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We no longer have chickens due to recurring visits from stone martens, but now I have some plants and plant waste there again, where these springtails now feel at home.
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'Mirrored Years' was a major exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney in 2019 from internationally renowned Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama (born 1929).
The exhibition juxtaposed seminal works from the 1960s with more recent installations - films, paintings, floor pieces and silkscreen prints on canvas. Also included were major new works.
I have read that Kusama describes herself as an ‘obsessive artist’. Her work is intensely sensual, infused with autobiographical, psychological and sexual content.
I learned that she has had visual and auditory hallucinations since she was 10 years old and instinctively began transforming those experiences into art. Pumpkins are one of the most recognisable recurring motifs throughout her career, relating to the fact that her father was a seed merchant.
Highlighted here is a section of her 'Infinity Room' measuring 7m x 7m. Every surface is bright yellow and covered with black dots. The multitude of mirrors creates a participatory experience by casting the visitor as the subject of the work.
And thanks to the mirrored box at the centre of the space, which reflects yet more dots - one is confronted with - and cannot escape - one's own image at the very centre of this alternate universe.
I found the exhibition to be a simultaneously stimulating, confronting, exciting and disorientating experience.
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Recurring Delight Bearded Iris
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Subgenus:Iris subg. Iris
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Iris croatica
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Colorado Springs, CO
Once again Bryn Oh has built us an amazing, immersive, gorgeous, poetic and melancholy story. Many of her recurring characters are in it, but it focuses on Imogen. As with any Bryn Oh piece, you need to explore, and I’m not sure she has ever made us ‘work’ as hard for the story as this time, but her use of video game elements adds to the immersion. Her use of lighting (see www.flickr.com/photos/198694877@N02/53847928639/in/datepo...) remains amazing. The playful first room is only the beginning of a sprawling installation, and there is only one way through it to the end.
Go! Enjoy!
Fallen pine, its needles in simultaneous stages of life / dying / death. From its decomposition will come new life - which felt like a recurring theme out here amongst the granite starkness of the Cathedral Range. "Something lives, something dies." It's beautiful to be in the cycle.
. . hocus pocus, Focus; the well known Dutch band of the 70's.
Another from the Thailand International Balloon Festival last month.
The weekend begins here (at least for me) - have a great one!
For the Saturday Self Challenge repetition and patterns .
A contrived shot showing how certain patterns occur in nature repeating themselves within one particular plant and then in other species as well . All the plants are in a sink in the garden or my greenhouse . Laying out the recurring rosettes around the outside was a sheer fluke - first estimate as to what size to make the border had the squares fit exactly along the top and down the side and then bonus the five shots repeated themselves so that each one appears the same number of times - all hit in one go with no adjustments !
*surrounded by creatures known so well from past and recurring nightmares. from a new set of "healing through art"
Glitzy urban renewal has been a recurring theme in China over the past decade or two.
High above one such example in Fuxin, a seemingly out of place SY 1818 finishes dumping its spoil hoppers on the evening of 10 Jan 2016. Looking somewhat dated perched up above the modern city, the loco was actually built in 1985, while the last few members of the SY class were assembled in 1999.
I took a number of pictures from here with more and less flash that I've looked at since and might post later, but for now I'm going to stick with this one edited on the night!
Blick vom Villenweg auf den Althammerhof, den ich am Meisten für seine exzellenten Schafprodukte schätze. Aber auch seine Lage auf der Sonnenseite des Kreuzbergs und die Qualität seiner sonstigen trink- und ess-baren Produkte machen mich zu einem dankbaren Besucher seiner Heurigen-Tage.
View from the lane Villenweg to the farm Althammerhof, which I appreciate most for its excellent sheep products. But also its location on the sunny side of the mountain Kreuzberg and the quality of its other drinkable and edible products make me a grateful visitor to its recurring Heurigen days, when the farm operates as a tavern.
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Seven is an important. and recurring number in the Bible, culminating in the book of Revelation and its seven letters to seven churches. These seven fuel tanks at the Viva petroleum depot at Pinkenba in Brisbane reminded me of those seven bright shining churches. Odd what occasionally gives one a tap on the shoulder.
