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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 ♫
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During the heatwave, on our way back from the swimming pool/beach, passed a shop where those fashion accessories were 'just hanging around', I went into the shop and asked the lady if I could photograph them... sure I could... I felt her frown and questioning eyes boring into my back...
Photographers... a strange species... tee hee.
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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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A pesky shadow from a cloud dances across the landscape threatening the prospect of a sunlit shot, but happily just failed in its bold attempt! A lone dog walker on Coulderton beach waves to the footplate crew of 46115 'Scots Guardsman' as it snakes around the stunning Cumbrian Coastline approaching Nethertown station heading the 1Z87 Carlisle to London Euston 'Winter Cumbrian Coast Express; on Saturday 28th January 2017. I drove through driving rain from Tebay to Cockermouth, questioning my sanity, but the final opportunity on the coast reassured me that I am not quite going mad yet.
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Questioning look in this portrait shot and as previously stated I could not move any further away due to the dry moat behind me. Once the stag was ashore I almost got some beautiful photos in dappled sunlight when it moved further away but some stupid girl saw me taking photos and got up from where she was sitting on a bench and stood in front of the Stag, no more than than a metre maximum from it...We witness this behaviour every year. Last year a man posed with his dog directly next to this stag whilst his wife/ girlfriend took lots of photos using a smart
phone..
Red deer have red-brown fur with a cream rump. The UK’s largest land mammal, a mature male (stag) may stand four feet tall at the shoulder and weigh up to 200kg.
Stags develop a large set of antlers that grow with age. Starting with just two points, the antlers steadily develop more branches, reaching up to 16 in most cases. These antlers are shed and regrown every year. Females (hinds) lack antlers and are more lightly built than males.
As I walked up to the reception desk the receptionist smiled a welcoming smile and said, “Welcome back Sir”.
I didn’t remember staying at this hotel before so I squinted back a questioning look crossed with a curious grin. The same kind of look you give someone that has just said “Welcome back” but you have never been there before.
She smoothly pushed a registration card across the desk with my details on it and she asked me to sign. I looked at the card and it had my name on it all right, just spelt differently. I didn’t remember ever living at the address they had listed but I thought it sounded like a nice place so I signed it anyway.
Eventually I found my way to my room on the sixth floor. It smelled familiar but it looked entirely different to how it smelled. There was lots of stuff in there, all of which wasn’t mine.
I really felt like having a nap but there were two beds and having to make a decision on which one to lie on was too hard so I sat in the chair instead. Through the walls I could hear people talking in the next room. Some times they whispered and other times I could tell from the long pauses they were jotting things down so I couldn’t hear.
After a while I decided to order some food but I couldn’t read the menu because it was written in a language I didn’t understand. Instead, I poured myself a drink from the mini bar and sat back down in my chair. The whispering drifted on and off, much like a radio not quite on the station. Some time later I became even more tired and after inspecting the beds again I realised, to my surprise, that there had been only one all along.
I lay down and shut my eyes. Perhaps tomorrow will be different and not so cold. The whispering finally had stopped; perhaps they had run out of things to say.
extending the structural daring with minimal elaboration?
questioning the principle of balance and symmetry which guides the growth of forms along the lines of the greatest efficiency?
thank god it's friday?
- from the streamlined, 'less is more' archive
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for
tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop
questioning - Albert Einstein.
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"What do you want for your birthday?" Ali looked at me questioningly. It's never an easy one to answer, because I don't really need anything - nothing within the birthday present type of budget anyway. A mark 2 100-400 lens would be nice, but I'd have been pushing my luck a bit with that request. "Can't think of anything in particular I replied." She sighed and we moved on.
A few days later I thought of something I did need. A good pair of warm photography gloves - one that would also make me feel I'd made a contribution to cover the costs of all the free entertainment Henry Turner has been providing during lockdown. The deed was done and on my first adventure with the tripod in ten weeks I donned a very cosy pair of gloves to accompany the three thermal layers under two coats, the balaclava, the fleece lined boots and the winter trousers. The great thing about wearing all of this winter gear is that you can stand on the Weather Watching Cliff for three hours in the face of a vicious northerly wind and not feel cold. Ok so there are times when it's not so easy to stay on your feet, and it's a shame all of these preparations didn't prevent me from losing the rainproof cover that fits onto my pack to the elements, but I was comfortably warm throughout the visit. Given the strength of the wind it's likely that the cover also traveled the few miles home towards Redruth in the dusk, albeit separately from the rest of us.
