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This is for Sliders Sunday today, based on an ICM of the local autumn beechwoods.
It was made entirely in Affinity using the Mirror filter (two mirrors), the ripple filter, and posterise on multiple copies of the layers blended together. (Do ask if you would like the Affinity file for more detail!)
I'll post a link to the in-camera version in the first comment as usual so that you can see whence we came :) I'll also post a link to the proper processed version of the ICM.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Sliders Sunday :)
Well, there's another Orange too but you can't see it in the photo. Your Photographer is being transported by the Spirit of Tasmania with its distinctive Orange almost Red Hull... Standing on an outside deck, I pulled out my cell photo to make a call and exactly at that point - to my great surpise - this magnificent female - regard her amazing ovipositor - Lissopimpla excelsa landed on its leather. Whence she came on a drab evening of a glum day well into the waters of Bass Strait, I know not. Perhaps the gusty wind carried her to my leather. The English name denominates the way a given orchid dupes the male of the kind to believe it's a female wasp, so he tries to mate with the flower.
The background of the photo shows into what kind of gray we were sailing.
Ichneumon's Orange was paralleled for me after my early arrival in Devonport. Waiting for the hotel to open, I made my way to Mersey Bluff Lighthouse. To my delight the Coastal Rocks (see inset) were bright Hymeneliacean Orange in the early sun. I think this lichen must be Tremolecia atrata...
There are a couple of butterflies - the Northern and the Pearl Crescent - whose flying seasons and territories overlap, and whose descriptions always include that each is very hard to distinguish from the other.
They are small - this one is resting on a part of a small clover flower - and quite brilliantly colourful. I am staking my identification on the orange at the end of the ‘antennal clubs’, which tends, in the eastern part of Canada, to be restricted to the Northern Crescent.
The Northern Crescent is a brushfoot butterfly, like Monarchs, Mourning Cloaks, and White Admirals. This family name refers to the presence of atrophied legs at the front of the butterfly, often covered in hair (whence ‘brush’). As a consequence, these butterflies walk on four legs instead of six, and that four leg description is sometimes used. In this image, the atrophied ‘brushfeet’ are visible below the eye of the Northern Crescent, tucked close to the body.
This image was taken in a field in Lanark County, where I watched a lot of butterfly species off and on over the span of a month. There is something irreducibly delightful about being able to watch and photograph these beautiful, tiny creatures.
“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”
― Ranata Suzuki
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=scTDEj0yYUQ
FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE – MATT MONRO
I cannot sleep
I walk the street
deserted now and Winter bleak
the Beast strike two sweeps from the East
from Russia with love
and Scandinavia sends me the sweetest dove
that sings so beautifully in first light
and tugs my heart strings makes me fight
against the darkness that has silenced me
the icy grip that will not set me free
will you walk one day in my shoes
and I will walk one day in yours
reconvene as midnight strikes on the hour
settle up outstanding scores
no I didn't think so ...
these wounds are more mine than yours
I don't doubt that you have suffered
but this does not detract
from this haunting melancholy melody
that plays upon the loop on a single solemn track
my tears freeze on my cheeks as I give way and mourn
and wandering silently I try to weather this latest storm
I can hear you wondering what is she saying now
but I took a vow of silence and once upon a time somehow
the circle of life goes round and round
it spins and turns and hits the ground
running here and running there
finding nothing no-one cares
people live their lives in drifts
to speak out loud won't heal the rifts
each to our own and own your grief
as I own mine and place a wreath
upon the frozen snowbound land
and reach out for an invisible hand
I still feel the warmth where once
a loving hand that was yours held mine
before this day and love grew cold
and squeezed the warmth from all the sunshine
devoid of all my spent emotions
I trickled back to whence I'd come
the house where I just go through the motions
waiting is so futile for you'll not be coming home
now all the world begins to waken
and I at last fall into bed
my mind is slowing my thoughts are leaving
oblivion takes me and cushions my emptying head
and when I wake for just a moment
I won't remember anything
the time between my sleep and waking
is the most precious time I think
where child-like innocence still exists
and adult worries are cast aside
I wish that it could last for longer
so I don't have to run and hide
now is the calm not before but after
the storm that is named as Mr Darcy
and pride came first before the fall
and the prejudice against me was the wrecking ball.
