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Out of my 14 explore appearances, this is by far at the highest rank, beating #194 b&w Branches flic.kr/p/2oJzzGs from 2023.
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
"Macro Mondays" . Orange.
Orange Family Photo.
Ylvis - The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) [Official music video HD]
Ylvis - The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) [Official music video HD]
You can't imagine what it took me to try to make something that was different from an everyday object, flower, or fruit for this challenge. Finally, due to lack of time, I have fallen into the stereotype and recurring paper figures.
In this case, what I have done has been to make a family of foxes, the blue dad, the orange mom, and the little children. It has been complicated since they had to be small for what the macro challenge admits.
The total measurement of the photo is 7 cm wide by approximately 4 high.
Siempre me ha fascinado este animal. Por donde yo vivo habitualmente, cerca de Madrid, tenemos muchos, porque es zona de muchos conejos y se alimentan de ellos y ratones de campo.
Zorro en la tierra de mi familia, y en la mía, Galicia, no solo es un animal, también se designa así, a las personas astutas, inteligentes y perspicaces. En otras zonas de España, esta palabra se emplea para referirse despectivamente a las mujeres de "dudosa reputación" o insulto.
I have always been fascinated by this animal. Where I usually live, near Madrid, we have many, because it is an area of many rabbits and they feed on them and field mice.
Fox in the land of my family, and in mine, Galicia, is not only an animal, it is also designated that way, cunning, intelligent and insightful people. In other areas of Spain, this word is used to refer disparagingly to women of "dubious reputation" or insult.
J'ai toujours été fasciné par cet animal. Là où j'habite habituellement, près de Madrid, nous en avons beaucoup, car c'est une zone de nombreux lapins et ils se nourrissent d'eux et des souris des champs.
Le renard dans le pays de ma famille, et dans le mien, la Galice, n'est pas seulement un animal, il est également désigné comme un peuple rusé, intelligent et perspicace. Dans d'autres régions d'Espagne, ce mot est utilisé pour désigner de manière désobligeante les femmes de «réputation douteuse» ou d'insulte.
Sono sempre stato affascinato da questo animale. Dove vivo di solito, vicino a Madrid, ne abbiamo molti, perché è un'area di molti conigli e si nutrono di loro e di topi di campagna.
La volpe nella terra della mia famiglia e nella mia, la Galizia, non è solo un animale, è anche designata come gente astuta, intelligente e perspicace. In altre zone della Spagna, questa parola è usata per riferirsi in modo sprezzante a donne di "dubbia reputazione" o insulto.
María
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
Every couple of years I dust off Sun-tzu's classic Art of War and read parts of the 2500-year-old essay on war strategy in classic Chinese. Some days it is more insightful than others but sadly, it never grows irrelevant.
There is power, discipline, nuance, and flow embedded in the handwritten Chinese calligraphy on the right, bingfa (兵法), the art of war. Can you see it?
This is a photo of the cover page calligraphy of R.L. Wing's bilingual book and translation of The Art of Strategy, published 1988.
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
The most exciting Bionicle building contest has returned! Everyone has until May 26 to build their vision of THE FUTURE. You only need one photo, so throw everything you've got into one perfect shot, and the marvelous judges will pick the 81 most incredible builds to move forward. However far you expect to go, participating is a great way to get your name out there, get insightful critique, and become a better builder! And every year's Biocup introduces a new set of rising stars - maybe the next will be you!
Looks like I’m back. Sometimes you do something for so long that you need a break. I took a big one, but then I got some photos that I couldn’t sit on.
Animal Kingdom is a park you simply can’t avoid. It’s not a full day’s worth of stuff… but at the same time… it’s stunning, jaw dropping, gorgeous, and awesome in every way. It’s simply sad that a half day is all there is to it – but you know what? It’s because it’s so dense.
Anyhow, nothing insightful today, but I promise to have more great photos soon. I won’t be posting daily like I used to, and I likely won’t be keeping a regular schedule. But that being said, I’ll keep having new stuff for you all the time!
Excited to be back, see you soon!
