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Ese lugar nuevo. Ese nunca habías visto. Ese ambiente. Y sobre todo esa pequeña sonrisa que se te escapa en ocasiones, al ver la imagen en la pantalla de tu cámara, cuando finaliza le exposición. Eso NO tiene precio.
This new place. This you had never seen. This environment. And especially this small smile that escapes from you in occasions, on having seen the image on the screen of your camera, when it finishes him exhibition. It does not have price.
in the theatre of the street, he walks unseen — a lone figure lit by the digital glow of elsewhere. around him, the world collapses into shadow, silence, absence. the weight of disconnection is not loud; it hums quietly through the grid of our lives.
This place is eerie. The building is a wreck, all caving in roofing and broken glass. The detached trailers and unhooked truck cab seem right for the loneliness and disconnection in the scene. The puddle and the tree are "natural" elements that are perhaps not entirely at home here, though the trailer in the center is becoming overgrown with grasses and weeds, life taking its inevitable course. Absurdly there is a for sale sign on the building.
“The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.”
Clarice Lispector
Ludovico Einaudi - In Memory Of A Dream
This photograph stirs within me a profound contemplation on the transience of existence. Life, by its very nature, is fluid and unpredictable. Yet most of us cling to the illusion of permanence, believing—despite countless contradictions—that the present moment will stretch endlessly into the future. Whether this delusion is a blessing or a curse remains unclear, but it undeniably obscures the truth: our universe thrives on impermanence.
From the microscopic oscillations of atoms to the colossal dance of galaxies, every layer of reality is a dynamic system governed by an infinite web of variables. Even the brief spans of perceived stability—a calm decade in a human life, a millennia of tectonic quiet on Earth, or a billion-year equilibrium in a star—are mere pauses in an eternal symphony of change. Yet our mortal lifespan, confined to a flicker of cosmic time, limits our ability to witness these grand transformations. Few of us will see mountains rise or glaciers reclaim continents. Even the volcanic eruptions and storms that once awed our ancestors now feel like distant myths, buried under the noise of modern life.
This raises a haunting question: How much of the world’s metamorphosis goes unseen by our eyes—or unacknowledged by our minds? We are inundated with information, yet our consciousness filters out the vast majority. Worse still, many of us retreat into virtual realms, where curated images and algorithms numb us to the subtle, relentless shifts in the physical world. In this digital haze, even the climate crisis or the erosion of ecosystems can feel abstract—a problem for "later" or "others." But this disconnection, this refusal to engage with impermanence, is its own kind of peril.
Returning to the photograph, taken years ago during a period I once deemed "dark" and unbearable, I now see it through a startling lens: those were the good old days. The mere fact that I captured the moment—that I had the capacity to frame beauty amid struggle—proves it. Herein lies a paradox: our sharpest clarity often arrives only in hindsight. We romanticize the past, dread the future, and overlook the agency we hold in the present.
And so, the photograph becomes a metaphor. It reminds us that every "now" is a thread in the tapestry of memory.
While we cannot control the universe’s variables, we can choose how to inhabit our fleeting moments. To act with intention. To savor the warmth of sunlight, the laughter of a friend, the quiet courage to endure. These choices—these conscious stitches in time—are what transform the mundane into the meaningful. They become the stories we tell, the photos we revisit, the wisdom we pass on.
What if we treated each day as both a relic of the past and a seed for the future? What fleeting wonders might we notice? What burdens might we release? The answers, like the universe itself, are ever-evolving—but the power to shape them begins here, in the breath between reflection and action.
Between September 4th (left) and 6th (right) the Sun's coronal mass ejections tore apart the tail of comet 2023 P1. This is termed a disconnection event as portions of the tail are disconnected and dispersed by their impact of the Solar wind resulting from the Sun's activity. The impact of the Sun's activity to rapidly disrupt the comet's tail is amazing.
Captured with a Vixen VSD astrograph and a Nikon Z7II camera in Tucson AZ.
What's the subject? The bonsai tree or its shadow?
The complexity of the bonsai tree itself is interesting, but I think more interesting is the shadow projection which has nearly an insect or dragonfly-like appearance, all projected from the part of the tree outside of the field of view. I also like the shadow line projecting from the tree as if it was a cut rope, delinking the two, in a way, goving this photo 3 elements. Anyway, this is one of my favorite little photos.
