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I absolutely love reflections. I seem to find them all over and the scene in the reflection seems to be very different each time. I loved how the tree branches seemed to go in and out of the asphalt.
Sr photo session with Madison a few weeks back. Here are 12 more photos from her session. click here!
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“In every true searcher of Nature there is a kind of religious reverence, for he finds it impossible to imagine that he is the first to have thought out the exceedingly delicate threads that connect his perceptions”
Albert Einstein
Waterfilm is a series filmed since 2012 based on the idea of filming with a freehand camera for a period of exactly one minute.this series illustrates the meditative qualities of water in an urban environment It is my belief that the close observation of this essential element has the ability to influence our perceptions. Each film is intended to be a short meditation – take your time to feel it, but don’t swim away too far...
Yanomano
Lessons One:
>Look, closed the eyes and now try to feel...........
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NrFKyf_sFc0
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At art exhibition of Maria Pryimachenko - she was a renowned Ukrainian village folk art painter, representative of naïve art. The artist was involved with drawing, embroidery and painting оn ceramics
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite. --William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Zoom blur done in camera - no photoshop, apart from contrast and saturation adjustment.
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Son
What there is, is not a desire for you,
but a desire for equilibrium.
most things are done for the love of normalcy,
to have done the expected, attained it.
you just happen to be the object,
the desire is more, the perception attained.
no love for you than that my son.
but I love to have a son,
and I love to not have lost a son.
just like a love for the voices, not for the words,
and a desire for the ambles,
a desire for waiting
and not a desire for you, but those.
what there is, is not a desire for you,
but a desire for equilibrium.
and when it seemed I helped you live,
it was the trouble your existence afforded me that I helped live
most think, a mixture along the way,
but as often with most; unclear, determined,
they become lost in the burden,
submerged in the sweat of nurturing an alternative,
hoping for a continuation of the self,
or for a delight in the outcome of their godness,
a senseless desire;
in one often made by the every encountering
You are not mine and I am not yours
and it is not your death that bothers me, it is the stress of the burial.
©*tara01072010
je ziet de dingen niet zoals ze zijn, je ziet de dingen zoals je bent.
you don't see things as they are, you see things like you are; Socrates
"The essence of sculpture is for me the perception of space, the continuum of our existence." IsamuNoguchi
Brilliant smooth yet almost crinkled textures, and some of the coolest blue hues imaginable, make a passage through centuries-old glacial ice an unbelievably wondrous and grand experience--in an ice cave beneath the Breiðamerkurjökull glacier, near Jokulsarlon, Iceland.
A couple of days after Sky Matthews and I got to witness the astounding night-long aurora shared in previous posts, we met our excellent guide from Blue Iceland, put on our crampons and struck out across the glacier toward the more distant ice caves and our other main photographic goal in heading to Iceland during the winter. Once again, nature did not disappoint!
I took a fair bit of time working this long, darker section of the first cave we went into until I found this spot where the curves in the cave's form, the convergence of multiple passages, and the distant moulin openings above created the illusion of almost a nautilus form when looking deeper into the image. I always like these little plays of perspective, and this one was particularly pleasing to find.
The varying forms and lighting conditions found in these caves is absolutely amazing. There are times it almost feels like hiking in a tunnel of blue, brown or black bubble wrap (depending on how much light is reaching that part of the cave and how much dust and dirt is embedded in the visible surface of the exposed ice). And the lighting is something else entirely in some places--the way the light seems to flow through the cave from distant moulins, brushing the complex ridges in the ice forms with harder glow then seeming to scatter and diffuse softly throughout.
I made this image in a very dark stretch of the ice cave, and this image is a fair bit lighter than it appeared to the naked eye. I have a darker, moodier image taken only a few steps away that I also like (and which I'll share sometime later) that's closer to what I recall my perception and feeling being at the time, but everyone--including me--loves the ethereal blues in ice caves so I exposed this one a bit longer and brightened it a little further in post to better reveal the dynamic colors and textures in this unique and wonderful environment.
I still have my addiction to single exposures, and I must say this one was quite a challenge--had to use the dark cloth technique to achieve a manageable balance of light and shadow. Anyway, I plan to work on processing this a little better some day, but I really enjoy this composition and thought I'd go ahead and share.
Thanks for viewing!
Though Winter has been brutally cold and many with more snow than other areas or snow in places that don't get snow, my perception is Wisconsin had a mild Winter so far.
A new album with images full of colour.
Images different from what I usually upload to Flickr.
These are images from a study of color theory that I did many years ago...
...because pink leafs really do grow on trees.
Taken at the Sensoji in Asakusa where there were still a bit of fall colors left on the trees in December.
Do you believe in praying?