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There is only so much I can do with my Canon SX30 but I am learning. Taken from my kayak on the Kalamazoo River between New Richmond and Douglas, Michigan. July 27, 2012.
Leonard: Why are you learning Chinese?
Sheldon: I believe the Szechuan Palace has been passing off orange chicken as tangerine chicken, and I intend to confront them.
Leonard: If I were you, I'd be more concerned about what they're passing off as chicken.
BIG BANG THEORY - QUOTE FROM ‘THE TANGERINE FACTOR’
wish you a wonderful weekend :)
NEW: "i love your work 4"
I want to fly with my own wings to a faraway place
Do you remember my Pullip Kaela: Kaede? <3 lately I don't bond very well with her... for this reason I even put her up for adoption.... but in the end I decided to keep her and make a look change because after all she's a beautiful and special pullip for me ^__^ so here is the new Kaede! I hope you like her so much as me <33
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This is a panorama of a predominantly red display of Northern Lights on February 9, 2024 with a number of guests from the Learning Vacations group, the first of 2024, enjoying the aurora show, from the Deck and from the ground. This is looking northwest. The Kp was only 1 or so this very clear night. The reds blend with the greens to add some yellow tints to the curtains.
Deneb (left) and Vega are at centre above the trees; Arcturus is at right. The W of Cassiopeia is above the group in the northwest sky.
This is a panorama of 5 segments, each 20 seconds with the 15mm Laowa lens at f/2 and Canon R6 at ISO 1600. Stitched in Camera Raw.
7am...
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what I’ve thrown away...
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse signifying the end
But I missed the best part
Could we please go back to start? - 11am / Incubus
Like a baby bird taking it's first flight... this is how I feel about SP's (it's terrifying). But thanks to the encouragement and inspiration from you guys, I keep trying. And I won't delete this one (I just have to keep telling myself that). :-)
“We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.”
~Lucretius
“When you have come to the edge of all the light you have
And step into the darkness of the unknown
Believe that one of the two will happen to you
Either you'll find something solid to stand on
Or you'll be taught how to fly!”
~Richard Bach
Thank you for the lovely comments on my previous post. My Mom was thrilled by all the sweet birthday wishes.
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In the path of any learning there is always a turning point that marks the difference between ignorance and knowledge. It´s not new, however, I find interesting (and surprising and amazingly inspirational) how shocking yet captivating the consequences of learning to live can be.
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Berlin is special: you can find a place for everyone and for everything.
Walking around a flea market on a sunday afternoon, I discovered a ramp where a whole family was learning how to bike and skate.
Under the father's supervision and with proper protection, of course.
Teaching To Live...
Lots to do these days... hope you are having a great weekend and to catch up with you soon!!
Juvenile Osprey having some balancing and eating issues..Lol
Sandy Hook, NJ
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Like many families right now, we're doing 'remote learning', and today one of Frost Juniors school tasks was to "Make a Star Wars movie set" out of LEGO.
This is his photo. His idea was to make a cool photo showing his two favourite figures battling above lava. We set it up on our kitchen table using only basic household items.
Along the way, we talked about concepts such as framing, and lighting. What to put in the shot, and what to leave out. Where the focus of the shot should be, and how to best achieve it. About how we could separate Kylo from the background using effective lighting, and how those lighting effects could be achieved. And just generally had fun playing together.
How was your day? Are you remote learning too? Hows it going in your house?
What's art about if it isn't about learning something? Well I learnt something. Several things actually. Will I use what I've learnt to grow and become wiser? That seems unlikely. So what did I learn?
1) Ice is very cold.
2) Icy water feels even colder.
3) Even kneeling on ice might not spread your weight enough to prevent it cracking.
4) Don't ever admit to doing something stupid. Especially not on the internet. You'll never know who might read it.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I won't ever feel confident enough in my creativity to know what it is I will make ahead of time, and I won't know how, whatever it is, will turn out. It was never an issue when noone ever saw what I make but now, a little self doubt lurks in the back of my mind, that I must make something interesting otherwise I shouldn't have bothered. Often, as I wander around some wild place somewhere (no not a bar in Blackpool on a Saturday night), I am thinking about future land art projects and the potential of different places. But always lurking there is the thought that it better be good when I get round to doing it.
On the face of it, this voice at the back of the room would seem to be a help, always encouraging me to try harder. But the weird thing is, this voice actually seems to be a hindrance. There is a subtle but important difference between "it better be good" and "I wonder if it'll be any good?"
When I listen to those words it seems to be an extra burden, a burden that makes it harder to tap into any creativity. I have no idea what creativity actually is, where it lives or how it operates. But what I do know is that you can plug into it directly if you would just relax and go with the flow. A sense of expectation of how something should be, how it ought to be, if only you tried hard enough is not where it's at. I think this is what I love about land art. As I start, the distractions, the so called "encouraging" voices just fade away and all that matters is the moment. And when enough moments join together, I often end up exactly where I wanted to be had I been thinking about it in the first place. I've said it before but it seems it is a hard lesson to learn. It's about the doing. The thinking, the planning, the expectations. None of this really helps.
