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Apparently that word means the warmth of the sun in the winter. As glorious as that feeling is, it pales in comparison to the delight experienced in witnessing this scene. I have lost count of the innumerable times I have stood here and photographed this landscape and yet simply cannot wait to revisit and recapture magical moments like this for as long as I can.
Also wanted to share the good news I have launched a Winter Wonderland workshop for Yosemite National Park.
The most experienced cows are known as pathfinders. They are responsible for taking the herd to the most beneficial area for grazing and water.
If you see a lone buffalo bull, it is probably a “dagga boy”. Dagga boys are older bulls who have past their prime and have separated from their heard. They generally spend their days wallowing in mud either alone or with other dagga boys.
Buffalo cows have their first calves at age 4 or 5 and they become completely reliant on their mothers, right up until a year old.
If a buffalo herd comes under threat from a predator they form a circle around their young. All of the adults face outwards in an effort to hide the vulnerable. The adults actually lower their heads and form a protective barrier with their horns.
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I would be Saruman;
Old, experienced, pragmatic and willing to change. The only character that seems realistic.
In this world "The dark forces of Mordor" would have won. Or rather the race of men would have lost, in general we are not noble or wise.
In general we are foolish and selfish. Just look at the number of people not taking note of Coronorvirus guidelines, not going into quarantine and complaining that the Government is ruing their industry. Can't they see that if you give in to the virus many millions of us won't survive.
Then you will be left with the young, strong, less compassionate and the foolish.
(completely the opposite of who was left after the "world wars").
I wonder if they will make a better job of it than we did?
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As "storm Alex" reaches the UK, the west country is windy wet and cold.
A good day to stay inside, cook some comfort food and take selfies.
June experienced unusually cold and wet weather in Lassen Volcanic National Park which resulted in beautiful clearing mist conditions on the surface of Manzanita Lake as the sun rose and illuminated Lassen Peak’s snowy summit.
We finally have power back after Hurricane Beryl and are getting back to normal at home.
Brazos Bend State Park had a lot of damage (power lines and trees down) and will be closed for at least a few more weeks.
If you have not experienced a hurricane, I don't recommend it :)
This ibis image is from last month before the storm. The unfeathered parts of this species are red during breeding season and orange the rest of the year. Given the time of year, this bird was probably starting to transition out of breeding color. - 6/2024.
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Cappadocia unutterable experienced. Cappadocia region 60 million years ago; Erciyes, Hasan Mountain and the Mount of the Mist, formed by the lava and ash formed by soft layers of rain and wind for millions of years has been eroded. The human settlement extends to the Paleolithic turn. UNESCO World Heritage site located in areas.
I experienced this wonderful afternoon spectacle in Southern Athens, during the recent ash-cloud flight-annulations... This photo/s is NOT black&white!!!
In LARGE!!!
This week we experienced a Level 3 thunderstorm situation in Germany, and the strongest supercell happened to sweep across our region. As beautiful as this cloud may seem, its power was truly destructive. Our city of Kassel suffered greatly from the intense rain and hail, which were unlike anything I've experienced before.
Panorama out of 9 vertical frames out of the hand.
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I have experienced some awful things over my SL years but today is what it is.. a new low.
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While the start of March would usually signal spring, a cold snap sweeping in from eastern Europe created some of the coldest conditions the UK has experienced in decades. Nicknamed "the Beast from the East", what can only be described as a freak weather event brought bitterly cold temperatures and heavy snowfall. Schools everywhere closed and traffic was brought to a standstill, but the weather also meant some remarkably picturesque scenes across the country, particularly last Wednesday when the snow was thick and steady enough overnight to settle for several hours.
Central London rarely sees snow this heavy, so it was a wonderful opportunity to photograph the capital in a different light. The window to capture the scene undisturbed was narrow: by 5:30am the snowfall had stopped and the snow on the ground was fresh; by 6am snow plows and street-cleaning crews were shovelling the snow and gritting the roads; and by 7am the busy morning commute was grinding the snow into the ground, although an afternoon blizzard provided an extra layer to this, much to the delight of children and big kids everywhere.
