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"The universe is wider than our views of it." ~Henry David Thoreau
The Seattle skyline, seen from the top of Mailbox Peak, with the Olympic mountains behind.
A phrase used by the Mexicans on our Japan safari was "nothingburger", an informal noun meaning something that is or turns out to be insignificant or lacking in substance. Which sums up the first visit to the area perfectly. Apart from the weekend steamer, we were treated to sweet fuck all. But only took us the whole day to work out that was the case after using Google Translate to ask the friendly station staff at Takekawa Station (being a private railway that ran its own trains and maintained the line, so on so forth, they were aware of all movements).
Anywho, the second time round two weeks later, we were treated to the full-scale operation of Chichibu Railway’s limestone operations. Considered to be a surviving example of non-JR heavy industrial rail freight in Japan, driven by the massive mineral deposits of Mount Bukō, from which its mineral goodies supply the demand for Tokyo’s construction industry. So profitable, in fact, the line is majority-owned by Taiheiyo Cement.
The heart of these workings involves the constant movement of specialised mineral trains weaving between timetabled passenger services that traverse the Chichibu Main Line. The limestone trains are powered by Deki series 100, 300 & 500 class electric locomotives. These iconic blue, box-shaped workhorses pull 20-wagon-long rakes of WoKi and WoKiFu 100 series hopper cars. Such is the case on this sunny afternoon at Arakawa Bridge with Deki 500 Class member 504 working an early running 7105 empty limestone train to the mine at Kamikagemori, just south of Chichibu. A feature I loved on these locos (not to mention still in active from 1967) was the whistles, which almost sounded steam-like and sounded awesome echoing in the valley.
504 Chichibu Railway 7105 Arakawa Bridge 26-11-25
From a distance Raggle Rocks looks like an insignificant jumble of rocks but it's quite spectacular from Marloes Beach.
Explored on 17 March, 2015.
With 100 m/h headwind on a bike you know that you are only a insignificant guest in those landscapes.
The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception in Harbour Grace, Newfoundland. Construction was finished in 1899.
Unfortunately, this church has required expensive repairs in the last few years, with over 3 million being spent on restoration. Despite this effort, an assessment showed the church would require upwards of an additional 9 million of restoration work. Couple this with a declining congregation and the not insignificant cost to heat the church, the decision was made to close the church for good in 2014. No doubt this was a difficult and painful decision for the diocese as this beautiful church has been a landmark in the community for over 100 years. Here is some more information:
Built in 1899, the Cathedral of Immaculate Conception is a stone cathedral built in the Gothic Revival style in Harbour Grace. With its towering spires, the Cathedral is an important element of the cultural landscape of Harbour Grace. This designation is confined to the footprint of the building.
The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception has been designated a Registered Heritage Structure by the Heritage Foundation of Newfoundland and Labrador due to its architectural, historical, cultural and environmental values.
The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception is an excellent example of a stone church built in the Gothic Revival style. The Cathedral is the showpiece for the Catholic Church in this region and this is evident through the elaborate architecture and detailing. The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception employs many Gothic features on the exterior and interior including the lancet windows, buttresses and vaulted ceiling in the nave. The cruciform layout of the Cathedral is also typical of the Gothic style but it was not common in rural Newfoundland churches built during this period. This Cathedral also has a number of unusual and somewhat ostentatious features that contribute to its architectural value. In particular, there is an apse at the end of the chancel that is five-sided rather than semi-circular and the three central panels of the apse hold elaborate stained glass windows. On the exterior of the apse, each of the five sides rises to create an individual peak. Furthermore, the two large wooden spires on the towers flanking the west entrance
The elaborate design of this church was not common in Newfoundland during the Victorian Period and thus it is apparent that this church was built to stand out. Furthermore, the stone construction was atypical, as most churches were constructed of wood in rural Newfoundland. The use of locally quarried stone as well as some imported stone once again indicates the importance of the Cathedral to the community. It also speaks to the prosperity enjoyed by Harbour Grace during the late 19th and early 20th centuries.
Historically, the Cathedral of Immaculate Conception served the Catholic community of Harbour Grace and the surrounding region. It served as the seat of the Diocese from its construction until 1953, an area that encompassed all of Conception Bay, the northeast coast of the island, and Labrador. This Cathedral is also important as a historical symbol of the rise of Roman Catholicism in Newfoundland after the Emancipation Act of 1832.
