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"Sleepwalker, I feel my way through forest and gorge,

Fantastically around me a magic circle glows;

Not caring whether I'm courted or cursed,

I follow truly my inner calling.

 

How often that reality in which they live

Has wakened me and summoned me to itself!

I stood there disillusioned and frightened

And soon crept away again.

 

Oh, warm home that they steal me away from,

Oh, dream of love that they trouble in me,

I flee back to you down a thousand

Close paths, as water returns to the sea."

 

( Hermann Hesse - from 'Wanderings')

 

Nikkon D700, Nikkor 17-35mm @ 17 mm

0.6s @ f/8, ISO 100,

Singh Ray 2 stop hard GND

View On Black

Road - "The Levellers" - Play this track here..

 

¿Whats this iPod Shuffle set all about? Read about it here

 

See this shot on Alamy here

 

The Levellers are an English rock band, founded in 1988 and based in Brighton, England. Their musical style is was influenced by punk and traditional/folk music. It is unclear whether the band got its name from a democratic faction of Oliver Cromwell's New Model Army; or according to guitarist, Simon Friend, was chosen from a dictionary.

 

They are Mark Chadwick, Jeremy Cunningham, Charlie Heather, Simon Friend, Jonathan Sevink and Matt Savage. Originally, all of the band's earnings being put together in a fund from which the members were paid the same amount every day.

 

1991 saw the release of their second album, Levelling the Land, the source of this track. The LP was a massive success, entering the charts at number 14. The anthemic single "One Way", despite not reaching the Top 40, became a popular song and live favourite for years to come among the travelling and indie community. Levelling the Land is often cited as an all-time classic amongst people who were students or travellers in the early 1990s.

 

The band are still active. For a good starting point, track down 'One Way of Life: The Very Best of The Levellers'. Tell 'em I sent you :-)

 

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During the Jacobite rising of 1745, Edinburgh was briefly occupied by Jacobite forces before their march into England. Following their ultimate defeat at the Battle of Culloden, near Inverness, there was a period of reprisals and pacification, largely directed at the Catholic Highlanders.

 

In Edinburgh the Hanoverian monarch attempted to gain favour by supporting new developments to the north of the castle, naming streets in honour of the King and his family; George Street, Frederick Street, Hanover Street and Princes Street shown in this image at dusk, named in honour of George III's two sons.

 

The historic centre of Edinburgh is divided into two by the broad green swath of Princes Street Gardens. To the south the view is dominated by Edinburgh Castle, perched atop the extinct volcanic crag, and the long sweep of the Old Town trailing after it along the ridge. To the north lies Princes Street and the New Town. The gardens were begun in 1816 on bogland which had once been the Nor Loch.

 

One of the Edinburgh tramlines can be seen on the right. Edinburgh Trams is a forthcoming tramway system which is currently under construction in Edinburgh, Scotland. It will be the first tram system in Edinburgh since the city’s previous network, Edinburgh Corporation Tramways, shut down in 1956.

 

The new tram system was originally scheduled to come into operation in July 2011, but the estimated completion date is now 2014, and will initially consist of one line running east-west across the city. Further extensions are planned. Originally budgeted at a cost of £375 million in 2003, the tram system is now anticipated to cost over £600 million.

 

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(c) TonySmith Hotpix / HotpixUK

 

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12" x 16" Watercolor

Arches 140#CP

 

It's been cold. The northeast has been hit with a whopper of a blizzard. And here in the sunny south, there are plum trees in bloom, a colorful haze of opening tree buds in the woodlands, and lawns greening up ... It's nutty weather.

 

I was going through some of my archived 'favorites' and ran across Sharon's incredible photo of this pond. I painted it before in the fall www.flickr.com/photos/linfrye/6922576182/ but wanted to warm my chilly bones and paint it again with the feeling of summertime. I wanted to enrich the reflections so I could include it in the Sertoma's Spring Show "Reflections." Please see Sharon's photo here www.flickr.com/photos/dubonnet/6228002665/ as well as her other wonderful, beautiful and moving work! Thank you Sharon for your gracious permission to use your image once more as an inspiration!

 

It's been an 'over-the-top' busy week ... finished teaching one set of classes near where I used to work, continued teaching classes near my home, met some friends for lunch, was out of town with a friend for a wonderful, 'simple pleasures' party of food tastings, and spent the last two days sitting myself down and finishing many needed chores like art submissions, class write-ups, preparing for an Herb talk due in 8 weeks (have more work to do on that - but my hand-outs are almost ready), preparing paintings for exhibits, etc, etc. I know, I know, those who told me it would be this way once I retired were certainly correct ... who'd have thought?! LOL

 

My prayers are with those in the eye of the storm; hope my thoughts and this image warms them a bit .. Have a super, safe, and warm weekend!

  

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7" x 11" Yupo Paper

Alcohol Ink

 

We awoke to temps in the 30s this morning, frost making its first appearance and announcing that the splendid fall we've been enjoying will soon come to an end.

 

I am loathe to let go of my favorite season and so I'll continue to brighten the shortening days with vivid colors on my palette and extend the season a bit longer.

 

From Hal Borland's "Sundial of the Seasons" (1964) "Frost Walks the Valleys:"

 

"First frost has walked through the valleys under the half moon. You could hear it whispering through the fallen leaves as it hurried down the hillsides in the evening, feel its crisp breath as it passed you on a country road. And at dawn you could see its path, glistening on the goldenrod stems and powdering the purple asters. Midmorning, and the tender gardens in the lowlands had limp and blackened rows of tomato vines to mark its path.....

 

First frost is like a newcomer in a strange country, following the beaten paths of the valleys .....

 

Meanwhile, there will be mornings when the valleys are lakes of mist, with the frost there beneath them. There will be noons when the valley air is almost touched with June. There will be evenings when the long light on the hillsides is full of magic. And there will be nights when the wood smoke wreathes the starlight in the hollows.

 

But once first frost has passed this way, the pattern is set ..... and after that the frost will walk boldly over the land."

 

Catch the color while we can! Happy Weekend!

"Every time you feel lost, confused, think about trees, remember how they grow. Remember that a tree with lots of branches and few roots will get toppled by the first strong wind, while the sap hardly moves in a tree with many roots and few branches. Roots and branches must grow in equal measure, you have to stand both inside things and above them, because only then will you be able to offer shade and shelter, only then will you be able to cover yourself with leaves and fruit at the proper season.

And later on, when so many roads open up before you, you don’t know which to take, don’t pick one at random; sit down and wait. Breathe deeply, trustingly, the way you breathed on the day you came into the world, don’t let anything distract you, wait and wait some more. Stay still, be quiet, and listen to your heart. Then, when it speak, get up and go where it takes you."

Susanna Tamaro, Follow your heart, 1994

 

"Ogni volta che ti sentirai smarrita, confusa, pensa agli alberi, ricordati del loro modo di crescere. Ricordati che un albero con molta chioma e poche radici viene sradicato al primo colpo di vento, mentre in un albero con molte radici e poca chioma la linfa scorre a stento. Radici e chioma devono crescere in egual misura, devi stare nelle cose e starci sopra, solo così potrai offrire ombra e riparo, solo così alla stagione giusta potrai coprirti di fiori e frutti.

Quando poi davanti a te si apriranno tante strade e non saprai quale prendere, non imboccarne una a caso, ma siediti e aspetta. Respira con la profondità fiduciosa con cui hai respirato il giorno in cui sei venuta al mondo, senza farti distrarre da nulla, aspetta e aspetta ancora. Stai ferma, in silenzio, e ascolta il tuo cuore. Quando poi ti parla, alzati e va' dove lui ti porta."

Susanna Tamaro, Va' dove ti porta il cuore, 1994

It's late summer, and the sun is going down for the night. Sometimes, wind, clouds, humidity and dust, get mixed up in the atmosphere in just the right amounts, and we get treated to a long, languid, blood red and orange descent into the deep purple and midnight blue of night's darkness.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoYG-GENrc0 - Endless Summer, Chieli Minucci.

