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This is a crop from the earlier post to make the Garudas more emphatic in the frame and in line with some earlier posts that just show case a similar theme from Thailand>
A strong row of Garudas hold centre stage on the outer wall of the Wat Pho temple in Bangkok
What is captivating is the long row of identical Garudas that stretch along the side of the temple. It is difficult to get a shot without a human being in the frame as the number of visitors thronging the area is enormous. I was lucky.
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Funerary figures are often surrounded by myths that say they accompany and protect the souls of the deceased in the afterlife. These figures symbolize the belief in life after death and the idea that they help the dead survive in the other world and fulfill their tasks.
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Grabfiguren sind oft von Mythen umgeben, die besagen, dass sie die Seelen der Verstorbenen im Jenseits begleiten und beschützen. Diese Figuren symbolisieren den Glauben an
ein Leben nach dem Tod und die
Vorstellung, dass sie den Toten helfen, in der anderen Welt zu bestehen und ihre Aufgaben zu erfüllen.
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MYTHS IN EVERYDAY LIFE is the topic for October 19th – 25th 2024, Group Our Daily Challenge
Hasta siempre!
by Buena vista social club
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcPm5Rn36Kw
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Following a question from Lynne Berry (Photographic Queen of Steetley Pier fame) regarding the location of an opening scene from a recent TV series, it prompted Horace and I to take a look at said location in Mid Cornwall.
Whilst I bagged a couple of shots of this outcrop, Horace wondered off into the village of Roche armed with his notebook, (he is very good at short trotter) where he would keep his snout to the ground and leave no rasher unturned.
Totally out of character Horace walked into the Pub in Roche with his little notebook to source local knowledge regarding this ruined 15th century hermitage and the myth and mystery that surrounds it.
Horace gleamed that the ruined chapel on top of this outcrop was built around 1409 and dedicated to St Michael.
According to local folklore, a hermit and his daughter lived within the rocky structure, another story suggests the hermitage was occupied by some people who contracted leprosy and stayed here to avoid infecting others in the village.
Horace kept probing with his own journalistic style (mines a pint mate) to discover other tales, one being that Jan Tregeagle (Cornwall’s own Faust) a tortured sinner made a pact with the devil then tried to find refuge in the chapel when being chased by demons. (And people think I make things up).
It’s also said that doomed lovers Tristan and Isolde, from a medieval legend, hid here when their love had been discovered by Isolde’s husband, King Mark. It was at this point Horace looked at his empty glass and thought it is time to quit while he was able.
Once again I was very fortunate that whilst preparing to take this shot it poured down with rain, however as it started to clear this sky appeared and the rest is history.
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The moment I saw this mallard I was reminded of the myth of Narcissus and of so many works of art that depict the young man who fell in love with his own reflection. The name Narcissus is, of course, the source of the word narcissist.
I have named this mallard Donald J. Trump.
Its not Monsters that scare me, for Myths and Legends can't hurt me, its people and cruelty that make me afraid..... Thought of the week ~ KissThePixel2018
Gothic Myths - The Lady Of Crows by Daniel Arrhakis (2017)
Work of my new series : "Dyuranhd - Gothic Myths"
With the music : Gothic Storm Music - Endeavor
She is eternal and independent, wrapped in mystery and darkness but with the power to love forever and transform herself in her flights of thousands of crows ... timeless and free !!
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The northern gannet (Morus bassanus) is a seabird, the largest species of the gannet family, Sulidae. It is native to the coasts of the Atlantic Ocean, breeding in Western Europe and Northeastern North America.
The sexes are similar in appearance. The adult northern gannet has a mainly white streamlined body with a long neck, long and slender wings. It is 87–100 cm (34–39 in) long with a 170–180 cm (67–71 in) wingspan.
The head and nape have a buff tinge that is more prominent in breeding season, and the wings are edged with dark brown-black feathers.
The long pointed bill is blue-grey, contrasting with black bare skin around the mouth and eyes. Juveniles are mostly grey-brown, becoming increasingly white in the five years it takes them to reach maturity.
Nesting takes place in colonies on both sides of the North Atlantic, the largest of which are at Bass Rock (75,000 pairs as of 2014), St. Kilda (60,000 pairs as of 2013) and Ailsa Craig (33,000 pairs as of 2014) in Scotland, Grassholm in Wales, and Bonaventure Island (60,000 pairs in 2009) off the coast of Quebec.
Its breeding range has extended northward and eastward, colonies being established on Russia's Kola Peninsula in 1995 and Bear Island, southernmost island of Svalbard, in 2011. Colonies are mostly located on offshore islands with cliffs, from which the birds can more easily launch into the air. The northern gannet undertakes seasonal migrations and hunts for the fish that form the bulk of its diet by high-speed dives into the sea.
The northern gannet was previously hunted for food in parts of its range, and the traditional practice still continues in the Outer Hebrides of Scotland and the Faroe Islands. It faces few natural or man-made threats, and since its population is growing, it is considered to be a least-concern species by the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN). As a conspicuous and common bird, it has been mentioned in several ancient myths and legends.
