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As the clouds receded and the sun poked through the autumn colors were revealed at Glacier National Park
In the pristine waters of the Canada and Alaska's Inland Passage the moss green reflection of the coastal conifers was split by our zodiac thereby revealing the clear deep blue water.
New irises growing up through the grass begin to blossom in Erba Park. A bit of drizzling rain adds some moisture to their petals. Some of Bamberg University's Erba Campus buildings are in the background. [FUJX7576_lr_2000]
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Deep within nights grasp,
ritual of moonlight mates,
a journey fulfilled.
These Tiger Longwings (Heliconius hecale) live long enough to hopefully find their mate. It is a fleeting life. For once the journey is fulfilled, life quickly fades away. Happy Monochrome Bokeh Thursday!
Macro Monday
Theme: Crack
Size: Less than 3x3 inches
Cracks in tin foil. There were 2 light sources , a table lamp behind the foil and a LED torch at 3 o'clock. I used another piece of foil to reflect the table lamp light at 9 o'clock.
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Riffelsee revealing his fascinating reflection on a calm & clear autumn morning. Perfect conditions for "His Majesty's" glorious appearance in the first light of the day.
The bright blue sky above the Red Canyon walls and the solar reflection create an impressive natural marvel of geological patterns and swirling colors.
When the mind ventures into realms beyond the ordinary, to be met with a vibrant display of swirling colors..
It's like the universe whispering secrets and revealing truths.
Gradulaly we can see Lake Pangong Tso while approaching it through the highland....taken in Ladakh Himalayas, India
"Sunfire Junipers", Capture at 1/400 sec @F/8.0 ISO 400 ; 38mm on a Sigma 18-250mm F/3.5-6.3 Lens; The sun was at 12.30 position and shining right into this grove of trees beside a road, That had been just cleared 30ft or so back from the edge of the roadway revealing these junipers. They were lit up in such a way they looked like to be on Fire. It was just beautiful makes a photographer's heart ache to own a Medium format camera with a sharp lens to capture the scenes beauty. Malagash, NS 05-06 2020.
The peeling husk of a tomatillo (Physalis philadelphica, Solanaceae) just reveals the fruit in a soft pleasant bokeh.
The tomatillo or Physalis philadelphica of the Solanaceae or nightshade family (includes chili peppers, potatoes and tomatoes) is one of many and one of the largest husk tomatoes. The plant is known also as Mexican husk tomato in English and jiltomate and miltomate in Spanish. The green to sometimes purplish berries, encased in papery husks (the calyx), are eaten in sauces and stews especially the popular green salsas of Mexican tradition often combined with green jalapeño chili peppers (Capsicum annuum). Originally from southern Mexico and Guatemala, the tomatillo is a perennial in favorable conditions, but is cultivated as an annual where it cannot survive cold winters in temperate climates.
Note that Physalis ixocarpa also is grown and marketed as a tomatillo.
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View from the First above Grindelwald towards the Schreckhorn and the Lauteraarhorn. Scan from an old slide.
The Bow Coal train has pulled past the operator’s shanty at Jefferson Junction, Pennsylvania, revealing the Pittsburgh & Lake Erie power that will take it to New Hampshire. As soon as the train clears a switch that is out of sight in the distance, this power will pull the train northward on the Penn Division, where I’m standing.
Twilight colours over Mount Kabru and Rathong peak as captured from Dzongri top on trek to HMI basecamp in Sikkim Himalayas, India
In natures garden, i do see
A beautiful tree, that spreads for me
Revealing its fruits, that i long to taste
With an insatiable, indecent haste
Fruits of desire, lust and love
That do tempt me from above
As i reach up with my fingers
My tongue caresses and it lingers
On the fruits, so soft and sweet
That i long to slowly meet
Under the tree, that spreads so wide
Revealing the secrets found inside
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Revealing Caraiman Peak in Bucegi Mts., part of the Southern Carpathian Mts., Romania
The Commemorative Cross to the Romanian Heroes of the First World War, also called the Heroes' Cross on Mount Cairaman is a monument built between 1926 and 1928 on Caraiman Peak at an altitude of 2,291 m. It has a height of 39.3 metres (129 ft) and the nearest town is Buşteni.
