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Centred on the artist as avatar, she builds, breaks down, gestures, cries, dissolves. Colour passes over her monochromatic existence. At all times somebody and nobody. An exercise in the minimal.
A still from a video filmed at a performance by SaveMe Oh in Second Life, 7 January 2022.
Sea foam is created by the agitation of sea water and in particular when it contains higher concentrations of organic matter that has been dissolved, such as proteins, lipids and offshore breakdown of algal blooms. These substances can act like foaming agents and when the sea is churned up and breaks on the shore line trapping in air and producing the bubbles. The colour of the sea foam will depend on what properties are in the foam at that time. Due to the sea foams low density the foam can be blown by strong on shore winds from the beach into the land.
On this Sunday morning, the swan is quietly pulling its course across the Rhine in the direction of Stein am Rhein after the fog hanging over the river has dissolved.
...Monday night would provide a brief break from the plains and a quick visit to the city to grab some drinks. As I mentioned before, my relatives out there are also interested in railroads - so I didn't even have to ask to make a quick stop outside of Denver's Union Station to catch some trains. If we're being honest, I'd normally shrug at anything Amtrak around here - but I've found you'll shoot pretty much anything when you're so far from home. P42s are becoming the next dying breed anyway, so there's my excuse.
The train is on electrified RTD trackage shoving into the stub-ended station, and will get a fresh crew here, but won't end up departing until well after dark. This spot on the Wewatta Street overpass ROCKED, as we were able to look right into Coors Field across the tracks and watch the Rockies playing the Brewers... too bad I don't follow sports much.
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Sylvia Plath
This one cut right to the root of what i love about painting...
Exploring untouched walls, having no set plan, and being resourceful by making the most out of the minimal materials and time available.
1 quart of rolling paint
4 scrap cans
> 1 hour
Ice cold water
Life seems to sometimes take me for a ride and really the best I can do is try not to panic, remember that the answer is 42, and hold on while powers greater than myself dictate the future. I can't imagine that this place was planned, but to me this place became a work of art through thousands of years of monsoons, rain & wind storms. It's a barren an inhospitable place that becomes impassible when wet. On this trip I gained a new found respect for the mud in the southwest. In fact, an understanding, because the night before is when I got my jeep stuck in the mud 11 miles from the freeway as a thunder & lightning storm was rolling around on the horizon.
It was one of those moments where you're driving along on the dirt road and you see some mud and you think, oh there's a little water, but it should be fine. Well, in most cases, yes. In this particular place in the Southwest, you're going to get stuck.
I watched the sunset burn while I tried to frantically dig out praying that the looming thunderclouds didn't come my direction. As I night hiked out the lightning started illuminating the sky with bright flashes. If you've ever been out hiking alone in the dessert with lightning you fell like it's on top of you no matter how far away it is. The primal fear eventually subsided, and acceptance set in. I decided to sleep a few hours on this spot to capture this astronomical twilight scene. Alex Noriega was an inspiration here and deserves acknowledgement.
Splash zone pounding of the Kaiwi coast dissolves volcanic tuff, erodes basalt, and shatters surging waves into spray. A favorite habitat for opihi.
This denim dissolves in rain.
I really can’t get my head around why people buy jeans that are full of holes; I know they are fashionable but to pay for holes, come on! It’s like buying a packet of Polo mints, you pay for a hole and you get a bit of a minty sweet around it; beats me. I wonder what happens to all the middle bits.
Seen on Market Street, Manchester, UK.
Dissolved we be,
In death our matter freed.
With our roots upturned,
Our lives are returned,
To fuel another fire.
Though we be but a memory,
Our spark forever burns.
For in each life,
We find another.
Collaboration with my husband Nick in Stout Grove, California.
Slowly dissolving steam drifter - -
Built Lowestoft 1920 - - -
Falkand Islands - - - 1960's
Original colour slide - Voigtlander Bessamatic camera - print copied S23ultra
Frost-covered trees, a light blanket of snow on the ground and formless, misty woodland beyond. A January morning by Loch Awe.
This is a sight of dissolving tablet in water. This beautiful, satisfying and soothing colored rays starts starts coming out from it immediately after putting it in the water.
