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Elk Lake, NY. The mirror-smooth surface reflects an evergreen-covered island and a densely forested shoreline. A scene of profound peace and tranquility.
Anuncia es una de las mujeres más pequeñas de mi pueblo, yo creo que la más pequeña, pero a su vez una de las de mayor corazón.
Aquí viene de su paseo diario hasta el cementerio, donde tiene enterrados a su marido y algún hijo.
While reaching the summit point to my day hike there is this plaque dedicated to a young boy who died on this spot fifty nine years ago falling to his death at Deep Rock Summit. I looked at this feeling a sense of profound melancholy for a young boy who was almost the same age as me who lost his life in a moment of carelessness. I could imagine him not falling and meeting him, talking about growing up in the sixties and reflecting on the changes of almost being seventy years on this Earth. But one careless mistake of inattention by his parents or whoever was watching him ended all that and he was denied it all.
IN MEMORIAM - MARY OLIVER. (1935-2019) In gratitude for her profound poetry and life that enhanced mine. This was the first poem I read of hers.
THE JOURNEY
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver RIP 🙏💜
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry. Richard P. Feynman
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any. Walt Whitman
Finishing our adventure and heading home, we stopped at Cameron Arizona.
Tanner's Crossing Bridge – A suspension bridge built in 1911, by the Midland Bridge Co. for the Office of Indian Affairs. The one track suspension bridge was erected over a gorge of the Little Colorado River. The bridge, which was bypassed 1959, was named after Seth Tanner, a Mormon prospector from Tuba City, Arizona. It was listed in the National Register of Historic Places on June 5, 1986, reference: #86001206.[12]
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Today three bridges cross the Little Colorado River near Cameron. The newest two spans for north- and- southbound traffic are flanked by the original 1911 crossing that today carries only an oil pipe.
As Arizona grew after becoming a state, so did the need for trappers, traders, and prospectors to cross the Little Colorado. Increasingly sophisticated bridges were constructed at the site in 1911, 1958 and 2016, which is where the Arizona Highway Department, and later ADOT, comes in.
But at the turn of the 20th century, there were no bridges.
“This was out in the middle of no-where,” said Merlin Carson, 78, an aero-space engineer turned Native American art expert who spends his days at the historic Cameron Trading Post. “There was nothing but sheep trails all over the place and a great many trading posts.”
The main way to cross the river at the edge of the Hopi and Navajo reservations was Tanner’s Crossing, named after Mormon prospector Seth Tanner from Tuba City. However, the rocky ford left much to be desired. Flooding and quicksand were unpredictable and dangerous.
BRIDGE PROJECT I
In March of 1911, Congress appropriated $90,000 for construction of a bridge built by the Midland Bridge Co. for the Office of Indian Affairs.
“At that time, there were hardly any cars,” Carson said. “It was a bridge for the Navajo people. The bridge was the earliest safe crossing of the river. It was meant for walking across with your cattle or your sheep.”
There's even a story that in 1937 a large herd of sheep crossing the bridge caused it to sway badly and nearly collapse, leading to some repairs to shore it up.
The Cameron Construction Bridge is an engineering marvel that played a large role in Arizona’s growth, according to an Arizona State Historic Preservation Office report.
According to the report, the bridge “is significant for its association with the initial growth of Arizona’s highway system as a major bridge which opened the northern portion of the state to development … A hybrid of suspension and truss forms, the bridge has engineering significance as the oldest surviving highway suspension bridge in the state and that utilized novel engineering techniques to cross the wide canyon of the Little Colorado River.”
Decades passed, technology advanced and foot traffic gave way to large vehicles. By the mid-1950s this became a problem as the old bridge was not capable of carrying heavy construction equipment needed to build the Glen Canyon Dam.
That first span doesn't carry traffic anymore, but utility lines over the Little Colorado River. While its usefulness as a traffic bridge has long ended, it continues serving Arizona faithfully.
