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Das künstlerische Werk von Lucia Kempkes (*1988) umfasst Zeichnungen, Skulpturen und Videoarbeiten, aber auch spezielle Techniken wie das Knüpfen von Teppichen. Sie erforscht die Eigenschaften unterschiedlichster Materialien wie Teppich, Steinpapier und Goretex-Folie und verwandelt selbst den Ausstellungsraum in eine Landschaft.
Das Detail auf dem Foto ist ein Teil eines Patchwork-Teppichs aus Steinpapier aus der Serie „To Protect Us From What We Seek“. Die Serie thematisiert, wie die ständige Weiterentwicklung von Hightech-Materialien und Werkzeugen zur Überwindung menschlicher Grenzen mit der Wahrnehmung von Landschaft korreliert.
The artistic work of Lucia Kempkes (*1988) includes drawings, sculptures and video works, but also special techniques such as knotting carpets. She explores the properties of a wide variety of materials such as carpet, stone paper and Goretex film and turns even the exhibition space into a landscape.
The detail in the photo is a part of a stone paper patchwork rug from the To Protect Us From What We Seek series. The series thematises how the constant development of high-tech materials and tools to overcome human limits correlates with the perception of landscape.
luciakempkes.com/to-protect-us-from-what-we-seek
Grant Green: Street of Dreams
580 m waterfall above,the wind blast from this was quite incredible , the camera was getting soaked in spray from 30 metres away
Dopo ore di attesa con la neve fino alle ginocchia, frustato da un vento gelido che tagliava il goretex per insinuarsi tra le costole, finalmente è comparso !
Lassù sulla cresta, in alto, molto in alto…
Io mi ero attrezzato per fotografarlo più vicino, comunque, l’eccezionale luminosità e la straordinaria limpidezza atmosferica, mi hanno permesso di portare a casa una fugace ma intensa emozione e qualche scatto discreto.
LOOK Female:
.: vive nine :. Puffy Monogram Cardi (legacy) - Red
.: vive nine :. Lil Monogram Bandeau (legacy) - Red
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.: ryvolter x nu :. Marly Distressed Shorts (Legacy) - Med@Level
Hair:Foxy - Nola. (S/Genus)
.: ryvolter :. Puff Margi Bag (shoulder) - Camel
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REIGN.- DONNA BOOTIES (LEGACY-HIGH)@C88
Skin:RAONHAUSEN - Angie [Genus] Vanilla HUD@Sad November
LOOK Male:
[MERCH] Goretex Ski Jacket - Blond (jake)
[MERCH] Belmon Denim - Med (jake)
Hair:Foxy - Reiss. (Unrigged w/resize)@K9
Decor:
MINIMAL - Twenty Four Market RARE
MINIMAL - Cart Market RARE
MINIMAL - Drinks Pack -1-
MINIMAL - Basket Green -4-
MINIMAL - Fridge -6-
MINIMAL - Cereal Shelve -7-
MINIMAL - ATM -10-
MINIMAL - Chips Shelve -11-
MINIMAL - Beer Keg -9-
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I think my stream needs a bit of colour after so many dark and moody images. This is Balnakiel beach in the evening light, and it is quite simply a heavenly place. It is a mile or do from Durness and forms a large part of the spit of land that ends at Faraid Head. This shot is looking south along the beach and in the distance you can see centre to right of the image) the mountains of Beinn Spionnaidh (the most northerly mountain above 2000 feet in Britain), Cranstackie, and finally the magnificent Foinaven.
At the busiest of times there would barely be a dozen or so people here, and often it as empty as you see it now. In the bright sun the sand appears almost white, but becomes more golden as the sun goes down. The sea is turquoise and crystal clear. It is one of the finest beaches in Scotland.
I heard someone on the radio say that the beaches in Northern Scotland were like those in the Maldives, which could be true but I doubt you need a fleece and a Goretex coat in the Maldives......
En la etapa de La Caridad a Ribadeo, última en tierras asturianas. Una jornada llena de incidentes que comenzaron al salir de La Caridad, todavía sin luz, donde la pérdida de una señal del camino nos metió de lleno en un estrecho sendero que poco a poco se fué complicando con una densa vegetación donde abundaban las zarzas, que casi impedían el avanzar, hasta que desaparecido cualquier rastro de sendero, y realmente perdidos, tiramos del móvil para ver nuestra posición y el lugar conocido más próximo donde poder reorientarnos para retomar la ruta jacobea. Finalmente, no sin esfuerzo, y ya amaneciendo, conseguimos alcanzar una carretera local que nos puso sobre el camino correcto.
