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Good morning :) Before my service in the clinic a little treat for you guys :) The landscape around the viewpoint Ponta do Furado and Ponta do Sao Lourenco is one of my favorites on Madeira. The headland offers fantastic panoramas overlooking the main island, the Ilhas Desertas and Porto Santo - visible here on the top left of the horizon - and is a real highlight both at sunrise and sunset. The hike is just under 8km and easy to deal with.
Tamara Bilic was visibly upset that morning that taking pictures was associated with a somewhat difficult climb to that viewpoint. Rightly - but I was not aware of this myself :-D At the top N. Alexander Otto Photography was already awaiting us and quarreled with the lens :) I hope you could still screw together something?
In the end there was still a little light and color...
Nikon D850, Sigma 14-24mm 2.8 type, Gitzo LS5543, Haida ND 3.0 150x150mm
You may reach it. You may far exceed its physical distance from the
earth. But you will never get it. It belongs to a hidden place in the
earth itself.
Discover the way to get it through your mind-your spiritual mind!
[Nabe rightly comments on the dust on the lens. Actually I told my daughter to post it (without checking the image in large version) and advised her about the writing.]
The Wikipedia rightly says that "Pacific gulls are usually seen alone or in pairs". Yet last Sunday afternoon I counted six juvenile birds, seemingly in diffrent stages of development, swimming very close to the beach at Ricketts Point, when this "almost adult" bird arrived.
(Larus pacificus)
Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
Prakash Sathyan:
Prakash is the eldest son of the legendary Malayalam film actor Sathyan.
I met him first at Tharangini Studio (the music company owned by the great musician K.J.Yesudas). I used to visit Tharangini Studio for recordings and meet some artists, and it's there that I entered a studio console for the first time in my life. Prakash occupied the studio's front desk, and though nearly blind, he could easily recognize anyone from their voice.
Tharangini Studio was doing peak business those days, and Prakash was quite busy from early morning till evening. He lived alone in a room that is a portion of a house at Plamood in Trivandrum. Though much senior to me, within a short time, he considered me his best friend.
He had a fascination for colourful poster calendars, as he can see large pictures if held close to his face. I used to collect colourful posters from wherever possible and hand them over to him when I meet him.
His mother, Jessy Sathyan, stayed with his younger brother at his parental home in Manacaud, about 5 km away from where he stayed. As I had a vehicle, I visited the studio and took him to his mother whenever he wanted to meet her. By around 6 pm, he would say, " Anuj, it's 6, right?" and prepare to wind up his work and leave. On the way, we stop at Eastern bakery in East Fort, from where he buys cupcakes for his mother. After spending some time talking and having tea with her, we return, and I leave him back in his room. On the way back, seldom he asked my assistance to visit a tailor but has never sought my help to buy provisions, visit a barbershop or even consult a doctor.
We never talked about his late father, who is one of the greatest actors in Malayalam cinema. In fact, we never discussed movies as he probably might have rightly guessed that I'm not much fascinated with the topic. Yet, one day while talking about music, I mentioned certain marvellous pieces in movies that went unnoticed without receiving the attention they deserve. He grew curious and asked me to name one. I referred to the short song 'Mahal-thyagamey ' from an old Malayalam movie 'Snehaseema' (1954) and a few other songs. Snehaseema is a Malayalam movie based on a Malayalam novel retelling Alfred, Lord Tennyson's 'Enoch Arden'. The mentioned piece is depicted as a background song in melancholy by an empyreal disembodied voice glorifying sacrifice out of love. In astonishment, he asked how I know such old songs, which were released decades before I was born, and apologetically he admitted that he doesn't remember such a song even though it's from a hit movie with his father in the lead. All attentive, his face turned towards me, as his drooping eyelids looked like he's watching the floor; he asked, " Anuj, can you please sing it?". Usually, I never sing if people request me out of the blue, but I sang the first few lines in a soft voice, stopped, and asked him whether he can remember the song. He said, "No, please sing the full song". I sang with my eyes closed, and once over, I opened my eyes to see him weeping. As if I didn't notice it, I diverted the topic to something cheerful before I left his room.
My visits to the studio and our visit to meet his mother continued for a long time, but eventually, I often got busy with my studies, travel and many other activities that I couldn't meet Prakash as I used to. He called my number, and though I got the messages that he conveyed, I couldn't meet him in person for some time. He even left messages hinting at golden opportunities and breakthroughs for me.
