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Life is a series of steps. Things are done gradually. Once in a while there is a giant step, but most of the time we are taking small, seemingly insignificant steps on the stairway of life.
Ralph Ransom
"The Unexceptional" series
Hasselblad + Carl Zeiss Planar T* 80mm f2.8 + Arista EDU Ultra 400 @ 320 + HC-110 H @ 13 minutes
"Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained."
~ Woody Allen
Another image from Historic Long Branch in Millwood, Virginia.
Like re-visiting an old friend. I will never forget the first time I stepped up to the rim and looked over. It was one of those rare times in nature when you realize how insignificant you are in the big picture. Crater Lake National Park. April 2017.
The Pink-eared Duck is named after an insignificant spot of pink feathers on the side of the drake’s head. More striking are the bold black-and-white stripes which dominate the ducks’ neck, breast and underparts, giving rise to its vernacular name of Zebra Duck or Zebra Teal. Pink-eared Ducks have odd-shaped bills, evolved to feed in a specialised manner: water is sucked through the bill-tip, then expelled through grooves along the side of the bill, filtering out tiny invertebrates in the process.
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One of the things that I love about photography is how it changes your entire perspective. Suddenly, I find myself enthralled in the beautiful details of things I used to think were insignificant and even ugly. On my walk, I saw these branches that were stripped away by winter's brutality and left with nothing but thorns. Not the most beautiful sight but the way the light hit the thorns really made them illuminate. Of course the light wasn't pink, that was processed :P. Anyway, I thought it was a good example of how beauty doesn't necessarily lie only in perfection but in everything around us...we just have to look :).
~ Explored highest position #13 ~
Dear Flickr fans,
There are 14 series to share with you today, I paid nearly two weeks and a half to observe, daily 6am ~ 8:30 am. (29-06 ~ 16-07-2013)
Mostly don't have comment box, really want to save everyone's time.
Of course, finally give a some photo by comment box, please continue to support Aberlin. Thanks a lot.
This is my first time so observed, very excited to have this wonderful opportunity,please believe Aber will keep the best safe distance.(Broken shell and day 2)
Wish I going with you together and touch nature and ecological protection,
( I know you should be better than me, but you and I strength is insignificant, we live and we learn.)
Need to tell a key point with all Flickr fans,
Whether for a contact or not, when you have comment to me, absolutely will must reply, but could be and delay.
If you just added to favorites, perhaps I'm ignored, anyway in principle, should be well to give attention to comments friends, am I right?
All best wish,
Aber
Last week I got a notice from 500px that someone wanted to licence this photo that I took and uploaded almost 3 years ago. A little investigation revealed that, if there is a logo on a private building, I would either require a waiver from the owner or I would have to remove the logos. Well there were logos of a sort, but they were very insignificant (look in Comments, clickable, to see them), so would I really have to comply? Yes.
I wasn't going to be bothered since it seemed to be too much to ask for what I assumed would amount to 10 bucks. However, it turned out that it was more like 10x10 bucks, so I began to rethink my reluctance.
There was much more back and forth with 500px than I want to go into here, which included me having lost my original higher res version of the photo, but at the last minute I capitulated, removed the logos on the lower res version (so silly because they are so benign) and figured out how to get the amended version back to 500px. It took about a dozen emails to sort it all out. There are many twists and turns that I am leaving out, and I am only telling you half of the rigmarole, but it was quite a frustrating process, especially since it was happening when we were preparing for and then actually receiving company. I was in quite a dither at times.
BTW, I don't really do 500px and just uploaded a few photos as an experiment in the past. Maybe I should rethink that however.
I don't know who purchased the photo or why as that information is kept confidential for some reason. I mean to say that I always thought it was a nice photo, but the world is full of nice photos. I just wish I knew who the buyer was and where, but that's life.
Anyway, the original upload is below in the Comment section, the only difference being that it contains the logos. I still can't understand why they presented a problem when they were so obscure (one is just a flag and the other is pretty blurred), especially since the buyer obviously didn't mind them in the first place.
...In everthing, even in things simple and "insignificant" for the others.
It's up to you to choose how to see this world...
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On Explore, thank you! ♥
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... I know ... I know ... how could I see this seen and see a set of balls ? Maybe there is something seriously wrong with me !!!!
Oh go to hell ... you were thinking it to !!!
"The Unexceptional" series
Bessa R3a + Ultron 35mm f1.7 + Legacy Pro 400 @ 800 + HC-110 B @ 7 1/4 minutes
Legacy Pro 400 (Apparently Neopan 400)
Music: www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoeCmeD_6Pw
Sponsors: Plastik / Lakrya
Details: limaginariumphotography.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/keep-shu...