La lluvia, más pesada que el día anterior obligó de nuevo a caminar sin la cámara. Ya en Tapia de Casariegos, con unos cielos, amenazantes, tras reponer fuerzas con un segundo desayuno, reemprendemos el Camino con una incipiente lluvia que al poco se transformó en un tremendo chubasco que nos azotó sin piedad durante cerca de dos horas en las que los pies chapoteaban, a pesar del goretex, dentro de las botas.
Tapia de Casariegos, Asturias, España
En la etapa de La Caridad a Ribadeo, última en tierras asturianas. Una jornada llena de incidentes que comenzaron al salir de La Caridad, todavía sin luz, donde la pérdida de una señal del camino nos metió de lleno en un estrecho sendero que poco a poco se fué complicando con una densa vegetación donde abundaban las zarzas, que casi impedían el avanzar, hasta que desaparecido cualquier rastro de sendero, y realmente perdidos, tiramos del móvil para ver nuestra posición y el lugar conocido más próximo donde poder reorientarnos para retomar la ruta jacobea. Finalmente, no sin esfuerzo, y ya amaneciendo, conseguimos alcanzar una carretera local que nos puso sobre el camino correcto.
La lluvia, más pesada que el día anterior obligó de nuevo a caminar sin la cámara. Ya en Tapia de Casariegos, con unos cielos, amenazantes, tras reponer fuerzas con un segundo desayuno, reemprendemos el Camino con una incipiente lluvia que al poco se transformó en un tremendo chubasco que nos azotó sin piedad durante cerca de dos horas en las que los pies chapoteaban, a pesar del goretex, dentro de las botas.
Tapia de Casariegos, Asturias, España
Dopo ore di attesa con la neve fino alle ginocchia, frustato da un vento gelido che tagliava il goretex per insinuarsi tra le costole, finalmente è comparso !
Lassù sulla cresta, in alto, molto in alto…
Io mi ero attrezzato per fotografarlo più vicino, comunque, l’eccezionale luminosità e la straordinaria limpidezza atmosferica, mi hanno permesso di portare a casa una fugace ma intensa emozione e qualche scatto discreto.
Despite repeated tornado warnings for my area, I ventured into the woods today. Covered up with rain pants and a goretex jacket to avoid being devoured by clouds of mosquitos, I found a large but still fresh mushroom. Looked underneath and found some local residents! 😁
I had taken a chance going down to Pontneddfechan, hoping to catch the waterfalls in autumnal raiment before the forecast storms blew all the leaves off. The promised 'Sunshine and showers' turned out to be 'Drizzle and downpours', so it was a real struggle trying to keep the rain and the spray off the lens. By the time I got to this waterfall, my mood was as black as this picture.
I had planned to go with Mark W, but he had to cancel due to more pressing matters. I reported back that he probably hadn't missed much and I grumbled about everything getting soaked.
He offered a solution that was both simple and a complete anathema to a Goretex wearing outdoor type like me - an umbrella.
This could also have had the title of "Wet Feet at Mount Maunganui" - concentrating a little too much on getting the shot I was caught out by the unexpected big wave. Goretex-lined boots don't help when you are almost knee deep in water!
With the weather in an odd mood I wandered down Lathkill Dale.
I regretted not taking my waterproof socks as my feet got very wet very quickly, Goretex lined boots are no match for dew laden grass
In the fall of 2016 I made a journey to Maroon Bells with hopes of a wonderful sunrise and calm winds. Well, my hopes were dashed . . . I was greeted with low clouds obscuring the sunrise and the mountains. Throw intermittent showers and a steady wind into the mix and all I could say was, “Well, there’s always next year!’
One year later . . .
The alarm was set for 4:45 AM as it was over an hour drive to my morning location at Maroon Bells just outside of Aspen, Colorado. Upon entering the park with many vehicles in front of me, I began to question if I had left early enough. It didn’t get any better as I approached the parking area where park rangers and volunteers were directing where to park. The primary lot was already full and I was directed to a parking space a quarter mile farther down the road. Fortunately, I was early enough that the skies were just beginning to lighten so I had sufficient time to reach Maroon Lake.
