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Ciao a tutti,
vi saluto con gli splendidi versi di Erri De Luca
Elogio dei piedi
Perché reggono l'intero peso.
Perché sanno tenersi su appoggi e appigli minimi.
Perché sanno correre sugli scogli e neanche i cavalli lo sanno fare.
Perché portano via.
Perché sono la parte più prigioniera di un corpo incarcerato. E chi esce dopo molti anni deve imparare di nuovo a camminare in linea retta.
Perché sanno saltare, e non è colpa loro se più in alto nello scheletro non ci sono ali.
Perché sanno piantarsi nel mezzo delle strade come muli e fare una siepe davanti al cancello di una fabbrica.
Perché sanno giocare con la palla e sanno nuotare.
Perché per qualche popolo pratico erano unità di misura.
Perché quelli di donna facevano friggere i versi di Pushkin.
Perché gli antichi li amavano e per prima cura di ospitalità li lavavano al viandante.
Perché sanno pregare dondolandosi davanti a un muro o ripiegati indietro da un inginocchiatoio.
Perché mai capirò come fanno a correre contando su un appoggio solo.
Perché sono allegri e sanno ballare il meraviglioso tango, il croccante tip-tap, la ruffiana tarantella.
Perché non sanno accusare e non impugnano armi.
Perché sono stati crocefissi.
Perché anche quando si vorrebbe assestarli nel sedere di qualcuno, viene scrupolo che il bersaglio non meriti l'appoggio.
Perché, come le capre, amano il sale.
Perché non hanno fretta di nascere, però poi quando arriva il punto di morire scalciano in nome del corpo contro la morte.
(Erri De Luca)
Tonight, I am in the worst physical pain I’ve ever felt. My body is reacting and I was expecting a reaction all along…just nothing like this. I suppose I was waiting for more of a positive change, rather than this deathly feeling I’m having right now. There’s nothing I can do, that’s clear. I can’t sleep though.
I visited my baby Cosmo today. The hike was exhausting. I’ve never made that walk through knee-high snow and I probably won’t again.
Everything was bare, as much is during this time year. No color or vibrancy anywhere. When I reached him, there were lanky little stems all around, with tiny green leaves sprouting off of them. It felt incredible. Perhaps he nourished new life: delicate new life. The little plants stood straight under the heavy weight of the snow. They were the only green around.
New life is possible; I know it is. This journey to reach the point at which I belong is the most painful I’ve ever endeavored upon. I’m not the first and I’m not the last to feel this way, though no one person’s path is quite the same as another’s. I absorb the world’s problems and I’m trying to learn not to. It’s like trying to teach myself not to smell. Impossible.
I am not a robot and have never been a robot. I am so in touch with my feelings that it hurts. Yet somehow, I am not in touch with myself. It’s possible. I’ve known many people in my life, few of which have truly understood. I’ve lost people, mostly because they just don’t comprehend the depth of what is happening. I think it’s difficult for people my age to understand my thought process; it’s just different. I don’t expect them too, because I prefer not to get specific with people. It’s ok with me to lose people. Nothing is permanent.
I have very few people in my life right now, but it needs to be that way. I can’t have too many hearts in my presence; I’m toppling over in emotion right now, no need for any more…if that makes sense. The few people I do have in my life know nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s ok with me to have these somewhat care free relationships; it’s easier. It’s easy not to explain what’s going on, perhaps because it’s nearly impossible to put into words. Nearly impossible. Not impossible. I also feel as if these people don’t care to ask what’s going on; almost as if they know it’s going to be more than what they bargained for. Again, that’s ok with me; I’m not looking to explain the details.
Except for my grandparents. They know everything. Even if I don’t say it, they know. They’ve always known and they always will know and that means the world to me. I feel badly that I can’t show them how thankful I am for their generosity and love; I will one day, I just need the energy. They are my best friends; they’ve never judged me, even when it’s clear I’ve been wrong. They are what reminds me that I’m important; every memory I share with them is positive. They are the people I admire the most out of everyone I know, perhaps to a fault. I’ve always wished to have the love story they do. I know it’s rare, but it’s been my dream. I’m past living out that fantasy now; I’m too old. I just respect them so much for how far they’ve come and what they’ve made for themselves. They are the most kind-hearted, loving, compassionate and giving people I know. Their kindness extends to every person in their life; I’m not sure how they spread themselves so far. I remember in fourth grade, we were asked to write our favorite place, so I wrote about my grandparent’s house. There’s something that feels safe when I’m there. Right now, I feel so out of control, so I’m craving that safety more than ever. I suppose this whole little tangent concludes in the fact that I love them unconditionally. When I don’t care about anything, I care about them. They keeps me going.