Phoenix
I can tell you right now you're gonna wanna L this
Hello. It's only week one and I'm already cutting it close. Uploaded with 47 minutes to spare.
Uh huh, I'm 52 weeking with my friend Jenn! She JUST got a DSLR and I'm so psyched to see what she does with it. :)
----Schools over for me on the Monday after tomorrow. This year has been... a lot of different words. I do not possess the talent (most of the time) to form clever, insightful sentences. But this year has, like any other, had its highs and lows, and I'm ready for the next one. Come at me, bro.
While I don't yet have any of the beautiful blossoms and blooms so many of you are now uploading, I finally have the reliable maples offering their flamboyant spring preview of next fall's main event. This display is probably what triggered an interest in macro photography and is an annual presentation in my stream. This is the showy and dramatic female flower. The male much more plain and simple...much like the human species...;-))
The thank you is for all who provided such thoughtful and insightful comments on yesterday's image. That you took the time to do so confirms my frequent assertion that I am fortunate to have the best contacts on Flickr....and I truly appreciate it.
Excerpt from ago.ca/exhibitions/kaws-family?gclid=EAIaIQobChMI2azAl-nR...:
Making his Canadian museum debut, Brooklyn-based artist Brian Donnelly (1974), better known as KAWS, bridges the worlds of art, popular culture and commerce with sophisticated humour and insightful appropriation. Renowned for his larger-than-life sculptures of cartoon-inspired characters and exuberant hard-edge paintings that playfully emphasize line and colour, much like 1960s Pop artists, he blurs the boundaries between populist and elite art, bringing mass media imagery into traditional art spaces. Straddling the world of art and design, KAWS has forged a large international following both inside and outside the art world.
In this original AGO exhibition, visitors will see first hand the artist's meticulous methods, creative process and range, through more than 75 artworks including wall murals, sketches, paintings, sculptures, his altered phone booth advertisements and product collaborations. Centered in Signy Eaton Gallery, with interventions throughout the museum, the centrepiece of the exhibition, is a larger-than-life painted bronze sculpture FAMILY (2021), featuring four of KAWS’ recurring figures of varying sizes posed as a nuclear family.
Organized by the AGO, the exhibition is curated by Julian Cox, AGO Deputy Director and Chief Curator.
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
Cicko's first year on Earth, after being left stranded inside the shoebox near our house, approximately 2 days after being given birth.
It seems he is enjoying his first days of his life, which he really do. Even though he doesn't know where his mother is, or can't comprehend what the presence of mother brings, nor does he resent or blame anyone responsible for his shoebox thing, he is still happy little boy.
These were insightful times, watching him grow and learn about life, without someone to learn from, except couple of human beings, different from his kind.
His instincts, and how God have created him, were always on spot. No problems there: catching what cat is supposed to catch, running, playing, games, toys, friskiness, naughtiness, restlessness...
The only problem I am seeing is with the relationship with other cats, that come to our house from time to time. Cicko does not know how to handle that yet. He haven't had the chance to learn from anyone, and in the pressence of them, he does know how to make a stand... Usually, he rather leaves, or give his best sleeping spots to the temporary newcomers of his kind.
Also, when other cats are present, he is having a problem with eating... He needs peace to eat. He is constantly looking around while other csts are in viscinity... seems like he can't put his guard down.
He is almost one year old by now, and we are looking forward on his progress.
Not to mention all the medical trouble we had with him. On this particular day when this photo was taken, on this same spot, he was throwing up, at least 6-7 times, and his belly was inflated,his eyes like he's dying, face sad, and he was constantly finding place to hide, to sleep...like he was finding place to sleep forever. Eyes were telling us everything.
But tjen the sun came onto his life, amd we couldn't believe what a shift in the mood occured. My God, he became the happiest little lad in the timespace of half a day.
Happy birthday, Cicko.
This photo ends my Black and White Week on Flickr; thanks to all for your insightful comments. Remember Paul Simon's great line in his 1972 hit, Kodachrome? "Everything looks worse in black and white." I'm pretty sure he was referring to reality, not to photography...
