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2023 was a long year.
The opening salvo featured my lowest point in mental health terms in a long time. The kind of depression that no longer threatened grand, life-altering actions the way it had in my only previous bout with it in my 20s. Rather, it was the kind of depression that managed to extinguish even the brightest lights in my sights. Slowly and steadily, it leeched my very will to live, and I defaulted into just “existing.” Everything became a challenge, down to finding myself within myself. That old adage about being one’s own harshest critic was beyond true – that mangled reflection was both vicious and emaciated. It had nothing to lose, and it spared me nothing.
I couldn’t pinpoint when the turning point came about, exactly. Those who know me a bit better, know that I believe in drastic measures and swear by extremes - I simply swung violently the other way one morning. The closest thing I have to an answer is that life felt too short – dangerously short. A more thoughtful response would perhaps involve an element of reclaiming myself. The self I feel got lost in my own brain – courtesy of depression – not only in 2022 but probably a while before. Somewhere along the road between 2020 and 2022, when the rhythm of life was stripped away piece by piece, and with it the things I found joy in or even took pride in as an individual. My last drastic measure – moving countries yet again – didn’t dig me out of it. Rather, it contributed an exquisitely cut headstone to match this city’s collection of stumbling stones.
To have found it in myself to dig myself out of that is something I marvel at. It took effort – candid, often unpleasant or even painful effort. To not just timidly reach and hope for the best, but to audaciously grab and reclaim myself. To…fucking spit in the face of whatever it had been that made it feel difficult, because it suddenly seemed too feeble to merit consideration. To feed every aspect of my mind, of my extreme-loving, thrill-seeking self. To do it until that mangled, vicious, emaciated reflection changed its fucking tone, then…changed. On the other side of all of that, I feel more like myself than I had in years. “Why not” became “Why not?” and that little question mark, that change of tone, is everything. Like a return to an old self, just tempered because it had to be earned.
So this here is my nod to the spark of hope for a better year. To a hard-earned gentle departure from a long, difficult year. And to an optimistic entry to a new year. To dreams coming true and bucket list items getting checked. To the simple joy of being present. And to the invaluable comfort of no longer being trapped in my own head.
To all of you, may this new journey around the sun – however arbitrary I often think it is, when I think in abstract terms – bring you joy and happiness, and see your hopes and dreams coming true.
This is the lowest waterfall on Wildcat Branch in the Wildcat Wayside Park the Mountain Bridge Wilderness in Cleveland, South Carolina, which sits literally right at the roadside of Highways 11/276 near the entrance to Jones Gap Park. During the warmer summer you'll find many cars parked in the pull-off and the shallow pool will be filled with children sitting in the falls and frolicking in the water. As I've passed by over the past few years, an ice cream vendor was also parked in the pull-off selling ice cream to the children and families. The flow here is not that substantial, but it is still a photogenic and enjoyable place for families to visit. It was planned in the early 1930's and was originally known as the Greenville Wayside Park until it was incorporated into the Mountain Bridge Wilderness and renamed after the branch flowing through the park. There is a well-maintained and popular loop trail that passes four waterfalls here. On my way to Big Fall Creek Falls, I decided to stop, make a few photos and hike the loop trail and here is the first.
This store that I visited like many rural antique stores was in a converted barn and had three floors and the lowest floor which is partly shown here for lack of better words had what I would call was "Man cave" stuff.
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The fortifications of the town were built after the Mongol Invasion. It had four gates, which opened to the south, west, north and northeast. The plain of the town slightly slopes north, so the southern gate, which was located on the highest point, was called Upper Gate, while the northeastern gate, which was located on the lowest point, was called Lower Gate. The walls were defended by wide moats.
The trade road coming from the central regions of Hungary left the town towards Poland through the Lower Gate. From the town gate a little wooden bridge led to a half-round barbican, which still stands, surrounded by moats. From the barbican a drawbridge led across the moat. After the fortifications of the town lost their significance, the wooden bridges over the moats were demolished and a new stone bridge was raised with two 5-metres wide arches in 1821. A similar stone bridge was built to connect the barbican with the town but it had only one arch.
