Discovery Italia
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A rather turbulent looking and somewhat elongated cloud, skirts the surface of the ocean and touches the crest of Pender Island. Above and behind, the swift moving higher clouds also reveal a warm light. Just another pleasant day in Sechelt with some new discoveries including a lone duck.
“God’s love is like an ocean. You can see its beginning, but not its end.” Rick Warren
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This colourful ceramic mosaic by local artist Peter Alting was dedicated in 1994. If you enlarge this photograph you can see how well he has crafted the ceramic pieces providing "Layers of Discovery" for the local region.
Of all the walks you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt - John Muir.
A weekend stroll through the woods of the Parkville Nature Sanctuary. It was getting a bit late in the evening. The heat and humidity has been brutal around these parts forcing me to wait even longer to venture out. The great thing about photography is that you can walk the same path countless times, but by changing your focus you can see it a new light. Discovery.
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A fun discovery while hiking a trail in La Fortuna, Costa Rica—a group of “Tent-Making bats”, tucked under the palm leaf “tent” they constructed to give them shelter as they sleep.
We’re on a mini-trip for a few days. Wesley here at the West Point Lighthouse at Discovery Park in Seattle.
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The ancient and sacred mound of the moon.
Probably…..maybe......
I mean I don’t know that, I just made it up, but it could be, it could have been back in the day, way before sheep farming and quad bikes became a stone age dream in a time when these hills were a playground for nature spirits and neolithic hunter grabbers who ran like the wind. Yes, I think back then it was probably revered as a place of moon worship. Think I'll notify the archaeo guys.
What’s that you say - yes of course I know I need evidence thank you very much, and I have it. I admit it is only circumstantial but very, very good circumstantial ……what’s more, you are looking at it right there. No, not the photograph but the fact - that isn’t a one off event you know, I’m not that lucky. No, it happens all the time over and over throughout the year, year after year, moon coming up right over that very mound and if dozy old Magoo is on to it don’t you think an ancient Celtic druid with mushroom enhanced vision and a beard like the tail of a comet would also be on the case? Stands to reason and he’d call it mound of the moon or similar.
I’ll bet they came from all parts to venerate it, thousands of them up there every month, high on adrenaline as the moon rose up, fires burning, drums beating, flickering flames daubed in mud and ochre, all howling, baying, cavorting and who knows what up there. I mean, there weren’t any police back then - just like with raves today …. Or if there were they were probably parked in front of someone else’s comfy fire dipping into the herbs or hassling healers - or more likely naked as babes and atop the hill with everyone else, sporting deer antlers, coming home stinking of grog and telling Mrs Neander-Plod they were doing heavy undercover work! Sigh - nothing new under the moon…..
And that sacred protector bird circling the mound tells me it may also have been a burial mound. I’d wander over there with a shovel myself and have a poke around but it’s an enormous hill and heck, I discovered it why should I have to do all the work - let the PhDs get some dirt under their nails and the smell of leather off their shiny pants.
Anyway, there you have it, my discovery, the Welsh ancient and sacred mound of the moon. I photographed it for you so that you can tell your friends and support it with proof.
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Understanding my roll.
When our first grandchild was born, my son’s family was stationed at NAS Pax River Maryland. We made the drive from Indiana to Maryland as often as possible and they the reverse. August was a beautiful baby boy who looked and acted like every other baby…like a little humanoid who had lots of intake and the smelliest of outgo. When it comes to babies…until they are old enough and can be responsible for their own head and neck, well let’s just say that holding one makes me as nervous as being wrapped up like a mummy utilizing live Boa constrictors! Scratch that as it is an exaggeration…I would prefer the boa’s!
I do not remember his exact age but I would guess it was around a year and a half old and they were in town for a visit. It was a beautiful spring/summer day and August and I were walking around the front yard, just exploring and enjoying time together. As we walked hand in hand, we came upon a bush. I have no idea what type of bush it was, even though it was part of our landscaping. It was both yellow and green, the type that looked a bit sharp but wasn’t.
We stopped and were looking at the bush when August without a word spoken looked up into my eyes. Instantly I knew his question and I said “You can touch it.” He gently reached out and started feeling the texture of a single branch, and smiled. It was at that exact moment, as if hit by lightning, that I felt like a grandfather for the first time…accepting responsibility for one of my roles in his life, to assist with discovery.
Fast forward seven years and I am at Custer SP photographing bison when I notice this little one. Its nose was inches from the ground and a few feet away from a lone blue flower. It moved from side to side, eyed fixed on the flower as if it was wondering what it was…a bit curious, a bit hesitant. A few seconds passed before it worked up the courage to approach the flower. When it bowed down to ascertain its fragrance, I took this photo.
Watching this bison reminded me of the thrill, the absolute blessing of discovery…making this shot a personal favorite from this trip!
Photo taken 22 May, 2023.
The first of three trains we would see this afternoon near Portage was the Glacier Discovery coming back from Whittier.
#52 Weeks: the 2021 edition
#Week 27: Discovery
Seaside rock pools host a variety of smaller animals and plants just waiting to be discovered during coastal rambles. These Zebra Snails are making their own discoveries as they wander around a pool at Merewether, Newcastle.
An imposing concrete monument that celebrates Portugal’s explorers and the era of discovery. There is an observation deck at the top of the monument which provides wonderful panoramic views over Belem.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
― Marcel Proust
An ongoing series of Black and White photos exploring the shapes and patterns of urban architecture in Toronto Ontario.
East wall of No 55 Ontario St.
Original photography using a Canon EOS 5DS body with a Sigma 24-105mm F4 DG OS HSM Art lens and Silver EFEX Pro as a Lightroom plugin for the Black and White conversion.
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