The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception stands as a physical testament to the importance of the church to the community of Harbour Grace. The fact that this is the second Cathedral built by parishioners in Harbour Grace speaks to the determination of the Catholic community in Conception Bay. The size and scale of the church reflect the importance of the church during this period and the continued growth of the church in the period after the Emancipation Act.
The Cathedral of Immaculate Conception is a defining landmark on the cultural landscape of Harbour Grace, with its towering spires being visible from both land and sea.
Character Defining Elements
All those exterior features that are representative of the Gothic Revival style of architecture including:
-lancet windows;
-stone construction and use of stone buttresses;
-five sided apse with peaked roofs;
-building scale, massing, size, fenestration pattern at time of designation.
All those interior features that are representative of the Gothic Revival style of architecture including;
-vaulted ceiling in nave;
-cruciform layout.
All those features related to the environmental value of the property including;
-open space and mature trees in the lot surrounding the building;
-location of Cathedral in community;
-spires on west façade.
Source: Heritage Foundation of Newfoundland and Labrador property file “Harbour Grace - Cathedral of Immaculate Conception – FPT 1553”
Confortably sitted in a cable, watch one of the craziest road ever unfold.
Also, take some time to appreciate the coincidential circomstances : the fantastic light from an immaculate sunny day and the one tiny car for scale that could be insignificant but, somehow, to me, enhance the entire picture as it weirdly put you behind the steering wheel from the distance.
Commentary.
The sandstone pillars, chimneys and spires that make up the
“bristly” ridge of Stac Pollaidh, in Assynt, Sutherland, fade to oblivion,
as the sun seems to fall towards the horizon.
At a mere 612 metres or 2,008 feet
this weathered “Inselberg” resembles a volcanic cone,
but is largely a sedimentary sandstone monolith,
with a 3 billion-year-old base of Lewisian Gneiss.
Despite its modest elevation, the views from its summit,
of Assynt, and its “other worldly” landscape, is quite spectacular.
As day sinks to twilight this timeless landscape seems totally unmoved
by the passing of another mere day,
when eons have passed by, since it came to be.
Its eternal beauty and ancient creation made me feel
very temporary, small, insignificant and humble.
Nevertheless, I also felt very privileged to spend this
exquisite, but fleeting moment, at the end of a glorious day.
Scenes like this, us landscape photographers live for moments when there is a dramatic sky with an interesting foreground. Colors are out of control, sun rays, etc.
But scenes like this last but a vapor, when you think about it in a grander scheme; what is 3 minutes over the course of a year? 20 years? It's insignificant. Easily forgotten. New memories are stacked on top until those old memories fade away or disappear like a vapor of breath on a cold winter day.
I would argue about the importance of photography here, capturing the moments that we might otherwise forget. Like when a childhood photo get shown, you probably don't remember THAT exact moment but you see a photo of yourself and know it happened. Keep taking those billions of photos for your child/dog/cat/etc because you won't remember someday until you see an old photo. I'll probably forget this sunset but in the meantime, I'll savor it as one of those few times when everything came together and I was there to witness it.
I am often surprised, when I see a small human figure in a landscape photo such as this, how my eye is pulled to the figure, no matter how tiny. Maybe others have the same experience. Longwood Gardens, Kennett Square, PA.
Everything was still saturated on Monday, after all of Sunday's rain, so I was pleased to find another of these little ladybirds!
Upton Magna - Shropshire
A while ago I went out to take a photo. I tried to get to a location but found it impossible to reach. I sat on the path and I looked around and I felt small. I felt not quite worthless, but insignificant. I felt young in the sense that I could change nothing.
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It was literally a chase. We were running a bit late. I didn't get enough time to plan this trip. Nor did I get enough sleep before this trip.
The only thing that I could theorise from Google Earth was that the hill top can offer a view of the beach and the sunset together. I thought there would be a point on the hilltop from where I could look down in the south westerly direction. And I badly wanted to capture the last sunset of the year.
As you can see from the pic, my theory turned out to be a sack full of crap. The viewpoint opened to the south-south-eastish direction, offering a jaw dropping view of the beach. But it also meant that I had to capture the sunset separately.
The place was Baindur, a small town in coastal Karnataka in the district of Udupi. It offers brilliant sunset points from the Ottinene beach. And the Maravanthe beach is also located very close to the town. As I was rushing to reach the hill top, just as the National Highway turned and aligned with the coastline near Maravanthe, I saw the glimpse of the sunset. The magical view suddenly made me feel very small, very insignificant.
