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glass of sliding doors, Netherlands - I like very symmetrically designed photo shots. But because I adore Piet Mondrian, sometimes I have my fun with a-symmetricals. How much abstractness, how much reality (we are photographers!) are optimal in a DISSYMMETRY-creation? - see my group www.flickr.com/groups/dissymmetry
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Jerwood Library, Trinity Hall, University of Cambridge. This is detail from the red building you see in the previous photo!
The bridge of the R/V Atlantis houses a sophisticated collection of computer controlled navigation systems, station-keeping controls and communications capabilities. Even in heavy seas, the ship can hold its position within a margin of just a few meters.
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The North Atlantic Aerosols and Marine Ecosystems Study (NAAMES) is a five year investigation to resolve key processes controlling ocean system function, their influences on atmospheric aerosols and clouds and their implications for climate.
Michael Starobin joined the NAAMES field campaign on behalf of Earth Expeditions and NASA Goddard Space Flight Center’s Office of Communications. He presented stories about the important, multi-disciplinary research being conducted by the NAAMES team, with an eye towards future missions on the NASA drawing board. This is a NAAMES photo essay put together by Starobin, a collection of 49 photographs and captions.
Photo and Caption Credit: Michael Starobin
NASA Goddard Space Flight Center enables NASA’s mission through four scientific endeavors: Earth Science, Heliophysics, Solar System Exploration, and Astrophysics. Goddard plays a leading role in NASA’s accomplishments by contributing compelling scientific knowledge to advance the Agency’s mission.
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1. wall gap, 2. backyard wall, 3. Keyser's Mill barnyard wall, 4. wall above snake bend, 5. sun flare behind wall, 6. side view, 7. top view, 8. black and white, 9. Fern Avenue
The front cover I designed for a comparative Essay I wrote on the 1959 French new Wave film "A Bout De Souffle" by Jean Luc Godard, and the 1983 American remake "Breathless" by Jim McBride.
HYMNS TO THE NIGHT
Over coming days I will present some suburban night photographs in the form of a photographic poetic essay. As night fell the darkness took on a special quality, enhanced by the artificial lights that make up our urban environments. To tie them all together I have returned to the long poetic essay by the German Romantic philosopher, Novalis: Hymns to the Night.
Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg, writing under the name of Novalis, was a German aristocrat and polymath, a poet, novelist, philosopher and mystic. All these traits are brought together in his Hymns to the Night, one of the most complex, moving and mystical reflections on death and eternity. Born in 1772 he was destined for a career in the law, but having befriended the poets Schiller, Schlegel, Goethe and Schelling (the pantheon of German Romanticism), his thoughts turned inward. This direction was further cemented when his fiancée, Sophie von Kühn, died suddenly of tuberculosis in 1797. Sophie’s death led him into the deep waters of Hymns to the Night (published in 1800).
Hymns to the Night concerns the deep intertwining between life and death, light and darkness, sleep and dreams, in which the night is a maternal figure who awakens within us a hunger for that which lies beyond our experience in this life – a new dawn if you like. For the ancients each end of the day and passage into the night brought with it a possibility that this was indeed the end of all things. Would the sun come up again? Who could be sure? And so sleep became the portal to the underworld. An interesting psychological analysis of dreams is made along these lines by the late James Hillman (1926-2011) in his great book, The Dream and the Underworld (1979).
Life itself was to be short for Novalis. He also contracted tuberculosis and was nursed on his deathbed by his second fiancée, Julie von Charpentier, dying at just 28. Novalis described his own philosophy as “Magical Idealism”. It was a concept shaped in some part by alchemical ideals in reaction to the rationalism of the Enlightenment and disenchantment of the world that was beginning to sweep intellectual Europe. Creativity, language and imagination were the paths to truth as the inner nature disclosed itself to those who were prepared to listen.
There is a wonderful novel that has been written about Novalis by Penelope Fitzgerald (1916-2000), The Blue Flower (1995). Fittingly it was Fitzgerald’s final work of fiction.
This series of suburban night photographs were all taken with my Nikon D850 using a Black Diffusion Pro Mist ¼ filter.
Who to believe? Whom to believe? What to believe?
Whatever it should be, what it is is this…
Today I went out on a shopping mission. My favorite shoe store had a sale on. I was also looking for a dress for a special occasion. So I got myself ready and headed out.
The last couple of times I have been feeling, well, the best way to describe it is vulnerable. I have not worried at all about going out and doing things in a very long time. I am still not worried but like I mentioned there has been a real vulnerable sense the last couple of times out.
