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If you believe in moderation as a foundational philosophical principle, the Hoh Rainforest in Olympic National Park, Washington, might not be for you. Mosses cover, drape from and envelop nearly everything that stays still for very long, and the excess of mosses goes so far that different types of moss often appear to overtake each other (I wonder whether in Darwinian competition or in symbiosis?). The sensory result as you might imagine is tremendous beauty, as it often is when nature's greatest exuberances are on full display.
This semi-closeup is of a stand of conifers of some sort, with all but their topmost branches long having exchanged needles for vibrant coats of mosses. I became somewhat obsessed with trying to interestingly photograph these scenes where the moss-laden branches of nearby trees interlocked like impenetrable emerald turnstiles. It's a bit of a jumble to be sure, but if the goal is to show how omnipresent, or immoderate, the moss coverage is in many parts of the Hoh, this might do the trick.
Thanks for viewing!
Just for the fun of it.
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Smartphone Woman Photo Art - Moderation - B&W - Click Here
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Soon I will making some photos myself from my camera and doing some photo arts, right now just having fun trying to master how I do this type of work. Wish i could find better HQ photos and this is why I want to start doing them myself, already setup a backdrop in my home for making alpha shoots.
Got one project going on that will be using VRay in the 3d max for making very real rooms and outside landscape. I am also part nvidia beta new apps that will be using real time ray Tracing on RTX GPU Hardware
NVIDIA Omniverse
developer.nvidia.com/nvidia-omniverse-platform
NVIDIA Machinima
www.nvidia.com/en-us/omniverse/apps/machinima/
NVIDIA Omniverse View
www.nvidia.com/en-us/omniverse/apps/view/
NVIDIA Omniverse Create - This is very cool making very real content.
www.nvidia.com/en-us/omniverse/apps/create/
Blender 3.0 alpha USD branch
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNfxFXgOYxU
NVIDIA Omniverse Audio2Face
www.nvidia.com/en-us/omniverse/apps/audio2face/
PS The background is my photo
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The Girl Photo was from here before the changes on it - Click Here to view
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The cloister is adorned with many sculptures; here, we see a dragon around grapes. The dragon means that wine and liquor, though good for the body and the spirit in small amounts, can lead to evil when that amount exceeds moderation. Virtue is in moderation.
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Many African cultures revere the African Elephant as a symbol of strength and power. It is also praised for its size, longevity, stamina, mental faculties, cooperative spirit, and loyalty. South Africa uses elephant tusks in their coat of arms to represent wisdom, strength, moderation and eternity.
Gottschalk presents his book ‘UNGEFILTERT Bekenntnisse von einem, der den Mund nicht halten kann’ at the Frankfurt Book Fair - and gives a very special assessment of my photographic endeavours.
Moderation: Bärbel Schäfer
Hesse, Germany 19.10.2024
www.youtube.com/clip/Ugkxh25fi7wH81HEzwLeHZoJJ8BXYl1raiMq
Gottschalk präsentiert sein Buch "UNGEFILTERT Bekenntnisse von einem, der den Mund nicht halten kann" auf der Frankfurter Buchmesse - und gibt eine sehr spezielle Einschätzung meiner fotografischen Bemühungen.
Moderation: Bärbel Schäfer
Hessen, Deutschland 19.10.2024
The Leica Gallery Wetzlar presented the art project ‘Elegia Fantastica’ by Emanuele Scorcelletti from 23 May to 22 September 2024.
Moderation: Curator Karin Rehn-Kaufmann
Leica World in Wetzlar, Lahn-Dill district
Hesse, Germany 22.05.2024
leica-camera.com/en-GB/event/emanuele-scorcelletti-elegia...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bd2PIeQi0Y
Ein enthusiastisches "So ist es!"
Die Leica Galerie Wetzlar präsentierte vom 23. Mai bis 22. September 2024 das Kunstprojekt „Elegia Fantastica“ von Emanuele Scorcelletti.
Moderation: Kuratorin Karin Rehn-Kaufmann
Leica Welt in Wetzlar, Lahn-Dill-Kreis
Hessen, Deutschland 22.05.2024
leica-camera.com/de-DE/event/emanuele-scorcelletti-elegia...
Nataha Lebedeva (UA): keys;
Sabine Linecker: double bass, Organisation;
Laura Marti (UA): vocals;
Bina Blumecron: Moderation;
Iluminación tamizada, mesura, parquedad, sensatez, serenidad y eficiencia.
