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Moonrise at Beachmere one very nice afternoon many moons (ho ho ho) ago.
Added a texture for some fun.
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Beachmere
Beachmere is a suburb north of Brisbane, the state capital of Queensland, Australia. Its Local Government Area is the Moreton Bay Region with a population of 3,597 (2006 census).
The origin of the suburb name is from an early residence by the name of Beachmere meaning a beach upon marshy ground.
Cruising California Highway One can be a bit taxing at times. It's a windy, sometimes foggy, curvy affair that can get you to questioning your motives. But for those who persevere, the rewards are many. The small population center of Stewart's Point is one of those rewards. Located along the Sonoma Coastline, arriving at Stewart's Point is like stepping into a time machine. Except for a still-operating General Store, there is nothing here except for old weathered and abandoned boats and buildings--a lot of them. A real treasure if you ask me.
It was just about high noon when I rolled in. Not a great time for photos. But photography has a special thing about it--a little like sex if you forgive me my crassness--when it's great, it's great. When it's bad, it's still pretty good. Of course that's probably a male point of view and something that usually gets me snarky looks from Marg.
I purchased an excellent meat loaf sandwich from the old store and took a stroll around. I really liked this scene with the old boat and the weathered building set against the backdrop of the ocean. I thought a more painterly look would take advantage of the harsh noon light, which also makes it perfect for Slider's Sunday.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Stewart's Point, CA
Interviewed recently for the International Schools podcast, I enjoyed a wide-ranging conversation with my friend and fellow educational technology leader John Mikton. You can listen to the podcast here.
You will find my Web site devoted to questions and questioning at questioning.org
"The mind is the voyager of journeys, the center of questioning, the conjurer of fear, the seed of desire, the door of compassion, the creator of joy." - Larry Kirkland, Sculptor.
This is the CROET (Center for Research on Occupational and Environmental Toxicology) sculpture located on the campus of OHSU. Created out of marble by artist Larry Kirkland in 1993, it rests upon a plinth that depicts "images from throughout the ages and diverse cultures of the world".
Half Head, as it's often referred to, sits in a square surrounded by research buildings. The staff within these buildings work on very left brain ideas that stem from logic, critical thinking, numbers, and reasoning.....yet Vita Mensae is only a right brained. Is he meant to create balance, or maybe he represents the gathering of people and creative ideas in the square?
Here, his bald head has been dusted with snow and he is probably thinking, "Damn it's cold out. Can somebody grab me a hat?"
Image with my Hasselbald 500cm.
BREAKING NEWS..........AndWhyNot and LED Eddie held for questioning.
The gruesome twosome are detained by the all-seeing Orbmeister General at a murder scene of an unknown Light Artist in an underpass somewhere under the A3 in the south of England. Foul play is definitely suspected and statements will be issued by their respective solicitors in due course.
The pair were said to be have been highly intoxicated on PURE UNCUT SUGAR after consuming large quantities of yum yums, custard doughnuts, apple pies and English breakfast tea before going totally berserk.
Lots of work @ f5.6 ISO 200 11mm trying to get the shot in between the waves of fog that intermittently rolled in and out of the tunnel.
Another long overdue and high quality meet up with the infamous Andrew Whyte.
A great night out with great company and some lovely pastries and fine tea.
Color's Gels on flashguns.
Questioning the believings, or the believers.
There is so many cross around my region, some of them are beautifull, some are ugly as hell.
But nobody seem to realise their presence. I don't know if it's good or bad, i don't care... but this period is a corner, the loosing of kind of faith, and in oppostion the radicalisation of others.
All of these, are artificials, the cross, the myth, are only some creations of the humans themselves.
What is the purpose, and why are they turning back on their own creation ?
I don't have the answers, i'm only questioning.
So much to learn and discover... My Grandson
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” – Albert Einstein
A favorite line of mine from the song "Clear" by twenty one pilots.
Taken in a parking lot behind an old mall.
“He viewed us, as we passed him by,
With calm and yet with questioning eye...
- Edward Robeson Taylor -
Fogg Dam Conservation Reserve, Middle Point, Northern Territory, Australia.
The Fogg Dam Conservation Reserve is a wetland area approximately 70 km (43 mi) east of Darwin in the Northern Territory of Australia. It lies within the Adelaide and Mary River Floodplains, which is an Important Bird Area.
