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Sedimentary rocks line the shore of Ladyfinger Point, stony witnesses to the seasonal fluctuations in the lake level
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If you'd like to appreciate shadow details and all that jazz, I'd suggest you watch it in black. Otherwise, you do what you wish! :-D
This was shot along the Samuel Boardman state park in the southern Oregon coast. This is one of the most uncomfortable spots that I've ever photographed at. The hike in is not long, but it the vegetation is all grown into the trail. There are sections of the trail that have a pretty steep drop to one of the sides; But the view once you reach a cleaning near the edge is well worth it.
For this particular spot, I was crouched in a spot where I "secured" myself between tree roots sticking out from the ground. A false step or a slip and the fall is about a 50 - 60 feet without much of an escape route. Needless to say, I was pretty alert for the time I waited for sunset.
I don't know about anyone else, but for me it's that time of year where I get super excited for Winter! I absolutely love going out in winter conditions, it's possibly my favourite time of year for photography!
Here's a shot from by far my best mountain day to date! The summit of Càrn Mòr Dearg looking towards the Arete and Ben Nevis. It was a miserable day down in Fort William and our winter skills guide had suggested going up Càrn Mòr Dearg for our mountain day as there could be a chance of getting above the cloud and he was right! I'd longed to see a cloud inversion and what better view to witness with Ben Nevis as a backdrop!
Hoping for some more amazing winter mountain days this winter :)
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I've been working on this one for awhile, and this is the first result I feel ready to share. You are looking at an 11-image stitched panorama taken on a bridge over the Athabasca River in Jasper National Park, Alberta at about 2:30am in early August. Each exposure was 30 seconds long, to let in the light from the distant stars and highlight the rest of the Milky Way galaxy. All the colors present in this panorama were there in the original images.
Apparently Jasper's "Dark Sky Festival" ended just a few days ago, on Sunday. I should be on the lookout for others who may have chosen this location to shoot from! And maybe some year I can return for this festival :). #darkskyfestival
Before Tomorrow Comes
Don't Loose Hope..
Don't turn away
Erase the repentance..
Let go of all the conviction
Probably you can change everything
Tomorrow is waiting for you..
All alone, high on a ridge in the valley, with only the mountains to bear silent witness.
Film: Film Ferrania P30
Camera: Leica M6 with 50 Summilux ASPH
Development: Ars-Imago FD as suggested
Digitised with a digital camera and contrast adjusted in LR
Witness Blanket by Carey Newman, master carver.
The Witness Blanket stands as a national monument to recognize the atrocities of the Indian residential school era, honour the children and symbolize ongoing reconciliation.
More than 150,000 Indigenous children were forced into residential schools in Canada between 1870 and 1996.
Inspired by a woven blanket, the large‐scale art installation is made from pieces of history – hundreds of items reclaimed from residential schools, churches, government buildings, and other cultural structures across Canada.
Contributions to the Witness Blanket were donated by residential school survivors and their families, band offices, friendship centres and governments.
Other items were reclaimed from former residential school sites.
Those responsible for the school system – churches and the Canadian federal government – also donated pieces as a gesture towards reconciliation.
More than 800 items from 77 communities were gathered including letters, photos, stories, books, clothing, art and fragments of buildings.
After being displayed in several Canadian locations the sculpture will be a permanent installation in the museum.
Two photographic reproductions were created for travelling exhibition.
CAREY NEWMAN
"That which we witness, we are forever changed by, and once witnessed we can never go back."
Angeles Arrien
He stood on the edge of the world, a lone figure suspended between sky and stone. Before him sprawled New Zealand's Southern Alps, their peaks — Poseidon, Sarpedon, Amphion — rising like silent arguments carved from light and ice. The glacier unfurled its pale tongue, an ancient current arrested mid-sentence, its surface rippled with the memory of motion. The air shimmered, crystalline and unrepentant, a cold clarity that cut to the marrow.
Lake Agnes lay below, a still pool, dark and sharp as polished obsidian. It absorbed the landscape without a ripple, the reflection a perfect inversion—mountains upside down, the sky swallowed by earth. The scene was a paradox: immensity caught in a whisper, time paused on the brink of collapse. He felt the grass brittle beneath his boots, the wind threading through the crevices of his jacket—a touch neither warm nor cruel, merely indifferent.
For three days he had wrestled through the entrails of the land. The rainforest had closed around him with a suffocating lushness, roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss. Streams foamed with a glacial bite, the waters quick and thoughtless, bruising his ankles as he waded through. Thorned thickets tore at his skin with the intimacy of old grudges. He climbed slopes slick with rain, his body folded into painful angles, the horizon always receding. When he reached this place, the fog had been thick enough to erase the contours of the world. His tent had trembled in the night winds, the cold seeping in like an unwelcome thought.
