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Lying on the wet grass again to capture these lovely and tiny wild Daisies in one of the green prairies of El Capricho, in my humble opinion the most beautiful park in Madrid.
Looking carefully this picture, I found a tiny Mosquito posed on the grass. Sometimes, you discover insignificant details that are hidden to the naked eye.
Although I stained my hoodie with mud, I would do it again to enjoy the pleasure of contemplating these small flowers with my telezoom.
I take advantage to wish you a great and peaceful Tuesday.
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Margaritas silvestres besadas por el sol en el Parque del Capricho, Madrid, España
Tumbado de nuevo sobre la hierba mojada para capturar estas preciosas y diminutas Margaritas silvestres en una de las verdes praderas de El Capricho, en mi humilde opinión el parque más bonito de Madrid.
Mirando detenidamente esta foto, me encontré con un diminuto Mosquito posado sobre la hierba. A veces, descubres detalles insignificantes que están ocultos a simple vista.
Aunque me manché la sudadera con barro, volvería a disfrutar del placer de contemplar estas pequeñas flores con mi telezoom.
Aprovecho para desearos un gran y tranquilo martes.
Pulsa "L" para ampliar la imagen.
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Coleus does produce insignificant violet or blue flowers, but they’re nothing compared to the multicolored foliage. With its prized colorfully patterned and velvet-like foliage in hues of green, burgundy, orange, pink, purple, bronze and red, as well as differing leaf shapes, coleus is bound to make a dramatic statement wherever it’s growing in the landscape.
New-Delhi (Inde) - La "momordica charantia », c'est ce légume vert au premier plan de la photo. Une sorte de courge amère. On l'appelle aussi concombre indien.
Ce ne sont pas les légumes qui m'intéressaient pour cette photo. J'ai été attiré Par la pancarte en hindi qui était pour moi une légende à elle seule, localisant la photo.
Mais ce n'était pas suffisant sous peine d'obtenir une photo insignifiante. Il me fallait un second élément d'information pour localiser plus encore cette image. Je me suis posté devant l'inscription. J’ai attendu quelques instants qu'une indienne passe sur la partie gauche. Je n'ai pas attendu plus de 20 secondes et cette femme en sari jaune est apparue.
Comme l'ardoise était l'élément principal, la mise au point a été faire sur elle pour que le reste dans la scène soit légèrement floue. Pas trop quand même ; juste ce qu'il faut pour que l'on comprenne au premier coup d'oeil que nous sommes sur un marché.
Promotion on the "momordica charantia"!
New-Delhi (India) -The "momordica charantia" is this green vegetable in the foreground of the photo. A kind of bitter gourd. It is also called Indian cucumber.
It's not the vegetables that interested me for this photo. I was attracted by the slate in Hindi which was for me a legend in itself, locating the photo.
But it was not enough under penalty of obtaining an insignificant photo. I needed a second piece of information to further locate this image. I stood in front of the registration. I waited a few moments for an Indian to pass on the left side. I didn't wait more than 20 seconds and this woman in a yellow sari appeared.
As the slate was the main element, the focus was made on it so that the rest of the scene is slightly out of focus. Not too much all the same ; just what is needed to understand at first glance that we are on a market.
The huge scale of the Greenland landscape can be overwhelming and make one feel quite insignificant, as this image of a photographer on the NE shore of Milne Land demonstrates. The snowy mountains of Renland are in background and one of the low Bjorne Islands in the middle. Scoresby Sund, East Greenland.
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This region is called Moravia, in the Czech Republic.
Living in it:
Catholics
evangelicals
communists
atheists
Mormons
Jehovah's witnesses
Orthodox
Muslims
Asians, perhaps Buddhists
Some foolish gypsies without religion
Jews (after the 2nd World War, leaving only 6)
Everyone here has a church, or a place for meditation.
It works!
There are not detonate bombs like Paris or Brussels.
We want it to be still! Forever!
We are insignificant country!
