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Garden wall, New Plymouth, New Zealand
beholding
ceaseless watcher, behold your triumph,
apathetic eyes prying into weary flesh,
the beholding, isn't it an accurate name?
you have seized what little I had left.
and as I step onto the street,
I feel them stare into my every thought,
every dark impulse, every light deceit,
all this and more finally, horribly caught.
what else does a man have except his mind?
what can he depend on but privacy in contemplation?
the recorder clicks on, I hear the tape start to wind,
even now you record my damnation.
watching, watching, always watching,
from the eyes of the birds, from cameras mounted high,
I have never known such existential pain,
than to lose the little solitude I prized in my life.
and I have never felt such loathing,
and I have never felt such fear,
I cast my thoughts away, unknowing,
and it is with vile exultation you hear.
ALEXANDER PALMER
"All the world is but an eye, that watches, never bends."
September 9, 2023 - Lexington Nebraska
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Gear Packed & Primed! Drove west from Kearney out to Lexington Nebraska area. Once the warnings started to fire out in West Central Nebraska. It was time to do my thing. It was to see one of the last supercells of the summer of 2023 & I wasn't gonna miss out. This truly had incredible, beautiful structure. Was tornado warned & had all the right elements for what I do.
No I didn't see a Tor-nader that day. I got a few snaps of what I think was a wall cloud to the cell northwest of my location.
I was there for the structure & I got those incredible snaps... It is what I came for!
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I travel a lot of roads LESS TRAVELED than most in Nebraska due to what I do. After the Lexington Nebraska event.. I had to shoot back a few miles due my proximity to the storm.
As I traveled west then south from Overton Nebraska .. Via Nebraska Road "748" heading west. My normal spot was taken due to harvesting from the farmers. Cows were in my favorite spot. So a drove a few miles to the west. I had been by here about 1000+ times but never realized there there was an historical marker here.
So unknowingly, as I pulled into this little area with no power-lines I found a new place to take snaps but it has some historical value. Thought I would add this link for those of you that are curious about this Famous Nebraska Historical Marker.
The Plum Creek Massacre
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Upper Geyser Basin, southwest part of Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, USA.
Specs:
Dimensions 25x30 feet, Depth 42 feet.
The hot spring maintains a temperature of 200ºF, but temperatures recorded at the bottom of the pool have reached 237ºF.
Crested Pool took the life of a young boy who unknowingly ran into the stream and into the pool in the spring of 1970. A railing now surrounds the boardwalk around the edge of the pool. Just another reason why it is so important to watch those young children closely around the thermal areas of Yellowstone.
Canon EOS 5DSR
Canon EF 24 70MM L F2.8 II
This is the most prominent, busiest and popular side of Grand Canal. This part of the Rialto bridge is normally full of people all day long. Except if you go for sunrise/dawn; you will find the place for yourself. This evening was not an exception. As I had prior experience of what to expect, I went prepared and went early so that I have time to get the right spot and setup things properly. Setting up a tripod here is close to impossible. So I kept my little pocket tripod with me. It is a bit tough to setup, but it is pretty stable unlike most pocket tripods. It is ruggedly build solid aluminium and has a payload of 8 KG; which is very good for any DSLR. As long as there is a right base to set it up; it is good to go. So I took my time to set it up and then it was all about wait for the right moment to click.
Yet again the mobile photographers were real pain with people almost stretching their arm in front of the camera and even using flash to lit up Venice!!! I had to be very careful and kept the camera strap all the time on my neck as those super excited mobile photographers could anytime hit the camera to send it into the river. I wish there was no mobile camera invented and I wish we were still in the film world where photography was so hard that it was out of reach for most of the people. In modern world, specially with the mobile camera, serious photography is becoming more and more difficult. Specially at the popular places.
However; I am happy as long as people respect others. But unfortunately many mobile photographers have no respect of others and they are mostly unaware of photography. So probably they unknowingly put their arm in front of someone's long exposure without knowing that a camera can capture an image for several seconds. For them, it is just one click. At the same time, the flash is probably also unintentional as the mobiles are in auto and the flash triggers automatically. Many users of the mobile camera don't bother finding out how to switch that off.