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The holiday season from Thanksgiving through the New Year is a dangerous time for many of us. Good intentions of eating in moderation seem to get way-laid by thoughts of “well, maybe just one more won’t hurt”.
The most popular starting date for diets is “tomorrow.”
This eagle was quite a ways from me when I took this photo. As I was squinting through the viewfinder, I thought something looked a little off as at first glance he appeared to be the most squat and overweight eagle I had come across.
But when I got the photo up on my monitor at home, I realized his body was facing away from me and his head was completely turned around as he kept me in view. Quite an amazing physical ability that I have only seen replicated by my mother when I was a young lad.
Eagles have 14 neck vertebrae which is twice as many as humans and enables them to rotate their head up to about 180 degrees in each direction. Added note, eagles eyes are fixed in their sockets and do not move like ours.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
A 1/4 shot of Cava de Oro Extra Añejo Tequila served icy cold with an ice cube (the older you get, the less you need) & a cold glass of Hanger 24 Columbus IPA (seasonal now:-) & yes, the glass is not the brewery the beer is from.
spritz à l'aperitif , Venise
spritz aperitivo , Venezia
à consommer avec modération
bere con moderazione
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Art Info: Made with Photoshop 2D and Photoshop 3D
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Doing it with a smile art - With Text - Moderation - (HQ) - Click Here
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Self-ivre à regarder avec modération
Tout cela parce que www.flickr.com/photos/fabien_georget n'a pas été très sage
By Anonyme Frimousse
Another abandoned hospital piece...I have never ever ever used this color before and in all likelihood I won't again (aside from the rest of the pics in this place) but yeah...orange is not a favorite of mine. I thought it was interesting for this piece though! These hospital photos work a lot better with the other 39 surrounding them....but I think they can stand alone as well.
New essay up on my blog, with the title playing off of Carver's short story "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love". Of course my title replaces "love" with "art", and it is about how to speak about your work and create with intent.
I've been having the most wonderful conversations through formspring and facebook ^^ :D
More playing around with the nifty fifty, HBW!!!
Music: Jem - Come On Closer right click and open in new window/tab
INVITES ARE GREAT, BUT PLEASE IN MODERATION
All my public photos are free for personal use
The last of the sunset shots from a few weeks ago
Music Bob Marley - Red Red Wine right click and open in new window/tab
Constructive criticism appreciated!
INVITES ARE GREAT, BUT PLEASE IN MODERATION
All my public photos are free for personal use
Water, taken in moderation, cannot hurt anybody. Mark Twain
Textures:
Blue container 1 by Aenee
CPAH By Ghostbone and Telzey:
www.flickr.com/photos/telzey/3114856172/in/set-7215761126...
Barkspot by Pareeerica:
www.flickr.com/photos/8078381@N03/3884001126/in/set-72157...
In sensible moderation beer can help ease the passage through life.
“God made beer because he loves us and wants us to be happy.”
Benjamin Franklin never said this—about beer, at least. In a circa-1779 letter to the Abbé Morellet, Franklin muses on biblical mentions of wine and remarks, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards; there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine; a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.”
Well back in 1778 I don't suppose he had tried a "good beer" .
The beer that people used to drink was known as “small beer”. The alcohol by volume percentage of small beer was typically less than 2.8%, and as it had such a low alcohol content, it didn't actually make people intoxicated.
At mealtimes in the Middle Ages, persons of all ages drank small beer, particularly while eating a meal at the table. Table beer was around this time typically less than 1% alcohol by volume.
Nowadays in the UK beers are typically between 4 - 6% alcohol, with some "speciality beers" being as high as 9 - 10%
Quote from google:
Fallen Navy Seal Shane Patton is quoted as saying “Anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Moderation is for cowards.” Even Yoda weighed in: “Do or do not. There is not try.”
:-)) Hope everyone has a Happy Bokeh Wednesday!
Again I'm really busy today but will do my best to visit...
INVITES ARE GREAT, BUT PLEASE IN MODERATION
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM/SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME
All my public photos are free for personal use
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess."
So said Oscar Wilde, so say I.
