Crystalline
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crystalline
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Reflections of a winter sunset. On a calm winter’s eve a small local salt water lake reflects a beautiful sunset.
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The light from a chandelier is always lovely and amazing
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This is a photograph of a bowl I filled with ultra salty water. I then left it for 3 weeks and took this photograph. Crystallisation could have been the first step towards self replication. This dead bowl of salt, could be our oldest ancestor :) So say “Hello Granddad. Your the salt of the earth.”
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Food for thought.
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Yes, the inflight movies were boring. That’s why, when I spotted ice crystals forming on my aeroplane window and realised I had my Tamron 90mm macro lens handy, I decided to dedicate some time to capturing some of them properly. This was probably the best one. The vaguely rainbow-coloured background is based on the actual even more vague colours bounced off the window (ie. this photo has had its saturation enhanced)... but really it’s the natural and random formation of the crystals and their ‘artistic’ placement that I was captivated by.
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PhotoShop
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Beautiful black and white with reflection
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Hoar frost crystals on a the bridge rail over Flat Creek. I walk the trail along Flat Creek, near my home daily. Today it was a bit brisk out, probably about 18 F. But it makes for fabulous photographs sometimes. I felt like I was in a fairy land this morning, all the tiny frost crystals were glinting in the sun as it topped the mountain…...........
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Canon EF-S 60mm f/2.8 + 68mm Kenko Extension Tubes
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I did this earlier this year with this song in mind and heart… Crystal / (Buckinham/Nicks) Do you always trust your first initial feeling / Special knowledge holds true, bears believing I turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove / Like the love that finally found me / Then I knew in the crystaline knowledge of you / Drove me through the mountains / Through the crystal like and clear water fountain / Drove me like a magnet / To the sea / To the sea How the faces of love have changed turning the pages / And I have changed, oh, but you, you remain ageless Like the love that finally found me / Then I knew in the crystaline knowledge of you / Drove me through the mountains / Through the crystal like and clear water fountain / Drove me like a magnet / To the sea… / To the sea… / ... Apo 2.07beta ~ 8000×8000px thanks for the look & listen, my friends! Serious Fun Studios ~ fractal art images and products Fractal Art Prints & Products by SBricker @ Zazzle* fractal art by SBricker @ devientART
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From the fine art photography of Wendy Bandurski-Miller redreamed January 4th 2009 in Sempronius New York early morning light crystalline ice on heads of Queen Anne’s Lace from the previous spring…... BEST VIEWED LARGE
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trying to find a path through the frozen high country to the portal of warmth and Light… Sterling ~ 4800×6000px thanks for the look, my friends! Serious Fun Studios ~ fractal art images and products Fractal Art Prints & Products by SBricker @ Zazzle fractal art by SBricker @ devientART
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Apophysis 3D hack A diamond for the one you love…
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Listen here”:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoTqGzs7HLU Just posting a diff vision of an ealier post… Wanted to make a card from this.. Thanks for taking a look. Lyrics: / Do you always trust your / first initial feeling / Special knowledge holds truth bears believing / I turned around / And the water was closing all around / Like a glove / Like the love that had / finally, finally found me / Then I knew / In the crystalline knowledge of you / Drove me thru the mountains / Thru the crystal-like clear water fountain / Drove me like a magnet / To the sea / How the faces of love have changed turning / the pages / [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/hWP ] / And I have changed oh, but you…you remain / ageless / I turned around / And the water was closing all around / Like a glove / Like the love that had / finally, finally found me / Then I knew / In the crystalline knowledge of you / Drove me thru the mountains / Thru the crystal-like clear water fountain / Drove me like a magnet / To the sea / I turn around and the water / was closing around me / Well i turned around ans the / water was closing around / Do be do be do do do do / I turned around and the water / was closing aroundd…me / Well i turned around and the water / was closing around…..
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old (semi-)abandoned house in erlangen, germany. april ‘09.
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Shot with Canon DSLR. As is. Featured in Elegant Elephants in July 2009.
