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Le Costa Rica, 4 mois de magie. Une nature débordante, des paysages saisissants et des randonnées presque addictives. C'est durant ce voyage que beaucoup de choses me sont passées par la tête. La nature qui est omniprésente m'a donné envie de me lancer officiellement dans la photographie animalière. Peu importe où l'on met les pieds, un animal sauvage rôde toujours dans les parages. On l'entend, on le ressent et on le voit parfois...
This visual study explores the interplay of light and form within a vast, lightless chamber, where a dichotomy of black surfaces and intense white beams create an immersive spatial experience
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Just trying my friend's 70-200mm ... It was really foggy, and this seems to be one I like... not sure why... maybe the noise/grain goes well
Date: 2010-01-01, 11:41PM PST
Like a ghastly specter from your darkest nightmare, this saddle has returned from the grave seeking vengeance. Its previous master thought it had banished it to the blackness of the abyss for good, but nay, it was only for an epoch.
Features:
*Steel rails forged by LUCIFER himself
*Genuine Auroch hide seat provides maximum chafing
I am reaching the end of my strength, as the madness contained within this dark artifact threatens to consume me. I cannot merely throw this adamantine saddle on the rubbish heap, lest some unwary passerby become transfixed by its lightless glow. No, I must only give this to one with the courage to look into the bloodshot eyes of insanity, and the strength to master it. A wizard with the cunning to master this beast gains an ally of unspeakable power: the ultimate theft deterrent. At the moment the thief straddles your steed, his fate is sealed. Eager for revenge upon mortals, the saddle will visit his arse with blisters that rival the torment of fire and brimstone... a dire lesson he will not soon forget. This same fate will befall any unworthy mortal who in his arrogance, attempts to mount the saddle of doom. Are you worthy?
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
Suddenly, we have a surfeit of spare time.
Due to the change in plans, for the next three days we only have one safari per day, and today that was in the afternoon.
So, a morning free.
So, a lay in?
Not quite.
It was suggested to do some birding at just after dawn, so meet at reception at nine for a short walk to the river.
Only my back said otherwise, so I bailed and sat on the veranda watching the birds come and go, and the camp wake up.
Toast for breakfast, and a piss poor cup of coffee, but its all we need, as next item is a trip to the nearest town for some shopping.
The nearby town is fairly large, has a great many shops and businesses, a bus station with the main road running through it.
I said on Blue Sky earlier that it was hot, dusty, busy, colourful, and friendly.
All true.
The bus came for us at eleven, and dropped us on the main street, where it was already approaching forty degrees. Apparently folks come up here to escape the heat of the plain.
I don't know about that, but it was hot enough for us.
John had to get some painkillers, Jools wanted some material from quilt-making back home. And Ian wanted saffron.
We had parked outside a pharmacy, so John got his pills. We walked on but the mix of shops, smells and colour made it hard sometimes to know what some shops sold.
We couldn't have done it without our fixer/guide, Mahindra, who acted as translator.
On one corner of the street, on the kerb, a guy was fixing and cleaning shoes, using his feet to hold them in place, while on the other corner, a man of similar age was repairing a cheap suitcase.
No doubt it looked new when he'd done.
With Jools buying material, Mahindra and I went on the search for saffron. The most expensive substance on earth, pound for pound.
Just one shop sold it in the town, as Indians don't eat much of it. I got four packets, which will last.
Even here in India, its very expensive.
We walked back to the material shop, then to the main road, where the bus was called for, and in the midday heat, we stood and waited until our mini-bus appeared.
We climbed on, turned the air con to max, and we were driven back to the hotel, where it was nearly time for lunch.
Lunch was the same. Tasty, but still curry.
And at half two, we assembled for the 18th safari of the trip.
Corbett NP is much larger than the three previous ones we visited, so meetings with tigers are much rarer. And the gate we had to use this first time, was a 35 minute drive from the hotel, through the backstreets of the town, and into the countryside.
