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'Cast a Long Shadow'
Grainy, I know, but I liked the long shadow created by the parking lot security lights way back up the trail to the beach!
Good morning, ya'll! I hope your Saturday is user friendly! I didn't title this morning's shoot 'everchanging' for nothing...the weather changed every 30 minutes! I drove to the beach in fog, which cleared away just before dawn...clear skies for a few minutes, then heavy clouds moved in on strong winds...the sunrise was obliterated by the clouds, so I finally gave up on battling the wind...as I left the beach, the clouds broke up for awhile, and I managed to get a few shots then...after that interlude, the clouds and wind took over again!
I did manage to get enough captures to have more to add tomorrow...including some cool sand sculptures I happened upon! An early morning at the Gulf is always unpredictable...LOL : )
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5.000 VISUALIZAÇÕES
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Pra quem gostou da minha versão ‘cabelão e barba’....
Ela está de volta, desta vez pelo desenho da minha amiga " Jéssica Lisboa "
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" Jefe1909 por Jéssica Lisboa "
E aí pessoal, queria primeiro agradecer a presença de todo mundo aqui, de quem gosta de ver minhas fotos, comenta e participa. Graça a vocês estou comemorando as mais de 5000 visualizações =)
Em segundo pedir desculpas por ter demorado pra postar de novo aqui, mesmo estando essa semana de férias ela foi bem corrida... segunda e terça estive em função de ajudar meu irmão (que está passando férias aqui no Brasil) a resolver umas questões, também tive dentista e outros compromissos. Na quarta e na quinta tirei fotos de umas peças de metais (fivelas, rebite, etc...) na fábrica que meu pai trabalha, passei a tarde toda fotografando peças, acho até que vou ganhar um pagamento pelo serviço prestado :P e durante as noites de quarta e quinta tive aula, esse semestre minhas cadeiras serão sociologia geral e psicologia geral, imaginem...
E pra completar meu note deu problema, mais uma vez... Estava meio sem idéias sobre o que postar pelas 5000 visualizações e esse desenho da " Jéssica Lisboa " veio na hora certa =)
Queria agradecê-la pelo desenho e pela disposição em fazê-lo, eu gostei muito , ficou muito legal :D
As sugestões de música pro finde são:
" Rise Against – everchanging acoustic "
" The Verve – Bittersweet Symphony "
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For those who liked my version of 'big hair and beard'....
She is back, this time by drawing from my friend " Jéssica Lisboa "
" Jefe1909 por Jéssica Lisboa "
And folks, I first acknowledge the presence of everyone here,who likes to see my photos, comment and participate. Thanks to you I'm celebrating the more than 5000 views =)
Second apologize that it took to post here again, even when on vacation this week it was well run ... Monday and Tuesday wasdue to help my brother (who is on vacation in Brazil) to resolvesome issues, I also had a dentist and other appointments. In the fourth and fifth took pictures of some metal parts (buckles, rivets, etc ...) at the factory that my father works, I spent the afternoonphotographing parts, I'm going to win until a payment for service :P and during the nights of Wednesday and Thursday I had classthis semester my seats will be general sociology and general psychology, imagine ...
And to complete my note issue has once again ... I was half out of ideas on what to post views and by 5000 this design" Jéssica Lisboa " came at the right time =)
I wanted to thank her for drawing and willingness to do it, I liked a lot, really cool: D
The suggestions of music are:
" Rise Against – everchanging acoustic "
" The Verve – Bittersweet Symphony "
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I so miss living near the beach up the coast as every morning was paradise and hundreds of shots as it was everchanging as the light rose. This was taken about 8 yrs ago when I was staying just across from the beach. I always jumped out of bed at very first light and sometimes I would be running especially if there were clouds as that is when the magic happens.......
Here Be Magic: The Source’s Apprentice>
FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real
HOPE = Higher Order Potential Explored
LOVE = Living One Vibrant Energy
Who are you, what is the world, how did you get here, where are we going and why? Every child asks these questions, as do the mortally ill and those suddenly faced with unexpected change.
Young children (and venerable ancients) are most intimately connected to the deepest mysteries of being. All existence is a glorious mystery that inspires open minds and passionate hearts. Life begins in a rush of extraordinary emotion with an intimate embrace of the actual, immediate, visceral present and leaves deep imprints that last through the next rebirth and beyond.
Many newborn babes know answers to the deepest conundrums, yet quickly forget – distracted by the ongoing process of learning to wear a new body in a strangely demanding culture of drowsy domesticated primates. Most ‘modern’ people are quickly weaned from a sense of wonder to suckle on toxic waste and moribund notions in notional nations at war with themselves. What use are masters and mistresses of universal truths to soulless machines of industrious wastage – to self-styled half blind so-called ‘leaders’ who only require mindless cogs and obedient dogs that will work on their pet projects without question?
Eternal questions lead to cascades of answers and torrents of more questions. At some point in life all beings wonder and ponder the primal questions of life, the universe and everything. Every child knows they’re on a magical mystery tour, exploring and creating a gloriously intricate realm of intriguing riddles and sumptuous sensualities. Every freshly incarnate soul knows answers to eternal conundrums and recognises that truth must be really simple, clear and meaningful – unlike the plethora of corporate, ‘religious’ and ‘spiritual’ lies they’re fed to keep them in place in the usual fowl-brained pecking ordure.
People are rapidly weaned from infinite fonts of unending wisdom, fed on senseless half truths and superstitions by blithering wastrels until we’re self-caged in boxes and propped before blinding screens devoid of imagination, filled up with loony marching tunes, violent comical characters, warrior ‘ethics’, impersonal personalities and mobsters from the Id.
Yet every being who finds themselves living in the bosom of Gaia has the ability to flourish in a garden of freedom, art, truth and beauty – unless the divine rapture of happy revelry is beaten and brainwashed out of them by damaged control freaks. The adulteration of adulthood customarily twists each bright new spark into a carelessly forgetful servile dolt wearing uniform uniforms that suit self-styled bosses and no-one else. Yet the bright living world continues to glow and beckon with magnetic inner light, awakening inner sight and inner sense in every insightful innocent soul.
Even while selling, selling out or selling one’s soul, answers and questions lurk within, biding their time til the moment of wonder emerges anew – flowers that bud from slimy mud to bloom in the light of an unbranded bright new day.
Children know what magic is. Magic is obviously the ability to alter the fabric of ‘material reality’ at will. Adolescents and adults who quest after magical reality or ultimate truths usually encounter the teaching that magic is the ability to alter one’s level and state of consciousness at will. It transpires that these two views of magical reality are one and the same, for the world is made of mindstuff – the very same stuff you’ve made of your self.
We’re all the creator of the world we inhabit. We make and remake the cosmos we perceive from instant to instant in a seamless flow far quicker than any word or thought a monkey mind can shape or utter. We mould malleable mindstruff to fit about our hopes, dreams, desires and fears. The strongest, most emotively driven visions predominate, setting the course of our self-chosen destiny from moment to moment. At every instant new doors are opened and closed by decisive thoughts which come and go so swiftly they barely seem to register, ignored by minds entrained to self destruction through perpetual distraction.
