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A few questions...
Are you a photographer if no one sees your images?
Have you locked yourself into a box due to social media because you want to have the "LIKES & FAVS"?
How many of you have passed up a photographic opportunity because the subject 'wasn't something you would post for the world to see'? I know I have, many times over the years. I know I am more than just an "Landscape, Outdoor, Nature" Photographer, I AM A PHOTOGRAPHER, period. Photography is a form of art, which is how we as photographers communicate to the world. I love photographing many different subjects depending on my mood, I just only shared a few here..but that is changing.
This is my self introspective journey, if you like it you do, if not that okay because these images are not to garnish a bunch of Favs, but rather explore my own self.
Thanks for reading!!
The foreshore near the Tasman Bridge on the eastern shore near Lindisfarne, Tasmania.
Such a long time since I was here.
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
--Echo & the Bunnymen
Ongoing exploration of work as I develop a potential series "Introspective Illumination". This project is a deeply personal exploration of mindfulness and self-reflection. It is set against the relentless pace of our hyperconnected society with its incessant urgency and the pervasive challenge of accomplishing more in less time. The project seeks to juxtapose the relentless pursuit for efficiency and productivity with the inherent human need for rest and contemplation.
This place has stirred a somewhat mysterious curiosity for me ever since I spotted it on my OL-1 whilst getting to know the geography and cartography of High Peak.
Crow Stones is located near the northern border of the national park and is one of the most isolated spots in the Peak District, it’s home to some stunning gritstone sculptures and sits amongst a carpet of heather that covers the moorland for miles around.
The effort to get there started on my bike, cycling from Thornhill to Fairholmes a great way to get the muscles warmed up for sure. I followed the eastern edge of Derwent reservoir for the first leg of my hike and peeled off the path at Hey Bank, which heralded the start of a long ascent up to Howden Moor. On Nether Hey a sense of peace and calm enveloped me like a cosy blanket, this changed upon cresting onto Featherbed Moss where the feeling changed to that of an introspective isolation.
The feeling once again changed when I left the marked path at Cut Gate End and embarked along the narrowest little trail through the heather. A feeling of curiosity carried me along and my mind started to think on the others who had followed this same little pathway and what they experienced on their own solitary meditations. My walk hit a sombre note as I passed the wreckage of an Airspeed Consul that crashed on 12th April 1951. Operated by Icelandic Air, the aircraft was being ferried from Croydon to Reykjavík via Liverpool and Prestwick when the pilot Pall Magnusson became disorientated and descended through cloud straight into the hillside. Sadly the crash killed him, wireless operator; Alexander Watson and passenger; Johann Rist on a deadly day for aviation in High Peak that also claimed two RAF Meteor F Mk.8’s at Black Hill.
I paid my respects and carried on towards Crow Stones Edge with palpable excitement and once I arrived, didn’t quite know what to do with myself...a proverbial kid in a sweet shop. I arrived with about an hour to spare before the golden hour, I carefully considered and refined a few different compositions on the southern side of the sculptures which was set to catch the side-light I wanted. I shot right through golden, sunset and into blue hour. Out of the large number of photos I took, this one had perfect combination of light and colour, the ambient light from the post-sunset blush reflecting off the gritstone to create a slight magenta glow.
My day ended with a dark, dark hike back down to Fairholmes. A feeling of slight apprehension kept my wits up as I navigated down off the moors with only that which was being illuminated by my head-torch visible to me, eventually my mind eased into a stillness that I find can only come from hiking at night and thus my day came to and end.
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The monochromatic image, with its soft focus and gentle lighting, evokes a dreamlike quality. The subject, seen from behind, appears to be contemplating or lost in thought as they gaze out a window or into a reflective surface. The lack of distinct facial features adds to the ethereal nature of the scene, allowing viewers to project their own emotions and interpretations onto the figure. The high contrast between light and shadow emphasises the introspective mood, perhaps reflecting the subject's inner thoughts and feelings. The overall atmosphere suggests a moment of quiet introspection or a glimpse into the subject's inner world, inviting viewers to contemplate their own emotions and experiences.
Last sunset of my 50's yesterday ... it'd been a tumultuous decade personally and had me feeling very introspective and somewhat maudline.
