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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.
Port Dover is an unincorporated community and former town located in Norfolk County, Ontario, Canada, on the north shore of Lake Erie. It is the site of the recurring Friday the 13th motorcycle rally. Prior to the War of 1812, this community was known as Dover Mills.
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Excerpt from ago.ca/exhibitions/kaws-family?gclid=EAIaIQobChMI2azAl-nR...:
Making his Canadian museum debut, Brooklyn-based artist Brian Donnelly (1974), better known as KAWS, bridges the worlds of art, popular culture and commerce with sophisticated humour and insightful appropriation. Renowned for his larger-than-life sculptures of cartoon-inspired characters and exuberant hard-edge paintings that playfully emphasize line and colour, much like 1960s Pop artists, he blurs the boundaries between populist and elite art, bringing mass media imagery into traditional art spaces. Straddling the world of art and design, KAWS has forged a large international following both inside and outside the art world.
In this original AGO exhibition, visitors will see first hand the artist's meticulous methods, creative process and range, through more than 75 artworks including wall murals, sketches, paintings, sculptures, his altered phone booth advertisements and product collaborations. Centered in Signy Eaton Gallery, with interventions throughout the museum, the centrepiece of the exhibition, is a larger-than-life painted bronze sculpture FAMILY (2021), featuring four of KAWS’ recurring figures of varying sizes posed as a nuclear family.
Organized by the AGO, the exhibition is curated by Julian Cox, AGO Deputy Director and Chief Curator.
These absolutely horrify my History teacher.
She has recurring nightmares about octopi crawling out of wells and eating her face.
Don't ask, I don't know why, either.
Explored
When we first arrived at the top of the mountain the statue was shrouded in dense fog. After a few minutes, a gust of wind parted the fog and the statue was clearly visible. This recurred for the 30-45 minutes that we were up there. Even in fog, it’s an impressive sight.
My 365-2022: #327 of 365
Blue, like the midday sky
or the recurring feeling.
Blue, like the paint on the walls
or the shadows that follow.
Blue, like the blankets that help to hide
or the fears that always loom.
Blue, like the words that stay unspoken
or the questions that linger.
Blue, like the storms in the sky
or the incessant indecision…
Back home today, looking down to the lake as the sun rises.
Back in Harness
Sunrise today, back home
The brochures and maps lay scattered now, turning slowly from souvenirs into clutter as the days since my arrival back home recede into time past. Routine reasserts itself, and recurring household chores become second nature again. That pleasantly unsettling feeling of inhabiting two spaces at once - the far and the near - has all but left me now as the domestic becomes the norm again. But for a few days I had it, that wonderful feeling of return mixed with fresh memories of the trip.
Excerpts from Alain de Botton’s 2009 book, A Week at the Airport, A Heathrow Diary:
“Home all at once seems the strangest of destinations, its every detail relativized by the other lands one has visited. ..One wants never to give up this crystalline perspective. One wants to keep counterpoising home with what one knows of alternative realities .. One wants never to forget that nothing here is normal, that the streets are different in Wiesbaden and Luoyang, that this is just one of many possible worlds.”
“Our capacity to hold on to the concept that every person is necessarily the center of a complex, precious individuality is placed under unbearable stress in the degraded settings where our meetings with our fellow citizens unfold. … We may spend the better part of our professional lives projecting strength and toughness, but we are all in the end creatures of appalling fragility and vulnerability. Out of the millions of people we live alone, most of whom we habitually ignore and are ignored by in turn, there are always a few who hold hostage our capacity for happiness whom we would recognize by their smell alone and without whom we would rather die.”
“Travelers would soon start to forget their journeys. They would be back in the office, where they would have to compress a continent into a few sentences”. … But, over time “We recover an appetite for packing, hoping, and screaming. We will need to go back and learn the important lessons of the airport all over again.”
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities fill’d with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light—of the objects mean—of the struggle ever renew’d;
Of the poor results of all—of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest—with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
-- Walt Whitman
After we landed in San Francisco and picked up the rental car at around 2pm we drove out and headed straight to Yosemite, however, due to the bad traffic leaving San Francisco, we only managed to arrive at our hotel at around 7pm, so instead of checking in and dropping our stuff, we decided to head straight out to tunnel view. As we drove over the last mountain pass on highway 120 towards the valley, I saw a glimpse of El Capitan shrouded in thick fog, and it was at that exact moment I fully realised what this place was all about! No photograph could ever convey its grandeur, no words could ever describe it's majesty. Every moment thereafter the only recurring thought on my mind was that I wished this shall not be my last time to photograph Yosemite.
