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A combination of pieces from Hiroshi Sugimoto's photographic exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art Art Australia.
SMC PENTAX (K) 28mm f2 "Hollywood"
Christine and I decided we would both use apples a prop and see what we each would come up with. Here is mine, stay tuned for hers!
A subject that I am forever fascinated about are the ways in which we as humans are not so very different from our surroundings. In this photo I am portraying a form rather than submitting to an identity. I am a piece of food, I am an apple, I am nothing more than another figure in the formation.
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming through, yo, what's the hold up?
I'm in that new new, me and New New when I roll up
I tell the valet, "Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up"
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
"Forming and breaking in the sky,
I fancy all shapes are there;
Temple, mountain, monument, spire;
Ships rigged out with sails of fire,
And blown by the evening air."
- J.K. Hoyt
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This shot was taken during a cruise on The Yangtze River, China.
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The Giant's Causeway is an area of about 40,000 interlocking basalt columns, the result of an ancient volcanic fissure eruption. It is located in County Antrim on the north coast of Northern Ireland, about three miles (4.8 km) northeast of the town of Bushmills.
Around 50 to 60 million years ago, during the Paleocene Epoch, Antrim was subject to intense volcanic activity, when highly fluid molten basalt intruded through chalk beds to form an extensive lava plateau. As the lava cooled, contraction occurred.
Horizontal contraction fractured in a similar way to drying mud, with the cracks propagating down as the mass cooled, leaving pillarlike structures, which are also fractured horizontally into "biscuits". In many cases the horizontal fracture has resulted in a bottom face that is convex while the upper face of the lower segment is concave, producing what are called "ball and socket" joints. The size of the columns is primarily determined by the speed at which lava from a volcanic eruption cools.
The extensive fracture network produced the distinctive columns seen today. The basalts were originally part of a great volcanic plateau called the Thulean Plateau which formed during the Paleocene.
According to legend, the columns are the remains of a causeway built by a giant. The story goes that the Irish giant Fionn mac Cumhaill (Finn MacCool), from the Fenian Cycle of Gaelic mythology, was challenged to a fight by the Scottish giant Benandonner. Fionn accepted the challenge and built the causeway across the North Channel so that the two giants could meet. In one version of the story, Fionn defeats Benandonner. In another, Fionn hides from Benandonner when he realises that his foe is much bigger than he is. Fionn's wife, Oonagh, disguises Fionn as a baby and tucks him in a cradle. When Benandonner sees the size of the 'baby', he reckons that its father, Fionn, must be a giant among giants. He flees back to Scotland in fright, destroying the causeway behind him so that Fionn would be unable to chase him down.
Across the sea, there are identical basalt columns (a part of the same ancient lava flow) at Fingal's Cave on the Scottish isle of Staffa, and it is possible that the story was influenced by this.
In overall Irish mythology, Fionn mac Cumhaill is not a giant but a hero with supernatural abilities, contrary to what this particular legend may suggest. In Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry (1888) it is noted that, over time, "the pagan gods of Ireland [...] grew smaller and smaller in the popular imagination, until they turned into the fairies; the pagan heroes grew bigger and bigger, until they turned into the giants". There are no surviving pre-Christian stories about the Giant's Causeway, but it may have originally been associated with the Fomorians (Fomhóraigh); the Irish name Clochán na bhFomhóraigh or Clochán na bhFomhórach means "stepping stones of the Fomhóraigh". The Fomhóraigh are a race of supernatural beings in Irish mythology who were sometimes described as giants and who may have originally been part of a pre-Christian pantheon
Le sentier des Douaniers, également connu sous le nom de GR 34 était autrefois utilisé par les douaniers pour lutter contre la contrebande. Ce chemin relie le port de Ploumanac'h à la plage de Trestraou et est l'une des balades les plus prisées des Côtes d'Armor.
Thunderstorms in the upper Midwest of the US this year have been returning to what was once their typical behavior. Fueled by the waning heat of a rapidly retreating sunset, ordinary clouds suddenly boil over into massive, powerful thunderheads within a few minutes due to cooler air as night approaches. This leads to spectacular summer cloud-watching displays. My neighbors and I emerge from our homes to enjoy the enormous forms swirling above us, lit in almost theatrical splendor. The final display of solar rays illuminating faraway mountains of water vapor is, for us, unequaled in beauty.
Threat of a storm above with leaden summer skies. Underneath these grasses and assorted plants just hold their own and regardless of what comes from the sky soon I am sure they will still be here tomorrow, fragile as they seem!
John Muir believed that his beloved Yosemite valley was formed by glaciers of the past. This theory met with stiff opposition from his peers and contemporaries. But unlike his distractors, Muir spent hours and days lying on valley rocks with ‘patient brooding’ to ask questions, whose answers could be his riposte: ‘Where did all that ice come from and where did it go?’ To find answers, Muir invested many summers in Alaska, where he visited and ‘discovered’ the Glacier Bay in ‘the end of October, 1879’.
“If my son comes not back, on you will be his blood.” ~ Mother of Kadechan, a Muir expedition crew-member
To discover the glaciers of Glacier Bay, Muir had an outdated chart (created by the HMS Discovery captain Vancouver in 1794), a crew of four that included an evangelist and three Sitka Indians, and a canoe that had room for very little after seating these five men. Local Indians didn’t approve of this trip. With winter right around the corner and limited provisions available to the party further up the bay, this trip sure seemed destined for the doom. Crew members’ mothers and wives didn’t held their angst back. It took the evangelist’s assurance for people to calm down and the journey to begin.