On Wednesday when I was out and after visiting with my friend Teri, I decided to stop in at a couple of stores. In the consignment shop I was the only one in there and the Manager struck up a conversation with me and it was a very good conversation. The gist of the conversation was that she just wanted to know without offending me, what I preferred to be called and I shall quote, “because you obviously identify as a woman.” I was kinda floored by that. We had a real honest chat and I hope I was able to help her understand things a bit more. She also wanted it to be clear that I was welcome to shop there anytime and to let my friends know that they are welcome too.
But I was still feeling some sort of vulnerability. Maybe that isn’t the right way to describe it.
OK. Have you ever questioned the truth? Is the truth what you see in the mirror? Is the truth what you see through the camera? Is the truth what you see in your mind? That is what I am struggling with my recent times out. I have done my makeup and gotten ready and headed out only to have a sense go off inside of me that says…”go home you fool.” But then someone will compliment me and I will be caught off guard. Or I get in the change room to try on something and I look at myself in the mirror and see a fraud. But then I take a photo and look back at it and it is decent enough.
A lot of that happened today. I was feeling alright as I headed off to the shoe store. Then as I was shopping and trying on shoes I was feeling odd. It wasn’t like anyone was looking at me or saying something to me, it was just an odd feeling. Loved the shoes I picked up though. From there I headed to another store, I was thinking the clerk there would be honest with me, as she is always honest with me and how I look but she wasn’t in. Sigh. Well stick with the plan and go see about a special dress. Off I go and I find a couple of winners but as I am changing in and out of the dresses and snapping a couple of photos it felt off still. And looking at the photos later, I honestly shuddered at how awful I looked. All that shopping had left me hungry so I stopped at a restaurant that I had been to plenty of times before. I wasn’t in any particular frame of mind other than hungry but that was where I was looking at the photos on my phone and I just got kinda sad I guess. I thought about going home but I felt I should push a bit harder at all of this and so I decided to head up to my favorite indoor photo spot and take some photos. For the most part it was an uneventful shoot. I haven’t looked at the shots yet but I hope some turned out OK.
My phone went off and a friend of mine invited me to join him and his wife for a late night dessert so I did join them. We had a nice visit. It is most interesting being able to converse with them about our regular friendship parts all the while I am in “Kim” mode. As we were leaving my friends wife did mention that she liked my new wig.
So…who do you believe. Whom do you believe. What do you believe.
I guess there will be another day. Another time. Another adventure.
If you read this far, thank you for indulging my thoughts tonight.
Love
Kim
The R/V Atlantis makes its way out to sea. NAAMES will take it on a long trip, but not nearly far enough to expend its more than 17,280 nautical mile range.
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The North Atlantic Aerosols and Marine Ecosystems Study (NAAMES) is a five year investigation to resolve key processes controlling ocean system function, their influences on atmospheric aerosols and clouds and their implications for climate.
Michael Starobin joined the NAAMES field campaign on behalf of Earth Expeditions and NASA Goddard Space Flight Center’s Office of Communications. He presented stories about the important, multi-disciplinary research being conducted by the NAAMES team, with an eye towards future missions on the NASA drawing board. This is a NAAMES photo essay put together by Starobin, a collection of 49 photographs and captions.
Photo and Caption Credit: Michael Starobin
NASA Goddard Space Flight Center enables NASA’s mission through four scientific endeavors: Earth Science, Heliophysics, Solar System Exploration, and Astrophysics. Goddard plays a leading role in NASA’s accomplishments by contributing compelling scientific knowledge to advance the Agency’s mission.
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Photography’s new conscience
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being scraped from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being wripped violently from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
This marks the start of my photo essay "Water Pressure." Each day I will post a new photo from the series with accompanying text. There will be twenty one photos in all.
Sitka is a community of nine thousand located in Southeast Alaska. The North Pacific fisheries that this community depend on are extremely sensitive. Any change in climate could jeopardize the vitality and resilience of these natural systems and thus Sitka’s economy and the community’s way of life. City leaders and the community as a whole have stepped up and taken action by expanding their clean and renewable hydroelectric energy. The Blue Lake Dam Expansion Project will raise the height of one of the city’s hydroelectric dams by 83 feet. This will increase the power generation capacity by thirty percent and reduce the city’s reliance on fossil fuels. The following set of photographs were taken in June and July 2013, while construction was underway.
“ It doesn’t make sense to argue about how much global warming is caused by man - whether it’s 5 percent or 50 percent. The best approach is to have a no-regrets policy.”
Senator Murkowski
Bloomberg New Energy Conference
New York City
This is what investing in renewable energy looks like.
