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Shonibare’s The British Library, a colourful work, celebrating and questioning how immigration has contributed to the British culture that we live in today. Shelves of books covered in colourful wax fabric fill the Sunley Gallery, their spines bearing the names of first and second generation immigrants who have enriched British society. From T.S. Eliot and Hans Holbein to Zaha Hadid, The British Library reminds us that the displacement of communities by global war has consequences that inform our lives and attitudes today.
In the middle of the herd, some questioning looks. Clarabelle on the right seem to be leading the pack which probably explains why he was chosen to inherit the tracker. I can hear JoAnne in the distance calling to me - I thought I was pretty well hidden beside a tree still some distance away and which I thought offered me a certain protection as well - but even JoAnne found me. I will have to invest in some camouflage clothing.
picture from: Cox collection
info from: Ships Nostalgia
The fifth ship to be named “Eastgate” built by Turnbull and Scott 1957
Shell 'K' or 'H' type vessel.
turbine product tanker 12166grt
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British tanker ‘Eastgate’ under attack at Vung Ro bay june 6 1968.
story as told by W.T. Alexander
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It promised to be an interesting stay in Vung Ro right from the start.
As we where mooring up to the sea buoys a US Navy destroyer at the entrance to the bay started lobbing 5-inch shells over us and the surrounding hills.
This made us look questioningly at the 2 members of the US Army who where taking samples of our JP4 cargo prior to discharging.
“Don’t you worry non son. There is a bit of battle goin on over them thar hills. But thars 10000 Koreans in them hills and Charlies scared shitless of them Koreans”
He the regaled us with stories of Koreans taking Viet Cong heads and sticking them on poles outside their bases. It all sounded very reassuring.
I was 17 years old and training to be an officer in the British Merchant Marine.
This was my first trip to sea and life was exciting. I’d joined the Eastgate just a couple of weeks before in Hong Kong. From there we had sailed to Singapore to load JP4 and other petroleum products for the United States Military in Vietnam.
Vung Ro was a small port south of Qui Nhon.
There where 4 bouys to berth a tanker a short distance from the shore. The tanker discharged through a submarine pipeline attached to a buoy. This pipeline supplied an airbase inland.
A jetty for cargo ships was just north of the base. These berths where occupied by the “American Scientist” and another US merchant vessel.
The day passed quickly with lots of things happening. A cliff face was blown up by the army engineers. A blast which knocked all of us interested spectators back two paces. Then two Hueys landed on the beach and some very nice looking young ladies stepped out and where escorted into the camp.
Our two resident army radio operators informed us of a strip show at the base that evening and if any of the crew where interested they would whistle up a boat. Well amazingly enough most of the crew where interested. So those who could get the time off duty duly went ashore and where royally treated by our American hosts.
Unfortunately I was not one of the chosen few but you can’t win them all.
I came on watch at midnight to find all was quiet.
Andy, my sidekick, informed me that pumping had been stopped due to a suspected hole in the pipeline and the hole was to be investigated the next morning. Sounded good to me.
0130. I was on the poop on a routine fire watch, looking over towards the base ashore.
A flash and a shower of silver sparks form the middle of the base followed immediately by an explosion, followed by another, and another. I got to thinking that this shouldn’t be happening.
I went back midships to see the 2nd Officer who was also of the opinion that this was not usual. The 2/O hit the alarm bells whilst I went to let the Captain know what was happening.
The Chief Officer started to organize the disconnection of the pipeline and attaching it to the buoy ready for use next time. Andy and I where sent off to make sure the ships blackout was complete whilst the Captain was conferring with the two radio operators as to the next move.
Meanwhile a mortar round exploded close to the bow of the “American Scientist”.
Many of the crew jumped overboard whilst others left the ship on the landward side. They ran along the jetty but 2 shells landed at the shore end of the jetty and they turned and ran back to the ship.
When I got back on deck after checking the blackout I found all the engineers on deck with lifejackets.
I asked the 3rd engineer what was going on and he said the Captain had told them to get ready to abandon ship.
What had happened was that the Captain was a bit unsure of what to do and had asked the American radio operators. The operators had lost touch with the shore and where unhappy about sitting on top of 12.000 tons of JP4 with mortar shells flying around the place. So they had advised getting everyone ashore.
