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I'm pleased to say that Star has continued her habit of seeing me off on my water adventures (as here) and welcoming me back upon my return. A fine feline first mate indeed. Yesterday, I was able to squeeze in a few hours between storms and then lost power from 2 pm until 5 am this morning. Always interesting to note one's total dependence on electricity when it's unavailable. Flipping switches has become an involuntary reflex. However, I remained dry on this trip unlike my attempt to do the same the day before when I got drenched on a walk. More rain today but, happily, it's supposed to clear for the next few days. The lake right now is higher than I can recall, but the moisture sure has greened everything up quickly and the fire threat is low.
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""Taking to the Ear (1992) is a sculpture by the late Juan Muñoz (1953-2001).
Two bronze figures lean towards one another in conversation. They are smaller than life-size, and instead of having legs, each one ‘sits’ atop a bulbous base. They are half human, half something else.
These two figures are trapped in their position. They tend in a gesture of affection towards each other, but their legless torso makes this gesture involuntarily.
The feeling of threat, tension and unease characterizes the work of Juan Muñoz; an emotion that arises from the impotence of sometimes not being able to reach the other person.""
info - www.voorlinden.nl
'Taking to the Ear' is one of the artworks of the exhibition "LISTEN TO YOUR EYES" in the museum Voorlinden (Wassenaar, The Netherlands).
Goðafoss waterfall within the Myvatn region of Iceland's Highlands, formed by the Skjálfandafljót river. Legend has it that in the year 999 or 1000 Lawspeaker Þorgeir Ljósvetningagoði decided to declare Christianism as official religion in Iceland forfeiting thus the old Norse Deities. He is said to having cast all idols of the old Norse Gods into Goðafoss waterfall, hence the name of the fall which means Fall of the Gods.
Hey, a casual affair
That could go anywhere
And only for tonight
Take any moment, any time
A lover on the left
A sinner on the right
Lay in the atmosphere
A casual affair (Hush-hush, don't you say a word)
Lay in the atmosphere
A casual affair
Break involuntary ties
A secret so the spies
Could never find us out
Stay for as long as you have time
So the mess that we'll become
Leaves something to talk about
Just lay in the atmosphere
A casual affair (Hush-hush, don't you say a word)
Lay in the atmosphere
A casual affair
Lay in the atmosphere
A casual affair (Hush-hush, don't you say a word)
Lay in the atmosphere
A casual affair
Lycia was a geopolitical region in Anatolia in what are now the provinces of Antalya and Muğla on the southern coast of Turkey, bordering the Mediterranean Sea, and Burdur Province inland. Known to history since the records of ancient Egypt and the Hittite Empire in the Late Bronze Age, it was populated by speakers of the Luwian language group. Written records began to be inscribed in stone in the Lycian language (a later form of Luwian) after Lycia's involuntary incorporation into the Achaemenid Empire in the Iron Age. At that time (546 BC) the Luwian speakers were decimated, and Lycia received an influx of Persian speakers.
Although the 2nd-century BC dialogue Erōtes found the cities of Lycia "interesting more for their history than for their monuments, since they have retained none of their former splendor," many relics of the Lycians remain visible today. These relics include the distinctive rock-cut tombs in the sides of cliffs.
Text Ref: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lycia
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Flores de La Serena - 021922 - Enhanced-2
Lycian rock cut tombs are well seen on the background.
Lycia was a geopolitical region in Anatolia in what are now the provinces of Antalya and Muğla on the southern coast of Turkey, bordering the Mediterranean Sea, and Burdur Province inland. Known to history since the records of ancient Egypt and the Hittite Empire in the Late Bronze Age, it was populated by speakers of the Luwian language group. Written records began to be inscribed in stone in the Lycian language (a later form of Luwian) after Lycia's involuntary incorporation into the Achaemenid Empire in the Iron Age. At that time (546 BC) the Luwian speakers were decimated, and Lycia received an influx of Persian speakers.