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A close up of an interesting piece of the sky ...during the days of yore whenced it rained~
...I am aware this isn't very clear.....to see more grain, lol, enlarge.
This is another sunrise shot from that enchanted corner of our busy world, the meanders of the river Adda near Airuno. If you think that it is very similar to the previous one, The Round of the four Elements, you are right: this is the very same view, taken some minutes later with a different lens, so that it is classifiable as a "detail landscape".
In the previous wideangle shot I felt strongly the intimate interplay of the traditional four Elements - whence the title. Here, correspondingly, I was impressed by the feeling that the river and the wetland beyond were transpiring forgotten tales together with the mist. Tales told in the secret language of Nature, which we can obscurely understand since we are among Nature's children. Tales as ancient as the world. Tales from the Earth.
I was a blessed beholder of this little miracle - when I deeply felt that the whole universe is an infinitely interconnected totality, where everything is in intimate relationship with everything else - as modern physics teaches us. I am glad to have had a chance to capture at least some scraps of the magic of this moment and offer it to other people.
This image comes from a blending of a -1.7/0/+1.7ev bracketing by luminosity masks, processed in The Gimp. The more I explore this technique, the more I feel amazed by its versatility and seemingly unlimited power in post-processing.
Spirit, lovely guest, who are you?
Whence have you flown down to us?
Taciturn and without a sound
Why have you abandoned us?
Where are you? Where is your dwelling?
What are you, where did you go?
Why did you appear,
Heavenly, upon the Earth?
Excerpt from The Mysterious Visitor by Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky
Photo captured at Finians Foraois. A beautiful and mystical Celtic dream shrouded in mist, moonlight and magic. The forest is home to fairies, centaurs, and much abundant wildlife.
to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came. ~ John F. Kennedy
Watching the ocean on a windy morning @ Wrighstville Beach, NC.
Taken just as the snow storm was clearing.
Some interesting foot prints... I don't know who, or what they belong to... Could be a sheep, could be a deer... either way, they seem to abruptly stop!
Perhaps... the animal walked towards the tree, and was mysteriously abducted by aliens! Or, maybe there's a very clever sheep walking forwards... then reveresing in stealth mode, following in the exact footprints from whence it came!! Or, of course it could be that the tree itself walked up to the fence, jumped over and settled down to take in the view!!!
Other theories welcome. You need to view large to see what I mean... :-)
Update
The Magic Tree appeared on the front page :-) Thanks for all the views, comments and favs.
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We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
JFKennedy
The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles...
[from "First Snow" by Mary Oliver]
and we do indeed have our first snow; it has been a long time coming this season...
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
John F. Kennedy
Not too far down the road from our old house, rests the original house built on the road. The house was built under the Federal Homestead Act of 1862 which provided land, mostly in the West, to people that were willing to settle on and farm the land for 5 years. The descendants of the original occupants still live across the road, in a much finer house albeit, and probably keep this old homestead to remind them from whence they came.
Happy Slider's Sunday Everyone
Nevada City CA
In olden days common ragwort was supposed to be 'a certaine remedie to help the Staggers in Horses,' whence one of its popular names, Staggerwort. One of its other names, Stammerwort, probably indicates a belief in its efficacy as a remedy for impediment of speech.
When we had Mr Leaky, the portable roll around AC unit, he sadly peed on the floor despite our efforts to teach him better manners. Further, despite bailing the tray upon which the bottom drain drained, often every 15 minutes to half an hour, he managed to wet the floor causing cupping of the oak floor boards. Needless to say Mr Leaky was returned to the big box store from whence he was purchased and we have a much better behaved window AC unit.
The rough-cut, weathered surface of a railway sleeper (railroad tie, to Americans), supporting the rail line leading to the Rocksprings trestle, is accentuated by the late afternoon desert sun. The hardwood sleepers, though roughly alike in size and shape, are remarkably different in grain and texture, each as unique as the individual tree from whence it came.
Camera: Nikon Nikomat FTN (1967-1975, with Nikkor 35-70mm f/3.3-4.5 lens).
Film: 35mm 100 ISO Arista.edu Ultra, developed in Arista Liquid Developer for 6:30 minutes @ 70 degrees, and scanned with an Epson V600 scanner.