 

Most times I fish until it is too dark to see. But when I get teased with the possibility of a sunset such as this, I pack it in early on the fishing, go straight to the car, and start driving west. I can't catch up to a sunset - not without warp drive - but I can drive straight into it, trying to chase it down like a cheetah on a gazelle. Perhaps I can make one minute of fading light and changing color last for two minutes, maybe even three. What should take the sun and the curve of the earth 20 minutes to do, I hope to drag out to 40 by flat out hauling ass and driving straight into it.

 

Eventually though, sunset outruns me and a dark shroud cloaks the landscape. It is usually a good chase, but, as we've been told many times, "you gotta' know when to fold 'em." Take my foot off the gas, slow down, breathe. Looking at the odometer, I can see my westbound, sunset rundown put me an extra hour away from home. But time spent wanderin' on the road, camera and fishin' gear at hand, always beats gettin' home early. I'll get there when I get there. If not, well that's what credit cards and lonely, out-of-the-way, off-the-beaten-track motels are for. Such a gift it is, to have such feelings of freedom open to one. Not everyone does.

 

As you dig into the back-roads of Illinois, the land changes over from city to 'burbs to farm country. In summer, you can drive with the windows down, hot air blowin’ in, and mini-dust devils forming on the dash. Sometimes, I like to sing when I'm drivin' around like this. Loudly. It's cool as animals have neither hands to cover their ears nor thumbs to turn down on you. They can't roll their eyes at my fractured notes either, although a few have been known to hiss, growl and howl at my efforts.

 

There are big `ole bugs on these back roads - bigger than anything we have in the City. You catch them briefly in your headlights, just moments before they go “thunk - splat - and - spread” across the windshield. They'll do this on your forehead as well should you be silly enough stick it out the window while you're driving 60. Dogs and kids love to stick their heads out the windows of moving cars, mouths and noses open to inhale the wind. Secretly, so do many men (especially if we're driving alone or seriously soused). I've eaten more than a few bugs this way. I call them "throat-ticklers."

 

Come dusk the air gets thick with clouds of gnats, dragonflies and damselflies, mayflies and caddisflies, fireflies and ladybugs; apparently, houseflies have some company out here. Animals - big, untethered ones - wander about in darkening fields. It seems that our urban leash-laws haven't a place out here. (It's amazing that 400-pound beasts in the country are more amenable to human orders than city-bred 20-pound, yip-yapping, ankle-biting dogs back in town who desperately run amok when lucky enough to get out the damn house.)

 

It smells different out here, on these two lane, blacktop roads. It smells like earth (quite different than our city dirt) It smells like animals too...and like water...like heaven. "Aaaah," you think, "it's the smells of the City that are actually odd...foreign...not these." As you drive past the occasional home or through small towns, if people are out and about, they’ll watch you drive by - their gazes a mix of curious and suspicious - but if you wave, they’ll usually wave back.

 

Sometimes I hear the drone of aircraft. Up in the sky, I might catch sight of one of those little single-engine, bi-wing, crop dusters. Whether fishing or driving I always hope they are still working the skies as the sun goes down. I am captivated by them. With their engines droning and groaning, they writhe about the sky, twisting, turning, swooping, diving and climbing with what looks to be reckless, joyous abandon, I think to myself, "now THAT is flying. Although I have a fear of heights and don't like big commercial airplanes, in those little machines, I feel like what I imagine birds might feel (or Angels on-the-wing being giddy after a few sips of wine too many).

 

I was only 52 miles south and west of home, cruising through a patchwork quilt of mature corn, soybean and sugar beet farmland, just south and west of the Kankakee River State Park. Felt like I was farther away than that.

 

Sometimes I pretend I'm lost and can't find my way back home (its fun to play mind games like that with myself - and I feel no need to justify why I do it). But being lost means I gotta' stay in some small town, get a meal at a local diner, buy a malt at the ice cream parlor, and then catch a late-evening softball game under night lights swarming with bugs at the town's baseball field.

 

I can pick up the trail to home again in the morning.

 

Yeah, sometimes, you just gotta’ get out of the city, and find something else to look at; something else to smell; something else to hear; something else to feel.

 

Sometimes, that feels....pretty damn good.

 

9" x 12" Watercolor

Arches 140#CP

 

Oh the glorious cooler weather that was promised --- really did come today!!! When I went for my morning walk at 7:30 am, I needed long sleeves and slacks!! WOW!! And later, even when the sun burned off the fog, temps just managed to reach 80F!!! Absolutely wonderful -- temperatures, skies, breezes -- our first fall morning!

 

So fitting then, to post this painting. I worked on this when I was visiting Doris, modifying a technique learned from Karlyn Holman ... such fun!

 

Here in piedmont NC, hidden under 'just turning color' leaves, grapes are ripe. I pick some each morning that I walk, their sweet/tart taste thirst quenching and marvelous. The road crews went through the area cutting back tree limbs to prepare for hurricane season, so many of the grape vines that were laden with fruit have, unfortunately, been cut -- but here and there I can find a handful to enjoy and encourage me to 'keep walking!' lol

 

Here's to fall temperatures and weeks of wonderful blue skies, puffy clouds and leaves on their way to brilliant!

10" x 13" Arches Watercolor

Arches 140#CP

 

Gray skies, cold weather, landscapes slumbering, I feel the need to hibernate. When days are like the past week - rainy, cold - dim --- nothing feels better than cozying in and creating. It's part of the cycle, I believe, to restore and recharge dull, used batteries. So while the temperatures and light signal this time for contemplation and restoration, I take advantage of it, for here in the south with our weather changing, we'll be sunshiney and warm in a matter of days. For me, oddly enough, when El Sol brightens the earth and the air is warm - I am literally pulled from my cozy nest and encouraged (??? forced/pulled/motivated ??? ) to be outdoors or dashing around. All thoughts and feelings of rest completely evaporate.

 

Perhaps that's why snow plays such an important part in my painting and mental processes these days. It's such a rariety here that even the threat of a flurry closes schools, highways, and programs. Perhaps it's this need to slow down a bit, rest a bit more that drives the need for external conditions that 'force' a period of quiet that is not otherwise encouraged or allowed. Maybe.

 

But I also like the stuff, the way the softness of it covers all the sore spots, creates a bit of innocence and magic, and gives us that awesome 'hush' that whispers 'peace.'

 

Sure, it helps not to have to get out in it, travel, shovel or drive ... lol ... and I can sit by the window, warm and snuggly, and dream. But that too fuels the creative process and the spirit ... and I think, especially after the frenzy of the holidays, ALL of us could use a dose of it.

 

I hope your weekend is restive, peaceful, and has some time in it for refueling and restoring. It's time.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Evv3odAhWhk&feature=youtu.be - Eddie Higgins, "Falando de Amour"

 

Image above: Another one of life's marvelous bridges to cross (and they are marvelous, even when scary). There's a sensuously curving path on the other side that meanders through beautiful and cloistered woods. It is a soft, gentle, misty autumn day. I'll pause before crossing to contemplate the possible new chapters I will find as I wander, to day-dream and imagine how I might share this path with others I meet on journeys of their own.

 

The overall dark color of this should not alarm. The deep, dark woods are as joyful and comforting to me, as is a sunlit, balmy day in a fresh flowering Glen in spring.

 

Thank you my dear, dear friends and fellow travelers: Debbe, Karen and Nick.

 

Challenge #16 - Accomplishments of 2011" submitted by Nick, “ZedZap” and answered as "What I have learned in 2011" by Karen, “Vintage Findings.”

 

Karen: “I have learned that I cannot become what I want to be by remaining what I am, even if I don't know what I want to be yet.”

 

That is one of the best set of words I have read this year – by far. For me, all of the possibilities of the Universe and for each life within it (including my own), are contained in that line.

 

Note: to me the word "accomplishments" can be good and bad, positive and negative, or neutral. Mainly, they simply are a remembrance (however accurate or not) of some of what you have done the past year of your life.

 

Bob - Accomplishments:

• I managed to throw myself off an emotional cliff this year – I didn’t think it was possible for a guy like me, as I was “way too old - "ahem," too together - and way too in control” for that. Guess not. I got dashed into tiny, bloodied bits on the jagged rocks of emotional darkness at the bottom. And, man, yeah...it hurt.