On returning home after a long trip, I glanced through the day's newspaper, and right on the front page, I saw the headline, "Jessy Sathyan no more".
Few days after the funeral at LMS church, I visited Tharangini Studio inadvertently at about 6 pm to meet him. As he's always at the reception desk facing the entrance, visitors to the studio may think he's watching them. I approached him and, standing a few meters away, facing him, asked, " Do you remember this voice?". He mumbled, "Anuj", and following a pause, he asked, "Anuj, it's 6, right?" and extended his hand. Without uttering a word, he stood holding my hand. Often, a sigh speaks volumes. He released my hand with a sigh when someone interrupted. I left, promising him that we shall soon meet again. That didn't happen as I was too busy with my activities.
Prakash Sathyan died this day ( 15 April ) in 2014.
Mahal-thyagamey : Mahal-thyagamey
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Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This):
In my teens, pretty engaged with professional singing, I was eager to try anything that would help me improve.
It was indeed a challenge to stretch my vocal cords in a residential area, and so I decided to give it a try at the local beach. That didn't work, as I soon realised that it's absurd to sit somewhere at the beach and sing aloud. I even doubted that fishers and other visitors to the beach would drop coins near me if I dare try. Finally, I managed to find the right place. Yes, in a boat!
I started visiting the local boat club all alone, hire a rowing boat and row it in the backwaters, as far away as possible from the shore. It became a routine that I would reach the boat club by 3 pm and return by 5 pm.
Most often, I would be the only rower at the specified time slot. The audience consisted of cormorants, egrets, cranes, ducks and moorhens, and I believe I was not a trouble for them. Occasionally a train would vroom through the railway overbridge far above the lake.
The songs I used to scream/sing were ' Sweet Dreams ' and 'Missionary Man'. As my countertenor is close to Annie Lennox's contralto, I preferred singing those Eurythmics songs. Both of them have a punchy rhythm that perfectly goes along with the rowing tempo. In between, 'Let it Be' or 'Eight Days a Week' by The Beatles, 'Still Loving You' by Scorpions, 'Rosanna' by Toto or 'The House Of The Rising Sun' by The Animals, once a day. Occasionally, I 'tried' a few songs of Freddie Mercury and M.K.Thyagaraja Bhagavathar (mostly Amba Manam Kaninthu).
My rowing wont continued for several months till about the onset of the monsoon rains.
Being a daily visitor, the secretary of YMCA who is in charge of the boat club used to have friendly chats with me and once I revealed my honest intention to him, as he drew curious to know why I'm rowing all alone.
Those days, I have often seen a lady, probably in her late forties, at the boat club premises. Sari-clad and carrying a handbag, she had a charming, graceful face. I saw her eagerly observing my activities and watching me until I moved out of sight from the coast. Seldom when I return, I could see her waiting at the shore as if she's expecting someone.
One cloudy evening as I reached the boat club, as usual, I saw her sitting at the shore gazing at the lake. After signing the register at the office, I walked towards the boats, with the oars handed over to me from the office. On seeing me, she stood up and hesitantly approached me with a smile. Though she had her head covered with the palla of her purple sari, a sudden heavy breeze blew a wisp of her hair on to her forehead. Clearing her forehead and adjusting the drape, she asked," Son, where are you from?". When I introduced myself, she apologised for dawdling my time and politely asked me whether I can spare some time to lend an ear to her. I said it's all right, and she said, "Please come," and walked towards a large tree in the compound. We sat on the concrete around the tree seat, and straight away, she asked, "Son, you come here to sing, right?". While I smiled, she continued rather hastily, "Do you know the song 'Manjil Virinja Poove '? " I said, "Yes, I sing it", and I could see her face brighten. She said, " I don't want to waste your time." Pointing to a spot bit far from the shore, almost below the railway overbridge, she said," Many years back, a person dear to me drowned there. He loved this place, and he used to sing. Today is his birthday. Can you please do me a favour?". Perplexed, before I could answer, pointing to the spot that she showed earlier, she continued," When you reach that spot, can you please sing that song for him?. It was his favourite song." As I sat stupefied for a while, I even forgot what I am there for when she abruptly shook my shoulder and repeated the question. I said, "Don't worry, I'll do that", and I could see her soul through her tear-filled eyes. I got up and walked towards the boat as I saw her whimpering uncontrollably.
