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Close-up of the Canna Lily, canna x generalis "Tropicana", leaf. The back lighting brings out the vibrant colours of the leaf. Located in the Royal Botanic Garden Sydney
The thing I love about water reflections is their uniqueness, no one will ever see this exact pattern again
Last old black & white shot for a while. I remember - clearly - the circumstances of this one. I was in a public park with some friends; we had a picnic lunch, and were lying on the grass. Looking up I saw the pattern of tree branches and leaves, and reached for my camera. Simple. It was perhaps the first time I looked past the name of the thing and saw its graphic elements directly - a difficult trick to learn. All visual art consists of textures, lines, shapes, and colours, but when we attach labels to objects in our physical world, we have moved a step away from them. We are no longer seeing directly.
It reminds me of the day my father tried to show me how to draw a cat. I was very young and liked to draw. "No," he said, "that's not the way to draw a cat." And then he "taught" me how. He drew a large circle for the body, a smaller circle on top for the head, added a squiggly line for the tail, and so on with ears, eyes, whiskers, etc. - thus ruining my ability to draw cats. After that, instead of drawing a cat the way I saw and felt it, I was trying to please him (which ultimately didn't work out too well). It wasn't his fault; he had no idea about art.
Circling back to photography, if we look at a scene and think "sunset from the beach", we are far less likely to see beyond the cliché. We will fail to notice the way the red light is reflecting off the wet sand, or any of the sundry details that make the scene unique and different from every other sunset that has ever happened. Dropping the labels may help us see the textures and lines first, and - as a good photography teacher told me a few years later - "Don't worry, the content will be there!" You can always add the label afterward. And never let anyone tell you how to draw a cat or photograph a tree...
Photographed on Kodak Tri-X film (ISO 400) in Niagara Falls, Ontario (Canada); scanned from the original negative. I used a Pentax Spotmatic with Takumar 50mm f/1.4 lens. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1971 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
A beautiful location with the storm clouds playing perfect tricks with light to get a great composition. This was shot at the edge of a winter storm
Working on various backgrounds and colors for improving snowflake images. Just a part of my efforts to master this photographic technique.
The transient beauty of the coast is intricately intertwined with the captivating patterns that emerge in the sand, crafted by the relentless forces of wind and wave. These natural sculptors shape the shoreline, leaving behind ephemeral masterpieces.
As the tides ebb and flow, they orchestrate a delicate dance with the sand. With each advancing wave, the water gently caresses the shore, carrying particles of sand along its journey. As the wave recedes, it relinquishes its cargo, depositing the grains in a meticulous arrangement. This cyclical process, repeated countless times, creates intricate patterns that stretch along the coastline.
The patterns left behind by the retreating tide mimic the ebb and flow of life itself. Swirling ripples, reminiscent of a miniature desert landscape, emerge as the water recedes, their graceful curves and undulating lines transforming the beach into a living work of art. The patterns are at once orderly and chaotic, with intricate geometrical formations intermingling with whimsical curves and asymmetrical shapes.
The wind, a silent artist in its own right, adds its touch to the sculpting process. As it sweeps across the coast, it whispers secrets to the sand, coaxing it to dance in its invisible embrace. The wind's gentle touch lifts fine particles from the beach, carrying them aloft in an intricate ballet. It sculpts the sand into delicate ripples, resembling the soft undulations of fabric.
The interplay between the wind and the tide results in an ever-changing landscape. The patterns shift and evolve, shaped by the combined forces of these elemental sculptors. Ripples become miniature mountains, rising and falling in a transient topography that mirrors the larger contours of the surrounding coast. Each gust of wind and every advancing or receding wave leaves its mark, etching new patterns and erasing old ones, in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction.
These ephemeral patterns serve as a reminder of the impermanence of existence and the transient nature of beauty, as each passing moment alters the landscape, erasing what once was and creating something new. The sands become a canvas for the symphony of time, a tangible reflection of the ever-changing nature of our lives.
The beauty of these fleeting patterns lies not only in their visual allure but also in the emotions they evoke. They inspire a sense of wonder and awe, inviting us to pause and appreciate the intricate designs that nature creates with such effortless grace. The patterns speak of the interconnectedness of all things, the harmonious interplay between the elements, and the constant flux that defines our existence.