• I could have laid there. I could have meandered off aimlessly at the bottom of the ravine. But, I chose to claw, and cry, and breathe, to curse and meditated, and seek to climb my way back up the mountain – humbled and bruised, but deeply savoring that I was, and am, still alive.

 

Learned:

• A leap of faith and flinging one's self off a cliff can feel somewhat alike. But, both must - on ocassion - be done. Ultimately I found out I am not "that strong, invulnerable and powerful," and I cannot do "it" (live this life) alone. This year, I did not. I found I have wonderful friends, and a support system, that will help if I would let go of my pride and extend an open and beckoning, little baby hand.

 

Accomplishment:

• I managed to lose my sense of purpose for my life and my sense of direction. It just fucking disappeared, dude! Poof! Gone. I kinda' knew why, but its course seemed inexorable.The Dark Side of the Force was calling, beckoning me, seeking to embrace me in its shadows.

• “To the Darkside, I did not turn.” (Yoda voice, please). I begged, cried, questioned, sat in the dark, meditated, fought and fought the darkness within me, (like Luke Skywalker with Yoda, on the Planet Dagobah) and tried opened myself to the universe and its light.

 

Learned:

• The light is there. Here. All around. Not in theory, but for real. It is always there. I must allow myself to see it, open myself to feel it. Let myself be absorbed into it. I realized I am not alone. Spirits and Souls, living and past, always walk with us. Listen to them, heed them, allow yourself fall into their safe and glowing light and you will feel the weight slowly releasing from your spirit.

 

Accomplishment:

• I found purpose for my life: to live the rest of my life as an artist/writer/photographer

• And a second: to continue to bring joy and smiles and light to as many children, teens, adults, seniors and those with all types of special needs as I can through offering them the chance to catch a fish and (re)connect with wind, water, life, peace.

• And a third: to share with others the bounty and gifts I find in my life, as much as I humanly can, for I cannot take any of this with me.

 

Learned:

• I learned to receive with gratitude, to live with gratitude, to live and love with passion, to forgive truly and sincerely, to give myself a break sometimes, for crying out loud, and to share, share, share, as all I need in whatever comes next will be waiting - wherever, whenever.

 

Accomplishment:

• I cried more this year than ever while questioning myself. I talked to my ancestors, and to my inner child (he’s funny, creative, inquisitive and wise to be such a little snot). I let myself feel emotions – all of them - and realized, it is okay to be human, to be vulnerable, to deeply feel that each of us is a part of the Wonder of Life of this Universe and we are connected

 

Learned:

• I learned a little bit more: the meaning and the value of the words I first heard at age 19: “The Way to Do is to Be, and the Way to Be is to Do,” “Seek to be like Water.” The latter came easily; don't know why, 'jus did. The former? Hell, it only took 42 years for it to begin to soak in. (I may get this “living life” shit down yet.) :-)

• That one can go toe to toe with the old “Existential Crises” and walk away bruised, battered, but whole, growing and evolving. :-)))

 

This was not an easy year, but I wouldn't trade it for any other.

 

Nick: www.flickr.com/photos/zedzap/6588997399/in/photostream/

Debbe: www.flickr.com/photos/oldmanofthemountains/6590896363/in/...

Karen: www.flickr.com/photos/47537995@N03/6588149945/in/photostream

 

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"Most striking of all Locarno’s sights is the Franciscan Santuario della Madonna del Sasso church (daily 6.30am–7pm), an impressive ochre vision floating above the town on a wooded crag – sasso means rock – and consecrated in 1487 on the spot where, seven years earlier, the Virgin had appeared to Brother Bartholomeo da Ivrea from the San Francesco monastery in the town. The twenty-minute walk up through the lush ravine of the Torrente Ramogno and past a handful of decaying shrines, is atmospheric enough in itself; or you could take the half-hourly funicular from just west of the station to Ticino’s greatest photo-op, looking down through the palms to the sunlit arcaded main front of the church and glittering blue lake behind.

 

Within the complex is a small museum of icons (Easter–Oct Sun–Fri 2–5pm; Fr.2.50), but the church sanctuary is the focus of all the pilgrims’ attention. On the way through the complex you’ll pass several striking terracotta sculpture groups of biblical scenes. The low, Baroque interior of the church features a number of paintings, two of which stand out: Bramartino’s emotionally charged Fuga in Egitto (Flight to Egypt, 1522) and local artist Antonio Ciseri’s Trasporto di Cristo al Sepolcro (1870). The statue of the Virgin on the high altar was sculpted for the church’s consecration by an unknown artist. By the doorway are dozens of votive offerings from pilgrims giving thanks for the intervention of Mary in their daily lives."

 

This text has found in: Switzerland. is yours.

"All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river." -Simone Schwarz-Bart

 

"Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean." -David Searls

 

Standing at the edge of this place, the tugging wind, the steady roar of water, the fine spray of salt, and the occasional punctuation of rogue waves, is a tremendous cleansing process - i can look over my shoulder and see bits of heartache and depression streaming out behind me, dissolving into sand.

 

Are they gone for good?.... **sigh** only one way to find out.

 

(Hello Flickrinos,

 

Another trip to the ocean - lovely lovely. Brought my suit and hat and umbrella and fake brief case along cuz one never knows...

 

Cheers, my friends.

 

your pal.

 

I was delivering my daughter to Ringette practice thinking that I could take that hour to jog. On the way, she informed me practive would be 2 hours not one and I thanked my wife in my mind for saying, "have you got your camera", before leaving

 

With 2 hours I went south of Calgary to 194th and found a small turnoff that had a small lake for ducks and such. When the sun started to go down, once again I said thanks for reminding me to take my gear. The fence made a marvelous silhouette and after working the area for an hour, it was time to bolt and get back to pick up my daughter. I still got a 20 minute jog in and was thankful for a wonderful evening of magical light and to have been reminded to take my equipment.

View On Black in large format is much better

 

Again from my archives, this is a shot from an alley way in the Exchange District in my city of Winnipeg. I posted something similar (here) a year ago that was closer and straight on. This view was angled to include the windows, the fire escape, and more of the brickwork, all which fascinated me....I hope you like this too.

 

Some have asked about the fire escape not touching the ground, well it is hinged and as you come down from above and put enough weight on the stairs, the bottom hinged portion you see here descends to the ground. Having them this way prevents incursions from street side...a good idea I would say!!

  

My imagination has saved my life many times. Instead of giving in to whatever is going on around me – things that may not be positive, sunny, sane or good for the mind, body and soul – my mind has always been able to wander off, sail off or fly off – and find other places to be, even when I couldn’t physically be there. Places where it was positive, and sunny and good. ~ View On Black

 

If the body can't leave, then just being elsewhere in spirit is enough. Sometimes it has to be.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc7NlsbWBeA ~ “Azure Skies”, Darshan Ambient

 

The land, shore, water and sky of Lake Michigan are one such place to visit when one needs to be emotionally, mentally or spiritually away – camera in hand or not.

 

Strong northeast winds of winter blow huge waves of frigid Lake Michigan water onto our man-made rock shoreline from December through February. Ice formations, up to six-feet deep and up to a mile in length, form along our 25+ miles of breakwalls. And no effort is made to get rid of them. “Nature puts them up, nature will take them down,” it is said. Allow each season to be its own season: I like that kind of thought.

 

I like wind and storm and wave. So I go out here, to be somewhere else in my being. There is some danger to be sure – it is isolated and if you take a slip and a fall, you are on your own (I tell fellow travelers to wear bright colors; it makes finding the body easier :-) ). But, it is not so risky as to make the hazards outweigh the reward of seeing, hearing, feeling and smelling what such locations have to offer the senses and the spirit.

 

I call these ice formations, "Chicago’s Glaciers." They look like glaciers in my imagination; in shape, size, color, and the way they snake around the existing environment. In Zen, the ability to see everything, and anything, in fresh and wonderful ways is called “a child’s mind.”

