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procrastinating getting ready to leave for coeur d'alene where my league is playing a game of derby this weekend. i also procrastinated for about three days to paint the t-shirt in this picture.
Excerpt from torontounion.ca/event/unionnale-sponsored-by-td/:
Unionnale
Sponsored by TD
As part of ArtworxTO
You say ale, we say alley. Unionnale was designed as a special art “alley” that captures colour and artworks inspired by all the neighbourhoods of Toronto. The space presents visual storytelling and artistry through a fun and creative artistic installation in the heart of the station. As part of Union’s continuing contemporary programming and ArtworxTO’s public art initiative, the art selection in Unionnale will rotate every two years, with artists chosen through a juried selection process.
Presenting Flux by Esmond Lee
Flux examines the relationships between everyday moments, spaces, and materials found within Toronto and beyond to reveal a fantastical, yet familiar world. From quiet industrial sites to bustling streetscapes, the qualities of urban, suburban, and rural spaces are blended together to reveal their hidden connectedness. Cultures and norms conventionally understood as fixed to specific locations are untethered to form new, imaginative landscapes free from the boundaries of time and space. The photo-collages of various shapes and sizes invite viewers to experience both the many details and the whole together, without using any particular framing or perspectives. Viewers are encouraged to experience these artworks from any spot and viewing angle: roam slowly to see the various parts, pause to examine particular details, or stand back to see the work in its entirety. Places conventionally understood as fragments can now be understood through their commonalities, negotiations, and entanglements, asking: how do seemingly far-reaching places operate together on a continuum of complex, interwoven landscapes? Flux challenges the very tensions and conflicts produced by political and economic boundaries that divide our landscape – and its people – into abstract, disparate spaces. Whether for leisure, opportunity, or by force: the bodily movement and gesture of people shapes and creates space, just as space shapes and informs the movement of people in a reciprocal, dynamic relationship under continuous flux.
About the Artist
Esmond Lee is an artist, researcher, and architect based in Scarborough, Toronto. He holds a Master of Architecture and currently pursuing a Doctorate in Critical Human Geography. Drawing from professional, academic, and personal backgrounds, Lee examines migration, settlement, identity, belonging, and nuanced cultural and political borders in the built environment. His recent public artworks include installations for Nuit Blanche Toronto (2019, 2022) and CONTACT Photography Festival, nominated for the 2022 Heritage Toronto Award in Public History. Lee is currently creating two photobooks about Scarborough: Below the City, recognized by an honourable mention in the 2020 Burtynsky Grant, and a community co-creation as the Toronto Public Library Artist-in-Residence at Woodside Square.
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There is no escaping a lonely boat shot from Thailand, but it is more difficult to achieve than one thinks, there is sooooo many boats there it is a luck to get a clean shot of a single one :)
Fearless in the face
of turbulent flow.
Undeterred by the millions
of cubic feet per second
of spring kicking winter
to the curb.
Balance ourselves upon
centerpoints and gyroscopes
acting as windows
through which
we are renewed
and redeemed.
Watch the trickster's
greatest trick
turning from raven
to smoke
taking flight and
leaving limb for life
unbound
untethered
ungrounded
we are dumfounded.
Hushed.
Another letterpress project using wood block type and Fire Engine red ink on the Vandercook Press.
The Female form is so much more sexier untethered.
Watching the subtle colors appear in the Eastern skies as the sun goes down in the west can be very calming. The colors do not show up right away and they do not beg for your attention like some of the glorious sunsets in the west do. When being calm and listening to my true inner voice, I feel liberated. I am practicing on finding my "true" inner self and then freeing it as mentioned in the book, "The Untethered Soul". It takes time and patience to filter out the unwanted voices in my head and keep life simple.