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I’m something of a waterfall lover. I love to seek them out and when I find them, I love to sit at their feet and listen to all they have to say. They speak to me in a language of music, not with words, but rather in a melody that plays to the heart. I wasn’t aware when I began visiting waterfalls that I was seeking a new way to listen and a new way to be. But after awhile, I started to notice that I enjoyed the feel I received when in the presence of a waterfall. I wanted to get as close as possible, and when I encountered this particular falls, I just couldn’t get close. I could see it thru the trees across a partially frozen Laurel Creek, too treacherous to risk wading. I’d need at 600 mm lens to shoot it from the road. The day was planned for photographing wildlife in Cades Cove. It was like this waterfall was calling out to me. Stop a moment. Sit with me. I’m not too far to hear (continued with Crystalline Flow 2). / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f 5.6 @ 6 sec, 600 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Gitzo tripod, Wemberly head. Great Smoky Mountain National Park
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Featured with the group Wild Nature Photography and Writing Nov 2009 (Continued from Crystalline Flow) There’s the story that’s told of an old man who died in an accident along with his dear friend, Old Blue, the hound dog. They were inseparable, and it’s no wonder that as the man approached the pearly gates, Old Blue was right there by his side. A handsome fellow in formal attire welcomed the man, throwing open the gates to a city of diamond towers. The old man strode triumphantly thru the gates walking golden streets, his eyes brightly reflecting his surroundings. All seemed right with his world until he felt awareness stir deep within him and he looked down at his side to see that no one was there. Old Blue wasn’t there. He looked ahead and to either side but it wasn’t until he looked behind to the distant gate that he saw Old Blue waiting there. “Come here, sweet heart,” he urged, patting his thigh. “Come on, now, girl.” But Old Blue wouldn’t come. The man retraced his steps intending to force Old Blue to follow, but as he grasped her by the collar, he heard a voice say, “You can’t bring that dog in here.” The old man just stared up in surprise at the striking gate keeper in all his fine attire. He hesitated some moments before turning away from Old Blue and walking away back down the golden street. But his pace slowed as his feet grew heavy. He looked back at Blue, then again toward the diamond city, and each time he repeated this, the city looked less appealing and Old Blue more inviting. I can’t say how long it took him to make up his mind, but soon enough the man left that place and was back out on the path with Old Blue walking by his side. They came to spot where the road forked right thru a gap in a split rail fence, where a dirt path meandered thru a grove of maples ablaze in the colors of fall. He stepped up to the gap and noticed a man in the distance tending a small garden beyond the maple grove. “What is this place?” the old man shouted, but he had to draw closer to hear the gardener speak. He walked thru the gap and down the path and shouted his question once more. “Why this is heaven,” replied the gardener and he went back to his work. The old man stepped closer so as not to have to shout. “If this is heaven, then what was that place back up the road a piece, what with the streets of gold and diamond skyscrapers and such?” The gardener looked up and smiled, “It’s a place where people choose to go when true love doesn’t particularly interest them.” About that time the old man felt awareness stir deep within him. He turned to look back at the gap in the fence and Old Blue wasn’t there. He felt a familiar muzzle nuzzling in his hand and there she was right by his side. Old blue peered thru the maples into the garden until she had the gardener’s attention. He stood up amongst his plants and brushed off his knees and laughed saying, “Why, sure, Blue. You can bring him in with you.” And so it happened that a man and his dog found their way into heaven. / __ I wakened to true love at the foot of a waterfall. I heard it in the thunder of falling spray. I saw it in the light glistening off the cascades. I felt it as mist on my face and in the breeze exhaled by its flow. A voice deep inside me alerted me to its presence and as I continued to answer the call, the awareness grew within me day by day. There is something here loving me without need or agenda nor any expectation of return. I think I’ll walk with it for a spell and see what it has to show me(continued with Crystalline Flow 3. / ___ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F4s, f 8 @ 1/90sec, 200 mm, Fuji Reala 100, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head
