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..... with this beautiful, young, light-coloured Great Horned Owl. It was just so perfect. Three adults tethered nearby were also quite pale in colour. I know some people feel that photographing birds that are not out in the wild is cheating. I kind of agree, though I think it's fine as long as someone says where it was taken. I have seen and photographed many owls in their natural habitat, but I still love seeing them at the Alberta Birds of Prey Centre in Coaldale, southern Alberta.
This summer, we have had practically no 'normal' summer days. They have been either too hot thanks to our endless heatwave, or too smoky thanks to all the wildfires in British Columbia and Alberta. The weather forecast for three days ago, on 3 August 2017, looked good; sunshine all day, with rain forecast on several of the coming days. I decided to finally do a drive all the way down south to near Lethbridge, so that I could again visit the Alberta Birds of Prey Centre in Coaldale. Last year, I did this drive for the very first time on my own and I wanted to make sure I didn't lose my courage to do it again. During the 511 kms that I drove, I had to ask for help with directions twice - both times in the same small hamlet! It was a hot day, with a temperature of 31C when I was at the Centre.
Though the forecast was for sun all day, there was no mention of the smoke haze that completely blocked out the mountains and pretty much the foothills, too. Very quickly, I was almost tempted to turn around and come home, but I had noticed rain in the forecast for some coming days. I reckoned I would still be able to photograph the fairly close birds at the Centre, which worked out fine.
Amazingly, I managed to make myself get up early that morning, and set off just before 8:30 am. My intention was to drive straight to Coaldale without stopping anywhere en route. Not an easy thing for me to do, as I much prefer driving slowly along the back roads rather than the less interesting highways. However, I knew it would take me a few hours to get there and I wanted to have as much time as possible down there. On the way home, I drove one dusty, gravel road, but saw nothing but a couple of Horned Larks perched on fence posts. A couple of old barns (that I had seen before) and a few scenic shots, were more or less all I took.
Twelve hours later, I finally arrived home, at 8:30 pm, totally tired out, and my car was just about out of gas. For the first time in the year that I have had this vehicle, the gas level warning light came on. Also, it surprises me that the oil change light has never come on, as I have done 8,500 km in just under 12 months. I was given free oil changes for the life of the car, but was told that I can't get them done until the light comes on, on the dashboard. Think I'd better contact the dealership and ask about this. Almost a year sounds far too long to not have an oil change. Later: after doing a bit of Googling last night, it seems that it is quite normal to have done this many km, or more, before the maintenance light comes on for getting a first oil change. My previous vehicle was 17 years old and things have obviously changed with newer cars!
Just came back from Barcelona opening my solo show at the Mecal Factory. It was lots of fun! If you're in Barcelona, it will be up until February 6th, you can still check it out :)
Beneath the dim, fractured glow of the streetlights, he walks alone, caught in an unending loop of memory and regret. He feels tethered to silence, deep as the night, while the world spins around him. His gaze is fixed on the rain-slicked ground, where each puddle reflects fractured pieces of his past—faces, feelings, fleeting warmth, all slipping away like water through cracked pavement. The ache in his chest beats in time with the steady rhythm of rain; each drop echoes words left unsaid, apologies never given. In the hollow space between the droplets, regret pools beneath him, a haunting reminder of what he’s lost and what he’ll never find again.
Mamiya 6MF, Ektachrome E100SW, digitised by photographing the original 60mm transparency on a light pad; tethered capture in Lightroom.
On the Icefields Parkway, Banff National Park.
Standing under the main tower of the Saeyeongyo Bridge, which was built to resemble the sail of Jeju's traditional log boat, Tewu. It was the first single cable-stayed bridge in Korea.
Seems I'm on a variations of a theme wagon bender again. I liked the H.I.M so much I decided to try out another one, this time a little more...creepy.
Based in a world of ritual and myth, the Oracle is summoned to give divine prophecies to those who seek them. It speaks without moving its mouth, and sees without eyes. Tethered to a tree, but able to move freely. Has a made up-py sounding mythos cos I literally just came up with this crap.
So let's do away with the fancy talk. The jist of this build is that it is a ritual ground for a being that can see into other worlds, and use this ability to predict the future in its world. It was once a free creature, a being capable of travelling between universes. Until of course someone managed to capture and enslave it, tying it to the universe it currently resides in.
It can only be summoned at night, via a ceremony that must be performed with the utmost care. It emerges from the dark, on the end of a tree branch, twisted and decrepit, and asks what question the summoner wants answered. It then goes into a meditative trance where it combs through universes, seeking an answer. It gives the answer via a story acted out by the black figures in the gold bowls, then retreats back into the darkness, vanished without a trace. Might be related to the Bloodteller from god knows how long ago, who really knows at this point.
Or it can do something and have origins you make up yourself, I dunno.
This was a fun build, got to re-use a few techniques I've used in other builds. Also made a tree which is...well not a first, but it's the first tie I've ever posted a build that includes one. It's a bit shite, but at least it's shrouded in darkness so you can't really tell. Might come back to it to make improvements, but it'll do for now.
That's the lot, be gone with you.
This shot is made up of 8 individual frames blended together rather sloppily in PS. I'll do a better version when there's time.
That feeling of being tied down or restrained. That rope that keeps you from spreading your wings too far.
I've been feeling rather trapped for quite some time....since about last summer actually. I feel like I have no idea which direction my life is supposed to be going in and that I don't even really know what I want. It's my brain that is keeping me tethered more than anything else.....
Another photo of a Bald Eagle at the Alberta Birds of Prey Centre in southern Alberta. A Bald Eagle is 31" long and has a wingspan of 80". It takes 4 to 5 years to acquire adult plumage. I have seen many Bald Eagles in the wild, but never this close.
"On 23 July 2007, I spent a wonderful day with a friend who had asked if I'd like to go to the Alberta Birds of Prey Centre, near Lethbridge, southern Alberta. It was just over a two-hour drive there and the temperature down south was 37C (roughly 98.6F)! They have injured birds there and they use them for educational purposes or to release back into the wild if possible.
This Centre is "Canada’s largest birds of prey facility. Situated on a 70-acre wetland area site, the centre is a celebration of nature featuring the hawks, falcons, eagles and owls of Alberta. Throughout the site and along the pathways, a number of birds of prey are sitting on their perches only feet away from visitors. These birds are all in various stages of training and some receive lots of exercise in the daily flying programs. At the centre, they have one of North America's largest captive breeding populations for the endangered Burrowing Owl."
2 small boats beside this fishing cabin are tethered down to prevent rising tides and extreme winds from carrying them away. One boat looks like it hasn't been used in many years. Taken near the village of Sakrisøy, Lofoten with Olstinden mountain in the background.
Fly they try and yet caught they are. Poor little birdies. Stuck here in Scarlet Sunday for all to see. Just as well because if they flew away? I'd have nothing to post.