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I don't remember how to write poetry anymore. I've not written a line, verse, or stanza in nearly 15 years.

I do write a lot, of course. If you follow me for even the shortest of whiles, you've seen this. But it's writing, not poetry. Not exactly.

Ideally, I'd like to publish a book of photography & poems/poetry together. No idea if anyone wants that, but I do, and I suppose that's nearly all that should matter here. (It isn't, but that's fine too.)

The last poetry book I published (are we still calling them chapbooks for some reason?) was exhausting. The writing was, I mean. Reading it was too, but that was the point.

I gathered all of my words and made them as inaccessible as possible. And then I was finished. Truly finished, maybe.

Straying into rhyming and actual meter isn't something I'll do, so it's that vague other thing - writing thoughts with oddly-placed line breaks and spaces denoting something something and calling it a day.

That. That's what I haven't been able to do.

Also, I won't write poetry about writing. It's my own personal Rubicon/Vietnam.

But we'll see.

Nobody asked, so it's potentially happening.

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'A Haunt of Fears'

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Missouri

July 2024

Winter mood

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The first written mention dates back to 1465. The Gothic fortress in the valley of the Dírenský brook on a granite cliff was built in the 14th century. By damming the stream and breaking off the rock neck, the cliff turned into an island. In 1530, the Knights of the Káb from Rybňany became the owners of the fortress. Jan Kába of Rybňany had the old Gothic fortress rebuilt into a more comfortable Renaissance chateau, since then called "Nová Lhota".

The name "Červená Lhota" appears only from the beginning of the 17th century, according to the colour of the castle.

The Skagit Valley is the trulip capital of western Washington state but it is also known for it's variety of other agricultural crops such as blueberries, raspberries, strawberries daffodils, pickling cucumbers, specialty potatoes, Jonagold apples, green peas, and vegetable seed are some of the more important crops in this maritime valley.

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Aerial drone view of Lummi Island's ferryboat sailing to Gooseberry Point during a dramatic autumnal sunrise.

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Aerial view of the popular Cannon Beach area with Haystack Rock in the distance.

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After hiking though few cold water springs that oozed out of the mud, I came across a beautiful little lush-green meadow with a fallen tree trunk. I'll leave it to you to decide what the subject of this image is, however...

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Aerial view of the beautiful Skagit Valley. The Skagit Valley is home to the largest commercial flower bulb industry outside of Holland.

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The resort is all decked out in holiday regalia. A wonderful time for a visit to this beautiful spot in British Columbia, Canada.

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Farmland featuring a daffodil field and soon to be arriving...tulips!

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I've already written a lengthy account of my visit to Kynance Cove last weekend. You probably don't want to hear any more about it, but there's always another tale somewhere if I can just drag it out of this keyboard on a Friday evening at the end of another long week at the swamp.

Some of you will have read stories on this page of the adventures and misadventures of a wide angle lens that came into my possession in the spring of 2019. I won't go over those again - no need to overuse a well worn saga. Recently I resolved to revive its fortunes because it had lain unused in my spare bag for several months. I was worried that it might start to show signs of neglect, and it had also occurred to me that there may have been a reason why I'd purchased it in the first place. So one evening I resolved to address the situation, deliberately leaving the other lenses at home and took it to Gwithian, where we had a very enjoyable evening together (or at least we did until a large party invaded my space along with an over enthusiastic dog, whose name I learned in full Sensurround more than once was Spencer). If a lens were some form of sentient being it might have felt like one of your children does when you take them somewhere special on their own. Not that I've ever done anything like that or I'd have still been hearing about it twenty years later. My daughter still complains about her brother having a Penguin biscuit when for some unremembered reason she missed out on one. This happened in 1996 by the way.

