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1. Taking pictures a tool (camera), not a photographer.
2. The choice of tool limits the possibilities.
3. Experience allows him (instrument) less and less to limit their capabilities.
4. The ability to see is given only when the observer allows ...
5. The moment of observation is the real find ...
6. Training and mastering it defies. Training leads to poor imitations of the original.
7. Often the result should ripen, like wine. Although time is the understanding of the mind, therefore it is very speculative.
8. The meaning of all this is the process!
9. Let it be!
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lack of understanding breeds hatred of other people... we should try to tune-in... my travel diary, with musical innuendos by Björk and Mily A. Balakirev.
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Professor Lyra Everbane was born on a crisp February morning in 1999, in the enchanting wizarding village of Mould-on-the-Wold. The Everbane family, though not wealthy, was well-respected for their scholarly pursuits, particularly in magical folklore. Her mother, Moira, was a noted magical historian, while her father, Declan, was a wandmaker who specialized in rare woods. From an early age, Lyra was captivated by the legends her mother would recount by the hearth, tales of ancient heroes, magical beasts, and forgotten civilizations.
When she arrived at Hogwarts in 2010, Lyra was sorted into Hufflepuff, a choice that delighted her family. She embodied the house’s values of dedication, patience, and loyalty, often becoming the peacemaker among her classmates. Her warmth and kindness made her a favorite among her peers, while her determined work ethic ensured her success in her studies.
Lyra excelled particularly in History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures, and Herbology. She was captivated by how myths connected to magical creatures and the natural world. She spent much of her time in the Hogwarts greenhouses or on the grounds, seeking inspiration from nature and befriending the resident creatures. Her fascination with magical folklore deepened under the mentorship of Professor Sprout and later Professor Firenze, who encouraged her to view mythology as more than mere stories—tools of wisdom and prophecy.
After graduating in 2017, Lyra embarked on a journey across the wizarding world. She spent time with Veela in Eastern Europe, learned from centaurs in the Forbidden Forest, and even gained the trust of the reclusive Merfolk communities in Greece. These experiences expanded her understanding of myth as a bridge between cultures and magical practices.
Her travels earned her respect in academic circles, but Lyra always remained grounded, refusing to let accolades overshadow her desire to teach. She returned to Hogwarts in 2029 to become the Professor of Mythological Studies, determined to pass on her knowledge to future generations.
As a professor, Lyra's Hufflepuff traits shone through. Her classroom became a haven for all students, a place where they felt valued and encouraged. She filled her lessons with interactive experiences, bringing myths to life with illusions, enchanted relics, and the occasional magical creature. Her ability to make every student feel seen and supported made her a beloved member of the Hogwarts staff.
While her sunny demeanor endeared her to many, Lyra carried an air of quiet mystery. Rumors swirled among students about the source of her knowledge of Thestrals, and some speculated that her compassion stemmed from personal loss. Despite this, she remained a constant source of hope and wisdom, always reminding her students that even the darkest myths often held lessons of resilience and light.
Today, Professor Everbane continues to inspire young witches and wizards, weaving together the wisdom of the past and the promise of the future in her teachings. Her loyalty to her students, her love of magical lore, and her steadfast determination ensure that her legacy will endure at Hogwarts for years to come.
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“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion." Albert Camus.
For me, that means grabbing my camera, my better half, and getting away from the crowds. Haven't quite got to the point where I understand it all, though - including why Flickr introduced color banding in the sky of this image. Couldn't see it in the original.
Ode to a Graveyard
Where iron will fades into sleep
Where fair and foul square off in peace
Where crusty silence greets the morn
Where old is spent and fresh is born.
Where eternal grips with gnarled claw
Where moldy dew taps gentle paw
Where rock grows soft with clinging veil
Where wind entombs her endless wail.
Where steely stillness seeks the sun
Where sweetened dusk is never done
Where tender love creeps bleeding by
Where mothers mourn,
And lovers cry.
