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This is but a reposting of one of my images taken in Nov 2013. It is relevant here, as some of my recent followers will be aware, because I have been trying to 'reproduce' it over the past week or 2. And so it was last wed when, after a couple of days of strong winds which I was hoping would have stripped some of the leaves from the trees and a quite unexpected brief clearing of the weather, conditions were looking favourable to get my shot. I only had an hour or so before I was to collect my daughter from school, but plenty of time to get the job done. I was making my way down a fairly steep, leafy slope when everything changed. The details of 'hows' and 'whys' are hazy but the 'wherefore' was finding myself at the bottom of the slope in a heap with my left leg totally useless below the knee. I could add a few other details here but for the squeamish that's all you're getting. Very long story short, I eventually got escorted to A+E and was operated on the following day for a full patella tendon rupture. I am now back at home to recuperate, my leg in a full, straight, non-flexible brace with the very real prosect of several/many months before I will be able to be out with the camera and contribute something new to Flickr. So, for that and to all my Followers and Friends, I apologise. I will of course have plenty of time to keep up to date with what you are all up to. I would like to thank Iain for his post when he first heard about the accident and for spreading the word. One perhaps more serious point I have taken from this is that it could have been so much worse. I was only a relatively short distance from home and hospital, although I had no phone signal I was able to flag down a passing car quite quickly and the weather was fairly mild. It has been quite common in the past for me to head out 'West' on my own in some dreadful conditions and be out of contact for many hours. I will certainly think long and hard before flying any more solo missions in the future.
Note: For those of you wondering, YES, this is a photograph, though it is edited in post-production – but this is made 100% from photographs.
Project 365 // Day 144
I've had this concept in mind for a while now, and today I decided to try it out. I've always been intrigued by rorschach tests, beyond the obvious abstract nature of them. I love looking at them and trying to figure out what they could be, from simple everyday objects, to more complex ideas.
When I shot this image, I was instantly reminded of the smoke monster from LOST, or being in the center of a rupturing volcano. Either way, it's not someplace I'd like to be, that's for sure. What do you see?
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Qui observait le ciel sur l'Île d'Orléans, ce soir-là, avait l'impression d'une rupture soudaine entre deux mondes. Un déversement de lumière furieuse n'empêchait pas le jour d'être happé par la nuit.
Whoever watched the sky over Île d'Orléans that evening felt like a sudden break between two worlds. A furious outpouring of light did not prevent day from being swept away by night.
Imagine Dragons - Wrecked
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2NkuFIlLEo
Days pass by and my eyes they dry, and I think that I'm okay
'Till I find myself in conversation fading away
The way you smile, the way you walk, the time you took
To teach me all that you had taught
Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?
These days I'm becoming everything that I hate
Wishing you were around but now it's too late
My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost
Sometimes I wish that I could wish it all away
One more rainy day without you
Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day
One more rainy day
Oh, I'm a wreck without you here
Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone
I've tried to put this all behind me
I think I was wrecked all along
Yeah, I'm a wreck
They say that the time will heal it, the pain will go away
But everything, it reminds me of you and it comes in waves
The way you laugh when your shoulders shook, the time you took
To teach me all that you had taught
Tell me, how am I supposed to move on?
These days I'm becoming everything that I hate
Wishing you were around but now it's too late
My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost
Sometimes I wish that I could wish it all away
One more rainy day without you
Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day
One more rainy day
Oh, I'm a wreck without you here
Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone
I've tried to put this all behind me
I think I was wrecked all along
These days when I'm on the brink of the edge
I remember the words that you said
Remember the life you led
You'd say, "Oh, suck it all up, don't get stuck in the mud
Thinkin' of things that you should have done
I'll see you again, my loved one"
I'll see you again, my loved one
Yeah, I'm a wreck
I'll see you again, my loved one
Yeah, I'm a wreck without you here
Yeah, I'm a wreck since you've been gone (Since you've been gone)
I've tried to put this all behind me
I think I was wrecked all along
Yeah, I'm a wreck
Sometimes I wish that I could wish it all away
One more rainy day without you
Sometimes I wish that I could see you one more day
One more rainy day
Just had a weekend in London hobbling around on crutches. On top of everything else this year I've now gone and ruptured my achilles tendon..which is why I've been quiet.