Finally when I managed to capture one decent shot, I was super happy as I almost lost my hope. I immediately got out of there leaving rest of the people to fight with their mobile. It was a great relief.
At the end the image was all right and I did manage to capture some of the movements on the water. Even though I wanted a bit longer exposure. It was impossible in that circumstance. So I will content myself with this.
I have read a lot about Venice becoming over crowded. I can relate to it. I visited Venice few times with intervals of some years and indeed; this time I experienced the worse. Many tourists not respectful of the fragile situation of Venice. Throwing garbage all over the place. Throwing bottles into the water. It was a sad scene to experience in this amazing historic city. That is why I liked the dawn photography more. As I could enjoy the calmness with no one around and I could explore the corners at my own pace without any chaos.
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Have a nice weekend.
Hope you will enjoy the picture.
Any suggestions or criticisms are always welcome.
Here I Make My Stand
They did us like they did every other nation in their path
The same way they did they destroyed Africa, the glory of Timbuktu
the Aztecs, Incas,
Same way they did the Jews.
Just like they killed off the Native American,
They Tried to genocide us too.
They put chains around our necks,
Impoverished us, bound us to our now worthless land.
They broke our ladder to freedom and success.
Unknowingly, we continued to break our backs
Feeding them,
Empowering them
Providing them with the very means they used to hold us down.
It's said that a farmer's land is closer to him than his own life.
They KILLED our land, takin our means to life
Massacring our Way of life.
They put chains around our neck.
And believe me, they tried
Tried hard.
To chain down our soul and break our spirit.
They failed
A Khalsa is free.
Always Free
A Khalsa doesn't KNOW how to be chained down
He simply CAN'T be chained down.
He's incompatible with they very concept.
61 years of slavery.
Hah. Slavery
I bow to none
I bow to one.
I am the spawn of AKAL
The deathless one.
With Death at my feet
I dance to the beat
of the battle drum.
Because,
HERE I make my stand.
La Revolucion reborn
Inkalaabi resurrected.
We rise to arms
With bir rass we're infected.
It lay dormant for years,
Yet today it awakens
Breaking the chains off our necks
Breakin the necksof the sorry fools that put them there.
We fight for freedom
And we fight for Truth
Warriors of Truth, we fight for One
Lock 'n' load your gun, I'm from Khalistan son
-Laadli Fauj
119 hustles north through Palgrave with the early morning shadows and thin April ice creating a natural vignette of sorts, while a clean 8781 (the “Saint John Express”) provides a nice focal point for the image.
As a fun aside, the crew on the southbound waiting in the siding here asked "is there a party going on up there??", to which 119's crew was initially confused, and then eventually figured out it was because the front door was unknowingly wide open and had a good laugh about it - MP 30 Mactier Sub.
Another in the recurring series of Balsamroot paintings by Rowinda Van Gogh, little known rare opposite gender identical twin of Vincent Van Gogh. Rowinda came to America with her adopted parents who were amongst the earliest settlers of the State of Oregon; and while growing up on the Rowena Homestead she unknowingly followed in the footsteps or her distant twin brother, taught herself painting, and became infatuated by the sunflower like Balsamroot of the Eastern Columbia Gorge. NB47262-63 - Happy Sliders Sunday!
Go anywhere in the world even remotely nice to look at and you will find yourself swamped with photographers.
Stunning places such as Venice even more so. Makes you think, how many photos am I unknowingly in?
Location: Jurin II, Sector E02
Log_M_3:
After M.A.N.T.I.S. received reports of Octan intel gathering Biomass from the stomachs of the great Vlorms in the forests of Jurin II, I have been sent out to pick up the packages they have very kindly (and unknowingly) prepared for us. The exact location of where I have been sent happens to be the great mushrooms forests of Sector E02....
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Well that was a fun build! I really like how the giant mushrooms turned out! Pictures of the mechs will be coming soon as well! Originally, I was going to have the Vlorm be alive, but as I was creating it, I decided I would rather have it dead... since it was (and still is!) pretty creepy......
See more pics here!
..."Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground
under your hands. Even here, though,
something can bloom; on a silent cliff-edge
an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air...."
`Rainer Maria Rilke
MY BLOG IS UP!!
So I've been getting a lot of hits on these and a lot of questions, so I'm going to try to clear a couple things up.
