Showing posts with label Imagery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Imagery. Show all posts

Oct 5, 2016

The Golden Hour

Rich sunset over San Diego Mountains.
The Golden hour makes for Golden Sunsets 

That right there is one hell of a picture wouldn't you say?  Honestly, I am a terrible photographer. Even in this day and age when you would think no-one can take a bad photo, I manage to succeed at just that about 80% of the time. It's quite extraordinary really.

But what I lack in skill I make up for in sheer volume! I take pictures as if the world will end tomorrow and the only surviving account of what happened here will undoubtedly be the photos I've been taking with my Galaxy Note 4.  It adds an element of excitement to the whole thing.  I would say that I have collected somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 thousand photographs, almost all of which are stored in the cloud.

Data charges? Oh don't worry on that account. I scored a Terabyte of free data from Google for being a level 4 Local Guide (you don't want to know) and Flickr gives away another TB to new subscribers. So believe me when I say data storage is not an issue.

The photograph above, was taken a little below Mount Woodson, a quite famous hiking trail in Poway California. The timing of the photograph is what I would like to discuss in more depth however.

Up until a few years ago I had never heard of 'the golden hour' or 'the magic hour' as it is also called. This wondrous phenomenon has captivated me recently I have made deliberate attempts over the last few days to take advantage of the unique light that is produced during such hours. Essentially, the golden hour is a period of time just after sunrise and before sunset, when the Sun's  altitude is particularly low and its light passes through the atmosphere at a certain angle.

Small wooden Buddha statue in golden hour reddish light.
My little Buddha loves the Golden Hour 

Sep 25, 2016

Cloud-Cover in the Cascades

Cloud for ming over the Cascade Mountains
Cascade Cloud Cover

Clouds have the ability to inspire the human imagination like few other things in life.  Just as no two snowflakes are ever the same, so it is with the sky. The ever-morphing protean nature of its primary denizens ensure that our skies are anything but boring.  

While hiking through the Cascade Mountains I happened upon a cloud-birthplace of sorts. For several hours I found myself mesmerized at the constantly shifting churn of fog and and mist at what appeared to be only a few hundred feet from the Trail.  This violent ocean of fierce and foam mothered dozens of cumulo-nimbus children during my watch, and no doubt thousands more after. 

Clouds have lives of their own it seems; some hopeful and happy, others forlorn and disgraced.  As my imagination settled, I stopped fantasizing them to be anything other than what they were: simply beautiful.   

- Justin

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Sep 19, 2016

Apollo at Dusk

Looking through a series of photographs I took in my hometown of San Diego, I came across this pretty amazing tribute to the Sun God.
I keep my eyes on the sky and have for quite a while now. The heavens are changing before us, and I think most people, have noticed.  Never before did I look upon the Sun, Moon, clouds and changing star patterns as I do today.  What once was firm, is no longer. I invite you to do the same, and see what has changed in your mind's eye.

A link to the full downloadable image can be found here

 This sunset  preceeded an incredibly large and bright Moonrise from the opposite horizon.

A risen moon against blue sky and brown earth.
A risen Moon.
The Moon, its history and its mythic proportions, I find utterly fascinating.  I am quite taken with this etherial body and catch myself photographing it whenever possible.  After speaking with a Buddhist, and learning how his people follow a lunar calendar, I realized something rather simple and extraordinary: In the West not only do we not use a lunar timekeeping cycle, we don't use a true Solar one either. Our entire system of timekeeping is based on neither lunar nor solar events, but rather upon arbitrary days whose roots sometimes stretch back to ancent times, but more often hail from modern ones.

While this is may be common knowledge, certainly, I don't believe that the underlying implications of this way of life may be.
For Buddhists, who follow a lunar calendar and honor the moon at each full moon period, are deeply tied to the moon and its cycles in a way that we in the west can never be.  It makes no difference to us whether the Moon is here or there, up or down, waxing or waning.  We have lost our connection to the Moon and with it our connection to celestial events entirely.

Ask 10 people to spot more than a single constellation in the night sky, and you will see precisely what I mean. Completely disconnected.  When one thinks upon our clearly limited connection with the Earth, the point becomes even clearer. As above so below.  In the west we have become so very far removed from both our terrestrial and celestial roots, it is small wonder we treat the world as commodity and would do the same to the stars if given the opportunity.

We have neither Earth nor Sky to ground ourselves.  We toil away within the middle bubble as though the things we do are of any significance whatsoever, when compared to those constants that once anchored ancient man.

In that realization the falsehood to which we have condemned ourselves becomes apparent. Within it lies the key to a salvation, not born of material wealth or egomaniacal lust, from which we drive forward this society, as a master drives his slave. But rather a salvation more deeply rooted in the Universe of which we are part.

It was a mistake to give up the Moon.  She calls upon us to notice her cycles and mark her occulted dance. Perhaps that is what makes my fascination with her so complete. Would that I be an Endymion, in this ultra modern age.

- j

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Sep 18, 2016

Tiger Lily

This photograph of Tiger-Lilies was caught on the Pacific Crest Trail about 15 miles South of Harts Pass in Washington State.   In truth, I had no idea they were Tiger-Lilies; it was another, much more horticulturally minded hiker I was travelling with that identified them.  I stopped for a short time to capture as close an image as I could, and came away with this photograph. I am proud that it came out so well.  :)

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