“Stress is basically a disconnection from the earth, a forgetting of the breath. Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency. Nothing is that important. Just lie down.”
-Natalie Goldberg
“Sometimes when people are under stress, they hate to think, and it's the time when they most need to think.”
-Bill Clinton
If you couldn't tell already, I'm stressed out. :/
Everything in my life is a stress. Even things that I love, like taking photos and putting them on Flickr... I'm stressed out about not posting enough!!!
I'm playing Lacrosse right now and I don't get home until 5:30ish which then, the rest of my day is packed with homework.
I'm doing terrible in my classes and I just want to cry and make this all go away.
Senior year is just one giant stress.
6 days until my 18th birthday.
3 months until I graduate.
5 months until I move out.
6 months until I start college.
I feel like everyone is depending one me, like I NEED to fix everyone elses problems.
No matter how much fun I have, I still have this incredible weight on my shoulders, or thoughts in the back of my head.
I'm sorry I haven't been posting, I will when I can.
Update on life:
I love Lacrosse.
I went to a dance club last night and it was super fun!
Skydiving is probably not going to happen for my birthday anymore, considering my parent's financial situation :/
I've become antisocial again, I feel like I'm losing the people that I love the most... if you're reading this, I'm so sorry, I'm trying...It's just so hard right now. Please forgive me.
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“Vulnerability is not weakness, and the uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure we face every day are not optional. Our only choice is a question of engagement. Our willingness to own and engage with our vulnerability determines the depth of our courage and the clarity of our purpose; the level to which we protect ourselves from being vulnerable is a measure of our fear and disconnection.” ― Brené Brown
Looking out over the windswept Oregon coastline, ominous clouds gather overhead as a curtain of rain softens the horizon. A lone rock offers tenuous shelter to the seabirds and seals that live along this stretch of the Pacific ocean. Misty light filters down through the darkening, roiling sky, lending a soft glow to the moody seascape.
As the storm moves ashore, I capture a few frames and think about how it is difficult not to feel small in a world of such overwhelming beauty. Read more on the blog.
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I can only offer you fragments.
Snippets, off-cuts and history agreed upon.
The stains and smells are from people, some dead, some barely alive. The indelible smears of a soiled life brocade the walls to witness: that here people lived, cried, suffered and eventually died. Here were happy people intent upon good, their dreamcatchers still hanging, nicotine stained from the cracked bulging ceiling. The walls painted an optimistic shade of purple faded to lilac where the searing shafts of Australian summer breach the unforgiveable polyester curtains. A once beige pottery mug, long separated from its handle, bears witness that cigarettes were important to the departed residents. A notice threatening disconnection lies on top of a yellow phone directory both scrawled with names and numbers and shopping suggestions for dinners long consumed.
picture from: Cox collection
info from: Ships Nostalgia
The fifth ship to be named “Eastgate” built by Turnbull and Scott 1957
Shell 'K' or 'H' type vessel.
turbine product tanker 12166grt
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British tanker ‘Eastgate’ under attack at Vung Ro bay june 6 1968.
story as told by W.T. Alexander
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It promised to be an interesting stay in Vung Ro right from the start.
As we where mooring up to the sea buoys a US Navy destroyer at the entrance to the bay started lobbing 5-inch shells over us and the surrounding hills.
This made us look questioningly at the 2 members of the US Army who where taking samples of our JP4 cargo prior to discharging.
“Don’t you worry non son. There is a bit of battle goin on over them thar hills. But thars 10000 Koreans in them hills and Charlies scared shitless of them Koreans”
He the regaled us with stories of Koreans taking Viet Cong heads and sticking them on poles outside their bases. It all sounded very reassuring.
I was 17 years old and training to be an officer in the British Merchant Marine.
This was my first trip to sea and life was exciting. I’d joined the Eastgate just a couple of weeks before in Hong Kong. From there we had sailed to Singapore to load JP4 and other petroleum products for the United States Military in Vietnam.
Vung Ro was a small port south of Qui Nhon.
There where 4 bouys to berth a tanker a short distance from the shore. The tanker discharged through a submarine pipeline attached to a buoy. This pipeline supplied an airbase inland.
A jetty for cargo ships was just north of the base. These berths where occupied by the “American Scientist” and another US merchant vessel.
