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Fremont , CA
Thanks For All The Comments On My Last Shot! Hope Everyone's Week Is Off To A Good Start! This Taken In Fremont Once Again...It's 3 Shot Manual Blend And Red Shift. This Is Completely Different Processing Technique For Me I'm Pretty Happy With The Results. I'm All About Trying Different Techniques And Styles. I Get A Kick Outta Pushing My Shots And Seeing Where The Process Takes Me. It Was Shot Hand Held With The Sigma 1020. I Still Love This Lens =). If Anyone See's It On Explore Or Anything And Could Screen Shot It For Me That'd Be Awesome. I'm Gonna Be Gone For A few Days But Really Wanted To Post Something Before I Left :D
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The final days of October found me out shooting every single day. A strange confluence of weather, sky and autumn vibrant foliage brought forth a multitude of photo ops. This part of the season is so fleeting that it compels action lest the moment be lost. The absolute high point for me is when the ground is obscured with fallen leaves while some leaves remain on the trees. I love the visual distortion this creates, especially in areas where the eye expects to see green grass. There's also an intriguing reflective quality to fallen leaves that you don't get with lawn grass. It gives a feeling of luminance and adds depth to photos where the background would ordinarily tend to plug up in shadow. All that aside, it was the ominous sky that motivated me on this particular day. Low clouds, fast moving, and punctuated by occasional appearances of the sun. I was so bent on observing the sky that I walked right through this scene (coming from the background into the foreground) without fully appreciating it. Retracing my steps on the return trip brought me back into the same scene but from the opposite perspective. Before me was the epitome of an movie set piece, autumn in a cemetery. It was as if every single element had been carefully arranged. The opportunity would have gone unnoticed had I not turned a 180 and walked back through the scene. Perspective is everything. It's why I often stop photographing periodically during a shoot and try listening for that inner voice.
Cold Reckoning and Hardened Beliefs.
Sometimes it's tough - a friend has strong heart felt powerful beliefs that they "know are right". But you know they are mistaken or misinformed.
Mid Devon, show
Tiverton, Devon, UK.
// Cold mist traverses the hillside as a pale white horse moves to crest the hill; sure in its knowing of what is to come.
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My apologies for minimal comments on your images, house alterations and the resulting sporadic internet availability is the cause. Hopefully things will return to normal during the next week.......Hmmm!
"This is the great and terrifying truth about the creative life: Anything we make — all this longing for beauty and meaning, all these reckonings and raptures, these most passionate and personal fragments of being — is just a tiny seed compacting everything we are, blown into the wind that is the world."
- Maria Popova
Living Skies, final shot (for now). This time there is no horizon line; it's all sky. Although the tree does anchor the shot, in an odd way. It was a conscious choice to place the ascending Milky Way in the middle of the frame, and likewise the tree. In theory this should not work, but I find myself liking it. I considered cropping square or vertical; in the end, I like the fullness of the sky extending on both sides of the tree, and in imagination beyond the frame, to infinity.
To live a creative life you have to get over the fear of being wrong, of making mistakes; instead, you play with your materials, the things you love, and see what new relationships you can discover. You accomplish this not by following the so-called rules, but by throwing them away.
Tomorrow, the start of another small image set, this time highlighting not the sky but the land. That which nurtures us and keeps us connected. Somehow this simple fact has never been clearer to me than it is here, now, on the prairie. Is it the prairie itself or is it more my age, the culmination of a lifetime of observation and reflection? I don't know. I do know that when I walk this turf, I am connected.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The Wee Choo-Choo, Pitlochry
A beautifully restored railway carriage beside Pitlochry station, now home to The Wee Choo-Choo Thai restaurant. Although styled as a classic Compagnie Internationale des Wagons-Lits Pullman coach, the carriage began life on the Norwegian railways before being transformed for the film Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One. Today it enjoys a much quieter life against the scenic backdrop of Highland Perthshire and Ben Vrackie.
Taken with my Nikon Z50.
The name “Singapore” was adapted by the British from its original Malay name, “Singapura”, which means “Lion City”.