My boot only came off 3 days before going and we almost cancelled. Ended up thinking 'What the hell' and went. Our hotel was very near Waterloo Bridge. Couldn't sleep so limped onto the bridge at 5.30am to catch this lovely sunrise. Didn't have a tripod so balanced the camera on the wall.
I must have been mad - got home in worst state than I left. I can't see me going out for another few weeks so this one might be it again for a while. Not having a great year!
The original title was "Rupture", a straightforward description of the scene. While posting, it occurred to me that "Rapture" was more poetic--a commentary on how the natural world anticipates and supersedes human imagination.
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Une nouvelle série. Rupture du format carré, pas de titre sinon que "gravé" sur chaque photo les coordonnées GPS "d'un lieu d'un instant revécu". En effet toutes les photos de cette série sont issues de mes 1ères photos faites en 2009 avec un modeste Samsung.
Merci à celui ci que j'ai épuisé, fini avec du Scotch pour son étanchéité ...
et qui m'a offert une "ouverture" au monde !
...
A new series. Out of square format, no title except that "engraved" on each photo GPS coordinates "a place of reliving a moment." In fact all the photos in this series are from my 1st photos made in 2009 with a modest Samsung.
Thank you for this one I've exhausted, finished with Scotch for his seal ...
and offered me a "window" to the world!
The soft, leathery elytra of Net-winged Beetles are easily ruptured to release extremely noxious fluids. Many of these warningly coloured (aposematic), orange and black beetles are the models for mimicry rings involving similarly coloured beetles from several other families and even moths and wasps.
“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
-William Shakespeare
Over the past few days, I finished booking my probably, possibly, maybe but most likely ever in my life last hurrah trip to Alaska. I honestly thought I would be deeply saddened by this realization. But understanding the blessings received by being stationed there with my bride for two years in the 1980’s might have been enough. However, that two-year taste of Alaska left us with a deep-seated desire to return. In 2019 we were blessed to do so with friends, an adventure of a lifetime that had me saying goodbye forever to my dream home away from home state for the last time as our plane departed Anchorage.
Arriving back in Indiana, I excitingly started downloading the thousands of photos captured from my cameras to my Mac for editing. They were still downloading when we departed for a family gathering, and like a fool, I thought they would just keep downloading while we were gone. My Mac went into sleep mode after a while and cut off the final 250-300 images. Like an even bigger fool, when I returned, I unplugged my camera from the Mac and deleted the files on the camera. Then like an even bigger, XXXXL fool, I reformatted the SD card making the images lost forever.
When my mistake was realized, I could have cried as I knew of the sunrises and sets, animals, land and seascapes and most importantly family shots that were lost by my pure ignorance. As I sat and stared in disbelief at my computer screen, my bride walked past, noticed my extended lower lip that a bird could land on and asked what was wrong. Once informed, her direct from her lips to my heart response was simply “Then you’ll need to go back.” Her compassion and support of my DNA imbedded wonder lust overwhelmed me. The Mrs. telling me that I had to go back to Alaska instantly became my “Love language!”
Savings began and five years later in 2024 my sons and I were having the father/son trip of a lifetime! Photos and memories were made that eclipsed those lost in 2019. When my sons and I arrived at the Anchorage airport for their flight home and my flight to Nome, I assumed that in five days I would be back in Anchorage happily boarding a flight home, waving goodbye to Alaska for one last time.
In my first full day of my dreamt about time in Nome to photograph musk ox, I developed a severe double ear infection. The next four days was spent in a hotel room alone with really bad for you food and even worse television. I was blessed to get the musk ox shots I so deeply desired and had an amazing photo session with a red fox. But easily 80% of what and where I had planned to go see and photograph was forfeited. I drug my ailing carcass up the stairs for my flight from Nome to Anchorage and then home thinking…screw you Alaska!
Once home and healing from the ruptured eardrum experienced in flight, I started downloading the photos taken. The blessing granted far, far outweighed any regrets of the lost days and opportunities now represented by the name of Nome.
What I had always longed for but didn’t see coming was the birth of a desire, fully supported by all concerned, yearly father-sons’ trip. Some will be big, some much smaller with all laser focused on the main thing…time and adventure, together.
So, this year’s trip will be the last one for this kid to Alaska. With a different focus on the arctic, caribou, catching salmon and arctic grayling, moose and of course…bears. Like last year, when the boys head home to get back to their business (Dattilo Sign & Design…shameless plug) I will fly back to Nome. I have booked the same room and have requested the same rental car. I have pretty good odds of getting it since there are only six rental cars in Nome. I will double up on vitamins and Tylenol and protect my ears from the wind.
