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The terraces were dug following the natural curves of the landscape. The thickness of the walls stores heat during the day and diffuses it at night. Thanks to this method it has been possible to obtain a different microclimate as one goes down and gets closer to the centre. An average temperature difference of 5°C was observed, whereas the difference is only 0.5°C over comparable height differences at the same location. Due to its sheltered position, each of the terraces represents approximately one thousand metres of altitude under normal growing conditions.
There's plenty of water falling from the sky, but the lakes are empty.... the Dandelion's are hoarding it.
In the previous photograph I explained the physical law of entropy. It is actually the most fundamental law in the universe. The only way entropy can be overcome is with an additional input of energy, i.e. work.
Here we see a once workable hut reduced to a ruin by the law of entropy. All things must return to their natural state. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. You get the idea. So here we see the old hut's iron roof rusting away, its wooden boards rotten, and within a few short years (perhaps less) it will collapse with only the brick chimney left standing.
Already the trees are starting to grow inside and twist the building around on its axis. I didn't go inside because I'll wager there were one or two snakes in there too. And all Tasmanian snakes are venomous.
Useless to explain my silences. At the bottom of me there is always a primitive wait for a magical change. (One night the mirrors will be broken, the ones that I went will burn and when I wake up I will be the heir of my corpse). I am so tired of my old fears and terrors that I dare neither to communicate them nor to say them.
Alejandra Pizarnik
siempre una espera primitiva para un cambio mágico. (Una noche los espejos se romperán, los que fui se quemarán y cuando me despierte seré el heredero de mi cadáver). Estoy tan cansado de mis viejos miedos y terrores que no me atrevo a comunicarlos ni a decirlos.
Alejandra Pizarnik
Folks let me explain that if I forget to comment, fave which I do not do without a comment, or invite it is because sometimes my pain is unbearable that I cannot sit here at the computer for any length of time, so please forgive me and try to understand, much appreciated.
All I did was ask this guy for a piece and he took off like a shot. Just trying to not post so so many Hawks, but that is all we've been seeing on every trip out.
Thanks for visiting and thanks for understanding.
Another eagle was approaching rapidly off frame towards this eagle with its meal pulled from the river.
I tried to explain to Gerrie that I did not want it untied and that it was to be used for props. He seemed to think it was a reading gift. He likes to read a little. I think he pretends to read.
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday
LIFE WITH NEW BEGINNINGS......A single breath from a playing child can send dozens of fluffy dandelion seeds floating into the air. Now scientists find these seeds can keep themselves aloft by generating a type of vortex previously thought too unstable to exist, helping explain how these flowers have dispersed across the planet.
Each dandelion seed is attached to a bundle of roughly 100 feathery bristles known as a pappus, whose name derives from an ancient Greek word for grandfather due to its resemblance to a beard. This structure prolongs the descent of seeds by dragging on the air a bit like a parachute, ensuring that horizontal winds can help carry the seeds farther. Most dandelion seeds probably land within 2 meters of their parent flowers, but in warm, dry, windy conditions, some may fly more than a kilometer.
Dandelions are far from the only plants to use wind to help disperse their seeds. It was a puzzle as to why dandelions evolved plumes to help keep their seeds in the air, rather than winglike membranes, such as what maple seeds have.
To explore this question further, scientists at the University of Edinburgh in Scotland built a vertical wind tunnel to investigate the physics of dandelion seed flight. They blew air under dandelion seeds that were either freely flying or fixed in place, adding smoke into this wind and illuminating it with a green laser to help reveal the way air moved around the seeds.
Using long-exposure photography and high-speed imaging, the researchers discovered that a kind of stable air bubble known as a vortex ring remained a fixed distance from the seeds. Experiments with silicon disks of varying porosity that imitated the aerodynamics of a dandelion pappus suggested the circular geometry and airy nature of the pappus is tuned precisely to stabilize these vortex rings, helping them deliver four times more drag than a solid disk with the same area. As such, this plumed structure may prove ideal for the dispersal of the small, light seeds of short plants, whereas winglike membranes likely prove better for larger seeds, the researchers write.
Prior work had found that objects could form vortex wings in their wake, but these either stayed anchored to these items or flew downstream. This newfound type of vortex ring was previously thought too unstable to actually occur, and suggests examining nature could reveal other as yet unknown kinds of fluid behavior.