Into the park, and right away we see a herd of 5 elephants heading to a watering hole, and witness their joy as they plunge in drinking and splashing.
Driving on we came across a group of monkeys, one female had a new morn in her arms, that screamed for her to hold tighter.
We took shots.
We saw a new species of Bee-eater, and that was about it.
Come five there was rumours of two tigers on the move, but with several watering holes they could have chosen, we and the other jeeps drove in circles for an hour with no sightings reported.
We then had an hour's drive back to the hotel, across the park, then along the country road and into the town, before a final twenty minutes on the main road to the resort.
In the gloaming it was almost beautiful, but as the sun set and dusk settled, traffic got heavier as we neared the town, the chorus of horns, and most vehicles had no lights on.
It was chaos.
Madness.
Into the town, and along narrow streets with scooters overtaking us, and more coming the other way, horns blaring and lightless.
And then the joy of the main road at night. Let's just say we were glad to get out safe and sound just after seven, still alive.
More curry for dinner at eight. We have now drunk the resort out of Coke and are now on Sprite.
To poop in Kuwait, we'd have to make our way to these little boxes, which had been heating up in the hellish sun. There, in the stagnant ceramic cube, you'd have to grope in the lightless dark to sit on the hot toilet seat. Of course, the toilets would all be clogged and full to the lid.
Old Gary Schoolhouse. Went on an epic journey across the eastern part of Colorado the other day in search of abandoned school houses. I must say, the trip was a major success. This old school house was by far my favorite. I could find no information about it online and my friend who I was with knew no more than I about it. No it sits abandoned and falling apart. No more students wandering it's long hall between classes. No more homework being turned in at the start of the day. Only golden silence, which is what any teacher desires in their classroom.
This photo shows a decidedly unsettling view of a covered bridge. Upon listening to a friend of mine describe it as the creepiest place he’d ever been, I decided to investigate it myself. The bridge turned out to have many oddly angled beams which both cast disconcerting shadows and obscured the walls from view. It’s worn, dusty rafters showed the age of the structure. Overall, these elements create an ominous, foreboding atmosphere.
The contrast between the over-exposed center beams and the deep shadows along the walls shows how much texture is not shown at the edges, leaving the viewer wondering what could be there. The beams, railings, and walkway dividers running toward the opening of the bridge draw the eye past the lights to the lightless exit. As the trusses run backwards, they develop a rhythm, jarring the viewer slightly upon their termination at the far exit. The overhead lights unevenly highlight the floorboards, showing their age and unevenness, as well as exposing the leaves lining the walkway. The photo’s decreased saturation and increased clarity further highlights the lack of visual information the viewer is receiving along the walls of the bridge. The natural bend in the hand railings and walkway dividers, as well as the tilt of the bridge, unsteady the viewer. The diffused lighting reinforces the ethereal, uncertain feel of the photo. These elements condition the viewer to respond hesitantly to the ghostly street light at the far end of the bridge, tying together the unsettling bridge and unknown beyond in a delightfully spooky composition.
Foto realizada durante um apagão que aconteceu hoje à noite na Asa Sul, em Brasília.
Foto tirada com uma lente Canon EF 100mm 1:2.8 USM.
The Mole Creek Karst National Park was declared in 1996 to provide protection for some of the finest and most visited cave systems in the State, including Marakoopa and King Solomons Cave. Both caves are open to the public, and provide the opportunity to take a deeper look into the fascinating world of 'karst' landscapes.
The Mole Creek area is renowned for its caves. Marakoopa and King Solomons Caves are but two caves in an area that contains over 300 known caves and sinkholes. Other typical karst features in this area include gorges and large underground streams and springs.