The day passed quickly with lots of things happening. A cliff face was blown up by the army engineers. A blast which knocked all of us interested spectators back two paces. Then two Hueys landed on the beach and some very nice looking young ladies stepped out and where escorted into the camp.
Our two resident army radio operators informed us of a strip show at the base that evening and if any of the crew where interested they would whistle up a boat. Well amazingly enough most of the crew where interested. So those who could get the time off duty duly went ashore and where royally treated by our American hosts.
Unfortunately I was not one of the chosen few but you can’t win them all.
I came on watch at midnight to find all was quiet.
Andy, my sidekick, informed me that pumping had been stopped due to a suspected hole in the pipeline and the hole was to be investigated the next morning. Sounded good to me.
0130. I was on the poop on a routine fire watch, looking over towards the base ashore.
A flash and a shower of silver sparks form the middle of the base followed immediately by an explosion, followed by another, and another. I got to thinking that this shouldn’t be happening.
I went back midships to see the 2nd Officer who was also of the opinion that this was not usual. The 2/O hit the alarm bells whilst I went to let the Captain know what was happening.
The Chief Officer started to organize the disconnection of the pipeline and attaching it to the buoy ready for use next time. Andy and I where sent off to make sure the ships blackout was complete whilst the Captain was conferring with the two radio operators as to the next move.
Meanwhile a mortar round exploded close to the bow of the “American Scientist”.
Many of the crew jumped overboard whilst others left the ship on the landward side. They ran along the jetty but 2 shells landed at the shore end of the jetty and they turned and ran back to the ship.
When I got back on deck after checking the blackout I found all the engineers on deck with lifejackets.
I asked the 3rd engineer what was going on and he said the Captain had told them to get ready to abandon ship.
What had happened was that the Captain was a bit unsure of what to do and had asked the American radio operators. The operators had lost touch with the shore and where unhappy about sitting on top of 12.000 tons of JP4 with mortar shells flying around the place. So they had advised getting everyone ashore.
Whilst the Captain considered the Chief Engineer, an old gnarled Scotsman with a limp, stormed up to him and told him in no uncertain terms “Captain you’r not abandoning this fucking ship”.
This had the effect of pulling the Captain out of his uncertainty and ordered the Chief to get the engines ready for leaving.
Our problem was that there was no emergency evacuation plan for leaving the port. We had lost touch with all other units and the local patrol boats where busy picking up the men in the water from the “American Scientist”. Ashore there was nu letup in the assault on the base with the sound of the mortar shells being joined by that of small arms fire.
Finally we where ready for off. We had to let our mooring ropes go from the ship as there where no boats available to let them go from the buoys. This would add to the hazards of leaving because of the risk of the ropes fouling the propeller.
We let go one from each buoy, but then came the next problem. The “American Scientist” had let go her moorings and was manoeuvring to leave the bay. It was far too dangerous to have 2 large vessels manoeuvring in such confined waters at night, blacked out, and in the middle of a battle. So we had to wait.
In the mean time helicopter gunships had arrived and where spraying the hillside above the base with gunfire and rockets. This was hugely spectacular and worth waiting to see.
So we where all stand by waiting to complete unmooring as soon as the “American Scientist” was clear. The only crew members who where not at their stations where our Arab firemen who where under the port lifeboat with packed suitcases. They where eventually driven back down the engine room by the 2nd Engineer.
I was up on the bridge as the order was finally given to let go the remaining mooring lines and leave the bay. A manoeuvre which the Captain did brilliantly, his former nerves now seemingly well settled. Our American radio operators still couldn’t get in touch with the base and where more than a little worried sat on the deck on the bridge wing. Our Captains remark to Dave Piggott the helmsman when we finally cleared the bay was “I don’t know about you Piggot but I think I need a new pair of underpants” Bit of a wag at times our Captain.
And so we spent the night a safe distance offshore to see what the morning would bring.
And the following morning, still no radio contact with the base, so we continued our offshore patrol.
Later in the day we received a message from Shell Tankers that we where to proceed to Qui Nhon to complete the discharge. But then the next problem. Most of our mooring ropes where still attached to the bouys in Vung To Bay and the Captain was loatch to go without them.
So we headed back towards the bay to see if we could get them back. As we approached the bay one of the patrol boats dashed out and a chap with a megaphone demanded to know “what the fuck are you doing here with that ship Captain ?”