Every thought creates a new one,
some with healing power.
Dedicated to a young woman who is in hospital with a brain tumor in intensiv care.
( There is a kind of affinity between me and the young woman, which can best be explained by the relationship between a grandfather and his granddaughter. )
STRONG MEDICINE - Lineage of the Sonic Shamans
As I already explained, I only had my zoom lens on my camera when I visited Nancy. It was therefore impossible for me most often, to my great regret, to take overall views of the monuments I saw.
Here, I fortunately found a reflective half sphere placed on the sidewalk. You could admire a reflection of the cathedral there. By taking this sphere from afar, I was able to restore with my zoom lens an original overall view of this building.
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La cathédrale de Nancy en reflet
Comme je l'ai déja expliqué, je n'avais que mon objectif zoom sur mon appareil photo lorsque j'ai visité Nancy. Il m'était donc impossible le plus souvent, à mon grand regret, de prendre des vues d'ensemble des monuments que j'ai vus.
Ici, j'ai heureusement trouvé une demi sphère réfléchissante posée sur le trottoir. On pouvait y admirer un reflet de la cathédrale. En prenant cette sphère de loin, j'ai ainsi pu restituer avec mon zoom une vue d'ensemble originale de cet édifice.
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Nancy - Lorraine - France
The chairs can be explained by the largest cineplex in Frankfurt at this station. But why does the ticket machine ask "My salary"?
Dave and Lee were both peering into dusty looking bags, brows furrowed, pulling out metallic black objects with bits of glass on them. These, I explained to them, were cameras. Their cameras in fact. “Do you remember cameras?” I asked. It was the pair of them that dragged me into this hobby. They looked a bit confused at this question and carried on talking about the football season that by now was all but finished for another year. “Would Ollie Watkins leave the Villa Lee? Apparently he’s a boyhood Arsenal fan and the Gunners desperately need to beef up their striking options.” Lee decided not to be too worried about the prospect of his team’s centre forward leaving for pastures new in the summer. “What’s this thing again?” “It’s a camera. You bought it on eBay, remember? What have you got now? Ooh a Pentax. You haven’t had a Pentax before have you?”
Getting these two to make themselves available at the same time and come out to play for an evening used to be so simple. Ten years ago, we’d be racing home from work, piling into Lee’s trusty old red Renault Kangoo (or Kenneth as he fondly called him), and pottering off to the coast for sunset, where Lee and I would usually end up pitching our tripods on the same square yard of rock in front of the lighthouse or whatever, and Dave, fine art degree at Liverpool Polytechnic and all, would ignore the obvious subject and wander off to do something interestingly creative with a thicket of brambles or a patch of nuclear green gunge in the shallows. If we were statistical samples, Dave would pretty much always be the outlier, and he’d usually produce what Lee and I would grudgingly concede was the shot of the night.
Nowadays, these gatherings have become almost as impossible as herding cats. Whenever I would attempt to wake up the Whatsapp group, one would be responsive and make appropriate noises while the other would remain electronically taciturn and a general sense of inertia would crawl across the entire enterprise once again. They’d take turns at being Mr Positive and Mr Ignoramus and I’d give up and go out on my own. Over the past three or four years these regular outings had almost all but died, replaced by flurries of shutter activity on the occasional residential field trip outside the county. The team at Morrison’s Cafe in Buxton are still counting the profits from our visit to the Peak District last May. Even now, we had one planned for Dartmoor in a couple of weeks, but Dave’s employers have decided to launch two new products at once, despite being short of key personnel, and he’s had to bail on the month entirely. So now we’re hoping to go at the start of September, when the colours should be a bit more interesting, and just before I head to Sweden for another photography jolly. It’s a busy old life you know.
But on Monday there was a pleasing sense of enthusiasm as the pair of them arrived and piled into my car - Kenneth is sadly long gone - for the short trip to Godrevy. Maybe we’d go down to Porth Nanven in a month or so when the white nights are here, we agreed. The field car park was open until nine, so we pulled up in front of the sea, where we sat, catching up with each other’s news. I wondered whether either of them would take the next step and actually get out of the car before it was time to go to the pub. Eventually we descended the steps down to the rocks to the right of the beach, where the tide was full. Late April is a good time to take a shot here when the sea is all over the foreground and the sun is creeping into the left hand side of the frame. But not so much when there are people everywhere. We moved on to where I really wanted to go this evening. The scramble down the cliff. “Remember that time we came down here when there was an amazing sunset?” “Yes, that was the first time we found this spot. Got some great shots that night but I deleted all my raw files afterwards.” That was ten years ago in fact. I don’t delete raw files anymore - not unless they’re complete duds.
