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More view from walking in Ynys.
Ynys Gifftan is an island near the south east shore of Traeth Bach, the Dwyryd estuary near Portmeirion in Gwynedd, north Wales.
A short walk exploring the tidal island at the edge of Snowdonia
Overlooked by the Moelwyn Mountains that stand just in front of Snowdon, and the Rhinogs to the south east, the small island of Ynys Gifftan is a distinctive and unique feature of the Dwyryd Estuary.
Look across the estuary at high tide and Ynys Gifftan may seem insignificant, unworthy of exploration and impossible to visit without a boat. But visitors prepared to roll their trousers up can be rewarded with an adventure unlike any other.
This short walk to the tidal island at the foot of Snowdonia is particularly enjoyable in the summer months, when waters have absorbed the heat of the sun.
I suppose it's perspective, but any problems I thought I had seemed somewhat insignificant out here.
This photo shows the two kinds of flowers, one large and showy, the other small and seemingly insignificant, found on hydrangea plants. Both kinds are beautiful.
Thank you for looking. Isn't God a great artist?
……I smiled as I was processing this image - how tiny and insignificant ‘man’ is compared to this wonderful vista! there are two chaps amongst the boats on the jetty that I didn’t see at first! Mid’ left is Derwent Isle with its boat house(s) and over on the far shore is the Lingholm estate - you can rent that boathouse, a one bed apartment that’s very popular, in fact it seems to be fully booked this year & next but with a few spaces left in May 2023 - £1540 for three night! (I think we’re elsewhere that week unfortunately😊) see link below.…..
thelingholmestate.co.uk/accommodation/boat-house/
For the interested I’m growing my Shutterstock catalogue regularly here, now sold 81 images :- www.shutterstock.com/g/Alan+Foster?rid=223484589&utm_...
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Dati Tecnici
a) Leica M7 + Leica Summilux M 75 mm f.1,4;
b) Tempo 1/125s con apertura f.5,6 + 2/3 stop;
c) Lettura Esposimetrica effettuata con Gossen Lunalite (Effettuate quattro letture a Luce Incidente sui due lati della tenda superiore/inferiore, una lettura sulla guancia lato illuminato del ragazzo e la quarta effettuata sulla sua spalla destra e la porta dove si appoggia. La sommatoria della risultante è stata comparata con la lettura della macchina. Le letture sono state sommate ed ottenuta la media è stata applicata all’esposizione finale ma con un valore n+2/3);
d) Negativo Ilford FP4 PLUS Prof 125 Asa (esposta a 400 Asa);
e) Scansione con Agfa Duoscan T2500 Pro con rullo piano di scansione e porta di acquisizione SCSI;
f) Il negativo ottenuto presentava una buona omogeneità su tutte le zone ma sono state apportate alcune piccole varianti in post-produzione per valorizzare i neri ed abbassare di un paio di zone chiare;
g) Prima Post-Produzione con Adobe Photoshop CS6 (64bit);
h) Seconda Post-Produzione con Phocus v.3.8.8 di Hasselblad;
I) Ritocco finale con minime correzioni nelle Zone III e Zona VII/2 con Nikon Capture NX 2.
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Da Ascoltare leggendo le parole
Ólafur Arnalds - Only The Winds (Official Music Video)
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Ólafur Arnalds - Only The Winds
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Quella luce,….attraverso
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Non riesco più a comprendere
dove termina il sogno
e comincia la realtà.
I pensieri che cerchi in me
si sono persi
fra il soffio del vento
e la fastidiosa polvere.
Eppure….,
da quella intensa luce,
nella leggera penombra
mi sopraffà la paura, tremo,
l’angoscia mi opprime
il cuore palpita furioso
penso di morire
credo sia la fine.
La poca voce si fa rauca
ma basta, a volte, non parlare,
per non far capire
e non destare sospetti
che la tua anima sta svanendo.
Non cercate qui il verbo
rimango muto fra
l’immenso silenzio
basta sono guardare
questi miei occhi neri
per far comprendere
il sentimento che
si affaccia in ogni ombra,
un sentimento nero come il buio
è la malinconica chiave segreta
del mio spezzato cuore.
