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“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
Sometimes one feels as if whatever they say or do is not listened. Its as if one is a speck on a sandy beach. Its as if one is alone but is not really alone. Really, all that is significant to them are their thoughts and memories. So maybe one is not really alone, just a social outcast.
Very small, about 3-4mm in diameter.
SMALL BUT NOT INSIGNIFICANT
I am small — a quiet pulse in a roaring world,
A tiny budding bud on a rosemary shrub
Like a single green shoot pushing through cracked concrete.
Not vast enough to cast a shadow over mountains,
yet stubborn enough to split stone given time.
Small hands can still hold someone together when they’re falling apart.
Small voices, when they finally speak truth,
Can echo louder than any shouted lie.
I may be easy to overlook, but I am not nothing.
And nothing has never changed the world.
But is that true? Do we have to have a big life, do big things, to earn the right to speak?
Our culture tends to tell us yes.
We need a big online following. Or big book sales numbers. Or hundreds who show up to hear us speak.
As if the number of those who hear validates what we say.
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The phrase, Bees Knees, was first recorded in the late 18th century, when it was used to mean 'something very small and insignificant'.
Its current meaning dates from the 1920s, at which time a whole collection of American slang expressions were coined with the meaning 'an outstanding person or thing'.
Examples included the flea's eyebrows, the canary's tusks, and one that still survives – the cat's whiskers.
The switch in meaning for the bee's knees probably emerged because it was so similar in structure and pattern to these other phrases.
Am I...
Testing out macro function of the S3 IS my dad bought from tharilight ( www.flickr.com/photos/tharilight/ ). I'm really liking this camera. So much power in such a small box. Light was from the LED torch of my W810i phone.
In other news, Ula's coming back tomorrow :D WOOOOO :D
It's a crazy, endlessly-changing world we live in currently, but the seeming permanence of two simple things on the railroad continue to amaze me: Bensenville's Tower B-17 is still standing and staffed, and Canadian Pacific still rosters a dwindling but not insignificant number of SD40-2s. Here they meet on a flat overcast afternoon, moving together into an uncertain future.
Mountains, mid winter, mid day, during the snowstorm. Can there be more perfect conditions for a winter landscape photo? Maybe there can, but for me it is almost as good as it can get. What I noticed while hiking in winter conditions is that the same view with clear skies gives an impression of space and visible landscape seems distant, sometimes even insignificant. But it all changes when the snowstorm sets in. Then the view becomes grandiose and very close to the observer. Small scenes like this one that are isolated by the barrier of clouds and fog shape into strong visual stimuli. Experiencing such conditions brings interesting emotional and visual sensation. I highly recommend getting out to exploit it.
► █░▓ NO BIKES NEITHER BOATS HERE (so far). Very few people. Just ducks and coots. Trying to get to the harbour over bike and pedestrian paths as much as possible in order to evade the already insignificant village traffic, I ran across this serene park I did not know existed. An elderly lady walking two small dogs around explained to me that the whole aria was taken down two years ago in order to build a park on it. I was taken aback. So. There are still decision-making people not on power trip or profit lust.
This pond is young and probably 'virgin', i.e. there are still no discarded bikes on the bottom of it.
But remember: behind the every successful Dutchman there is a discarded bike. Or two. Or many more.
The village in itself is quite serene. This park is artificial "nature" but a persuasive one. It takes an educated architect to create it like this to just add up to the all-round quiet. I am impressed. Some large cities can't (or woudn't) afford this much.
Up until July 18th I had the longest break in publishing images and following the fellow uploads on Flickr since years. Hope that this less enthusiastic, rather sedentary period in my life is now over. I used it partly to study new software and made my first use of it. Not much, but something I had been postponing for years. A small gain but not a negligible one. My photography was not completely put aside, but I never got it to the editing stage. What I took, has yet to be selected and edited. Many boats taken just before sunset still wait to be denoised! Plus some interesting people, those few that grant me their trust and permission to publish.