~~ Sheree Zielke ~~
(Graveyards, cemeteries, tombs: These are not morbid places to me, but are among the most enticing and compelling photo opportunities on the planet. This was shot on St. Lucia, near an old military base, Fort Charlotte. Thanks to our cabbie, Lewis, for understanding our request to take us where the tourists don't go.)
Energy is a physical property that we talk about, but have a difficult time understanding. It differs from mass in that we cannot hold it in our hands, Its all around us but we can't see it. It transforms ocean water into rain. Sends sparks of electricity through the clouds before a thunderstorm. Some scientist say that everything is nothing but energy, that mass is just a manifestation of energy. as is light, heat and motion.
Hiking along this beautiful Ozark stream one has to be struck by the powerful force of this water. Water that is not much different than the what flows through your tap (minus the chlorine). Except it has been energized.
I wanted to capture this flow of energy. To do this I hiked down a steep ravine and stood on the bank, bent down close to the surface of the water where it slammed up against granite rocks and exploded in splendor. Positioned my camera where the water almost jumped out of the banks in turmoil. I wanted you to see the turbulence, feel the force, smell the mist as it rises off the surface.
Tiemann Shut-Ins Trail
Madison County Missouri
Cell phone pic of CSX Q701 at Croton, NY. I passed it there around 05:00 and it was still there on my return at 14:45. To my understanding, it's STILL there as I post this at 22:00. Railroading at it's finest!
A photographer on flickr took a photo that inspired me to visit this place a couple decades ago. Revisiting this place over the years with skills I've acquired, it's fascinating to see how my impression and interpretation of this place changes.
In some sense it's unchanged, but over the years i've changed. Changed with a refreshed sense of understanding that's hopefully more deeper and profound.
In a photographer's sense, taking a more mindful sense of what's present and being intentional in lines, tones, and color.
I took one shot digitally and another couple shots with film. Still need to finish the roll of film, but I hope you enjoy this interpretation (however cliche photographing icons like this space is).
This was an example of a pattern that was both typical and unexpected: tight stretch pants, a bright stretchy t-shirt ... and high-heel shoes? There may be some straightforward explanation for this dress style, but it wasn't obvious.
While almost everyone walking past had a simple, straightforward combination of pants/dress, shirt/sweatshirt, jacket, and shoes -- there was also a "pattern" consisting of a number of odd exceptions. Strange hats (sometimes tinfoil), strange shoes, strange pants ... all kinds of strange things. It makes you wonder whether people actually pay any attention to the clothes that they throw onto themselves, or whether it's a deliberate attempt to gain attention on the street.
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As I’ve mentioned in a couple of recent Tumblr blog postings, I’m working on an exercise for a new class that I’ve started taking at the International Center of Photography (ICP) in the fall of 2015.( You can see the earlier Tumblr postings here. and here.).
In addition to taking a bunch of photos (see the other Tumblr postings for details and descriptions of what the photos are supposed to illustrate), we also have the task of editing our images down to a maximum of 10 “presentation images” that we will share with the ICP class next week. When our instructor, Joanne Dugan, asked me last week if I anticipated having any problems with this aspect of the assignment, I shrugged and said, “No, I do this all the time …”
Well, yes and no: I do do a lot of editing/winnowing of my photos before deciding which ones should be shared with anyone else. But I had forgotten that I also do a lot of cropping, color-adjustment, tweaking, and general post-processing before I upload my photos to Flickr, Facebook, or even Instagram. For this particular ICP exercise, we were also told not to crop the photos, and not to do any post-processing. That makes things a lot more difficult …
On the other hand, part of the exercise is to assemble and share a maximum of ten photos that collectively tell a “story” of some kind – and to “tell” that story with anywhere from a word, to a sentence, to a paragraph for each of the photos. That makes things a lot easier … after all, if a photo has to be presented in isolation, then it truly stands alone. And it is intended to be viewed without any accompanying text, then it really stands alone. There’s nothing wrong with that; indeed, one might argue that that’s the whole point of photography: a picture should “tell” a story all by itself, without any extraneous verbiage to “explain” what might not be obvious to the viewer.
