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The longest undercurrents in Europe. In the background is the Leotar mountain. Picture is captured in the city of Trebinje, RS, BiH.

The Grand Canal

 

Venice is an enchanting city that casts visitors under an intoxicating spell. It's dreamy and romantic, with an undercurrent of mystery and drama.

 

Venice, the capital of northern Italy’s Veneto region, is built on more than 100 small islands in a lagoon in the Adriatic Sea. It has no roads, just canals – including the Grand Canal thoroughfare – lined with Renaissance and Gothic palaces.

 

The central square, Piazza San Marco, contains St. Mark’s Basilica, which is tiled with Byzantine mosaics, and the Campanile bell tower offering views of the city’s red roofs.

 

2004 Photo (Canon PowerShot SD880, 1/125 @ f/2.8, ISO 80)

Venice is an enchanting city that casts visitors under an intoxicating spell. It's dreamy and romantic, with an undercurrent of mystery and drama.

 

Photo of a gondola on the Grand Canal… a place that fills your senses with sights and sounds of daily life in Venice.

 

Venice, the capital of northern Italy’s Veneto region, is built on more than 100 small islands in a lagoon in the Adriatic Sea. It has no roads, just canals – including the Grand Canal thoroughfare – lined with Renaissance and Gothic palaces.

 

The central square, Piazza San Marco, contains St. Mark’s Basilica, which is tiled with Byzantine mosaics, and the Campanile bell tower offering views of the city’s red roofs.

 

From the 2004 Archives

 

(Canon PowerShot S400, 1/200 @ f/2.8, ISO 50)

 

Edited to choice

Desert island late in the day.

 

Desert Island - Radiohead / A Moon Shaped Pool (2016)

Late in the Day - Supergrass / In It for the Money (1997)

 

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"LateNightTales" is a compilation album by The Cinematic Orchestra, which includes audio tracks by other artists. It is one of the albums that is part of the 46-album compilation series Late Night Tales and Another Late Night, a project created by the independent record label Night Time Stories Ltd.. A strange album... an excellent album... a different album.

 

The Cinematic Orchestra - LateNightTales (2010)

 

Behold The Day - Wayne Henderson / The Freedom Sounds* Featuring Wayne Henderson – Soul Sound System (1968)

Wayne Henderson is regarded as one of the greatest jazz trombonists.

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Aht Uh Mi Hed - Shuggie Otis / Inspiration Information (1974)

 

Electric Counterpoint: III. Fast - Steve Reich / Steve Reich - Kronos Quartet, Pat Metheny – Different Trains (1989)

 

Living Beats · DJ Food / Jazz Brakes Volume 4 (1993)

 

La Ritournelle - Sébastien Tellier / Politics (2004)

 

Cumulus - Imogen Heap / Speak for Yourself (2005)

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Three Hours - Nick Drake / Five Leaves Left (1969)

 

Nick Drake's enormous sensitivity was reflected in the undercurrent written in his lyrics. "Three Hours" explains the idea of longing for something better that cannot be found in the places where we live. Three hours away is what Jeremy needs for his symbolic spiritual journey in search of a better life, in search of someone to be his master or someone to be his slave, symbols of something he wants or something he needs or longs for. To find in a person, refuge from the daily pressures of the city and life. Three hours away is what Jacomo needs for his physical journey, to get away from the city and his routine life in search of a place, a life or a story never heard, so that he can tell it when he returns. The song explains the search, for places or stories, questioning our own lives and decisions, in search of something much deeper.

 

A tres horas de la puesta de sol, Jeremy vuela con la esperanza de mantener el sol de sus ojos, al este de la ciudad. Y baja a la cueva en busca de un amo, en busca de un esclavo. A tres horas de Londres, Giacomo es libre llevando sus penas hasta el mar, en busca de una vida para contar cuando esté en casa. En busca de una historia que nunca se ha conocido. A tres horas de hablar, todo el mundo ha volado, no queriendo ser vistos por sí mismos. Tres horas se necesitan para alejarse de todos ellos. Tres horas para preguntarse. Y tres horas para caer. A tres horas del ocaso....

 

Three Hours - Nick Drake (1969)

 

PS: Mellum (deserted and uninhabited island). East Frisian Islands, Wadden Sea. Germany.

I have walked with you in the shallows, swam in your undercurrents, and splashed in your great divide.

I pull you up to me when your tides are low,

then, in turn, you reflect and help me grow.

A fog may settle in over time and an eclipse may occur.

I still slowly drift across you; ripples…deeply...stir.

There's one more thing I hope you realize;

I go through phases, but I'm always here for you to light up even your darkest skies.

Sincerely Yours,

The Moon

 

Happy Sunday Friends! I hope your week goes well and you go with the flow.

