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I am back after a 7 day outing in the coffee districts of India where it was cool crisp and delightful and it was a welcome break from the oppressive heat that seems to pervade every aspect of existence in the vast plains of India.
This is a shot of a racing boat picking up its racing rhythm at the Champakara Boat Race that is held as a part of the Onam celebrations in Kerala.
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Iam trying to find some good shots I have taken for this weeks Sun Shots Category "Glass" and Iam going to sed this one I took of some of my river glass finds in my carnival glass bowl. What do you all think for a choice? I always try and send something unique and with imagination for each weeks category.
In reality - the first essay was 5 stars - the next 3 I read more like 2.5 to 3.
173 pages read of however many pages, I am finished. The first essay was truly incredible - I couldn't wait to read more. Until I did. I knew I was in trouble when I started skimming over the facts of Christian Science while the more personal parts kept me going. Then the Amway piece where it felt like my blood was literally boiling over anger towards DeVos and that ilk. Then trudging through Records for fragments of interesting bits for a mediocre end. I quit. Too many great books out there I can't wait to read.
Jerwood Library, Trinity Hall, University of Cambridge. This is detail from the red building you see in the previous photo!
The front cover I designed for a comparative Essay I wrote on the 1959 French new Wave film "A Bout De Souffle" by Jean Luc Godard, and the 1983 American remake "Breathless" by Jim McBride.
Dedicated to Anna Utkina (Anna Utkina Photography - www.flickr.com/photos/amareno/) in order to thank her for her kind comments
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HYMNS TO THE NIGHT
Over coming days I will present some suburban night photographs in the form of a photographic poetic essay. As night fell the darkness took on a special quality, enhanced by the artificial lights that make up our urban environments. To tie them all together I have returned to the long poetic essay by the German Romantic philosopher, Novalis: Hymns to the Night.
Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg, writing under the name of Novalis, was a German aristocrat and polymath, a poet, novelist, philosopher and mystic. All these traits are brought together in his Hymns to the Night, one of the most complex, moving and mystical reflections on death and eternity. Born in 1772 he was destined for a career in the law, but having befriended the poets Schiller, Schlegel, Goethe and Schelling (the pantheon of German Romanticism), his thoughts turned inward. This direction was further cemented when his fiancée, Sophie von Kühn, died suddenly of tuberculosis in 1797. Sophie’s death led him into the deep waters of Hymns to the Night (published in 1800).
Hymns to the Night concerns the deep intertwining between life and death, light and darkness, sleep and dreams, in which the night is a maternal figure who awakens within us a hunger for that which lies beyond our experience in this life – a new dawn if you like. For the ancients each end of the day and passage into the night brought with it a possibility that this was indeed the end of all things. Would the sun come up again? Who could be sure? And so sleep became the portal to the underworld. An interesting psychological analysis of dreams is made along these lines by the late James Hillman (1926-2011) in his great book, The Dream and the Underworld (1979).
Life itself was to be short for Novalis. He also contracted tuberculosis and was nursed on his deathbed by his second fiancée, Julie von Charpentier, dying at just 28. Novalis described his own philosophy as “Magical Idealism”. It was a concept shaped in some part by alchemical ideals in reaction to the rationalism of the Enlightenment and disenchantment of the world that was beginning to sweep intellectual Europe. Creativity, language and imagination were the paths to truth as the inner nature disclosed itself to those who were prepared to listen.
There is a wonderful novel that has been written about Novalis by Penelope Fitzgerald (1916-2000), The Blue Flower (1995). Fittingly it was Fitzgerald’s final work of fiction.
This series of suburban night photographs were all taken with my Nikon D850 using a Black Diffusion Pro Mist ¼ filter.
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being scraped from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being wripped violently from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
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The NAAMES flight crew prepares for departure from the airfield in St Johns Canada. Flights typically run about 10 hours from take off to landing.
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The North Atlantic Aerosols and Marine Ecosystems Study (NAAMES) is a five year investigation to resolve key processes controlling ocean system function, their influences on atmospheric aerosols and clouds and their implications for climate.