Note that this is the only b & w image in the set that doesn't have people as the subject. A lot of folks tell me they don't know how to photograph people, or have no interest in doing so, and that's fine - we are drawn to different subject matter just as we are drawn to different modes of creative expression. I will simply respond that I see people as merely another wildlife subject, albeit one of the more dangerous ones. With suitable precautions, though, it's possible to get close shots and survive the encounter.
Meanwhile, images such as the one on view here are not easy for me to create. There are so many distractions on a busy city street or urban neighbourhood; I get overwhelmed too easily. With persistence, I've been able to nab the occasional okay shot, and after 44 years, I think this one holds up. In the original there was a thin line of grass at the bottom, and during processing I decided it was one element too many and I cropped it out.
Photographed in Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada); scanned from the original Tri-X negative. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1978 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Pratt's Falls County Park, New York
the last of my waterfall photos from my wonderful October 2008 trip to upstate NY. Thanks so much for the views and insightful comments! Definitely a place I need to visit again....
Circles
The guitars rumble on and fade-out, but not in reality -
these opaque legacies found in dreams hospitality
do they matter at all?
yes, surely this plethora shall recall
illusionary magic at fate's ornate door
letting me know right now to implore
these insightful tribunes to wander through
the sincipital fabric, with silken offerings to pursue
such eurythmy found within perfects the outer
vision of stillness, silence no longer the doubter
indeed, it's the teacher of light through darkness
of a hope travelling through demoralising dankness
overriding seemingly forever-flowing tribulations
an obviation of sin upon the landscape of aspirations
guided by noctilucent hearts encircling the legacy
driven onwards yet, in avoidance of society's profligacy
muster the strength from somewhere we must
herald the spring morning in hope as much as trust
retread the craquelure path from memory the picture painted
flow with emotion the footsteps upon a canvas reacquainted
picture play in light and shade of a mind at freewill
with ambience-wreathed adrenaline tinctures to fulfil
the ultimate in cyclic ambition synthesising one's nature
a wake-up call that's gentle on the ear and eye of proffered stature
by anglia24
10h20: 26/02/2008
©2008anglia24
A revolutionary and inspirational human being whose works are highly recommended. I just finished her most recent book, The Republic of Imagination, and was again immersed and impressed with how wonderful of a writer and utterly insightful she always is.
**All photos are copyrighted. Please don't use without permission**
Sunset glows in the misty mountains of Big Sur, seen from the winding coastal route of Highway 1 in Central California
I am currently preparing for a winter roadtrip across Western Canada. While I may sneak a photo or two from the road to Flickr, most of my travel notes and snapshots will be shared over in my IG stories - give me a follow at the link below if you'd like to see the journey as it unfolds.
It has been a joy these past few months to rediscover the creative, kind and insightful community here on Flickr, and I look forward to sharing more soon!
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Leica m9
It's been a while.
i finally took the time to shoot.
back from a small three day trip to San Juan Island. i only took one camera, my Leica m9. just to see what it meant to only go around with one photographic eye you can count on. it's actually insightful.
Ripe Barley being harvested in the village of Wanlah 3695 mtrs in Ladakh, India.
Ladakh enjoys a short halcyon summer and a growing season limited to 4 months of the year. But for thousands of years Ladakhi's have been able to sustain themselves by cleverly harvesting the limited resources of water and soil
Remarkably, it has been accomplished with technology no more complex than the water wheel for grinding grain.
We all love autumn.
The colorful season and touching moment captured by your insightful eyes.
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It’s VERY frustrating that some locations and representations of them, have become so fundamentally iconic to landscape photography, that even visiting them gives you a feeling of déjà vu. Now this over familiarity with certain locations, (even before one has even visited them) not only dampens the spirit of adventurous discovery, but poses even greater problems to the landscape photographer who is trying to develop and present new fresh approaches, especially when many of the dramatic places already have their own representations cemented in the popular consciousness.