1. I do NOT use reflectors. I'm not sure if I ever have and I don't think I ever will. I do not like them.
2. I do NOT use strobes anymore. I have them, but I do not use them. I prefer the look and feel of natural light more.
3. I shoot at the end of the day when the sun is going down. Try it with a fast lens, you'll see why.
4. I do NOT dodge and burn anything. I've explained what I do more than enough times. It's on here, take a look around. Explaining what I do editing wise isn't going to help anybody. If I did say what I do in post, you still weren't there at the same exact time, place, with the same people, camera, gear, and eye. It's not going to look the same.
5. I was unknowingly standing in a pile of ants when i took this. I only knew because i felt a stinging on my feet (I was wearing TOMS with no socks) and my feet were covered in little ants biting the hell out of me. Im scratching at it while I type this.
with all of that being said, thank you all a bunch for the kind words, it's always appreciated!
Alter Ego: Sandstorm
Name: Zane Maroon
Allegiance: Villain
Powers:
* Can generate sand from thin air
* Sand manipulation
* Ability to clearly see, smell, hear and breathe during sandstorms
* Shielded skin to protect it from the friction of sandstorms
* * Can generate very strong winds
Weapons:
* * None
Key Weakness: He is idle when generating sand and can only produce a certain amount. However, he can still whip it up causing a constant sandstorm around himself using his wind ability.
Origin:
When zane was young he unknowingly had a form of adaption powers, where if exposed to environmental stress he would genetically adapt to thrive in the environment. So when he was caught in a brutal Sandstorm that struck his village in Egypt his body underwent a change and enabled him to be immune to the damage from the sand and also the ability to live in those conditions. When he emerged unscathed he then realised he had the abilities to create sandstorms and survive in them. Over several years he would dawn a costume and an appropriate name and sought out to become a big time villain in Avalon City by pulling off heists.
SYMPOSIUM
Over the years
accumulation,
Small, at any age,
The woman/child
being beaten.
More so, her betrayer.
~~~
CYCLIC
I call out for help,
but nobody hears me,
Silent are the cries,
fall upon deaf ears.
Can you see it in my
eyes, look the other way.
I know you can speak,
tell me, "stop complaining".
Have you ever hurt,
once before, like me.
Circle keeps on spinning,
around and round and round.
~~~
BACKGROUND NOISE
No more screaming, no more yelling,
no more objects flying,
no more "bitch I hate you".
No more me, down on the floor,
covering up my head and crying.
No more front door slamming,
no more footsteps, come back in,
no more lies, "I'm sorry".
Far too close to no more sound
of my own heart beating.
~~~
ABOUT RECOVERY
I rearrange the moment
to be, as he has made of it,
And I do not have to ask the question "why".
There's no denying where I've been,
the truth of past's ingrained in me,
A tattoo on my soul, for all to see.
More essential now than ever to survival,
I tell myself, at times I need reminding:
I may be damaged, but I'm not devalued.
I rearrange the moment
to be, as I would like of it,
Turn my back, leave him with it, walk away.
~~~
RESURRECTION
Like a shadow,
without need of sun,
Past keeps up
its pace with me,
As I make my way,
unknowingly,
Believing that
better will come.
Maintaining a
certain reverence
Toward my own
perseverance,
I feel a light
burn within me,
Look inside myself
and find me.
~~~
from: The Music That Is Me
by: Rine Peck Littlefeather
Copyright 2004
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A NOTE ABOUT THE IMAGE: About four years ago I
did a "rubbing" of a stained glass peacock that belonged to
a friend of mine. This is it, scanned and computer enhanced.
Credit must be given to my ACDSee photo edit program, as
well as to picnik.com for the "vignette" and framing.
A long-short story for this pix. A contractor unknowingly saw off this branch but tie it back after he realized there is a nest. Glad that the parent still came back to feed the young. xlolx
... faces freedom with a little fear - Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
“Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.”