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Honeycomb Tubes, Compass Point, Bude, Cornwall
Well, I have witnessed some quite incredible rocks on some of the world's finest beaches but yesterday's outing to Compass Point in Bude, Cornwall just about tops them all.
On arriving forty five minutes before sunset (once again minus the sun and colour), I was amazed by the sight of some stunning honeycomb structures that clung to various rocks. They appeared to be made of sand and were fragile to touch. They looked intricate and so beautiful.
On further research, it turns out that the tubes are made by Honeycomb worms, which are tiny worms that live around the low tide area of the beach. They build tubes, attached to the rock to live in and the structures we see on the beach are dense colonies made up of thousands of individual worms. Fully grown, each individual worm is around 3-4cm. The colonies however can often cover large areas of rock, forming solid reefs.
They are found all around the U.K’s coastline, predominantly on the western coast. The worms need a moderate amount of wave exposure in order to feed and form reefs so we tend to find them on beaches that aren’t too sheltered, which is exactly the habitat that North Cornwall provides. This is why they are so common on the beaches around Bude.
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Regarding this photo, I had a quick wander around but as soon as I saw this wonderful section of honeycomb rock, I positioned myself behind it. The tide was at its lowest point but was quickly incoming. after it turning. Within twenty minutes, there was enough water surrounding it to create this image. Fear not, I did not stand on any honeycombs when taking this shot.
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The salt mushrooms in the lowest place on earth - the dead sea from a drone view
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This is an another perspective of the lower tier of Buttermilk Falls. Anyone that viewed my photo "Spirit in the Falls" posted a few days ago can likely see the scowling face at the top of this cascade. I still swear the Native American legend could be true and there are numerous expressive faces in stones and trees here so could they be NA spirits protecting this place that I do believe was once a sacred place to Native Americans. There is something special that I feel when I photograph at this place that I can not describe. ;-)
Again, this waterfall is in Terryville Connecticut and it is a hidden gem. It has 3 tiers and this is the largest of the 3. The others can not be seen from the bottom of this 60-foot waterfall. It is part of Mattatuck trail and I believe this trail joins the Appalachian trail in Connecticut.
So many people from Connecticut don't know where Terryville is and even people in towns that border this little town don't know about this waterfall that I believe has to be one of the most gorgeous in the state.
This was taken without a tripod and balanced on a rock. My camera just flopped over when I put it on the tripod this day so it wasn't very useful but I was still happy that I could get several shots so it wasn't a total loss :)
This photo is better on large where you can see the detail better I believe. With this said, I think the focus is a touch softer in this one compared with the others.
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This Common Loon is attempting to keep the lowest profile possible as it warms eggs in a nest in central Maine.
I am not sure what the roadworks are about, but usually drainage (or the lack of it) would be the word. The road surface has been opened not far from the point where the River Ver (culverted, subterraneously) is crossing the road. Flooding is a problem here and the new houses you can see have been put right into the flood plain. Leica M Mono, Voigtlander CS 2.2/50.
The Panamint Range forms the western edge of Death Valley, the lowest point in the continental United States. The highest peak in the Panamint Range is Telescope Peak, with an elevation of 11,049 ft (3,368 m). Mt Whitney, the tallest mountain in the contiguous United States and the Sierra Nevada, with an elevation of 14,505 feet (4,421 m), is directly behind us. The high Sierra casts long shadows on the Alabama Hills, leaving the Panamint Range in sunlight.
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I can't imagine why this motel in Winnemucca, Nevada had a vacancy. Since the photo was taken in 1996 I can only hope they have improved their image. This was scanned from a slide.
The lowest drop of a lush creek tucked into the folds of an unassuming ridge. There aren't many options for a great composition; this one is the standard one and involves setting up on the logjam. Heaven forfend a flood come and sweep it all away.
The lowest point in Yosemite National Park, and a man-made reservoir, Hetch Hetchy was the most uncomfortably hot location we visited. Somehow, even Death Valley (which had higher temp readings) didn't defeat us like HH did...
