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Hello Everyone,
Yesterday, I visited a local park's flower garden in early morning. Much to my horror, most of the flowers were black with frost! Although most of the hydrangeas were browning significantly, I found one with some remaining colour.
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Phnom Penh
Some of the slum areas do not even have single rooms, they are thick and untidy clusters of small roofed walls – ceilings of which are made of scraps of wood, used sacks, metal, or some sort of waste material. You see 10 to 12 people live, eat and sleep under the same roof. The children often play in places where the drains are used as open toilets
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Can you spot the figures in this sunrise over the sea? I've borrowed them from a sublime painting by the German Romantic artist Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840). en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moonrise_by_the_Sea#/media/File:Cas...
Friedrich took his landscapes very seriously indeed because (like many Romantic artists and poets) he believed the work was revelatory. In other words, it was an expression of the sublime in Nature and not merely a picture. The Romantics elevated landscape to the realm of the Transcendental. I've discussed Friedrich previously in a comment on "Caspar's Ghost" www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/49678826142/in/album-72...
The danger - if we might call it that - of beautiful landscapes, sunsets or sunrises lies precisely in the fact that we might simply view them as pretty. For Caspar David Friedrich this would have meant the ultimate insult to his creative vision. His work existed merely in order to point to a greater truth or profundity. Often this meant Friedrich included some obvious symbols of transcendence such as a cross, a ruined abbey or a graveyard. And in this instance you'll see the figures he painted looking out at the stormy sea at sunrise. They are literally absorbed into the experience. Friedrich calls it "surrendering".
Friedrich himself liked to go out alone to experience Nature:
“I have to stay alone and know that I am alone in order to fully contemplate and feel nature; I have to surrender to what surrounds me, unite with my clouds and rocks, in order to be what I am. I need solitude for a dialogue with nature. Once I spent an entire week in the Uttewald Abyss amid rocks and firs, and throughout this time I did not meet a single living soul; it is true, I do not recommend this method to anyone — it was too much even for me: involuntarily, gloom enters the soul.”
The key word in this Romantic vision is the SUBLIME. In the next photograph I'll say a little more about that (these two photos obviously belong together).
So on this morning when I awoke to drive from St Helens to a place called The Gardens in the Bay of Fires, the rain was falling lightly. I didn't think there was much prospect of a good sunrise shot, but thought I'd enjoy the quiet moment of reflection and take my chances. At The Gardens you quite literally come to the end of the road. The only company I had was some rather sodden cows in a field that I'll introduce you to tomorrow. There was a feeling of silence, but in fact the wind was howling.
The rain let up enough for me to get in a few shots. This one shows a previous storm that had been blown out to sea. But soon the wind blew in another downpour and it was time to pack up and go.
Guide Falls, near Burnie, northern Tasmania.
This was taken as the sun was sinking below the horizon, so I lost light very rapidly.
Everything on earth is borrowed....
There is no "Mine or Yours."....
There is only "Ours."....
Even time is borrowed.
We kill over a plot of land that
belongs only to our Mother Earth.
All you have is what you came with...
and what you will leave with....
Your Spirit.
Native American Proverb
One of the interesting aspects of grave sites around Thailand is that many include pictures of the deceased, like the ones seen here at Wat Arun. Often names go forgotten and I thought it was a nice addition to a traditional grave that brought a sense of humanity to an otherwise cold faceless stone.
Another one from Lake Wenatchee. I miss this place a lot.
Also this photo is the first one I edited after I discovered artificial grad filters in Lightroom. That would have been nice to know about months ago.
The fortunes of the paper mill town of Canton took a devastating turn with this evening's (3/6/23) announcement that Evergreen Packaging is to close its massive paper mill in town next quarter. The largest source of traffic on the Blue Ridge Southern and a hungry consumer of woodchips from throughout Tennessee and western North Carolina, the shockwaves from this closure bode poorly for the already dwindling rail scene around Asheville and its surroundings. While the show will go on for the BLU and for the town of Canton, things won't be what they once were when the smoke finally ceases from the century-old paper mill. In better times on MLK Day 2020, a T59 crew switches out cars at the east end of the yard adjacent to the Evergreen complex.
These lovely roses were taken in our garden this summer 2024.