So that was it. I'd made my point and used the lens and made some shots that I was happy enough with. One of them I shared with you three or four weeks ago, although when I remember the heat of the afternoon that day it seems a lot longer. Now I could stuff the lens back into its bag like the lone occupant of an empty old manor house and everything would return to normal. Except that the lens stayed on the camera. This was partly because I'd forgotten just how sharp it could make an image from back to front, and partly because it just happened that in a couple of subsequent outings it was the only one which was going to swallow the entire composition that I had in mind. Last Saturday at Kynance was one of those days, and this view over the sea stacks could only work if I had some foreground in the composition. For that I needed to zoom out to 16mm.

Standing among this outcrop high on the cliff I moved the tripod about by small degrees, a couple of inches to the left, half a step backwards, trying very slightly different placings and then making a focus stack. Ultimately the ever changing sky decided which version I'd share with you and all of the small and subtle foreground changes became irrelevant.

So now the lens is back where it belongs. There it sits in front of me in the main bag, adding to my options and so also by default my confusion levels as I head out towards the great wherever with that sense of anticipation that makes us all what we are. Tomorrow I have a plan. I want to try and do a better job of an image I took in the summer. Wish me luck. I love having a plan and I love not knowing what adventures tomorrow will bring. Have a great weekend everyone, and remember to dust off that forgotten piece of kit you paid all that money for and have left unused. You won't regret it.

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Amsterdam - Govert Flinckstraat

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Govert (or Govaert) Teuniszoon Flinck (25 January 1615 – 2 February 1660) was a Dutch painter of the Dutch Golden Age.

Born at Kleve, capital of the Duchy of Cleves, which was occupied at the time by the United Provinces, he was apprenticed by his father to a silk mercer, but having secretly acquired a passion for etching and drawing, was sent to Leeuwarden, where he boarded in the house of Lambert Jacobszoon, a Mennonite, better known as an itinerant preacher than as a painter.

Here Flinck was joined by Jacob Backer, and the companionship of a youth determined like himself to be an artist only confirmed his passion for painting. Amongst the neighbours of Jacobszon at Leeuwarden were the sons and relations of Rombertus van Uylenburgh, whose daughter Saskia married Rembrandt in 1634. Other members of the same family lived at Amsterdam, cultivating the arts either professionally or as amateurs. The pupils of Lambert probably gained some knowledge of Rembrandt by intercourse with the Ulenburgs. Certainly Joachim von Sandrart, who visited Holland in 1637, found Flinck acknowledged as one of Rembrandt's best pupils, and living habitually in the house of the dealer Hendrick van Uylenburgh at Amsterdam.

For many years Flinck laboured on the lines of Rembrandt, following that master's style in all the works which he executed between 1636 and 1648. With aspirations as a history painter, however, he looked to the swelling forms and grand action of Peter Paul Rubens, which led to many commissions for official and diplomatic painting. Flinck's relations with Cleves became in time very important. He was introduced to the court of the Great Elector, Friedrich Wilhelm I of Brandenburg, who possessed the Duchy and who married in 1646 Louisa of Orange. He obtained the patronage of John Maurice of Nassau, who was made stadtholder of Cleves in 1649.

In 1652 a citizen of Amsterdam, Flinck married in 1656 an heiress, Sophie van der Houven, daughter of a director of the Dutch East India Company. Flinck was already well known in the patrician circles over which the brothers Cornelis and Andries de Graeff and the alderman Jan Six presided; he was on terms of intimacy with the poet Joost van den Vondel and the treasurer Johannes Uitenbogaard. In his house, adorned with casts after the Antique, costumes, and a noble collection of prints, he often received the stadtholder John Maurice, whose portrait is still preserved in the work of the learned Caspar Barlaeus. Flinck died in Amsterdam on 2 February 1660.

Snow geese visit the Skagit in impressive numbers during the winter months, with annual counts often exceeding 50,000. Like many of the other species of waterfowl and shorebirds which winter on the valley’s farmlands, tideflats, estuaries and bays, these birds spend the rest of the year en route to and in the Arctic.

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Non Severe late August Nebraska Thunderstorms!