I'll catch up to you soon...some enchanted evening.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=mC9iJblOw4Q

There's a rainbow rising - always a magical vision.

 

Captured using: Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-W5

Capture date: 2009

Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio

macro abstract art

overtures undercurrents

bright fleeting shadows

 

These islands are the far reach of the Marlborough Sounds...

a system of drowned river valleys. I guess they're not only islands,

if I consider what's underwater... they're also mountains.

Watching over the river that went swimming in the sea.

If you zoom in.. you might see the strong currents that flow there.. even now :-)

 

comfort and joy ;-)

 

and for those inclined: 'Krivo polska' played by Hazelius Hedin · Esbjörn Hazelius · Johan Hedin on the album 'Sunnan' :

www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGtt_iqEIUw

 

( thank you for the music - you know who you are :-)

 

comments off for now

thanks to all for the quiet company here..

sincerely, it's a happiness to share it.

 

A bumble bee working hard.

This is the mighty Waikato River in NZ. It is the longest river in NZ and it's max depth is 41 feet. The power of the undercurrent means that it is not safe to swim although there are spots along the bank where you can swim (at your own risk). A few images earlier you will see the Huka Falls which is about a mile from this spot.

 

Wikipedia info below :

 

The Waikato River is the longest river in New Zealand, running for 425 kilometres (264 mi) through the North Island. It rises in the eastern slopes of Mount Ruapehu, joining the Tongariro River system and flowing through Lake Taupo, New Zealand's largest lake. It then drains Taupo at the lake's northeastern edge, creates the Huka Falls, and flows northwest through the Waikato Plains. It empties into the Tasman Sea south of Auckland, at Port Waikato. It gives its name to the Waikato Region that surrounds the Waikato Plains.

This is a close-up shot of a bottle glass window pane.

Where are you going? To the sea? Wait for low tide

Or rather to admire?

Swan lady...

The river will carry you in the evening and in the morning

You're already pulling undercurrent

Perhaps you can safely sail to the weir

Kam pluješ? K moři? Počkej na odliv

Či spíš na obdiv?

Labutí dámo

Ke břehu řeka tě nese večer i ráno

Už tě strhává spodní proud

K jezu snad můžeš bez obav plout

www.youtube.com/watch?v=i52Sv2f-wm8 - Ariana Grande

The setting sun highlighted the ripples in sand bar below the pier as the glittering shallow waves forming ripples on the surface.

 

“Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.” ― Natalie Babbitt

River Alt. Just doing what it does best.

I closed my eyes after I prayed and decided to let the Holy Spirit be my guide.

He took me along the surface of the rolling waves, then we dove in deep to the undercurrents and riptides.

We floated until we arrived where the water meets the sand. Then we began to walk until we reached dry land.

We frolicked across the rolling hills and fertile ground.

We walked further into the heart of Mother Nature and this is what we found:

 

Her heart was encased on the outside with warm jeweled tones of red, orange, and gold.

However, the inside was different; true treasures and riches it did hold.

Once I saw it, I wanted more and more. So I eagerly went to touch it to see what was at the very core.

Piercing the heart of hearts I did find something quiet, tender, and most profound. Her heart glowed blue; enflamed intense heat, overpowering and true... yet it was somehow on the ground.

I asked the spirit why it doesn't burn everything away.

He said, "My child, a pure heart won't destroy or decay. A pure heart will burn with passion, yes. A pure heart will wait to be picked up. A pure heart will continually love and bless. You see, love is the secret to youth. It is the well-spring of life in which all flows and is constantly renewed.

There is one thing you should know; love is a choice.

You choose to warm the heart of another soul and help it grow.

Mother Nature creates the seasons, but she is not seasonal. If you choose to take her and put her first, she will help you blossom in ways you previously thought were unfeasible.

Her love she will not hide. She will awaken the dawn in you and pull you in at noontide.

She will gently kiss you every sunset and in the midnight of age. She will always bring her light and lift your foggy haze.

All it takes is one leaf to float away....

One leaf from her heart is the start of an Eternal Spring."

 

Happy First Day of Fall!

I look forward to catching up with you all.

I hope your heart is happy and well.

I hope you have joy and someone who makes your heart swell. :)

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wtlpa41PNQ

 

…cuz I’m not easily impressed (generally). “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

 

Edgar Allan Poe believed that meaning in literature should be an undercurrent just beneath the surface. Works with obvious meanings, he wrote, cease to be art. He believed that work of quality should be brief and focus on a specific single effect. Fellow critic James Russell Lowell called him "the most discriminating, philosophical, and fearless critic upon imaginative works who has written in America”. “In criticism, I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

Currently @ DaphneArts Gallery a Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe. And don’t forget,

“Art is to look at not to criticize.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

 

Dig & bury to this song:

Da Vosk Docta - Hyper//Reality

youtu.be/g3s9yj22VcU

seen from the ferry to Pender Island on this day two years ago.

