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Bridgette Guerzon Mills | Rooted and Grounded, encaustic mixed media including live edge wood, 22 1/2 x 9 inches
Rooted down in Hampden park.
Camera - Zero Image 4x5 pinhole
Film - Fomapan 100
Exposure - 210 seconds
Video on YouTube
"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a
green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the
man of imagination, Nature is imagination itself." ~William Blake
Shot at the end of a great day waterfalling in Brecon a while back with David and Peter.
I have a mono conversion in mind for this one too.
Information, credits and another picture showing the outfit.. are on the blog post - rissasecondlife.blogspot.com/2020/06/rooted.html
The cascades have a lot of exposed roots due to run off from rain and the continuous traffic that bombards these trails. The intricacy of the roots has always amazed me, everything is connected in a forrest.
Out of ideas this evening so went for a double created on my phone. Headshot taken this evening with the Samyang. Yongnuo 560iv through socked beauty dish high on 1/4 power just clipping my face Rembrant stylee. Yongnuo 560iv full power fired at the wall behind me to blow it out and provide a little detail in the shadows.
Sent to my phone and blended with the shot from the spooky woods from last week with my mate Paul.
This is number 98 of my 366.
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I keep digging out old photos from when I was in Jacksonville in March, and they always seem to make decent photos. anyways I hope you enjoy this! model is helen jay !
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Trees often get very creative finding a way to cast permanent roots and I have been a keen observer for many years. One year, I even focused on trees along trails with my "In the Woods" series but that one ... #etbtsy
Continued on my blog: Fall Sequel to the Spring Prequel
Photographed with a 35mm Nikon N75 camera and AF Nikkor 28-105 D lens on Kodak Portra 400 film, developed in expired C-41 chemistry.
EXPLORED ON 07 JULY 2009 - # 375
We last longer when we are firmly rooted.
Have you ever thought about which living species has the longest life span. It is the trees of the world. Some of the trees are essentially hundreds of years old, and some even thousands.
Have you ever wondered whether this could be because it remains firmly rooted to the earth, and living in harmony with the environment it depends on.
All the species of life which moves live for a shorter time. While these lovely trees seem to live for ever.
Interestingly we seem to think that its a boring life for the trees. Yet it attracts so many things to it, even if it remains there. Birds come and build nests. Insects and other critters create colonies in it. Even humans come and enjoy its shade. A whole social scene seems to be happening around it.
Metaphorically, how does this translate to our human pysche? Will we live longer and more stable if we are firmly rooted to some of our values? Lets reflect.
Photograph © Kausthub Desikachar.
Photographed with Canon EOS 5D Mark II and Canon EF 24-105mm F4 IS USM L Lens with Sigma DG UV Filter. Handheld.
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Broto, Sobrarbe, Aragón, España.
Broto es un municipio de España en la provincia de Huesca, Comunidad Autónoma de Aragón. Tiene un área de 128,50 km² con una población de 531 habitantes (INE 2018) y una densidad de 4,28 hab/km².
La villa de Broto es la cabecera natural del Valle de Broto, y tradicionalmente ha sido el lugar de reunión del Conzello de Broto, una institución del valle que antiguamente hacía las veces de parlamento y diputación de todos los pueblos del mismo, donde se debían tomar todas las decisiones que implicasen a los vecinos de éste; concesiones de explotaciones forestales y agropecuarias, regulaciones económicas y arrendamientos, facerías (especialmente importantes en este lugar las que lo unían con el valle francés de Barèges), tribunal, etc. La institución todavía es funcional hoy en día, aunque en un grado mayor de como lo estaba antiguamente, hoy en día es gobernada sobre todo por los núcleos de Broto y la vecina Torla-Ordesa. Sus funciones están hoy muy menguadas respecto al grado de autonomía de que gozaba con los antiguos fueros, dado que contaba con auspicio de la casa real aragonesa, siendo por primera vez regulado su funcionamiento en el siglo XIII.