I know the song very well, and I often sing it, but I have never sung any song in such an exigent situation. Oblivious of what I am doing, I unfastened the boat and set off from the shore with involuntary movements. Even though I was far from the coast, I didn't sing my usual songs.
I could see the dark clouds looming, along with heavy winds.
In a soliloquy, I asked," Does Nature read one's mind?" and I turned to check whether she is watching me from the shore. No, she's not there. Perhaps she's communicating with her beloved, else crying her heart out. I nearly reached the place that she pointed to, and I sang the song in my sonority. Felt that my regular audience is more attentive than usual, felt everything around, and the whole eternity is listening keenly. As I stopped rowing, the vessel just drifted along the lake. Back to my senses, I took control of the boat and thought of returning.
I was pretty sure that she would be waiting underneath the tree, awaiting my return and was keen to inform her that I fulfilled her desire. Eager to see her smile, quickly I fastened the boat to the shore and hurriedly walked towards the tree. No, she was not there. It started drizzling when I came out of the office after handing over the oars. With the song still reverberating in my mind, I left the place as the drizzle turned to a downpour.
The next day, another sunny day, I reached the boat club as usual and set out with my routine exercise. I sang my songs aloud as always and returned by about 5 pm, as earlier. That day, I inquired about her to the secretary. He said she's a frequent visitor and usually keeps gazing at the lake for hours. Though not clear about the circumstances of the death of her lover, he's sure it's drowning, and it occurred rightly at the spot that she pointed. He said that she remained a spinster following the death of her beloved, and people say she's mad.
I continued my routine for a few more weeks, and I nevermore saw that lady again. Soon the monsoon showers followed, and my rowing and singing practice stopped forever. Later one day I visited the boat club and found a new secretary has taken charge. I walked towards the lake and found that the rowing boats have vanished. It was a sunny day, and the lake appeared to be smiling in glee.
Very soon, the sky turned dark and cloudy. A heavy wind blew away dead leaves and fallen flowers from the ground as I walked back humming 'Manjil Virinja Poove '.
"Sweet Dreams are made of this, Everybody's looking for something."
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Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This): Sweet Dreams
Manjil Virinja Poove: Manjil Virinja Poove
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A Sparrowhawk on the bird feeder looking for his dinner that never turned up today.
We think the Sparrowhawk is coming almost daily as the number of small birds in the garden has dropped off significantly. They are quite rightly scared to come to the feeders.
“Boating, my dear Mrs. Bedel, is the dullest of all things; don't you think so? Because a boat looks very pretty from the shore, we fancy that the shore must look very pretty from a boat; and when we try it, we find we have only got down into a pit and can see nothing rightly. For my part, I hate boating and I hate the water...” ― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
" ..... 'Bed's Too Big Without You !!!' "
Taken at : Sunny Photo Studio
Pose set : Amity The Paris Apartment Animated
Snow had been falling all day and the cloud cover wasn't giving much hope for the appearance of auroras on that night. But the weather forecasts were saying otherwise. And they were rightly so!
Just as the snow stopped falling the sky cleared and the auroras made their appearance in all their utter beauty. Some low clouds even helped in the composition!
In the far distance the rocks look like dragon's huge teeth, which helped in the title here...
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Arctic Norway
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Das Zuckerhütl (3.510m), höchster Gipfel der Stubaier Alpen, hat seinen Namen zu Recht, wie das Bild zeigt. Fotografiert vom Anstieg zur Schaufelspitze, Tirol / Austria
Zuckerhütl (3.510m) (english: sugarloaf mountain) , the highest peak of the Stubai Alps, has its name rightly, as the picture shows. Photographed from the rise to the Schaufelspitze, Tyrol / Austria
The rightly famous Black Cuillin ridge of Skye, as seen from the nearby Marsco.
In the centre of picture is Sgurr Dearg with its shark-fin ridge, the Inaccessible Pinnacle - climbing that is the most fun you can have with your clothes on!
The craggy bulk on the left of the right of the picture with it's peak in dark shadow is Sgurr Nan Gillean, another of my very favourite mountains.
God, I love Skye!
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While Paris can rightly claim to be one of the great cities of the world, it is really only the brightest jewel in the bling crown of France.
To fully appreciate all that is wonderful about a country that gave the world Monet, champagne and the croissant, time must be spent exploring the rivers and valleys of the countryside where the nation's spirit flows freely.