 

Children see endless possibilities, where adults see only a few, or one, or none. It takes time and work and practice and desire to retrieve one's "Child's Mind," but it is worth the effort.

 

Anyway, Chicago’s Glaciers pile up over the course of the winter, gaining depth with each new storm and freeze. Then with the coming of spring, their “fields of icy snowpack begin a slow retreat back up the fjord." The debris they leave behind as well as the alternately coarse and subtle changes to the landscape cut by their ice, becomes evident and evidence; available for curious minds to discover, analyze and savor.

 

Above, a red-tailed hawk circles low to the land, slipping the surface on currents of air, banking in on another pass, looking for any unfortunately exposed, early-season rodents on the scurry (there is as yet, no ground cover in which to hide). Both predator and prey are hoping to find bits and pieces to eat after winter's cupboards have long fallen bare.

 

Low rise clouds, thickening and gathering moisture on southerly winds, roil low and fast overhead, a gaping yawn of churning mist and water vapor that extends to the horizon. These clouds portend spring’s rain, not winter’s snow.

 

The retreating ice reveals a mouse or two, perhaps a pigeon or a gull – the unlucky ones or the old; mushed and crushed, skin leathery and slightly mummified, after months sealed under the weight of snow and ice. However, these are not a fresh kills – thus they are only fit to eat were a predator starving. The Hawk ignores them.

 

Each little world, such as the ones at your feet, not always the one over the horizon, is our own little National Geographic mini-series documentary special on "The Wonder of Nature" in our everyday lives.

 

At least, I like to imagine it so.

 

Textures courtesy skeletalmess: www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/sets/72157622988869605/

 

And flypaper textures: flypapertextures.blogspot.com/

  

Inspired by "Need a little suNshine" by AugustaNa.. <3<3<3<3

 

"Hold on, watch your step

You gotta take a breath

No it ain't easy to fly

Get back, lose yourself

Got you and no one else

There ain't no reason to cry

Cause in my life and times

She is paradise, I know you and I

Gotta little bit of faith in the hard times, oh oh oh

Gotta little bit of shade in the moonlight, oh oh oh

Gotta little bit of right at the wrong time, oh oh oh

Got you and I'm feeling alright

Babe I just need a little sunshine

Lay back, feel the beat

You got a hold on me

It's never easy to change

Try hard not to move

Let me get my hands on you

Don't want you feeling this way

No one's gonna break us

No one's gonna bring us down... "

"Once the herd starts moving in one direction, it's very hard to turn it, even slightly." ~ Dan Rather

 

Okay...one more of the bison as we captured them traveling down the middle of the road....it was brutally cold & snowing, and I just loved the way they looked with the frost & snow covering their faces....definitely one of those moments that you just have to yield to the herd and let them move along at their own pace :-)

 

Have a great Wednesday....busy week, so I will try to catch up with everyone later...many thanks for all your visits & comments!!!!

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This morning I was hiking along this road high up in the Swiss Alps. A man was working on the road with a pickaxe. His car was parked nearby. I did not know him. He asked me, "can you drive?". "Yes", I replied. He continued, "could you drive my car down to the village for me?". Apparently he was working his way down on the road and needed someone to drive his car down the mountain so that he does not have to walk back to get it. Only in the Swiss Alps you hand over car keys to a complete stranger. "Just leave the key in the car door compartment". "OK", and off I went.

 

I processed a moderate-paintery HDR photo from three RAW exposures.

 

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"Let's party!" ~ Robin Williams

 

Explore 4~10~09 .... thanks for your comments! ♥

 

Got a chance to hop down to the Flower Fields in Carlsbad (CA) this afternoon. www.theflowerfields.com/

 

Enjoy the party on black here. :)

 

Have a great weekend!

 

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No doubt about it... I was humming my little victory tune in the car on the way home after shooting this one!!

 

I had absolutely no idea where I was going, or what I wanted to shoot when I left home with my camera yesterday afternoon. What I did know was that the clouds were looking very good and that the wind had died down completely... so I was hoping to find a nice dam somewhere... with some nice foreground interest... preferably something that I haven't shot a million times already!

 

While driving around aimlessly but quite intently... I kept thinking about what my friend Mark Vee recently said to me. He was so impressed with some of the subjects and compositions that I've managed to capture with my new D3100 lately... that he wondered if it wasn't perhaps a "lucky" camera? I must admit that I have been feeling rather lucky lately... somehow I've managed to find something (fairly) interesting every single time that I've gone out shooting with this camera. I was really hoping that my luck would hold out and that I would find my nice dam and interesting foreground real soon... the sun was going to set in 20 minutes... and I still hadn't found anything even remotely worthwhile!

 

Just then I drove past the field where our three "experimental" wind turbines are parked... should I bother to stop I wondered... I've shot these things so many times already... and I didn't remember ever seeing a dam here before. But time was running out... I'd better get my camera on my tripod soon... the light was starting to look really good... if I didn't stop now... I was going definitely to miss out on the best part of the sunset!

 

So I parked the car... hopped over the fence... and ran into the field to see what I could find. Imagine my surprise when I discovered this little pool of water... exactly where I needed it to be... to reflect the wind turbine perfectly in the water. Then I noticed the cracked mud covered by less than an inch of water... that would make the perfect foreground interest... what a luck! Although the wind had died down... every now and again a slight gust would start turning the blades of the turbine. That meant that I would have to wait till they stopped completely if I wanted to match up their position in both the upper and lower images that make up this Vertorama.

 

The sunset was nice... but the blades were still turning! I tried to shoot the upper and lower images when the blades were in exactly the same position... but I never managed to time it just right. But then... just as the clouds were at their pinkest... the blades stopped turning... and a gap opened up in the clouds right behind the turbine... framing the blades perfectly... what a luck! The best part of the clouds was also positioned perfectly to the right of the turbine... allowing me to compose my Vertorama with the turbine off-center in the frame... what a luck!!

 

Don't you just love it when everything falls into place like this? I simply couldn't have asked for more! This must be a "lucky" camera!! :)

 

Nikon D3100, Sigma 10-20mm at 20mm, aperture of f10, with a 1/8th second exposure.

 

Click here to check out my Vertorama tutorial.

 

"The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up."

Paul Valery

 

Listening to: Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead

 

"Could you find a way to let me down slowly?

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me

If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

If you're leaving baby let me down slowly.."

Alec Benjamin - Let Me Down Slowly

"So let´s shoot them down...

We´re not here to stay

Let´s shoot them demons down

Make them turn and walk the other way...."

 

Song: Nina Kinert - The Story Goes ♥

 

Chandeliers are a new release from [we're CLOSED]

 

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Thank you

 

"Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations" - Melchor Lim.

 

Taken almost at the top of the Hardknott Pass, the most challenging road I've ever driven. No way to get lost here - it's either straight up or straight down, far better than driving in a city or its outskirts. Taken last summer, my sister Margaret and I can't wait to get back to the Lake District this coming May.

 

Textured with Topaz and one of my own.

 

Thanks as always for having a look, your comments, faves and all your support - and may you all have a wonderful Easter weekend, even if you have to work or don't celebrate Easter in any way.

   

" can feel the magic floating in the air

Being with you get's me that way

I watch the sunlight dance across your face

And I've never been this swept away

All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze

When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms

The whole world just fades away

The only thing I hear

Is the beating of your heart

[Chorus]

'Cause I can feel you breathe

It's washing over me

And suddenly I'm melting into you

There's nothing left to prove

Baby, all we need is just to be

Caught up in the touch

Slow and steady rush

Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be

I can feel you breathe, just breathe

In a way I know my heart is waking up

As all the walls come tumbling down

Closer than I've ever felt before

And I know, and you know

There's no need for words right now

I can feel you breathe

Washing over me

And suddenly I'm melting into you

There's nothing left to prove

Baby, all we need is just to be

Caught up in the touch

Slow and steady rush

Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be

I can feel you breathe, just breathe

Caught up in the touch

Slow and steady rush

Baby, isn't that the way that love's suppose to be

I can feel you breathe, just breathe

I can feel the magic floating in the air

Being with you gets me that way"

 

by Faith Hill

www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCmsZUN4r_s

"She takes you down to her place by the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

And she feeds you tea and oranges

That come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelength

And she lets the river answer

That you've always been her lover ..."