It’s among the lures of travelers who frequent the historic Cameron Trading Post, where you might run into art expert Carson.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cameron,_Arizona
Cameron (Navajo: Naʼníʼá Hasání) is a census-designated place (CDP) in Coconino County, Arizona, United States, on the Navajo Nation. The population was 885 at the 2010 census.[3] Most of the town's economy is tourist food and craft stalls, restaurants, and other services for north–south traffic from Flagstaff and Page. There is a ranger station supplying information and hiking permits for the Navajo Nation. There is also a large craft store run by the Nation itself. It is named after Ralph H. Cameron, one of the two senators first appointed (Henry F. Ashurst being the other) to U.S. Congress for Arizona, upon its federal recognition of statehood.
Cameron is located on the Navajo Nation. Elevation is 4,216 feet (1,285 m) above sea level. It is immediately south of the Little Colorado River, just above the beginning of the Little Colorado River Gorge and the stream's descent into the Grand Canyon. Cameron lies at the intersection of US 89 and State Route 64, not far from the Desert View entrance to Grand Canyon National Park.
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The bridge formerly carried U.S. Route 89, but was replaced by a newer deck truss bridge in 1959. Built in 1911, it has an overall length of 680 feet (210 m) and a main span of 660 feet (200 m). The bridge was built by the Midland Bridge Company of Kansas City for the Office of Indian Affairs and the Indian Irrigation Service. W. H. Code of the Midland Bridge Company was the designer. The suspension design was chosen to address the steep-walled canyon at the crossing, which required a single span with no temporary falsework.[2] When built, the Cameron bridge was the longest suspension span west of the Mississippi River.[3]
The bridge towers rest on the rim of the canyon, with concrete deadmen anchoring the suspension cables some way back from the towers. The deck is stiffened by a Pratt through-truss, with a 14-foot (4.3 m) wide roadway. The bridge was built to improve access to the Navajo Nation and the Hopi Indian Reservation. Named for U.S. Senator Ralph H. Cameron, it was an important link for the construction of the Navajo Bridge on US 89 across the Colorado River in 1929. The town of Cameron grew up around the crossing, which in addition to opening up the Native American lands to the north, also provided a northern gateway to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon when the Navajo Bridge opened.[2]
The bridge was damaged by an overload of sheep in 1937, when it almost collapsed.[2] The damage was repaired and the bridge served highway traffic until 1959. It was sold to the Four Corners Pipeline Company when the new bridge opened, and carries a natural gas pipeline. The Four Corners Pipeline was eventually acquired by Questar Pipeline[4] and is now a part of the Southern Trails Pipeline.[5]
The Cameron Suspension Bridge is the oldest suspension bridge in Arizona,[2] and one of only two of that type in the state.
The Cameron Suspension bridge was added to the National Register of Historic Places on June 5, 1986.[1]
Navajo Nation 2025
Sequestered deep in the mountains, isolated from major roads and townships, there is profound mystery, history and culture to the whole Jenolan area and I love to visit when I can.
The famous caves and associated land cover 3,000 hectares situated in the Central Tablelands region, west of the Blue Mountains here in New South Wales.
At 340 million years old, the caves are the most ancient discovered open caves in the world. The word Jenolan is believed to be an indigenous word for 'high place', derived from the Tharawal word, Genowlan. Jenolan Caves are within the lands of the Burra Burra people, a clan group of the Gundugurra Nation and this is a sacred space for First Nation communities.
The peaceful Blue Lake seen here, is fed by the River Styx and Jenolan River. The intense and most beautiful colour seen from some angles comes from the refraction of light through the limestone deposits, sediment and bedrock.
There are duck-billed platypus within the vicinity, but I have not been lucky enough to see any during my visits.
Link to a further summer view: www.flickr.com/photos/112623317@N03/38747660695/in/photol...
And a winter view: www.flickr.com/photos/112623317@N03/52177449947/in/datepo...