Whilst the Captain considered the Chief Engineer, an old gnarled Scotsman with a limp, stormed up to him and told him in no uncertain terms “Captain you’r not abandoning this fucking ship”.
This had the effect of pulling the Captain out of his uncertainty and ordered the Chief to get the engines ready for leaving.
Our problem was that there was no emergency evacuation plan for leaving the port. We had lost touch with all other units and the local patrol boats where busy picking up the men in the water from the “American Scientist”. Ashore there was nu letup in the assault on the base with the sound of the mortar shells being joined by that of small arms fire.
Finally we where ready for off. We had to let our mooring ropes go from the ship as there where no boats available to let them go from the buoys. This would add to the hazards of leaving because of the risk of the ropes fouling the propeller.
We let go one from each buoy, but then came the next problem. The “American Scientist” had let go her moorings and was manoeuvring to leave the bay. It was far too dangerous to have 2 large vessels manoeuvring in such confined waters at night, blacked out, and in the middle of a battle. So we had to wait.
In the mean time helicopter gunships had arrived and where spraying the hillside above the base with gunfire and rockets. This was hugely spectacular and worth waiting to see.
So we where all stand by waiting to complete unmooring as soon as the “American Scientist” was clear. The only crew members who where not at their stations where our Arab firemen who where under the port lifeboat with packed suitcases. They where eventually driven back down the engine room by the 2nd Engineer.
I was up on the bridge as the order was finally given to let go the remaining mooring lines and leave the bay. A manoeuvre which the Captain did brilliantly, his former nerves now seemingly well settled. Our American radio operators still couldn’t get in touch with the base and where more than a little worried sat on the deck on the bridge wing. Our Captains remark to Dave Piggott the helmsman when we finally cleared the bay was “I don’t know about you Piggot but I think I need a new pair of underpants” Bit of a wag at times our Captain.
And so we spent the night a safe distance offshore to see what the morning would bring.
And the following morning, still no radio contact with the base, so we continued our offshore patrol.
Later in the day we received a message from Shell Tankers that we where to proceed to Qui Nhon to complete the discharge. But then the next problem. Most of our mooring ropes where still attached to the bouys in Vung To Bay and the Captain was loatch to go without them.
So we headed back towards the bay to see if we could get them back. As we approached the bay one of the patrol boats dashed out and a chap with a megaphone demanded to know “what the fuck are you doing here with that ship Captain ?”
The Captain explained that we had been told to go to Qui Nhon but could we have our ropes back first please.
Eventually a party of our crew went into the bay on the patrol boat and towed the mooring ropes out and we said goodbye to our radio men who seemed quite relieved to be off.
From there we sailed to Qui Nhon. Three days later we passed Vung Ro on the way back to Singapore. We could see fighter bombers attacking the hills to the north of the bay. And so it went on.
Postscript
About 8 years later I was on a chemical tanker sailing from Newhaven to Elizabethport. The pilot for Long Island Sound turned out to be the Captain of the other merchant vessel that was berthed alongside the “American Scientist” and a regular runner into Vung Ro.
Het told me that the Koreans had been moved from the hills around Vung Ro but no one had thought to inform the American troops of this fact. They thought they where well protected but where not.
The other thing he told me was that the “American Scientist” had a large quantity of napalm on board hence the crew reaction to the near miss.
W.T. Alexander
Hornsea England
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"Eastgate" sunk 30.3.1973
as a result of a collision when approaching Hong Kong at night.
With the French mv “Circea”.
fire amidships and 3 crewmembers lost their lives.
Total loss and delivered to ship breakers at Kaohsiung 3 months later.
You can walk through life questioning everything or you can walk through life accepting everything.
One will hold you back and the other will help guide you toward your next adventure.
Claimed to be on the prime among the many seven pure wonders of the world, you would simply spend a few days questioning at this magical creation of nature. An area delusion explains that the bay was karst have been created when a dragon descended on the ocean to thwart Chinese language invaders and spat out jade stones and pearls that ultimately grew to become the islands. The phrase “Ha Long” which means “descending dragon” is why it’s referred to as so. The geological purpose of it being created by tens of millions of years of mountain formation, encroaching sea and tectonic plate actions is equally awe inspiring.
