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The Cape Woolamai escarpment seems like it would better belong in a primitive earth. It was worth waiting late to finally get the place to myself.
In some mysterious way, woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
- John Fowles
This is another scene from the mountain bike trail we hiked on in Whistler last week.
Cemetary point, Eufaula lake. Pittsburg County, Oklahoma.... Some amazing light from this sunset yesterday. Thanks for taking the time to look. Have a great week!
At the tide pools imagining that the origins of life began in a place like this . . .
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Out of the camera this way.No texture.even though it looks like it.. I have never captured water and light this way..
Unconceivable distances, uncountable stars, relentless motion, primordial elements. Everything about space seems so extraordinary and out of grasp for humans - and yet the stars have always been friendly company for seafarers, philosophers and farmers since the dawn of time. The myths of ancient people about them have survived until today and are still a beloved theme for poets and writers.
Some of the most beautiful star myths are about the Milky Way - a celestial river comprised by billions of stars that have sent their messengers of existence (a.k.a. photons) towards our planet thousands of years ago. This majestic arc of light shines brilliantly every clear night away from manmade light pollution, and is predominantly visible on summer nights, when our gaze of the night sky is turned towards the center of the Milky Way. This band is bisected by obscuring clouds of interstellar dust, thus forming the “Great Rift”.
Since the formation of our planet, we have travelled about 20 times around the center of our Milky Way, in a motion that lasts more than 220 million years, a period sometimes called a “Galactic Year”. So, this majestic light has adorned our night skies since the dawn of time and before any form of life existed on this beautiful planet.
The bright beacon on the left just above the treetops is planet Jupiter, which was prominent last summer as an evening object.
Thank you all for your kind visits and comments - stay healthy and keep looking up!
Technical info:
Date: August 30th, 2021
Location: Kassandra, Chalkidiki, Greece
Camera: CANON EOS 6D
Lens: Tokina AT-X 11-16 Pro DX II@16mm
SKY: 14 exposures x 15 secs each, ISO 6400, f/2.8, calibrated with separate darks and stacked in Sequator for reducing the noise.
FOREGROUND: 5 exposures x 2 mins each, ISO 3200, f/5. All images were taken from the same spot, without moving the tripod and in quick succession.
Mesh head : Ghosted - Dilophosaurus head, tail and fril. At Abnormality
Skin : Ghosted - Dilophosaurus. At Abnormality.
Eyes : euphoric
Decor :
Milk Motion - The Desert Set.
Throne : Short Leash - The Primordial Throne. At Abnormality.
I have been shooting in mono profile Jpeg + Raw on my canon m6 ii and underexpose by a stop or so to help me visualise how a shot will turn out. I like a high contrast bw look and so I sought out ferns in strong sun, something I wouldn’t do with flowers.
My posts today I have been reflecting on the relationship between Nature and Spirit. There is a danger in photography that we see so many images, we simply forget to look.
In a beautiful little practical book, "Zen Camera", Hawaiian photographer David Ulrich speaks of "creative awakening with a daily practice in photography." It starts with beginning to train ourselves to see. This is the best tool we have in our camera bag.
Composition is our goal - getting into a photograph those elements we want to convey to the viewer and doing so in a balanced and beautiful way. But before this we must look at the elements in our shot, and what story they tell. Tasmanian artist Max Angus, told of his friend Peter Dombrovskis' method: "Peter would look very intensely at a scene and let it speak to him. Then he would set up his camera and wait...and wait... and when the light and moment was right...click."
What I loved about this scene was the way the jet of water poured through the narrow channel in the bottom left-hand corner and fell some 10 metres into the river itself. That gentle bend in the river highlights the ancient rocks. And when we look into the trees we see that moss hanging from the branches. Primordial. It's an exercise we all should do (according to David Ulrich) at least once a day.
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Les voix de Poësia
Le chant du vent dans les feuilles printanières donne une voix à cette forêt féérique où semble se déverser une rivière de lumière. De la même façon, le déferlement des vagues sur les rivages océaniques confère aussi une voix immémoriale à nos océans.