Hottest, Driest, and Lowest National Park
In this below-sea-level basin, steady drought and record summer heat make Death Valley a land of extremes. Yet, each extreme has a striking contrast. Towering peaks are frosted with winter snow. Rare rainstorms bring vast fields of wildflowers. Lush oases harbor tiny fish and refuge for wildlife and humans. Despite its morbid name, a great diversity of life survives in Death Valley
Zabriskie Point: Surrounded by a maze of wildly eroded and vibrantly colored badlands, this spectacular view is one of the park’s most famous.
NW of Kranj there is a large forrest, caled Udin boršt. It grows on some 100 m - 150 m elevated conglomerate terrain. In conglomerate most of water disappears underground, reaching the lowest level, then it flows out on many sides. In Udin boršt the so-called conglomerate karst is being formed. There are also many caves, the cave of Ambrož is near Duplje village. Some 400 years ago people were seeking there refuge against Turkish raids. Later, outlaws were hiding there.
Lake Powell is a boneyard of the past. The vastness and diversity of this landscape overwhelm you. I camped here to shoot the Milkyway and the Sunrise. As the Sun rose the landscape came alive. This was captured from Alstorm Point in Northern Arizona.
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Landscape of Tibet
Tibet is the highest country on earth with an average elevation of over 4000m. The lowest regions of Tibet are still over 2000m above sea level with Jomo Langma (Everest,Sagarmatha) ཇོ་མོ་གླང་མ being the highest point at 8848m. Tibet is covered in grasslands, mountains and valleys.
Many of Asia’s largest rivers have their headwaters in Tibet such as the Ma chu རྨ་ཆུ་ ( Yellow River), Dri chu འབྲི་ཆུ་ (Yangtze), Nag chu ནག་ཆུ་ - རྒྱ་མོ་རྔུལ་ཆུ (Salween), Yarlung Tsangpo ཡར་ཀླུངས་གཙང་པོ་ (Brahmaputra) and Dza chu རྫ་ཆུ་ (Mekong). Western Tibet (Ngari) is a high, arid region with few people, while southeast Tibet (Kham) is forested and suitable for farming. Northern Tibet (Amdo) is covered in vast grasslands filled with yaks and sheep and central Tibet (U-Tsang) is the most densely populated area of Tibet lying along the fertile Yarlung Valley.
The lowest point in North America, at 282 feet below sea level.
Badwater Basin was once the site of the large ancient inland Lake Manly which evaporated tens of thousands of years before the arrival of the 1849er for whom it was named. The lake had no outlet, leading to the accumulation of sediment and salt over time. When the lake eventually evaporated, concentrated salt deposits were left behind. Today, fascinating geometric salt polygons form on the flats as groundwater rises up through these deposits and evaporates.
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"Birds of every wing shall dwell within... Birds of every wing shall dwell within... WHO RAISED HIGH THE LOWEST TREE ?... Who raised high the lowest tree ?... Birds of every wing shall dwell within..."
The lowest cascade on Big Fall Creek Falls at the confluence with the North Pacolet River. On my way back down from the upper waterfall, I descended down a very steep spur trail to ultimately arrive here in the gorge at the confluence of Big Fall Creek with the North Pacolet River. This is a capture of the lowest cascade. As I gazed upstream amid an array of stacked, colossal boulders, I could see the tremendous base of the upper falls, although I was not able to see any type of trail leading to it and it was roaring. I knew I had to get there but today was not the day. I surmised it would more than likely be a combination boulder scramble/creek climb up to the base. A light rain was beginning to fall. Aside from the rain, the boulders were high, very damp, covered in moss and Spring growth of green nettle, fern and ivy flora. I decided the best time to climb up to the base would be late Winter, but not without knee/shin - elbow/forearm armor with head gear and possibly even rock-climbing shoes, but one thing is for certain, this is a challenge I'll commit to research and accomplish. Anything worth doing is worth doing right. As the rain began to lightly pour, I took a hard look at the steep trail leading back up into the forest where I previously descended, then turned in the other direction to scrutinize the river and the incredibly steep embankment leading up to the highway (the length of about 60-70 yards of a football field)...I thought to myself, "I could just ford this river then climb that embankment and walk back up the closed highway to the pullover where I parked...So I did just that👌👌....But I made that decision only after similar climbing experiences such as the ones at Bear Creek Falls (Great Smoky Mountains) and Enloe Creek Falls (Great Smoky Mountains) Next time, I'll arrive here earlier, stick to the trails and hopefully it won't start raining.👍👍
Looking toward the east, across the lowest of the three Sunrise Lakes, in the high Sierra of Yosemite National Park.
