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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,…
from Endymion
By John Keats
The same peony as yesterday's upload - still standing despite the windy conditions.
odd place, Morecambe (no offence intended to any residents!) but it seemed to be full of wide open spaces full of nothingness!
A thick blanket of fog drapes a field near McKinney, Texas, softening the horizon into a haze of muted tones. In the quiet stillness, the landscape fades into vast, contemplative nothingness.
I really ought to become a bit more adventurous at bluebell time. There are plenty of quiet intimate woodlands in the area, many of them explored and reported back on over morning coffee by my colleague Katie before I packed work in for good. I made mental notes of all of her weekend wanderings and resolved to go and act upon the secrets that had been so generously shared with me. While I see plenty of fantastic images from the more widely visited hotspots, I prefer to hide in a little known backwater where only a few locals tread. Even Katie's recommendations lie as yet untouched by my boots and tripod, in favour of the spot that I've visited with unerring predictability for the last seven springtimes and the last seven autumns. One day I really ought to try another location.
But you see the woodland without a name has it all for me in abundance. A stream runs right through the mostly beech filled wilderness, a network of small paths cutting through the swathes of spring bluebells and wild garlic. While the struggle to produce images under those watchful trees continued to mystify me, the familiarity brought by the continual visits, coupled with the way the light filters through the forest on a sunny evening helped me to begin to make sense of that eternal woodland photography challenge. The time spent within these few acres has brought some of the happiest moments or pure abandon, even when the art of delivering a compelling image remained so aloof. I recently watched a hiking programme during which our intrepid adventurer was introduced to something called "forest bathing" in the nearby Helford Passage, a practice which entails simply opening your senses to the sights, smells and sounds around you and letting go of everything else. Well you might imagine what I thought - although I really had no idea that what I'd been doing for years had a name. But if I find a group of seemingly entranced celebrities sitting on tree stumps gazing into nothingness on my next visit I will not be impressed.
This particular area of the woods also managed to hide from me for a number of years, until a search for wild garlic brought me here twelve months ago. While a substantial patch of the white stuff lay in another part of the wood, it never seemed to catch that dappled light I wanted, so further exploration was on the agenda. Eventually I stumbled across the stream into a colourful corridor white I'd never come to in spring before. At the edge of the trees, sunlight bled softly through the canopy and spread itself across so many thousands of tiny white and purple flowers. It took a couple of visits before I went home with something that I was happy enough to share, and from then the new spot became one I'd return to in the future.
And so I did, three times in a span of five days last week, each time heading to this exact spot and hoping the evening light would do what I hoped for. Each time I'd find myself waiting for as much as an hour for the light, and each time I saw not a single person in this quiet corner of perfection. It makes me wonder how on earth that narrow path even exists. This shot came from the second of those three visits, on an evening when an unrelenting breeze forced the ISO beyond where I'd normally want to take it, but the light was just how I hoped it would be at that moment.
The bluebells in the wood were especially good this season, smothering the forest floor, full of vitality and packed with a scent I'd never noticed before. But I really need to spread my wings a little next time and venture into new spaces to continue this strange affair with woodland photography; ever challenging, often frustrating, but always especially rewarding when a moment delivers a shot worth sharing.
I am inspired by 1970’s photographers who would photograph mundane scenes and with their talent create a sense of timelessness. As Paul Graham said “pull something out of the either of nothingness.”
Ein weiteres Bild aus der kleinen Minimalismusreihe. Die Bedingungen an diesem Morgen waren einfach super! Der Schwan posierte wunderbar.. den Vogel habe ich hinterher erst beim durchschauen der Bilder gesehen.
Ich wünsche einen schönen Sonntag.
A capture from below of a wonderful conjured tree against what was a minimalist almost sterile and clinical weirdly white sky. The Ivy overgrowing the tree trunk from the ground upwards. Taken at the Green Wheel, Peterborough.
Song for Autumn
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come : six, a dozen to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow?
The pond vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way. 🍂
~Mary Oliver
m.youtube.com/watch?v=b50Gb3bPNI8
SOMEONE WAITS:
Someone waits
in delirious deprivation,
at the price of utter nothingness,
with the discipline of thirst
for untamed questions.
Someone removes
the crystal of a caress
in the burning stench
of a sleepless house,
of woodworm insomnia.
Their life of domestic masks,
of tyrannical rites of costumes and tedium,
the fury of their orphanhood,
that life that only awaits
the discredit of clocks
is one more alibi,
a devouring
clue that does not satisfy.
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ALGUIEN ESPERA:
Alguien espera
en una privación delirante,
al precio de la nada rasante,
con la disciplina de la sed
de interrogaciones indómitas.
