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I didn't even take this photo. I am too out of shape and too afraid of heights to make the 3 mile round trip hike up to the arch. So, my step daughter hijacked my camera and did a great job! Then she ran back to the car....!!!
The famous Delicate Arch from a different angle.
I climbed down behind it (careful good shoes are necessary).
From here it's way easier to take shot without any people in it and it's something different from the well known shot from the other side.
Taken from the Winter Camp Wash side (about 100 meters below) with the BAP, balloon aided photography. Early morning and already a good crowd is gathering.
This is the first time I had used a BAP camera with a bit of telephoto, instead of as wide angle as possible.
Arches National Park, September 2001
I am going to be away this week for the Thanksgiving holiday, and thought I'd leave with a preview of my latest project and next set of photos I'll be posting. A couple of weeks ago, I ordered a Nikon Coolscan V ED film scanner and started scanning my film negatives.
In 2001 Rachelle and I spent our vacation visiting various National Parks in the Southwestern United States. At the time I had a Canon Advantix (APS format) camera, and knew absolutely nothing about photography other than point and click. This was the trip which spurred me to become more serious about photography. So please forgive the lackluster quality of these photos, I think the landscapes more than make up for the deficiencies of the photographer.
For me the highlight of our visit to Arches that year was the hike out to Delicate Arch.
The wind is at 60mph on that day but we still hike up to the delicate arch. Not good for a photoshooting as the wind blow all the sand and cover up the entire area.
Everything in the outside world is easier to clean up after-
than your own actual damn life.
It's always about not losing everything in the exact moment you're in.
It's not about gaining much. It's just about gaining.
I can live through everything or I can answer for everything
but sometimes both is too much for one day.
If I was going to get hurt, or have a hard time,
I want to do it all alone, with no one looking.
Sometimes I say too much.
( I never seem to get the talking thing right.)
You can never travel to somebody's smile. It's just there.
Beyond.
Some people can make you feel like you don't have any skin, like there is nothing to protect
you from someone seeing in.
That's what this was like.
Stuff gets tangled up inside me, and I have to unwind it gradually.
(It doesn't help to rush it.)
I've heard his speech a thousand times, which made the inside of him
look more like the inside of me -than I could bear to imagine.
The whole thing was like a ball of tangled rope,
and I couldn't begin untangling it until I could find the ends.
Everybody only has just so much voice. And I was losing mine, from all the screaming.
I've got so many things on the tip of existence,
at times I can't tell where the sad is coming from.
And you can get smacked in the face a thousand times,
and not feel it,
because you're too busy taking care of the inside pain to notice what's going on around you.
Then the sandpaper comes and takes away everything that is covering your nerves,
so there is nothing left but rawness.
So you have to close them off, all of them. For safe keeping.
(Just in case you want to feel again later.)
And sometimes, you get to wanting to say everything, but then you realize
the whole thing already said itself.
And then your truth comes pouring out
and doesn't quite match what you thought had happened,
when you were planning all the words inside your head.
And when you think of all of that at the same time
the inside of you misses those days more than
the outside of you will let on.
No that it matters to him or them or anyone.
So we all go around pretending we know where we stand with people.
And then I realize
that some of the favorite parts of me
are the parts that you don't understand.
Melanie Iglesias performs on January 23, 2020 at the Jewelbox Theater in Seattle, Washington, USA
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'Delicate pleasures' the meaning of Sweet pea in the language of flowers.
"Here are sweet peas,on tip-toe for a flight
With wings of gentle flusho'er delicate white,
And taper fingers catching at all things
To bind them all about with tiny rings."
John Keats
textures thanks to pareeerica and Shadowhouse creations.
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I find myself walking aimlessly on the alleys of an abandoned park, stepping on fallen twigs, slowly decomposing after so many rains, in a cozy bed of brown autumn leaves. Ahead, wind’s naughty child, a micro twister plays with some of them and then suddenly throws them into the air, along with unwanted, forgotten, mud-spattered plastic wrapper – which gets a chance to show its last sparkles.
I’m stepping on this extremely hard pavement which, strangely enough, reminds me of a gray rat we used to have for a few days when we used to live at my parents’ house. I manage to see the dark skin of this creature only every so often, but I feel it constantly biting my feet with its pebbly teeth.
One more step… and another one… I moved something with the front part of my right shoe. What is this beast trying to hide from me? I lower my body towards the ground, in order to examine the object more closely. Is it…? Yes, a dirty, muddy, somewhat peachy, lost earring that slept here for God knows how long. I feel a bizarre attraction towards this old thing, a deep need to discover it, to know its story; I feel it calling me in a powerful, intimate way.
I clean its smooth surface with my own shirt, only to reveal a beautiful, gradual color transformation, from a delicate ivory to a charming peachy pink, which smiles in the friendliest way. Somehow, this tiny, magical thing makes my chest feel warmer and invades my entire being with a sudden wave of memories from another life.
I remember our old peach tree orchard, with its abundance of white, silky petals, joyful butterflies roaming a perfumed heaven. And a couple of 10 year old children, with peachy cheeks, running around the smooth alleys, laying in the grass and letting the petals kiss and cover their bodies.
And then, we met again a couple of years ago. I remember that peachy dress flowing so beautifully and those earrings that looked so much like the peach flowers. I knew I had found, once again, my peach flower.
But then the dream dissipates and I’m left with the same cold, damp reality, in a deserted park. Was she even real?
I have to take my numb being out of this sickening environment and to convince my unworthy legs to walk the streets again and take me home. I find almost no strength when climbing the stairs and I feel it’s even harder to twist the key into the keyhole.
Home is exactly as I had left it, only darker. A familiar smell oozes lazy in the air, but it’s now too cold to think about opening the windows. Extremely tired and with that tiny treasure still in my pocket, I drag myself towards the bed without switching the lights on. A solitary artificial ray, coming from the street, dares to cross the blinds, focuses on my pillow and guides me towards it. An unexpected scent tickles my nostrils as I approach. And right there, resting on the thin cloth I see… a few petals from a peach tree flower. And I’m going back to her…
We heard him first, then watched in awe, a beautiful hummingbird, no more than 2 inches in size! Awesome to both watch and photograph ;0)
I am quite happy with this one.
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Isn't she delicate? She looks always so fragile. <3 She's the most girly girl of all of my girls lol.
We took the trail to Delicate Arch, it's a 1.5 mile trek all uphill on either soft sand or flat rock, oh did I mention it was in the 90's. We were exhausted by the time we reached the top. The wind was howling at the top and we both felt rather exposed what with a sheer drop on our left side, so I only got a few shots and this is the best.
A 5 second exposure at f2.8 on a near 50 year old zeiss 80mm with a 55mm extension tube.
Unfortunately the water main had become contaminated hence the high level of dirty and marking on the picture.
The bokeh and gradation of this lens I must admit surprised me more than I though was possible and I must say I think I may persist with some macro flower photography on the strength of this shot.