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You can find me now and in the future by clicking
https://wheretofind.me/@peterquinton
You can adventure with me at my website: https://www.silenttheory.net
Our publishing label is: https://www.darkaelf.com
The books we wrote here on G+ are now on Amazon: http://amazon.com/author/peterquinton
You can find my footprints on GoogleMaps: https://goo.gl/maps/r2CtN5y38XJ2
Upon a time, once, when the world was young...
Hecuba was restless. She and her horse left home to find her fortune and adventure.
On the first day, she knifed a drink vendor for shortchanging her.
On the second day, she trampled a swineherd when he muttered under his breath.
Hecuba came to a fork in the road, and she asked the horse which way they should go. The horse was annoyed about leaving home, and did not answer. Overcome by doubt, Hecuba jumped down and sat in the middle of the road. The trouble with forks in the road is that you cannot poke them with a knife for information. And chasing them doesn't work either.
As she sat, Hecuba became convinced that she would never come this way again, and that the direction she took would change her life forever.
On the left fork, she saw a young good looking man approach. He was carrying a bottle of wine and was not wearing a shirt. She called to him, intending to drink his wine, "Come here. Tell me where you have been."
He stopped and said, "You are the most exquisite creature I have seen for hours. My name is Vice. Come with me, for this road leads my father's city called Pleasure. On the path are many taverns, and we can drink and dance at all of them."
Hecuba looked at him and briefly wondered where he had lost his shirt and why he was walking away from the city called Pleasure.
Just then, she saw a second person approaching from the right fork. This youth was wearing a shirt, but looked a little thin, had some piercings on his lips and gave the impression he might stutter.
Hecuba pursed her lips, and called out to him, "Come here Goth Boy. Tell me who you are and where you have come from."
The young Goth stopped and said, "My name is Virtue. The path I come from is cruel beyond description. At every turn, dangers abound. And, if you take this road, I will teach you how to write in Greek."
Hecuba sighed loudly and said to both young men, "Tell me something useful. Tell me if my horse and I will survive your roads?"
Vice says, "Your horse most certainly will survive. We will paint it pink. You and I will live in alcohol-fueled heaven."
She looked at Virtue, who shrugged and said, a little uncertainly, "We might have to eat your horse... But I can promise you that, at the end of the path, you will have 19 children, and become the most famous woman in the world."
Which path will you choose?
Thank you for all the wonderful moments we have shared. I am here. You will still be able to find me on my blog at http://www.silenttheory.net/ I will keep writing and taking photos - things you taught me to enjoy :)
#FarewellG+
(Image, Montague Island)
(text adapted from Letters, http://www.silenttheory.net/2017/02/letters.html a novel i am finishing this year :) )
You can find me now and in the future by clicking
https://wheretofind.me/@peterquinton
You can adventure with me at my website: https://www.silenttheory.net
Our publishing label is: https://www.darkaelf.com
The books we wrote here on G+ are now on Amazon: http://amazon.com/author/peterquinton
You can find my footprints on GoogleMaps: https://goo.gl/maps/r2CtN5y38XJ2
Upon a time, once, when the world was young...
Hecuba was restless. She and her horse left home to find her fortune and adventure.
On the first day, she knifed a drink vendor for shortchanging her.
On the second day, she trampled a swineherd when he muttered under his breath.
Hecuba came to a fork in the road, and she asked the horse which way they should go. The horse was annoyed about leaving home, and did not answer. Overcome by doubt, Hecuba jumped down and sat in the middle of the road. The trouble with forks in the road is that you cannot poke them with a knife for information. And chasing them doesn't work either.
As she sat, Hecuba became convinced that she would never come this way again, and that the direction she took would change her life forever.
On the left fork, she saw a young good looking man approach. He was carrying a bottle of wine and was not wearing a shirt. She called to him, intending to drink his wine, "Come here. Tell me where you have been."
He stopped and said, "You are the most exquisite creature I have seen for hours. My name is Vice. Come with me, for this road leads my father's city called Pleasure. On the path are many taverns, and we can drink and dance at all of them."
Hecuba looked at him and briefly wondered where he had lost his shirt and why he was walking away from the city called Pleasure.
Just then, she saw a second person approaching from the right fork. This youth was wearing a shirt, but looked a little thin, had some piercings on his lips and gave the impression he might stutter.