Marienberg Abbey (German: Abtei Marienberg; Italian: Abbazia Monte Maria) is a Benedictine abbey in Mals, Vinschgau in South Tyrol, northern Italy. It was founded in 1149 or 1150 by Ulrich von Tarasp and other nobles.
It has maintained a long tradition of education and, at 1340 m, it is Europe’s highest abbey. It retains a Baroque style with Romanesque elements, and has some well-maintained frescos.
History
The history of the foundation goes back to Charlemagne, who established a Benedictine monastery between 780 and 786 near Taufers, a town which on the Vinschgau side of the border with Switzerland, in Val Müstair (monastery valley).
Sometime after 880, the Benedictine monastery was dissolved and re-established as a convent for both sexes. About two hundred years later there was a reorganization, when Eberhard of Tarasp built the monastery of Schuls in the Inn valley in the Engadin for the male portion of the community, while nuns remained at Taufers in the Adige valley. After the monastery at Schuls had been rebuilt and reconsecrated in 1131, Ulrich von Tarasp called monks from the German monastery of Ottobeuren to revive it; the additional numbers made it possible to raise the community from a priory to an abbey. In 1149 or 1150 the community was re-settled on the hill near the village of Burgeis, under the name of Marienberg.
About one hundred years after its foundation the abbey suffered from serious conflict. It was sacked twice by nobles under Abbot Konrad III (1271–98) and in 1304 Abbot Hermann was killed by Ulrich of Matsch. The Black Death killed all but four members of the abbey including Abbot Wyho and Goswin, a lay brother, who later became a priest and chronicled the history of the monastery. This chronicle is divided into three books, the first of which details the story of the foundation and donations to the abbey. The second book of the chronicle is a history of the abbots, and the third recites the privileges conferred by popes and princes. It gives an account, without regard for order or chronology, of the founders, fortunes, benefactors and oppressors of the monastery. Goswin later became a prior of the abbey and court chaplain to Duke Leopold III of Austria.
In 1418 Marienberg was burned down and was later rebuilt.
After a period of decline in the sixteenth century, several German monks helped to restore and expand the abbey. Abbot Mathias Lang (1615–40), from Weingarten Abbey, reformed it, and in 1634 Marienberg joined the Benedictine Congregation of Swabia. Lang's successor, Jacob Grafinger (1640–53), enlarged the library, and made the younger members finish their education at schools of repute. In 1656 the abbey was again burned down. Abbot Johann Baptist Murr (1705–32) in 1724 founded a humanistic high school in Meran which is still administered by the monks of Marienberg. Abbot Placidus Zobel (1782-1815) compiled a chronicle of the abbots.
In 1807 Marienberg was dissolved by the Bavarian government, but was restored by Emperor Francis II in 1816.
Today the monks specialise in adult education: weekend courses and longer retreats are held at the abbey. The abbey itself is available for tours.
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“Does progress mean that we dissolve our ancient myths? If we forget our legends, I fear that we shall close an important door to the imagination”
― James Christensen
Visit The Wraithwoods at Fantasy Faire 2025.
The warehouses of Steenberg and Son. I can't find a lot of info on this business. The founder moved to the Newcastle area around 1850, the company now seems to be dissolved.
Zeiss Super Ikonta 531 camera
Zeiss Tessar 75 mm f/3.5 lens
Fomapan 100 film
Lab develop & scan
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One foggy night recently this scene demanded to be shot. I took a deep breath and held as still as possible and squeezed the shutter release. There's a streetlight behind the foreground tree. I like the spectral look of the background trees.
Excerpt from www.visitmammoth.com/trip-ideas/exploring-hot-creek-geolo...:
Hot Creek is a scenic wonderland containing dozens of natural hot springs bubbling up within the rocky walls of a river gorge and in the shadows of towering Eastern Sierra mountain peaks.
It is a breathtaking place where boiling, bubbling water rich in dissolved minerals emerges in turquoise pools rimmed by layers of travertine rock and shrouded in veils of steam. A short drive and hike is all it takes to meander along trails that run alongside the creek. From here sightseers get a first-hand view of the geological processes actively shaping the distinctive Eastern Sierra landscape.
