Brahma Kumaris
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Near Paradise, South Island, New Zealand
239/365 Not far from Paradise on the South Island, and with Isengard in our sites, we headed south toward Queenstown. We had emerged from the a more forested and remote area. Pasture lands, bounded by the nearby mountains, opened up before us and welcomed sheep to graze. Far up ahead, snow-capped mountain peaks caught the late day sun, signaling that daytime would soon be coming to a close. Sunset wasn’t that far behind.
238/365 Leave no footprints. No cars, no motorcycles, no trucks. The road along the port harbor is empty and quiet now. Night has taken over. The street lamps guarding the roadway wash the sidewalks and street in an eerie-colored light . A couple returning from the night’s activities slips through the dead of night, slowly biking along the harbor’s edge. Leave no footprints…
228/365 Some things are just a little different. Take, for instance, this bubble master on the beach at Point of Rocks creating his very unique brand of bubble art: enormous, colorful, elongated, dynamic, high-flying, ever-changing and engaging bubbles. Cape Cod just doesn’t see that every day.
213/365 True to the many descriptions of this mid-Atlantic archipelago, São Miguel, the largest of the Azorean Islands, is lush with mountaintop farms and richly verdant lands. And it’s no wonder. Weather patterns dramatically change from sun and blue skies to rain and fog in such short distance across the island. As the wet weather clears on the island’s northside, Mother Nature signs her artistic work with her favorite signature, a double rainbow.
224/365 Skies have gotten meaner and texture thicker, for nearly an hour, as we traveled the desolate highway on the way to Los Alamos. Rain’s coming, for sure. Desert floor with dry scattered brush is all that can be seen in any direction. Occasionally sun breaks through highlighting the flat-topped hills with layers of sandstone that dot landscape. It’s as though a landing area was marked … but for whom?
221/365 Morning has broken. Just past sunrise, the maritime haze is slowly burning off. The sky and water, reflecting the monochromatic light, meet at the horizon. Sailboats anchored just off the coast wait in the calm waters for the day to begin. Even the distant oil barge sits quietly for the moment, waiting for the day’s orders. Morning, indeed, has broken.
215/365 On this early morning a star radiates over the Sea of Cortez, lighting the way to infinity. The gentle sands guard the warm sea waters, ready to welcome the day’s visitors, soon to arrive.
216/365 At once, the range was clear. It was almost humorous. Running through the labyrinth of buildings, portals, courtyards and graffiti, I stumbled on the resting place. I paused, taking in the moment. Two-wheelers lay at the ready - powerful 4-stroke motorcycles sitting quietly for once, shiny bicycles lashed in safety to immovable racks, and the littlest of bikes saddled up with training wheels. I laughed at the range, and then kept running.
210/365 Sometimes it pays to turn around. On this night, I went chasing sunsets along a two-lane highway miles into the desert west of Phoenix. The sun slipping in and around some distant hills when, for a moment I turned around. Behind me, late day clouds were moving across the desert when a burst of sun painted the trailer park across the road. Rising over the park, the smokey-looking clouds caught the setting sun's intense golden rays . As if not enough, a small rainbow reached from the low-hanging clouds to the ground. Yes, sometimes it pays to just turn around.
205/365 Light plays the most vital role in photography. It fundamentally defines what and how you see, and how you feel about an image. Shading, clarity, tone, color and texture are all impacted by light. Light defines a composition, sometimes in the most fundamental way. Such was the case in this window-framed self-image, crafted with shadow and bright light.
201/365 A momentary glance out the window consumed my view with the color of summer. But something was different. There it was, frozen in motion among the flowers, reflecting the color from which it fed, drawing on the nectar of strength. The grace of a still hummingbird, and in an instant, it’s gone, darting about, to feed on the next source of color…
Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta, Albuquerque, New Mexico
185/365 The sky is full this October morning. As the day breaks, a Morning Ascension has blocked out every inch of blue sky, only to be filled by patchwork color and odd shapes as far as the eye could see.
193/365 As the morning heat rises off the canyon floor, dust-filled clouds gather above absorbing the mid-day sun. Peaks and valleys catch the day’s light…
186/365 Boardwalks cut across the lowland grasses surrounding Chincoteague Island,. Angry skies over the island darkened in advance of the forthcoming rains, but did little to dampen the spirits of those gathering for the annual pony roundup later that day.
Scranton Lace Factory, Scranton Pennsylvania
169/365 The gym is quiet now. Just the ghosts of games gone by. Once cheering reverberated from wall to wall - now gone silent into history. Oh, the stories these seats could tell...
178/365 A moment before the instant is a moment too. Just a different one.
Lavender Farm, Harwich, Cape Cod, Massachusetts
174/365 Lavender, on the nearby farm in Harwich, is deep in season … and couldn’t be more intoxicating. Royalty rich and velvety soft - we couldn’t get enough of it.
168/365 The harsh Monterey coast dodges in and out of the fading day’s light…
Dennis, Cape Cod, Massachusetts
170/365 There’s something so serene about a washed-out, mid-summer’s day on the Cape.
167/365 Manmade wing alone in the sky just catching the sunset light…
152/365 Narrow, winding roads guide the way through the mountains to the Jain temple, buried deep in the hills beyond Udaipur. Not alone, the road is guarded by the locals, monitoring all who pass this way…
155/365 Not far from the small village of Nordeste, along the northeastern coast of São Miguel is the oldest active lighthouse in the Azores - Farol do Arnel. Built 140 years ago, it can be reached by road approaching from the south (not visible here), while on the north side, steps carved into the rocky mountainside provide access to the coast hundreds of feet below. It’s location provides spectacular sunrise views to the east - with nothing more than wide open ocean between the Azores and the mainland of Portugal almost 1000 miles away.