Although the 2nd-century BC dialogue Erōtes found the cities of Lycia "interesting more for their history than for their monuments, since they have retained none of their former splendor," many relics of the Lycians remain visible today. These relics include the distinctive rock-cut tombs in the sides of cliffs.
Text Ref: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lycia
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Can you spot the figures in this sunrise over the sea? I've borrowed them from a sublime painting by the German Romantic artist Caspar David Friedrich (1774-1840). en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moonrise_by_the_Sea#/media/File:Cas...
Friedrich took his landscapes very seriously indeed because (like many Romantic artists and poets) he believed the work was revelatory. In other words, it was an expression of the sublime in Nature and not merely a picture. The Romantics elevated landscape to the realm of the Transcendental. I've discussed Friedrich previously in a comment on "Caspar's Ghost" www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/49678826142/in/album-72...
The danger - if we might call it that - of beautiful landscapes, sunsets or sunrises lies precisely in the fact that we might simply view them as pretty. For Caspar David Friedrich this would have meant the ultimate insult to his creative vision. His work existed merely in order to point to a greater truth or profundity. Often this meant Friedrich included some obvious symbols of transcendence such as a cross, a ruined abbey or a graveyard. And in this instance you'll see the figures he painted looking out at the stormy sea at sunrise. They are literally absorbed into the experience. Friedrich calls it "surrendering".
Friedrich himself liked to go out alone to experience Nature:
“I have to stay alone and know that I am alone in order to fully contemplate and feel nature; I have to surrender to what surrounds me, unite with my clouds and rocks, in order to be what I am. I need solitude for a dialogue with nature. Once I spent an entire week in the Uttewald Abyss amid rocks and firs, and throughout this time I did not meet a single living soul; it is true, I do not recommend this method to anyone — it was too much even for me: involuntarily, gloom enters the soul.”
The key word in this Romantic vision is the SUBLIME. In the next photograph I'll say a little more about that (these two photos obviously belong together).
So on this morning when I awoke to drive from St Helens to a place called The Gardens in the Bay of Fires, the rain was falling lightly. I didn't think there was much prospect of a good sunrise shot, but thought I'd enjoy the quiet moment of reflection and take my chances. At The Gardens you quite literally come to the end of the road. The only company I had was some rather sodden cows in a field that I'll introduce you to tomorrow. There was a feeling of silence, but in fact the wind was howling.
The rain let up enough for me to get in a few shots. This one shows a previous storm that had been blown out to sea. But soon the wind blew in another downpour and it was time to pack up and go.
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
If I was told that I had to choose one city in which to reside for the rest of my life without the opportunity to ever travel again, I would choose Vancouver without hesitation. There are so many reasons for this choice, and they all stem from a peculiar, positive vibe that's been consistent with every visit since I first explored the city in November 2006.
Latest blog article: "Involuntarily Vomiting on Vancouver"
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My childhood playground. Not a winter went by without one of us getting an involuntary bath in this bay. Now most things have changed to the unrecognizable. That is why it is important to have pictures of today's architecture, tomorrow it will be gone.
06-December-2022
The end of a long visit on a short day in early winter.
I think it could not have ended better.
The fog did not go beyond, except with a few rapidly dissolving tufts, the mountain pass above, the Jezerski Vrh/Seebergsattel (Slovenia-Austria), just over 300m a.s.l. above the Jezersko basin (881m a.s.l.), where the air was relatively drier due to a light falling wind.
When the moon came out the wind stopped, excellent for taking some photos on a tripod, but also the temperature, from a good semi-closed concave area, quickly dropped to -10°C.
I was a good hour to take three panoramic shots, then cropped to give incisiveness to the Village, and only at the end of the third one, the camera, started to fog up the lens, so much so that third one, which I don't post here (this is the first), being a sum of 8 long pose vertical photos, and starting from right to left, is clear for 3/4, while the little church (Sveti Andrej) came with a very Christmas and completely involuntary aura, but to post that was better yesterday...
