||[loneoceans]|| - A photograph a day.

[loneoceans]

Salutations forum members!

I'm not new to this forum but I haven't really been posting much. Therefore I decided to improve my participation with a photo a day, and I'll try hard to keep up. By the way, if my photos don't show, do tell me and I'll fix them. Using Flickr at the moment.

I must say that many members here have fantastic photos! I have lots to learn and I appreciate feedback, so please critique and comment on my pictures if you wish! Shall not write too much; thus begins my poem a day, and my picture a day thread.

Picture 0001; _
11 Jan 2008

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Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.

- Francis Bacon

[night86mare]

francis bacon eh

i like the abstraction in this shot. nice start! welcome to apad and i hope you keep posting throughout the year, it's fun, you'll see.

anyways, just to note - perhaps you might want to edit picture0001 to reflect the day posted (12 Jan 08).. it's just a rule to allow for easier management of the galleries, i suppose. please go through the apad gallery guidelines . also, you seem to have double-posted the thread.. to delete the multiple thread, go to the first post in the thread, look for "Thread Tools" select the "delete thread" bullet.. and click on "Perform Action" accordingly. cheers!

[eikin]

welcome to APAD

i've added the date for your first post, you can still edit the format by clicking on the edit button at the bottom right of your post.

[loneoceans]

Thanks for the welcome. I've removed the double-post and fixed the date. On to my second photo!

Picture 0002; Radiance
12 Jan 2008

People often describe dusk and dawn as the golden moments. Sometimes everything lines up right, and you happen to be at the right place with a camera, and the moment is captured.

I got this shot while walking home one day. The cloud was moving to the left; I ran up the overhead bridge, waited for the right time, and took a picture. The moment was gone in a couple of seconds. Perhaps that's why they're called the golden moments.

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The sunset is herself
I never noticed it
Before
Until today

-Aldo Kraas

[ssping83]

wow.. nice rays of light.. nice shot.. =)

[Bcool]

Originally Posted by loneoceans Picture 0002; Radiance 12 Jan 2008

Your efforts to capture this scene was worth it.
Awesome shot brother.

[loneoceans]

To Bcool and ssping83, thanks!

Picture 0003; Beautiful Fragility
13 Jan 2008


At the corner of the wall lay a spider and a lovely web. The afternoon sun was low in the sky. As I went in for a closer look, the sunlight lined up perfectly and I composed my shot. The next day, the rain came, and washed it away. Sometimes, beautiful things are fragile, and we should treasure them. Like this spider's web; or like love, friendship, and life.

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The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

- E. B. White

[Ah_K]

wonderful web shot
very good eye & composition

[loneoceans]

Thanks Ah_K!

Picture 0004; Reflection
14 Jan 2008, Monday


What is life but a fairytale?
p.s. watch Pan's Labyrinth.

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I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

- Mirror, Sylvia Plath

[loneoceans]

Picture 0005; _
15 Jan 2008, Tuesday


A two-photo Panorama taken from Mt. Kinabalu, featuring the South Peak.

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Why is it among the most
glacial mountain peaks
I find
the greatest warmth?

- Mountain Peaks, Ivan Granger

[night86mare]

my word

pardon me, but are you deleting the post and bumping up the thread by posting it again? i definitely saw this before 4am, was asleep then. this has happened more than once, so just want to make sure i'm not hallucinating about pictures and threads in clubsnap.

the last shot is beautiful, btw

[loneoceans]

Originally Posted by night86mare my word pardon me, but are you deleting the post and bumping up the thread by posting it again? i definitely saw this before 4am, was asleep then. this has happened more than once, so just want to make sure i'm not hallucinating about pictures and threads in clubsnap. the last shot is beautiful, btw

To night86mare, yup I did delete the post and fixed it because the picture wasn't showing. Either my connection to flickr was problematic or something (using flickr to host), so I thought maybe the post had some problem. Seems ok now yay! No need to bump thread; I mean I'll do that automatically everyday since it's APAD!

Oh yup thanks. The scenery was nicer than it looks in the picture, really; I think everyone should go climb a mountain. I learnt a lot on that trip. Now a photo for today!

Picture 0006; Steps
16 Jan 2008, Wednesday

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Stairs fly as straight as hawks;
Or else in spirals, curve out of curve, pausing
At a ledge to poise their wings before relaunching.
Stairs sway at the height of their flight
Like a melody in Tristan;
Or swoop to the ground with glad spread of their feathers
Before they close them.