- John F. Kennedy
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2osQPU7CT0
GYPSY – FLEETWOOD MAC
"I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy"
- Leonard Cohen
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wi6AlcH4C0A
SO LONG MARIANNE - LEONARD COHEN
Dedicated to Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)
TO BE A TRAVELLING GYPSY PONY
That old adage springs to my ever questioning mind
“Look before you leap”
live life to the full before that final sleep
any promises you make; make sure you keep
the grass seems always greener to the unknowing flock of sheep
on the either side of that or any other divisive fence
one thing life has taught me
one thing truth has brought me
to count every blessing every single day
don't be complacent; do not relent
find the balance in the betwixt and between times
keep inside the joyful circle of the present tense
deep inside your beautiful heart's content
to be a travelling gypsy pony
a nomad; adventuress; princess of fairy stories
is a journey that I would love
no matter that the field is dry
tomorrow may bring a different sense
no need to settle in one place
no need to stop and wonder why
they are free to roam
and they have the instinct born in them
that always brings them home
the little one longs to play
with the neighbouring field of sheep
they eat green grass oblivious to his dreams
as he observes them so intense
what will tomorrow bring
does anyone really know
and does it matter really anyway
for any given moment is Heaven sent
and hope will get us through
and faith will bring us home
whatever happens to us
if we fall down in between
we will bounce like a rubber ball upright again
and the world will go on spinning
and some of it will go on sinning
but there is always hope of goodness winning
while the stillness within keeps us rooted to the ground
deep within our souls
where the echoes of our subconsciousness may be found
and like the gypsy ponies cycle continues round and round
we will find out where we belong
and our free spirits will sing loudly out their song
bolstering our courage; boisterous in our knowledge
that in this single given moment
we are young, we are free and we are strong...
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A new series begins with this abstract of a garden in Sri Lanka. It is a far-reaching personal journey, happening quite by accident, when I was forced to leave Pakistan in the 1980’s. Where would this unexpected diversion take me?
The word serendipity came to mind at the time and a picture of a little tear-drop island on a world map appeared center stage in my frantic thoughts. The island had been called a wildly exotic name, Ceylon. I was lured there like many before me, seeking unfamiliar beauty and treasures.
Following this trip, my travel destinations began to expose an ancient theme. Unknowingly, I was following ancient trade routes: routes that would lure men looking for adventure and exotic lands and goods to enrich their lives. New scents and tastes drove men to these far away places.
This is my very humble story of how I came to follow the ancients’ roads and routes. I have been agonizing now for several months on how to organize the journey, but finally have concluded that events of serendipity do not lend themselves to such a mundane thought. They just happen as a series of surprises.
The series is called Serendipity and it will be a continual story beginning with this introduction.
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Back from Spain and battling with flu, poor light and bad weather, i parked the van to get an interesting view with my (unknowing) grandson as foreground. I was babysitting while rest of family suffered with flu (well they thought I was ...)
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Oakfield Park, Raphoe, County Donegal, Ireland
This beautiful calm lake is set in Oakfield Park. A privately owned house set in 100 acres of magnificent parkland, woodlands and gardens near the town of Raphoe in the heart of County Donegal.
Theres not alot of story to tell about the planning of this image as there simply was none whatsoever. I was feeling a little under the weather so as always I grabbed my camera bag and just drove my car unknowingly to where I would end up.
I decided on Oakfield park because it was nearby. I took a stroll around this calm little lake. Halfway around the sky suddenly changed to these vibrant colours during some light rain. This beautiful white swan seemed to have been following me whilst I was walking around so I got my camera out and here is the scene. Sometimes its just good not to plan anything and just see how things turns out...
in between old thoughts and new beginnings
is the ephemeral yet eternally lucid "now".
in her secret garden, she rides the journey of "now"
accompanied by four immeasurables * in her Heart
she generously unlocks the gates of perception
to our unknowing through her innocent play.
befriending her, our humility to learn from her
brings us hope, slowly, and often, joyfully
each cycle of her play, of her cosmic dance
in the hierarchy of her life has it own ‘wholeness’ -
- and at the same time interwoven it is,
as a refuge of something larger - safeguarding truth.
her every ride is secured in the renewal of -
- lifelong intention to cultivate a balanced awareness
i remember what L.L. Barkat said,
"resistance is the clue that play is not happening."
at the heart of the playful journey -
- at your own pace of learning...
wishing everyone joy and peace
in the interwoven weave of balance -
- created in the continuum moment
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* four immeasurables - Love, Joy, Equanimity, Compassion
We give importance to our destination but often we don't realize the significance of the journey covered for that destination because unknowingly we acquire knowledge and learn many new things from the journey that can help us to achieve new success. Many times we enjoy the journey more than reaching the destination.
