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A viburnum, berries almost all plucked by our avian friends, highlights a patch of autumn, very slow in coming to the northwoods this year due primarily to a lack of hard frosts.
[May be better larger?]
Last year I had been out on the lake in the canoe in April...not so this year, though areas along the shoreline are beginning to liquefy at last. The lead headline up here was not the Washington Correspondent's Dinner, but whether the lakes would be free of ice for the all-important Wisconsin fishing opener this coming weekend. Fortunately, our priorities remain in order.
Switzerland, May 2021
My best photos are here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
You find a selection of my 80 BEST PHOTOS (mostly not yet on Flickr) here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/western-green-lizard-lacerta-bi... (the website exists in ESPAÑOL, FRANÇAIS, ITALIANO, ENGLISH, DEUTSCH)
ABOUT THE PHOTO:
So this photo is a bit of a novelty for me - at least here on Flickr, but it's also a journey back in time in a sense. I've always loved b/w and sepia photography; already as a very young teenager I would go out into the woods with an old Pentax Spotmatic (which I had nicked from my father) whenever it was a foggy day to shoot b/w compositions of sunbeams cutting through the ghostlike trees.
I used films with a sensitivity of at least 1600 (for those of you who remember what that means 😉 ), and the resulting photos had an incredibly fine grain which I loved; I blew them up to the size of posters and hung them on the walls of my teenage man-cave next to Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Slash.
But then I abandoned photography altogether for 20 years, and when I finally picked up a camera again, it was one of the digital kind. Now neither film nor grain played any role in my photographic endeavours - let alone b/w compositions: because the reason I fell in love with shooting pictures once more was the rare and incredibly colorful lizard species that had chosen my garden as its habitat.
It's this species - the Lacerta bilineata aka the western green lizard - that my photo website www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ and also my Flickr gallery are dedicated to, but I've since expanded that theme a bit so that it now comprises the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat, which is to say my garden and its immediate surroundings and all the flora and fauna I find in it.
I like that my gallery and the website have this clear theme, because in order to rise to the challenge of portraying all aspects of a very specific little eco system (which also happens to be my home of sorts), it forces me to constantly explore it from fresh angles, and I keep discovering fascinating new motives as my photographic journey continues.
Which brings me to the horse pasture you see in this photo. This playground for happy horsies lies just outside my garden, and it normally only interests me insofar as my green reptile friends claim parts of it as their territory, and I very much prefer it to be horseless (which it thankfully often is).
Not that the horses bother the reptiles - the lizards don't mind them one bit, and I've even seen them jump from the safety of the fly honeysuckle shrub which the pasture borders on right between the deadly looking hooves of the horses to forage for snails, without any sign of fear or even respect.
No, the reason I have a very conflicted relationship with those horses is that they are mighty cute and that there's usually also foals. The sight of those beautiful, happy animals jumping around and frolicking (it's a huge pasture and you can tell the horses really love it) is irresistible: and that inevitably attracts what in the entire universe is known as the most destructive anti-matter and ultimate undoing of any nature photographer: other humans.
Unlike with the horses, the lizards ARE indeed very much bothered by specimens of loud, unpredictable Homo sapiens sapiens - which makes those (and by extension also the horses) the cryptonite of this here reptile photographer. It's not the horses' fault, I know that, but that doesn't change a thing. I'm just telling you how it is (and some of you might have read about the traumatic events I had to endure to get a particular photo - if not, read at your own risk here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51405389883/in/datepo... - which clearly demonstrated that even when it's entirely horseless, that pasture is still a threat for artistic endeavours).
But back to the photo. So one morning during my vacation back in May I got up quite early. It had rained all night, and now the fog was creeping up from the valley below to our village just as the sky cleared up and the morning sun started to shine through the trees.
And just as I did when I was a teenager I grabbed my camera and ran out to photograph this beautiful mood of ghostlike trees and sunbeams cutting through the mist. There had already been such a day a week earlier (which is when I took this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51543603732/in/datepo... ), but this time, the horses were also there.
Because of our slightly strained relationship I only took this one photo of them (I now wish I had taken more: talk about missed opportunities), and otherwise concentrated on the landscape. It was only later when I went through all the photos on my computer that I realized that I actually really liked those horses, even despite the whole composition being such a cliché. And I realized another thing: when I drained the photo of all the color, I liked it even better - because there was almost a bit of grain in it, like in the photos from my youth.
