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The drums of Africa still beat in my heart
— Mary Bethune
It's been several decades since I visited Kenya, Africa, but there are certain memories that still remain fairly vivid...like the sounds of the night, frightening shrieks of animals in the distance, that froze me to my bed. The bed in the small hut we stayed at for a couple of days was surrounded by white mosquito netting. It did not provide much protection, I thought, from those wild howls of death that awakened me. I pinched myself, literally, to see if I was in a vivid dream. Yet Africa was by far the country I would most likely want to return to. I cannot describe the fascination, the magic of that continent. It has to be experienced first hand.
Beryl Markham said it best for me: Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a photographer’s paradise, a hunter’s Valhalla, an escapist’s Utopia. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations. It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one. To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just home.
Whenever I happen across Anhingas, they always seem to be drying out their wings! One day I hope to catch one in flight!
Happy Feathery Friday!
he does this often, just sits and waits. a lot of dogs don't understand that he's all peaceful and they approach warily. better safe than sorry. so much to learn from his conflict prevention habits. :-)
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Hanging out with my sister on a nice warm day... a little get a way from Life...
Taken at Frogmore
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Windlight by Jay's Battlescar Nature 3.1
Looking up at the night sky at the billions of specks of light, is it possible that there is other life out there? Once you realize that our sun is a star just like most of those little dots passing by... all our problems and solutions just seem insignificant. We're either really special, or not special at all. Regardless, we're all humans and at the moment all we've got is this little blue piece of dust. We should probably do our best to take care of it.
out and having it confronted with the world, still on at Nitroglobus Roof Gallery, courtesy of its thoughtful curator, Dido Haas, meanwhile with the critical attention too:
modemworld.me/2018/04/19/out-of-here-in-second-life/
virtuality.blog/2018/05/01/out-of-here-la-recente-esibizi... (or in English: virtuality.blog/2018/05/01/out-of-here-the-recent-perform...)
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A quiet evening with the stars in the Ah Shi Sla Pa Wilderness in Northern New Mexico. I was here for three nights and never saw another human. This place is really eerie at night and so quiet you can heart your heart beating.
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Tracked using a Move Shoot Move Tracker
SKY: 1:30 sec / ISO 800 / F 2.8 / Sigma 14-24 -2.8
Foreground: 2 Minutes / ISO 800 / F 2.8 / Sigma 14-24 2.8
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“All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.”
—Jorge Luis Borges
from mid 1950s, I didn't take this shot. I was organizing pictures of my wife's kin. This shot wasn't even recognizable as people until I was able to coax it out.
Someone leans on the balcony's edge and looks out over Crossharbour Plaza.
"An iconic new landmark for luxury living, Arena Tower has created a new focus on Canary Wharf's world famous skyline."
Little River 110 sits decorated in Quincy, MI waiting for its turn to lead the Cameron Christmas train.
Out where the deep indigo of the open ocean meets the shore, an unyielding drama plays out in a continuous rhythm of raw mechanical force. The massive, patient boulders of the breakwater stand as rugged sentinels, braced for an impact that never truly ceases. With every surge, the sea hurls its kinetic weight forward, crashing against the ancient stones in a violent, magnificent explosion of white-water spray.
Yet, this relentless collision is not merely an act of destruction; it is a vital, living dialogue. The ocean charges with fierce momentum, testing the armor of the breakwater, only to be shattered into fluid lace and streaming ribbons of foam that cascade back into the depths. Bathed in the warm glow of low light, the dark, wet stones gleam with resilience, absorbing the shock of the tide and transforming raw hydraulic energy into a breathtaking spectacle of motion and light.
...behind you!
Atlanta (Reynoldstown), Georgia, USA.
18 February 2022.
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Yeah, I catch oysters. Yeah, I fly around and "wheep" crazily.
And, yeah, I love to hang out on the beach like all the other oystercatchers, but, hey, I gotta be me!
While watching the ducks at the Viera Wetlands I watched this crew fighting for the place to be. You see this and others on my website les-greenwood.pixels.com
Week 3/52, 2016
This week’s theme for my 52 project is “Out of Focus.” I always find this a challenging theme to do well. I decided I wanted to do something with my glasses. I usually wear contacts, but I can actually see much better with the glasses. This is the shot I decided to use for my project. I almost didn’t use it because it’s fairly complex. Through the glasses, you can primarily see books which are reflecting off a glass coffee table.
It seemed out of place to see a
Great Blue Heron sitting in thids partially frozen stream in the middle of winter.
Beelitz Heilstätten was a lung sanatorium, built between 1898 and 1930 by the Berlin State Insurance Institution. It is one of the largest hospital complexes in the Berlin area and consists of an ensemble of 60 buildings on a total area of approximately 200 ha.
This image is from the house C of the sanatorium for men and is located south of the railroad station. Unfortunately, all buildings are nearly empty meanwhile.
It's that time of the year and a little rest to recharge the body most certainly helps.....
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