An hour later, in time honoured fashion, Lee and I were standing on the same patch of rock taking more or less exactly the same shot, while Dave was a hundred yards to our left, facing in the opposite direction and shooting the sea moving in and out of a deep gully, although he’d forgotten his step up ring and couldn’t use his filters. “Do either of you by any chance have a 67-72?” We didn’t, but we each agreed that we might have one lying around somewhere at home, which wasn’t much use now. All was well in the world - well except for Dave not having brought all of his kit with him. He says he hasn’t got anything worth sharing, while Lee declared he was going to take another look. He at least must have an image to post here. He was standing in the same place as me, using the same filters. As for Dave, he’ll suddenly decide he’s got a masterpiece after all. We’re used to this reticence in demonstrating his genius in the editing suite. We await with bated breath. Will either of them post an image for the first time in forever?
It was time for the pub, three pints of Sea Fury and the customary appraisal of one another’s images from the evening. Dave left his camera in the car. He’s obviously still warming up. At least we were all out together again. That’s the best thing about it. A jolly boy’s outing to Godrevy on a beautiful spring evening with the entire summer ahead of us, and the prospect of more to follow soon.
The Ocean's Tides Explained
The alternating pattern of rising and falling sea level with respect to land is what we know as the tides. What causes this "motion of the ocean"? In one word, gravity. Specifically, the gravitational forces of the Sun and Moon.
The key to understanding how the tides work is understanding the relationship between the motion of our planet and the Moon and Sun. As the Earth spins on its own axis, ocean water is kept at equal levels around the planet by the Earth's gravity pulling inward and centrifugal force pushing outward.
However, the Moon's gravitational forces are strong enough to disrupt this balance by accelerating the water towards the Moon. This causes the water to 'bulge.' As the Moon orbits our planet and as the Earth rotates, the bulge also moves. The areas of the Earth where the bulging occurs experience high tide, and the other areas are subject to a low tide.
Moonconnection.com
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I'll STOP SHOTING + MAKING SOME WORKSHOPS
why!?
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cuz in fact i'll be a Doctor enshalla but that's not a really a big reason =\
actully i don't have much ideas for shooting =\
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Tomorrow it's the turn of another guy.
Jardin Charles-Trenet on Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, France 31.05.2022
Der Welterklärer
Morgen ist ein anderer dran.
Jardin Charles-Trenet an der Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, Frankreich 31.05.2022
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Name Change Explained - I am trying to be a bit less accessible on social media, I noticed that if I googled my name all my photos were there to see, and some were being pinned onto pinterest and other sites without my knowledge. I have stopped tagging my pics or adding them to groups as they can be shared from groups, even if your own Flickr settings are set. It would be a shame to not share my pics with Flickr friends and followers but my pics are not for general use or to be reproduced without my knowledge. They are just a hobby and pastime amongst friends and followers. Thanks for your support, Pamela.
(Pamela dot M or Alemap backwards !)
Scientists are baffled to explain how the remains of an Automosaurus Toyotus (although the exact species is difficult to determine because of deterioration due to sea water) long thought to be extinct washed up on a beach along the Oregon coast. A typical Automosaurus is thought to have weighted from 4.000 lbs (about 1800 kg) to 9,000 pounds (about 3600kg), voraciously consumed more than 50 gallons (190 liters) of petroleum in seven days, and emitted on average about 4.6 metric tons of CO 2 per year.
This writer shudders to think how close we came to the end of not just humankind, but all life on Earth had it not been for sudden growth of feral bicycles, which hunted and drove the automosaurus to extinction. Or so we thought.
Scientists now wonder if the creatures have gathered beneath the seas where they have evolved into something perhaps even more deadly.
More about these interesting animals here:
www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S09666923240002...
