A Dark Presence
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I took this image from my kayak as a pair came swimming by fairly close to me. As long as I had no sudden movements, they really didn't seem to mind my presence.
August 2016
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Werner Herzog, un grand cinéaste, a un jour déclaré que « l’univers était monstrueusement indifférent à la présence de l’homme »….S’il a raison, c’est de cette petite maison perdue sur les rivages des Îles de la Madeleine au Québec, que je voudrais voir l’univers se foutre de moi! (patrice)
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Werner Herzog, a great filmmaker, once said that "the universe is monstrously indifferent to the presence of man" ... .If he is right, it is from this small house lost on the shores of the Magdalen Island in Quebec, that I would like to see the universe not give a damn about me! (Patrice)
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ÊTRE PRÉSENT AU MONDE
J’ai fait le plein de naïveté,
Celle qui nous rapproche des évidences premières,
Les beautés naturelles.
Et je suis parti sur les sentiers des grandes prairies, sans projet précis.
Sauf celui d’assumer ma présence au monde.
Ici, le vent, libre de tout entrave,
Fait entendre un murmure fusionnel (le bruit blanc) qui nous aspire en lui.
La nuit venue, l’immensité inégalée du ciel étoilé, transporte l’observateur dans une autre dimension… inhumaine, insaisissable, merveilleuse, cosmique.
Confronté au non-humain, on se fait petit et interrogatif : « Et si nous étions seuls? Vu de là-bas, que sommes-nous? Y a t-il, en nous, une mémoire de nos origines?
J’aurais pu traverser les forêts anciennes, longer les rivages océaniques…
Partout les beautés naturelles engendrent une expérience physiologique et métaphysique qui pénètre la conscience, par tous les sens…
…La rendant plus « présente » au monde naturel, cette capacité atrophiée par l’univers artificiel que la modernité a érigé.
En soi, ces expériences ne changent rien à ce qui va mal sur cette planète.
Mais elles pourraient changer la façon avec laquelle chacun comprendra les enjeux et y répondra en toute conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chroniques du Monde de Poësia
Inspiré de : Heidi Barr, écrivaine américaine et de Alexandre Lacroix, philosophe, « Devant la beauté de la Nature »
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BE PRESENT TO THE WORLD
I filled up with naivety,
The one that brings us closer to the first evidences,
Natural beauties.
And I set off on the trails of the great prairies, without a specific project,
Except that of assuming my presence in the world.
Here, the wind, free from all hindrances
Makes hear a white noise that sucks us into it.
At nightfall, the unequaled immensity of the starry sky transports the observer to another dimension... inhuman, elusive, marvellous, and cosmic.
Confronted with the non-human, we become small and questioning: “And if we were alone? Seen from there, what are we? Is there, in us, a memory of our origins?
I could have crossed ancient forests, going along the ocean shores…
Everywhere, natural beauty generates a physiological and metaphysical experience that penetrates the consciousness, through all the senses...
…Making it more “present” to the natural world, this capacity atrophied by the artificial universe that modernity has erected.
By themselves, these experiences won’t change what’s wrong on this planet.
But they could change the way everyone understands the issues and responds to them in good conscience. *
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Patrice Photographiste, Chronicles of the Lands of Poësia
Inspired by: Heidi Barr, American writer and Alexandre Lacroix, philosopher, “Devant la beauté de la nature”
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Taken during a very misty walk through Barnes's Grove, I found myself deep in the conifers (as you do) and was taken by this slender apparition. The mood fitted a mono image in my view.
recently, on a dewy morning, i walked through a field. at first, i didn't notice this web. i needed to pause and breathe. pause and see. a big part of photography is being present. i'm grateful for that gift.
Due to personal misalignments I wasn't and will still not be able to be here much in the next weeks/months.I have no intention to completely give up on Flickr but I expect my presence here to be very intermittent so I will totally understand if you will choose to be less active on my account. Still hope you will keep me in your contacts as I will eventually be back in a more sustainable manner.