My hope…my prayer is to sit in the company of this fellow and his ladies just one more time. Every photo, smell, sight and taste granted by God after that will be bonus blessings to fill the unfulfilled.
Bull musk ox photo taken on 29 July, 2024 between Nome and Teller Alaska.
Perito Moreno Glacier (Patagonia) 20240207
Every year the Perito Moreno glacier generate expectations in the world relative to its breakup. Some data on its characteristics and its history will help us understand this phenomenon.
Los Glaciares National Park was created in 1937 for the preservation of the glaciers and was declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO to preserve its flora and fauna in danger of extinction.
There are many myths and comments on the Perito Moreno glacier and its behavior that every year surprise and invites tourists from around the world.
The breaking of the Perito Moreno Glacier is one of the most impressive natural phenomena that have been seen in recent times.
It is often said that the rupture of Moreno is a phenomenon that repeats cyclically every 3 or 4 years but this only occurred regularly in recent years.
With last year’s trip to Nome being nearly a total disaster (Double ear infection/ruptured left eardrum), I must admit that while flying in and seeing her as the clouds broke below was an emotional moment. Rarely do we get a true do-over, a chance to recover completely something that was lost. Call me obsessive…and I am in many ways, but between the original planning/research to the first and now second and final trip there has been 5-6 years in the making.
Most travelers go there to find gold or to support those in search of it …or to film the people prospecting. My purpose, my gold was secured when this shot presented itself along the Teller Highway some 25-30 miles north of Nome.
I was blessed with some great Muskox shots in my six healthy hours of last years visit, but a family unit shot like this is what has been bouncing around in the void between my ears like the little pixilated ball in a game of Pong (1970’s Atari OG video game) for years!
This shot was captured just as I topped a small ridge some 75 yards away from them…thus their full and undivided attention. I took a few shots the sat down in the wet tundra to take in the moment. I was visiting in the start of the rut and the bulls were aggressively pursuing a bit of “loving,” making getting much closer unwise. Tragically, an Alaska State Trooper was killed by muskox just a few years ago, a reminder of the power and speed of these magnificent, up to 800-pound animals.
Photo taken on 18 August, 2025.
Une nouvelle série. Rupture du format carré, pas de titre sinon que "gravé" sur chaque photo les coordonnées GPS "d'un lieu d'un instant revécu". En effet toutes les photos de cette série sont issues de mes 1ères photos faites en 2009 avec un modeste Samsung.
Merci à celui ci que j'ai épuisé, fini avec du Scotch pour son étanchéité ...
et qui m'a offert une "ouverture" au monde !
...
A new series. Out of square format, no title except that "engraved" on each photo GPS coordinates "a place of reliving a moment." In fact all the photos in this series are from my 1st photos made in 2009 with a modest Samsung.
Thank you for this one I've exhausted, finished with Scotch for his seal ...
and offered me a "window" to the world!
Some images of daily life along the southern Sagaing Fault where it cuts across the flat delta, and is now almost forgotten since it last ruptured in 1930.
Tuesday was 5 years since I lost a baby and almost my life due to a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. I went to a favourite beach for a few hours alone, it really helped for me to get out of the house and off social media and into nature. The weather was gorgeous, which was a welcome bonus! ⛱️
Today (June 30, 2017) marks the 25th Anniversary of "Toxic Tuesday" when a southbound BN train derailed on the former Soo Line bridge crossing the Nemadji River south of Superior. A tank car carrying benzene ruptured and created a toxic cloud that forced the evacuation of 50,000 people from Duluth-Superior. On June 23 of this year a pair of nice SD75Ms cross the river where the ruptured tank car ended up in channel.
Cette méthode de joutes, de tradition régionale[2], est pratiquée dans huit villes de l’Hérault (Valras, Agde, Marseillan, Mèze, Balaruc, Frontignan, Palavas, Sète ) et dans une ville du Gard (Le Grau-du-Roi). L'épreuve reine est le Grand Prix de la Saint-Louis à Sète autour du 25 août (le dernier lundi du mois d'août) (depuis 1743) mais un classement par points sur la saison (depuis 1962), un championnat de France (depuis 1927) et une Coupe de France (depuis 1963) existent également dans quatre catégories de poids et d'âge : Lourds, Moyens, Seniors et Juniors.
