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I'm still working through pictures from a road trip through Oregon and Washington State with Kevin Benedict back at the end of May. I had a hard time coming up with any kind of appropriate title for this photo of the Oneonta gorge near the end of the lower trail where the Oneonta creek crashes down in a dramatic set of falls. In many ways it defies description and feels like a place out of a mythological past. The Gorge is breathtaking, and we had come prepared to freeze our butts off in the glacial runoff water. However, in an unusual (nearly unheard of) turn it was nearly 100 degrees F in the area that day and so hordes of people sought out relief in the cool water. In our dry suits we felt very overdressed and a little silly.
I was struggling mightily that day as I woke up with a crashing migraine the likes of which I've not had in many years. Advil seemed to have little effect and I couldn't focus or find interesting compositions here, especially with so many people around. After a time, the natural beauty of it began to relax me and I shook off most of the fog. Since we had nothing better to do, we patiently outwaited the hordes to get a shot here and there. For this one I got a little lower down close to the river to get the water rushing over the rocks. Cropped it wide to try to capture some of the drama of the giant moss-covered walls a bit better.
As delightful as the gorge was, I feel like I need a return journey to do it better justice. Preferably at a slightly less busy time.
Il est cuisinier de l’enthousiasme, les potions qu’il fait ont le pouvoir de nous faire aimer passionnément toutes sortes de choses.
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Elle garde et berce les secrets. De sa voix, elle murmure les chants qui les accompagnent avant leur libération.
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Os invito a visitar mis expos
I invite you to visit my expos
well, it will be in 8 minutes...
i've made a pact with myself to go nowhere near my computer tomorrow until i check off most of the things on my "to do" list.
yes, yes. you caught me.
yesterday's and today's pics are from the same shoot.
sorry, it's all i've got right now.
if you want an explanation of yesterday's photo, click on the "wordless on wednesday" set i made.
g'night flicks.
i'm looking forward to relaxing next week and catching up on all your brilliance then...
song of the day: i felt the chill before the winter came, by elvis costello
ps. i've been tagged by a few people this week and i just want you to know i'm not ignoring it... i'll get on that next week! thanks for thinking of me! ;)
Alice has been standing there in the snow, almost like a statue as the flakes build up on her hair and some on her face and nose. They melt, when the heat is enough, but she does not move to brush them off. It might look *off* for anyone watching, but the alley is a safe place, for replicants. But when she turns and meets his embrace, the flakes fall from her, only a few left. "I was... well I am so glad to see you." She stares in his eyes, making a kiss me pout of her lips
Jericho's brows furrowed. With all his might, he fought back the emotion as best he could amidst his exhausted panting. His hand lifting up slowly, his fingers tracing her figure from her thigh up to her jawline. His thumb lightly caressing her chin. Still wordless - after such an evening - the gesture of the path of his hand seemingly symbolizing the rise of consciousness 'he' and 'she' embodied throughout their struggle...
Don't follow the flock, be a rebel and look here ;P
80/365
Something that makes me very sad. It has for years...since school. Since being "not the same" as everyone else. lol.
I think one of the saddest things to me (aside from illiteracy, and abuse of a child) is to see people who can't think for themselves. People who can't BE themselves, people that think they have to conform to some way in order to live happily.
I think one of the best things we have going for us, is our voice and our opinion, and our free will to even HAVE an opinion.In all aspects of life.
It just saddens me that there are so many people out there, that are scared to have an opinion. Just thinking of all the shit going on in the world today, and it has been on my mind, sorry for rambling, i don't usually do that.
here's the thing: flickr "relationships" can be fun, interesting, flattering, educational, even supportive and meaningful in some ways, to an extent.
but there are conditions that seem to include constant self-promotion, or rather this sort of feverish activity:
"HEY, HERE I AM! I'M STILL HERE! i'm here every day! i'm posting! especially photos of my face & body because that's what people like to look at the most! and i'm spending extraordinary amounts of time processing these pix to make them look 'cool' & serious & funny & amazing & beautiful & unique & everything - striving to capture your consistent attention & admiration & concern & support & flattery.
OH! and of COURSE i'm commenting on your photos and fave-ing them every day too! and reminding you that i think YOU and *YOUR* photos are as special & beautiful & unique & extraordinary & funny & amazing and did i say beautiful & unique as EVER?!"
it's exhausting. questionable. and misses the point much of the time for some of us. (one of which is self-expression of and through the medium in what we hope are skillful artistics, creative, interesting and/or evocative ways and means.)
and let me tell you this: people will, do forget about you. or perhaps think about you from time to time, but unless you bother, they won't.
unless you are friends in "real life" (which is becoming a frighteningly nebulous entity as technology marches on) - meaning spending time and *space* together sans technology - that is, face-to-face, body-to-body, *in* each other's concrete worlds of flesh and nature and environs and happenings and over a course of time and experiences and ... that ...
well, online relations are honestly pretty much ephemeral, insubstantial, superficial in the scheme of one's whole and significant life.
check it out. sign off/over/out. quit posting or commenting for a month. delete your facebooks and spacebooks and hooks 'n' crooks accounts. don't send those photos or voicemails or texts or check-in emails every now and again. go commando. watch what happens.
no, nothing dramatic has happened to elicit this musing.
i'm not feeling bitter. just realistic, checked-in to the nitty and gritty.
observing, speculating, assessing.
make sure you know what/who you're leaning on baby.
and make sure you got your own back.
Lavandière de tristesse, grâce à sa lessive elle débarrasse nos vies de la grisaille et ré-illumine nos instants de fraîcheur.
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We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
Winston S. Churchill
We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.
J.K. Rowling
The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless…beyond speech…beyond concept.
Thomas Merton
Unity is strength, division is weakness.
Swahili Proverb
There is beauty and power in unity. We must be united in heart and mind. One world, one people.
Lailah Gifty Akita
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I took a hike in the woods of Spencer's Butte. There aren't many people out on a foggy day and it left me conversing with the stalwarts that hold court on the trail...these are the wordless dialogues that I so love...
Continuing my red theme week.
Wordless on Thursdays...
For once I'm stuck for a title.I'll use the best suggestion I get today. Thanks folks
I used a minipod like a gorrillapod placed on the platform floor to get this angle
sigma 10-20mm on a canon 50D 1/15s exposure catches allows movement in the slowing train
Consider the other kingdoms. The
trees, for example, with their mellow-sounding
titles: oak, aspen, willow.
Or the snow, for which the peoples of the north
have dozens of words to describe its
different arrivals. Or the creatures, with their
thick fur, their shy and wordless gaze. Their
infallible sense of what their lives
are meant to be. Thus the world
grows rich, grows wild, and you too,
grow rich, grow sweetly wild, as you too
were born to be.
--Mary Oliver
"A hidden story in those eyes
unsaid, wordless yet spoken
a wanderer or a lost princess
a queen or a fairy of these woods
those eyes of her tell stories
stories of her silent walks
down her lands of dreams and thoughts
searching herself or searching someone
trying to find answers
or asking right questions
a hidden story in those eyes
unsaid, wordless yet spoken"
By Quill