The Captain explained that we had been told to go to Qui Nhon but could we have our ropes back first please.
Eventually a party of our crew went into the bay on the patrol boat and towed the mooring ropes out and we said goodbye to our radio men who seemed quite relieved to be off.
From there we sailed to Qui Nhon. Three days later we passed Vung Ro on the way back to Singapore. We could see fighter bombers attacking the hills to the north of the bay. And so it went on.
Postscript
About 8 years later I was on a chemical tanker sailing from Newhaven to Elizabethport. The pilot for Long Island Sound turned out to be the Captain of the other merchant vessel that was berthed alongside the “American Scientist” and a regular runner into Vung Ro.
Het told me that the Koreans had been moved from the hills around Vung Ro but no one had thought to inform the American troops of this fact. They thought they where well protected but where not.
The other thing he told me was that the “American Scientist” had a large quantity of napalm on board hence the crew reaction to the near miss.
W.T. Alexander
Hornsea England
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"Eastgate" sunk 30.3.1973
as a result of a collision when approaching Hong Kong at night.
With the French mv “Circea”.
fire amidships and 3 crewmembers lost their lives.
Total loss and delivered to ship breakers at Kaohsiung 3 months later.
The title of my first yet to be written & illustrated book. Boy am I "dreamin" or what? I think today's soup is mixed with too cold, windy, flurries, and a certain amount of disconnection from reality. I cannot motivate myself to do things that don't involve photography. I am off now to retrieve one of my clamp lamps from the Pottery Shop where some of the photos are on display.
Development of technology has been a cause of disconnection.
We now find ourselves absorbed by our devices and isolated from the rest of the world.
Wharf Street, one of the most picturesque scenes in Maine, gets its name from the fact that it used to be on Portland's waterfront, home of the wharves that brought in many tons of trade from across the world. Fore Street occupied the same function Commercial Street does today. So how did it get there? In the 1800's the land behind Fore Street was filled in for several hundred yards out into Portland Harbor, making it possible for establishments like DiMillo's, RiRa's, and Chandler's Wharf to exist today.
I've been wanting to get a good shot of this street for a while. It's a great nightlife spot (I used to party here in my crazy days), but is under the threat of massive gentrification. Under current proposals, six of the buildings currently lining this section of the street would be demolished and replaced by taller, more modern buildings, with a large metal skywalk connecting them across Wharf Street. Now, I am all for change and modernization. These properties were foreclosed on in 2011 and bought at auction. However, I think that maintaining the historic context and character of this street is extremely important to the City of Portland and all of Maine, for that matter. A large metal skywalk just doesn't do it for me.
My role as a photographer is primarily one of being an observer, but I believe we all advocate our values in our choice of subjects and presentation. I value community and a sense of place, two values that seem to be under constant threat in our modern world of connected disconnection and fast-food, big-box, retail chain stores everywhere you go.
ALIENATED by Adwehe, the December 2024 exhibition @ Nitroglobus main hall.
Adwehe returns to the gallery with an introspective collection that explores feelings of estrangement in the face of a rapidly shifting world. Drawing inspiration from the global socio-political landscape, Adwehe’s work reflects on themes such as the upheaval in Western political movements, the persistence of global conflicts, and the dramatic evolution of societal norms. Her art serves as a poignant response to these sweeping changes, offering a personal view into the alienation and disconnection many of us feel in these turbulent times.
Visitors can expect a vibrant and heartfelt presentation that not only showcases Adwehe's multi talent but also sparks meaningful reflection on the state of the world today.
See you @ the gallery
dido
Sincere thanks to David Silence, who as always created the professional poster, based on an image of Adwehe.
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Opening party: Monday 2 December, 12 PM SLT
Music by DJ Kastor
LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
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Description of the artist:
In this exhibition, I attempt to touch on some of the darker sides of what technology has brought us in recent decades. Even with all the benefits it brings, social media and AI continue to cast an ever-growing darker shadow over society and the world, leading to division, destabilization, exploitation, and alienation.
The title of the exhibition also reflects my own feelings of alienation from the creation of more images, in the context of the unimaginable amounts of images produced every day. I embarked on a journey using only SL and the EEP sky options in the viewer to slowly delve into these feelings of alienation, drifting through the stories of our time.
Nuance and greyscale are not popular these days, its all black and white, a one second attention span, no thinking needed, all subtlety and depth erased.