This one is for Sliders on Sunday and very appropriate at that!
Several of my recurring subjects here, but the light show through the clouds was pretty inspirational.
The East India Company (EIC), also known as the Honourable East India Company (HEIC), East India Trading Company (EITC), the English East India Company or the British East India Company, and informally known as John Company,[2] Company Bahadur,[3] or simply The Company, was an English and later British joint-stock company.[4] It was formed to trade in the Indian Ocean region, initially with the East Indies (India and South East Asia), and later with Qing China. The company ended up seizing control of large parts of the Indian subcontinent, colonised parts of Southeast Asia and Hong Kong after the First Opium War, and maintained trading posts and colonies in the Middle Eastern Gulf called Persian Gulf Residencies.[5]
Originally chartered as the "Governor and Company of Merchants of London Trading into the East-Indies",[6][7] the company rose to account for half of the world's trade,[8] particularly in basic commodities including cotton, silk, indigo dye, salt, spices, saltpetre, tea, and opium. The company also ruled the beginnings of the British Empire in India.[8][9] In his speech to the House of Commons in July 1833, Lord Macaulay explained that since the beginning, the East India Company had always been involved in both trade and politics, just as its French and Dutch counterparts had been.[10]
The company received a Royal Charter from Queen Elizabeth I on 31 December 1600, coming relatively late to trade in the Indies. Before them the Portuguese Estado da Índia had traded there for much of the 16th century and the first of half a dozen Dutch Companies sailed to trade there from 1595. These Dutch companies amalgamated in March 1602 into the Dutch East India Company (VOC), which introduced the first permanent joint stock from 1612 (meaning investment into shares did not need to be returned, but could be traded on a stock exchange). By contrast, wealthy merchants and aristocrats owned the EIC's shares.[11] Initially the government owned no shares and had only indirect control until 1657 when permanent joint stock was established.[12]
During its first century of operation, the focus of the company was trade, not the building of an empire in India. Following the First Anglo-Mughal War,[13] the company interests turned from trade to territory during the 18th century as the Mughal Empire declined in power and the East India Company struggled with its French counterpart, the French East India Company (Compagnie française des Indes orientales) during the Carnatic Wars of the 1740s and 1750s in southern India. The battles of Plassey and Buxar, in which the company defeated the Nawabs of Bengal, left the company in control of the proto-industrialised Mughal Bengal with the right to collect revenue, in Bengal and Bihar,[14][15] and a major military and political power in India. In the following decades it gradually increased the extent of the territories under its control, controlling the majority of the Indian subcontinent either directly or indirectly via local puppet rulers under the threat of force by its Presidency armies, much of which were composed of native Indian sepoys. The company invaded the Dutch island of Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) in 1795.[16]
By 1803, at the height of its rule in India, the East India company had a private army of about 260,000—twice the size of the British Army, with Indian revenues of £13,464,561 (equivalent to £229.9 million in 2019) and expenses of £14,017,473 (equivalent to £239.3 million in 2019).[17][18] The company eventually came to rule large areas of India with its private armies, exercising military power and seizing administrative functions.[19] Company rule in India effectively began in 1757 and lasted until 1858, when, following the Indian Rebellion of 1857, the Government of India Act 1858 led to the British Crown's assuming direct control of the Indian subcontinent in the form of the new British Raj.
The company's army played a notorious role in the unsuccessful Indian Uprising (also called the Indian Mutiny) of 1857–58, in which Indian soldiers in the company's employ led an armed revolt against their British officers that quickly gained popular support as a war for Indian independence.[20] During more than a year of fighting, both sides committed atrocities, including massacres of civilians, though the company's reprisals ultimately far outweighed the violence of the rebels. The rebellion brought about the effective abolition of the East India Company in 1858.[20]
Despite frequent government intervention, the company had recurring problems with its finances. It was dissolved in 1874 as a result of the East India Stock Dividend Redemption Act passed one year earlier, as the Government of India Act had by then rendered it vestigial, powerless, and obsolete. The official government machinery of British India assumed the East India Company's governmental functions and absorbed its navy and its armies in 1858.. wikipedia
Full moon names date back to Native Americans living in what is now the northern and eastern United States. Those tribes kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred.