No problems with chromophobia here :)
Homesick for moderation,
Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
–Mary Oliver
Had a little fun out back under the Bottlebrush tree....... then I took this picture, haha :-))
Sorry friends but I must cut way back on the time spent commenting, I'll be spending an hour or so at my group most days, so come visit if you like @ ...-Winks Place-...
Music choice is from the playlist of Radio Paradise my favorite radio station: My Morning Jacket - Golden right click and open in new window/tab
INVITES ARE GREAT, BUT PLEASE IN MODERATION
All my public photos are free for personal use
CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM/SUGGESTIONS ARE ALWAYS WELCOME
Does it really give you strength? Apparently in Cornwall - if you are a woman and order this in the pub they will think you are pregnant .........
Going walk about.
A trip by bicycle in Australia.
Depicted by David Gulpilil in an Australian classic movie Walkabout, was, a “walkabout”, if you don’t know what it is, that is fine, it is a not so unfamiliar tail despite what the trailer might have you believe. Here is a link to the official trailer, www.bing.com/videos/search?q=walk+about&docid=6034988... please note that the trailer has dated much more than the movie, and that the trailer does not do the movie credit. It is about the test of a young man, that is regardless of origin or race, a story that is universal. In general, it is as some Europeans call it, a bildungsroman. The formative years of an individual’s life that are spiritual in nature. And like a monk’s pilgrimage it works best when you do it alone. Well, at least for a period anyway.
While riding my bicycle around exploring the city I once lived in Melbourne, I met a pair of Austrians or Swedes at the Carlton bar, in Bourke Street, (here is a link to the map, of where to find it www.bing.com/search?pc=W145&q=carlton+bar&form=BW... ). It was somewhere in the nineties. The Carlton, l was informed before l went there, was meant to be a bit of a dive. But despite that, it was a Melbourne institution, as, when everywhere else was closed, you could always go to the Carton. It was an institution that had run down a little around the edges. Financially as drugs took over the neuro stimulus trade, it reduced the ability for a proprietor to sell a beer at a profit. Despite this, the two Austrians, or Swedes, were enjoying their beer in moderation. They were not impressed with me so much; as, and to be specific, with my process of self-destruction, one that l was applying at the time, well, it was the nineties and grunge was a lifestyle, not a genre of music. Despite a few differences they had imparted their tales of their own walk abouts on me.
One was a carpenter; a highly skilled trade, and I would latter go onto find out via a documentary on another European carpenter, about how hard it is to become a carpenter, of actual standing, and, or gain the qualification. He told me that he produced houses with no nails, it seemed like a foreign concept to me. No nails in a roof? He was talking about the frame, and he informed me that the buildings were incredibly strong. I presume that they, the houses he built had to be incredibly strong, to withstand the winds and snow that occur in the mountains of Europe, and his indigenous country.
While broaching the subject of carpenters, it should be said, that, I apologize to European carpenters especially Swedish ones. I am apologizing, for saying in an essay, (an essay that become a part of my bildungsroman), an essay that I failed at university, one that, I stated and to quote, “that although the Swedish flag carried the cross of a carpenter”, as in the cross of Christ, “they had superseded carpenters with Ikea”. I said, and to paraphrase, that, “yes, the Swedes, the Swedes had made carpenters redundant”. It seemed highly ironic on many levels, and the inference was that Christ was, and his people were, no longer required. I was not trying to be crass; l was not trying to be obtuse, it was a real observation, one that l had aligned with an abandonment as far as l could see for some Austrians and Swedish of their heritage. I may be wrong, and to be sincere, l hope l am.
The documentary I watched, talked about carpenters from the region having to leave their homes or areas and work in foreign parts. The travels where no less than as practiced by males of other countries, as would have been exhibited, and or experienced by people like Gulpilil before and after colonization. Like Gulpilil in Walk About, they had to survive, and, or earn a living by themselves. At the beginning of their journey, they would take only rudimentary money, and possessions. Relying on their trade to supply them with all they would need to survive. It seemed no less than a walk about, one that l had heard of, and or learned of through Gulpilil as a child. It showed, and displayed respect, for both teachers, the trade being taught, and the student. It was a measured risk, by those that set the young men on their journeys, and for the young men.
