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Some lovely people made a walkway of pallets into a bog I've been eyeing for years. It's not secluded, but I like being able to get into it without sinking and ruining the peat mat layer. This is an HDR blend of 5 RAW files.
The Tanawha Trail Crosses Wilson Creek via an Arched Wooden Bridge
Western North Carolina Mountains
Accessed via the Blue Ridge Parkway
Date taken: June 12, 2014
I’ve been exploring the many trails and sights around the Blue Ridge Parkway for about ten years now, and the Tanawha Trail has always been one of my favorite little hikes for its many scenic stream crossings and artful wooden bridges. However, I had never seen anything worth stopping for at Wilson Creek. Many times I’ve taken the walk out to this bridge just to find a massive and very dry rock bed underneath a beautiful arched wooden bridge. I wondered, “Does this thing ever flow?” Well, on this particular day, finally, the conditions aligned and man, was it ever flowing! I spent the morning with fellow photographer, Dave Allen, up near Craggy Gardens on the edge of some storms, stalking the last of the Catawba Rhododendron blooms before yet another season slipped by and into the memory banks. Around mid-day after some shooting, Dave dropped the mountain towards his home and I pointed the car back towards Julian Price Lake where I had my camp setup. I figured I would relax and get into a book for a bit before I dragged my tired body back up to Roan Mountain for yet another trip over the balds and another opportunity for a sunset with the seasonal bloom. It was one of those exceptionally wet days up on the Parkway—not uncommon by any means—where rain was in and out of the area, with bouts of downpours followed by slices of blue sky and sticky humidity. As I crossed over 221 near Grandfather Mountain I noticed something out of my peripheral vision to the left as I drove the parkway that didn’t register as normal. I wasn’t really planning on a hike or adventure at the time, and I have to admit that I was looking forward to some downtime, but wait, was that a waterfall crashing out of the woods right on the Parkway? That’s not normal, I thought. And then it popped into my head—I wonder if Wilson Creek is flowing? Quickly zipping into the overlook, I was excited to hear the water from up on the Parkway. This was my first time ever actually shooting this particular bridge, so I spent about two hours hiking downstream, upstream, getting low, taking an unintentional swim, wiping what seemed like endless moisture from the lens filter, and in the end, settling on one of my very first shots from a large, elevated boulder along the stream-edge with just enough room for me to spread out the tripod and balance out a tight composition. And I answered the question for myself of whether or not Wilson Creek ever flowed!
A couple days later, I met up with my folks and took them to the General Mast Store in Boone for some tourist fun. Upstairs I ran into one of J. Scott Graham’s many Blue Ridge Parkway books and began to ease into the photos and narrative only to find that he had a very similar experience with this same location! Says Graham on page 30, who found the exact same boulder and shot a similar photograph several years before I arrived to do the same, “The surprise and adventure of this experience was yet another reminder that the more I travel the Parkway, the more I discover. It makes me wonder, ‘If I am not on the parkway today, what am I missing?” That exact sentiment is one I discuss with fellow photographers often. What if I was on the parkway every day, every morning, every evening, instead of just two or three weeks out of the year? What would I see? How amazing would it be? I guess only time will tell! For now, though, at least I know that there is great potential at this particular location should the right conditions present and I’m buzzing through the area.
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"Aim Straight. A. Lanborn."
Cupid is aiming straight for the heart in the illustration on this nineteenth-century sentiment card.
parfois mentis, parfois cru, ils sont le reflet de nos espoirs et de nos rêves.
Comme une marque que l'on souhaite laisser à un moment et pour une éternité...En ces instants ou l'on se croit invincible et prêt à tout...
Juste parce qu'on est deux...
Sentiment doux-amer à l’idée de quitter l’ISS. Quand on y pense, c’est vraiment un lieu magique, presque impossible à atteindre et qui vous donne des super-pouvoirs comme voler, ou faire le tour du monde en 1h30… Ça ressemble quand même un peu à un rêve éveillé... Je suis extrêmement reconnaissant envers toutes les personnes qui ont rêvé la Station spatiale internationale il y a 20 ans, et qui ont travaillé si dur pour transformer ce rêve en réalité, pour le bénéfice de tous. Voir ce que l’être humain peut accomplir quand il y met toute sa volonté, au nom de valeurs positives, ça donne foi dans l’humanité.
Bittersweet feeling to leave the International Space Station. When you think of it, it’s a magical place flying in the sky that is incredibly difficult to get to, and it grants you superpowers like floating and seeing the entire world in just one glance. If this is not what dreams are made of, you’ve never dreamt. I’m so thankful that people all around the world dreamt the Space Station, and then went out and worked so hard to build it, for everyone to benefit. Humankind at its finest. It gives me hope that humans can achieve anything, with good, positive intentions, when they really want to.
Credits: ESA/NASA–T. Pesquet
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"Now we're starting over.
We will see it's not too late."
The promising beginning of a summer that I have no doubt will be well spent and well remembered. The sky has been so incredibly blue lately. It's hard not to get lost in it.
This shot was taken in Enkhuizen. My daughter changed her clothing for a old Dutch folklore costume.
She was walking around very proudly on Dutch wooden shoes and many tourists took a picture and giving her lots of compliments.
Of course, so did I ;-)
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"É preciso ter olhos frescos para sermos capazes de admirar belezas aparentemente antigas.
A beleza envelhece quando o olhar da gente perde o viço.
Toda beleza é capaz de vestir roupa nova porque outro também é o nosso olhar.
Não ignoro o so...frimento. Não banalizo as dores que a gente sente, que não são poucas. Como a maioria de nós, num único dia, visito territórios dos mais diversos sentimentos e às vezes é bem difícil experimentar alguns deles.
Mas, eu acho que, à parte os embaraços do caminho, quando a gente se fecha para a beleza do mundo, a vida fica insípida." [Ana Jácomo]
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Highlands, Scotland
M6, Summicron 35mm (asph) f2.0
Efke IR820 (expired), Rodinal 1:50 11:30min
These words are on the outside of some new offices of Camden Council, a local authority for one of London's boroughs. The offices are located inside a major regeneration of an area in King's Cross. Camden Council has historically always leaned towards Labour.
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An assignment from photo class; Indoors, using only window light. My living room has lots of windows and awesome light. The poem "My Sister" come from a poetry book written by my friend Lisa Angell, titled "Whispers Poetic Symbiosis".
A palavra amor (do latim amor) presta-se a múltiplos significados na língua portuguesa. Pode significar afeição, compaixão, misericórdia, ou ainda, inclinação, atração, apetite, paixão, querer bem, satisfação, conquista, desejo, libido, etc. O conceito mais popular de amor envolve, de modo geral, a formação de um vínculo emocional com alguém, ou com algum objeto que seja capaz de receber este comportamento amoroso e enviar os estímulos sensoriais e psicológicos necessários para a sua manutenção e motivação.