There were some variations in the moon names, but, in general, the same ones were current throughout the Algonquin tribes from New England on west to Lake Superior.
November was named Full Beaver Moon, since now it is time to set beaver traps before the swamps freeze to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. Another interpretation suggests that the name Beaver Moon come from the fact that the beavers are now active in their preparation for winter. This is also called the Frosty Moon.
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Note: It is not a Blue moon this month, but with the setting I had,
this is the color my camera registered for the moon as a thin layer
of clouds kept drifting by, so I used it as a base color.
Also I took the shot after midnight into December 1st... but the full moon did occur on Monday the 30th, and it rained all day...
I needed to wait for the clouds to break, which they finally did.
one of the most treacherous beaches around here, very beautiful, moody and picturesque... lots of recurring rip tides and it's a tiny crescent like beach... I love this place, have to go there again and get some decent pictures in RAW. This one was shot a year ago in jpeg format.
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When I have too much stress I have a recurring dream. I am back in Graduate School and already have a job lined up for after graduation. It is the night before a final which it an essay final on a book I haven't read. My entire grade in this class rides on that exam and the realization that there is no way for me to pass sets in. I usually wake up before the exam starts.
Ayres Hall, University of Tennessee
One of the oldest buildings on campus. Currently going through renovations, including adding a clock to the tower.
Excerpt from www.oakvillegalleries.com/exhibitions/details/228/Sascha-...:
Sascha Braunig's paintings and drawings are exercises in colour, form, and illusion. Citing an artistic lineage that stretches from the Pictures Generation through to the Chicago Imagists and horror-movie practical effects, her sometimes barbed, tubular, netted, or neon-lit forms speak of many of the tensions of the current moment, such as being a subject within the grid of digital or gender systems.
In this exhibition, which stretches over both Oakville Galleries sites, the Canada-born, US-based artist brings together new and recent works that are based on the compositional motif of figures engaged in conflict with a dress-like structure. These works use material qualities to analogize an immaterial idea: the feeling of struggling with a system more powerful than you, in which you are also deeply entangled.
Braunig builds and uses three-dimensional models as visual aids in the making of her work, some of which are included in the exhibition. Because of this observational painting practice, she sees her work as being linked to the academic nineteenth-century painter's use of the “lay figure," a jointed doll, not quite to-scale, that artists used as a stand-in for a live model in the studio. The exhibition's title, Lay Figure, refers to this historical practice, but Braunig extends its meaning to the schematic wiry figure that recurs in her recent work. Here she imagines the lay figure coming into a life of its own, squirming to free itself from rigid systems and resisting its status as the inanimate muse in patriarchal painting's history.
A week in Northumberland with the intention of going over to the Farne Islands for the Puffins. Unfortunately this never materialised due to a recurring knee problem.
In 1945, the Russian army entered Poland via Ukraine and liberated the country from Nazi occupation. They then proceeded to consolidate their overreach in a nascent 'Soviet Union'. History occasionally recurs, and if nothing else, the anxiety that accompanies winds of looming war can repeatedly rear its ugly head. So, I wonder what that child, now 33 years old, is thinking today….. This was my father's childhood home.
*Photo snapped in July, 1996.
"This picture, like many of her photographs, is front on. There’s no artifice, just a momentary exchange with the woman sitting. Historical yet timeless, this woman is every woman."
Charles Traub
"The close-up shots, the recurring use of the flash, the exasperated contrasts are the expedients that the author resorts to in order to accentuate the imperfections of the bodies and the coarse gestures of her subjects, transformed into the characters of a sneering human comedy"
Found out it's not so easy to get good light in combination with mirror reflections here. I got both but not at the same time. Here the wind was quite strong, so I put on my Big Stopper to smooth out the water. Another recurring theme through out my summer travels here was the lack of quiet, uninterrupted shooting. There were always people waltzing into your frame accidentally on purpose. So after a while you just give up to try and find ideal composition. Instead you put all your efforts into trying to avoid photobombs. So here again two kids ran through the scene but because of the long exposure it wasn't a problem.
