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"How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk." ~Unknown
Heather Maple Pass Loop, North Cascades, Washington.
What was going to be a few days backpacking in the north cascades this week turned into a few days in the hospital with my poor niece. On Saturday we had to take her away during her own 10th birthday party to the emergency department where she was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. She was in a critical state and was admitted to the pediatric ICU. I stayed with her and my sister (luckily I was off for the week) and helped take care of my young nephews. She was released from the hospital recently, but obviously her new life is a big adjustment. Sitting in the hospital for almost 4 days, watching my little niece try to understand what is happening to her was difficult. It reminded me, once again, to cherish those we love and our fragile health.
Instead of backpacking, Nick and I made the most of our last day off and went on this stunning day hike. It was exactly the taste of beauty and freedom I needed.
dedicated to my soulbrother :-)*
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Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.
Nothing touches a work of art so little as words of criticism: they always result in more or less fortunate misunderstandings. Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet ~
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The vision of the center of this mandala beleaguered me in the same night when I completed Kabeirô – and I even was told its name: Worlds within Worlds.
Instantly, I sensed a profound aversion to both the image and the name, and for about one week, I refused to start with the work on the mosaic.
Then, one sleepless night, I had another vision which was very weird: before I saw anything, I had the sensation that my body was a tremendous, overdimensioned black sphere which had a very small white sphere in its midpoint; not till then, I saw the image of the black sphere, but somehow two-dimensional (onyl the small white sphere in the center was three-dimensional), but I knew that my body – more precisely: my whole self – and the image were one and the same, and that something with it was quite wrong.
Then, after some frightening minutes or hours (I really don't know), another image arose: a white sphere, much smaller than the black one, and with a small black sphere in its middle. This white sphere was outside of my body, I only could see but not sense it, and the feeling of something quite wrong got stronger, and very scary.
The third image which arose after another frightening minutes or hours, was exactly the same I already had seen after I had completed Kabeirô: Taigitu, the symbol of life itself as well as the symbol of the polarity which forms the basis of everything in this wonderful and appalling world.
Not until then, when Taigitu arose, I understood what was wrong with the first two images: the black and the white sphere were meant to compose ONE sphere: a complete whole INSIDE myself.
On the following day, I started working on the mosaic, for I was completely aware of the NECESSITY of creating it. I just had one wish: that I was allowed to find a second name for the mandala which was concordant with my longing for staying integrated in the world of Greek mythology.
I worked on the mosaic from sunrise to sunset, and late in the night, I finally got to know the name I could welcome from the bottom of my heart: Kybele.
Kybele (English: Cybele), the great God mother of the mountain Ida (Latin: Magna Mater), was a goddess who originally was deified in Phrygien, together with her lover Attis, and later also in ancient Greece and the Roman Empire. The cult of Kybele and Attis was – similar as the cult of Mithras – a widespread mystery cult up to the Late Classic Period. The whole legend concerns apparently the gender dualism; it explains the origin of the world by an interaction of the male and the female element of the universe: the heavenly Attis must inseminate the mother earth Kybele with its blood so that the world can arise.
The mandala is not yet completed; I suppose that it's going to be quite huge and that I'll work on it for a couple of weeks, but I don't know definitely... – well, we will see. ;-)
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I wish I can say this so bad to all the Jb haters, but in there a different way of course, lol
Do u like it?
I was having coffee and watched these two girls having a quite animated conversation. The girl on the left started gesticulating with her hands and so I took a photo.
I know this is a bit odd for me, but let me explain...
I had packed up and was heading toward the car. It had been a rather boring sunset, which was now over, and only the last glimmers of light were left on the horizon. A White-faced Heron suddenly landed on a dead tree right in front of me. I so wished it was still light out, instead of almost night - this would have been a great portrait shot. Instead, I went for the silhouette, and snapped a few before he took off.