As I arrived in the car park the world outside was subjected to an urgent volley of hailstones. I decided to stay put for a while. As the squall abated, the lady in the nearest car decided to chance it and set off towards the cliff path with two small jacketed dogs. Five minutes later she was back, chased by another blast of hailstones, shrugging at me through my windscreen with a resigned grin on her face. The small dogs looked relieved to be back in their owner's car. It was the sort of afternoon that promised much if you were brave enough to step outside into it. The thing is you can see the squalls heading straight towards you from here as they so often do. It's why I call it the Weather Watching Cliff.
The second squall having passed, I readied myself for my own expedition. The lady with the dogs headed off again, although moments later yet another drift of filthy weather raced towards us. I was already back in my car as my neighbour returned to hers and headed off, evidently having given up for the day. But now at last it was dry and apart from the endless spray that carries over the cliffs here it remained dry for the rest of the afternoon. I'd decided on a manual focus stack to try and get some sharpness throughout the image but despite having the tripod low to the ground and doing my best to shelter it by crouching at its windward side, it wasn't easy in the harsh conditions. My daughter came to join me after a while and despite setting up close to me neither of us could hear what the other one said, as each word was lost to the ever strengthening wind. It felt fantastic to be here again though. I've missed these adventures.
Despite a number of visits towards the end of last year I still haven't quite got the shot I've envisaged from here and I think the opportunity has probably passed until the middle of next winter. But there are still plenty of shots to be had and I will be back here quite often throughout the seasons before I try again. As for the Vallaret gloves - they were exceptionally warm and comfortable. Perfect for a brutal winter's day. It's a shame my short and stubby index fingers don't poke quite as far out of them as they ought to when the tips are opened, even though my fourth fingers would struggle for space in the next size down. Sadly, it's probably me that needs some re-engineering rather than the gloves.
In fact the first of those future visits will probably be this afternoon - just in case that waterproof cover managed to get snagged on a bit of heather somewhere. I may as well take the camera i suppose.
Zenza Bronica S2A
Nikkor P 75mm f2.8
Kodak Portra 160
Analog graphical study questioning human being and his environment
Perigord, France -
Lately I've been questioning things. I have been so happy this year, and yet there are times when I don't feel fully alive. As if life has been put on hold.
What causes this?
I don't know for sure, but perhaps there might be something inside all of us that gives us feedback about whether we're moving in the right direction in life or not. An internal voice that we have access to at all times, and yet sometimes it feels like this voice speaks in another language. You can hear the basic emotion behind it, but can't understand the words.
I think we've been so conditioned to shush this voice since we were babies, because, well, you just can't do whatever you want. You have to conform to society and rules if you want to survive here. Then as we grew, this voice was so often replaced with programmed messages coming from someone's agenda. Ads, TV shows, articles, news, parents, friends, lovers... So many external voices teaching us what to believe and to want. So how do you know which desires are actually yours?
I guess this is it. When something makes you feel alive, it's good. When something makes you feel dead inside, it's wrong. It might not always make sense. The voice of reason might be advising you otherwise... But maybe the voice of reason is someone else's voice.
Song by Rev Theory
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
You've got your rules and your religion
all designed to keep you safe
but when rules start getting broken
you'll start questioning your faith
I have a voice that is my savior
hates to love and loves to hate
I have a voice that has the knowledge
and the power to rule your fate
I hear voices cryin'
I see heroes dyin'
I taste blood that's dryin'
I feel tension risin'
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
they talks to me
they tell me things that I will do
they show me things I do to you
they talk to me
they talk to me
all the lawyers are defenseless
all the doctors are diseased
and the preachers all are sinners
and police just take the grease
all you judges you are guilty
all the bosses I will fire
all you bankers will have losses
politicians are all liars
I see darkness fallin'
I hear voices callin'
I feel justice crawlin'
I see faith has fallen
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
they talks to me [man's faint echo]
they tell me things that I will do
they show me things I do to you
they talk to me
they talk to me
I hear voices cryin'
I see heroes dyin'
I taste blood that's dryin'
I feel tension risin'
I hear voices in my head
they council me
they understand
they talk to me
they talks to me [man's faint echo]
they tell me things that I will do
they show me things I do to you
they talk to me
they talk to me
"Phone Home"
***This picture is perhaps the first time anyone has photographed the Milky Way with this cool alien looking space toy which explains why even Google was clueless.***
It is hard to explain to people what is so special about shooting the Milky Way especially if the person questioning happens to be your boss, i,e. spouse.