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Featured in Light in the Darkness Group Oct. 2009 – Thank you! Futured in Photography Fun Group Oct. 2009 – Thank you! / / (Continued from Crystalline Flow 2) Looking Glass Falls is a 50 foot sheer drop located roadside just north of Brevard NC and though you’ll probably never have it to yourself, it’s still a beautiful site to spend some time. Hind sight is twenty-twenty, they say and looking back I get a sense that I came to that place in life where I took pause to ask myself, “Who are my real friends, anyway.” It was a wise man who once suggested that I figure out the five friends most important to me, because together their influence shapes my life into what it is to me. It’s interesting that as I stood in the foreground taking this image of Looking Glass Falls, I was able to ‘see’ my reflection in the water – not a visual refection but more like a gut impression of who it was looking back at me. I have to ask myself, do I hold precious those friends of mine who care enough to tell me the truth when I don’t seem to want to see it for myself? It can be challenging to sit at a waterfall’s feet and really feel what she has to say. It’s like looking into the eyes of a fawn; there’s nothing but love looking back at me, and that can be strangely disconcerting to bear….at least this is what I’ve found. I’ve found that receiving true love is feeling completely loved and this can contradict a lot of misconceptions hiding away beneath my awareness. I have to confess my surprise at realizing that I wasn’t very comfortable initially with feeling nurtured and supported. It wasn’t what I was accustomed to. The first few times I touched into the feeling of being loved in this way, I couldn’t stay there. I severed the connection like someone jerking a hand out of flames, afraid to feel. But I kept going back to the waterfalls letting them love me harder than I could resent myself. I’m grateful now for the guidance I found there in nature that insisted upon reflecting another view of me until I could bear to see it. Now as I take a moment to peer into these waterfall images; I sometimes let my imagination break free of the guiding force of my mind; I relax into the ebb and flow of my breathing as I listen to the water falling. I can almost feel the cool air bathed in cleansing mist as I breathe it in; I sink deeper into my seat and my spirit takes root deep into the heart of the earth as branches of light extend into the heavens; I focus my awareness within the center of my chest and let it fill and expand with light from the waters of my breath. And I’m there again experiencing myself new and renewed at the feet of waterfalls (continued with Crystalline Flow 4). / __ / ©Miles A Moody LivingEarth-Hearthealing.com. Written and photographic works are the sole property of copyright holder; reproduction in part or in full only with expressed permission or purchase. Nikon F5, f11 @ 4 sec, 75 mm, Fuji Velvia 50, Gitzo tripod, Bogen pistol grip head, Tiffen CP and W filters (continued with Crystalline Flow 4). /
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(Continued from Crystalline Flow 3) Mingo Falls flows like tears streaming down a rocky face. It was sad for me to find a waterfall enclosed by a shopping mall or captured within the bounds of a golf course. It didn’t feel quite the same. Cage a wild bird and it’s no wonder that she forgets her song, I’ve heard it said, but is this the way it is, or is this the way I make it to be for me? It could be that the bird had merely stopped singing momentarily to resume later on (when I wasn’t there to witness). I wondered why it was that I couldn’t hang on to that waterfall feeling when I returned to the challenges of my life in the city. Another story comes to mind that impacted me profoundly during this time: There was a farmer who had a deep dry well that he had been meaning to fill. He gathered his sons around the well one morning and they began the work of doing so. As the first shovel full of sand hit the bottom, they heard the distressed call of a donkey that had apparently fallen into the well in the dark of night. The farmer wrung his hands with indecision then said, “The poor animal is suffering; there’s naught we can do but hurry it along.” And as they proceeded to fill in the well, the cries of the donkey ceased. The farmer nodded to his sons, convinced that they had done the right thing to bury the donkey. The sun was setting as they neared the end of their task, but to their surprise, the donkey came into view. As a spade full of sand fell upon the donkey’s back, he simply shook it off and then stamped his feet and blinked his eyes. The sand was thus compacted underfoot, becoming a firm foundation and lifting him up. The farmer was beside himself and turned away to wipe tears from his eyes, as his sons cheered and shoveled in more sand. Finally the donkey stepped out of the well, walked into the field and began to graze on the lush grass growing there. Over time I learned how to bring the waterfalls home with me. There is that old saying, “Give someone a fish and help them today. Teach someone to fish and help them for a lifetime.” I guess I became more teachable. I suspect I learned how to change. I reckon it may be that I made friends with my life. Nikon F4S, f5 @ 1/4, 50 mm, Fuji Reala 100. / /
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glass cold cast in lightweight concrete
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