I had often read books and magazines about the great Lion City, established on an island at the southern tip of the Malay Peninsula.
I was fascinated by its history and how it transformed itself from a British trading post into its own economic empire and one of the largest ports in the planet. As a photographer of cities and urban landscapes, its magnificent skyline was always of interest as well. Without a doubt, Singapore is an international crossroads traversed by travelers, industrialists, entrepreneurs, explorers and, most recently, a boy who used to be crazy about “National Geographic World” magazines in elementary school.
My visit to Singapore was a personal moment of reckoning -- finally reaching one of the destinations I had learned so much about since childhood.
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...from the archives... Almost that time again.
This guy was lurking around outside while I was at a birthday party for my nephew. He was not pleased when I asked if I could take his photo. Perhaps street photography is not for me. He also insisted that I vote for him next Tuesday.
Red-shouldered Hawk (Buteo lineatus)
Watson Mill Bridge State Park, Georgia, U.S.A.
In a matter of minutes, I witnessed a stunning display of nature’s raw efficiency. A Red-shouldered Hawk suddenly sprang from its perch and struck the ground. As it lifted its head, a small lizard was clutched firmly in its beak. Without hesitation, the hawk swallowed it and returned to another branch.
But the hunt wasn’t over. As I quietly approached for a better shot, the hawk launched again, landing in nearly the same exact spot. When it lifted its head again, it was now holding a large Ring-necked Snake! This entire episode happened in the span of just a few minutes.
Note: If you're curious, the snake captured is a large Ring-necked Snake (Diadophis punctatus).
Here is another image I captured:
Day of Reckoning (Burnin' for You) - Robbie Robertson
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRNG1tVidno
In this dusty little railroad town
Smack in the heart of the bible belt
Where nothing ever changes
And nothing remains the same
When first I saw the raven
Lean against the wind
I said
Who's that girl
With the tattoo on her skin
I followed her home
Lives down by the water
My friend Teddy told me
She's the Frenchman's daughter
On this day of reckoning
I'm riding shotgun with you
Yeah you
Tangled twisted strands of love
Hanging from above I'm burnin' for you
Ooh I'm burnin' for you
Oh we were first time lovers
In a secret rendezvous
Burnin' burnin'Burnin'Burnin' for you
When I come knocking on her front door
The neighbour said she don't live there no more
Well she moved from the country down to the city
Where the scene is dark and the street are gritty
In the hustle and bustle and all the commotion
She got addicted to the locomotion
On this day of reckoning
By the old wooden bridge
I wait for you
Tangled twisted strands of love
Hanging from above I'm burnin' for you
Ooh I'm burnin' for you
Oh we were first time lovers
In a secret rendezvous
I'm burnin'Burnin'Burnin'Burnin' for you
I remember the smell of the burning leaves
And we were making love
She was like a young Georgia O'Keefe
From another time
In an old abandoned railroad shack
One should never go
Where anything can happen
When the Zephyr blows
On this day of reckoning
I'm calling for you
Yeah you
Tangled twisted strands of love
Hanging from above I'm burnin' for you
Ooh I'm burnin' for you
Oh we were first time lovers
In a secret rendezvous
I'm burnin'Burnin'Burnin'Burnin' for you
The phone rings
She said I can't tell you where I'm calling from
'Cause my papa's on the lam
For something shady that he's done
There hangs a tale of love
For the first time
For the first time
As it happens in all of my shoots, I just explain the main story and concept, find the place and then start the shooting. The rest I always leave to the model. I dont like to interrupt the model; I want her to be a part, to add her own story to the shooting.
He stands with hands on hips, bold and defiant, facing the void as if daring it to blink first. But the ground tells a different story. The shadow he casts is not his own - or rather, not the self he wears now. It is the child he once was. The one who stood in the same pose, fists clenched not in power, but in wonder.
The adult figure is all posture. All armor. But the shadow is raw. Curious. Unafraid to ask why the clouds look like dragons or whether the wind remembers your name.
This is not a glitch of light. It’s a reckoning.