I just want to be reborn, again and again, in beautiful vibrant colors.
Grayscales... translated into vibrant color.
Adwehe
Deer Hollow Farm, Rancho San Antonio County Park. February 2017. Shot with Fujifilm XPro2 and 18-55mm f2.8-4 lens in Acros R.
ALBUM: RANCHO
A young boy is left to his own thoughts as his father-fisherman checks thoroughly a life vest, which is apparently in a state of disrepair.
The disconnection between the father and his son was short lived, however, as some words were exchanged again between them just before I left the scene several moments later.
Taken from a village seashore in Subic, Zambales, Philippines.
Act 4
"While lost in translation, the echoes of souls entwined reveal a profound disconnection, as whispers of understanding drift like fragile dreams, forever suspended in the vast expanse of the unknown."
LM: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Lost%20Angels/207/114/38
Tunes: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aB-YnWpDz5w&list=PL-1kvMPmp96...
Chakra 1 - Challenges that can waken your Root Chakra include travel, illness, financial problems, or anything else that threatens your sense of security.
An underactive root may manifest itself in weight gain, sluggishness, low self-esteem and worry..
Sings of an overactive Root Chakra include preoccupation with money and shopping, as well as an excessive need for control
Chakra # 7
Hyperactivity in this chakra manifests itself in over-intellectualism, delusions of grandeur, even psychosis. Signs of deficient energy are difficulty thinking for yourself, apathy, and spiritual disconnection.
$$ - Random fact about me.... After I graduated from high school, got my associates degree in paralegal studies and started working in a collection law firm down town. I worked there for 6 years.
Solar activity produced a disconnection event on October 31st that disrupted the tail, a day later (right) on November 1 2025, the tail is restored much as it was on October 30th. Watching the Sun's activity and its impact of the tenuous gas and dust of comet tails in fascinating because of its rapid changes and evolution. This is one of the great transient phenomena of the Solar system that is accessible with small gear.
Both images captured with a Vixen 100 mm VSD astrograph, Nikon Z8 camera with 11 minutes of integration time stacked on the comet head, that produces the elongated stars.
Quite the plague of Starlinks, sure would be nice if SpaceX would put a multiplatform AI software up for all (and freeware with updates) to remove their marring of the night sky from imaging, even though I cannot remove the view of them wizzing by in the eyepiece. Maybe they could paint them black instead of the bright mirror they are.
Even in the middle of experiencing the ongoing effects of unspeakable experiences, destruction, harm, devastation, disconnection, sadness and terror you still work hard to look for light and find some beauty. This certainly isn’t easy and it’s something you aren’t always capable of at all times. And it is courageous and admirable that in the middle of extreme difficulty you continue to grow as you practice searching for these glimmers of hope, not as a way to pretend everything is alright, but as a way to help yourself move through the unspeakable at a pace that is appropriate for you.
[image created on 4-27-2023]
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/ATL/181/192/1009
Memories of a Foreign Reality
'The myth of the individual has left us disconnected, lost, and pitiful'
*Kate Tempest
Memories of a foreign reality`s main thought is based on the struggles and feelings of disconnection of the individual.
Back in the 60`s and 70`s there was a need to raise this individualism as the holy grail. We evolved the individual to the highest goal, and now we see the result.
Millions of confused minds are searching for a hold. Entangled in political and economical strategies. The American dream, or the possibility of being a important person on the world wide web has given us a tenuous hold, a fragile rope that can easily be severed.
Populism, preachers, industry each have their play with us.
We are living in interesting times of change.
The soul... a character in a context... equal to others... seem to be forgotten. But it is there... it suffers... and it tries to be seen.
The bringing together of two artists who not only admire each other as photographers but as people was a journey that culminated with Memories of a Foreign Reality.
Merging both photography and ideas resulted in some interesting work that evolved as it was passed back and forth until each was content with their own perception of each piece
Hello Flickr! New work!!
Series: The "Good Life" Photo #1
Title: Shopping Spree
Models: Jade, Amy, Tim
Before I get into this photo, I'd like to back up to my Footprints series which (for those who don't know) is a series that focuses on major ecological issues. When it came to consumerism I found myself stuck in trying to sum it up into one photograph. I felt it had to be it's own mini series and thus The "Good Life" was born....