I processed in RAW, cooled it a bit, and added 'vegnetting', just for the effect, bumped the contrast and a couple other things, and ended up with this. I thought I'd share it, just for fun.
segundos antes da cicarelli ligar aqui
pra casa e me pedir em namoro =D
tá,
em homenagem a lua que eu vi no sabado.
o /arthursoares tambem viu.
e clica no allsizes
Rose Lake, Hocking Hills State Park (OH)
Ok, we all know that's a terrible title, but I can explain! The famous Shakespeare quote ends with "... would smell as sweet." When I was telling people I was traveling, they'd ask me where I was going. When I said I was going to Ohio, most people's faces would bunch up, or they'd say "oh... ok... well have fun". I totally get what they're coming from - when you think of Ohio, you think of crappy dirty cities right? Right. Well, think of this as an extrapolation of my quest here in Wisconsin to show everybody that the midwest has some amazing and beautiful nature. So this beautiful lake is called "Rose Lake", and if the name of the state it was in was any different, it would "smell as sweet." Get it? Get it? Aw screw it, I hate naming photos.
Anyway, my trip to Ohio was really awesome and I'm excited to show you guys more photos. I visited Hocking Hills State Park and Cuyahoga Valley National Park right around peak fall colors. Yes, Ohio has a national park. The landscape reminded me a lot of Wisconsin. Fairly flat in most places, but in other places there are beautiful canyons of soft rock carved by rivers, creating great waterfalls and cascades. As a photographer friend of mine said "every state has its spots."
Wait! I can explain!
Yes, I know Toby looks unhappy (it's 90F and he still wants to play fetch and I won't throw it) and I know there's an ugly white bucket in the middle of the picture (it covers a decaying/dangerous patio cover bracket - long story, not our fault)...
BUT
You see, we've been working our tails off this past week getting ready for the pond guy to come and rebuild our pond and waterfall (hence my absence from Flickr) - and the rebuild starts tomorrow morning!!!
Yes, the pond guy is going to do all the real (hard) work, but I wanted to make sure the parts he wasn't working on are going to look acceptable next to his wonderful new pond.
Well, new waterfall.
We are actually ditching the pond - too hard to maintain and one can only fish so many Lacrosse Balls out of its inky depths before the glamour wears off.
Soo... after I'm not even sure how many years... 3? 5? (seems like forever) of having a dry rock pit, we are going to (hopefully) end up with TWO streams/waterfalls disappearing into cobbles.
No more lost Lacrosse Balls!
Soo... I just wanted to document what it looked like NOW, so when I post a shot of the boys posing in front of the finished product you can see how far we came.
When will it be finished?
The pond guy said a week to 10 days.
Finger's crossed!
Stop on by Henry and Toby's blog: bzdogs.com - The Secret Life of the Suburban Dog
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Grants Not Loans Protest, in the city of Hereford, in Herefordshire, England, United Kingdom. Date unknown, but circa October 1987 to circa June 1989.*
* The reason for this date range will be explained below.
About the photographs.
Those are British police motorcyclists whom have been assigned to escort the college students carrying out a peaceful march from the college to city centre which is approximately one mile in length, down a main road.
As those photographs were taken in the late 1980s, at that time they were wearing dark blue biker’s leather jumpsuits and only had bright yellow strips across their body. It was long before the full yellow jackets became common with British police motorcyclists.
Note the strip on the side of the bikes, below the word POLICE. In that era, British police cars were all white with an orange horizonal strip across the side of the cars, as well as motorbikes. This style was often nicknamed as the sandwich jam style, before the police replaced them with a blue and yellow chequered pattern all over the side of the vehicles, that were later known as the Battenburg markings.
The first photograph shows three of the police officers waiting for the start of the march, they were seen at a car park off Venns Lane in Hereford, which is now used as a private hospital called Nuffield Health Hospital. Local journalists were also at this car park, mostly getting ready.
The second photograph shows the police motorcyclist in front of the students. I can’t be sure if this police motorcyclist is one of the three seen in the other photograph, or is another officer. Here he is seen slowly riding his motorbike, with the students behind him, all going through Commercial Street, a mostly pedestrian only street, in city centre.
I took those photographs with my Minolta X-700 35mm film SLR camera and a standard 50mm lens, which I often bring with me when going to college. The film used was Ilford FP4.
What is this all about?
In 1985, while attending my last year at a deaf school, I told the hearing teacher, the visiting career advisor, and my family that I want to do photography as a job, and would like to apply for a proper college course studying photography.
But in those days, there were still discrimination against deaf people, and they advised me that I can’t do photography as a job because of my being deaf. I attempted to fight for my rights, and somehow ended up with a college course that is better than nothing.