This week in 1984, the space shuttle Challenger, mission STS-41B, landed safely at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center following a successful seven-day mission. This was the first shuttle landing at Kennedy. STS-41B is also known for the first untethered spacewalk using the manned maneuvering unit by former NASA astronaut Bruce McCandless. Here, Challenger awaits launch on pad 39A at Kennedy. Today, the Payload Operations Integration Center at NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center serves as "science central" for the International Space Station, working 24/7, 365 days a year in support of the orbiting laboratory's scientific experiments. The NASA History Program is responsible for generating, disseminating and preserving NASA’s remarkable history and providing a comprehensive understanding of the institutional, cultural, social, political, economic, technological and scientific aspects of NASA’s activities in aeronautics and space. For more pictures like this one and to connect to NASA’s history, visit the Marshall History Program’s webpage.
Image credit: NASA
Model: Laura
Camera: Nikon D80 + Nikon f1.8 50mm
Light: Una estufa XD
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This week in 1984, space shuttle Challenger completed STS-41B, a seven-day mission that concluded with the first shuttle landing at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center. The mission launched the Westar-VI and Palapa-B2 communications satellites and featured the first untethered spacewalks, performed by astronauts Bruce McCandless and Robert Stewart using the Manned Maneuvering Unit.
Image credit: NASA
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There’s nothing quite like looking through Live View of a camera and seeing a little mite moving around untethered. Needless to say both the dead head and the accompanying new bloom have been tossed.
Aspect ratio: 7:5
Model: Laura
Camera: Nikon D80 + Nikon f1.8 50mm
Light: Una estufa XD
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Autumn spreads its golden wings
And lays the path for those unseen
A tangled web of evil spun at last...
Winter spawn from barren thighs
To readdress, to slay the blind
And throw the reins untethered to the skies....
Excerpt from issuu.com/dtkownit/docs/field_guide_for_web:
DANCER & HIS REFLECTION IN A PUDDLE
Artist: Flavia Fontana Giusti (@flaviafontanagiusti)
Location: Matter of Taste, 115 King Street West
Medium: Photography
Year: 2016
Flavia Fontana Giusti shot her first photographs on polaroid and disposable cameras, and painted with oil, from a young age, growing up between France and Italy. Her solo travel around the world inspired her short stories and hundreds of photographs, one of which won third prize in the Istanbul Photo Awards — a yearly competition juried by renowned international photographers. After relocating to Canada in 2017, motherhood and the pandemic re-kindled her love for oil painting and film photography — learning to develop it, sometimes in experimental ways. Through portraits of her family outdoors, the medium has been a way to escape the dullness of confinement. There’s beauty hiding in the few blocks she walks with her children every day in midtown Kitchener.
“This series was taken when I was living in Paris, in 2016, of a dancer practicing his moves at the Palais de Tokyo. There was something about the way he moved, the way the golden light bounced off his skin and reflected on the marble all around him, that I found visually very striking. I was able to capture that sense of freedom, strength and joy the dancer seemed to feel, untethered by the indoor studio, moving outdoors.”
As Lemon passes through a particularly treacherous part of darkest Africa, she sees the crossing point. (Why is it always called darkest Africa where lions are found when it's usually very bright?)
(8 Photos.)
“He cupped his hand around her cheek, and she marveled at how perfectly his palm fit her cheek. His fingers in her hair, she waited, maybe for an eternity, for his lips to meet hers. When they did it was like being inside an exploding star. Time and space became irrelevant. She slipped her arms under his, clinging to him, his body the only thing stopping her from drifting away, untethered in space. His hand on her back slipped under layers of clothes, finding her skin. He pulled her close, and she leaned into him, feeling like she could never be close enough to him.”
― Summer Hines, Some Things Stay With You: A Windswept Wyoming Romance
"The Hunt For Red January" (Sunsets); SS IMRAN - Hunter-Class Sun(set)Seeker. Target In Range, Ready, Arm Photon Torpedoes, Shoot/Fire! - IMRAN™
If you have loved movies like "The Hunt For Red October", then you will enjoy my version of a sequel in the parallels to the story of this sunset.
Columbia (MBA IMRAN's) Pictures Presents: "The Hunt For Red January."
EXT.
Florida. Coast Of Tampa Bay.
Present Day. 1800 Zulu.