Detail of an amazingly beautiful decay scenario on a epdestrian iron bridge in Wales in the outskirts of Port Talbot. I thought that rust and nature had done an impressive job to create some involuntarily art work :)
Happy Textural Tuesday!
The sun comes forth boldly over Mt. Astley and Banff's Minnewanka Lake.
"Lake Minnewanka ("Water of the Spirits" in Nakoda) is a glacial lake located in the eastern area of Banff National Park. Dams were built in 1912 and 1941 to supply Banff with hydro-electric power. The most recent dam (1941) raised the lake 30 m (98 ft) and submerged the resort village of Minnewanka Landing that had been present there since 1888. Because of the presence of the submerged village, submerged bridge pilings, and submerged dam (the one from 1912) the lake is popular among recreational scuba divers. The construction of the dam resulted in involuntary resettlement of inhabitants from the reservoir area."
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So named as you wouldn't believe the luck (or lack thereof) I am having, so not only did my D3400 die last week, I got a new D5600, yay, then only to discover I have a chip in the glass of my kitlens 18-55mm, I buffed it a thousand times and barely removed it, only to discover yet a second scratch, and it is interfering with the images.
So...... I went to a photography shop website local here in Berlin, as I believe in supporting local businesses, however, after filling out the order I needed to register, so I filled in yet another form, then I needed to setup a payment function to debit my account and so filled in yet another form, it gets rejected, so I filled it in again, it got rejected again, so I tried yet again discovering that the actual interface itself was recreating my information into the wrong fields, so I corrected it and yet again the form was rejected again saying it couldn't use my bank account, but then I get an email to say the request had been accepted.
So now I had a web interface form saying no but an email saying yes, trying now again to re-jig the form, it sent me back to the login page only to now have it NOT accept my login credentials I had only created ten minutes before!!!!!!!!
So after developing multiple involuntary bald patches from ripping my hair out, I discovered an even better 18-55mm Nikkor with additional VR for a tenner more on Amazon, so all ends well I guess.
As for the photo, this is the same location as for "Icon of Drift" flic.kr/p/2kJtJ94
I hope everyone had a far less stressful weekend than i did, and so as always, thank you! :)
Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externall.
Fernando Pessoa
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The Trekkies among you might remember the episode where Cpt. James Tiberius Kirk and his crew involuntarily swap places with their counterparts from an evil parallel universe where chaos, insanity and illogic rule ("Mirror, Mirror", first broadcasted in 1967). So it might not come as a real surprise to you that there are many more "Mirror Universes". Like the one you can see in my image, into which I was sucked after an unusally high intake of sugar during my quest of finding a nice idea for the "Candy" theme. It's the always colourful, cheery Candyverse, a world fuelled by pure sugar. Depicted in my photo is the UCC's (UCC: United Candy Federation) flagship, the majestic UCC Nonpareille, as it takes up full SOL speed (SOL 22), heading to another mission. Candyverse, of course, has its very own counterpart / parallel universe, the slightly bland Healthyverse.
Actually, the UCC Nonpareille's appearance was pure chance. I had bought three packs of different candies for the theme (strawberry/pepper, passion fruit/chili, and "pebble candies", sugar-coated sweet liquorice candies that look like pebbles).
But while (too) delicious, neither the strawberry nor the passion fruit candies were very photogenic, and the "Candyhenge" stone circle I had made with the pebble candies looked a little boring. I then remembered the bottle of nonpareils which I'd once bought for another MM theme. Nonpareils are certainly the tiniest type of candy that exists, so I thought they'd be well suited for MMs. I thought about forming a classical Cretan circular maze with them. To make things a little easier, I wanted to use a bronze pendant (diameter: 3 cm / 1,18 inches) which is made after one of those classical mazes as template. But when I looked at it I knew it would take ages to put the seemingly simple, but actually not so simple maze shape free-handed. And since it was late, and I needed a photo, I decided to make things even more simple by simply arranging the nonpareils right on the pendant by following the debossed lines on it. And although I had actually focused on the maze shape, all of a sudden the USS Enterprise, or rather its Candyverse counterpart was there, as if it had just emerged from a Warp tunnel – bang!