This being a two days college course studying graphic design, with a three days work experience with a professional photographer as an assistant, and I started around September 1987 until around July 1989, as it was a two years course.
On that day: I was in my class at college, when I noticed an activity going on outside. As it was the later 1980s, there was no Twitter, no Facebook, nothing like that. Usually news travel by printing leaflets or by word of mouth, being the only deaf person in a class full of hearing people, nobody thought to tell me.
I went to my tutor and enquiry what is going on, and my tutor, thankfully being open minded to my being deaf, explained what it is all about. At that time the British government, under then Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, had decided that funding to help students should be done by means of loans, which would need to be paid back by the students when they leave college and get jobs, not by grants. But students all over the UK are not happy with this, and are protesting against this idea.
That is why they’re saying ”Grants Not Loans.”
As I really want to do photography, not graphic design, I took this as an opportunity to practise my photography, by doing my first photojournalism kind of photography. Up until that time, most of the photography I did were landscape, street photography, still life, friends, and so on. I explained this to my tutor, and thankfully my tutor gave me permissions to leave class to cover this event.
I asked if I could have some more rolls of film, and the tutor agreed, so I grabbed as many as I could carry, and was off. I was lucky to find that it was only starting to build up, and that the march had not started yet.
I walked with the protesters all the way down the main road, from the college and into the city centre, which took about half hour or thereabouts, taking photos of the event, until reaching the end of the march.
After that, I went back to college, later I developed and printed my own photographs. Many years later, I decided to scan those prints using my Bother multi-faction printer/fax/scanner, and saved the images in my computer.
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Okay, I have some explaining to do.
Recently I came across an article in a photo magazine in which a photographer explained his amazing 'digital-art' work. He creates an unreal world based on existing elements. For example, a street is transformed into an imaginative scene.
It could come straight out of a movie; creating an amazing mood.
Of course he starts to work from a world in color, that's how normal cameras work. By reducing color saturation significantly and adding the recognizable colors from a nighttime movie scene: blue and green.
By adding fog and adjust the contrast he creates his own world; this has nothing to do with reality. Exactly like in the movies!
This inspired me to get started with a photo I made in 2013 in an alley in Lower Manhattan: Cortlandt Alley, on the borders of Chinatown, Tribeca and SoHo. This is, especially in the evening, a totally deserted alley. They film here regularly for commercials.
Almost nothing you see is real; steam, buildings, colors. But it fits exactly in the picture I have in my head when I take a movie scene in mind.
Of course, the buildings you see really exist, but not in the way they are presented here.
Because I have a b&w camera, I had to add color. And by doing some research how a movie street scene should look like, I came to this result.
I must say that I am very satisfied!
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As I explained before, for three weeks now I have been, if not bedridden, at least mostly housebound as a result of a crippling knee problem. I can still drive around and run errands when mandatory, but it is hurtful and I am definitely not up to lugging photo equipment and go shooting. Furthermore, when this struck, I didn’t have many photos waiting for upload, what with the Winter season coming to an end, the pandemic still with us that doesn’t really encourage outings (the one day I went out, on March 9, on a photo shoot for the Fondation pour la Sauvegarde de l’Art Français, I became a COVID contact case of someone I had brushed against during the day, luckily without any consequence as I never was infected)... not to mention ridiculous wartime gas prices!
The bottom line is, I simply ran out of stuff to upload...
So, I had the idea to turn to some older photographs of mine to which I had, in 2021, given a “new life” by creating black-and-white versions of them for the purpose of a photographic essay that had been requested from me by the Department of Mediæval Studies of a US university. The essay’s theme was the emulation, with the tools of today, of the gorgeous black-and-white photography found in the books of the Zodiaque collection La Nuit des temps, devoted to religious art and architecture of the Romanesque age in Europe, and in particular in France. I’m sure many of you have heard about those books and/or own some of them.
Anyway, since those black-and-white versions are available, I figured I might as well upload them to offer you, who are kind enough to follow my stream, something to look at while I recover and until I can resume more normal photo activities...
Thank you in advance for your patience, and I hope you will enjoy this “renewed” content à la Zodiaque! I will put in a short description of each photo below.