Recurring theme for me. When I want to take a picture of something there always seems to be some scaffolding to liven up the scene..
Anyway, a unique take on this well known vista :-)
In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below...
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields...
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields...
Videos related to the writing of the poem
www.histori.ca/minutes/minute.do?id=10200
www.dailymotion.com/video/x4kod9_john-mccrae-flanders-fie...
Armistice Day occurs next Tuesday… “at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month”. My father's brother, John Barber, died in 1917 when a stove exploded in a Belgian army camp. My mother’s brother, Bill Watson, was killed on July 23, 1944, when the Wellington Mk X bomber in which he was navigator ditched into the Irish Sea while on a training mission. All on board were killed.
I decided it would be fitting to travel the short distance to Guelph, Ontario, to visit the birthplace of Lt. Col. John McCrae, who penned “In Flanders Fields” on a piece of paper held tightly to the back of his friend, Colonel Lawrence Cosgrave while they were in the trenches during a lull in the bombings on May 3, 1915. McCrae had witnessed the death of his friend, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, the day before. The poem was first published on December 8, 1915 in Punch magazine, London.
The light wasn’t the best for my photoshoot, since the front of the house receives very little sunlight at any point during the day. Did my best. Someday I'll redo it when the skies are overcast.
Over the next week, I will be posting images taken during the visit. I will also be posting pictures of Uncle Bill and Uncle John, as well as of Bill’s flight crew. I will tell as much of their stories as I know.
From my set entitled “John McCrae Birthplace” (under preparation)
www.flickr.com/photos/21861018@N00/sets/72157608733775580/
In my collection entitled “Places”
www.flickr.com/photos/21861018@N00/collections/7215760074...
In my photostream
www.flickr.com/photos/21861018@N00/
Reproduced from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_McCrae
Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I and a surgeon during the battle of Ypres. He is best known for writing the famous war memorial poem In Flanders Fields.
McCrae was born in McCrae House in Guelph, Ontario, the grandson of Scottish immigrants. He attended the Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute. John became a member of the Guelph militia regiment.
McCrae worked on his BA at the University of Toronto from 1892-3. He took a year off his studies at the University of Toronto due to recurring problems with asthma.
He was a member of the Toronto militia, The Queen's Own Rifles of Canada while studying at the University of Toronto, during which time he was promoted to Captain and commanded the company.
Among his papers in the John McCrae House in Guelph, Ontario is a letter John McCrae wrote on July 18, 1893 to Laura Kains while he trained as an artilleryman at the Royal Military College of Canada in Kingston, Ontario. "...I have a manservant .. Quite a nobby place it is, in fact .. My windows look right out across the bay, and are just near the water’s edge; there is a good deal of shipping at present in the port; and the river looks very pretty.’ [1]
He was a resident master in English and Mathematics in 1894 at the OAC in Guelph, Ontario. [2]
He returned to the University of Toronto and completed his B.A. McCrae later studied medicine on a scholarship at the University of Toronto. While attending the university he joined the Zeta Psi Fraternity (Theta Xi chapter; class of 1894) and published his first poems.
He completed a medical residency at the Garrett Hospital, a Maryland children's convalescent home. [2]
In 1902, he was appointed resident pathologist at Montreal General Hospital and later also became assistant pathologist to the Royal Victoria Hospital Montreal. In 1904, he was appointed an associate in medicine at the Royal Victoria Hospital. Later that year, he went to England where he studied for several months and became a member of the Royal College of Physicians.
In 1905, he set up his own practice although he continued to work and lecture at several hospitals. He was appointed pathologist to the Montreal Foundling and Baby Hospital in 1905. In 1908, he was appointed physician to the Royal Alexandra Hospital for Infectious Diseases.