The seascape is a set of about 2000 limestone karst of all sizes, shapes and shades of inexperienced jutting out the ocean. It’s a web site that you simply’ll see nowhere else on the earth and the sensation of cruising on Halong Bay cruises, irrespective of if the skies are sunny or overcast, is a rare feeling.
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Like millions of people all over the world, I am watching the horrific events in Ukraine unfold; some in real-time on BBC NEWS 24 rolling news. Children (and some adults) in Mariupol have, and are dying of dehydration. They are surrounded by Russian troops who will not allow them to leave. These people have no food, no water. They risk their lives daily, leaving what little shelter they have, to go find water ….. in puddles, in sewers.
I have to keep reminding myself it’s 2022.
I’m constantly questioning the concept of “humanity”.
I despair but something makes me act. I honestly don’t know what that is.
I made this picture after witnessing the targeted bombing on a theatre in Mariupol where between 500 and 1200 people were sheltering. Two very large signs were painted on the ground outside the theatre. These signs simply read “CHILDREN”. The signs were clearly visible from satellites in space.
They would have been clearly visible from the air; and yet Putin’s troops were ordered to strike these defenceless women and children with WMD’s (WEAPONS of MASS DESTRUCTION).
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Millions of ordinary Ukrainians have lost their loved one’s, their homes, their livelihoods.
Many of these people now have no access to food, clean clothing, warm blankets, shelter, and clean running water.
Please donate if you can, to:
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Thank you for not looking away.
Hypersonic missiles:
A hypersonic missile travels at speeds of Mach 5 and higher – five times faster than the speed of sound (3836 mph), which is around 1 mile per second. Some missiles, such as Russia’s upcoming Kh-47M2 Kinzhal air-launched ballistic missile, are allegedly capable of reaching Mach 10 speeds (7672 mph) and distances up to 1200 miles.
Russia's military has fired a hypersonic ballistic missile and destroyed a big underground arms depot in western Ukraine, the defence ministry in Moscow has said.
If confirmed it would be Russia's first use in this war of the Kinzhal, or Dagger, ballistic missile launched from the air, most likely by a MiG-31 warplane. There is currently no operational or reliable method of intercepting them.
SOURCE : BBC NEWS March 2022
Thermobaric Missiles:
The thermobaric weapon, also known as an aerosol bomb or fuel air explosive, is a two-stage munition.
The first-stage charge distributes an aerosol made up of very fine material – from a carbon-based fuel to tiny metal particles. A second charge ignites that cloud, creating a fireball, a huge shock wave, and a vacuum as it sucks up all surrounding oxygen.
The blast wave can last for significantly longer than a conventional explosive and is capable of vaporising human bodies.
The use of such weapons has yet to be independently confirmed, though footage from Ukraine has shown thermobaric rocket launchers on Russia’s TOS-1 vehicles.
Dr Marcus Hellyer, senior analyst at the Australian Strategic Policy Institute, said while it was not clear if they had been deployed yet by Russia in Ukraine, it was only “a matter of time”.
SOURCE: The Guardian (Highly regarded British Newspaper) March 2022
Chemical and Biological Weapons:
Biological weapons are armed with disease-causing micro-organisms such as viruses, bacteria or other toxins.
They are produced and launched to spread disease and death among people, to target animals and infect livestock and to destroy agriculture, causing food shortages.
The weapons can be delivered by missiles, bombs, hand grenades and rockets, or spray-tanks grafted to aircraft, cars, trucks and boats.
Chemical weapons use toxins or chemical substances that attack the body’s system and are banned by the Chemical Weapons Convention of 1997.
Unlike biological weapons, which could take several days to cause maximum harm to victims by spreading diseases, chemical weapons are designed to cause death or injury more quickly.
They can use choking agents to attack the lungs and respiratory system, causing the victim to drown in their own lungs’ secretions.
Other blistering agents, such as mustard gas, can be used to burn and blind people.
Nerve agents, such as novichok, used by two Russian agents in the 2018 Salisbury attack, or VX, are the most toxic of known chemical warfare agents.
Russia could be planning a chemical or biological weapon attack in Ukraine - and "we should all be on the lookout", the White House has said.
They said they were "very concerned" about the risk the war could escalate, and particularly the possibility of Russia using non-conventional weapons.
This most likely refers to chemical weapons although the term also covers tactical (small-scale) nuclear weapons, biological weapons and dirty bombs.