A rose is a woody perennial of the genus Rosa, within the family Rosaceae. There are over 100 species. They form a group of plants that can be erect shrubs, climbing or trailing with stems that are often armed with sharp prickles. Flowers vary in size and shape and are usually large and showy, in colours ranging from white through yellows and reds. Most species are native to Asia, with smaller numbers native to Europe, North America, and northwest Africa. Species, cultivars and hybrids are all widely grown for their beauty and often are fragrant. Rose plants range in size from compact, miniature roses, to climbers that can reach 7 meters in height. Different species hybridize easily, and this has been used in the development of the wide range of garden roses.
The name rose comes from French, itself from Latin rosa, which was perhaps borrowed from Oscan, from Greek ρόδον rhódon (Aeolic βρόδον wródon), itself borrowed from Old Persian wrd- (wurdi), related to Avestan varəδa, Sogdian ward, Parthian wâr.
The leaves are borne alternately on the stem. In most species they are 5 to 15 centimetres (2.0 to 5.9 in) long, pinnate, with (3–) 5–9 (–13) leaflets and basal stipules; the leaflets usually have a serrated margin, and often a few small prickles on the underside of the stem. Most roses are deciduous but a few (particularly from South east Asia) are evergreen or nearly so.
The flowers of most species have five petals, with the exception of Rosa sericea, which usually has only four. Each petal is divided into two distinct lobes and is usually white or pink, though in a few species yellow or red. Beneath the petals are five sepals (or in the case of some Rosa sericea, four). These may be long enough to be visible when viewed from above and appear as green points alternating with the rounded petals. There are multiple superior ovaries that develop into achenes. Roses are insect-pollinated in nature.
The aggregate fruit of the rose is a berry-like structure called a rose hip. Many of the domestic cultivars do not produce hips, as the flowers are so tightly petalled that they do not provide access for pollination. The hips of most species are red, but a few (e.g. Rosa pimpinellifolia) have dark purple to black hips. Each hip comprises an outer fleshy layer, the hypanthium, which contains 5–160 "seeds" (technically dry single-seeded fruits called achenes) embedded in a matrix of fine, but stiff, hairs. Rose hips of some species, especially the Dog Rose (Rosa canina) and Rugosa Rose (Rosa rugosa), are very rich in vitamin C, among the richest sources of any plant. The hips are eaten by fruit-eating birds such as thrushes and waxwings, which then disperse the seeds in their droppings. Some birds, particularly finches, also eat the seeds.
Rose thorns are actually prickles - outgrowths of the epidermis. While the sharp objects along a rose stem are commonly called "thorns", they are technically prickles — outgrowths of the epidermis (the outer layer of tissue of the stem). (True thorns, as produced by e.g. Citrus or Pyracantha, are modified stems, which always originate at a node and which have nodes and internodes along the length of the thorn itself.) Rose prickles are typically sickle-shaped hooks, which aid the rose in hanging onto other vegetation when growing over it. Some species such as Rosa rugosa and Rosa pimpinellifolia have densely packed straight prickles, probably an adaptation to reduce browsing by animals, but also possibly an adaptation to trap wind-blown sand and so reduce erosion and protect their roots (both of these species grow naturally on coastal sand dunes). Despite the presence of prickles, roses are frequently browsed by deer. A few species of roses have only vestigial prickles that have no points.
For further information please visit en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose
Didn't take a lot of pictures this past weekend while I was home. Too many other things and not enough time. I did manage a few indoor pictures of my sister's orchid. Her and my brother-in-law are off on their annual cruise, so my mom is house plant and fish sitting. I haven't touched my macro lens in a few months, felt the need, so I borrowed my sister's flower for an impromptu mini photo shoot. Now you get my title, "borrowed beauty..." Pretty dang clever, huh. ;^)
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and yeah, I got one too :) Borrowed a camera just long enough to get this shot
And yeah i am still alive and doing stuff, hope to be catching up here once again. Every time I catch up I end up falling behind again. Sorry!
oh, and still working on music too :)
soundcloud.com/rsc_escher/blood-moon-eclipse
PS I hope no one is disappointed the world didn't end, I'm not... ;D
WEB solo exhibition, photo exhibition "Clair de lune"
kyoto-muse.jp/web-exhibit/110790
2020/4 /15-2020/5/11
Due to the global pandemic of new type pneumonia virus infection (COVID-19, SARS-CoV-2) and the postponement of a solo exhibition due to a request to refrain from the spread of infection in Japan, I borrowed a place called WEB photo exhibition, The exhibited works will be released as images.