In 1910, he accompanied Lord Grey, the Governor General of Canada, on a canoe trip to Hudson Bay to serve as expedition physician .
McCrae served in the artillery during the Second Boer War, and upon his return was appointed professor of pathology at the University of Vermont, where he taught until 1911 (although he also taught at McGill University in Montreal, Quebec)
When the United Kingdom declared war on Germany at the start of World War I, Canada, as a Dominion within the British Empire, declared war as well. McCrae was appointed as a field surgeon in the Canadian artillery and was in charge of a field hospital during the Second Battle of Ypres in 1915. McCrae's friend and former student, Lt. Alexis Helmer, was killed in the battle, and his burial inspired the poem, In Flanders Fields, which was written on May 3, 1915 and first published in Punch Magazine, London.
From June 1, 1915 McCrae was ordered away from the artillery to set up No. 3 Canadian General Hospital at Dannes-Camiers near Boulogne-sur-Mer, northern France. C.L.C. Allinson reported that McCrae "most unmilitarily told [me] what he thought of being transferred to the medicals and being pulled away from his beloved guns. His last words to me were: 'Allinson, all the goddam doctors in the world will not win this bloody war: what we need is more and more fighting men.'"[3]
'In Flanders Fields' appeared anonymously in Punch on December 8, 1915, but in the index to that year McCrae was named as the author. The verses swiftly became one of the most popular poems of the war, used in countless fund-raising campaigns and frequently translated (a Latin version begins In agro belgico...). 'In Flanders Fields' was also extensively printed in the United States, which was contemplating joining the war, alongside a 'reply' by R. W. Lillard, ("...Fear not that you have died for naught, / The torch ye threw to us we caught...").
For eight months the hospital operated in Durbar tents (donated by the Begum of Bhopal and shipped from India), but after suffering storms, floods and frosts it was moved up to Boulogne-sur-Mer into the old Jesuit College in February 1916.
McCrae, now "a household name, albeit a frequently misspelt one",[4] regarded his sudden fame with some amusement, wishing that "they would get to printing 'In F.F.' correctly: it never is nowadays"; but (writes his biographer) "he was satisfied if the poem enabled men to see where their duty lay."[5]
On January 28, 1918, while still commanding No 3 Canadian General Hospital (McGill) at Boulogne, McCrae died of pneumonia. He was buried with full honours[6] in the Commonwealth War Graves Commission section of Wimereux Cemetery, just a couple of kilometres up the coast from Boulogne. McCrae's horse, "Bonfire", led the procession, his master's riding boots reversed in the stirrups. McCrae's gravestone is placed flat, as are all the others, because of the sandy soil.
McCrae was the co-author, with J. G. Adami, of a medical textbook, A Text-Book of Pathology for Students of Medicine (1912; 2nd ed., 1914). He was the brother of Dr. Thomas McCrae, professor of medicine at John Hopkins Medical School in Baltimore and close associate of Sir William Osler.
McCrae was the great uncle of former Alberta MP David Kilgour and of Kilgour's sister Geills Turner, who married former Canadian Prime Minister John Napier Turner.
Several institutions have been named in McCrae's honour, including John McCrae Public School (part of the York Region District School Board in the Toronto suburb of Markham, Ontario), John McCrae Public School (in Guelph, Ontario), John McCrae Senior Public School (in Scarborough, Ontario) and John McCrae Secondary School (part of the Ottawa-Carleton District School Board in the Ottawa suburb of Barrhaven). The current Canadian War Museum has a gallery for special exhibits, called the The Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae Gallery. Guelph is home to McCrae House, a museum created in his birthplace.
The Cloth Hall of the city of Ieper (Ypres in English} in Belgium has a permanent war remembrance[8] called the In Flanders Fields Museum, named after the poem.
There are also a photograph and short biographical memorial to McCrae in the St George Memorial Church in Ypres.