The archetypal nudity of the Cistercian architecture is nowhere better illustrated than in the nave of the abbey of Fontenay in Burgundy, today a UNESCO World Heritage site.
Ok. Let me explain the title of this picture because I just HAVE to! It's hilarious! So for a few weeks now I'd been wanting to go to the "Garden Center" I discovered we had in our little town. Today was the perfect day. The day was gorgeous. But of course as my luck would have it, as soon as we arrive, it gets SUPER windy! I asked hubby to take pictures of Sofia and I together because we hardly ever get pictures together. I'm always holding the camera. He took them. When I reviewed the pics, I saw this one and I was like, "Oh! My hair came out nice! I like it!"
When I got home, I started editing some pictures. I showed him how this one came out. He told me this, "I want you to title it, 'You looked sexy'". I said, "What?" He said, "If you don't title it like I told you to, you can't post it. I know my rights as a photographer." BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! He said, "I want it titled that because you looked sexy today."
Meowwwrnnnn. Maybe I should fix myself up more often! *hehehehe*
*Explored, thank you!*
Portland, Maine
2024
I have explained this in previous photos, but "New Portland" is my own nickname for a section of eastern Portland that has seen an explosive building boom over the past handful of years. It's not officially called that, nor have I heard anyone else refer to it as such - but it seems fitting to me. This view is representative of much of the area that has recently seen that building boom - that is to say, this is what much of it looked like prior to the boom. The tracks in the foreground are part of the Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad.
Photo taken with a Yashica microtec Zoom 70 and Fujifilm 200 color print film.
I should also add that this is my first test roll through this cool compact Yashica point and shoot camera I picked up earlier this year. I was very pleased with the results and more samples from it will be posted here shortly. And from a quick Flickr search, I'd say there aren't many of these in use.
Granny explains that the eggs are for people not for dogs.
The pup is not happy to hear that news.
Lundby house, kitchen furniture, dog
Caco dollhouse family
Green high chair - made in West Germany
Newspaper, canisters - 1:12 scale miniatures
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Today, if you feel like I do, that we are surrounded, except when when we are together, by individuals that have no use or interest in Jesus Christ. Recently, I was asked by a very close relative, why I believed in such stuff? We were interrupted before I had a chance to respond. But the question, has caused me to deeply reflect on possible answers. Today, in our Gospel reading, we had the opportunity to hear about the transfiguration of Jesus Christ. Our gospel acclamation states the purpose of the transfiguration quite clearly: “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased, listen to him.” So, we listen to Him. Listening, implies a deep and mature relationship with Jesus…and a love between us that motivates us to be like HIM. My answer to my loved one, would obviously include Jesus Christ, my guide, my companion, and friend. Who are they listening too?
This seems like a very difficult task for many of our peers. Recently, I was listening to a popular podcast, where an educated young woman had become disillusioned with her faith. She proudly stated that she was deconstructing her faith. Eventually, she chose a career as a spiritual director, where she gladly supports others in the process of deconstructing. She strongly avoids the name of Jesus Christ in her own spiritual journey and practice in helping others. She stated quite simply that too many people have been harmed by others under the banner of HIS name. It made me wonder who she is listening too now?
This reminds me of a similar situation in scripture: found in John chapter 6. Where Jesus is preaching about the Bread from Heaven-the Eucharist. He is equating that the bread is his body. “So Jesus said to them Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.” (53) ) “After this saying many of his disciples drew back and no longer walked with him.” Who were they going to listening too now? I thought!
Jesus then responds with a heart wrenching question to his twelve disciples: will you also go away? Peters' response is beautiful stated “Lord to whom shall we go, you have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God.” Because we are sitting and kneeling in our beloved church...we have a similar response…like Peter, James and John at the transfiguration event…we have the attitude that…it is very good to be here. This is where we listen to Him.