You know what else is there in Baindur? A chance to stargaze and see the Milky way. More on that, in my next post...
This insignificant little loch, or pond would be more accurate, never really interested me despite only being a few miles from the house.
I saw this wasp floating in the water, apparently dead. Suddenly, an imperceptible vibration. I decided, anyway, to take it out from the water and place it on the edge of the fountain. The warm summer sun did the remaining. Slowly, the little wasp returned to life. I took a seemingly insignificant photo of it. But enough to remind me of the pleasure of seeing it fly away a few minutes later. And how important every single life is.
"Insignificant"
Too small to be important...
Asi me senti, al ver todo lo que me rodeaba en ese momento, al ver el sol salir, la montaña, los arboles, me senti insignificante, pequeño, una parte infinisima del todo, pero sabeis, orgulloso en ese momento de pertenecer a ese instante, y de estar en ese lugar, ojala pueda ver muchos momentos como ese.
Gracias a Alejandro que tiro de mi para ver ese instante, por que noto ya la inactividad de estar tanto tiempo sentado delante del bus, si no es por el, me lo pierdo....
En compañia de mis compis Alejandro Rodriguez y aunque ese dia no estaba, de Fran Ross que lo llevabamos dentro con nosotros, juntos formamos el equipo de Lafphotography, os agradecemos que os paseis por la pagina de facebook, y le deis un me gusta, es para nosotros un aliciente para seguir trabajando....
Sony alpha a7r + tokina 11-16 f2,8+ portafiltros Lucroit+ degradado 3 pasos haida
Una pequeña informacion por que ya me habeis preguntado alguno, el tokina es un objetivo apsc, lo tengo puesto el la a7r con un adaptador leae4, y lo utilizo en modo ff, en 16 mms, el cual me viñetea solo un poquito por lo dicho, algo asumible, hasta que pueda comprarme un angular ff, tendre que tirar asi.....o cambiar la camara a modo apsc....
A seemingly insignificant piece of driftwood makes a dramatic change in the windblown ripples in a large sand dune.
the towering trees still seem insignificant to the great cosmos in the sky. You can just make out some of the milky way and this was only about 9pm.
Anima Series 6
Lismore NSW Australia 2021
Model: Ayleish Cusack
CRACKED MIRROR
I’m beginning to suspect one of the most common human experiences has to do with feelings of disempowerment.
A surprising number of people feel deprived of influence or importance. They feel insignificant or otherwise unnoticeable – hence the popularity of social networks that provide ‘followers’ and ‘likes’ to massage our ego, or distract from our self-critical feelings of irrelevancy.
To this end the internet plays a pivotal role.
Like no other generation in history, we’re constantly bombarded with images of beautiful, happy people in amazing locations enjoying an opulent lifestyle – everything from clothes and iphones to the latest model Audi or open plan house.
We’re constantly reminded of the life we don’t occupy, the places we’ve never visited and the car we’ll never actually own. We’re taunted by beautiful models of people we’ll never meet and the sort of sexual encounters only an Olympic gymnasts could perform!
Pornography has penetrated (Freudian slip there) our culture to the extent that products and lifestyles are sold as glossy, sexy extensions of our hedonistic, device-saturated expectation of life, yet in most cases the lives we actually inhabit are very different!
The differences between our expectations, hopes and dreams and the hard realities of Mother Earth has never been so great and in the no man’s land that separates the two lies a shared experience of despair.
Yet the good news is all of this only takes place in our heads – and thankfully our head-space can change.
“Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realising on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.”
Rabindranath Tagore
How small I feel....in comparison to this image...The reality is that this is just a very small branch..no wider than the size of my finger...and the snow clinging to it is as small...but somehow this perspective had me feeling insignificant...in the grand scheme of it all..I do so love finding the warmth amongst the cold...another good example..
...and BTW..there is a HEART in this image too..can you find it?
Italien / Südtirol - Fischleintal
Sexten Sundial 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)
HSBC, Citi and Barclays are in my feet - and they look so tall from below :) The giant O2 arena is a small blob and the mighty Thames just a brook...
Lesson: it's all a matter of perspective. Rise high above your daily worries and problems to realise how small and insignificant they are!
After finding my first one a few weeks ago in Shawbury, I was amazed to find 5 or 6 individuals in Shrewsbury last Saturday! One (last in comments) had more extensive red markings on the elytra, though I failed to get a natural shot of it!