THE BACKGROUND - In the morning of July 14th I drove to Sleeuwijk, the village across the river, after a long time. Had a good hour available to walk around. Started my hike from the neighbourhood edge next to A27, a few kilometres away and searched for the pathways through the village in order to avoid the local traffic. Without internet, I still made it! But when I reached the river shore at the Yacht and ferry harbour, the first hour had expired. I decided to press on and found a pathway among the blackberries shrubbery along the shore line. It was a gift from above. Beautiful small beaches, lots of ripe, perfectly clean blackberries, mighty ships sailing by, clean water, lazy peaceful cattle enjoying the shade of large trees at noon, perfect weather with some nice water and background lighting... For the first time in more than three decades that I live here have I hiked along the patch of shoreline and have almost reached the big Merwede bridge. Found the way back through the woods and reached the village starting point just short of 2,5 hours of hiking, berry picking and photographing. What a day! And a good night's sleep after it.
Lumix G90 / 12-35mm f2.8. —At 25mm (50mm in FF) and f5.0 this zoom lens is still very sharp. Unfortunately go wider than that and it loses its fantastic resolution power. This is a sooc jpeg edited in Photos 10.0, exported as 16-bit tiff so that you can enjoy the original Panasonic's jpeg quality ;) Well, I could have exported it to *.heic format, it would have taken 25 times less space on my precious SSD. And I don't see any difference between them, but my screen is just a non-calibrated 16" and my eyes much smaller and aging...
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Just a little wave on a Oklahoma lake..Keystone...this was a small wave from a boat, not really significant but 10 million of these small waves can change the face of a shoreline.....think about it...no matter how small nothing should be counted insignificant.
Nunca me había sentido tan insignificante pero a la vez tan conectado a la Naturaleza.
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I have never felt so insignificant but at the same time so connected to Nature.
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Hello friends,
I hope you are all well during these times. I have been finding solace as always in the comforting solitude of nature. For whatever reason this particular place has remained near empty and me and my family have enjoyed many walks through this spectacular place. In case you are wondering - this is Roxborough State Park and not to be confused with Garden of the gods which some might be. Unless of course you are familiar with both places and then the only resemblance they have to each other is the color of the rocks (in my opinion). The rocks are very different in formation and shape...
There are deer galore here and they graze very near the pathways. They must be used to the days of crowds however because when they see you they don't run or even appear skittish. They do appear curious however and will continue chewing but watching you with gentle eyes. My 2 year old loves to run towards them which does cause them to casually move on. I have been lucky enough to witness several sunsets as pictured above and they never fail to leave me speechless. Which is a good thing these days. Most days that I find myself needing to be here, I don't want to speak. I don't want to listen. I don't want to think. I just want silence. I need it and crave it. But it's a difference silence than one might find sitting in your room alone. Silence in the great outdoors is the best kind. This is a type of silence you can feel against your skin, brush against your hair, and soothe your tired mind all at the same time. There is a beautiful wandering path that leads through these majestic rocks and down towards a grand valley. Layers of soft mountains line the horizon and the jagged outcrop of Denver sky scrapers in the far distance seem delightfully small and insignificant here. Enough of my rambling... would you believe it is 2:45 am MT? Seems like my most motivated frame of mind comes in the very late (or early) hours when I need sleep most ha!
Thank you for listening to my ramblings.
Take care dear friends.
xx
Love always,
Rachel
This tourist from Germany and I stood in wonderment. I loved his Canadian toque and asked this young man if he could pose for my shot, he was a bit reluctant and shy not speaking much English but somehow I made him understand he didn't need to give up his identity. I kept things as natural as possible.
A man who keeps company with glaciers comes to feel tolerably insignificant by and by.
Mark Twain
Having lost my father suddenly and unexpectedly two weeks ago, have just returned from India and seen first hand the chaotic devastation. Am turning to nature to heal me and to silence when words no longer can offer consolation.There is some solace in realizing how tiny a part I am of this grand disapora and how insignificant my problems.
My sincere hopes and prayers to all who are trying to survive through this. I hope you can find your moments of healing. I stared at the light in this image for a long time. Felt there was a connection with the immortal spirit of my father that will always be with me.
To convey the impossibility that is Yosemite is a difficult task and words forever inadequate to accomplish the task. This place is stark with edges that cut like a razor into the sky and yet a place so sublime and serene that it moves a soul in a way few places can. The trees of the Sierra Nevada, taller than most, tower above the green meadows of the valley floor and yet seem almost insignificant when viewed against the staggering eruption of vertical granite that shoots skyward to impossible heights. Surely even solid granite must give way to gravity and crumble under its own weight. And yet, there it is. It doesn’t seem possible.
