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Dam of lake Heilenbecker Talsperre, near Ennepetal, Germany
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Australia is suffering a major climatic disaster. Those infernal fires are of gigantic proportions, that are hard to imagine for most of us. Climate change is real. Young people have realized and are shouting for help, but sadly, politicians seem to don't care. In Mexico our ignorant president are supporting fossil fuels instead of renovable energies, which is a tremendous error for our future. Hope we can make a change before this is unavoidable.
"How can we dance
When our earth is turning
How do we sleep
While our beds are burning"
Midnight Oil: youtu.be/ejorQVy3m8E
Profondeur de bar...
Parce qu'il faut prendre le temps de lire l'avenir dans le marc de café et se plonger dans les profondeurs houblonnées en terrasse...
Thanks for the visit.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from February 2019.
I love the harsh winter sunlight kissing peoples faces as they emerged from beneath the 'Hielanman's Umbrella' on Argyle Street in the city. Enjoy!
Very similar image but still very opposite to the truth. That's the world in the mirror. If you look too much in there, you will drown in depth of illusion and you will become just a reflection of yourself.
Common name: Blanket Flower, Firewheel, Indian blanket
Botanical name: Gaillardia pulchella
Family: Asteraceae (Sunflower family)
This wonderful caterpillar caught my eye isolated on the rushes by the lake at Warnham nature reserve.
A quick Google search shows it might be a drinker moth caterpillar?
It's another week with a lot of work to bring home so I'm having to keep away from Flickr for a few days, but a half hour out with the camera has been the best relaxation. Please forgive me for posting my finds and running for a few days :(
FROM THE INTERNET:
With a depth of 1,943 feet, Crater Lake in Oregon is the deepest lake in the United States - and one of the most beautiful.
The water's intense blue color is an indication of its great depth and purity. Surrounded by cliffs, the lake is fed entirely by rain and snow.
Scientists consider Crater Lake to be the cleanest and clearest large body of water in the world.
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Crater Lake rests in the belly of a dormant volcano. The volcano once stood 12,000 feet tall, but it collapsed after a major eruption 7,700 years ago.
Later eruptions formed Wizard Island, a cinder cone that rises from the water. The park has an abundance of fascinating volcanic features, including a second rocky island, the Phantom Ship.
The flower I found in the palm tree farm mentioned before :
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Taken BC (before coronavirus) In July 2019 at the National Gallery Victoria when I was attending a Meetup for the Walk and Shoot group. Our theme was composition.
I shot this photo near Times Square in NYC with my iPhone6. Then I post processed it with Snapseed and the new Depth Effects app.
A monochrome image featuring a row of bicycles parked at a rental station. There are about 30 stations with 200 bikes to rent in the greater Des Moines metro area, but at a brisk 20°F this morning, the demand is very low. All the bikes are here, all lined up. This rental station was photographed at E Grand Avenue and Robert D Ray Drive in downtown Des Moines, Iowa.
Developed with Darktable 4.8.0.
Golden hour photography uses the soft, warm, diffused light just after sunrise or before sunset, creating a magical, flattering glow with long shadows and rich red/gold tones due to the low sun angle filtering light through more atmosphere.
It's ideal for portraits and landscapes, adding depth and a dreamy quality.
Not quite the same in black and white.
Shooting in black and white during the golden hour
shifts focus from warm colours to light, shadow, texture, and mood, creating dramatic, high-contrast images with long shadows and ethereal light, emphasising form and emotion over hue, and often revealing timeless, classic compositions.
The river Tone. Taunton, Somerset, UK.
Although crossed with a few horizontal lines, this photo struck a chord with verticals. The far opening adds a depth to the image as well.
Depth over distance every time, my dear
And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
But it's the roots that will bind us here
To the ground
Depth over distance was all I asked of you
And I may be foolish to fall as I do
Still there's strength in the blindness you fear
If you're coming too
If you're coming too
Hold on, wait until that lone sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
Depth over distance was all I asked of you
And everybody round here's acting like a stone
Still there's things I'd do, darling, I'd go blind for you
If you let grow sometimes, let it grow sometimes, let it grow
Just let it grow sometimes
Hold on, wait until that lone sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
Depth over distance every time, my dear,
And I may be foolish to fall as I do
Still there's strength in the blindness you fear
If you're coming too, hmm
If you're coming too
Hold on, wait until that lone sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
To know this ride we're on
To know this ride we're on
Ben Howard
The number 13 is one of my favourite numbers. I am drawn to it and feel no negativity from it at all.
Happy Light Wednesday
Nearly three months separates the photos in this composite. Yet it feels like much less in my increasingly contorted perspective of time. As a child I would sometimes spin in circles. I loved the momentary sense of imbalance before my senses fell back into rhythm. The passage of time gives me the a similar sense of imbalance. However these days the normal rhythm is never fully restored. I stumble from one season into the next with a failing sense of comprehension about the progression.
Photography at least provides me with a tangible set of way posts to mark my journey. My phone in particular offers an amazing visual tracking of life moments. I often cross through the camera roll quickly. It creates a weird motion blur where you can't really focus on a single image. Rather I discern only shapes and colors that correlate in part to the season in which the pictures were taken. Another trick is to zoom way out until hundreds of photos appear in miniature. Love seeing my recent life translated into to a mosaic, billions of pixels. Individually indiscernible, but collectively representing my daily experiences on the pathway of life.
Standing on the edge off this woodland pond the other day, I was struck by the cold and barren bleakness. I thought back to that brilliant October day when I stood in this exact same spot. The scene literally burst into vibrant and joyous color. This composite conveys that joy, but in a shocking, even disturbing juxtaposition. It put me in mind of the explosion of an underwater depth charge. Yet another unwanted time marker passing me by.