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This was my first experience on a ship out to sea and I was struck with amazement at the vastness of the water, the sky, the enormity of everything and how small and insignificant I was in it all.
Photography on the water, for me became a different and interesting sensation as well, being rocked from side to side, trying to keep the horizon and focus, composition, while moving forward or in this case backward. I have a short attention span anyway :) and saw so many things at once through the lens.
"The presence of curved blades / on the gates withheld / climbers from reducing it / to insignificant metal."
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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.
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!
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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Telling a story in three simple images let's start with 1) The Good
The Maine Central Railroad was a proud, frugal but also modern, and profitable affair. The small Northern New England Class 1 was beloved by its family of employees and loyal fans both. The 'Pine Tree Route' made its money serving Maine's once dominant paper industry but seemed willing serve every customer siding no matter how seemingly small or insignificant. This logo began to fade from the scene not long after Gullford Transportation Industries purchased the venerable road in 1981 and history has not been kind to the old MEC.
This rusted and faded reminder of better days is found on the flank of an ancient Russell snowplow seemingly long forgotten about in the yard at Northern Maine Junction.
Hermon, Maine
Friday May 13, 2022
the pavement is a grid. a map of light and stone. shadows cut across it, long and sharp. geometry of absence. a figure walks in the upper left corner. small, almost insignificant. her shadow stretches before her, a dark arrow pointing the way. she follows it, across the illuminated squares.
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
One of those chance arrangements of completely unrelated and insignificant items that from a particular point of view and framed by the camera take on a mysteriously appealing visual order and something like beauty. I don't think I could or would make this kind of arrangement myself, for the sake of art, yet when approached by chance, it seems as if the arrangement has been preconceived.
“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
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
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.
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...
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.
"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
“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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❤️ I’m off in a few days, on holiday to Yorkshire, Leeds. My first visit there, so I’m excited. Not sure I will witness anything like this view taken in Manhattan, NYC, but the difference will be no doubt embraced:-)
Dear friends I thank you, from deep in my heart.. for your presence here. It means so much to me, i promise you.
If there are more streams to visit and more commenting to do, I’ll be on to it, on my return.❤️
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.
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.
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.
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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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.
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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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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.
Best viewed large.
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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.
randoms shot from random walk. Other photo are here tongkm.wordpress.com/2022/04/30/moments-insignificant/
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
We explored the "Three Sisters" in the Goblin Valley State Park and I found that they must have been taller in the past. You can see their previous heads on the ground, chopped off by the merciless forces of erosion.
More heads are still up there and wind, rain, freeze cycles and earth's rumbles will continue their work until only an insignificant clump is left.
You can see melted humps of earth all around and wonder what fantastical forms they once had.
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 😂
“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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