© Darvin Atkeson
The Sun's spectrum contains lines of ionized and neutral metals as well as very weak hydrogen lines. The V (Roman five) in the spectral class indicates that the Sun, like most stars, is a main sequence star. This means that it generates its energy by nuclear fusion of hydrogen nuclei into helium. There are more than 100 million G2 class stars in our galaxy. Once regarded as a small and relatively insignificant star, the Sun is now known to be brighter than 85% of the stars in the galaxy, most of which are red dwarfs
Camera: Canon EOS 50D
Exposure: 0.002 sec (1/640)
Aperture: f/10
Focal Length: 173 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Exposure Bias: -5/3 EV
Flash: Flash did not fire
P.S not edited ^^
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For an eminence scoffed at by so many sniffy hill-snobs, Meall nan Eun has been a consistent presence in my offerings over the years. Sure, its outline hardly carves the sky up, but it does possess a stark character nonetheless that always draws the eye; a kind of non-maritime Ailsa Craig!
Taken yesterday: a twenty-mile, twelve-hour mega-wander through some heart-warmingly wild quarters.
The day featured a long, moonlit walk in to Loch Dochard; a brief glimpse of a pair of Golden Eagles lovingly lit by morning sunlight; a loud rockfall/landslide on Stob Ghabhar's flanks; & a truly tremendous emergence onto high ground above another humbling cloud/temperature inversion.
The weariness felt on the tramp back to Victoria Bridge seemed the most insignificant of hardships given the rewards collected on such an exceptional day.
“Trees are silent friends that we spontaneously tend to get closer to. They exert a natural attraction on the human being. They are living beings and wherever they are they generate a feeling of being accompanied. Wherever there is a tree, there is also oxygen and, therefore, life.”
I took this image one afternoon last December, that afternoon there was a beautiful sun coming through my window and since I didn't have much to do at that time, I decided to go enjoy it with my camera in hand, I walked out of my house and went directly to walk through this place that I have close, I knew that such wonderful lateral light could create a beautiful scene among the tree plantations that we have... I was not wrong, I was able to enjoy the moment and photograph for a while in the area. I have rarely published this without the typical fog that we have around here, I have always thought that the fog gives a lot of strength to the image, but that day it was so nice to see all those trees so clearly and aligned … it is for this reason that I publish this ... I also do it for those very difficult and dark times that humanity is experiencing ... I want to illuminate, even for a moment and symbolically with this photo, all those minds that are worried about this damn war in Ukraine, I hope that This simple light, no matter how tiny and insignificant it may be, can also help and illuminate in some way all those people who are having such a bad time, in these sad days...
Believe me, I'm not crazy... it's just a desire to tell what I think... I thank Flickr for allowing me to express myself in this way, I also want to thank all of you who read this, all this goes a little further than this simple photograph ... and I deeply believe that it is good that it is so!
War will never be the solution! Never!
Stop the war now! Peace!
Everyday routine. Job. Studies. Stress. Insecurity about the future. Everything that tears us apart. And then there are moments like this, when you understand how little we are, how insignificant our worries may seem compared to the nature’s masterpieces and the calmness they evoke. Feeling calm, after the storm…
“Almost everything you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it”
~Mahatma Gandhi
Thank you all so much for the overwhelming views, likes and comments on my images from the Ice Caves! I so appreciate it!
Here is another image of the amazing Ice Caves at the Apostle Islands of Lake Superior.
I had the opportunity to visit them 3 times this winter. A 5 hour drive from my home, meant getting up at Midnight to make the drive. The Ice caves have not been accessible for 5 years, but thanks to Mother Nature and the brutal winter over 120,000 people made the journey out on Lake Superior to see these spectacular scenes. You could expect about a 6-8 miles roundtrip hike in temperatures -20 to -40 degrees, but worth every step!
I have included people in some of my images, just to show the magnitude of these ice formations.