“Muir must be a witch to seek knowledge in such a place as this, and in such miserable weather” ~Toyatte, the expedition captain (by virtue of being the canoe-owner).
Within a few days, the tour faced substantial challenges that discouraged Indian crew members severely. They were shocked by Muir’s adventurous spirit that ventured out into icy mountains and waters even when thunders rolled over. Dreading the ‘treeless, forlorn appearance' of the area, they considered heading back. With every passing storm, the dissent grew. Then, Muir made a speech to his crew that was laced with deep Muir-ish sentiments that we all have come to admire today. That speech, which called for trusting the ‘heaven’ and putting fear away, galvanized the crew and made them sentimental. They decided not to care even if the 'canoe were to get crushed by icebergs' because on their way to the next world they would have excellent companions. Thus reinvigorated, the crew moved further north towards mighty glaciers that no human eyes from the developed world had ever seen before.
“It presents… many shades of blue, from pale, shimmering, limpid tones in the crevasses and hollows, to the most startling, chilling, almost shrieking vitriol blue on the plain mural spaces from where bergs had just been discharged.” ~John Muir (The discovery of Glacier Bay)
The party reached the head of the bay, where mighty glaciers blocked their view and path forward. While others set up camp, the ecstatic Mr. Muir ran out to climb a mountain in the sleety rain to get a ‘broader outlook’ of that icy empire. From his vantage point, he saw and sketched ‘ineffably chaste and spiritual heights’ of the Fairweather Range, and several great glaciers that flow from those mountains. That night, the happy crew sat by a large fire celebrating their success amidst ‘thunder of the icebergs, rolling, swelling, reverberating through solemn stillness’. They were tired, but too happy to sleep.
PS: Glacier Bay, as we know it today, didn’t exist when Vancouver charted the area in 1794. A century later, Muir found glacier-lines had receded by 18-25 miles from lines in Vancouver’s chart and called Glacier bay ‘undoubtedly young’. Today, most glaciers in the bay have receded and rest behind Vancouver's lines by scores of miles. If not impaired by global warming, these glaciers may return because it is their nature to cyclically recede and burgeon in geological time. Above, you may see two glaciers: Johns Hopkins–the wide one, and Gilman–the petite glacier underneath Mt. Abbe. Muir didn't see them; these are 30-40 miles north of the glacier line during Muir’s expedition. Exceptionally, the handsome Johns Hopkins glacier – whose mile-long face you see above but can’t see it wearing many stripes of medial moraines like a fashion conscious urbanite – is currently advancing every year. While there, I was absolutely enthralled by those thunderous claps of glaciers calving, but was saddened at not being able to witness Muir’s ‘crowds of bergs packed against the ice-wall’. Today, due to much warmer water temperature in this area, icebergs have disappeared. What was once an icy and spiky outer curtain wall of several thousand icebergs that defended the snow-white Fairweather Range, is today a dilapidated garden of growlers (smaller fragments of ice).
Artwork by Dutch artist Bob Bonies (b. 1937). Was an exhibition in Kunstmuseum The Hague. The monochrome planes of colour in his paintings are nothing other than what they appear to be: colour and form.
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The mountains of Eryri form a backdrop to this once busy slate works. Yr Wydffa or Snowdon is the peak in the distance and the passing thunder storm created nice dramatic light. Dinorwic quarry is now abandoned but this little building would have once been a busy place. In winter the conditions would have been harsh but on a pleasant early autumn day like this, the view from the office window would have been something to behold.
Adosado a la muralla, se alza sobre el río formando una auténtica fortificación que tenía fines defensivos en la época de la Reconquista. Tenía planta rectangular, un patio de armas central y varios torreones.
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El castillo o alcázar está ligado a la familia Mendoza, de la que pasó a depender la villa en el siglo XIV. La construcción que ha llegado hasta nuestros días data de ese siglo o del siguiente, cuando se convirtió en residencia del Marqués de Santillana y su familia, futuros duques del Infantado. En él residieron la reina Juana de Portugal y su hija Juana la Beltraneja, que aspiraba al trono de Castilla-León (sobre el que por cierto versan las visitas teatralizadas). Además ha acogido a reyes invitados por los Mendoza, como Juan II o Felipe III.
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Attached to the wall, it rises on the river forming an authentic fortification that had defensive purposes at the time of the Reconquest. It had a rectangular floor plan, a central courtyard and several turrets.
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The castle or fortress is linked to the Mendoza family, from which the town became dependent in the fourteenth century. The construction that has survived to this day dates from that century or the next, when it became the residence of the Marquis of Santillana and his family, future dukes of the Infantado. It was the home of Queen Juana of Portugal and her daughter Juana la Beltraneja, who aspired to the throne of Castilla-León (on which the dramatized visits are, by the way). It has also welcomed kings invited by the Mendoza, as John II or Philip III.
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La pointe de Dinan est une pointe de Bretagne dans la presqu'île de Crozon, marquant la limite nord-ouest du cap de la Chèvre. Elle est située au sud de Camaret-sur-Mer, sur le territoire de la commune de Crozon.