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Another take on the boat slips along Flathead Lake not too far south of Kalispell, Montana. I added ND Grads for this shot to manage the sky a bit. A bit of a dreamy look to it.
Nikon D700
ISO 100
24-70mm lens at 34 mm
f/22
8 seconds
20250131 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts. -- Minor White
In this moment I was able to capture some of the beauty from tonight's sunset. Such wonderful people I've meet so far here on New Caledonia. Thanks Charlotte GC for being such a lovely host and adventurer.
#New #Caledonia #Sunset #YogaSlackers #slackers #EricWardPhotography
Location: Brooks College; Fashion Department. Class: Visual Merchandising. This was the 1st display my fashion merchandising students were required to complete for the Winter 2008 quarter. I created the conceptuals, plan-o-grams and install directions. Their task was to complete the physical implementation with my assistance. I completed the copy and masking for this piece. The inspiration came from a Viktor & Rolf runway show. The slips are vintage items found by a fellow instructor at an estate sale.
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
A close up shot of a vase made by Steve Parry-Thomas. His marbling with coloured slips is truly amazing.
I posted this on my blog with a Noir or Wild West idea in mind. My shadow has a gunslinger look to it.
On my blog, Rick from Toronto made a comment. He said that it reminded him of an alien planet outpost where the lone researcher astronaut is amusing himself to stay sane. A cool observation - and it struck me that the sci fi short stories of J G Ballard have many such settings and themes. In that light, the image has a very Ballardian mood.
Bakers Basin Marina
Baltic Avenue
Waretown, NJ
Whether you are a skiing, cruising or fishing enthusiast Baker's Basin offers the best of all nautical worlds.
Bakers Basin is located on the protected South Harbor Lagoon in Waretown, NJ. The marina has direct access to the Barnegat Bay and the inter coastal waterway. Located across the bay from the Barnegat Inlet, it is less than a 15 minute boat ride from the Atlantic Ocean.
Bakers Basin offers over 120 slips for boats up to 50 feet. With direct parking behind most boat slips, Bakers Basin offers convenient, quiet and uninterrupted use of your boat slip.
Our goal is to provide our customers with the greatest boating experience! Baker Marinas offer our members the longest boating season, April 1st through December 1st. Choose one of our four locations and enjoy free weekend getaways at our other three.
20250131 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
Time slips trough my fingers, we grow older and older, as seconds go by.
There's going to be the day when I fly away, far away from home, from all the warmness, security and love.
One day, I'll be in the middle of the cold, wide world,
without you.
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
Time slips through my fingers like sand
This is one of the rules for me which I cannot bend
Trying to figure out everything I don't understand
But it's so exhausting
It's so exhausting
Now that's why I smoke
And I smoke and I drink
I don't work out but I think
Douwe Bob - I smoke and I drink Lyrics
Sometimes in the night, the fox slips by
January 7-21, 2022
Artlab Gallery
Anahí González, Philip Gurrey, Dong-Kyoon Nam, Sasha Opeiko
Studio PhD candidates from the Department of Visual Arts present Sometimes in the night, the fox slips by, a group exhibition of recent work by Anahí González, Philip Gurrey, Dong-Kyoon Nam and Sasha Opeiko. The show gathers a broad spectrum of investigations sharing a common interest in the relationship between poetic and theoretical potential in making. Some orient themselves toward the political, looking at labour issues both in Canada and abroad. Others probe the language of modernism with strategies centered on improvisation and decay. Others still, use a posthumanist perspective to deconstruct notions of the readymade or to renegotiate representations of melancholy. In concert they are the fox of John Burnside’s poem, deftly weaving a path through fence and thicket.
Anahí González
Bueno, Bonito y Barato, is deeply involved in exploring the Mexican cues portrayed in visual culture, evoking quiet tensions of nationalism and labour representation. By bringing this approach of Mexican labour visual representation on a mobile wood billboard together and allowing them to interact within the gallery, the work engages with concepts of temporality, mobility, the USMCA and institutionalism.