Les barques lourdes propulsées par huit à dix rameurs se croisent à droite. En plus des rameurs, deux musiciens (tambour et hautbois) et le « timonier patron » : le barreur. Les jouteurs sont montés sur une plate-forme se situant à près de trois mètres de l'eau, la tintaine. Sur la partie basse de la tintaine, se tiennent les jouteurs des prochaines joutes.
Le Grau du Roi ,Gard France
My heart is weak
Tear it down piece by piece
Leave me to think
Deep in my structure, I think I still love her
But I need some sleep
You've taken my breath away
Now I want to breathe
'Cause I cannot see, what you can see
So easily
I thought my demons were almost defeated
But you took their side and you pulled them to freedom
I kept your secrets and I thought that you would do the same
Leave me in peace
Caught in my memories
Lost underneath
Deep in my structure, I feel a rupture
From where she should be
You've taken my breath from me
Now I want to breathe
'Cause I cannot see, what you can see
So easily
I thought my demons were almost defeated
But you took their side and you pulled them to freedom
They know my secrets and won't let me go, won't let me go
That time I accidentally shot an Owl.
Southbound Nº600 led by CN 3203 is just south of the station at Rivière-à-Pierre, but no station stop was made that day. The equipment is dead & drained and headed for VIA's Montreal maintenance center. The consist hit a semi-truck the previous day at 50 mp/h, which has caused the fuel tank to rupture on lead engine 6454.
Only minutes after I photographed the Aurora in my previous upload then this space/time rupture appeared causing all the light-beings to enter our universe!
Foreground and sky photographed separately using the same camera settings. The streaking stars were created by zooming out from 28 to 17 mm during the 25 sec exposure.
Une nouvelle série. Rupture du format carré, pas de titre sinon que "gravé" sur chaque photo les coordonnées GPS "d'un lieu d'un instant revécu". En effet toutes les photos de cette série sont issues de mes 1ères photos faites en 2009 avec un modeste Samsung.
Merci à celui ci que j'ai épuisé, fini avec du Scotch pour son étanchéité ...
et qui m'a offert une "ouverture" au monde !
...
A new series. Out of square format, no title except that "engraved" on each photo GPS coordinates "a place of reliving a moment." In fact all the photos in this series are from my 1st photos made in 2009 with a modest Samsung.
Thank you for this one I've exhausted, finished with Scotch for his seal ...
and offered me a "window" to the world!
Perito Moreno Glacier (Los Glaciares National Park - Patagonia) 20240207
The Perito Moreno Glacier is a glacier in the southwest of Santa Cruz province, Argentina. It is one of the most important tourist attractions in the Argentine Patagonia.
The Perito Moreno Glacier is one of only three Patagonian glaciers that are not retreating. Periodically the glacier advances over the L-shaped "Lago Argentino" ("Argentine Lake"). when it reaches the opposite shore, it forms a natural dam which separates the two halves of the lake. With no escape route, the water-level on the Brazo Rico side of the lake can rise by up to 30 meters above the level of the main lake. The enormous pressure produced by this mass of waters finally breaks the ice barrier holding it back, in a spectacular rupture event. This dam/rupture cycle is not regular and it naturally recurs at any frequency between once a year to less than once a decade.
“La vie ne cesse pas après les ruptures, le fil du temps ne casse pas.”
Monique Larue
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Here's something a little fun and different...........
This guy fired up his big block (bored out 455?), nitro burning, retro drag boat. 3000HP
The sound was absolutely ear piercing. Likely the loudest noise that I have ever heard. My eardrums felt like they ruptured, and I had pain and ringing for over an hour afterwards.
Colourful flames were throwing from the stacks.
UNFRICKIN' BELIEVABLE ! WOW !
LOVED IT !
Evening lighting with a green neon type glow.
Texture : PaintedWoksBy KB www.flickr.com/photos/vintagefindings/
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...Une nouvelle série. Elle risque d'être longue ... très longue !
Rupture du format carré, pas de titre sinon que "gravé" sur chaque photo les coordonnées GPS "d'un lieu d'un instant revécu". En effet toutes les photos de cette série sont issues de mes 1ères photos faites en 2009 avec un modeste Samsung.