Version 2.0 is the second studio album by American rock band Garbage. It was released on May 11, 1998. With this album, the band aimed to improve and expand upon the style of their 1995 eponymous debut rather than reinventing their sound. Lead singer Shirley Manson wrote dark, introspective lyrics, which she felt complemented the songs' melodies.

 

Building on framework sound and style Garbage established on their debut set, Version 2.0 featured musical references to the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s, songs featuring live strings, over 100 recorded tracks, and an interpolation of the Beach Boys and The Pretenders. The band said that the goal of Version 2.0 was to create a "rapprochement between the high-tech and low-down, the now sound and of golden memories." Butch Vig stated that the band did not want to reinvent their sound, as they "felt that we had carved our own turf on the first record and we wanted to take everything we did and make it better".

 

While Garbage had lyrical input from all band members, Manson was responsible for all the lyrics in Version 2.0.[5] Consequently, it was described by Manson as "more direct and more personal than the first. I was able to verbalize things a little clearer this time—I mean, I'm no Nick Cave, I'm never gonna be Bob Dylan. I do what I can to express myself."[4] The singer "tried to let the darker undercurrents come through to offset some of the pop melodies", adding that "like human beings, songs shouldn't be one-dimensional"

(from Wikipedia)

 

Happy 25th anniversary, Version 2.0!

 

"...Somebody get me out of here

I'm tearing at myself

I've got to make a point these days

To extricate myself

Somebody get me out of here

I'm tearing at myself

Nobody gives a damn about me

Or anybody else

 

And still you call me co-dependent

Somehow you lay the blame on me"

 

youtu.be/XTy1Y97NiAg

 

Explore position: 70 on Saturday, May 13, 2023

Along the Kancamagus Highway, New Hampshire

This is the weathered surface of an usual, spacecraft-like sculpture called 'Time Top' by Jerry Pethick that sits near the water in False Creek under the Cambie Street Bridge. I played around with processing it for the Sliders Sunday group.

The town of Borgarnes is seen across Borgarfjörður (Icelandic pronunciation: ​[ˈpɔrkar̥ˌfjœrðʏr̥]), a fjord in the west of Iceland. Though it appears calm on the surface the fjord is known for its significant undercurrents.

Oils on canvas 50cm x 50cm

 

2014

 

Something different - some may not like this but I have been experimenting with a partially traditional picture split between an abstract form to describe an alternative view.

 

In this picture I have tried to express that underneath a calm veil of apparent normality there is often an undercurrent of turmoil or something else which is in conflict with our perceived view.

 

The normality is underlined by the retaining posts which are used to strengthen the banks of the river and therefore reinforce the view that all is under control, although what lies beyond is obscured.

 

Nothing is ever as it appears on the surface.

Have a wonderful weekend friends and beware of undercurrents ;-)

 

Reactions welcomed on the painting.

I appreciate all your comments.

 

This is a view of Borgarfjörður (Icelandic pronunciation: ​[ˈpɔrkar̥ˌfjœrðʏr̥]), a fjord in the west of Iceland near the town of Borgarnes. Though it appears calm on the surface it is known for its significant undercurrents.

Hakata Canal City

Fukuoka City, Kyushu, Japan

 

Silver Tone Filter

I keep getting jolted by a seeming acceleration in the passage of time. It's said to get worse with advancing age, and for that I'm well qualified. It's not like dropping a brick on your foot. It's more like a never-ending succession of pin pricks. I watched the full moon rising last night and thought how it couldn't possibly be four weeks already since the last one. Every glance at a calendar has the same effect. A month no sooner begins and we're suddenly two or three weeks in and the next one just around the corner. One of my visual time yardsticks are the local crop fields. I shot this photo recently looking straight up through cornstalks. The tops literally towered over my head. My inspiration was the thought that you could actually see the stalks growing before your eyes.

 

I was in this same place just a couple of months ago and the stalks were little more than tiny sprouts. Already they are beginning to enter the end of their growth cycle. Even my humble vegetable garden already looks spent. My mind reels at the prospect that we're on the verge off another autumn. Nothing I do slows the pace. Stay busy or do nothing. It really doesn't matter. Nothing to be done about it. It just amplifies an undercurrent of mild anxiety that precious life is moving at the same apparent speed as the calendar pages. Fuels the need in me to make every second count. Doesn't necessarily mean being active every waking moment. Has much more to do with appreciating them.

The Boca Prins beach lies within Arikok National Park on Aruba. This narrow bay has, in geological terms, only recently 'dried up'. About 1000 years ago, this bay was much further inland. Research indicates that the vegetation was lush and even spores of ferns have been found.

Although the sea might seem welcoming, swimming is strictly prohibited as undercurrents are an ever-present danger.