Shrewsbury - Shropshire
After a horrid few days, a little down time to reflect, to look out beyond our little island, our own shores and to contemplate how small and insignificant we all really are
A fairly insignificant little badnik from ice cap zone in the sonic adventure world. Still put forth my best effort here. Like I've said, I'm going out of my way to build as much from the pack as possible, so totally expect more, with instrucions too!
“Almost everything you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it”
Mahatma Gandhi.
"The Los Angeles Arboretum and Botanic Garden" Arcadia. California.
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The overwhelming power and beauty of nature is the best remedy for daily problems. It feels good to realize how insignificant we are.
I took this photo in my backyard with my pocket Canon PowerShot S95.
A honey bee in a quiet moment of work. We see them every day, yet rarely think about how much this small creature contributes to a stable ecosystem.
What are we seeing?
- Pollen sticks to its body hairs → pollination
- Transfers pollen between flowers → plant reproduction
- Pollinators support much of our food
If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe — Carl Sagan
Backyard | Apr 2026 | Canon Powershot S95
Alexander Vvedensky.
I regret that I’m not a beast...
I regret that I’m not a beast,
running along a blue path,
telling myself to believe,
and my other self to wait a little,
I’ll go out with myself to the forest
to examine the insignificant leaves.
I regret that I’m not a star,
running along the vaults of the sky,
in search of the perfect nest
it finds itself and earth’s empty water,
no one has ever heard of a star giving out a squeak,
its purpose is to encourage the fish with its silence.
And then there’s this grudge that I bear,
that I’m not a rug, nor a hydrangea.
I regret I’m not a roof,
falling apart little by little,
which the rain soaks and softens,
whose death is not sudden.
I don’t like the fact that I’m mortal,
I regret that I am not perfect.
Much much better, believe me,
is a particle of day a unit of night.
I regret that I’m not an eagle,
flying over peak after peak,
to whom comes to mind
a man observing the acres.
I regret I am not an eagle,
flying over lengthy peaks,
to whom comes to mind
a man observing the acres.
You and I, wind, will sit down together
on this pebble of death.
It’s a pity I’m not a grail,
I don’t like that I am not pity.
I regret not being a grove,
which arms itself with leaves.
I find it hard to be with minutes,
they have completely confused me.
It really upsets me terribly
that I can be seen in reality.
And then there’s this grudge that I bear,
that I’m not a rug, nor a hydrangea.
What scares me is that I move
not the way that do bugs that are beetles,
or butterflies and baby strollers
and not the way that do bugs that are spiders.
What scares me is that I move
very unlike a worm,
a worm burrows holes in the earth
making small talk with her.
Earth, where are things with you,
says the cold worm to the earth,
and the earth, governing those that have passed,
perhaps keeps silent in reply,
it knows that it’s all wrong.
I find it hard to be with minutes,
they have completely confused me.
I’m frightened that I’m not the grass
that is grass, I’m frightened that I’m not a candle.
I’m frightened that I’m not the candle that is grass,
to this I have answered,
and the trees sway back and forth in an instant.
I’m frightened by the fact that when my glance
falls upon two of the same thing
I don’t notice that they are different,
that each lives only once.
I’m frightened by the fact that when my glance
falls upon two of the same thing
I don’t see how hard they are trying
to resemble each other.
I see the world askew
and hear the whispers of muffled lyres,
and having by their tips the letters grasped
I lift up the word wardrobe,
and now I put it in its place,
it is the thick dough of substance.
I don’t like the fact that I’m mortal,
I regret that I am not perfect,
much much better, believe me,
is a particle of day a unit of night.
And then there’s this grudge that I bear
that I’m not a rug, nor a hydrangea.
I’ll go out with myself to the woods
for the examination of insignificant leaves,
I regret that upon these leaves
I will not see the imperceptible words,
which are called accident, which are called immortality,
which are called a kind of roots.
I regret that I’m not an eagle
flying over peak after peak,
to whom came to mind
a man observing the acres.
I’m frightened by the fact that everything becomes dilapidated,
and in comparison I’m not a rarity.
You and I, wind, will sit down together
on this pebble of death.
Like a candle the grass grows up all around,
and the trees sway back and forth in an instant.
I regret that I am not a seed,
I am frightened I’m not fertility.
The worm crawls along behind us all,
he carries monotony with him.
I’m scared to be an uncertainty,
I regret that I am not fire.