Dong-Kyoon Nam
Praxis of New Assemblage
My work focuses on reconstructing ordinary objects encountered in daily life into ‘animate things’: things understood as dynamic, temporal, yet precarious assemblages animated in a relational field that encompasses humans/nonhumans and organic/inorganic matter.
The method of assemblage I use is not based on the sculptural representation of an assumed and pre-existing whole, rather it refers to a process wherein a visualization of the potential movement of things, and the relationships between their parts, rhythms, affects, and intensities are privileged.
My studio process is semi-impromptu, a horizontal attunement with things, entangled in chance and necessity. My bodily sensibility starts from meticulous attention to fleeting, small occurrences that would otherwise remain unacknowledged.
re | cycling
On a mechanical level, these works reclaim parts of digital home appliances that usually remain invisible, and in so doing, momentarily stabilize the rapid cycle of production, consumption, and disposal. Installed on the wall by adhering them at right angles on a canvas panel, each singular assemblage stands alone and simultaneously exists in relation, signaling both continuity and discontinuity in turn. The works are abstract, like drawings of fluid lines and fragmented outlines, yet still concrete and sensorial. They take the form of artificial assemblages made of e-waste that paradoxically imply ecological precarity and complexity. On a mechanical level, these works reclaim parts of digital home appliances that usually remain invisible, and in so doing, momentarily stabilize the rapid cycle of production, consumption, and disposal. Installed on the wall by adhering them at right angles on a canvas panel, each singular assemblage stands alone and simultaneously exists in relation, signaling both continuity and discontinuity in turn. The works are abstract, like drawings of fluid lines and fragmented outlines, yet still concrete and sensorial. They take the form of artificial assemblages made of e-waste that paradoxically imply ecological precarity and complexity.
Sasha Opeiko
In Something like Fan Object Objects the banal object of study is a used domestic desk fan with a missing safety grill. It was found as a discarded, unwanted item sold in a thrift store. Damaged and disentangled from its previous function, the object is melancholically symptomatic and its image is mediated into multiple manifestations of loss and disintegration. The fan was visualized through faulty 3D scanning, rendered into a rotating 360° animation, and exported as 1400 individual frames, which were fed into a machine learning algorithm that produces new images based on the data it received. The fan itself is rendered useless, its melancholic image diffracted into 10,000 iterations of manufactured glitch. They are presented in video not so much as an animation, but a kind of factual flickering of machine-produced visual data. The nonhuman gaze of image data processing unravels a gapped 3-D representation into a myriad of fractured views, flatly glitching in a dark melancholic refusal to be coherent.
#melancholy began with a collection of screenshots of Instagram posts that were coming up under #melancholy. The screenshots are samples of the prevalence of sublime, mostly Nordic landscapes that the general population locates as representative of melancholy, branding it into named images for dissemination. Working with 460 screenshots, an AI algorithm on Runway ML was used to produce new images based on what it learned from the collection of screenshots. The AI model generates "#melancholy" Instagram landscape images and has the capacity to produce a video of these generated images morphing into one another. The images are disintegrated but new reintegrated versions of what a nonhuman gaze recognizes to be a #melancholy landscape image.
In Forged Afterimage Compression six rotating 3D scans are presented as a result of a remediation process that started with 3D scans of provisiona, transitory physical constructions of found objects and images. This first set of 3D scans, already full of gaps and distorted by the nature of the scanning app Trnio, was made into rotating animations that were then 3D scanned again off of a laptop screen. The outcome is a kind of forged afterimage, compressed into a digital skin or something like a distorted geological compound, resulting from the app’s inability to fully comprehend a 3D representation on a flat screen. These are remnants forged from remnants.
Artlab Gallery
JL Visual Arts Centre
Western University
London, Ontario, Canada
© 2022; Department of Visual Arts; Western University
I snapped two of the larger slips off the top of my sprouting Sweet Potato and will place them in water to get them to root.
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Bakers Landing Marina
1418 Renwick Pl.
Long Branch, NJ
Nestled in the serenity of the calm and protected waters of Pleasure Bay on the Shrewsbury River in Long Branch, NJ, Baker's Landing offers a superb focal point for any boating experience...