This image was taken at RSPB Bempton Cliffs in Yorkshire, England
Legend has it that this castle is the origin of the King Arthur myth. Tintagel Castle dates back to the 1300's.
The castle was on either side of where the bridge currently is. But there was a natural land bridge across which nature has erased over time.
Across the harbour is Camelot Castle Hotel, which is pretty grand looking. This was made in 1894 according to the interweb.
If you are planning to hike up the Kleiner Mythen, check out my blog post and hike report on the best vantage points on this hike.
I went back to the Kleiner Mythen for Sunset this weekend. This shot was taken about an hour before sunset.
The first time I hiked up the Kleiner Mythen, I came across a couple of good vantage points on the way up. This is one of them, I think it's called, and it's called Zwüschet Mythen. The lake in the middle is Lake Lucerne.
Panorama made of 4 vertical images.
Langsam sind alle Fotostellen in der Zentralschweiz bereits mit dem 67788 umgesetzt. Da bleibt nicht viel anderes Übrig als neues Ausprobieren. Der gewählte Standort taucht öfters bei "Hochstativfotografen" auf. Leider hab ich kein Hochstativ, sondern wie man im Schattenwurf erkennen kann, nur eine ca. 3.5m hohe Leiter. Wir versuchten mithilfe der Leiter etwas in die Richtung "Hochstativ-Foto" zu machen.
Iceland is a place of rich folklore and abounds in many ancients myths and Viking tales. Most of the Viking mythology was written down in Old Norse language in Iceland to be preserved and passed onto future generations. It is hard not to feel the power of these myths when one is confronted with rugged and surreal Icelandic landscape. Stokksnes is one place that made me feel the awe of this land. I could lose myself completely in the rugged and dark beauty of Vestrahorn mountain surrounded by the black sand dunes and listening to the sound of the ocean.
Myth and magick aren't relegated to the month of October.
The November round of Designer Showcase includes magical goodies of all sorts.
Today's outfit from Anastyle is called Tiamat after the pre-Babylonian goddess of chaos and creation.
Nails are Dark Botanicals from Cazimi.
Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2025/11/110525ds04.html
Aeolus, the son of Hippotes, is the Keeper of the Four Winds within the myth known as Homer's Odyssey.
Aeolus is a minor god placed on the island of Aeolia by the more prestigious Olympian gods of Greek mythology. He is placed in charge of the Anemoi Theullai, the four spirits of the four winds kept deep within the island of Aeolia.
When the Olympian gods wanted to send wind or storms to the vessels of the Greeks, they would command Aeolus to release the four winds.
The four main Anemoi are Boreas (North), Zephyrus (West), Notus (South) and Eurus (East).
Their Roman equivalents (Venti) are, respectively, Aquilon, Favonius, Auster and Vulturnus.
Quote from "The Birth of Venus" by Sandro Botticelli (c. 1484–1486), Uffizi, Florence.
Portofino has a history buried in myth. The Romans claimed to have founded the town and named it Portus Delphini, or Port of Dolphins, because of the large number that lived in the Tigullian Gulf. Others say it was owned by the Benedictines from the nearby Abbey of San Fruttuoso, and passed into the hands of the Republic of Genoa in 1414.
Whatever the true history, Portofino's natural harbor was originally a base for Genoas merchants and for sailing ships seeking a landing place and refuge. Its proximity to the sea was also of key importance to its inhabitants who based their livelihood on fishing.
Portofino can be reached by ferry from Santa Margherita Ligure, Rapallo, Camogli, Cinque Terre and Genoa. The closest train station is in Santa Margherita Ligure, where there's a bus to Portofino from the station. In summer it's usually very crowded and driving and parking can be difficult.
I found my love in Portofino
Portofino became famous in the 1950s with the song "Love In Portofino" which was written by Leo Chiosso and composed by Fred Buscaglione, and released on 12 May 1958. Fred Buscaglione was also the first singer to perform it
Andrea Bocelli - Love in Portofino:
C’est une grande réussite et même on peut le dire une consécration pour moi de vous présenter une belle image en vol de cette espèce emblématique que j'ai bien souvent observée et photographiée.
Il s’agit sans doute de mon espèce d’oiseau favorite toutes espèces confondues tant sa rencontre est animée par les légendes, contes et mythes qui lui collent aux plumes. Avec un plumage très complexe a bien capté en vol, cela m'a valu de mettre à la poubelle beaucoup d'images de ce fabuleux volatile. Une couleur noire brillante avec des reflets argentés et parfois même bleutés d’une infinie beauté.