Both caves are home to a range of fascinating animals which have evolved features which allow them to adapt to their lightless environments. The glow-worm display in Marakoopa Cave is the largest you'll see in any public access cave anywhere in Australia. For the visitor, the Mole Creek Karst National Park offers a range of activities. Although guided tours of the caves will be high on your agenda, don't miss the opportunity to take a short walk through the beautiful forests in which these caves occur.
vivica me enseño
Que la vida es una coleccion de recuerdos
Que la depresion de 2 se cura con locura de 2
Que todos necesitamos un loco a nuestro lado
Que los que menos sufren son los que menos dan
Son los que menos sienten y los que menos viven
Insane vivica, you heal my soul
What do I do when the darkness its on?
This shiny gloom it's armless but i like it,
If you light my spirit whit your sweet hug
So I beg you, can you cradle me?
Fuck'n turn on this lightless
Paint my missery into a happy darkshine
Hug me whit the ropes and tie my spirit
Vivica me enseño
Que tanto pensar te hace perder tu escencia
Que la depresion no es mala si estas comodo
Que los abrazos no cuestan nada y no se le niegan a nadie
Que un alma puede dejar de llorar si se le ayuda
Con tan solo un abrazo, un beso y un te quiero
Insane vivica, you heal my soul
What do I do when the darkness its on?
This shiny gloom it's armless but i like it,
If you light my spirit whit your sweet hug
So I beg you, can you cradle me?
Fuck'n turn on this lightless
Paint my missery into a happy darkshine
Hug me whit the ropes and tie my spirit
ALLIES, FUCK OFF, BULLSHIT, I HATE YOU
SWALLOW, ENJOY IT, PUBIC HAIR, I LOVE YOU!!!!
Nota mental: [en sentido figurado]
VIVICA ME ENSEÑO
Que perdonar es divino y cabe la posibilidad
de que esa persona se convierta en tu mejor aliado
Que la sensacion de angustia es pensar que a nadie le importas
Y que esa persona que extrañas... nunca mas te abrazara
This blue whale (really grayish-blue in color) was sited in the mid-Santa Barbara Channel and swam within 100 yards of the "Island Explorer". Blue whales come to feed in the Santa Barbara Channel during the summer months because of the upwelling in the California bight and the confluence of warm and cold water which is filled with krill and plankton, as well as a variety of small and large fish. Thus the Channel is a feeding ground for all sorts of sea predators including baleen whales, orcas, sharks, dolphins, pinnipeds, and a variety of marine avians.
Although the numbers of blue whales swimming in the channel during the feeding season is thought to be in the thousands, due to their "shy" nature, they are difficult to spot. On this day for example we spotted more than thirty of the more gregarious Humpback Whales and a single blue whale. which was the 'treat' of the day.
Blue whales are the largest animals ever known to have lived on Earth. These magnificent marine mammals rule the oceans at up to 100 feet (30 meters) long and upwards of 200 tons (181 metric tons). Their tongues alone can weigh as much as an elephant. Their hearts, as much as an automobile.
Blue whales reach these mind-boggling dimensions on a diet composed nearly exclusively of tiny shrimplike animals called krill. During certain times of the year, a single adult blue whale consumes about 4 tons (3.6 metric tons) of krill a day.
Blue whales are baleen whales, which means they have fringed plates of fingernail-like material, called baleen, attached to their upper jaws. The giant animals feed by first gulping an enormous mouthful of water, expanding the pleated skin on their throat and belly to take it in. Then the whale's massive tongue forces the water out through the thin, overlapping baleen plates. Thousands of krill are left behind—and then swallowed.
Blue whales look true blue underwater, but on the surface their coloring is more a mottled blue-gray. Their underbellies take on a yellowish hue from the millions of microorganisms that take up residence in their skin. The blue whale has a broad, flat head and a long, tapered body that ends in wide, triangular flukes.
Blue whales live in all the world's oceans occasionally swimming in small groups but usually alone or in pairs. They often spend summers feeding in polar waters and undertake lengthy migrations towards the Equator as winter arrives.