Final de trajecte. Final del meu Camí dels Monjos. Així ho assumia a la sortida de l'església del vell monestir de Sant Llorenç del Munt, a frec de capvespre, a punt d'emprendre el retorn cap a la plana. Però encara vaig tenir temps d'asseure'm una estona al replà de la Mola tot intentant de fer-me presents alguns dels regals que m'havia proporcionat aquest recorregut iniciat al monestir de Sant Cugat. I vaig tenir la gosadia, la barra, de recordar-me del mític viatge cap a Ítaca, de què ens parlava fa més d'un segle el poeta grec Kavafis... "Quan surtis per fer / el viatge cap a Ítaca, / has de pregar que el camí sigui llarg, / ple d'aventures, ple de coneixences... (...) / No forcis gens la travessia. / És preferible que duri molts anys, / que siguis vell quan fondegis l'illa, / ric de tot el que hauràs guanyat fent el camí. / Ítaca t'ha donat el bell viatge. " Però sí: el modest Camí dels Monjos, insignificant en temps i extensió, també m'havia regalat -més enllà d'haver arribat al punt de destí- petits grans tresors que m'anaven revenint a la memòria, entre els quals les persones que m'havien acompanyat resseguint les fotos que han testimoniejat el meu recorregut a través de l'antic camí carener... I sí: fent camí cap a la Mola, he après molt de camins tradicionals, de restauracions d'indrets, de monjos i monestirs, de carrers i vials per on passa el Camí, d' edificis i monuments, de masies i camps encara sembrats. I he après una mica -ben poc--de fotografia (que per això som aquí...)
the last moments of the sunset when the sun itself becomes insignificant....and all that matters is the color...
Have a great Labor Day everyone...
Thrilled as ever to find another couple last Sunday!
The one in comments is with a 7-spot Ladybird for comparison.
Sheinton - Shropshire
"The Unexceptional" series
Hasselblad + Carl Zeiss Planar T* 80mm f2.8 + Arista EDU Ultra 100 + D76 1:1 @ 10 minutes
I thought it would be interesting to photograph Big Ben in such a way as to make it look insignificant. In no way a political statement about Brexit........
Click here to see other 'iconic' travel shots : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157627723675162
From Wikipedia : "The Elizabeth Tower (previously called the Clock Tower), more popularly known as Big Ben, was raised as a part of Charles Barry's design for a new palace, after the old Palace of Westminster was largely destroyed by fire on the night of 16 October 1834. The new parliament was built in a neo-gothic style. Although Barry was the chief architect of the palace, he turned to Augustus Pugin for the design of the clock tower, which resembles earlier Pugin designs, including one for Scarisbrick Hall in Lancashire. The design for the tower was Pugin's last design before his final descent into madness and death, and Pugin himself wrote, at the time of Barry's last visit to him to collect the drawings: "I never worked so hard in my life for Mr Barry for tomorrow I render all the designs for finishing his bell tower & it is beautiful." The tower is designed in Pugin's celebrated Gothic Revival style, and is 315 feet (96.0 m) high.
The bottom 200 feet (61.0 m) of the tower's structure consists of brickwork with sand-coloured Anston limestone cladding. The remainder of the tower's height is a framed spire of cast iron. The tower is founded on a 50 feet (15.2 m) square raft, made of 10 feet (3.0 m) thick concrete, at a depth of 13 feet (4.0 m) below ground level. The four clock dials are 180 feet (54.9 m) above ground. The interior volume of the tower is 164,200 cubic feet (4,650 cubic metres).
Despite being one of the world's most famous tourist attractions, the interior of the tower is not open to overseas visitors, though United Kingdom residents are able to arrange tours (well in advance) through their Member of Parliament. However, the tower currently has no lift, though one is planned, so those escorted must climb the 334 limestone stairs to the top."
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Most days I have no faith in humanity. I feel myself wondering how it is that we have survived for so long when we are so cruel, selfish and destructive. But there are some days - and these days are few and far between - when something happens, an act of kindness, and for those brief few moments, my hope is restored. That happened twice today. My heart clenched twice in gratefulness.
I have spent a lot of time over the past few days sketching out concepts for photos that are going to be difficult to pull off, but I want to give them ago. I have a whole series of four planned out at the moment, and I have a couple more ideas, but there are a couple of things I need first, like an articulated skeleton (adult-sized ones are not cheap - I might have to try and borrow one for a week or so). I think I might wait until the weather becomes slightly more reliable and possibly even until I have finally saved enough for a new camera, but at this rate that will be this time next year...
