Here is a very quick example of good lighting and bad lighting for rainforest photography. I show this to prove to people just how much difference the right lighting makes to a photo. A lot of people know in their minds what conditions are best for a good photo, but they just don't have the patience, or aren't prepared to make the effort to be there when the time is right.

The top photo was taken in sunny conditions. You can see how the contrast has affected the picture. Parts of the photo are burned out, and other parts are too dark in shadow.

The second photo was taken when the sun was behind a cloud. These are the conditions you want for a good rainforest photo. The light is much more even, there is detail where before there was not in the bright areas, and even the shadows are not so harsh.

So when people try to explain how much difference the light makes, it is not just a small hypothetical difference that won't really show up in your photos. A good nature photo is not just about how expensive your camera is, or even how much you know about photography. A big ingredient is simply this: how much trouble are you prepared to go to for a photo?

Hope you like the photos, and I hope this encourages a few people to spend a little more time in the rainforest. Don't forget to visit my website at www.naturesimage.com.au

Also, if you want to learn more about good nature photography explained in terms you can understand, visit this page www.naturesimage.com.au/page/25/default.asp

 The park was relatively huge, so after taking pictures of the cherry blossoms, and debating whether I'll jump into the car and cruise around, I remembered I have limbs that need to be used once in a while so I decided to stroll. Lo and behold i found these

Yes sheeeep! Ever since I arrived here I have'nt seen one! I gues its inevitable as this country has more sheep than humans. I have a theory that when kiwi's die, they are actually reborn as sheep.

Then I noticed that the park was actually packed with humans too. And most of them are in pairs. You know, with their partners. Heck even the sheeps have partners, its soo depressing.

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Edo

There's a few things, it seems, I regularly complain about... At work it's the constant lack of space, when it comes to photography is the constant lack of time! This year, for one reason or another, I haven't manage to go out and enjoy the autumn colours. Yet, I say, I'm sure I still have time. This one is actually last years and it'll work as inspiration for what's to come.

Scared? No? Well, damn.

Unfortunately, the above is very true. Every single thing on this planet, including you, me, and Mrs McGarry, the nice old lady down the road, are going to die (especially Mrs McGarry, the nice old lady down the road). Technically, it’s not even our fault.

You see, our bodies’ cells contain numerous bits and bobs, including DNA (and I’m sure you all know what that stands for). Now, for some reason, that DNA contains a string of information that decides, off the top of its head one fine day, to tell all your cells to give up their repairs. “Not to worry, chaps. That’s enough. You all go on vacation, why don’t you?”. And then we die. Our organs function for as long as they’re able, and then they give up the ghost, you flat-line, and the next thing you know you’re relatives are picking out caskets.

Of course, as anyone who watches ER or CSI: Really Bloody Edition will know, old age isn’t the only thing that’s going to knock us off. One, the body itself can pre-empt that obnoxious and murderous string of genetic material and start killing itself off a lot sooner. Cancer occurs as a result of certain cells reproducing wildly, the result of which is that you start forming tumours and all manner of things in places you really wish you hadn’t.  Then again, it may actually be your fault. Don’t get enough exercise, eat McDonald’s three times a day for fifty years, smoke cigars in place of breathing, and you’re body will eventually decide “Screw it”, and shut down. As people and documentarists the world over have enthused for decades, our bodies are wonderfully efficient machines.

Ever poured plaster of Paris into a car engine? You get the picture.

Then we come to the list of outside sources which are intent on doing you in, and goodness it’s long. It’s a wonder that any of us are still alive.

Diseases (gosh, aren’t there many of them?), starvation and malnutrition (presumably not affecting anyone with the ability to read from a computer screen), poisonous animals (like female black scorpions in mating season, to name one example at random), non-poisonous animals (Great White, anyone?) and then, the crowning glory of homo sapiens, the weapon.

Sticks, rocks, bigger rocks, axes, spears, axes and spears made out of metal, axes and spears made out of stronger metal, bows and arrows, bows and metal arrows, swords, maces, shields (which are a weapon, as anyone whose ever been hit on the head with one will know), catapults, elephants, horses, chariots with sharp bits glued on, whips, knives, guns, cannons, bigger guns, smaller guns, rockets, missiles, tanks, and the atomic bomb. And that’s a condensed version. Yes, yes, I know that “Guns don’t kill people, people do”, but as Eddie Izzard said “I’ll bet the gun helps”.

Of course, sometimes the most innocent of objects can do you in as well. How many people have fallen down stairwells, choked on an assortment of nuts, been electrocuted by their toaster (in and out of the bathroom) or been strangled by their garden hoses? These things weren’t designed to kill people (at least, I hope they weren’t) but they do, often in fantastic circumstances, but they do. Of course, things like cars aren’t designed to kill their owners, but they do a terrific job of getting the job done nonetheless.

