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On a recent walk along a side road near home, these horses hurried to the fence to greet me. At least, that is what I would expect from neigh-borly horses! But honesty forces me to also consider the possibility that they were really looking for a handout. Anyway, I appreciated the attention. ļøāāļø
Previously posted, but it's my favourite photo portraying the tenderness of horses. I absolutely love these beautiful creatures. ā¤ļø
Time Passed, and with Tyrving in hand the Sculler king amassed great fortune, land and power ... legacy. He won many battles and in turn many wars. He was conquest. Then one day another of that ilk landed upon his shores. However this man was not concerned with gold, treasure, or the owning of men. For him it was in the doing, in the being, of something more ... something without compare, unequalled, peerless. He took prize in the subjugation of conquerors like the King to set this forth unequivocally to the world. His name was Cromleck, and he was Berserker, or at that time what was known as a Bearskin.
Berserkers travelled in small packs of a dozen or so warriors, aligning themselves with various warlords, despots, and kings - or those who chose to oppose them, as they saw fit. They were feared by all and wore no armor into battle, only the skins of fearsome animals like the Bear or Wolf. On the field they would go into bloodlust frenzy, seemingly impervious to damage (or at least able to overcome it long enough to attain victory before succumbing to their injuries). They were staunch worshippers of Odin, the Raven God, and Odin was the god of a great many things, but ultimately he was of war and death ... because what is more ultimate than the cessation of life, and when is a man more alive than in the face of that? All those that fell at the hands of a Bearskin became sacrifices to The Raven God, and if they themselves fell, Odin would take them into Valhalla, as was true for all Viking Warriors. So as they saw it, existence was a game, or more accurately a contest, and they were really doing their quarry a favor helping them earn their way into Odin's Hall.
Cromleck was the most feared Berserkir of all. Of late he had come to wear the skin of a large Alpha wolf he had made a point of killing with only his hands. Making him the Alpha ĆlfheĆ°inn or Wolf-Skin. He was giant in stature. Not so much in height, he was rather short really, but he was built like a boulder, his body badly scarred from battle and lack of armor. These scars made more prominent in contrast to his thick dark beard and the hair on his chest and shoulders which only added to the menace of his appearance. Some who saw him on the field of war said that he was like a beast, but they were wrong. You see, he was a monster through and through. However, when business was concluded and all of the game pieces were put back in their boxes at the end of the day, he was really quite charismatic and jovial, in fact funny, and beloved by his small pack. All who met him were taken with him, making him so much more dangerous to his prey.
He had heard of the Sculler King's triumph from afar. Little did The King know how dangerous he had made things for himself, as he had been marked by Cromleck as treasure. There would be no negotiation, no bending of a knee, no surrender. Whether king or berserker, Odin would have his sacrifice. Several days after making anchor, Cromleck had twice seen The King travel the hillside in the early morning with a small hunting party toward a forest filled with game. He decided it was along this path that he would take him, and it would be fair. The King and his men were always armed for battle. The next morning he brought only two of his pack, as he wanted to be outnumbered (it was in the doing, in the being). They waited downhill behind a large rock along the stream where The King's path travelled. Before long, they could hear horses neighing and the conversation of men. ....
Aonther visit to Neigh Bridge Lake to capture a September sunset.
Exposure 0.125 sec (1/8)
Aperture f/20.0
Focal Length 35 mm
ISO Speed 80
Exposure Bias -1 EV
A shot from tonight's sunset over Neigh Bridge Lake. Not as dramatic as I was hoping for, but every sunset is different.
A ND8 natural grad filter was used on this shot to try and bring out the cloud structure.
Aperture Ę/20.0
Focal length 17.0 mm
Shutter 1
ISO 100
I havn't done any night photography in ages due to having to focus on my Exhibition work for CUBE.
