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photography would reflect those changes most completely. I don’t worry myself with what is art and what is not. More often than not, what is called art has no bearing on the world or most people’s concerns. I am more concerned with we can communicate to the public through art and the viability of media to make a positive difference in our world. Great art reveals itself effortlessly, no matter how complex or sophisticated, and can be recognized by both the initiated and uninitiated :-)
Ed Kashi
sand harbor, lake tahoe, nevada
I think this is about as dark as my photography has ever gotten for the Dark City Deutschland collection, but I like to experiment and push boundaries; comfort zones are for the uninitiated! This is a skyward LE of the commercial Novotel Tiergarten Hotel in Berlin, taken on a dreary late night and a very light drizzle was present, hence the few drops on the lens, which at first I was objecting to, but Vera, my sexy partner in crime, said it made for an interesting feature within the image so I kept it.
I look at this and I think of dark alternative / parallel dimensions, a co-existence of sinister parameters where all is devoid of recognisable life, yet, all things are consciousness in the darker and more evil sense, if you ever have seen the movie Event Horizon you'll know what I mean; for another words, the building itself is a "living" entity, perhaps even demonic.
So on that delightful and cheery note, I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
Iceland is a special place for a lot of photographers and I am no different. The dance of clouds amidst the glaciers and volcanoes will excite even the most uninitiated, let alone folks who wander in search of that special light...
Our trip was especially tiring as it was end of June/beginning July where the daylight pretty much sums up to about 23.5 hours. The sun merely takes a slight dip into the horizon before launching itself back up again. This means, if you are serious about getting a decent photograph during the golden hours, you are looking at about 1AM - 3 AM! Couple that with turbulent weather, and you will be chasing good weather in the wee hours of the days...
This was shot near Mjóafjarðarvegur, a glacial lake with some ice melting in the horizon situated right by the roadside.
EXIF - f/11 18mm ISO 200 55secs
Thanks for viewing and have a great week ahead everyone!
#36 - 100 x challenge - Lensbaby
My grandson loves a babyccino...for the uninitiated that's frothy milk posing as a cappuccino. After a hard day's work helping Pops in the garden and then making gingerbread men with Nanny, the little man had earned his babyccino. HMBT
Lensbaby Velvet 56 and Omni filter
It was only while I was processing this image that I really noticed the remarkable resemblance of the Tawny Frogmouth's chest feathers and that of the tree bark.
Masters of Camouflage. It is mainly because this Tawny is a regular at this tree and little branch that he is easy for us to find. Trying to point the bird out to the uninitiated is very tricky as they blend in so well!
It was late afternoon. Long shadows pressed against the warm soil, breathing life into it, urging new life to come forth. As polite and uninitiated as I was in those days, I couldn’t leave the solitary singer. I felt I knew the innermost song of her heart. And yet, at the same time, I knew I was intruding into an intimacy that was not mine. It was no one’s but hers. Hers and the one to whom she sang. [from Antonia of Venice - www.amazon.com/dp/952711456X/ref=cm_sw_su_dp ]
my textures
A clean DB Cargo-liveried loco really does brighten up a dull day and this one, "Shed' unit 66106, did just that as it wheeled around the curve towards Bridgend station with the 8.27am Newport Docks - Margam Yard (6R79) loaded steel slab.
Ultimately destined for Tata's Port Talbot steel works for further manufacture, imported slab is seen as a temporary solution after closure of the company's two blast furnaces in 2024 (which brought to an end traditional steel making), and prior to completion of an electric arc furnace line in a £1.25bn investment plan which will allow scrap steel to be melted and repurposed at the site. To the uninitiated (being me), that's the current plan as I read it anyway.
To more mundane matters, the noisy appearance of the train seems to have caught the eye of at least one of the individuals in the car park who, judging by the empty bags in hand, has arrived to do a weekly shop at the nearby Aldi.
The 'Shed' is throwing out a bit of exhaust, perhaps unsurprisingly given the 2600 tonne trailing load. Looks best full-screen.
10.44am, 11th October 2025
Another great night at the Cameron. Around Christmas it is very busy, Doghouse Orchestra at Cameron is a Sunday institution. For the uninitiated, you just have to be there to understand. Bruce McKinnon on drums, Michael Eckert- steel guitar, Jason Jones- Guitar, my favorite trombone player Charlotte McAfee Brunner was there, Matt Coldwell-bass, Donovan Locke- vocals of the regular dogs, plus Rudy Ray on trumpet, Shamus Currie another trombone and perhaps few more after my bedtime. My friend Karina sung later, but I was home already.
Just the day before, on Saturday, it was over capacity. I was barred from entering, as I did not have the right credentials. It was really, unofficially, a party for musicians.
396. Cameron.; Taken 2024-Dec 22. P1260650; Upload 2024-Dec 23.
It never gets old having the opportunity to showcase the absolute wonder and natural beauty of planet earth. After a wild day of monsoons swept the Winslow, AZ area, the sunset was simply the most spectacular I have ever witnessed in my time as a photographer. I was elated as headlights showed in the distance, and an eastbound hotshot intermodal appeared, running eastbound as the San Francisco peaks were illuminated in surreal lighting. For the uninitiated, it's hard to explain the feeling you get capturing a scene like this one. It's what keeps us going back for more, filling up our coffee before sunrise, and appreciating the unreal wonder of our natural environment. Happy earth day, mother nature: you keep creating scenes like this, and I promise I'll keep shooting them.
This lovely Pepperwood Tree fronts some of the Fess Parker (Davy Crockett to the uninitiated) golden wine coming your way.