Essay
I was going to write a long essay on wrestling with ones feelings as we journey towards understanding this aspect of our self. But I think I will let the photo do the talking.
The R/V Atlantis is one of three research vessels built to roughly the same specifications. One of its unique claims to fame is that it typically hosts the DSV (Deep SubmergenceVehicle) Alvin.
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The North Atlantic Aerosols and Marine Ecosystems Study (NAAMES) is a five year investigation to resolve key processes controlling ocean system function, their influences on atmospheric aerosols and clouds and their implications for climate.
Michael Starobin joined the NAAMES field campaign on behalf of Earth Expeditions and NASA Goddard Space Flight Center’s Office of Communications. He presented stories about the important, multi-disciplinary research being conducted by the NAAMES team, with an eye towards future missions on the NASA drawing board. This is a NAAMES photo essay put together by Starobin, a collection of 49 photographs and captions.
Photo and Caption Credit: Michael Starobin
NASA Goddard Space Flight Center enables NASA’s mission through four scientific endeavors: Earth Science, Heliophysics, Solar System Exploration, and Astrophysics. Goddard plays a leading role in NASA’s accomplishments by contributing compelling scientific knowledge to advance the Agency’s mission.
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- essaye de trouver le chemin du retour -
- tratar de encontrar el camino de vuelta -
Als kein Ausweg zu sehen war
Die umherirren
und sagen noch
daß sie wissen
das sie umherirren
und daß sie noch sagen wollen
was sie in ihrem Umherirren sehen
wenn sie
noch etwas sehen
die haben noch etwas zu sagen
Nämlich das sie nichts sehen
wenn sie nichts sehen
und das sie etwas sehen
wenn sie etwas sehen
und das sie umherirren
weil sie nicht wissen wo
oder ob überhaupt noch
ein Weg der kein Irrweg ist
ist
Und vielleicht ist dann ihr Umherirren gar kein so arges
Umherirren wie das derer die nicht sagen
daß sie wissen daß sie umherirren
und die nicht sagen wollen was sie dabei sehen
oder wenn sie nichts sehen nicht sagen wollen
daß sie nichts sehen
weil sie nicht sehen wollen
daß sie umherirren
und daß es vielleicht keinen Weg gibt
(Erich Fried)
Lake of constance - Lindau
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This is part of a series of images that will be used for my final year dissertation. The subject is conceptual art and photography which includes a written essay as well as a visual final piece.
The images help to portray the types of feelings of anger, confusion and frustration etc. that the subject of conceptual art arouses amongst not only myself, but many others. The essay itself features as part of my photographs, like the essay is the piece of art and use photography to document the idea, just like the conceptualists.
In this image the essay (the conceptual piece of art) is being scraped from a wall.
Materials: Plywood with 'brick like' paper wallpapered to it. Then stuck my essay on the wall...
Equipment: Digital. Camera set on timer.
1. University of Pennsylvania campus, 2. Calder statue, 3. falcon, 4. Egypt room, 5. mask, 6. sarcophagus, 7. mummy and mural, 8. Pennsylvania Railroad War Memorial, 9. free museum of science and art
If this photo looks like my photo of the day from a few days ago, well it is. I just can't get over the nifty perspective in this series of shots, and am publishing out a few of the ones that really make me dizzy when I stare at the photo too long.
3 exposures, hand held. Tonemapped in Photomatix. Topaz Adjust. No noise reduction. No additional work with the original exposures. Center City, Philadelphia.
one of my three 'non-english major' classes. "Tayuan Instute of Technology". I asked my students to compose an essay describing what they know about the history of their families. This is from one of my students, spelling and grammar mistakes included.
My great grandmother was born of a poor family. She had to be as a servant for a landlord. She suffered alot. She doesn't have enough food to feed in, and doesn't have enough cloths to shelter from cold.
She was treated unfairly by her master.
Also my grandmothers didn't improve much. Her feet were also bandedwith great pain. She had given five childrens birth. Unfortunatly, three of them dided of hunger. This made my grandmother very sad. She cried and cried for three days. And what was worse her husband dided of illness. She became a widow for thirty years through hardship and difficulties.
My mothers life was a little better than them, since she was born just when the New China was born. My mother is not very tall, but she is very kind and beautiful. She treated us tenderly. Of course her life was not very satisfactory at all. She had to make a living through hard work. She went out on cold days for getting grass for pigs, carried coal from far away for heat; and she stayed up sewing for us. She contributed her life to her family.
I had difficulty in giving this and my other students any mark for these essays, they touched me in a way that I could never explain. All I said to the class was that, "they did very well......"
