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Echo Peak in Yosemite National Park

And no one knows the where's or why's...

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Echoes: Another picture named after a Pink Floyd song. Echoes is my favourite song from the album Meddle.

  

I took this picture 5 months ago.. I finally decided to work on this picture. I felt stuck for the longest time while working on this image.

 

The first picture of many pictures to come from this series. Most of the pictures will be posted on my fb page :)

Echo's owner is in the reflection of his eyeball. No photo trickery, just a cool thing that horses' eyes do.

The Venus of Morgantina

Model: Madeline Masarik

 

Another photograph from my trip to NYC for Flickr20under20. After spending our time in the MoMA, admiring the works of extraordinary artists such as Vincent Van Gogh and Matisse (just to name a couple), Madeline and I decided we'd use the last moments of daylight to dance in the streets of New York and take pictures. It's something I've always wanted to do and it'll be a memory I'll treasure forever. I ended up snapping this picture of Madeline while we were waiting to cross the road.

 

This week has been quite tough, as my family and I sadly had to say goodbye to our dog Max. We've now lost both Cinta and Max this year, which has left our family incomplete. I miss them very dearly and think of them everyday <3

 

I'll be sharing photographs from my NYC trip as well as other photographs over the next month or so. If you head on over to my blog, you'll be able to see photographs from the most recent wedding I shot. I hope you've all been well.

 

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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant tide

Comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine

And no one showed us to the land

And no one knows the where's or why's

But something stirs and something tries

And starts to climb towards the light

 

Strangers passing in the street

By chance two separate glances meet

And I am you and what I see is me

And do I take you by the hand

And lead you through the land

And help me understand the best I can

And no one calls us to move on

And no one forces down our eyes

And no one speaks

And no one tries

And no one flies around the sun

 

Cloudless every day you fall

Upon my waking eyes

Inviting and inciting me to rise

And through the window in the wall

Comes streaming in on sunlight wings

A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no one sings me lullabies

And no one makes me close my eyes

So I throw the windows wide

And call to you across the sky.

 

Pink Floyd

Inside a cooling tower of an abandoned power plant (Charleroi, Belgium)

Et voici à nouveau deux bulles de réalité personnelles qui se croisent en écho sans même se calculer... Comment résister ?

Strangers passing in the Street

By chance two separate glances meet

 

Pink Floyd

"You who never arrived. [...] Who knows?

Perhaps the same

bird echoed through both of us

yesterday, separate, in the evening."

 

(R. M. Rilke)

Early morning panorama of the Blue Mountains from Echo Point Lookout at Katoomba, NSW.

This alpine lake was so perfectly still your thoughts seemed to echo off the surface.

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While at Echo Amphitheater in Abiquiú, I shot some infrared.

I've tended to process my infrareds to black and white as I never felt satisfied with my attempts at false color processing with channel swapping.

 

I've been learning more this past year about working with color prior to converting to black and white.

 

In the first comment box below is the unedited shot, pretty much all brown. Shot through the Hoya R72, 720 nm filter. The custom white balance that I had set keeps it from being totally magenta.

 

As has been my common result, using the Channel Mixer adjustment layer and swapping values for the red and blue channels wasn't great.

I've been learning what the Selective Color adjustment layer does, so opened that under the Channel Mixer layer.

It allowed me to play with how much red, yellow, green, blue, cyan and magenta are within colors and thereby fine tune what the Channel Mixer does.

 

Things were better.

Then I opened a Hue/Saturation adjustment layer above Channel Mixer and found that playing with the Master and moving the Hue slider helped too.

 

After working on tonal ranges, using midtone luminosity masks on curves layers and dodging and burning, I still didn't like how much purple was in the sky.

 

I tried the Select Color command to isolate the sky and that created a mask when I opened the Color Balance adjustment layer. Mostly working on shadows and midtones to reduce red, increase blue and increase green got the deep blue color.

 

I've been learning about the Hard Mix blend mode, and after using the color picker to grab the color of the trees, I opened a Color Fill adjustment layer, set it to Hard Mix and then reduced the Fill opacity to 7%. This enhanced the tree color.

 

Finally, I got a false color infrared that actually had definite color.

 

Why did I do all this?

This extreme edit became the underlying base to a black and white version of the shot. All the color stuff I've been learning was part of tutorials on processing for BW.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, I hope to post that on Thursday for Donnerstagsmonochrom.

 

Happy Sliders Sunday!

Visited Echo Point in the Blue Mountains, hoping to get some decent shots at sunset. As the afternoon progressed, the area progressively became more cloudy/overcast. However here is my first Panorama

at the lighthouse keeper's house..

 

Our trip to the Northeast began in Portland, Maine, where we stayed at a really nice Hampton Inn. Got up before dawn to get here, to the Portland Head Lighthouse - the most famous, most photographed lighthouse in the US - and luckily, one of the most accessible. No more than a ten-minute drive from our waterfront hotel in Portland..