Once Maroon Lake came into view I was CERTAIN I should have left earlier . . . the shoreline was lined with tripods and photographers. There were well over 50 togs lining the shore waiting for the light. Fortunately, I found a section of the shoreline with no one occupying it . . . primarily because the shoreline angled back so other photographers would be centered in any composition. As the water level appeared quite shallow I came upon the solution to the problem . . . I slowly waded out into the lake and set up just off shore . . . thank goodness for Gore-Tex lined boots! I had a clear view in front of me and I wasn’t in anyone else’s way.
This view is looking over Maroon Lake with the lower northern slope of Pyramid Peak (14,018 ft) on the far left, in center, on the left, with its cloud covered summit is South Maroon Peak (14,156 ft) and on the right is North Maroon Peak (14,014 ft). The golden sunrise light is striking the eastern face of the Sleeping Sexton and a small piece of the North Maroon Peak. On the far right is the lower Aspen lined slope of Sievers Mountain. In the foreground, beneath the surface of the water,rocks and logs are visible.
‘The Maroon Bells are two peaks, South Maroon Peak and North Maroon Peak, separated by about a third of a mile. A US Forest Service sign on the access trail refers to these mountains as "The Deadly Bells" and warns would-be climbers of "downsloping, loose, rotten and unstable" rock that "kills without warning". Unlike other mountains in the Rockies that are composed of granite and limestone, the Bells are composed of metamorphic sedimentary mudstone that has hardened into rock over millions of years. Mudstone is weak and fractures readily, giving rise to dangerously loose rock along almost any route. The mudstone is responsible for the Bells' distinctive maroon color.’ Source: Wikipedia
It took a year to get the image I wanted . . . it was worth it!
This neglected ruin at one time had two floors as can been seen looking at the remains of the front wall with a window opening directly above another one. I got my exercise here as the rain showers were passing through. I would be waiting for the light to be ‘just right’ when the rain drops would begin to fall, time to tie the plastic bag over the camera so it would stay dry, then I would rush to shelter from the driving rain in this roofless building (The rain was horizontal, due to the strong winds, so a roof wasn't needed . . . just a wall), rain clears out, back to the camera, unbag it and hope to get the shot before the next shower arrives. I repeated this procedure as often as necessary. Actually, it was great fun . . . plus also a good test for the Gore-Tex.
Directly behind the ruins is Beinn Dearg Mhor, one of the Broadford Red Hills. The next advancing rain shower can be seen behind Beinn Dearg Mhor as the sunlit shower is partially obscuring Bla Bheinn. A wonderful afternoon for photography . . . but with the intermittent rain showers, timing was everything.
Before the next shower, the sun appeared for a few moments to highlight the ruins and the approaching shower. This is the resulting image.
Glad I had a weather sealed kit, and GoreTex outerwear. Mist travels!
Seljalandsfoss is located in the South Region in Iceland right by Route 1 and the road that leads to Þórsmörk Road 249. The waterfall drops 60 m (197 ft) and is part of the Seljalands River that has its origin in the volcano glacier Eyjafjallajökull. Visitors can walk behind the falls into a small cave.
Source: Wikipedia
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I recall many years ago how amazed I was when 'breathable' fabrics such as 'GoreTex' first hit the scene. It seemed impossible that you could have a cloth that would keep water out on one side yet allow it to escape on the other.
They truly are stellar performers and I hope I have captured this here.
Many thanks for all views, fav's and comments, truly all much appreciated! A happy Macro Monday's to you all!
Ein Hoch auf die Gleitzeit! Also ganz ehrlich, es gibt kaum was besseres als die Möglichkeit zu haben früh morgens während der Woche raus in die Natur zu gehen. Dabei stellt man dann auch schonmal fest, dass es langsam aber sicher Winter wird und man vielleicht doch eine Jacke anziehen sollte. Außerdem heißt GoreTex nicht Wasserdicht und Taschenlampen mit leeren Batterien bringen nicht viel. Belichtungsmesser für die Mamiya mitnehmen hat auch vorteile...
Naja, war früh am morgen und ein Montag noch dazu, zumindest hatte ich an Kamera, Stativ und Film gedach :)
It had been a truly horrible day. Gale force winds and driving rain in the morning and for most of the afternoon. And then the sun shone, the wind calmed down and the rain stopped. Brave folk went out for a walk through the woods without a care, or an umbrella. I had my Goretex jacket on. I know just how fickle the Scottish weather can be.