Upload of an old image but this time without the watermark.
A la fin de chaque journée, les ouvriers font un brin de rangement et... de vaisselle.
Et la vaisselle BTP, c'est une toute autre histoire que de récurer son faitout à soupe aux champignons ! Alors un peu de respect !
you think you’re fine.
and then it all comes crashing down on you again.
I’m home for christmas and it feels absolutely wonderful.
I took this back in autumn and spent a few weeks coming back to it every now and then. that’s what I’ve been doing with a lot of photos lately, because I never seem to be satisfied with the editing. but I promise I will try to upload more frequently again. I promise I will be around more.
Fading beauty after several downpours. A severe drop in temperature has made spring a long way off. When I checked the garden later this afternoon, I noticed this tulip and despite the recurring gusts of wind, I tried to capture a little of its former radiance.
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A recurring theme are the trains on Hein Schönberg.
I was photographing pirates, along came a train and I took a picture.
Toy Project Day 1972
БРЮНО ЛИЛЬЕФОШ - Катание на санках
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Location: Nationalmuseum, Stockholm, Sweden.
Source: emp-web-84.zetcom.ch/eMP/eMuseumPlus?service=ExternalInte...
Winter scenes are central to Bruno Liljefors’ imagery. Snow-covered landscapes with birds, foxes or lone hunters recur in many variations throughout his oeuvre. His poi-gnant studies of the changing seasons had a very specific objective – to portray with great realism the interplay between animals and their natural habitats. A more unusual subject in Liljefors’ production is the painting Sledging from 1882. Here, instead of wild animals, children are playing in the snowy setting.
Rus: Зимние сцены занимают центральное место в образах Брюно Лильефоша. Заснеженные пейзажи с птицами, лисами или одинокими охотниками повторяются во многих вариациях на протяжении всего его творчества. Его пронзительные исследования смены времен года преследовали очень конкретную цель - с максимальным реализмом изобразить взаимодействие между животными и их естественной средой обитания. Более необычным сюжетом в трактовке Лильефоша является картина "Катание на санках". Здесь вместо диких животных мы видим играющих детей на заснеженном склоне.
Best Viewed in Size X Large-A recurring sight of my favorite pampas grass caught in the light of a rising moon...You could call it a pretty, almost perfect pampas portrait by Stuck-In-A-Loop... mixed in a digital blender, then cooked till black and white.
I’VE FALLEN UPWARDS (James Watkins)
I’ve fallen upward,
Into the lights,
Slipping away from
Darkness and night.
Up through the evening,
Into the clouds,
Faster and faster,
Spinning around…
Celestial highways,
Smoother than sound,
Daylight and darkness,
Turned upside down!
I’ve fallen upward,
Flung from the earth
Leaving the ground
Of original birth…
Kaleidoscope colors,
Circling clowns,
Blended with backgrounds,
Faces and crowds.
Just one step forward,
A turn to the right,
A slight separation,
And I will take flight!
James Watkins 03-09
Class 180 Adelante unit 180107 hammers past Margam in July 2004. The class suffered a number of technical problems, which led First Great Western to lose patience with the class and it acquired extra refurbished HST sets instead. After recurring technical problems with the trains, FGW handed them all back to leasing company Angel Trains in 2008/09.
Ben Bulben, Co Sligo. Ireland.
The mountain was a recurring muse for the poet WB Yeats, who is buried in a graveyard under it's shadow at Drumcliffe,
'Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by! .
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The exhibition Blind explores our denial of the studied, validated, stated, detailed crisis of climate change for which we are collectively responsible : natural, economic, social and demographic disasters. And yet we do nothing, but continue our frenzy of senseless consumption and expend our energy in war.
Blindness is a recurring theme in myths, particularly Greek myths. Tiresias and Oedipus are well known examples. Blindness is both a punishment and a way to change one’ s view of the world and oneself.
The exhibition consists of five themes displayed in an original 3D and video installation, thirteen images and seven short stories.
The themes (don't look up, don't lool beyond, look away, look down on, the suicide) explore our strategies of denial: not seeing, not trying to understand, looking away, despising. The theme of suicide refers to that of madness, that is, the exclusion from society of people who think differently.
The seven short stories, published on The Carbone Studio website , feature Tiresias, Daphne, Oedipus and his daughter Antigone, Clarissa Dalloway, and George and Martha, characters from the play "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" in stories that take place in our time.