Pakistani American mariner & aviator is peering across the scene in front of him. He unzips his windbreaker to reach into a pocket. He pulls out 2 dog treats he tosses at two attentive U-boat experienced German(Shepherd Dog)s standing at attention on either side of him.
VOICEOVER:
"We had completed the assigned circle around the sun. We had survived the year 2020. 2021 had officially begun. But there were still negative energy and dangerous radiation leaks from around us that meant 2020 had not given up its hold. It was repeating the negative cycles by sending a repeating red heavenly body which we had to shoot down every night until January 21, when, we were assured, the last of the orange radiation and Soviet-era enemy influences would wane.
That was our mission tonight. The Hunt For Red January Sunset(s).
The sleek black and gadgetry armed Nikon D850 with its long lens in front was braving the whipping wind, using its latest technology to track and then to shoot (a timelapse video of) this (stunning) sunset. A massive force of a red and gold sun with an accompanying armada of pink, gold, and purple clouds was giving it cover from the prying eyes of SS (Sunset Seeker) IMRAN Hunter Class warriors.
The predicted course of the starship Sun was unfolding on the heavenly map over Tampa Bay, across from my blessed home in Apollo Beach, Florida. But these last few days would require everything the fleet could throw at it. So it was a great moment for the old but experienced Nikon D300 to play some photography war-games alongside its two-decades newer cousin, the D850. The SS IMRAN Hunter Class D850 (non-submersible) was silently tracking the movements of the sun. It appeared to be peering at it like a periscope raised from inside the swimming pool.
The older and slower, but strategic and untethered D300 was lurking nearby, watching the watcher, sunset, and camera hunting the sunset-hunting camera.
The flagship D850 led the action. Target(s) in-sight(s), ping for autofocus, target acquired, lock on, hold her steady, go full manual, lens to manual, set shutter priority, arm photon torpedo zoom tube, set range for 200mm, set depth (of field) infinite, (focus) lock, and fire.... Fire! Fire! Fire!
Pink trails of Apollo (Beach) rocket photon torpedoes in the water streak across the oceanic horizons.... striking the massive space body just as it touches the horizon... It's a direct hit. And another. Another one gone.... Another one strikes the rust (ball of fire).
Flash, boom,.... and, .... Fire again..... More photos.... Flash, Boom!
And then the massive sun, at least on this one day, seeming to try and hold its place on the horizon, doing its best to stay afloat, struggling like a mighty orange beast humbled into defeat, attempting to unleash some gamma rays in retaliation before sinking, seems to give up the fight, and at first slowly, but then rapidly sinks. There is goes.... down....down... down. The sun, the orange ball, has sunk.
Distant waves like ripples in space-time mark where the nuclear fusion-powered solar beast met its timely and nightly end.... Sinking below the depths of the horizon, into the seas of reality, and the history books of memories of another day of a blessed life. Mission Accomplished.
Turning up my collar to the cold wind and damp winter air, I looked at Kennedy and K2, my German Shepherds. Down periscope. Down, boys, down. All Nikons, disarm shooting systems, switch to fully automatic. Multiple beeps sound.... Program Mode confirmed on all devices. Kennedy and K2 wagged confirmations and I ordered a return to a warmer home base... back inside the house.
"The End!"
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Couple more weeks before the park at work closes. Trying to see the eagles as much as possible. Only seen the juveniles a couple times during this season
Recapitulation - The Sun now untethered takes center stage, it’s light reverberates on every surface as it builds to the final crescendo. The moment is quick but a powerful one, the rhythms and melodies of the morning but now it’s done. As the morning light plays its final note, the Sun rises above that still cloudy curtain never to be seen for the rest of the day. The end like the beginning finds me once again, sitting on that familiar rock pondering the day ahead.
Amidst the towering crags of New Zealand's Southern Alps, there lay a lake of still and startling clarity, its surface like an untold secret held aloft in the arms of the mountains. The waters, deep and gem-bright, seemed to shift with every breath of the wind, a mingling of unearthly blue and green as if Ulmo himself had paused to bestow a fragment of the Great Sea upon this hidden vale. The air was sharp and pure, carrying with it the faint scent of stone and moss, and the murmur of distant streams, like a voice half-forgotten, spoke of ages older than memory.
