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This is an image from a project i shot from a recent exhibition, the project is titled 'Periphery' if you would like to see more from the project here is a link to my online portfolio, still not complete but there a few things to look at on there.
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In autumn limbo - a state in it's own.
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5x7" (13x18cm) format camera, 210mm f5.6, Kodak Tri-X 320 developed in FX-39, wet-mounted drumscan.
The "Journey Behind the Falls" tour offers a unique vantage point to experience the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. I liked the square crop here...okay, truth be told, the periphery of the lens was soaked so I didn't have a choice!!
Matkasur has been an iconic tiger of core and buffer zones of the park. He has glorious past and now in his late life surviving with the learnings of his exceptional past. Guides say that he is cornered in the periphery of the park by young males and roams in buffer area, survives solely on cattle kills and gather strength to overpower other males. He is fathering two cubs of a tigress called Sharmily. He should be more that 12 years by now.
Ths Epic Battle!
In the March of 2018 Tadoba witnessed the epic battle between a tiger and sloth bear. The entire world probably is still in awe when they watch the bear match the tiger -for once Matkasur had to concede defeat. No wonder experts speak highly about a bear’s fur and claws as Matkasur was forced to leave the bear alone! He may have defeated powerful male tigers but here he had to surrender to the will power of a mother protecting her young.
Killing of Forest Guard!
In May of 2017 Matkasur killed a person who was on census duty and had squatted behind a bush to relieve himself. Speculations ran high whether Matkasur would be branded a man-eater or not. As per government guidelines, there has to be three killings before a tiger is labelled a man-eater. Matkasur was given the benefit of doubt- also he did not eat the body. Some experts feel when humans squat, tigers often get confused and accidentally kills thinking them to be monkeys or deer both of whom are regular prey. Most of the time it is a case of mistaken identity.
Today, while on the way home from where I uploaded last night's photo, I pulled over and parked in a tiny pull off area near the side of the road for a short while. There are two adult morphs of the Canadian Tiger Swallowtail butterfly ... one is yellow and the other black. The yellow which you see above is kind of rare here in this province, but it has been seen in western Newfoundland. The black morph is rarer still. Well, first the black morph appeared and stayed for a short while and I got a few shots! Then, this one, the yellow morph, appeared and stayed even longer! Both allowed me to get very close.
Now, they are not on some pretty flower, but in a mud puddle ... or, to be more precise ... on the damp periphery of that mud puddle. Do you know why? Stay tuned. :-)
03-01-1986
Móstoles, Madrid, Spain
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i have always been a person on the fringe,
not quite in the thick of things,
but present nonetheless.
i realized today that this is reflected
in many aspects of my life,
and is quite obvious in my photography.
most often i accept this,
other times i am despondent.
i have come to realize that to be aware
is sometimes enough.
Last part of the series. 2017 ©MichelleCourteau
Industrial harbour Victor, S.West Paris XV, rehabilitation 2012.
In the foreground, the carways on banks.
This fine stripe of ground along the left bank of Seine - 35/40m in width extends on 1km approximately up to the Peripheric bridge situated South, and beyond.
Right and Left Seine banks concentrate all the industrial cement production for Paris and suburbans, at each limit of Paris intra-muros with integrated harbours.
Extracted stones from quarries around Paris are carried on barges along the Seine and tributaries.
GoogleEarth, Port Victor, ParisXV & Quay St.Exupéry.
Day Thirty, it's a Nowhere Day. My office is in the big building on the background. It's large and new, but all around it it's just junk. This is the Periphery, our Nowhere.
365+1 Day of NEX-7 project
periphery
#mysterious #macromondays #mm #hmm #withmytamron #periphery
As usual, I started shooting totally different subjects, then came across something completley different to shoot. periphery is simply the side of a torch lighter at 1:1 lifesize. I shot other aspects of this lighter, got some neat frames. However, this comp has more of my compositional sensibilities.
I had several comps to choose from: white disc in focus, disc completely oof, surface flat and everything in focus, and of course the above submitted frame. The just out-of-focus white disc appealed to me. It's dreamlike mystery, just outside of one's periphery...
I like it a lot.
Canon EOS M2
Fotodiox Pro adapter
Tamron 60mm f/2 macro
In this hushed amphitheater of stone and sky, the world suspends itself between exhalations. The peaks loom with a patience born not of endurance, but of knowing — their slopes fractured and furrowed like brows that have spent millennia contemplating riddles. They rise in abrupt silences, their ridges neither hostile nor welcoming, simply there, existing beyond the confines of intent.
The lake beneath does not merely reflect — it absorbs. It holds the mountains’ gaze in a perfect, wavering replica, as if uncertain whether it dreams the peaks or the peaks dream it. A surface so lucid that blue and shadow dissolve into each other, a thin membrane between depth and air. Here, the reflection is not illusion; it is a doubled reality, folded upon itself.
The water’s edge blurs into pebbles half-remembered by frost. There’s no sound to anchor the mind — only a distilled quiet, dense as the sky, cold enough to shatter thought. Time slips sideways in places like this, where the wind forgets its task and the light dithers, caught between sharp and soft.
You stand at the periphery, where meaning feels like it might condense if only you could inhale deeply enough. But this place demands nothing; it only exists, and in doing so, suggests that perhaps existing is enough. Here, the mountains breathe in their own slow rhythm, and for a moment, you sense the earth's pulse — subterranean, unhurried, beating beneath surfaces seen and unseen.
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Beneath this fragile balance of stone and reflection, there lies a world beyond what the eye can capture — a world where patience meets wonder, and silence becomes a story.
To trace more of these still moments, to wander further into scenes where time bends and light lingers, step softly into the artist's realm at www.coronaviking.com . There, each image offers a doorway to contemplation, a quiet invitation to see the world through a lens that listens.
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This is a detail of a painting by Diego RodrÃguez de Velázquez in the Art Institute of Chicago. It just occurred to me that the gestural expression of her head is similar to the the photowork of Temma that I posted a couple days ago. More significant is the similar way in which that turning of the head seems to imply both an internal reflection and a recognition of something on the periphery. There is a another, very similar painting by Velázquez that includes a scene in the background on the left of the supper at Emmaus. That subject seems to imply that the young woman's gesture is one of recognizing who it is that is at the table. The composition of this painting echoes the structure of Las hilanderas by placing those who would typically be regarded as of marginal importance as the primary subject in relation to the "important" subject which is relegated to a room in the background. These works are among many in which this court painter made a central (if sometimes subtle) subject of regarding those on the periphery; thus posing questions to the conventions of pictorial hierarchy of the day.