For now all I can do is say thank you so much for your friendship and support that mean a lot to me and wish you a wonderful Summer!
Lu
After crossing the River Coquet the road bends round to give a view of Warkworth's main street, flanked by its grand stone buildings, rising steeply ahead of you, dominated by a huge castle at the top. Except when there's a sea-fret, when you might not even notice it until you reach the top of the hill!
🎶 GAVIN LUKE - A PRESENCE FELT
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina
I swear,
since seeing Your face,
The garden is bewildered
as to what is leaf or bloosom.
The distracted birds can't
distinguish the birdseed
from the snare.
A house of love
with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than
venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills
the mirror of
the heart.
- Rumi
Peace is not the absence of power. Peace is the presence of love.
Sri Chinmoy
If there is to be any peace it will come through being, not having.
Henry Miller
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I last shot this tree back in November when it was resplendent in its autumn colour, now here we are in June and it still forms an impressive and imposing presence in green. Always a strange feeling when you walk under it knowing that weight is above you!!
Petrea volubilis, commonly known as queen's wreath or purple wreath, is an evergreen flowering vine native to Tropical Americ.
It is found especially on the banks of rivers and streams, from northern Mexico to Bolivia, Brazil and Paraguay in the Antilles and in Venezuela. Depending on the climate, it can have up to two bloommings in the year and is very attractive for butterflies.
It is a very flowery and ornamental vine, often used to cover pergolas, canvases, railings or even leaning on walls.
As a climbing plant, it grows to a height of 12 meters, but as a shrub it grows to 4 meters tall and the flowers emerge from bracts.
The flowers form in large clusters, more than 30 cm in length, and may have a purplish-blue color (most common) or even a variety with white flowers. It prefers cultivation in full sun, but tolerates and develops satisfactorily in half shade.
In Brazil receive the name of Flor de São Miguel ( Saint Michael flower).
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Eurasian Kingfisher also called Common Kingfisher
Alcedo atthis
ijsvogel
martin-pêcheur d'Europe
Eisvogel
Martín Pescador Común
Martin pescatore
guarda-rios
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DESCRIPTION:
The picture show the comet C/2023 A3 Tsuchinshan Atlas.
Despite the presence of a slight haze and some low clouds, the image clearly shows the comet with its long tail and the anti-tail, characteristic of this comet.
While the tail is formed by light gases ejected from the comet and pushed by the solar wind in the opposite direction to the sun, the anti-tail is formed by heavier debris that the comet leaves along the way. They therefore trace the comet’s trajectory and, under particular perspective conditions, appear as a straight trail in the direction of the sun.
The photo was taken from the eastern side of Mount Etna, at about 1800m altitude.
IMAGE INFORMATIONS
Data: October 14, 2024
Time: 19:35 ( UTC +2 )
location: Mount Etna
coordinate:37.72N 14.96E
TECHNICAL DATA
camera: Nikon Z6_II
camera lens: Samyang 135mm f/2
focal lenght: 135 mm
aperture: f/2.8
ISO: 400
exposition time: 100 sec ( 20 images x 5 sec )
software: Astro Art, Luminar, Photoshop, Neat
Although the birds have left, and the fish have sunk deep in the pond, I can't be fooled by this silence. Even if my eyes insist I'm alone -- I've got this feeling that someone else is here.
The darkness of an ancient entity, primordal fear from the shadows, presence of something right behind you. Turn around, all you see is waving branches. You are alone. Alone in your crazy reality. Something wants to get inside. Than you realize, the something is a guy with a camera, who wants to get into your ancient shadows. Not even primordal fears of yours cannot stop him!
Anyone who has followed me for more than a few years knew that I had an obsession with the elevator in Morrice, some maybe calling it unhealthy. After it was finally torn down a couple years ago, there really wasn't much reason to visit Morrice, until I started snooping around the other elevator in town that is far less appealing structurally, but has plenty of other things to work with. After discovering the WC was leading an overnight A491, I did my sleep deprivation routine and ventured out into the muggy night and began setting up. Just a few minutes before 5am, A491 comes flying through the small farming town alerting everyone to its presence, and me alerting them to mine with some speedlights.