If you would like to see more of the Ice Caves and what I call "2014 The Winter That Was" Here is a slide show if images from this winter in Minnesota where we saw more than 100 days below zero. www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEJ27tGd_tc&feature=share&...
“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
Own image 3717 and textures
These insignificant yellow wild flowers covered the shores of the Navacerrada Reservoir.
I took this photo after the sun had set behind the Golondrina hill, with the light of sunset, lying on a towel at ground level.
It was an intimate moment with the little wild flowers that would go unnoticed by anyone, but with my macro lens they turned out very pretty.
I hope you like the photo and have a happy day!
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Florecillas silvestres amarillas, Navacerrada, Madrid, España
Estas insignificantes florecillas silvestres amarillas tapizaban las orillas del Embalse de Navacerrada.
Esta foto la tomé después de que el sol se hubiese puesto tras el cerro de la Golondrina, con la luz del atardecer, tumbado sobre una toalla a ras de suelo.
Fue un momento íntimo con las flores silvestres que para cualquiera pasarían desapercibidas, pero que con mi objetivo macro resultaron bien bonitas.
Espero que te guste la foto y que pases un feliz día!
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The Kelpies are 30-metre-high (98 ft) horse-head sculptures depicting kelpies (shape-shifting water spirits), located between Falkirk and Grangemouth, standing next to a new extension to the Forth and Clyde Canal, and near River Carron, in The Helix, a new parkland project built to connect sixteen communities in the Falkirk Council Area, Scotland. The sculptures were designed by sculptor Andy Scott and were completed in October 2013
The name was chosen by Scottish Canals at the inception of The Helix project, in 2005. The Kelpies name reflected the mythological transforming beasts possessing the strength and endurance of ten horses; a quality that is analogous with the transformational change and endurance of Scotland's inland waterways. The Kelpies represent the lineage of the heavy horse of Scottish industry and economy, pulling the wagons, ploughs, barges, and coalships that shaped the geographical layout of the Falkirk area
The Courier wrote that "Scots are being offered a tantalising glimpse of two staggering sculptures that will help transform the landscape of central Scotland.
KELPIES IN SCOTTISH MYTHOLOGY.
A Kelpie is the most common water spirit in Scottish folklore and is said to haunt the deep pools in rivers and streams, usually in the form of a lost white horse. This mythological transforming beast allegedly has the strength and endurance of a hundred horses. But beware…this is not some gentle pony but a malevolent spirit who will eat you for dinner!
The Kelpie is apparently particularly attractive to children, yet once on its back, their hide becomes sticky, trapping the child which it promptly drags into the water, then eats.
Alas, adults are not safe from these creatures either, for the kelpie’s shape-shifting ability allow them to appear in human form where they will lure members of the opposite sex into the water and feast upon them. In their human form, they still retain their hooves. As well as having phenomenal strength, the Kelpie’s magical abilities allow it to summon up floods to sweep away its unsuspected victims to a watery grave. Its tail, upon entering the water is said to sound like thunder and they warn of approaching storms by producing an unearthly wail.
But, just in case you think that you can prevent an encounter with a Kelpie by avoiding the river banks, think again. The Kelpie pales to insignificant when compared with the ferocity of the “each-uisge” (Gaelic for waterhorse) which lives in the sea and lochs…
Checking it out the high ceiling of the Rotterdam Cathedral. Also known as Grote of Sint-Laurenskerk
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Dogwood blossoms, famous for their stunning springtime display, are not actually true flower petals. The large, showy "petals" are modified leaves called bracts. These structures frame a cluster of tiny, insignificant greenish-yellow flowers in the center.
A dramatic winter sunset envelops Sydney, which reminds us of the sky's vastness and how insignificant we really are.
"Whatever you do may seem insignificant to you, but it is most important that you do it."
A quote I like by Mahatma Gandhi that seemed to fit this shot. And my life.
If I could choose my landscape
of memorable things, my landscape
of desolate autumn,
I'd choose, I'd rob this street
that is before me and everyone.
She returns my useless look
the one from just fifteen or twenty years ago
When the green house poisoned the sky
That's why it's cruel to leave it just sundown
with as many balconies as nests alone
and as many steps as never expected.
Here they will always be, here, the enemies,
the spies of loneliness,
the legs of a woman that drag my eyes
away from the equation of two unknowns.