Not sure if I can tell about it. Ah - never mind.

I started a habit of listening to 20 albums a month that I have never heard before. It helps widen my horizons and keep me invested in new music, as well as introduce me to old music I never experienced.

 

The one undercurrent in this is that I always look for and connect with music that is driven with passion. There's no greater waste than creating something that has no heart or soul, and when you find that passionate music, it lives on and on.

 

Theme: Guitar Tuesday

Year Fourteen Of My 365 Project

 

Dos horas de viaje hasta la Liencres para encontranos una galerna que no nos dejo fotografiar practicamente nada.

Sorry for the delay in posts recently everyone. I have been quite busy of late and have not had a chance to catch up on posting. I have many Iceland photos to share with my Flickr friends, and also just returned from an amazing trip backpacking in the Canadian Rockies. Hope everyone is having a great week.

 

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Hjørundfjorden Fjord ~ Sunnmøre Alps ~ Møre og Romsdal, Norway

 

Nikon D7500, Nikkor 18-300, ISO 400, f/10.0, 26mm, 1/250s

Body: Lara from Maitreya

Head: Catya from Catwa

Skin and Shape: Wendy for Catwa new from Glam Affair at Collabor88

Hair: Aly free group gift from Fabia available from Free Dove

Top and Skirt: Free Dove Gift from AvaGirl available from Free Dove

Glove: Fingerless new from Virile at eBENTO

 

Location: La Vie

Kakita River is an undercurrent of the Mt. Fuji range. About 8,500 years ago, a great eruption of Mt. Fuji brought amount of lava to Kakita River. The lava, named " Mishima Yoganryu--the Mishima Lava Flow", is characterized by its many holes, which makes it easy to water to go through it. The Flow is estimated about 100 million tonnage per day.

 

富士山周辺に降った雨や雪が水を通し易い多孔質層の三島溶岩流の間を地下水と成って約40km離れた所に大量に湧き出ます。柿田川と成るその湧水量は約100万㌧と推定されてます。

 

21世紀に残したい日本の自然百選(1983年)

日本名水百選(1985年)

ふるさと いきものの里100選(1989年)

静岡県のみずべ100選(1991年)

国指定天然記念物(2011年)

ユネスコ世界認定ジオパーク(2018年)

Cuando ya ha pasado un rato desde que se ha ido el sol, las luces se equilibran, y eso facilita la labor del fotógrafo.

 

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Sur le piste de storm Ellen

 

Late summer water acting-up like deep midwinter surge - iodine thrills and frothy spills.

 

We witnessed three rescues; two 'tellings off', and one more complex rescue that was probably less serious than it appeared, but still people visibly taken out to sea by currents (leaving the camera frame from its fixed point of view). During this period of around 48hrs several people lost their lives along a long Atlantic coast that joins Brittany with the Biscay. The need for complex breathing and swimming skills, experience and local knowledge of very powerful undercurrents (Baïnes) tend to come with experienced surfers and sea swimmers, but can be a challenge for the quickly confident and inexperience. The people in this shot have chosen well their spot on a gradient of sand and probably understood what to expect...

 

Shooting near wind and fine sand, I took my backup K-50 and quite a fast 135mm - an M42 Auto Chinon at 2.8. The lens performed better than I expected and the K-50 is a trooper with a flat adapter.

Don't look like an "air"port to me. Atatürk Airport, İstanbul

Another revisited picture. A small undercurrent of freshening of the stream.

"Precious angel, under the sun

How was I to know you'd be the one

To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone

How weak was the foundation I was standing upon?"

 

- Bob Dylan

(A cover version because there is no decent YouTube audio of the original): www.youtube.com/watch?v=QagjBHpdLF8

 

Dylan recorded "Precious Angel" on his groundbreaking 1979 album, "Slow Train Coming". It shocked a lot of people because apparently Dylan had discovered being a "Born Again" Christian. But in fact Dylan had always had a deep undercurrent of biblical understanding based solidly on his Jewish background as Robert Zimmerman. And he had previous dealings with the so-called "Jesus People" movement of the 60s and early 70s.

 

The most impressive thing about this album, apart from the superb music (one of the highpoints of Dylan's career in my opinion), was the sheer creativity and brilliance of the lyrics. Well, you may say, all of Dylan's lyrics are brilliant, and certainly his Nobel Prize for Literature in 2017 backs this up. I won't argue. My point is that Dylan's Christian moment did not in any way soften his critical edge. In fact it sharpened it, because like the prophets of old, Dylan took an axe to the clichés of faith. It's right there in the opening lines of this lyric.

 

Dylan simply goes for the jugular. How are your life's foundations he asks? When everything of material benefit is taken away from you, on what rock do you stand? Precious Angel, please shine your light on me.

  

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