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When it comes to wild animals, I would be lying if I said I ever had a plan when it comes to getting photographs. I don't have a blind and would never bait the animals. I never even know where they are going to be.
Serendipity rules... often I return home empty handed but other times something magical happens. On this occasion, I was just slowly cruising along a gravel road and as I crested a hill, this dark shape popped out of the bushes right on the side of the road. I probably muttered something profound to myself, like 'Holy ****, a bear!'
She was on the right shoulder of the road. I rolled down the passenger side window, grabbed my camera off the car seat, the bear popped her head out between some branches and posed and I took this shot, one handed.
Could have been a bit sharper but considering it was getting dark, I was pushing my camera to ISO 1000 and I had to reach across the truck and shoot this one handed.... well, can't complain.
(Does this color balance look ok?)
And yet that dangerous red just fascinates us. It's profoundly seductive, isn't it?
This is a macro photograph of a heating coil of an electric stove. A heating coil and a stove top should be handled with care.
Remember: red is on, skin be gone
Group note: I took this photo with the thought of measuring my subject to see how accurately I can eyeball small dimensions for macro photography. That is to say, macro photos are taking photos of things that are generally smaller than 3 inches. This group's moderator brought that up with the group last week on how some photos were just too large to be considered a macro photograph.
When I take macro photographs of money, food, flowers or parts, these generally are quite small. But I wanted to measure how well I could eyeball the largest macro.
So after taking this photo, I measured the bottom end of the bottom coil up to the left edge of the top coil. It turns out that this is 1 7/8 inches high (4.76 cm), which means my subject is just under 3 inches long (7.62 cm). According to this group, that is small enough to be generally regarded as a macro.
It turns out that my ability to eyeball it, judging the scale of smallness, has checked out reasonably well today.
An Anatolian Shepherd Dog is a rugged, imposing flock guardian of ancient lineage. Protective and territorial, but also intelligent, patient, and profoundly loyal, these muscular avengers are prized as working guard dogs without equal. The Anatolian Shepherd Dog stands between 27 and 29 inches at the shoulder and can weigh as much as 150 pounds. Profusely muscled but nimble afoot, Anatolians are more than a match for the predators and harsh terrain of their homeland. Anatolians descend from some of the oldest known domestic-canine bloodlines. This lends the breed a sense of timelessness, a no-frills, untouched quality that takes us back 6,000 years to the Bronze Age. Anatolians are smart, devoted, responsive, and adaptable. They will protect their flock, livestock, children, smaller dogs, even the family cat with intensity. Anatolian owners must be strong leaders, willing and able to handle a dog as dominating and demanding as he is calm and loving.
The dog (Canis familiaris when considered a distinct species or Canis lupus familiaris when considered a subspecies of the wolf) is a domesticated carnivore of the family Canidae. It is part of the wolf-like canids, and is the most widely abundant terrestrial carnivore. The dog and the extant gray wolf are sister taxa as modern wolves are not closely related to the wolves that were first domesticated, which implies that the direct ancestor of the dog is extinct. The dog was the first species to be domesticated, and has been selectively bred over millennia for various behaviors, sensory capabilities, and physical attributes. Their long association with humans has led dogs to be uniquely attuned to human behavior and they are able to thrive on a starch-rich diet that would be inadequate for other canids. Dogs vary widely in shape, size and colors. They perform many roles for humans, such as hunting, herding, pulling loads, protection, assisting police and military, companionship and, more recently, aiding disabled people and therapeutic roles. This influence on human society has given them the sobriquet of man's best friend. 36469
Apu Chimboya is a sacred mountain in Andean cosmogony, located in the region of the Peruvian Andes, near Abra La Raya, the natural boundary between the regions of Cusco and Puno. With an altitude of 5,489 meters above sea level, this impressive mountain is a key geographical and spiritual point in the region.
The term "Apu" comes from Quechua and means "lord" or "god," referring to the protective deities represented by the mountains. For the indigenous Andean peoples, both pre-Inca and contemporary (Quechua and Aymara), the Apus are spirits that protect communities and regulate the natural balance.