"In the face of all the present turmoil and unrest and unhappiness...what can a photographer, a writer, a curator do?...To make people aware of eternal things, to show the relationship of man to nature, to make clear the importance of our heritage, is a task that no one should consider insignificant...These are the days when eloquent statements are needed." - Letter from Beaumont Newhall to Ansel Adams in 1954
It has certainly been a joy to get back to using my Nikon D850 again. The Leica D-Lux 7 is a handy camera to have in the pocket, but it is very limited in scope compared to the full frame DSLR. It is not insignificant that the D850 is referred to as a "baby medium format camera". It gives that performance and the images (235MB in TIFF files) are always best viewed large.
After my visit to Melbourne (which you have been looking at for the past month or more), two things forced a layoff from actually taking photographs: The first is that I felt extremely burnt out by the whole social media rigamarole. Frankly I am sick of trying to produce pictures that will garner more views and faves (I gave up chasing Explores a long time ago as Flickr and I continue our cool relationship, and I can't be bothered faving 1000 photos a day to attract the algorithm's attention).
I needed to get back to taking the sort of photographs that reflect who I am and the artistic influences that I respect. And secondly, a change of employment meant that my time has been limited, but I have come to see this as a blessing. Less really is more. So after a deliberate layoff from using a camera for nearly two months, I ventured out for the first time last Saturday to capture some late afternoon street shots and sunsets. I'll let you be the judge, but I was very pleased with the results.
I've used the last two months to think more deeply about my compositions. I've been reading all the time and of course, looking at photographs. I've always been a person that believes sound theory leads to better practical results - and this seems to be very true in photography.
"Among the Reeds" is a direct homage to one of the pioneers of artistic landscape photography, the East Anglian P.H. Emerson (1856-1936). In the previous posting I have described his work in relation to Nancy Newhall's fine biography. I commend it to you.
“If one keeps loving faithfully what is really worth loving, and does not waste one's love on insignificant and unworthy and meaningless things, one will get more light by and by and grow stronger. Sometimes it is well to go into the world and converse with people, and at times one is obliged to do so, but he who would prefer to be quietly alone with his work, and who wants but very few friends, will go safest through the world and among people. And even in the most refined circles and with the best surroundings and circumstances, one must keep something of the original character of an anchorite, for other wise one has no root in oneself; one must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning. "
-- Vincent van Gogh
Lydd Town Railway Station, situated 7 miles from Appledore, was a principal station on the New Romney Branch Line. The station had two platforms as well as a passing loop and a signal box on the down side.
The station closed on 6th March 1967 in the face of dwindling passenger traffic and insignificant freight returns, yet the line remained open today for freight traffic to serve the nuclear power station at Dungeness.
These photographs, taken in July 2016, showcase the site as it stands today.
Inspiration for the framing of the shots came from the 1975 New Topographics exhibition.
At first, all you see is the jagged peaks. But, after a minute, you notice the two huts and fence at the bottom of the scene. It is then that you comprehend how large the mountains are and the insignificance of the huts. [Western Dolomites in NW Italy.] 20230922DolomitesPanov3
I took this photograph a couple of years ago, mainly out of boredom. I was standing at the exact spot where I took it, waiting for a friend who was late. The image itself was insignificant. Other views that are more representative of Sitges, a seaside town close to Barcelona, are also available. It's well-known for its beauty and lively atmosphere. It's also where I used to spend my summers during my childhood and early youth.
I thought it wasn't worth sharing, so I decided to delete it. Then I had an idea: I'd try to reinvent the old postcards people bought when I was a kid. They were, somehow, similar to this shot: loud, overexposed, and of poor quality.
With the arrival of foreign tourists, greetings from... began to appear. Previously, it would have been "Recuerdos desde...", always in Spanish because Catalan was publicly forbidden and restricted to family settings.
They used to bear a stamp of some kind, such as a flag or a town shield.
Those who know the place will immediately realize it's a modern image. Apart from the way people are dressed, you can see buildings that didn't exist at that time.