Who won last weekend’s game? Who’ll win next week’s? Who really cares or remembers the identikit features of identical born-to-die gladiators or the meaningless trivia of daily scores? Every broadcast from the blaring, pumping, chest-thumping media is thoroughly massaged premasticated pap made to sell, sell, sell the messy message that life is hell without labels and boxes and plastic bags. The ‘news’ is a neverchanging regurgitated weather report overflowing with the meaningless mummery of falsified finance, shaggy cat stories and fishy tales about the none that got away from The System.
People aren’t encouraged to examine their minds – to investigate the source and route of each thought that passes through the easily distracted awareness of industrious sociable beings. In the kingdom of the blind, endless mindless busyness is promoted to a virtue and self-examination is regarded as ‘useless navel gazing’.
The boss will tell you that there’s plenty of time for self examination when you’re fading and tired and retired from the rat race. There’s plenty of time to be free when you’re old, weak, moribund and no longer a potential threat to the busy, dizzy status quo. Meanwhile, follow the leaders and only read parking meters – and pay through the nose for the right to exist, eat, drink and inhabit space. Do what’s expected of you and reap your reward; Work. Consume. Obey. Marry and reproduce. Die – and then begin all over again, with that alluring ‘clean slate’ – that fresh start each adult craves when they realise they’re botching Life and selling their heritage for a bowl of cold potage.
Turn on. Tune in. Opt out! The real world and real you awaits; waiting for you to discover your self.
You always get what you wish for – often when you’ve forgotten you ever wished for it – so be careful what you wish for, for wishing is magic. Each idle thought is a wilful wish when fuelled by hope or fear, love or anger or any potent emotion in the unformed ocean of eternal becoming.
Magic in a Holographic Fractal Multiverse
The cosmos is infinite, and we don’t even live in a single universe. We live in – and contain – an infinite multiverse of limitless potential.
Fractals and fractal imagery demonstrate the truth of an infinite cosmos shaping and shaped by each whole fragment of ultimate reality. Every part, particle, participle and person reflects and refracts the infinite whole – a fluid hologram altered by individual perspectives in a freewheeling free willed phantasmagoria of endless possibility and infinite variety in continuous communion with itself.
As free will is real and events are not locked into predetermined courses, there can’t be any such thing as accurate prediction – just hypnotic programs that attempt to create self-fulfilling prophecies – for all is in flux and the Book of Life is always being inscribed and rewritten as the Book of Changes. There was no single Big Bang or Creation event, for creation continues at all times in all places, everywhere and anywhen. The illusion of creation is simply the result of premillennial brainwashed minds; a dopey falsehood imagined by ‘scientists’ entrained to believe in a fantasy parental archetype – a creator god (or goddess) – by superannuated superstitions strangely exalted as ‘faiths’ or ‘religions’.
There is no god and no master, but truth, beauty, freedom and love are royally real. You are the creator. You are totally free – and ultimately responsible for everything! No guilt, honour, opprobrium or any other imaginary construct applies to you as a result of your creation. Mistakes are impossible in an infinite multiverse; all is research and all is Art. Yet some artistic creations are more pleasing to the senses than others and some acts far more compassionate and conscious. The holographic nature of reality assures that everyone IS everyone and that one simple ‘rule’ actually does apply to all human behaviour and discourse – the eternal Golden Rule; do as you’d be done by.
You create (your own) reality. How are you doing it? Self-styled creators tend to develop an exalted opinion of themselves, in the false belief they’re in charge of everyone and everything else – yet everyone is in charge of and charged by their own ongoing freeform destiny, ultimately beholden to no other yet intricately interlinked with all. Everyone is divine, a whole fractal facet of everyone and everything.
You magnetise reality, shaping and guiding the transitory ‘material world’ to follow the pattern of your dreaming. How are you doing it? Are you actually moulding the infinite potential of possibility itself, or are you selecting the best of all possible worlds from the myriad pre-existing choices available – or both, or neither? Are you a corpse that died at an earlier time, dreaming the ongoing world as you decompose into soil? Are you a Neo(tonous being) imagining a preprogrammed life in an artificial matrix?
How can you truly know the truth?
By examining each thought and image that enters your mind, and seeing from whence it arises. By meditating, and truly SEEING the sea of mentality through which you’re swimming until you find the still, pure centre where the true you abides, becoming the source of all creation at the centre of the cyclone, wreathed in the swirling spin of everchanging thoughtforms and myriad potential.
Kaleidoscopic Cosmos
There is another way of viewing the kaleidoscopic cosmos. Matter doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created by apparent ‘particles’ which also don’t exist in ‘real’ terms, but are actually eddies formed by intricately interlocking standing waves. We live in a fluid fractal hologram. All patterns echo the primal form from which all other fractal versions and visions are derived; the vortex at the core of all things, the shape of the cosmos itself.
Every ‘electron’ and every other vortexial fragment of wholistic unity holds a holographic image of everything within its spinning skein. Every grain of a holographic image contains an image of the whole picture, and every vortex is implicately linked to all others at all levels of resolution.
In quantum theory an ‘electron’ is said to rotate around its axis more than once during each rotation, circling through infinite plena of potentials (other universes) before returning to the phase – the place – from which it’s observed. Thus every part of all possible universes is in potential and actual contact with every other part, at all levels of resolution – and so are you.
Every cloud is a fractal representation of every other cloud. All clouds are different yet similar forms, all exhibiting tendencies we recognise as ‘cloudness’. All trees are fractal representations of every other tree. Every person is a fractal representation of every other person. Every ‘universe’ is a fractal representation of every other universe, and all are intimately linked in the most fundamental ways. All forms are representation of the primordial vortex, the wellspring from which all arises.
Everything we perceive/conceive/receive is produced by standing waves, and standing waves are formed between complementary poles. Every thing vibrates between its core and extremities – the poles of creation – yet the extremities and core of every single thing extend forever and are linked to literally everything.
We live in a far greater reality than a simple single universe. The universe we perceive is a tendency that tends to maintain its apparent form and substance almost wherever we look, but if you step back from the brink of egocentric personality and really see you’ll notice differences and changes all around and within you, all the time. We are part and parcel of everything, and everything changes all the time in ways too varied to mention. Everyone is surfing through spacetimes and everyone gets exactly what they wish for with their most wilful impassioned desires.
Hopes and dreams – affirmations – predominate over fears and insecurities when you invest them with awareness, focus and consideration. Hopes manifest most easily when they dovetail with the dreams of other beings in a mutually reinforcing matrix. Hope for the best! Dare to dream of Paradise – for all.
Psychic abilities are real and available; you enact their reality all the time. Telepathy is an ongoing eternal reality; not something to be achieved, but recognised. The same applies to all psi abilities or ‘psychic powers’. Learning magic begins with the simple recognition –reknowing – that it exists, and you are already ‘doing’ it. That’s how you got here. That’s why you’re reading this.
.You are implicately and inextricably interwoven with the entire potential cosmos. To activate a broader awareness of all this potential you have to explore the core of your being and the limitless bounds of self. The whole whirled world is whorled from mindstuff and thou art god.
And myriad other beings already know this. We soar from the shoulders of giants.