Easily accessible throughout most of the year, a well-maintained trail descends into the heart of the geothermal activity. The short, asphalt trail descends into the gorge from the parking area and is lined with interpretive markers and signs. Once you reach the creek, the trail turns to dirt and adequate footwear is strongly suggested to ensure safe footing. Swimming is illegal at this location due to the rapid fluctuation of water temperatures, as changes of 200 degrees (F) over mere seconds have been recorded within the stream.
There are only a handful of places on Earth like Hot Creek’s active geologic setting, which makes it a nice addition to your next adventure in Mammoth Lakes. Within the shallow gorge, groundwater heated by subsurface bodies of molten rock (magma) reaches the surface and mixes with the cool waters of Hot Creek, creating a picturesque environment with otherworldly features. Below the hot springs, healthy populations of fish thrive off the abundant nutrition generated by the consistently warm waters of the creek. Delicate rock formations created by the precipitation of minerals rim the hot spring pools. Like most geothermal springs, the area is constantly changing and evolving. Once-active geysers and springs are now dormant or extinct, and new springs appear annually. Restrooms and picnic facilities are available at the parking area. The interpretive area is open from dawn to dusk throughout the year, although road conditions may prevent access in the winter.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lulworth_Cove
Lulworth Cove is a cove near the village of West Lulworth, on the Jurassic Coast World Heritage Site in Dorset, southern England. The cove is one of the world's finest examples of such a landform, and is a tourist location with approximately 500,000 visitors a year, of whom about 30% visit in July and August.[1][2] It is close to the rock arch of Durdle Door and other Jurassic Coast sites.
Lulworth Cove featured on the TV programme Seven Natural Wonders as one of the wonders of Southern England.
Lulworth Cove
The cove has formed because there are bands of rock of alternating resistance running parallel to the shore (a concordant coastline). The seaward side the clays and sands have been eroded away. A narrow (less than 30 metre) band of Portland limestone rocks forms the shoreline. Behind this is a narrow (less than 50 metre) band of slightly less resistant Purbeck limestone. Behind this are 300–350 metres of much less resistant clays and greensands (Wealden clays, Gault and Upper Greensand).
Forming the back of the cove is a 250 metre wide band of chalk, which is considerably more resistant than the clays and sands, but less resistant than the limestones. The entrance to the cove is a narrow gap in the limestone bands. This was formed by a combination of erosional processes by wave action and the processes of weathering. The wide part of the cove is where the weak clays and greensands have been eroded. The back of the cove is the chalk, which the sea has been unable to erode as fast as it does not dissolve in the sea acids.
The unique shape of the cove is a result of wave diffraction. The narrow entrance to the cove ensures that as waves enter they bend into an arced shape this is shown clearly on the photograph.
Stair Hole
Stair Hole, less than half a mile away, is an infant cove which suggests what Lulworth Cove would have looked like a few hundred thousand years ago. The sea has made a gap in the Portland and Purbeck limestone here, as well as a small arch. The sea has made its way through to the Wealdon clays and begun eroding them. The clay shows obvious signs of slumping, and is eroding very rapidly. Stair Hole shows one of the best examples of limestone folding (the Lulworth crumple) in the world, caused by movements in the Earth's crust (tectonics) millions of years ago. Folding can also be seen at nearby Durdle Door and at Lulworth cove itself.
Conservation, tourism, education and management
Lulworth acts as a gateway to this part of the Jurassic Coast. As well as the cove, across Hambury Tout (the large chalk hill to the west) is Durdle Door, a natural arch. To the east there is a fossilised forest. Lulworth is also close to Kimmeridge, famous for its rocky shore and fossils. The sea floor in and around the cove yields fossils, and oil sands beneath the sea bed form the largest British oil field outside the North Sea area, and contain the highest quality oil in Europe. Geologists and geographers have been interested in the area since the beginning of the 19th century, and in the 1830s the first serious study of the area took place. Since then the area has drawn Geology students from all over the world.