Conditions were just right, almost perfect for capturing some incredible CG Nebraska Lightning. These very slow moving storm cells building just to west northwest of Kearney provided this opportunity that early morning.

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'Watch The Sky' - Something Corporate

"Somedays, all I do is watch the sky..."

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During our Rafting Smooth Waters trip on Colorado River we had an occasion of getting off the raft to see some natural rock art!!! This image is shot straight up the rock to show amazing history written in this rock. It almost looks like a shot of our Mother Earth from the above, doesn't it?

The Gavarnie Blue

The Gavarnie (Balkan) Blue

The Blues Pirene

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Drone view of a small motorboat pulled up onto a rocky beach in the San Juan archipelago in the Salish Sea.

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Durdle Door (sometimes written Durdle Dor) is a natural limestone arch on the Jurassic Coast near Lulworth in Dorset, England. Although privately owned by the Lulworth Estate, it is open to the public.

The form of the coastline around Durdle Door is controlled by its geology—both by the contrasting hardnesses of the rocks, and by the local patterns of faults and folds. The arch has formed on a concordant coastline where bands of rock run parallel to the shoreline. The rock strata are almost vertical, and the bands of rock are quite narrow. Originally a band of resistant Portland limestone ran along the shore, the same band that appears one mile along the coast forming the narrow entrance to Lulworth Cove. Behind this is a 120-metre (390 ft) band of weaker, easily eroded rocks, and behind this is a stronger and much thicker band of chalk, which forms the Purbeck Hills. These steeply dipping rocks are part of the Lulworth crumple, itself part of the broader Purbeck Monocline, produced by the building of the Alps during the mid-Cenozoic.

A 'back view' of the Durdle Door promontory from the east, showing the remnants of the more resistant strata in Man O'War Bay

The limestone and chalk are in closer proximity at Durdle Door than at Swanage, 10 miles (16 km) to the east, where the distance is over 2 miles (3 km). Around this part of the coast nearly all of the limestone has been removed by sea erosion, whilst the remainder forms the small headland which includes the arch. Erosion at the western end of the limestone band has resulted in the arch formation. UNESCO teams monitor the condition of both the arch and adjacent beach.

The 120-metre (390 ft) isthmus that joins the limestone to the chalk is made of a 50-metre (160 ft) band of Portland limestone, a narrow and compressed band of Cretaceous Wealden clays and sands, and then narrow bands of greensand and sandstone.

In Man O' War Bay, the small bay immediately east of Durdle Door, the band of Portland and Purbeck limestone has not been entirely eroded away, and is visible above the waves as Man O'War Rocks. Similarly, offshore to the west, the eroded limestone outcrop forms a line of small rocky islets called (from east to west) The Bull, The Blind Cow, The Cow, and The Calf.

As the coastline in this area is generally an eroding landscape, the cliffs are subject to occasional rockfalls and landslides; a particularly large slide occurred just to the east of Durdle Door in April 2013, resulting in destruction of part of the South West Coast Path.

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Fall and winter usually means dramatic sunrises and sunsets here in the Pacific Northwest. Today the sunrise was unusually colorful. The ferry servicing the island can be seen making its hourly crossing.

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New York City

The written history of New York City began with the first European explorer the Italian Giovanni da Verrazzano in 1524. European settlement began with the Dutch in 1609.

The "Sons of Liberty" destroyed British authority in New York City, and the Stamp Act Congress of representatives from throughout the Thirteen Colonies met in the city in 1765 to organize resistance to British policies. The city's strategic location and status as a major seaport made it the prime target for British seizure in 1776. General George Washington lost a series of battles from which he narrowly escaped (with the notable exception of the Battle of Harlem Heights, his first victory of the war), and the British Army controlled New York City and made it their base on the continent until late 1783, attracting Loyalist refugees. The city served as the national capital under the Articles of Confederation from 1785-1789, and briefly served as the new nation's capital in 1789–90 under the United States Constitution. Under the new government the city hosted the inauguration of George Washington as the first President of the United States, the drafting of the United States Bill of Rights, and the first Supreme Court of the United States. The opening of the Erie Canal gave excellent steamboat connections with upstate New York and the Great Lakes, along with coastal traffic to lower New England, making the city the preeminent port on the Atlantic Ocean. The arrival of rail connections to the north and west in the 1840s and 1850s strengthened its central role.

Beginning in the mid-18th century, waves of new immigrants arrived from Europe dramatically changing the composition of the city and serving as workers in the expanding industries. Modern New York City traces its development to the consolidation of the five boroughs in 1898 and an economic and building boom following the Great Depression and World War II. Throughout its history, New York City has served as a main port of entry for many immigrants, and its cultural and economic influence has made it one of the most important urban areas in the United States and the world.

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New York City LaGuardia Airport

The site of the airport was originally used by the Gala Amusement Park, owned by the Steinway family. It was razed and transformed in 1929 into a 105-acre (42 ha) private flying field named Glenn H. Curtiss Airport after the pioneer Long Island aviator, later called North Beach Airport.[9]

The initiative to develop the airport for commercial flights began with an outburst by New York mayor Fiorello La Guardia (in office from 1934 to 1945) upon the arrival of his TWA flight at Newark Airport – the only commercial airport serving the New York City region at the time – as his ticket said "New York". He demanded to be taken to New York, and ordered the plane to be flown to Brooklyn's Floyd Bennett Field, giving an impromptu press conference to reporters along the way. He urged New Yorkers to support a new airport within their city.[9]

American Airlines accepted La Guardia's offer to start a trial program of scheduled flights to Floyd Bennett, although the program failed after several months because Newark's airport was closer to Manhattan. La Guardia went as far as to offer police escorts to airport limousines in an attempt to get American Airlines to continue operating the trial program.

During the Floyd Bennett experiment, La Guardia and American executives began an alternative plan to build a new airport in Queens, where it could take advantage of the new Queens–Midtown Tunnel to Manhattan. The existing North Beach Airport was an obvious location, but much too small for the sort of airport that was being planned. With backing and assistance from the Works Progress Administration, construction began in 1937.[12] Building on the site required moving landfill from Rikers Island, then a garbage dump, onto a metal reinforcing framework. The framework below the airport still causes magnetic interference on the compasses of outgoing aircraft: signs on the airfield warn pilots about the problem.[13]

Because of American's pivotal role in the development of the airport, LaGuardia gave the airline extra real estate during the airport's first year of operation, including four hangars, which was an unprecedented amount of space at the time.[14] American opened its first Admirals Club (and the first private airline club in the world) at the airport in 1939. The club took over a large office space that had previously been reserved for the mayor, but he offered it for lease following criticism from the press, and American vice president Red Mosier immediately accepted the offer.[15]

Opening and early years

The airport was dedicated on October 15, 1939, as the New York Municipal Airport,[16][17] and opened for business on December 2 of that year.[9] It cost New York City $23 million to turn the tiny North Beach Airport into a 550-acre (220 ha) modern facility. Not everyone was as enthusiastic as La Guardia about the project; some[who?] regarded it as a $40 million boondoggle. But the public was fascinated by the very idea of air travel, and thousands traveled to the airport, paid the dime fee, and watched the airliners take off and land. Two years later these fees and their associated parking had already provided $285,000, and other non-travel related incomes (food, etc.) were another $650,000 a year. The airport was soon a financial success. A smaller airport in nearby Jackson Heights, Holmes Airport, was unable to prevent the expansion of the larger airport and closed in 1940.

Newark Airport began renovations, but could not keep up with the new Queens airport, which TIME called "the most pretentious land and seaplane base in the world". Even before the project was completed LaGuardia had won commitments from the five largest airlines (Pan American Airways, American, United, Eastern Air Lines and Transcontinental & Western Air) to begin using the new field as soon as it opened.[18] Pan Am's transatlantic Boeing 314 flying boats moved to La Guardia from Port Washington in 1940. During World War II the airport was used to train aviation technicians and as a logistics field. Transatlantic landplane airline flights started in late 1945; some continued after Idlewild (now John F. Kennedy International) opened in July 1948, but the last ones shifted to Idlewild in April 1951.

Newspaper accounts alternately referred to the airfield as New York Municipal Airport and LaGuardia Field until the modern name was officially applied when the airport moved to Port of New York Authority control under a lease with New York City on June 1, 1947.

LaGuardia opened with four runways at 45-degree angles to each other,[19] the longest (13/31) being 6,000 ft (1,800 m). Runway 18/36 was closed soon after a United DC-4 ran off the south end in 1947; runway 9/27 (4,500 ft) was closed around 1958, allowing LaGuardia's terminal to expand northward after 1960. Circa 1961 runway 13/31 was shifted northeastward to allow construction of a parallel taxiway (such amenities being unknown when LGA was built) and in 1965–66 both remaining runways were extended to their present 7,000 ft (2,100 m).

The April 1957 Official Airline Guide shows 283 weekday fixed-wing departures from LaGuardia: 126 American, 49 Eastern, 33 Northeast, 31 TWA, 29 Capital and 15 United. American's flights included 26 nonstops to Boston and 27 to Washington National (mostly Convair 240s).[20] Jet flights (United 727s to Cleveland and Chicago) started on June 1, 1964.

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A lovely, small waterfall in a park on the outskirts of Bellingham, Washington, USA.

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102 year old playhouse with a vintage bicycle.

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Scrivo, perché lo faccio non so, è quando generalmente sto bene con me stesso che lo faccio, o forse quando il tempo consente.

Sì nel tempo dove muore il tempo, in un tragitto, dove esiste assenza di rumori fastidiosi, è possibile.

Dopo un momento di meditazione ed uscita dai pensieri inutili.

Quali sono i pensieri inutili?

Sono quei pensieri a cui non si deve dare mai importanza, si devono lasciare come dono rifiutato.

Diceva un uomo saggio che se ti regalano qualcosa che tu non vuoi, devi lasciarlo a chi lo dona.

E’ pazzesco, ma non troppo.

Pensate a cose che non vorreste, faccio l’esempio di un’offesa.

Meglio non sentirla di cuore, l’altro nostro senso.

La lasciamo a chi la fa senza ribattere, che meraviglia non dire nulla.

Chi si carica del dono dell’offesa la risente.

Chi non la riceve ascolta se stesso, resta in pace.

Non c’è nulla di personale, ho letto un brano :

E’ una di quelle storie d’esempio che un po’ di tempo fa io tenevo sempre nel mio bagaglio di ogni giorno. E son quelle cose che poi ti stancano a momenti, ad esempio quando ciò che ti circonda è totalmente differente.

Quando devi per forza essere razionale, come dice qualcuno, ma poi ti sembra di averne tratto un certo vantaggio, riprendi queste cose in considerazione.

Passando da qui e leggendo altre cose, ti torna in mente.

Non puoi fare a meno di pensarci, se a qualcuno interessa lo legga, io non sapevo se metterlo qui, visto che ne ho parlato.

Considerando che sto in viaggio, ognuno cerchi se stesso, abbiamo 8 sensi si dice, ai cinque sicuri, aggiungiamo la pelle, il cuore, l’intuito.

Gio

Son riuscito ad annoiarvi!

L'immagine è un'omaggio ad una leggenda.

Buon tutto!

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Clock for the Sokol

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Black-crowned Night Heron (Nycticorx nycticorax) photographed resting off of the Herons Hideout trail located in the Circle B Bar Reserve in the City of Lakeland in Polk County Florida U.S.A.

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Great Orme, LLandudno

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A hand made pen

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Wells Creek is a lovely small stream near Nooksack Falls along the Mt. Baker highway in western Washington state.

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