Way Out, Far In
To begin any magical operation draw a circle around yourself, starting in the East. Do it now. In the southern hemisphere of this spinning Earth sphere the circle of protection is drawn clockwise (looking down from above). The opposite pertains in the northern hemisphere.
The circle is an inviolable horizon and you are its centre. All possibilities exist between the horizon and the core. Arrange your body so your spine is erect and your breathing is full and clear – this can take a single moment or many years to achieve, depending on where you’re at and how you came to be here now.
See where you’re seeing the world from. Move that point of awareness – the place where you live – into the centre of your head. Do it now. View the world from the centre of centres and watch your peripheral vision expand – you’re already aware of far more than you think.
Listen to the thoughts you think you’re thinking… see them circling round the inviolate centre where you reside… the centre where nothing exists… in the Heavenly Pool at the core of creation.
You are not the thoughts, but the still silent witness within. Become the nothing that sees and is everything. When you’re here the void is clear, not dark at all but filled with the light of eternal awareness. Be here now. Be free…
You are already immortal You don’t have to die to change or be free. You just have to recognise yourself in every thing and every one… and set it all free to be in victorious sweet surrender…
When you’re located at the still centre of the cycle, place this centre directly above the equally still and central point at the centre of the bowl of your hips – your water-centre of ‘gravity’, the hara or navel chakra, below and behind your physical navel. You can view the world from here as well, with a differing perspective that creates a different style of consciousness. Breathe deeply from and into this core and fill it with chi, prana, the Holy Spirit.
When your spine is straight and the waters above are directly above the waters below, a current begins that sparks the fusion, creating the pure flame of an opening, flowering heart.
Breathe…
If you do this and seek the truth all teachings will follow and flow through you, manifesting from the limitless potential of our massive multiplayer online cocreation. Be the immortal that witnesses all from the core of breath and being. Remove the screen from your eyes and BE HERE NOW. We create the best of all possible worlds… together.
It’s a beautiful, wonderful world.
All things in all times in all places are one thing, and that thing is love
- R. Ayana
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i always thought the lights came from behind the falls somehow, until I saw the light show...everchanging spotlights aimed at the American side first and then the Canadian side got its color show.
As our boat approaches the rock arch, the landscape behind it is ever-changing.
I would love to do a panorama of this 40+ miles of shoreline, but it would not be very detailed, nor would it do the shoreline justice. Instead, I chose to do about one or two shots per mile (about the number of shots in a roll of film) and post them. That shall serve as my panorama of Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore.
This place of such unusual beauty was authorized as the nation's first national lakeshore in 1966. The National Lakeshore designation preserves the shoreline, the cliffs, the beaches, and the dunes, and provides a vast area for recreation and discovery for anyone willing to try. Little more than 6 miles across at its widest point, the park hugs the Lake Superior shoreline on the upper peninsula in the state of Michigan, USA. The park hugs the shoreline for a little over 40 miles.
The name 'pictured rocks' comes from the streaks of mineral stain that decorate the face of the sculpted cliffs (and perhaps from "The Song of Hiawatha"). Streaks on the cliffs occur when groundwater oozes out of cracks. The dripping water contains iron, manganese, limonite, copper, and other minerals that leave behind a colorful stain as the water trickles down the cliff face.
There are so many interesting facts about Lake Superior itself. We all know it is the largest freshwater lake in the world, measuring 150x350 miles and being 1300 feet deep at its deepest. This natural water vessel holds so much liquid that, if drained, the water would fill a swimming pool the size of the lower 48 states to a depth of nearly 5 feet. If the lake were emptied and in need of refilling, it would hold all the volume of the other 4 Great Lakes plus an additional Lake Erie.
Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore is a fabulous national park located on a world-class lake. The area is mentioned briefly by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow in his "The Song of Hiawatha":
Once again in human figure,
Full in sight ran on before him,
Sped away in gust and whirlwind,
On the shores of Gitche Gumee [Lake Superior],
Westward by the Big-Sea-Water,
Came unto the rocky headlands,
To the Pictured Rocks of sandstone,
Looking over lake and landscape.
In 2001 expressionist artist Stephen B Whatley was commissioned by the BBC to paint a view of The Top Of The Pops Studio; the second of two interiors he was requested to paint within the BBC. Earlier in the year he had painted the BBC Radio Theatre, housed at BBC Broadcasting House, London UK.
Top Of The Pops, the popular weekly show of latest contemporary music is filmed in Studio One at BBC Television Centre, London - and it was here, from a specially designated stage, under strong lights that Stephen made this dynamic rendering of the everchanging atmosphere, during rehearsals and filming of the TV programme.
Over 7 hours he painted what seemed like a galaxy of light and moving masses; watching the various groups perform before focusing on singer Beverley Knight and her band which he interpreted, surrounded by the sea of clapping and swaying crowds. Unlike any of his previous paintings, this was a work in which the artist was unable to escape noise - indeed he realised the pounding volume was an integral part of the essence of the atmosphere of Top Of The Pops - and found that the rhythmatic sounds became part of the creation.
The painting was specially commissioned for the office of the Chairman of the BBC.
Oil on canvas 30 x 40in
Collection BBC Heritage, London UK
New Year's day at Paturau, New Zealand 2013.
Paturau is located on Golden Bay's Tai Tapu Coast, about 1 hour 20 minute's travel from Takaka. The winding gravel road past Westhaven Inlet is carved through some of New Zealand's most spectacular estuarine landscape with its everchanging tides, nikau palms and limestone bluffs. The house is nestled on 15 acres of farmland, sand dunes, macrocarpas and coastal bush between the Tasman Sea and the Paturau River.
The house we are staying at was built in the 1920's. The area is full of historical interest from the early Maori inhabitants to the gold and coal miners, flax millers and loggers of the past, and the present day sheep and cattle farmers.
For more Info: homepages.paradise.net.nz/paturau/
New Years Eve and have just arrived at Paturau at last the road wasn't in the best of shape. We were inviited to spend New years eve here with a few friends. Were going to stay a few days the weather is going to get bad so only stayed one night...it was a wonderful place and would have loved to stay longer.
Paturau is located on Golden Bay's Tai Tapu Coast, about 1 hour 20 minute's travel from Takaka. The winding gravel road past Westhaven Inlet is carved through some of New Zealand's most spectacular estuarine landscape with its everchanging tides, nikau palms and limestone bluffs. The house is nestled on 15 acres of farmland, sand dunes, macrocarpas and coastal bush between the Tasman Sea and the Paturau River.
The house we are staying at was built in the 1920's. The area is full of historical interest from the early Maori inhabitants to the gold and coal miners, flax millers and loggers of the past, and the present day sheep and cattle farmers.
For more Info: homepages.paradise.net.nz/paturau/
Japanese Maple leaves in everchanging color layers. They go from dark wine red to almost bright pink. This was just a couple of weeks ago... now the branches are bare
I was in Utrecht Overvecht to help Marcel Pinas with his workshops.
Faaka tikis (totem poles) are found in maroon villages positioned by the Ga wan osoe (ancestor honoring house). Faaka tikis keep away negative influences.