"We've got good reason to be concerned," said one Western official.
They said this was partly because of what had been seen in other places where Russia has been engaged - notably Syria where chemical weapons were used by its allies.
SOURCE : BBC NEWS March 2022
SAM FENDER - HYPERSONIC MISSILES - PLAY
I posted a male Grey Wagtail recently and this is the female of the pair. Compared to the male ( www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/51052622797/in/dateposted/ ) she has less yellow on the breast and also much less black on the throat. She was perched on a lock gate on the Calder and Hebble Canal near Huddersfield. I even managed a bonus bug flying near her rear. I think this is a Chironomid, or non-biting midge. Grey Wagtails are resident birds (ie they don't migrate) that breed around streams and rivers with a bit of flow. So they tend to be rare in the flat lands where water doesn't flow fast enough. The canal here joins with the River Calder for parts of its length, and it was where a branch peeled off the Calder where I photographed this (in case you are questioning the speed of flow in a canal).
"Nobody is immune to a nationwide evil unless he is unshakably convinced of the danger of his own character being tainted by the same evil."
[Jung]
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. - Albert Einstein
2015 02 19 120552 Cheshire Little Morton Hall
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity."
- Albert Einstein (1875-1955)
Another image to celebrate the anniversary of my "TumbleWorld" project, a technique and view that exploits or revels in an accidental distortion of the iPhone's panoramic camera function.
There are 103 images in my "TumbleWorld" album. 103 images that I've posted to Flickr, with an awful lot more on file, waiting to be finished or tossed in the trash.
There's a lot of improvisation to the pano-sabotage technique, relying a lot on camera angles and movements of the hand. Even if one tries to repeat a shot, it's never quite the same. You can get close but exact replication is well nigh impossible.
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"TumbleWorld", my pet name or personal branding of the technique and aesthetic, started out with architecture as its subject. Large complicated objects seemed to work very well in pano-sabotage, so I went at it with full gusto. To commemorate this anniversary, which really resulted in my reaching what could be called my "Mature Style", I've gone back to architecture.
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The title comes from an old John Wyndham short story of the same name. In it the protagonist begins to question if reality is just a construct of the mind. As he goes along, he becomes increasingly convinced that this is so. At the end he decides NOT to believe what he sees ...... with interesting results. Here I suggest the same kind of questioning, but not of reality itself, but our way of viewing it.
Living in the fastest growing city on the planet, with 60, 70 and 80+ storey condo towers filling in the landscape and devouring neighbourhoods like an architectural cancer and having deeply examined the work of 2-time Noble Prize nominee, Ervin Laszlo, who states clearly that the myth of unlimited, endless growth is a self-deluding dream that will reach its limits soon and collapse, I offer this image.
******* Number 3, in the series of 4 images ( Cycle One ) celebrating this anniversary. THE SERIES IS DEDICATED TO PAUL EWING, THE WIZARD OF AZ for being on this journey with me, every step of the way. *********
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Music Link: "Theme For Great Cities" - Simple Minds, originally from their album "Sons and Fascination", produced by Steve Hillage. A great piece of 80's New Romantic instrumental music.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBSotxpthXQ
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2015. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. Quite a stern questioning look here and an image that raises more questions as a viewer than it answers - I love that.
why does it always feel like you've asked me a question that you know i can never answer? why would you ask such a question in the first place?
and so i go thinking about questioning the question that i think up...round and round.
I honestly got sooo uninspired this weekend. YET, I produced my clichés. But still, I'm not that proud. Maybe too hard on myself but whatever.
I guess questioning my work is part of the 365 project's process. So, that's good.
The bent grabiron above the conductor's side window almost appears as if the coal-stained locomotive is raising an eyebrow, questioning why I'm out here at 7 in the morning photographing it. The answer is the 1960s-era cantilever standing tall right above the engine, unbeknownst entirely to me at the time that it was living out it's last year of service. After the discovery of some new intermediate LED signals erected pre-service at mile 2.2, my efforts on shooting the North Toronto narrowed to mostly Mount Pleasant & Howland in the latter half of 2023, seeing as they were at mile 1.6 & 3.5 respectively and would almost certainly be obsolete once the new signals were cut in. A timeline wasn't known at this point and up until as recently as a month ago, I was holding out hope that they'd survive at least into the late spring/early summer. As I am now writing in early May 2024 with every last North Toronto searchlight & signal structure destroyed, I am saddened but overall grateful for moments like these where I made it my goal to document these structures while they were still around.
CP 118, Mile 3.5 North Toronto Subdivision (Howland)
I woke up wondering
Questioning
How'd this begin?
How'd things get so out of place?
Feels like we're keeping score
Everyday's like before
But we both losing this game.
Being in your head is so easy, being mental, no dreaming, just being realistic.
Questioning everything.
Wanting answers.
Feeling secure because you will have some answers.
Not necessarily the correct answers, but you are content even tho.
But
Quite often there are no answers.
Being in your heart is so difficult, opening up for pure love, just suck it in, believe in your intuition.
We have beliefs that we aren't good enough.
You don't need to be perfect, you know.
And
What is perfect.
We are so hard towards ourselves, demanding that we need to do stuff we really don't want to do.
Others need us to do, to act, to behave, and we just stumble on our path, back and forth, and don't do what is really correct for ourselves.
My heart has become a meltingpot of love.
All old patterns can now be transformed, I don't want them anymore, I don't need them.
Let the future be mine to behold, then I know everything will be all right.
No credits for this one.
I...am going through a personal crisis? Not an identity crisis but that's the first thing I could think of. I lie awake and I question everything about myself until I end up questioning if I even exist. Not if I deserve to. But if I do.
I feel emotions like joy, love, caring. I know I am loved, I know I am cared about and I know people want me around. But why? I'll stop in the middle of everything and realise I don't deserve the beautiful and amazing soul's I have come to know. Who bring out a side of me that I never knew could existed. I care about them and want the best for them, I will fight anyone willing to destroy that. Growing up I slowly believed I wasn't deserving of this. I had it slowly drilled into me that I was the cause of everyone's suffering around me and I just needed to avoid everyone so no one was ever hurt.
I was taught I am someone who pain comes from. Not love. I was taught that I was a monster from such a young age.
Alot of the time I still believe it, I don't want to but I do. I don't want to hurt people and I'm so scared about hurting them that the idea is always there. What if I fuck this up. What if I ruin everything. What if I end up all alone.
I cling to everything that hurts. Thinking I'm protecting everyone else around me but instead I just hurt myself more and more and more. They weren't in danger from me but I still do it. They still stay by my side and show me love and caring and they talk me through whatever I need talking through.
I don't feel like I deserve them but I know I do at the same time and it's like two different people are screaming inside of me while a third just yells that the whole thing inconveniences them. They have better things to do than deal with you.
I feel like I'm just there. But I have this whole life where people want to be around me, spend time with me, talk to me. And not just because they're forced to.
I'm probably repeating myself alot but it's 9am and I haven't been sleeping. I'm too scared to, it keeps me up and I'll be stuck in silence hearing everything on repeat. I cling tighter and tighter trying to hold in everything that hurts until it starts to kill me from the inside and I can't take it anymore. I just wish all of me could accept people's love.
Sorry if this was too much of a rant. But this needed to be written, I poured my soul tonight into this photo and I didn't want to just leave it to be another photo.
If you did read it, thank you. I hope you have a beautiful day and if you go through the same as me I hope you too can accept with all your heart that you ARE loved. We all have our own battles and we might not have physical scars but the mental ones last so much longer.
- P.Middleton
We introduced Sid (Our resident Sparrowhawk who lives in the tree's at the bottom of our garden) and despite this rather questioning look., he's got used to us and our camera's by now
I suppose the way it works is that once Sid (or any other animal) determines that something is not a threat., they get more relaxed about it's presence
The 'it' in this case being us
I expect we will uploading a few more of our raptor 'pet'., but he's a beautiful bird. so I'll make no apologies
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... faces freedom with a little fear - Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
“Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.”