The image is a portal: the man is standing at the edge of forgetting, and the child-shadow is pulling him back. Not to innocence, but to origin. To the moment he first named the stars. To the first time he danced without music. To the first time he believed that stories could save him.
The cloudy textures above? They’re not weather. They’re memory storms. The kind that roll in when you’re about to remember who you were before the world taught you to pose.
This is a reminder that every silhouette is stitched from choices, losses, and the quiet ache of becoming.
This is the newest John Grisham novel that will be released in October. That is my photo on the jacket. I'm really excited!
Thanks, Flickr!
As the day folded in silence, the sky erupted in one final reckoning — not of wrath, but of beauty too vast to contain. From the black pines to the burning clouds, every layer remembered the sun by fire.
Captured from the highest edge of the forest, just before the insects claimed the night.
I have walked through fire.
I have drowned in silence.
I have stood where the sky split open
and the earth forgot my name.
I have been broken.
I have been bent.
I have been buried.
But I did not vanish.
I did not yield.
I did not die.
I endured.
And now -
now the storm comes again,
howling, clawing, certain of its dominion.
But it does not know.
It does not see.
I am not the same.
I am not the man who knelt.
I am not the voice that trembled.
I am not the silence that waited.
I am the answer.
I am the reckoning.
I am the storm’s undoing.
I have endured the storm.
And now -
the storm must endure me.
I'm sure you'll remember, when Kithaba was on his way to meet the Sand People. Her only weapon in the negotiations was fire. Although, it is said that the Sand People are well equipped when it comes to weapons, this time they were afraid.
Previously in this series: Day of Reckoning, Traces to Nowhere and Fire Walk with Me.
I've been playing with this exact frame roughly from the day I shoot it. It's interesting frame that looks a bit like it's from the cinematic cartoon magazine(!). At least, there are some certain elements that backs my humble theory. Personally I'm very proud of that torch, as it's all in-camera and there are no digital effects used to bring this scene alive.
The egregious, obscene -- and all too commonplace -- death of an unarmed black man by a white police officer in the United States was recorded by a woman's cellphone in Minneapolis and viewed by millions.
As a result, the heinous death of George Floyd has struck a collective nerve in America and around the world so severely, not even a pandemic without a vaccine has deterred people from publicly expressing their demand for accountability against police brutality and institutional racism. At the time of this posting, protests in America have continued for 12 consecutive days since the lynching.
This image shows the confrontation between protesters and the police in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle.
If interested, you can view my latest photo essay featuring images of the protests in Seattle against police brutality and institutional racism this week in my blog article: "The Pandemic, The Pandemonium & The Protests."
Please be well, be safe, and be mindful.
He has walked through many rooms,
each one leaving a thread in the fabric of his suit.
The chair remembers the weight of his choices,
the mug remembers the mornings he carried forward.
Maps behind him are not battles,
but paths he once took—
roads that bent, rivers that refused,
destinations that taught him patience.
The books are not witnesses,
but companions,
each page a lantern in the long corridors of becoming.
The reckoning is not with others,
but with himself.
A gentleman’s reckoning:
to sit, to name,
to honor the journey that shaped him,
and to rise knowing the path continues.
A similar comp to one I shot back in Dec '14 (Reckoning) but this time with a nicer sky. My LEE Big Stopper is a 12 stop filter (not 10 as advertised) so that is the reason for the longer exposure. I do like the softness of the extra exposure time but it gets a bit itchy with the long wait. 10 minutes - I should have brought a book along to read!
LEE hard 0.9 ND for the sky plus the Big Stopper.
Bass Rocks, Gloucester, MA.
That day is coming, and DTJ will need to face reality. It can’t happen soon enough. We are presently amazed at how much damage one man can cause in such a short period of time. Hopefully yesterday’s demonstrations will spur Congress to realize that their own political survival depends upon how they act towards trump’s agenda and that we, rather than he, will determine if members will retain their positions. The tide of activism is surging, and it is a powerful force. Photoleap was used to create this image. The original photo was of park stairs in the Kettle Moraine area.