Art of Fragments
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Макро с объективом Schneider Kreuznach Componon-S 50mm F/2.8 в прямом положении с геликоидом. Диафрагма f\11, стэкинг 9 кадров, HDR
The shell of the common Garden snail, Cornu aspersum, contains pigment-containing cells known as chromatophores. A physiological colour change can be initiated in these cells to allow the animal to change its colour to match its surroundings and so provide protective camouflage. The mechanism is similar to that found in cephalopods such as cuttlefish and octopus, although the snail is much slower to produce the colour change than these other molluscs.
For Looking Close on Friday theme 'Orange'.
Sorry, I wanted to post this on April 1 but that would have missed the theme.
No snails were harmed in the making of this photograph.
We had a shooting assignment in my camera club to do a photo series, with some limits. The required limit was using the same focal length in all images. The other one I chose was "in camera double exposure."
I have gone through a lot of emotional ups and downs in the past several weeks, and decided to do self portraits to convey my feelings, emotions and vulnerabilities.
So there are six in the series. I used my Lensbaby Velvet 56, and with each double exposure, I also moved while the shutter was open to create more of an abstract effect. I will be posting them, interspersed with my other posts.
#1 in Self Portrait series
Thanks to skagitrenee for the source image which you can see in the first comment box below or here: flic.kr/p/Ksq3qq
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission. From THE Book That Dreams.
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Sundance will typically start his marathon nap with all appendages tucked in his bed. However, if one comes near a back paw will pop out and extend apparently an effort to prevent his being disturbed.
Always makes me smile.
Happy Caturday!!
For 3/28/2020 Happy Caturday Group theme "Makes Me Smile".
Wishing wellness to all and continue to be safe.
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The mill and the house were built together. In mudroom, there is a mechanism of mill and fullery.
The mills were equipped by a large overshot wheel, able to move a massive shaft and other gears of the mechanism, including grindstones, by power of rather small stream of water.
Watermill. Mill on the creek. The flow of water turned the millstones. So our grandfathers were grinding grain.
Хата‑млин із села Ломачинці
Сокирянського району Чернівецької області
Млин належав Василю Закуреному, який і збудував його разом із місцевими майстрами 1920 року.
Це тридільна споруда (сіни, хата з невеликою коморою для зберігання зерна, хата). Стіни каркасної конструкції: між слупами (стовпами) закидані дилі (дубові кілки), тиньковані глиною та побілені зовні та зсередини. Стіни сіней виконані з дубових дощок, немащені. По слупах покладено платви (верхню обв’язку стін), на які спираються крокви. Дах чотирисхилий, критий очеретом (первісно – солом’яними парками, тобто снопами, зв’язаними попарно). Призьба складена з каменю‑пісковику. Стеля влаштована із жердин, покладених на бальки (тонші поперечні сволочки), обмащена глиною й побілена. Долівка помащена жовтою глиною з кінським кізяком. Підвід, тобто смуга завширшки 3–4 см, що візуально відділяє долівку від стіни, зроблений розведеною сажею. Для цього в макітрі розтирали макогоном сажу з яйцем, а потім її розводили «кислим борщем» (запареним житнім борошном) і наносили на стіну.
Зовні млина встановлено велике наливне колесо, до якого системою лотків підводиться вода й зовсім малою силою води воно приводиться в рух.
У сінях, на дубовому настилі, розміщені механізми млина. Крім жорен, коша та інших деталей, праворуч від вхідних дверей установлені «фолюші» (дубові ступи) для валяння сукна. Вони приводилися в рух за допомогою спеціальних важелів, установлених на додатковому валу разом із колесом‑шестернею.
У житловій частині млина зроблено глиняну піч із вмурованим казаном для води, яку нагрівали, аби поливати вовняну тканину. Її викладали у фалди (дрібні складки), поливали окропом, клали в дерев’яний жолоб, де його били так звані товкачі. У процесі валяння сукна, що тривав приблизно дві доби, потрібно було слідкувати, щоб воно не збивалося в скрутень. Його декілька разів перебирали, поливали окропом і знову клали в сукновальню.
За сприятливих для роботи умов, коли до млина завжди була черга (або «завізно» – як казали в народі) і він працював цілодобово, господар млина тут також і жив, а його сім’я – у селі Ломачинці.
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Detail altes Uhrwerk einer Turmuhr 19./20. Jahrhundert.
Detail of an old clockwork of a tower clock 19th/20th century.
A male phainopepla spreads its wings to help maintain its balance on a terminal cottonwood branch.
Phainopeplas belong to the mostly tropical/ sub-tropical family of silky flycatchers (Ptilogonatidae), and are the only species of that group to make it into the U.S. Their closest relatives are the waxwings. Despite the common name for their family, phainopeplas mostly eat fruit, and in particular mistletoe berries, and are a common dispersal mechanism for the plant parasite.
Phainopeplas can mimic the calls of other birds, including red-tailed hawks and northern flickers, which they use as distress calls, potentially to confuse predators.
Blessrallen sind die meiste Zeit sehr entspannt unterwegs. Sie können aber auch anders. Besonders in der Paarungszeit kann man sie dabei beobachten, wie sich die Hähne gegenseitig kreuz und quer über den See jagen und mit Krallen und Flügeln bekämpfen. Dieser "Selektionsmechanismus" hat sich in der Evolution anscheinend bewährt, sonst würden sich die Rallen diesen Kraftakt und Energieverbrauch bestimmt sparen.
Tech. Detail: Bei dieser Aufnahme hatte ich wieder mal den 1,4x Konverter im Einsatz. Die Entfernung war grenzwertig, ich hätte vielleicht besser Blende 10 (statt 9) verwenden sollen.
Coots are very relaxed most of the time when moving. But they can also be quite the opposite. Particularly during the mating season, you can observe them chasing each other across the lake, fighting each other with claws and wings. This ‘selection mechanism’ has apparently proved its worth in evolution, otherwise the roosters would certainly save themselves from that waste of energy and probably health.
Tech. Detail: I used the 1.4x converter again for this shot. The distance was at the borderline, maybe I should have used aperture 10 (instead of 9).
The brass wheels inside a Carriage Clock. Photographed through the glass 'walls' of the clock.
The clock itself is a total of around 4.5 inches high. It has so many cogs because it has a chiming mechanism as well as the clock.
I bought this Venus Flytrap from Home Depot thinking I could trap some ants at my house. To my dismay, it didn't do anything to the ants. As you can see, one of the ants has escaped from the leaf trap. I then looked up Wikipedia and found this description of the trap trigger mechanism:
"Two trigger hairs must be touched in succession within 20 seconds of each other or one hair touched twice in rapid succession, whereupon the lobes of the trap will snap shut, typically in about one-tenth of a second."
I am hoping to capture the trap in action. I think I might have to get more ants to it.