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that bloom, shed and then simply go.
That's the wonders of life: One minute you're here and the Next minute you're gone!
This is where Mother Nature teaches us, how fragile we can become and yet still contain within ourselves, what we really are and should be.
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T-Minus two hours. It's been months since I've been out nightscaping and I'm feeling like Rip VanWinkle, as I am throwing my gear in the car on my way to the Nightscape Photography Conference In Moab Utah.
So proud to announce that I have been invited to speak at the conference.......Wait, wait, hold-up. I'm not sure if I was "invited" It was more like I finagled my way into a spot on the staff, It's really a bizarre story too hard too believe, but to make a long story short, after talking to Royce Bair on the phone I managed to, via Royce's kindness land a spot in a side conference room.
That quickly changed to two presentations and two workshops. I have spent the last two years preparing a line of products that teaches the techniques I use in the field to navigate, plan alignments and predict the weather.
I think I found a niche.
The Smart App bootcamp sold-out in 5 Hrs. Whaaaat!
Wait, it gets better. Well maybe I will save that for my next post.
I should mention that Wayne Pinkston had a hand in my participation there, he has got to be the coolest "Night walker" on the face of the Earth.
Thanks Wayne and Thanks to Royce as well. You guys are two amazing people!!!
Wish me luck my friends!!!
Thanks as always, for taking the time to take a look at my photos, and reading my descriptions.
I am always grateful for your views, comments, faves, and support, they are truly appreciated!! Have a great day my friends!! :)
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In remembrance of the Unknown Soldier
Dan Barton has created and installed 101 6ft tall Armistice day Soldier Silhouettes to Commemorate the end of WW1 and 75 poppy wreathes to commemorate the end of WW2 at The Aston Rowant Nature Reserve. The Natural England Reserve can be found on the hillside at Stokenchurch, Oxfordshire above the M40 Motorway.
Dan hopes to raise funds for The Royal British Legion Poppy Appeal and has set up a Just Giving Page.
Dan hopes this installation will provoke thought as people drive along the M40 motorway to remind us to enjoy the freedom we have and to teach our younger generations to treasure and cherish their freedom and to live well. Dan believes that all that we have in this moment is possible because of those that have come before us.
Just Giving link: www.justgiving.com/fundraising/m40soldiers
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The thatched windmill in the small village of Tacumshane (Irish: Teach Coimseáin) was built in 1846 and was in operation until 1936 making it the last windmill in the Republic of Ireland to work commercially.
In 1952 it was restored and placed under monument protection.
In medieval times, the flat and windy landscape of South Wexford was dotted with these unusual structures.
Submitted: 24/07/2022
Accepted: 26/07/2022
Teach Your Children
You, who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye
Teach your children well
Their father's hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you
And you, of tender years
You can't know the fears that your elders grew by
And so, please, help them with your youth
'Cause they seek the truth before they can die
Teach your children well
Their father's hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you
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A letter arrived to Everett. It read, "We need to talk..." Little did the two of them know this talk would go so well, in fact it ended with a lesson in feeding the squid. What could be more romantic than feeding a giant squid some buttered toast?
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Inspiration from my teacher, who hates to be called that, but do we not all teach each other … I found myself lacking in both inspiration and energy recently and I thought I would do something “moody” for him, but this is what happened … happily! : 0)
p.s. There is a very happy fence near my willow tree, but I found myself looking up at Mr Sparrow! ; 0)
“What day is it?” asked Pooh.
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne
Mine too and I hope the same for you! Happy Weekend, dear friends! <3
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As the willow renews it's cycle
tender buds appear
sparrows flock to feast on them
same thing happens every year
but this is not a weeping willow
it does not cry for all it's lost
but rejoices in the gifts of harvest
it gives to wildlife; there is no cost
love is free and bountiful
in nature wild and willing
given with the purest hearts
to serve and never count the shilling
today as I look out my window yonder
I counted my blessings many
the best things in life are really free
and they don't cost a penny
in the silence I've been pondering
and found the answers I sought
what do I need; how do I succeed
the answer is simple and can't be bought
I look around without a sound
I step from room to room
there is so much love awaiting me
as I take up my Spring-clean broom
I dust away but leave the cobwebs
the spiders do me no harm
I wash the windows and the curtains
the strength I lost returns to my arms
I still have a little disability
but it does not affect me unduly
I push loose strands of hair behind my ears
my goldilocks are so like me … unruly
I have always been a little wild at heart
running barefoot through the fields
if time exists it does not trouble me
my days and nights are full and yield
plenty of delightful dreams and moments
that meld seamlessly into each other
carrying always inside my heart
my lost family; my siblings; my father; my mother
I know they watch me as I play
and maybe they wonder why I don't mature
but I am an adult when I need to be
but mostly I'm an imp and I adore
to explore the world through the eyes of a child
to behold the beauteous wonders
to absorb myself in nature where I
can weather any storm and set asunder
all the worries and concerns I often have
trivial little things and trifling matters
better to focus on the goodness that abounds
fill my soul up with the most wondrous of things
served heartily on a golden platter.