Here, the children are invited to work on the faaka tiki and create an everchanging collective artwork, similar to the one Marcel Pinas installed in Moengo (Suriname)
The timing is right on par with my previous records: March 13, 2015, March 10, 2016, March 11, 2016 (which included 1 Whooping Crane), March 9, 2017, March 13, 2021, and today March 10, 2022. I was able to differentiate the groups by numbers and the time as they passed overhead. Total time observed was 2 hours and 15 minutes. (Orland Park, Cook County, Illinois USA) *Group 10
The sky was a pale, blue gray all day, as the Sandhill Cranes flew overhead at thousands of feet in the air. Viewers of this series may wonder, "Why so many shots of the silhouettes of cranes?" The answer to me is in the spectacle to behold, the balletic movements as they fly, everchanging patterns, and a symphony of sound!
If you like old graveyards, then Edinburgh has old graveyards aplenty. If you like old graveyards with lots of ostentatious and over the top tombstones, then Dean Cemetery is the place to go. It is Edinburgh’s Père Lachaise where the crème de la crème of Victorian society had their mortal remains interred. Walking down the rows and rows of graves is like walking through a who’s who of Nineteenth Century Edinburgh Society…and it’s even got a pyramid!
Dean Cemetery sits in the grounds that were once part of Dean House. The cemetery was laid out in 1845 to a design by David Cousin. It opened in 1846 and soon established itself as the most fashionable cemetery in Edinburgh.
The cemetery was planted out like a garden with many different types of trees. The idea being that the trees would provide an everchanging vista with light and dark foliage contrasting against each other. There were also many weeping type trees planted that now in their maturity hang over and seem to mourn the tombstones beneath them.
If you fancy spending eternity here, the cemetery still has plots available that can be purchased from the Dean Cemetery Trust, the private company that owns the grounds.
As I wandered around the cemetery today, and after I’d made my way past rows and rows of tombs for vicars, lawyers, and huge monuments to those who died in various conflicts while protecting the Empire, the sort of conflicts we now prefer to forget, I found quite a few interesting characters. There were various academics, actors, artists, architects, designers, engineers, explorers, philosophers, physicians, and politicians. There was the grave of Sir Thomas Bouch, the man who designed the Tay Bridge. You know, the one that fell down. The memorial to James Naysmith, the inventor of the steam hammer. Then there were the graves of the artists Samuel Bough, Francis Cadell and more recently that of John Bellany. There was the effigy, smiling wistfully from the gravestone of the theatre director and owner Frederick Wyndham, and there was the grave of Lieutenant John Irving, one of the few whose bodies was recovered and brought back from the ill-fated Franklin Expedition which set out to look for the fabled Northwest Passage in the Artic. Then of course there was the pink pyramid – the tomb of Andrew Rutherfurd, one time Lord Advocate and MP for Leith Burghs. He was actually born Andrew Greenfield, but the family changed their name to his mother’s maiden name after his father, the Reverend William Greenfield, was disgraced in a sex scandal. It was discovered that William had been having an affair with another man and this being seen as a heinous crime at that time led to the poor man being excommunicated from the church, forced to resign his posts, and expelled from polite society. He fled from Edinburgh to a small village in the North of England and spent the rest of his days there.
Another of those buried in the cemetery is the artist and photographic pioneer, David Octavius Hill. Hill was born in Perth in 1802 and originally trained as a painter and lithographer. In 1843 he decided to paint a picture of various clergymen who had been involved in in the disruption of the Church of Scotland to form the Free Church of Scotland. To secure portraits of all those who had been involved, all four hundred and seventy of them, he decided to use photography. To this end he asked Robert Adamson to help him and the two set up a photographic studio. Hill brought his artistic sensibilities to photography and produced prints that had the qualities of the great Eighteenth Century portrait painters. Prints that soon had the Edinburgh elite flocking to his studios to have their photographs taken. Hill and Adamson also photographed the surrounding landscape and working people, such as the fishwives of Newhaven. Hill died in 1870 and the bust on his grave was sculpted by his wife, Amelia. Today Hill is seen as one of the first people to transform photography into an art form.
Within the cemetery there are many gravestones that carry the facial effigies of those long dead and lying in the ground below. There is something almost surreal about coming face to face with a three dimensional image of the graves occupier, usually sculpted with a knowing smile or quizzical look on their face. One of these effigies is of the artist George Paul Chalmers. The way the sculpture of his face has weathered has given it an almost death mask look. Rather than looking out at us in that knowing way, he just looks dead. His hair flows back as if he’s lying on his death bed, his cheeks are sunken and his eyes, though open, have no life or joy in them. He basically looks a bit miserable, which is maybe not surprising as it seems the poor chap was murdered during a violent robbery…maybe.
Chalmers was born in 1833 in Montrose and showed promise as an artist from a very young age. When he was twenty, he went to study in Edinburgh and soon became renowned as a portrait artist. Later he turned his hand to landscapes and in 1871 became a member of the Royal Scottish Academy.
On the evening of Friday 15th February 1878 Chalmers had attended a banquet at the Royal Scottish Academy. On leaving he made his way to a nearby pub for a few more drinks. Being a man with a fiery temper when he had a drink in him, Chalmers got into a silly and trivial argument with some fellow artists, took umbrage that they disagreed with him and stormed out in a drunken huff.
In the early hours of Saturday morning Chalmers was found lying seriously injured on a stair in South Charlotte Street. His wallet, watch and hat were all found to be missing leading the police to believe that he had been the victim of a violent mugging. He died of his injuries in the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary a few days later. Despite various people coming forward and naming those they suspected of carrying out the assault and robbery no one was ever prosecuted or convicted of Chalmers’ murder. Some suspected that being quite drunk he may have actually fallen down what was described as a dangerous stair to passers-by and that an opportunist thief on seeing him lying there had stolen his possessions. Nothing was ever proved either way, so he may have been murdered or he may have fallen, unfortunately we will never know.
Out of all the memorials in the cemetery there is one to a man who just has to be mentioned. A man still relevant to our times, especially to all biscuit lovers out there. He is of course Robert McVitie, the man who transformed his family bakery into the biscuit kingdom that is McVitie’s. Rich Tea anyone?
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Bain's Coaches Of Oldmeldrum BMC 220LF Condor YK55AVD is seen here entering Daviot this evening while operating the last ever Bain's Coaches Service 421 from Alford to Oldmeldrum.
After almost 50 years of operation Bain's will cease to exist this evening with their operating licence being revoked from 23:59 on the 20th of September 2023. This is following a public enquiry which found vehicles to be deliberately not maintained to adequate standards with documentation being hidden from VOSA Officers, documentation later brought to the enquiry was found to be falsified, with records backdated and the MOT fail rate being twice the national average. Driver hours were not being adhered to and documentation of drivers hours did not exist as allegedly "nobody could work the computer".
Bains were always of much interest to enthusiasts with their everchanging and always varied fleet. It was often proclaimed that Bains never had more than one vehicle of the same type, while although not strictly accurate it does go to show just the variety of vehicles often rare/unusual types that passed through over the years. BMCs had been a stronghold for almost the past two decades with Bains at one point being a BMC dealer, following their demise King Long became the vehicle of choice. More recent times have seen an East Lancs bodied Dart, various Optares and a trio BMC Condors join the fleet.