*My planet, My Life.*
*Simple reason, Simple stories, Planet is circulate and “Life” is a season. *
* SONY ILCE‑7M2 / Lomography New Jupiter 3+ 1.5/50 L39/M *
・Link: Official photo gallery.
・Work - `work`
・Street - `Street wark`
Official Photo gallery, Art/snap works Updates every Monday.
Counting stars and passing cars
On the interstate
The end is near I feel it dear,
But I am not afraid
Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide
But you say you're getting tired
You're tired and so am I
When you follow from behind
Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide
A Fine Frenzy - Borrowed Time
WAH are checking in checked out but non returned books. We are more lenders than borrowers, but I suspect at least one of these is a University library book which will forever be unreturned.
Simha borrowed this toy from one of my grandchildren. The grandchildren are all grown up (the youngest is 16, and the eldest is 22), and the toy was in my desk drawer. The cat found it and pulled it out!
Thank you all for visits, favs and comments, it's greatly appreciated!
With two maroon SD9043MAC sisters awaiting delivery at Wales, are these nice recently washed blue CEFX MACs on borrowed time?
For Macro Mondays - Speckled.
Borrowed from a plant in a friends garden. I'm not sure what the plant is and as our friends are away at present I can't ask. The leaf is 54 mm (just over 2 inches long) and was shot against a reflective surface.
Happy Macro Monday.
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Pose and Bookpile: Never Stop Reading by Something New. Now available at POSEvent (maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Possession/76/181/25)
Spellbook: Ars Occultus by Quills and Curiosities at We Love Roleplay (maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Riverhunt/128/128/1504)
Garb: Eldar Vestments by Somnium
Chapeau: Wide Awake Hat by Gild, now at FaMESHed
Specs: Alfred by Deep Static
Seems like Flickr is working decently today. We survived :)))
Happy weekend dear friends!
Just discovered this lady, enjoy!
A trio of vintage EMD products lead the Connell turn through Shano on their way back toward Warden, Washington. With Jaguar Transport's recent acquisition of the CBRW, some, if not all, of the vintage EMD units are going to be phased with newer locomotives. Currently, four ex-BNSF SD40-2s are testing on the WER before going to the CBRW.
Entranced by the golden yellow glow of the flowers the little people were tempted to brave the outside world. Dodging spiders, human feet and cats they had a marvellous adventure. (I'm lost in my imagination again ...)
www.readingmatters.co.uk/book.php?id=108
~ a basement view picniked ~
In this case I borrowed an idea from @magda627, and made it my own. I plan on trying variations of this. It's always a learning process!
NS 14Z heads north through Buena Vista, VA. The old N&W CPLs installed in the early 1940s are still hanging on for now, but replacents are staged in the small MoW yard here.
With the trailing SP leaser offline and the leader notched out, L510 roars north out of the Blanchard River valley and passes the endangered CPLs at MP153.5 on warm May morning in NWO
“Hay cosas que sólo pueden verse entre tinieblas - insinuó mi padre blandiendo una sonrisa enigmática que probablemente había tomado prestada de algún tomo de Alejandro Dumas...”
[C.R. Zafon]
“There are things which can only be seen in darkness - my father suggested brandishing an enigmatic smile that probably had borrowed from a volume of Alexandre Dumas…”
[C.R. Zafon]
“Ci sono cose che possono essere viste solo nel buio – mi suggerì mio padre brandendo un sorriso enigmatico, che probabilmente aveva preso in prestito da un volume di Alessandro Dumas…”
[C.R. Zafon]
in explore 4oct09 - highest position: 134 on monday, oct 5, 2009
This gap in the trees along the shore was created when the property owner cleared the lot and then ... nothing. Maybe one day they will build and I will no longer have one of my favourite views on my daily walks.
In winter, the winds off Huron cause the snow to blow across the road and form some serious drifts.