Quite a war happened here, a war before all the free-to-play tanks were unleashed upon it, unknowing of its previous horrors. It leads me into thoughtful contemplation as I roam through to see what details the level creators put in. Shame I only came across this map once in many many rolls of the dice.
World of Tanks
@5600x2625 via wbg
+SweetFX by kolorki with my own tweaks
Map: Overlord
Scanned "Reverse Engineering" Mordançaged Print.
Digital neg (24x30 cm) tuned in Lightroom and printed on Xerox Premium Transparency.
Contact printed on Agfa Brovira Speed BN 310 PE, developed in Moersch SE6 and finally toned in Se 1+7, 45 sec.
Next step involves treating the print with the Mordançage chemicals. As Death is black (wrong choice, Mr Death), he is very susceptible to these chems and almost immediately his veils were detaching and were very hard to keep on the print. So much of Death ended up in the sink.
As always (or mostly) I want to split the color pallette at least by two different hues. So Death was going through two redeveloper baths for this. Ancient old D-76 (spiced up by concentrated Fomadon R09) as the first one and after that a pretty exhausted MT7 (Moersch Iron Blue). First I thought that this MO wouldn't work, but the final result is pretty OK, imo.
Crackelated Death is a good death. Are you recognizing him, he's still almost unknowing of what is going to strike him.
PS borders.
And btw: Don't forget to look into the microcosmos of Mordançage, it's pretty interesting.
A picturesque waterfall located in the Hudson Valley. The ride to the falls took us through some beautiful winter scenery, trees and ground covered with fluffy snow. When we arrived at our destination, a brief walk took us to the site. The snow had accumulated on the ground and unknowing to us, had covered the ice beneath it. We were only a few feet away from the shore, rocks and boulders were everywhere and taking a few steps was almost impossible because of the slippery surface. I placed myself in front of a boulder, and no sooner I had done so, it started to drizzle. I was able to take a couple of long exposure images before heading back to the parking lot. I did slip on several occasions, but thankfully my husband was there to help me out.
Thank you for your comments.
Gemma
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Please do not download my photographs nor use them without my permission
Life is not hoping the world likes you so you can then like yourself. Life is liking yourself first, while unknowingly those who matter can't help but join in.
Altar with Amma + Grandma
Digital photograph
2006
“ Love is the foundation of a happy life. Knowingly or unknowingly we are forgetting this truth” she says. Amma on several occasions has said that it is important not only to feel love but also to express it. “ After all, love is our true nature. When we do not express love in our words and actions it is like honey hidden in a rock. “
My dear flickr friend Jennifer Esperanza
www.flickr.com/photos/jenniferesperanza/
sent me a loving package recently with some beautiful pictures of Amma.
I love you more than nature,
As you are nature yourself,
I love you more than freedom,
Without you it will imprison me.
I love you carelessly,
Like the abyss, without any ruts!
I love you more than possible,
More than impossible…I love you.
I love recklessly indefinitely.
Even boozing, even being rude.
And more than myself – that’s for sure.
Even more than just myself.
I love you more than Shakespeare,
More than the beauty of the whole world!
Even more than the world’ s music,
As you are the book and music yourself.
I love you more than fame,
Even far ahead in the future!
More than any rusty country
Because my Motherland is you, not her.
Are you unhappy? Asking to care?
Don’ t annoy God with such requests!
I love you more than happiness.