Purbeck suffers from trampling because of its many visitors and erosion from the sea. Management has been put in place to stop the coastline from being ruined, such as wooden steps and fences. These will keep people to a certain path and steps will reinforce the ground.
In 2001 the coast was granted World Heritage Site status by UNESCO. Experts at UNESCO have been working on preserving the shape of Lulworth Cove. Lulworth was one of a number of gateway villages on the coast with a Heritage Centre—part visitor centre, tourist information and natural history museum—which in 2002 received 418,595 visitors. Most of the area is privately owned by the Lulworth Estate, an estate held by the wealthy landowning family; The Welds.
Land to the east is owned by the Ministry of Defence and used for tank training, only open on weekends and holidays. The coast and land to the north and around the village is owned and managed by the Lulworth Estate (see Lulworth Castle). Each year, over 250,000 people walk across the hill linking the cove to Durdle Door.
In popular culture
Lulworth Cove featured on the TV programme Seven Natural Wonders (2005) as one of the wonders of Southern England. It also appeared in the Mike Leigh TV film Nuts in May (1976), and was used for the location filming in the Doctor Who serial The Curse of Fenric (1989) and in the film adaptation of the book World War Z (2013). Thomas Hardy also wrote a poem mentioning the location titled "At Lulworth Cove a Century Back."[
And now I see your face in the mirror
My secret brother, now uncovered
While dissolving into me
I'm breathing into you
Now I'm in you, now I'm injured
Now I'm healing, now I'm clean
Your voice sings inside my mind
Your tongue tastes points in time
We're threading tiny lights across the
Dome of the sky
We ride a single, endlessly unfurling line
Your love is deep in my bones
Now they're breaking now they're shattered
Do their fragments on the floor
Spell out our future, waiting to be told?
With rough hands and tender breast
White hair and tattooed vest
Now you're reaching, ever seeking
Ever watching your mind unwind
You hide beneath my bed
You sing inside my head
Hold my hand, be still now
If there's cancer in your blood
It works it's way through me too
We're all the same, uncontained
Boiling flesh, unspoken names
Dissolving, contorting reforming, distorting
I see your voice in my mind and I am singing
It works it's way through my veins
And my hands reach up to the sky
And they're burning as they're circling
I'm your vessel, I am creaming
I'm the avatar of your
Semen and I'm screaming
Each one of us is fueled with love
With your love to nourish
As you extinguish, I flourish
I'm inside your particles, your cells
And your molecules:
Each one of them is individually screaming
Poor little ones and zeroes:
They're screaming too
Our consciousness is true: it is physical
It is real it is divisible, and consumed
I am your child again again, your brothers
I am your sister, you're my sister too
Let the wires unwind
Let's celebrate the disappearing mind
True seeker, hold my hand
There is no sky, there is no land
There is no woman, there is no man
Each pain, each love, each regret is sacred
The wounded child is sacred
The murdering man is sacred
The imbecile is sacred
My spit in the dust is sacred
Your lover's sentient hand is sacred
Fucking is sacred music is sacred
To give up is sacred silence is sacred
Mindlessless is sacred
Sacred, sacred, sacred, everything is sacred
Nothing's wasted in our secret
Labyrinthine intestines of time
Through you I create myself
You are my one annihilating thought
Clenched in your fist
I happily cease to exist
Every thought is a capsule bursting
Spilling it's seeds in space
Each one is sacred each one is infinite
Each one dissolves dissolving is sacred
Erasing is sacred
I see your voice in my mind and I'm singing
I taste your voice on my
Tongue and I am flying
You animate my hands and I'm reaching
I see your voice with my eyes, right here
Right now in front of me, misting the air
(There is no man)
And I'm flying, and I'm rising
And I am flying, I am flying
Finally flying, I am flying
Finally flying, yes we're rising
Endlessly rising, and we're flying
Finally flying, and we're riding
Yes we're riding a white lion
And he's flaming, yes he's flaming
And we're flaming, yeah he's flaming
And we're flaming, and we're flaming
And we're flying, and we're flying
And we're riding, and we're rising
And we're riding, and we're rising
Through the sky
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Sylvia Plath - Winter Trees