 

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Sometimes it just takes

a slight whisper

and a gentle touch.

 

His look was smoldering, his touch was addicting, but it was his mind that captivated her

 

Scene taken with my baby at our home on the FFP Sim , come visit us anytime to take pics of your own or just explore.

__________________________________________

We should take this back to my place

That's what she said right to my face

'Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby

I've been thinking 'bout it all day

And I hope you feel the same way, yeah

'Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby

 

Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I'm leaving here without you on me

I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain't no stopping

Your plans and those slow hands

Slow hands

 

I just wanna take my time

We could do this, baby, all night, yeah

'Cause I want you bad

Yeah, I want you, baby

 

Fingertips putting on a show

Got me now and I can't say "No"

Wanna be with you all alone

Take me home, take me home

Fingertips putting on a show

Can't you tell that I want you, baby, yeah

__________________________________________

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:dress:: Raven Spires

:radio:: Niall Horan: Slow Hands

:taxi:: FFP Sim

웃♥유: A Raven original pose: Hold onto me

Or should I say "mourning"...Isn't that how you Brits spell it anyway? And if not, why not? I think it's time these spelling anomalies were explained to my satisfaction. But in 50 words or less, please. My eyesight isn't what it once was. Nor, frankly, is my interest...;-))

 

In any event, the snows returned yet again overnight providing this highly processed view taken earlier ...which, of course, means that it wasn't this view at all, but merely a doctored facsimile intended to make it look better or more dramatic. I'm not sure that goal was achieved, but, once again, I spent way too much time on the process and got bored. And it wasn't even the photo I planned to work with, but got distracted with this one. The actual view is below, showing a lot more snow (about 8" so far) blowing about vigorously. (Now is that "vigourously?" Boy...that word has way too many "ou"s in it). And yes, I said "so far" as it continues to come down, tho a bit more lightly. (Shouldn't that be "moure?")

 

I reckon I should provide a quote on "patience"...but I'm saving what little I have left to shovel snow...

  

"Horses - if God made anything more beautiful, he kept it for himself."

Thanks Johanna/@munkuvia for this wonderful quote!

 

"A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself."

-- Jim Morrison --

 

"For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others."

-- Nelson Mandela --

 

I met this 'friend' today near the castle, it was standing at quite a distance but it came closer...!

Texture courtesy Adele! Thanks!

"Most of us are on a journey. We’re looking for something, though we’re not always sure what that is. The way is foggy much of the time. I suggest you slow down and follow some of the side roads that appear suddenly in the mist." ~ Real Live Preacher

 

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The christmas goose looked down on her belly. "Am quite fat, must be short before x-mas", she said. "Yup", I answered, trying to sound busy. "How old do christmas geese get normally?" she asked. It was not the moment to lie. "Up to a year", I answered, as optimistic as I could sound. Her voice was flat and silent "And... wild geese?". "Up to 17 years", I replied looking the other way. I heard that little sound she made. Turning my head I saw her eyes wide open. "And your family will.... eat...me?!" "Thats the plan...", was all I could reply concentrating on not looking at her. "You like these people you will feed me to?" she kept on asking. "Not as much as I should... but when I release you I shouldn't be here on x-mas eve neither.", I said while I opened the gate.

Karen got her 'Wind" Challenge image up first (shown below). It just sorta' blew me out. Smokin' good and creative. This is OK, but it ain't Vintage. Maybe some music later. And, this is along Lake Michigan in Chicago. It was extremely windy. 12-foot waves don't come without a roarin' wind, blowin' (up to 60 mph) straight down the Lake, Nor'east to Sow'west.

 

The Police tried to chase everyone off the lakefront ("Dangerous waves"). Didn't work: too "once-in-a-lifetimey" for that. People will want to say, "yeah, I remember those; I was out in it." We don't get "boomers" like this but once a decade or so. Boomers: the waves pull back from shore, almost creating a vacuum. It sounds like a giant deeply inhaling his breath. Then there's a rushing sound as the water rushes in towards flat concrete abutment. There is this "whooomp," "boom," "splash," "hisssssssssssss" as water spray is carried inland on the wind.

 

It....is...heavenly.

 

I've been chasing these up and down our lakefront on Nor'easters since I was 16 and could get Dad's car and drive to meet them and "accidently" get in their way.

 

And, yes, you get wet. But if you are facing north, the waves march towards you down the shoreline. You can see them coming. You try to get as many shots as you can until you hear the "Whooomp, boom" to your right.

 

Then you turn as quickly as you can away from the lake, hunch over and jam the camera into your belly, under your coat. The "hisssssssssss" and spray will wash your back: sometimes with a delicate, little mist, sometimes with goo-gobs of water. Do this for as long as you can take it; then one or two shots more. Finally, you will yell out "shit! enough!" and make a dripping-wet, penguin-walk scamper for the car.

 

You will have a juicy backside and booty for the ride home. It feels icky-poo, yet oddly familiar at once (Diaper flashbacks?). :-)) The heater is usually runnin' full blast. But, there will be a slight, Cheshire Cat smile on your face as you drive. That's what you do when you know you "got a good shot."

 

Should Dad sit in this seat before it dries, well, one can expect another expression altogether.

 

Challenge courtesy RavenSpiritImages.

 

Karen and Nick's images are pictured below in first comment section.

 

Textures -

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Skeletalmess: www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/

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Kerstin Frank: www.flickr.com/photos/kerstinfrank-design/6629417329/in/p...

"It had been three weeks since the cows busted out."

 

"And the bull, Mother. Don't forget the bull."

 

"Right. The bull." Mother shook her head and took a long drag on her smoke. It was hand rolled, filterless, soft and slightly limp. Curly brown bits of tobacco stuck to her lipstick. Now and then she'd spit them off, towards the floor, with a little p-choo sound.

 

"How could I forget the bull. It never would've happened without him. Things like that don't happen by accident you know. They take..." she laughed, and the laugh turned into a hoarse cough. When she recovered, she laughed again and said, "They take balls!"

 

"So," the reporter asked, "what exactly happened?"

 

"Well," said Mother. "Like I said, they busted out."

 

"We think it was the bull's fault," the son said quietly.

 

"Indeed," said Mother. "Someone busted right through that rail fence, and I just can't believe our girls would do anything that violent."

 

The reporter looked skeptical. She had heard the stories; had heard all about the Mother's cows and what they'd done.

 

"I mean," said Mother. "I mean I can't imagine our girls doing anything violent like that to a non-living thing. To just rush a fence like that... and destroy it. It's just not..." she took another long drag, "just not in the Jersey psyche."

 

Jerseys, Mother continued, were the most beautiful cows of all - both aesthetically and in their dispositions. "Look into those big brown eyes and tell me if you see violence," she challenged. "It's just not there. They don't have it in them. And yet..." she trailed off, stubbed out her smoke and starting rolling another one.

 

"Okay then," the reporter said, squirming a bit in her chair. "What about the children then? How do you explain it?"

 

Mother and son exchanged a look. "Self defence," replied the mother. "I got nothing against children." She gestured to the son. "I raised this one, didn't I?"

 

The son blushed and looked at his lap. "Them town kids are different," he said.

 

"That's right!" Mother slammed one hand on the kitchen table. "Town kids." She spit towards the floor. "Good for nothing. They don't know. They don't understand. They don't..." and here she leaned in close, breathing smoky, fetid, toothless breath in the reporter's face... "They. Don't. Appreciate."

 

Images of children in bank vaults, sitting idly, not earning interest, flashed through the reporter's head and for a fleeting instant she almost laughed. Mother didn't notice, and continued with her story.

 

"Those town kids. They think food comes from the Safeway. They have no respect. No respect at all for other living creatures. Do you know what they were doing that night? Did you hear? Did you get THAT from your sources?" And she sneered. The local media had, for weeks now, been running stories built on fear and innuendo... quoting so-called anonymous sources. The children had been trampled. The children had been eaten. The children had been regurgitated and rechewed, like so much cud. Bones - small, child sized bones - had been found in the manure pile.