Spesso non ho che frasi spoglie,
insignificanti e poche sillabe
spesso incomprensibili
smorzate nell’infinito tempo
che si sta perdendo.
………………………Luigi Mirto
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That light,…through
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I can no longer understand
where the dream ends
and reality begins.
The thoughts you search within me
have been lost
among the blowing of the wind
and the annoying dust.
And yet…,
from that intense light,
in the faint shadow
fear overwhelms me, I tremble,
anguish oppresses me
my heart beats furiously
I think I'm dying
I believe it's the end.
My feeble voice grows hoarse
but sometimes it's enough not to speak,
to avoid making it clear
and not arousing suspicion
that your soul is fading.
Don't look for the verb here
I remain silent in
the immense silence
it's enough to look
at these black eyes of mine
to make you understand
the feeling that
appears in every shadow,
a feeling as black as the darkness
is the melancholic secret key
to my broken heart.
Often I have only bare,
insignificant sentences and few syllables,
often incomprehensible,
muffled in the infinite time
that is being lost.
………………………Luigi Mirto
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Italiano
Immagine tratta dal Racconto Reportage ”Volti e Usanze della gente Siciliana”
”Un racconto reportage che è stato effettuato nei paesi, borgate, casolari e contrade nell’entroterra Siciliana allo scopo di far conoscere le usanze, i modi, le attività sociali e culturali, della bellissima Sicilia”
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English
Image from the story Reportage ”Faces and Customs of the people of Sicily"
"A narrative report that was made in the villages, hamlets, farmhouses and inland districts of Sicily in order to know the customs, manners, social and cultural activities, beautiful Sicily"
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The rain storm was breath-taking. But then I have always loved the majesty and magic of a thunderstorm. They always put me back in my place and remind me how really small and insignificant I really am in comparison. No tweeks on this, I took it straight out of the camera when we got home.
Immersed in absolute silence,
under a sky of distant stars,
I rediscover my being, insignificant
Immerso nel silenzio assoluto,
sotto un cielo di stelle lontane,
riscopro il mio essere, insignificante
So I was reading about Simon Newcomb, an astronomer and professor who, in 1902, said "Flight by machines heavier than air is unpractical and insignificant, if not utterly impossible".
Comby wasn't the only one having a laugh at the idea though. Everyone from Joseph LeConte, Lord Kelvin, Stanley Mosley, Lord Haldone and even Thomas Edison were joining in on calling BS.
So boys, check this out 🚁
IG: @j.a.y_daley
It seemed more like one of those feel good moments while the otter was rubbing the fur on its head, its eyes closed and the mouth just fell open. (Sea otters spend much time rubbing their dense fur, which puts more air in the fur, improving its insulation qualities.)
Enhydra lutris nereis,
Morro Bay, California
It may seem insignificant to many, but the eelgrass floating nearby is a very good sign. After massive die-off and repeated attempts to replant eelgrass, finally in the last two years or so there has been a rebound. Besides being structurally important to hold parts of the bottom of the bay in place, it is very important habitat for many small fish and invertebrates--a significant cog in the ecosystem.
"During the war, I began to appreciate life. I thought I wasn't afraid of death, but it turned out I was. I am afraid of the pain that you can feel when you die. I began to appreciate life much more. I realized that it is short and can break off at any moment, and I didn't have time for so many things. He spent his life on trifles, insignificant things, but time should be valued. Many people live as immortals. But facing death is a very important experience.”
/Pylyp Dukhliy, a signalman in the armed forces of Ukraine, before the war - a school director./
“На війні я почав цінувати життя. Я думав, що не боюся смерті, а виявилося, що боюся. Боюся болю, який можна відчути, коли помираєш. Я став цінувати життя набагато більше. Зрозумів, що воно коротке і в будь-який момент може обірватися, а я так багато чого не встиг. На дрібниці, несуттєві речі витрачав своє життя, а треба було цінувати час. Багато людей живуть, як безсмертні. Але зустріч зі смертю – це дуже важливий досвід.”
/Пилип Духлій, зв’язківець у збройних силах України, до війни - директор школи./
silent and still
I observe...
a tiny reflection of an ecosystem
in a drop of rain
insignificant to most
it pulls me in
pure admiration.