Gymnosporangium juniperi-virginianae is a plant pathogen that causes cedar-apple rust.
On the Eastern Red Cedar host, the fungus produces reddish-brown galls from 1/4 to 1 inch in diameter. These galls can be mistaken for cone structures by the uninitiated. After reaching a diameter of about 1/2 inch, they show many small circular depressions. In the center of each depression is a small, pimple-like structure. In the spring these structures elongate into orange gelatinous protrusions or horns. The spore-bearing horns swell during rainy periods in April and May. The wind carries the microscopic spores to infect apple leaves, fruit and young twigs on trees within a radius of several miles of the infected tree.
L'Oie de Ross est souvent difficile à identifier pour les non initiés.
Oie blanche de petite taille , on la retrouve dans les troupeau d'oie des neiges, lors de la migration.
Outre sa petite taille, on remarque son petit bec, dépourvu de sourire, ainsi qu'une tache bleutée verruqueuse à la base du bec. Cette tâche s'accentuera avec l'âge.
Ross's Goose is often difficult to identify for the uninitiated.
Small white goose, it is found in the flock of snow geese, during migration.
In addition to its small size, we notice its small beak, devoid of a smile, as well as a bluish warty spot at the base of the beak. This stain will increase with age.
Doghouse at Cameron on Easter Sunday. That's says all, for me. For the uninitiated, you just have to be there, to understand. I have not been for few months, but glad, I came this Easter Sunday. Jesus would have risen, to be there.
Trumpeter's Tom Moffett birthday brought to Cameron House more musicians than usually. Mo Mitchell, Tom Moffett, Bruce McKinnon, Michael Eckert, Jason Jones, Trombone Charlotte, Matt Coldwell, Donovan Locke of the regular dogs, plus Jesse Whiteley, Joel Visentin, Andrew Moljgun on piano, Emily Ferrell on trombone, Jared Higgins, and Tzvi Sherman on guitar, first time guest Djerdan Baiano on percussions, Tangi Lion, Ori Dagan and perhaps few more after my bedtime.
317. Cameron House P1100469; 2024-March 31. Upload 2024-April 07.
The video is from the same day as the photo. The song is by Tanya Tucker. The sound is not great, but you get the idea.
♫Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today
To take you to his mansion in the sky?♫
www.facebook.com/100012843616852/videos/7432340830138249?...
On Saturday, I was up at 0500 and out the door for a very important mission. CSXT 3194, the Honoring Law Enforcement Unit, was leading a northbound train on the RF&P sub. My Dad spent 35 proud years as a State Trooper, so seeing this unit was a top priority for me. As I stood along the frozen banks of Powell's Creek, a gorgeous sunrise illuminated the impressive span as the honoring law enforcement unit led I135 northbound. This photo has special meaning to me, and for any of you who are on the job, or retired from it, you know you have my appreciation. For the uninitiated, police patrol vehicles in New England are simply referred to as "cruisers" or, in our accent, 'croozahs.' CSX sure does have a nice one.
This shot in Cobar Street, Lota on Brisbane's southern bayside shows two of the things to watch for in our city at this time of year. Firstly, we have the gorgeous Jacaranda Tree, thousands of which colour South East Queensland during the month. If you are lucky, you may find a couple of the much rarer white ones.
Somewhere in the trees not far away a pair of Australian Magpies also have a nest and young. During this time, an occasional male may swoop, a frightening experience for the unprepared and uninitiated but they are just protecting their territory and family of course. The males that swoop are very much in the minority.
If you live in Australia where Magpies live (and they certainly live in urban areas), one just has to be aware and take sensible precautions just as we do for the many sometimes scary insects and animals that co-inhabit our country. Our local Council also puts these warning signs up to encourage awareness.
We love our Magpies and we purposefully get to know them, talk to them and let them see and remember us in positive ways and this lessens the likelihood of issues. None of our locals swoop.
The young are mostly well and truly up and about now and a feature of our suburbs is the noise made by the constantly begging sounds as young Maggies seek food from parents.
We stopped and had some coffee and cake this morning at a cafe in Wynnum and at one stage I had a juvenile at my feet and another within inches of my face, in fact it took a peck of Jenny's cake!
In summary, Magpies are just wonderful!
Don't be alarmed, here's some information to help you deal with "swoopers" -
birdlife.org.au/news/its-magpie-swooping-season-once-agai...
My 'Queens of the Night' (Epiphyllum oxypetalum) have arrived in profusion this year. Their delicious fragrance was overwhelming as I lay down in my little 'pavilion' to get different perspectives. What an annual delight — and Christmas present! In my Gold Coast hinterland garden. For the uninitiated, each flower is about 200mm across and blooms well after darkness falls then lasts only a few hours closing well before dawn. But what a treat!
The plural of anecdote is not data, but from a few encounters it seems to me that Pileated Woodpeckers working on fallen logs on the forest floor are more approachable than those working higher up. In any event, this one stayed put and let me get very close. That was a particularly good thing as there were a lot of fine branches to shoot through, and I had to crunch my way back and forth on the frozen ground to find a clear angle on the bird.
For non-North Americans, Pileateds are our big woodpecker (crow-sized), and a gateway species that draw people into bird watching. They go about their lives fairly unobtrusively, overlooked most of the time. Occasionally, though, they will work a tree like this one and provide great views. For the uninitiated, it's a tremendous sight that can open eyes to the wider beauty of all the birds around us.