A funny thing with the MM photos is that in most cases it's either the very first or one of the last images I take for a theme that makes it. This is the second to last image, taken last night, handheld and with the Lensbaby SOL 22 which I'd equipped with the 10 mm extension tube. The red light reflections were created by using a translucent, red raspberry lollipop as colour filter (after all, we are in Candyverse). Since the Lensbaby created a kind of motion blur, I thought I'd highlight that effect by adding a texture to it that would look like star trails right in the moment the starship reaches its maximum speed. The "Drizzle left" weather texture in ON1 did the trick :) Other than that I've only done minimal processing steps in DXO (mainly sharpening and denoising) and in Analog Efex.
HMM, Everyone, have a nice week ahead!
P.S. I'm trying to catch up with you tonight!
Callanish Standing Stones on the Isle of Lewis during last night's full moon; with involuntary guest appearance of Oliver as he walked through my timed 30s shot :p
... around this Grey Heron / Graureiher (Ardea cinerea)
yesterday on the roof of our garden shed,
casting an interested glance at my goldfishes in the little garden pond - Frankfurt-Nordend
When I tried to get a clearer sight, it flew off ;-((
I found them growing in the middle of one of the countless forest tracks here, about 850m a.s.l. I think, they are not endemic species up there and probably hitch-hiked on one of the communal vehicles straying there (why does anyone deem it necessary to mow grass on the sides of a forest track is beyond me...)
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Lycia was a geopolitical region in Anatolia in what are now the provinces of Antalya, Turkey. Known to history since the records of ancient Egypt and the Hittite Empire in the Late Bronze Age, it was populated by speakers of the Luwian language group. Written records began to be inscribed in stone in the Lycian language after Lycia's involuntary incorporation into the Achaemenid Empire in the Iron Age. At that time (546 BC) the Luwian speakers were decimated, and Lycia received an influx of Persian speakers.
As the setting sun touches the distant mountains, lying in shadow is a rather dilapidated looking hut. Not quite a derelict, it is used by those who moor their sailboats about it.
This structure looks almost involuntarily nudged together, as if incorrect puzzle pieces were forced into place. An interesting assembly, it somehow melts in with the environment that will change after this brief moment of light.
In places where people visit often (during non pandemic times especially), they are recognized and truly heard. Such is the nature of a great community but there are also your regulars and your visitors in these places and spaces and, unless you are a part of a living breathing daily portrait every day, it is difficult to tell who are the regulars and who are the visitors. It is difficult to tell who is entering and exiting and for how long.
Then, in comes another human cruising by like a song you catch on the wind and want to learn the words to. Sometimes, the song stays around long enough for the chorus and you say, “Oh, I know this song!” and then you start singing the lyrics quite loudly (so embarrassing but that’s the involuntary reflex of being human.) Other times, the song is gone before you can figure out who the singer even was and so you’re just left pondering and feeling a little sad that it had to leave so soon.
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(...) All the misfortunes of the world were born from the many lies, those told on purpose, but also involuntary ones, caused by haste or imprecision. "Momo" (1973), Michael Ende
This was the first morning in Schierke the last time I was down there, my partner and I had arrived at 5am, the pervious morning slept mostly all day and when I awoke, there was this big Grasshopper on the balcony, I grabbed my machine with the usual macro setup and started snapping off a good few shots. So much so that said Grasshopper then turned to face me with this annoyed expression on its face, as though to say it was getting quite fed up of being this involuntary model for me.
I hope everyone is well and having a great week, Friday tomorrow and so as always, thank you! :)
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St. Nicholas Naval Cathedral is an Orthodox church, the last and largest of the naval cathedrals built in the Russian Empire.