On one level, even attempting to working in ‘these’ locations can feel akin to plagiarism, especially when a particular image has become so iconically tied to a location and photographer, it can feel futile to even point the camera in the same direction, in fear of diminishing one’s own creative integrity. Yes, yes, I’m aware of the popular urban myth perpetuated by photographic journalists, that encourages attempting new insights on the familiar, but frustratingly the room for creative manoeuvre is already pissing in the wind. Even then, assuming you have managed to find some creative shelter from the prevailing westerly’s, you then have to contend with flushing the said ‘icon’ out of your head, in order to explore fresh inspiration in the hope of unearthing something creatively unique. Ironically this approach can force the congruent photographer to ignore the obvious photogenic elements, leaving them to contend with lesser vaguer aesthetics.
Then, in an act of lasting degradation, when the photographer has dealt with the self induced shame, and struggled with the creative exploration and finally come up with something personally insightful, (however slight the movement forward is), they then have the final indignity of ‘comparison’ to deal with. How can something that is so loved, so widely published in the psyche of millions be distorted by new representations? How can David even contemplate approaching Goliath? Is there really any point?
Go on, I’ve asked for it... I ask for no mercy... I have no defence...Bring on the torrent... Open the flood gates...I deserve it........................
It's my birthday today...I don't know how I'm feeling about it yet...so many things I want to accomplish...so many things still left undone, yet I'm always feeling as if there's never enough time...who would've thought that this is where I would be 10 years ago? I took some surprising detours and experience many feelings...loss, sorrow (cried many tears), suffered many broken hearts, wonderment, elation, gained many insightful experiences...now the path has led me here...
one of my favorite quotes of all time said, "on our way to finding our dreams we get lost and find new ones..."
Who knows what plan God has for me...but I'm ready to take the plunge into the next phase of my life....don't know if I want to travel for pleasure, or continue to find more places and volunteer to teach digital photography to non profits like I did last summer...
I built this for EmpireLUG's "Tales of the Bad Batch" collaboration. It's based on the scene in episode 8 of the first season where the Bad Batch must escape out of the ion engine of an abandoned cruiser in order to escape from Crosshair. It's a bit different from my usual style, but it was an interesting and insightful experience. If there's one thing I learned from this process, it's that building big, thin, hollow circles out of LEGO bricks is really really hard.
A reverse goldentail moray (Gymnothorax miliaris) poking out of some blade fire coral (Millepora complanata). Most goldentails are brown with yellow spots, but the uncommon reverse morph is yelllow with brown spots/streaks. But that isn't what is really rare in this image. The fire coral is.
Last year the bleaching event decimated blade fire corals. They went from relatively common in the shallows of Bonaire to almost all gone. This is all the more tragic because blade fire corals are currently critically endangered according to the IUCN red list.
In fact, it was the living blade coral that attracted my attention. I was surprised when the moray appeared. Apologies for the less than positive commentary. Watching the demise of corals that I once took for granted has been heartbreaking.
Byron Conroy, an incredible underwater photographer, recently wrote an article about how the changes in our oceans are calling for change in underwater photography. A sobering and insightful read: insidescuba.online/p/coral-reef-crisis-diving-photography...
Happy Friday to you all today
I am not sitting on a fence today
Closing arguments in the OP trial.
Time it finished.
Thank you for the meaningful and insightful comments you are leaving. I am most grateful for your time and energy
For my good friend Margie who inspires me with her brilliant glass work EVERY day! I am never patient or as insightful with glass as she is!
And no, this is not manipulated- it is just shot through glass! :)
I would like to thank Rudy Heymen, for his insightful suggestions and tweaking on this particular shot
Yeah. Work, friends, and the road - that’s all I have, and they make me really happy. It took a while to understand Watts’ ‘now’ and ‘beauty of nothingness,’ but here I am, his joyful pupil.
And so, I didn’t even have any expectations, thoughts, or plans for this summer, but something insightful that my friend, Tom, had told me in August 2018 kept bugging me. Subconsciously really, because I couldn’t point the finger. Agnostics like me don’t believe in karma. Science and poetry do it for us. However, we accept the statistical randomness in the Kingdom of Peace, where we belong.
Well, about that statistical randomness that favors goodness. It started in mid-June for me.