And another one from the 'great' Mythen in Switzerland; the 'specs' are actually snow as it was snowing today
I think one of the myths that long exposures like this are capable of telling is that a place that was loud or dramatic or dynamic or tempestuous was instead calm and quiet and soothing. I like doing long exposure work quite a bit for a variety of reasons, but I admit sometimes that it bugs me just a little that the roar of the ocean and pounding of the surf are made to appear as if they were never present at all. A scene that looks calm and peaceful was anything but those things. But all photos (or photographers) tell stories. Everything we make could be (or perhaps should be) viewed as a form of fiction... or at the least of narrative. To some degree they all document something, but at the same time I think we tend to believe a bit too readily in what is presented to our eyes. In this image's case I like that the softness of a surf that was anything but placid is balanced by the rough and rugged volcanic rock. You may not be able to see the ocean's bluster in this image but you get a glimpse of its teeth at least.
Hasselblad Flexbody
Kodak Ektar 100 (started out in color, became b&w later)
Where will a myth begin? I would think from an event real or dreamed up. So it is we that make the myths. Go in to a dream and find your way to your own mythical story. Enjoy
Mike
Father and son collaboration
Our photographic art is a kinetic motion study, from the results of interacting with my son A.J and his toys.
He was born severely handicapped much like a quadriplegic. On December 17,1998. Our family’s goal has always been to help A.J. use his mind, even though he has minimal use of his body.
A.J. likes to watch lights and movement. One of the few things he can do for himself is to operate a switch that sets in motion lights and various shiny, colorful streamers and toys that swirl above his bed.
One day I took a picture of A.J. with his toys flying out from the big mobile near his bed like swings on a carnival ride. I liked the way the swirling objects and colors looked in the photo.
I wanted to study the motion more and photograph the whirling objects in an artful way, I wanted my son A.J. to be a part of it. After all, he’s the one who inspires me. When A.J. and I work together on our motion artwork, A.J. starts his streamers and objects twirling, I take the photographs.
Activating a tiny switch might not seem like much to some, but it’s all A.J. can do. He controls the direction the mobile will spin, as well as when it starts and stops. The shutter speeds are long, and sometimes, I move the camera and other times I hold it still.
I begin our creation with a Nikon digital camera. Then I use my computer with Photoshop to alter the images into what I feel might be an artistic way. Working with Photoshop, I find the best parts from several images and combine them into the final composite photograph. I consider the finished work to be fine art. The computer is just the vehicle that helps my expressions grow.
I take the photographs and A.J. adds the magic. It’s something this father and son do together. After I’ve taken a few shots, I show him the photos in the back of the camera. When the images are completed, I show him from a laptop. He just looks. He can’t tell me whether or not he likes the images, but he’s always ready to work with me again.
It offers me my only glance into A.J.’s secret world. We’ve built a large collection of images and I hope the motion and color move you as much as they do me.
A.J. inspires me to work harder to understand my life in the areas of art, photography, people, spirituality, and so much more. He truly sets my mind in motion and helps me find the beauty in everyday things.
Abstract Art set:
www.flickr.com/photos/patnode-rainbowman/sets/72157602269...
AJ Patnode - A Journey of Hope (documentary):
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR7m8QFcmRM
This shows how I do the Camera work:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmjVVGraUVw
AJ'S blog:
Legend has it that this castle is the origin of the King Arthur myth. Tintagel Castle dates back to the 1300's.
The castle was on either side of where the bridge currently is. But there was a natural land bridge across which nature has erased over time.
Photo By: Cate Infinity
In the roar of the 1920’s, under moonlit whispers,
Cleo, the dark vampire, cloaked in night’s allure,
roamed with the spirit of her red rabbit,
a phantom both in shadow and in myth.
Their tale spun through the speakeasies’ smoke,
mingling with jazz, a haunting melody.
Eternal, Cleo hummed a lonely melody,
her voice a soft thread in the whispers,
vanishing like the curl of cigarette smoke.
Each night, in her search for arcane allure,
she traced the footprints of her lost myth,
always beside the echo of her red rabbit.
In velvet darkness, the red rabbit,
against the pulse of a double bass melody,
tapped into the night’s vibrant myth.
In the crowded rooms filled with whispers,
Cleo danced, her presence the ultimate allure,
her eyes smoldering like the end of a smoke.
Through the fog of thick, perfumed smoke,
haunting the corners lingered the red rabbit.
With a gaze sharp and filled with the allure
of forbidden secrets, like a buried melody,
Cleo moved through a sea of whispers,
her essence woven into the fabric of myth.
Together, they were more than myth,
more than the transient trail of smoke.
In hushed tones, the night carried their whispers,
stories of Cleo and her spectral red rabbit,
to the rhythm of an unending, spectral melody,
a dance of shadows, an immortal allure.
Under the spell of moon’s magnetic allure,
Cleo and her companion became a living myth.
Jazz players played their haunting melody,
notes drifting upward with the smoke,
echoing the silent hops of the red rabbit,
a dance of figures cloaked in whispers.
With every melody and swirl of smoke,
Cleo’s allure grew, entwined with her rabbit of myth,
forever bound in the dark, a legend born of whispers.
Head: Genus Morph
Head Accesories: Poison Rouge
Make-Up: Warpaint
Outfit: Moon Amore
Nails and Rings: Pure Poison
Pose: West End