Canyon Matka – Part 1v2: Pathways cont’d

Here are some more pictures of the walk back from the caves, I don’t think any particular commentary is necessary, just enjoy. Although these are more demonstrative of the treachery inherent to any wild and untamed place that feels the heavy hand of human civilisation: rebellion lies not far beneath the surface.

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In some places, the railing was completely absent. From the pale scratches on the rock below, it was deduced that this was relatively recent damage… So the walk continued with frequent glances upslope! ©rq, all rights reserved.

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This, I think, was the most uncomfortable place of the entire hike. ©rq, all rights reserved.

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Gateway to a magical world… ©rq, all rights reserved.

Is this the tomb of Amontillado? Or simply a bricked up cave? The words ‘Open Sesame’ didn’t seem to have any effect at all… ©rq, all rights reserved.

Urban Rainbow

I had slightly different plans, but what with the news and all, I think we can all use some rainbows instead.

If things get any worse, I will start posting picture of (one of) my cat(s).

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Edited to add this, decidedly not my photo, but amazing rainbows nonetheless:

This is in Iceland, apparently.

 

Mornings of the New Year

Another round of sametimesameplacing, this time with a variation (and no, it’s not the darkness). So first, the classic shot:

I freely admit, this is a week ago, so maybe it isn’t quite as dark anymore…
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This time, however, here’s a peek back towards the station and the town, just as the outbound (outbound from the capital, that is) train is arriving:

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We have since received a lot more snow, which has all melted again, but at least it looks a little bit like winter.

Today’s song talks a lot about December, but it still sounds great in January. It’s from Blue Rodeo, a classic Canadian band previously mentioned by voyager:

Hey hey I guess it hasn’t hit me yet
I fell through this crack
And I kinda lost my head
I stand transfixed
Before this street light
Watching the snow fall
On this cold December night
And out in the middle of Lake Ontario
The same snow is falling
On the deep silent water
The great dark wonder
Into the waves of my heart
Into the waves of my heart
Of my heart
Sounds like home to me.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland, part 4

ice flowers

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Some flowers, showing off their new “bloom”.

icicles

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Icicles growing in an old Roman quarry.

icicles

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cobweb

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trees

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Let’s call the “The Lovers”. As you can see, the right side tree didn’t fall onto the other one but started to its left, and then grew all around it.

 

Walking in a Winter Wonderland, part 3

Yesterday we saw the hair ice, today it’s needle ice. I had never seen that before either, and Mr still didn’t because he stomped past it without noticing. But I made sure he saw it the next day.

needle ice

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needle ice

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needle ice

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needle ice

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needle ice

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Walking in a Winter Wonderland, part 2

 

hoar frost

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A little star, caught on an invisible strand of spider silk.

hair ice

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These images show hair ice, a phenomenon that happens when very wet wood, usually colonised by fungi, freezes. I have never seen this before and man is it gorgeous. It can happen on wood lying on the ground, but also on dead twigs still attached to the tree.

hair ice

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hair ice

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hair ice

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hair ice

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hair ice

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Mornings at the Station

It’s getting dark. Once again, an impressionist shot. But I will say that this darkness is unusual – for one, crappy camera, but also today has been a particularly foggy day, and it’s only getting worse now that evening is upon us.

I’m enjoying the atmosphere of the second shot, though. I’m standing between the two tracks, and something about that light effect and the out-of-focus is very appealing to me.

The usual angle, as it were…
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Incidentally, I am currently reading José Saramago’s Blindness (mixed feelings). Today’s weather is a lot like his characters describe their blindness: just a lot of white. Although the fog here is probably less luminescent; going home is going to be interesting. Oh yes, and we lost all our snow.

Speaking of keeping a lid on things, I travel next week to Macedonia again, returning on the 23rd. I have mixed feelings about this trip, but I guess it’s good to be recognized?

The Morning Was Made of Magnesium

That might be a slight exaggeration, but the sunshine through mist was certainly a treat for the eyes. Photos from one morning out in the country.

One photo from the bedroom window, just in case I missed the beauty by the time I got dressed.
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Down in the appleyard, an air of mystery was dominating the scene.
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The bees, though, were casting shadows.
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Apple season is over, but the spiders are still hopeful for a hearty meal.
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The morning was so wonderfully bright; the future is far more murky. Today of all days, I send my good wishes out to those of you at the electoral crossroads. My reservoir of hope isn’t empty yet, but the edge of despair is never far.

It’s Still Beautiful

Remember this?

It is now about four weeks later, and five shades darker:

I’ll take another photo in another couple of weeks, same time, same place.
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Also I have a small confession to make: since I received my Acceptance Ring from Lofty via Caine, I haven’t removed it for any significant amount of time. Lately, though, it was getting loose on my thumb, to the point where it would slip off (into my purse, a pocket, the floor of the car), but I have always been able to find it again. Soon after taking this photo, however, it slipped from my thumb and fell onto the tracks. I can see it, every time I wait for the train, and I’m trying to get up the guts to retrieve it (believe me, train traffic is not nearly so busy for this to be a truly life-endangering activity) – my thumb feels naked, and I’ve lost a fidget toy.

On the other hand, there’s a strange appeal to knowing the ring is just down there, a little piece of the world of Affinity, a little part of my everyday morning. So I think that, eventually, I will go after it – when the evenings get dark enough for people not to see me rooting around underneath the platform. In the meantime, a small gift from friends has melded with something larger.

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That was…interesting.

Another storm seemed to be blowing in. I was looking out my studio window, and couldn’t figure out the intense light I was seeing, so naturally, I went out. Winds were about 25mph when I stepped out, and were ramping up quickly. I found the intense light, and was laughing, because it kinda looked like a portal to another universe was cracking open. Sometimes, I can truly understand why religious people get such fucked up ideas. As I was clicking away, it dawned on me that winds were now about 40mph, and branches were whipping and cracking. Where I am, you’re surrounded by trees, every which way. As I’m making my way back home, broken bits of tree begin to fly. Made it safely back and indoors. The wind reminded me of the ones generated by a nearby tornado years back. The high winds have gone intermittent now, and the sunset is a lovely, lurid orange. The ‘portal’ is gone, but it was certainly worth seeing! Most photos behind the fold, because lots of them. Click for full size.

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