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Whittier is a city at the head of the Passage Canal in the U.S. state of Alaska, about 58 miles southeast of Anchorage. The city is within the Chugach Census Area, one of the two entities established in 2019 when the former Valdez–Cordova Census Area was dissolved. It is also a port for the Alaska Marine Highway.
The prehistoric Lake Manly once filled the bottom of Death Valley. As there was no outlet, the silt, gravel, and dissolved minerals that flowed into the lake stayed there after the water evaporated. Geologists estimate today's Badwater Basin is 8000 feet (2400 meters) above the original bedrock and yet its elevation is still below sea level.
But for the photographer the truly wonderful aspect of Badwater Basin is the salt pan. After the occasional rains this mud and salt confection reforms, drys, and produces a crust of salt formed into abstract polygons.
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Just 'cause you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there
Just 'cause you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there
The world is but a show, glittering and empty. It is, and yet is not. It is there as long as I want to see it and take part in it. When I cease caring, it dissolves. It has no cause and serves no purpose. It just happens when we are absent-minded. It appears exactly as it looks, but there is no depth in it, nor meaning. Only the onlooker is real. Call him Self or Atma. To the Self the world is but a colourful show, which he enjoys as long as it lasts and forgets when it is over. Whatever happens on the stage makes him shudder in terror or roll with laughter, yet all the time he is aware that it is but a show. Without desire or fear he enjoys it, as it happens.
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Excerpt from I Am That by Nisargadatta Maharaj
Painting by Van Gogh
Shot at Hornsea, East Yorkshire, UK,, Dull overcast days have their uses, giving well over 2 minutes of exposure time at 5 past 1 in the afternoon.
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I dissolve vitamin C (ascorbic acid) in water and pour a thin layer into a petri dish or on a piece of glass. Within minutes you can watch the crystallisation grow, as the liquid dries. (Check the internet for detailed instructions.) The colors appear when you watch the process under cross-polarized light from underneath.
You can influence the pattern formation through changes in temperature. My pictures show mostly an area of a quarter square inch. My favorite lens is the Canon MP-E 65mm f/2.8 1-5x Macro
This thing lasted quite a while before finally dissolving away. Right place, right time! This was along our Boston to Norfolk section of the cruise.
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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I’ve a lack of inspiration... I need to take a breath and try to get new ideas...
... I’m not able to write new poems since months...
therefore I’m going to repost all my 2010’s Project 52, day by day, hoping this will help me...
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much better large size and on black - molto meglio in grande e su sfondo nero
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quanto il ferro dissolve
Lo sguardo cerca ancora
il punto
un segno di frattura
quel profilo che tagliava
linee nette d'orizzonte
e la ragione ad implorare
il ritorno
delle sfere all'incontrario
di pomeriggi d'acqua e sole
giocati invano
ma l'età sfuma i ricordi
e le gioie
quanto il ferro dissolve
i più saldi legami
consumati nel tempo.
Un po' più solo
oggi
ritornerò presso il tuo legno
e bacerò di nuovo pietre
nell’attesa di una luce
che ravvivi almeno l'ombra.
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much as the iron dissolves
(my translation is only a faint attempt to render in English an Italian born text)
The glance is still looking
for the point
a sign of fracture
that profile
cutting horizon’s sharp lines
and reason to beg
return
hands backwards
in water and sun afternoons
played in vain
but the age fading memories
and joys
much as the iron dissolves
most strong ties
consumed over time.
A little more alone
today
I'll return to your wood
and kiss stones again
waiting for a light
to revive at least the shadow.
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Guido Ranieri Da Re
marzo 2010
[0232]
One of the biggest delights of autumn is picking all the berries and fruit of the season. It might be wild blackberries that grow along the hedgerows, or, like here, enjoying the crop from your own fruit tree! The Victoria plum tree gives a fruit that is golden yellow, so the jam or sauce is a light golden colour. Some years we have no fruit at all. If there has been a hard frost when the flowers are blossoming, then there will be no crop. This year we were lucky and escaped a damaging frost!