Le crépitement des pluies torrentielles et le silence pesant des brouillards sont aussi des voix de notre écosystème. Tout comme les rugissements volcaniques et bien d’autres.
Ce sont les voix primordiales, ces voix qui ont accompagné l’origine de notre espèce ainsi que de celles qui nous côtoient ou qui ont disparues.
Le monde de Poësia superpose à ces voix primordiales, la voix de l’âme humaine… Une voix qui s’exprime par la parole, les images, la littérature et la poésie, la musique et l’imaginaire des contes épiques et fantastiques. Cette voix est celle des émotions, du sens et de l’émerveillement.
Cette connexion des voix de la nature et de l’âme humaine nous aidera à retrouver, au plus profond de nous, l’émerveillement simple des premiers moments et, peut-être aussi, un peu d’espoir.
Patrice photographiste
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THE VOICES OF POËSIA
The song of the wind in the spring leaves gives a voice to this magical forest where a river of light seems to flow. Likewise, the breaking of the waves on ocean shores also gives an immemorial voice to our oceans.
The crackling of torrential rains and the heavy silence of fogs are also voices of our ecosystem. Just like the volcanic roars and many others.
These are the primordial voices; these voices that have accompanied the origin of our species as well as those that we encounter often or that have disappeared.
The world of Poësia superimposes on these primordial voices, the voice of the human soul ... A voice that expresses itself through words, images, literature and poetry, music and the imagination of epic and fantastic tales. This voice is the voice of emotions, meaning and wonder.
This connection of the voices of nature and the human soul will help us rediscover, deep down, the simple wonder of the first moments and, perhaps also, a little hope.
Patrice photographiste
By now, if you know the way I work, you'll understand I like to work with sub-themes within the broader series I'm working on. The title I've given this photograph sums up that sub-theme today: "Primordial".
I've mentioned in the previous photos posted today that this temperate rainforest is a very ancient environment. Many of the plant species go all the way back to the ancient super continent of Gondwana. The ferns that line the wet forest floor could easily be imagined existing eons ago.
Actually, so accurately does this location represent the Jurassic period, that forests like this in Tasmania were used to film some of the background scenes for the massive TV series, "Walking with Dinosaurs".
I missed capturing the Bog asphodel last year on my local muir as I don't often go up there often in early Summer. But this year the display over the muir was lovely. This is just a smaller patch with a nice viewpoint but the other areas were like carpets. It only lasts a few weeks with this yellow flower turning orange then brown very quickly.
The Latin name of bog asphodel, ossifragum, literally translates as 'bone-breaker' because it was believed that the livestock that grazed on it got brittle bones, however the calcium-poor pastures is the cause. The bright orange fruits have been used as a colourant to replace saffron by Shetland Islanders
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Nauset Beach, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, É.-U., Juin 1925
Un homme solitaire marche sur cette immense plage sauvage de Cape Cod où gronde une mer déchaînée. Il habite seul une petite cabane, là sur la falaise, où il écrit un roman (The Outermost House) dans un profond recueillement. Il puise son inspiration dans une immersion totale avec cette nature sauvage dont il dira qu’elle est « une composante essentielle de notre humanité et que sans une conscience de ce mystère divin, l’homme cesse d’être humain. »
De cette journée-là, Henry Beston, auteur et naturaliste, écrira que : « Les trois plus grands sons premiers dans la nature, sont les sons de la pluie, les chants du vent dans les forêts naturelles, et les sons de l’océan que l’on entend sur les plages océaniques » comme s’il avait reconnu dans cette puissante symphonie maritime, les sons primordiaux de nos origines.
J’ai déjà dit que nous ne « connaissons » pas nos origines avec certitude, mais quelque chose en nous le « sait ».
(voir www.flickr.com/photos/patrice-photographiste/24613328034/... )
Patrice
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Nauset Beach, Cape Cod, Massachusetts, USA, June 1925
A lone man walks on the immense wild beach of Cape Cod where rumble a raging sea. He lives alone in a small hut, there, on the cliff, where he wrote a novel (The Outermost House) in a deep meditation. He draws his inspiration from a total immersion with this wilderness of which he said is " part of our humanity, and without some awareness of that divine mystery man ceases to be a man ».