Michael Starobin joined the NAAMES field campaign on behalf of Earth Expeditions and NASA Goddard Space Flight Center’s Office of Communications. He presented stories about the important, multi-disciplinary research being conducted by the NAAMES team, with an eye towards future missions on the NASA drawing board. This is a NAAMES photo essay put together by Starobin, a collection of 49 photographs and captions.
Photo and Caption Credit: Michael Starobin
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Inside the expansive cargo plane visitor’s immediately discover that that every available surface has been utilized to maximize the plane as a flying laboratory. Wires, conduits and specialized hardware take up nearly every inch of the cabin area.
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The North Atlantic Aerosols and Marine Ecosystems Study (NAAMES) is a five year investigation to resolve key processes controlling ocean system function, their influences on atmospheric aerosols and clouds and their implications for climate.
Michael Starobin joined the NAAMES field campaign on behalf of Earth Expeditions and NASA Goddard Space Flight Center’s Office of Communications. He presented stories about the important, multi-disciplinary research being conducted by the NAAMES team, with an eye towards future missions on the NASA drawing board. This is a NAAMES photo essay put together by Starobin, a collection of 49 photographs and captions.
Photo and Caption Credit: Michael Starobin
NASA Goddard Space Flight Center enables NASA’s mission through four scientific endeavors: Earth Science, Heliophysics, Solar System Exploration, and Astrophysics. Goddard plays a leading role in NASA’s accomplishments by contributing compelling scientific knowledge to advance the Agency’s mission.
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A little while back, I read an essay in Appalachia that introduced me to a striking new idea. We always talk about humans as if we are in control of the trees. We think we are the bosses. It makes sense; it's not difficult for one person to take down a tree. We have rapidly deforested much of the earth. In the US alone, 36 million trees are lost in a year. Undoubtedly, it's a huge problem. However, as the author points out, trees live on a much larger timescale. They live longer than humans and have been on earth for far longer than humans. They can probably outlast us. If and when humankind wipes itself off the face of the planet, the trees will still be here in some form or another. I guess that gives me some optimism -- which truthfully can be difficult to find when considering the prospect of human extinction -- that we won't be able to take all the trees down with us.
On a less grim note, I love photographing trees. The possibilities are endless. You can look up through a bakclit canopy or look down at a colorful mosaic of fallen autumn leaves. In the winter, the skeletal silhouette of a lone tree on a hill can haunt you, while in summer a tunnel of verdant greens crowding a trail can enchant you. The fog brings mystery to the forest and the snow blankets it in white. No matter the season, no matter the weather, no matter the time of day, there is always potential to find beauty in the trees.
I made this photo here from the summit of Black Mountain. This was my first real spring day in the mountains. Everything earlier in the year had been snowshoes, microspikes, and googles. But by the time April came around, the snow had melted on the shorter and more southern peaks of New Hampshire. On the day I made this photo, I tagged Black and Blueberry Mountain. (I mentioned in an earlier post that I was calling this the "Black and Blue". I'm gonna make that a thing.) It was so refreshing to be out there on a true spring day. After trudging through the winter -- and don't get me wrong; I very much enjoy winter trudging -- I felt like an Olympic runner cruising along the trail in shorts and hiking boots. The day was so bright and so light. And Black Mountain is a sneaky good hike. The towering lime kilns at the beginning, nonstop viewpoints throughout, and surprisingly beautiful ridgeline summits made it one of my favorite 52 with a view hikes yet.
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For those interested, the Appalachia article is titled "Interviews with Bears" and it's by Margaret Redmon Whitehead. It's in the Winter/Spring 2023 edition. The portion referenced above cites to a 2020 essay by Amitav Ghosh.
From an article on "The Phonotypes of Robert Bridges", by Simon Nowell-Smith, in the 1947 issue of Alphabet & Image, No. 5. The periodical is an amazing source of information on contemporary typography and the graphic arts, edited by Robert Harling and published by James Shand of the Shenval Press. The article on the phonetic alphabets by Bridges includes various examples such as this from the English Association's Essays and Studies of 1910.
Edward Johnston is, of course, one of the most important British calligraphers of the Twentieth Century, recalled both for his teachings and his work. He would also design the typeface still used by London's transport system to this day.