J'espérais faire d'une pierre deux coups et avoir à la fois un beau coucher de soleil et ce genre de photos à l'heure bleue. Malheureusement, le coucher de soleil était... insignifiant... et j'ai donc attendu environ une heure au froid par -5 ou -10 avec pour seule compagnie ma Thermos de café et quelques corbeaux. Mais pour un résultat très satisfaisant !
J'aime beaucoup les traînées de lumière qui serpentent jusque dans la vieille ville de Berne.
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I was hoping to kill two birds with one stone and get both a beautiful sunset and this kind of blue hour photo. Unfortunately, the sunset was... insignificant... and so I waited for about an hour in the cold at -5 or -10 degrees with only my Thermos of coffee and some crows (more than two birds !) for company. But the result was very satisfying!
I really like the trails of light that wind their way through the old town of Bern.
I like places of worship, although not using them myself to worship anything. But I admire, and respect the thought behind it. not an imposing, loud, and freightening place, or a place making false promises of a future no one is able to report back of.
I think, the need for evaluating, and reflecting on the happenings in ones life is universal. and these places make this possible. Eski Camii in Edirne.
...What we choose, we give away.
Why blame it on the vicissitudes of fate,
When the traveler will surely come
Where will his steps lead him?
There is no excuse for those who walk into the abyss,
Everyone understands the eternal law:
The light illuminates those who love the light,
Darkness consumes those who love darkness....
(Hieromonk of New Chersonesos)....I heard in a simple cell
An old man praying wonderfully
Prayed quietly before me:
"Father of men, Father of Heaven!
May Thy eternal name
Be sanctified by our hearts;
May Thy kingdom come,
May Thy will be done with us,
As in heaven, so on earth.
Give us daily bread
With Thy generous hand;
And as we forgive men,
So we, who are insignificant before Thee,
Forgive, O Father, Thy children;
Do not cast us into temptation,
And from the evil seduction
Deliver us!"
Before the cross
Thus he prayed. The light of the lamp
Shimmered in the darkness from afar,
And the heart felt the comfort
From the old man's prayer.
(A.S. Pushkin)
This was from last spring. Somehow it did not find its way to Flickr until now. Sometimes I am in the certain mood and I browse the photos trying to find ones that fit the mood. Then, something forgotten and insignificant at the time, becomes interesting. Like tenderness of leaves in contrast to strong pastel tones in the blurred background. At the time, I probably knew what was the blurred thing. Now with that information lost, it gets a whole new feeling.
Big walls rise in the horizon everywhere you look, it's amazing how the nature make us look so insignificant...
Der Rotkopfwürger (Lanius senator) ist ein Singvogel der Gattung Lanius aus der Familie der Würger (Laniidae). Das Verbreitungsgebiet dieses bis auf die nordwestafrikanischen Populationen obligaten Zugvogels ist auf die Westpaläarktis beschränkt, wo er in vier Unterarten vorkommt. Die Verbreitung ist auf der Iberischen Halbinsel flächig, ansonsten lückenhaft. Die Überwinterungsgebiete liegen in der Sahelzone südlich der Sahara. Die seit etwa 50 Jahren immer kleiner werdenden Brutvorkommen des Rotkopfwürgers in Mitteleuropa sind mittlerweile weitgehend erloschen.
Der Rotkopfwürger ernährt sich im Unterschied zu den meisten anderen Lanius-Arten fast ausschließlich von größeren Insekten. Andere Wirbellose sowie Wirbeltiere werden nur gelegentlich und in meist unbedeutenden Mengen verzehrt. Große Käfer, Heuschrecken, Zikaden und Grillen bilden die Hauptbestandteile der Nahrung.
Bei großem Mangel an Insekten verzehren Rotkopfwürger auch Schnecken, Ringelwürmer, Tausendfüßer und Spinnen. Wirbeltiere, wie Mäuse, kleine Singvögel, Eidechsen oder Frösche gehören ins Beutespektrum der Art, werden aber nur bei besonders günstiger Gelegenheit oder bei Knappheit der Hauptbeutetiere erbeutet. Ausnahmsweise nimmt der Rotkopfwürger pflanzliche Kost auf, wie Maulbeeren und Früchte verschiedener Prunus-Arten.