Ending off the Isle of Harris series with some documentary shots taken with my Leica M Monochrom.
Portrait of my new buddy that followed me the whole morning session at Luskentyre beach. As soon as I had my tripod in the lowest position it would circle around begging for hugs.
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Death Valley is a desert located in Eastern California. Situated within the Mojave Desert, it features the lowest, driest, and hottest locations in North America.[2] Badwater, a basin located within Death Valley, is the specific location (36° 15' N 116° 49.5' W) of the lowest elevation in North America at 282 feet (86.0 m) below sea level. This point is only 84.6 miles (136.2 km) ESE of Mount Whitney, the highest point in the contiguous United States with an elevation of 14,505 feet (4,421 m).[3] Death Valley holds the record for the highest reliably reported temperature in the Western hemisphere, 134 °F (56.7 °C) at Furnace Creek on July 10, 1913—just short of the world record, 136 °F (57.8 °C) in Al 'Aziziyah, Libya, on September 13, 1922[4]
Located near the border of California and Nevada, in the Great Basin, east of the Sierra Nevada mountains, Death Valley constitutes much of Death Valley National Park and is the principal feature of the Mojave and Colorado Deserts Biosphere Reserve. It is located mostly in Inyo County, California. It runs from north to south between the Amargosa Range on the east and the Panamint Range on the west; the Sylvania Mountains and the Owlshead Mountains form its northern and southern boundaries, respectively. It has an area of about 3,000 sq mi (7,800 km2).[5] Death Valley shares many characteristics with other places below sea level.
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i am about to explode!
here is another atrocious example of a racist commercial being produced in denmark, today in 2006, again by nybolig, again produced by wibroe, duckert and partners. it has just been released and the name of the film is indianer (indians).
in this scenario, a landowner and his family, who are white, are under siege by indians in a cartoonish western setting, and therefore forced to put their house up for sale. the white real estate agent then shows up, supported by the cavalry representing the real estate company (again, all of them are white) and, through force, they save the landowner and his family, striking a deal with the natives, who are conned into purchasing the land that once was theirs.
during the final shot, the real estate agent, now in traditional business attire, is scalped by an indian.
this commercial appeals to the worst stereotypes and clichés of what the american indians were like. for one, scalping did not originate with the indians - it was a french innovation in which a very limited number of people from the northeastern tribes in the former french colonies in canada were paid by the french as mercenaries - and some of them were told to bring proof of their kills by scalping their victims. it is a terrible assumption that this is normal behaviour for such a large group of people - it is far from it and it never was a reality in the american west - it simply did not happen.
this commercial appeals to the lowest common denominator and is a great disgrace to native americans. and don't say it's not relevant today. it is a hateful campaign, based on the premise that if you make one group of people look ridiculous, you then increase your own standing. it tells us that it is o.k. to stereotype other people, especially if you want to sell a product.
i am married to someone of apache decent who lives in denmark - she will see this commercial and will no doubt feel greatly offended.
what am i supposed to tell her?
boycott this company, please. nybolig, en ordentlig handel. bullshit.
see the film for yourself.
The lowest of the chain of 5 reservoirs in the Longdendale valley. The reservoir is named, not for it's position but after Bottoms Mill (owned by the Sidebottom family) which stood on the site before the reservoir was built.
A couple of shots in the comment below - the first of the view across the dam to Tintwistle, showing the water level to be fairly low. The second is of the information board (now missing, presumed vandalised) with some history of the reservoir - taken in 2019.
Shot with an ND filter, lowest possible ISO setting and aperture "slightly" closed so as to prolong the exposure - to make the water ghostly and silky smooth.
Shot in the waters of Gdańsk Bay - near the cliff in Orłowo.
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Lowest tide in a long time, standing where you seldom get the chance and taking pictures, is just the way i like to pass a day.
The lowest point in North America is in Death Valley at Badwater Basin. The salt flats here are truly out of this world.
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