Jenny Holzer, Inflammatory Essays (1978–82).
elles@centrepompidou, Centre Georges Pompidou, Paris
These essays disgusted me when I read it the first time, it was my fault because I failed to understand the artist's intention, now after a bit of research I find it rather stimulating. Feel free to skip the text below if it isn't your cup of kaapi.
"The tone of the ‘Inflammatory Essays’ is aggressive and challenging. The texts are the invention of the artist, although they do not necessarily reflect the artist's own views. From one Essay to another they ‘display a spectrum of views, from far-left to far-right. I wanted to talk about things that are very important to people but in a non-didactic way (the series as a whole with its conflicting views is not didactic). I tried to show how dangerous and absurd it is to be a fanatic, but how important it is to get things done’. They often have the air of slogans found in graffiti form on walls in the city.
In preparation she read ‘Mao, Lenin, Emma Goldman, various religious and right wing fanatics, miscellaneous American anarchists and some “folk” crackpot literature’. Her intention was to ‘write things that were very hot - in tone and subject matter - to (hopefully) instill a sense of urgency in the reader. I wanted the reader to jump, at least, and maybe consider doing something useful.’ To this end the posters were first ‘wheat-pasted in the streets of Manhattan. They were placed wherever posters normally appear’ but the choice of text was not always arbitrary. ‘Sometimes I'd choose certain texts for certain neighbourhoods. It was fun to put particularly frightening ones uptown.’ Each week Holzer pasted up a different poster. In order to make clear that a new poster was on display she had them printed on paper of different colours and ‘to let the viewers know that the posters were part of a series, I made each poster exactly 100 words long and 20 lines’ "
Source: www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?cgroupid=999999961&w...
Essay #1
The most exquisite pleasure is domination. Nothing can compare with
the feeling. The mental sensations are even better than the physical
ones. Knowing you have power has to be the biggest high, the greatest
comfort. It is complete security, protection from hurt. When you
dominate somebody you're doing him a favor. He prays someone will
control him, take his mind off his troubles. You're helping him while
helping yourself. Even when you get mean he likes it. Sometimes he's
angry and fights back but you can handle it. He always remembers what
he needs. You always get what you want.
Essay #2
Thou art that kind of privileged woman who is really really sure that
nothing will ever happen to thee. Thou imagine that thou art sacred,
that they body is a temple where none but the anointed may enter.
Surprise! Thy temple gates are about to be opened. Before thou can
shiver, everyone will be exploring thy secret altar. Free admission!
Thou will be common property, everyone's whore, before thou art
used-up, messed-up and thrown in a pile with other junk that used to
look good but is useless. It is thine own fault. Thou thought thou
were better than us.
Essay #3
Repressing sex urges is so bad. Poison dams up inside and then it must
come out. When sex is held back too long it comes out fast and wild.
It can do a lot of harm. Innocent people get shot or cut by confused
sex urges. They don't know what hit them until too late. Parents
should let children express themselves so they don't get mean early.
Adults should make sure they find many outlets. All people should
respond to big sex needs. Don't make fun of individuals and send them
away. It's better to volunteer than to get forced.
Essay #4
Rejoice! Our times are intolerable. Take courage, for the worst is a
harbinger of the best. Only dire circumstance can precipitate the
overthrow of the oppressors. The old and corrupt must be laid to waste
before the just can triumph. Opposition identifies and isolates the
enemy. Conflict of interest must be seen for what it is. Do not
support palliative gestures; they confuse the people and delay the
inevitable confrontation. Delay is not tolerated for it jeopardizes
the well-being of the majority. Contradiction will be heightened, the
reckoning will be hastened by the staging of seed disturbances. The
apocalypse will blossom.
Essay #5
A real torture would be to build a sparkling cage with 2-way mirrors
and steel bars. In there would be good-looking and young girls who'll
think they're in a regular motel room so they'll take their clothes
off and do the delicate things that girls do when they're sure they're
alone. Everyone who watches will go crazy because they won't be
believing what they're seeing but they'll see the bars and know they
can't get in. And, they'll be afraid to make a move because they don't
want to scare the girls away from doing the delicious things they're
doing.
Essay #6
Freedom is it! You're so scared, you want to lock up everybody. ARE
THEY MAD DOGS? ARE THEY OUT TO KILL? Maybe yes. IS LAW, IS ORDER THE
SOLUTION? Definitely no. WHAT CAUSED THE SITUATION? Lack of freedom.