Another photograph from my recent visit to Wherwell in Hampshire.
This cottage dates from circa 17th century although the date over the door shows 1516. It was once a farmhouse and creamery but today is a private dwelling. Living somewhere like this must be amazing – peace and quiet in a small village – English cottage living at its best! The River Test runs peacefully through the village and is one the most pristine chalk stream rivers in Britain.
The property is a grade 2 listed building which, quite rightly, gives legal protection from demolition or substantial alteration without the prior approval of the local authority – in this case Test Valley District Council.
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Continuing on the theme of reflecting on the 2019 Kent orchid season the next species was the Green Winged Orchids. There are a few stunning sites were these most delicate of orchids grow, the best known being Marden Meadows visited most years. However, imagine my surprise when a friend of mine asked me for advice when she noticed a number of brightly coloured flower spikes growing on her paddock. Quite rightly she did a bit of research and came up with Early Purple Orchids and showed me a photo off her phone. I said I would cycle out to take a peek the next day. Off I went and to my delight the paddock was awash with Green Winged Orchids. There are a couple of populations not too far away but this collection was just such a pleasant surprise. Anacamptis morio.
Buttermere Lake is rightly regarded by many as one of the most beautiful of the smaller Lakeland lakes, and indeed its charm was not lost on the many visitors that enjoyed the place. So many that by 10:00 all chances to park in one of the three village's car parks have evaporated, as cars were parked over a mile on the verge after the named car parks. Some blocking farmers' access to their own land.
Back to the scenery. June 21 being the longest day of the year for the Northern Hemisphere, I strived to make the most of the light before starting the ascent to my car which was parked in a lovely spot on the Honister Pass.
In the words of one, "life is for the living" (B. Pedlar).
Visited Tredegar House in Newport, South Wales four years ago and took this photograph during a short break in heavy rain!
The house is a King Charles II era country mansion and was rebuilt in its present form during the 17th century. It was the home of the Morgan family (who later became the Lords Tredegar) and in 1951 became a convent before being bought by Newport Council in 1974. It is now managed by the National Trust.
The property is quite rightly a grade 1 listed building and has been so since 1952.
Bridge of Sighs Venice. This is an image that I have wanted to have a go at for a long time but capturing it with nice light and no boats has been a while coming. Looks wise I was unsure if it should be mono or colour but as you can see I settled for a soft colour pallet. Rightly or wrongly ?
Any comments or thoughts on the image most welcome
Ricky
There will be many people seeing this portrait of a Flower who know exactly what it's name is; common names, latin name, everything. As you may rightly guess, I am not one such.
I did ask this Flower how it would prefer me to address it, but the answer returned was couched in a language completely outside of my comprehension. Something along the lines of:
“—~~_~__~__^••••_~_ ”
I’m sure you’ve heard something similar a few times too, in your travels.
It would be fair to say that I am horticulturally challenged, and that, at this late stage, I am likely to forever remain so. However, I accept this state of affairs and keep my chin up, after all, our names for them are not the same as their names for themselves.
Don't forget though, to say hello when you encounter a Flower, just as you do for a Bee, or a Butterfly, or a Hoverfly, or a Tree, and so on...
... you don't need to use names for that, as you know.
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Usual caveats etc.
Shot in the wild at West Dean Gardens, West Sussex
Shot on iPhone 7 Plus.
This house was one of the winners in the Brisbane Christmas light completion - and rightly so. It was like this front and back, and even had an area out the back for kids to sit and colour in and a maze of lights for them to play in. Would hate to have their power bill.
This magnificent animal is named for the Luambe National Park situated north-east of the famous South Luangwa park.
Here he is protecting his kill.
He was not a happy animal and rightly suspicious of people.
As a young leopard he was collard In Luambe NP for research purposes- Unfortunately he disappeared from radar / sight. When later found in Luangwa NP where he had taken himself the collar was embedded in his neck. Fortunately it was seen and removed but not without affecting his behaviour.
From the Little Prince: "It's only with the heart that one can see rightly; what's essential is invisible to the eye," ~the fox
Just before lockdown 11th March 2020 we visited the waterfall at Lynmouth. Was quite a long Journey if I remember rightly.
[Explore on May 25, 2016 #14]
"Ecco il mio segreto. E’ molto semplice: non si vede bene che col cuore. L’essenziale e’ invisibile agli occhi."