The peaks rose around the lake in stern, unbroken lines, their flanks streaked with the last remnants of winter's snow, gleaming under the pale light. They were dark and unyielding, as though they had been carved in some distant age by hands that knew no weariness, each ridge and precipice imbued with an ancient dignity that words could scarcely capture. Shadows pooled in their crevices, deep and blue as twilight, while their heights, crowned in white, pierced the heavens with an austere and remote grace.
Close to the water’s edge, the land softened, though only slightly, into rolling turf strewn with outcroppings of grey stone. Here, the earth was brightened by a constellation of pale flowers, their slender stalks bent in homage to the mountain wind. Their petals, white as starlight, opened boldly under the sky, while their golden centers gleamed faintly, like the ember of a distant beacon. Among the grass and rocks, thin rivulets threaded their way, the water tracing paths as if guided by unseen hands, their trickling song filling the stillness with a music both delicate and strange.
The lake itself lay tranquil, save for the faintest rippling at its edges, where stones and reeds rested like weary travelers. At its heart, a solitary island rose, austere and quiet, its surface cloaked in moss and lichen. It seemed to float upon the waters like some remnant of forgotten lore, a place untouched by the long march of years. One might imagine it as a refuge, a place where time paused and the cares of the waking world faded like the memory of a dream.
The sky above arched vast and untethered, its cerulean depths brushed with thin, trailing clouds that seemed to drift without haste, as though content to linger in such a place. Here, beneath that unbounded vault, the world felt older, deeper—a land not marked by the footsteps of mortals but shaped by a power far older, far slower, and far more enduring.
If one listened closely, they might think the echoes of another age stirred faintly here. The music of Ainur might once have woven through such waters, or the distant tread of some forgotten wanderer might have passed this way. Yet the place bore no sign of dominion, no touch of claim or mastery; it belonged to itself, untamed and unmarred, as though drawn directly from the Song before the world’s breaking.
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Location: Lake Wilson in Otago, NZ
There are moments in life when an old self has to die. Not in the physical sense, but in the way an organism sheds a skin, discards what no longer serves, and allows something truer to emerge. It is a violent but necessary process — a collapse of what was bound by the chains of the world’s toxicity, the slow cancers of doubt, fear, and compromise.
In real time, it feels like disintegration. The structures you built around yourself crack, the illusions of safety peel away, and the scaffolding of who you thought you were crumbles into dust. But within that destruction is a release. The organism, stripped bare, is free to draw breath without the weight of corrosion.
And then comes the rebirth. Slowly, tenderly, a new form takes shape — one not dictated by the poison of the past but by the clarity of liberation. It is catharsis embodied: raw, unfiltered, and alive. What rises from the ashes is not a version of what was lost, but something entirely other — a creature that carries the scars of collapse as sacred markings of survival, and a heart that beats untethered to the world’s chains.
To witness this process — to live it — is to know that death is not always an end. Sometimes, it is the truest beginning.
Paul the Pine Cone did not like heights. Unfortunately, his bully of a host would elevate him a little more every year and then shake him and snicker. Paul dreamed of being free and untethered. Eventually, Paul broke free of his host and dropped into the ocean where he was swatted around all day long by nasty waves who bashed him against rocks and snickered. It was during this period of Paul's life that he realized maybe height wasn't such a bad thing.
Santa Cruz, California 2012
Ahhh, humanity!
Bruised and bony
but …
I’m down on my knees today
to converge upon the living
who scuttle between the common garden stone
and shelter under forsaken rose petals,
Focusing my manufactured lens
on the honey bee zig-zag
or zooming in and out on the finer, more intricate subtleties
of scaly appendage or iridescent thorax,
I try to find the gleam, glint of fragile wings
capture it, post it, paste it
segments of sanity
membranes of memory to linger upon God’s finer points of creation.