I suppose those who have never seen anything like this, or who are not reading this explanation, won't like the photograph. Anyway, I had a great time editing it.
If you're drawn to wide open spaces in an emotional/spiritual sense, then there's nothing quite like bearing witness to a new day in Death Valley. I sometimes seek the quiet aloneness that comes from a stark view in a desolate landscape. It's easy to feel insignificant in the face of it, yet it's also easy to become absorbed into a much larger, infinite state of mind..
Death Valley CA
There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on the point of view.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The light traveled millions of kilometers to find me here, on the insignificant blue rock under all the leaves and trees. What are the odds, really? My photons, all mine! Don't aim your camera into the sun, though...
Photographed at Sierra De Pujálavrez Spain
A tiny roadside wildflower that looks insignificant, but when looking more closely it's a very beautiful little flower.
Ten years ago, I never would have considered myself the type of person to get up early on a Spring Break two days in a row to catch a sunrise (two days in a row of sunsets as well) but now, when I am trying my best to meditate, I think about how with each breath the sun comes up a little more and there is a little more illumination of the canyon each time...millions of years of Earth revealed and suddenly turning all shades of brown and red like a magic trick so that it goes all across the sky and then comes back down again and we slowly prepare to sleep with deep blues and purples soothing us on every exhale.
I wasn't sure I was going to really get too much out of seeing The Grand Canyon in real life but I found myself making so much sense of the present moment as completely insignificant in comparison to the rest of it. Time is expansive and to think how short even a very long lifetime is adds quite a bit of perspective.
But, while we are here, we are each here for a reason and we must complete our soul's purpose . We have to look deep into ourselves and ask what this is and we must try our best to love and learn as much as we can here. Most days, this battered ADHD infected planet doesn't seem like a gift but when we look at a beautiful tree or mushroom or canyon, how can we not see it as the most miraculous present we've ever received?
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Every time I visit this place I get the same feeling of excitement. It's the size or the metallic shine of these titans, the minute-changing weather and everything else about this surrounding that makes you feel so small and insignificant, but also very lucky to be able to experience it's brutal beauty. Very few people actually climb these peaks of Korab mountain. They're not the highest, maybe not the most difficult in the world, but they always make you stop on your way and keep your eyes on this nature's ensemble for as much as you can.
When I first entered The Amphitheatre in 1975, it was with a group of young men and women (seniors high school students). One of them wrote as a result, "One of the greatest moments of my life was when I sat down in The Amphitheatre and looked up and all around me and realized the power, the time lapse and the scale that was being revealed in making this feature. It brought me down to size, making me realize how insignificant we are in comparison to the forces of nature. Then I thought back over the last 9 days that it took us to get here exploring a remarkable world, and I feel fantastic. Without any doubt these days have been the best days of my life!!" Bill G.
It certainly is an awesome location. In here, one is completely surrounded by these towering walls. Entry is via a very narrow defile along one of the major joints.
This precipice sandstone has deep gorges eroded through it, each gorge following the pattern of major joints. Off each gorge, there are many side chasms/defiles/slots, each being along joints that have been eroded by water, and each is unique. The Amphitheatre is one of the most dramatic.
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Polygala vulgaris L. Capture: Llanars, Ripollès, Girona, Catalonia.
FLOR: 4-7 mm.
ENGLISH:
Polygala vulgaris, known as the common milkwort, is a herbaceous perennial plant of the genus Polygala in the family Polygalaceae.
The biological form of Polygala vulgaris is hemicryptophyte scapose, as its overwintering buds are situated just below the soil surface and the floral axis is more or less erect with a few leaves.
Polygala vulgaris reaches on average 7–35 centimetres (2.8–13.8 in) in height. The stems have many branches and are woody at the base. It has alternating pointed leaves, almost glabrous, 2 to 4 mm wide and 10 to 20 mm long. Basal leaves are spatulate, with rounded apex, while the upper leaves are lanceolate.