365/273 - Year 10 Photo 3560
The Goretex gauntlet mitts are on, as are the three fleece twin-eyehole balaclavas, Simpson RX6 helmet and Hunter Shorefisher waders. The helmet visor is locked closed, and will stay closed.
The Yeti can now go and ride his horse on a cold and windy winter night, safe and protected against the elements....
View from the Watchman campground at Zion National Park, Utah.
I last visited Zion in 1989; it's changed massively since then. Some of this is positive; for example, it's no longer possible to drive into the canyon loop; shuttles now run regularly from the visitor center and nearby town, significantly reducing the environmental impact. Some of it is sad and dubious at best (ie, chains to restrain tourists from the edge of the upper Emerald Pools).
On this particular visit, Zion was utterly overrun with goretex clad baby boomers and yuppie clones. By noon the trails were literally swarmed with khaki and pastel colored couples carrying hiking poles and daypacks. Dozens of new agey gift shops, rock shops, and cafes have decamped outside the park borders. (Windchimes, lattes, and chunks of colored glass, anyone? Anyone?)
Nonetheless, it's still worth going for Zion itself. The valley loop is spectacular, as are the canyonlands on the other side of the tunnel. Getting up early and watching the sun creep to the canyon floor is magical. I've always said that I don't believe in God, but if I did, I'd consider Zion his sitting room. I'll be back again as soon as I can.
1989 shots:
I'm just a vision on your T.V. screen
just something conjured from a dream
seen thro' your x-ray eyes,
a see-thro' scene
the image is no images
it's not what it seems.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qr0tHBkBMB4
View large on black to drink it in.
Shot with "Lillian" custom white balance over a vast expanse of heathland used for military training.
For Macro Mondays, Green.
A light-green Albanese World's Best gummi bear with a dark-green Gore-Tex jacket.
Looks a bit like the bear is going camping.
Wore them until they literally fell apart - summer and winter the most reliable boots for hiking eva (in my humble opinion). This crack finally forced me to buy another pair, then another pair. I even combined the least cracked ones left and right from my first and second pair - I hate saying good bye and getting new things. tThey are super comfy it feels like walking on clouds. Never any wet nor cold feet, gore tex. When I got Jeannie my first buy ever where these boots - a dream come true. I am on my third pair right now.
Well I wasn't sure what to take a picture of tonight, and well this came to mind well it started to rain. I tried to take pictures in katies mom's garden but couldnt get anything that I wanted.
So instead I got Katie to stand out side with her lovely Arc'teryx jacket on and collect water! No flash with this photo I used the flash on my iPhone to create a fill light on the water drops so I could get a fast enough shutter speed!
The fabled land of Knoydart on the horizon.
I spent a week on the Glenelg peninsula & never met a single soul in the hills. Nearby Beinn Sgritheall has a well-worn path; it unfortunately having the affliction of being on the Munro list - but the rest of the hill-country, here, is breathtakingly lonely. If you meet anybody, they are more likely to be wearing tweed; garish goretex not being favoured by deer-stalking parties!
1200 metres above sea level in Yakusugi Cedarland, Yakushima.
Yakushima is a small mountainous island south of Kyushu. The mountains rise to 2000 metres above sea level and are heavily forested. Above 500 metres, the mountain forests are enveloped in clouds. They contain many ancient cedar trees. The cedar trees that are over 1000 years old are called yakusugi.
The island has extremely high rainfall with many turbulent mountain streams and waterfalls. We tried an 80 minute walk in Yakusugi Cedarland, but it rained so heavily that the mountain paths were submerged in several inches of fast flowing water. We got drenched despite Goretex but we did get to see Buddhasugi, one of the ancient cedars. I could not take many photos because it was so humid that my camera was totally misted up ;-)
Read more about beautiful Yakushima here wikitravel.org/en/Yakushima
Huge thanks to fellow floe edge traveler David Henley for securing this great image. Very, very much appreciated.
A few things.
First, how about that power stance!
Also, camouflage. I didn't have any as a child, now that I am older - time to go crazy. I even got white winter camo tape to wrap on the monopod (only effective when the legs are not deployed).
Finally, is that dark line of smoke the soul of a bird being sucked into the camera? Or is it the physical manifestation of my fanatical dedication to eider photography emanating from the lens?
Anyway, this is my current wildlife set up, a Canon EOS-1D X Mark II attached to an EF+1.4x III teleconverter attached to a EF600mm f/4L IS III lens attached to a Benro DJ90 tilt head attached to a Manfrotto 679B Monopod. The camera and lens are wrapped in a Goretex shell from LensCoat.