But not very many things exist in complete isolation of the rest of the universe, especially in today’s interconnected world. I suppose some people would debate that point quite vigorously; and some people might argue that a photograph of a person, place, or thing should be able to “stand alone” without anything else. I certainly have seen photos that fall into this category, and I suppose I’ve taken a few like that, too. Or, maybe if I never intended my photos to be considered in complete isolation from one another, perhaps that’s how some people prefer to look at them …
But for me, that’s a pretty rare phenomenon. Almost always, I find myself telling a story. The photographs obviously present one “dimension” of the story, in a visual form; and I’ve been trying to remind myself lately that videos can present can present one, and sometimes two, additional dimensions (motion and sound) that can add enormously to the viewer’s understanding and appreciation of the underlying story.
But even if one uses only traditional photos, I find that it’s almost impossible for me to crate (or make, or take) one photo by itself; invariably, I take dozens, if not hundreds or even thousands, which collectively tell a story. It may be a story about someplace I’ve been, or some event in which I’ve participated, or some individual (or group of individuals) that I want the viewer to know and appreciate in more detail than would be possible to communicate in a single photo.
And then there are the words … maybe it’s because I spend part of my time as a writer and teacher that I find it almost impossible not to augment my photos with words. Lots of words. Indeed, sometimes far too many words; and sometimes clumsy words, or the wrong words. And I do realize that there are times when the situation would be improved if I would just shut up, and let the photograph do all of the communication. But for better or worse, I guess I’m a photojournalist.
With that in mind, I began the process of editing the photos for my recent ICP assignment. Here’s what I found:
1. It’s not as easy as one might think, when you start with a large number. I began winnowing the original images when I had 2,700 (after 9 days of shooting), and I still had 5 days of shooting left).
2. It’s much more difficult than I had imagined, given the constraints of my ICP class: no cropping, no post-processing, and a maximum of only 10 images. I’ve worked within those constraints for the final images that I’m submitting to the ICP class; but for these Flickr uploads, I’ve ended up with 40-45 images – and they have been heavily cropped, tilted, color-corrected, noise-dusted, and tweaked in various other ways. C’est la vie…
3. Using the collection of photos to “tell a story” is both easier and harder than I thought it would be. I’m including these background notes in all of the photos that get uploaded to Flickr … because I’ve learned (form past experience) that some visitor will zoom in on just one particular photo, without necessarily looking at all of them, and/or without seeing the overall notes for the entire album. And I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to write a few sentences to provide the background details for each photo … but whether they “flow” and create one overall, coherent “story” remains to be seen.
4. Aside from a narrative “story,” there are some “themes” that I noticed throughout this entire two-week exercise. The most significant one was exactly what I had anticipated: patterns. If you are lucky enough to sit in the same spot at the same time, day after day, you see the same rhythms, the same people, the same repetitions of life’s little actions and emotions. Many people have the opportunity to see these patterns, because they do follow the same schedule, day after day, on their way to their job or their school. But some of us have irregular routines, and any, most of us don’t pay any attention. If you slow down, and pay attention, you’ll see the patterns.
But sometimes the pattern involves uniqueness – i.e. strange and unusual people or events that seem to happen only once. But I have to keep reminding myself that my visits have lasted only two weeks; if I was here for a month, or a full season, or perhaps an entire year – then perhaps I would see these strange incidents repeating themselves
5. Another theme – which I did not anticipate, but was delighted to see – was the pervasive sense of affection and caring between and among everyone on the street. Mostly it was apparent in the interactions between parents and children; but sometimes it was between dog-owners and the dogs they were walking; sometimes it was between friends who happened to be walking along together; and sometimes it was between complete strangers and me, as the strangers would smile and nod and say “hello” if they noticed I was watching them. It was a great experience.
