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Taken in Kyoto on the Fushimi Inari Taisha's winding mountain path.
Mamaiya 7II, 80mm Mamiya Lens
ISO 160, f/11 at 1/15 sec
Kodak Portra 160 Film
Developed using the Tetnol C41 kit in a Jobo Processor
All the path isn't as rocky ion some area's up to St Mary's Glacier and some is rather wide where folks have made path on the edges.
Found a new path I had not taken before. Actually does not get used nearly as much as the other paths in this reserve.
---- Inside church of S. Peter: the altar from which the procession will start is is decorated with small candles (left lateral aisle) ----
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Fiumedinisi (ME), eve of the Feast of Our Lady of the Annunciation, 2013: this is a "penitential procession" understood as "the Travels" (or also commonly called "procession of kneeling"), in which the faithful, almost all women, proceeding on their knees, sometimes even barefoot, along a narrow street, about 800 meters long, almost always dark, lit only in some places, especially illuminated by the dim light from robust candles, also used as support from every penitent; the procession starts inside the church of S. Peter, to continue until the stairway in front of the Cathedral (which is also a Marian Shrine), who once traveled, still on their knees, will bring every penitent devout inside the Sanctuary, always proceeding on their knees, in front of the statues of Our Lady and Angel Gabriel, placed one in front of the other, at the foot of the main altar ....
Technique: Lines, Specular, Rule of Thirds
Post Processing: Warmed it up with color enhancement - for a more painterly effect.
Why Chose: I like the placement & curve of the path from it's starting position in the foreground to its last curve in the background; I like the specular light casting shadows along the path and brush/trees along the way; I like the effect of the light - bright at the top of the photograph and fading darker toward the bottom of the photograph; And I like the pairing of the structured lines that create the boardwalk and the natural and varying lines that the trees and branches create.
High the memory carry on
While the moments start to linger
Sail away among your dreams
The strength regains us in between our time
The strength regains us in between our time
As we shall speak to differ also the ends meet the river's son
So the ends meet the river's son
-- The Remembering: High the Memory (Jon Anderson, Steve Howe / Yes)
Here's one of the walking paths last month at the Blackwater Falls State Park in Tucker County, West Virginia.
Taken from the Northern Edge of Kinder looking down towards the Snake Path, River Ashop and Black Ashop Moor. The gentle shadows and colour of the landcape stood out for me. Shot at 300mm.
In a future shaped by the harsh realities of the climate crisis, deserts have expanded across vast areas of the world. The scarcity of water and relentless drought have rendered the land barren, while devastating wildfires have eradicated vegetation and life. In this new world, where rain has become a rare luxury, new deserts have emerged in what were once fertile regions. Humanity had forgotten that there were once peoples who lived and thrived in the desert—the nomads of the Sahara.
By a remarkable stroke of luck, a large, forgotten library was discovered in the region formerly known as Timbuktu. This discovery became a revelation, a beacon of hope in an otherwise bleak time. The library contained invaluable manuscripts and wisdom from the past, which could unveil the secrets behind the nomads' ability to survive in harsh desert conditions. In the many caves and underground grottos around Timbuktu, ancient documents were unearthed, bringing new knowledge to light.
This photo series explores the rediscovery of this forgotten wisdom, providing a glimpse into how our ancestors navigated life's challenges in the desert. Through these images, ancient truths are brought to life once more, inspiring us to learn from the nomads of the past, as we seek new paths forward in a world grappling with climate change.
In the sands of time, where dunes now rise,
A future unfolds under sunburned skies.
Forgotten whispers of a people long gone,
Nomads who thrived in the desert's dawn.
From Timbuktu's hidden troves they emerge,
Ancient tomes with knowledge to purge.
Beneath the earth, in caves so deep,
The secrets of survival, awake from sleep.
The world once forgot these sun-scorched lands,
But hope rekindles with ink-stained hands.
From parchments brittle, wisdom flows,
As past and present in the desert grows.
Haikus:
Lost in shifting sands,
Ancient voices rise again,
Nomads’ truths untold.
Dust of ages past,
Timbuktu’s wisdom revealed,
Hope in arid lands.