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Lambrate is a quite important suburban Milan district. Its bus & train station is a crowded melting pot. In this long exposition shot I tried to convey the concept of everyday recurring journey. Exporing urban districts is my new project! Follow me for more, also at: ift.tt/1FRhs1o
Victoria has experienced a once in 50 years flood for the last few weeks. Banksia Park Cherry Grove, essentially a stone's throw distance from Yarra River, has been inundated by flood water. Access has been blocked off for 3 days.
The blossoming trees are Shogetsu. This was taken after the first flood. Another major flood recurred 2 weeks after this. Fingers crossed that the cherry trees can survive this severe test.
The weather was quite unstable, this was one the few moments when shifting clouds produced dramatic effects on this collection of 7 or 8 original 40 year old trees.
Leica M3, Summaron 2.8/35 (goggles), ADOX Silvermax 100, Epson V600, Affinity Photo
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The Chinese character for "decay" represents three (many) worms and a bowl. Decay is then represented by a bowl of food where worms are feeding.
What I find interesting is that, in the I Ching (The Book of Changes -- one of the pillars of Eastern thought) does not talk about decay itself but "Work on what has been spoiled".
It refers "Decay has come about because the gentle indifference of the lower trigram has come together with the rigid inertia of the upper, and the result is stagnation", what brings to mind the Trump presidency. And the I Ching continues: Since this implies guilt, the conditions embody a demand for removal of the cause. Hence the meaning of the hexagram is not simply "what has been spoiled" but "work on what has been spoiled". And this brings to mind the recent election for the President of the USA.
In short, decay is a condition like any other, and the important thing is to work to correct what brought it about.
The question, O me! so sad, recurring — why do we just leave it be in Portugal?
The blizzard of Oz...
In the neighborhood. Tokyo, Japan. © Michele Marcolin, 2022. K1ii + smc Pentax 50mm f1.2
Yesterday we had this one-day of snow. Mostly blandly falling during the day, but in the evening it turned into a small scale blizzard. Every year we can 'enjoy' these snowfalls in Tokyo for a couple of times. Sometimes the snow piles up for a couple of days, driving insane and desperate lazy and repeater Tokyoite, while offering precious photographic moments of their total inability of coping with these recurring phenomenon. But this time it did not stay: the following morning it looked like a sunny spring day after a light rain. lol
A picture for my recurring "Spring Music" theme. Macro Mondays has a 'party' theme today, but this is more solemn.
Toy Project Day 3147
El govern rus ha emprès un atac militar a gran escala contra l'estat sobirà d'Ucraïna. Condemno i rebutjo fermament el recurs a l'agressió militar com a instrument per dirimir disputes territorials, que és contrari al Dret internacional i als drets humans, i manifesto la necessitat d'abordar i resoldre els problemes polítics des de la política i des de la democràcia i el respecte als pobles i les minories.
El poble d'Ucraïna s'enfronta a un patiment inimaginable. La violència està augmentant, amb devastadores pèrdues de vides.
És clau garantir que les persones que fugen del conflicte trobin un refugi segur.
Composició gràfica de la bandera de Ucraïna sobre les dunes del desert del Sàhara.
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UKRAINE
The Russian government has launched a large-scale military attack on the sovereign state of Ukraine. I strongly condemn and reject the use of military aggression as an instrument for resolving territorial disputes, which is contrary to international law and human rights, and I express the need to address and resolve political problems from a political and democracy and respect for peoples and minorities.
The people of Ukraine are facing unimaginable suffering. Violence is on the rise, with devastating casualties.
It is key to ensure that people fleeing the conflict find a safe haven.
Graphic composition of the Ukrainian flag on the dunes of the Sahara desert.
I'm an avid listener of two relatively new landscape photography podcasts, namely "The Landscape Photography Podcast:" hosted by Nick Page and "F Stop Collaborate And Listen" hosted by Matt Payne. One of their recurring topics has been the outright disdain in the professional landscape photography community for posting shots that aren't completely original. I was re-listening to an episode today where Nick was actually on Matt's podcast and Nick compared taking a shot of a well known location to collecting baseball cards. Other similar derisive terms that have been used are "stamp collecting" and "trophy hunting."