Since then I have experimented quite a bit with b/w and sepia compositions (some of which I will upload here eventually I guess), but this photo here is the first one that helped me rediscover my old passion. I hope you like it even though it builds quite a stark contrast with the rest of my tiny - and very colorful - gallery. But in the spirit of showing you the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat (and also in the spirit of expanding my gallery a bit beyond lizards and insects), I think it's not such a bad fit.
As always, many greetings to all of you, have a wonderful day and don't hesitate to let me know what you think 😊
Change is Inevitable. Storms, in life, come and go. The long night of anticipation has to be endured. What will my world look like in the morning? Will I be able to cope with the changes? Who will still walk with me? It is in how we spend that night that will shape how we see the morning. If, the night, is spent in the light of hope and the steadfastness of joy we will see a bright tomorrow no matter what comes.
May 13, 2020
E.M. Jeffres
Inevitable... casi como respirar
Se nos cae todo el cielo de tanto esperar... ♪
Credits♥ -------------------------------------------------------
[Salem] Klaubauf Horns @ SATURNALIA
[The Forge] Iridium Spine @ Uber
[The Forge] Krept Hands @ Mainstore
SFU - Gehenna Halo @ Darkness Event
EUTHANASIA Depeche Back Scars @ Mainstore
It's a sunny warm day so perfect for adders. So an early morning bike rid ego the common and a morning looking for adders. It's inevitable that the call of the coast will become too much soon though. Inevitable is by Damien Jurado.
BUSARDO RATONERO * Buteo buteo, ♂♀ 55 cm. (ratonero)
Ave rapaz residente durante todo el año en la Peninsula Ibérica aunque en invierno se incrementa su población con ejemplares que emigran procedentes del resto de Europa
Su alimentación se compone de pequeños mamíferos como ratones, topos, gazapos, pequeñas aves, reptiles, anfibios, insectos, y lombrices
Para verla en grande pulsa Z y si te gustó pulsa F
Inevitable para mi no hacer alguna foto siempre que paso por esta estación.
Gràcies per les vostres visites i comentaris.
Gracias por vuestras visitas y comentarios.
Thanks for your visits and comments.
Whatever darkness speads around, the light is always near to win. Well, the opposite is also true. It seems the wisdom is somewhere between, just behind the first tree...
taking pictures was always something of an event. Everyone trooped out into the backyard to stand next to the garage, squinting into the sun, while Chester or Martha struggled with the camera, usually winding up with a picture that cut off the tops of all heads or hacked everyone off at the kneecaps. Nevertheless, there was great joy in it, except for the inevitable aunt who always claimed “I never look good in pictures.” implying, of course, that she looked good in the flesh.
Jean Shepherd
HGGT! Sciene Matters!
last dollar road, telluride, colorado....14.9 cents per gallon, for those who are curious
I stood in the rain and watched the leaves fall of this awesome tree in the park for maybe longer than I should have, I was pretty soaked at the end lol Worth it to see such nice colors : )
Took on my phone, Huawei P20 Pro
2 landscape 42mp raw photos merged together in lightroom
... and the unique light of Lisboa returns with the naturalness of the things repeated year after year, decade after decade, century after century...
Over the last decade I have occasionally driven past this old homestead. Today it was the hints of colour that still remain that caught my attention as I drove by.
São Paulo SP, Brazil, 2022
[PORTUGUÊS] O inevitável cotidiano
Coleção: A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis
"É inevitável, pontos de conflito, linhas de organização e insurreição, invisbilidades. O tempo passa... por cima.
A poesia dos movimentos invisíveis: um olhar, um passo, um gesto, as linhas da cidade ou um detalhe qualquer, completados pelo olhar, criando uma poética nos movimentos que só existem no encontro entre corpos, fotógrafo, local, pessoas fotografados e quem vê a foto, e isso pode gerar uma potência de presença, uma dança estática."
[ENGLISH]
The inevitable daily
Collection: The poetry of invisible movements
"It is inevitable, points of conflict, lines of organization and insurrection, invisibility. Time passes... over.
A look, a step, a gesture, the lines of the city or any detail, completed by the look, creating a poetics in the movements that only exist in the encounter between bodies, photographer, place, people photographed and who sees the photo, and this can generate a power of presence, a static dance."