 

All of this was, in fact, true. But Mother wasn't about to admit it. "Do you know what those kids were doing?" she asked again.

 

"They came across the cows in the graveyard."

 

"And the bull," said the son. "Don't forget the bull."

 

"Right," said the Mother. "They came across the cows - and the bull - in the graveyard. And they..." She started sobbing. "They sexually abused them!"

 

That too, was true. The children - mostly boys - had poked long pointed sticks into the cows from behind. And then tried inserting many other, various things... including bits of their own anatomy. This was known because certain bits of certain boys had remained in situ, once it was all over.

 

"We can only reckon what happened after that, but it seems to me the bull took exception." Mother shrugged. Sighed. Wiped at her tears with big rough hands. Things had been so difficult since the incident with the children. "We think it must've been the bull who turned the whole event on its ear," she said. "Attackers becoming the attacked. Like that." And she stood and walked away from the table.

 

"What about...?" the reporter wanted details, wanted something new.

 

But Mother stood at the kitchen sink, looking out the window and announced, "I'm sorry. The interview is over."

 

The reporter stood, gathered her things and couldn't help feeling... in spite of it all.... empathy for the old woman. She'd lost her herd; lost her livelihood; was now reviled by an entire community... and, on top of that, was facing a string of civil lawsuits brought by the families of the dead children. Was it really her fault that a fence broke? That cattle got loose? And that children interfered with them? Surely the cattle's unexpected reaction wasn't the old woman's doing.

 

Mother watched the reporter drive away; felt relief as the sound of the car dimmed in the distance. Gentle lowing rose up from the basement, and the Mother smiled.

 

"Come on, son. Grab those chops. It's time to tend our girl."

 

And down the stairs they went together, arms full of raw meat, to feed the little Jersey calf who'd slipped out... born prematurely in the chaos of the court-ordered round-up and slaughter of Mother's herd. She and the son had spirited the calf away, wrapped in blankets and hidden under brush on the trailer they were using to haul off the carcasses.

 

Now they knelt in front of the little heifer's makeshift stall in the basement, and fed her strips of raw pork, raw chicken, raw beef. The heifer opened wide, and showed her little pointed teeth. Carnivorous teeth. No grass or hay for this girl.

 

And when she was old enough, she would be inseminated. Mother had the big aggressive, breakout bull's semen stashed in vials in the freezer. It would be the start of a whole new herd... and a whole new way of life.

      

When I arrived in Monument Valley at around 9 pm the first stop was the hotel lobby at "The View" to see if I could get some ice from the ice machine. They were kind enough to allow me access to the machine and as I turned to head there, I noticed a painting on the wall very similar to this composition. I turned to ask the clerk if he knew where this was and before I could utter a word he said "Mile Marker 13". As if he had read my mind. Spookey!!!

 

It was a "another" cloudless day for me in MV, but I liked the comp and have always wanted this shot in my gallery so I decided to throw some photoshop at it and see If I could rescue it. This is a composite of two photos. One for the foreground that was taken at 2pm under a cloudless sky, and one for the sky taken earlier on the trip. Then I ran the radial blur filter on the sky to add some motion interest. Of course I also had to manipulate the foreground to match the feel of the sky. I realize it's not a perfect composition but it's a little nerve racking when you get down low on a highway with a blind crest just behind you. After several attempts I settled for this one. Honk, Honk, "Get out of the way dobie". :)

 

If you have any questions about this photo or about photography in general, I will do my best to help, just post a comment or send me a Flickr mail and I will respond as quickly as possible.

 

For those of you new to photography, I would like to provide you with some very helpful videos that will help you get more from your photography. They where very useful to me while I was learning and I hope that they will help you out as well. Just click the link below and on the left side column there are pre-made playlists on everything you could ever want to know about photography. I hope you enjoy them and as always my friends "Happy Shooting"

 

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"I'm on my way

Driving at ninety down those country lanes

Singing to "Tiny Dancer"

And I miss the way you make me feel..."

Ed Sheeran

  

"The Wild and the windy night,

That the rain washed away,

Has left a pool of tears

Waiting for the day"

 

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Famine_(Ireland)

 

Maulin Mountain { 563 } rises high over the Wicklow/Dublin border with views to the Irish sea, Bray Head and Killiney Bay. It is a wild, wet boggy places but I love it as its a great place to go and find out who you really are.

You can see a pathway winding to the top which I had just traveled over, from the opposite side on a 3 mountain trek.

If you look to the left [north] of the mountain you will see a stone wall in the distance. These are famine walls built between 1847-1850 under the Office of Public Work, for no reason than to make the Irish work for there food[alms] so as "Not to encourage laziness! " { Lord John Russel }

 

www.historyplace.com/worldhistory/famine/hunger.htm

 

Unfortunately they were dying by the time they got it. It solved "The Irish Question " The Landlords wanted to clear the land of the troublesome natives and replace them with sheep which were less trouble and more profitable. The famine was a great solution for them! To me the many thousands of stones used, is fitting tribute as each one represents someone who died of starvation. How dreadful.

Ive tried to tone down the harsh truth of this but I just cant. There is no way of justifying the death of over 1 million people.To this day it stands as the single worst injustice

ever foisted upon us and it is still ingrained very deeply in the psyche of every Irish person. The British government, under John Major, has done wonderful work and has apologise`d for what happened and helped to create a lasting peace in Northern Ireland so that has made a vast difference to all our lives.Lets make certain nothing like It will never happen again!

We move on though as we must and we learn but lets not forget these unknown innocents who just disappeared and who are buried on these mountains. Maybe thats what draws me there and why it means so much to me.

Anyway, thats enough sad stuff. Heres Andy Irvine and Liam O Flynn, Wont you " Come with me over the mountain "

So come on then. Try to keep up, but Ill wait for you anyway.

 

Enjoy!!!

Hugs,

P@t.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lAXmNG0VDA

 

Update; Wow In really amazed at how much you seem to like my pic!!! Thank you!!!

Just something I wanted to say!

One million immigrants from Ireland were taken in by America, Canada, Australia and New Zealand. Only for them I dread to think of what would have happened. That explains of course why we are everywhere and we do pro create at a fair rate!!!. Maybe thats to do with the Guinness! 12 pints and Im anybodies! Well, probably nobodies and everybodies all at once!!!

The World is changing now and what with Brexit and closing of borders etc, we must guard against becoming bigoted patriots. I know all about that from here! Its dangerous and our fellow human beings are the most important life on this fragile planet that we all share.I do think that good people always win through!

Love and Hugs to all of you from me!

P@t.

   

"All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey

I've been for a walk on a winters dayI'd be save and warm if I was in LA california dreaming on such a winters day

 

Stepped into a church I passed along the way well, I got down on my knees andI pretended to pray you know the preacher likes the cold he knows I'm gonna stay

California dreaming on such a winters day"

California Dreaming by the Mammas and Pappas

 

Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard

Paul Simon

 

And I'm on my way

I don't know where I'm going

I'm on my way, I'm taking my time

But I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona

See you, me and Julio

Down by the school yard

See you me and Julio

Down by the school yard

See you me and Julio

Down by the school yard

 

What a great way to start off our long weekend at Narooma. This is a 7 shot pano of Glasshouse Rocks. Have no idea how my lappy managed to stitch these together, but it did. We scored a great sunset. Hope you like "Me and Julio Down By The Schoolyard". Mike

  

Sometimes you need to Just let GO.

Guilts and regrets of the Past, worries and anxieties of the future.

The Negative thoughts that overwhelm you at times - and no amount of Positive Thinking seems to help.

Sometimes you just need to STOP. STOP trying so hard to make things happen in a certain way.

You need to Just "BE"

Just Relax. Calm down. Have Faith. Have Hope.

And Just Live in the Moment. Try your best, with what you have,

with what you can do. Even if it means taking baby steps at a time.

Have Faith that everything will be okay.

See, Love, be grateful, Understand, listen, smell, taste, appreciate and try to be Happy.

You'll find yourself feeling better, lighter and stronger.