Hecuba pursed her lips, and called out to him, "Come here Goth Boy. Tell me who you are and where you have come from."
The young Goth stopped and said, "My name is Virtue. The path I come from is cruel beyond description. At every turn, dangers abound. And, if you take this road, I will teach you how to write in Greek."
Hecuba sighed loudly and said to both young men, "Tell me something useful. Tell me if my horse and I will survive your roads?"
Vice says, "Your horse most certainly will survive. We will paint it pink. You and I will live in alcohol-fueled heaven."
She looked at Virtue, who shrugged and said, a little uncertainly, "We might have to eat your horse... But I can promise you that, at the end of the path, you will have 19 children, and become the most famous woman in the world."
Which path will you choose?
Thank you for all the wonderful moments we have shared. I am here. You will still be able to find me on my blog at http://www.silenttheory.net/ I will keep writing and taking photos - things you taught me to enjoy :)
#FarewellG+
(Image, Montague Island)
(text adapted from Letters, http://www.silenttheory.net/2017/02/letters.html a novel i am finishing this year :) )
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Please accept this gift from me to you as i say farewell.
https://www.silenttheory.net Visions of the Sublime (a free book for you).
I have written the book in thanks for your support. Please feel free to take, and give to your friends.
The first people valued feathers from birds and assigned them symbolic and ceremonial importance. Bush folk also valued them, wearing a “gift” in leather hats to bush dances and then to battle fronts, when war called.
It was a different time. Practical clothes were made at home. Three changes of clothing was thought profligate.
Pride of place in a home was in the cool drawing room containing a piano. Around the room sat small reminders of the land: carved emu eggs; a book of bush poems; vases of dried native flowers and a display of feathers (sometimes still attached to formal hats, of both men and women). These were placed well out of reach of inquisitive children and only worn on formal occasions: a trip to the races; a bush dance; a baptism; a wedding or a funeral.
And, for fun, the people of that far away time wore them when they traveled to waterfalls.
Not every feather is a gift. Instead a gift is a happenstance. It is a feather left on a path by a bird: an emu; a bush turkey; a rosella; a cockatoo; or, most rare of all, a lyrebird. A feather taken from a dead bird can never be a gift.
In my culture, the culture of the Australia bush, a gift gains value and import according to how many times it is given. From friend to friend. From parent to child. The story of a gift and its re-giving is often told. A gift can not be bought nor sold. How we forget that the world was not once just about money and commerce.
When you regive this gift to your friends remember the gifts you gave and received on G+. Thank you.
Peter
Talaganda Wilderness 2019
https://www.silenttheory.net Visions of the Sublime (a free book for you).
I have written the book in thanks for your support. Please feel free to take, and give to your friends.
The first people valued feathers from birds and assigned them symbolic and ceremonial importance. Bush folk also valued them, wearing a “gift” in leather hats to bush dances and then to battle fronts, when war called.
It was a different time. Practical clothes were made at home. Three changes of clothing was thought profligate.
Pride of place in a home was in the cool drawing room containing a piano. Around the room sat small reminders of the land: carved emu eggs; a book of bush poems; vases of dried native flowers and a display of feathers (sometimes still attached to formal hats, of both men and women). These were placed well out of reach of inquisitive children and only worn on formal occasions: a trip to the races; a bush dance; a baptism; a wedding or a funeral.
And, for fun, the people of that far away time wore them when they traveled to waterfalls.
Not every feather is a gift. Instead a gift is a happenstance. It is a feather left on a path by a bird: an emu; a bush turkey; a rosella; a cockatoo; or, most rare of all, a lyrebird. A feather taken from a dead bird can never be a gift.
In my culture, the culture of the Australia bush, a gift gains value and import according to how many times it is given. From friend to friend. From parent to child. The story of a gift and its re-giving is often told. A gift can not be bought nor sold. How we forget that the world was not once just about money and commerce.
When you regive this gift to your friends remember the gifts you gave and received on G+. Thank you.
Peter
Talaganda Wilderness 2019
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Minnehaha Falls Blue Mountains National Park
Celebration: countdown 3
This was a popular falls a century ago. Recently, the trail to the fall has become unsafe. It has now been closed, perhaps forever. Even when open, these falls were surprisingly difficult to locate (because of poor signage, some of which once led me in the opposite direction to the falls). This was the view from the plunge pool below the cascade.
