Matters of Justice
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we have learned to recognize the rights of others :-)
Will Rogers
HBW!! Justice Matters!
thalictrum rochebruneanum, lavender mist meadow rue, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
It is unfeasible for me to take only one photograph or choose one image that I truly believe captures the essence of that place. It just doesn’t happen that way for me :-)
Justin Borsuk
HGGT! Justice Matters! No one is above the law!
echinacea, coneflower, little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
Switzerland, May 2021
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ABOUT THE PHOTO:
So this photo is a bit of a novelty for me - at least here on Flickr, but it's also a journey back in time in a sense. I've always loved b/w and sepia photography; already as a very young teenager I would go out into the woods with an old Pentax Spotmatic (which I had nicked from my father) whenever it was a foggy day to shoot b/w compositions of sunbeams cutting through the ghostlike trees.
I used films with a sensitivity of at least 1600 (for those of you who remember what that means 😉 ), and the resulting photos had an incredibly fine grain which I loved; I blew them up to the size of posters and hung them on the walls of my teenage man-cave next to Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Slash.
But then I abandoned photography altogether for 20 years, and when I finally picked up a camera again, it was one of the digital kind. Now neither film nor grain played any role in my photographic endeavours - let alone b/w compositions: because the reason I fell in love with shooting pictures once more was the rare and incredibly colorful lizard species that had chosen my garden as its habitat.
It's this species - the Lacerta bilineata aka the western green lizard - that my photo website www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ and also my Flickr gallery are dedicated to, but I've since expanded that theme a bit so that it now comprises the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat, which is to say my garden and its immediate surroundings and all the flora and fauna I find in it.
I like that my gallery and the website have this clear theme, because in order to rise to the challenge of portraying all aspects of a very specific little eco system (which also happens to be my home of sorts), it forces me to constantly explore it from fresh angles, and I keep discovering fascinating new motives as my photographic journey continues.
Which brings me to the horse pasture you see in this photo. This playground for happy horsies lies just outside my garden, and it normally only interests me insofar as my green reptile friends claim parts of it as their territory, and I very much prefer it to be horseless (which it thankfully often is).
Not that the horses bother the reptiles - the lizards don't mind them one bit, and I've even seen them jump from the safety of the fly honeysuckle shrub which the pasture borders on right between the deadly looking hooves of the horses to forage for snails, without any sign of fear or even respect.
No, the reason I have a very conflicted relationship with those horses is that they are mighty cute and that there's usually also foals. The sight of those beautiful, happy animals jumping around and frolicking (it's a huge pasture and you can tell the horses really love it) is irresistible: and that inevitably attracts what in the entire universe is known as the most destructive anti-matter and ultimate undoing of any nature photographer: other humans.
Unlike with the horses, the lizards ARE indeed very much bothered by specimens of loud, unpredictable Homo sapiens sapiens - which makes those (and by extension also the horses) the cryptonite of this here reptile photographer. It's not the horses' fault, I know that, but that doesn't change a thing. I'm just telling you how it is (and some of you might have read about the traumatic events I had to endure to get a particular photo - if not, read at your own risk here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51405389883/in/datepo... - which clearly demonstrated that even when it's entirely horseless, that pasture is still a threat for artistic endeavours).
But back to the photo. So one morning during my vacation back in May I got up quite early. It had rained all night, and now the fog was creeping up from the valley below to our village just as the sky cleared up and the morning sun started to shine through the trees.
And just as I did when I was a teenager I grabbed my camera and ran out to photograph this beautiful mood of ghostlike trees and sunbeams cutting through the mist. There had already been such a day a week earlier (which is when I took this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51543603732/in/datepo... ), but this time, the horses were also there.
Because of our slightly strained relationship I only took this one photo of them (I now wish I had taken more: talk about missed opportunities), and otherwise concentrated on the landscape. It was only later when I went through all the photos on my computer that I realized that I actually really liked those horses, even despite the whole composition being such a cliché. And I realized another thing: when I drained the photo of all the color, I liked it even better - because there was almost a bit of grain in it, like in the photos from my youth.