Bains had for many years operated a number of commercial services usually starting or terminating in Oldmeldrum. Most notable of these are the Service 240 (Oldmeldrum - Inverurie - Kemnay), Service 305 (Aberdeen - Oldmeldrum) and Service 777 (Oldmeldrum - Inverurie - Westhill - Aberdeen Airport), the latter of which had a number of BMC Falcons route branded. Most of these routes had been gradually reduced in recent years with all three commercial routes being axed in early 2023 due to a loss of school contracts, the revenue from which was used to cover the loss making service work.
While it had been expected that the Service 421 (an Aberdeenshire Council tender) would retendered there has yet to be any official announcement, as such it isn't entirely clear if the Service 421 will run tomorrow at all.....
Photo Date: 20th September 2023
Life isn't always a bed of roses,if it was we'd all be bored sick of this beautiful and fragrant flower by now.Sometimes life is a bed of lillies,sometimes daisies,sometimes tulips and sometimes there wont be any bed and you'll have to sleep on the floor,like this man.
We just need to learn to deal with our everchanging situations to the best of our abilities and in the process also learn to appreciate the simple pleasures that life has to offer.It may not be all that you dreamed of but its still always worthwhile.Life is incomplete without its ups and downs. Lets hope and pray there are more ups in our lives than downs:)
As the kayak drifted slowly through the shallow waters of Cedar creek, I passed by baldcypress trees with their broad ribs and towering tupelo trees cradling the riverbank. The morning light of late fall lit up the faded yellows and orange of the swamp cottonwoods. The still waters of the creek created a sublime and moving reflection of the entire scene. The gentle chorus of songbirds as they were starting their morning flight echoed throughout the forest.
The everchanging pattern of colors, light and sound captured, in my mind, the essence of Congaree National Park, which preserves the last old-growth bottomland hardwood forest in the United States. This scene from Cedar creek in the National Park is the featured image for November in my 2024 calendar available here: www.lulu.com/shop/sathish-jothikumar/2024-photography-cal....
Congaree National Park
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Located in the Portobello district of Edinburgh, the County Cinema opened on 30th March 1939 with Walt Disney’s "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" and Larry J. Blake in "Air Devils". It was built on the site of a variety hall which was owned by well known artiste Andre Letta. The hall was demolished and the County Cinema was built for independent operators Henry Paulo and Robert Scott, trading as County Cinema Co.
They employed well known architect T. Bowhill Gibson to design what was to be the last of the ‘super-cinemas’ to be built in the city. The County Cinema originally had a large 33 feet high, glass advertising tower in the centre of the facade which was illuminated by changing colours of neon at night.
Inside, the foyer had terrazzo tiles on the floor and walnut panels on the walls, whil'st the circle lounge had rich red tartan on the walls. The auditorium had seating in stalls and circle and the side-walls had a mix of Art Deco style vertical and horizontal lines. When the houselights were on, the auditorium was bathed in an everchanging colour lighting scheme, which reflected off the screen curtains that had goldfish motifs.
In 1954 the County Cinema was taken over by the George Palmer circuit and was re-constructed internally. It was intended to be a cinema used for the Annual Edinburgh Film Festival and was claimed to be the first cinema in East Scotland to be equipped with Cinemascope and four track magnetic Stereophonic sound when "The Robe" played. George Palmer re-named it the George Cinema.
The George Cinema closed on 15th June 1974 with Richard Roundtree in "Shaft in Africa" and Yul Brynner in "Catlow".
The central glass advertising tower was removed from the facade of the building and it was converted into an independent bingo club, which still operates today. Only the former stalls area is in use and the circle has been blocked off with a false ceiling installed, which hides most of the decoration.
On 12th December 1974, Historic Scotland designated the George Cinema a Grade C(s) Listed building. {Cinema Treasures Website]
Since the above was written the cinema is threatened with demolition.
artist statement: 'Perfectly Imperfect' project arose from a realisation that a rich and meaningful human experience is a tapestry imperfection. This project is a playful look at ourselves weaving together the diverse and interesting walks of life and promoting hope and acceptance. The concept also builds on the yarn bombing movement (aka yarn storming, guerrilla knitting, kniffiti, urban knitting or graffiti knitting). While artists created the knitted and crocheted squares they were encouraged to embrace the journey rather than the outcome itself. The work represents the process of patching one's life together in an everchanging journey. This artwork celebrates the recovery process from mental health issues and the unique talents, wisdom and skills of the elderly- 'Young at Heart' group. Vanessa Anseline.
Wool, buttons and material embellishments. Swell Sculpture festival. Currumbin
Here Be Magic
The Source’s Apprentice
FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real
HOPE = Higher Order Potential Explored
LOVE = Living One Vibrant Energy
Who are you, what is the world, how did you get here, where are we going and why? Every child asks these questions, as do the mortally ill and those suddenly faced with unexpected change.
Young children (and venerable ancients) are most intimately connected to the deepest mysteries of being. All existence is a glorious mystery that inspires open minds and passionate hearts. Life begins in a rush of extraordinary emotion with an intimate embrace of the actual, immediate, visceral present and leaves deep imprints that last through the next rebirth and beyond.
Many newborn babes know answers to the deepest conundrums, yet quickly forget – distracted by the ongoing process of learning to wear a new body in a strangely demanding culture of drowsy domesticated primates. Most ‘modern’ people are quickly weaned from a sense of wonder to suckle on toxic waste and moribund notions in notional nations at war with themselves. What use are masters and mistresses of universal truths to soulless machines of industrious wastage – to self-styled half blind so-called ‘leaders’ who only require mindless cogs and obedient dogs that will work on their pet projects without question?
Eternal questions lead to cascades of answers and torrents of more questions. At some point in life all beings wonder and ponder the primal questions of life, the universe and everything. Every child knows they’re on a magical mystery tour, exploring and creating a gloriously intricate realm of intriguing riddles and sumptuous sensualities. Every freshly incarnate soul knows answers to eternal conundrums and recognises that truth must be really simple, clear and meaningful – unlike the plethora of corporate, ‘religious’ and ‘spiritual’ lies they’re fed to keep them in place in the usual fowl-brained pecking ordure.
People are rapidly weaned from infinite fonts of unending wisdom, fed on senseless half truths and superstitions by blithering wastrels until we’re self-caged in boxes and propped before blinding screens devoid of imagination, filled up with loony marching tunes, violent comical characters, warrior ‘ethics’, impersonal personalities and mobsters from the Id.
Yet every being who finds themselves living in the bosom of Gaia has the ability to flourish in a garden of freedom, art, truth and beauty – unless the divine rapture of happy revelry is beaten and brainwashed out of them by damaged control freaks. The adulteration of adulthood customarily twists each bright new spark into a carelessly forgetful servile dolt wearing uniform uniforms that suit self-styled bosses and no-one else. Yet the bright living world continues to glow and beckon with magnetic inner light, awakening inner sight and inner sense in every insightful innocent soul.
Even while selling, selling out or selling one’s soul, answers and questions lurk within, biding their time til the moment of wonder emerges anew – flowers that bud from slimy mud to bloom in the light of an unbranded bright new day.