Merci à celui ci que j'ai épuisé, fini avec du Scotch pour son étanchéité ...
et qui m'a offert une "ouverture" au monde !
La série est une série d'une chronologie 2009
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A new series. Out of square format, no title except that "engraved" on each photo GPS coordinates "a place of reliving a moment." In fact all the photos in this series are from my 1st photos made in 2009 with a modest Samsung.
Thank you for this one I've exhausted, finished with Scotch for his seal ...
and offered me a "window" to the world!
Naples Botanical Gardens
Naples, FL
USA
Nymphaeaceae /ˌnɪmfiːˈeɪsiː/ is a family of flowering plants, commonly called water lilies.
They live as rhizomatous aquatic herbs in temperate and tropical climates around the world. The family contains five genera with about 70 known species.
Water lilies are rooted in soil in bodies of water, with leaves and flowers floating on or emergent from the surface.
The leaves are round, with a radial notch in Nymphaea and Nuphar, but fully circular in Victoria and Euryale.
Water lilies do not have surface leaves during winter, and therefore the gases in the rhizome lacunae access equilibrium with the gases of the sediment water. The leftover of internal pressure is embodied by the constant streams of bubbles that outbreak when rising leaves are ruptured in the spring.
The sky looked ominous, and made you kind of hesitant to proceed. I tried a couple of photos at the same location, and found the one I took while squatting - at the same height as the bench rather than standing up looking down the bench - most "desirable".
Once served to nurture
In the end one of rupture
Into the shadows
Photo: 2020-08-19 by Phil Wahlbrink
Bain-de-Bretagne France
"Situé au pied du Tanneron et mis en eau en 1965 après la rupture du barrage de Malpasset, il est ENTOURE DE BEAUX RIVAGES BOISES et découpés que vous pourrez parcourir en suivant les sentiers." (Le Guide Vert Côte d'Azur)
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lac_de_Saint-Cassien
Soundscape // Paysage sonore: ELUVIUM ("Hymn 1"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXGfYDI2pKE
"Wonderfully framed image, presented so well." // "Une image magnifiquement cadrée et si bien présentée." (Dave HILDITCH / www.flickr.com/photos/22775126@N00/)
"A beautiful painted look." (Dave LINSCHEID / www.flickr.com/photos/33083567@N02/)
Own texture.
I've been off work for over two months now with this ruptured disc.
New x-rays today confirmed it's gotten worse, along with the news the the two vertebrae below it are basically bone-on-bone, with the nerve bundle between. (I've been in pain...)
But, today also brought (drumroll) a surgery date!! woohoo!
So, I go in on the 13th. And I am very excited. I'm looking forward to no pain and going back to work. I'm slowly losing my mind (more). So yeah, this is good news actually.
:o)
'Shocking' is like a bolt from the blue. It is something external that ruptures your world.
Naomi Klein
I didn't post much last year because my husband had cataract surgery and then he had surgery to repair a ruptured tendon in his arm. I had a biopsy. I'm hoping we stay well this summer and have more time to enjoy the garden.
also known as Drago, Dreux, Droun, Druon, Drugo, Drogón, Drogón de Sebourg or Druron
is the patron saint of those whom others find repulsive, unattractive and ugly people, Baume-les-Messieurs, bodily ills, broken bones, cattle, coffee, coffee brewers, coffee houses, coffee house keepers, coffee house owners, coffee shop workers, deaf people, deafness, dumbness, Fleury-sur-Loire, gall stones, hernias, illness, insanity, mental illness, mentally ill people, midwives, mute people,mutes, muteness, orphans, ruptures, sickness, sick people, sheep, shepherds and a protector of their flocks.
Within the weight of shadow,
the sky lets out a sigh.
A blue appears — quiet, deep —
like a memory returning from afar.
Clouds do not obstruct.
They keep.
The trace of wind,
of fire,
of silence.
In this rupture:
a passage.
And perhaps,
beauty born of turmoil.
USS Enterprise Crashed
Created in Bing Dall-E AI Engine.
From a high aerial perspective, as if captured by a drone, a colossal starship resembling the USS Enterprise (NCC-1701) lies wrecked on the shore of a desolate pebble beach. The once-proud vessel is now a battlefield of destruction—its saucer section is torn open with massive ruptures, deep gashes, and scorched, rust-covered dents. The warp nacelles are shattered, lies in the relentless ocean waves
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