Well that was my 50's .. today I'm a sexagenarian looking forward to more sharing more stories and hopefully seeing more of the world.
As for the shot....
This gent saw me linning up along the pier at Primbee and hurried to get thru the frame so so he wouldn't wreck my shot ... for which I'm thankful.
Olympus OM-1 w M.Zuiko 12-40/2.8 Pro
ISO80 f/3.5 26mm 0ev
Single frame raw developed in DxO PhotoLab 7, colour graded in Nik 7 Color Efex and Luminar Neo, finished off back in PhotoLab.
Primbee Pier, Warrawong, NSW
This work is about Hong Kong and essentially an introspective examination of a phenomenon that I experienced during my stay in the vertical alpha city. By capturing urban and suburban places, I tried to explore the intriguing shifts in my spatial perception.
I will upload a small selection of photographs from the series here on Flickr.
As for the complete series, I was able to publish it as a limited edition photo book.
If you are interested, you can buy it here for 20,- €:
“Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.“
- Eudora Welty
Self portrait made by reflection in mirror. I'm currently fascinated with reflections; soft and somewhat obscure, moody ones. I like this one better when viewed on black:
The Street Of The Cathedral by Daniel Arrhakis (2018)
With the music : Phil Rey - In Excelsis (feat. Felicia Farerre)
youtu.be/N0piDWcWLys?list=RD_yV--1FqtzU
Along a narrow road lined with stained glass Gothic windows , a strange character comes in with his long blue cloak. The calm walking reveals the red silk between the steps and a mystic symbol embroidered on the back, "Ehl Dhuryan".
Her watchful eye remains in the center of that bridge connecting the two buildings while as she speaks to her golden wolf.
- Erk look ! The Winged Lion Bridge connecting the two naves of the Cathedral of Asghardhya !!
How she missed that place while introspectively elevates the spirit to her memories, but also to the White Mountain that left behind, after all she is The Lady Of The White Mountain, The Lady of the Wolves, Lady of Elche or what they called The Green Lady in reference to his highly respected Mystic Green Order in this Kingdom of Krudhyn.
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The whole palazzo was covered with reproductions of Persian rugs for the exhibit. --- --- --- www.flickr.com/photos/136891509@N07/31358111431/in/album-... --- --- --- Rudolf Stingel conceived this exhibition especially for Palazzo Grassi. Given the utmost freedom of execution, Stingel has completely transformed the museum, filling the entire space with an oriental carpet. Moving beyond the idea of two-dimensionality that is conventionally associated with painting, the exhibition aims to subvert the usual spatial relationship between a painting and viewer.
The carpet evokes the thousand-year history of Venice, the ‘Most Serene Republic’, but also recalls the Middle-European culture so loved by the artist; for example, we are reminded of Sigmund Freud’s early twentieth-century Viennese study. This reference undoubtedly provides a key to interpreting this installation: on entering the ‘labyrinth’, an all-encompassing feeling and sensorial experience transport us towards the transcendence of the Ego, by means of its removal and its ghosts. The nearly thirty paintings exhibited suggest presences that are ‘buried’ in memory, and removed experiences that thrive again. The architectural space becomes an introspective and projective space, silent and welcoming, suitable for meditation: but Stingel’s work alters our visual and spatial perception of it, suggesting a new, rarified and suspenseful atmosphere in which the silver, white and black of the paintings stands out like so many other ‘openings’ on Venice, in an another dimension.
From the Palazzo Grassi website
"Tu propio carácter no plantea preguntas, no necesita respuestas. Tu propio carácter es luz, está lleno de luz. No sabe de oscuridades; jamás se ha topado con la oscuridad.
Jamás habrás visto semejante belleza, en ninguna otra parte. Es la experiencia más hermosa de la vida, y cuando hayas visto tu propio loto de luz, tu propio loto floreciendo, el ego habrá acabado para siempre."
Osho
Fotografía: Sole Picado.
Editada por mí
Coronavirus has altered our life dynamic; it has taken what is always available for free - fresh air, and smile; it has broken what we thought wouldn't be broken - connection. How heartbreaking it is to be unable to get closer to those whom we want to!
