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Like many families right now, we're doing 'remote learning', and today one of Frost Juniors school tasks was to "Make a Star Wars movie set" out of LEGO.
This is his photo. His idea was to make a cool photo showing his two favourite figures battling above lava. We set it up on our kitchen table using only basic household items.
Along the way, we talked about concepts such as framing, and lighting. What to put in the shot, and what to leave out. Where the focus of the shot should be, and how to best achieve it. About how we could separate Kylo from the background using effective lighting, and how those lighting effects could be achieved. And just generally had fun playing together.
How was your day? Are you remote learning too? Hows it going in your house?
hey people.. i've been kinda busy with the holidays.. but everything is ok :)
so.. the other day i was sitting in the backyard with my family.. and this little guy fell to the ground.. we assume that he was learning to fly and fell off..
my brother was the one who managed to catch him and we left him on the roof.. so that other birds could help him.. a few minutes later we saw a bunch of birds calling him and they helped this little guy to get back to his tree :)
sometimes is difficult to learn to fly.. and you may fall.. but with some luck a helpful hand will appear and lift you back to where you belong
**Explored!**
What's art about if it isn't about learning something? Well I learnt something. Several things actually. Will I use what I've learnt to grow and become wiser? That seems unlikely. So what did I learn?
1) Ice is very cold.
2) Icy water feels even colder.
3) Even kneeling on ice might not spread your weight enough to prevent it cracking.
4) Don't ever admit to doing something stupid. Especially not on the internet. You'll never know who might read it.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I won't ever feel confident enough in my creativity to know what it is I will make ahead of time, and I won't know how, whatever it is, will turn out. It was never an issue when noone ever saw what I make but now, a little self doubt lurks in the back of my mind, that I must make something interesting otherwise I shouldn't have bothered. Often, as I wander around some wild place somewhere (no not a bar in Blackpool on a Saturday night), I am thinking about future land art projects and the potential of different places. But always lurking there is the thought that it better be good when I get round to doing it.
On the face of it, this voice at the back of the room would seem to be a help, always encouraging me to try harder. But the weird thing is, this voice actually seems to be a hindrance. There is a subtle but important difference between "it better be good" and "I wonder if it'll be any good?"
When I listen to those words it seems to be an extra burden, a burden that makes it harder to tap into any creativity. I have no idea what creativity actually is, where it lives or how it operates. But what I do know is that you can plug into it directly if you would just relax and go with the flow. A sense of expectation of how something should be, how it ought to be, if only you tried hard enough is not where it's at. I think this is what I love about land art. As I start, the distractions, the so called "encouraging" voices just fade away and all that matters is the moment. And when enough moments join together, I often end up exactly where I wanted to be had I been thinking about it in the first place. I've said it before but it seems it is a hard lesson to learn. It's about the doing. The thinking, the planning, the expectations. None of this really helps.
So I set off, the frost crunching under my feet and doubting/encouraging voices in my head struggling to help me think of what I could do. I went to a small pool of dark water and tried to chop out some ice. Fun though that was, it didn't inspire me, so I continued to trudge up the hill. On the slopes either side of me, camo jacketed plonkers with shotguns and dogs attempted to shoot, stupid and inbred pheasants. A fitting challenge for the Saturday shotgun warriors. We haven't quite gone to the lengths of fencing in animals for rich (and fat) obnoxious clients to shoot but it isn't far off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not hypocritical enough to suggest that shooting is completely wrong. I could only occupy the moral highground if I didn't eat industrially farmed animals and didn't ignore the fact that I couldn't kill, what I eat, myself. But I do wonder at the mentality of people who shoot animals for a hobby, as a way to relax, to let off steam on a Saturday morning. Does it make you feel manly to outwit a pheasant with a bunch of beaters, dogs and high powered weaponry? Is it simply target practice and honing a skill?
I always wonder whether they have something missing in their lives and their neuroses drive them to show off, inaudibly shouting "look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME! I'm really, really important! I demand your attention!" Because what seems to be common amongst this activities is noise. Lots of it and the seemingly willfull need to pee off as many people as possible. Especially people who like peace and quiet!
How many examples can you think of? Here's a few for starters: riding big, powerful motorbikes around country lanes in the summer, riding jet skis across lakes and off shore, off roading on green lanes and shooting things for fun. Why oh why do all these things have to be so loud? And why do you have to do them in beautiful and quiet places and spoil the peace and quiet for so many others? Are you so lacking in empathy that you have no idea how you are spoiling it for everyone else? Or do you have a pathological need to take over places and claim them as yours to make up for your inadaquecies? I think this is one of the biggest splits in our species. The sensitive and the not sensitive. The noisy and the quiet. The considerate and inconsiderate.