I haven’t written like this in a long time, but my photographs inspire me to do so. I’m not sure if I’ll continue using Flickr as a journal; I suppose that’s not really its purpose at all. I think though, along with my pictures, my writing is my art. It’s always been my expression, before I could handle a camera. We’ll see.
I have a quote taped on my wall that was written by Richard Brautigan.
“Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this.”
I am looking for my “this”.
Day two of my road trip across Utah- Took an evening hike up to Delicate Arch. Love love love this place! One of the more beautiful spots on the planet that I've been to. I like that there is a kid in the middle of the arch, as it gives more of a sense of the immense size of the arch. I'm so proud of myself for making it up there and then walking around the ridge to touch the arch as I'm terrified of heights!
Arches National Park, Utah.
I don't think there are many places that are shot more by photographers than Delicate Arch. But what can I say - everyone needs one, right? So this is my version. The skies weren't great that evening, but it could have been worse. At least there were a few whispy clouds in the sky behind the arch. This was taken just a few minutes before the sun vanished below the horizon.
I guess there's only a few weeks during the year when the entire front of the arch is lit by the setting sun. We just happened to be there then. The only problem was the shadows in front of the arch, but you can't have everything, right?
17-40mm f/4L | 1/8 sec | f/16 | ISO 100
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Delicate Arch in Arches National Park in Utah at sunset. It's about an hour hike to get to this point.
Arches National Park, UT
Probably the most photographed arch in Utah. It's even on their license plates. The wind was quite brisk here.
I really enjoy the fine, & delicate petals on these Bee Balm flowers.
The bees really enjoy them too!
Two more from the shoot with this beautiful young girl. Loved so many images from this shoot that the past few days i have been wondering which ones to post and which ones to leave out. You might see a couple more from this shoot which i may not be able to resist sharing with you! :)
A portriat version of the traditional "Classic Shot" of Delicate Arch with the mountains behind it from across the bowl.
Arches National Park
Read more about our October trip to Canyonlands and Arches National Parks.
The delicate 'bract' of the bougainvilea. A bract is a modified or specialized leaf.
Ah the things we learn through photography. :-)
It's Pink Delicates! John Fedele and Kevin Neblung. Their music is regularly featured on The Film Photograpgy Podcast.
Photographed at Black Forest Inn, Stanhope, NJ
11/3/2009
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Such beautiful, delicate flowers from the Hawaiian Botanical Gardens. Just lovely. Thought I would return from a few months of silence with beautiful flowers :)
From the Balloon. An interesting, to me, view of the the area east of delicate arch.
Including the rock wall that falls away as the area under it undercuts it.
Isn't she delicate? She looks always so fragile. <3 She's the most girly girl of all of my girls lol.
A single delicate snowflake. How many has it taken to accumulate a depth of 7 inches (17.78 cm) which have fallen in the last 48 hours?
The first of some photos taken on a recent trip to Moab, Utah.
This is a shot from Delicate Arch. Notice there is no arch....Simply put, too many people had the same idea I did, except they wanted their pictures taken while standing in the arch.
This is a VINTAGE Japanese Houmongi. Houmongi are semi-formal kimono that can be worn by both married and unmarried women. They are characterized by artfully arranged patterns that flow seamlessly across the garment's seams. This kimono displays a delicate pattern of peonies and chrysnathemums on a deep blue background This kimono likely originates in the mid to late Showa Period (1926 - 1989).
I have inspected this kimono in detail, there is a little bit of damage; some slight marks on the exterior and some patina on the white blossoms. There are also a few spots where the dye has bled a little bit, but this likely occurred during the dying process. Overall, I would rate this kimono in good vintage condition. This garment is 100% silk.
MEASUREMENTS:
Length: 159cm
Arm Span: 126cm
Width Across Back: 60cm
Total Width of Skirt: 130cm
Sleeve Drop: 49cm
SIZING
If you are unsure of how to interpret the kimono's size it is important to know that the length (collar - hem) should be approximately 10cm longer to 10cm shorter than the wearer's overall height (longer is better). This is because the excess length will be folded up at the waist. Meanwhile, the skirt should wrap around the hips a full 1.5 times. The armspan should also reach wrist to wrist on the wearer. In this case, the kimono will ideally fit a woman about 149cm (4'11") - 169cm (5'7") tall, with hips about 87cm (34") around. There is some give and take in these measurements though.