In these patterns of nature, we find a profound lesson: that life, like the shifting sands, is ever-changing, and that true beauty lies not in permanence but in the appreciation of the fleeting moments that grace our journey.
Iris, three sets of threes
Petals = 3
Falls = 3
Styles = 3 (I am not sure about the correctness of this terminology. Maybe Sharon can come to the rescue?
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BLYTHE-A-DAY
A flickr Group
NOVEMBER 2023: "PHOTOGRAPHY TECHNIQUES"
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DAY 26: "Patterns in NATURE"
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DAY 27: The MAGICAL "GOLDEN HOUR at SUNSET"
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Our BFA model today ... LEOMIE LAROSSE ** ...
during our special photoshoot ...
conducted during the MAGICAL GOLDEN HOUR at SUNSET" ...
here in JOSHUA TREE, CALIFORNIA ...
The PATTERNS of NATURE ...
in her "bouquet" of greenery, and the Autumn shades of roses in her hair ...
are reflected and repeated in the pattern and colors on her gown ~
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**named after famous SUPER MODEL, Leomie Anderson
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Peacock displaying his extravagant and iridescent plumage. At the Auburn Botanic Gardens in Auburn, NSW Australia
A little obsessed with tree bark these days. Some of the trees peel their bark this time of year, which makes the patterns really stand out.
Derby is a small town on the edge of King Sound in the far north of Western Australia. Its tides, rising to close on 12 metres, are the highest in Australia and, as a consequence, the town is surrounded by tidal mudflats and mangroves.
The image here was shot from a 14-seater seaplane approaching the Derby airport following an overnight tour of the Horizontal Falls farther north on the Kimberley coast. The Horizontal Falls are an awesome phenomenon and one of the main reasons that people come to the town. But that’s another story. . .
© Irwin Reynolds, all rights reserved. If you are interested in using one of my images or would like a high-quality fine art print, please send me an email (irwinreynolds@me.com).
The transient beauty of the coast is intricately intertwined with the captivating patterns that emerge in the sand, crafted by the relentless forces of wind and wave. These natural sculptors shape the shoreline, leaving behind ephemeral masterpieces.
As the tides ebb and flow, they orchestrate a delicate dance with the sand. With each advancing wave, the water gently caresses the shore, carrying particles of sand along its journey. As the wave recedes, it relinquishes its cargo, depositing the grains in a meticulous arrangement. This cyclical process, repeated countless times, creates intricate patterns that stretch along the coastline.
The patterns left behind by the retreating tide mimic the ebb and flow of life itself. Swirling ripples, reminiscent of a miniature desert landscape, emerge as the water recedes, their graceful curves and undulating lines transforming the beach into a living work of art. The patterns are at once orderly and chaotic, with intricate geometrical formations intermingling with whimsical curves and asymmetrical shapes.
The wind, a silent artist in its own right, adds its touch to the sculpting process. As it sweeps across the coast, it whispers secrets to the sand, coaxing it to dance in its invisible embrace. The wind's gentle touch lifts fine particles from the beach, carrying them aloft in an intricate ballet. It sculpts the sand into delicate ripples, resembling the soft undulations of fabric.
The interplay between the wind and the tide results in an ever-changing landscape. The patterns shift and evolve, shaped by the combined forces of these elemental sculptors. Ripples become miniature mountains, rising and falling in a transient topography that mirrors the larger contours of the surrounding coast. Each gust of wind and every advancing or receding wave leaves its mark, etching new patterns and erasing old ones, in an eternal cycle of creation and destruction.
These ephemeral patterns serve as a reminder of the impermanence of existence and the transient nature of beauty, as each passing moment alters the landscape, erasing what once was and creating something new. The sands become a canvas for the symphony of time, a tangible reflection of the ever-changing nature of our lives.
The beauty of these fleeting patterns lies not only in their visual allure but also in the emotions they evoke. They inspire a sense of wonder and awe, inviting us to pause and appreciate the intricate designs that nature creates with such effortless grace. The patterns speak of the interconnectedness of all things, the harmonious interplay between the elements, and the constant flux that defines our existence.
In these patterns of nature, we find a profound lesson: that life, like the shifting sands, is ever-changing, and that true beauty lies not in permanence but in the appreciation of the fleeting moments that grace our journey.