El Conzello efectuaba sus reuniones dentro del edificio de la Cárcel, que además incluye dependencias que se utilizaron hasta el siglo XVIII como prisión, y donde algunos de los reclusos realizaron grabados en las paredes, algunos de ellos con singular destreza, que se han convertido en uno más de los múltiples atractivos de la villa, siendo visitables en fechas concretas.
El núcleo de Broto se estructura en torno a la carretera nacional, llamada Avenida de Ordesa a su paso por la villa, con todos los comercios abiertos a ella. La iglesia se encuentra en la parte más elevada del pueblo, al mismo lado de la carretera que la cárcel, aunque esta segunda se encuentra más cerca del río. Por el lado sur de la carretera cabe buscar la Plaza de las Herrerías (también llamada "de la Santa Cruz" o "de los Porches") que constituye una de las visiones más hermosas de la población.
Los dos barrios que componen Broto están separados uno a cada orilla del Ara, con el barrio de la Santa Cruz en el norte, y en el sur el llamado Barrio de los Porches. Es una costumbre muy arraigada en los pueblos del Alto Aragón considerar y nombrar como barrios diferentes simples agrupaciones de casas que, como en este caso, están separadas únicamente por un curso de agua sobre el cual se levanta un puente. Antiguamente ambos barrios estaban unidos por un único puente medieval que fue desgraciadamente destruido en el transcurso de la Guerra Civil (cabe destacar la crudeza que alcanzó dicho conflicto en esta zona de Aragón, llegando a su punto cumbre con el fenómeno llamado la Bolsa de Bielsa). Hoy en día entre ambos barrios la carretera circula por un puente de hormigón.
Actualmente, puente románico sólo se conserva el que cruza por encima del río Sorrosal junto a la llamada Cascada del Sorrosal, un salto de agua que se precipita de una pared de roca hasta caer por debajo de la villa de Broto. El puente del Sorrosal está hoy en día cerrado al tránsito de personas que tienen que pasar por un puente paralelo habilitado a pocos metros y que, así mismo, conduce al vecino lugar de Oto.
Broto is a municipality of Spain in the province of Huesca, Autonomous Community of Aragon. It has an area of 128.50 km² with a population of 531 inhabitants (INE 2018) and a density of 4.28 inhabitants / km².
The town of Broto is the natural head of the Broto Valley, and traditionally it has been the meeting place of the Conzello de Broto, an institution of the valley that formerly served as parliament and deputation of all the towns of the same, where they had to take all decisions involving its neighbors; forest and agricultural exploitation concessions, economic regulations and leases, faceries (especially important in this place those that linked it with the French valley of Barèges), court, etc. The institution is still functional today, although to a greater degree than it was in the past, today it is governed mainly by the towns of Broto and neighboring Torla-Ordesa. Today its functions are greatly diminished with respect to the degree of autonomy it enjoyed with the old fueros, since it was sponsored by the Aragonese royal house, its operation being regulated for the first time in the 13th century.
The Conzello held its meetings inside the Prison building, which also includes rooms that were used as a prison until the 18th century, and where some of the inmates made engravings on the walls, some of them with singular skill, which have become one more of the multiple attractions of the town, being visited on specific dates.
The nucleus of Broto is structured around the national highway, called Avenida de Ordesa as it passes through the town, with all the shops open to it. The church is located in the highest part of town, on the same side of the road as the jail, although the latter is closer to the river. On the south side of the road, you can look for the Plaza de las Herrerías (also called "de la Santa Cruz" or "de los Porches") which constitutes one of the most beautiful views of the town.
The two neighborhoods that make up Broto are separated, one on each bank of the Ara, with the Santa Cruz neighborhood in the north and the so-called Barrio de los Porches in the south. It is a deeply rooted custom in the towns of Alto Aragón to consider and name as different neighborhoods simple groupings of houses that, as in this case, are separated only by a watercourse over which a bridge rises. Formerly both neighborhoods were linked by a single medieval bridge that was unfortunately destroyed in the course of the Civil War (it is worth noting the harshness that this conflict reached in this area of Aragon, reaching its peak with the phenomenon called the Bielsa Stock Exchange) . Today between the two neighborhoods the road runs over a concrete bridge.
