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A few have mentioned they never tire of fall foliage shots and I reckon we'll continue to test that theory for a while. The winds over the last few days have done their annual duty, yet the oaks endure as they tend to do, the last to give up the ghost...tho some only do so with the arrival of new buds in the spring, somehow hanging on throughout our trying winter.
Another very nice day for late October, so off we go to the canoe to enjoy a relatively rare windless day.
6 Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
7 Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
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Like the cactus, which survives triple degrees heat and no water, love is always there, somewhere. You just have to find it in your heart.
This an experiment on an earlier posted photo of the river
Otra in Norway when I was there in Jan - 2007 visiting my old friend Caroline.
See Caroline's stream
Listen to the song : Private Investigations
Which I linked at the earlier version too ... :)
Found this when I was looking for something else and got playing...
Thanks to Paul for his tintype edge and scratches.
“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.”
~Og Mandino
SERENDIPITOUSLY REFLECTED ...
Not staged, but found as it was and all I did was click. Mother Nature is the Artist and I am just an observer and capturer of a precious moment in time that was short-lived, but is eternal here, in my picture, preserved.
"I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXBNlApwh0c
AUTUMN LEAVES – EVA CASSIDY
I fell in love with Autumn
from an early age
looking at the trembling leaves
leafing through my favourite page
a book of wisdom given to me
on a perfect Spring day on an early birthday
devouring all it had to tell
I gained knowledge through my childhood play
skipping through the rustling leaves
tousled hair tumbling in the breeze
jumping a stile to where the grass was greener
leaving behind what I found with ease
that life is the same beyond the fence
nothing much changes; I stayed the same
wide-eyed and innocent despite the bruises
I never looked for or sought to blame
and Autumn was bright and beautiful
I escaped my life in books and Fall
and when Winter shed it's icy beauty
I waited patiently for Spring and the Cuckoo's call
I remember woolly and itchy jumpers
too big for me; hand-me-downs
my sister was twice as big as me
I was the waif and stray from an unknown realm
with stick-thin legs and mittens on strings
a little puppet to Punch like Judy
with a broken arm like a broken wing
I flew in circles so dark and distant and deeply moody
but Nature taught me that life could be good
and enthralled me with it's imparted secrets
the gifts it gave me I treasure still
and especially in Autumn I never forget
to let live; let love and tomorrow will bring
the best the days have to offer
a brilliant blue sky with scudding white clouds
and Autumn fruit trees bend down and proffer
all of their bounty for it's ours for the taking
in repayment for all our good deeds
when we care for nature and thank God for our days
our pains will ease even though we still bleed
we are never given more than we can carry
I know this from experience; it is a fact
so God thinks I'm strong, so the least I can do
is repay all His kindness and make up for all I lack
for I am not perfect; I do not profess
to be anything other than I am
but God loves the most those who try their hardest
than those who take for granted and who don't give a damn
but He still loves us all; we are his children
and so he gifts us the beautiful Fall
a time of peace and quiet reflection
a change of the seasons
where we can find reasons
to improve all our chances;
to give it our all.
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The wildfires in the Smoky Mountains have been on my mind and heart recently. These shots were taken in October on a beautiful misty morning in Cades Cove during the Great Smoky Mountains Photography Summit. I saw a hashtag yesterday of #smokiesstrong and decided to share this photo of three friends walking together in support of those undergoing this difficult time. I believe in the power of nature to renew itself and the human spirit to endure and rebuild.
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175013CF fs - Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay.
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big cat in an old, no longer existing cage at the zoo of schönbrunn.
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Fire damage is starting to fade in this section of the Smoky Mountains devastated a few years earlier when some individuals thought it would be fun to hike to the top and shoot off fireworks.
...to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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“Al final del día, podemos aguantar mucho más de lo que pensamos que podemos,” “At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.” – Frida Kahlo
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(Warning: this is a long one, so grab some popcorn and settle in.)
Photographing landscapes has provided me with countless opportunities to have my mind blown over the past few years. From summits in the Canadian Rockies, to countless sunrises in the Sierras to spectacular night skies in remote corners of Utah to beautiful coastlines in Oregon....so many incredible moments. Of all of these experiences, the one I endured last Friday was truly special. It was a personal triumph and one that I have literally been working toward for the past two years.
Tom Bricker was the first one to mention the Diving Board to me. I had seen the shot by Ansel Adams, of course, and had always wondered where he took that shot from, but I figured you would just...you know. Get closer. I was sure that the location must be just beyond Curry Village. What was the big deal?