Here are birds, rain, some death,
dry leaves, horns and desolate names,
clouds that are growing in my window
while the humidity brings wails and flies.
Yet there is also the past
with its sudden roses and modest scandals
with its harsh sounds of any anxiety
and its insignificant itch of memories.
Ah if I could choose my landscape
I'd choose, I'd rob this street
this street just sundown
in which I fiercely relive
and of which I know with strict nostalgia
the number and names of its seventy trees.
Mario Benedetti
Maison de L'amitie, Dekade (141, 199, 21) - Moderado
Listera ovata (Orchidaceae) 133 23
The name Listera ovata (Neottia ovata) refers to the oval shape of the leaves.
It is probably the most familiar and widespread orchid in temperate Europe, although extremely rare in Mediterranean areas. It is a species that tolerates a wide range of conditions and has a pollination system that allows a huge variety of insects to trigger its reproductive mechanisms. Listera ovata, like its smaller but close relative Listera cordata, produces abundant nectar and insects following this bountiful trail immediately activate a sensitive internal apparatus that shoots a drop of liquid that settles on the head of the host insect.
Lisera ovata is a common orchid that can grow in a wide range of conditions, with the exception of the more acidic substrates. Full sun or intense shade, wet or dry soil and even high altitudes seem to be an insignificant issue for this hardy species, even though, as already mentioned, it stops at the excessively high spring temperatures of the Mediterranean.
Another reason for the success of this species is its ability to survive and flower for more than twenty years without the presence of mycorrhizae. This is an orchid that, despite its inconspicuous appearance, is truly robust and can survive where other species capitulate in the face of modern agricultural and demographic pressures.
Italien / Südtirol - Fischleintal
Sexten Sunsdial with Zölferkofel (3094m)
Sextner Sonnenuhr mit Zwölferkofel (3094 m)
The Fischleintal/ Val Fiscalina
Town/City: Sexten/Sesto Region: Dolomites Region Three Peaks
The Carnic mountain ridge appears almost insignificant compared to the stately Dolomite rock towers on the opposite side of the Sesto valley. But this impression is deceiving! From Sesto, you can not only reach the Tre Cime Dolomiti, a popular and panoramic hiking and skiing area, but also the western foothills of a mountain range that stretches for over 100 km, almost to Villach in Carinthia. Interesting detail: The Carnic Alps were formed long before the Dolomites. Numerous fossil finds indicate a turbulent, geological past. However, the mountain range also has great historical importance, as it forms part of the Italian-Austrian border. Those who want to experience a border passing on high tracks can walk from the Monte Elmo peak (2,434 m) past the Helmhaus and along the ridge - with their left foot in Austria and the right one in Italy. This is also the starting point of the popular Carnic high route, also called the "peace route", which leads in eight to eleven days of walking to Arnoldstein in Carinthia.
(suedtirol.info)
The Zwölferkofel (Italian: Croda dei Toni; German: Zwölferkofel) or Zwölfer (German for "Twelve" or "Twelfth") is a peak of the Sexten Dolomites on the border between the provinces of South Tyrol and Belluno, in Italy.
(Wikipedia)
Das Fischleintal (italienisch Val Fiscalina) ist ein rund 4,5 km langes, vom Sextental nach Süden abzweigendes Seitental in den Sextner Dolomiten im östlichsten Teil von Südtirol in Italien.
Lage
Es reicht in voller Breite vom Sextner Ortsteil Moos bis zur Talschlusshütte via Fischleinboden mit gleichnamigem Großparkplatz und Buswendepunkt für den Linienbus Kreuzbergpass-Innichen/Toblach. Das sich zum Talschluss hin verjüngende Tal ist durch Wege, Gaststätten und Beherbergungsbetriebe gut erschlossen. Hinter dem Fischleinboden wird die asphaltierte Straße von unbefestigten, aber gut gangbaren Wegen abgelöst.