"Wildness we might consider as the root of the authentic spontaneities of any being. It is that wellspring of creativity whence comes the instinctive activities that enable all living beings to obtain their food, to find shelter, to bring forth their young: to sing and dance and fly through the air and swim through the depths of the sea. This is the same inner tendency that evokes the insight of the poet, the skill of the artist and the power of the shaman."
Thomas Berry
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In the Autumn Garden, Red Bistort is still drawing insects: some Hoverflies, Wasps, a few Honeybees, some Ladybirds, and a small company of various Flies, mostly tiny.
Here's a small orange-yellow Lauxaniid Fly. The name was coined by 'the father of modern entomology', Pierre André Latreille (1762-1833) in 1804. But there's a problem with it. Nobody seem to know whence that name. It is said Latreille derived it from a so-called Greek word - λαύξω. The formidable Nomenclator zoologicus (1842-1846) by Louis Agassiz and modernised (2013-2014) by Elio Corte notes that that Greek word is 'untraceable', a 'parola introvabile'. Its Latin synonym is 'epulor', to feast well or to dine sumptuously. Perhaps that's what our Fly is just about to do.
I don’t know, look, it’s terrible how it’s raining. It’s raining all the time, dense and gray outside, here drops, dull and hard, come against the balcony with a splat!, squashing themselves like slaps piling one onto another, how tedious. Now a droplet appears just at the top of the window frame; stays there quivering against the sky, shattered into a thousand subdued glints, about to fall down but won’t fall, still won’t fall. It holds on tight, all nails, doesn’t want to fall and it’s clear it grips with its teeth while its belly grows bigger and bigger; it’s now a majestic drop hanging there, and then plonk, there it goes, splat, undone, nothing, only a clammy something on the marble.
But there are those that kill themselves and surrender right away, sprouting in the frame whence they jump off outright; I can even make out the dive’s vibration, their little legs falling off and the inebriating scream in the fleetingness of the fall and their annihilation. Sad, gloomy, despondent drops, plump and gullible drops. Good-bye drops. Good-bye.
Julio Cortázar.
A partial view of the path I mentioned yesterday, very nicely and neatly cut through the meadows, and weaving between the stands of pines dotting the landscape. It extended well to the left of this shot, and to the right as well until it encountered wetlands. As I said, I had been here before but finding this new walkway, clearly thoughtfully laid out was a highly unusual and appreciated bonus, and I traversed the entirety of the track and thoroughly enjoyed the unusually smooth journey, never even having to look down for footing as is typically required.
As expected, no people around, and I suspect the owner may have created this for ATV use. I was surprised, however, by a dog sitting silently in the trees watching me as I unexpectedly spotted him at close range. While I love dogs, I admit to some uncertainty in this circumstance and after snapping a quick shot (which turned out blurry probably due to the fact that I was already in retreat when I snapped it), I turned back from whence I came, a series of emphatic (and very hopeful) assertions of "Good dog!" apparently keeping him at bay.
There is a sea shanty (song) now famous on the net. The Weller brothers came from Sydney and set up a whaling station on this rock in 1831 and also a trading network. Sadly they were too efficient taking 300 whales in their first season. Whales in our harbour are still rare.
The Sea shanty/ballad: The Longest Johns (TikTok) but may have been written in the 19th century
There once was a ship that put to sea
And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow (Hah!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 2]
She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her, a right whale bore
The captain called all hands and swore
He'd take that whale in tow (Hah!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 3]
Before the boat had hit the water
The whale's tail came up and caught her
All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
When she dived down below (Huh!)
[Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin' is done
We'll take our leave and go
[Verse 4]
No line was cut, no whale was freed
The Captain's mind was not on greed
But he belonged to the whaleman's creed
She took that ship in tow (Huh!)
A small plastic figure, found (and left) on the street. I presume it's a character from some children's book, but I have no idea whence.
For Macro Mondays Theme 'plastic'
Toy Project Day 1712
One lobster order coming up! And no, I'm not on the menu. No eating the servers or cooks! That'll be 500 yǐn please.
Geez! Demons! So rude!
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Taken at the Night Market, a shopping event. The current round ends March 15, 2025 if you want to take a picture of the demon before he returns from whence he came. I don't know if he's a permanent fixture or not as it's the first time I've gone.
An angel in Providence's famous Swan Point Cemetery. She always has a fresh flower in her hands. From whence it comes I do not know.