Moving through unfamiliar movements in familiar situations, thisdance explores and challenges dancers’ understanding of their ownbodies and ways of moving.
Choreographer: Tan Bee Hung
when someone can truly look into you and know you and really see what you are and how you think and what you would do. when someone has been looking for so long for the things that they have always had within themselves, but needed the right mirror. the right mirror.
double exposure on the hasselblad.
.......85 TO 90% of this RED-TAILED HAWK's diet composed of small rodents, with rabbits, snakes and lizards included.(Image taken in Cranberry Marsh, Whitby, Ontario,Canada.)
Interesting facts:This bird is also known in the U.S. as a "chicken hawk." They may target chickens as preys. As a consequence, dead hawks hanging from fences and lying under trees and power poles are mute evidence that shooters, not understanding the economic or esthetic importance of raptors, or perhaps unaware of protective laws, still kill them indiscriminately.....(www. desertUSA.com)
Comet NEOWISE as seen from the stone window of the Dee Wright Observatory along Rt 242 of McKenzie Pass. The stone observatory, built in 1935 by the CCC is for observation of the volcanic peaks along the Cascade Mountains of Oregon. Nearby, just to the south, is the Majestic North Sister volcano. However, it proved to be a wonderful viewing point for the comet.
A new understanding of Mars is beginning to emerge, thanks to the first year of NASA's InSight lander mission. Findings described in a set of six papers published Feb. 24 reveal a planet alive with quakes, dust devils and strange magnetic pulses.
Brad Zavodsky is the mission manager for InSight as part of NASA Marshall Space Flight Center’s Planetary Missions Program Office. Marshall’s chief scientist, Renee Weber, is a co-investigator on the mission and has been part of InSight since its inception in 2010.
InSight is the first mission dedicated to looking deep beneath the Martian surface. The two largest quakes detected by NASA's InSight appear to have originated in a region of Mars called Cerberus Fossae. Scientists previously spotted signs of tectonic activity here, including landslides. This image was taken by the HiRISE camera on NASA's Mars Reconnaisance Orbiter.
Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/University of Arizona
"I have been told I've got a darkish personality. A few times."
Takahashi swings his trombone case from his right shoulder to his left. Then he says, "It's not as if our lives are divided simply into light and dark. There's shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does. And to acquire a healthy intelligence takes a certain amount of time and effort. I don't think you have a particularly dark character."
~ Haruki Murakami (After Dark)
Listening to the stories of others and putting yourself in their shoes can go such a long way toward greater understanding and being better equipped for whatever lies before you. It is amazing how different a scenario can look when you have a perspective-shift and begin to view the world through the eyes of another.
This photo is from Sylvan Lake at Custer State Park in South Dakota.
When a step sends us sliding on a glass land,
we learn wariness.
We’ll believe second, letting others take the lead;
examining the benefits of believing -
an environment much won.
As life’s afternoons disappear
and the daily dark comes so soon,
we mark any opposite with warning -
too busy alive, being one...
A thin divide,
we step out onto glass each waking day,
an average magazine couple
come in years to material age,
learning the new dozen mean words
we use along the red answer -
and that’s
only consistent
with how we see ourselves and our lives
on the hungry edge...
not much more than idea animals
of spot purpose and chance effect.
And that glass plane so square
we try to walk on...
Wouldn’t we stick suggested to what felt familiar?
Glass like ice, cold for space...
Beneath us lies a proper place
for hungry lives to go for nourishment...
We, an all-season age
entered upon
now huge minutes;
a found notice lay growing;
a solution of bread and fishes to hunger,
seeing the glass now clear and limitless beneath -
and that makes us question
what we’ve believed to be...
what we’ve believed to be
those fatal edges where the drop has horror to it...