A brilliant friend who lives in Cali needed comfort. Unfortunate events pained her unexpectedly, and I had to do something about it. Right when I was about to take a week off to be near my friend, a work project took me to Cali. What joy to do work you love and to be near those you love at the same time. Yes, the sweetness of the statistical randomness on my side. It worked out really well.
I had scheduled a lazy vacation in a Clearwater beach resort during the first week of July and was considering canceling it so that I could be near my friend, but Good C insisted that I shouldn’t. “Don’t cancel it, Steinbeck (that’s what she calls me).” and I didn’t even question her thinking.
So I went to Clearwater, except that the lazy vacation turned into a crazy one thanks to a new friend I made there. From jet skiing and parasailing with Ludí to hunting for good food and befriending strangers in Sanibel Island, that vacation tired us with joy.
Then back to work for two more weeks, and a challenging project took me back to Cali. Fun and tough at the same time, to the point that I couldn’t find time for my friend. That was bothering me, but luck again worked on my side. My friend showed how healed, and healthy her heart had become the day that I left Cali.
Back to another tough project in Colorado, I really want to get done well because it might burden Greg if I don’t complete it. Next week I’m heading to Europe. That might be the most joyful project with my current employer for reasons that need more than just a Flickr photo journal entry.
As a side note, I’ve had a chance to get acquainted with the British psychologist Adam Phillips's work recently. Quite enjoying it. I agree with him to neither apologize nor forgive. He won’t elaborate, but this is what I think: Apology is rarely rooted in integrity. It almost always is self-serving and adds intent to the original insult. Not so easy to accept or comprehend, but I’ve fully subscribed to it for now.
Anyway, the beauty of nothingness matters now.
remix.
Point Pelee National Park | Ontario, Canada
My man Travis North is always good for an insightful article, and his most recent one on flattery and self evolution is definitely a great read. Check it out over at Shutter Photo... Also, a recent conversation about gear in one of my posts reminded me of another article, written by Eric Kim over at his blog. Want to know what's the BEST camera for street photography? :)
Sean Tucker demonstrates a knife-edge pass in his
Pitts S-1S N260HP at the 2017 NAS Jacksonville 'Air Show'
IMG_7797
...formerly titled: "Hommage à l’anti-Saint-Valentin"
I have so many hearts in my Flickr photostream. (In fact, the Big Heart of Art just hit 100,000 views yesterday!)
Matters of the heart are not always clean and pure and simple. Some are not covered by any Valentine's day card. With this in mind, I created a few images representing less desirable states of the heart that we all get caught up in from time to time.
Need for a New Title
After some insightful comments from you, my flickr friends, I wanted to change the title of this piece to help distinguish:
• the feelings (states of the heart) symbolized here (excluded, isolated, alone)
• the feelings symbolized in the subsequent heart image (trapped, imprisoned, helpless)
I had already decided to name the other piece Prisoner of the Heart, which I thought captured it well. Trying to decide on the right title for this piece, I wanted it to clearly describe and distinguish this piece from the other, while still have a parallel phrasing (since the two images do form a group...)
How I Chose The New Title
I remembered of a Valentine's Day poem I wrote many years ago for my (now late) spouse. Particularly this excerpt:
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being apart
that's a splash of cold reality
it's estrangement of the heart
it's the burning of great art!
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and Estrangement of the Heart became the obvious title.
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We live and die in the midst of brokenness and beauty.
They both engage us deeply with an insightful truth: life is like this.
Our world and our lives, as it were, are cut in two.
This tension permeates creation and us.
Looking outside and then inside reminds us that this is the way it is.
Sometimes there’s lament and sometimes there’s praise, yet both are woven together.
One never effaces the other.
Faced with this reality, we long for redemption and the gift of resolution, where brokenness is absolved and beauty alone remains.
Greg Laughery
The animals of the forest have their shy way, yet this stag stands majestically on top of the mountain peak. There is still a wisp of youth to his elegant body, as he observes the forest with nonchalant ease. His poetic antlers, which blossom with autumnal flowers, echo with the twists of the forest branches.