Das Tal ist für seine landschaftliche Schönheit überregional bekannt und führt in den Naturpark Drei Zinnen, vorbei an einigen Gipfeln der Sextner Sonnenuhr. Hinter der Talschlusshütte (1.548 m) gabelt es sich am Fuß des Einserkofels in das Bachern- und das Altensteintal, welches gegen die Drei Zinnen und den im Ersten Weltkrieg hart umkämpften Paternkofel hinaufzieht. Auf den Zustiegen zur Dreizinnenhütte auf dem Toblinger Riedel und zur Zsigmondyhütte im Bacherntal wird das Fischleintal oft durchwandert.
Das Fischleintal entwässert über den Fischleinbach, der im Sextner Ortsteil Moos in den Sextner Bach, einen Zubringer der Drau, mündet.
Geschichte
Das Fischleintal ist als Hochalpe des Klosters Innichen bereits seit dem 10. Jahrhundert unter der erst später eingedeutschten Bezeichnung „Uiscalina“ urkundlich bezeugt.
Bergsturz
Am Morgen des 12. Oktober 2007 stürzten ca. 60.000 Kubikmeter Fels- und Geröllmassen vom Einserkofel (2.698 m) in den hinteren Talgrund. Es kamen dabei keine Menschen zu Schaden, 30 Urlauber konnten unverletzt gerettet werden. Der Felssturz begrub weite Teile eines Parkplatzes unter Geröllschutt und ließ den Fischleinbach über die Ufer treten. Der Bergsturz wird auf die Sprengkraft von in Felsspalten aufgrund vorausgegangener heftiger Temperaturschwankungen gefrierenden Wassers zurückgeführt. Eine zunächst vermutete Folge der Klimaerwärmung wurde jedoch relativiert.
(Wikipedia)
Der Zwölferkofel oder kurz Zwölfer (italienisch Croda dei Toni) ist ein 3094 m hoher Felsgipfel in den Sextner Dolomiten.
Seine Schauseite zeigt der Zwölfer von Norden aus dem Bacherntal, etwa vom Aufstiegsweg zur Zsigmondyhütte: Links des auch Hoher Zwölfer genannten Hauptgipfels schließen sich der Kleine Zwölfer 2917 m s.l.m. und der Kleinste Zwölfer mit den bizarren Felsnadeln der Vicentinischen Damen an, nach rechts ist der etwas niedrigere westliche Vorgipfel durch eine deutliche Scharte vom Hohen Zwölfer abgesetzt. Nach Süden folgen zunächst der Mittlere Zwölfer 3011 m s.l.m., italienisch Croda A. Berti und der Südliche Zwölfer sowie einige weitere Erhebungen.
Über das Massiv verlief bis zur Annexion Südtirols nach dem Ersten Weltkrieg die Grenze zwischen Österreich-Ungarn und dem Königreich Italien, heute trägt es die Grenze zwischen Südtirol und der Provinz Belluno. Die Südtiroler Anteile sind im Naturpark Drei Zinnen unter Schutz gestellt.
Der Zwölferkofel ist ein Teil der Sextner Sonnenuhr, die der Bevölkerung Sextens recht verlässlich die Bestimmung der Tageszeit anhand des Sonnenstandes erlaubt(e).
Die Erstbesteigung des Zwölferkofels gelang den einheimischen Bergführern Johann und Michel Innerkofler am 28. September 1874 durch die sogenannte Eisrinne zwischen Mittlerem und Hohem Zwölfer. Der heutige Normalweg weicht dem Grund der ausgeaperten Eisrinne in den benachbarten Felsen aus. Es handelt sich um eine Route im dritten Schwierigkeitsgrad der UIAA-Skala, die von Michel und Johann Innerkofler mit J. Reichl und M. Simon am 6. September 1887 erstbegangen wurde.
(Wikipedia)
There are a bunch of sections of the old Alaska Highway along this stretch of road (between Whitehorse and Haines Junction) with innocuous approaches, one often doesn't even see them. Each time we travel this road, we look at those seemingly insignificant approaches, unmarked and often well hidden, and wonder...
This time, not being in a semi, and being on our own schedule, we took 'The Road Not Taken' and it has made all the difference. (reference to The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost)
This part of the old Highway still has bits of pavement, so it has not been that long abandoned (relatively speaking) and is still quite passable with a large motorhome.
Four kayakers look insignificant in size compared to the lofty mountains of a moody Milford Sound in New Zealand.