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Blind can be visited at the gallery La Maison d'Aneli
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Milena Carbone's art studio
Novels - art photography - dance performance
I found it quite striking to see how the colours created by the flare correspond with those of the damselfly,
After the surface of the water first froze, the underlying water gradually receded. The covering layer of ice seems to have sagged enough for a smaller section to float. The dropping level of underlying water, further sagging, and the floating of an ever-smaller section recurred in stages—each stage memorialized by a beneath-the-surface, edge-marking contour line.
A recurring theme ;)
I decided to play with the wideangle today. It's been several years since I last got it out, actually. It's heavy and weird, after my nifty fifty. And a little odd to manage (definitely has that cameraphone feel to some of the shots). But some of the results are quite pleasing, and being up close to the subject (maybe 12 inches?) is a really fun change
Mistry's fountain The River is the largest sculptural piece in the square[5] Due to the recurring irreparable leaks the fountain was turned off in 2013 in order to save money. On 6 July 2015 the fountain was filled with plants and flowers and no longer functioned as a fountain.
I wasn't expecting much when we arrived at the Blyde River Canyon view point. It was shortly before noon on a very hazy day - a typical winter scenario - with not a single cloud in the sky.
How could I ever capture anything better than all the other photos that I've ever captured of this canyon before, at sunrise, sunset, and even at night with a full moon?
But then I noticed this tree... and suddenly everything made sense to me. This is now my favourite photo of the Blyde River Canyon.
You may notice one recurring theme in all the photos that I'll be sharing in the next few weeks. When you're a landscape photographer and you've been watching a lion sleeping in the shade of a tree for the past 30 minutes, then sometimes that tree becomes much more interesting than the lion.
Yesterday, first Spring day, it was grey and not at all sunny. I nontheless wanted to fix the Equinox moment but the light was very low and filtered by a sort of hazyness.So I recurred to my experience in testing the light painting by night.
Although edited, the main effects are obtained in the shooting phase, not in post-production. My reflex, steady hands, long exposure, zooming forward and backwards and no tripod.
Here the cherries are like "Gold", probably the most quoted all over the world, so, imagine how much "cherrished" the cherry trees are and especially the flowering weeks, so delicate and important for the future lovable deep red juicy yummy fruits ...
I shot this vision directly from my garden in the evening at twilight framing the mountains and focusing on one of the cherry tree of my neighbour. There are no elements added to the compo, all come directly from the shooting. The fire/lighted lines on top come from the lights of the far houses on the hills.
The overall photographic result was kinda interesting & inspired me to begin with a transformation (see next up-load flic.kr/p/2n9M36Q), with manual digital interventions, spray and brush digital handpainting to obtain some 3D effects and sort out something special for the beginning of the Spring (see next picture).
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The Road Ahead: when "the worst that could happen" becomes an opportunity to experience "the best is yet to come".
With seven decades of life now under my belt, I've observed that in multiple generations of my family tree, overwhelming adversity has been experienced and it has revealed two recurring characteristics in my family members: 1) a steel will to survive, and 2) an abiding faith in God. It is noteworthy that the abiding faith in God hasn't always been immediate, but typically developed over time, as the realization sunk in that the steel will to survive a catastrophic circumstance wasn't of our own will or determination, rather it was a gift from God, who knew in advance we would need it.
I saw this happen in the lives of my parents, I experienced it, I've seen it happen to my children, and now to some of their children. We have all experienced "the worst that could happen" and yet the road ahead has been paved with "the best is yet to come". Faith has become the glue that now holds our family together and time and again it has replaced sorrow with joy, despair with hope, mistakes with success, and hurt with healing.
This photograph symbolizes to me the road ahead -- from the shadows of despair and fear there is light and hope in this life, no matter how dark it may seem at the moment.
Chicago, IL
2022
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With an unprecedented drive for clarity, and with great precision and discipline, Bridget Riley (b. 1931) has crafted a sensational body of work over more than fifty years. The British artist is known for her huge colourful canvases and optical effects, which have drawn a wide-ranging public to abstract art. Though she makes work on a flat surface, the play of lines makes the surface bend, buckle, undulate, or twist. Riley manages to play off colour against form – the two traditional ingredients of painting – in strictly orchestrated movements that often completely envelop the viewer. This has made her one of the most revered artists of her generation. Gemeentemuseum Den Haag, which has close ties with the ‘grande dame of British painting’, is staging a special retrospective this summer focusing on ‘the curve’, a pictorial motif that has constantly recurred throughout her career.