Star Wars Factions RPG: A Galaxy Divided
[L9 - Coruscant - CE]
Factions Flashback LTC (May)
18x18
Handpicked by Emperor Palpatine himself, Ereon Tas became the Royal Guard Champion, the most elite of the Imperial service.
Tasked to protect the Emperor at his Throne Room in the Imperial Palace of Coruscant, Lord Vader was unsatisfied about the security measures and the ability of these Royal Guards. He often challenged or even killed any guards he came across.
But not Ereon, he would fight back with his double vibroblade, although it was insignificant to the Power of the Dark side.
This is one of the occasions when Ereon encountered such inevitable Power. As time passed, he became more and more obsessed with the Dark side. When his service to the Empire ended, he decided to visit Korriban for more ancient knowledge.
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Happy Star Wars Day
May the 4th be with you !
Today's story and sketch by me, #1366 is about the couple you see who were getting married on the Planet Pollonia, a smallish insignificant Planet, in Dimension Nine. Seems during the ceremony a dimension twister picked up Sid, Mona, and Mobbi the Minister, and the famous Hitchin Post Ceremonial Wedding Arch. A dimension twister is like a desert dust devil. Except if one of these twists over you, you'll be captured in the blue dimension dust and dumped somewhere in the Cosmos in another dimension, or even on another Planet hopefully not one covered in water or worse covered in a hydrogen chloride cloud. Pollonia It is best known as the least expensive all inclusive wedding destination. Pollonia is also known for there Carnivorous Pollonia Flies. Which have a reputation as being worse than the famous Bakersfield Circle Flies. Deputy Cosmo and I just flew to the scene and are concerned about the Pollonia Flies circling Mona. How we contain the Pollonia Fly Infestation here on Budahunga will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.
Young monks: pixabay.com/en/ancient-architecture-asia-1793421/
Water Stream: From my Yosemite trip www.flickr.com/photos/daclicker/18634535078/in/dateposted...
Mountains: From google image
Sometimes the little things in life, no matter how insignificant it is, can make you happy!
Have a pleasant weekend dear friends.
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Here are two more pictures that I'm considering for my project, Urban Serendipity. Over the last couple of days, I've been posting images of isolated figures in tunnels, on escalators, and on stairs. Small and large puddles can also create interesting shadows that isolate figures or add an intriguing and sometimes confusing element to the image. Today's pictures were taken during my recent wanderings around the City of London. These images intrigue me because they place the individual against the facades of an immense office building, making them appear insignificant and engulfed by their surroundings. The one with the man and the dog adds an interesting component due to their interaction - London, UK
Columbine Confusion
In the midst of shadows and delusion, Where reality blends with illusion, Whispers of sorrow and intrusion, Columbine's tale of dark confusion. Deceptive masks in haunting seclusion, Echoes of pain, a heart's contusion, Yet in the depths of this conclusion, Find strength in self-revolution. ---
Insignificant Illusion
Within the realm of fleeting dreams, Where truth unravels at the seams, A mirage of what could have been, Insignificant illusions gleam. Beneath the surface, lies unseen, A quilt of doubts, a broken beam, Yet through this haze, a light may teem, Embrace the real, let go the scheme.
Standing water added to the interest and beauty of this seemingly insignificant wash near Hanksville, Utah.
Essentially the same shot as yesterday, but without the sky effect that a couple of you were asking about. It's so tricky to convey just how vast the landscape can feel sometimes, I thought I'd try and give it a helping hand.
Sometimes it's a tricky line between 'basic reproduction' and 'interpretation' of a scene, so here we have the 'normal' sky version.
Alvord Desert, Oregon.
The wind was blowing like the end of the world. However, it made for some otherwordly cloud formations.
Mind-blowing Fiery Red Cloud Umbrellas Span Far & Wide, High & Mighty, Across & Over Tampa Bay Florida - IMRAN™
Sure, I could write an erotic novel, so much material this sunset panorama provides me tonight. Or I could write about the Almighty's brush strokes while we insignificant humans look up in awe, like the two jet ski riders barely visible to the left of the image. But, nothing would do justice to the mind-blowing fiery red cloud umbrellas of magical colors which spanned far and wide, high and mighty, ominous and dramatic, powerful and beautiful, across and over Tampa Bay, Florida, tonight.
I created this panorama from a dozen handheld shots taken at my dock with the Nikon D850. What does the vision make you think and feel? In my case.... awe and gratitude.
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