Just walk the Path that is yours with Courage, embracing Love, and letting Hope blossom around you.

The best days of your Life are ahead ... Just stay strong and Positive.

Never ever Give up. Ever!

 

Life is a Miracle. And you are a part of it.

Please .... Just Never Stop Believing.....

a) An intricate structure of interconnecting passages through which it is difficult to find one's way

b)Something highly intricate or convoluted in character, composition, or construction

Secondlife can be a) for many of us...

This image is probably b)

, Life is a series of Labyrinths, we weave our way through as we grow, sometimes finding ourselves against a dead-end only having to go back down the same path to find the correct way, Secondlife is very much the same way..except the do over can happen in an eye blink rather than years…kinda nice!

Now based on my post, you might wonder why one eye showing Patricie?

.... ever hear the term ” turning a blind eye ” :P

details found here-

wp.me/Uvad

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSPVkMgiTs rain & thunder

 

(This image was last posted in early 2011. It now hangs on my wall at 40"x48". I am a bit surprised by two things; how much I used to write and how little I write now. I don't know why on the latter.)

 

One of 10 of my images chosen to be in a six artists, Art Gallery Exhibit/Show in April/May. My second gallery show in 41 years. My first was 1971.

 

Narrative: Some of you know, I’ve got a thing for rainy evenings and nights, mostly especially experienced when I’m in a car. I love driving in the rain - the harder the better; hearing it, feeling it, smelling it, seeing it come down in any form and splash around. The air is mist-humidifier thick and lingers in the nose, a combination of spring-freshness and city-grit. ~ View On Black (click large for the details)

 

I like the way buildings of concrete or brick change colors as their stone facades get made wet by the rain. I also like the multiple light sources you find come dusk; bright and pretty lights shining here and there, all with differing color temps. So, in the rain, in the car, at night, on city streets, I’m kinda’ in photo heaven.

 

I call this my dash-cam :-) I’ll put the camera on the dashboard and capture images as go. Sometimes it’s the little point-and-shoot camera, the Canon 880IS, or the Mamiya 2 ¼ (a little too heavy to control on the turns), or sometimes the D300. This was the D300 with the 12-24mm lens (which is really sharp at f/8). I’ve gotten fairly comfortable with the "Dashboard" process (iso settings, f-stops, shutter speeds, zoom setting) and I get a lot of fun and, I hope, interesting images and points-of-view doing this. No fender-benders….yet. :-)

 

This is North Michigan Avenue, the high-priced shopping district, just north of the Chicago River, late rush hour.

 

A storm had moved in with these luscious, low, heavy, slate-gray, leaden-looking clouds. In-between the “soak-you-to-your-undies” sheets of downpour these kinds of clouds can deliver, pedestrians will take their chances on crossing the street.

 

Naturally, people act as if they’ve never driven in the rain before, and traffic slows to a crawl; except for the cabbies. Cabbies: love them and hate them. Cross in front of them at your own risk, even if you have the light. Or at least, do like this pedestrian is doing; wear bright colors so at least Cabman can’t tell the Judge you blended in with the dark and he didn’t see you.

 

“I was wearin’ fluorescent, banana, canary yellow, ya’honna. He couldn’t help but see me! He jus’ runned me over, was all.”

 

But, you sure do appreciate their “reckless cabbie hustle” as your viewpoint changes; from driver to customer. It’s quite different when it's you in the back seat watching those $.50-cent by the minute or by the quarter-mile fees, rolling up on the taxi-meter while you sit in traffic. “Five dollars already, and we ain’t movin’” , you think.

 

“Go through the light, I don’t mind, please driver.” “Oh, yes, didn’t you know - you can turn on red here. Left even; from any lane!” “Let’s go down this alley, it looks open.” “I see the sidewalk is kinda’ clear…just a thought.”

 

Then you don’t mind if they even run over some silver-haired Grandmother and her “precious widdle puppy”; just get me there while I’ve still got some change in my pocket.

 

KaThump!!! “Ooops. Oh, naw, you only winged her, Driver. She's OK, she’s getting’ up. Hey, she’s givin’ you the finger! Two-of-‘em! Damn, she’s shootin’ ‘em in the air, like she just don’t care!"

 

Grandmother picks up one of her dark-gray, thick-heeled orthopedic shoes, and with the speed and accuracy of an NFL quarterback, puts it right against the rear window, cracking the glass with a sharp, "Kalomp - Keer-rack!"

 

"Wha' the," you think. "What's this? Weapons-grade, Rosa Klebb footwear for Seniors?"

 

"Don'chu' worry 'bout it, Driver. She’s alright," You say, giving her one last glance.

 

"What about the pooch?", the driver inquires, glancing at his side mirror.

 

"Aah, poodles are a dime a dozen."

 

texture: homemade

"Zoom burst is a photographic technique, attainable with zoom lenses with a manual zoom ring.

Using the technique involves zooming while the shutter is open with a relatively slow shutter speed, generally below 1/60th of a second. For this reason low light or small apertures are required."

 

Vintage Findings: www.flickr.com/photos/vintagefindings/8524827444/in/photo...

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hvfzrffto2I - Manic Depression, Jimi

 

This " Exchange of Ideas" fucked with me. I thought it was gonna' be easy. . I've never done the technique. But, I've seen the technique all over the place. I thought it was gonna be easy. That's me and my level of confidence/arrogance. Always has been.

 

It wasn't easy.

 

First, it was cold as a fuck. I was standing on Lake Shore Drive (Highway) overpass. I thought I was dressed for it, but I was dressed for walking, moving, for keeping my body heat going; not for standing in one spot exposed to a wind chill of 5 degrees for 30 damn minutes trying to figure out exactly how this easy technique is actually done. The wind was whipping up me undies from every which way and at the end of this I'm sure I looked like a Ken doll down there: smooooth... I got so cold I couldn't talk out loud to myself, only a squeak, a mumble and a drool came out.

 

Then it rapidly dawned on me, "I have no idea how to do this." It took forty fumbling, bumbling, stumbling shots before I even got close to this setup:

 

* ISO 100 - slowest I have.

* gave me shutter speed of 1/2 second at f22

* needed an ND8 filter to get that.

* finger cold trying to focus - the auto was iffy.

* fingers cold trying to turn the zoom ring (which way to get the effect to work dammit? zoom in, zoom out?)

* can't see the monitor cause the ambient light is too bright.

* trying to get a vehicle that will show up dammit - are all cars in Chicago some shade of gray?

* The ND8 filter made all the other shots look drab gray (I forgot, ND's ain't Pola filters. They do nothing for color).

* shivering now. teeth chattering soon to come.

* push it - focus, composed, shoot, time the shutter, turn the zoom in, zoom out - again, again, again, again.

* I gave up. I didn't think I'd gotten it.

 

Damn you Vintage Findings, suggesting something so deceptively simple sounding! LOL. I thought I knew how to do this, even though i'd never done it. Because I've 50 years experience. Because I'm BossBob.

 

However, The Camera Gods were not amused by such temerity.

 

Once the car's heater heated me up I looked at the images. The yellow bus! Thank God for the Yellow Damn Bus. I only got two shots of it before it disappeared. And, "oh, there are headlights." I saw streaks: streaking out. Got it. Well, got something.

 

Damn. I got it. Vintage Findings....she almost got me this time. She keeps me on my toes.

 

Reward myself with a fresh sandwich from Bari's Italian Deli: Proscuitto de Parma and fresh Mozzarella, with tomato, roasted red peppers, marinated artichokes, herbs, great Italian crusty bread, olive oil, kalamata olive slices. Red wine.

"A course never quite looks the same way twice. The combinations of weather, season, light, feelings and thoughts that you find there are ever-changing." ~ Joe Henderson

 

Sunrise in Round Prairie...Yellowstone National Park....May 2009; always a favorite spot to sit and watch the sun rise or set, and you just never know what might be lurking around the corner; during one early morning, we spotted at least 15 bull elk, 13 Druids (wolves), 4 coyotes, and a cow moose, all within the same area.

 

We are now down to 3 DAYS....well, 2 days & 17 hours if you want to get technical :-) Thanks for stopping by to visit; your comments are always appreciated.