An ever-recurring color spectacle of the larch forests in the Valais inspires every hiker every year anew
Glow with me!
said the natural environment
a climate within ourself
such elements calling
as in light itself
Oaks shade and Heavenly glade
reflect the spirit of grace
from your bough
before the sun disappears without a trace
leaving hope with repentance to disavow
such things the heart cannot explain
no aqueduct of fluid motion
can transport oneself to the echelon
of past endemic emotion
that oh-so-restless eidolon
reappearing in just one beam of sunlight
a ray of the recurring dream
touches down gently before me
a pledge of a familiar theme
through fields of the very live sea
heaving with memories and tumult
becalming with souvenirs -
from the shell the bark calls still
those seedlings of thought were pioneers
of this adventurous journey of life to fulfil
the annular groove is so marked in time
tending the trend of footsteps thus traced
jumping the hurdle of each and every defensive wall
now nature glistens in our good taste
choiceness at the helm of life's value to all.
by anglia24
10h45: 20/03/2008
©2008anglia24
Today's music: Boards of Canada: "June 9th"
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Reflecting
Raided Andy's tools etc for todays image.
Going through that recurring period of struggling for ideas again, still 4 months to go, better find some inspiration.
Hoping to go out tomorrow and hoping for a completely different photo. Fingers crossed.
BNSF 816 Chugs up the hill into Catawissa going a pretty concerning speed for the notch and train length… well right down the track they would call dispatch to report a mechanical problem which I’m gonna assume this was a recurring problem since they were stopped before at Eureka and dispatch got pretty ticked they didn’t stop at Pacific before toning
The changes I've made in the last few months have had such a major impact on my life.
When I started losing my hair again (I have recurring alopecia, which likes to bob it's lovely bald head up when I'm feeling especially stressed out) I decided to withdraw myself from the Rat Race.
Compromising my happiness (and sanity) for the sake of money and clients was dragging me down so much, but it's all I'd known for the last few years. I knew I wasn't happy, but couldn't pinpoint why.
Turns out, all I needed was to set some time aside every day to breathe in the fresh air, put my headphones in and lie in a big old field and appreciate how tiny and insignificant to the universe my happiness is. I have refocused myself on being kind, more on having fun, more on adventures, poetry, music, travel, the odd romance and generally feeling alive!
I feel confident and like my inside smile matches my outside smile now! Hooray!
So here's a little selfie to celebrate, nothing too fancy and of course inspired by all the fantastic photographers who have shared their own worlds with me through their pictures and inspired me to make this change. There are too many to mention over the years. But thanks to you all!
© All rights reserved. A low-res, flatbed scan of a 6x7 (2 1/4 x 2 3/4 inch) transparency
Not to leave out the Golden Gate Bridge, here is an image from earlier in the year of a recurring, yet temporary, scene.
Thanks for your time and interest!
Today's story and sketch by me, #1400 is about the recurring nightmare here on our Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. The nightmare is the arrival of unwanted Spirits, Punk'n Spider's, Ghosts, and other things, we haven't seen that Screatch in the night. I have set up a special detail of Deputies to shoot the Ghosts with a special squirt gun solution, of Silver Nitrate, and tar from the Budahunga Tar Pit, developed by Rescue Randy, our top scientist and the Galaxies oldest living tissue crash test dummy, I'm not sure why it works, but when the Ghosts or any other, non living entities, are sprayed, they simply fall to the ground as a lump of dirty laundry. It doesn't seem to work on our even growing numbers of Punk'n Spider's, or Zombies. But that's ok the Punk'n Spider's are very cute, they wander around looking for peanuts, and the Zombies have become extremely helpful doing odd jobs. How helpful the Zombies are at getting tar stains out of cloth, will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog.
Chiesa del Purgatorio, Via Ridola, Matera, Basilicata, Italia
Despite having been completed in 1747, the Chiesa del Purgatorio Nuovo has a late Baroque façade, by Giuseppe Fatone, from Andria. It was built with funds from the Confraternity for the Poor Souls in Purgatory and donations from the citizens of Matera themselves, who also willingly played their part in the actual building of the church.
Its recurring and only theme is Death, which was very fashionable at the time and which was considered not as an end, but as the beginning of a better life.
The wooden door is divided into 36 panels, each devoted compulsively to the theme of death, with skulls and crossbones sometimes crowned with headgear belonging to rulers and prelates, intended to emphasise the fact that all men are equal after death.