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Limestone sculpture by Nicolas Moreton in the garden of Ashridge House, Hertfordshire. Leica M8, Elmar 90/4. Not interested in the voices out there. Happy in his selfishness. Denying that he is in a relationship to others, the world, and the Unknown. "Homo incurvatus in se", the human being turning inward and onto themselves, has been since the days of Augustine and Luther the theological definition of sin.
You cannot just brush the surface of a culture and pretend that you have found the answer. We must turn inward to the deepest of our own roots to find the very best of who we are.
The returning Vintage Trains 'Castle Double-Header' stands in Birmingham Snow Hill, with No. 5043 'Earl of Mount Edgcumbe' leading 7029 'Clun Castle. The train is 1Z43, 1501 ex-Didcot Parkway. The return working was notable for a storming ascent of Hatton Bank, which was breasted at 62 mph despite being denied a run at the bank by a proceeding Chiltern Railways service. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
During COVID, Like so many others, I've turned inward, so, a metal sculpture in our living room, we named "Chopper", got a new, menacing look.
with Neckera douglasii
image about 4.5cm across
"This distinctive species has shoots that roll inward, curling into fiddleheads when dry , but completely transforming when moist into lush arrays of horizontal to descending feathery shoots." - McCune & Hutten 2018 Common Mosses of Western Oregon and Washington
Dendroalsia abietina is an important component of the bryoflora of western North America. Its primary range extends from the Channel Islands and Los Angeles County northward throughout cismontane California, Oregon, and Washington, to Vancouver Island (Georgia Straits) and southwestern British Columbia mostly south of 50˚ north latitude. [multiple disjuncts mentioned] - Flora of North America
much more common in CA than here in WA
1/1/2019 WNPS outing - Spring Lake / Lake Desire Park
bryophyteportal.org/portal/imagelib/search.php
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my photos arranged by subject - www.flickr.com/photos/29750062@N06/collections
“The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.” ~Carl Sagan
Carl is like my John Muir for space and science.
I developed a fascination with Astronomy around the age of 10, when I watched the movie "Contact" for the first time. Soon after, I got my first telescope for Christmas, an 8 inch Dobsonian. I spent so many cold winter nights outside with it by myself in the forest I grew up in, learning constellations, Messier objects, and how to star hop to find elusive galaxies and nebulae. Sometimes I heard coyotes howling, or deer hooves in the bushes. Just me and nature and my telescope. I also learned that whenever you take a moment to stare at the night sky, you will see something amazing--maybe a satellite, space station, or a shooting star. Or maybe something unexplainable to you...but always something beautiful and thought provoking.
Funny thing is, I ended up in my career because of my childhood love for astronomy. It led me to an interest in studying things I couldn't see on the other end of the spectrum, microscopically. It's how I ended up studying chemical reactions and living cells, little universes in themselves. All that time staring outward, led me inward. As Carl says, we are the way for the universe to know itself.
Taken somewhere in the Olympic Wilderness, near the Washington coast.
The photos were captured in a remote village in Mettur, Tamilnadu, which I visited after having my second dose of Covid vaccine. Though the people live in poverty, their hearts are very big and they showered their love and affection on me in plenty. 11-04-2021
Artwork ©jackiecrossley
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21/05/2025, Inward at the Port of Gladstone, Queensland, Australia.
An Australian owned and operated landing craft.
Operator: TAMS Group Queensland Pty. Ltd.,Gladstone.
Built for owners in the UAE.
Keel laid on 15/12/2020, launched on 25/10/2011, & completed on 17/01/2012, by Sapor Shipyard Sdn Bhd, New Maling, Sibu, Sarawak, Malaysia (93)
490 g.t. & 1,500 dwt., as:
'Umm al Kurkum' to 2012, &
'Kaleen' since.
"Hombre vence al hierro" (Tuercebarras), Jesús Lizaso (2006), Bilbao, Vizcaya, País Vasco, España.
La escultura representa un personaje masculino de gran envergadura en posición semisedente. Con los talones apoyados en el suelo, porta entre sus manos una barra de grandes dimensiones que pretende doblegar. Su cabeza mira hacia el cielo con una gestualidad muy acentuada. Parece que se abstrae por completo del mundo para centrarse en su interior y doblar con dificultad una barra.