Luckily for us, with so many people alive (briefly) today, and the occurrences of death across all categories spread across an unfortunate few (relatively), everyday we play the odds on the Game of Life. We can always minimise the risks by looking both ways when crossing the street, washing our hands and food (though not in the same place), avoiding the temptation to inhale rocket fuel and by not swimming in places like Great White Lake (“Over three hundred hungry Great Whites, fed once a month! Bring the Kids!”).

You get the picture.

Bontage (Pre-Deceased)

I took an unneccessary amount of pictures of myself, and I intend to post at least 10 of them on flickr. Maybe a few more. Lots of my big stupid face. I will say, some are rather pretty. For a jade face. I wanted to show my make-up off. My expensive makeup. Yep.

Padding through the dark house

the one thats not my home

I'm singing myself a lullaby

so i'll feel less alone

Crickets voices coming from outside

Can't block out they're song

I hear you tiny voices friends

and, yes, i like your sound

are you crying out for comfort there

like i am doing now

It's 2 AM.

I just sat the phone down,

with far less emotion this time.

Got lots to figure out, got lots to think about,

but tonight all I can do is sing.

This is my way, I'm alone and kinda happy

that my impulsive dialing was met with nothing.

No nervous jumbled conversations racking me with anxiety.

Trying to stay afloat in this big big world,

and this little little girl can't help but cling

to anyone who might keep her head above water.

And my tiny pink heart has been slashed and torn,

but i'm a good seamstress and I never give up,

so i put on my thimble and I stitch it back up,

and you'll never hear the whole story of the pains and the loves,

cause I don't think any of it really matters.

Thats not whats really real to me.

Show me beautiful words,

Fill me with sweet melody,

and I indulge,

drink it up like a thirsty bum,

but all I really want to do is lie in a field

and stare up at the skys,

and build a little fire,

and laugh

and play

and fuck

and then lay back down in the grass with you.

And maybe a fuzzy blanket to keep the bugs out.

All i really want to do

is dig my hands into earth

and let it form itself

into something possibly useful,

or pleasant to look at.

To throw paint on a canvas

and color the world the way I see it.

You want everything defined,

you want everything to mean something,

but you believe that nothing has meaning.

So what do you expect when I wink

and tell you its of no consequence

if we go right or left.

If we went the wrong way,

well love,

all roads lead to each other.

There always seems to be a new way

to get where we're going,

and the roads will lead back to where we began,

if we need them to.

Detours have been numorous,

and paths have been unclear,

but when we get it together,

i swear,

it will be all kinds of good.

The accuracy overwhelms me,

that you know me so well,

it makes me love you and hate you,

cause you think you've got me figured out

and i fuss

and i fight

and tell you about how I'm an ever changing entity,

knowing good and well how full of shit I am,

and how your about to call me on it.

And you do.

Cause you've got me figured out.

So I'll smile and tell you to fuck off,

and you'll walk over

and grab me about the waist

and kiss me.

And we'll laugh because banter is what we do best.

Because we're both full of shit.

And we both know it.

Because everyone is alittle melodramatic sometimes,

some more than others,

but you and i dear,

we know it

and its fun to mock it,

to mock the steriotypical lives of husband and wife.

Yes yes, you really are still my bestfriend. Its good to laugh again. With you boi, with you.

*Everything I do is judged

and they mostly get it wrong

but oh well

cuz the bathroom mirror has not budged

and the woman who lives there can tell

the truth from the stuff that they say

and she looks me in the eye

and says, would you prefer the easy way?

No? well ok then;

don't cry.

I do it for the joy it brings

because i am a joyful girl

because the world owes me nothing

and we owe each other the world

I do it because it's the least i can do

i do it because i learned it from you

and i do it just because i want to.*

*ani*

The first blog of my life. Today we are taught by our mentor Gunawan from the Antara group on how to create a blog. We are five students at the moment, under the wings of number 14 journalistic class.

some pictures from ancol..

Milgram's experiment. Right here is the link. I can't believe this.

I know I've read about this before but this time the pin has pricked me...and then outright stabbed me. And I am shocked.

Why do accept leadership and authority with such ease? We really need to open our eyes. This is total absurdity.

It needs to be spread out in your mind. Just because someone is a leader doesn't automatically make them better or smarter than you. We put these labels and automatic stigmas on people just because of what their title is.

It needs to be clear to us, right now. Every person in this whole world is the EXACT SAME. We are all people. All of us. You think that the authority figure above you is so much smarter than you or better than you or has superior judgement. But the truth is oftentimes they are just better at playing their role.

They are leaders. They act like they know what they are doing. It's their purpose and goal. It doesn't make them any smarter.

We all need to take a small shot of reality here. Start seeing everyone as yourself. Your preacher, your politician, your boss, your CEO...anyone in your life. Start to look at them as yourself. They are the same as you.