During Soviet times in Georgia, all "decadent" artworks had to be destroyed but in Georgia, they painted over/hid many artworks to save them from destruction. Now, the past is slowly being revealed again.
in photography "changing the way you look at things", could also be referred to as "working your subject". Viewing Forchu lighthouse from the ocean side, can render a very different perspective. The main subject of this image transfers away from the lighthouse, as it now becomes a supporting character.
Rather, the surrounding rock formations, their shapes, and colors, take centre stage. It also aids the integrity of the shot, by preventing lines from overlapping. As well, waiting for the clouds to take their place on the stage, further bolsters the supporting components. This in turn, further enhances the final result.
After singing from within a thick hedge this Whitethroat hopped into view, revealing its white throat and rusty wing feathers.
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В этот день мы отправились в страну башен и легенд, небольшую, но очень живописную республику Ингушетию, и планировали снимать закат уже на перевале Цей-Лоам. Тогда мы были уверены, что время на дорогу мы выделили с приличным запасом и полностью учли предыдущий опыт довольно частых остановок, чтобы запечатлеть что-нибудь красивое.
Дорога к перевалу, как изящная лента, свивалась среди еще заснеженных гор, простираясь вдоль хребтов и бархатных лугов. Это была не просто асфальтированная трасса, а настоящий аттракцион пейзажей, устоять перед красотой которых было практически невозможно. За каждым поворотом открывались новые, впечатляющие виды: скалистые вершины, вздымающиеся до самых небес, и глубокие долины, которые убаюкивали своим одиночеством. На остановках мы видели, как дикие цветы распустились среди камней, делясь с нами своей жизнерадостностью. Слышали тихий шепот быстро текущего где-то вдали ручья и гул мириад насекомых, как только стихал могучий ветер.
Говорят, что время в такие моменты замирает. Допускаю, что так оно и есть, просто происходит не с каждым и точно не с нами в тот день. Часы неумолимо отсчитывали секунды и у нас оставалось не так много драгоценных минут до момента, когда солнце начнёт погружаться за горизонт. Свет становился мягче и самые высокие пики уже укутывались в пушистые облака, готовясь провести эту ночь с комфортом. Вскоре небо окунулось в золотистые и малиново-розовые оттенки, а случайные облака, попадающие в лучи закатного солнца, отражали невероятную палитру цветов.
Поднявшись на перевал, мы оказались в плотном облаке, одном из многих, которые эти каменные великаны с седыми головами, укладывали подле себя. Ветер, словно старый и уставший пастух, подгонял белые тучки будто зазевавшихся овечек, открывая на мгновенье сияющие вершины. Некогда бушующее пламя заката угасло, оставив после себя лишь тлеющие угли, которые продолжали искриться, словно напоминая о том, что где-то внутри них еще осталось пламя и они просто ждут, чтобы их разожгли снова.
Может быть, я не успел на закат в его строгих рамках времени, но я получил массу впечатлений, оказавшись на одном из самых красивых перевалов Кавказа, и это для меня гораздо важнее. В итоге мы обсудили планы на рассветную съемку, и отправились устраиваться на ночлег.
On this day, we set off to the land of towers and legends, a small yet very picturesque republic of Ingushetia, planning to capture the sunset already at the Tsey-Loam Pass. At that time, we were confident that we had allotted enough time for the journey, fully considering our previous experiences of frequent stops to capture something beautiful.
The road to the pass wounds like a graceful ribbon among the still snow-covered mountains, stretching along ridges and velvet meadows. It was not just an asphalted roadway, but a true attraction of landscapes, difficult to resist the beauty of which. With every turn, new, stunning views unfolded: rocky peaks soaring to the very skies and deep valleys that lulled with their solitude. At our stops, we saw wildflowers blooming among the stones, sharing their cheerfulness with us. We could hear the quiet whisper of a rapidly flowing stream somewhere in the distance and the hum of myriad insects as soon as the mighty wind calmed down.
It’s said that time stands still in such moments. I admit that it may be true, but it doesn't happen to everyone, and certainly not to us that day. The clock relentlessly counted the seconds, and we were left with not many precious minutes until the moment the sun would begin to sink below the horizon. The light was growing softer, and the highest peaks were already wrapped in fluffy clouds, preparing to spend the night in comfort. Soon, the sky was immersed in golden and rose-tinted shades, while the scattered clouds caught in the rays of the setting sun reflected an incredible palette of colors.