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
Suresh Pattali:
Suresh Pattali, a film and theatre activist, or as Paul Zacharia, the Editor of Economic Times and his former colleague rightly stated," a film buff and libertarian"; worked as a producer in Asianet when I met him.
Suresh assisted the renowned Indian filmmaker Muzaffar Ali in making classic movies like 'Gaman' and 'Umrao Jaan' and has worked with noted singer Kishore Kumar and Popular music director Salil Choudhury. He was too humble a human being to read one's character and get close within no time.
I met him first, in 2000, at his office in the Asianet Studio complex at Puliyarakonam in Trivandrum. He was very eager to listen to my album 'Simple Truth' and knew it was in the final stage of completion. He was too busy in the studio that I waited from 4 pm to about 6 pm as he occasionally makes an appearance and apologizes for making me wait and leaves after making sure that I am comfortable. Someone would want him when he joins me, and as I was not in any hurry, I asked him to take his time. When he hastily joined me at about 6 pm, I told him that I have a rough copy of 'Simple Truth' in my car. The moment he heard that he just walked out of the studio with his hand on my shoulder. He sat beside me in the car, we closed the doors, and I played the tape.
Before the music started, he asked, "What about a ride?". I nodded, and we drove out to the nearly desolate roads in the suburbs of Trivandrum. When the music started, I noticed that he is gazing at my face. With a smile, when I turned and looked at him, he asked," You did this ?". I said "Yes", and his astonished expression is the first and best compliment I ever received. I drove aimlessly while he keenly and mutely listened to all the 12 songs in the album. Later I dropped him at his house, which is just about a kilometre away from his workplace.
The very next day, I received a call from him inviting me to his house, and I visited him sometime in the afternoon. His interest in music and his memory amazed me as he started describing how he visualized one of the songs that he heard the previous day. It was late afternoon, and he was yet to have his lunch. I understood he's drunk, but he appeared perfect and very much in his senses. I told him that I would wait until he has his lunch. Within a few minutes, he returned with an egg omelette for me. I didn't refuse as I knew he prepared it just for me. It was too salty to consume, and when I was struggling with it, he joined me munching his omelette and said, "Too much salt, right? I don't have any more eggs left, else I would have made fresh ones". After spending some time discussing the script, I left following his assurance to contact me soon. The next day he called me for further talks, and we fixed a local club for the next meeting the same evening.
He ordered a few drinks and narrated his Mumbai cinema experiences. The modesty of the Popular singer Kishore Kumar, the friendliness of the great musician Salil Chowdhury, and the simplicity of the renowned actress Smita Patil. The humbleness of Kishore Kumar during recordings and the prowess of Salil Chowdhury to compose 'boatman' songs.
He respected and appreciated me for being a teetotaller, and never did he behave drunk with me. I reminded him that it's getting too late and offered to drop him at his house. On the way back, he asked, "Anuj, which is your most favourite song? ". I replied that it's a tough question as I have so many favourites." My favourite English song is, 'Still I'm Sad' by Boney M", he said. After a pause, he continued, "Do you know ' Chingari Koi Bhadke '?". I said, "Yes, I love that song." He asked, "Can you sing it ? "and I replied, " Sorry, I have never tried it". Again after a pause, he said, "Please hum it ". I hummed the tune in its original pitch, and he started singing along in a feeble voice. I drove listening to his rendition, which was indeed beautiful. He remained quiet after that, and I dropped him home at about midnight.
Within a few days, he invited me to judge a talent search programme conducted by Asianet for college students, named 'Talent Scan 2000'. I accepted the request and appeared for the programme at Victoria Jubilee Town Hall on the stipulated date and time. He introduced me to the crew, and my role was to judge Western Music. After the programme, he thanked me and promised to be in touch.
He called me after a few days and asked me whether we shall meet sometime in the evening. I agreed, and he said he would call later to fix the venue and time. He called again in the evening to tell me that he's having one of his old friends along with him and asked whether it's fine with me. I said it's all right, and I invited him to one of the most prestigious clubs in town, where I have a membership. I booked a table on the lawn and waited for him.
He had few drinks like earlier, but his friend started gulping like a thirsty cow, loudly declared that he's a Maoist, and proudly started to swank his profanity proficiency. While Suresh commanded him to behave, in an attempt to move his chair backwards, the dhoti-clad Maoist fell aback bare, along with his chair. The waiters on duty are used to such displays, but they appeared shocked as they never expected such guests with me. I asked Suresh whether we shall leave. I have never seen him angry, and he didn't lose his cool even when his friend irritated him. He said we would move, but his friend refused to come. I thought of seeking help from the waiters and security to carry him to the car.