"Lucelle – ich glaube, ich habe diesen Namen in einem Buch über Zisterzienserklöster gelesen. Ich beschliesse, hinzugehen, obwohl ich nicht einmal weiss, ob sich der Ort in der Schweiz oder in Frankreich befindet. Tatsächlich liegt das europäische Begegnungszentrum in Frankreich, während sich das ehemalige Kloster genau auf der Grenze befindet. Obwohl der Ort sehr geschichtsträchtig ist, gibt es für nicht Eingeweihte wenig zu sehen. Trotzdem mache ich an diesem herrlichen Frühlingstag einen schönen Spaziergang um den idyllischen See."
Juliette
"Lucelle - I seem to remember reading that name in a book about Cistercian abbeys. I decide to go there, not really sure whether it is in Switzerland or France. In fact, I discover that the European meeting centre is in France and the former abbey straddles the border. Although the place is steeped in history, it must be said that there isn't much for the uninitiated to see here. All the same, I take the chance to enjoy a nice walk around the lake, which looks wonderful on this fine spring day."
Juliette
For the uninitiated:
The Harley-Davidson VRSC (V-twin racing street custom), or V-Rod, is a line of V-twin cruiser motorcycles made by Harley-Davidson from 2002 until 2017. They are often called muscle bikes for their relatively high power output. The V-Rods are the first street motorcycles made by Harley-Davidson with overhead camshafts and liquid cooling.
The VRSC was introduced in 2001 in a single model called the V-Rod aiming to compete against Japanese and American muscle bikes. The V-Rod's Revolution engine was developed for road use by Harley Davidson engineers with the help from a few Porsche engineers from Harley-Davidson's VR1000 V-twin racing bike engine.
A "late registered" one from about 2020 will still set you back in the region of £20,000
A Sunday afternoon in Matlock Bath, Derbyshire UK.
I wrote a blog post to let my readers know what's been goin' on, and I just couldn't resist.
For the uninitiated (and those who need to hear it now): www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ5LpwO-An4
Credits are at the post: digitalregeneration.com/i-said-hey-whats-goin-on/
I have quite a few photographs of this Mill in my photostream firstly because it's so photogenic and secondly they do a mean sausage sandwich and Latte combo - to the uninitiated or if your from the North, that's a milky coffee, you tend to find them in Starbucks and other plastic places - but here in the old courtyard cafe...........magical!!
Also to mark the occasion I thought I'd try something different or new, well it is to me. This texture is not by my usual suspects it's from Pareeerica.
We wouldn't want to become predictable now would we.................
I popped out here this evening to try some long exposures with my Lee 'big stopper' (it's a 10stop, approx ND1000- reduces light coming through by a factor of a thousand)(to the uninitiated it's like a bit of welder's glass!). I am discovering that this is an exacting, unforgiving technique! My lens was on the blink and it started to drizzle so I didn’t manage much. This was the best so I played about with it a bit in Lightroom.
The Crowley Lake Columns were formed when cold water from the Sierra Mountains flowed over hot volcanic ash about 760,000 years ago. Over time, the lake waters eroded the windward side of the lake, exposing these very unique formations. A very hearty hike to get to them, but a kayak would be easy-peasy on a low-wind day (the winds here are stout - not for the uninitiated). The mosquitos just hatched, and they were hungry!
Or just ancient beech trees - although the far one has a different bark, perhaps oak?
The famous pollarded beech trees of Burnham Beeches are mostly between 450 and 550 years old. Pollarding, the cutting back of new growth at about head height for varied domestic use, stopped about 200 years ago, but in that time new trees have been planted and some are being pollarded for the pleasure of future generations.
Ents, for the uninitiated, are ancient tree people in Lord of the Rings. If I remember the book correctly they are of great age and as the Age of Man dawns they are becoming older and stiffer until they stop moving at all and become trees and are forgotten. I suspect Tolkien, no stranger to this area, must have known these trees, and perhaps was inspired by them.
The 1961 Chrysler 300G was the final year for fins on the 300, marking the end of Virgil Exner's FlightSweep designs, but they did go out in a grand way!
Chrysler's first-generation Letter Cars hammered the competition during the 1955-'56 NASCAR seasons. The full-size fliers then went on to set speed records at Daytona in '57, prior to both the AMA ban on motorsports and NASCAR's embargo on elaborate fuel delivery systems. In spite of those two apparent setbacks, Chrysler continued to improve its top-of-the- line V-8 engine as well as the now-legendary luxury performance machine that engine came wrapped in. So, the mighty Letter Cars thundered on, in production form, at the command of well-heeled owners seeking grown-up thrills. By 1961, Chrysler had moved up the alphabet to the letter "G."
The post-'57 Letter Cars were no longer eligible for circle track racing, but the 300G was still a force to be reckoned with in street trim, thanks to performance equipment that not only sounded good—413 cubic inches, Cross-Ram, dual four-barrels—but backed it up with 375 or an optional 400 horsepower, delivering a 0-60-mph time of 8.2 seconds (Motor Life, April 1961). Though not the fastest time turned by contemporary road test periodicals, it occurred during a period when most full-size cars could barely achieve 60 mph in less than 10 or 11 seconds while simultaneously maintaining an air of luxury.
Today, the 1961 300G is among the legion of groundbreaking Mopar performance cars, respected for its stunning combination of power and styling. Its value is bolstered by low production numbers— just 1,280 hardtops and 337 convertibles were built. These cars remain in the upper stratosphere of postwar American collector cars, but prices in recent years have held steady. Is this your time to grab one of the few remaining pieces of Letter Car history? Here's what you should keep in mind when you begin to shop.