Amanecer en la playa de Cofete. Un lugar donde te sientes insignificante. Un lugar donde todo fluye en un perfecto equilibriio.
Sunrise on the beach of Cofete. A place where you feel insignificant. A place where everything flows in a perfect equilibrium
Tiny Steenbock photographed in Kruger National Park, South Africa. A picture of innocence in a dangerous world!
Ja feia uns dies que cercava aquest tipus de flors . Ben petites, quasi insignificant, per a mi terriblement interessants.
Fan uns tres dies vaig tenir sort i en vaig veure els primers brots. Els he deixat créixer una mica, però avui ja no he pogut esperar més hi amb paciència, com s'han de fer les petites coses m'hi apropat i els he pogut fotografiar amb calma i tranquil·litat.
M'he sentit un altre cop com a fotògraf, vaja!. que m'he sentit bé!, i més quan un company se m'ha apropat i m'ha dit que fotografies? si aquí no hi ha res. Si que hi ha mira, li he mostrar la pantalla de la càmera .... No vull reproduir la paraulota que ha deixat anar, I com ho veus?, m'ha dit mirant i perquè m'agraden molt aquestes floretes i sé on és fan. Ostres mai m'havia adonat.
Per a mi això és mirar i treure d'allò minúscul tot un món personal i particular, Us agrada aquest petit món meu?.
Life is a great tapestry. The individual is only an insignificant thread in an immense and miraculous pattern.
~ Albert Einstein
Northern Territory, Australia
Not many people get the chance to visit this iconic natural wonder in their lifetime, let alone twice. Many consider it an uninteresting place or just too remote to make the effort. It was always on my bucket list when we decided to honeymoon in Australia way back in Oct 1997.
There are not many places in the world I’ve been to that makes you realise how insignificant you are as a species let alone an individual. This was made even more apparent when I was afforded the opportunity to sit in the cockpit 3rd seat of the BAe 146 aircraft for the last 20 minutes of our flight as we approached Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park.
The red centre from above looks completely barren in every direction you look, way beyond the horizon that altitude grants you. I asked the co-pilot sitting in the right-hand seat where Ayres Rock was? (that was the name back in those days) He replied, “look dead ahead it’s that singular rock formation”. Once my eye had zoned in on the tiny ‘pimple’ way in the distance, I felt a sense of disappointment… was this truly the icon I had read about in magazines and seen on the nature programmes or a mass marketing campaign orchestrated by the Australia Tourist Board!
However, as we started to descend on our final approach path, this pimple began to rise from its barren landscape growing in stature with every mile gained. We circled it on final approach and all my disappointments faded into wonderment… its simply bloody massive and spectacular glowing in the midday sun. I couldn’t wait to land and get out and explore this landscape.
To cut to the chase, we only had a limited time here, but had planned a packed itinerary - sunset tour, climb the rock (more about that another time), day trip to the Olgas and a last-minute helicopter flight. My only regret, my photos turned out rubbish, so this part of the holiday was really about making amends. However, the best laid plans of mice and men!
For anyone going or thinking of visiting Uluru, you may want to read future postings on Uluru. The things the marketing and tour operators don’t tell you.
Standing there in all that natural beauty and massive mountain ranges, man sometimes feels very insignificant...At 06:30 this is nice and peaceful, where you can take in the atmosphere of this amazing nature...
There's a difference between "look" and "watch", between "see" and "perceive". To me, these differences are small, I'd even say theyr'e almost insignificant. But in most of the situations, the nuances between those terms are crucial in understanding the world around us.
Unfortunately, some truths can only be understood after we grow up and pass through all stages of life to watch and perceive rather than look and see.
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Patrzeć i spotrzegać
Jest różnica pomiędzy "patrzeć" a "spoglądać", pomiędzy "widzieć" a "spostrzegać". Te różnicie według mnie są małe, powiedziałbym, że symboliczne... Ale w przeważającej większości sytuacji te drobne niuanse pomiędzy tymi pojęciami są decydujące w poprawnym zrozumieniu otaczającego nas świata.
I niestety, ale do pewnych prawd trzeba dorosnąć, przejść przez wszystkie etapy życia aby patrzeć i spostrzegać zamiast spoglądać i widzieć.