Since then I have experimented quite a bit with b/w and sepia compositions (some of which I will upload here eventually I guess), but this photo here is the first one that helped me rediscover my old passion. I hope you like it even though it builds quite a stark contrast with the rest of my tiny - and very colorful - gallery. But in the spirit of showing you the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat (and also in the spirit of expanding my gallery a bit beyond lizards and insects), I think it's not such a bad fit.
As always, many greetings to all of you, have a wonderful day and don't hesitate to let me know what you think 😊
..“No matter how cold your proverbial winter, you can plant seeds of change in your life by changing your thoughts and actions.”
― Andrea Goeglein
I'd tell you that I'm always with you
For I am
But my soul will still reach for you
Even if I was right in front of you
-B. Logan-
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Head : Catwa - Catya
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Decor :
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Another evening on the beach, a few degrees colder with a brisker wind meant the main beach at Southerndown was virtually empty. It was just a matter of time till people drifted off and clouds drifted in. There were two distinct layers of clouds, the upper long trailing ribbons of cloud giving movement, and the lower ones zooming under. Matter of time by The Low Anthem is perfect, a few minutes can make such a difference.
Small said, 'But what about when we are dead and gone, will you love me then, does love go on?'
Large held Small snug as they looked out at the night, at the moon in the dark and the stars shining bright. 'Small, look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies, for you see, Small, love like starlight never dies...'
Debi Gliori
No Matter What
for all who love
beyond boundaries of space and time
comments off for this one
with my gratitude for the quiet company :-)
not things you feel you ought to do :-)
Chris Steele-Perkins
Ukraine Matters!
prunus mume, weeping japanese flowering apricot, 'Brudal Veil', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Lope de Vega
Al hombro el cielo, aunque su sol sin lumbre
de Lope de Vega
Al hombro el cielo, aunque su sol sin lumbre,
y en eclipse mortal las más hermosas
estrellas, nieve ya las puras rosas,
y el cielo tierra, en desigual costumbre.
Tierra, forzosamente pesadumbre,
y así, no Atlante, a las heladas losas
que esperan ya sus prendas lastimosas,
Sísifo sois, por otra incierta cumbre.
Suplícoos me digáis, si Amor se atreve
¿cuándo pesó con más pesar, Fernando,
o siendo fuego, o convertida en nieve?
Mas el fuego no pesa, que exhalando
la materia a su centro, es carga leve;
la nieve es agua, y pesará llorando.
Snow
Lope de Vega
On the shoulder the sky, although its sun without light
by Lope de Vega
On the shoulder the sky, although its sun without light,
and in mortal eclipse the most beautiful
stars, snow and pure roses,
and heaven earth, in unequal custom.
Earth, necessarily grief,
and so, not Atlantean, to the frozen slabs
already waiting for their pitiful garments,
Sisyphus you are, for another uncertain summit.
Please tell me, if Love dares
When did you weigh more heavily, Fernando,
or being fire, or turned into snow?
But the fire does not weigh, than exhaling
matter at its center is light load;
snow is water, and will weigh crying.
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end.
There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours, or days.
All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.
Your wealth, fame, and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.
It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.
Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies will finally disappear.
So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire.
The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.
It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end.
It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.
Even your gender and skin colour will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?
What will matter is not what you bought but what you built; not what you got but what you gave.
What will matter is not your success but your significance.
What will matter is not what you learned but what you taught.
What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage,
or sacrifice that enriched, empowered, or encouraged others to emulate your example.
What will matter is not your competence but your character.
What will matter is not how many people you knew but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.
What will matter is not your memories but the memories of those who loved you.
What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom, and for what.
Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.
It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice
Chose to live a life that matters.
Michael Josephson
Walking in fog often provides a visual representation of my thought process. My brain constantly brings different topics into view, but in the process lets others slide into the periphery. Most of the time they are all still there, competing for my attention, but all in varying degrees. In fog I respond to the overall loss of clarity, but also the nuance that is created by relative distance. It's this layering effect I find most appealing as more distant objects eventually recede into nothingness...exactly the same as my mind reacts.
Walking outdoors this morning felt otherworldly. I love seeing familiar places rendered as ones I'm visiting for the very first time. A rich dichotomy as the serenity of fog is ripped apart by this visceral reaction. In these moments I invariably come up with camera angles that never would have occurred to me in normal circumstances.