I was near the More London complex shortly after the snowfall stopped, and although the view towards City Hall and Tower Bridge is one I've photographed many times, the scene in this weather was like something out of a fairytale. I spent the morning shooting in the area, but an image I captured before sunrise, when there was barely a soul in sight and only a hint of warmth on the horizon, was the one that seemed to capture the essence of the city in the snow.
The final image is a blend of nine exposures combined in Photoshop using luminosity masks, with the weighting towards the brightest exposures for the shadows and midtones and with highlights from the darker exposures to restore detail in the lamps along the walkway and inside the buildings. Using a refined luminosity mask targeted to the highlights and midtones in the sky, I was then able to selectively adjust the foreground to a mixture of soft blues and cyans while playing up the red and magenta tones on the horizon, as well as to enhance some of the highlights in the snow and across City Hall without blowing out detail in the street lights or the sky.
Inside Nik's Silver Efex Pro, I gently lowered the shadow structure in order to soften some of the detail and contrast, as well as amplifying the whites in the foreground to emphasise the brightness and vibrance of the snow covering the scene. Finally, inside Colour Efex Pro, I used a sparing amount of the Pro Contrast filter to add a little more definition to the buildings, and the Glamour Glow filter to enhance the dreamy atmosphere.
I wouldn't have been disappointed if I'd come away without a single image I was happy with, as the experience of seeing Central London under heavy snow was an extraordinary one that I can't imagine will be repeated anytime soon. But I took several photos that morning that seemed to capture the magic in the air, and although it's bizarre to be working on snow-covered images in spring, the UK's recent weather conditions were both bizarre and wonderful.
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Those who’ve experienced the scent of the enormous Titan Arum flower compare it to the stench of rotting flesh that’s been sitting out in the sun for a couple of days.
San Diego County residents decided for themselves when a Titan Arum, more commonly known as the “corpse flower,” was expected to reach its peak bloom at the San Diego Botanic Garden in Encinitas.
The rare occurrence — just a handful of these strange Indonesian plants bloom each year at public gardens worldwide — is expected to draw thousands of visitors, just as it has the last two times the garden hosted a bloom in 2009 and 2006.
“It’s gorgeous. It’s beautiful. It’s huge, and it deserves all the attention it generates,” said Julian Duval, San Diego Botanic Garden’s president and CEO. “It looks like something other-worldly, like something you’d see in a science-fiction movie with computer-generated graphics.”
The plant, its full Latin name is Amorphophallus titanium, is native to the rain forests of Sumatra and Borneo, where some blooms have been recorded up to 10 feet in height. Its life cycle is about 40 years and its blooming cycle, though unpredictable, occurs roughly every 5 to 10 years, Duval said.
- San Diego Union Tribune - Pam Kragen, Contract Reporter
Experienced one of the most amazing moon rising last night while I was having a walk over the riverfront near Hoboken.
An experienced Westie Chef preparing a nice Thanksgiving Dinner for his humans.
Prompt: Create a digital fine art 3D Whimsical illustration, ultra-realistic, Thanksgiving themed caricature of a tired West Highland White Terrier, in glossy acrylic. The Westie is at the kitchen table, stuffing a large turkey, ready to bake, and other Thanksgiving related foods surround the turkey. The Westie's hair is messy, westie is wearing a chef's attire with a chef hat and some kitchen utensils are on the table.
This digital fine art was created using OpenAI Sora AI and Photoshop
I see the silhouette of Thomas Jefferson in the knot.
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Still Experienced XL Band - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg, 17.09.2020
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Chris Haller: guitar, voc
Peter Guschelbauer: keys, voc
Andreas Szelegowitz: drums
Jürgen Haider: sax
Charly Schmid: sax
Georg Schwantner: sax
Stefan Fellner: trumpet
Gerald Silber: trumpet
Alois Eberl: trombone
I experienced this gorgeous sunrise, at about the peak of color time at this location. The mountainsides were all covered in the yellow and gold groves of aspen, and the forest floor was carpeted by colorful fallen aspen leaves and blazing bushes. The nearby high peaks were covered in a recent dusting of snow, and finally there were clouds, after weeks of nothing but clear skies and warmer days. Fall was finally here, and I was in the right place for the sunrise. There was cloud cover in the east, and at 11 minutes after official sunrise, the sun broke through a small gap in the clouds and washed this scene in a brief moment of ephemeral light. This is South Park at it's best! I hope you too are having a great autumn. Thanks for looking everyone!