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There's something about the way a flower opens itself up to the world. It puts it all out there, beauty, colour, pollen, nectar...everything it has and everything it is. It's all there for us to see and enjoy, take it or leave it, no admission charge or viewing fee.
Open, vulnerable, generous, happy. There's plenty here for me to learn :)
"It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength."
~Maya Angelou
Reynisfjara, Iceland 2023
Young man studies intently while the older man holds a rapidly filling hot air balloon from a distance.
Snowdown Winter Festival, Durango, Colorado February 2024.
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#48 ⭐ May 6, 2024
Recognition:
Accepted for Display - JUN 25, Family Moments: International Exhibition of Photography, San Diego County Fair
Accepted for Display - MAR 24, Darkroomers Photographic Club, San Diego
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!"
— Severus Snape
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
U ranojutarnjoj tišini, divlji češnjak još drži svoju svilenu kapicu — kao da oklijeva probuditi se. U tom krhkom trenutku između sna i jave, priroda nas uči kako nježnost nosi mudrost vremena.
📍 Snimljeno na livadi otoka Krka, svibanj 2025.
EN (English):
In the quiet of early morning, the wild garlic still wears its silky cap — as if hesitating to wake. In this fragile moment between sleep and waking, nature teaches us that gentleness carries the wisdom of time.
📍 Photographed on a meadow on the island of Krk, May 2025.
FR (Français) :
Dans le calme du matin, l’ail sauvage porte encore son bonnet de soie — comme s’il hésitait à se réveiller. Dans cet instant fragile entre sommeil et éveil, la nature nous enseigne que la douceur porte la sagesse du temps.
📍 Photographié dans une prairie de l’île de Krk, mai 2025.
DE (Deutsch):
In der Stille des Morgens trägt der wilde Knoblauch noch seine seidene Mütze – als würde er zögern, aufzuwachen. In diesem zarten Moment zwischen Schlaf und Erwachen lehrt uns die Natur, dass Sanftheit die Weisheit der Zeit birgt.
📍 Auf einer Wiese auf der Insel Krk aufgenommen, Mai 2025.
ES (Español):
En la quietud de la mañana, el ajo silvestre aún lleva su gorro de seda — como si dudara en despertar. En ese instante frágil entre el sueño y la vigilia, la naturaleza nos enseña que la ternura encierra la sabiduría del tiempo.
📍 Fotografía tomada en un prado de la isla de Krk, mayo de 2025.
IT (Italiano):
Nel silenzio del mattino, l’aglio selvatico indossa ancora il suo cappuccio di seta — come se esitasse a svegliarsi. In quel momento fragile tra sonno e veglia, la natura ci insegna che la dolcezza racchiude la saggezza del tempo.
📍 Fotografato in un prato dell’isola di Krk, maggio 2025.
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I'm a train wreck in the morning
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.
I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
And that's why I love you
I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I need.
I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
and that's why I love you
Beyonce
I created this to use in marketing for my little one man operation, Express English. I teach English in Latin America via videoconferencing, like Google Meet. I'm just trying some new things.
The alarm chimes in at 3:00 am at our Dzongri campsite. I slowly slither out of the tight strait jacketed sleeping bag, yes like a snake shedding its skin & wonder who else wakes up at this unearthly hour. My tent-mate Sanjay Hosali is still asleep but his aircraft idling on the runway like snores makes me jump outta the tent in a flash. Complete darkness surrounds me. I realize it is our Hindu New year & I whisper Happy New year to my family a good 1200 kilometers away. The Mercury reads a few notches below freezing and I pull my four layers of clothing closer to the skin. The sky has cleared up all the fog & mist of the earlier evening & the hike to the Dzongri Top to have our first eyeful of the grand Mount Kanchenjunga looks promising.
Our group assembles in half an hour & we start the early morning grind up to the Dzongri Top. The long line of headlight-bearing zombies silently walk in a single file up the mountain. No one is talking or singing like the previous noon hike. It is too freaking cold & spooky. I stop periodically, get my racing pulse rate down, inhale & exhale ten times & continue to climb up the mountain. The younger lot slowly overtakes me one by one. In spite of the Type A Personality that I am otherwise, here on the mountain I do not get annoyed at them outdistancing me. The mountain teaches you to be patient! It does! :D
The double hill climb is a long drawn one & needs some careful steps as there is a deep fall on the left. The dawn slowly glows from the eastern banks of the Himalaya. It is almost an hour & a half or maybe more. I hear the squeals of joy as our group has summited the Dzongri Top. I stop for the last time, look at the light around, wipe the frozen sweat, or maybe the nose dribble off my lips & pump up that last bit of Adrenaline & Testosterone through my engorged veins & speed up.
13,630 feet. Dzongri Top at last. The mighty Kanchenjunga & his family of massifs break into applause. I take a bow in front of these majestic mountains as I quickly set my tripod.
Lots of photographs quickly get registered on the memory card but the one that will stay with me for a long time is this photo of two trekkers returning back from the frosty top, somehow symbolizing the ups & downs of life.
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Be what you come here for"
Sting
History will teach us nothing live
Sting 1987