WHAT HAPPENS NOW? Let people fulfill their needs. IS FREEDOM
CONSTRUCTIVE OR IS IT DESTRUCTIVE? The answer is obvious. Free people
are good, productive people. IS LIBERATION DANGEROUS? Only when
overdue. People aren't born rabid or berserk. When you punish and
shame you cause what you dread. WHAT TO DO? Let it explode. Run with
it. Don't control or manipulate. Make amends.
Essay #7
Destroy superabundance. Starve the flesh, shave the hair, expose the
bone, clarify the mind, define the will, restrain the senses, leave
the family, flee the church, kill the vermin, vomit the heart, forget
the dead. Limit time, forgo amusement, deny nature, reject
acquaintances, discard objects, forget truths, dissect myth, stop
motion, block impulse, choke sobs, swallow chatter. Scorn joy, scorn
touch, scorn tragedy, scorn liberty, scorn constancy, scorn hope,
scorn exaltation, scorn reproduction, scorn variety, scorn
embellishment, scorn release, scorn rest, scorn sweetness, scorn
light. It's a question of form as much as function. It is a matter of
revulsion.
Essay #8
Change is the basis of all history, the proof of vigor. The old is
soiled and disgusting by nature. Stale food is repellent, monogamous
love breeds contempt, senility cripples the government that is too
powerful too long. Upheaval is desirable because fresh, untainted
groups seize opportunity. Violent overthrow is appropriate when the
situation is intolerable. Slow modification can be effective; men
change before they notice and resist. The decadent and the powerful
champion continuity. ``Nothing essential changes.'' That is a myth. It
will be refuted. The necessary birth convulsions will be triggered.
Action will bring the evidence to your doorstep.
Essay #9
Don't talk down to me. Don't be polite to me. Don't try to make me
feel nice. Don't relax. I'll cut the smile off your face. You think I
don't know what's going on. You think I'm afraid to react. The joke's
on you. I'm biding my time, looking for the spot. You think no one can
reach you, no one can have what you have. I've been planning while
you're playing. I've been saving while you're spending. The game is
almost over so it's time you acknowledge me. Do you want to fall not
ever knowing who took you?
Source: Eddie
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being scraped from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
1. University of Pennsylvania campus, 2. Calder statue, 3. falcon, 4. Egypt room, 5. mask, 6. sarcophagus, 7. mummy and mural, 8. Pennsylvania Railroad War Memorial, 9. free museum of science and art
If this photo looks like my photo of the day from a few days ago, well it is. I just can't get over the nifty perspective in this series of shots, and am publishing out a few of the ones that really make me dizzy when I stare at the photo too long.
3 exposures, hand held. Tonemapped in Photomatix. Topaz Adjust. No noise reduction. No additional work with the original exposures. Center City, Philadelphia.
A photographic essay of burlesque star Miss Dirty Martini is found here at Shankbone.
This photo is included in my '100 People I Photographed for the Creative Commons' set of my favorites shots out of the thousands of people I have photographed.
one of my three 'non-english major' classes. "Tayuan Instute of Technology". I asked my students to compose an essay describing what they know about the history of their families. This is from one of my students, spelling and grammar mistakes included.
My great grandmother was born of a poor family. She had to be as a servant for a landlord. She suffered alot. She doesn't have enough food to feed in, and doesn't have enough cloths to shelter from cold.
She was treated unfairly by her master.
Also my grandmothers didn't improve much. Her feet were also bandedwith great pain. She had given five childrens birth. Unfortunatly, three of them dided of hunger. This made my grandmother very sad. She cried and cried for three days. And what was worse her husband dided of illness. She became a widow for thirty years through hardship and difficulties.
My mothers life was a little better than them, since she was born just when the New China was born. My mother is not very tall, but she is very kind and beautiful. She treated us tenderly. Of course her life was not very satisfactory at all. She had to make a living through hard work. She went out on cold days for getting grass for pigs, carried coal from far away for heat; and she stayed up sewing for us. She contributed her life to her family.
I had difficulty in giving this and my other students any mark for these essays, they touched me in a way that I could never explain. All I said to the class was that, "they did very well......"