My own texture applied here:
Barn texture
Cooking stone texture
Amiens, city, capital of Somme département, Hauts-de-France région, principal city and ancient capital of Picardy, northern France, in the Somme River valley, north of Paris. Famed since the Middle Ages are its textile industry and its great Gothic cathedral of Notre-Dame, one of the finest in France.
Known as Samarobriva in pre-Roman times and capital of the Ambiani (whence the modern name), Amiens became a Roman city, Christianized in the 4th century by St. Firmin, its first bishop. Its territory became the medieval countship of Amiénois, and its citizens profited from rivalry between bishop and count to gain a charter early in the 12th century. The Peace of Amiens (1802) marked a short pause in the Napoleonic Wars. In 1914, after a brief incursion into the city, the invading Germans dug in 18 miles (29 km) east; their final drive in 1918 was stopped 8 miles (13 km) from the city. In World War II, Amiens was occupied by the Germans. After serious damage in both wars, the city centre was rebuilt.
The old part of Amiens, including the reconstructed 17th-century city hall, the 15th-century church of Saint-Germain, and the ancient theatre with the Louis XVI facade, is latticed with seven branches of the river.
Typical Appalachian cove forest with Rhododendron maximum in bloom, Chinquapin Mountain Trail, Nantahala National Forest.
Name suggested by a comment from Cadeyrn Drust: these cove forests can be heavenly, until you have to bushwhack through the Rhododendron understory (whence the name "Rhododendron hell" to describe an Appalachian heath bald).
Pentax K-1
SMC Pentax-A 1:2.8 24mm
Iridient Developer
I hesitate to post this batch as I think it a reasonable guess that you've had your fill of kites shots of late.
This shot is the last in a sequence of 7. I was some distance from the kite when he caught the mouse and watched him perch in a tree down the end of the paddock. After seeing me he left the tree and flew towards me, did a few low circuits overhead and then flew back whence he'd came. Fanciful as it seems, I reckon he went out of his way to show me the mouse ...... The sequence, in reverse order, shows him closing in and then flying around me.
Black-shouldered Kite, A.C.T.
The former St. John's Anglican Chapel (1894-1968) in Moorehead (Clarendon), Quebec, Canada.
It closed its doors and ceased to function as a church in August 1968, whence there were only 3 families attending regular services.
Moorehead, also spelled "Moorhead", formerly called "Clark's Settlement", was named for Janis Moorhead, the wife of William S. Clark, who founded the Pontiac Agricultural Society and helped to finance the first Shawville Fair.
Sverd i fjell (English: Swords in Rock) is a commemorative monument located in the county of Hafrsfjord, in Madla which is in the city of Stavanger (in Norway).
The monument was created by sculptor Fritz Røed from Bryne and was unveiled by king Olav V of Norway in 1983. The three swords stand 10 metres tall and are planted into the rock of a small hill next to the fjord. They commemorate the historic Battle of Hafrsfjord that took place there in the year 872, when King Harald Fairhair gathered all of Norway under one crown.
The largest sword represents the victorious Harald, and the two smaller swords represent the defeated petty kings. The monument also represents peace, since the swords are planted into solid rock, whence they may never be removed.
Stavanger,
Norway
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(Antrim Coast, Northern Ireland)
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What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
(Ecclesiastes 1:3-7)
I waken, remembering, sensing the alchemy of
sweet perfume, white flowers mingled in the
crucible of the snowstorm… whence is that
goodly fragrance? I eagerly throw open my
window, tear at its metaphorical shutters and slash
the curtain between the
ordinary and the
holy…
knowing I will see coatings white surplices and under
stand the goodly pigment and fragrance of
winter with the eye of
God.
And I see,
I see how
the Divine Painter loves the
cold north with its ploughed
streets and banks of layered sur
plices, frozen life dotted here and
there with red and green people taking
control of snow to allow
ordinary tasks. I am home where I am
destined to be, loved in the holy garments of
God. I pause my clattering head, accepting
the gift of perfect
Quietude.
Yuletide.
another view from my living room window
texture=mine+topaz
Like a fading flower,
Fragile, wilting in its vase,
It seemed time and life conspired
To take the color from her face
Where went the cherries from her lips,
And the apples from her cheeks?
And whence the sparkle from her eyes,
And the music from her speech?