I'd had this shot in the pipeline for quite a while as i had a new bathroom fitted and saved my old toilet for this shot =]
The moon and clouds were too delicious tonight to not do anything so i chose to get out and shoot this in my back garden =]
Inspired by Chris Benbow's Characters!
Explored! Highest position 116 so far =]
These colts are almost a month old now. They are part of the wild horses behind my house. When they wake, they will be frisky and play.
"There on the tips of fair fresh flowers feedeth he; How joyous is his neigh, there in the midst of sacred pollen hidden all hidden he; how joyous is his neigh."
ā Navajo Song
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Ivan being Ivan. Not exactly the end result I intended when I set out to do a shoot with the horses but I can't deny Mr. Personality his close-up
Equestrian Lincoln (Lincoln the Itinerant Lawyer) standing in front of Bray Hall on the campus of the SUNY College of Environmental Science and Forestry in Syracuse.
A sunset shot from Neigh Bridge lake, shot using the Sigma 18-250mm travel zoom.
Aperture Ę/20.0
Focal length 37.0 mm
Shutter 0.6 secs
ISO 100
My first visit to the lake this year to capture a sunset shot. Unfortunately it didn't quiet go according to plan. Just a couple of swans for company and very little sunshine.
Pentax K-3
Tamron 17-50mm
Aperture Ę/13.0
Focal length 17.0 mm
Shutter 1/10
ISO 800
A glorious sunset as another summer's day ends.
Aperture Ę/20.0
Focal length 28.1 mm
Shutter 0.5 secs
ISO 100
Mr. Peanut brought a guest today, much bigger than he, more than likely his mother or perhaps his girlfriend, but he is very small for a girlfriend.......
History:
These days, it's fair to say that squirrel fever has died down a bit since being imported to the US. We're guessing they won't make it into the newspaper again, but they're still a nice reminder of the natural world. And maybe next time you see a squirrel, you'll take a moment to watch its adventures ā after all, that's what it's there for.
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March 9, 2020. 6:45AM. Homestead airport, Florida.
āIām afraid, the news is not so great.ā, Kevin Spiegel, our pilot, announced while scanning radar maps on his iPad. āWinds are strong; in excess of 30 knots. That will be a rough ride. And there is a thunderstorm in the east, which could get tricky. ā
Waking up early on the first day of 2020 day light savings, we sleepily drove down to Kevinās charter and flight school tucked away at the very end of the little airport. This was our last morning in the Miami area. After three days of waiting for some decent weather, we were hoping against hope for a calm window this morning to fly over Florida Keys for some aerial adventure and photography. But the Atlantic sky was in its typical March mood: grumpy, and utterly uninviting.
After much deliberation and radar data mining, Kevin found a safe corridor to get us up in the air, albeit in very windy conditions. I asked Rishabh if he was going to be okay with a bumpy ride and my adventurous son agreed. We signed disclaimers and other paperwork and approached the airfield, where among several single engine aircrafts, our C172 Cessna Skyhawk stood with the somber silence of a beast contemplating nothingness. In the unlikely event of an engine stall āa voluble ground staff kindly assured usā this particular Cessna model had the design to glide down to safetyā¦ unless of course we were over the ocean. Good to know, because 80% of our hour-long charted flight path was over the ocean.
Around 7:30am, a few minutes before the sunrise, Kevin started the engine. It sounded tame, but crispy. āEverything strapped?, Kevinās voice crackled through my radio earphones. He was referring to two cameras on my lap. āYep.ā We taxied to the end of the runway, where the orange windsock was turgid and almost horizontal. āThe take-off will be easy, we will use the windā, Kevin said and pushed the throttle ahead. All 160 wild horses of the single-piston engine gurgled and neighed. The little Cessna ran towards the 30-knot eastern wind like a possessed spirit, and after a discernable bounce, leaped into the air. Soon, we rounded to the south and gained altitude over the flat and dry Everglades National Park. Within a few minutes, dark nefarious contours of the morning storm came into view out east. The cloud formation was punctuated occasionally in the distance by tender beams of the early sun that penetrated the gloom like eternal hope. And hope, I hope you agree, needs to be celebrated and photographed.