In the Caribbean where black-throated blue warblers winter and in the North American forests where they breed, El Nino brings drought. Insects and other arthropods become scarce, making it more difficult for birds to find food. In El Nino years they suffered high mortality rates on their wintering grounds in Jamaica and relatively few young fledged at Hubbard Brook Experimental Forest in New Hampshire, a location where the Smithsonian Migratory Bird Center (SMBC) scientists seek to understand how climate change affects migratory songbirds, such as the black-throated blue warbler and ovenbird.
Isotropic signatures suggest that black-throated blue warblers from the northern part of their breeding range tend to winter on the westerly Caribbean islands, Cuba and Jamaica. Those from the southern United Stares winter on the easterly islands of Hispaniola and Puerto Rico. These findings could explain why black-throated blue warblers in the southern United Stares are declining more quickly than those in the northern portion of the range. It may not be a coincidence that the most extensive deforestation in the Greater Antilles has occurred on Hispaniola.
Taken from "Songbird Journeys" by Miyoko Chu.
It seems impossible to explain with words, so pictures help try to express how it feels to live this experience.
[image created on 4-24-2024]
I have become very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways. And the look of the images reminds me of how it feels when the effects of trauma cause me to question reality and myself, feel terror, feel isolated, alone, deep sadness, dissociation, body memories and a range of other indescribably challenging experiences. When my voice is stolen and I cannot speak or find adequate words to describe what I face I am thankful I can relate my experiences to what I see in pinhole photography rather than “keeping it all inside.”
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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I honestly cannot explain how this outfit came about. Probably too much Easter candy. Hahaha :)
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Put together like so:
Head: Lelutka EvoX Avalon 3.1
Body: Maitreya Lara 5.3
Skin: Amara Beauty
Eyes: Avi-Glam
Shape: Mine - Laurna v.17
Enhancements:
Lucci
Ensemble:
Outfit : Dernier - Beagle Sister Latex Mask & Catsuit in Pink
Hat: Dernier - Shea Hat in Pink
Shoes: Gos - So Chic Stilettos
Sunglasses: DeLa - Sunglasses De1 for Ladies
Headband: Monso - My Bunny Band Gift - White
Poses:
Pixit - Manaram
Everglow - Girls622 (Vintage)
I should perhaps explain "Peedie" Peedie is a traditional Orkney word meaning small and in this particular setting it obviously means "Small Sea" so it would be fair to ask how this come to be?
The reason is the sea in Kirkwall originally went all the way up to the steps of St.Magnus Cathedral and over the centuries the sea was reclaimed by the people of Kirkwall leaving only a very small Sea which would have been created by the Geological feature of an 'AYRE' which is a bar of shingle or stones forming on a narrow spit of land from the shore.
Recent Archaeological excavations very nearby to the Cathedral unearthed old piers possibly used in the building of the Cathedral.
Kirkwall's name comes from the Norse 'Kirkjuvagr', meaning 'Church on the bay'
As I explained in the description to my "Suburban Dreams" slideshow, each of these photographs are related to the other. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52638166831/in/datepost...
They are not random shots, but each tells us one more thing about the nature of a typical modern working class suburb. I always work in series, but this collection was most definitely planned. The twilight setting and light is all part of the creation of a mood. Is it possible to find things of beauty in the midst of the mundane and ordinary? That's more about philosophy than photography. And why I am such an odd fit for Flickr.
I cannot. A double-exposure, the first thing one would jump to, is out. How could the second exposure on the same frame just selectively put in the three rectangular images without all the surrounding details? Very weird. I cannot possibly explain it but maybe one of you can. This was not taken through a window. I was standing out on our balcony in the open air.
Yashica FX-3 Super 2000 with Yashica ML 28mm f/2.8
Portra 400
February 9, 2021
This is a very strange picture so I'll explain it to you. The Snowy Egret on the rock is a print on canvas, (my photo) that stands on our glass shelved etagere. There are three small white rocks on the shelf and one sand dollar shell.
Here's the story: Benni and I were with Don at San Onofre Beach collecting little rocks for this shelf while Don body boarded and after Benni was done running in the surf.
I looked and looked for a few little white rocks among all the very colorful, gold, gray, brown, red, big rocks and had only found two. Benni walked over a few feet from where I was standing and nosed the rock right in the middle of the picture. She then stood back and looked at me as if to say, "Here's a nice one." I agreed, picked it up and put it in my pocket.
Only someone who lives with a dog will probably believe this.