I usually make plum sauce rather than jam - it is the same recipe, I just stop cooking before the jam thickens. That way I can put it into cartons and freeze it. Over winter I can use it hot over ice-cream, cold with fruit and yoghurt, or as a garnish with meat. We are used to having duck with orange sauce - try duck with plum sauce! It's delicious.
The recipe I use is quite simple:
1) wash and cut the plums in half longways and remove the stones
2) weigh the plums and use an equal amount of granulated sugar. use a heavy based pan if you can, as it prevents sticking to the base
3) add a little water (I use about 100ml to 2kg of plums)
4) cook the plums in the water until close to boiling (watch and stir gently) the plums should be softening and skins separating
5) add the sugar and stir until it dissolves.
I use a skimmer to remove the froth from the top. A knob of butter added now can reduce the frothing.
6) I stop the cooking while there is still quite a bit of juice, as the liquid helps the plums withstand the freezing.
Cool down and put the sauce into cartons and freeze. When I thaw the sauce I often put it into a small jar like in the photo, it looks more delicious! The photo was taken with the fresh sauce, It's a shame to freeze it all straight off ;o)
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The Rocks seems that they are getting dissolve in sea waters on their meeting. This is truly beautiful to watch.
Dissolve
Magically,
Absurdly,
They'll end,
Leave,
Dissipate,
Coldly
And strangely
Return
explored! thank you :)
"I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky” -Viginia Woolf
Outfit by Amazon! I didn't make any of it, and I have to admit it was a lot less stressful, not to mention cheaper. I'm thinking of making only a few elaborate costumes and keeping it simple with the spontaneous shoots like this one. Quality over quantity and all that.
Featured Image from Sonata Series
Sonata concentrates on seeing rather than looking. In our waking-state, we look at things all the time but consciously unless chosen to do we make the effort to see. This on-going series concentrates on the elements of design ; color, line, shape texture form and pattern. Each image composes of a singular point of interest to achieve photographic satisfaction. Here the visible, mundane & overlooked has its moment.
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ABOUT THE ARTIST
Chance Nkosi Gomez known initiated by H.H Swami Jyotirmayanda as Sri Govinda walks an integral yogic path in which photography is the primary creative field of expression. The medium was introduced during sophomore year of high school by educator Dr. Devin Marsh of Robert Morgan Educational Center. Coming into alignment with light, its nature and articulating the camera was the focus during that time. Thereafter while completing a Photographic Technology Degree, the realization of what made an image “striking” came to the foreground of the inner dialogue. These college years brought forth major absorption and reflection as an apprentice to photographer and educator Tony A. Chirinos of Miami Dade College. The process of working towards a singular idea of interest and thus building a series became the heading from here on while the camera aided in cultivating an adherence to the present moment. The viewfinder resembles a doorway to the unified field of consciousness in which line, shape, form, color, value, texture all dissolve. It is here that the yogi is reminded of sat-chit-ananda (the supreme reality as all-pervading; pure consciousness). As of May 2024 Govinda has completed his 300hr yoga teacher training program at Sattva Yoga Academy studying from Master Yogi Anand Mehrotra in Rishikesh, India, Himalayas. This has strengthened his personal Sadhana and allows one to carry and share ancient Vedic Technology leading others in ultimately directing their intellect to bloom into intuition. As awareness and self-realization grows so does the imagery that is all at once divine in the mastery of capturing and controlling light. Over the last seven years he has self-published six photographic books, Follow me i’ll be right behind you (2017), Sonata - Minimal Study (2018), Birds Singing Lies (2018), Rwanda (2019), Where does the body begin? (2019) & Swayam Jyotis (2023). Currently, Govinda is employed at the Leica Store Miami as a camera specialist and starting his journey as a practitioner of yoga ॐ