Apu Chimboya is a site of profound cultural and spiritual importance. The local communities consider it a protector and a source of ancestral wisdom. In ceremonies like the Ch'alla, offerings of coca leaves, alcohol, or seeds are made to honor the Apu and ensure its benevolence, guaranteeing abundant harvests and protection for the community.
The legends and rituals associated with Apu Chimboya continue to play a vital role in the lives of the people who inhabit this region. The mountain is seen as a living being with the power to influence daily life, providing sustenance and protection to those who show respect and reverence towards it.
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Versión en Español
Apu Chimboya es una montaña sagrada en la cosmogonía andina, ubicada en la región de los Andes peruanos, cerca del Abra La Raya, el límite natural entre las regiones de Cusco y Puno. Con una altitud de 5,489 metros sobre el nivel del mar, esta impresionante montaña es un punto geográfico y espiritual clave en la región.
El término "Apu" proviene del quechua y significa "señor" o "dios", refiriéndose a las deidades protectoras representadas por las montañas. Para los pueblos indígenas andinos, tanto preincaicos como contemporáneos (quechua y aymara), los Apus son espíritus que protegen a las comunidades y regulan el equilibrio natural.
Apu Chimboya es un sitio de profunda importancia cultural y espiritual. Las comunidades locales la consideran una protectora y una fuente de sabiduría ancestral. En ceremonias como el Ch'alla, se realizan ofrendas de hojas de coca, alcohol o semillas para honrar al Apu y asegurar su benevolencia, garantizando cosechas abundantes y protección para la comunidad.
Las leyendas y rituales asociados con Apu Chimboya continúan desempeñando un papel vital en la vida de las personas que habitan esta región. La montaña es vista como un ser vivo con el poder de influir en la vida cotidiana, proporcionando sustento y protección a quienes muestran respeto y reverencia hacia ella.
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Taken from Abra La Raya, on the border of Cusco and Puno, Peru
Explored: June 25, 2025
Fred Rogers took profound stock of his feelings to find meaning, often spiritual meaning, that he could turn into understanding, and eventually into the sort of serious focus that could yield power. It was based on a profound conviction that what’s on the surface—the everyday pain and frustration and small joys of life—is not what is essential. The essential is to be found in depth and introspection, in searching for meaning, and then finding the truth that comes from that meaning.
--The Good Neighbor, The Life and Work of Fred Rogers, by Maxwell King
Observing this ring-tailed lemur in a quiet moment of rest, I was struck by the profound intelligence and contemplative quality in its gaze. There's something deeply moving about the way lemurs observe their world - those bright, expressive eyes seem to hold ancient wisdom from the forests of Madagascar.
I chose dramatic black and white lighting to emphasize the sculptural beauty of this remarkable primate and to create an intimate connection with the viewer. The low-key approach strips away distractions, focusing entirely on the character and emotion visible in those penetrating eyes and gentle expression.
What captivated me was the very human-like quality of this moment - the way this lemur seemed lost in thought, gazing into the distance with what appeared to be quiet reflection. These critically endangered primates carry such dignity and grace, reminding us of our shared evolutionary heritage and our responsibility to protect their fragile world.
My intention was to create more than just a wildlife photograph, but rather a portrait that reveals the individual personality and emotional depth of this remarkable creature, hoping to inspire greater appreciation for these extraordinary animals and their precarious future.
From First to Last - I Once Was Lost But Now Am Profound
I'd be a lying man if I said that, "Everything was fine,"
But sometimes lying is the truth in disguise.
I've come to find my heart isn't right with my soul
Two different loves with a similar glow
I'm two steps away from my subtle smooth escape.
And opportunity is knocking on my door
I call in sick today
I regret all my mistakes
And opportunity is knocking on my door
I`m a tyrant you`re a crook
And were all just selfish for a chance at the hook
And there`s nothing in this ghost town but the cries and the souls that we've found
I'm two steps away from my subtle smooth escape.
