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Los 14 ciudadanos anónimos del sorprendente grupo escultórico “Transición”, obra de Jerzy Kalina, representan a los desaparecidos durante la instauración de la ley marcial en Polonia en la noche del 13 de diciembre de 1981.
Viaje a Polonia # 29
Statement: The mirrored house changes constantly with its surroundings while the kaleidoscope distorts visual perceptions.
'The head of "strike anywhere" matches contain an oxidizing agent such as potassium chlorate together with tetraphosphorus trisulfide, P₄S₃, glass and binder. The phosphorus sulfide is easily ignited, the potassium chlorate decomposes to give oxygen, which in turn causes the phosphorus sulfide to burn more vigorously.'
I have captured some of this process in this image:)
Granules of the grinding wheel glow as they are kicked away from the contact point and then transition (disintegrate) into cool dust particles.
91101 'Flying Scotsman' wearing "Interzuma" livery heads a rake of VTEC liveried Mk4s through Askham on 17th October 2022
The seasons .... changing and unfolding. A metaphor for my need to interpret rather than make a literal representation. Many years ago I did silk screening and this image has that effect. Olga
This young moose calf was transitioning from it's light reddish coat to the darker brown of an adult. Most calves we saw were already in full brown...this was a late bloomer...
Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado.
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I found this leaf on the street a few weeks ago. By the time I had a chance to photograph it, it had dried a bit, but surprisingly, it retained most of its color. I taped it to a backlit window for a natural lightbox much stronger than my mechanical one. An 8-image focus stack.
The area shown is about 2 inches.
HMM, everyone!
Light snow covers a field with spring growth near Ririe, Idaho.
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What is the saying... "the only constant is change"? The change from day to night, the change from new to old, the change from sunlight to starlight. Even the Tetons in the background are still growing taller as the fault line shifts.
One from my Red Water project. Rather a complex abstract, but I enjoyed the transitions in the water slow caused by the mat of leaves on the bottom of the stream. It may not be obvious, but this was taken on the dullest of dull days.
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The sun rises over the Menan Buttes in the distance as seen from Market Lake on a still morning.
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Just as the rose bud appears, tightly cloaked in its winter coat,
the sun and warmth beckon...
Soon it opens to show its hidden beauty...
A new season has begun
called Transition.
In case you are wondering what this is, it is water running over a spillway. For perspective see photo next to it with notes that indicate where the photo was taken. It is roughly 4 to 6 feet from smooth water to first touch point.
Before nature spilled a large amount of white paint over our landscape a couple weeks ago, my photo spotter and I drove past this well-kept yet unused barn sitting on its own but very visible from the gravel road we were traveling on.
Few people today probably pay much attention to this relic of yesteryear as they speed by on their way to somewhere more important.
For multitudes of farm boys and girls back in the 1940s and 50s, spotting your barn from a lumbering yellow school bus that dully delivered farm kids to their homes throughout the school year was a sure sign the rest of your day was going to be different than what it had been for the last 7+ hours with your peers.
It is difficult for younger generations to grasp how different life was for farm students back then. Many of us did not live in homes that had TV until late in our high school years. Early on, many farm lads and lassies came from houses without indoor plumbing.
On our farm, we did not have electricity installed until 1949 and along with it came our first flush toilet, something my mother and sisters considered essential to life itself. Other than on really cold winter nights, the five boys were less impressed.
Unlike farm kids, modern conveniences were taken for granted in most homes in town. I remember sitting in class feeling a little left out when we had “Show and Tell” sessions and town kids would talk and laugh about TV programs that few of the farm kids had ever seen.
For nearly 8 hours a day during what seemed like an eternity of a school year, farm kids would step into a social world that was different than what they experienced when they stepped off the bus afterwards. The exit door near the front of the bus would clunk apart and our first steps off the bus would point us toward a life we knew better, a time of nurturing and feeding animals, scooping feed into bunks or tugging aimlessly on the hanging faucets of compliant cows.
Rather than running through neighborhoods with lots of friends like our town classmates, our social circle normally included a parcel of older siblings and a couple younger ones.
We competed for food, supremacy on spur of the moment ballgames and our nights often ended with a rousing board game on the cleared kitchen table containing a large stainless steel bowl of popcorn in the center and innumerable smaller bowls that were repeatedly filled with heavily buttered and salted popcorn.
Gradually as technology and transportation improved, farm kids were able to watch the same TV programs as their city cousins. They caught up with the social trends and ditched many of the farm-centric clothes that carried the labels of Lee, Dickies or Osh Kosh B'gosh. The differences between farm kids and town kids became less visible.
But in some older parents and grandparents there arose an unspoken, nagging feeling that maybe it was not all progress.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)