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In this mesmerizing art collection, we delve into a world where Salvador Dalí's iconic "The Persistence of Memory" melds with the eerie, surreal landscapes of Zdzisław Beksiński. Created in 1931, Dalí's masterpiece is renowned for its captivating, yet bewildering portrayal of melting clocks in a desolate landscape. This piece has become a symbol of the fluidity and strangeness of time, especially in the context of the then-emerging theory of relativity and the subconscious realms explored by psychoanalysis.
Dalí's work is a testament to Surrealism, a movement that sought to unlock the power of the subconscious mind, blending dream and reality into an almost hallucinatory clarity. The melting clocks, often interpreted as a rejection of time's rigid control, invites viewers into a world where conventional perceptions of reality are challenged and reshaped.
In this collection, the haunting beauty and surreal atmospheres of Beksiński's work intertwine with Dalí's fluid conceptions of time and reality. Beksiński, known for his dystopian surrealism, adds a layer of profound depth and emotion, creating landscapes that are both dreamlike and nightmarish. The synergy of these two artists' visions produces a series of images that are not only visually arresting but also rich in symbolic meaning, offering a contemplative journey through distorted realities and the enigmatic nature of time and existence.
Each piece in this collection invites the viewer to step into a world where the boundaries between dreams and reality blur, where the persistence of memory and the echoing depths of the subconscious mind create a surreal tapestry of haunting beauty and timeless mystery.
Poem
In realms where time’s soft hands do fade,
And memories like shadows parade,
Beneath a sky, both grim and bright,
Lies a world beyond the night.
Echoes of Dalí’s twisted clocks,
In Beksiński’s land of paradox,
Where trees of bone and rivers deep,
Whisper secrets they cannot keep.
A canvas painted with surreal dreams,
Where nothing is quite as it seems,
In every stroke, a story untold,
Of a world that's both new and old.
A dance of light, a twist of fate,
In these scenes that time creates,
Here lies the beauty, eerie and sublime,
In every corner of this timeless clime.
Haiku
Twisted time whispers,
In surreal, dreamlike visions,
Eternal echoes.
Delving back into the wild and wacky world of Fungi.
On my weekend walk round a local nature reserve I was off the main paths where everything seems to get stood on and came across a group of about 15 pristine Elfin Saddle Mushrooms (Helvella lacunosa). A small species that was mostly obscured in the fallen leaves.
Every one was a different shape and I feel sorry for the Elf that was supposedly meant to sit on them!
. . . Miss Boss's Predatory Darkside . . .
Delving into the enigma of darkness, unearthing the depths within a predator's existence.
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Poem: Predators & Hunting Aesthetics
In shadows cast by twilight's muted glow,
Where echoes whisper secrets few shall know,
Lies a realm where fine lines intertwine,
Between killer's purpose and hunter's design.
Within this tapestry of blurred intention,
Two paths emerge, shaping this dimension,
One driven solely by the thirst to slay,
While the other seeks nature's wild display.
The killer, consumed by a primal desire,
To quench their thirst with deeds that inspire,
They revel in darkness, relentless and stark,
Their purpose derived from the essence of dark.
Yet the hunter, with keen eyes and steady hand,
Embraces the dance of prey across the land,
A symbiosis born from nature's decree,
Where life's cycle blends with pursuit's decree.
The killer, fueled by a hunger for blood,
Seeks dominance, an act misunderstood,
While the hunter, bound by respect for the chase,
Unites skill and instinct with nature's embrace.
In the realm where these fine lines converge,
Moral intricacies forever surge,
For both embody a force that's untamed,
Where destinies mingle, forever unnamed.
So ponder these truths, the hunter and the kill,
As the dance of existence unfolds at will,
For in their juxtaposition lies the key,
To understanding life's delicate decree.
...delving deep in the archives now - not taken any new photos for a while and just popping into flickr now and again.
Here's a gerbera I spotted in the crematorium grounds....
Explore #270 on 3.2.12
This image from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope captures the sparkling globular cluster NGC 6569 in the constellation Sagittarius. Hubble explored the heart of this cluster with both its Wide Field Camera 3 and Advanced Camera for Surveys, revealing a glittering hoard of stars in this astronomical treasure trove.
Globular clusters are stable, tightly bound clusters containing tens of thousands to millions of stars and are associated with all types of galaxies. The intense gravitational attraction of these closely packed clusters of stars means that globular clusters have a regular spherical shape with a densely populated center, as seen at the heart of this star-studded image.