Children know what magic is. Magic is obviously the ability to alter the fabric of ‘material reality’ at will. Adolescents and adults who quest after magical reality or ultimate truths usually encounter the teaching that magic is the ability to alter one’s level and state of consciousness at will. It transpires that these two views of magical reality are one and the same, for the world is made of mindstuff – the very same stuff you’ve made of your self.
We’re all the creator of the world we inhabit. We make and remake the cosmos we perceive from instant to instant in a seamless flow far quicker than any word or thought a monkey mind can shape or utter. We mould malleable mindstruff to fit about our hopes, dreams, desires and fears. The strongest, most emotively driven visions predominate, setting the course of our self-chosen destiny from moment to moment. At every instant new doors are opened and closed by decisive thoughts which come and go so swiftly they barely seem to register, ignored by minds entrained to self destruction through perpetual distraction.
Who won last weekend’s game? Who’ll win next week’s? Who really cares or remembers the identikit features of identical born-to-die gladiators or the meaningless trivia of daily scores? Every broadcast from the blaring, pumping, chest-thumping media is thoroughly massaged premasticated pap made to sell, sell, sell the messy message that life is hell without labels and boxes and plastic bags. The ‘news’ is a neverchanging regurgitated weather report overflowing with the meaningless mummery of falsified finance, shaggy cat stories and fishy tales about the none that got away from The System.
People aren’t encouraged to examine their minds – to investigate the source and route of each thought that passes through the easily distracted awareness of industrious sociable beings. In the kingdom of the blind, endless mindless busyness is promoted to a virtue and self-examination is regarded as ‘useless navel gazing’.
The boss will tell you that there’s plenty of time for self examination when you’re fading and tired and retired from the rat race. There’s plenty of time to be free when you’re old, weak, moribund and no longer a potential threat to the busy, dizzy status quo. Meanwhile, follow the leaders and only read parking meters – and pay through the nose for the right to exist, eat, drink and inhabit space. Do what’s expected of you and reap your reward; Work. Consume. Obey. Marry and reproduce. Die – and then begin all over again, with that alluring ‘clean slate’ – that fresh start each adult craves when they realise they’re botching Life and selling their heritage for a bowl of cold potage.
Turn on. Tune in. Opt out! The real world and real you awaits; waiting for you to discover your self.
You always get what you wish for – often when you’ve forgotten you ever wished for it – so be careful what you wish for, for wishing is magic. Each idle thought is a wilful wish when fuelled by hope or fear, love or anger or any potent emotion in the unformed ocean of eternal becoming.
Magic in a Holographic Fractal Multiverse
The cosmos is infinite, and we don’t even live in a single universe. We live in – and contain – an infinite multiverse of limitless potential.
Fractals and fractal imagery demonstrate the truth of an infinite cosmos shaping and shaped by each whole fragment of ultimate reality. Every part, particle, participle and person reflects and refracts the infinite whole – a fluid hologram altered by individual perspectives in a freewheeling free willed phantasmagoria of endless possibility and infinite variety in continuous communion with itself.
As free will is real and events are not locked into predetermined courses, there can’t be any such thing as accurate prediction – just hypnotic programs that attempt to create self-fulfilling prophecies – for all is in flux and the Book of Life is always being inscribed and rewritten as the Book of Changes. There was no single Big Bang or Creation event, for creation continues at all times in all places, everywhere and anywhen. The illusion of creation is simply the result of premillennial brainwashed minds; a dopey falsehood imagined by ‘scientists’ entrained to believe in a fantasy parental archetype – a creator god (or goddess) – by superannuated superstitions strangely exalted as ‘faiths’ or ‘religions’.
There is no god and no master, but truth, beauty, freedom and love are royally real. You are the creator. You are totally free – and ultimately responsible for everything! No guilt, honour, opprobrium or any other imaginary construct applies to you as a result of your creation. Mistakes are impossible in an infinite multiverse; all is research and all is Art. Yet some artistic creations are more pleasing to the senses than others and some acts far more compassionate and conscious. The holographic nature of reality assures that everyone IS everyone and that one simple ‘rule’ actually does apply to all human behaviour and discourse – the eternal Golden Rule; do as you’d be done by.
You create (your own) reality. How are you doing it? Self-styled creators tend to develop an exalted opinion of themselves, in the false belief they’re in charge of everyone and everything else – yet everyone is in charge of and charged by their own ongoing freeform destiny, ultimately beholden to no other yet intricately interlinked with all. Everyone is divine, a whole fractal facet of everyone and everything.
You magnetise reality, shaping and guiding the transitory ‘material world’ to follow the pattern of your dreaming. How are you doing it? Are you actually moulding the infinite potential of possibility itself, or are you selecting the best of all possible worlds from the myriad pre-existing choices available – or both, or neither? Are you a corpse that died at an earlier time, dreaming the ongoing world as you decompose into soil? Are you a Neo(tonous being) imagining a preprogrammed life in an artificial matrix?
How can you truly know the truth?
By examining each thought and image that enters your mind, and seeing from whence it arises. By meditating, and truly SEEING the sea of mentality through which you’re swimming until you find the still, pure centre where the true you abides, becoming the source of all creation at the centre of the cyclone, wreathed in the swirling spin of everchanging thoughtforms and myriad potential.
Kaleidoscopic Cosmos
There is another way of viewing the kaleidoscopic cosmos. Matter doesn’t exist. It’s an illusion created by apparent ‘particles’ which also don’t exist in ‘real’ terms, but are actually eddies formed by intricately interlocking standing waves. We live in a fluid fractal hologram. All patterns echo the primal form from which all other fractal versions and visions are derived; the vortex at the core of all things, the shape of the cosmos itself.
Every ‘electron’ and every other vortexial fragment of wholistic unity holds a holographic image of everything within its spinning skein. Every grain of a holographic image contains an image of the whole picture, and every vortex is implicately linked to all others at all levels of resolution.
In quantum theory an ‘electron’ is said to rotate around its axis more than once during each rotation, circling through infinite plena of potentials (other universes) before returning to the phase – the place – from which it’s observed. Thus every part of all possible universes is in potential and actual contact with every other part, at all levels of resolution – and so are you.
Every cloud is a fractal representation of every other cloud. All clouds are different yet similar forms, all exhibiting tendencies we recognise as ‘cloudness’. All trees are fractal representations of every other tree. Every person is a fractal representation of every other person. Every ‘universe’ is a fractal representation of every other universe, and all are intimately linked in the most fundamental ways. All forms are representation of the primordial vortex, the wellspring from which all arises.
Everything we perceive/conceive/receive is produced by standing waves, and standing waves are formed between complementary poles. Every thing vibrates between its core and extremities – the poles of creation – yet the extremities and core of every single thing extend forever and are linked to literally everything.
We live in a far greater reality than a simple single universe. The universe we perceive is a tendency that tends to maintain its apparent form and substance almost wherever we look, but if you step back from the brink of egocentric personality and really see you’ll notice differences and changes all around and within you, all the time. We are part and parcel of everything, and everything changes all the time in ways too varied to mention. Everyone is surfing through spacetimes and everyone gets exactly what they wish for with their most wilful impassioned desires.
Hopes and dreams – affirmations – predominate over fears and insecurities when you invest them with awareness, focus and consideration. Hopes manifest most easily when they dovetail with the dreams of other beings in a mutually reinforcing matrix. Hope for the best! Dare to dream of Paradise – for all.