So the soundtrack to my sculpturing went like this "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" As the beaters flushed the doomed birds from the undergrowth and "KABOOM! KABOOM!" as another pheasant bit the dust. I expect that if I ever go mad that that will be the soundtrack to my insanity too. I wanted to stand on a rock and shout out "shut the hell up you noisy idiots!" to try and get rid of my frustrated feeling. But I don't think they were going to see the error of their ways so I went back to what I was doing with the frustrated feeling still present.
So what was a I doing I hear you ask?
A bank of fog was sliding in from the south, leaving the tips of the mountains poking through the sea of moisture. Unusually for an inversion, a layer of cloud lay above us too (me and the mountains) and gradually the temperature began to warm.
On another small dark pool I begun to lay out sections of frosted bracken, to make a pattern on the ice. When I leant back I noticed I had left hand prints where my body heat had melted the surface and I liked them and decided to do something along those lines instead. On all fours, I kneeled on the ice, positioning my hands to make prints in the surface, when suddenly cracks spread across the surface like fractured glass and I was about to become more acquainted with this medium than I originally planned. I had one of those Wiley Coyote moments like when he runs over the cliff's edge, only to be found pedalling in mid-air. Just for a split second gravity didn't grab me and then all at once the icey water and me, became intimate. I managed to extricate myself after immersing only one leg and fortunately I was wearing two pairs of trousers for warmth and had some spare socks, so pretty quickly I was dry again. I smirked to myself at being such a fool but soon found that the broken ice was fantastically clear and square edged so my foolishness had served a purpose and revealed to me the beauty of this ice.
I took a section and rounded the edges before trying to melt my hand print into it. I could only manage a little at a time before I had to rewarm my hand, so I challenged myself to count to fifty before I would put on a glove to warm up, only to try and melt some more for another count to fifty.
As the handprint begun to form I started to think about how I would be able to photograph it. The imprint was like a ghost, difficult to pin down, like a fleeting image in the corner of your eye. I put the ice back in the water but the image disappeared so I went searching for another way.
I found a slab with thick frost on it, so I melted another handprint onto it and placed the ice on top, in an effort to put a black background behind the imprint. This didn't work either. I then picked some holly berries thinking that I would squish them up and fill in the mould but that was also a failure. And then it dawned on me, bubbles underwater are very bright, especially against the dark, peaty water!
I went back to the little pool and to its twin with the unbroken ice. I put my handprint on top of it, face down so that air would be trapped and then started to ladle (I didn't actually use a ladle - who carries around a ladle?!) water from the broken pool onto the ice of the intact one. Soon the effect was working and I had learnt something new about contrast and ice.
After taking some more pictures of it set against the sky, I collected my gear and headed off downhill. The cretins were still shooting at anything that moved and the irritation at the noisy buggers still dwelled in the pit of my stomach.
At the bottom of the hill I sat and watched two Buzzards sitting in adjacent trees, one of which kept calling and flying to the other one, perhaps with spring on her mind. For a few minutes I watched transfixed and thought what magnificent creatures they are. As I set off again towards home I noticed that the feeling in my stomach had gone and a few quiet moments observing the wonder of nature had calmed and comforted me. That is all that is required for peace. An open mind and a moment to fill it. Perhaps the Saturday shotgunners should try it one day. They might actually like it and discover that there is another way.
"Learning should be a joy
and full of excitement.
It is life's greatest adventure;
it is an illustrated excursion into the minds of noble and learned men."
Taylor Caldwell, 1900-1985
American Writer
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This weeks blog post features images and stories about my beloved burrowing owls ... that I miss dearly. While we have burrowing owls as well in western Colorado, they're not full-time residents and are not as social as what I'm used to in Florida... from what I'm told. Check out the blog if you like and feel free to let me know what you think. :-)
This particular young one is not flying yet, but it certainly has learned that it has wings ... as it runs about with them outstretched and beginning to learn how to navigate with them. These owls have a keen curiosity about their life as they grow up. So much so, I believe that you can see it in their eyes! An endless source of entertainment they provide, I can't wait to fly back "home" to spend some time with them.
Thanks for stopping by to view.
© 2017 Debbie Tubridy / TNWA Photography
I am learning Portuguese recently. I have found Portuguese is really an excellent and wonderful language!
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
a flight of fancy on a wind swept field
standing alone my sense reeled
a fatal attraction holding me fast, how
can I escape this irresistable grasp?
can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, I tought I thought of everything
no navigator to guide my way home
unladened, empty and turned to stone
a soul in tension that's learning to fly
condition grounded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the -circling- skies
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
across the clouds I see my shadow fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
gould blow this soul right through the roof of the night
there's no sensation to compare with this
suspended animation, a state of bliss
can't keep my mind from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
[Soundtrack: Pink Floyd - Learning to fly]
One of the very rare occasions I will take centre stage in one of my pics ;-) Special thanks to my brother for hanging out in the freezing cold for a few hours and light-painting me with my fave colour... or is it?
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When we succeed in learning something we feel better, more confident in ourselves and our ability to tackle all sorts of new tasks.