Finally, he agreed to move when Suresh 'promised' to take him to some distinct wine bar.
I was a bit apprehensive whether he would attempt to jump out of the moving car as we proceeded towards the hotel where he stays. Once we reached the hotel, he refused to get off the car. Suresh somehow managed to pull him out, and on the street, he loudly started to demonstrate his imprecation skills. I saw Suresh with a grim face for the first time, but still, he didn't lose his cool. Swiftly, he hopped into the car and signalled me to accelerate fast. I did that, and his friend was staggering from behind, trying to chase us as we sped away. Suresh didn't utter a word after that. I dropped him home, and though he didn't apologize, I could see that apologetic look in his weary eyes when he bid me goodbye.
I phoned him early in the morning to check whether his friend is all right. He told me that his friend was nabbed by the police the previous night, and he has to get him released.
I asked him to relax and promised to call him in the evening.
I called him in the evening, and an unfamiliar voice picked up the call.
I asked, " Suresh, Is that you? ".
The stranger from the other end replied, " Suresh passed away. He vomited blood, and we took him to the hospital but couldn't save him".
"माझी जो नाव डुबोए
उसे कौन बचाये"
("If the boatman drowns the boat, who can save it ?")
Chingari Koi Bhadke: Chingari Koi Bhadke
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Apparently the sunset was the talk of town yesterday (i.e. trending topic on social media in the country). Quite rightly so, it was unusually dramatic. Incidentally, that lake is named Rauðavatn which means 'Red water'. This is the reddest I seen it.
It was a bit dull and grey down at Islandhill this morning until these two guys arrived and decided to wade out to the island barefoot. The pink shirt just broke up the dull colours rightly :)
Happy World Photography Day :)
"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye"
Le Petit Prince (1943)
-Antoine de Saint Exupéry-
With feminism and women's rights making the headlines all this week and quiet rightly so, this is one for the guys.
Carry those big horns with pride mates.
~ Martin Luther King
I'm picking for The Rogue Players today and I went for 'Cross Processing Anonymous' - I considered starting a group with just such a name as a sister group for Bokeh-holics Anonymous but found that someone else had got there first, so naturally I joined. Cross processing seems to make just about everything look better - to my eyes at least.
I've been wanting to do a glass ball shot for ages - and it took me ages to find where I'd put it. I really should be more organised!
The whims of summer winds scatter the smoke of many forest fires, sometimes thickening the air like noxious fog and other times, like this, bringing only an indistinct haze that ever so slightly shrouded the prominent volcanic peaks and scattered the dawn's warm light, at Sparks Lake, Oregon.
My wife and I were able to take a wonderful trip this summer with both her parents and my own. Appreciating just being together, we weaved around the fire-struck areas, and enjoyed as much time in nature as we could from the coast to the high Cascades. I treasure time with loved ones more than ever these days.
Sparks Lake sits in sort of a high-elevation "valley"--which we could perhaps call a "hollow" in the parlance of some from the eastern mountains--between the many surrounding dormant volcanic peaks of the Sisters, Broken Top and Mt. Bachelor. A revered place to be sure, and rightly so.
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Europe - Italy - Italia - Alps - Dolomites - Dolomiti - South Tyrol - Province of Bolzano - Villnöß - Kirche St. Johann in Ranui - Chiesetta di San Giovanni - Church of St. John the Baptist - Iconic mountain Baroque church with its onion dome & impressive Dolomites mountains in background
One of the most photographed churches/chapels in Dolomites and rightly so. After seeing many photos, I tried to come up with slightly different take on this location that I've seen captured so many times. I cant recall seeing this angle before, plus the grass was being freshly cut, creating these lovely geometrical lines.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5DS; Lens: EF100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM; Focal length: 260.00 mm; Aperture: 5.6; Exposure time: 1/500 s; ISO: 200
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“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.”
~G.K. Chesterton
Chasm Lake sunrise, under Long's Peak in Colorado.
After 8 days on the road and 5 nights camping we are back from our road trip from Colorado to Washington! We went north along the continental divide, through Rocky Mountain NP, Grand Teton NP, Yellowstone NP, and Glacier NP, with a night at the Palouse too. The variety of scenery we saw was incredible! My mind is still trying to process it all, not to mention all the photos.