Did you know that if we compressed the whole existence of the earth into one year, the oldest direct human ancestor is born on the 31st of December at 11:02 pm and the first anatomically modern human appears at 11:36 pm? The Roman empire falls at 11:59:50 pm and the industrial revolution occurs at 11:59:58 pm. We have not been around all that long, really. We are quite insignificant.
(1 in a multiple picture album)
This picture was recently used on the website OnBeing.org, a national public radio program and media project. You can read the very well written article here:
www.onbeing.org/blog/jackson-culpepper-we-have-lost-the-m...
The piece of writing has to do with how we see glory when we are looking at the masterpieces of nature.
As I wrote on my own blog: Whenever you feel full of yourself, a trip to one of the national parks in Utah will help you with your perspective. Stand within one of the arches and know that you are really quite tiny. Robert Service wrote 'your life is but a single beat within the heart of time.'
Depending on your perspective, this little world of rocks and waves may seem insignificant. When you move in close enough, even the minimal surf we saw this day seems overwhelming.
In reality the cottage was a decent size but looked rather insignificant beside the mountains and rolling moorland.
Glencoe, Highlands, Scotland
I had about an hour of non-work time to head over to Point Lobos to catch the sunset. The sound and the power of the ocean crashing against the rocks made me feel completely insignificant. It was amazing! Wish I had more time. I found myself mesmerized by the scenery that I missed the dramatic red/pink sunset after the sun fell below the horizon. At least I have the vision in my mind....sorry I don't have it to share.
Everyone has ideals. From the most insignificant aspect in our life, such as the perfect meal, to the most important, perhaps the perfect family, the perfect society, we all have ideals. We must all be idealists if we are to build a fairer sustainable society, and in our own small way follow the example of the heroes of social progress and evolution, idealists such as Abraham Lincoln or Dr. Martin Luther King, who showed society the way. We must hope for political leaders who have the strength to be the idealists of the future.
The little fishing boat looks so insignificant in this dramatic setting. I guess that's how I was feeling as well--a tiny minnow immersed in the immensity of it all.
Somewhere along the Inner Passage in Alaska
Posting feels so insignificant in the face of our current...our current reminder that the US is an incredibly broken country.
I have a little story all teed up, me and Nettie, thirteen years ago, doing a "photo shoot". It's taken days for me to feel like posting is at all worth it, thinking through Why Should I Post, only coming up with a reason several days after the massacre in Texas.
I need the escapism. The relief of just thinking about photos, simpler times, strange encounters with people.
I want to remember picking up Nettie from Koreatown, where she was staying with someone deep in the throes of drug addiction. I asked her if she felt safe, she said it wasn't a problem, and then we got down to taking pictures.
It was one of the rare occasions I paid a model just to shoot them, but Nettie was such a big deal in the Internet Modeling world, felt like an opportunity I couldn't pass by. But, as is true for each of those other occasions, I regretted it, after the fact. It made the whole shoot too transactional. Set a firm limit on how long we could shoot, so I always heard the clock ticking in the back of my head. Made it difficult to just relax and hit the note.
But we had a good conversation, though I wouldn't be able to tell you the specifics, now. I just remember the vibe, how relaxed she was, despite traveling all over the country. How at ease she seemed to be in her own skin.
I look at the photos now, of course I could've done better, but I'm not disappointed, and, most importantly, I'm glad I got to meet her...so maybe it Was worth it, after all.
"Prendi alla leggera
ciò che ritieni importante.
prendi seriamente
ciò che ritieni insignificante"
N. Mitsushige
"Take it lightly
what you think is important.
take it seriously
what you consider insignificant "
N. Mitsushige
Middle Point, Northern Territory, Australia.
In the Kakadu region, the appearance of flowers on the Turkey Bush around May signals the end of the season of Banggereng and the beginning of Yegge. The flowering is spectacular, masking the insignificant leaves and giving the plants an overall pink appearance until about August (although, in other parts of northern Australia, it flowers earlier and later in the year).
It grows in dense groups, attaining heights of 2-4m, and providing a vivid splash of colour in the woodlands and margins of grasslands in which it occurs.
It is found from the Gulf Country of Queensland, through the tropical Northern Territory to the Kimberley in Western Australia. Although fairly uniform in its characteristics throughout most of its range, the Kimberley plants are more variable in their floral structure and leaf arrangement which might indicate that these are different (and new) species of Calytrix.
It is thought that the Turkey Bush is so named because the Plains Turkey (Ardeotis australis) would seek refuge amongst its foliage when pursued by hunters. The Turkey Bush is also a favoured shade-plant of wallabies.