These terms....and the attitude behind them, are disappointing to me. I think Nick's inference in this particular episode was that you really couldn't take pride in a shot unless it was completely original, i.e. you came upon that location and that composition completely on your own.
Leaving "pride" aside for the moment, I'd like to share with you a shot that represents one of the best mornings I have ever experienced. It was back in the Autumn of 2014 and I was still getting my legs under me as a landscape photographer. Several of my buddies and I set off for Glacier National Park with a very limited amount of time to shoot in either side of the park. We scouted our butts off for weeks and from the shots that we were inspired by, we came up with a series of potential locations using google earth.
On this particular morning I was up at 4:30 AM. I didn't sleep well that night because the Many Glacier Hotel kept bouncing around in the howling wind. In spite of the wind and the rain that began as soon as we stepped outside, we scrambled up a nearby hillside as we knew one of our potential shots overlooked the Swift Current creek with a view of the sky to the East. We had our fingers crossed for a decent sunrise.
The weather, on that particular morning, did not disappoint. As the sun blazed through the clouds and lit up the valley before us....as the wind howled and the rain pelted down....as we kept looking over our shoulders for the bears that had been spotted in this area....I had never felt more alive in my entire life.
THIS particular shot was not about collecting stamps...or baseball cards...or whatever term the elite professional photographers are using today to belittle such efforts. It was about simultaneously capturing a moment and living that moment at the same time. Even if I had no camera with me at the time, I would have been frozen in my tracks as the sheer beauty of that morning exploded around me. But I'm a photographer. Like I'm not going to shoot that?
Yes...by the time my buddies and I scrambled up that mountainside, this shot had already become rather iconic. (i.e.Ryan Dyar, Miles Morgan, Ryan Engstrom, Willie Huang, etc.) But for some reason...that didn't bother me then, and it sure doesn't bother me now. Since that morning I have taken dozens of shots that I have felt were more original, some at well known locations and many others that are more obscure. But I can guarantee you that won't be my last trip to Glacier...or Yosemite...or several other locations that photographers like Alex Noriega have crossed off their list and presumably will never return to. I'm currently averaging about 5 trips a year to Yosemite and I have barely scratched the surface of that incredible park. In spite of some of the hard to reach locations that I have shot from while I have been there, I will be the first to slam on my brakes if I come through that tunnel and the light is exploding. I will happily continue to shoot from locations like the tunnel, or the Horseshoe outside of Page, or this incredible view above the Swiftwater Creek in Glacier and I couldn't possibly care less about the opinions of other photographers when I shoot there. At the same time, my curiosity has taken me to several spots in the Eastern Sierras recently that are still pretty much unknown to our landscape photography community. I'm continuing to look for new locations, but I refuse to refrain from shooting a particular location simply because two hundred other photographers got there right before me.
My current mantra is, and will remain... shoot what speaks to you. As David Soldano so eloquently pointed out to Matt a few weeks ago, we run the risk of letting others steal the JOY of photography away from us when we care more about their opinions and approval than shooting what we are compelled to shoot. God knows I'm not Alex...or Matt...or Nick. I'm a full time college professor who mainly shoots on weekends who is already looking forward to his next trip to Glacier. When I arrive, this hillside might just be one of my first stops.
Once again Bryn Oh has built us an amazing, immersive, gorgeous, poetic and melancholy story. Many of her recurring characters are in it, but it focuses on Imogen. As with any Bryn Oh piece, you need to explore, and I’m not sure she has ever made us ‘work’ as hard for the story as this time, but her use of video game elements adds to the immersion. Her use of lighting (see www.flickr.com/photos/198694877@N02/53847928639/in/datepo...) remains amazing. The playful first room is only the beginning of a sprawling installation, and there is only one way through it to the end. Go! Enjoy!
The night covers the filth of the big city.
The hectic of the day falls off.
Slowly, the empty train meanders through the darkness.
The recurring monotonous rattling of the wheels on the rails fades away in the distance
and the pictures of the day blur.....
