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“Logs with some beautiful fungi with a few trilliums in between them on Duffins trail in Discovery bay , Martin’s photographs , Ajax , Ontario , Canada , July 28. 2024”

  

“Beautiful colours of the skin or bark of tall dead tree”

“Small teasel”

“Cropped photograph”

“Lake Ontario”

“Perennial purple Phlox”

“Lake Ontario waterfront trail in Squires beach”

“Beautiful Perennial purple Phlox on the shore of Lake Ontario”

“The waterfront of Lake Ontario”

“Squires beach”

Pickering

“Duffins trail”

“Discovery bay“

“Martin’s photographs”

Ajax

Ontario

Canada

“July 2024”

“iPhone XR”

Favourite

Favourites

“Orange mushroom”

“hollow tree stump”

“Red berry clusters”

“Red berries”

The sun beaming down on a cold log makes a beautiful frosty steam.

Somewhere along the Riverside Walk, Zion National Park

For the first time in many months, this afternoon I saw the Carlisle Yard to Chirk Logs, with Colas Rail 60087 up front. The working was the 6J37/1159 departure, the date was 19/05/17 and the location was Charnock Richard.

In the springtime. Southeastern Idaho

Pulau Tioman, Malaysia

3 Exposure HDR (-2, 0, +2), Post processed with Photoshop CS3.

 

Soft focus and halo treatment was used.

Another cctv lens shot in Hembury Woods near Buckfastleigh.

Highland Village Museum; Iona, Cape Breton, Nova Scotia.

- www.kevin-palmer.com - The hundreds of floating logs on Black Canyon Lake told a story. They were swept into the lake by winter avalanches.

35mm disposable

Just got a roll of film developed :]

(Dumb Flickr sharpening)

Old HDR Photo mono'ed w/ Silver Efex Pro... 10-20mm lens @ 10mm

New Journal "Bandar-Log" now live: zvereff.com/journal/bandar-log/

 

One year ago I was sitting in a train station somewhere in-between Varanasi and New Delhi, India, en route to meet some friends. I unfastened a staple from a semi-opened plastic bag of peanuts, poured them into my mouth and bit directly into a rock. I spit it out, extremely disappointed because I hadn’t eaten in hours. Everything had been a mess and I was in a rut -- I just couldn’t catch a break. I turned around to see a book-seller that had a few books in English, and placed in front for every tourist to see was Kipling’s "The Jungle Book". I gave the man a few rupees and hopped on the train, book in hand. I lied down on the stiff bed for the 12-hour train ride and began to read the book that I remembered as a Disney movie from my childhood.

One year later, as I am sitting here and reading headlines that India is once again celebrating its Holi Festival, memories come flooding back. The month I spent there was an extraordinary experience. Traveling long hours and resting only short periods of time, my friends and I jammed as many possible destinations as we could into that month. For most of that time we were extremely uncomfortable: I caught a virus of some sort, which lasted almost the entire first month I was there, and lost a lot of weight; I simply could not function, nor focus, as my senses were completely overwhelmed. In my fevered state, my impressions of India were that of a country that had gone completely mad. As I got better, I began to look for ways to focus on small moments, and I started to isolate and hone in on the beautiful little things occurring everywhere around me amidst the chaos. India is incredible: it is unique, and the contrasts-- stark.

In the western hemisphere we are raised with organization. Our homes are built as perfect boxes that all look exactly the same in neighborhoods with roads on a grid. We have stores which have bins where everything is neatly placed. When we buy tickets, food, or almost anything for that matter, we form a queue. We have a mutual understanding to remain calm and stand in line. Even if there are no posted rules, we automatically apply them in an orderly fashion. In India this kind of order is simply not part of the culture, and though it is incredibly frustrating at first, when embraced, it can be liberating. Chaos can work-- it finds a way, just like our universe.

When I arrived in Delhi, I left "The Jungle Book" behind, but it stayed with me, especially the part about the Monkey People (Bandar-Log). I kept thinking of how they seemed so wild, and how Mowgli was hungry and exhausted while they danced, scatterbrained, around the destroyed human city they occupied. It was his discomfort and regret for coming to the lost city that mirrored my own feelings at the start of the journey. I realized that to really understand this place, at first I had to get over the physical discomfort and accept the chaos. Reading that book on that train ride gave me a sense of perspective on my own adventure. Experiences can only be as high as they have been low, and India certainly blessed me with both of those. In India, when the highs came, they were vastly more powerful than could be imagined. Daily life is lived in the moment: it is freedom at its essence, chaotic and unplanned. Every breath taken is a gift; every sunrise is beautiful. India presents a conscience reality that is fragile and exposed to the core. Although India has already been heavily documented by much better and more prominent photographers than I, I have no qualms being one of the many. My experiences there are now a cherished memory: colorful, filthy, sickly, and joyous. I present “Bandar-Log”.

Spotted at the High Park Zoo.

Logs on the South Downs Way near Washington, Sussex.

a log to stop and play

Ronny Creek Cradle Mountain Tasmania

logs floating in a mill pond

My photo for Day 2 of the #challengeonnaturephotography. Pile of logs.

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Travels Without Maps:

Images from China's Western Frontiers

 

Nelson Hancock Gallery

111 Front St. #204 (Dumbo)

Brooklyn, NY 11201

September 14-October 28th

Wed-Sun 10-6 and by appointement

Wirtanen Historic Farm

The Princess Diaries - Entry 1

Photographer & Model: Michaela Vixen (VampBait69)

Location: Vixen's Creative Studios

Set Design & Creation: Michaela Vixen

 

Vixen's Log - More Info & Credits Here

 

I stumbled across the remains of two log cabins I hadn't seen before. What a view they had.

Chapel in the Hills is a stave church located near Rapid City, South Dakota. The Chapel in the Hills was dedicated on July 6, 1969, as the home for the radio ministry of Lutheran Vespers. Lutheran Vespers hosts such as, Richard A. Jensen were broadcast nationwide from this location in the Black Hills. The church is a special ministry of the South Dakota Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America. The Chapel in the Hills is an exact replica of the Borgund stave church in Norway. The Borgund stavkirke was built around the year 1150 and is considered the most completely preserved stave church still standing in Norway. The Norwegian Department of Antiquities provided a set of blueprints of the Borgund church to be used in the construction of the Chapel in the Hills. The woodcarvings resulted from the combined effort by Norwegian woodcarver Erik Fridstrøm and Rapid City resident, Helge Christiansen. The site includes an authentic log cabin museum that was built in 1876 by Edward Nielsen, a Norwegian immigrant gold prospector from Hole, Ringerike, Norway. There is also a stabbur, a grass-roofed house, that serves as the visitor center and gift shop.

Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chapel_in_the_Hills

Website: www.chapel-in-the-hills.org/

Petrified Logs in the Petrified Forest in Arizona.

  

Forest floor in D'Aguilar National Park where a fallen rainforest tree hosts mosses, lichens and ferns.

Backed with baby blue colored flannel.

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