What are the benefits of listening to Jesus? Anastasius of Sinai, in his homily on the feast of the transfiguration in the 7th century states what we receive, beautifully:
“Therefore, since each of us possesses God in his heart and is being transformed into his divine image, we also should cry out with joy: It is good for us to be here—here where all things shine with divine radiance, where there is joy and gladness and exultation; where there is nothing in our hearts but peace, serenity and stillness, where God is seen. For here, in our hearts, Christ takes up his abode together with the Father, saying as he enters: Today salvation has come to this house. With Christ, our hearts receive all the wealth of his eternal blessings, and there where they are stored up for us in him, we see reflected as in a mirror both the first fruits and the whole of the world to come.” (End quote)
Peter, James and John had the awe-inspiring encounter with the transfigured Jesus, and it strengthened their faith for the purpose of sharing “the light” with the world. They had to come down from the mountain and face the complexity of a messy world. They did!
To change is painful. To be a Christian, a follower of Christ means that we have a deep bond with HIM. All relationships that are worthwhile, require us to adjust our lives accordingly. The purpose of our church…is to help form us into being a light for the world. Our transformation takes a lifetime, and this transformation requires us to listen to our conscience… for this is how we are guided in every moment and decision we make. When we receive the light of the world in the Eucharist, we are challenged to take this light, as it is reflected in our acts of kindness, into a dark and divided world.
Now let us prepare to meet Him in the Eucharist! Are we listening for HIS quiet voice within our hearts?
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
Pentax Spotmatic, Super Takumar 50mm, f1.4 , Rollei RPX 100, ASA 100 CoolScan V
A tour guide in the Hungarian Parliament Building uses a microphone to explain the building and its history to her group
I can't explain why, but I've always wanted to get a good photo of this bodega. For this shot, I stood on the opposite corner of the intersection. I don't love that the street sign gets in the way of the awning. I'll go back and try again.
I love the painted sign and the yellow color. There are also quarter toy machines out front.
Brass marker on a rain-dampened London sidewalk in front of the Perseverance pub. I have seen rows of these in various places but have this far been unable to find anyone who can explain their purpose. Maybe you can... (Update: see comment below.)
In camera focus stack.
(Berlin, Germany)
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WINFRIED VEIL FOTOGRAFIE:
Director Michael A. Busch explaining his aleatoric film "The Electric Paradise" at the Kino Arsenal during the Berlinale 2010:
www.berlinale.de/external/de/filmarchiv/doku_pdf/20103259...
Two classic portraits painted by Bartholomeus van der Helst (1613 - 1670), displayed at the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.
Historically, nvestigation into tidal physics was important in the early development of celestial mechanics, with the existence of two daily tides being explained by the Moon's gravity. Later the daily tides were explained more precisely by the interaction of the Moon's and the Sun's gravity.
I do believe in magic, in things we can't explain.
I do believe in love, that it will not be in vain.
I do believe in you. Do you believe in me?
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Eu acredito em mágica, em coisas que não podemos explicar.
Eu acredito no amor, que não será em vão.
Eu acredito em você. Você acredita em mim?
I should explain my title. As some of you know who I have been friends with for a while on Flickr, I love these plants and have one on my patio here in California. But this lovely African daisy was growing in a garden in Tanzania. The garden was a newly planted and gorgeous garden at the last lodge that I stayed at on my safari where I felt at home.
Please, Mr. Hunter,
Can you explain how you can kill my family and then boast about it to your friends? Laugh and brag about how much "fun" it is to shoot them? Hang their heads on your walls as 'trophies'?
We don't hurt you or your children or your pets. We don't harm you in any way.
We have no way to protect or defend ourselves from your big fancy high powered rifles with their precision scopes.
So why?
Can you look into my eyes right here and now and tell me why?
OK, not for the weak at heart, LOL, at least not for a moment. Allow me to explain. Many of you might remember when I posted an image (now in the comment section) of my very first sighting of the northern pygmy owl earlier this year during the winter. So my first glance at the owl looked very different ... in fact, it looked like this. My first immediate impression was something like "omg, it's blind". Of course, within a few seconds I realized that I was actually looking at the back of its head! See, these amazing owls possess white-bordered black spots on the back of their head, which are meant to look like a pair of eyes.
Hmmm, I wonder if that's where our moms got that expression "I've got eyes behind my head" when they wanted to impress upon you that they knew everything that you were up to. LOL
These owls are quite amazing in that they often eat only the brains of birds and the abdomens of insects. They also are capable of carrying prey almost double their size. Keep in mind too that these owls, as the name implies, are quite small in stature.
Thanks so much for stopping by to view.
© 2018 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography