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Don't mind me, but I feel like I am in a fairy tale when the world looks like this... like the Bridge to Terabethia... into a magical world.
I love fairy tales because of their haunting beauty and
magical strangeness. They are set in worlds where anything
can happen. Frogs can be kings, a thicket of brambles can
hide a castle where a royal court has lain asleep for a
hundred years, a boy can outwit a giant, and a girl can
break a curse with nothing but her courage and steadfastness.
- Kate Forsyth
It has been difficult to get decent veggies at a decent price. The prices are starting to come down.
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I have seen this done many times and always been fascinated with the look and the process. My issue is, I don't really do macro work, so when I get to a scene, I am looking at the vistas, not the roots and soil. So I am trying to train myself to keep an eye out for these things.
On a recent trip to the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, while walking a trail in the twilight, looking for lightning bugs, I spotted these two. Not the best mushroom specimens, but they meet the basic needs for these kinds of images. They had to be reaching up above the rest of the foliage, it had to be near dark, but not quite, and ideally they needed a fairly uncomplicated background. Now I admit, this is a simple first attempt. Others do this sooooo much better, but you have to start somewhere. I do plan to keep trying, they offer such a cool look!
Let me know what you think.
Photo of Neuschwanstein Castle as taken from Mary's Bridge. This is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Southern Baveria. The castle was build by Kind Ludwig II and inspired Walt Disney. We had a great time in Germany, but it feels good to be home.
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"Imagine a place where the sky is cloaked in mystic sigils, their intricate patterns intermingling with the eerie light of the moon. Here, amidst a landscape where brambles wrestle with vegetation and springs, life and death engage in a peculiar dance. The air is thick with an otherworldly energy, pulsating with the rhythm of unseen forces at play. In this realm, every shadow conceals secrets, and every whisper carries echoes of ancient tales. It is a place where the boundaries between the natural and supernatural blur, and where the essence of life itself seems to teeter on the edge of a delicate balance between chaos and harmony." Richard de Grataine
The Giant's Causeway is an area of about 40,000 interlocking basalt columns, the result of an ancient volcanic fissure eruption. It is located in County Antrim on the north coast of Northern Ireland, about three miles (4.8 km) northeast of the town of Bushmills.
Around 50 to 60 million years ago, during the Paleocene Epoch, Antrim was subject to intense volcanic activity, when highly fluid molten basalt intruded through chalk beds to form an extensive lava plateau. As the lava cooled, contraction occurred.
Horizontal contraction fractured in a similar way to drying mud, with the cracks propagating down as the mass cooled, leaving pillarlike structures, which are also fractured horizontally into "biscuits". In many cases the horizontal fracture has resulted in a bottom face that is convex while the upper face of the lower segment is concave, producing what are called "ball and socket" joints. The size of the columns is primarily determined by the speed at which lava from a volcanic eruption cools.
The extensive fracture network produced the distinctive columns seen today. The basalts were originally part of a great volcanic plateau called the Thulean Plateau which formed during the Paleocene.
According to legend, the columns are the remains of a causeway built by a giant. The story goes that the Irish giant Fionn mac Cumhaill (Finn MacCool), from the Fenian Cycle of Gaelic mythology, was challenged to a fight by the Scottish giant Benandonner. Fionn accepted the challenge and built the causeway across the North Channel so that the two giants could meet. In one version of the story, Fionn defeats Benandonner. In another, Fionn hides from Benandonner when he realises that his foe is much bigger than he is. Fionn's wife, Oonagh, disguises Fionn as a baby and tucks him in a cradle. When Benandonner sees the size of the 'baby', he reckons that its father, Fionn, must be a giant among giants. He flees back to Scotland in fright, destroying the causeway behind him so that Fionn would be unable to chase him down.
Across the sea, there are identical basalt columns (a part of the same ancient lava flow) at Fingal's Cave on the Scottish isle of Staffa, and it is possible that the story was influenced by this.
In overall Irish mythology, Fionn mac Cumhaill is not a giant but a hero with supernatural abilities, contrary to what this particular legend may suggest. In Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry (1888) it is noted that, over time, "the pagan gods of Ireland [...] grew smaller and smaller in the popular imagination, until they turned into the fairies; the pagan heroes grew bigger and bigger, until they turned into the giants". There are no surviving pre-Christian stories about the Giant's Causeway, but it may have originally been associated with the Fomorians (Fomhóraigh); the Irish name Clochán na bhFomhóraigh or Clochán na bhFomhórach means "stepping stones of the Fomhóraigh". The Fomhóraigh are a race of supernatural beings in Irish mythology who were sometimes described as giants and who may have originally been part of a pre-Christian pantheon
The same location and a different day. The frost came and made a fog on the water. The trees, the ducks and the lights completed the atmosphere of the tale, a winter tale....
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OK, so I went over to visit my friend Wanda last week and told her their house looks like a fairy tale house. They also had 3 hummer feeders going - you can see one in the right corner. Their big back deck is full of potted flowers and fun yard sculptures. They live 10 minutes away and have had a black bear in their garage while we had one wandering our street recently. The difference is that they managed to get a shot of it while I did not! Anyway, she said I was welcome to post a photo just for fun. Have a good Sunday night ...
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“I believe that fairy tales, old and new, can help educate the mind. The fairy tale is the place of all hypotheses: it can give us keys to enter reality by new paths, it can help the child to know the world. "- Gianni Rodari
Maybe I had already put this video and probably used this quote, but a long time ago.
Thanks to all for the Christmas wishes, good continuation of the Holidays to you all, dear friends
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In Explore on 28 December 2020 #134
Photographed within the parkland at Studley Royal last week. Alas this Red Legged Partridge was lame as can be seen by the leg sticking out to the far right of this view. I can't imagine how this bird could have be saved.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are of getting the Christmas tree. We almost always went into the mountains to cut one down. One year all six of us piled into the front of our 66 Chevy truck for the trip. Another year my dad let us pick the tallest tree we could find. A tree trimmer by trade, he climbed up a hundred feet or so and cut the top off the tree. Some years we hiked for what seemed like a mile through the woods to try to find the perfect tree. I don't think the trees we found were any better than the ones right next to our truck, but this was more about the adventure than the tree. I'm not sure if we ever got a tree that actually fit in our house. Most years we'd have to lop off another three feet or so to get it to work. Of course we could have measured it in the mountains, but getting a tree that was too big became part of the yearly ritual.
This year I decided it was high time that we introduced an element of the ridiculous into our trip to get the Christmas tree. We didn't make it to the mountains, but we did manage to strap a hefty tree on top of our cargo bike, which we managed to walk home without crashing (barely). The kids were very proud of their effort.
I took this picture with my phone before we started our journey home. It was almost dark so the image was pretty noisy. I tried to use this to my advantage when processing it. With the old building in the background and no cars in sight, I thought the picture looked like it might have been taken years ago. I hope that years from now our children will come across this picture and remember our Christmas tree adventure.
Feel free to share your own traditions in the comments section. It's fun to hear about other people's traditions, particularly when they involve a bit of silliness.
Capriccio, 2019 by Eva Jospin, Noordbrabants Museum, Den Bosch, exhibition "PaperTales"
see also my blog: pienw.blogspot.com/2021/07/paper-tales.html