And opportunity is knocking on my door
I call in sick to day
I regret all my mistakes
And opportunity is knocking on my door
I'm two steps away from my subtle smooth escape.
And opportunity is knocking on my door
I call in sick to day
I regret all my mistakes
And opportunity is knocking on my door
It`s not just me; it`s my whole generation,
Generation,
Generation
I`ve come to find my heart isn't right
I`ve come to find my heart isn't right with my soul.
With my soul,
With my soul,
With my soul
I'm two steps away from my subtle smooth escape.
And opportunity is knocking on my door
I call in sick to day
I regret all my mistakes
And opportunity is knocking on my door
And opportunity is knocking on my door
And opportunity is knocking on my door
* The final shot of this little series .This is a view down the imposing Rue Jeanne d’ Arc towards the Cathedral Sainte-Croix in the heart of Orleans in central France.
I have tried to give a taste of Europe in this series including shots from France, Norway, England, Spain, Italy, Macedonia,Iceland,Portugal and Croatia. I am sorry I could not include other countries but I have yet to travel to them . What I hoped to show was the variety diversity and rich history of Europe . The assertion that Europe has been turned by the EU into a monolithic super state is a lie told by people who hate the notion of countries working together .
I leave the final words to the fine British Novelist Ian McEwen who wrote a good piece in the Guardian at the beginning of February the day after we left the EU
“ Take a road trip from Greece to Sweden, from Portugal to Hungary. Leave your passport behind. What a rich, teeming bundle of civilisations – in food, manners, architecture, language, and each nation state profoundly and proudly different from its neighbours. No evidence of being under the boot-heel of Brussels. Nothing here of continental USA’s dreary commercial sameness. Summon everything you’ve learned of the ruinous, desperate state of Europe in 1945, then contemplate a stupendous economic, political and cultural achievement: peace, open borders, relative prosperity, and the encouragement of individual rights, tolerance and freedom of expression. Until Friday this was where our grown-up children went at will to live and work.”
THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH. ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED
We are experiencing such a profound change in our basic lifestyles that it's obvious we might think new technologies will eventually replace people. I don't think so. New technologies should make our lives easier, but they can't replace things as fundamental and necessary as personal contact and relationships. In this brochure, I intend to contrast these new realities. Where do you think people experience the greatest happiness? Does technology bring people closer together or does it cool their relationships?
Photograph taken during the exclusive photography masterclass with Barcelona-based photographer Joan Vendrell.
All of the photos were taken respectfully and for artistic purposes only.
If you appear in a photo and want it removed, just contact me.
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Veterans Day Tribute with profound gratitude. This was inspired by my father, a WWII Veteran.
"Honor to the soldier and sailor everywhere, who bravely bears his country's cause. Honor, also, to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field and serves, as he best can, the same cause." - Abraham Lincoln
A single atomic bomb indiscriminately killed tens of thousands of people, profoundly disrupting and altering the lives of the survivors. Through belongings left by the victims, A-Bombed artifacts, testimonies of A-bomb survivors and related materials, the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum conveys to the world the horrors and the inhumane nature of nuclear weapons and spreads the message of ‘No more Hiroshimas’.
Hiroshima, Japan
January, 2020
Macro Mondays - Orange & Blue
The color orange is often used to represent CAUTION, while the color blue is often used to represent sadness. I used an orange safety vest made of plastic mesh over a blue, textured plastic ice chest for this photo. The orange barrier seems to be warning viewers to stay away from the blue depths (profound sadness). Heed the warning and have a very Happy Macro Monday!!!
Backdated to April 1, 2017 Explore. :-( HMM
This has been a good year for our Oleander....they are so heavy with blooms we had to prop the limbs up, lol!...we have two of these and one regular deep pink.