Take things objectively. Step outside and see the light. See the whole picture. Enron is the perfect example of smart actors making things look good. You think they are the only ones in Corporate America doing this? No way. They just took it far enough to get caught.

Quit shocking your friends just because someone in a suit tells you it's ok. Especially if they tell you they will take responsibility. No one can take responsibility for your actions but yourself.

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©2008 Jordan Kevrekidis

But this one had to happen.

Sometimes, who we are is about what we do - I was a Cville Working Mom, for instance.

But my life these days is shaped now around place, where I am - which reminds me of the first college class I ever taught, English 101, the theme of which had to do with place and identity. So in some ways I'm coming full circle.

Only, I know enough about life now to know that there are never really true full circles. At least, not for very long. Circles tend to loop on out, or spiral back in. We cover the same territory, over and over, but we never step in the same river twice.

And so it is with my park. THE PARK. The park across the street from our new place of residence, as of a few months ago. I go there every day, sometimes twice or three times, and every time I go I see something new - a new person, a new kind of person, a new tree, a changed leaf, a strange sign. The City is planning to revamp the park (when it has money) - change out the old play structures, remove the leaking wading pools, add a sprinkler area - but I'm discovering that the changes I find on a daily basis, small as they are, require their own consideration, and have their own heft and impact on me, on those of us who wander in and out.

When I was eight, living for a while in Germany, a place thick with green trees choking the sky, I got annoyed with God for his lack of imagination. "Why are they all green?" I remember asking my Dad. "It's so boring."

All these years later, I'm starting to understand that the deliciousness of trees isn't about color; it's the miracle of so many individual shapes, the amazing variety within the same color scheme that makes you go on looking and looking. It can have a dizzying affect, staring into the lush fringes of the woods.

And then, of course, I didn't see a deciduous landscape in the fall until I was 16, when I came east from California. I'd never witnessed the crazed frenzy when all these green trees rush out their inner reds, oranges, golds.

But once I did, I bit my tongue on my 8 year old's impatience.

God knew what she was doing.

These are from a trip to the Adirondacks. I took a bunch but only uploaded a few. Some of them look really great full scale, check them out along with a bunch of other stuff here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/12054673@N02/sets/72157605533384033/

so I spent some time outside with my new camera.  I got it 3 weeks ago, but today is the first day I figured out how to do macro shots.  I decided I can keep the camera, now that I figured that out!

And I figured out zoom

I wanted to go to the lake, but we didnt make it.  What a beautiful evening sky anyway!

This was taken in Norway, but it was taken and posted by a Russian speaker, so it fits the theme. That place is stunningly beautiful, I want to go!

After the Puja I went to visit the northern part of Bangladesh.I was travelling with an intention to swimming across Ram Sagor.This image was taken one evening in the remote village of Ponchogor.

I hope all you people will enjoy it.

Excerpts:

There is reason to believe that rock art will illuminate a critical turn in human history. There is also a provable connection to the evolution of mythical archetypes. Archaic rock art depictions came first, but were followed by an outpouring of conceptual elaborations, as ancient artists gave imaginative expression to the celestial forms and events that inspired the myth-making epoch. Both the rock artists and the myth-makers had true perils on their minds. The rock artists recorded and the myth-makers interpreted electrical events in the sky, as plasma discharge sequences moved through discrete phases, some of celestial beauty, others intensely violent and terrifying. +++

A team of about 30 volunteers, including specialists from several fields, assisted Peratt in the investigation, and he has since gathered more than 25,000 rock art images.

The illustrations of one interesting formation—the “squatter man” shown above--are taken from Peratt's recent paper in "Transactions on Plasma Science" of the Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers, in December 2003. Peratt states his conclusion forthrightly: The recurring petroglyph patterns "are reproductions of plasma phenomena in space".

Peratt’s findings are particularly significant in their contrast to traditional explanations of rock art. The majority of rock art authorities, particularly those with primary interest in Native American sources, argue that only images of the sun, moon, and stars reflect actual celestial phenomena. Apart from such associations, most authorities claim that global patterns do not exist. Rather, they tell us, the ancient artists projected onto stone the subjective content of shamanistic trances. Peratt’s investigations say the opposite, and they confirm dozens of patterns of rock art that occur globally. Through massive labors, some apparently taking whole lifetimes according to Peratt, the artists recorded immense discharge phenomena in the heavens.

See: http://www.thunderbolts.info/tpod/2004/arch/041231predictions-rock-art.htm

My comment: Those ancient artists, always leaving their stuff lying around... Man, talk about a light show!

The Thunderbolts is a group of cosmic investigators who believe the universe is electrical and plasma filled, not empty space with gravity-held formations. This is throwing "out-there" science on its rump. See who they are:  http://www.thunderbolts.info/team.htm and what they say: http://www.holoscience.com/