Alguien extirpa
el cristal de una caricia
en el hedor ardiente
de una casa desvelada,
de un insomnio de carcoma.
Su vivir de máscaras domésticas,
de tiránicos ritos de trajes y tedios,
la furia de su orfandad,
ese vivir que solo aguarda
el descrédito de los relojes
es una coartada más,
devorante indicio que no sacia.
PILAR SANABRIA CAÑETE.
.- Awoke, and it was a dream .... and vanished ... nothingness ... ... it faded, disappeared .... and wept ......
Because just ... it was just a dream .......
- Y despertó...., y todo era un sueño...., y se esfumaba..., en la nada..., se difuminaba..., desaparecía...., y lloró......
Porque sólo..., tan sólo era un sueño.....
She was feeling empty.
She had been alone for so long.
Alone in her flesh.
Alone.
Even beneath her smiles.
Even through her caresses.
It's so easy to find someone to fill the emptiness on our skin.
But where to look at when it comes from a deeper, more mystical place?
What to do when this emptiness comes from within?
She had heard that every emptiness is an absence.
So, who had abandoned her?
With whom did she share this fragment of nothingness?
Who was she missing to tame it?To turn it into something else?
Something other than a shadow.
A shadow relentlessly growing, devouring all light in its path.
She carried within her a dark and ravenous sorrow.
Where to find the love to illuminate it?
Empty. Empty. She couldn't stop repeating this word.
She was full of it.
Merton said that we must not worry overmuch about making “progress in prayer”: “ ‘[H]ow to make progress’ is a good way to make people too aware of themselves. In the long run I think progress in prayer comes from the Cross and humiliation and whatever makes us really experience our total poverty and nothingness, and also gets our mind off ourselves.”23 That “life is either all spiritual or not spiritual at all”24 was one of Merton’s most fundamental ideas.
-Shaped by the end you live for : Thomas Merton’s monastic spirituality / Bonnie Thurston.
Wabi-sabi: 'beauty can be found in the old, the everyday, the imperfect. And everything is in a state of transition from or to nothingness.'
PRISMA DE COLORES: jueves: amarillo
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"I was wondering where you'd got to, and if you'd noticed what was happening to the sky." Lee's tripod was planted next to mine, both of us now facing the famous black church where the landscape looked so different from the misty murky silence we'd witnessed on our previous visit. Where before there had been a wall of grey nothingness, now we could see the entire magnificence of Snaefellsjokull, all 1446 metres of the seven hundred thousand year old glacier that dominates the peninsula when it chooses to make itself visible.
A few minutes earlier, as we waited patiently for the sunset hour, I'd headed over the dunes onto the red sandy beach to shoot the incoming waves for a while. While we could see that the prospects for our final shots of the day held promise, I was still easily lost in the mesmeric work of the waves as they licked their way higher along the shore and the sky began to glow in every direction. I wasn't on the beach for long in truth, and the occasional glance back towards what was happening behind me soon reminded me there was a church waiting to be photographed for the umpteenth time that day.
I hastened my step towards the church as the golden colours above me began to give way to what was to come. A group of photographers, a workshop from Portugal as it turned out from the post shoot conversation, chattered excitedly as the pinks began to be carried over the big swirl of cloud above the church. Soon, Lee and I were having our own animated conversation. When had we last seen a sky like this? A series of shorter exposures later, I piled in with the six stop and dragged 102 seconds out of the slowly moving light show, just enough I felt to capture the unforgettable moments that we were witnessing. I swear I could hear the Portuguese delegation cheering, so elated they were with the spectacle. How often do we get a sky like this? In more than eight years of doing this stuff, only one previous outing at Godrevy in August 2020 springs to mind. It's an evening that I'm sure will stay with us for a long time, blessed with pure luck as we were to have been at such an iconic location when the Big Pink Sky Show came to Budir. Quite often it takes a lot of work to deliver an image that will transport us back to the rush of happiness we experienced and provide a certain sense of contentment at the final image. In other moments, all we need to do is dig out the appropriate ND filter and set the camera in bulb mode. Nature's brilliance will do the rest. As I later hope to show with further posts, it was a day that delivered a non stop sequence of highlights, not least the fare on offer from the fish and chip van at Arnarstapi. But what a wonderful way to end it. Even though it was only our third day of shooting in a two week adventure, we both suspected this would be the moment we'd never stop talking about. There are a lot of shots to come that I'm quite excited about, but I make no apology for heading straight to that evening at Budir for my first offering.