- Thomas Jefferson.
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Another old shot from one of our earlier trips to beautiful northern California. Mt Shasta and the nearby areas are some of our favorite spots in California and this area has everything a for a landscape photographer. There are massive mountain peaks of Shasta and Lassen, numerous waterfalls including some of the biggest on the west coast etc. During this visit, a huge winter storm passed by the area and we experienced rain on almost every day.
I have learned that rainstorms are not all doom and gloom but provide some unique opportunities to photographers. One of the best after effect of rain is mini lakes that they create everywhere. I took this shot by the highway near Shasta airport which is usually an unremarkable spot you pass by on Rt 5. But on this morning the rain relented a bit and the puddle provided me with excellent reflections. Unfortunately, the storm outlasted our time there and I was not able to witness my other favorite opportunity of winter storms, the clearing storm.
I experienced a melange of colours at the Syntagma square, Athens. The afternnon sun had painted the Parliament building a bright yellow against a jet blue sky. And then we had a red coloured tourist tram passing by. What a symphony!!!
On this special day I experienced a magical waterfall with magical lighting with magical people. This is the one and only wonderful Rob Woodcox!
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Every skier has experienced contradictory emotions while uploading through a cloud layer. Calmness gliding through your invisible surroundings. Anxiety about descending through that very same invisible terrain. Hope that you'll emerge from the fog into bright sunlight above a sea of clouds.
I experienced Canyon de Chelly from both its rim and its bottom lands. The experience was truly awesome.
The canyon was inhabited by pueblo-dwelling peoples hundreds of years ago and it still a summer home to many Dineh (Navajo) families today. The canyon is located in the Navajo Reservation in Chinle, Arizona. I spent three nights in Chinle.
I was able to take photos of the abandoned pueblos and petroglyphs and that is what I am showing in the four photos posted today. I was not able to take photos of modern Dineh dwellings, land, or people because doing so went against their customs.
If you are interested in learning more about the canyon, you might visit this website:
Just returned from an extended trip to the desert. Although I have been to a desert in the SW of the US at least 25 times , this one was special. We experienced fog and millions of flowers in addition to the heat , the cold , the wind and all the beauty it usually presents. This was an early morning shot in the Coachella Valley.
During a neurofeedback therapy appointment I had experienced the—common for me—painful, devastating, extremely sad, terrorizing effects of trauma I have survived which left me shaking, unable to function, open my eyes or talk as I was taken back to the awful experiences and was “re-living” the physical feelings, overpowering emotions and terror within me as my body did what it needed to work on “moving out” some of the trauma that’s been stored within my body for many, many years. Each day is very challenging for me and these frequent experiences leave me feeling so overwhelmed, extremely bad and scared even though I know working to free myself of the awful effects of trauma is necessary for my ongoing healing, growth and recovery process.
Throughout the 1 1/2 hour drive home from my neurofeedback appointment that day I was thankful to be able to see and pay attention to the beauty of the rain, storm clouds and the captivating sunset. While my husband drove us down our gravel road it was raining. As we sat in the driveway I looked across the corn field next to the edge of the yard and saw a rainbow. After a moment I managed to grab my camera, walk in the rain to the edge of the field as I admired the huge double rainbow and tried to capture what I saw. The rainbow was so large that I couldn’t fit it in one frame—it took 4 pictures with my 25mm lens to capture the bold arc of the double rainbow. It was such an encouraging sight to see this beautiful, big, bright rainbow. A love note from God saying and showing me that as He promised, He is faithful. It was like the few tears of deep sadness and unspeakable pain I had managed to cry earlier had formed into a breathtaking creation of hope.
While this mashup of images is not perfectly put together, it still has deep meaning to me. The imperfections and roughness of this conglomeration of photos really seems to align with the devastating, unspeakable, traumatic circumstances I never would have chosen for myself—there are still beautiful, pleasant, hopeful moments even among the awful circumstances…found through an openness and mindfulness in watching for those moments.
[images taken on 2-14-2023]
Never experienced weather like this - 35mph with gusts. The power of the wind is lifting the water from the waterfall. Incredibly difficult to stand, let along capture an image.