Maybe they’re there – maybe not...
and even if they are – those limits so like walls
despite their opposite fall –
now we know, seeing clear beneath us,
that down there beneath us,
where we for so long
have lived apart
only on the sliding surface,
used to choring effort just to keep a level pace –
that down there beneath us...
grows the rest of us...
alive in this same life...
as much of us as any waking day can win,
and more than we can ever know...
and if we didn’t try to find that out –
what more we may become –
what opens up our afternoons,
multiplies our hunger in so many other ways -
even as our taste is satisfied by fishes
and miraculous bread...
if we didn’t try to find that out –
as worlds swing open wide –
where’s the fun in that?
© Keith Ward 2006
Re: "On A Glass Land" - Punctuation has been revised from the version of the poem appearing in my book "Hit Head On." Also, italics was added for this online version. Originally I added italics to simulate the way I deliver the poem in oral presentation, but it seemed to muddy the reading of it more than clarify a difficult poem; so I removed the "emphasis" italics.
The photo was taken at Dickinson College in Carlisle, PA, on Monday March 27. I'd completed the second weekend class in a course on Life Coaching - something that feels closer than anything encountered in my 50 years to being what I want to do when I grow up - and took Monday off too. There was percolating from the weekend goin' on. I drove west in the early morning, not knowing where I would end up or what I'd be doing exactly - just that I wanted to walk, to think, to contemplate, to take pictures, and to read the course materials. On impulse I turned off Route 81 and entered the city, and by following something undefined in me, parked near the college. I walked for a long time - through the campus, then out into residential streets. It was a mulling stroll, not my usual exercise walk (when I do walk, that is - I've been out of the habit lately). The rest of the morning was spent reading, most of the time outside in the sun, sitting in a chair in a grassy courtyard at the law school, the wind clicking the branches of the trees.
I'm on a glass land alright... It's not been once and done - discovering my layer habitat, then keeping that learning. Relearning, I've found, has had to be built into my way of living - reinforcement of knowing - or else it fades... unknowing.... "Life is always pulling you away from the understanding of life." (Anne Morrow Lindbergh) Don't I know it! :)
On the way back to my car I noticed the reflection in the window you see in the photo, stopping abruptly a few paces past the window, then walking backwards to bring the reflection again into view. I might wish for a shot where the window's crosspieces were more symmetrical. But then the reflection wouldn't be like this. I worked with what I had, and made it what you see, enhancing the color and bringing out the blacks and oranges more. The trees reflected in the window were distorted in the first place, the window making them more so. (Check it out on the larger size setting - the intricate lines and the colors are really cool.)
There's something about the photo that speaks to me... the separate panes too... It's not what I originally had in mind for a photo accompanying "On A Glass Land" - I'd thought I'd use something that was definitely evocative of a walking surface - something that would match the theme of there being a "beneath." This photo isn't like that. Literally, anyway. Yet it seems to work with the poem.
And that's one of the best qualities of life and living, ya know? The possibilities... The never knowing from one moment to the next what sure plan will marvelously transmute in a sense of wonder... and through that wonder, for that moment and maybe longer yet, it all feels different... the world... you... You know with certainty that the world and you and everything really is like this - the way you now see it... and potential fills where habit and daily plodding normally live...
There's the fun in that...
"Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace..."
- John Lennon
The sudden cut of loss and realization is painfully sharp.
Acceptance and understanding is elusive; the suffering deeper still.
Late Sunday afternoon I went to Seymour Mountain. On each anniversary of my accident, I try to visit and go for a walk. After just missing sunset at the parking lot I took my headlamp and camera gear for a hike to Dog Mountain. Not much snow but plenty of quiet time to revisit my fall, 7 years ago now.
January 17, 2007
Simon and I went for a snowshoe hike around the east side of Seymour and went up Runner Peak. During the traverse back, about 1/2 hour from the ski runs, I fell. A long way. 600 feet below I ended up at Theta Lake. My backpack & coat ripped from my body, never to be found again. One boot and snowshoe gone. Broken shoulder, missing teeth and a neck fracture. Blood. Disorientated and cold. Though truth be told, I was very lucky to be in such good condition.