 

I made the decision not to attempt bringing a tripod on the plane, and really, this was the only time I wished I had one. But I made do with a fence rail, held my breath, waited till both lights synched up, and I'm satisfied with the result. I like the notion that the two lighthouses are communicating somehow, echoing each other's message to passing mariners..

 

This was also the only dawn of the trip that had any color in the sky, as we were blessed with ridiculously beautiful weather for the entire trip. And in Maine - that's quite a blessing. As was us choosing this particular morning to be at the lighthouse when dawn broke..

Standing before weathered columns, the figure becomes a quiet echo within a vast continuum of time. The marble bears the scars of centuries, reminding us that while people pass, stone remembers. A moment of stillness where history breathes through the present.

A sunset reflection at Echo Lake, a lake echoes whenever sound is presented. In addition to its mesmerizing scenery, the lake is a wildlife refugee for visitors such as mallards, herons, cormorants etc, and is also a wooded lake, surrounded by native oak trees.

 

Normally, I only do photography in travel or in excursion. This shot was taken while I was repairing my deck. Viewing the lake through a tree tunnel indeed provides me the impetus to put down my hammer and grab my camera. The shot is a single shot image selected from six shots of different compositions. Looking at the view, I would name the lake as Golden Lake for its golden scenery in sunset.

 

As always. thanks for looking, for the faves and/or comments.

Echo's cubs, 3 1/2 months old

Echo posing on the dog with a few other dogs that joined us on a recent hike at the lake.

 

One of UP's infrequent but lengthy trains climbs the Echo Canyon grade eastbound near the crossroads of Castle Rock, Utah.

Sunderland's Echo 24 building at night. Standing high above the River Wear and at the South side of Monkwearmouth Bridge.

Echo Bluff State Park

Missouri

The nymph Echo offended the goddess Hera. As punishment, Hera took away Echo's voice, so she could only repeat the last words of other people. Eventually, poor Echo faded away, and to this day only the sound of her repeating words remains.

 

Diorama elements:

 

--Echo the nymph, flowers, mushrooms: Playmobil

--Echo soundwaves: wire, edited with blurring and words

--Stump: dollar store craft supplies

--Greenery and fallen log: moss and a piece of wood

--Sky: fabric

 

Done for Smile on Saturday: Expose the E, but it didn't work out this week. Next time!

 

The hike to observation point in Zion begins with a steep ascent, followed by a short walk through echo canyon where the trail rises again.

 

This shaded flat spot was a perfect spot to cool down for a bit.

Still morning on Echo Lake. One of my favorite reflective scenics in Vermont. Near Tyson on magical Rte 100. The more impressionistic version to follow later.

Hope you're all enjoying Sping & March. I'm still super busy with Echo....taking her to multiple dog training classes and many outings during the day.

 

Two more pics below in comments.

This is part of Chiracahua National Monument. Echo Canyon is an overlook site. The valley in the distance leads to Wilcox, Arizona some 35 miles north.

There’s a distinct beauty in moments that linger just out of reach—memories wrapped in golden light, carrying the essence of simpler days. The past breathes softly, not through grand gestures, but in the quiet familiarity of a melody, a fleeting scent, or the warmth of a sunlit afternoon. It whispers in the rustle of trees, in the hum of a distant highway, in the stillness of a world untouched by urgency.

 

These echoes are not mere memories but pieces of us, shaping our present with every glimmer of what once was. They hold the laughter shared under boundless skies, the gentle pauses between conversations, and the unspoken joy of fleeting summers. Each moment feels eternal, even as time moves relentlessly forward.

 

There’s a weightlessness to these reflections—a freedom found in revisiting what was, unburdened by the rush of now. They remind us of the beauty in simplicity, the charm of things imperfect yet cherished, the fleeting magic of connection. And in their company, there is peace, as if the past wraps itself around us with quiet assurance.

 

The echoes of yesterday teach us to listen, to pause, and to embrace what we once carried forward. They remind us that while time may fade, the feelings remain, rooted deeply within us, like anchors to the soul.

 

Happenstance

 

Yesterday Once More

A panorama of South Lake Tahoe from Echo Summit. Elevation over 7000 ft. I got there from Sacramento which is about sea level. It's a steep winding ascend to this area in the Eldorado National Forest. A lot of steep winding ups and downs along the way next to cliffs and a river. It's one of those roads where you can't take your eyes off the road, or your hands off the wheel. A challenging road to maintain speed limits. And the drive down is just as exciting.

 

Here's the link to my YouTube video of the road trip:

youtu.be/Q1k6gFz1W1Y

Thanks for viewing.

  

this installation is by an unknown Central St Martins student. I was passing by Cochrane Theatre and took this pic

I've been adding to my Echoes series again, this time at a manor house that was deserted some time ago. I thoroughly enjoyed this visit though, as always, I was too nervous to fully think about what I was doing photography wise. I really enjoy visiting these places by myself but there are times when I wish there was someone to keep watch for me.

 

I know I said this red dress was getting put back in the box for a while but I knew it would add a bit of colour to a dark, decaying backdrop. I promise you won't see it in the next few shoots ;0)

 

Lastly, do we think that this is too dark?

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