about the colours of beauty

be warned, this is amazingly beautiful. one of those natural wonders that keep us wondering. as for the colours, just let them seep in. enjoy !

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the little guy takes the cake

was out streamside seeing things that aren’t really there,

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when out of the corner of the eye i saw this beautiful little puff look up in my direction and continue towards me picking up wee morsels along the way, chomping them down quickly.
the main camera and tripod where precariously balanced on a pointy boulder so i grabbed a few images of Mr. Mouse with the phone. its not the smallest of phones but i can only imagine that it probably must have seemed as a wall to him but that was neither here nor there for this guy, he was on a mission, a straight-line mission.mr mouse 1

here he is bottom-right pushing against the phone to get through ! 😆
take care Mr. Mouse, you made my day.

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‘The adventure of the Lion’s Mane’

contrary to Conan Doyle’s story which bears that very title, i can’t really tell you this animal’s adventures or even how it lived, but can only pictorially report it’s death, however

at this point in my life i’ve seen about a billion dead creatures but none as amazingly beautiful, creepy, hallucino-trippy, galaxy-encompassing, fleshy, cool, gooey and oh, i just can’t find any other words so i will just leave you with this Lion’s Mane jellyfish i found on the beach yesterday at Gare Loch, a sea loch connected to river Clyde near Glasgow, Scotland to enjoy.

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for the love of water

and everything that lives in it.image

this creature lies in one of my favourite playgrounds, the Aude river near home. the fish that live in it are rather pretty as well.

moonglow

by Benny Goodman

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“It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue

It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you

I still hear you sayin’, “Dear one, hold me fast”

And I keep on prayin’, “Oh Lord, please let this last”

We seemed to float right through the air

Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere

And now when there’s moonglow, way up in the blue

I’ll always remember, that moonglow gave me you

It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue

It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you

I still hear you sayin’, “Sweet child, hold me fast”

And I keep on prayin’, “Oh Lord, please let this last”

We seemed to float right through the air

Heavenly songs seemed to come from everywhere

And now when there’s moonglow, way up in the blue

I’ll always remember, that moonglow gave me you”


here’s the soundtrack for you to sing along. enjoy !

“Let the river take you, wherever that may be… “

sounds cliché but how cool is this ?

Sound recordist and Montana local, ‘Fishman’ Mike Kasic, has an unmatched obsession for the underwater wilderness of the Yellowstone River. In this 10 minute essay film, Mike swims the Yellowstone like a human-fish through swift river canyons, watching trout in fast currents filled with frothing water tornadoes, stopping only to body surf river waves.

Dewey

a long-long time ago in what seems to be another lifetime i knew this guy named Dewey. i don’t think it was his real name but that’s what everyone called him.

he balded early in life and had this old-timer Popeye look about him. he smoked a pipe several times a day and sort of had the same vocabulary as the stocky cartoon sailor.

its not like he had big bulging muscles, did any super-guy deeds and i don’t remember any tattoos or any lanky female companions (because he greatly favoured them overly-obese) but, he lived in a shack-type house near a port and that was enough for me to make the connection.

when you walked into his house you could smell all sorts of things and even if most of those where quite unpleasant, an overly eager imaginative mind could trick itself into believing they where smells from far away places brought back in moldy wooden crates in the bottom of the hold. one of his musty possessions was a wooden canoe but just like its owner, had never seen water, much less the open sea.

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one never knows what life brings but something tells me i’ll never see Dewey again and that’s ok. people are just like water, they come and go, they either land somewhere or flow from one area to another and eventually and inextricably evaporate into thin air, and the cycle continues.

“Ha! hold my Brain; be still my beating Heart.”

hold on there both of you, what’s coming up might be intense…

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title quote from William Mountfort’s Zelmane 1705.

an otherwise schmaltzy, overly drab, iffy romantic essay on the indirect art of not relating to fly fishing in any meaningful manner, but at least the title kinda depicts how i feel when i’m staring into watery void.

sort of.

River Deltas and belly-button Innies and Outies

these two have a lot more in common than most of us might think.

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superb and simply explained, this short clip from MinuteEarth gives us a really nice introduction to river mouth formations. whether we chose to use this info to maybe determine the better spots to fish around estuaries or just because its fun to see belly buttons and rivers is up to the viewer but i’m pretty sure your kids will get a kick out of the latter. enjoy !

Lecanoscopy:

– a form of self-hypnotism involving staring at water –

well, that’s a new term for me but believe me, it hasn’t fallen on deaf eyes. in fact, the whole ‘For the Love of Water’ section has taken on this new name. at 525 posts its more than obvious that i very much do love making water images but even if the old title fit the description well, i never really liked the title itself.

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above is a little something i’ve been working on for a while that i hope you’ll enjoy: in-camera multiple exposures with the idea of creating strata, or layers within the original one-plane watery subject. i used to do a lot of multiple exposure images when i was using large format view cameras. it was easy and very predictable. it was always on a sturdy tripod and the huge viewfinder was well, big… and i could draw on it with a small grease pen to mark all the previous exposures, not overlap and get just-right compositions whereas my little camera is pocket size and hand held, making it a bit trickier to get desired results but sometimes it all works out and that sometimes makes it even more special. the problem with predictability is its predictable and predictable gets boring very quickly.

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just in case you’re tired of all the obnoxious holiday tunes and want something a little different, here’s the mix that was playing on my MP4 whilst layering away. most don’t like ‘Ambient Trip Space Recreational Drug Use Relaxation’ sounds but a) you don’t have to press play ! b) it works just as well without recreational drugs and c) its really not bad at all as its all layered all over the place making it fit in quite nicely with my image, but mostly d) its through this tune that i discovered the lecanoscopy term in SHADOW WOLF CYBERZINE, an old school, true original text format, 80s-90s cyberpunk ezine with contemporary contributors well worth checking out, specially if you’re in the mood for being both in the past and in the present at the same time. enjoy !

two baby birds and a billion droned Sockeyes.

here’s a five and a half minute hovering reminder of just how f’n amazingly beautiful and fascinating our world is.
breath it in deeply and don’t exhale. enjoy !

for the love of water

“You look at where you’re going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you’ve been and a pattern seems to emerge.”

that’s a quote by Robert M Pirsig that i tend to agree with, even if those patterns are continually changing, shifting, criss-crossing.

i do look back, deeper and deeper into the water and see more and more but it all inevitably leads back to square one and somehow that senselessness makes sense.

gotta start somewhere

way in the back there, yup, on top of the peaks. the white stuff; it’s snow, the first snow of the season and what might be the last snow to melt later on next spring.
for now its just an insignificant sprinkling but if there’s a lot more and our little friends are lucky this’ll all end up in their home and they’ll have a lot more space to do all the fishy things they do when they’re not confined to barren rivers.
gotta start somewhere…

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 Pyrenees Mountains, Andorra