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against the onslaught of the North Sea. Over time the persistence of the sea won out. On this day, the seas were not strong but kept battering the shoreline in a steady rhythm. Over time, even the pilings will be gone. The mood of the skies matched the mood of the sea. There was a feeling of quiet power in both. I chose a perspective where the line of piling lead out to sea matching the lines of the clouds that both pointed towards the sun all but hidden by the clouds.
Rounding the curves south of Koringberg on 17 June 2002 with 15F no 2916. The last in a series of very decent runpasts in constantly changing misty conditions courtesy of a Dave Rodgers chartered tour train.
Western Cape, South Africa
Anger, he smiles in shiny metallic armor.
~ J. Hendrix
All I am surrounded by is fear ... and dead men.
~ Darth Vader
You know, Sometimes I amaze even myself.
~ Han Solo
Window Display at Best of Times. West 7th Street, St. Paul Minnesota.
‘Get up the wall son’ I can hear the Robin say ( expletives deleted ).
I hope you have enjoyed this interlude in the coronavirus pandemic. We all need a distraction. This one is somewhat less destructive than those that thousands have opted for.
So watch this space, I don’t know what my next fixation will be.......that is the attraction of anticipation. David H.
Some persistence paid off, and I went back again today. Light was good but the bird stayed distant, but this one looked sort of alright.
Of Course This Is Better on Black | Full Stream on Black
It seems that no matter how far I run, he's never far behind...
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Window light only. In the morning before breakfast.
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There are rooms I'll be the last to enter – what a curious feeling that is. In a house completely hidden from sight, up a staircase so rotten it's barely standing, to a bedroom caving in on itself. Here on a mouldy mattress lie two pillows, settled exactly as they were left the last time someone laid here. Given unspoken weight and grand persistence, the half-life of human memory reaching closure. We all want to be remembered, but I find myself wondering why I've always wanted it more than most. From the earliest moment I pointed a camera at something, and decided to take it home with me, I've been aware of just how rare that is. If you've ever sifted through a stack of prints in a thrift store, you've been in touch with the notion of separation. Everything is gone but the memory itself, no way to connect with its creator. Like the opposite of dementia patient, who has life without memory, those photos have memory without life. If I manage to make mine linger together, I've lived up to my greatest hopes.
August 24, 2022
Queens County, Nova Scotia
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This is the third time in the last few days that we've found a fully built nest on one of the van tires. With all of the perfectly nice trees & bushes to build a nest in, we're wondering what this bird is thinking!
A mural, in an alley just off Ave. du Parc, Montreal. I guess the melting watch is a reference to `the persistence of memory` by Dali?
Persistence pays off! I stood under some trees for my entire lunch hour today, trying to get a leaf in mid-fall. It took probably a hundred shots to get this one
Actually taken at Radnor Lake, but I have lots of other shots to share this Saturday so I wanted to go ahead and post this one now!
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When being inspired, thoughts slowly start forming in mind. While some of them merge, others are quickly discarded. Though at this point, everything is still open, over time, a few become real convincing options that seem worth being put into practice.
Full of motivation, it is easy to plunge into an adventure quickly. But a rapid, rough landing frequently follows a too fast run-up. In many cases, its impact is too strong, and as a result, frustration rises. Regularly, this leads to the discarding of sparkling ideas.
If counting on persistence rather than pace, it is likely to gain more. There is more time to make mistakes, learn and develop. Yet, being tenacious appears harder than achieving the actual goal itself in many cases because too often, we stand in our own way.
We have had some storms and rain recently resulting in flooding in our parks. The sand bars are fortunately not eroding much.
Onion on the windowsill, Tintype.
(Wet Plate Collodion on aluminum)
Photographed under natural light using the Lerebours et Secretan 15" lens on the 8X10 Deardorff. Shot wide open (f5), exposure was 110 seconds.
Common mullein or great mullein (Verbascum thapsus), with a velvet leaf, thrives on disturbed soils, or even cracks in asphalt driveways.
"Persistence Pays Off"
10/8/2019
This was the only sunset where the skies decided to cooperate during my trip to Acadia National Park last week. I took this after sunset and there was no color until several minutes after the sun had officially set. A lot of people had left thinking the sky wasn't going to be pretty, but I know better when I see high clouds like this that it's worth sticking around for a little bit.
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I'm going to get that nut if it kills me!! Determined Great Tit on the peanut feeder - Bartley Green Birmingham UK 21st December 2019.
The interval between persistence and possibility is itself spatial. It is a living, ecologically driven attentiveness to situatedness~~to the instances, encounters and material relations that remain~in~play. Here, persistence does not signify stasis, nor does possibility belong to an abstract future. Both are active within the situated encounter: the ceramic body persists, yet continually enters relations through which its propositions may become otherwise.
Attentiveness is the capacity to sense and respond to these changing conditions. It is an attentiveness to the forces through which bodies inhabit, affect and are affected by their surroundings; to the atmospheric and material exchanges through which a spatial proposition acquires its particular instance of existence. Each instance is situated, but never entirely self-contained. It carries traces of previous encounters while opening onto relations not yet realised.
The spatial therefore emerges within this interval~~a living middle in which persistence and possibility remain entangled. What has become materially present is not closed upon itself; what remains possible is not detached from the material conditions through which it might emerge. Both remain active, held in a dynamic ecology of correspondence.
The proposition becomes available~~withdrawn: present enough to encounter, open enough to be furthered. Its futurity resides in this unresolved condition, in the capacity of situated instances to remain~in~play.
Perhaps this is the ecological force of your spatial triad: not the organisation of three distinct principles, but their continuing correspondence within a living middle.
Attentiveness senses the relations. The ceramic body persists through them. Force~~form carries their propositions towards what has not yet happened.
This weed started growing from a small patch of moss on an ornamental boulder. The root then found its way down the boulder into the ground. I haven’t had the heart to pull it - yet.
And, she did. Chuck thought he had moved the blind cord out of reach. That changed when our newly adopted cat, Molly, received an early Christmas present of cat furniture. Santa Maria, CA.
The blossoms on this star magnolia tree have been bitten by frost, yet they continue to declare that spring is here!
"A consistent and determined effort can overcome all resistance - like water flowing over rocks." -Unknown