The big deal is that the diving board is a location in Yosemite that cannot be reached by taking one of the major, well maintained trails. Back in Ansel's day you just took some ropes and charged up the Leconte Gully. But the gully has long been deemed unstable due to frequent rockfalls. The standard route nowadays begins on the mist trail and winds around behind Lost Lake before heading steeply straight up the side of base of Half Dome. From what we were able to gather from scouting online, this would be a 16 mile round trip hike and the word "strenuous" was being thrown around by some very hard core hikers and climbers. My heart sank as I first heard these reports. After all, the hike up the Upper Falls trail had nearly finished me off a few years before. How in the world could I expect to haul my camera gear up the Mist Trail let alone the nearly vertical sections of this crazy trail to the foot of Half Dome?
But I really wanted that shot. I hit the treadmill and began building up my endurance. (Of course the first night was only 10 minutes, but hey. It was a start.) I also began challenging myself with some more difficult hikes, the most recent of which was up to the Fern Ledge in Yosemite. As the Summer drew to a close, we finally had a chance of thunderstorms and the promise of a possible sunset, and I sent Tom an urgent message: Can we go for it on Friday?
So last Friday, Tom and I took off at 4 AM for Yosemite. By 10:30 AM we were taking off from the Mist Trail parking area. Man I was feeling good! No stops at all on the way up to the first bridge. I was blowing past old people and asian tourists like they were standing still. Then the REAL climbing began. By the time we made it to the top of Nevada Fall, I was wiped. But we hadn't started the tough section yet. Tom and I had found a short cut up from Emerald Pool and we had a GPS map with us on Gaia. We were all set. What could go wrong?
So up we went.
The trip from Emerald Pool to the regular bush trail junction was easily the hardest climbing I've ever done. The nearly 30 pounds on my back turned out to be a huge mistake as I nearly gave up several times. Between the steep terrain and the bushwhacking, I was toast. When we hit the junction, things only got worse. I was having to stop almost every 100 feet and poor Tom just sat there waiting for me. After clawing my way up another 700 feet or so, I finally collapsed, unable to continue. I told Tom to head up without me, but he refused. After a long break, it finally hit me: I could dump whatever I wasn't going to use at the top and grab it on the way down! So out came my 24-70 lens (way too hazy for a valley shot), the tripod, almost all of my food, two jackets and over a liter of water. I dropped by stuff in a neat little pile behind a tree reminding myself that it would be a bad idea to forget those items on the way down.
Suddenly the backpack was WAY lighter and even though it hurt, I continued to force my way up. For the final 500 feet, I hung back and sent Tom up ahead. After another 1/2 hour break, I lurched back onto my feet and with the soundtrack of Rocky playing in my head, I charged up the last 500 feet to the Diving Board...some EIGHT hours after leaving the parking lot.
The view was absolutely spectacular as Half Dome rose far more majestically than I could have ever imagined. Although we didn't get quite the epic sunset we were hoping for, we did get some color during the last few minutes, just enough to give some atmosphere. A goal I had set two years prior had just been achieved. I had made it all the way to the diving board!
Our smiles began to fade as it dawned on us that it was getting dark in a real hurry and my car was still 8 miles away. There would be no "short cut" on the way down as we were pretty sure we would not survive a hike back down the sketchy ravine we had just clambered up. So down we went on the long, normal route around past Lost Lake. About 45 minutes later, I said something like "Hey Tom....where's my stuff?" Both of us were convinced that it must still be below us, so we plowed on. After we had gone another 1/2 hour or so, it dawned on us that we must have passed it. We were both beyond exhausted and nearly out of water. But Tom, being the hero that he is, charged back up to look for it. But didn't find it. He had a quarter of a liter of water left and I had maybe a half. I wasn't even sure if I could make the hike out, so I took a deep breath and told Tom we just needed to leave my lens...and all of my other stuff up there, which would have been roughly $2500 to replace.
Ouch.
Okay...this is taking way to long. I'll skip to the end.
After we passed Lost Lake on the way down, we found water in a creek and used my filter to keep from dying on the way back. Tom made it back to the car around 2:30 AM and very kindly drove the car around to the trailhead as I had some severe blisters. I didn't make it back to the trailhead until 3:30 AM.
Fast forward to last Monday when I drove back to Yosemite to find my stuff. I stayed overnight in El Portal and set off the next morning, this time without the 30 pounds taking only water and food. I left at 4 AM and by 8 AM I found my stuff exactly where I had left it! I made it up there in HALF the time! My lens and gear were undamaged and I breathed a huge sigh of relief before heading back down.