La vie danse dans cette scène captivante, où la roche ancienne rencontre l'eau qui raconte d'innombrables histoires...It descends gracefully, landing on those sloping rocks, as if they were a work of art sculpted by nature itself. The sinuous lines on the water's surface are not merely reflections, but a unique dance of sunlight and the movement of the water, like the brushstrokes of an abstract artist, colored by the shades of the dark gray and green rocks...Remember that beauty lies in the details, in the ceaseless movement of nature. It is a profound visual journey that invites the soul to contemplate the greatness of the Creator and His incomparable creativity.
The profound historic character of the London borough of Hoxton, as with most other parts of London is being inexorably erased and replaced by ubiquitous, uber bland ' identitkit ' box-themed housing / office block constructions
If I could find assurance
To leave you behind
I know my better half would fade
And all my doubts
Is a staircase for you
Opened out of this maze
The first step is the one you believe in
The second one might be profound
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
I'll follow you down
While we're passing through space
I don't care if we fall from grace
I'll follow you down
Horses are a symbol of strength
Through hardships, they go to any length
Their resilience knows no bound
Their bravery a testament profound
In their eyes, I see a flicker of hope
A reminder that in life, we can always cope
♥
A rather profound name but that is what they call it. I believe it is part of the Louisville & Nashville Turnpike which has been replaced by US Highway 65. There is another stone bridge of about the same vintage called the Louisville and Nashville Turnpike Bridge upstream about 3/4 of a mile. It is a single arch. Upstream is Slater’s Creek. The Old Stone Bridge is located just below the confluence of Slater’s Creek and Mansker Creek. Both bridges are near the village of Goodletsville a small suburb of Nashville, Tennessee. A historical monument nearby calls this the old stage route. The monument further states that the stage line was the predominant route until the railroad was completed in 1859.
A soft focus photo of one of the earliest roses in the glasshouse. Taken with a Nikon D500, and a Lensbaby Sol45 lens. F3.5 ISO100, spot metering, 1600/1
With this photograph I tried to capture the delicate beauty of a single rose in exquisite detail. The rose is a soft, pale pink, with the colour deepening slightly towards the tightly furled center. Its petals are numerous and appear velvety, gracefully unfurling in layers to reveal the intricate spiral at the heart of the bloom.
The lighting is gentle and diffused, highlighting the subtle variations in tone across the petals and casting soft shadows that emphasise their three-dimensional form. The background is a muted, dark green and brown, which serves to isolate the rose and draw the viewer's eye entirely to its delicate form and colour. The overall effect is one of tranquility and quiet elegance, celebrating the simple yet profound beauty of nature.
Finally, I used a 1-1 crop.
one of those 'in the right place at the right time' kinda pics...not overtly, but I was just happy these guys were sitting right there, the light through the clouds and the way the tide was washing in.
cue angelic choirs or something
"Don't step on the cracks" is a common children's superstition. It originates from the saying, "Step on a crack, break your mother's back," and is a playful way to encourage kids to be mindful of their surroundings while walking. While not based on any real-world dangers, it's a fun tradition that many people remember from their childhood.
This day an age perhaps a profound warning for adults too :P
night cafe
STREET ART-AIA Challenge 2025 August
Wonderful Art !!
From the "Faith" series of renowned sculptor Anton Smith overlooking the Graff Estate Gardens and the Cape Mountains and vineyards into the distance
Anton Smit is an established South African sculptor, widely known for his overwhelming heads and monumental sculptures. His body of work comprises human figures, heads, masks, speed figures and abstracts, using mostly steel, metal, sand casting, fiberglass and also bronze. His graceful statues have been shown and sold overseas – in Singapore, New York, Amsterdam, California, Bonn, Hamburg, Greece, Dubai and Koln in Germany. Anton forms his own language through sculpture, the manifestation of his passion for expression and his profound faith.
His work aims to discover miracles and thus focuses on the interruption of regularity, on those moments that are deeply irregular, the moments that stand out. #7DWF
Forests maintain a profound significance to my emotional triggers. Not only do they remind me of exciting childhood adventures a as kid, den building with my twin brother, climbing trees and hunting dear with bows and arrows, (thankfully my optimism didn’t prevail), but they are fascinating places in their own right to clamber around in, (with or without a camera).
