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Mischievous smile... Looking into the depths of the Great Lake, she quietly whispered: "Ambition is the path to success."
Yes, my fine flickr friends - we are right now in the depths of winter. I reckon its got to one of the coldest winters I have ever experienced here in Australia - may have to go the Department of Immigration and ask for a refund ?? ;) - is that with an 'I' or an 'E' - I am sure Ian Campbell will know
Not been on here for a little , getting back in to work and also looking to find a new place to live as huge construction across the road from wakes me up with crazy drilling every morning - been looking in other areas however keep coming back to Bondi - as rosiepaddington, rosiewoollahra and rosievaucluse don't quite have the same ring ;)
Finally got down to the beach again this morning with monster oceans and dark skies - love it and thought I would give you guys a break from the colour of Bali. Hope you are all having a lovely weekend and give me time to catch up. I have put in a few applications for places and also have Jury Duty coming up too which may take up some time if I am selected...so probably at least another 4 weeks before I am back on here full time :).
Sunrise light fills the labyrinthine canyon of the Colorado River as it feels its way south through the sandstone toward the Abajo Mountains, Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah.
This photo was made over three years ago when we visited with friends in Moab for Thanksgiving, not realizing we were taking for granted the ability to be carefree with other people, sharing a meal and good wine without worrying about viral particles. But, the crucible of Covid has forged appreciation for such simple things that perhaps would forever have been taken for granted.
Technical notes: Stitch of three horizontal frames; used a tripod for once, found it relatively helpful.
Yellowstone National Park, West Thumb Geyser Basin
Nikon D800e, AF-S Zoom Nikkor 24-70 1:2.8, Singh-Ray LB Warming Polarizer Filter
Exposure Details: ISO 100, 62mm, f/5, 1/160 sec.
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Female Long Tailed Duck fighting a strong current... When I used to hunt many years ago, these were known as "Old Squaw" ducks. In the interest of PC, that name has been pushed aside in favor of the name "Long Tailed Duck". These ducks are among the most adept of the diving ducks, being able to dive to depths of 200 feet and thus being powerful swimmers. They need to be to live and feed in the Indian River Inlet where the currents are swift and the depths reach 100 feet in places.
“An enchanted world is one that speaks to the soul, to the mysterious depths of the heart and imagination where we find value, love, and union with the world around us" ~ Thomas More
Ilheus da Ribeira da Janela, Madeira
Hidden amidst the vertiginous cliffs on the north coast of the Macaronesian island of Madeira lies the beach at Ribeira da Janela. The beach is special because it contains huge, rounded black boulders and several iconic sea-stacks, known as the “Ilheus da Ribeira” or the “River Islands”. These ilheus protrude like monsters surfacing from the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. The otherworldly vista is made yet stranger by the luminous green algae (not technically phosphorescent, but rather photosynthetic, chlorophyta) and the unexpected beam of violet light from the setting sun; Madeira is an island of colourful contrasts.
Pacific Fiction ...
Faithful to the heritage of conceptual art, fascinated by land art and especially by Robert Smithson, influenced by Olafur Eliasson’s teaching at the Institut für Raumexperimente in Berlin, Julian Charrière sets in motion research processes that give rise to performances, photographic records, films and installations.
His materials, including decaying organic matter, cryogenically frozen plants, sediment and salt bricks reflect particular times and spaces, both as tangible traces of what he calls a ‘geology of history’ and as explorations of humanity’s interdependent relationship with our environment.
Pacific Fiction – Study for Monument is one of a set of works created by Charrière following his exploration of the Marshall Islands and the Bikini atoll, part of his research into former nuclear testing sites as dystopian places par excellence.
The United States test-fired nearly seventy nuclear bombs in the Marshall Islands from 1946 to 1958, including Castle Bravo, the single most powerful H-bomb, which wiped two islands from the map.
Pacific Fiction, a pyramid of coconuts encased in lead, can be read as the model for a future memorial. The coconuts refer to the etymology of the Bikini atoll, which takes its name from the local Melanesian name ‘Pikinni’, ‘pik’ meaning ‘surface’ and ‘ni’ meaning ‘coconut palm’. The lead is used for its physical property of withstanding radiation. While the pile of coconuts echoes a stock of cannon balls, the work’s pyramid shape and its subtitle, Study for Monument, also conjure up images of a tomb, Egyptian pyramids, the architecture of the bunkers on the Bikini atoll shoreline, and the angular iron monoliths that slumber in the depths of the Pacific.
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Pazifische Fiktion ...
Getreu dem Erbe der Konzeptkunst, fasziniert von der Land Art und insbesondere von Robert Smithson, beeinflusst von der Lehre Olafur Eliassons am Institut für Raumexperimente in Berlin, setzt Julian Charrière Forschungsprozesse in Gang, aus denen Performances, fotografische Aufzeichnungen, Filme und Installationen hervorgehen.