Baker's Landing has 78 slips accommodating boats up to 55'. Amenities at the Marina include floating docks, dockside water and electric, picnic area and barbecue, bathrooms and showers, trash disposal, pump out station, along with in and out water storage availability at our Highlands, NJ 'Marina on the Bay'.
Whether you are looking to tackle the superb fishing grounds of the Shrewsbury River, Navesink River or Sandy Hook Bay for fluke, striped bass, blues, weakfish and blue claw crabbing or you want to sit back and relax and enjoy the breathtaking sunsets, Baker's Landing offers it all.
Our goal is to provide our customers with the greatest boating experience! Baker Marinas offer our members the longest boating season, April 1st through December 1st. Choose one of our four locations and enjoy free weekend getaways at our other three.
www.modernprint.co.uk Full Colour Compliment Slips printed and designed in Pembrokeshire. Please Call 01646 682676 for more information.
'Late Arrival' - the Ben-my-Chree slips into Douglas harbour this evening running an hour so late after the incident this morning when a suspected chimney stack lagging fire was detected prior to this morning's sailing to Heysham. No passengers or crew were injured, and there was no significant damage to the vessel. 16.05.15
20250131 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
Floydian Slips is an amazing Pink Floyd tribute band.
I know a lot of these are really similar, I need feedback as to which ones to keep and which to get rid of/delete from Flickr.
Please comment.
"
If you should go skating,
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
Of a million tear-stained eyes,
Dont be surprised when a crack in the ice,
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,
You as you claw the ice.
"
-Pink Floyd
"
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when youre on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
Youll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know its going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end youll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, youll reap the harvest that youve sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And its too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down alone
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that Im a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if Im just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise
If I dont stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyones expendable and no-one had a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And you believe at heart, everyones a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.
"
Hooray for amazingly long Batch descriptions!!
Floyd FOREVER!!!!!!!!!
Okay I'm done, go comment.
This family of slips contain Alumina Oxide. They tend to flash bright red during the right conditions. Helmer slips tend to flash more orange to peach. I have no idea who Silverman is. I do know that there are two widely different recipe attributed to this slip. I chose the one with less Alumina.
The recipe is:
Alumina Oxide 20
EPK 40
XX Saggar 40
Nepheline Syenite 10
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
20250131 - Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen
Miniatures – coiled and hand-built
From the left:
1. Mini Bottle, 2 7/8” H X 1 1/16” W – stoneware banded in burnished greensand terra sigillata with red and 5.4% greensand slip
2. Mini-Vase, 2 ½” H X 1 1/16” W - stoneware with Mn and Co in native white slip, rutile over
3. Mini-Vase, 2 ¼”” H X ¾” W - stoneware with honey-maple wash-bucket slip and white slip
4. Mini-Vase, 1 7/8” H X 15/16” W – stoneware with burnished honey-maple wash-bucket slip
5. Mini-Water Bottle, 1 5/8” H X 5/8” W – stoneware with burnished honey-maple wash-bucket slip, two coats clear uncut shellac
6. Pot – 1” H X 1 3/8” W – stoneware with burnished greensand terra sigillata
7. Bowl ½” H X 1 ¼” W – stoneware with burnished honey-maple waste-bucket slip
Floydian Slips is an amazing Pink Floyd tribute band.
I know a lot of these are really similar, I need feedback as to which ones to keep and which to get rid of/delete from Flickr.
Please comment.
"
If you should go skating,
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
Of a million tear-stained eyes,
Dont be surprised when a crack in the ice,
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,
You as you claw the ice.
"
-Pink Floyd
"
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when youre on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
Youll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know its going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end youll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control, youll reap the harvest that youve sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And its too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down alone
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that Im a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if Im just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake of this creeping malaise
If I dont stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyones expendable and no-one had a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And you believe at heart, everyones a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a seat in the stand
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone.
"
Hooray for amazingly long Batch descriptions!!
Floyd FOREVER!!!!!!!!!
Okay I'm done, go comment.