Congratulations to Paris for winning the World Cup! I have never experienced such energy before in my life and, what I love most about it is how it brings people together. I've been thinking quite a lot about the politics between the two countries. Neither is perfect but I don't think France would have ever allowed for the horror of Trump to take place and when our talented athletes protest like Colin Kaepernick did, there is a backlash instead of a celebration. I don't think that would happen in France because, at least from what I experienced, people of all races are seen with more respect. I loved seeing how diverse the French team was and the energy of the streets. It was one of those surreal events that I will probably always remember...like are there actually people on top of the Arc de Triomphe?!? Yes, there were.
I am finally back from what was the most bipolar energetic vacation I ever went on. I had to fly back to Paris from Lisbon for my return trip to Chicago and on Sunday in the midst of all of this energy, I find out my flight through Air France has been cancelled. I spend 20 hours between airports between connecting flights, delays, lust luggage-you name it. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong when Air France cancelled our flight with less than 10 hours notice and without a replacement flight until Thursday.
So, I hope that in a few years, I remember these moments of extreme joy and happiness and maybe not so much the last 24 hours of traveling hell. Oh, and I just found out that the airline for the connecting flight found my bag so...things are looking up.
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Félicitations à Paris pour avoir remporté la Coupe du Monde! Je n'ai jamais expérimenté une telle énergie auparavant dans ma vie et, ce que j'aime le plus, c'est comment elle rassemble les gens. J'ai beaucoup réfléchi à la politique entre les deux pays. Ni l'un ni l'autre n'est parfait, mais je ne pense pas que la France aurait jamais permis à l'horreur de Trump de se produire et quand nos athlètes talentueux protestent comme Colin Kaepernick, il y a une réaction au lieu d'une célébration. Je ne pense pas que cela se produirait en France parce que, du moins d'après ce que j'ai vécu, les gens de toutes les races sont vus avec plus de respect. J'ai aimé voir à quel point l'équipe française était diversifiée et l'énergie des rues. C'était un de ces événements surréalistes dont je me souviendrai toujours ... comme s'il y avait des gens au sommet de l'Arc de Triomphe?!? Oui il y en avait.
Je suis enfin de retour de ce qui a été le plus énergique des vacances bipolaires. J'ai dû retourner à Paris de Lisbonne pour mon voyage de retour à Chicago et dimanche au milieu de toute cette énergie, je découvre que mon vol à travers Air France a été annulé. Je passe 20 heures entre les aéroports entre les vols de correspondance, les retards, les bagages de luxure, vous le nommez. Tout ce qui aurait pu mal se passer a mal tourné quand Air France a annulé son vol avec moins de 10 heures de préavis et sans un vol de remplacement jusqu'à jeudi.
Donc, j'espère que dans quelques années, je me souviendrai de ces moments de joie et de bonheur extrêmes et peut-être pas tellement les dernières 24 heures de voyage en enfer. Oh, et je viens de découvrir que la compagnie aérienne pour le vol de correspondance a trouvé mon sac alors ... les choses se lèvent.
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Leider war ich ein bisschen zu langsam und er tauchte fast am unterem Bildrand ein. In der Bildbearbeitung habe ich dann den Hintergrund ein wenig erweitert. Das geht sicherlich deutlich besser, aber ich bin mit solchen Sachen nicht besonders geübt.
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Unfortunately, I was a bit too slow and it almost dipped into the bottom edge of the picture. I then extended the background a little in image processing. I'm sure I could have done a lot better, but I'm not particularly experienced with this kind of thing.
On Thursday evening we experienced a dramatic sunset which lit up the western sky with a vivid orange cloud line. We marvelled at the brilliance but were saddened by the reminder of the ecological catastrophe which is unfolding on the other side of the World. This is just our apple tree in winter mode with the dusk sky behind, but it just looked so similar to the burned out eucalyptus forests with their sky high flames.
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The medieval world between the 12th to 14th centuries experienced rapid changes such as the crusades, the Mongol conquests, the beginnings of the Hundred Years War, and more infamously, the spread of the plague. One part of the world remained untouched from these developments, and instead had its own changes around the same time. In the far north of North America in the arctic circle, a group of people known as the Thule were slowly migrating from Alaska to what is now Greenland. Their ancestors originally came from Siberia 3,000 years before. The Thule would displace the Dorset people who lived in Canada and Greenland. They would carve out a living in this harsh polar climate by living in igloos and surviving off of seal and whale meat.