This is my entry for LEGO Ideas, where you have the chance to get one of your very own models featured in the world-famous Lego House. There are 3 different categories: Minifigure, Architecture and, this one, alternative nature. This contest is one of my favourites, and always look forward to competing in it. I wanted to excite the aesthetics of the model with an unusual colour scheme, comprising various shades of green. The result contrasts nicely with the autumnal colours on the stag's antlers. The undergrowth was created using teeth, gears and wands. And there is a border surrounding the stag is made from black slopes.
And I would just like to thank everyone at BII for they're insightful input as usual. And credit to Marcel V for his beautiful border technique.
- Jean Paul.
Birds in flight is an exhilarating and equally frustrating genre of wildlife photography. No other form of photography has relied so much on my intimate knowledge of the capabilities of my camera to generate good results. Unfortunately, even after watching many YouTube videos and owning one of the most capable camera bodies, the results were often sub-par for a long time. So if anyone is starting, my one advice would be to stick with it, this is not an easy to master branch of photography, but as you practice, it does get better.
As a landscape photographer, I rarely ventured out of the single point af setting on my camera, and when I started bird photography, I broadened it to D9 and D25 af grouping. I often thought the other af settings were unnecessary. While these settings worked great on resting birds, I struggled with songbirds and their quick movements while in flight. Then, I learned about the difference between Dynamic and Group AF settings. Once I started to use group settings and fine-tune focus settings based on bird type, the success rate increased dramatically. Steve Perry’s pdf on Nikon AF settings is an excellent read on the matter and is very insightful.
A few of my highly esteemed contacts have recently taken to publicly shaming and embarrassing me in front of God and everyone in the Flickr universe by suggesting that my photos had consistently become too dark. (You know who you are!)
Looking back, they are probably correct, my justification twofold:
1) I am a huge fan of the Hudson River artists and they tend to be "darkish" resulting in a conscious (or subconscious) effort to mimic them, however ineffectively; 2) More likely and with far less pretentiousness, I found a new processing thing which has obviously taken over my initial click.
For those of you who have endured this period of dreary output, I appreciate both your forebearance and your loyalty. I understand that the world today needs some brightening for cripes sake, so here is an attempt to lighten things up a bit, along with a promise that I'll make every attempt to avoid such ruts in the future. As always, public humiliation and brutal criticism is something I eagerly anticipate as insightful in my continuing efforts to try to please, and I encourage continued exposure of my shortcomings.
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[Ed.Note: As I have occasionally had some "misunderstandings" with my sense of humor, I reckon I should add that this entry is totally "tongue-in-cheek"...or for those that don't understand that, sarcastic. In other words, not to be taken seriously.]
Many scholars have noted that O’Connor lived a life of religious practices akin to a monk or a Dominican sister, keeping a strict horarium that included daily Mass, prayer, work (three hours of writing every morning), and spiritual reading. Gooch’s description of her evening ritual is most insightful: Sundown and bedtime were nearly synonymous for Flannery. “I go to bed at nine and am always glad to get there,” she told a friend. Occasionally she recited Compline, the last office of the day, from her Breviary, set between a Sunday missal and her Bible on a low bedside table. More reliably, her habitual nighttime reading was the lofty, lucent prose of Thomas Aquinas. For just as significant as ordering peacocks as a signal of her intention to settle, was her obtaining her own copy of the seven-hundred-page Modern Library selection Introduction to Saint Thomas Aquinas, which she signed and dated “1953.” . . . Even resting in bed, Flannery was replenishing her writing. “I read a lot of theology because it makes my writing bolder,” she once explained to a friend.