I love you more than love
- Yevgeny Yevtushenko
I will never stop being amazed at life’s ways ... You start your day as any other day. You get up, take a shower, go to work or do chores and then unknowingly you walk out of your comfort zone & everything around you turns upside down. And you end your day thinking to yourself “what the hell have happened to you today” . . . Not in a bad but rather strange unpredictable way. *** Something about that day bothers me, not sure what it is ... Can’t even pin point.*** And I’ve never heard this Russian poem before that day so in love with every word
Hong Kong - 2019
My trip to Hong Kong was an unknowing precursor to the events of 2020. Lots of protests, tear gas and disruption. A city facing a certain future of restricted freedoms from the government in the north. The Hong Kongers do protests in an orderly fashion and even the police provide clear and ample warning before firing off tear gas. Lots of complaints of police brutality and conspiracies, true or imagined, of toxic levels of tear gas. Still their version of police brutality or breaking up a peaceful protest in Hong Kong does not hold a candle to the day to day militaristic approach of the States. Many spoke of an upcoming financial reckoning, but that was before Covid-19. I look forward to getting back to a city that I love without clear explanation, and I hope it can stem the tide until then. In a sense that goes for all of us.
this image has minimal colour correction - the night sky was this green hue from the airglow (and thanks go to the kangaroo shooter who shined his spotlight my way just as I was taking this image and unknowingly did some pretty decent light painting - and sorry for the swear words I called you at the time, thought you had ruined the shot at first)
The workers are ready to load the tanks and get to work harvesting the cherries as the birds flutter around unknowing of the deranged farmer about to be apart of their lives...
I made a video all about how I created this image: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dH839ooQRDI&;
Poem/image: "This is Death", self-portrait May 2020. My fascination with death is no joke. Did you know that even though I love dark things, I am the most afraid person I know? Not of things like failure or risk or money...but of absurdities, like zombies and ghosts and the dark. I won't watch a movie if it is even remotely scary. I'm still scarred by Donnie Darko. I can hardly play Clue without feeling uneasy. But I think that is where my fascination with death comes from...if I can create it, I won't be so afraid. Where do you fall? Love scary things or hate them? What are your limits?
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It isn't exactly that I am afraid of death.
In fact, I find death innately beautiful
and sacred, especially the decay.
You wouldn't believe the goosebumps
I get when I imagine bone protruding
or hair growing or blood dripping.
Death is a revelation, and decay His mistress,
waiting in the dirt to whisper melodies
long forgotten by the living.
It's not that I don't want to know what
death feels like or that I want to escape
the grand revelry of it.
It's not even that I fear the pain
or the suffering of my loved ones
in my absence - at least my last lesson
will be in
how to feel more deeply.
It's more the understanding that I fear.
That deep knowing without being able to
tell everyone: THIS, this is death.
It's the recognition that death itself
is not evil goading us to fear;
it is us, playing God, pretending.
We know that we are unknowing and that
unknowing is the unraveling that will
bring us to our knees to beg.
Death is not dumb and obtuse;
It knows we are afraid and it lets us feed on
stories of untimely, heroic, and painful ends.
It is our job to feed it our submission.
I Am Vertical (by Sylvia Plath)
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, a tree is immortal And a flower-head not tall, but more startling, And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring. Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars, The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors. I walk among them, but none of them are noticing. Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them-- Thoughts gone dim. It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
Im Rahmen der innoffiziellen Abschiedsfahrt am 15. November 2020 wurde die 218 446 in Lindau wieder führend für den EC 195 nach München HBF gereiht. Gemeinsam mit der 218 452 brachte sie den internationalen Fernzug pünktlich in die bayerische Landeshauptstadt. Bei Heimhofen im Westallgäu ging das "Wolkenlotto" zu Gunsten der in überschaubarer Anzahl anwesenden Fotografen aus und der EuroCity mit dem führenden oceanblau-beigen Schmuckstück des BW Kempten wurde von der tiefstehenden Sonne schön ausgeleuchtet. Dies war dann auch unwissentlich mein Abschiedsbild von den Allgäu ECs. Wetterlage, Infektionsgeschehen und beruflicher Terminkalender ermöglichten keinen weiteren Ausflug an die Allgäubahn. Zum eigentlichen Abschied im Dezember gelang es dann doch noch, ein 218-er Tandem in Epoche IV Ausführung zu organisieren und die eingesetzten Loks wurden mit eigens gestalteten Aufklebern versehen. Leider machte den Veranstaltern das Wetter ein Strich durch die Rechnung und die Einsätze fanden bei strömenden Regen statt. Daher von meiner Seite nochmals vielen Dank an die Organisatoren für diese kleine Vorab-Aktion im November.