For a period of time SL appeared to be a solution - we rushed to SL for breathing, for bonding.
No, it is not. After the spark, we still felt something was missing - the real bonding, the imperfect life. Before long, people would rather suffer the inconvenience and intermittent connection, and return to RL.
Don't get me wrong, SL is not unreal. It is part of the reality realized in pixels and imagination. Unfortunately, SL is never sufficient enough to sustain a satisfying and meaningful life.
Some people say that there is no need to be too serious about SL. I beg to differ. I would be serious about people who treat me sincerely. But, I will learn to take it for what it is. It's a reality in another form, but definitely should not be taken as it's everything.
What coronavirus has not taken is our sanity, love and hope.
At these these are the thoughts I have for the time being. Maybe I will change my mind as I evolve. As you are enjoying the excitement of SL, don't forget to take care of your RL.
Although the connection in sl is not as deep as RL's, it doesn't not mean we can manipulate others and take advantage of others.
Let's be humble, be introspective about what failed, and learn to kind with others.
May peace be with you all the time.
Latte
24 Dec 2020
"introspective" is word learned this week at school.
Saying hello to all dear friends here,have happy weekend^^
hugs,yumi xox
Week 40|52
(HEALING PROCESS)
Personal post.
Picture and processing by me.
DO NOT USE WITHOUT MY AUTHORIZATION.
I got back this week from an 18 day trip to Australia. It was the most massive whirlwind. I started in Sydney and then traveled to Auckland, and afterwards travelled to Hobbiton and explored some caves. After that it was off to Melbourne and the countryside. I taught 5 workshops while I was there in those 3 cities, and hardly got any personal shooting time in because the tourist in me came out. I wanted to see everything! I ate amazing food on King st. in Sydney, took mega photos of the Hobbit homes, went rafting in a cave, and explored the forests and waterfalls of VIC. I will never forget my trip down under, and can't wait to be back for the AIPP convention in Perth next year!
While I was teaching a workshop in Winchelsea (Good ole "Winch" as we came to call it) I stumbled upon this room in the mansion we had booked. I instantly found a story within those walls and the character I wanted to create, so this is one part of a bigger (yet still mini) series about being cracked, flawed, and powerful.
I hope that you're ending your year with a bang. I know I have been very introspective lately, thinking a lot about what I want to fix about myself next year...and I can't wait to get started now.
Model: Stephanie Perez
This work is about Hong Kong and essentially an introspective examination of a phenomenon that I experienced during my stay in the vertical alpha city. By capturing urban and suburban places, I tried to explore the intriguing shifts in my spatial perception.
I will upload a small selection of photographs from the series here on Flickr.
As for the complete series, I was able to publish it as a limited edition photo book.
If you are interested, you can buy it here for 20,- €: buchhaltung-verlag.de/invisiblehorizons.html
tucked away in the labyrinthine heart of valencia's old town, 'little chinatown' breathes quietly through this frame. the shuttered neighbor sleeps, while a solitary figure casts a gentle spell of life within an open doorway. here, cultures weave together, a tapestry of distant homelands carried on the scents of exotic spices and the muffled clinks of kitchenware. it's a whispered dialogue between the vibrant chaos of day and the introspective silence of night, a single snapshot capturing the story of a neighborhood's slumber and the wakeful diligence of those who stir while the city dreams.
andrew gets really quiet and introspective when we venture out into nature.
it is one of the things i love about him.
I blogged our latest adventure out to see the butterflies with more of my friends from last night:
tumbleweedineden.wordpress.com/2012/05/28/blog-post-100/
It is my 100th blog post!
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In the air
Across the sea, across the land
Going
Everywhere, meeting everyone
Around the globe, around your head
Across
Your soul, all through your brain
Meeting everyone, going everywhere...
Blessed are the travelers, those who belong nowhere...
I n the air
Traveling further than my thoughts can go...
I n the air again
Searching,
Finding
Forgetting, remembering
How it goes...
Different cultures,
Different traditions
Different languages, different approaches
Of the
World...
World within our eyes, confronted by the outside...
I n the air again
Far - of destination, constant vacation...
I n the air again
Searching, finding
Forgetting, remembering
How it goes...