On my journey aided by my bicycle, I met these two young men, they were respectful young gentlemen. One a carpenter, and the second a younger man, informed me was the descendant of a European scientist. A scientist of such standing, that he was on his nations bank notes. I can’t remember what he did for a living, but he seemed to be of money, in a way that the carpenter was not. Despite having studied science, and its history, both in an academic setting, and on my own time, for the life of me, I cannot remember his last name, or if he was Swedish or Austrian exactly. It is something that vexes me to this day. Because where I excel in memory, l have a savant like ability to forget names. I make up for my deficiency in the detail, or an ability to remember, what l am interested in, and to recall what I speak, or spoke about. This type or level of memory recall has its issues. I have joked before that I will not remember your name, but every detail of your life’s history you impart upon me. It has had me labelled weird, not normal, and after having my IQ tested, it is not, nor would l hope, be ever normal.
We spoke about his trip, and his Australian rendezvous, with a young woman, who he knew from Austria, or Sweden. They were to, and did meet, on Australian soil. Like him, she was also on a rite of passage. We spoke about his grandfather the scientist. We spoke of his love for a young woman he hoped to marry, and we spoke of his deep appreciation of her. He described in detail his night with her on a New Year’s Eve, gazing into the southern sky of Australia, a visual not seen in the northern hemisphere. He spoke of his total trust, in the fidelity of their friendship, as they walked different paths, and experienced various times in Australia. He was very decent, and the conversation imparted on me, a respect by a young man for a woman that no other man young or old ever has, it wasn’t despite his innocence, it was because of it. Despite his polite nature, he felt at liberty to correct me on my observations of women. Right or wrong the conversation went stale, I thanked the men for their conversation, and wished them well. I wished them well, for both for their trip around Australia, and on their trip through life.
My observations are that a walkabout for the man who has the talent, i.e., talent enough to be a man, can, and is, a mutual exchange between the areas or countries involved. Like the carpenter l had left home with little money, and while getting an allowance of 25 dollars a week for food and tram tickets, I soon realised early on, after doing some rudimentary accounting, that my mode of transport, would be a poor man’s alternative, that of the bicycle. I bought it, my Japanese Lotus chrome molly Mountain bike, from a man who used to race the Sun tour. I scrounged up the money for it. It was a bike that would last me approximately ten years, before an accident with a car, where l was nearly killed and maimed. My bicycle had given me a freedom from trams, and cars, and although it came with the potential of death, l could at least afford to eat, and have a roof over my head.
It has been said that the area I come from, (Shepparton, Victoria, Australia), that it has produced more than its fair share of world champion level cyclists, of which, I would never be included even closely in the ranks of, due to lack of talent. This was despite passing two young men, a state champion and a future world champion who rode several tour de Frances. I passed them with no hands on the bars, during a race, or during their attack to be more precise. It was a bold move, and it still makes me laugh, it was utterly shameless. The small city and the area had, an amazing history when it comes to cycling. One local even went on to open a hotel in Flanders, Belgium, here is a link for its page flandrienhotel.com/ A hotel dedicated to cycling, and cyclists. He became a masters world champ while at it, he was a bit of an over achiever, to say the least, and it made me wonder why this area had been so productive, in the production of cyclists. I can only really speculate on it, as I looked from the not so distant outside at these brilliant athletes, that changed, or altered the world of cycling forever. Their names etched into cycling immortality, I speculated that like Flanders it was the persistent winds we get here, the great people, the long straight roads, and the close rolling hills. The roads make you into an accustomed sufferer, like all men, as even the hard men of Flanders should be, or outright must be. A right of suffering minus the cobbles, one that enables them to ply their trade, and be considered men. You learned to work, because every corner is 5 to 10 kilometres away, you learned to work as no one gives any quarter as to how good you are, or cares what your reputation is. You learn to work, because being dropped from the peloton, or pack, makes the ride home a sobering process, one of personal introspection, about your abilities, and your capacities as a man, when compared to others. And just like Geppetto, an elderly wood worker who carved himself a boy, a cycling community with many kind and gentle old men produced champions from unlikely wood stock. Imparting on them not just about riding bicycles, but how to do it like a man.