During the unofficial farewell run on November 15, 2020, 218 446 was lined up again in Lindau for the EC 195 to Munich main station. Together with 218 452, it hauled the international long-distance train on time to the Bavarian capital. At Heimhofen in the western Allgäu, the "cloud lottery" went in favor of the photographers present and the EuroCity with the leading ocean blue-beige gem of BW Kempten was nicely illuminated by the low sun. This was then also unknowingly my farewell picture of the Allgäu ECs. Weather conditions, the pandemic situation and my professional schedule did not allow any further excursion to the Allgäu Railway. For the actual farewell in December, it was still possible to organize a 218 tandem in Era IV design and the locomotives used were provided with specially designed stickers. Unfortunately, the weather put a spoke in the organizers' wheel and the operations took place in pouring rain. Therefore, from my side, many thanks again to the organizers for this small advance action in November.
“ The mountains have no "meaning", they are meaning; the mountains are.”
— Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard
For as long as we have had a brain, we have associated beauty with symmetry. We preferably choose – knowingly or unknowingly – the beautiful: symmetric fruits to eat, symmetric flowers to adore and symmetric human faces to feel weak about in our knees. But beauty is more than symmetry. It is a feeling within the beholder. Yes, a feeling. Modern studies have revealed that visual perception of beautiful faces triggers robust brain activity in reward and pleasure centers of our brain (geeks call it the mesolimbic system), which are deep seated within the limbic system, the emotional epicenter in there. Therefore, not surprisingly, glancing a beautiful face makes us feel rewarded and happy. Symmetric or not, our brain perceives harmony and/or agreement among components as beauty. As with euphoria, we all feel beauty as a rewarding experience. You could say, when we engage beauty, in return, it engages us.
Cut to an early morning on one of these summer days, when – despite severe sleep deprivation – I dragged myself to an enthralling glacier lake. Here, clarion gusts robbed the lake’s sheen and my pre-conceived visions of reflected symmetry. The wind also shepherded a sky-full of unruly clouds that wouldn’t let the sun in without a fight. In this glorious theater, our protagonist – the 8,855 feet tall Mt. Grinnell – stood in golden muteness as an impossible poem that had no meaning; however, like Matthiessen’s mountains, it was itself the meaning. In somewhat of a mystical perception, I felt the harmony of elements around and within me. Engaged thus, the beauty engaged me in return. Borrowing again from Matthiessen, I was not observing; I was at rest in the very center of the universe, a part of things, unaware of endings and beginning, still in unison with the primordial nature of creation, letting all light and phenomena pour through.
The title may be puzzling, especially with the wild turkey to the left who unknowingly showed up. This building is below a nesting bald eagle couple. I have not seen the babies yet, but mom is perched beside or on the edge of the nest when I go by, looking into it now and then.
Innocence is a passing shadow. Exuberant bliss with full ignorance of the depths these cold waters can run. The absolute sublime beauty of an unabridged intent to achieve personal happiness. It's just a tiny speck of dandelion down unknowingly drifting into the fire. I want to run ahead and extinguish the consuming flame before the thistle is *POOF!* gone forever. I want to grasp it in my palm and admire it and place it under protective glass surrounded by laser beams and rabid dogs. I want it to last forever. I want that unknowing to persist. I want the only tears shed to be tears of a wanton and unrelenting need for a purple lollipop NOT green, for 15 more minutes on the swings...15 more minutes of flying as free as a bird with hair blowing in the sweet southern breeze and warm sunshine on cheeks. But I won't get my wish just like lollipops dissolve and the sun sets on the playground. My heart will break 10,000 times with every knowing tear, with every heaving sob and with ever single dry eyed stare of resignation to the fact that yes, this is in fact the way that it is...........
I'm not really sure,
this word pulled at me and I didn't know what to say,
The Eagle and the Bee are great ponderers,
they appear in Sonnets and Lore,
And ask how,
And why,
And if we are.
And that small phenomenon,
Of unknowing,
That pulls in the wild,
Curious crowd,
Seemed good enough to me.
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I wrote a small Sonnet about Eagle and Bee a while ago. Ans they just showed up here. Magic.
-Jake
Discovering this small blue butterfly delicately feeding on a wild purple flower, I was captivated by the intricate beauty of this fleeting moment. The geometric patterns on its wings - those perfect orange eyespots and precise black dots - reveal nature's incredible artistry at the smallest scale.