Introspective
Trip
Initiative voyages
All along...
dedicated to a stranger.. i met in facebook. "YUMMA"
Kerið . Grímsnes . 64°N, 20°W .
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Kerið crater was at first a volcanic cone which erupted and emptied its magma reserve. Once the magma was depleted, the weight of the cone totally collapsed into the empty magma chamber. Now, the visible pool of water in the crater is at the same level as the water table.
“Introspective” began with the idea to photographically document the arctic and sub-arctic regions of six different countries using some of the last remaining Kodak Aerochrome infrared film in existence. Due to political and economic pressures for development that are beginning to overrule environmental preservation, not to mention the effects of a warming climate, the Arctic, as we know it today, will soon be unrecognizable. My journey of roughly three months took many unexpected turns, including living for a week in rural villages of Kenya and watching a father and son gut a seal in Greenland. Yet, the more zig-zagging around the world I did, the more it seemed everything was connected. “Introspective” became a personal Odyssey, one of searching for inner clarity by seeing and photographing the marvels of the natural world.
For the rest of the journal visit zvereff.com/journal/introspective/
This work is about Hong Kong and essentially an introspective examination of a phenomenon that I experienced during my stay in the vertical alpha city. By capturing urban and suburban places, I tried to explore the intriguing shifts in my spatial perception.
I will upload a small selection of photographs from the series here on Flickr.
As for the complete series, I was able to publish it as a limited edition photo book.
If you are interested, you can buy it here for 20,- €: www.buchhaltung-verlag.de/invisiblehorizons.html
January 30, 2016
Introspective:
[in-truh-spek-tiv]
adjective
1. characterized by introspection, the act or process of looking into oneself.
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The kids found a game today called Bean-boozled, or something like that. It's basically a game of chance, there's a bunch of jelly beans and a variety of flavours. Only some flavours are vomit, rotten egg and so on. Here's Sylvia's middle child trying to decide what to choose next.
She was on a run of bag luck and had managed to choose 3 bad flavours in a row! But she's a champ and actually ate them all, her sister would spit out the bad flavours, but this champion ate them all!
Anyway, hope everyone has had a good day.
Click "L" for a larger view.
Life changes. You change. It's the only constant.
Three weeks ago I made a day trip to Las Pozas, the estate of the late Edward James. James was a sculptor cum patron of the surrealist movement. He was close friends with Salvador Dali and Andre Breton; in fact, Dali basically said James was completely bat shit and the craziest person he had ever met! James built a pleasure garden of surreal sculpture and architecture deep in the rain forests of the Sierra Madre Oriental mountains in eastern Mexico. By map and finger tracing, it's a two hour drive from San Miguel, but in reality its a slow, winding 6 hour journey along deadman curves along two thousand foot cliffs. On a good road trip, you can put your mind to pasture and melt into your music, but this drive demands the nervous vigilance of cobra charmers and chainsaw jugglers. But the view is to die for...literally. Sheer cliffs of slutty green rain forest where the clouds are a quarter mile below surround you for grindingly slow, hard right, hard left, brake riding hours. At one moment, I came out of a sharp turn to face this gorgeous tropical chasm and I smiled, just as I went into another sharp turn. For some reason, someone had laid down gravel in this next blind curve. Gravel has a low traction coefficient. Enter Newton and classical circular motion physics. Gravel slides. I slid with the efficient centrifugal force of failure towards the cliff edge.
Ah Death, we meet again, you mountebank.
All the while, Shirley Bassey is crooning the James Bond classic 'You Only Live Twice' on my iPod.
Your life doesn't flash before your eyes. Adrenaline is not an introspective drug.
Shit. The only rational image in my head was that I was going to fall into a pool of green for several minutes and no one would ever know where I died. I was going to disappear. Pebble in a pond. You hear these lamentable stories of folks driving off I-95 in Florida into a swamp groove, trapped by broken limbs, living off packets of ketchup until death collects them and road crews find the remains several weeks later. I wasn't going to be that fortunate. I was three hours away from the nearest nowhere.
This dream is for you, so pay the price.
Make one dream come true, you only live twice.
I want to pause for a minute to lay down a shout out to the brainstem and its 500,000 million year of fight-flight reflex programming. The brainstem doesn't wait around for the frontal lobe to form a quorum. He's the ultimate go-to guy once adrenaline wakes him up.