There are only a few months (8 if lucky) in the year that the Milky Way core is visible. Of those few months, the ideal moon less nights are about a week. Only one or two will fall on a weekend. Some of those nights are lost to weather. Effectively you get about 10 nights in a year that you can potentially shoot the stars. And if it has been 9 months since you last shot the Milky Way, it gets a tad uneasy under the skin.
I had not shot a Milky Way picture since last June. I was hoping for some clear skies in Big Bend but it was not to be. The only chance I got was at the McDonald Observatory in Fort Davis, Texas. After 7.5 total hours of driving, my motivator-in-chief Nayana and I arrived at the Observatory just as the rather large half moon was setting. We watched the moonset as the moon gradually dropped below the horizon leading to a the rapid change in the brightness of the stars. About 30 minutes later, the moonlight and afterglow was replaced by starlight that illuminated the ground around us.
It was brutally cold and windy. I was perfectly willing to return empty handed but it was not going to be fair if we did not try and shoot some pictures. I had seen this antenna during the day when we had come here to visit and took in a live Sun viewing session. It looked interesting enough that I had this picture in mind. Thin clouds drifted overhead while Jupiter shone bright right at the heart of the Dark Horse Nebula.
As always, I tried to find out what this Radio Telescope like antenna was. Unusually Google was not particularly helpful. It turns out this is a brand new NASA VGOS antenna is part of the McDonald Geodetic Observatory that just passed its Site Acceptance Testing. This new science facility is run by the UT Center for Space Research in partnership with NASA Goddard.
Sony a7RII
ZEISS Camera Lenses Batis 25mm f/2
ISO 10000, 25mm, 10s at f/2
Several identical shots stacked for Noise Reduction
Processed in Capture One Pro, median stacked in Starry Landscape Stacker and Adobe Photoshop
For your reading pleasure, below is some info on what this Antenna is.
NASA VLBI Geodetic Observing System (VGOS) antenna
The NASA Space Geodesy Project (SGP) has taken the next step in expanding the NASA Space Geodesy Network (NSGN) with the procurement of a VLBI Global Observing System (VGOS) 12-m radio telescope for a new core site located at the McDonald Observatory, near Fort Davis, Texas. Intertronic Solutions Inc. completed the installation of the antenna early in February 2019. An engineering room-temperature feed, developed and installed by MIT/Haystack Observatory, was used to support the pointing tests. On February 15, 2019 several extragalactic sources were observed. The antenna successfully passed the Site Acceptance Test (SAT) on February 20, 2019. A cryogenic, broad-band signal chain will be installed in April 2019. Afterwards the station will begin commissioning activities, and later in the year will being participating in VGOS test sessions, organized in coordination with the International VLBI Service for Geodesy and Astrometry (IVS).
The McDonald Geodetic Observatory is part of NASA’s Space Geodesy Project - a global network of dishes dedicated to studying changes in Earth’s shape, gravity, and rotation. Data gathered by this 12m radio telescope will offer next-generation measurements for precision navigation and understanding the changes on our planet.
As I sat on the pier at Bodega Harbor watching several Common Loons fishing I was struck by their elegant & serene beauty & how very 'wise' they appeared to me!
This one swam up very close to us as if questioning our reason for being there aiming cameras at it!
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The Real Work
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
✁✁ ✵* Wendell Berry
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
⚝ Mary Oliver
You see, I want a lot.
Perhaps I want everything:
The darkness that comes with every infinite fall
And the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing
And are raised to the rank of prince
By the slippery ease of their light judgments
But what you love to see are faces
That do work and feel thirst…
You have not grown old,
And it is not too late to dive
Into your increasing depths where life
Calmly gives out its own secret.