For those of you who might be interested taking this hike, I'll have much more details for you including maps, etc on my blog in the very near future. Sorry for the ridiculously long story and THANK YOU for reading the whole thing if you are still with me! The Diving Board was truly a once in a lifetime trip for me....at least for now. I MIGHT try it again, but if I do, it will be with MUCH less gear and more water!
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You stroll through old heritage-listed alleys, under the rule of France’s most toxic official. No choice: walk, endure, and above all… keep your mouth shut !
Ruelles piétonnes !!! Rendez-vous… vous êtes cernés !
Vous vous promenez dans de vieilles ruelles classées au patrimoine, sous l'emprise de l'élue la plus toxique de France. Pas le choix : marchez, subissez, et surtout… fermez-la !
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Your a refuge from the storm for me,
your my shelter, your my calm
When you speak your words they penetrate, enveloping my heart
Your a fragrance carried by the wind,
of a Rose that never fades
A beauty that I can't explain, and where
loneliness evades
I want to see your face,
and feel your embrace,
I want to be with you,
forever in this place.
D.J.T.
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From Darkness to Light
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Jeremiah 51:19-23)
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Jonah
Sent from God above,
Bringing hope and love,
Jonah is his name,
God's little dove.
D.J.T.
Isaiah 11:3,4) important to remember this as being Abraham's seed;
And shall make him of quick understanding in the fear of the LORD: and he shall not judge after the sight of his eyes, neither reprove after the hearing of his ears:"But with righteousness shall he judge the poor, and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth
Isaiah 8:18) 1 Corinthians 12:12,21) Matthew 13:18-23) Matthew 13:37-39) Genesis 3:15) Galatians 3:16,29) Romans 9:1-8) 1 John 3:9) 2 Peter 1:4)
Revelation 12:1,17) --Genesis 37:9,10) John chapter 17)
To 'Know' the LORD
(We need to meditate in the scripture, ponder it and asking for the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him)Eph 1:17) the natural man does not receive(Understand)the things of the spirit, because they are spiritually decerned. 1 Corinthians chapter 2)
Adam knew Eve and she conceived
Adam represents Christ who wants us to know Him spiritually Philippians 3:10, so that He can impregnate us with the divine seed of His word, and make us pregnant in the things of the spirit, with His will through the Word.-Revelation 12:2)His children are part of the Word of God Isaiah 8:18 1 Corinthians 12:12)-The woman in Revelation is pregnant with the word of God and travails in prayer birth pangs to give birth in the spirit. The same word-'know' 'knew' in Philippians 3:10 and Matthew 7:21-23. God is an intimate God, He wants us to become pregnant with the things(promises) of Himself- in the spirit. S.of Solomon 6:9,10) We are to be His garden of fragrance of His word of himself that draws Him to us- S.of S. 4:12-16) He needs to impregnate us with the divine 'SEED' of His word 1 John 3:9) Psl 22:30) Ish 59:21)
1 John 2:3-6) Intimacy with Yeshua in the spirit, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost. Yeshua will say to many, 'I never knew you' He does not force us, He invites us to intimacy with Himself- Rev 3:20) Prayer for to know the love of Christ that passes knowledge Ephesians 3:14-21) Be blessed
(I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; Song of Solomon 5:2)+ Rev 3:20)This is all in the Spirit on our most holy faith. God is a Spirit and they that worship Him must worship Him in Spirit and in truth, for the father seeketh such to worship Him.
Prayer for wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him Ephesians 1:17,18)
Man has a spirit where God gives him revelation--The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD---+ Job 32:8)
"I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars." Og Mandino
I can't imagine getting this image in film. A lot of trial and error was involved in getting the starburst to look decent in all of the drops. As you can see, the flashlight was a little too close in this one ... though I like the ethereal effect is brings.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
Nahum 1:6 “Who can stand before his indignation? Who can endure the heat of his anger? His wrath is poured out like fire, and the rocks are broken into pieces by him.”
Although the Cape Bruny Lighthouse has been standing here since 1836, the light has been extinguished for a number of years and the keepers have gone the way of the Dodo. A light still shines (as I'll show in another photograph), but it is all automated now. Nevertheless, this tower stands as a tribute to the people who built it in difficult conditions, and it has saved many lives in its years of operation.
...where families lived, worked and prayed, children were born, ran about or went to school, washing was hung from lines strung between pillars of slate, pigs were raised in sties, one sty even in a tiny front garden. Cut off in winter sometimes for months, this tough life here endured until the fifties.
The right only shall endure;
And all things else are but false pretenses.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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