But then dawn came, unburdened and lucid. The veil lifted, and the mountains revealed themselves in their raw articulation. They did not posture or proclaim—they simply were, immutable and unscripted. The glacier’s silence was more profound than any roar; the peaks did not loom so much as exist beyond scale.
Here, in this distilled emptiness, the trivial machinery of the world he had fled seemed absurd. The restless striving, the ceaseless revolutions of ambition and vanity—all of it shrank to the size of a pebble lost in a chasm. There was no wheel here to turn, no circuit to complete. Only the landscape, bare and relentless in its honesty.
He filled his lungs, the air sharp enough to taste. It was an act of quiet rebellion, this deliberate witnessing. In that breath, he found not freedom, but a dissolution of need. The lines between man and mountain wavered, softened by the sheer scale of indifference. If he stayed long enough, perhaps he too would become part of this tableau—his form dissolving into lichen and shadow, his presence no more than a pause in the wilderness’s endless thought.
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We extended our stay in Dublin with a tour to Northern Ireland. Three hours drive north brought us to one of the most stunning scenes I've ever witnessed. No wonder that the location-scouts for "Lord of the Rings" and "Game of Thrones" used this place as a filming location for there fairytale movies.
The 250 year old Beechtrees must have been part of a hedge and due to lack of maintenance grew like they do now.
Downside to the popularity of this place is the large amount of visitors, which makes it almost impossible to take an image without people in it. I admit that in PS I removed one couple and their photographer from this image.
This bucketlist-location was definitely worth a visit.
Enjoy!
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Witnessing these majestic birds perform their intricate courtship ritual is a symphony of nature's romance.
Interior of Poptaslot, Marsum
Exposure 0.003 sec (1/320)
Aperture f/11.0
Focal Length 18 mm
ISO Speed 400
Exposure Bias +1 EV
(software Sony Raw converter, PaintshopPro X2)
Filling our senses with that which is unseen! I saw the light. I felt the light. It was pleasing on this frigid morning. But I felt something more, something that the eye cannot see. I felt the magic of this fleeting moment- a burst of light transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary- a grand reward to witness. I have no other motives than this reward. It is why I find excitement and enthusiasm to capture light, explore new horizons, and witness the beauty of our world around us.
D800
16mm
1/80 sec
f/8
ISO 100
Single image edited in LRCC and PSCC.
© 2015 Chris Ross Photography. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy, share, link, or use this image in any form, digital or otherwise, on blogs, personal or professional websites or any other media form without my direct written permission.
Yosemite National Park - You never know with Horsetail Falls if conditions will be right for the Falls to glow. More often than not the magic doesn't happen, so when it does, it is magical indeed! On this occasion the Falls appeared more yellow than orange. I have been lucky enough to witness this phenomena on 3 separate occasions. The first time we visited was before it was so popular, many years ago.
Fascinating to witness this Cicada Killer Wasp carrying a paralysed Cicada to it's burrow without needing to fly around to navigate it's course.
Cicada-killer wasps hunt in the trees for cicadas, which feed on sap using their piercing mouthparts. Once found, the wasp quickly stings and paralyses its victim. The heavy burden is then flown or dragged to the wasp's underground nest where an egg is laid on it. Having provided its unhatched larva with fresh food, the wasp then seals the nest. Sometimes the cicada-killer wasp returns to the exact spot where it captured its prey to feed on the sap that now leaks from the hole made in the tree by the cicada.
This is the only Genus of Cicada Killer Wasps in Australia. They are 4 cm long.
Church San Pedro González Telmo. Located in the oldest area of Buenos Aires was built in 1734 by Jesuit missionaries. He witnessed the growth, progress and decadence of the city of Buenos Aires. Even today it retains some of its old splendor. San Telmo. Old Buenos Aires city. Argentina.
The night before last, I witnessed one of the most incredible electric storms I have ever seen. It's hard to emphasize it in a photo... Most of it was heat lightning, but it was going through about 5-8 flashes per second, non-stop for over 4 straight hours. These flashes are what illuminated the clouds so well.
I love the sky in this image, but this is unfortunately the best I can do on a foreground, telephone poles and all... This has been my biggest frustration with living in middle Tennessee. Sure, I see better compositions every once in a while, but there's nowhere to pull over, or it's in someone's backyard...
Ugh...