This shot is from our first morning in Colorado. A Flickr friend of mine told me about this location, and we decided to meet at the trailhead at 3 am and climb up to this lake at nearly 12,000ft to watch the sunrise. It was an incredible scene, and still one of my favorite moments of the whole trip...even though I could barely breathe. :)
Ghosts
David Sylvian
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life blew wilder than the wind
Fantastic morning down at Potter Point this morning. What a great way to spend a mid week morning.
6.3m swell, dark and moody skies.
Thanks to my buddy Stephane for making the long trip over.
We got rightly soaked, as did all the gear, but it was worth it to see mother nature batter those cliffs.
Hope you like "Ghosts"
Cheers, Mike
"Rest under a tree, feel the power of nature.
Enjoy the silence of today - and endure.
Review the year and accept thankfully the privilege that you can say for yourself, yes, we got through well - we are doing really well.
We live in peace and freedom, we don't have to freeze or starve.
And this despite these chaotic times when the war has come closer. The war that is rightly on everyone's lips. Which entails sanctions, which we all feel, as it were, and accept and advocate to a large extent in solidarity. However, a war that unfortunately also makes many completely forget that this war is not the only one that people always fight - and will fight - somewhere on this beautiful planet.
Rest under a tree, feel the power of nature.
Enjoy the silence of today - and endure.
And think of those who can’t enjoy the privilege of saying yes, we got through well.
With this in mind, I wish everyone a peaceful Christmas..."
„Rast unter einem Baum, die Kraft der Natur spüren.
Die Stille des heutigen Tages genießen - und aushalten.
Das Jahr Revue passieren lassen, und das Privileg dankbar annehmen dass man für sich selbst sagen kann, ja, wir sind gut durchgekommen - es geht uns wirklich gut.
Wir leben in Frieden und Freiheit, wir müssen nicht frieren und nicht hungern.
Und dies trotz diesen chaotischen Zeiten, in denen der Krieg näher gekommen ist. Der Krieg welcher zurecht in aller Munde ist. Der Sanktionen nach sich zieht, die wir alle gleichsam zu spüren bekommen, und zu großen Teilen solidarisch akzeptieren und befürworten. Ein Krieg welcher jedoch viele auch leider vollkommen vergessen lässt, dass dieser Krieg nicht der einzige ist, dass stets irgendwo auf diesem wunderschönen Planeten sich Menschen bekriegen - und bekriegen werden.
Rast unter einem Baum, die Kraft der Natur spüren.
Die Stille des heutigen Tages genießen - und aushalten.
Und an jene denken, welche nicht das Privileg genießen dürfen zu sagen, ja, wir sind gut durchgekommen.
In diesem Sinne wünsche ich allen ein friedvolles Weihnachtsfest…“
„I would like to take this opportunity to thank all followers, all new followers, and all those who just stop by. I say thank you for all previous and for all the new fav's and comments. 🙏“
„Ich danke an dieser Stelle allen Followern, allen neuen Followern, und all jenen die einfach so mal vorbeischauen. Ich sage Danke für alle bisherigen und für Sie all die neu hinzukommenden Fav‘s und Kommentare. 🙏“
My personal challenge for 2022 - I'll try - and do my very best...
Meine persönliche Herausforderung für 2022 - ich werd's versuchen - und mein Bestes geben…
« Ci sono luoghi che è impossibile descrivere, qualsiasi aggettivo si rivela inadeguato. Uno di questi è il Ladakh, terra di valichi, arido altipiano che rappresenta l'estrema punta a nord dell'India al confine con la Cina e il Pakistan. Chiuso a sud dalla catena himalayana, è il proseguimento dell'altipiano tibetano di cui conserva intatti i caratteri geografici e culturali, tanto da meritarsi giustamente l'appellativo di "Piccolo Tibet". Nelle valli esplode il verde degli appezzamenti coltivati ad orzo; lungo i corsi d'acqua prosperano pioppi e betulle; sui pendii le case sono arroccate l'una all'altra; i solenni e severi monasteri sembrano altari nati spontaneamente dalla roccia. Le valli Nubra, che si spingono sin sotto i contrafforti del Karakorum, con la religiosità di un tempo che riporta questa terra alle sue origini, il Tibet. L’eccezionale trasparenza e luminosità dell’aria si accompagna a nubi che sembrano galoppare. Il lago Tso Moriri, il "lago delle montagne", circondato da montagne altissime, coperte da ghiacciai, è nel cuore della regione del Rupshu, l'altopiano dell'Himalaia tibetano dell'India abitato dai tenaci nomadi Khampa. Chorten, muri mani, bandiere di preghiera ricordano la presenza del sopranaturale e la caducità della vita terrena.»