It was built in 1903-1913 in the neo-Byzantine style by architect Kosyakov. Since May 2013, it has been considered the main temple of the Russian Navy.
Some facts about the cathedral:
The decoration combines marine themes and Orthodox symbols — St. Andrew's flag on the gates, anchors on the doors, etc.
The capacity of the temple is more than 5,000 people.
The height of the cathedral is 70 m.
The relics of Nicholas the Wonderworker, Fyodor Ushakov, Sergius of Radonezh, Grand Duchess Elizabeth Mikhailovna and Nun Barbara are kept inside the cathedral.........................
Such a special cathedral!
Involuntarily you look up
On the yellow-gold dome,
What's with the anchors and the lace.
What is unusual about a Russian church?
It belongs to all the lost ships.,
They sailed the seas of Russia,
Enemies were not allowed into their waters.
Military, sailing ships,
as well as Russian sailors,
whose glory and honors were returned to the country,
They drowned in the depths of the sea.
The icons in the church stand in a row
and, as usual, do not hang.
And the walls don't fill up,
but they fill up with heroes.
The Naval Cathedral is not only a temple
It is dedicated to the dead Russian sailors,
but it is a very important museum,
it has exhibits for people.
The names of the sea heroes,
Which covers the wall.
(And, let's say, more than one).....
Yes, there's always annoying little feather that hangs around! When I looked at this Australian Darter, I started involuntarily blowing the tip of my nose!
Happy Wing Wednesday!
The Camp Fire was the deadliest and most destructive wildfire in California's history, and the most expensive natural disaster in the world in 2018 in terms of insured losses.
Named after Camp Creek Road, its place of origin, the fire started on Thursday, November 8, 2018, in Northern California's Butte County. Ignited by a faulty electric transmission line, the fire originated above several communities and an east wind drove the fire downhill through developed areas. After exhibiting extreme fire spread, fireline intensity, and spotting behaviors through the rural community of Concow, an urban firestorm formed in the foothill town of Paradise. Drought was a factor: Paradise, which typically sees five inches of autumn rain by November 12, had only received one-seventh of an inch by that date in 2018. With the arrival of the first winter rainstorm of the season, the fire reached 100 percent containment after seventeen days on November 25.
The fire caused at least 85 civilian fatalities, with one person still missing as of August 2, 2019, and injured 12 civilians and five firefighters. It covered an area of 153,336 acres (620.5 km2; 239.6 sq mi), and destroyed more than 18,000 structures, with most of the destruction occurring within the first four hours. The towns of Paradise and Concow were almost completely destroyed, each losing about 95% of their structures. The towns of Magalia and Butte Creek Canyon were also largely destroyed. By January 2019, the total damage was estimated at $16.5 billion; one-quarter of the damage, $4 billion, was not insured. The Camp Fire also cost over $150 million in fire suppression costs, bringing the total cost of the fire to $16.65 billion.
The same month, Pacific Gas and Electric Company (PG&E), the utility company responsible for the faulty power line, filed for bankruptcy, citing expected wildfire liabilities of $30 billion. On December 6, 2019, the utility made a settlement offer of $13.5 billion for the wildfire victims; the offer covered several devastating fires caused by the utility, including the Camp Fire. On June 16, 2020, the utility pleaded guilty to 84 counts of involuntary manslaughter.
The Camp Fire is the deadliest wildfire in the United States since the Cloquet fire in 1918, and ranks number 13 on the list of the world's deadliest wildfires; it is the sixth-deadliest U.S. wildfire overall.