The flowers are gathered in long terminal inflorescences. The colour of the corolla varies between blue and violet, it can rarely occur in purple forms. The flower's outer three sepals are normally small, green and insignificant, whilst the inner two sepals are bigger. The inner sepals are usually shorter than the petals. The stalks of the eight stamens are joined together to form a tube, and united with this tube, one on either side, are two tiny petals. On the lower side of the flower lies the third petal; it too, is joined to the stamen tube, but it is larger, and fringed. The flowering period extends from May through July.
Common milkwort is quite similar to the heath milkwort (Polygala serpyllifolia), but in this species the inner sepals are usually longer than the petals. The heath milkwort can be all the same colours except for white. These four possible colours account for the milkworts' Irish folk-name of 'four sisters.
Our eyes are still dazzled when we see the colors we saw in Algonquin Park last year: dazzling, intense and brilliant. That now seems like a dream, and we think that right now that landscape will be that beautiful or even more so.
Anywhere you stopped the car and looked at the maples, oaks, conifers, you felt the magic of nature in full splendor, delighting us with its beauty, offering us an unforgettable spectacle, making us feel insignificant in its presence.
We took this photo during one of the several trails we did through the beautiful park, feeling the miracle of nature in full effervescence.
Hoping you enjoy a good day, with great caution, respect and tolerance in these sad times that we live, I send you much encouragement, hope and patience to overcome them.
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Orgía de colores en el Parque Provincial de Algonquin, Ontario, Canada
Nuestros ojos aún se sienten deslumbrados cuando vemos los colores que pudimos contemplar en el Parque de Algonquin, deslumbrantes, intensos y brillantes. Aquello ahora parece un sueño, y pensamos que ahora mismo aquel paisaje estará así de bello o incluso más aún.
En cualquier lugar que parabas el coche y mirabas los arces, los robles, las coníferas, sentías la magia de la naturaleza en pleno esplendor, deleitándonos con su belleza, ofreciéndonos un espectáculo inolvidable, haciendo sentirnos insignificantes ante su presencia.
Esta foto la tomamos durante uno de los varios trails que hicimos por el bello parque, sintiendo el milagro de la naturaleza en plena efervescencia.
Esperando que disfrutes de un buen día, con mucha precaución, respeto y tolerancia en estos momentos tan tristes que vivimos, os envío mucho ánimo, esperanza y paciencia para superarlos.
Mejor visualizar en grande.
A black bear near Merritt B C . He makes the fence look insignificant as a barrier. Anyway he wasn't interested in trying to scare me. He ran the other way.
randoms shot from random walk. Other photo are here tongkm.wordpress.com/2022/04/30/moments-insignificant/
He was pretty insignificant and unassuming till I saw him through the lens...!!.....he guarded this one flower all day....!
Explore.....July 7, 2007. #330
Whilst walking along the banks of Wastwater in the early morning gloom, our eyes were drawn to a wild swimmer being escorted by a support canoe. Conditions looked calm on the water for the cold swimmer and I thought it might make a dramatic picture with the clouds on the steep slopes of the Screes.
It must take some motivation to get out and take on the cold, deep waters of Wastwater on such a morning. The swimmer looks so tiny and insignificant in this vast landscape. I thought the black and white conversion looked more dramatic than the colour version.
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#9 in Explore, 31/10/2020
"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea."
- Douglas Adams
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but then i remember, that i am the only me ever made, and THAT is a special thing.
May your days be filled with remembering you are the only you there is. Smile....that is a special thing too. ((HUG))
It often seems that everything revolves around us. Nothing could be further from the crude reality of our insignificant and ephemeral passage over the surface of "a speck of dust suspended in a beam of light".
Lavender and Milky Way workshop by Nigthcolours. Lighting by @paco_farero and @fuskynocturno.
Lauterbrunnental, Berner Oberland/ Switzerland
Im Angesicht der mächtigen Berge in den Zentralalpen wirkt alles Menschengemachte sehr klein und unbedeutend.