This particular Cessna had an openable window on the pilotās door. Knowing my intentions, Kevin had taken the co-pilotās chair and seated me on the pilotās spot next to this window. Readying my camera, I carefully twisted the window latch. To my utter dismay and mild horror, the window swung open with a mighty force and 100-125 miles/hour air gust hit my face with an untamed ferocity. The feeling of such strong salty gale on human skin is quite hard to describeā¦ it was as if I was bulldozed by a coarse fabric pillow that made breathing extremely laborious. Add to that the constant vertical yo-yoing of the aircraft across 20-30 feet as if it was hopping over a large trampoline; in low light conditions, this was by far the most challenging shooting circumstances for me. Sitting in the rear, Rishabh felt nauseous, but held it together. We enjoyed our stomach-churning ride along with elevated views of the Keys before returning safely to the little airport. In hindsight, it was all airworthy as our last adventure before COVID-related pause in living life to the lees.
PS: The title is adopted from Sylvia Plathās āHeavy Womanā.
After a couple of wasted journeys to get some sunsets in the last few days I was finally successful.
Day 39/365
Sometimes the horses are very friendly! It was so sweet, we originally went out to do some portraits, (Processed in Lightroom 4 with Whipped Cream Lightroom Preset / Queen Pack) but I saw Sahara (left) in the distance and called her, so she turned around, trotted over and neighed (so sweet!) which caught the others attention, and so they came over too...!
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Roses--TMI April 2017
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It's a challenge for most of us in Bournemouth to not become jaded to the regular fireworks displays we have each summer for 6 weeks but for me, the joy of capturing them in photos is neigh on unparalelled. Going back to my very first shot of fireworks I instantly knew I was hooked, here I am now for the 3rd year with the camera, and a 3rd camera too, This years fireworks photos produced by the Nikon D810 are steps above in terms of sharpness and quality. So blessed!
Also a blue moon tucked right in the middle of the fireworks!
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Nikon D810 & Nikkor 14-24mm
The title says it all :)
sb600 at full power to my right at 3 o'clock, pointing straight at me.
ISO 200, f9, 1/200, 50mm
The Accademia Degli Incogniti - The Mist by Daniel Arrhakis (2024)
Achlys /ĖƦklÉŖs/ (Ancient Greek: į¼ĻĪ»ĻĻ "mist"), in the Hesiodic Shield of Heracles, is one of the figures depicted on Heracles' shield, perhaps representing the personification of sorrow. In Homer, achlys is the mist which fogs or blinds mortal eyes (often in death).
In Norse mythology, one of the Nine Worlds was called āNiflheimā which can be translated as āMist-Homeā. It was a frozen and ancient place, one of the two primordial realms of cold and heat from which the steam of creation began.
Mist is often used to symbolize uncertainty and confusion, like a Veil that blurs, and distorts, our vision and Perception it prevents us from "seeing" clearly.
It is the "Gray Zone" between reality and unreality, the domain of doubt ... It serves as a gentle reminder to look for the light of truth and embrace it.
A kind of mist or fog is also often seen when practicing divination through scrying in a mirror or crystal, many psychics report seeing a swirling mist or fog which lifts to reveal the desired vision.
In the context of Genesis 2:6, the mist can be seen as a representation of God's providence and care for His creation. Just as the mist nourishes and sustains the earth, God's love and guidance nurture and sustain all living beings.
In the spiritual realm, mist represents a connection to the divine nature of things, symbolizing a thin veil between the physical and spiritual realms.
It can also represent transitional states, indicating that you are moving from one phase of your life to another, or are in the process of transformation.