The Cross-Ram Induction system's 30-inch "Long Rams" hide the big 413 V-8 from view.
Engines
Chrysler engineers specified a 413-cu.in. wedge to go under the hood of every 300G. Introduced into the RB-Series of V-8s in 1959, the 413 had a 4.18-inch bore and a 3.75-inch stroke with a forged-steel crankshaft. Compression was advertised as 10.1:1 and the cylinder heads breathed through 2.08/1.60-inch intake/exhaust valves, while a .430-inch lift, 268-degree camshaft dictated valve action. Also included was a pair of Carter AFB four-barrel carburetors. There were, however, two versions of the 413 installed, which were differentiated by the intake manifolds.
Referred to as Ram Induction and initially appearing in 1960, the elongated aluminum intakes were designed based on much older principles involving resonance and its effect on a compression wave of, in this case, the fuel/air mixture. Though we won't go into greater depth regarding the physics here, intake tube length had a direct effect on the timing of the fuel delivery, or ramming, into each cylinder bore, maximizing engine output at certain rpm ranges.
A pair of Carter AFB four-barrel carburetors provide the fuel/air mix.
With these basics in mind, expansion of midrange output was the main target of the base 300G 413 and the engineers thus calculated 30-inch runners would be ideal. Referred to as the Long Ram intakes, they were designed to fit neatly under the hood and crisscross (hence the Cross Ram moniker) over the top of the engine, each fitted with a single four-barrel carburetor at the outboard location. In this configuration, the engine hit 375 hp at 5,000 rpm and 495 lb-ft of torque at 2,800 rpm, effectively providing passing power on demand without sacrificing full-throttle acceleration.
Optional was the high-performance Short Ram version. Though this intake system looked identical to the Long Ram at first blush, the separate internal runners measured only 15 inches in length, raising the engine's power band and enabling it to make peak horsepower at 5,200 rpm, with peak torque at 3,600 rpm. This meant that Chrysler's advertised Short Ram ratings were 400 hp and 465 lb-ft of torque.
Visually, a keen eye can spot the difference between the Long and Short Ram intakes. The Long Rams feature a visible valley between each pair of runners for the entire length; they also have a seven-digit casting number that begins with "19." Short Rams sport only a partial valley between runners; their seven-digit casting number begins with "21." Finally, Short Ram 413 engines were designed for those more interested in straight-line contests and are therefore the rarer of the two.
Transmissions
Backing either engine was the already-durable 727 TorqueFlite automatic, which was issued as standard equipment. Like other Chryslers of the day, the three-speed unit was shifted via pushbutton on the dash; it contained first and second gear ratios of 2.45:1 and 1.45:1, respectively. Replacing the French-made four-speed on the option chart was a floor-shifted three-speed manual, which is a relative rarity today. First and second gear ratios were 2.55:1 and 1.49:1; the two gears were not synchronized, making for some uncomfortable downshifts for the uninitiated. Furthermore, contemporary road tests complained of a long second-to-third gate while hinting that the better performer in transferring torque to the differential was the TorqueFlite.
Swivel front seats, upholstered in ventilated leather, were standard on the 300G.
Differential
The final transfer point for the torque from either engine was a standard 8.-inch open differential with semi-floating axles and a 3.23:1 final drive ratio, although some printed material suggests that a 3.15:1 ratio was employed when the three-speed manual was installed. While this unit was known for its durability, dealers were also able to provide a number of more highway-friendly or performance-oriented grear ratios, even if the optional Sure-Grip (positive traction) unit was installed on the assembly line.
Contemporary magazines reported an average mpg rating of 9 to 13 with a three-speed/3.23 arrangement, yet in terms of power off the line, both Motor Trend (8.3-second 0-60 mph) and Motor Life (8.2 seconds) stated that the 300G had more acceleration potential waiting to be unleashed if geared accordingly.
The center console provided some storage and housed a tachometer.
Chassis
Each 300G hardtop and convertible was derived from the New Yorker, which meant they shared the same basic unit-body/subframe platform and 126-inch wheelbase; however, the similarities were limited beyond that. For instance, though an independent front torsion bar suspension system was used, the 44 x 1.08-inch torsion bars were thicker and 40 percent stiffer than those on other Chryslers, rated for 175 lb-in. The same can be said of the rear semi-elliptic leaf-sprung suspension, rated for 135 lb-in (or 50 percent stiffer) than those on the New Yorker. For reference, the rear springs were comprised of seven leaves, measuring 60 x 2.50 inches. Power steering, with its 15.7:1 gear ratio, was also standard equipment, as were heavy-duty shocks.
In short, the chassis was engineered and better suited for high-speed highway travel and maneuverability rather than a short drive across the city. It could also handle short, quarter-mile blasts if, as discussed, geared accordingly.
Brakes
Although equipment upgrades were made in other areas, the hydraulic drum-brake system was the same as found in the New Yorker series. Drum brakes, measuring 12 x 2.50-inches, were utilized at each corner. Power assist was standard, so stopping the roughly 4,200-pound performer was easier; however, as with other drumbrake systems, each corner needed to be adjusted equally to prevent directional pull during sudden stops. Additionally, Chrysler employed two wheel cylinders per front assembly—a fact to keep in mind when seeking replacement parts.
Wheels and Tires
Unlike the previous 300F, the new 300G was bestowed with larger 15 x 6-inch pressed-steel wheels, which were then shod with 8.00-15 Goodyear Blue Streak "racing-type" tires that featured white sidewalls. According to one report, the width of the whitewall itself ranged from 3- to 3 3/16-inches. Vented "300" wheel covers completed the ensemble, and no options were available.