Having ascended to the pass, we found ourselves enveloped in a dense cloud, one of many that these stone giants with their silver heads laid beside them. The wind, like an old and weary shepherd, nudged the white clouds as if they were dozing sheep, momentarily revealing the shining peaks. The once-raging flames of the sunset had faded, leaving behind only smoldering embers that continued to sparkle, as if reminding us that somewhere within them, the fire still lingered, simply waiting to be rekindled.
Perhaps I didn’t make it to the sunset within its strict confines of time, but I gained a wealth of impressions by being at one of the most beautiful passes in the Caucasus, and that is far more important to me. In the end, we discussed plans for the dawn shoot and set off to find a place to spend the night.
Dhaka, Bangladesh, 2012
You, me or them
We always put on a mask, A mask to conceal our self
Beneath the skin, lays the true us.
All are same, fresh and red.
For this Tuesday I would like to share with all my friends this beautiful image of a Hibiscus Blossom, that opened up to show off it's Beauty for us to all enjoy.
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The fog lifts, revealing a view of Middle Earth.....
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Nature keeps revealing itself into new forms again and again.
Blessed to have witnessed such a glorious morning.
Adrienne stirred, the scent of wine lingering in the thick underground air. Her eyelids felt heavy, her head throbbing with the dull ache of indulgence. What a weird dream… more like a nightmare.
She nuzzled into the warmth pressing against her side. Then realized she was waking up somewhere unfamiliar. Who had she gone home with this time? She shifted slightly and felt an arm draped over her waist, their bodies tangled in the deep cushions of the worn leather sofa. Relief washed over her as she realized she was still dressed. Then she turned—Kayla---and the nightmare rushed back into focus.
Kayla groaned beside her, stretching lazily. “Remind me,” she muttered, voice rough with sleep, “whose idea was it to finish that second bottle?”
Adrienne let out a low, tired laugh. “Yours.”
Kayla cracked one eye open and shot her a suspicious look. “Liar.”
Adrienne smirked, shifting onto her side to face her.
Kayla stirred, stretching before offering a small, knowing smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept.” Adrienne rubbed her temples, willing away the weight pressing against her skull. She exhaled slowly, then muttered, “Tell me yesterday didn’t happen.”
Kayla’s gaze softened—ok but only for a second. “You need to practice.” Her voice was quieter now, more serious.
Adrienne sighed, pressing her fingers to her forehead. “I know. But maybe we could just lay here for a while longer.”
Kayla sat up, pulling Adrienne with her. “You did great with the teleportation last night, but you have to learn to focus. If you don’t land exactly where you intend to jump, we’re dead.”
Adrienne inhaled sharply through her nose, the weight of responsibility settling against her chest. She was learning, but learning wasn’t enough. She had to master it.
Kayla pressed a firm hand to Adrienne’s knee, grounding her. “You were born for this. It’s in your in your blood. Now, close your eyes.”
Adrienne felt the hum of her device start, a faint vibration against her skin. She obeyed, letting the quiet of the apartment wrap around her, pressing in but never suffocating.
“Find the thread,” Kayla continued. “Focus on a place—then feel the pull. Don’t chase it. Feel it.”
Adrienne inhaled deeply, centering herself. Focus. The place, the pull.
She felt it—faint, distant, like the whisper of something just beyond her grasp.
“Let it bring you to the edge,” Kayla murmured. “But don’t fall. Just stand there. Balance.”
The air shifted around her. The apartment walls grew thinner—like layers peeling apart, revealing glimpses of elsewhere. The scent of dust and old books filled her senses. The university library. The room. She could see it, smell it.
She was about to jump.
“Not here. Not now,” whispered Kayla. “Just to the edge.”
Adrienne’s breath hitched.
Kayla’s fingers pressed against her wrist, steadying her. “Hold it. Stay.”
Adrienne felt it—the pull, the tension—but she didn’t jump.
She controlled it.
Kayla exhaled, nodding in approval. “Come back to me.”
Adrienne slowly let go, her awareness settling back into the apartment. She rubbed her head. “Ouch.”
Kayla smiled, satisfaction flickering in her gaze. “That was perfect. I think you must remember from times past.”
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