_. Rainer Maria Rilke / The Book of the Hours
'The Struggle Of The Magicians' (Excerpt No. 1)
.. to go back and forth between exercised confinement and transcendence, between cause and effect - to doom or redemption; between nothing and everything, between wander and wonder; between the need to be tempered and about the freedom to be just be; to see beginnings vanishing into distant music without a trace, only to return as a noise from fragile consciousness - activated through the paradox of human reality meeting the stronghold in self - on the playground of dynamic transformation - a portal into another iteration of reality and into the composition of the wholehearted relationship.
... to even out beyond the creases of the wrinkled time and ownership of habitual bones - to eternally belong to that timeless grandeur - that plane of calm that houses wondrous clarity and tap in creativity, joy, wisdom from that which naturally breathes peace and love - to reverberate with eterna song - of virtues belonging enmasse to humility'... a song not far for the sound to fade away but whose life is connected to every hugbeat of 'Eterna' Heart
"...ove... it ...gots!" The sergeants screaming made the radio headset block out the sudden change in signal amplitude. No questioning what he wanted though, so I jumped the boulder that was my cover and ran forward through the swirling snow which severely hampered my vision.
Yes the empire demanded obedience of their soldiers, but why in the name of the Sith could he not ever lead the way. Lead by example, yes that's what they taught. But not this Bantha-piss of a coward, the sergeant would dance in when the objective was taken and claim credit. I swear one day he would find himself alone on the front line with no one to protect his white armour covered arse.
Alas, that day was not today. This day I would fight along side my brothers and claim another imperial victory.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
~ Albert Einstein
But in this word and this time I must
reach out to you in words.
J. M. Coetzee
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Bet šiame pasaulyje, šiame laike
galiu pasiekti tave tik žodžiais.
J. M. Coetzee
Things don't always have to be crystal clear to be understood. A certain amount of mystery encourages questioning and wondering. Always question things, because sometimes those questions can lead you to answers and on paths that you never thought possible.
I am learning to expect the unexpected. And I love it.
Only a few more days left until the big move. I've never been more scared of anything before in my life. But I also know that the independence will do me the world of good.
Me and Mark have got some exciting plans too. But knowing us, it'll take us forever to get round to it. hehe. And he's thinking of replacing his car. Go and tell him that he shouldn't. Ha. :)
This is the start of a new series. I think it'll be a long one. But I'm certainly excited for it.
The "Trapped Nerve" series continues.
The third degree is an intense, harsh way to question a suspect.
It's very common for people to joke about the third degree, using it to mean "lots of questions" or "too much curiosity." The actual third degree is a cruel interrogation technique—essentially torture. The term dates from about 1900, and earlier meanings are also still used today: a third-degree burn is the most severe type, and a third-degree crime is the least serious.
Today's appointment with the physiotherapist felt a bit like the "third degree". The UK still doesn't have a "joined up" health service; so I live in Devon but close to the Somerset border so my nearest hospital is in Somerset, my doctor is in Devon the Physiotherapist is from a completely different hospital in Exeter - - so all the same questions again as the computer systems don't talk to each other.
They all have colourful apps and web sites - but an all encompassing national secure database for medical records seems beyond them!
The result - some exercises more pain relief and come back in a month.
Its not the staff, they were all helpful, polite, kind and I know "back problems" take a while to sort out but it still leaves you feeling disgruntled and disappointed - I suppose its only normal.
The trapped nerve series:
Entering the lobby of The Continental, Thomas spotted a newspaper lying on the floor. Picking it up to study it, his brow furrowed as he read the headlining article.
"It appears the heiress was last seen here, inside the members lounge. One of the bartenders by the name of Medusa apparently had an interaction with her", Thomas conveyed to Hunter who approached to study the article over his shoulder.
"Well, let's head up and have a little chat to Medusa. Perhaps she has some insight as to where Miss Amabelle was headed to after her meeting inside the lounge", Hunter remarked.
The two investigators ventured into the dimly lit lounge area, both a little taken aback to be greeted by two rather intimidating looking characters behind the bar. After a few questions in which Medusa was constantly interrupted by her sister Euryale, Hunter and Thomas decided to head out into the ominous streets of the city. Their destination, The Black Crab.
....to be continued