So I set off, the frost crunching under my feet and doubting/encouraging voices in my head struggling to help me think of what I could do. I went to a small pool of dark water and tried to chop out some ice. Fun though that was, it didn't inspire me, so I continued to trudge up the hill. On the slopes either side of me, camo jacketed plonkers with shotguns and dogs attempted to shoot, stupid and inbred pheasants. A fitting challenge for the Saturday shotgun warriors. We haven't quite gone to the lengths of fencing in animals for rich (and fat) obnoxious clients to shoot but it isn't far off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not hypocritical enough to suggest that shooting is completely wrong. I could only occupy the moral highground if I didn't eat industrially farmed animals and didn't ignore the fact that I couldn't kill, what I eat, myself. But I do wonder at the mentality of people who shoot animals for a hobby, as a way to relax, to let off steam on a Saturday morning. Does it make you feel manly to outwit a pheasant with a bunch of beaters, dogs and high powered weaponry? Is it simply target practice and honing a skill?
I always wonder whether they have something missing in their lives and their neuroses drive them to show off, inaudibly shouting "look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME! I'm really, really important! I demand your attention!" Because what seems to be common amongst this activities is noise. Lots of it and the seemingly willfull need to pee off as many people as possible. Especially people who like peace and quiet!
How many examples can you think of? Here's a few for starters: riding big, powerful motorbikes around country lanes in the summer, riding jet skis across lakes and off shore, off roading on green lanes and shooting things for fun. Why oh why do all these things have to be so loud? And why do you have to do them in beautiful and quiet places and spoil the peace and quiet for so many others? Are you so lacking in empathy that you have no idea how you are spoiling it for everyone else? Or do you have a pathological need to take over places and claim them as yours to make up for your inadaquecies? I think this is one of the biggest splits in our species. The sensitive and the not sensitive. The noisy and the quiet. The considerate and inconsiderate.
So the soundtrack to my sculpturing went like this "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" As the beaters flushed the doomed birds from the undergrowth and "KABOOM! KABOOM!" as another pheasant bit the dust. I expect that if I ever go mad that that will be the soundtrack to my insanity too. I wanted to stand on a rock and shout out "shut the hell up you noisy idiots!" to try and get rid of my frustrated feeling. But I don't think they were going to see the error of their ways so I went back to what I was doing with the frustrated feeling still present.
So what was a I doing I hear you ask?
A bank of fog was sliding in from the south, leaving the tips of the mountains poking through the sea of moisture. Unusually for an inversion, a layer of cloud lay above us too (me and the mountains) and gradually the temperature began to warm.
On another small dark pool I begun to lay out sections of frosted bracken, to make a pattern on the ice. When I leant back I noticed I had left hand prints where my body heat had melted the surface and I liked them and decided to do something along those lines instead. On all fours, I kneeled on the ice, positioning my hands to make prints in the surface, when suddenly cracks spread across the surface like fractured glass and I was about to become more acquainted with this medium than I originally planned. I had one of those Wiley Coyote moments like when he runs over the cliff's edge, only to be found pedalling in mid-air. Just for a split second gravity didn't grab me and then all at once the icey water and me, became intimate. I managed to extricate myself after immersing only one leg and fortunately I was wearing two pairs of trousers for warmth and had some spare socks, so pretty quickly I was dry again. I smirked to myself at being such a fool but soon found that the broken ice was fantastically clear and square edged so my foolishness had served a purpose and revealed to me the beauty of this ice.
I took a section and rounded the edges before trying to melt my hand print into it. I could only manage a little at a time before I had to rewarm my hand, so I challenged myself to count to fifty before I would put on a glove to warm up, only to try and melt some more for another count to fifty.
As the handprint begun to form I started to think about how I would be able to photograph it. The imprint was like a ghost, difficult to pin down, like a fleeting image in the corner of your eye. I put the ice back in the water but the image disappeared so I went searching for another way.
I found a slab with thick frost on it, so I melted another handprint onto it and placed the ice on top, in an effort to put a black background behind the imprint. This didn't work either. I then picked some holly berries thinking that I would squish them up and fill in the mould but that was also a failure. And then it dawned on me, bubbles underwater are very bright, especially against the dark, peaty water!
I went back to the little pool and to its twin with the unbroken ice. I put my handprint on top of it, face down so that air would be trapped and then started to ladle (I didn't actually use a ladle - who carries around a ladle?!) water from the broken pool onto the ice of the intact one. Soon the effect was working and I had learnt something new about contrast and ice.
After taking some more pictures of it set against the sky, I collected my gear and headed off downhill. The cretins were still shooting at anything that moved and the irritation at the noisy buggers still dwelled in the pit of my stomach.
At the bottom of the hill I sat and watched two Buzzards sitting in adjacent trees, one of which kept calling and flying to the other one, perhaps with spring on her mind. For a few minutes I watched transfixed and thought what magnificent creatures they are. As I set off again towards home I noticed that the feeling in my stomach had gone and a few quiet moments observing the wonder of nature had calmed and comforted me. That is all that is required for peace. An open mind and a moment to fill it. Perhaps the Saturday shotgunners should try it one day. They might actually like it and discover that there is another way.
I am learning Portuguese recently. I have found Portuguese is really an excellent and wonderful language!
hey people.. i've been kinda busy with the holidays.. but everything is ok :)
so.. the other day i was sitting in the backyard with my family.. and this little guy fell to the ground.. we assume that he was learning to fly and fell off..
my brother was the one who managed to catch him and we left him on the roof.. so that other birds could help him.. a few minutes later we saw a bunch of birds calling him and they helped this little guy to get back to his tree :)
sometimes is difficult to learn to fly.. and you may fall.. but with some luck a helpful hand will appear and lift you back to where you belong
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