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The landscape in White Pocket NM is surreal. This area is part of the Vermillion Cliffs National Monument. I don't mean to over-use a cliche description, but it truly is like another planet. There are so many oddly shaped rock formations that it can be hard to choose what to shoot.
In this composition I elected to put a human into the frame to provide a sense of scale and drama. In my opinion this seems to portray a feeling of loneliness. Man vrs nature is one thing, but man vrs this odd environment makes it feel that much more alone.
Expect more images form this unique place for sure.
If only I had more brains! Many mounds of brain rock formations are found in the area of Edmaiers Secret near Buckskin Gulch.
Wilbur hikes around some of the brain rocks in Edmaier's Secret, an area of strangely eroded sandstone.
The city of Cambridge is full of brains and bicycles. The brains mainly reside in the hallowed halls of the university. They ride the bicycles, as do lesser mortals.
These pinnacles of intellect often seem to engage in incomprehensible and seemingly arcane studies. I remember going to a lecture once where an animated young lady effused enthusiasm for her doctoral research on the meaning and metaphors to be found in the patterns of Polynesian mat-weaving in the age before civilisation arrived (in the form of a boat from Europe).
I found the talk strangely fascinating and interesting. It takes one to know one I guess.
The latest development by the city’ brains is driverless bicycles. This advanced technology has considerable benefits to society, and Cambridge is now the world leader in the field (or streets for that matter). Bikes can travel a lot closer together, significantly reducing the congestion in the bike lanes for this already climate-friendly mode of transport. You can clearly see this in my image, taken in Cambridge just this week and processed today.
But there’s been a problem. There have been a large number of fatalities resulting from collisions between the novel bikes and food delivery riders driving their electric scooters. No one is quite sure what is the cause...
Quite understandably there has been considerable consternation in the upper levels of the city authorities. They are concerned that if we run out of drivers (more likely now since the ignominy of Brexit) food will be unable to be delivered from the restaurants to people’s homes and the population will starve. Never a good thing for leaders of a democracy (or even a monarchy - remember the French Revolution, anyone?). :)
For the Smile on Saturday group today, and also continuing my 100x project on motion.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Smile on Saturday and 100x
[Taken in daylight with camera movement.
Developed in Capture One for colour, structure and tonal contrast of the bikes against their background.
Processed in Affinity with a bit of colour enhancement and Clarity. Light, light vignette.]
A zombie photographer's favorite foreground subject.
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We found numerous examples of brain rock formations near Buckskin Gulch in the Vermillion Cliffs National Monument.
Take sissel and hammer / and cut a face in stone. // Now imagine brains // hiding behind the eyes.
(sculptures - reliefs, by ANATOL, - born Karl-Heinz Herzfeld - in Insel Hombroich, Neuss, Germany; title invented by DM))
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy
who’ll decide where to go.
You’ll look up and down streets.
Look’em over with care.
About some you will say,
“I don’t choose to go there.”
With your head full of brains
and your shoes full of feet,
you’re too smart to go down
a not-so-good street.
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When people will be sick of walking the busy multilane roads of digital age, they will perceive their chance to get a new range of vision on places like this.
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Image of the Month / Group La Mia Sonata / January 2012
Photo of the Week (5/2012) / Group Trees Die Standing Up
FIRST place in Forest Finest Contest - The 39th Hall of Fame
The brain is a muscle,
and I am a kind of
body-builder.
(Karl Lagerfeld)
Challenge on flickr - Object/Close Up
7 Days with Flickr - Wednesday: macro or close up
Smile on Saturday! :-) - Comic Scene
(photo by Freya)
Penarth Road. Cardiff. South Wales. Probably February 2014.
Brains brewery, which currently has an uncertain future, is near by. And Arriva Trains no longer have the franchise.
In our part of Minnesota, we have an abundance of young rabbits this summer. This is an Eastern Cottontail, the most common species in our state. One reason we have so many of them is that a female can have up to seven litters per year, although only about 15% of the young ones make it to adulthood because of being on the menu of various predators.
These rabbits may be missing their cousins.
There is a phenomenon among birds and animals in the wild called extirpation. That is what wildlife experts call it when a species disappears from a specific geographical area but still exists elsewhere when it survives in other segments of its range.
I discovered the relevance of this term after I left southwestern Minnesota years ago. Back in the 1950s-60s, jackrabbits were commonplace throughout our four distinct seasons. They were fascinating creatures as they changed fur color depending on the season.
During our elongated winters, pure white jackrabbits were a striking sight as they took long hops across snow-laden fields. Sometimes they would decorate two-lane highways, lying alongside the pavement as they had lost the battle to oncoming vehicles.
I might have known some cohorts who hunted them at night after FFA meetings. Young men whose brains had not fully developed yet, would jump in an old pickup. A half dozen of them would stand in the open back, holding .22 rifles as the icy winds would roll tears down half-frozen cheeks.
In the front, there were always two guys, one to drive and the second fellow to operate a hand-held spotlight. The light was akin to a diminutive WWII anti-aircraft searchlight, only this one did not point toward the skies.
Instead, it scoured nearby ditches and fields looking for an erstwhile jackrabbit minding its own business. When the light would focus on the rabbit, it would stand straight up and look toward the source, much to the delight of those in the back of the pickup.
Though this short-sighted adventure was probably illegal, it invariably happened once or twice a winter.
Today, in most parts of Minnesota, jackrabbits hop only in the memories of older folks. Habitat changes have relegated jackrabbits to western and southern Minnesota, where they now primarily live, and they rarely appear elsewhere.
Something has diminished their numbers, even in those areas. Since the 1990s, the Minnesota DNR has recorded low numbers, often less than one jackrabbit per 100 square miles.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Mmmmmmmmm I thought this was gonna be crap but I have just done the proof and the brains look ACE (if I may say so...)
Now I need to choose the paper colour ...
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