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30 Days of Perception:
Grateful for grasses blowing in the evening breeze on my walk at the end of the day.
This is one of the places where I flipped between seeing a stack in front of a cliff, or a hole through the cliff.
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“When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality”
Henry David Thoreau quotes (American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 1817-1862)
In the perception of a tree we can distinguish the act of experiencing, or perceiving, from the thing experienced, or perceived.
“It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds are hidden of which we are unaware.” ~Albert Einstein
😎Dear friends! I heartily congratulate you on the New Year 2020! 🎉Last year, thanks to your support, I better recognized my strengths and weaknesses in photography! Undoubtedly, without you and your work and comments, the year would have been different! I wish you all good health and new creative successes. Sincerely, Oleg P (Listenwave Photography)📷
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🌚What served as a change in perception many years ago no one will remember ... But this is not so important! It is important that the next day a new world appears! #listenwave #monotone #fineart #foveon #Фовеоныч. Фотография без поз!
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Incontrai Turiello a Procida quarant' anni fa ,ero con i miei figli per le prime vacanze procidane e Turiello mi regalò tre lenze rustiche che hanno pescato molto più di quelle più sofisticate che usai dopo.
Turiello era un pescatore solitario e usciva in barca sempre solo col suo cane, Turiello era un mito .nessuno sapeva cosa c'era nel suo secchio coperto quando tornava dalla pesca e tutti facevano congetture quando infilava la porta delle cucine dei ristoranti.
Feci una foto a Turiello ma lui mi disse che appariva vecchio e mi diede una sua vecchia foto giovanile in divisa di marinaio da riprodurre e ingrandire, quando gliela portai mi fu grato e mi abbracciò fraternamente chiamandomi per nome,
Quell'abbraccio si è rinnovato ogni anno quando tornavo a Procida fino all' ultimo quando le sue gambe malferme gli rendevano doloroso alzarsi, ho voluto bene a Turiello pescatore della Chiaiolella e gli ho dedicato la reggia che meritava per la sua nobiltà d' animo.
Nel montaggio un palazzo in via F.Crispi ,Napoli
finally, a decent photo with my 450d. It focus' really well, and great dof.
mhm, well, i've been wanting to do a peacock feather photo for a long time, this isn't at all what i had in mind, but i liked it enough.
and the feather was a bit dodgy. :P
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Photographers at the Olympus photographic playground in Amsterdam. The light source creates a shadow on the screen which is between me and the photographer. Through the shadow another photographer and his subject is visible.
At first sight the shadow looks more real than the person that creates the shadow :).
For me this image serves as a modern illustration of Plato's cave allegory and the perception of the freed philosopher. The philosopher can see through the shadows the reality. The image illustrates for me also that images can have different layers of interpretation.
Cave allegory from Wikipedia:
Plato has Socrates describe a gathering of people who have lived chained to the wall of a cave all of their lives, facing a blank wall. The people watch shadows projected on the wall from things passing in front of a fire behind them, and they begin to give names to these shadows. The shadows are as close as the prisoners get to viewing reality. He then explains how the philosopher is like a prisoner who is freed from the cave and comes to understand that the shadows on the wall do not make up reality at all, for he can perceive the true form of reality rather than the mere shadows seen by the prisoners. ...This allegory fascinated me already as a child.
I often like to think about our place in the universe... and scale... and relativity. For all we know, this big honking Earth of ours... teeming with what we know as lifeforms... is merely a molecule in some other, much larger structure.
Could be. After all, the microscopic view reveals entire worlds and civlizations invisible to our unaided eyes. And even a macro lens gives us a whole different perspective on size and scale.
And since I'm too tired to write today, I'll just repeat some doggerel I created as a kid, which basically says the same kind of thing (and suggests that I have changed very little in the past 30-plus years):
To a flea it's a four-lane highway
To an ant it's a mountain pass
To a cow it's plain delicious
To me it's a piece of grass.
(P.S. This is my first photo taken with my first-ever macro lens, which Husband Mike bestowed upon me for the big Four-Oh.)
Camera movement in the bluebell woods. I figured out that I get a much smoother movement if I keep the camera close to my face rather than holding it a little further away.