These graceful swimmers cruise the ocean at more than five miles an hour (eight kilometers an hour), but accelerate to more than 20 miles an hour (32 kilometers an hour) when they are agitated. Blue whales are among the loudest animals on the planet. They emit a series of pulses, groans, and moans, and it’s thought that, in good conditions, blue whales can hear each other up to 1,000 miles (1,600 kilometers) away. Scientists think they use these vocalizations not only to communicate, but, along with their excellent hearing, to sonar-navigate the lightless ocean depths.
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From my Hurricane Katrina Red Cross Series - Gulf Coast of Mississippi/Biloxi.
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Inside a Red Cross aid and service center setup in a warehouse, volunteers had to continually deal with the power going out for long periods of time. It amazed me how they continued to process people and provide assistance by flashlight to those who needed it.
Besides the difficulty of working by flashlight, temps outside were well over 100 degrees and they were working without air conditioning.
Amongst all of that, I liked the irony of this particular man who was blind and receiving some assistance in the dark from the Red Cross volunteers, and how they were interestingly given a small glimpse of his world during this lightless moment.
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©2009 Tim Leverett / American Red Cross. All rights reserved. Permission must be obtained prior to using this image in any way.
Hull @ Coco 66, Brooklyn, NY, on Saturday, February 21, 2015.
Final Concert Setlist:
False Priest
Healer
Beyond the Lightless Sky
In Death, Truth
Swamp Goat
Architect
Earth from Water
Fire Vein
Transition
Immortal
Deliverance
Viking Funeral
This visual study explores the interplay of light and form within a vast, lightless chamber, where a dichotomy of black surfaces and intense white beams create an immersive spatial experience
I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?" ...
VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her — so gaily great —
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
IX
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,
XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
This visual study explores the interplay of light and form within a vast, lightless chamber, where a dichotomy of black surfaces and intense white beams create an immersive spatial experience
He's put on his very best horrible primordial slime and risen from the lightless nightmare depths to bring you a valentine! (He probably painted it himself ... let's not think too much about that.)
Lightless @ RVA Noise Fest @ Strange Matter. This is an image of the projection of their set which was partly imposed over a fan and two amps.
Came across this photo in my files that I decided to post after all, despite the really bad quality. Thought I'd add it to my Northern Pygmy-owl Set to remind me of that sighting in Fish Creek Park and of the overcast, lightless day : ) S/he does still look rather cute, though - sorry I didn't do you justice, little buddy.
The ground is white, our trees are white, our sky is white - yes, we are in the middle of a spring snow storm and the WInter Storm Warning is still in effect. We should be used to this, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant, ha. So glad I went out for urgent groceries yesterday afternoon. So, here's a splash of colour for all of you who are once again living in a world of white. At least it's only -2C today, and not -22C or -32C, which is definitely something to be very thankful for. I think these are orchids, but I'm not sure. Photographed at the Calgary Zoo Conservatory on 8th July 2010. Drive carefully, everyone!
two ways to shot this photo but the same goal with this will of pop up the red color and the very lightless background.
The Fact that the point of view is going to the dark while in the photo below, you can see that it's turning to the right.
This visual study explores the interplay of light and form within a vast, lightless chamber, where a dichotomy of black surfaces and intense white beams create an immersive spatial experience
Once the candidate entering the Masonic Initiation Well on the grounds of the Quinta da Regaleira had descended nine stories underground, he finds himself in a lightless subterranean labyrinth of passages, many so low that one has to proceed hunched over (in humility?) crossing and dividing deep beneath the bedrock of the quinta. In modern days, there is modest lighting installed, but it must have been terrifying in its original format.
One of the (many) wrong choices in navigating the labyrinth leads the hapless candidate to what is known as the Unfinished Well, a pit with an open shaft extending up to the sky above, riven with alcoves but no stairs to climb back the many stories to regain the exterior. A metaphor for promising avenues that prove to be dead-ends, leaving one in a cul-de-sac only able to gaze at the ultimate brass ring but not attain it.
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