-Understanding the Hillbilly Thomist: The Philosophical Foundations of Flannery O’Connor’s Narrative Art Paperback – August 3, 2023
by Damian Ference (Author), Thomas Joseph White (Author)
INTERNATIONAL WOMAN'S DAY: To mark International Woman's Day, I am stopping for a while to reflect on all the extraordinary women who have shaped the course of my life, not only with their love, encouragement, and intellectual companionship, and difference of perspective, but particularly those unique women who believed in me enough to push me to attempt endeavors I would otherwise have passed up, most notably my wife Maria Walford-Dellu', who has born with me so steadily and faithfully, through forty years of diverse challenges; my mother, Diana Walford, the bravest of role models for all of life's unexpected demands; my Scottish nanny, Bella Boyd, who cared for me, and prayed for me, daily, when I was a child; my sister, Belinda McCorquodale, who helped me in every way, when I first came to live in London, and gave me courage when I had lost the last drop, in Amsterdam; Lilian Aubert, who patiently taught me sufficient French to pass my University language competency exams, with which I had been struggling; Anne Roberts, whose belief in me, and resultant persistent insistence resulted in my holding the Speelman Fellowship, at Wolfson College Cambridge; Mary Kalsheur, who pushed me for almost eight years to write for Prentice-Hall, and then obtained my contract with them; Roberta Meyer, who worked with me daily over the course of an entire year, in such a feisty and savvy manner, in editing my book, Great Themes in Art; Cherith Lidfors Lundin, for writing the glossary of the same book with great skill and economy of language; Heather Kaiser (a warm, generous spirit, at the time Heather Fong) - for managing all the copyright correspondence on my earlier book on Jacob van Ruisdael; my daughter, Deborah Danbom, for her steady love for me, and for planning and so enthusiastically participating in so many wonderful family vacations; for Elria Kwant in proposing and producing my book, An Art Historian's Sideways Glance, for which Anne Roberts again came into play, in writing the long, Introductory essay; For Ruthie Howard, and her mother Betty Knoedler, whose intercessions on my behalf, I am sure, carried me through one of the hardest trials of my life; and many, many more fine women, who showed me in diverse ways what a woman can be, and how much they have contributed to my personal flourishing, as well as all they accomplish in their own right, in their own endeavors, most of all those of my wife, Maria Walford-Dellu', in her linguistic gifts, insightful literary criticism, loving nurture - both intellectual and spiritual - of her students, and introduction into our family of all the best of Italian life and culture! I am fully aware of so many other wonderful women that are here unacknowledged, but these will have to stand as representatives for so many women, and female colleagues at Wheaton College, whom I have so much admired, one of whom I cannot resit but to name, Jill Baumgaertner, whose poetry speaks to my heart, whose humanity is self-evident to all, and whose husband Martin, has made me laugh over and over again, in contexts that could otherwise have been at times far too staid, without the zest for life that this fine couple bring with them.
In short, even if I often sing that silly line from a sentimental movie, "How do you solve the problem of Maria,..." I far more often greet my bride at dawn with the words from the movie 'Life is Beautiful', "Ciao, Principessa!!!
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”
― Anne Frank
This young woman had a insightful grasp on life and herself at age 14 than many do three times her age.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I'm thankful for family and friends, including all the wonderful, insightful, humorous friends I've met through flickr!
You know who you are. :)
It's been a very sad day on flickr. I'm not sure if I want to keep posting photos here, or if I should just cancel my account. It seems that ROBERTO has blocked me, and dropped me as a contact. I don't know if it's really worth the trouble of uploading photos here if I can't look foreward to constructive, insightful, thought provoking comments from ROBERTO the comment king. :-)
For those of you who have not been following this... A month or so ago, this moron, ROBERTO, appeared out of nowhere, and started leaving comments on practically every photo on flickr. I didn't really notice at first, but started to take notice when I saw a few comments that made absolutely no sense whatsoever, so I started paying attention. The first I noticed was on my photo of a gas station sign with funny gas prices, his comment... "Lovely place, congrats"... HUH? It's a SIGN! It became obvious that this idiot had created some kind of a computer program to just leave about twenty seven thousand random comments a day, just to boost his popularity on flickr. Most were generic enough to make sense, but then you'd stumble upon something like, a photo of a pile of dog crap, and his comment would say something like "A lovely scene, you should be proud, congrats." After his comment "Stonking photo, congrats" on my friend Fred's photo, (stonking??? What the hell is stonking?) myself, and friends Jill, and Fred were so intrigued by his words of wisdom, that this week, we decided to create a group, dedicated to his stupidity. (see link below) ...So, anyway, apparently yesterday he discovered our group and blocked every member in it. It's a very sad day... Shunned by ROBERTO, congrats.
