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My most lyrical photo Three silhouettes on a ridge of Mount Etna: dramatic sky, heavy grain of the film. The figures are reduced to silhouettes almost icons The composition is classical – low horizon, dominant sky, figures that give scale to the landscape.
There is something ancient here, almost biblical It looks like a procession, a pilgrimage Time here is archaic.
Every year I try to get to some bluebell woods (not last year of course) and this year was no exception. A 4:30 alarm call and forty minute drive, are we all mad or what !!
The same wood as the last image, how different it looks !!
Just returning from our annual Pilgrimage to Tofino where a shorebird festival is hosted every year. My husband and I decided to keep our plan to go even if the weather forecast had shifted at the last minute and wildlife photography opportunities were going to be limited. This time the forecast was right and we sure had a load of rain and fog. But, Tofino rain or shine or fog is still Tofino.... I know that these distant shots are not as popular as close-up but I like to take them.... It is always a challenge to try a full frame on these scenes of wildlife in their habitat. Here is a marble godwit (left) with a Whimbrel (right) .... We have been visiting Tofino for several years and we always find practically at the same location a pair of Whimbrels with one solitary godwitt hanging around together... never the other way around.... makes me wonder if they are the same birds, like us, on their annual pilgrimage to Tofino :) . The irony of it all is that while we were away, Victoria had a real windfall of shorebirds of all kinds. As many as 30 Whimbrels among other things showed up at the Victoria Golf Course.... that is life I guess :) I will be posting more from Tofino over the next couple of days.
Some tourists entering into the basement of the Abbey of San Fruttuoso, near Portofino.
The Abbey of San Fruttuoso is a Catholic abbey on the Italian Riviera between Camogli and Portofino, built in the VII century.
The abbey is located in a small bay beneath a steep wooded hill. It can only be reached by sea and by hiking trails, there is no road access. The abbey is owned by the heritage organisation Fondo Ambiente Italiano.
Christ of the Abyss
The underwater statue Christ of the Abyss was installed in the sea off San Fruttuoso in 1954, at a depth of 17 metres (56 ft).
I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days and God came to me. Only in the Heart can one experience the divine presence of truth.
- Kabir
It is always with a sense of anticipation when I visit one of my favourite churches. If I have not been for a while I will often feel a 'calling' to return.
The atmosphere of the church will envelop me and I know I have to go.
This church is St. Mary's, and is only a ten minute walk from where I live. This day I walked a different way, through a small park, and the morning light lit up the pampas grass.
I am going to add on a thank you here to everybody who has supported me on Flickr. With this third batch of images that I have uploaded, this image being the first of those, I have done this with more confidence this time round because of all your support. Nobody really saw my images except my partner, my parents, and a couple of close friends, for over 25 years. I worked in isolation, never really thinking it was good enough. Things changed when I lost some members of my family under difficult circumstances, and to save my heart I picked up my camera again on the advice of a gentle man of faith. I am grateful to him, and I wish to say a big thank you to all of you.
Thank you, all, Shelley.
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...if you arrived from another planet you'd think humans came to worship here or something. Harry Potter has a lot to answer for.
I have rested for a while, my pilgrimage nearly at its end
I constantly seek a connection, my spirit searching for meaning
But often I feel as though I have just missed you
In reaching for you it's as if I am trying too much
You come to me at the point of stillness,
Often when I turn around to say goodbye
And then I see your glory and inspiration
And marvel that I did not see you before
But I was not looking in the right places
Because you were always there beside me
It is as though we have to stop to start
And the pilgrimage just opens our heart
This beautiful detail of a Stained Glass Window in Glynde Church, Sussex, UK of St.Peter’s resting feet made me think of those who undertake a difficult pilgrimage, some going barefoot all the way, and the dedication it takes to do this. Not only that, it was the fact that these feet looked so vulnerable. And this is the meaning of pilgrimage, to make ourselves open and receptive to what thoughts or guidance that might come. It is the journey, rather than the destination that is often important.
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original photographs, snapseed, procreate, apple pencil— includes six figures from the union street sculptors’ ‘under wraps’ group sculpture, photographed at the 10th palmer sculpture biennial in 2022
Templo del Pabellón de Oro - Temple of the Golden Pavilion
Este popular pabellón, enclavado dentro de los jardines del templo Kinkaku-ji (o también Rokuon-ji) es centro de pergrinación de fieles y turistas, y presenta la peculiaridad de tener las paredes exteriores de las dos plantas superiores recubiertas con pan de oro. Sirvió de inspiración al novelista japonés Yukio Mishima para su obra "El Pabellón Dorado" (1956).