Taken early on the morning I went to Bempton cliffs. I Loved how small and insignificant this little boat looks.
Well, everyone else is out there photographing it so I had to give it a try.
Comet Neowise over the South Downs of England.
Friday night and I forgave the alcohol with the traditional curry and watched the clouds sitting in the western sky.
They cleared and I headed out at sunset and found a fellow togger Anthony Wright, at just the spot I had picked, I was glad for the company as we waited for the sky's to darken.
As it turned out the bats flying around were more interesting.
Neowise was small and insignificant so thumbs up to all the photographers that have made it look so impressive, Hale Bopp was so much better.
"O, happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."
K = Knife, Kill
didn't do a secret with yesterday's shot, so I'll give two.
#5: When I was younger (some point in high school), I used to read Shakespeare alone in my room and pretend like I was starring in a film adaptation with Laurence Olivier. Always Laurence Olivier as the main man; maybe once or twice I thought of Cary Grant instead. My favorite plays to "star" in were Romeo & Juliet, As You Like It, and of course Hamlet.
#6: I have a tendency to want what I can never, ever have. These are neither insignificant things nor insignificant affections. Tragic, huh?
*Explored: Reached #97
The film: youtu.be/Qjq47Wiyko8
I've always been quite pleased with the fact that Nancy Sinatra topped the charts in the UK with the song that I've used to name this image in the week I was born. Top of the chart for four consecutive weeks she kept "Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown" by the Rolling Stones at bay in the number 2 slot, with the Mindbenders at number 3 with "Groovy Kind of Love." When she was eventually toppled, it was by the Walker Brothers with "The Sun Aint Gonna Shine Anymore." Darn, music was good in 1966. If I'd been born a few years later my entry into the world might have been heralded by Joe Dolce, or Rene and Renato, or even St Winifred's School Choir. So I'm glad that I arrived in 1966, just in time to witness England win the World Cup and the Beatles take things up a notch with the release of the still fresh sounding "Revolver." Cool Britannia indeed.
The reason for the name of the image comes from the fact that I was hiking when I took this image in the spring of 2018. The West Highland Way is one of the most popular long distance trails in the UK and runs from Milngavie, just north of Glasgow, to Fort William at the gateway to the western isles and the highlands of the far north of Scotland. Officially measured at 96 miles (although two of us with GPS trackers both recorded 108), it will probably take you between 4 and 8 days, depending upon how much you want to enjoy it or whether you're in a hurry to get to the pubs in Fort William before closing time. It will take you across some of the most stunning and remote scenery in Britain as you gradually accumulate the miles, leaving edge of town parkland and passing through gentle pastures towards 20 odd miles along the unsullied east bank of Loch Lomond. Once your time along the famous loch is done, the scenery ahead of you becomes ever more imposing and dramatic as you make your way through the Scottish Highlands towards lonely Rannoch Moor. the largest wilderness in Britain. And then you will arrive here, beneath the Great Herdsman, Buachaille Etive Mor at the gateway to the mythical Glencoe pass, where the Three Sisters stand opposite the Aonach Eagach ridge, towering above you on either side and reminding you how small and insignificant you really are.
We'd been here before more than once, the first time on our first West Highland Way hike three years earlier, and then a mountain walking expedition when I'd stood on its summit before visiting four months earlier than this moment for what remains the most rewarding and productive photography trip of my life. Each time this mountain, possibly the most photographed in the entire UK, has dominated the visit. Its sheer enormity and darkly brooding presence demands attention. This image was a bit of a grab and go affair as I quickly strayed from the path while my fellow hikers ignored me and carried on striding purposefully towards the famed and feared Devil's Staircase. I liked the "mini me" conical rock in the middle of the River Etive that mirrored the giant in the background. Not the sharpest photo I've taken, but one that brings back special memories of a wonderful few days when the usually damp and fickle Scotland basked inexplicably under sultry Mediterranean skies..
I've enjoyed making the most of what I have around me during this difficult year and I know I'm luckier than many in being surrounded by some of the most dramatic coastal scenery anywhere. But when we can travel more widely again, the distant northern echo of the Scottish Highlands is going to be tugging away at the imagination. I can't wait to be able to return.