My brainstem turned hard against the turn, cutting the kinetic slide into the forest maw and the truck came to a slow stop right at the edge of the road. Final scene forstalled.
And life restarted. Again.
Its a crying shame we need these cataclysmic events to quiet the muddled congress of our thoughts. Everything becomes a very simple calculus when you get it that life is not short and it is not long. It just is. There is no shortcut out of the maze of mirrors. You are here and then you are not. Normally we come to this point and think, 'Hey, life has no guarantees so the smart play is to live for today, seize the day, live for the moment,' but that's just living life like a serial one-night stander. You wake the next morning feeling a little sated but seedy. Its the gambler's path, irrationally betting everything that the next roll will be the big payoff. Conversely, the long view is its own delusion. It suckers and succors you that everything will be taken care in time, that patience is the toll for success. You let yourself fall asleep to dream about tomorrow.
Here's my prescription the good life: be alive. Take chances. Forget trying to look around the next blind curve. Do something new, not to notch your belt, but to extend yourself into that space where your fear holds court. Live with dignity - protect it in yourself and share it freely with others. Be moderately immoderate. Listen more. Speak with sincerity. Forgive yourself completely, but forgive others more. Yes, life is a wonderful wine cellar to taste and enjoy, but learn to make wine yourself and share it with your friends. Being angry and being afraid are your greatest enemies. Shoot them on sight, but better, give them compassion and honesty; you'll find more often than not that they will willingly surrender the floor once they have been heard. But dont hesitate to put those recalcitrant, tantrumy little bitches on time out if need be and get back to living. The biggest thing is this: Life is not about winning the lottery in the Now or some Tomorrow. For that matter, lottery winners almost always end up broke and broken.
Life is about how you live.
Go figure. It takes a deadman's curve to be alive. Who knew?
Go live, friends, right now...and tomorrow.
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Yes it is the diaphragm blades you see - I was amazed to see them!
Exposure: 30 sec
The only light source: moon
I have a dream, in a galaxy far, far away! Once upon a time, in a mightily different world we could and did travel to places that could blow our mind. This was one of those places.
When we are planning to go somewhere on a holiday we have never been before, we often envisage it in our mind. Look up photos somewhere on the net, read Lonely Planet books (probably a bit old fashioned now) or just get tips from others. But some places are just so far from what one imagines, you are left in awe. And this was one for us, a mouth gaping and unexpected place.
While this photo was taken on our second visit in 2015, this city left us breathless in its majesty whenever we stood on its main street and looked around. We could never have imagined what the eye could see that little else could demonstrate the reality of.
This tram or light rail vehicle if you want to use the modern nomenclature is descending the hill down South St. Andrew Street, Edinburgh, Scotland and is about to turn to its right into the main thoroughfare of town, Princes Street. It's in what is known as the New Town. If I turned 180 degrees I could look across Princes Street Gardens in the valley below and then up to the rear of the buildings lining the Royal Mile on the rise on the other side, the famous street (really six streets in one) that runs uphill to the right and Edinburgh Castle sitting on its rock high above the city. A truly magnificent sight.
COVID-19 has changed our world in ways we see and in ways we cannot begin to imagine. It's been some 18 months now and grappling with an ever mutating virus and populations who are ever more wary on one hand and ever more anxious to break out on the other, we still see no end. It's taught us a lot, much of it worse than a big policeman's boot up the backside but I know one thing when I look back at pictures like this, I am thankful for the life and opportunities we had in life and hope and pray that one day, especially for those yet to experience them, whatever they are that at some stage we will get back to normality or even better than what we would regard as normal. That's my retrospective and introspective for today.
By the way, before I leave this minor tome, I should mention that the good food people of Edinburgh who serve up some mighty fare round town think the electro-magnetic fields caused by the trams have acted rather like the Pied Piper and stirred up the rats. At least they told us so and we saw and we believe! To be fair, we saw one rat in a cafe close to this spot and that's what the staff told us and the others who were standing on chairs while they "dealt" with the problem! One of those funny travel experiences. We had more than one in that cafe but the other is for another time.