The city life never stops...just slows down and then jumps up again
Something that most people don't know about me (though some of you may have guessed)... is that I suffer from a mild form of OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder).
Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) is an anxiety disorder in which people have recurring, unwanted thoughts, ideas or sensations (obsessions)... that make them feel driven to do something repetitively (compulsions).
Over time I have learned to control most of the negative aspects of this disorder... while at the same time embracing all the positive aspects! And what might those be I hear you asking?
For instance... there was once a time when I was completely obsessed with the idea of capturing the most amazing photo of Table Mountain that has ever been captured by anyone!
I don't think I ever managed to achieve that goal... but I did have a lot of fun trying. :)
Now I'm obsessed about taking the best Knysna Forest photo that has ever been taken.
Hah hah... being stuck here at home isn't helping me deal with this obsession at all. ;)
A mais de Cem anos vigiando quem passa aos seus Pés.
Leão na Entrada do Antigo Pavilhão dos Estados na Exposição Nacional de 1908, hoje pertence a Cia Nacional de Recursos Minerais.
Uma exposição que o Brasil e o povo Carioca esqueceu, apenas este predio e a o pavilhão de Minas Gerais resistiram ao tempo, sendo que o Pavilhao de Minas, hoje escola Minas Gerais completamente modificada do progeto original.
querendo ver mais fotos desta grande exposicao clique aqui
no meu antigo flickr, ai tem varias fotos deste e dos outros pavilhões.
Foto: Leão em Vigilancia - Urca - Rio de Janeiro - Brasil
Retiro Espirituoso de Carnaval do Grupo FriendS
One of my few photos from Vourvourou in Greece - we were there to relax, not so much for photography...
But the morning on the day of our departure brought us an amazing sunrise - the weather was really clear after the hefty thunderstorm the night before.
The mountains under the orange strip, are on the Athos peninsula, about 25km away from Sithonia, where this was taken. All the days before we had 40°C and the visibility was very bad.
Technique/Processing
Two shots in landscape format, both handheld at 1/15s @ ISO 1600, stitched together in Photoshop. After the stitching i added a layer with a grey (70% opacity) gradient in soft light blending mode to make the clouds darker.
Finally i applied a bit of Darken/Lighten Center from Color Efex, to accentuate the pier more.
Info
Chalkidiki, also Halkidiki or Chalcidice, less often Khalkidiki and rarely the inconsistent Chalkidice (Greek: Χαλκιδική), is one of the prefectures of Greece. It is located in the southeastern portion of Central Macedonia. The Cholomontas mountains lie in the northcentral part. It consists of a large peninsula in the northwestern Aegean Sea, resembling a hand with three "fingers" (though in Greek these peninsulas are often referred to as "legs") – Pallene (now Kassandra), Sithonia, and Agion Oros (the ancient Acte), which contains Mount Athos and its monasteries.
The first Greek settlers in this area came from Chalcis (Halkis) and Eretria, cities in Euboea, around the eighth century BC who founded cities such as Mende, Toroni and Scioni; a second wave came from Andros in the sixth century BC. The ancient city of Stageira was the birthplace of the great philosopher Aristotle.
The capital of Chalkidiki is the main town of Polygyros, located in the center of the peninsula. Its most populous municipalities are Moudania, Kallikrateia, Polygyros, and Kassandra. Its largest towns are Nea Moudania,(Νέα Μουδανιά) Nea Kallikrateia, (Νέα Καλλικράτεια) and the main town of Polygyros.
There are many summer resorts on the beaches of all three fingers where other minor towns and villages are located, such as at Yerakini (Gerakina Beach), Neos Marmaras (Porto Carras) Ouranoupolis, Nikiti, Psakoudia, Kallithea (Pallene/Pallini, Athos), Sani Resort and more.
In June 2003, at the holiday resort Porto Carras located in Neos Marmaras, Sithonia, European Union leaders presented the first draft of the European constitution. See History of the European Constitution for developments after this point.
The only prefectural boundary is with the Thessaloniki prefecture located to the north.