I’m down on my knees today
looking for my prayers,
God’s finer course of dialogue
for I grow gray and cracked, as time shuffles haphazardly
between yesterday’s perception and today’s reality.
I need the camera, its shameless sight
to clarify my personal perspective.
Outside the camera my garden agonizes,
blundered, burdened.
The hydrangea withers, its flower-head bent.
Untethered the dahlia snaps.
Barren,
I cannot heal my children,
cannot exhale after inhaling.
… I covet the compound eye
lenses in triplicate times triplicate
mankind in mosaic medley 360 degrees composition
I beg,
let me hover with the house fly above brow and bed,
and squeal … antennae twitching enthusiastically “Ahhh, humanity!”
Today I cannot heal my children in portraits black and white.
I’m down on my knees
digging for daylight.
Copywrite jeannerene 8/2010
Spectacular Boating, Sailing, Kiting, Flying, And, Ummm, Blimping, Day On Atlantic Ocean At Fort Lauderdale Florida - IMRAN™
What could be more beautiful than to enjoy a day of flying, whether in a plane or a blimp, or zip along the water, either tethered to a kite or untethered on a sailboat, over the turquoise waters of the Atlantic Ocean at Fort Lauderdale beach in Florida.
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Model: Laura
Camera: Nikon D80 + Nikon f1.8 50mm
Light: Una estufa XD
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"When the linen sack was taken off her head, she saw nothing but the intense glare of a light fixed directly on her face. So bright was its shine that her eyelids barely offered respite from its brilliance.
She felt the cord being wrapped around her neck, once and then twice, fear growing inside her with every passing second. A few minutes later the clacking of many slow-moving gears began, and the horror of her fate was revealed.
The cord tightened at an almost unnoticeably slow rate, it sometimes taking days or weeks for her to feel any increase it its tautness. At first she spent her hours trying to escape, but made no headway at all in discovering a weakness in her restraints. She then became angry and focused her energy on condemning her captors, but their lack of response left her empty and unfulfilled. Finally, in demented desperation, her untethered mind told her comforting stories of a beautiful paradise that lay just beyond the horizon of her life, and at last she found a semblance of peace." -M.D. Walter
Saw these two walking past the wall outside the Royal Castle . I don't now what the balloon is all about but I like the spot of yellow against the dark stone. I also like that there's some sort of mooring post in the frame. Almost like they just came untethered.
Luke Bryan - Rain Is a Good Thing
hahah.. i chose this song becaus i really liked it. generally this is not the type of music i'm listening to but yeah.. i liked that song.. makes me smile :))
so this is my entry to this weeks The Teleidoscope theme: Under the Rain.
and my first entry for the new group 2 photo projects theme: untethered
i really like how this turned out. and definitely learned some cool new stuff while editing it!
photoshop is just so awesome! and i hope to really get muuuuch better at it in the next few months! :))
Hope you like it!
this is already [1hundred23] / 365 wooohoooo! :D
Thanks for visiting, commenting and/or faving!!! :))
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Deep in the savage, mosquito-ridden wilderness of northern Minnesota lies Webster Lake—a scrappy little haven for those who thrive on chaos and dirt-road defiance. Getting there is no task for the faint-hearted or faint-suspended. First, you'll rattle along several miles of washboard dirt road, your trailer groaning in protest, only to face the ultimate test: a narrow, single-lane path that snakes through the dense forest like some deranged, backwoods gauntlet.
But if you survive the journey, you'll stumble upon a true outlaw's retreat. Webster Lake is a glimmering, primitive jewel, stripped of electric trappings and plumbing indulgences. A raw and feral escape from the bloated grotesqueries of modern life. Here, you boondock like a pioneer—untethered, unbothered, and probably unshowered. The lake itself is small, yes, but it hides treasures for those willing to wet a line. Fishing here is not a sport; it's a primal communion with nature, interrupted only by the occasional roar of a two-stroke outboard at the nearby boat launch.