Consumerism. It is defined as “a social and economic order and ideology that encourages the acquisition of goods and services in ever-increasing amounts”.
The result is a shift towards materialism, disconnection and competition that leaves us confused about what we need and what we think we need. Big business and marketing strategies know exactly how to feed into our instant gratification and more is more culture.
This is environmentally unsustainable. It would be impossible to look at reducing environmental pollution without looking at reducing consumerism.
It’s a simple question to ask yourself, “Do I need this or do I want this?”
The “Good Life” is a short series that poses that exact question through a juxtaposition of “simple and happy” to “excessive and miserable”. What do you consider the “good life” to be?
To help with this series I asked for help from the people I felt have a uniquely strong, respectful, intricate and protective tie to the land, First Nations. They not only have a connection of love and spirituality to the land but also a great sense of responsibility to protect it for future generations. We have a very powerful message to learn from these communities.
Thank you to my models and especially Jade Willoughby who not only took time out of her busy modelling schedule to be a part of this but collaborated with me and gave me guidance to what was appropriate in conveying my message. Thank you Jade!
You can find me on instagram now at www.instagram.com/robinmacmillan
Thanks for the comments, faves and visits
To see more of my 4K videos please see my Video Website: vimeo.com/randyherring
To see more of my 4K HDR videos see my channel: www.youtube.com/@hherringtech
This image poetically juxtaposes the tranquility of a California park during the dry season with the dynamic of human innovation and natural wonder. The daytime moon, a faint celestial body, hangs in the vast, deep blue sky, a silent observer over the earthly domain. Below, an airplane crosses the frame, a symbol of human progress and the ever-moving pace of life, contrasting with the stillness of the park. The sun-drenched landscape features golden grasses, parched yet standing tall, and resilient green trees that dot the scene, providing a lush counterpoint to the dry surroundings. A picnic area with a shelter offers a space for visitors to gather and enjoy the beauty of this natural setting, which is framed by the rolling hills in the background. This photograph tells a story of connection and disconnection, inviting reflection on the intersection of human activity, nature's cycles, and the universe's quiet backdrop.
Phone boxes. Cambridge, England (UK).
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ms Zaandam is sliding past the high-rises of BA's Puerto Madero district and this is goodbye to beautiful Buenos Aires.
The ship is heading to Montevideo Uruguay. The sky was somewhat hazing this afternoon.
Puerto Madero is a barrio (district) of BA occupying a significant portion of the Río de la Plata riverbank and representing the latest architectural trends in the city.
Today the barrio is one of the trendiest boroughs in Buenos Aires becoming the preferred address for a growing number of young professionals and retirees.
Puerto Madero benefits and suffers from the same factors that affect similar mega-projects: the comprehensive planning, done all at one time, has a certain sterility.
In part because of the high-quality of urban design, infrastructure and location, it quickly gets priced up, and is seen to be more a reservation for the rich than something which reflects the urban mix of the surrounding city.
A more serious problem with Puerto Madero is its physical disconnection from the adjacent neighbourhoods of BA, including the historic centre of the city.
Flickr has been for me something else than only a place for pictures. Here is a society inside of another society, different human relations and destinies.
So freaky and educating.
This song I have here mostly for myself, because I am in love with this music.
Three Steps to The Ocean - Zilco
I'm about to attend my first festival since Burning Man (where this photo was taken) over the summer solstice. New Zealand has kind of shut down like most countries in the world, but at least we don't have any active Corona cases here... so the chance to go to an epic music festival with no face masks in a place called Paradise near Queenstown - I can't say no! I've had a few of my cool hippie yoga friends send me messages that they've had visions and dreams that I must be there in attendance...that somehow the universe will be out of balance if I stay home and watch Netflix while crying into a gallon of ice cream. Well who am I to argue with the hallucinogenic visions of people that are barely functional in normal society? I'm totally kidding... these are my kinda people and I'm very excited. I'll be enjoying all the workshops, the remoteness, the disconnection, and of course I'll be doing some photography too. The festival is called Ancient Future and it will take place over the summer solstice on the longest day of the year, which is the 21st of December here in NZ. I'm sure I'll get more than a few zodiac readings... Just so all the astrologers are prepared: I was born on 7/7. That's right... a Cancer. Big surprise... Anyway, I'm already sounding like one of the other hundreds of awesome hippies for the New Zealand Woodstock.