Psychic abilities are real and available; you enact their reality all the time. Telepathy is an ongoing eternal reality; not something to be achieved, but recognised. The same applies to all psi abilities or ‘psychic powers’. Learning magic begins with the simple recognition –reknowing – that it exists, and you are already ‘doing’ it. That’s how you got here. That’s why you’re reading this.
.You are implicately and inextricably interwoven with the entire potential cosmos. To activate a broader awareness of all this potential you have to explore the core of your being and the limitless bounds of self. The whole whirled world is whorled from mindstuff and thou art god.
And myriad other beings already know this. We soar from the shoulders of giants.
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Way Out, Far In
To begin any magical operation draw a circle around yourself, starting in the East. Do it now. In the southern hemisphere of this spinning Earth sphere the circle of protection is drawn clockwise (looking down from above). The opposite pertains in the northern hemisphere.
The circle is an inviolable horizon and you are its centre. All possibilities exist between the horizon and the core. Arrange your body so your spine is erect and your breathing is full and clear – this can take a single moment or many years to achieve, depending on where you’re at and how you came to be here now...
by R. Ayana
Continues @ hermetic.blog.com/2012/01/04/here-be-magic/
It is cleverly thrifty, adding but merely the gentlest touch of moodlighting necessary to capacitate the ceiling seepages' proficient handling of the remaining bulk of the æsthetic work.
Autos, by their parkings and unparkings, become unwitting participants in an everchanging Kinetic Art Installation.
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In Center City Philadelphia on March 23rd, 2011, a view from the east side of South 22nd Street, under John F. Kennedy Boulevard.
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HE336.U53 Underpasses—Pictorial works.
N8233.N45 Neon lighting in art.
N6494.S57 Site-specific art.
QC495.2 Blue—Pictorial works.
TE23 Streets—United States—Pictorial works.
F158.68.C43 Center City District (Philadelphia, Pa.)—Pictorial works.
F158.37 Philadelphia (Pa.)—Pictorial works.
Tapestry by Carol King
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the everchanging view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide
And a coat of many colors, yellow-green on either side
He moved with some uncertainty, as if he didn't know
Just what he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree
And his hand came down empty
Soon within my tapestry along the rutted road
He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into someone's wicked spell
And I wept to see him suffer, though I didn't know him well
As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly appeared
A figure gray and ghostly beneath a flowing beard
In times of deepest darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unravelling; he's come to take me back
He's come to take me back
A wonderful seaside walk with Mrs Moomin and No.3 son, under everchanging skies and with a tide that was turning,
Between the promontory and the sea lies the nature reserve of the Laghetti di Marinello with its everchanging landscape following the seasons and the tides. A thin spit of sand hides four characteristic salt water lakes, caused by the sea flowing into the bay. The formation of the lagoon area dates back to about 100 years ago, between 1865 and 1895 , due to specific tectonic processes and also to the unique weather and sea conditions exist along this strip of coast. The lagoon area is located within the " Natural Reserve lakes of Marinello " established in 1998 and operated by the Province of Messina.Within the reserve , which covers about 380 hectares, there are a wide variety of environments : it goes from lacustrine to brackish coastal marine sands , the steep slopes and areas overlooking the sea . It is also a lovely natural cave : Cave Woman Villa , difficult to reach because overlooking the sea , within which are formations of stalactites , stalagmites and columns. An old legend tells that in this cave there lived a witch enchantress ( as the sorceress Circe of Homer ) that if after luring sailors to her singing sublime liberate devouring it . If the prey escaped the witch vented his immense rage against the walls of the cave affossandovi , with all its force , the fingers of his hands. The name of the sorceress was Donna Villa and only a few would be able to escape ! In terms of the impending Shrine of the Black Madonna is located in a sandy area that draws a long spit of sand that juts into the Tyrrhenian Sea to the east. In order to appreciate the good form it is convenient to go up to the shrine from where one has a unique overview: In addition to the long sandy bar you can clearly see the lakes of Marinello. To reach them you have to get to the town of Oliver, and from there head north towards Marinello. The car is left at the entrance of the Natural Reserve lakes of Marinello, and then you can take a walk to find their own lonely corner of the beach. Keep in mind the distance, the sand bar has variable size, depending on the currents and seasons, and you can travel up to about 2 km to reach the tip!
Sono spettacolari laghetti marini intrappolati da lingue di sabbia proprio sotto l’altissima rupe culminante, nella parte più alta, con la meravigliosa Tindari. Il numero dei laghetti varia a seconda della stagione e delle maree.Sono raggiungibili a piedi dal paese di Marinello passeggiando nel litorale sabbioso. Sul colle dirimpetto, su un fianco del capo, un sentiero conduce alla grotta della Maga (foto, detta anche Donna Villa), che secondo la leggenda attraeva i marinai con il suo canto e la sua bellezza per poi divorarli. Il 17 Agosto del 310, proprio in questa caverna, morì papa Eusebio, esiliato in Sicilia da Massenzio. Per entrare alla grotta bisogna attraversare un piccolo sentiero da contrada Rocca Femmina. Si tratta di una cavità naturale collocata a 76 metri sul livello del mare, costituita da tre piccoli e quasi inaccessibili atri o caverne. All'interno si trovano bellissime formazioni stalattite e stalagmitiche di vario colore (a conferma che nei periodi di scioglimento dei ghiacciai essa è stata sott'acqua) ed un pozzo profondo circa 3 metri. Nelle pareti sono presenti un'infinità di microfori, creati dai litodomi (molluschi marini), mediante erosione; secondo la leggenda questi fori sarebbero stati provocati dalle unghie della maga, che così si sarebbe sfogata ogni volta che non riusciva ad attirare il navigatore di passaggio.La macchia mediterranea è composta da euforbia, canne, mirto, capperi e fichi d’India. La fauna da molluschi in acqua e uccelli migratori attorno.La riserva naturale orientata Laghetti di Marinello è un'area protetta istituita nel 1998 e affidata in gestione alla provincia di Messina. Si estende su oltre 400 ettari.L'area lagunare di Marinello è sottoposta a molte variazioni morfologiche del territorio che, modificando la costa, creano laghetti del litorale salmastri.Il trasporto sulla costa di sabbia e ghiaia è dovuto all'approfondimento del fondale marino, dovuto all'azione, in questo caso, del Mar Tirreno.
La riserva naturale orientata Laghetti di Marinello è un'area protetta istituita nel 1998 e affidata in gestione alla provincia di Messina. Si estende su oltre 400 ettari. L'area lagunare di Marinello è sottoposta a molte variazioni morfologiche del territorio che, modificando la costa, creano laghetti del litorale salmastri. Il trasporto sulla costa di sabbia e ghiaia è dovuto all'approfondimento del fondale marino, dovuto all'azione, in questo caso, del Mar Tirreno.
La flora più intressante è costituita da :
Hyparrhenia hirta(barboncino mediterraneo);
Helichrysum italicum (elicriso);
Ruppia maritima (fieno di mare);
Echinops spinosissimus (cardo-pallottola vischioso);
Dianthus rupicola (garofano delle rupi);
Brassica incana (cavolo biancastro);
Lonicera implexa (caprifoglio mediterraneo).