Seine Materialien, darunter verrottende organische Materie, kryogenisch gefrorene Pflanzen, Sedimente und Salzziegel, spiegeln bestimmte Zeiten und Räume wider, sowohl als greifbare Spuren dessen, was er eine "Geologie der Geschichte" nennt, als auch als Erkundungen der wechselseitigen Beziehung zwischen dem Menschen und seiner Umwelt.
Pacific Fiction - Study for Monument gehört zu einer Reihe von Werken, die Charrière im Anschluss an seine Erkundung der Marshallinseln und des Bikini-Atolls geschaffen hat, die Teil seiner Recherchen über ehemalige Atomtestgelände als dystopische Orte par excellence sind.
Die Vereinigten Staaten haben von 1946 bis 1958 auf den Marshallinseln fast siebzig Atombomben getestet, darunter Castle Bravo, die stärkste H-Bombe, die zwei Inseln von der Landkarte tilgte.
Pacific Fiction, eine mit Blei ummantelte Pyramide aus Kokosnüssen, kann als Modell für ein künftiges Mahnmal gelesen werden. Die Kokosnüsse beziehen sich auf die Etymologie des Bikini-Atolls, das seinen Namen von der lokalen melanesischen Bezeichnung "Pikinni" ableitet, wobei "pik" für "Oberfläche" und "ni" für "Kokospalme" steht. Das Blei wird wegen seiner physikalischen Eigenschaft, Strahlung zu widerstehen, verwendet. Während der Haufen Kokosnüsse an einen Vorrat an Kanonenkugeln erinnert, rufen die ursprüngliche Pyramidenform des Werks und sein Untertitel Study for Monument auch Bilder eines Grabes, ägyptischer Pyramiden, der Architektur der Bunker auf dem Bikini-Atoll und der kantigen Eisenmonolithen hervor, die in den Tiefen des Pazifiks schlummern.
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In the evening, when everything shroud into darkness
The darkness of the soul from the depths crawls out
To the surface demons rages from within
The same waters spells my torments
In the bad years, on the pain temple
I hear nothing but voice of conscience
Evil embraces my mind in its vicious tentacles
In his old' evil ways, let the devil settle
Hear me out, one who follows my damned soul
I see it all dark, he made it through my heart
My inner self splits in double, causing me a trouble
Not willingly, against will, I'm dead battlefield
Deep dark eyes, cross people in line of sight
Hear nothing but the empty tone of silence
See only grief as it sits on the threshold
Feel its hidden lament from deep within
Follows unknown path down to hells gates
Wanders roads of your world like a shadow
Like a dove trapped in cage of death
Corpse of living man waiting for taking his last breath.
P.
- Originally written by me on
Monday, July 03, 2018 03:36 AM
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A Great Egret creates a reverse ink blot on Horsepen Bayou. I see a white fire-breathing dragon with a diamond collar emerging from the depths. No, wait, it's an alabaster stairway leading into an ornate cave entrance passing underneath a waterfall. Other interpretations welcome (except from Jerome).
{ID Given}. Creeping Cinquefoil ~ Potentilla reptans.
From the depths of the archives.
Better viewed large, and thank you for your favourites. :)
"Sunset Spotlight:" The sun breaking through a small portion of clouds and illuminating a band of rain created a spotlight effect on the Grand Canyon, which was interesting to watch as it moved from point to point. I liked how this moment captured the sunlight landing in the depths of the canyon, and highlighting a distinct ridge in the distance. If you look closely, you can also see that the rock walls on the sides of the canyon walls at the terminus of the spotlight are shiny and wet from the rain.
The eyes, they say, are the mirror to the soul, offering glimpses of the profound depths that lie beneath the surface. They are, indeed, the most transparent windows through which the soul's secrets and emotions flow, often betraying the masks we wear to the world. Those irises, those pupils, they reveal the unspoken truths, painting the canvas of our innermost thoughts with vivid strokes of light and shadow. Despite our best efforts to maintain a facade, the eyes bear witness to the raw, unguarded essence of who we are. Like twin storytellers, they narrate the untold chapters of our journey, disclosing our joys and sorrows, our passions and fears, in the silent language of gaze and expression. In the quiet interplay of glances, the eyes hold the power to connect us, to reveal us, and to remind us that we are, above all else, creatures of profound depth, bound by the universal language of the heart.
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In the Depths of the Red Forest - Homemade Camera Obscura, iPhone 13 Mini
Here's how I made this camera: www.youtube.com/shorts/T9uZt3S6nEo
Layer upon layer of sandstone. Incredible what reflected light can do!
Taken with a Canon 5D IV and a 16-35 f/4L. Processed in Camera Raw and Photoshop.
Just trying out my photo upload from my iPhone to flickr thru email.
I'll add a description to this photo later after work.
Spring greens and high water flow in Big Creek in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. This was my first visit to this area of the park, it will not be my last.