Skies

connecting with Skies...
“I wonder whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again.“<br/>I personally think that every adult should be prescribed The Little Prince and read it once a year. For severe cases of adulthood—twice a year.
When you think you need to be a good friend and take at least one picture of your buddy during your trip together, but the best you can manage as a portrait photographer is something like this. Well, the portrait didn’t turn out so bad, as long as he can find himself in the picture. Not even sure why he still talks to me...
I don't know what the minimum distance a path needs to be to be considered a hiking trail but the Window Trail in Badlands National Park is 0.15 miles long one way.
Everything in Alaska highlights how wild this place is. Even here in Seward, the mountains shrouded in blue midday mist look massive and mighty despite their relatively low height.
If you happened to look at the world light pollution map, you’d find out that there are almost no places with true dark sky in the entire US east of Mississippi (Western Europe is even worse in this sense). A few exceptions include Northern Maine, Adirondack mountains in upstate New York and, to some degree, Dolly Sods/Spruce Knob area in West Virginia. And at the same time, on the other side of the ocean, in the country I was born, the electricity now is one of the most valuable assets.
Bass Harbor Marsh might not be the most famous part of Acadia National Park, but its presence highlights the diversity of nature in this wonder of the East Coast.
It is such a simple yet profound process of living the cycles of nature. Feeling every moment instead of letting them disappear in the routine of a regular day. Thirty minutes before the first twilight, full darkness, taking pictures of the sky, astronomical twilight, nautical twilight, a few other shots of the foreground, civil twilight, sunrise, then driving back home and to the office.
I'm so lucky there was no representative of social services in this Alaska state park when my little daughter was crying, exhausted after the long hike, cold and wet in the rainy and windy highland tundra, while her retarded daddy was trying to create a composition for the photo. I'm sure she's still plotting a revenge in her head.
The spectrum of reactions from people viewing this photo is as wide as it gets. Some appreciate the composition; others are upset by wind turbines “ruining” the landscape. Still others celebrate clean energy. The point of this picture? Only you decide.
While some entrepreneurs promise to send people to Mars in the near future (apparently because there is not much left to f..k up on this planet), some people just casually travel there…
After feeling miserable and annoyed with all the people who were jumping into the frame, I took three long breaths... It didn't help at all and I remained same annoyed. But finally, one of the tourists ended up completing my composition in a very photogenic way.
Do you know the best part of an approaching storm in the badlands? Definitely not the chance for incredible light for landscape photography. It’s the fact that sometimes these storms actually bring falling water—which immediately turns the clay-like soil into a slippery mess. After only two previous experiences skating in my life, this was my third. A two-mile hike on a skating rink back to the parking lot.
There were dunes. And there was silence. Daunting silence. Then came the roar from two fighter jets performing their routine exercises in the sky above. Then the planes disappeared and the silence returned. Even louder than before. Then there came the sunset and shadows. And when it got almost dark, there came a cloud of utmost beauty and color I had never seen before… I know those all are totally unrelated. Or maybe...
“Sleeping is a way of dying or at least of dying to reality, better still it is the death of reality, but reality dies in love as in dreams. The life of man is entirely occupied by the bloody osmosis of dreams and love.“<br/>- Salvador Dalí
It took me more than two years to get around to processing this photo. I love the feeling of discovering an initially underrated photo and turning it into something special.
One doesn’t often have a chance to feel like a saint. Unless it’s gliding on a surface of a many-mile wide but just two-inch deep lake. What typically is vast salt flats of the lowest point in the North America, recently turned into ephemeral lake due to the unprecedented rainfall in the park the past 6 months. Previously it happened almost 20 years ago. Nobody knew how long it would last this time. The Death Valley is undoubtedly full of life. The quintessence of its fleeting aspect.
One of the very few occasions when I — after looking at the sky — told myself, “There must be some beautiful light tonight,” and was right. Typically, my inner amateur meteorologist lies bluntly. Professional ones, however, lie even more. It's so good to be an amateur...
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