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No doubt, some will find this ugly. But to the rest of you who find ALL of Nature beautiful...
First, my apologies to Salvador Dalí and his haunting painting, "The Persistence of Memory," from which I borrowed for the latter part of the title.
What you're looking at is a leaf that has fallen perfectly centered to drape and fold itself neatly over a branch - and there to remain over time to slowly decay. The tree is deep in thick woods, so the leaf has not blown away. I have no idea how many season cycles it has taken for the leaf to reach this stage in it's decomposition, but I would guess at least a couple.
I was lucky - as I was walking through the woods on a nice Fall afternoon in finding sunlight "winking" at me from off to the side of the path. I found it to be coming at me through the few transparent/translucent sections remaining in this persistent beauty.
Sorry for the inevitable few green light spots in the photo, but they came with the angle required in order to get the shot and light I wanted. So be it - Nature is never perfect nor neat.
PERSISTENCE OF THE HORIZON / THE FINAL / CHRISTELLE GEISER & AEON VON ZARK / NAKED EYE PROJECT BIENNE / ALTERED STATE SERIE / THE WEIRD DREAM / PORTRAIT.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.(Hal Borland
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Thanks very kindly for any gracious comment, views and invites. Much appreciated!.... Peace and love be with you.
Namaste.
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A big tree had come down in the sandstone slot that marks the entrance into Mermaid's Cave. A Banksia had also taken a tumble, but was still alive, and growing over the fallen tree. Life finds a way! [Blue Mountains, NSW]
This fella found me particularly annoying, and flew to three different perches to try to shake me. Persistence pays!
After several failed attempts (done by cloud, DVT leading) I finally bagged this shot at Huttons Ambo. 68029 “Courageous” heads 1F62 1034 Scarborough-York.
"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.
— Calvin Coolidge
Dedicated to my daughter, who persists in everything, including climbing 500 foot sand dunes, where you slide back 2 feet for every 3 feet you ascend.
“Persistence is the twin sister of excellence. One is a matter of quality; the other, a matter of time.” – Marabel Morgan
These tiny little white flowers are very presistent......trying to survive the bitter cold weather. They are only about 1/4 inch in diameter and so sweet.
...longing for warmer weather myself!
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Outlining a Theory of General Creativity .. on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory . Creativity ²
stratified as:
Memory . Creativity ² = ∪ { Mimesis . Catharsis ² }
Mimesis . Catharsis ² = ∪ { Metabolê . Catabolê ² }
Metabolê . Catabolê ² = ∪ { Mitosis . Cytosis ² }
Mitosis . Cytosis ² = ∪ { Molecula . Chymia ² }
Molecula . Chymia ² = ∪ { M . c ² }
. . and . . M . c ² = ∪ { E }
. . whe(re)n . . ∪ { E } ≤ Entropy
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Study of the day:
Rien ne sert de mourir, il faut savoir disparaître.
There is no point in dying, we must know to disappear.
( Jean Baudrillard )
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Quelle est l'épaisseur des apparences, Jean, vue de l'hyporéalité ?
. . . .. siaM ! ercalumis nu'd ellec ,fej emêm al tnemetcaxE-"
. . . "! secnerappasèd releppa sel ed siamrosèd ètnet tôtulp sius ej
What's the thickness of appearances, Jean, seen from the hyporeality ?
. . . .. tuB ! murcalumis a fo eno eht ,fej emas eht yltcaxE -
. . . ! "secnaraeppasid" meht llac ot detmet erom m'I ..
approximate deciphered translation with the hyporeal authorization of Jean:
. . . - Exactly the same jef, the one of a simulacrum ! But ..
. . . I am more tempted now to call them "disappearances" !
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| . rectO-persO . | . E ≥ m.C² . | . co~errAnce . | . TiLt . | . pOla. |
Persistence pays off! So happy to have finally seen the elusive black-backed woodpecker. Well worth the wait as he was so busy pecking, he paid no attention to his admirers.
I saw these flowers poking through the fence on my way to work when it was foggy out. I made a mental note to go back after work and when I did, these lovely clouds were out to make the perfect backdrop. I was laying on my back shooting as cars were driving by : )
A Catawba rhododendron (Rhododendron catawbiense) hangs on, barely. This is part of a disjunct/relict community of typically montane plants, in the Hollow Rock area of New Hope Creek.
Pentax K-1, pixel-shift mode
Mirex tilt/shift adapter
Pentax-A 645 macro 120/4
Iridient Developer
I am in the tedious and exciting process of scanning and editing forgotten and found images from the 50s. It's quite moving to discover places that are no more, people that are most likely gone and parties nobody remembers. I have fallen in love with that wonderful shot and decided it deserved to be shared. It also seemed to illustrate a song I enjoy:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dmh1cZQuXk
When I’m traveling far from home
On the wide horizon
I can feel you’re still around
And the dream overtakes me
Then I know, you’ll stay in this moment
We’ll go where it’s flowing
You’ll be what you want to be
Right here, with me
When I’m out here on my own
And it all cuts through me
I see you’re safe alone
Ah, then it hits me
And I know, you’re here in this moment
Right where it’s flowing
You are what you want to be
Right here, with me
Stay in this moment
Go where it’s flowing
You are what you want to be
Right here, with me . . . with me . . . with me. . .