Tra le specie dell'ittiofauna segnalate nella riserva merita una menzione il ghiozzetto macrocefalo (Millerigobius macrocephalus) un piccolo ghiozzo che vive a modeste profondità sui fondali fangosi del laghetto "Verde". Altre specie ittiche presenti sono l'anguilla, il latterino capoccione, il cefalo bosega, il ghiozzo nero, il ghiozzetto minuto, la bavosa pavone e il pesce ago, a cui si aggiungono, negli ambienti a salinità marina, il grongo, la spigola e la mormora.
....another view of the beach down the street from me...I can never tire of seeing the everchanging canvas that greets me daily.....I am off to my tuesday morning walking group adventure...tho I can't see us speed walking on the ice....perhaps I will find some different magic to share...
....no more snow fotos, as now the urban snow is simply dirty and not so picturesque...tho I guess that is a whole other series, of the dark side of snow!?!?! I agree with my friend Ana, city snow after the first virgin blanket...needs to go now!! it is icy dangerous to drive and walk in...our city is still at a standstill and many holiday events have been cancelled!!
...back after work today to see whatz up in your part of the world!!
have a fa la la day full of joy and wonder....
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A wonderful seaside walk with Mrs Moomin and No.3 son, under everchanging skies and with a tide that was turning,
More on the everchanging formations of November 15 in the Glenwood Valley!
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Geared to the theme "State Fair of the Future", the New York State Exhibit provides a fascinating display of permanent exhibits and an everchanging daily panorama of performance and contests in the huge Tent of Tomorrow. Visitors ride to the Astro-View of the Fair in the high-speed capsules scaling the exterior of huge towers alongside the Tent. Finally, they may view a 360 degree motion picture, projected on the walls of the Theaterama, which completes the exhibit.
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By "CANNIE."
WHAT thoughts of care-free happiness one associates with Picnic Point, especially Toowoomba children who have enjoyed a day's holiday there. There are the slides they have had on the sledges, and the laughter and scrambling when one of the sledges somersaulted with its occupants, and the panting and puffing to gain the top for just one more slide.
Picnic Point is situated at the top of the Toowoomba Range, overlooking the Toll Bar Road, with its numerous twists and turns. From the look-out there is a wonderful view of hills and valleys, sometimes basking in the bright sunshine which helps to reveal a track leading to some unvisited waterhole. But sometimes they are covered with mists, and Table Top, with its mantle of whiteness, appears as a stately mountain crowned with purity and honour. The mists come and go in an instant, but in that instant the deep blur of the valleys is seen by the observer.
The pleasure of viewing the hills and valleys is great, but better still are the journeys down the Range for gum tips, wattle, and ferns. With thoughts of watercress, yam-yams and, perhaps, fish for dinner. If you are lucky enough to catch any, you hasten towards some well-remembered spot, recounting the events of the last picnic, the fun you had racing to reach some boulder or the bottom of some waterfall first - the stories that were told when you reached the Point after a hard struggle uphill, and the slow walk home, and the planning to spend the next holiday there, too.
The artist looking over his paintings thinks of the days past when he sat beneath some tree and painted the scene before him. One day it would be clear and bright, the distant line of hills standing out against the sky, and the road winding in and out, disappearing behind some cluster of trees, only to reappear around the next bend. On another day the sky would be dark and stormy, and the trees would sway in unison with the wind, and around him all would seem hushed as if to watch the storm raging on the mountains.
The poet thinking over some well-remembered verse sees again the scene he saw the day that he wrote the verse. George Essex Evans in his home on the Range often wondered at the everchanging mists of the early morning and the beautiful colours of the sunset, with its darkening shadows showing that once again night was coming on. In the hush of the noon-day sun he would sit in some cool and shady place as "the soft moss sleeps upon the stone" listening to the birds singing in the tree-tops, and wondering at the beauty of Nature.
From The Brisbane Courier, Thursday 15 September 1932.
Image source: Queensland State Archives Item ID ITM1080834 Picnic Point Lookout, Main Range, Toowoomba.
For the series we had to photograph an object in the studio as a visual statement for this series.
As you can read in the text that accompanies the images I have a strong desire to wander the globe. In this desire I find myself a stranger upon arriving home again, as I became familiar with my new surroundings while home never seems to change that much. Yet this feeling of unease makes me realize something has changed, namely me, and therefor I must change my home as well. It became a visual exercise on capturing this idea of home as an everchanging value, as the place you once started running from into the place you wish to run for, and the feeling of getting stuck in these cycles of transformation.
“The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.”
-Randy Pausch, from The Last Lecture: Achieving Your Childhood Dreams
I did not begin to appreciate the magic of cloudscapes until I started working with time-lapse photography. The clouds during sunset in Hong Kong’s typhoon season is most incredible, and combined with sunset the color fidelity is second to none.
The time-lapse which I have shot in the past were output directly from camera without much processing, mainly as I did not see it possible to process each RAW capture by hand to create a video. However, a friend on Instagram recommended that I checked out LRTimelapse, which allows me to set a few shots in the RAW captures as keyframes and then batch it over the entire sequence.
With this new tool in hand, I am able to process each capture to my standards and then sequenced it together inside Premiere Pro.
The title of this sequence is by my auntie Rita Lee in Hong Kong. The soundtrack is found on SoundCloud on tracks licensed via Creative Commons. This video could not have been made without all the fantastic creative resources available. Once again, CC rocks!
# Soundtrack
Alrus Cathleen and Alrus - Cloud Kingdom (ft. Laura Conway)
soundcloud.com/alrus/alrus-cloud-kingdom-preview
# SML Data
+ Date: 2013-07-06 (recorded) 2013-07-08 (processed)
+ Camera: Canon EOS 6D
+ Lens:Canon EF 17-40 f/4L USM
+ Accessories: Canon TC-80N3, Manfrotto tripod, Manfrotto head
+ Workflow: Lightroom 5, LRTimelapse 2, Premiere Pro CC
+ Video: 1920x1080 (1080p), 24fps, Progressive
+ Location: SML Universe Limited, Vista Paradiso, Ma On Shan, Hong Kong, China
+ Subject:Chinese University of Hong Kong (CUHK), Science Park, Tolo Harbour, Hong Kong
+ Photographer: See-ming Lee 李思明 / SML Photography
+ Chinese Title (提字): Rita Lee
+ Soundtrack: Cathleen and Alrus - Cloud Kingdom (ft. Laura Conway) by Alrus (SoundCloud CCBY)
+ Media Production: SML Universe
+ License: Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported (CCBY)
+ Copyright: 2013 See-ming Lee 李思明 / SML Universe Limited
+ Series: 寧 Serenity
+ Serial: SML.20130706.6D.18062-SML.20130706.6D.18889-TL
# SML Simulcast
+ youtube.com/watch?v=VnG5egmMsWg
# Media Licensing
Creative Commons (CCBY) See-ming Lee 李思明 / SML Photography / SML Universe Limited
風起雲湧 變幻萬千 Everchanging Cloudscape / 寧 Serenity 延時攝影 Time Lapse Photography / SML.20130706.6D.18062-SML.20130706.6D.18889-TL
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