This popular pavilion, nestled within the gardens of the temple Kinkaku-ji (also called Rokuon-ji) is a center of pilgrimage for believers and tourists, and has the distinction of having the exterior walls of the two plants top coated with gold leaf. It inspired the Japanese novelist Yukio Mishima for his work "The Golden Pavilion" (1956).
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All shots of this series done with Leica M8 plus Voigtlander AS 2.8/90 wide-open. The location is one of Hertfordshire's garden centres (which, as I have told you before, I do regard as one of our barometers gauging the status of contemporary culture). This time, I had the chance of talking things through with one of the managers of the centre. First, the garden centre acquires and exhibits sculptures (and almost all sorts of them) because customers buy them. No surprise here, but as well no explanation as why they do so. Two, and importantly, the centre displays the sculptures according to visual criteria (difference of colour, background, focal or points of attraction). Three, the sculptures (as stand alone figures or in clusters) are located on critical junctions of the passage way through the centre. All this, in my view, creates a semi-sacred topography where customers (believers in the regeneration and wholeness of nature) perambulate as if on a procession. The content and individuality of any specific religion does not seem to matter, however, a general and undefined kind of spirituality does.
We visited Roseberry Topping and Newton Woods, today, on our annual pilgrimage to see the beautiful natural display of Bluebells. Walking up through the trees, we could hear a Cuckoo and the flowers were at their very best.
The low-angle light of late afternoon on a winter's day splashes brightly on the red-rock fins comprising the Devil's Garden, Arches National Park, Utah. In the distance, freshly fallen snow coats the La Sal Mountains.
I have walked this trail many times, and I hope to walk it many more. Visiting this particular place and taking in this view has become a pilgrimage of sorts. I find it most arresting in winter, as the combination of snow, red rock, and rich light makes the spirit buoyant and the mind rooted to the present. It is also difficult to comprehend that our family walked this route when our boys were tiny, and now the oldest is about to finish his senior year and venture out to college in 2023. At times, thoughts like these overwhelm me with maudlin sentimentality, though I am grateful for all of it. With this light, I raise a metaphorical glass and a toast to the new year: may its twists and turns be rich with unexpected adventure, and may our sorrows and griefs keen only because we are filled with love.
Happy new year!
This is my second favourite from yesterday's light extravaganza in Upper Padley.
Looks like a still from a film I feel.
Make of it what you will.
Happy days.
Chanctonbury Ring is a prehistoric hill fort atop Chanctonbury Hill on the South Downs, on the border of the civil parishes of Washington and Wiston in the English county of West Sussex. A ridgeway, now part of the South Downs Way, runs along the hill.
After its final abandonment around the late fourth century AD, the hill fort remained unoccupied save for grazing cattle until a mid-18th-century landowner planted a ring of beech trees around its perimeter to beautify the site. They became a famous local landmark until largely being destroyed in the Great Storm of 1987. Periodic replanting on a number of occasions to replace old or destroyed trees has afforded archaeologists the opportunity to carry out a series of excavations which have revealed much about the history of the site.
It was certainly worth visiting, very enjoyable indeed. I found this particular group of trees fascinating, like a mother and her children.
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57603 passes trerulefoot with the 1C50 2345 London Paddington to Penzance,since we just got back I was glad to get this in the sun as not long to go before its to late to do.....next stop Greggs at Saltash
Hooghly Imambada
One of the famous Shiya Muslim pilgrimage centre in West Bengal.
Haji Mohammad Mahasin started the building in the year 1841. It was completed in the year 1861. The two storied building consisting ranged rooms having a wide entrance of main gate flanked by two giant towers and a clock at the centre of them.
But it is in quite shamble state and renovation work is needed urgently to restore this beauty to it' s pristine state.
Wilparting
is a district of the Upper Bavarian village of Irschenberg and is an ancient pilgrimage site on the same Irschenberg
@ Wikipedia
NOT taken by Canon:-))
All shots of this series done with Leica M8 plus Voigtlander AS 2.8/90 wide-open. The location is one of Hertfordshire's garden centres (which, as I have told you before, I do regard as one of our barometers gauging the status of contemporary culture). This time, I had the chance of talking things through with one of the managers of the centre. First, the garden centre acquires and exhibits sculptures (and almost all sorts of them) because customers buy them. No surprise here, but as well no explanation as why they do so. Two, and importantly, the centre displays the sculptures according to visual criteria (difference of colour, background, focal or points of attraction). Three, the sculptures (as stand alone figures or in clusters) are located on critical junctions of the passage way through the centre. All this, in my view, creates a semi-sacred topography where customers (believers in the regeneration and wholeness of nature) perambulate as if on a procession. The content and individuality of any specific religion does not seem to matter, however, a general and undefined kind of spirituality does.