat far longer than some of the other bigger trees and gently, very gently moved in the slight breeze. They were almost dancing, clothed in the delicate ice layer in front of my eyes. So beautiful!
En unos pasos sujeto el silencio,aquella abertura en su beneplácito sugiere.. que al entrar habrá mil suspiros y ellos consigos abrazarán..
maggi entra a luz.. :)
Her skin is the color of the darkest chocolate, rich and deep against the winter landscape. Icy frost traces delicate filigree around her eyes—brilliant blue, startling as a cloudless winter sky, framed by patterns that look painted by Jack Frost himself.
Snow-white hair cascades in careful braids on one side, each plait woven with precision, while the other side flows free, catching wind like silk ribbons in a storm. The asymmetry is deliberate, a balance between order and wildness.
Small, fluffy clouds drift around her body as if she commands the very atmosphere, as if the sky itself has descended to orbit her presence. They move with her breath, these pocket storms, hovering close like devoted companions.
She is neither entirely of winter nor entirely separate from it—something in between, something that exists in the liminal space where beauty and cold weather meet. Where warmth and frost find unexpected harmony.
Some say she was born from the first snowfall that touched volcanic earth. Others claim she simply is, without origin or explanation.
Both might be true.
As I composed here I noticed a raven pair fly over head then roost left center, under side of the arch. Stone underside must be more irregular than it appears and affords a safe roost for the night...
This photo was taken on October 23rd, 2005, on the last day of my first trip to New York city. A huge leap of faith, one of the largest I had ever taken. It was indeed a trip that was to forever change my life. And with each subsequent trip there, more opportunities to travel - 2006 to Seattle, 2007 to Detroit, and many more trips to the city that never sleeps. And on each journey I met fellow photographers who would touch my soul and heart in such a profound way, life and self discovery expanded at exponential speed. I was no longer afraid of who I was, what my art had to say, what i wanted to be, where i wanted to go. That period was not without tears, pain, loving and letting go, but within that vulnerability I drew strength and courage. I felt alive. It all felt right.
It's odd, how our perceptions of the world around us, as well as the perceptions we have of ourselves change over time.
This image once symbolized unapologetic vulnerability and delicate fearlessness, but looking at it again, 4 years later, I see melancholy, reservation and fearful naiveté. It is me, has always been me, but what is different? When I look in the mirror, I don't see this same woman. Something in the eyes has shifted, been displaced, lost in the shuffle of daily struggles. Life in New York, Seattle, Detroit has moved on, but i feel as if I am frozen in time, my life, hyphenated, struggling to find balance again, to be inspired, to find my way back to my passion, purpose, simple things that once made me very happy.
My camera has now become a utilitarian machine, serving no other purpose than to document the world around me. I ask myself every day - will i ever find that inspiration again? That passion to create, the courage to be fearless?
Mom goes in for her next scan at the end of the month, and then a subsequent meeting with her oncologist on the 4th of December. There are two ways this could turn out - the cancer can come back, or she can be free of cancer. Two ways our Christmas could turn out - a white happy Christmas, or a grey sad one. We pray for the best, hope for recovery but prepare for the worst.
Perhaps that is what is happening now with my photography - I'm praying for inspiration, hoping for discovery but preparing for creative closure.
Perhaps these wounds I have collected over these past 4 years need time to heal, but it also makes me realize the necessity of finding a way back to a medium that once helped me process the world around me, and that this might be the only way to make sense of the world again. But there is fear. Fear of what i will see in the next self portrait; but is a leap of faith I must take one more time.
Delicate Arch is one of the most photographed arches in the world. Most shots are taken from the north/northwest side around sunset and at fairly close range. So I started thinking about how to shoot it differently. And what could be more different than shooting from the south/southwest at sunrise from far away? Starting with that I walked around for some time on the slickrock about 1/3 mile below the arch until I saw this gnarly old juniper and decided it deserved to be in the shot and would add “something completely different” to the equation. For perspective, the juniper is no more than 8 feet tall. The opening in the arch is 46 feet high and 32 feet wide.
This isn’t a “knock your socks off shot” but I think I achieved my goal of a different take on Delicate Arch.
~Dedicated to Mom; a lady delicate by nature...~
combo of my own textures &
candy bokeh rain from : pareerica
www.flickr.com/photos/8078381@N03/4072685053/in/set-72157...
Il famoso Delicate Arch, una delle strutture naturali più impressionanti di tutto il grande ovest americano.
Guardando bene alla base, si scorge una figura umana che rende meglio l'idea delle proporzioni.
Ma la cosa più bella è il colore della roccia, che all'alba ed al tramonto si accende di colori davvero intensi.
Foto dal mio archivio, Utah
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“As delicate as flower, as tender as rose petals, choosing to be tender and kind in a harsh environment is not weakness, it's courage.”
― Luffina Lourduraj
you can't visit Arches National Park without taking a picture of the Delicate Arch ;)
[ISO 100 | 18 MM | F/22 | 1/30 sec]
I lost all inspiration to take any photos about a year ago, but since Lockdown I have spent more time in my garden and watching the flowers open has made me gradually begin to
take a few photos again.
This little rose is from me to you all, wishing you safe and well wherever you are in the world.
I love standing near the beauty of cherry blossom trees. These small, soft and delicate flowers are always a reminder to me how fragil life can be.
Delicate Arch is a 16 m freestanding natural arch located in Arches National Park, near Moab in Grand County, Utah, United States.
The arch is the most widely recognized landmark in Arches National Park.
Because of its distinctive shape, the arch was known as "the Chaps" and "the Schoolmarm's Bloomers" by local cowboys.
Without a doubt, it is one of the most photographed arches of this great park and the sunsets are especially crowded by photographers and tourists from all over the world. This is really quite a spectacle of great beauty.
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Delicate Arch es un arco natural independiente de 16 m ubicado en el Parque Nacional Arches, cerca de Moab, en el condado de Grand, Utah, Estados Unidos.
El arco es el hito más ampliamente reconocido en el Parque Nacional Arches.
Debido a su forma distintiva, el arco era conocido como "los Chaps" y "los Bloomers de Schoolmarm" por los vaqueros locales.
Sin duda, es uno de los arcos más fotografiados de este gran parque y las puestas de sol son especialmente concurridas por fotógrafos y turistas de todo el mundo.
El conjunto es realmente un espectaculo de gran belleza.
Arches National Park, Moab, United States
September 2016