Here's a few of my favorite ROBERTO comments...
flickr.com/photos/eagle1effi/2612503927/
flickr.com/photos/89936232@N00/2601315246/
flickr.com/photos/staipale/2608411576/
flickr.com/photos/posh92/2613345708/
www.flickr.com/photos/darkside_1/2620351775/
www.flickr.com/photos/marcfranz/2618114844/
www.flickr.com/photos/wsanusi/2618364474/
flickr.com/photos/barackobamadotcom/2621861280/
He has now deleted it, but this is a screen capture of a classic ROBERTO the ROBOT, insensitive comment...
www.flickr.com/photos/mbradbury/2632802232/
Huh???
Synchronicity of an illuminated weekend, divine alignment, manifested wishes, the festival of light, science and spirituality meet in 24 hours.
And that is just the continuation of the beginning the exploration of the very present moment.
Here is to colors, here is to light, here is to the entrance of a soul in the presence of an insightful child that was hovering around with it's big eyes..
Here is to life!!
Since my photos are no longer graced with Roberto's compelling insightful comments, I figured I'd pay homage to Roberto, 'The Great One' with a very, Robertoesque title.
This is the mittens, in Monument Valley at sunrise, a few days ago. This was also the view right out the window of my motorhome. I had no plans to get up for sunrise that day, as I had been up extremely late the night before working on my computer. I woke up, 'barely' just moments after sunrise, peeked out my window, and saw THIS!!! I thought, "Oh CRAP... I can't go back to sleep with this outside my window." So, I slapped on some pants and a shirt (which I discovered a half hour later, were both inside out) I stepped out the door, slapped up the tripod, and started firing away.
Dave: Bruno, what are you doing?
Bruno: Um, posing for a picture.
Dave: Are you sure? This wasn't what I had in mind.
Bruno: Me either.
Dave: Really?
Bruno: Really. When you have poor impulse control things aren't really in your mind for long before they happen.
Dave: That's remarkably insightful and self aware.
Bruno: Now so much self aware as self care.
Dave: So biting reeds and throwing them around like a thresher is self care.
Bruno: Darn tooting. Living in the moment is what I'm best at.
Dave: True that.
Bruno: And by the way, when you have poor impulse control you're always in the moment.
Dave: Don't ever change.
Bruno: I likely never will.
Here is a the a photo of Bruno simply being Bruno. Zero impulse control. I wanted to get a photo in the snow by the reeds and it went about as well as I expected. Just Bruno living his best lives yanking out reeds and throwing them over his shoulder.
Who needs impulse control when you could have this much fun instead?
New snow was the perfect Christmas gift for the drought stricken west. I'm glad I got the shot before anyone shoveled!
As I critique this shot, I am reminded of an insightful workshop I took with Jay Masiel a couple of years ago. One of the concepts he taught was that of "gesture" in a photograph. Hand gestures I understand but I'm not sure I fully grasp the idea as it applies to photograpy. It seems to have to do with the way a photo communicates to us, what it says and how it motions to the viewer, what is just under the surface or a bit deeper meaning. Just the attempt of expressing something in our photography, something beyond the pretty scene will give our images more interest, substance, and appeal; gesture!
Camera Nikon D800
Exposure 0.033 sec (1/30)
Aperture f/10.0
Focal Length 48 mm
ISO Speed 800
Exposure Bias -2/3 EV
View the Entire - Jay Maisel Workshop Set
View the Entire - Tutorials and Insights Set
View my - Most Interesting according to Flickr
All around me a million memories
tears and laughter
expressions without an answer
invisible yesterdays
foreseeing tomorrow's wheeze
where went the light
only darkened souls ever know
gifed with such an insightful halo
only few can see
and but fewer even recite
a rite of a summer long
fading yet all powerful
bestowing thunderous warmth so frightful
what can we do without?
when all we have is wrong?
by anglia24
10h10: 13/07/2007
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