It attracts a wide range of local and migratory water birds and other wildlife including one of the largest populations of snakes within Australia (including the Water Python and Death Adder), and includes several raised observation platforms.
Saltwater Crocodiles (Crocodylus porosus) and Freshwater Crocodiles (Crocodylus johnstoni) can be seen at Fogg Dam all year around. Fogg Dam is open 24/7/365.
A common occurence when out shooting in Cardiff. The Police questioning Ian. Martin and I try to keep away from him to avoid being drawn in.
What you can't see from this angle is the Taser at the ready in the Policeman's left hand.
Your views and comments are much appreciated.
SCOUT: “Oh look Paddy! This poor dahlia must be cold!”
PADDY: “Cold?” *Looks questioningly at Scout.* “What do you mean the flower is cold, Scout? How can you tell?”
SCOUT: “Well just look Paddy! The poor flower is trembling.” *Points to quivering red dahlia.*
PADDY: *Looks at quivering dahlia.* “Goodness, Scout! Yes, it is trembling very much indeed.”
SCOUT: “Poor flower. I’m going to ask it if I can do anything to warm it up.” *walks closer to trembling dahlia.*
PADDY: *Looks closer.* “Scout. Scout.” *Whispers.* “Scout.”
SCOUT: “What is it, Paddy? Why are you whispering?”
PADDY: “Scout, I don’t think you should go any closer to the dahlia.”
SCOUT: “Why not, Paddy?”
PADDY: “Well, I don’t think it is the dahlia trembling, Scout. I think it is someone hiding behind the dahlia that is trembling.”
SCOUT: “Oh Paddy! If it is someone behind the dahlia trembling, we must find out if they are alright!” *Walks closer to trembling dahlia.* “I am a tenacious bear. I’m going to find out. Who is hiding there, please?”
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Freddy Fox is made by Merrythought in England. I bought him, of all places, from a men’s accessory shop in Melbourne’s Block Arcade, called Mr. Wares. Freddy Fox is made of English Mohair with felt paws and glass bead eyes. He has so much charm and charisma that already he is winning hearts with anyone whom he meets, and he is kind and sweet, which makes him an ideal member of our family.
The Forest Glade Gardens are well established European inspired landscaped gardens of six hectares that are to be found on the Mount Macedon Road in the hill station town of Mount Macedon.
The Forest Glade Gardens are just shy of one hundred years old. The gardens were originally two adjoining properties that comprised orchards and lush grazing paddocks. In 1941 local family the Newtons purchased and extended the property and set about creating one of Mount Macedon's most stunning gardens.
In 1971 the Forest Glade Gardens were acquired by Melbourne property developer Mr. Cyril Stokes who together with his partner Trevor Neil Bell, developed the gardens even further. Cyril was a great collector of European antiques, and his love of European antiquity is reflected in the gardens, particularly in the many classical marble and bronze statues dotted about the grounds.
Unfortunately the Forest Glade Gardens were partly destroyed by the tragic Ash Wednesday bushfires of 1983. However, after many years of hard labour put in by Cyril and Trevor, The Forest Glade Gardens were reborn from the ashes. The gardens are built on a sloping block and consist of a range of terraces all of which offer wonderful vistas. A garden designed to give pleasure all year round, the Forest Glad Gardens contain several heritage listed trees and are made up of smaller themed gardens including; the Italian Garden, the Japanese Garden, the Daffodil Meadow, the Peony Walk, Hydrangea Hill, the Topiary Gardens, the Bluebell Meadow, the Fern Gully and the Laburnum Arch.
In 2011 the property was gifted to a registered charity - The Stokes Collection Limited - with the intention of keeping the Forest Glade Gardens maintained and open to the public.
The Mount Macedon township is located east of the Mount Macedon summit, which is approximately 60 km north-west of Melbourne.
The name of Mount Macedon is apparently derived from Philip II, who ruled Macedon between 359 and 336BC. The mountain was named by Thomas Mitchell, the New South Wales Surveyor General.