Photograph by David Henley
Gorilla Pod on rock, photographer finding out that her boots are cracked and the goretex lining leaks. Up ahead in the shot you can see the two leaning trees featured in more photos.
GorillaPod field test - wickeddarkphotography.com/2020/05/03/having-a-go-with-a-g...
Such a wonderfully patient traveling companion, my best friend! Here I was working on some photos at the now deserted Rialto fish market, the Campo de la Pescaria, and turned around to see if Peter was still nearby. Sure enough there he was in his red goretex jacket, conveniently easy to spot! and carrying my portable tripod. He had become a little bit bored, and ready for a little bit of a treat, so he was scouting out something delicious in the bakery. It was clearly just about time to head back to our apartment near the San Greci Church in the West Castello, and prepare dinner! It was late winter, and dusk was approaching.
Taking macro shots while it's snowing and your friends are already ordering their lunch is hard.
Nikon D70 + Nikkor AF 50mm ƒ1.8 D + 34mm of extension tubes
Update: Made explore! Yay!
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.
[CLEF:]
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break,
When they meet their 400 pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyupin' on their horse
I Kick a rhyme drinkin' moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinkin' 'bout the robbery that I did last week.
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist.
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends,
A born again hooligan only to be king again.
[LAURYN:]
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest,
No stress
If you don't smoke sess, lest.
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess,
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo
Voo Doo,
I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME
Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone
I'll be Nina Simone
And defacating on your microphone.
[Chorus:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
[LAURYN'S INTERLUDE]
You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know
You can't hide from the block, oh no.
[PRAZ:]
Ready or not, refugees takin' over
The Buffalo soldier, dread-lock rhasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushin' up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die,
Toss me high - only puff la,
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
[Chorus (Lauryn) REPEAT 3X:]
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me
Up early but drizzly rain so I literally went chasing rainbows. I've never done this before and was quite surprised with my keepers. It just takes good goretex, a wide view, a long lens and buckets loads of patience!
A jacket from the junk store.
I washed it, and all the sean binding came off, so presumably it lost some of its waterproof coating as well, but it still worked fairly well on the few occassions I've used it.
Sprayed with a bit of water.
Nitro Microphone Underground
Taking a different direction for today's photo. I welcome all criticism
Update***
This is part (1) of (8) Total members in Nitro Microphone Underground
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Highest Position in Explore #82
2022-08-28, Day 2
An evening rainstorm glows eerily with the fading light of day in the far upper reaches of a tributary in the Snaring River drainage, Victoria Cross Range, Jasper National Park, Alberta.
Our campsite is perched on the edge of a lake that lies directly behind me, and the view we take in here comprises Thrice Shite Pass (as previously described), and the route down that we traveled as we kept above the tree line. Our footprints are barely discernible in the loose rock slope just right of center. As we approached the lake, the primary wind direction was written into the shape of the small trees, from the flagged tops to the way they grew in small dense clusters with a clear leeward side. I initially planned to walk further and camp at a larger lake a mile or so distant, but as it turned out, neither my friend nor I liked the look of the route down through the forest that we could see from this spot, we were both tired and hungry and ready for a cup of tea, and I was less sure we'd find a good camping site at the next lake, as the map I consulted indicated a good deal of talus might try to pass itself off as shoreline.
With these considerations in mind, we began looking for a flat spot that would be protected from the wind. After searching the area you see here, we dropped the packs, hopped across the outflow from the lake, and discovered another, lower spot right by the lakeshore. The wind picked up and the rain began to blow, and we pondered which site would be most protected and driest. I noticed moisture gathering in the dimpled soil around my boots where I stood at the lower site, so we decided to cook where we stood, then set up camp on higher ground, a decision that panned out nicely. The rain and wind led me to believe that there would be no sunset and that we would need to cover everything well under the tent vestibules. While the latter was certainly true, Mum Nature made eery magic in the clouds in a most unexpected fashion. Wrapped in Goretex over down and woolen insulating layers, and capped with a wool hat, I wandered amongst the trees watching to see what would happen. At this point in the adventure, we are now 17 miles and two reasonable passes into the trail-less wilderness, in what is clearly favorable grizzly habitat. It's anyone's guess as to what the route through the forest will be like in the morning.
I owe José Knighton for the title; it was the name of his bookstore in Moab for many years.