La obra de grandes dimensiones alcanza los dos metros de altura y 700 kilogramos de peso y destaca por su marcada expresividad y el tratamiento de la anatomía humana. Es una escultura que se caracteriza por el tratamiento del volumen mediante el modelado de una gran masa que le otorga contundencia, enfatizada por el material que la conforma y sus dimensiones. Las formas anatómicas del personaje están exageradas para otorgarle mayor expresividad y dramatismo, en una clara inspiración en el impresionismo escultórico que representan artistas como Rodin.
The sculpture represents a large male character in a semi-sitting position. With his heels resting on the ground, he carries a large bar in his hands that he intends to bend. His head looks towards the sky with a very accentuated gesture. He seems to completely withdraw from the world to focus inward and bend a bar with difficulty.
The large work reaches two meters in height and 700 kilograms in weight and stands out for its marked expressiveness and treatment of human anatomy. It is a sculpture that is characterized by the treatment of volume through the modeling of a large mass that gives it forcefulness, emphasized by the material that makes it up and its dimensions. The anatomical shapes of the character are exaggerated to give it greater expressiveness and drama, clearly inspired by the sculptural impressionism represented by artists like Rodin.
Loved our conversation about WW’s inward world that he turned into outward world poetry. It’s inspiring how pain inside can create beauty outside 💚♥️💚
"GHOST, n. The outward and visible sign of an inward fear."
- Ambrose Bierce
* Repost for the series Stories Behind.
- A street photography series.
* Holga double exposure / no post production.
cookie cutters edge on, natural light reflecting and casting shadows,
Others in this Blue World can be seen here:
A world of shadows:
A world of light:
This shrub, which is native to Western North America, has tremendous appeal for butterflies.
Note the proboscis, a pair of conjoined tubes that a butterfly unrolls to sip nectar. According to Wikipedia: "Each tube is inwardly concave, thus forming a central tube up which moisture is sucked . . . [in response] to the contraction and expansion of a sac in the head."
Quail Hollow Ranch County Park, Santa Cruz County, California
There is no shortage of external inspiration. Open your eyes and look and you'll be dazzled by it. But it's nothing if you fail to see the magic, wonder and potential that resides within.
― Rasheed Ogunlaru
Old Sheldon Chruch ruins. This shot was taken from the outdise where part of a wall had fallen. This is looking in on where the congregation would have gathered.
“Excuse me. Would you take our photo please?” Inwardly I groaned as Ali hid behind me and made noises about them passing their phone to the “proper photographer.” Did they not realise that I had a “proper photograph” to take? It wasn’t the first time this had happened on a Zakynthian clifftop and it wasn’t the first time I felt an overwhelming urge to launch said phone over the abyss in favour of setting my tripod up and furrowing my brow. After all, I don’t need to tell you that the light doesn’t last for long do I? Instead I smiled politely, only just about disguising the grimace behind the mask as the handsome young couple, clad from head to foot in white linen and cotton, set themselves up for the pose. To our horror they sat right at the edge, dangling their legs over the side of the cliff, all three hundred metres of it. I wasted no time in rattling off a volley of shots before either of them disappeared over the precipice. At any given moment, there could easily have only been one, or even neither of them in the shot. All I will say is that a lifetime in Cornwall gives you a healthy regard for the dangers of crumbling cliffs. And just to add to the mix, they do have the odd earthquake in the Ionian islands. It was no surprise to learn that a few people have come to a very abrupt end here. We stayed a couple of yards from the edge, with my tripod halfway in between, just about in reach.