The next day we travelled in a south easterly direction towards the Golden Circle for the second phase of the adventure. All the while behind us, the majestic white lump of Snaefellsjokull sat on the distant horizon, finally disappearing as we skirted the northern limits of Reykjavik and took the road towards the lake of Thingvallavatn. All the while we talked of the previous evening and that big pink sky. If this was going to be the way of things, it was going to be a very good trip indeed.
Where elk used to freely roam now we have the privilege of a stenciled mighty elk bull. The irony is saddening.
My wife was standing next to me questioning what I saw in a big tank in the middle of nowhere. “Well at least the clouds are interesting” she noted.
No I’m not looking for interesting- I’m looking for “Nothingness”.
From where you remain silent, a vast desert is beginning
Then nothingness..
Then, a deserted loneliness..
Snow falls on all the mornings of the world…
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Sustuğun yerden uçsuz bucaksız bir çöl başlıyor
Sonrası yokluk..
Sonrası, kuş uçmaz kervan geçmez bir yalnızlık..
Kar yağıyor dünyanın bütün sabahlarına…
Adnan Güler / Hiçlik
"If we were actually confronted with the fact that we are alone on a little rock with water floating in the most vast expanse of nothingness with black holes and other dimensions that has existed for trillions of billions of years, your brain would implode, and that doesn’t help you eat salad and brush your teeth."
-Jeremy Mann.
Darkroom print on Ilford Warmtone in Caffenol
Rollei 25 film, Rolleicord.
Another reason why I love Utah... miles and miles of absolute nothingness and the free-range thoughts of creative minds.
Another high-speed landscape in beautiful Utah.
Pentax.
I tore myself away from the comfort of my warm wheatbag after today's physio simply because I thought there was a chance of a sunset. It fizzled into nothingness but I turned around and noticed this . Will there be snow 'proper' tomorrow I wonder ?
... restarting on a land of nothingness. "... but at least I have my guardian with me."
Wearing:
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[M.O.R] eastern dragon bento set from Kurenai
+ Ice Profane Guardian + {egosumaii} from Arcade
I am a woman ******✿⊱╮ ♫ ♫ ♫
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Textures Kim Klassen
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(When this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me.
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all that they can see the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real
I wanna let go of the pain I’ve felt so long
(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real
I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along
Somewhere I belong
And I’ve got nothing to say
I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face
(I was confused)
Looking everywhere only to find
That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind
(So what am I)
What do I have but negativity
’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me
(Nothing to lose)
Nothing to gain, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
I will never know myself until I do this on my own
And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed
I will never be anything till I break away from me
I will break away, I'll find myself today
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong
Somewhere I belong ( Linkin Park )
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HaVe a WonDerFuLL WeeKeenD ! ! ! !
I framed the castle as a drifting island, letting the sea of fog swallow almost everything so that only this fragment of stone and memory remained. I wanted the viewer to feel that suspended moment when time seems to hold its breath, when the world is reduced to a single presence emerging from nothingness. The distant flock of birds was a gift: a small fracture in the silence, a reminder that life continues to circle around these ruins long after their stories have faded. In this emptiness, I was looking for a quiet form of drama, where weight comes not from noise or color but from absence.
In a place of nothingness, I seek to find, whatever minute inspiration that I can get. There were no people here, no voices, no hello's, not even my cell phone getting a text. And so in this dense fog, I walked, I listen to one bird's loud call and the response of one like it in the distance. I watch the fog move around, as if it was doing a dance for me and I took deep breaths, like if it was a vapor of life. After walking around in circles I felt at peace, I was embracing this nothingness, it was all for me.
a perfect awareness
a peacefulness contained
pertaining the consciousness
pristine nothingness
within the white light
malaga, 2025. the light is absolute. the background fades into white nothingness. he wears a wool hat despite the heat. glasses frame his view. he does not look at the lens. he looks past it, at something invisible to us. the city is loud, but the image is silent. a brief moment on the pavement. reality becomes geometry. light becomes shadow. we do not know his name. we only know this fraction of a second. that is enough.
Miles and miles of rolling 'nothingness'.
Gives even a better idea of what it looks like around the area..... ..it let me download it .. and, here is the site info..I did not take this photo, but the Flickr page let me download it ... so I did. It is to enlarge upon my own photo next to this one on my Flickr site. I must credit the guy who took the photo... apparently he is a Swiss bus driver...must have been on vacation. What a great shot he got here of a huge area of Savona ... including the golf course... thanks Elmar. I stole your photo. But, I'm coming back to tell you that I did. First I had to see if I could actually upload it ... and I did manage to do so. Thanks very much ...