Series: Oberschöneweide, Berlin
“Cheerfulness, it would appear,
is a matter which depends fully as much on the state
of things within,
as on the state of things without and around us.”
― Charlotte Brontë
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Just me and my camera jumping around in -10c winter night for 3 hours i think. Was fun but got little cold. Single 40sec exposure on tripod. Edited only contrast and tones in photoshop.
Outfit : [Mazzaro] Anthony / GCD - Pro DJ Headphones
Pet : SEmotion Libellune Tropical Aratinga
Body : [Signature] Gianni Body
Head : LeLutka EvoX
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Being passionate from something,
It make every day getting magic..🎶
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No matters.... the song,
A song is like a second consicence,
She got the goal to giver/share or receive feelings,
When you feel sad, happy even in love,
When you share a song to someone,
Be sure as she care the lyric meaning.🎶
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Sometimes you feel yourself attract by a song without know why,
but when you learn the lyric text meaning,
You finally understand why. Melodies are universal.
♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬
The sound to fit the text :
[MV] 태일 (TAEIL) - Starlight / Official Music
🎼 www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNj-GhxPM0g 🎼
♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬♬
Madonna [Ray Of Light]
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So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words, I don't just say
And nothing else matters
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words, I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
So close, no matter how far
It couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know
I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words, I don't just say
And nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know, yeah, yeah
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
Interesting juxtaposition of a cattle farm against a Wind Farm. I captured this image while visiting the southernmost point in the Big Island of Hawaii and, for that matter, in the United States.
The Tawhiri Power LLC is an independent power producer that supplies electricity for the State of Hawaii. The Pakini Nui Wind Farm is Tawhiri's principle project and is located near South Point on the Big Island of Hawaii. Since 2007, the wind farm has supplied approximately 18,000 Hawaiian homes per year with a green and renewable source of electrical power.
About the Wind Farm:
The south point area of Hawaii is one of the best places in the world for a wind farm because of its exceptionally strong and consistent trade winds. As as result, Tawhiri Power LLC selected this location for the Pakini Nui Wind Farm.
Construction of the wind farm began in August of 2006 and was completed in early 2007. On April third, 2007 the wind farm began commercial operation. There are a total of fourteen General Electric 1.5 Mega-Watt SE turbines at Pakini Nui. These turbines can provide nearly 21 Mega-Watts of electricity for the Big Island of Hawaii.
The Pakini Nui Wind Farm is located 7 miles down South Point Road from its junction with Route 11.
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Skin - Isabel by The Skinnery
Ears - Princess Ears by Swallow
Body - Lara by Maitreya
Shape - Kacee by DeeTaleZ
Hair - Mayhem by Stealthic
Clothing:
Hoodie - Mayhem by toksik
Accessories:
Nails - Dazzle by toksik
Nose ring - Diamond Nose Stud by Punch
Lip ring - Lip Ring by ~LF~
Rings - Wonder Rings by Kibitz
No matter your storms, how long you stay away, your wounds, your chaos, or imperfections, I will be here with my hand reaching out for you, always.
You may think that you are protecting me. Yet, I am holding the umbrella, building the sanctuary; the home and providing the safe harbour for you, always.
Two arms are waiting when you are ready and able to walk through the open door, out of the storm to rest your weary mind, body, and spirit, and rejoice once more...and Always.
One of my all time favorite romantic movies is "Always". It's about letting go of the past and being ready, able, and willing to embrace the new. The in-between is filled with storms and putting out the fires that arise so that later on, when it's time, you can dance once more with someone who is also ready, willing, and able.
Here in Florida, I not only survived the storms, but became stronger than ever because of them.
I'll come visit your coastlines and photostreams with a liferaft when I am able. Rejoice in all your storms for the Lord is making a way! Thank you for the kind favs and comments. They are very much appreciated.
Among the dense darkness
the world was black: nothing.
When with a sudden jerk
straight shape, curve shape
he brings the flame to life.
Glass, oak, illuminated,
What joy of being they have,
in light, in lines, be
in living gloss and vein!
when the flame goes out,
fugitive realities,
that shape, that color,
They're running away.
Do they live here or in doubt?
a nostalgia slowly rises
not of the moon, not of love,
not infinity. Nostalgia
of a vase on a table.
by Pedro Salinas
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