- John F. Kennedy
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2osQPU7CT0
GYPSY – FLEETWOOD MAC
"I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy"
- Leonard Cohen
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wi6AlcH4C0A
SO LONG MARIANNE - LEONARD COHEN
Dedicated to Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)
TO BE A TRAVELLING GYPSY PONY
That old adage springs to my ever questioning mind
“Look before you leap”
live life to the full before that final sleep
any promises you make; make sure you keep
the grass seems always greener to the unknowing flock of sheep
on the either side of that or any other divisive fence
one thing life has taught me
one thing truth has brought me
to count every blessing every single day
don't be complacent; do not relent
find the balance in the betwixt and between times
keep inside the joyful circle of the present tense
deep inside your beautiful heart's content
to be a travelling gypsy pony
a nomad; adventuress; princess of fairy stories
is a journey that I would love
no matter that the field is dry
tomorrow may bring a different sense
no need to settle in one place
no need to stop and wonder why
they are free to roam
and they have the instinct born in them
that always brings them home
the little one longs to play
with the neighbouring field of sheep
they eat green grass oblivious to his dreams
as he observes them so intense
what will tomorrow bring
does anyone really know
and does it matter really anyway
for any given moment is Heaven sent
and hope will get us through
and faith will bring us home
whatever happens to us
if we fall down in between
we will bounce like a rubber ball upright again
and the world will go on spinning
and some of it will go on sinning
but there is always hope of goodness winning
while the stillness within keeps us rooted to the ground
deep within our souls
where the echoes of our subconsciousness may be found
and like the gypsy ponies cycle continues round and round
we will find out where we belong
and our free spirits will sing loudly out their song
bolstering our courage; boisterous in our knowledge
that in this single given moment
we are young, we are free and we are strong...
- AP - Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
SOOC
Please be free to comment which version of the 'Zebra Leaf' you like the most.
(For my friend David and my personal questioning).
On of the locals questioning my need to stop and photograph them.
Seen in North Morro Bay, ca.
while out walking.
My first day of storm chasing on the plains led me to northern Wyoming as a slight risk for supercells/tornadoes were issued by the NWS. While I was questioning myself as to if I should gamble and choose southern Wyoming, I headed for the area with greater risk and decided to play it up north. Little did I know that at around the same time as I saw this storm fire up, another storm in southern Wyoming would produce one of the best tornadoes of the year. However, I can't complain all that much, for both of these supercells were tornado warned at the time, and the structure on this supercell was mesmerizing. I watched this storm from birth to death, watching it track over some of the most beautiful landscapes east of Shoshone National Forest, and over an area where I saw virtually no other people/cars for nearly the whole time. This storm twisted like a top over the desert like landscapes of Northern Wyoming, and I even got my dream shot of a beautiful supercell right in position with a desolate road going right down the middle of my frame. This storm produced some decent sized hail as well, which I stayed out of for the most part. In the end, while I missed the Laramie tornado, it was a good chase day overall! Hope you enjoy!
"This mess of emotions got his body questioning
Is this feeling alright?
He studying my freckles like the constellations
And he's looking for signs
I know that you're not used to this
Boy will you let me teach you
Your mind is asking for my love
And you just need to hear it
Try not to wander off too much
Don't let your fears control you
Keep you attentive with authentic kisses filled with Amor.
I'll show you
How it's supposed to feel
When we meet
At Orion's Belt
I'll show you
How it's supposed to feel." - Sabrina Claudio ♫
"What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning." - Werner Heisenberg
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Looks like it's going to be another fairly rainy weekend. I think Mother Nature has this mixed up, if it could rain Monday-Friday and be beautiful on the weekend, I think a lot more people would be happy with her.
But she's fickle and there's no point arguing with her, so grab an umbrella and don't let a little rain get you down... right?
Hope everyone is having a good day!
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You have experienced intense harm and evil so devastating that you find yourself questioning reality. It’s so easy for you to question yourself, to believe this means you are weak and it comes more naturally to turn this inward and severely criticize yourself. And you’re doing the hard work of looking for beauty and goodness wherever you can discover it and finding ways to try to express and validate your very real experience when you can’t find words for it. Maybe that is strength.
[image created on 3-1-2024]
Recently I became very fascinated by digital pinhole photography. This image was created with a modified pinhole body cap. I think I’m drawn to this type of photography because I feel it relates to my life and it seems to teach me far beyond photography. There are strict limitations that can drastically alter how images are captured and the final outcome of the photos, there is a lack of clarity compared to how I normally capture images with a lens, it’s difficult to predict exactly how the image will look and beauty and meaning can be found in the process and the final photo. It gives me a chance to practice embracing the unfamiliar, change, finding beauty in imperfection and growing in new ways.
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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