Knowledge is power. ...
One of the most crucial reasons to learn something new is that you gain brain power when you do. You will improve your mental health.
Apples are extremely rich in important antioxidants, flavanoids, phytonutrients and dietary fiber. which may help reduce the risk of developing cancer, hypertension, diabetes, and heart disease. Apples also boost the brain by protecting against memory loss and lowering the occurrence of strokes.
Here's how your brain and body benefit when you crack open a book.
Reading gives muscle to your memory, gives your workout more staying power, keeps your brain young, can melt away stress, boosts your vocabulary, improves empathy, can encourage life goals.
ODC - Learning Objects
The Rolex Learning Centre ("EPFL Learning Centre") is the campus hub and library for the École polytechnique fédérale de Lausanne (EPFL), in Lausanne, Switzerland. Designed by the winners of 2010 Pritzker Prize, Japanese-duo SANAA, it opened on 22 February 2010.
Kazuyo Sejima and Ryue Nishizawa, partners of the Tokyo-based design firm SANAA, were selected as the lead architects in EPFL's international competition of December 2004. The team was selected among famous architects and even some Pritzker Prize Laureates such as Zaha Hadid, Rem Koolhaas, Diller Scofidio + Renfro, Jean Nouvel, Herzog & de Meuron, Ábalos & Herreros and Xaveer De Geyter.
The construction took place between 2007 and 2009. It cost 110 million Swiss francs and was funded by the Swiss government as well as by private sponsors (Rolex, Logitech, Bouygues Construction, Crédit Suisse, Nestlé, Novartis and SICPA).
The building opened on 22 February 2010 and was inaugurated on 27 May 2010. en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolex_Learning_Center
This is an "Afterglow"- it's the light even after the sunset, but it mostly appears at the other side of sunset
This learning was shared by Allan Barredo
I love taking video and learning how to edit it. This is one i want to come back to and put credits for items for..but i wanna make it snazzy c:
Into the distance a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction is holding me fast how
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Friction lock, set
Mixtures, rich
Propellers, fully forward
Flaps, set, ten degrees
Engine gauges and suction, check
Mixture set to maximum percent, recheck
Flight instruments
Altimeters, check both
(Garbled word) - on
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure
Hello again, this is now 129.4
129.4, it's to go
You may commence your takeoff, winds over ten knots
Three-ieght-echo
Easy on the brakes, take it easy, its gonna roll this time
Just hand the power gradually, and it
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
A veces me reencuentro conmigo mismo y solo basta una imagen que me lo recuerde.
Caminé tantas veces por estos espacios abiertos, donde solo la brisa marina y mis pasos solían dar curso a mis pensamientos.
Ahora cuando miro me doy cuenta de cuanto me faltaba entonces y cuánto me falta ahora, logré tantas cosas que soñaba, sin embargo deje otras realizadas en el camino.
Observando a este padre, con su hijo en el muro de esta tan transitada vía, contemplando como la vida transcurre tranquila y sin prisas en medio de una tarde de Octubre, me siento con ganas nuevamente de tomar por asalto el mundo y mirar como este niño con ojos grandes las pasiones del futuro.
Sometimes I come back to myself and a picture it is enough to remind it.
I walked so many times by these open spaces, where only the sea breeze and my steps used to follow up my thoughts.
Now when I look I realize how much I was missing then and how much I need now, I got so many things I dreamed, however let others made along the way.
Watching this father with his son on the wall of this very busy road, watching as life goes quiet and unhurried in the middle of an October afternoon, I feel like again to take by assault the world and look like this child passions with big eyes the future
I like scenes like this . . . the parents or elders teaching and passing down the cultural traditions. We need more of that.
Learning about Layers - A little inside joke for those who use Photoshop and also happen to be rock collectors who enjoy seeing geological features and mining. Morenci Mine at Lookout Point near Clifton, Arizona.
Marmalade fly (hoverfly) Episyrphus balteatus taken in my garden in Wigan, Lancs. One of two photos taken from a burst of continuous shots taken in my garden in Wigan, Lancs just as it started to conduct, I mean clean itself!
Learning To Fly
Tom Petty
Well I started out down a dirty road
Started out all alone
And the sun went down as I crossed the hill
And the town lit up, the world got still
I'm learning to fly, but I ain't got wings
Coming down is the hardest thing
Myself and my mate Ian have been waiting for fog for some time now at Chipping Norton. Missed it yesterday because it wasn't forecast, but nabbed it this morning! YAY!!! This is a 7 shot Panoramic.More shots to come from this morning later. Hope you like "Learning To Fly". Mike
I was cutting my lawn this afternoon and noticed a rather large commotion going on in the corner of my yard. Junior was learning to fly with the assistance of at least two adult females and one adult male cardinal. They were very enthusiastic about the process. I turned off the mower and ran inside for my camera - how sweet is that little bird face?!