Nearly impossible to hike down but Simon makes it halfway regardless. Relieved to hear me alive, he manages to call for help. Somehow within 40 minutes and moments before dark sets in, a helicopter comes in and drops off 2 men. I clearly remember their headlamps coming towards me. I'm pretty sure I was mumbling and yelling, wondering why the helicopter had gone away. One of them told me to shut up. I had just met Tim Jones.
It took about an hour to reach the viewpoint at the end of the trail. Most of the fog below had disappeared so I sat down and decided to wait for a bit. Maybe the colder night air would bring the low cloud cover back. Besides, just sitting there gave me a chance to look up at the stars and check things out in my head.
January 18, 2007
Tim & Gord had wrapped me up within a heated blanket. They kept me alive. I think Tim's outer layer was a garbage bag with arm holes cut in it. How they had kept warm overnight I have no idea. I didn't know it at the time but Tim has been involved in over 1,500 rescues during his time with NSR since 1987. I couldn't have been in better hands.
SAR personnel had mobilized and were sent in to assist. The first group of 5 made it in before the worsening weather and terrible snow conditions forced everyone else to turn back for their own safety. Thank you Jeff, Bruce, Doug, John & Rollie. We were badly in need of help. The snow continued to fall. At one point a loud rumble headed down towards us, stopping within throwing distance. Unable to see what had happened I asked what was that. Tim replied, "Mother Nature". That avalanche forced the group to move base camp. They dug a snow cave and put me inside. I spent the next 14 hours within the hole. There was no getting home today. They all suffered worse than me I'm sure.
After realizing that only a few lingering clouds would make their way back over the city, I took this photo and packed up. No one else was out here. I headed back just before 7pm. When I passed First Lake I was surprised to hear what sounded like people above. Seemed unusual to me. Later along the trail I bumped into 3 paramedics who were on their way to help with a cardiac arrest near Dinky Peak. I gave them a hand carrying some of their heavy gear. I thought about asking if Tim was up here, as I hadn't seen him in a while, but it seemed inappropriate as they were on an emergency call so it never came up. [Tim Jones is an advanced life-support paramedic and paramedic-in-charge for the B.C. Ambulance Service in North Vancouver] On the way, they were told via radio, that another group were bringing the subject down the mountain. So we returned to the parking lot, where I left them and all the other many rescue personnel.
January 19, 2007
There was talk of a insane 10+ hour rope rescue to lift me out of this bowl if the deep clouds continued to prevent an air rescue. But finally a small opening appeared in the afternoon, and a helicopter popped in. They basically tossed me in while it hovered just above the frozen lake. Inside the helicopter and on the way to the hospital, I was laying down on the legs of Curtis Jones, Tim's son.
I simply would not have survived had his father not risked his life to rescue me. Words cannot not express the gratitude my family continues to feel towards him. I don't recall ever hearing Tim or any of the others complaining, even though none of them could have been comfortable. These volunteers are heroes in my books.
After giving a Mexican hitchhiker a ride down the mountain I received a shocking text telling me who had died on Seymour that night. The facts all tumbled into place. Tears began to fall. And the local outdoor community was devastated. Tim Jones had passed away from a heart attack.
Tim had an amazing spirit and strength. Determined and passionate. He was a larger-than-life leader of North Shore Rescue. I know he will be missed deeply by his team, friends & co-workers.
My deepest condolences to his family. I can't imagine the grief you must be feeling right now.
The Egg Nebula is a preplanetary nebula, created by a dying star in the process of becoming a planetary nebula. Planetary nebulas have nothing to do with planets – the name arose when 18th century astronomers spotted them in their telescopes and thought they looked like planets. Instead, they are the remnants of material expelled by Sun-like stars in the later stages of their lives.
The preplanetary nebula phase is extremely short-lived in astronomical terms – only a few thousand years. This makes them rare objects and, combined with the fact that they are quite faint, rather difficult to spot. The Egg Nebula, located around 3000 light years from us, was the first of its kind to be discovered in the 1970s. This image is based on observations performed in the mid 1990s by the Wide Field and Planetary Camera 2 (WFPC2) on the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope.