The campground is intimate—only 15 sites—and weekday stays are as quiet as the grave. But beware the weekend stampede; the four lakeside sites vanish faster than whiskey at a biker rally. You’ll need to bring your own tenacity, too, because the only water comes from a hand pump. Cranking that ancient iron beast is an act of rebellion against the tyranny of convenience.
Webster Lake isn’t for the soft-skinned or easily rattled. It’s a sanctuary for the wild-hearted, a place where you can shake off the suffocating layers of civilization and howl at the stars. Pack your grit, your fishing pole, and maybe some mosquito repellent. You’re gonna need it.
I was tempted to reach the summit, until I realised they were climbing untethered nearly 3000 metres up!
11.75" X 12" Jz 10-24 from the
Untethered series*created after listening to Incident At Gate 7 by the Thievery Corporation!
(March 15, 2017) Winter Storm Stella blasted up the east coast yesterday, but we didn't have much snowfall in our region of southwestern Pennsylvania. George and I enjoyed a morning walk on the Greene River Trail in Rices Landing, Pa.
Since no other humans were walking on the trail at this time, George got to do one thing he REALLY loves, and that is go for a run without the leash!!! Untethered express.
#winterstormstella #goldenretriever
"Untethered, ascending a bit higher, perhaps a bit envious of the craft, in its view, still moving up into the breeze, its time in the world but a moment from this frame
FREEDOM, freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Lost in the vast expanse of the world
Yearning for a sense of belonging
But drifting aimlessly in the winds of uncertainty
A soul untethered, seeking solace
In the echoes of a distant memory
Longing for the embrace of a mother's love
Yet finding only the cold embrace of solitude
Freedom whispers in the night
A tantalizing promise of liberation
But its price is steep, its path uncertain
And I am left adrift in a sea of choices
The weight of freedom heavy on my shoulders
As I navigate the tangled maze of existence
Seeking a beacon to guide me home
To a place where I am whole, where I am loved
Freedom, freedom, Freedom, Freedom
A paradoxical dance of joy and pain
A journey of self-discovery and loss
Yet in its depths, a glimmer of hope remains
For in the absence of a mother's touch
I find the strength to stand alone
To embrace my own light, my own truth
And in that freedom, I find my home. www.youtube.com/watch?v=rynxqdNMry4&list=RDrynxqdNMry...
I don't know who was more startled when I first encountered this untethered shed dog at Thessalonica depot during my early morning visit on 21st September 1985, but any fear of being set upon was quickly dispelled, as it transpired that the canine clearly had a leaning towards the North British-built 'Austerities' there, but perhaps he was just sensing my inner feelings at the time, and that I did not pose any kind of threat to him. Phew - all's well that ends well!
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The hot air balloon is the oldest successful human-carrying flight technology. The first untethered manned hot air balloon flight was performed by Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier and François Laurent d'Arlandes on November 21, 1783, in Paris, France, in a balloon created by the Montgolfier brothers.
A hot air balloon consists of a bag called the envelope that is capable of containing heated air. Suspended beneath is a gondola or wicker basket (in some long-distance or high-altitude balloons, a capsule), which carries passengers and (usually) a source of heat, in most cases an open flame. The heated air inside the envelope makes it buoyant since it has a lower density than the relatively cold air outside the envelope. - Wikipedia
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"What is an exoplanet?
An exoplanet is any planet beyond our solar system. Most orbit other stars, but free-floating exoplanets, called rogue planets, orbit the galactic center and are untethered to any star."
Some places are worth the dawn. When the world is still asleep, the Mont floats in a sea of clouds, untethered, weightless. For a moment, it is not a fortress but a mirage, a vision glimpsed between reality and myth.
The Manned Maneuvering Unit (MMU) is an astronaut propulsion unit that was used by NASA on three Space Shuttle missions in 1984. The MMU allowed the astronauts to perform untethered EVA spacewalks at a distance from the shuttle. The MMU was used in practice to retrieve a pair of faulty communications satellites, Westar VI and Palapa B2. Following the third mission the unit was retired from use. A smaller successor, the Simplified Aid For EVA Rescue (SAFER), was first flown in 1994, and is intended for emergency use only.