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Oh, the pathos... But I'm glad Jonesy is well secured, as I wouldn't want her landing on my head.
2009 Nov Minolta 057
“Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.”
- Henry Van Dyke
somewhere near twin falls. second try at looking for a place to swim. the water was raging fast here as well.
huelo, haiku, maui, hawaii
Wow, a leaf.
I've taken a picture of a leaf, and now the whole world can look at at.
Seemed amazing once. Still is, I suppose.
Pathos in a Purse...
Published Academic Emergency Medicine September 2006
From my eleven years teaching emergency medicine in an inner-city trauma center.
Location, aggravation, return it, take it back, wooa woo, transactions complete, destination okay, on your feet, wooa woo
Thomson Airways Boeing 737 8K5 G-FZDE accelerates towards the end of the runway at Birmingham Airport with the ill-fated 14:05 ZB946 to Pathos.
I don't do a lot of street photography. Often, the people, places and things — the streetscape — ask the questions and tell the stories which we can't; or never knew.
Here on Commercial Street, a unimaginative name but to the point, like Shetlanders, I was stopped short by this scene.
It could be forensically dissected and analysed, hypothesised about, inferences drawn; conclusions accompanied with an exaggerated leaping. Velocity, vectors and trajectories; all science and no art — inhumane, dehumanised.
Instead I'll let the scene describe itself while I ponder whether I have a future in street photography; or not.
Hatchment - Richard Paul Jodrell 1831 who married Virtue www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13008337253/ daughter of Edward Hase www.flickr.com/photos/52219527@N00/13008336813/
Quarterly, 1st, Jodrell, with trefoil argent, 2nd, Or on a fess dancetty between 3 billets azure each charged with a lion rampant or 3 bezants (Rolle), 3rd, Sheldon, 4th, Quarterly i. and iv., Quarterly 1. and 4., per bend dancetty argent and sable, 2. and 3., azure a fleur-de-lys or (Warner), ii. and iii., Vert a cross engrailed argent (Whetenhall) In pretence: Quarterly, 1st, Hase, 2nd, Repps, 3rd, Or a bend between 3 trefoils slipped azure (Smythe), 4th, Azure 2 weaving combs in fess between 2 halves of a broken tilting spear or (Lombe)
Crest: A demi-cockatrice wings erect or issuing from a chaplet of roses gules
Motto: Mentem mortalia tangunt
The mottoes of Richard and Virtue form a quotation from Vergil, Aeneid, Book I, 1.461: "There is a pathos in the affairs of men, which moves the heart to tears"
This lovely cat adopted us while we were in Cyprus -- he turned up at the apartment every day and made himself at home.
"The Departure Of The Bride"
Lots of pathos and deep emotions for this very private event which was still held in public as it was in the middle of a bus terminal - a very large, very conservative family, the bride being escorted by her parents and friends, heart breaking farewells before having to follow unsmiling old women in black and some equally severe men as well (I was in the same bus) who left the young woman very isolated and curled up on her seat : she sobbed constantly during the first hour before falling asleep, exhausted by the emotion and lulled by the monotony of the arid landscape and the long journey ahead. No conversation ever took place.
One can often see such tearful farewells in bus stations but this one was a particularly visible affair and lasting for a long time... I was not far, but they were totally unaware of my camera.
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This picture reminded me of the movie “The Blue Lagoon”, except without the ship wreck, and all that weird frolicking around. I was chilling in this lagoon in the North Shore of Oahu and I remember being slightly annoyed that these kids kept floating into my shot. I remembered an old saying that goes something like “What you resist, persists”, so I took a couple of pictures of them playing around, not really expecting anything to come out of it. When I got home and saw this picture on my monitor I realized how lucky I was to have captured that moment.
The sun was low enough to paint the world with a warm yellow hue, the waves were crashing over the lagoon wall creating an effervescent feeling, a small rainbow was pleasantly sitting on the cloud at the top of the frame and the little kids were fixated on some small treasure they had just found. The picture evokes a fleeting sense of innocence that can be attributed only to childhood.
It reminds me of the first few days after my family had immigrated to the States. I was still very young and everything around me was new and held such a sense of wonder. We didn't have much, but then again, I didn't need much. I remember when I found an old lock on the ground on my way back from a park and how that simple little lock held my interest and imagination for weeks. When I think back on my youth it seems to be filled with these simple experiences.