La tenia guardada desde semana santa, ya que ahora en verano es imposible pillarla asi de vacia!
Mi lugar de veraneo desde ya ni me acuerdo... :)
Y pronto escapare hacia alli asique echare la persiana durante un par de semanas al flickr, disconnection time!
In ‘The Genesis Exhibition: Do Ho Suh: Walk the House’, Korean-born, London-based artist Do Ho Suh invites visitors to explore his large-scale installations, sculptures, videos and drawings in this major survey exhibition.
Is home a place, a feeling, or an idea? Suh asks timely questions about the enigma of home, identity and how we move through and inhabit the world around us.
With immersive artworks exploring belonging, collectivity and individuality, connection and disconnection, Suh examines the intricate relationship between architecture, space, the body, and the memories and the moments that make us who we are.
Source: www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/the-genesis-exhibiti...
Nest/s (2024)
Nest/s is connected to an ongoing fabric architecture series Suh calls ‘Hubs’. They form what he describes as an ‘impossible’ architecture. The Hubs serie is based on threshold, such as corridors or entryways, from spaces Suh has occupied throughout his life. In Nest/s, each section is drawn from rooms Suh has inhabited, which together create a continuous passageway. Unlike most building materials, the translucency and delicacy of the textile conveys impressions of the original space rather than acting as a precise replica. The work is made through centuries-old techniques of working with fabric in Korea. The polyester material is today used for traditional Korean summer clothing, emphasizing Suh’s interest in the relationship between architecture and the body. Nest/s breathable and porous quality allows in the surroundings of the museum and the sight of visitors passing through it, blurring the boundaries between inside and outside? Suh considers the fabric architectures to be ‘activated’ once occupied.
Source: Info in the exhibition, right next to the work
The comet came to the closest location to Earth at the date.
Ion tail showed multiple disconnection and kinking , and it seemed to reach beyond the right edge of the frame. It means that the tail was longer than 5 degrees at the night.
Two bright stars near the right upper corner were Mizar and Alcor in Ursa Major. The ability to perceive the separation of Mizar and Alcor was considered as an eye test in ancient Arab.
www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/18929764
I can perceive the separation thanks to my rigid contact lenses.
An enhanced inverted frame is here showing the detail and movement of the ion tail.
www.flickr.com/photos/hiroc/24533868715/
A short time lapse movie is here.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqJ2-CkpwDg
Earth Distance: 0.725 AU
Sun Distance: 1.382 AU
equipment: Takahashi FSQ-106ED, Reducer QE 0.73x, and Canon EOS 5Dmk3-sp4, modified by Seo-san on Takahashi EM-200 Temma 2 Jr, autoguided at the center of the condensation of the halo of the comet with Takahashi FS-60C f/5.9, SX Lodestar X2, and PHD Guiding
Here is a screenshot of my PC while guiding the comet.
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exposure: one shot 15 minutes at ISO 1,600 and f/3.6
The exposure started at 19:46:18UTC January 16, 2016.
site: 1,498m above sea level at lat. 36 32 19 North and long. 139 11 06 East in Volcano Akagiyama in Gunma, Japan
Here is a 360-degree view at the site at the night.
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SQM-L read as 21.13, and Dark Sky Meter pro on iPhone 6 Plus read as 21.17 at the night.
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Social Distancing. Our only tool right now to fight this virus. Social distancing does not equal social disconnection.
Stay connected my friends!
100x project where x=atmyfeet
ODC: shelter-in-place time capsule
This week, I wrapped up my teacher's assistant scholarship program at Haystack Mountain School of Crafts and returned home with bountiful inspiration and time for introspection. A main priority of the program was to disconnect from our electronics and truly live in the moment.
Although I enjoyed this experiment, I am unintentionally continuing this electronic disconnection after yesterday's photoshoot. My camera took a plunge into the ocean after the tide swept away the sandbar underneath my tripod. I was able to recover my photos from the memory card by soaking it in fresh water and alcohol, but for my camera, no such luck. I cannot help but think of my carelessness in taking my most important tool for granted. I am hoping that the hard work that I put back into replacing the camera will reinstill a standard of cautiousness and sensory awareness for the changing environments that I shoot in.
Model: My unbelievable talented girlfriend Alyssa Riggi
Music: "Mermaid". Richard Orofino youtu.be/4leTY-wWmzg