Currently, the only surviving Romanesque bridge is the one that crosses over the river Sorrosal next to the so-called Cascada del Sorrosal, a waterfall that falls from a rock wall until it falls below the town of Broto. The Sorrosal bridge is nowadays closed to the transit of people who have to go through a parallel bridge enabled a few meters away and that, likewise, leads to the neighboring place of Oto.
Just mucking around.
I've always wondered what rootedness must be like for our vegetative friends. Imagine, not being able to escape the elements. Or animals. Or insects. Things chewing on you... peeing on you... pausing on you... hollowing out parts of you and raising their families there...
Um... whenever I post something like this, I think of R Crumb. Or... more to the point, his older brother, who was also an artist. He died fairly young, and left behind a series of books, in which he'd done his drawings through the years. Looking back, you could clearly see the reflection of his burgeoning mental illness. I saw a similar series of images recently... paintings by... hmmm, Monet? Tracking the degeneration of his eyesight.
Um... yeah. So I sometimes wonder if I'm tracking my own mental decline here on Flickr... my own downward spiral into ever-weirder levels of weirdness...
Good thing that stuff is only visible in hindsight, after someone's dead and gone. (Although, I have been reading about the brain damage caused by migraines... and how it's cumulative... and how, over a lifetime, a migraineur's cognitive abilities are seriously eroded... )
That intense connectedness you feel with trees. The roots that blending modes the best was fan coral augmented with hand done lines.
Bodichon, a cousin of Florence Nightengale and close friend of George Elliot, was an educational pioneer and campaigner for women’s rights. Her art was rooted in the English watercolour tradition and the Barbizon School’s plein-air philosophy. Algeria was her second home, and more than half her work featured subjects such as this one. Bodichon vividly conveyed her enchantment with the Algerian countryside in this graceful, windswept panorama, The composition is both subtle and grandiose, its scale pushing the watercolour medium to its expressive limit.
Recently gifted to the National Gallery of Canada by the Dennis T. Lanigan Collection, Algerian Landscape, with the Atlas Mountains in the Distance vividly conveys Bodichon’s exultation in her surroundings. With its graceful, wind-swept sky and panoramic view of the rugged countryside, it features an astounding variety of trees and foliage. A lone goat herder sits in the foreground, seemingly at one with the infinite grandeur before him – not a master of the landscape, but simply of it. Captured in a complex array of purples and blues and enveloped in a soft, silver-grey glow, the composition is both subtle and grandiose, its large scale pushing the medium of watercolour to its expressive limit.
While Bodichon’s art has received scant attention to date compared to her social work, existing readings are mixed, ranging from denouncing her landscapes as imperialist – “pictorializing” the “oriental” for the consumption of Western purchasers – to endorsing them as reflections of her desire to empower the “other,” grounded in her own unique experience negotiating British societal proscriptions as a child born into illegitimacy. While one cannot deny that she was the product of her cultural environment and the nationalistic, imperialistic attitudes that this entailed, at the same time her Algerian landscapes seem above all to sing her passion for her craft, her love of Nature, and her joy in the freedom to explore them both.
Great scene spotted on a night out with Phill at a great location in Dorset. With Phill being a lot more agile, possibly from the consumption of artisan spiced beef jerky, we let him light the scene with the Back Light Scanner. It was his chance to prove that he possessed the re-imaginon and was worthy of becoming the third member of LACE. But the task had only just begun.
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Only a few weeks ago, but Autumn feels like forever ago.
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Rooted
Camera - Zero Image 4x5 pinhole
Film - Fomapan 💯
Exposure - 3 minutes 30 seconds
Video on YouTube - youtu.be/fRUWM-iuJZM