This observation comes from an investigation of globular clusters which lie close to the center of the Milky Way. Previous surveys avoided these objects, as the dusty center of our galaxy blocks their light and alters the colors of the stars residing in them. A star’s color is particularly important for astronomers studying stellar evolution, and can give astronomers insights into their ages, compositions, and temperatures.
The astronomers who proposed these observations combined data from Hubble with data from astronomical archives, allowing them to measure the ages of globular clusters including NGC 6569. Their research also provided insights into the structure and density of globular clusters towards the center of the Milky Way.
Image credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA, R. Cohen
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Delve into a chilling scene captured in an original drawing, where the Grim Reaper manifests as an ominous shadow cloaked in a hood without a face. In a moment frozen in time, the Reaper extends its hands toward a lifeless girl, beckoning her to accompany him to the kingdom of the dead. The contrast between light and dark intensifies the eerie atmosphere, emphasizing the inevitability of mortality and the passage to the afterlife. This haunting artwork is sure to captivate viewers with its powerful depiction of the boundary between life and death.
This image from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope captures the sparkling globular cluster NGC 6569 in the constellation Sagittarius. Hubble explored the heart of this cluster with both its Wide Field Camera 3 and Advanced Camera for Surveys, revealing a glittering hoard of stars in this astronomical treasure trove.
Globular clusters are stable, tightly bound clusters containing tens of thousands to millions of stars, and are associated with all types of galaxies. The intense gravitational attraction of these closely packed clusters of stars means that globular clusters have a regular spherical shape with a densely populated centre — as can be seen in the heart of this star-studded image.
This observation comes from an investigation of globular clusters which lie close to the centre of the Milky Way. These objects have been avoided in previous surveys, as the dust spread throughout the centre of our galaxy blocks light from these globular clusters and alters the colours of the stars residing in them. The last factor is particularly important for astronomers studying stellar evolution, as the colours of stars can give astronomers insights into their ages, compositions, and temperatures.
The astronomers who proposed these observations combined data from Hubble with data from astronomical archives, allowing them to measure the ages of globular clusters including NGC 6569. Their research also provided insights into the structure and density of globular clusters towards the centre of the Milky Way.
Credits: ESA/Hubble & NASA, R. Cohen; CC BY 4.0
Dipping into the archives for this one!!! Ballycopeland Windmill and a heavily flooded road :)
If you look carefully, the image is upside down :))
Delving into my freezer I came out with these little beauties! Frozen carnations. I am not a fan of carnations so it seemed a perfect use for them. I thawed the bottom of the ice to reveal the petals on the top two cubes.
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Another shot from my delve into my red kite archives.
One of my main pleasures in life over the years has been watching red kites. A bird I have truly fallen in love with and never tire of watching.
I remember seeing my first one in Wales at a falconry exhibition, when even there, very few birds survived in the wild.
Fortunately now due to the combined efforts of the RSPB and wildlife trust the Welsh population is booming and these beauties have been reintroduced all around the UK.
A successful reintroduction was at Eccup in Leeds and these beautiful birds can now be seen all over the city.
As a result I have a fairly large catalogue of shots. A few months ago I noticed Flickr had inexplicably removed several photos from my stream, including one from my showcase shots. I thus went back into the archives with a view to restoring at least my red kite picture. Fortunately all the pics have been restored by Flickr but as a result I found several previously discarded shots of which this is one.
So many thanks to Flickr without whom this shot would never have seen the light of day.
Red Kite - Milvus Milvus
Harewood Estate - Leeds
Many thanks as always to all those kind enough to comment on and fave my photos. It is very much appreciated and welcome.
A delve into the archives here. A glutton waits for its next meal, a parasite, but a bird to be admired. So too its very busy foster parents for utter devotion to their guest.
still delving into my archives....
textures thanks to Kim klassen for 'paperstainedlight' and to Skeletalmes for 'aged photo effect'.
Delving into the archives for a few pics now....last years trip to Yorkshire included a stop at the Ribblehead viaduct. Seriously impressive bit of Victorian engineering and absolutely colossal up close.....made for a good fish-eye wide-angle subject. A couple of layers on this one - one for the sky, another for the grass & a third for the viaduct itself.
Constructive comments welcome! :)
Legate Mark and his legion continued to delve into the territory of Lampsacus. They were only a dozen miles away from the city when a small mountain range appeared above the horizon. In a small pass the citizen army stood defiant, bearing the colors and armor of Tylis as the bold red banner waved proudly above them.
Mark commanded his troops to form a line of battle and the Pierian Hoplites marched forward to meet the enemy.
But the enemy did not march forth from the pass to meet them! They stood firm in the narrow ravine.