During the preplanetary nebula phase, the central star periodically sheds its outer layers, which are then illuminated by the dying star at the centre. Eventually the star stops shedding material and the core remnant heats up, exciting the expelled gas so that it glows brightly and becomes a planetary nebula.
The dark band, sweeping beams, and criss-crossing arcs in this image can reveal a lot about the complex environment of a dying star. The central band is a cocoon of dust hiding the star from view.
Beams of light emanate from the obscured star, and it is thought that they are due to starlight escaping from the ring-shaped holes in the dusty cocoon that surrounds the star. The holes are possibly carved by a high-speed stream of matter, although the cause of these jets are unknown. The spoke-like features are shadows cast by blobs of material within the region of the holes in the cocoon.
Numerous bright arcs intersect the beams: these are shells of matter ejected by the star. The arcs are like tree rings, and can tell us something about the object's age as they reveal that the rate of mass ejection has varied between 100 and 500 years throughout its 10 000 year history. The gas is expanding at a rate of 20 km/s and matter has been detected out to a radius of 0.6 light years, providing an estimate of the amount of matter in the nebula.
This image was previously published on NASA's and ESA's Hubble websites.
Credit: Raghvendra Sahai and John Trauger (JPL), the WFPC2 science team, and NASA/ESA
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else I saw very recently!!
Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!
The Gelati Monastery, was inscribed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1994. Founded in 1106 AD by King David IV (David the Builder, ruled 1089-1125 AD) and the site of his tomb, a wall surrounds the monastery complex within which are: The 12th century Church of the Nativity of the Virgin; Two 13th century churches, the Church of St. George and the Church of St. Nicholas; A 13th century bell tower; The 12th century Academy of Gelati building, which was a center of science and education; And other structures including monk’s quarters.
UNESCO notes: “The monastery is richly decorated with mural paintings from the 12th to 17th centuries, as well as a 12th century mosaic in the apse of the main church, depicting the Virgin with Child flanked by archangels. Its high architectural quality, outstanding decoration, size and clear spatial quality combine to offer a vivid expression of the artistic idiom of the architecture of the Georgian “Golden Age” and its almost completely intact surroundings allow an understanding of the intended fusion between architecture and landscape.” In addition to the tomb of David IV, other royal graves are found on the grounds including those of Demetrius I (died 1156), George III (died 1184), Vakhtang II (died 1292), George V (died 1346), Bagrat VI (died 1748), and Solomon II (died 1815). Tradition holds that Queen Tamar the Great is buried here, however her tomb has yet to be found.
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Original Slide Scan, Photographer unknown.
Approx. 30 year's ago, I purchased a number of original slides (with copyright) most of which probably haven’t been seen before, especially, on flickr. I have no written information to hand of the details of any picture, subsequently, please feel free to leave a comment if you know locations, dates, loco numbers etc, etc, it would be much appreciated. A few of the photos have the locos adorning a proper headcode, so, these are obviously taken any time up to the mid-1970s, I have been able to work out a couple of details through my personal railway employment knowledge.
I have uploaded these at a low resolution, please don't copy / download without my prior permission.
I only collect slides on the understanding that the full copyright transfers over to me, if you believe there to be a copyright issue with any of these photographs, then, please drop me an email.
Here is Vincent's Cypress tree through my 18mm Nikkor lens shortly after sunrise. Like all superwide angle lenses with large hemispherical front elements, optical aberrations result when strong directional light reaches the front element unshaded. The most intense source of direct light that I have access to is just behind the branch on the right, and it is causing the orange and yellow blobs you see. This is called ghosting, fitting for a tree inhabited by a Dutch painter thats been dead since 1890! Reminds me of a quote: "To understand blue you must first understand yellow and orange". I am beginning to understand!