I chose a dramatic black background to isolate this intimate scene, transforming what could have been a simple field photograph into something more like a natural portrait. The contrast between the deep darkness and the vibrant colors of both butterfly and bloom creates an almost studio-like quality that emphasizes the subjects' delicate beauty.
What struck me most was the fragility of this interaction - two small beings perfectly designed for each other, the butterfly seeking nectar while unknowingly ensuring the flower's reproduction. These moments of pollination happen countless times each day, yet each one represents a small miracle of natural cooperation.
My intention was to celebrate the often-overlooked beauty of these tiny dramas playing out in meadows and gardens, hoping to inspire greater appreciation for the intricate relationships that sustain our natural world.
September 9, 2023 - Lexington Nebraska
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Early September 2023...
Gear Packed & Primed! Drove west from Kearney out to Lexington Nebraska area. Once the warnings started to fire out in West Central Nebraska. It was time to do my thing. It was to see one of the last supercells of the summer of 2023 & I wasn't gonna miss out. This truly had incredible, beautiful structure. Was tornado warned & had all the right elements for what I do.
No I didn't see a Tor-nader that day. I got a few snaps of what I think was a wall cloud to the cell northwest of my location.
I was there for the structure & I got those incredible snaps... It is what I came for!
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I travel a lot of roads LESS TRAVELED than most in Nebraska due to what I do. After the Lexington Nebraska event.. I had to shoot back a few miles due my proximity to the storm.
As I traveled west then south from Overton Nebraska .. Via Nebraska Road "748" heading west. My normal spot was taken due to harvesting from the farmers. Cows were in my favorite spot. So a drove a few miles to the west. I had been by here about 1000+ times but never realized there there was an historical marker here.
So unknowingly, as I pulled into this little area with no power-lines I found a new place to take snaps but it has some historical value. Thought I would add this link for those of you that are curious about this Famous Nebraska Historical Marker.
The Plum Creek Massacre
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Kaliphlin is known for its abundance of oil, and in Barqa the alchemists and craftsmen joined forces to make this into the fearsome weapon known as "Barqan Fire". It is most commonly used on board warships, but smaller machines have also started to be made to use in land combat. Unfortunately they are not very reliable yet and is rightfully considered almost as dangerous to the Kaliphlinites themselves as to their foes...
The soldier doing the final adjustments to the pumping mechanism has however unknowingly built up way too much pressure in the cylinder...
It is March, supposedly but the weather is cooler than February. BTW, I have become a huge fan of Pit Viper sunglasses and apparently it is a thing. So unknowingly I joined a club of mostly angry men who complain about the world from inside their trucks and post it on TikTok. Facial hair, hat, Pit Vipers, Truck. All I need is the truck and bitch session videos to be a cliché.
One of 6 feral cats who visit our yard…always fearful of people, this little guy unknowingly walked into camera view while I was photographing the fledgling House Wrens. First time in 2 years I was able to take his picture. I call him Little Cat because he was so small when I first saw him.
"Of all the logical impasses,
unknowings,
paradoxes,
and terrors that provoke laughter,
death,
by its finality
and unsolvable mystery,
is paramount."
~ Andrew Hudgins ~
"We must become bigger than we have been:
more courageous,
greater in spirit,
larger in outlook.
We must become members of a new race,
overcoming petty prejudice,
owing our ultimate allegiance not to nations
but to our fellow men within the human community."
~ Haile Selassie ~
"To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"
~ Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version ~
is a moderate-sized group of fairly cryptic saturniid moths from South America, famous not for the adults, but for their highly venomous caterpillars, which are responsible for a few deaths each year, especially in southern Brazil, and the subject of hundreds of published medical studies. They are commonly known as Giant Silkworm Moth, a name also used for a wide range of other Saturniid moths.
A typical envenomation incident involves a person unknowingly leaning against, placing their hand on, or rubbing their arm against a group of these caterpillars that are gathered on the trunk of a tree. The effects of a dose from multiple caterpillars can be dramatic and severe, including massive internal hemorrhaging, renal failure, and hemolysis. The resulting medical syndrome is sometimes called Lonomiasis.