 

Explored Sept 14, 2010 - #134

"Darling

just don't put down your guns yet

if there really was a God here

he'd have raised his hand by now

Now darling

you're born, get old then die here

well, that's quite enough for me dear

We'll find our own way home somehow..."

 

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A Snowy Egret at Gatorland ~

  

Snowy Egret ~

 

Wikipedia

 

The snowy egret (Egretta thula) is a small white heron. It is the American counterpart to the very similar Old World little egret, which has established a foothold in the Bahamas.

 

Adults are typically 61 cm (24 in) long and weigh 375 g (0.827 lb) They have a slim black bill and long black legs with yellow feet. The area of the upper bill, in front of the eyes, is yellow but turns red during the breeding season, when the adults also gain recurved plumes on the back, making for a "shaggy" effect. The juvenile looks similar to the adult, but the base of the bill is paler, and a green or yellow line runs down the back of the legs.

 

Their breeding habitat is large inland and coastal wetlands from the lower Great Lakes and southwestern United States to South America. The breeding range in eastern North America extends along the Atlantic and Gulf Coasts from Maine to Texas, and inland along major rivers and lakes. They nest in colonies, often with other waders, usually on platforms of sticks in trees or shrubs. Their flat, shallow nests are made of sticks and lined with fine twigs and rushes. Three to four greenish-blue, oval eggs are incubated by both adults. The young leave the nest in 20 to 25 days and hop about on branches near the nest before finally departing.

 

In warmer locations, some snowy egrets are permanent residents; northern populations migrate to Central America and the West Indies. They may wander north after the breeding season, very rarely venturing to western Europe—the first bird sighted in Britain wintered in Scotland from 2001–2002.

 

The birds eat fish, crustaceans, and insects. They stalk prey in shallow water, often running or shuffling their feet, flushing prey into view, as well "dip-fishing" by flying with their feet just over the water. Snowy egrets may also stand still and wait to ambush prey, or hunt for insects stirred up by domestic animals in open fields.

 

At one time, the beautiful plumes of the snowy egret were in great demand by market hunters as decorations for women's hats. This reduced the population of the species to dangerously low levels. Now protected in the United States by law, under the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, this bird's population has rebounded.

 

I shot this from about mid-way down the 30 story flight of stairs.

All I can say was it was wonderful going down them steps, but when I got to the very bottom I looked up and said to my self "are you crazy" I sure hope my brother has patience about how long it will take for me to climb them steps! Lol I got a head start on him, and he still beat me to the top and had the nerve to take a picture of me huffing and puffing ! I smiled and flipped him the birdie ! I sure love my brother!

"Pinnacles Overlook at Night"

Panoramic view of the Milky Way and Badlands from the Pinnacles Overlook (down the steps, left at the "Beware of Rattlesnakes" sign and right up to the huge drop off). 13 frames stitched together, no dodging and burning or layers or blending or whatever its called this week. This is not a composite. Simply 13 frames stitched together after being RAW processed all the same. The exif data displayed is correct and the same for all 13 frames. This was so much fun to shoot here and I had forgotten how very very quiet it is in the Badlands. This pano was one of the first things I shot out here and the clouds were kind of off and on after this but I still stopped at every cool spot I could find and took a ton of shots. If you are interested I shot a quick video of myself working here ->>

youtu.be/2MWzeKBlD-Q

  

This one looks great on a metal print! - aaronj-groen.artistwebsites.com/products/-pinnacles-overl...

 

www.HomeGroenPhotography.com

The Family is out of town. I mentioned this to a guy at work and he said, so what are you doin' with your time? I said photos of course. He laughed a little and said, "hobbies, cool".

 

It struck me as odd. I don't see photography as a hobby. Its so much more than that to me. I don't want to be chessy and say its how I define my reality, but I will say that it lets others see the world as I do. I sure like that.

 

Anyway, this is Spirit Falls in the Columbia River Gorge. I still have yet to see all the falls in the Gorge, but they are all on my bucket list. I did lots of research on how to get there. Many have described the trip correctly, and many have not. Its not true that there is no trail. The trail is there, and not all that hard to find. A lot of it is slide areas where you simply slide down the hill. But it is true that climbing out is not at all fun. I had a friend who had a silly theory, he said you are born with a specific number of heartbeats. If you work out, you burn them all off and die sooner. That's why skinny old ladys who stay home all day, smoke, and eat piazza live to 130. Silly I know, but if true, I lost about 2 years of my life climbing out because my heart was going like crazy.

 

When you park the car the trail is a bit hard to find. You have to walk to the side of essentially a cliff and look down. The trail is down the cliff. Once to get past that its not that hard to go down. Coming up is the harder task.

 

Once down there it took me a good 1/2 hour to figure out how everyone got the pictures they did. Many have shot from up high, near a large, and fantastic, tree. Its the obvious location of choice. I expected to shot from there too. However, the trees have grown over and now blocked the view. I was not going to be jerk who busted the branches to get an image. I just had to find another way.

 

Others seemed to shoot from another spot, down lower, but there was no way to get down there. See, when you arive, you are up high on a smaller sort of cliff, about 20 feet up, looking down at the falls. The main falls was only one set of falls that were actually down there, but there were creeks falling in the vicinity too. After I looked long and hard, I saw that you had to walk down the creek, along the edge of the 20 foot cliff. After that, you need to actually scramble down the creek waterfall itself, rock by rock and under trees. You could see that others have done this, the good hand holds had a patina to them. So down I went. You do get a little wet, but its the only way down. Once down there, the shots were limitless. This one is a panorama, stacked three across and three down. Even the fish eye could not get the whole scene, so I used a panorama to get it all in. I tried several times to use Photoshop's panorama feature, but it was confused, and could not pull it off, so I had to do it manually. I have to say, it was time consuming, but methodical and I actually enjoyed it. It took about 2 hours on the stitching alone. Slow and steady I guess.

 

Oh one more thing, the water. Like the others have said, I did not over saturate the water, or change the color. That's the actual color of the water. I have NO idea why the water has that deep turquoise color. But its magical to see.

 

This location has become my second favorite so far here in Oregon (technically its in the Washington side of the Columbia River Gorge). I want to go down there again and shoot a full 360 panorama to try to capture the whole scene. The creek falls are picture worthy in their own right.

The hit song of Little Jimmy Dickens,

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfYFx6MOTYU

 

Lyrics

One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street

Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet

Took a penny from my pocket

In his tin cup I did drop it

I heard him say as I made my retreat

 

"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"

"May an elephant caress you with his toes"

"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"

"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"

 

The laundry man is really on his toes

Found a hundred-dollar bill among my clothes

When he called me I came a-runnin'

Gave him back his dime for phonin'

I heard him sayin' as I turned to go

 

"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"

"May an elephant caress you with his toes"

"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"

"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"

 

I was way behind one day to catch the train

Taxi driver said "We'll make it just the same"

The speed cop made it with us

And as he wrote out the ticket

I stood by politely a-waitin' for my change

 

"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"

"May an elephant caress you with his toes"

"May your wife be plagued with runners in her hose"

"May the bird of paradise fly up your nose"

 

Songwriter Neal Merritt

  

"Timothy Leary's dead.

No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in.

Timothy Leary's dead.

No, no, no, no, He's outside looking in.

He'll fly his astral plane,

Takes you trips around the bay,

Brings you back the same day,

Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.

...

Along the coast you'll hear them boast

About a light they say that shines so clear.

So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast

To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier.

 

He'll take you up, he'll bring you down,

He'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.

He flies so high, he swoops so low,

He knows exactly which way he's gonna go.

Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary."

 

Legend of a Mind by The Moody Blues

"Such is the way of the world

You can never know

Just where to put all your faith

And how will it grow

 

Gonna rise up

Burning black holes in dark memories

Gonna rise up

Turning mistakes into gold

 

Such is the passage of time

Too fast to fold

Suddenly swallowed by signs

Lo and behold

 

Gonna rise up

Find my direction magnetically

Gonna rise up

Throw down my ace in the hole."

 

(Eddie Vedder, Rise)

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