The Indian pangolin, thick-tailed pangolin, or scaly anteater (Manis crassicaudata) is a pangolin found on the Indian subcontinent. It is not common anywhere in its range. Like other pangolins, it has large, overlapping scales on its body which act as armour. It can also curl itself into a ball as self-defence against predators such as the tiger. The colour of its scales varies depending on the colour of the earth in its surroundings.
It is an insectivore, feeding on ants and termites, digging them out of mounds and logs using its long claws, which are as long as its fore limbs. It is nocturnal and rests in deep burrows during the day.
The Indian pangolin is threatened by hunting for its meat and for various body parts used in traditional medicine.
The Indian pangolin is a solitary, shy, slow-moving, nocturnal mammal. It is about 84–122 centimetres (33–48 in) long from head to tail, the tail usually being 33–47 cm long, and weighs 10–16 kg. Females are generally smaller than the males and have one pair of mammae. The pangolin possesses a cone-shaped head with small, dark eyes, and a long muzzle with a nose pad similar in color, or darker than, its pinkish-brown skin. It has powerful limbs, tipped with sharp, clawed digits. It is an almost exclusive insectivore and principally subsists on ants and termites, which it catches with a specially adapted long, sticky tongue.The pangolin has no teeth, but has strong stomach muscles to aid in digestion. The most noticeable characteristic of the pangolin is its massive, scaled armour, which covers its upper face and its whole body with the exception of the belly and the inside of the legs. These protective scales are rigid and made of keratin. It has 160–200 scales in total, about 40–46% of which are located on the tail. Scales can be 6.5–7 cm long, 8.5 cm wide, and weigh 7–10 grams. The skin and scales make up about one-fourth to one-third of the total body mass of this species.
The Indian pangolin has been recorded from various forest types, including Sri Lankan rainforest and plains to middle hill levels. The animal can be found in grasslands and secondary forests, and is well adapted to desert regions as it is believed to have a tolerance to dry areas, but prefers more barren, hilly regions. This pangolin species may also sometimes reach high elevations, and has been sighted in Sri Lanka at 1100 meters and in the Nilgiri mountains in India at 2300 meters. It prefers soft and semi-sandy soil conditions suitable for digging burrows.
Pangolin burrows fall into one of two categories: feeding and living burrows. Feeding burrows are smaller than living burrows (though their sizes vary depending on the abundance of prey) and are created more frequently during the spring, when there is a greater availability of prey. Living burrows are wider, deeper, and more circular, and are occupied for a longer time than feeding burrows, as they are mainly used to sleep and rest during the day. After a few months, the pangolin abandons the burrow and digs a new one close to a food source. However, it is not uncommon for the pangolin to shift back to an old burrow.
Unlike its African counterpart, the Indian pangolin does not climb trees, but it does value the presence of trees, herbs, and shrubs in its habitat because it is easier to dig burrows around them. Features that promote an abundance of ants and termites (grasses, bare grounds, bases of trees, shrubs, roots, leaf litter, fallen logs and elephant feces) are often present in pangolin habitats.
Few details are known about the breeding behaviour of the Indian pangolin. During the animal's mating period, females and males may share the same burrow and show some diurnal activities. Males have testes in a fold of the skin located in their groin areas. The female's embryo develops in one of the uterine horns. The gestation period lasts 65–70 days; the placenta is diffuse and not deciduate. Usually, a single young is born, but twins have been reported in this species. The young weigh 235–400 g at birth and measure roughly 30 cm. The newborn animals have open eyes, and soft scales with protruding hairs between them. The mother pangolin carries her young on her tail. When the mother and young are disturbed, the young pangolin is held against its mother's belly and protected by the mother's tail.