Body and Interior
Styling updates made to the '61 Chryslers, including the 300G, probably did more to generate higher sales than printed virtues touting the fleet's combination of power and comfort, marking the end of Virgil Exner's FlightSweep designs. The changes began with a complete revamp of the front end, where the grille was simply inverted. The top-to-bottom inward canted grille sides were harmoniously complemented by equally canted quad headlamps, running lamps, and bumper ends, while also matching the angle of the rear fins— which were also slightly redesigned. At the opposite end, the faux spare tire decklid inlay was scrapped, providing a cleaner expanse of sleek sheetmetal. Other than appropriate badging denoting the letter "G," little else appeared to change on the 219.8-inch-long body; the greenhouse and rear fenders were carry-over items, with the exception of the leading edge of the fins found on each door.
Interiors remained exquisitely plush. A full-length, front-to-rear tunneled center console divided the interior in two, creating four truly individual buckets seats wrapped in ventilated leather. Those front seats retained the swivel feature, making for easy ingress/egress, while the console was trimmed with ample amounts of chrome and padded armrests that flipped open to expose additional storage areas. The console also housed optional power window controls, ashtrays, and a tachometer.
Primary instruments resided in a dome-like, easy-to-read bubble; potential glare concerns were eliminated by means of a matching padded dash arch. The transmission's pushbutton controls resided to the left of the instrument cluster, balanced by radio, heat, and air controls to the right. Comfort and convenience options included power seats, power antenna, rear window defroster, and air conditioning.
Source: Hemmings
Anyone that even half way follows my photostream feed will know that this type of photo is not something I do very often. Actually it's not something I've EVER done. This is my quite naive attempt at ICM. That would be 'Intentional Camera Movement' to the uninitiated (of which I was one until very recently!).
At any rate this was taken on a recent photography break I took in Berlin in May and it was not something that I set out to photograph. I had the misfortune of getting stuck under a bridge near Schloss Charlottenburg during a particularly heavy thunderstorm. I was stood there for a good 45 minutes while the rain pelted it down (needless to say I did not have an umbrella with me). So out of sheer boredom I began my experiment in ICM. My first couple of attempts were instant throwaways as I moved the camera too slowly for the shutter speed I had set, giving me a slightly out of focus image that frankly a 2 year old might have taken. I then started to match the vertical movement of the camera with the shutter speed and out of around 5 or 6 attempts this one came out best. I kind of like it. But then again I know what it is. I do wonder what others will make of it. 🤔🤔
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
I won’t probably post any more shots for the rest of the week so decided to upload a few today!
Mt. Barney in SE Queensland is a climber’s and walker’s paradise, but like a few peaks in the border area also has numerous dangers for the uninitiated.
It was an overcast day with showers later, but a hole opened up and shone a bit of light on the base of the mountain but it steadfastly refused to go higher, no matter how long I waited.
It also has many faces and for quite a while on the journey we thought we wouldn’t get any decent shots because of the hilly and forested nature of the landscape. Luckily, we did find a few spots and this was probably the nicest of the views from the Rathdowney to Boonah Road. You can get closer of course if you want to climb it. We are a bit past that.
For those interested, all the details are here on the Wikipedia site.
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Barney_(Queensland)
- Emily Dickinson.
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With today's shot, I want to make a case for getting off the bed early to watch scenic vistas in the beautiful light of the morning golden hour. To the uninitiated, the golden hour happens about an hour after sunrise and an hour before sunset. During this time, the light is exceptionally warm in color tone bringing landscapes to life. Since the sun is at its low orbit, the light also tends to come from the side rather than overhead and side lighting is more flattering than the overhead variety. If you have any doubt, check next time a wedding or portrait photographer set up their light for a photo shoot.
As a landscape photographer, the side lighting and the warm tones are invaluable as there is no way to recreate them by any sort of artificial means. While I tend to agree with Forrest Gump's statement that “And then in the desert, when the sun comes up, I couldn't tell where heavens stopped and the earth began” its hard not to let the colors overwhelm the composition. Sunrise, on the other hand, provides a more subtle version of the same conditions, which helps in telling your story in a better way. In general, the scene has natural warm colors. I tend to prefer to shoot it in the morning and if it has colder tones then during sunset. There are other elements like the direction of light and elevation that often influence this decision, but that’s a topic for another day. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy this beautiful sunrise at Utah’s Dead Horse point State Park.
Recommended monitor brightness: 100% in brightly lit rooms; 80-90% in dim light.
National parks are touted as America’s best idea. In some sense, they really are a tremendous idea; these are our rare landscape and wilderness jewels, which must be enjoyed and preserved for generations to come. But if one wanders beyond their wanderlust in our parks’ anthropological history, an unsettling realization comes soon: many of these wonderful parks stand on stolen land. For example, what was once Shoshone-Bannock Tribe’s home is today your and mine Yellowstone national park. Yosemite was poached from Miwoks ruthlessly by the Mariposa Battalion, a formal state militia of non-native men, who were largely miners by trade. Glacier National Park was the home of Blackfeet Indians for ages as was the Grand Canyon of Havasupai, Hopi, Navajo, and Hualapai tribes. I could go on, but you get the point by now. With the exception of Bear Ears, creation of no other national park was sanctified by formal permission of the land’s original inhabitants. Instead, their blood and tears were abundantly used to ink proclamations for these parks.
The hustle doesn’t end there. The steal comes with a bit of silver-foil wrapping of the stolen product as well. We are told –and most of us innocently believe– that these parks are bastions of wilderness. Are they? Today’s Acadia (where the above photo was made) was the key port of activities for the Wabanaki –“the people of the Dawnland”– long before the pilgrims came and proclaimed the area as pristine land. Similarly, every other national park, often showcased as haven of wilderness, have been lived in by aboriginal Indians for thousands of years before. It’s just that these original land keepers did not construct roads, mines, and dams in their land but shaped it instead with deep reverence. The tribal perspective of ‘take care of the land so the land takes care of you’ left the land sustainable and beautifully wild. Today, to the fool and the uninitiated, such respectfully kept land indeed appears virgin wilderness.
Knowing now what you and I do, what shall we do different from here on? The NPS –to its credit– has made a concerted effort in recent years to include local tribes in maintenance and manifestation of the park idea. Alaskan parks are great models for such inclusivity. Also, the recent appointment of Chuck Sams as the first-ever Native American to head the NPS is an overdue nod towards acknowledging true shepherds of these slices of Eden. However, still a lot remains to be done. More than anything else, we all have a responsibility to undertake –as individuals– when we visit these treasured lands of ours. As one cannot be in the Sistine chapel without thinking of Michelangelo, no one should similarly experience Yosemite or Yellowstone without sparing thoughts for their indigenous keepers and architects. And in doing so, we could reconcile –at least partially and at a personal level– with our inherited sins.
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Background for this post: Recently, I got Rishabh a copy of QT Luong’s epic and much celebrated book on National Parks (Treasured Lands), which QT was kind enough to personally inscribe (made Rishabh ecstatic). While enjoying the beautiful book, I realized how little is spoken in popular platforms about issues highlighted above. Hence, my tiny bit of hope here towards an eventual course correction.
Background for this image: You may remember our busted attempt at witnessing an Acadian sunset from the Cadillac mountain. We went back again a couple of days later, this time to find the clouds rampaging the sky in E minor.
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PS: As an annual tradition now, I have curated ten of my personal favorite 2021 images. If two of your minutes need killing, I could give you ten excuses to do so.
Also know as Craggy Island parochial house. Went to see my nan in deepest darkest Ireland. Didn't take to many pictures as the only things to see within 50 miles are a cliff and some rocks and the weather was wet and grey (as it usually is). I did however make a short pilgrimage to Father ted's house which is just down the road from my nans.
For the uninitiated heres a short clip
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B34ydLx706s
Can watch full episodes here
One of the most iconic (and very tasty) dishes of the southern United States is shrimp and grits. A classic of Southern cuisine, the dish is found on menus at Michelin-starred restaurants and local holes in the wall alike throughout the Southern United States.
Nathalie Dupree, a noted Southern food writer and cooking show host, devoted her book Nathalie Dupree's Shrimp and Grits to some 60 variations of this one dish. Its opening line reads, "Shrimp and grits, one of the South's beloved foods, leaves a lingering taste and a folkloric mystique that borders on the mystical."
For the uninitiated, grits are a porridge that can vary in consistency and is made from boiled cornmeal.
This particular version was my lunch at Natty Greene’s Brewery In Greensboro, North Carolina. Highly recommended. [Edit: a previous version incorrectly stated that this photo was taken at Ceviche’s in Wilmington, NC, an excellent restaurant that also serves wonderful shrimp and grits, but not where this photo was taken].
Cityscape of Midtown Manhattan, from Weehawken NJ, during blue hour sunset.
Paisaje urbano de Midtown Manhattan, desde Weehawken NJ, durante la hora azul del atardecer.
What is blue hour?
For the uninitiated blue hour is a phenomena that happens after sunset and before sunrise. Sunset and sunrise is known as the “golden hour” as that’s when magic happens in the sky.
In fact many landscape photographers only shoot during these times as that’s when the light is most dramatic.
¿Qué es la hora azul?
Para los no iniciados, la hora azul es un fenómeno que ocurre después del atardecer y antes del amanecer. El atardecer y el amanecer se conocen como la "hora dorada", ya que es cuando ocurre la magia en el cielo.
De hecho, muchos fotógrafos de paisajes solo disparan durante estos momentos
For the uninitiated, Australia can be a strange place. All those reports of kangaroos jumping down the streets, but where are they? We do a fair bit of country driving, especially on holidays but we drove nearly 2500 kilometres to Cooktown in North Queensland and back again even further the inland way (a couple of years back) and saw just two kangaroos! But we can drive ten minutes down the road in suburban Brisbane and see a mob of 30+ kangaroos enjoying a wild and free life.
At the same time, if you know where to go elsewhere in urban South East Queensland, you can also find those streets with kangaroos.
Today we went for a drive to a camel farm west of Brisbane and on the way, finally came across the first wild Koala we have seen since 1980! It happens, they are out there if you know where to look. Obviously we don't! But this one was literally just beside the road! At last....and we were over the moon. Stupidly, I had forgotten to pack my usual 28-300mm lens which would have closed in on this one very well, so we are making do with what we can, while we can (i.e. 120mm)!
And of course it is a marsupial, not a bear in sight, ever!
This one is for our friend May (Maybe) who has been teasing us with her Koala shots for ages!
That was the name of the caterpillar in Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland." Just for the info for the uninitiated ;)
One of the architectural gems in Lisbon, Portugal, is the glorious Rossio railway station in the centre of town. With its wonderfully ornate horseshoe portals, this place really is something to behold!
