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Well the leaves have obviously fallen so hopefully fall weather will come soon!! Unfortunately, here where I live we don't really have four seasons and weather doesn't cooperate right so it'll probably be in the 80's in october...sigh, I hope it comes fast.
( it looks cool if you can look at the large version) These are the stars over the Texas plains. This picture was almost SOOC, however, when I downloaded the picture it looked completely different than the camera screen. So, I did a wee bit of editing. I threw up the saturation to show the natural color that the camera had captured, and threw up the contrast to get rid of a lot of the noise.
I did NOT make the stars colored, that is how it was naturally captured. You can actually look up what kind of gas the stars burn by the color it emits. It was a beautiful night out in the middle of nowhere, and so manny stars it was impossible to count. It was beautiful. And naturally, this photo needs a song by Enya to title it!
Once, as my heart remembers
all the stars were fallen embers.
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you.
Once, in the care of morning
in the air was all belonging,
Once, when that day was dawning
I was with you.
How far we are from morning,
how far we are
and the stars
shining through the darkness,
falling in the air.
Once, as the night was leaving
into us our dreams were weaving.
Once all dreams were worth keeping.
I was with you.
Once, when our hearts were singing,
I was with you.
Photograph taken at 10:54am on May 15th 2011 in the grounds of Regents Park, Central London, England.
Nikon D700 22mm 1/1600s f/4.0 iso200
Nikkor AF-S 14-24mm f/2.8G ED IF. UV filter.
Found these fallen flowers in the parking lot of a company close to my place. The colors looked magnificient!
A lot of folks ask me how to find their ancestor's gravestone or homestead site, but that's really coming at it from the wrong direction. If you limit yourself to a narrow search through the past, then you'll hit nothing but dead ends and frustrations. I look at history in a more holistic sense, interconnected through every wider area. What starts as a search for where your great-great-grandparents once lived, died, or were buried might demand an overview of their county as a whole. That's how historians are born – but it's also the opposite of what I am. You see, the past is easier to uncover with my shotgun approach, just looking for anything that people left behind. Concrete facts can be slow to follow.
For example, this beautiful root cellar might have been dug by the Weathers family. The surname is a blurry smudge on my old map, but it's more or less in the right place. I don't know anything about them, and there were many with that name in this area (also spelled Withers). But I've made the first important step. I've walked where they walked, stood where they stored their food through the winter. I've got a sense of every stone laid, walls raised. I know that they chose a better place to build than most, with so many similar cellars now flooded. It was dry as a bone below my feet, and that's saying something this far into the muddy season.
I spent an hour clearing brush and cutting branches here, restacked some fallen stones, and tried to get a sense of how it felt the day before the home was raised. Now it's been an untold time and distance since it fell forever, but the presence of this place is no less moving. Here lies all the great stories and adventures, the joy of discovery that keeps me pushing ever onward. Ghost memories in search of belonging. Doesn't always matter if we can say exactly who or exactly when, because maybe we will once upon a time. The past is not a thing that must always be answered, like some riddle with a set solution. History is at its most vibrant when we find a way to step inside.
November 30, 2023
Granville Centre, Nova Scotia
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A green leaf on the pavement after a recent rain storm. Taken on the street near the apartment where my wife and I live.
O Day after day we can't help growing older.
Year after year spring can't help seeming younger.
Come let's enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen.
~Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring
Governor Moore attends Fallen Heroes Day by Anthony DePanise at Delaney Valley Memorial Gardens, 200 East Padonia Road, Timonium, Maryland 21093
Fallen Rugger Ceremony, honoring those ruggers and Service members who have paid the ultimate sacrifice serving this great nation. 2017 Armed Forces Men's Rugby 7's Championship held in conjunction with the Rugbytown 7's Tournament in Glendale, Colorado 25-27 August. Photo by Drew Anneberg, DES Marketing
A fallen fern frond lying on the road.
It was sitting there, its faded green glory still looking slightly golden in the hazy light...
Can't explain what it's abt this fallen leaf found on the path that fascinates me so much. Perhaps it's got to do w my love for abstract paintings, thgh I don't knw how to appreciate them beyond the intriguing blends of colours. Couldn't be bothered anyway.
In fact, 1 of the main reasons why I like abstract paintings is that I wasn't trained even in basic drawing & painting so spashing colours anyway I like seems easier than say sketching a human face, shading, showing depth & perspective etc. Our world is already filled with all kinds of rules & regulations. Why tie ourselves down with more? Juz consoling myself perhaps...ha ha...
Of cos, it's one of my biggest regrets nt pursuing arts since sec. 2. Yet nw, I cld never find the time, patience, energy or $$$ to take up a course or read self-help art books. My patience (& my interest in a subject) runs thin FASTER than I wish! But maybe, nt pursuing an art education cld be a blessing in disguise. I'm nt bound by the "rules & regulations". Never mind the horrific stare I'd got from an art-trained participant opposite me when I dipped a butter knife into some glossy "cream" & splashed it on the giant deformed pear I'd painted on a huge canvas at a free massive workshop.
Perhaps the ability to produce a piece of art in photography in 1/100 of the time I wld need if it were a painting largely explains my falling in love with photography, other than my desire to capture the beauty of God's creation.
Tried to play ard with Hue, Saturatn & Light etc but cldn't decide what I like. Never quite understood those functions but had been playing ard w them since this trip. Never seem to find time to read up the manual. Seriously got to do with my dislike for reading wordy stuffs...gives me migraine. Also explains why I still don't understand how to use a simple P&S since getting my first cam in 2004.
Of cos, it's got to do with my handicap at gadgets too. So afraid to press any button accidentally cos I won't knw hw to reset to default. Wish sm1 cld patiently teach me basic photography, hands-on, F.O.C or at a minimum cost. I wish... :)
Having said all that, I think I'd actually improved by leaps & bound in the past 3 years, in that I've learnt to take sm decent pics, knw how to do simple cropping & upload to flickr etc.
Alexandra Hospital Butterfly Trail
Singapore
16 Feb 2010
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