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A series of World Press Photo photographs related to global environment are on display at the Caprilli riding stables (one of Italy's most beautiful structures). The exhibition is organized by the Rotary Club of Pinerolo.
I miss the Methow.
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'Here Comes the Argument'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90
Film: Kodak Tri-X; x-03/1977; 50iso
Process: HC-110; 1+90; 18min
Methow Wildlife Area, Washington
May 2020
...oder doch lieber gleich Formel 1 ?!
(leider war die Tribüne geschlossen...)
Wir befinden uns im Zentrum der hektischsten Bautätigkeit von Baku. Hinter mir stehen gleich drei halb fertiggestellte hochmoderne Gebäude, die ganz sicher im Juni mit allen Argumenten einladen, die auf die Gäste der Auto-Renn-Welt wirken können.
Möglicherweise verblasst dahinter tatsächlich die Strahlkraft des "Hilton" - momentan das erste Haus am Platz.
Wie ein Sultanspalast wirkt Hökümət Evi, rechts im Bild. Es beherbergt staatliche Einrichtungen, ist aber der Öffentlichkeit nicht zugänglich.
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There was one subject on which we were unanimous. No arguments whatsoever on this one. From the moment Lee shared a black and white beauty he’d found in these pages, the deal was done. Whatever else we came here to take pictures of, the little bent tree in the wilderness was going to be one of them. At least assuming we could actually find it, that was. All we were certain about was that it was on Dartmoor, and that none of us had seen it on our travels. And although there are a number of very compelling images of it on this platform, none of you was very forthcoming about how to find it. A well guarded secret. And with nine hundred and fifty-four square kilometres of national park to explore, simply happening across it was about as likely as picking the correct numbers for the National Lottery. We needed somebody to tell us where it was. But it didn’t stop us digging. Dave managed to find an article that convinced us he’d narrowed it down to a few sprawling hectares.
It so happened that the author of Lee’s discovery was one of my regular contacts, so I messaged her and asked if she remembered where it was. But as an overseas visitor who’d been chauffeured around the moors for a couple of days, she had no idea. Perhaps she had been sworn to silence. I suspected I knew who’d shown it to her, so I asked him next. “Ah yes you won’t find that on your own. I’ll come along and show you where it is.” Nick’s wealth of Dartmoor inside intelligence seemed to be matched only by his stellar photographic talents and his generosity of spirit. We arranged to meet up with him during our visit, and he sent me details of where I’d need to park. I recognised the screenshot from Google Maps straight away. It seemed Dave’s hunch wasn’t too far from the mark.
In the event, although Nick was able to join us earlier in the day to share another of his secret locations (more of that in another tale), he had to dash off before the afternoon took hold. A good job I’d also arranged to meet another local photographer in the shape of Carl, who spent the day with us traipsing around the moors. It turned out that Carl had also asked Nick for the keys to the kingdom, and having been granted the freedom of the moors, he’d already visited the tree once before. He was keen to return to the scene for another mission. And so after lunch, we headed off towards what would be the final location of the day.
Even though we now knew roughly where the tree was, it was a good job we had a guide. Because standing here at the edge of the car park, it might have well as been on Exmoor for all we could see. Stick a pin in the huge rambling rock strewn green landscape and hope for the best. It was far away enough to deter visitors, its anonymous location protected by an enchantment of bogs and streams in a terrain where only welly boots would take the stubborn few. With a good set of binoculars we might have been able to see it from the top of the rise beyond the car park, but even as we approached the crag upon which the dwarfish hawthorn tree sat, it wasn’t entirely obvious as to exactly where it was. But then we spotted it, clinging to the edge of an expanse of granite tor, tiny and twisting towards us, changing shape from every angle. I hadn’t expected it to be quite so small. “Three ways to shoot it,” Nick had said to me conspiratorially. I hoped to find a fourth.
And here is (maybe) that fourth point of view, the small hunched shape leaning forward, her long locks flowing behind her as she careers down the slope. “I don’t know whether it’s a witch or a skier,” wrote one of my faithful correspondents when I shared this first image on another platform. “Maybe it’s both,” I replied. I don’t know anything about skiing, but “knees bent, lean forward and brace for impact” seem to fit the bill here.
I never did discover the three ways - I found two others that I liked a lot, and three more that I wasn’t so keen on. Excuse me if I’ve been a bit vague about exactly where it is - but seeing as I was entrusted with treasured information and I’m hoping my friends across the river are going to let me in on the inside track again next time I visit, well you know how it is - got to keep the Cornwall and Devon entente going you know. What a beauty she is though, even if finding her was like searching for a very small needle in a city made of haystacks. With such outlandish beauty, she deserves that veil of anonymity.
Here in Thailand, you can encounter these creatures, the macaques, in many regions.
That was also the case here in Khao Sam Roi Yot National Park. These little monkeys are very curious and not at all averse to stealing (so always be on your guard).
So, this friend spontaneously took advantage of my short break to take a closer look at my backpack (to check for weak spots, of course).
Fortunately, a camera backpack is quite sturdy, so it didn't sustain any damage.
However, it took a lot of persuasion (and the use of a stick) to get the backpack back. Every time I even approached, the monkey went into attack mode.
In the end, though, I had the better arguments.
Hier in Thailand kann man in vielen Regionen diesen Zeitgenossen begegnen, den Makaken.
So war es auch hier im Khao Sam Roi Yot Nationalpark. Und diese kleinen Affen sind sehr neugierig und dem Stehlen überhaupt nicht abgeneigt (also immer schön aufpassen).
So nutze dieser Kamerad eine kurze Pause meinseits spontan, um sich näher mit meinem Rucksack auseinander zu setzen (natürlich um ihn nach Schwachstellen zu untersuchen).
Zum Glück ist so ein Kamerarucksack jedoch recht robust, so dass er keinen Schaden genommen hat.
Es kostete mich jedoch einiges an Überredungskunst (und den Einsatz einen Stockes) um mir den Rucksack wieder zurück zu holen. Denn jedes Mal, wenn ich mich auch nur näherte, ging der Affe in Angriffsposition.
Am Ende hatte ich jedoch die besseren Argumente.
The night after a brutal storm we traveled down a very soggy path to Dunscaith Castle. Along the way we got out to see what the tide pools looked like, only to be met with some stern arguments from a local sheep who very much wanted us out of the way. In the background is Lock Eishort.
You can't buy Peace like this. Just a thought whilst so-called leaders, billionaires and influencers argue about everything and have their photos taken in Davos, they overlook what authentic Peace is. For they will never find it in Ukraine, South America, or even indeed within the EU as a whole. The world is ending according to the Green Environmentalists, we are doomed to die under a blanket of CO2. Greenland is melting. The Chagos Islands are sinking under the raised ocean levels caused by melting Arctic ice. So they would have us believe. So why is anyone arguing over buying or selling land in a business deal? Wars cost so much in lost lives and destroyed weapons and materiale. Is it worth arguing about? You won't hear any arguments down in Kilmalieu.
The mask is telling us that it is in the interest of the common good that the rich get richer. That it is best to let them get on with things and that we all will benefit in the end. Humpty Dumpty said 'There's glory for you!' 'I don't know what you mean by "glory",' Alice said. Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. 'Of course you don't — till I tell you. I meant "there's a nice knockdown argument for you!"' 'But "glory" doesn't mean "a nice knock-down argument",' Alice objected. 'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.' 'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things.' 'The question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'which is to be master — that's all.'
Sony A7M3; contre-jour, reflector. The Korean folk mask represents the "academic", better described as the landholding Confucian scholar.
A rather heated argument at the feeder.
Sigma 150-500 f5-6.3 lens on a Canon EOS 5D Mark II. Cropped in Lightroom Classic and resized for Flickr.
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I was surprised that the female House sparrow (on the right) was able to win the argument. The female Northern Cardinal flew off right after this encounter.
You never win with a Starling but this Woody stood his ground and started yelling that he was working out and did not want to be bothered, but to no avail, the Starling stood fast. A comical image for sure.
Thanks for visiting and for all the kind words always appreciated very much.
When I say that I'm a "travel photographer" (which is not actually something I say a lot, but it's been mentioned), I don't mean that I fly around the world to National Geographic locations. I generally don't fly at all.*
By travel, I mean that I generally don't shoot at home. I travel (drive) to the locations I photograph.
Usually, it's about three to five hours away from where I live. And often it's just a daytrip.
Once a year, I am fortunate enough to take a month off and travel the US by car. Then, I am mostly camping, staying in hotels only when I "have" to. Usually the camping is free and in a tent. I don't like sleeping in my car.
For me, photography is how I interpret the world outside of my daily world. I don't carry a camera with me basically ever (unless I'm traveling).
I'm sure flying with big cameras and film isn't that much of a pain in the ass. And I see the draw in being able to essentially teleport ones self to your destination. It allows you to explore that destination much more thoroughly than I am usually able to. There's a great benefit to this.
But I am also a travel photographer in the sense that I photograph what I see while I'm literally traveling.
In this photo, taken looking towards Steptoe Butte in the Palouse area of eastern Washington, I literally stopped on the road, got out of the car, grabbed my RB67, and took the shot.
I don't think there's some big controversy over what is and isn't travel photography (unlike the ridiculous arguments over what is and isn't street photography), but it's at least something to think about while I'm apparently taking some sort of break.
*I've flown three times in my life - 1984, 2007, 2020. Will I ever do it again?
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'Reading No Words'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 3.8/90mm
Film: Fomapan 100
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Washington
August 2022
Nadie llega por azar a tu casa.
Por eso jamás cierres las puertas
a quien en ellas golpee levemente.
Jamás des la espalda al que llega con ojos límpidos,
de corazón entero, con el alma expuesta.
No des disculpas ni te agarres
a mil argumentos racionales.
No inventes motivos para justificar gestos bruscos.
Destraba los portones de tus defensas forjadas.
Destruye las murallas construidas
con ladrillos de los empujones.
Todos los que golpean tu puerta merecen pan y vino
Merecen tu abrazo, tu abrigo.
Todos los que viajan en dirección a tu casa,
Y golpean suave la puerta en busca de tu mano...
merecen entrar.
Hooded Crow (Corvus cornix) (also called hoodie)
Oban Bay Argyll - Scotland
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Amor, amor
Anda libre en el surco, bate el ala en el viento,
late vivo en el sol y se prende al pinar.
No te vale olvidarlo como al mal pensamiento:
¡lo tendrás que escuchar!
Habla lengua de bronce y habla lengua de ave,
ruegos tímidos, imperativos de amar.
No te vale ponerle gesto audaz, ceño grave:
¡lo tendrás que hospedar!
Gasta trazas de dueño; no le ablandan excusas.
Rasga vasos de flor, hiende el hondo glaciar.
No te vale decirle que albergarlo rehúsas:
¡lo tendrás que hospedar!
Tiene argucias sutiles en la réplica fina,
argumentos de sabio, pero en voz de mujer.
Ciencia humana te salva, menos ciencia divina:
¡le tendrás que creer!
Te echa venda de lino; tú la venda toleras;
te ofrece el brazo cálido, no le sabes huir.
Echa a andar, tú le sigues hechizada aunque vieras
¡que eso para en morir!
Gabriela Mistral
I know that is not so polite to overlook or overhear the conversation of some strangers... actually I was interested in shooting this beautiful small fountain near Via Babuino but “the laws of street photography” and very “speakable” poses of those men made me break the rules of politeness, especially it was “the time of closing arguments”...
RKO_6112. They both tried to keep the competitor under water! A little far and I got surprised about this interaction. No time to change all settings.
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To write a letter - once a vibrating pain in the tissues was enough and a stock of words no greater than an animal's scream.
Nowadays, one needs an outline and an argument, and comparative explorations into the depth of dictionaries.
There are surgical interventions around words, there are word-hybrids, half-words, quarter-words, and there is an ambiguity of letters swollen with wisdom.
And my thirst - a fledgling nightingale is silenced by all these scores and instruments. And when you ask me for meaning, I feel how the branch that supports the frail nest snaps under the crushing load of a grand piano.
By HP (again...)
Some tea stains. So treated them and laundered. Stains all gone. But now there are different ones. Re treat and re wash. I wonder if there will be an improvement!
These are some of my friends. I bet they were having one of those endless Nikon/Canon discussions. While an obviously brave, fantastic, tremendously good and amazig Olympus was watching them... :-))
If ever there was an argument for leaving the bulky and heavy DSRL back in the digs this iPhone shot should serve the purpose and remind me that I can save a little weight in my rucksack. If in doubt try looking at the image in large format.
The view looks south from the summit of The Ahornspitze and is dominated by the triangular lump that is the true summit of the mountain. The twin summit where I took this image from is slightly lower but unlike the one shown here can be seen from the nearby town of Mayrhofen. As a result a large cross has been erected on the slightly smaller top.
Most hikers and climbers venture as far as the summit shown here, however there is an interesting scramble between the two tops which reduces the numbers who make it to the cross. If you look closely you will be able to see a couple of hikers in the shadow of this prominent summit.
Incidentally the red and white painted markers on the rocks are the accepted indicators of the path. They can be found throughout Europe but the practice doesn't seem to have caught on in the UK. We tend to build a plethora of rocky cairns instead.
Déjà vu Books is packed with tomes on just about any subject. The title of one of the books seen here on its shelves is very apt to describe the nature of a serious bookshop: "One Long Argument".
It is one place I ALWAYS visit when in Hobart. This time I brought my camera along.
I love old bookshops, so this one had to appear in by Personal Choice Album.
Eigentlich wollte ich dieses Jahr wieder möglichst viele Nachtbuslinien bei möglichst wenig Dunkelheit fuzzen, doch irgendwie kam es wieder mal nicht dazu.
Immerhin konnte ein gut befreundeter Arbeitskollege mich dazu nötigen, ein Streckenfoto von der 610 zu machen, wenngleich der Bus ein gaaaaanz schlechtes Argument war... 😈
VHH 1764 | HH-V 9764 | Hamburg, Steinbeker Hauptstraße | 03.07.2020, 04:58 Uhr
Enjoy the large view
If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrows rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetimes argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
Sting
Fragile