Settled in the 1850s by gold miners and timber cutters, the railway arrived at the Mount Macedon township in 1861, providing a vital connection to Melbourne, and sealing the town's future as a 'hill station' resort for wealthy Melburnians escaping the summer heat in the 1870s. With the land deforested, large blocks were sold and beautiful and extensive gardens were planted around the newly built homes. The rich soil and good rainfall also made the area suitable for large orchards and plant nurseries who could send fruit and flowers back to Melbourne. Newspaper owner, David Syme, built a house, "Rosenheim" in 1869. It was acquired in 1886 for Victorian Governors to use as a country retreat, making Mount Macedon an attractive destination for the well heeled of Melbourne society. A primary school was built in Mount Macedon in 1874, and as the decades progressed, hotels, guest houses, shops, a Presbyterian Church and Church of England were built. In 1983, Mount Macedon was devastated by the Ash Wednesday Bush Fires. A large portion of the town was raised, and a number of lives were lost. However, like a phoenix from the ashes, Mount Macedon has risen and rebuilt. Today it is still a popular holiday destination, particularly during spring time when the well established gardens flourish with flowers and in autumn when the exotic trees explode in a riot of reds and yellows.
A return to my more usual output. I've been questioning why seascapes have obsessed me over the past eighteen months. Is it the challenge of finding new locations? Is it the added factor of having to predict how the tides will affect the scene? Is it the lure of the sea? Or is it that the coast of Clare is within striking distance of home and I can set out in time to be there for sunset if the weather looks promising? I still haven't found the answer. Perhaps it is a combination of all these things.
This is a fifty second exposure using a 10 stop filter, with a three stop reverse GND on the sky. It is also the product of persistence. This was my second successive evening at this location. The first evening had great clouds, but I was twice frustrated by showers. Using the ten stop filter is slow. You have to set up the tripod, compose the shot and then screw in the ten stop filter. Then you have to experiment with the grad filter to line it up just right with the horizon. The live view function helps by showing the image on the rear screen. Then, just when you are ready, the showers come and spatter the filters with raindrops. Twice I had to dry everything off and put the gear away.
I knew that the tide would still be suitable the following evening, so I went back and got this shot. I could have wished for more clouds, but I liked the light on the rocks. It's a three hour round trip each time to get here and home, but I thought it was worth it. I have been feeling a bit down and reluctant to go out with my camera over the past few months, so it was good to get back in the saddle.
Young child seemingly questioning the person who has asked her to come down. Bacolod City, Philippines.
MASQUERADE: DISCOVER YOUR OTHER.
Young people from GYRO have responded to the Keith Haring exhibition through interactive workshops.
The work presented in Tate Exchange explores the various ways that young LGBTQ+ people express themselves. The young people wanted to share that their LGBTQ+ identities are very important to them and that they do not exist in isolation from the rest of their identity.
Visitors to Tate Exchange will be encouraged to explore their own identities through a series of activities.
Tate Exchange Liverpool
Royal Albert Dock Liverpool
Liverpool L3 4BB
4–10 November 2019
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Interesting images, but I didn't know what LGBTQ+ stood for.
So "Google" provided the answer:
People often use LGBTQ+ to mean all of the communities included in the “LGBTTTQQIAA”:
Lesbian
Gay
Bisexual
Transgender
Transsexual
2/Two-Spirit
Queer
Questioning
Intersex
Asexual
Ally
+ Pansexual
+ Agender
+ Gender Queer
+ Bigender
+ Gender Variant
+ Pangender
LGBTQ is the more commonly used term in the community; possibly because it is more user friendly --------------- your not joking there.
----------- And I thought we were all just people, turns out to be a whole lot more complicated.
I wonder why people want to be classified at all? What's wrong with just being you ?
Well I guess that these days everybody has a right to be whatever they want to be; but I can see it creating all sorts of problems that we as a society may not want to face.
Sometimes the question isn't always clear. Just keep searching and asking... never stop questioning everything!
Today, it's the big questioning to myself!
I have to move my ass to find a true work...
If I make nothing I am going to lose everything. My work, my friends, my wife and especially the envy to live...
Dante, now, your fate is between your hands and see to it to lose nothing and to win everything.
My LooLoote i will to find it !!
Explorer Jan 5, 2009 #64
from my interview on the faith site .....check it out!
kyle husdon frontside wallride in Birmingham, Alabama
little miss serious... always questioning, everything. what is this? why is it falling from the sky? why is it touching me? what does it smell like? who made this happen? who must we contact to get it turned off???
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning."
Albert Einstein
"Apprendre d'hier, vivre pour aujourd'hui et espérer pour demain. La chose importante est de ne pas cesser de s'interroger."