From that day, Henry Beston, author and naturalist, wrote: "The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of the wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach…" as if he recognized in this powerful maritime symphony, the primordial sounds of our origins.
I already said that we do not "know" our origins for sure, but something within us "knows". (also see: www.flickr.com/photos/patrice-photographiste/24613328034/... )
Patrice
Taken from the shore of Sheek Island on Lake St. Lawrence. The stump resembles some primordial creature crawling out of the water on to land.
Because it sounds so much better than "pond scum". From a series of photos of what I call Primordial Soup, all of them shot around the San Francisco Bay Area in tide pools, ponds, wetlands, and maybe even one or two from fountains.
Elkhorn Slough, just north of Monterey, California.
From my Primordial Soup collection.
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LE FOTOGRAFIE SONO IN VENDITA
La storia si ripete, gli uomini migrano da sempre, è determinante non perdere le proprie radici ma rafforzare la propria identità.
Come ha detto Ernesto De Martino «se non hai un paese nei ricordi sei un apolide, non un cosmopolita».
Per Ferdinando Scianna «oggi siamo tutti un po’ emigrati dentro. E per questo il cibo diventa così importante, perché dopo il latte materno è una lingua primordiale».
Condivido il suo pensiero quando dice «essere siciliani significa andarsene e quando te ne vai, i sapori non si modificano, si cristallizzano».
Per me «essere pugliese» ha lo stesso significato. Al mercato di Rimini, quando è possibile, sono alla ricerca dei sapori della mia terra, alla ricerca della mia terra, elementi che affermano la mia identità, che rassicurano, che danno una sensazione di pace interiore.
Inizio la mostra proprio dalla terra madre e nutrice.
I ricordi, mi riportano nei luoghi, alle persone, alla saggezza delle tante persone anziane che tramandano il sapere, le tradizioni e l’identità.
Ci sono paesaggi impregnati di storie che li distinguono e le storie sono ricche di personaggi, di amore per la terra, di riflessioni sulla vita.
E’ un racconto tra ricordi, ritualità, luoghi, persone, sapori, odori, lo specchio dell’identità culturale.
Il paesaggio delle terre disegnato dalla natura e scolpito dall’uomo con le coltivazioni dell’ulivo, delle viti, del grano, offre nutrimento e bellezza.
Tra le semplici fonti di nutrimento, il pane ci riporta ad una antica dimensione, alla ritualità, alle simbologie, ci conduce alle storie comuni tra le diverse identità dei popoli e delle culture.
Antichi detti mi risuonano nella testa «il pane non si butta, è peccato – il pane di ieri è buono anche domani».
Infatti le donne curavano il recupero del prodotto con gradevoli trasformazioni.
Ad esempio «la cialledda fredda» a base di pane raffermo lo ritroviamo con nomi diversi nella stessa Puglia e nella nostra Italia: la cialledda fredda a Gravina di Puglia, l’acqua sala a Taranto, il pane cunzato in Calabria, il pan ‘mbuss in Basilicata, la panzanella in Toscana.
La ricetta riesce sapientemente a trasmettere valori antichi che potrebbero essere validi ancora oggi come la condivisione del cibo in un unico grande piatto.
Because it sounds so much better than pond scum.
From my Primordial Soup collection.
Alviso, California.
Centuries old Laurel trees at Madeira island.
These type of trees were sacred to the Bimbaches, the older inhabitants of El Hierro in the Canary Islands, and was one of their symbols. The legend states that the "Garoé" was a large laurel tree that assured the life of the Bimbaches, providing them with water in sufficient amounts for their survival.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocotea_foetens
@ Fanal, Madeira island
Well, that's what it felt like with these lovely horsetails in the woods!
Lowland Point - Cornwall
Thanks to RandomBirder for ID as: Equisetum telmateia
Well, not really, but the fog on the water sure gave the Cypress grove that look. 20171124RedBudIsleDxoLr2