Vannes, hôtel Mercure-le-Port, ch. 417, huit heures du matin. Très mal dormi, interminables insomnies, mal de dos (est-ce que ce serait la voiture ? alors il ne me resterait aucun mode de voyager…), retour des irritations urinaires, est-ce que ce serait le vin (je n’ai pourtant bu qu’une verre) ? En plus il est impossible d’allumer quoi que ce soit dans cette chambre, c’est tout ou rien — toujours cette impression que les hôteliers et surtout les patrons de chaîne n’ont jamais essayé de passer une nuit dans leurs chambres, ni imaginé qu’une des parties veuille travailler tandis que l’autre dort. 08:09:38 //////// Déjeuner en bas avec Pierre (les petits-déjeuners des hôtels Mercure sont supérieur à ceux des Best-Western, il me semble). Tranches de dinde, jambon blanc, petite saucisse, morceaux de chaource et de camembert, muesli dans du riz au lait, fruits secs, confiture de mûres. Bain. Quitté l’hôtel vers onze heures. Imbécile itinéraire suggéré par moi, vers le nord-est pour rejoindre l’autoroute et ne pas traverser Vannes, mais qui ne nous vaut que d’interminables, désolantes et hideuses banlieues commerciales qui ont ravagé des milliers d’hectares de champs cultivés, de bois de pins et de jardins. Lorsque enfin nous atteignons l’autoroute elle est tellement embouteillée que nous renonçons à la prendre et suivons des voies parallèles du nord de Vannes, du côté de l’hôpital, d’un petit lac, du boulevard de la Paix, tout aussi encombrées, de sorte que nous commençons à craindre de manquer le bateau. Mais quand nous reprenons l’autoroute pour Auray, elle est au contraire toute fluide. Désagréable souvenir de Jean Denoël, ami de ma tante la Grande Madeleine et grand ordonnateur des déjeuners littéraires de Florence Gould, qui était de par là. Crach, beaux bois, petite sortie dans les fougères. Presqu’île de Quiberon, fort de Penthièvre. Route côtière à partir de Portivy, très belle promenade à pied par grand froid, grand vent et très beau temps le long du rivage, marché jusqu’à une maison en ruine sur un promontoire. Nous craignions d’être en retard, nous sommes en fait très en avance. Quiberon, tâché de retrouver un hôtel assez plaisant où j’avais couché quand j’étais venu à Belle-Île pour l’enterrement, à Locmaria, de mon neveu Martin, sur des chansons de Sheila son idole. L’hôtel est peut-être La Petite Sirène mais en ce cas il a beaucoup changé. Gare Maritime — Pierre me (re)lit dans la voiture L’Affranchi, de Cyrille Bennasar, (c’est vraiment très bien), en attendant l’embarquement. Traversée vers Belle-Île sur le Vindilis, de la Compagnie Océane. Je ne pourrais jamais habiter Belle-Isle, ou n’importe quelle île, j’ai organisé toute ma vie (horreur des trains, des avions, ou plutôt des aéroports) pour couper aux moments collectifs de l’existence. Fait toute la traversée sur le pont avant, à l’extérieur. Belle lumière, beaux ciels, belle arrivée sur Le Palais, que néanmoins nous traversons sans nous y attarder, à la recherche d’une “grande surface”. Intermarché, courses abondantes, pour un “fond de maison” (j’ai dit à ma sœur que nous nous occupions de tout). À K. vers cinq heures, installation, thé avec ma sœur, chocolats de Nantes. Magnifique promenade à pied, semi-nocturne, avec Pierre dans une combe, sous K., et vieille route abandonnée qui remonte à l’ouest, rencontre éblouie d’un massif d’osier, brillant du rouge roux le plus vif sous le ciel noir, on se croirait dans un Vlaminck de la meilleure époque. Exploration d’un antique verger, derrière l’oseraie, beaux très vieux arbres. Rentrés à la nuit noire. Pierre parvient à nous obtenir une connexion Internet, grâce aux indicatiuons fournies par mon neveu Nicolas et un code interminable, relevé sous la livebox dans la chambre de ma sœur. Acta. 19:41:48 /////// Dîner à trois. Poulet sauté à la Golubert, avec des champignons et des broccoli, saint-nectaire, poire à la vapeur avec du yaourt (pour ma sœur), chocolats de Nantes (Debotté), macarons offerts par la municipalité de Locmaria aux personnes de plus de quatre-vingts ans. Ma sœur regagne ses appartements vers dix heures, Pierre les nôtres sous les toits, je reste à “travailler” (La Destruction des Européens d’Europe) en bas (excellente connection) jusque sur la minuit.