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The Outdoors Have a Good Connection for Travel
Sometimes I just need to walk outside and feel a breeze blowing across the skin on my forearm
I am blessed to hear the morning chorus of song birds and their songs
I look up and see the streaks of light come across the skies, adding highlights to clouds passing by
It's then I find I've walked a few miles, lost in random thought...but now I have a smile.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one late mooning while walking along the shores and dock area of Wonder Lake in Denali National Park & Preserve. The image view captured is one looking to the south across the waters of Wonder Lake to the snowcapped peaks of Denali and the Alaska Range. My thinking was to angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward, bringing out more of a sweeping view across this national park setting but also to minimize any flattening that tends to happen with wider angle views., The peaks of Denali would therefore rise high above in both the image and imagination. I did some initial post-processing work making adjustments to contrast, brightness and saturation while playing around as I learned how to work with DxO PhotoLab 3 that I’d recently purchased after moving away from Capture NX2.
With My Compass
Finding my way...
Even if north and south or even east or west was changed,
A person needs to find their way to the special places
Share them with others in images or stories
And celebrate the time spent.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one early morning while walking around the Visitor Center parking area in Devils Tower National Monument. With this image, I set up my Nikon SLR camera on a tripod along with a CamRanger hooked into my iPhone. I could then use that to focus and compose the image captured. Metering was a little tougher as the bright sunlight in the clouds above brought out a much higher dynamic range than I'd anticipated. I later remembered how the new version of Aurora HDR Pro worked with NEF/RAW images. I used that to bring out a single image HDR that I could then export to Capture NX2 for work as a final image.
SULLIVAN BALLOU'S LETTER
Love of country is not unique to Americans, but in a democracy, sending citizens to war requires far more than a dictator's fiat. In 1861, men on both sides of the conflict were willing to lay down their lives for what they believed to be right. Southerners fought for states' rights and a society built upon human slavery, which many considered the natural order of the universe. When the war started, few volunteers in the northern army marched off to end slavery, but many were ready to fight and die to preserve the Union.
One such soldier was Major Sullivan Ballou of the Second Regiment, Rhode Island Volunteers. Then thirty-two years old, Ballou had overcome his family's poverty to start a promising career as a lawyer. He and his wife Sarah wanted to build a better life for their two boys, Edgar and Willie. An ardent Republican and a devoted supporter of Abraham Lincoln, Ballou had volunteered in the spring of 1861, and on June 19 he and his men had left Providence for Washington, D.C.
This photo represents an excerpt from the letter to his wife from a camp just outside the nation's capital, and it is at once a passionate love letter as well as a profound meditation on the meaning of the Union. It caught national importance 129 years after he wrote it, when it was read on the widely watched television series, "The Civil War," produced by Ken Burns. The beauty of the language as well as the passion of the sentiments touched the popular imagination, and brought home to Americans once again what defense of democracy entailed.
Ballou wrote the letter July 14, while awaiting orders that would take him to Manassas, where he and twenty-seven of his men would die one week later at the Battle of Bull Run.
Pain or something like it, all the memories just as well forgotten...nothing matters because it's the time of year when the sun's down before we're fully awake, when the full moon hardly shows from behind the stars and the only thoughts worth having are thoughts that come just before sleep, making the pillow their grave and inviting dreams instead. We collect these dreams like dying stalks of wildflowers, brittle, lost, then gone forever.
I Said to the Mountains Do Not Rise Above Me
I said the forest do not grow around me
I said the wind do not blow against me
I had to change my attitude of control
It was then I saw how it was all good and let it be.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one afternoon while looking to some nearby peaks along Utah State Route 92 in the Timpanogos Cave National Monument. Composing this image was a matter of finding that right angle to sweep across the nearby landscape with the trees while including the jagged peaks above. I then found a mean spot to better off the nearby hillside caught in the afternoon light. I later used some CEP filters (Low Key, Polarization and Graduated Neutral Density) which seemed to best bring out this look even with the bright sunlight from the early afternoon.
•MORNING COFFEE•
A PROSE POEM - pjj
SITTING
SILENTLY
SIPPING
COFFEE.
CONTEMPLATING
CATASTROPHES
AS TWO, THEN THREE
YET MORE MEMORIES
MOMENTS
PAST
PRESENCE
PRESENTED
IN NO SEQUENCE
SCHEDULED
THOUGHTS
FEARS
PHOBIAS FLOODING
FILLING
FRANTIC
FANTASTICALLY
FRACTIOUS;
FLIGHT FROM 🔳FOR FREEDOM
Prose by: jeffrey conyers
Come here.
Don't ask why?
Tell me what you see?
When you look me in the eyes.
Okay.
I accept your jokes.
Cause it's soughta strange.
But look me in the eyes.
And tell me what you see?
Blogging
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Six different kinds of eyes in the pack
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Thank you to my Kalthanis for helping me with the dreaded hair. It's a lot like me and any beach I've ever tried to perfect in SL. It takes a gentle hand, one you prove to have time and time again.
Happy New 1000 Light Years — IMRAN®
Every day, NASA and great scientists make us realize two things — the very dichotomies that we ourselves are the evidence of.
The data about the sizes and distances of these discoveries highlight how insignificant we are in the grand scale of things. (This photo is from an incredible but barely understood system “merely” 1000 light years away.)
Seeing how even the known Universe has absolutely zero need for any life to exist — much less for us humans to go about acting like masters of our domain — makes one pause. And that realization then also makes one gasp in amazement at how incredible our very existence is in the grand scheme of things.
We are, at once, infinitesimally small and infinitely privileged — a fleeting spark in a cosmos that neither notices nor requires us, yet somehow conscious enough to wonder, question, create, and seek meaning in the void. That paradox alone is a miracle worth honoring.
May we learn more about the Creator before it’s time to meet our Maker. May we make wiser use of the time we’re given, and create moments, memories, and meaning worthy of the gift of existence. Let’s make the best creative use of time and life.
Happy New 1000 Light Years.
© 2025 IMRAN®
My Spirit Is Never Broken
But there are scars present in life
I've seen things with my eye
Walked, driven, flown, and rode
Experienced a journey, but never arrived
Finding the peaks filled adventure
But taking joy in the valleys in between
The extraordinary does not disappoint
But life is more than a park
There is trudging through life
As this is my home
I will immerse myself and discover
To recreate and explore
Year around but never forgetting now
A strong nod to the past but welcoming what comes next
Off I go...or rather continue.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one morning at an Airbnb location I stayed with a friend in the Weaverville area just outside of Asheville, NC. The view is looking to the southeast to ridges and peaks of the nearby Central Blue Ridge Ranges and Great Craggy Mountains that I had a chance to take in. In composing this image, I chose to zoom in to one section to my front. What I loved about the setting was the way the sunlight added a texture to the trees and mountainside with the light and haze, while other parts remained in shadows.
I later worked with control points in DxO PhotoLab 7 and then made some adjustments to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted for the final image.
Words are written by me on paper from the book "The True and The Questions" by Sabrina Ward Harrison.
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