This photo, taken November 6, 2021, documents the presence of wildflowers and butterflies in late fall in the McInnis Canyons National Conservation Area in western Colorado. The most abundant flowers were on on rabbitbrush, Chrysothamnus nauseosus. I saw dozens of clouded sulphur butterflies, Colias philodice on rabbitbrush in the 3 balmy days that I was there. This photo shows the only sunflower blossom that I saw in 3 days.
For reasons that I do not understand, I was never able to get a view of the dorsal surface of the wings, so the butterflies might have been orange sulphurs, Colias erytheme.
As I was traveling to this area, I expected to see only dried flowers and no insects. What a pleasant surprise!
I thought I loved you but what I loved was how your presence made me feel. The moments when I felt worthless and yet you made me feel I was worth something. I enjoyed the attention, affection and loyalty. But most of all, I enjoyed that invisible control I realized I had over you. Maybe I did try to love you, but I just couldn't completely, there were shinier stars within my reach. The more flashy type that I preferred over you. Yet, I didn't want to let you go, I wanted to still keep you for myself but I also wanted to have the other.
Was I really so confused? Or perhaps just greedy? Of course not, I knew exactly what I wanted and I took it all...and I will still keep taking it because you allowed me to anyways.
You act like you are strong, you act like it doesn't bother you that I took in another star and still keep you close. How weird is that? But the longer I drag this little game stringing you with me through the sorrows and misery of my journey, the more I realized I am loosing that sweet control over you. Maybe I should have just chose you like I said I would always do...
It's too late now for that...
I watched you turned your head away from me, a small knowing smile forming on your lips as you told me sweetly that you knew all along about my faded lies...
P.S. Wanted to write something different for a change. Thought it would be cool to think from a different perspective...
The perspective of a narcissist. So, watch out!
Les présence de Joël Bast durant la semaine de la poésie sétoise
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During my visit at MoMa I found myself in very large spaces that impressed me much more than the museum itself.
From a wing of the building it was possible to see through small windows this flight of stairs that have become for me the real attraction of the museum.
I waited several minutes for the passage of some visitors who could give movement to the scene and suddenly there it is...
Was a priviledge as always to be in their presence.
It is imperative we preserve our old growth forests before we lose this endangered and magnificent bird forever.
They need old growth forests to support all their life stages and especially because they eat almost entirely a diet consisting of Northern Flying Squirrels.
The birds in BC are basically extirpated with a captive breeding program that was doomed to fail from the start.
WA did a better job of managing the logging of old growth forests and conserving this bird but still are battling with the increasing population of Barred Owls. Barred Owls take over the territory of Spotted Owls and push them out of an area causing them to ultimately starve and perish. We can't blame the Barred Owls as we paved their way over here. The Barred Owls have also displaced and killed off many Western Screech-Owls. In Vancouver and the Lower Mainland we no longer have Screech-Owls due to development and Barred Owls.
Seeing these owls is always a treasure but along comes with it sadness that it may be the last time I see that particular bird or even species. Each year they seem to continually decline at a rate of 7% per year and population estimates in WA are around 200 birds.
We must do all we can to prevent this owl from disappearing from the little remaining old growth forests we have left if not the forests will be a far darker place.
On a happy note seeing this species a few days ago put an end to my North American Owl Big Year. I never set out to do a big year but due to travel and circumstance I was able to see all 19 species of naturally occurring owls in NA (excluding Mexico) in 12 months.
Getting Back to the Spotted Owls it was fantastic to see them and to see a few juveniles which give us all hope for the future. These owls do not reproduce every year so to see 2 healthy, curious babies you need to be greatful. They have a long hard road ahead and I wish them all the success and luck in the world... they are going to need it.
A grave monument of 1902, now in the catacombs of the Franciscan monastery adjacent to the Igreja de S. Francisco, Porto. It is difficult not to be touched by this, though its official title is plainly along the lines of Franciscan tradition: "Charity". But it is not charity that is breaking here through your defences - it is the mother/child bond, the symbol of home (in the sense of "Heimat").