The Arctic would become colder as the world was experiencing the beginnings of the Little Ice Age. The Thule would later encounter the Norse settlements in the south of Greenland as they were struggling to adapt to these colder temperatures. They were also cut off from Iceland and Norway due to the plague as ships were not coming to resupply them. Some Norse would assimilate into Thule society, and some that were too stubborn to give up their ways would eventually perish.
Today, the Thule are known as the Inuit people. Some Inuit still continue to live as their ancestors had by building igloos and hunting seals and whales, but many today live in settled communities in Alaska, Canada, and Greenland. Despite being such as small group numbering around 150,000 people, their culture has become well known across the world for their unique art and way of life.
You have experienced a long, painful journey you didn’t choose that is filled with intense devastation, harm and deep sadness. There has been and currently still is a brutal ugliness that you face as your reality. Many times it’s tempting and often seems necessary to tightly close your eyes and permanently disappear to try to stop experiencing this torturous path, and though it doesn’t erase the pain, sometimes it can be helpful and even pleasant to try to keep your eyes open and searching for beauty around and within you. Thank you for working so diligently to keep your eyes open and keep observing your surroundings when you can.
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Yesterday evening after experiencing some awful effects of the trauma I’ve survived and re-experiencing the past which left me shaking, extremely scared, unable to function, open my eyes or talk for about an hour, somehow I pushed myself to step outside with my camera (I have no idea how I did this). While outside at sunset I saw this old board which apparently used to be a sign for Sugar Creek Mennonite Church (that’s what it says on one side in black paint)—a local church a couple miles down the gravel road from our home. Now this old, stained, dingy board is a cover that goes over our air conditioner in the off-season with a few bricks that sit on top to hold it in place during the strong winter winds here on the flat Iowa “prairie.” This board was leaned against our home in the small space between the air conditioner and the house. I thought it was so beautiful and such a contrast to see this old, ugly board with the beautiful sunset light and the shadow of the leaves of a nearby bush shining on it. Such a reminder to me that in the brutal ugliness there can still be some beauty to see when I’m able to keep my eyes open.
June experienced unusually cold and wet weather in Lassen Volcanic National Park which resulted in beautiful clearing mist conditions as the sun set and illuminated the fog concealing Lassen Peak’s mountaintop in a subtle pink.
Santa Fe B40-8W 514 was leading a westbound stack train across the Mississippi River on a dreary day in Fort Madison.
The BNSF merger was looming on the horizon at the time but at least the Santa Fe went out looking mighty fine.
This was a day spent in the Fort Madison area and was one of the busiest days that I ever experienced on the Santa Fe, which saw near constant action and seemingly endless variety.
They truly were the best of times.
From wiki:
"In the days leading up to June 19, 2013, Alberta, Canada, experienced heavy rainfall that triggered catastrophic flooding described by the provincial government as the worst in Alberta's history. Areas along the Bow, Elbow, Highwood, Red Deer, Sheep, Little Bow, and South Saskatchewan rivers and their tributaries were particularly affected. A total of 32 states of local emergency were declared and 28 emergency operations centres were activated as water levels rose and numerous communities were placed under evacuation orders."
We were there the very same day and lived through history! If we remained there for another hour, we would not be able to get out. Luckily I am still alive to tell the tale.