It started life in the 1880s as Estação Central (Central Station) and each horseshoe has one of the words above it. The station was designed in 1886 by the architect José Luís Monteiro. The style is neo-Manueline (which, to the uninitiated like me, translates as Portuguese Gothic Revival), and it’s this which makes the station one of Lisbon's most striking sights.
So… where are the trains? They arrive and depart from the platforms via a tunnel which is 2.9km (1.8 miles) long – and, along with the architecture, that’s the other wonder of this superb railway terminal.
It's been so wet in Queensland that the frogs have taken to riding on the emus' heads to get away from the floods. OK, we have to have a laugh today!
This mural by Fiona Groom is in Nambour in South East Queensland where street art is a booming industry.
For those who aren't familiar with the native Australian Emu which takes pride of place on the Australian Coat of Arms with the Kangaroo, it is the world's second tallest flightless bird and a true icon of our great land. Despite their size, unlike our other large flightless bird, the Cassowary, the Emu can be quite tame enough, in captivity at least to eat out of your hand although because of its height/size and rather deep thumping noise which seems to come from deep inside its body, it can be a bit unnerving for the uninitiated.
Here is the Wiki article on them - long may they live happily wherever they roam.
Up until this point, the Northern Lights have eluded us - usually because we're in bed by 23:00 hrs. This time we actually stumbled on them purely by accident. We'd gone to a favorite haunt to see what the sunset was doing - more so for my better half - as I was still feeling under the weather from a virus. In any case, while she was photographing, I was in the car where it was warm, flipped through Facebook, and stumbled on a "KP5 Warning" from The Great Lakes Aurora Hunters. I have no idea what that meant but it looked serious. At the same time another photographer arrived and began setting up. When I asked her about it, she got very exited and started quoting all kinds of numbers and statistics that meant nothing to me.
So we waited to see what would happen and after dark, a faint fog seemed to arc over the northern horizon. There was jubilation from the other two and they talked about never having seen it that bright before. Still wondering what all the fuss was about, I started to see some interruptions in the patterns of the arc, then spikes reaching high overhead, and finally, hints of green and fuchsia. By then I was running back to the car to grab my own camera.
For the next three hours, we alternated by watching and photographing. At one point there appeared to be soft waves of light that flashed up very fast from the horizon - like flames reaching up.
Camera settings included ISO varying from 1600-2000, f2.8-5.6 and shutter speeds of 15 - 30 seconds. No time to think -
just do!
To end this long winded description I'll have to be honest and say the intensity of the lights in this image is not what we actually saw. The light was softer and the colors not as vibrant. But it WAS there and the longer you looked away from the camera LCD, the more visible it became. For the uninitiated like me, It was truly one of those rare "hallelujah" moments!
In my childhood, I spent more time than I'd like to admit wrangling Tetris on NES. And folks familiar with the game will know that on the opening screen, there's an image of this very cathedral. Here's what it looks like, for those uninitiated.
So, when I saw this building in the flesh, the little kid in me was awakened, bringing with her innocent childhood memories and tears of joy.
The square format I picked for this shot is a tribute to the game -- the square piece that ended my near-record-breaking games many times over.
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That name was too tempting considering the milky way but to be clear, for the local Aboriginal people the cultural significance of the giant boulders of Karlu Karlu has nothing to do with the Rainbow Serpent.
One of the Dreaming stories that can be told to the uninitiated visitors implies the figure of Arrange, the Devil Man, who worn a hair-string belt as a traditional adornment for the initiated men. While he was twirling the hair to make strings he dropped clusters of hair on the ground, which turned into the rock boulders.
Karlu Karlu / Devils Marbles Conservation Reserve, Northern Territory - Australia.
Off to London again for another occasional visit, and obviously the camera came too.
As I was in that neck of the woods I thought I would check how much Brexit activity was going on in Whitehall, but as this was a Thursday most of the protestors had given it a miss (for the uninitiated, there are key votes going on in Parliament on Wednesdays at the moment).
On the plus side I did get the chance to capture this unobstructed view of the gates and other security measures across the entrance to Downing Street - they are not messing about these days.
Pure reverie may take the form of a 'special' train of thought, leading the daydreamer away from being aware of thier immediate surroundings, and concentrating more and more on the vast diamond of pure imaginational escapism.
To an uninitiated observer, they may appear merely to be affecting a blank stare into the distance, and only a sudden stimulus will startle the daydreamer out of their reverie and back into a world mass inauthenticy, mindless duty, and unnecessary small talk.
One of the great architectural delights in Lisbon, Portugal, is the glorious facade of Rossio railway station in the centre of the city. With its wonderfully ornate horseshoe portals, this place really is something to behold.
It started life in the 1880s as Estação Central (Central Station) and each horseshoe has one of the words above it – 'Estação' on the left; 'Central' on the right.
The station was designed in 1886 by the architect José Luís Monteiro. The style is neo-Manueline (which, to the uninitiated like me, translates as Portuguese Gothic Revival), and it’s this which makes the station one of Lisbon's most striking sights.
So… where are the trains? They arrive and depart from the platforms via a tunnel which is 2.9km (1.8 miles) long – and, along with the architecture, that’s the other wonder of this superb railway terminal.
See my wider, night-time, perspective of this beautiful structure here.