In the face of the mighty mountains in the Central Alps, everything man-made seems very small and insignificant.
This photo from the ruins of a temple in Ayutthaya, whose name I unfortunately can't recall, perfectly captures the feeling one has in such a place all day long.
You are surrounded by the history and stories of an entire nation.
You encounter great kings, mentally participate in epic battles, and thus experience the transformation of a nation over several hundred years.
From rather small and insignificant principalities (even though they didn't call themselves princes, of course) arose the mighty Kingdom of Ayutthaya, from which the even more powerful Kingdom of Siam emerged, which later became Thailand.
I believe there aren't many historical sites in the world where you are so immersed in history.
Dieses Foto aus den Ruinen eines Tempels in Ayutthaya, an dessen Namen ich mich leider nicht erinnern kann, steht symbolhaft für das Gefühl, welches man an einem solchen Ort den ganzen Tag lang hat.
Man ist umringt von der Geschichte und von Geschichten einer ganzen Nation.
Man begegnet großen Königen, nimmt gedanklich an epischen Schlachten teil und erlebt somit den Wandel einer Nation über den Zeitraum von mehreren hundert Jahren.
Aus eher kleinen und unbedeutenden Fürstentümern (auch wenn die sich natürlich nicht Fürsten genannt haben) entstand das mächtige Königreich Ayutthaya aus dem das noch mächtigere Königreich Siam hervor ging welches später dann zu Thailand wurde.
Es glaube es gibt auf der Welt nicht so viele historische Stätten, bei denen man so mitten drin ist, in der Geschichte.
So you may be thinking what the heck is this? Apart from being a photo of birds, obvs, and someone who has just got home from their first offical Xmas party (bit early I know, I refuse to put up the decorations before 1st Dec) let me tell you a little story. It was one of the most memorable moments of my life.
You get woken by a gentle knocking on your door in the middle of the night in your African hut. Or 5am’sh. In the middle of a South African safari park. Doesn’t help when you have been sharing the one that got away photo stories with fellow travellers at the bar the night before. You drag your sorry b%#^^ out of bed and put on layers of clothing. You get all your camera kit prepped. Sit in the back of an open jeep shivering in the pre-dawn darkness and cold in your beanie and gloves and scarf , knowing in a couple of hours you will be stripping off layers because of the stifling heat. You have seen Leopards, Lions, Buffalo, Hippos and all the magnificent wildlife of Africa. The tantalising anticipation, what lies ahead today? You sit in the back of your open jeep, smelling the stench of wildlife , their excrement, the kills , life and death. Life at it’s rawest. Will this drive bring any sighting? Will you see a predator drag it’s prey up a tree only to be surrounded by a pack of Hyenas. Will any stupid tourist get eaten because of their actions , they don’t understand these animals are wild, not there for instagram or TikTok. They are trying to survive. To live. As you drive along freezing in the dark and being jolted left right and centre, the astute tracker points his torch at something in the pre-dawn light. No, it isn’t a lion or leopard or a hippo or any of the big 5. It’s a family of bee eaters snuggled together. Be it for warmth or safety. It was amazing! Small and seemingly insignificant. But everything has its place in the circle of life. I particularly love the guy on the end keeping watch the other direction. I can relate, always looking the other direction. As the tracker said “no creature dies of old age here” . Was so poignant to me. Annnyyyway, thanks for reading my merry Christmas party ramblings if you bothered to. Hope you had an awesome day 👋😀
PS - I promise I will edit this text when I am un-merry tomorrow 😂
outside of St. Paul's on Newfoundland's Northern Peninsula. I liked the contrast and that beautiful mountain. Those hills tend to make me feel pretty insignificant . (best seen large I think)
Do love getting the opportunity to take size comparison shots! Taken yesterday.
Upton Magna - Shropshire
Sometimes it's good to slow down and get back to what make us love photography. To me it is observing nature, matter, light, insignificant details... And you?
“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic
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