The Mystic Symbolism Of Mist In The Ion Mystical World
In the Ion Mystical World the symbolism is deeper and more complex, if on the one hand it symbolizes uncertainty and confusion, like a Veil that blurs, and distorts, our vision and Perception. On the other hand, it is a kind of portal where space and time can coexist in a given place.
Often in certain places where great and dramatic events occurred, spiritual memories remain that vibrate like strings repeatedly and indefinitely; as if the planes of reality intersected with the lines of events on different temporal planes.
The fog with its small water droplets functions as a prism that refracts these lines of events, becoming fleetingly and temporarily visible in the form of passing visions that are nothing more than reminiscences of the past.
But if we can momentarily have fragments of these past events, in certain cases we can also have fragments of future events that have not yet happened.
And these events can also reach us through just sounds that we often identify as voices, footsteps or even the trotting or neighing of a horse.
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O Simbolismo MĆstico das brumas (Neblinas) no Mundo MĆstico De Ion
No Mundo mĆstico de Ion o symbolism Ć© mais profundo e complexo, se por um lado simboliza incerteza e confusĆ£o, como um vĆ©u que confunde e distorce nossa visĆ£o e perceĆ§Ć£o. Por outro lado, Ć© uma espĆ©cie de portal onde o espaƧo e o tempo podem coexistir num dado lugar.
Muitas vezes em certos locais onde ocorreram grandes e dramĆ”ticos acontecimentos ficam memĆ³rias espirituais que vibram como cordas repetidamente e indefinidamente; como se os planos da realidade se cruzassem com as linhas dos acontecimentos em planos temporais diferentes.
A nĆ©voa com as suas minĆŗsculas gotĆculas de Ć”gua funciona como um prisma que refrata essas linhas de acontecimentos, tornando-se fugazmente e temporariamente visĆveis sobre a forma de visƵes passageiras que mais nĆ£o sĆ£o que reminiscĆŖncias do passado.
Mas se podemos ter momentaneamente fragmentos desses acontecimentos passados, em certos casos tambĆ©m poderemos ter fragmentos de eventos futuros que ainda nĆ£o aconteceram.
E esses acontecimentos podem igualmente chegar-nos por intermedio de apenas sons que muitas vezes identificamos como vozes, passos ou atƩ o trotear ou relinchar de um cavalo.
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On the northeast corner of Plaza de Armas MuƱoz Gamero sits another historic building, the former headquarters of the influential Sociedad MenƩndez Behety part of the JosƩ MenƩndez conglomerate.
Today the building house a Patagonia tour company "Turismo Comapa" and a "Work/CafƩ, Santander".
Looks like neighed business is open on this visit.
ABOUT MENĆNDEZ-BEHETY:
The South American lineage of what has been considered the most powerful group (politically and economically) in Patagonia was conceived with the arrival of the Spanish JosĆ© MarĆa MenĆ©ndez y MenĆ©ndez to Argentina in 1866,
In 1873 MenĆ©ndez married Uruguayan MarĆa Behety and in 1875 they moved to Punta Arenas where they amassed a huge fortune starting with sheep ranching. Don JosĆ© would later be known as the King of Patagonia and, by extension, DoƱa MarĆa, her queen.
ABOUT WORK/CAFE, SANTANDER:
Work/CafƩ, Santander innovative spaces, combine banking branches with coffee houses. This new type of branch has been designed for hosting events, talks, conferences and courses where attendees can learn how to use new tools and share the culture of progress that sets us apart.
This branch concept originated in Chile and has spread to other countries in the Americas, Brazil, Argentina, Mexico, and Europe, in Spain, Portugal and the United Kingdom.
I am definitely not a city person, and I'm so very thankful that I can live in the country. :)
It was crazy windy today! The wind almost knocked me over while taking a photo. The animals didn't seem to mind it much, and they were very energetic. Two playful calves were running back and forth and around and around the grownups. They were so cute! The horses were playful as well, though I missed capturing it. The one galloping horse I tried to photograph ran straight to my car to talk to my neighing daughter. :)