Despite not being such a great cyclist, one area, that I never had much issue with was memory. It has both been a boon, and a mysterious problem for those that have never met me before. It taught me the frailty and fear that some people have, when it comes to others. I recall while speaking to a bar maid at the Carlton hotel, (yes, that was the historical name for her profession), she was an Islander woman from the pacific, and somehow l had managed to distress her. She thought l was stalking her, when I recalled a conversation. A conversation we had had a couple of weeks earlier. I understand now why she felt that way. I, as part of a research program, with one of Australia’s elite universities, had my IQ measured. It was found, that in some respects, of the IQ equivalency test, l could nearly not be accurately measured. One of these areas was memory. In our earlier discussion she spoke to me about her and her partner’s band. I raised it in the conversation we had weeks later, and she asked security to have me removed from the pub saying l was a stalker. It was a disturbing accusation, and I never went back to the pub for years after it. As it turned out, it would not be the last time this scenario would play out. It also happened, when at another pub in Malvern, I spoke to a librarian from a university, we spoke about her dog, and her job, it was quite a cordial conversation. But several weeks later, I spoke to her again, and she could not remember me at all, she did not seem that drunk when I first met her, but she freaked. I had recalled the breed of dog she had; a Labrador cross, I still can. I tried to speak to her about her job as a librarian, because she had seemed quite interesting the first time we had met, but she weirded out. I did not think she was interesting anymore. I realised she was probably a bullet dodged, to use a euphemism. She had become part of my walk about. Part of my walk about, was to be confronted by males and females protecting women with no memories of the conversations they held. It dawned on me that they may have never had a male listen to anything they had ever said. That they had never genuinely, met a man interested in what a woman had to say, let alone recall it weeks later. And like Gulpilil in his iconic movie, I just moved on.
A bicycle is a gift. Using my bike to go on my walk about, enabled me to cover more ground than actual walking. And just like a trade, to do it well, takes skill. As a child, or a new teen going to high school, I would ride 20-kilometre round trips on a new type of bicycle, a mountain bike, to visit friends. People laughed at my bike. A bike that was neither a road bike nor a BMX, yep, l am that old! Some people joke about being older than Google, but as far as mountain bikes go, l am older than them. I now have grey hairs in my beard to prove it, and at around the same time as Google had come about, l had stopped programming. I stopped as my programming career was as successful as my cycling racing. I would, with good reason, never go on to be a professional. But in my bildungsroman of a walk about, my bicycle enabled me to be free. And like all freedom it comes from suffering or work, it is a lesson learnt, and l found it was applicable to all my endeavours, or enterprises in life. I explored and went places that l could never afford to go, because I road there. And although not being in the league of Indian artist PK Mahanandia who when he met Charlotte Von Schedvin, road from India to Europe to find her on a second-hand bicycle, I would go onto find love, and use a bicycle like him to facilitate that love. I would use the education of discipline in life, that l had gained while riding it. I would suffer both physically, and from the broken heart it helped give me. As a result, I seem to be a lot more introspective as l get older, and looking back in hindsight, it was the thing that chiselled a boy into a man.
Many African cultures revere the African Elephant as a symbol of strength and power. It is also praised for its size, longevity, stamina, mental faculties, cooperative spirit, and loyalty. South Africa uses elephant tusks in their coat of arms to represent wisdom, strength, moderation and eternity.
For greater detail, please click on the image.
Aprecie sem moderação.
**Enjoy without moderation.
** Mais de 1.000 visualizações nesta foto, ooowww... obrigado a todos..
*** Over 1,000 views in this photo, ooowww ... thanks you all ..
Corner stones and glass of Nottingham City Centre
Hey Flickr Moderation Bot - You changed this photo status to Moderate. Uh? I've changed it to safe :) - coz it is.
The Corner House, Nottingham.
Originally opened in 1865, the front facade of the building has hardly changed.
Here is what is open in the Cornerhouse as of this weekend. you want more information on changes to service please visit the individual pages): Gin Secco Nottingham, Icon Hair Salons, Alto Nottingham, Funstation, Turtle Bay, Tamatanga and Slug & Lettuce.
The Cornerhouse is Nottingham’s number one Leisure and Entertainment destination, based in the heart of Nottingham City Centre. Whether you’re after a night out at the Cinema, a round of Adventure Golf or a game of mini bowling, we have everything you need all under one roof! Cineworld at The Cornerhouse is Nottingham’s only City Centre Cinema, boasting 14 screens and IMAX.
If a night of drinking and dancing is more your thing, you can experience Nottingham city centre’s best bars and clubs as well as boasting Nottingham’s one and only terrace bar.
With a great variety of popular drinking and dining options, The Cornerhouse is perfect for dining al fresco, family restaurants and even a cocktail or two, there is everything here you could possibly need.
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