(Wikipedia)
Common Kestrel (juvenile) Falco tinnunculus
0705.15.07.20
I have been targeting two species in Manchester. I live about three miles from the city centre. Sadly there are too many people flouting the law regarding wearing masks on buses so I have walked carrying quite a bit of heavy equipment. Yesterday, from a photographic point of view, my day was a disaster. On my way home I walked through Strangeways (the capital of fake/ trash imports and general crime central). I noticed the usual pigeons flying around the old prison tower then spotted a kestrel flying over. I decided to try an track it down in the back streets and I did so with some trepidation. I quickly found the bird and it provided me with some delightful views. I kept all my bags on my shoulder and the strain when photographing caused involuntary shake. I managed a few sharp shots and what was a disaster of a day ended up being a delight albeit I felt quite vulnerable.
It’s so scary, overwhelming, overpowering and feels inescapable when the terror of your reality pulls you back into your past and feels like it’s happening in the present and you experience an involuntarily mental escape for the sake of your survival. This is not a sign that you are bad. This is not a sign that you did something wrong. This is not a sign that you are worthless. This is not a sign that you are too messed up. This is not a sign that you are lazy. This is not a sign that you are weak. This is what happens when your body and mind are faced with a reality too intense and overwhelming to handle—a protective gift to help with your survival that was built into you (and everyone else) when you were created. You fight so hard to survive these moments too terrorizing for words, these acts of horrendous harm done to you that still have excruciating, debilitating, painful effects on you. Please keep breathing, please keep trying to look for tiny pieces of light when it feels as though you’re pulled into the inescapable darkness and your surroundings are unrecognizable. You are a survivor, courageously fighting for life.
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In an effort to try to help myself cope with the intense things I was experiencing I recently pushed myself to spend some time outside with my camera at sunset. At one point I decided to experiment with some ICM (Intentional Camera Movement) and this series of images reminded me of the experience of dissociation. It was helpful to be able to use photography as a way to try to express what this experience is like—to help me feel a little less isolated in this extremely challenging experience.
When threatened or harmed, they will "play possum", mimicking the appearance and smell of a sick or dead animal. The physiological response is involuntary, rather than a conscious act.
von weitem hört man ihr Geschrei und man sucht unwillkürlich den Himmel ab. Das Geschrei wird lauter und plötzlich kann man sie sehen. Ein großer Schwarm Kraniche zieht über die Rheinwiesen Richtung Frankreich und Spanien.
www.nabu.de/tiere-und-pflanzen/voegel/artenschutz/kranich...
from afar you can hear their screaming and you involuntarily search the sky. The screaming gets louder and suddenly you can see them. A large swarm of cranes moves across the Rhine meadows towards France and Spain.
Helikon river disappears under earth when the women who murdered Orpheus want to wash the blood off their hands. The river with the clear waters does not wish to have any part in this act. After a long distance, he rises, changing his name to Baphyras instead of Helikon.
The beauty of Baphyras' face, in his human form, involuntary tainted by the bloodstains of an atrocious murder.
Dion Archaeological Museum, Dion, Pieria, Macedonia, Greece.
Old monthly magazine “Kievskaya starina” which specialized in historical subjects, in 1898 wrote:
“For fanciers of church architecture and paintings Cathedral in memory of Assumption of Virgin Mary in Kozelets town in Chernihovskay province represents something such, perhaps, not to see in all famous in this direction cathedrals and churches of St. Petersburg. (…)
Very soon the cathedral was built. It was like a miracle that everyone exclaimed and decided that not only in Chernihiv, but even in Kiev actually no such cathedral”.
Although the analogy with St. Petersburg, but not, say, with Nizhyn or Sorochyntsi is a bit strange, a grain of truth in the old magazine is can be found. Kozelets cathedral, a white giant of Cossack Baroque (34 by 34 meters), is impressed. Involuntarily I even somewhat understand those people from Kiev, who come here to christen their children - if already chose the yoke of religion, it worth to be sweetened with aesthetic chord for the dessert. Beauty is a universal language; it can’t be compared with artificial Esperanto. Here is really very beautiful. Olexiy Razumovsky had a taste and much money (besides he was married secretly to Russian empress Yelyzaveta Petrivna). In this case, it is also very important.