Myzithres was one of the sights I’d immediately earmarked as I researched what I was expecting to be a relatively limited number of photography hotspots on Zakynthos. A pair of pleasingly proportioned white sea stacks set against an azure sea seemed an obvious spot to try and grab a shot. And after spending the earlier part of the afternoon on the beach at Alykes, we set off for the opposite side of the island, winding up the slopes along quiet roads through peaceful villages and seemingly endless olive groves. As we twisted and turned towards the west, the sun dazzled and the already filthy windscreen became a kaleidoscope of yellow and gold. I tried the washer, but that only made things worse as the dust smeared across my view in concentric arches. I just hoped there weren’t any stray cyclists wobbling their way up the slopes, because I really couldn’t see very much from behind the wheel. It’s a good job the speed limit is a pedestrian fifty kilometres per hour almost everywhere you go - even less in the towns and villages.
After what seemed an age, we arrived at the hilltop village of Keri, just a mile or so from our destination. “Is this really the way? I hope this is a one way street!” I complained to my navigator as we descended a steep narrow road past an assortment of houses on the far side. It seemed it really was the way, but it wasn’t a one way street at all. At least nothing came from the other direction until just after we’d passed through and the road had widened a little. I wasn’t looking forward to making the return journey in the darkness, but then again you have to suffer don’t you? A mile later we found the large car park next to the Keri Lighthouse restaurant and the worryingly named “Summer Vibes.” All fears about the latter were immediately confirmed as we climbed out of the car, to be greeted by a wall of “chillout” music from an unseen speaker. Quite why people feel this need to drown out the perfect silence of nature I’ve never understood. Chillout music has the exact opposite effect as far as I’m concerned.
And a number of people had evidently strayed from Summer Vibes - all good looking young couples who’d followed the path in search of selfies at the viewpoint over the stacks of Myzithres. Well apart from the animated young man who was making a timelapse film. He wasn’t wearing white, nor did he have a significant other to accompany him. He told us he’d been wandering around the clifftops for several days here, scouting out a range of viewpoints. There was something in his demeanour and enthusiasm that made me wonder whether he meant that literally - although I couldn’t see a tent anywhere among the pines. He was even more daring than the young couple in white as he grabbed onto a few strands of vegetation that itself was clinging to the bare edges of the vertical drop. “This is the best spot,” he gushed as he leaned out over the edge. I couldn’t watch.
Bidding him to take care, we returned to this view, where the gentle golden hour light played on the stacks. Unusually, the wide angle lens became my best friend as I opened up the big view, the evening glow touching the earth and the sea, the immediate foreground earthy tones offsetting the blues below. A scene so wide that even to the naked eye we could see the curvature of the earth at the horizon. I’d hoped for a sky to remember, but a bank of low clouds held the pinks at bay. At least there were no sudden screams from fifty metres to the south of us. Timelapse Man and the beautiful people had all made it through the experience in one piece. We walked back towards the car, for a few moments enjoying the sounds of sweet birdsong against the backdrop of the softly breathing Ionian Sea. And then the strains of that chillout music began to take over once more. Despite the noise we had to go and take a look - just to make sure we’d chosen the best viewpoint. Were it not for the occasional flash of lightning over the sea we probably wouldn’t have bothered.
The drive back to Alykanas in the dark proved rather less bewildering than the outbound leg. No glaring sunlight and hardly any traffic at all. And best of all, no chillout music. The beautiful people could keep that for themselves.
"For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well."
Psalm 139:14-15
“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.”
- Mark Twain
I'm great at denial.
For some reason I think I'll be young forever and that there's lots of time to do all the things I want to do... I want to be an actress, a photographer, an architect, an artist and a designer... (I sound like an 8 year old)... why is it all so hard?! : (
I know I should pick one thing and run with it but is it so impossible to want it all?
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“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.”
William Wordsworth
Inwardly groaned when I saw the 'use of tripod' in the theme description has mine has disappeared somewhere!
Improvised camera support with a pack of tissues and a drinks coaster, lit with a blue LED finger light.
I tried making a Frankensteins Lab kind of shot, linking up two objects with light but ended up preferring this simpler composition.
HMM! Theme: Light Painting
Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) Raptor Tree, Thomson Marsh, Kelowna, BC.
Auditioning to perform with Cirque de Ciel?
I have photographed this before but, of course, it keeps getting worse. The growth from the roof over the entrance is a nice touch. The entrance is solidly tilting to the left side. It appears that a foundation problem is taking this place down.
Someone continues to cut the grass of this lost cause.