"There are places that are impossible to describe, any adjective proves inadequate. One of these is the Ladakh, the land of mountain passes, arid plateau that is the end of the north of India on the border with China and Pakistan. Closed south from the Himalayas, it is the continuation of the Tibetan plateau and still preserves the geographical and cultural characteristics, so as to rightly earning the nickname of "Little Tibet". In the valleys explode green of vineyards planted to barley; along water courses thrive poplars and birches; the houses are perched on hillsides to each other; the solemn and austere monasteries seem altars born spontaneously from the rock. The Nubra valleys, that go right under the spurs of Karakorum, the religiosity of a time that gives this land to its origins, Tibet. The exceptional transparency and air brightness is accompanied by clouds that seem to gallop. The lake Tso Moriri, the "Lake of the Mountains", surrounded by high mountains, covered with glaciers, is in the heart of the Rupshu region, the plateau Tibetan Himalayas of India inhabited by tenacious Khampa nomads. Chorten, mani walls and prayer flags recall the presence of the supernatural and the transience of earthly life. "
Photographed this little group on the Great Western Canal at Tiverton, Devon.
The parents look proud of their little brood and quite rightly so as they must have invested a considerable amount of time and hard work in getting them to this stage. Hopefully, at this point in their development they are relatively safe from predation although nothing is certain in nature. The best of luck to all of them!
I had the opportunity to volunteer to help with traffic control for the Giro de Burnaby bicycle race, part of B.C. Superweek.
From time to time I had a chance to observe the race with my camera in hand.
Here are the two leaders of one of the laps.
The low sun just happened to be peaking through the buildings to put them in the spotlight.
The leader seems to be rightly pleased!
Parts of this thatched cottage date from circa 15th and 16th century and there have been further additions in later centuries.
It is located in the lovely village of Wherwell in the Test Valley, in Hampshire.
Quite rightly it is a grade 2 listed structure which provides legal protection from any substantial changes or demolition without approval from the local authority.
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The line of stone toadstools on the front boundary of the house grabbed my attention although there were no pixies in sight!
This cottage in Church Street Wherwell, Hampshire dates from circa 17th century with some 19th century details added. Quite rightly it is a grade 2 listed building which gives it legal protection from demolition or alterations without prior permission from the local authority.
As the name suggests it is in the street that leads to the local Church. It is a cul de sac and therefore there is no through traffic. Quiet in the week although I imagine Sunday could be a little busier. Either way this would be my kind of living!
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The only hope there is of standing righteous and acceptable before God is by receiving by faith what another has done for you. All self-attainment, self-accomplishment, self-righteousness must be abandoned realizing the vanity and hopelessness of bringing to pass our own right standing before God. We must humble ourselves before a holy God, recognize our sin, acknowledge our complete inability to remove that sin. Then we must embrace what Christ has done for us, instead of us, paying the penalty of our sin in our place in order to bring to us, by faith, a credited righteousness by which God may rightly justify us as ungodly sinners. Look to Christ and Christ alone. - Bruce Ware
As the little prince already knew, which is so often quoted, but apparently rarely understood: "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." [Antoine de Saint-Exupéry]
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Europe - Italy - Italia - Alps - Dolomites - Dolomiti - South Tyrol - Province of Bolzano - Villnöß - Kirche St. Johann in Ranui - Chiesetta di San Giovanni - Church of St. John the Baptist - Iconic mountain Baroque church with its onion dome & impressive Dolomites mountains in background
One of the most photographed churches/chapels in Dolomites and rightly so for its unique location in the middle of the field with spectacular mountain range in the background.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5DS; Lens: EF24-105mm f/4L IS USM; Focal length: 50.00 mm; Aperture: 8.0; Exposure time: 1/160 s; ISO: 100
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All images are exclusive property and may not be copied, downloaded, reproduced, transmitted, manipulated or used in any way without expressed, written permission of the photographer.