"Cannot find the words to use
The thoughts that I would write
Over-analyzing how the leaves eclipse the light
Constantly find meaning
And naivety inside
Lost within my wonder
As the day turns into night"
Anyone care to guess why?
While meandering through Pioneer Courthouse Square I noticed a security guard having a conversation on his radio. He looked serious and after spotting my camera I was approached. Pointing to a certain man carrying a backpack he asked; “Will you take some pictures of that man?” Without hesitating I began photographing the man from a distance but I asked the security guard the reason for his unusual request, also. “Because he has a gun and we might need pictures for evidence”, he replied. I was instantly gripped with an uneasy feeling of what have I gotten myself into. All I could think of were the tragic events of the past several weeks. My heart was off to the races.
The man began roaming the streets and so the security guard and I followed. He seemed perfectly harmless and at ease while taking pictures of the surroundings with his cell phone. He wasn’t trying to hide anything as the gun was not concealed but out in the open. By the time we had gone one full city block, though, the man was cautiously swarmed by Portland’s finest. There was no attempt to run and no arguing or shouting. He was briefly handcuffed as they searched his backpack and viewed the material on his cell phone. When the questioning process was complete the cuffs were removed. Obviously he had a legal permit and posed no public threat.
Less than 6 months ago no one would have noticed he was packing heat. Now everyone freaks out over the very utterance of the word “gun”. In a perfect world sales of firearms would be non-existent and the general public would be freed from the task of “staying vigilant” when going shopping or to a movie theater. Unfortunately our world is far from perfect so I understand why he was detained for questioning. What if the threat was real? The Police were merely doing their job to serve and protect. On the other hand I don’t blame the man for carrying a weapon for protection, either. Even I considered it and I’ve never owned a gun my entire life. After all, none of us really know when or where the next Sandy Hook Elementary or Clackamas Town Center will occur in our imperfect world, do we?
Btw, I’m not going to purchase a gun. Yes, the Clackamas Town Center shooting had my mind indulging in a paranoid-induced feeding frenzy of a plateful of “what-ifs”. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone shopping at that particular mall. But after much soul searching I’ve come to one conclusion: I’d rather take my chances with the what-ifs than live my life in fear.
They're dancing around me,
questioning the same thing
over and over again.
Will I let it go?
I''m not sure enough,
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready to feel the pain,
the consequence of being fallen in love with someone.
I just wish life was like in fairy tales,
where they always end up with happy endings.
I wish my life was a fairy tale.
Lens from a Russian night vision scope (T3C-2), sometimes known as a Helios 100mm f2 or Mini Cyclop. It has no aperture and an incredible field curvature.
My latest video was questioning the importance of the technical side of photography. But I was taking some images as well. Check out the video at youtu.be/NmDkdJbXZAg
The Outsider Orange
A small cluster of oranges and one on its own in a grove in my local village of Las Heredades, Spain
The penchant of questioning everything is a prerequisite for anyone nurtured in the scientific method, as I was. Even St. Paul said "test everything".
And yet, there are times when rational thought is not enough. Sometimes we just have to believe in something enough to allow us to enter through that portal into the unknown land beyond, as these children are about to do.
After all, we read "Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.”.
Rational? Not hardly. Crucial at times? You bet.
Press L please
So what?
questioning.org/Mar2024/sowhat.html
When Hitler began the invasion of Poland and his march through Europe, there were many in the USA and Britain who asked, "So what? What does this have to do with me?"
Some of these same people ended up dying when German bombs fell upon London or when they joined the army to storm the beaches of Normandy a few years later. Much of the world came to understand the threat posed by Hitler, his allies and his manic drive to enlist, capture or subjugate all of his neighbors.
Sadly, it took the bombing of Pearl Harbor to convince some that what happened to Poland might happen to the USA.
The cost of appeasement was immense.
When some people say "So what?" it is more of a statement than a question, an act of defiance, of disregard. They are showing disinterest and rejecting any need to explore or understand.
Many years later we see history repeating itself, as many act as if the death of Alexei Navalny has little to do with them and ask "So what?" They watch Putin's cruel and criminal invasion of the Ukraine and shrug it off. "So what? What does this have to do with me?"
Continued at questioning.org/Mar2024/sowhat.html