Mark realized that his foes stood on the defensive and ordered his men to stand firm as well. To charge into the crowded gorge would be nothing short of foolishness!
Worried about the increasing difficulty about the situation, Mark strode forward in order to parlay with the opposing side, surely a few stinging taunts from the enemy would draw them from the cliffs?
Mark raised his arms to each side as if shocked.
"Who is it that hides among the rocks from the might of our spears!? Surely a brave people like the Tylisians would not stoop to such cowardice!?"
As Mark was speaking a Tylisian of noble bearing and stature strode forward as Mark had done.
"Surely a noble race like the Pierians would never balk in the face of danger!? Who are you strangers and why do you come hence!?"
Mark clenched his teeth and growled to himself.
"Oooh, He's good..."
"Who is it that defies the empire with such foolish words!?"
The Tylisian, with an air of affected respect saluted.
"I am Archon Bonacellus of Tylis! Who is it that parades about in the garb of a Pierian with the bravery of a mouse?"
Mark stood to his fullest height and spoke as if he were chiding a street urchin.
"I am Legate Mark of Bylazoria! Surely you miscreants do not wish to be trapped in a hole like a rat in the gutter!? Why do you not come and face us like true men!?"
The sarcastic Tylisian pointed his sword towards Mark with apparent delight.
"Aha! But do true men hesitate before a foe!? And even when the foe has smaller numbers!? You men are surely not Pierians, if you were, we would have been chased all the way hither to Thrace by now!!"
Mark knew his advantage lay in the open ground where his larger force could envelop the smaller but tougher Tylisian force. But he wasn't about to admit that to this quick-witted Bonacellus!
Though flustered, Mark pretended to look bored, crossed his arms around his chest and cocked his head to one side.
"Do you seriously think you can beat us by hiding in a ditch!? You puny civilians couldn't shoo off a flock of sheep let alone armed professional soldiers!!"
Bonacellus completely ignored Mark’s insult, and raised his weapons in a nonchalant manner.
"You may have heard that Lampsacus has no walls!? Well we do! But they are not of brick and mortar! They are of mountains and men! We stand boldly against your inglorious invasion like these immovable rocks and boulders! Either fight us like brave warriors or leave! If you find another pass we will meet you at the next. We shall utterly stop you or destroy you piecemeal. Make your move, cowards!"
Mark visibly quivered in pent-up fury. His army was just as rageful as he. But the Tylisian was right.
Mark's eyes glowed in anger.
"You will live only long enough to absolutely regret this day!! I shall find a way to overcome you and vanquish all who stand with you!!!"
And with that final statement Mark ordered his men to fall back and regroup.
To Be Continued!
I rather like how this turned out! Was a huge pain to photograph though... ;)
Also, this is the first time any Mark has lost a smack-fight. XD
TFVAHAGD!
I'm still around & will be back again soon - in the meantime, here's a few new shots of Freiya for you to enjoy ^ ^
See you all again soon ♥ ♥
I've long wanted to delve into the realm of "pseudo-surreal" astrophotography, one of the techniques I thought was cool was using a longer focal length lens to do long exposure stacking, then swapping the lens for a wide angle lens to take a foreground exposure, then merging the two shots.
So on the last morning I was too exhausted to hike back up the swell for more imaging, instead I decided I'd try this, I setup my camera and a 50mm lens and took roughly 1 hour worth of 3 minute exposures aimed at the Milky Way core. Then after that I took the 50mm lens off and put the 24mm lens on and took a foreground shot. It was a little cool (~40 degrees) and I still had a bunch of firewood left so I got a fire going while the camera was imaging the core and I was sitting around doing nothing, so that became my foreground. I thought it was kind of a nice context that I was reading Carl Sagan's "Cosmos" over the weekend and during this morning shot.
All shots taken with my Nikon D600 and Nikon 50mm f1.8 or Rokinon 24mm f1.4 lens on my iOptron Skytracker mount. The sky shot is a stack of 17 exposures, each 3 minutes, ISO 800, f4, 50mm (Skytracker on). Foreground shot is a single exposure @24mm, 1 minute, ISO 400, f4 (Skytracker off). All stacking, editing, merging, and final edits done in Photoshop/Lightroom.
A delve into the archive produced an Agfa slide taken on 4th April 1969 showing NCB 'Mexborough' built by Hunslet Engine Company in 1938 charging up to the road crossing at Wheldale Colliery Castleford.
Before we delve into the rest of the days surprise chase, we have to take it back a few hours. When word reached us that IC2466 was northbound on CN G889, destined for Dewey, IL, we knew we had to catch it. We scoured all the info on any group we could find, but only learned of its whereabouts after a message to a friend (thanks again Andy). While shooting it in light would have been preferred - and did end up happening - the current position and schedule suggested this would not be so. So, we decided to travel south to meet our blue devil deep in the night.