Had this eerie sense of floating through a cemetery this morning in the final moments before waking. A common theme lately is low altitude levitation (as opposed to full-fledged high level flight that I experienced when I was younger). It's as if my subconscious has become more cautious with age (mirroring a similar change in my conscious mind). The reasoning seems to still allow the fantasy of self flight, but the low altitude minimizes the risk of serious injury if I suddenly plummet into the ground (which never happens yet the risk, or at least fear, remains). In the dream, there's nothing at all unusual about a feat that, in real life, would literally defy the law of gravity. I either lift off the ground, or take a running jump that leads to absurdly long hang time before my feet touch back down. In this morning's iteration, I wound my way through the gravestones, observing them as I went, with little more direction than a leaf blowing in the wind. Yet it all felt perfectly controlled. The crossover between dream and wakeful thought was a place called Skeleton Hill. No such place exists in my real life (though I so wish it did). So my subconscious conjured it up for me. I just love when dreams mesh with conscious thought like this. And that the dream state created a name for this ethereal place. Dreams like Skeleton Hill are not the norm. Just as often I have an anxiety dream (well short of a nightmare but still unpleasant). These have taken many forms over the years. The anxiety morphs into whatever is mostly like to bother me in real life at any particular time. It's never really a big thing such that the anxiety is usually way out of proportion to the event. Doesn't matter, it's all just a dream. A recurrent format is the inability to photograph something that I desperately want or need to. The reasons vary. Maybe I can't locate my camera. Or the batteries are dead. Or I can't work the settings. Whatever. I generally awake still trying to sort out the malfunction with a sense of desperation. The urgency soon dissipates as I realize it was all in my mind. This is simply an updated version of a dream from my school days which involved me wandering the school hallways unable to locate my classroom. At least there's some balance. I can take some anxiety knowing some night soon I'll return to Skeleton Hill.
The business of selling fortunes was not necessarily a seasonal trade… but any experienced fortune shopkeep would know that something about autumn brought along a renewed curiosity for one's destiny that drew in larger crowds. Emelina Cadigan, a seer hoping to hide her true sight behind the guise of being nothing more than a divination enthusiast, had been fortunate to be adopted by the owners of such a shop in Diagon Alley. Growing up in the trade had taught her to be a rather convincing actress when it came to giving a ‘reading’... but even the years of training couldn’t stop her gift from intervening and eventually giving her up. With her invitation to Grindelbane Academy for Extraordinary Witches and Wizards arriving within a day of her first accidental display of her prophetic abilities proving to be true, Lina was now living in Fledge Rock, far away from her fathers’ shop. With the changing of the leaves and the cooling breezes racing through the streets came that same renewed knowledge of the potential she had to use her abilities in a safer place than Diagon Alley. She’s set up her own shop of sorts - welcoming those who wish to see into their futures, answer the questions burning on their minds or know if their ‘crush likes them back’. Of course she’s now using her true sight to draw in more customers. All of her fortunes must be true if she’s got true sight, right? Now, as her hand extends, a smirk curls up on her lips as she reaches her hand across her lap and leans closer to the curious soul in her chair. The bracelets on her wrist clang together in a mystical arpeggio to introduce her voice. “Tell me, what does your heart yearn to know? What is your mind racing to learn? The cards - speak to me and answer the questions asked, the ball - a portal to the future that I am gifted to peer through. Shall we begin?”
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Yesterday, Spain experienced a widespread blackout.
It was a day filled with fear, largely due to the lack of information and the inability to communicate.
It's important to recognise both our vulnerability and our strength.
We have experienced bitter cold the last week or so. These birds will gather where the sun shines on a pine tree with snow on its branches. The birds will drink the water as the sun melts the snow.
This picture was taken from inside our home, through the glass window. Temperature outside was about 10 degrees.
After a tour of Loughrigg Tarn in the rain I headed over into Little Langdale and I experienced a miracle, the sun came out...
Extreme low tide on Sunday, in St. Andrews By-the Sea, New Brunswick. This was the lowest we had experienced the tide here. I was able to walk over a hundred yards from the light, on to what is usually under water. This is a late Thanksgiving for us.
I have never experienced such hugging cows before, they were so cute, kept on hugging each other all the time - or was it to get rid off the flies...
We often interpret the way animals behave as if they were human beings, they are not of course - but it sure looked like they liked the hugs they were giving each other.
I experienced totality atop Bald Mountain in Sun Valley, Idaho. This photo was made just as totality was ending.
In July 1979, I experienced Dizzy Gillespie for the first time. It was very hot in the jazz club "Domicile" in Munich and Dizzy always waved around with a towel. He always mumbles a few words that should sound Bavarian: "damister hisch, damister hisch" - but right it should read like: damischer Hirsch, damischer Hirsch which translates as something called “daffy deer”, a not directly nasty term for someone who acts silly. Then I realized that he was probably in one of Munich's many beer gardens in the afternoon and annoyed the waitress for fun. About nine years later, it was the15th of January 1988, my picture also shows him near Munich in the Jazzclub Unterschleißheim. There are tons of pictures of him with bloated cheeks or as a skylarking person . This picture made it clear to me that he was tired. It was only a moment. When I shot other photographers looked at me but I had the better position. Hasselblad 500ELX, Zeiss Tele Tessar 5,6/350 mm, 1/125 sec. f5,6, Kodak TMY 400, pushed to 3200, scanned with Nikon Supercoolscan 8000ED.