When the flower is developing (before the long purplish petals spread open), it is protected by a structure called the 'calyx'. The calyx has long, stiff hairs that are almost as long as the petals. After the petals fall, the pink-red calyx remains. It was for this special calyx that the genus, Calytrix, was named by the French botanist, Jacques Labillardière, referring to the hairs ('thrix' in Greek) on the calyx. Calytrix is found only in Australia with most of its 70 or so species occurring in Western Australia. It belongs to the family Myrtaceae, which includes the eucalypts, bottlebrushes and paperbarks. Like other members of that family, the leaves of Calytrix exstipulata contains oil with therapeutic properties. Indigenous people use the plant for pain-relief. Commercial producers of the oil say that it enhances creativity.
Although C. exstipulata makes a great garden plant requiring little attention, the only species that is used widely in gardens is Calytrix tetragona, which occurs naturally in southern Australia, from Western Australia through to southern Queensland.
We start to walk from the church to the sea. First, the grass vanished, then a furious wind tried to stop our path. Finally, an endless sandy desert swallowed us.
We were very small. An insignificant spot in the Nature.
Middle Point, Northern Territory, Australia.
In the Kakadu region, the appearance of flowers on the Turkey Bush around May signals the end of the season of Banggereng and the beginning of Yegge. The flowering is spectacular, masking the insignificant leaves and giving the plants an overall pink appearance until about August (although, in other parts of northern Australia, it flowers earlier and later in the year).
It grows in dense groups, attaining heights of 2-4m, and providing a vivid splash of colour in the woodlands and margins of grasslands in which it occurs.
It is found from the Gulf Country of Queensland, through the tropical Northern Territory to the Kimberley in Western Australia. Although fairly uniform in its characteristics throughout most of its range, the Kimberley plants are more variable in their floral structure and leaf arrangement which might indicate that these are different (and new) species of Calytrix.
It is thought that the Turkey Bush is so named because the Plains Turkey (Ardeotis australis) would seek refuge amongst its foliage when pursued by hunters. The Turkey Bush is also a favoured shade-plant of wallabies.
When the flower is developing (before the long purplish petals spread open), it is protected by a structure called the 'calyx'. The calyx has long, stiff hairs that are almost as long as the petals. After the petals fall, the pink-red calyx remains. It was for this special calyx that the genus, Calytrix, was named by the French botanist, Jacques Labillardière, referring to the hairs ('thrix' in Greek) on the calyx. Calytrix is found only in Australia with most of its 70 or so species occurring in Western Australia. It belongs to the family Myrtaceae, which includes the eucalypts, bottlebrushes and paperbarks. Like other members of that family, the leaves of Calytrix exstipulata contains oil with therapeutic properties. Indigenous people use the plant for pain-relief. Commercial producers of the oil say that it enhances creativity.
Although C. exstipulata makes a great garden plant requiring little attention, the only species that is used widely in gardens is Calytrix tetragona, which occurs naturally in southern Australia, from Western Australia through to southern Queensland.
"The Unexceptional" series
Olympus OM-2Sp + Zuiko 28mm f3.5 + Legacy Pro 400 @ 1250 iso + D-76 1:1 @ 16 minutes
Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people.
Carl Sagan
An O/T Trident approaches Rosthwaite n the Borrowdale valley viewed from the top of my Father in Law's garden.
“As a result of trying to solve the big problems we face in life, many of us end up sacrificing individual relationships by doing things that we may consider as being small or insignificant at the time. This reminds us of the George and Gracie routine where George asks Gracie, How do you cook a pot roast? She replied, I put both a big pot roast and a small pot roast in the oven. When the small one is burnt, the big one is done just right!”
January view of the snow-covered hills of Knoydart and Loch Hourn from the path to Leitir Fura. Beinn Sgritheall can be seen towering above making the one lonely fishing boat in the Sound of Sleat seem very insignificant!
I was considering walking up to this homeless man today and asking for a close up, then I thought, how disrespectful that would sound, "hey sir do you mind if I shove my expensive camera in you're face for a second" at least that's how I assume he would take it. I don't know maybe there's nothing wrong with that, it just seemed insignificant at the time.
So if I had to give advice to anyone still reading this it would be this: Step outside you're world before you say something, consider how that person may perceive what you are saying...
Side note... This was truly the worst photo I've ever edited, I wanted to get it perfect but still couldn't achieve that, I gave up on this one for a while partly because of computer crashes and my short temperament but then I though if this is the worst thing that happened to me all week, life's pretty good.
Thank you all for the support.