They curiously investigate
The shells of buildings,
A hollow core,
Shell in a shell.

Useless to produce their path to infinity
Or turn it to a moral symbol,
For their flight is ambiguous, upwards or downwards as you please;
Their fountain is frozen,
Their concertina is silent.

- A.S.J. Tessimond

[loneoceans]

Picture 0007; White Spider
17 Jan 2008, Thursday


Sometimes, all we need to do is to look around us a little more closely. This was taken awhile ago when I was walking around in the park. I happened to be looking around the leaves, quite randomly, and I saw this little spider. It took a while for the spider to get into the right place, but it was worth the wait.

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Ariadne,
mother spider,
spins her web.

This is no work.

The silken threads just
follow where she goes
where the wind blows.

Ariadne sings and laughs,
she never turns around
she never sees the true expansion
mastery in tapestry
all the worlds
encompassed and depicted here.

Ariadne lives and breathes, sleeps
and drifts the timeless tides
wakes refreshed to travel yet again -
a shining ocean
or a violet moon
has caught her eye.

- The Spider, Silvia Hartmann

[loneoceans]

Picture 0008; Self Portrait - Shadows
18 Jan 2008, Friday


Taken at a beach with very contrasting lights.

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He dances and he flickers
He taunts me and he laughs
He disappears and shrinks and morphs
And I always by him, pass

He says that I'm the shadow
That I'm the one who follows him
I'm the one that shrinks and grows
And I away when it gets dim

I tell him that he's wrong
That I'm the one who's real and strong
And yet the whole day long
I listen to his tired song

And I begin to wonder
Why am I so real?
Is the only prerequisite of life
The ability to feel?

And so I begin to wonder
As the lantern light grows slim
Am I the owner of this life?
Or does that fall to him?

- The Shadow, Shana Armstrong

[loneoceans]

Picture 0009; Beach with Cresent
19 Jan 2008, Saturday


Taken at Bintan. What a lovely beach. The sky was exceptional that night - not too common in Singapore I guess!

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Louder than gulls the little children scream
Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam;
But others fearlessly rush in, breast high,
Laughing the salty water from their mouthes--
Heroes of the nursery.

The horny boatman, who has seen whales
And flying fishes, who has sailed as far
As Demerara and the Ivory Coast,
Will warn them, when they crowd to hear his tales,
That every ocean smells of tar.

- The Beach, Robert Graves

[loneoceans]

Picture 0010; Forest Dream
20 Jan 2008, Sunday


Wandering in the forest of dreams. Taken during the descent of Mt. Kinabalu.

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'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne'er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.

So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!

- The Forest Reverie, Edgar Allan Poe

[ssping83]

enjoying your apads.. meaningful caption (and poetry) too.. =)

[loneoceans]

Originally Posted by ssping83 enjoying your apads.. meaningful caption (and poetry) too.. =)

Thank you ssping83! Very much appreciated

[JediForce4ever]

You have a good eye for different stuff.haha

[loneoceans]

To JediForce4ever, thanks! The world is not scarce of beauty - we just have to pay a bit more attention!

Picture 0011; Cat in a park at night.
21 Jan 2008, Monday


Dark nights conceal dark secrets. They say the eyes are windows of the soul. But what if you can't see them? This was taken at a park; it was difficult to get the exposure right, and I had to creep up carefully to the cat, taking care not to scare it away, and hope that it would hold its pose.

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How Beautiful You are
In my mind
As I see your loveliness
For the first time
I see a perfect sculpture
Of heavenly features
The Gods above
Have bestowed upon you
Dark Hair, Mysterious Eyes.

Features Of a Goddess
I wonder if the Gods Above
In the court Of Zues
Will become jealous
If ever they knew
My heart skipped a beat
The moment I laid
My eyes upon
Their most prescious
Creation.

Your beautiful face
Is an image
That will dwell eternally
Within my treasured thoughts
Your sensuous dark eyes
Stare deep into my soul
Making me feel aglow
Before your presence.

Will I survive
If ever you embrace me
Within the softness
Of your arms?
Will you press my head
Against your heavenly bosoms?
Will you kiss my forehead
Even though
We've just met?

Will I be blest tonight
As I'll see you
In my dreams?
After the sandman
Dust my eyes.

- Dark Eyes, Mysterious Eyes, William Bonilla