Quelle: de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotkopfw%C3%BCrger
The Woodchat Shrike (Lanius senator) is a songbird of the genus Lanius in the shrike family (Laniidae). The range of this migratory bird, which is obligate except for the northwest African populations, is restricted to the Western Palearctic, where it occurs in four subspecies. The distribution is extensive on the Iberian Peninsula, otherwise patchy. The wintering areas are in the Sahel south of the Sahara. The breeding occurrences of the Red-headed Shrike in Central Europe, which have been decreasing for about 50 years, are now largely extinct.
Unlike most other Lanius species, the Woodchat Shrike feeds almost exclusively on larger insects. Other invertebrates and vertebrates are consumed only occasionally and usually in insignificant quantities. Large beetles, grasshoppers, cicadas and crickets form the main components of the diet.
When there is a great shortage of insects, Red-headed Shrikes also consume snails, annelids, millipedes and spiders. Vertebrates such as mice, small songbirds, lizards or frogs are part of the species' prey spectrum, but are only taken when the opportunity is particularly favourable or when the main prey is scarce. Exceptionally, the Woodchat Shrike takes plant food, such as mulberries and fruits of various Prunus species.
Here's a photo that I have just come across. I am the hiker seen in the beallach under Beinn Achaladair which we had just descended. Behind Mark who took this photo is the slightly higher Munro, Beinn a' Chreachain.
For various reasons I haven't been able to get out in the snow this winter, so fingers crossed there will be one last snowfall to come that I can take advantage of.
Photo taken by my pal Mark.
I'm always excited when a new iteration of Drune opens both because they're always SO fun to explore and also for the photographic opportunities (and unique challenges) present within.
I've had this shot in my hip pocket for a few days trying to decide if I'd enter it in the photo contest (still going on! See the marvelous Sparklebottom Lasertits' post HERE ). While I'm not happy enough with it to do so, I'll still share with all you lovelies.
This is the second time I've done something on the theme of falling to my death in Drune. I'm not sure what it is about the place that draws me in that direction. I'm sure part of it is the incredible verticality present that I always want to show off in some way, but there's something more primal going on--Something in the wind of this big, rough, exotic and dangerous future that whispers in the ear of an insignificant little girl "Join me."
A couple tourist overlook part of the canyon. They certainly give scale to show the vast size and depth!
Taken near a loo out along Canyon de Chelly, NP in Arizona.
Some of my favorite photographic botanical subjects have an elusive identity. Yet, whenever I talk walks in our neighborhood, I make a point of looking for these under-appreciated wild weeds. As A. A. Milne said, 'Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.'
Awe can make us feel small and insignificant. I like that feeling. Coyote Gulch dished up awe around every bend. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. Apparently multiple health benefits can be obtained from experiencing awe. Maybe we crave that feeling and get our fix on Flickr or from getting out into the natural world.
This image shows the magnificent sunset that occurred on the south coast of Cornwall on 23rd January 2023. From what started out as a dim glow on the distant horizon, the glow then transformed into a sky that was ablaze with deep burning pinks and oranges. It was hard to know where to point the camera, but the light show lasted a fair while - maybe 20+ minutes in total, so I was able to try about half a dozen different compositions. In this image, I wanted to show how relatively insignificant the village of Porthleven is in relation to the vastness of the sea
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Las pequeñas cosas...
Serie - Foto S.S Águilas 2 de ...
Las pequeñas cosas son muy importantes.
En una relación, las cosas grandes son las más insignificantes…
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The small things are very important... In a relation, the big things are the small things.
My first attempts to photograph frost...
I was freezing my ... hands ... off, as well as most other body parts, crawling in the frost will do that to you... :) So I didn't really take good enough care to the details, composition, DoF control, focus... such small, insignificant details seemed less important in the larger scheme of things... :)
thanks GLM, for the new title... :) I'd say he passed 2,42 cm, wouldn't you say? :)
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Scotland's Buachaille Etive Mor waterfall with a kiss of light illuminating the 1021m peak for Stob Dearg in the backdrop. That touch of light may seem insignificant but it actually makes the image for me drawing the eye in through the scene. This was taken around 2 months ago but it really seems like 2 years ago now. Strange times indeed! Take care everyone - we'll get through this ✊ #scotland #photography #glencoe
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