Despite actually getting pulled over in Arcola (a license plate light out! really? ah, man) on the way and horrendously botching a similar long exposure in Neoga, the night did bear fruit. As always, I'm hunting for grain elevators to replace Lodge, but Hayes was one I've shot a few times in actual fact. My previous long exposure attempt here was okay, but this time around, things went a lot better. Even though I had barely set up in time!
IC2466 led G889 by the old Hayes grain elevator. There's not much info I can find on this elevator, though the text on the panels - lit up by the 2466s lights - claims it was built by a company in Sioux City, IA. It is a classic wooden box elevator, clad with metal, and that makes it a brilliant photo target. Visible on the slowly collapsing elevator and its pair of silos is the green of the Hayes intermediate signal telling that blue devil to absolutely send it north.
We'd find the train coming to a rest in Tolono on the siding, the crew dying there, and we expected never to see it again. Instead, upon waking up the next morning, we learned it was quite the opposite. What an exciting night and day!
Delving into my wife’s archives again, this is Dorrigo National Park in New South Wales, looking east from the rather high and spindly viewing platform. Not a place for the faint hearted like me.
I believe this is a temperate rain forest, and part of the massive World Heritage listed Gondwana Rainforests of Australia.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorrigo_National_Park
Dorrigo, New South Wales, Australia.
creation spoke to me at sunset
creation spoke to me at sunset,
under canopy of fading sight,
in groves of winded whispers,
ancient oaks waiting for the night.
sun-bathed clouds through
dazzling leaves,
dazed and dancing free-
brilliant evening glories,
rhymed in poignant harmony.
sequined, fragranced beauties-
set in ocean dreams-
softly magnified by waters,
running slow to salty streams.
lingering beside them,
to breathe the evening sea,
i listened to the placid voice
that feathered on the breeze.
“remember what you see here-
do not forget this place-
write it on your memory-
do not let time erase”-
this victory won in silence-
as patience conquered haste-
foundationed now
in sacred soil,
solidified and safe.
still delving deep through solid sod,
continuing to bend,
beneath the ground
it rooted down,
to build its strength again.
did not begin to prosper,
until it’s hold was right-
then slowly grew in majesty,
upward to the light.
to flourish for
a thousand years,
before the sons of men-
and quietly tell its story,
to all that pass within.
.
james watkins 05-07
Delve into our Collett Archives and take a look at some of the fantastic pics of our haulage operations from days gone by - collett.co.uk/index.php/our-story/collett-archive
Delving deep into the city of Belfast at night, I navigated through the industrial, commercial and residential areas, and found myself drawn to those dark and often disquieting spaces now illuminated by domestic lights, street lamps and neon signs. While aesthetically alluring, these unnoticed areas of the urban landscape, where light and darkness collide, can suggest a sense of social isolation in the city.
© Conor O'Brien
A delve in to the archive and back to the storms of February 2014
© 2014 All images and use thereof are copyright of Daryl Hutchinson.
Reproduction of them is forbidden without prior permission
Delving deep into the city of Belfast at night, I navigated through the industrial, commercial and residential areas, and found myself drawn to those dark and often disquieting spaces now illuminated by domestic lights, street lamps and neon signs. While aesthetically alluring, these unnoticed areas of the urban landscape, where light and darkness collide, can suggest a sense of social isolation in the city.
Heading into what I think is a bog judging by the plants I could see - these trees which I think are black spruce and also something that looked like leathereaf. No tamaracks though.
Ever since I delved into the subject of the geology of the Sierra Nevada, the term batholith has stuck in my mind. Turning back the clock to millions of years ago when the west coast of California was a tectonic subduction zone, a huge volcanic arc like the Cascades existed throughout this part of what is now California. When the tectonic forces shifted and the subduction stopped, the vast sources of magma from those extinct subduction forces solidified into a mass of granite stretching hundreds of miles. That mass of granite is a batholith, and the tectonic forces have caused the once deep rock to uplift into the fantastical mountains of the Sierra Nevada. And the edge of that batholith forms the eastern edge of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. While most of the Sierra Nevada granite is a grey color, the Alabama Hills that rise up in Owens Valley are part of the same batholith but are a much warmer, browner color.
On this summer morning, I captured these two hues in the soft pre-dawn light. The scale of this place is so formidable for us mere humans, and the geologic time in which this place was forged is as fantastic to contemplate as is the splendor of the landscape.