Now as I’ve mentioned elsewere, its challenging to make good images in forests and I don’t wish to repeat myself here, but I suspect my perseverance with the subject matter is related to something profound in me, something that catalyses more personal, deeper feelings.
Now hang on a minute, ‘don’t worry’, I do not wish to use this text as a physiological breakdown of my entire feelings around forests, (I really don’t think you would have the time or interest). But it does seem clear, to me anyway, that really good photography triggers emotions that exist in the psyche of the person viewing. They are not plucked out of thin air and cannot create an emotion that wasn’t there buried somewhere deep in the memory banks. Please don’t misunderstand me here, This doesn’t mean that you have to have seen the same kind of scene to engage with it, but that if you have experienced similar environments you’re more likely to synthesise your experiences and engage on an emotional level.
Let’s take a negative example to clarify this statement. There are many images made in some spectacularly wonderful places around the world, (Antelope Canyon in the USA springs to mind) that personally I can truly respect for their execution, appreciation of form, light, movement and composition, but leave me feeling flat, unemotional. The problem I have with them is that I struggle to engage my own feelings from personal experiences, I cannot secure any kind of synthesis to hang those feelings on. This doesn’t mean that the image is not powerful, just not to me.
On a personal note here and to give you a small incite to my own emotions about this image. It was made on a dawn walk with my son; he was in the mid distance here clambering through the undergrowth with his camera aloft, following his current twitching passion and trying to photograph an elusive tree creeper. He kept shouting back to me, “Dad, can you see it?” and “look a nest” to my reply, “just stand behind that tree for a minute!” I feel so proud that he enjoys this environment and truly hope that the experiences he had on this day (and many more like it) offer him the deep love of this environment.
'Salmon Serenity'
I'd be the first to say that there's no way Dubai could ever be described as 'serene' but incredible peace and silence is exactly what I experienced during my early morning shoot at Dubai Marina. Ramadan probably had a lot to do with it as most people wake up very late during this month and morning activities seem to be reduced to zero. The place was as quiet as a camp in the middle of the desert. Water was like an oily mirror and I could almost hear my own hearbeat. It was eerily peaceful and I believe this photograph reflects that mood rather well.
Captured with the Canon 5Ds and Canon TS-E 24mm f/3.5L II with a LEE Big Stopper (10-stop ND filter).
Image was processed with the mood, rather than realism in mind.
I used Lightroom CC 2015 which pulled an amazing amount of detail from the challenging, single-frame exposure. Although I exposed this capture for the highlights which produced almost black buildings, I still managed to recover all the details in the shadows. I still ended up with a virtually noiseless and extremely crisp picture.
Secondary grading was accomplished with Photoshop CC 2015 which I love profoundly and with a NIK Suite of plugins.
This museum has impressed me profoundly. Indira Gandhi was a daughter of Jawaharlal Nehru, the founding father of modern India, and has reached fame as a long-term prime minister who steadfastly defended her country's sovereignty and unity. What has impressed me so much was that she could easily amass great wealth and live in luxury like the absolute majority of politicians do; instead, she lived very humbly and it was very apparent that her sincere motivation in life was to selflessly serve her country and people. So few politicians share Indira Gandhi's ethics!
Этот музей поразил меня до глубины души. Индира Ганди была дочерью Джавахарлала Неру, основателя современного индийского государства, и добилась собственной славы как многолетний премьер-министр; Индира Ганди последовательно боролась за суверенитет и единство Индии. Что меня потрясло это то что на этой позиции она могла стать невероятно богатой и жить в роскоши как делает абсолютное большинство политиков, но она прожила подчёркнуто скромно и было очевидно что искренней мотивацией её жизни было самоотверженное служение своему народу и своей стране. Так мало политиков в вопросах этики похожи на Индиру Ганди!