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I seem to have experienced a higher than average number of false dawns this year, but this was one that really did come to fruition. I made a number of shots on the rocky beach at Hannafore, focusing on Looe (or St George's) Island as a focal point for some stunning reflections. This image was not the most vivid in terms of the pink sunrise colours reflected in the water, yet I somehow prefer it to the more vibrant shots. Perhaps it's because it's calmer to look at and therefore easier on the eye. I deliberately placed the island in the centre of the frame, with the smaller clusters of rock playing a supporting role. The 50/50 split between sky and sea adds further balance, which was enhanced by the balancing of the exposure with a 0.6 hard grad. The rule of thirds does not work with this one.
Santa Maria della Salute (English: Saint Mary of Health), commonly known simply as the Salute, is a Roman Catholic church and minor basilica located in the Dorsoduro sestiere of the Italian city of Venice. It stands on a narrow finger of land between the Grand Canal and the Bacino di San Marco making the church visible when entering the Piazza San Marco from the water. The Salute is part of the parish of the Gesuati and is the most recent of the so-called plague-churches.
In 1630, Venice experienced an unusually devastating outbreak of the plague. As a votive offering for the city's deliverance from the pestilence, the Republic of Venice vowed to build and dedicate a church to Our Lady of Health (or of Deliverance, Italian: Salute). The church was designed in the then fashionable baroque style by Baldassare Longhena, who studied under the architect Vincenzo Scamozzi. Construction began in 1631. Most of the objects of art housed in the church bear references to the Black Death.
The dome of the Salute was an important addition to the Venice skyline and soon became emblematic of the city, inspiring artists like Canaletto, J. M. W. Turner, John Singer Sargent and Francesco Guardi.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n9yGrbAfCtA - Syndrome - Ellis Marsalis
"There's always something beautiful to be experienced wherever you are. Right now, look around you and select beauty as your focus." - Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
This was not intended to be a still life. It was not consciously set up as such. Come home from shopping, take fruit out of bag, put fruit in the bowl. What doesn't fit, just lay it on the counter. Saw the flowers walking in with the groceries. Narcissists. Pick some, bring them in, find a glass container, stick them in. Simply so, as it adds life to the kitchen.
It starts getting dark, so turn on some light; in this case the desk lamp temporarily sitting on the counter because the electrician is busy, and the overhead lights recessed in the ceiling aren't working at the moment.
And... Oh.
Good old Dr. Wayne may not have been speaking strictly about things physical or visual at that moment, but I'll take it there.
As such, I suppose this beauty everywhere, anywhere, anytime is an experience that many artists (especially visual artists) are fortunate to have as a possibility each day of their lives. See the Beauty. Select it. Acknowledge it. Regardless of circumstances.
Perhaps it is by temperament, perhaps it is by training and practice, either way, it feels as if visual artists have a bit of a leg up in this respect.
Of course, visual artists are not alone in this. Many children have the ability, but it gets drummed out of them by adults, society, our education system.
"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up." - Picasso
I think the ability to see beauty at any moment remains within us, even if you now feel yourself to be an artistically or creatively stunted adult. I believe it is recoverable - that it never goes away - if you desire to recover it.
And THAT is the issue. YOU must DESIRE to see the beauty. To see with the child's eyes you used to have, with no "ifs, ands, yeah buts" or "what abouts." You have to decide that it is possible for YOU (something so many deny themselves - that possibility for THEMSELVES).
And then, start seeing, start noticing, start selecting.
"YEAH but, what is beauty?" (Classic "yeah but, what about" joy killer question. I hate that.)
Get a group of ten, four year-olds. Take them outside into the yard, or leave them in the house even. Ask them, simply, "find something beautiful or pretty and bring it to me."
"Ten different people bring ten different colors." - Japanese Proverb
Yeah. That's it. Do what they just did. Be four.