A lone leaf still hangs on a branch of a European Beech tree at the Morton Arboretum on January 2nd, 2021. Snow and freezing rain the previous evening made for a tough night in Chicagoland but a beautiful morning afterwards.
Requested for publication by Mark Batty Publisher
for "Everyman’s JOYCE" of "W. Terrence Gordon, Eri Hamaji & Jacob Albert”
“Picasso merely shrugged and declined the invitation to illustrate an edition of Ulysses, dismissing Joyce as an obscure writer that all the world can understand ... Can, not does.”
Through the power of illustration the Everyman’s Series illuminates complex bodies of work by some of the 20th century’s most vital thinkers. Picasso’s assessment of James Joyce as a writer that “all the world can understand” speaks to how a perspective that favors the visual can see through dense texts, allowing meaning to take shape. W. Terrence Gordon’s examination of the James Joyce canon and its impact on the world, both in terms of literature and culture at large, provides accessible and singular evaluations of why Joyce, no matter how impenetrable his books may seem on the surface, continues to attract readers today. In Everyman's Joyce, Gordon’s close readings and biographical insight gel with contemporary visual cues that usher Joyce into the 21st century.
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Etude du jour:
La bêtise et le cynisme sont-ils les derniers noms d'Entropie ?
En Birmanie ? En Chine ? En Tchétchénie ? A Guantanamo ? A Gaza & Cisjordanie ? . .
Study of the day:
Are silliness and cynicism the last names of Entropy ?
In Burma ? In China ? In Tchétchénie ? In Guantanamo ? In Gaza & West-Bank ?. .
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Camera: Zero 2000 Pinhole
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Exposure Time: 2 minutes
Location: Japanese Garden, Washington Park Arboretum – Seattle, Washington
I sat down Sunday evening with the intention of writing about my struggle to transform my photography from the negative/scanned image into a print. Twice I got several paragraphs in only to find it long winded and wandering upon rereading it. Frustrated I decided to scrap them and instead let the thoughts flow free and open, and yes I admit it’s still rather long. The short version of the story is I lack confidence in my work when it’s in print form.
Over the past year or so my ability, knowledge and photography style has grown exponentially, more so than the previous four years combined. I feel at ease holding a camera, no longer struggling to comprehend its dials and settings, this has allowed me to slow down and concentrate my efforts in creating the image itself. Sure I still make mistakes…. ok a lot of mistakes, but I no longer see them as failures but rather learning experiences. This attitude has resulted in the best work I’ve ever produced. Nothing makes me happier than getting film back from the lab and realizing I nailed an exposure. One great image negates a roll filled with bad ones in my opinion.
I am still often surprised when viewing some of my better photographs that I actually made them and not someone else. I’ve never considered myself a talented or artistic person. I’m not musically inclined, or possess a natural ability to draw or paint. Heck my drawing skills have failed me more than one during a game of Pictionary. Film for me is a labor of love. Where I lack natural talent I strive to make up for it with patience and persistence.
I think about photography on a daily… almost hourly basis. I am obsessed with it, never in my life have I found something that has interested me so much as film photography. I yearn to hold a camera in my hands peaking at the world through its view finder, hearing the ca-chunk of it’s shutter, and the sound of it advancing the film. But still my photographic process is lacking, where I have grown confident in my ability to create an image with a camera, and satisfaction with my scanning skills, I still lack faith in my work when printed.
I’ve struggled with this for nearly a year now, my inability to make hard copies of my photography. A mental block of sorts that I have come to equate as being similar to what it must feel like to have writers block. It must seem silly to my family and friends who praise a given photograph and suggest I print and frame it, only to have me shrug them off and say I am not ready. What does it mean to be ready anyway? Its strange I can look at one of my photographs, like the one above, on a computer screen and marvel at it, beaming with self-pride. Yet I still can’t bring myself to make a print of it.
I think part of my issue is I have this feeling that to print and frame something is to makes it real. Viewing it on the computer screen is one thing, but on the wall? Now that is something completely different. Its more concrete set in stone if you will. Real things are more open for judgment and ridicule, which is where my lack of self-confidence comes in. I still don’t think on some level that any of my work is worthy of being printed and displayed. And it eats me up inside.
I’ve made a few prints in the past. Most of which have turned out darker than they appear on the computer screen. This is of course an issue everyone deals with as LCD screens display things more vividly than a printer can. There seems to be no easy fix to it, aside from fiddling in postproduction or obtaining various forms of expensive software, which calibrate your screen. Postproduction as a whole is not something I’d say I am overly interested in as it is, so the prospect of having to do more of it has deterred me from making prints.
Hopefully I can overcome these issues, and conquer the unknown. Two years ago I didn’t even know what medium format photography was, and now I shoot it almost exclusively so I have come along way already. I know the only true way to learn something is to dive right in and that’s my goal, right now I’m just waiting for that swift kick in the ass to get me started…
A powerful cascade of whitewater thunders down a rocky cliffside in Yellowstone National Park. Sunlight glints off the rushing current as it churns past jagged rocks and fallen logs, framed by rich textures of stone and forest. Captured during a memorable vacation with my son, this moment represents both the awe-inspiring force of nature and the joy of shared exploration.