"Circle of Mud" (Flo Bauer) en concert au Festival Floss à Bâle (Suisse) le 22-08-2022
Un Blues-Rock roots et moderne
"Circle of Mud" nait sous l'impulsion de Gino Monachello aux guitares et lapsteel, rejoint par Flo Bauer au chant et à la guitare, puis par une section rythmique de choc, à savoir Mathieu Zirn à la batterie et Franck Bedez à la basse.Le tout dirigé d'une main de maître par David Husser, prodige de la réalisation. Le groupe nous livre un Blues-Rock roots et moderne, apprécié autant des passionnés que des non-initiés. C'est la force de ce projet : délivrer une musique accessible et profonde à la fois. "Circle of Mud" sort son premier album le 22 Octobre 2021.Cerise sur le gâteau : le groupe signe son premier opus chez Dixiefrog Records, label référence dans le milieu du Blues en France.
VIDEOS :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc5ft08OUyM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DlwAof7tmk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBqWKTX0IpY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDRHDuY45w
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wad-2Jpo6uk
A Blues-Rock roots and modern
"Circle of Mud" was born under the impulse of Gino Monachello on guitars and lapsteel, joined by Flo Bauer on vocals and guitar, then by a shocking rhythm section, namely Mathieu Zirn on drums and Franck Bedez on bass. All directed with a masterful hand by David Husser, prodigy of realization. The band gives us a Blues-Rock roots and modern, appreciated as much by the enthusiasts as the uninitiated. This is the strength of this project: delivering accessible and deep music at the same time. Circle of Mud" released its first album on October 22, 2021.Cherry on the cake: the band signs its first album with Dixiefrog Records, a leading label in the French blues industry.
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Merci beaucoup pour vos visites , commentaires et favoris♥
Thank you very much for your visits, comments and favorites
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I spent two days tramping the fells in a prime photographic location looking for “that photo”. I may have got one or two I like but all the external ingredients were not there. On the first day I had atmosphere in spades, on the second I had a little light but no atmospherics. My third day was ear marked for my first love walking the fells and that I did, but of course I still carried a camera, I always have. So on that day I’m not looking for that photo, I may have got one. That photo, what is it? To me “that photo” is an image of a beautiful place taken at a time when it’s being enchanted by those special ingredients, atmosphere and light, and a little unique detail that catch a moment in time. I’ve call this image “Over the pass” as it catches a glimpse of the southern descent or ascent of the Kirkstone pass road as it emerges from the clag above of the open fells and winds into the tree line below, in inclement conditions this would be safer ground, sanctuary from the hostile pass. The micro climate forming clag (thick mist to the uninitiated) is rising from the trees to join the overcast heavens above as a little sunlight breaks through to catch the rusty bracken fellside. Our story unfolds, as a delivery van slowly winds down the pass following the slower tanker, on straighter roads an obstacle to pass but on kirkstone it’s a comforting leader to follow. It’s a tiny element in this scene but it’s a detail that picked this photo out for attention among the several I took before and after of this amazing light.
"Circle of Mud" (Flo Bauer) en concert au Festival Floss à Bâle (Suisse) le 22-08-2022
Un Blues-Rock roots et moderne
"Circle of Mud" nait sous l'impulsion de Gino Monachello aux guitares et lapsteel, rejoint par Flo Bauer au chant et à la guitare, puis par une section rythmique de choc, à savoir Mathieu Zirn à la batterie et Franck Bedez à la basse.Le tout dirigé d'une main de maître par David Husser, prodige de la réalisation. Le groupe nous livre un Blues-Rock roots et moderne, apprécié autant des passionnés que des non-initiés. C'est la force de ce projet : délivrer une musique accessible et profonde à la fois. "Circle of Mud" sort son premier album le 22 Octobre 2021.Cerise sur le gâteau : le groupe signe son premier opus chez Dixiefrog Records, label référence dans le milieu du Blues en France.
VIDEOS :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc5ft08OUyM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DlwAof7tmk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBqWKTX0IpY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDRHDuY45w
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wad-2Jpo6uk
A Blues-Rock roots and modern
"Circle of Mud" was born under the impulse of Gino Monachello on guitars and lapsteel, joined by Flo Bauer on vocals and guitar, then by a shocking rhythm section, namely Mathieu Zirn on drums and Franck Bedez on bass. All directed with a masterful hand by David Husser, prodigy of realization. The band gives us a Blues-Rock roots and modern, appreciated as much by the enthusiasts as the uninitiated. This is the strength of this project: delivering accessible and deep music at the same time. Circle of Mud" released its first album on October 22, 2021.Cherry on the cake: the band signs its first album with Dixiefrog Records, a leading label in the French blues industry.
© Philippe Haumesser. TOUS DROITS RESERVES - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©.
Merci beaucoup pour vos visites , commentaires et favoris♥
Thank you very much for your visits, comments and favorites
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This Brown Pelican (juvenile) wasn’t in a hurry to leave the perch it had found in the middle of the bayou and stuck around for a few more snaps. They really can be quite accommodating at times. Photo taken on Horsepen Bayou.
A bit of an update as well. I am fully recovered from my bout with Covid and am back to my old routine and gaining strength. I’ll get my walk and weights in here in a bit. The hand was a temporary issue and is back to normal, but I still have a large number of files to purge before the new computer arrives on Thursday. All in time.
Also want to add that the learning lesson with the young alligator almost jumping into the canoe happened many years ago even before I began taking my camera out on the water. The alligator was absolutely no threat whatsoever as I no longer paddle close to the shore. These lumpy lizards are far be it from me too try and predict when they might crawl or LAUNCH into the water. The uninitiated think that the alligator is coming into the water to attack them, but those who spend a lot of time on the water know that all they are merely trying to get away and merely just want to be left alone. You have to take them on their terms and find them to be quite passive until mating season rolls around. Wishing everyone a wonderful weekend. Stay warm.
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