Alcácer do Sal is the first town of the Baixo Alentejo, 52km from Setúbal on the banks of the Sado. It is one of Portugal’s oldest ports, founded by the Phoenicians and made a regional capital under the Moors – whence its name (al-Ksar, “the town”) derives. The other part of its name, do Sal, “of salt”, reflects the dominance of the salt industry in these parts; the Sado estuary is still fringed with salt marshes.
Alcácer do Sal, Alentejo, Portugal
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the sea,
whether it is to sail or to watch -
we are going back from whence we came.
John F. Kennedy
Loch Striven, Argyll and Bute, Scotland.
This snap was taken at the entrance to the Glenstriven Estate and Glenstriven House, which was built in the 1860s.
Interestingly, in the 1940s Loch Striven was used to test midget submarines and the bouncing bombs of Dambusters fame.
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Strive to enter in at the strait gate: for many, I say unto you, will seek to enter in, and shall not be able. When once the master of the house is risen up, and hath shut to the door, and ye begin to stand without, and to knock at the door, saying, Lord, Lord, open unto us; and he shall answer and say unto you, I know you not whence ye are.
(Luke 13:24-25)
In these verses, Jesus warned that a day will come when it is too late to be saved. Life is short and uncertain; we must not put off getting right with God until it is too late.
When you walk through the well-known H'Art Museum (formerly the Hermitage; but what a terrible acronym!) and exit at the rear you'll be in the pretty Hoftuin. The Hoftuin has a small herbal garden and that's where Olymp saw this nice Nasturtium, still out in fine colors. In Dutch it's called 'Oost-Indische Kers', suggesting a provenance from the East Indies. The confusion apparently arose because Dutch fleets from the East Indies often sailed back via South America, the West Indies, whence this plant (www.flickr.com/photos/87453322@N00/44512980795/in/photoli...).
This image is a reminder of a delightful spring morning in Prince Edward County, trekking along to the lighthouse point. The trail circumnavigates a swampy area at the end of the harbour, and it opens onto Lake Ontario. There isn’t much in the way of wildlife that hasn’t shown up along that trail, in the swamp or out in the harbour.
The brilliant yellow throat and the spotted carapace (whence the French name) are vivid field marks.
The Blanding’s is endangered in Canada. Two leucistic turtles hatched in Ottawa last week and are thought to be the first recorded in Canada.
The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever!
flowing past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain - not a single
answer has been found -
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.
~First Snow , Mary Oliver
Looking back from whence I came. The colour is provided by Red Campion in a pool of sunlight.
Norfolk Woodland.
It was slowly coming towards me, and right overhead, when it suddenly decided to go back whence it had come -- this odd manoeuvre resulted in a sharp U-turn, and it then resumed its stately progress
Another from Stokksnes, this time from the beach with a rather nice draw of water rushing back to whence it came.
'Look, ReX!', I exclaimed, 'and be snappy about it!'. And ReX did look down and captured a little chunk of gold in the Lazuline Sea due east of Raf Raf, northern Tunisia. From about 8000 metres on high, not as sharp as I'd like but the best ReX could do...
Back in Amsterdam, I managed to find some tidbits of information about Pilau. Well-known portulanist Giovanni di Antonio da Uzzano in his fifteenth-century Practica della mercatura mentions our island as Camalera and it's clear from his description it's close to Ras el-Djebel near Bizerte.
Confusingly, Livio Sanuto (c.1520-1576) in his Geography uses both Gamelera and Garelmelen; moreover, in his index of place names he mentions two Gameleras, one an 'isoletta nel territorio di Tunis', the other an 'isola nel territorio di Tunis'. If you then go to the page (62) for the 'isola' it turns out to be one of the Kerkennah Islands off the central east coast of Tunisia well away from Pilau. These he identifies with the Cercina of Antiquity. Elsewhere he adds that Gamelera is 'scritto con tal nome'.
But our Pilau is more likely that tiny island - 'isoletta' - of which he has little to say but Uzzano more. If it's the same island its name from the Arabic and Maltese is translated into English as Fiery Summit.
Incidentally, Sanuto also has a few interesting remarks on Hammamet whence we were flying.
ReX and I were intrigued by Pilau's capital-'T' shape. But even more by the wonderful colors, which reminded me of a set of valued lapis-lazuli with gold cuff links I once owned!