Image: A single handheld shot at mid speed to catch a little water blur (but it then took a number of shots to catch a moment without wind blur in the vegetation. The shot has been tone mapped to compensate for light mist, and to differentiate the different greens in the ferns and shrubs.
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i am publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. This is an unreprocessed image of this fall (3rd most viewed).
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
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Govetts Leap Blackheath
Celebration: countdown 4
In full flow, on a nice bright sunny day, the water of this deep leap changes shape from top braids, mid waves to bottom mists as water velocity increases.
Image: I originally processed this panorama of 5 shots with VSCO emulation Fuji Velvia 100 Landscape with vibrancy and image noise reduced. In the past 5 years, the post production tools available to photographers have improved dramatically - but VSCO has ceased making its emulations (which is a loss). This time i have reprocessed for printing toning this image for structure.
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i am publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. This is an reprocessed image of this fall (4th most viewed).
For those of you who have followed this collection, as a sign of my appreciation for your interest and support, i will be publishing a free downloadable 100 page book on these falls shortly: details will be posted on www.silenttheory.net later today.
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. An increasing number of fine photographers, story tellers and just nice people are moving to www.tipua.com . If you would like to try out a different, co-operative environment, come have a look - and maybe join us.
Celebration: countdown 4
In full flow, on a nice bright sunny day, the water of this deep leap changes shape from top braids, mid waves to bottom mists as water velocity increases.
Image: I originally processed this panorama of 5 shots with VSCO emulation Fuji Velvia 100 Landscape with vibrancy and image noise reduced. In the past 5 years, the post production tools available to photographers have improved dramatically - but VSCO has ceased making its emulations (which is a loss). This time i have reprocessed for printing toning this image for structure.
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i am publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. This is an reprocessed image of this fall (4th most viewed).
For those of you who have followed this collection, as a sign of my appreciation for your interest and support, i will be publishing a free downloadable 100 page book on these falls shortly: details will be posted on www.silenttheory.net later today.
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. An increasing number of fine photographers, story tellers and just nice people are moving to www.tipua.com . If you would like to try out a different, co-operative environment, come have a look - and maybe join us.
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Fall of Giants Wadbilliga National Park
Celebration: countdown 5
A giant once stole three girls swimming in a pool at the top of these falls. One of the girls called all the birds in the sky to help free them, and a multitude of birds came and threw the giant's head to the ground. The giant's head may still be seen at the foot of these falls. Look closely, and you will see the tears falling from his eye.
The Giant was not alone. Look and see the other giants all around us. When they torment, remember the birds. Turn to the sky and call them with all your breath.
This is the Tuross River at the Wadbilliga near the sunken forests of the Duea. It drops about 200m (600') and is one of the most remote falls safely accessible to bushwalkers.
Image: I have processed a slightly wider image (for printing as one of the images in a 'brutal art' exhibition). This is a wider angle version. I chose a soft 'ink and watercolor' approach to pick out each of the rocks in the scene (working with a black and white image before washing color back into the image).
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i am publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. This is a reprocessed scene of this fall (5th most viewed).
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. For more Australian photography, please check out my friend +Chris Sutton. Or check the b&w of
+madelene jeffery, the Scottish rambles of +shonie Hutter or the adventures of +Monique Helfrich.
Looking for a different social media site (one without the hate speech)? Check out the artist/photographer/friends social media site at www.tipua.com
Celebration: countdown 5
A giant once stole three girls swimming in a pool at the top of these falls. One of the girls called all the birds in the sky to help free them, and a multitude of birds came and threw the giant's head to the ground. The giant's head may still be seen at the foot of these falls. Look closely, and you will see the tears falling from his eye.
The Giant was not alone. Look and see the other giants all around us. When they torment, remember the birds. Turn to the sky and call them with all your breath.
This is the Tuross River at the Wadbilliga near the sunken forests of the Duea. It drops about 200m (600') and is one of the most remote falls safely accessible to bushwalkers.
Image: I have processed a slightly wider image (for printing as one of the images in a 'brutal art' exhibition). This is a wider angle version. I chose a soft 'ink and watercolor' approach to pick out each of the rocks in the scene (working with a black and white image before washing color back into the image).
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i am publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. This is a reprocessed scene of this fall (5th most viewed).
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. For more Australian photography, please check out my friend +Chris Sutton. Or check the b&w of
+madelene jeffery, the Scottish rambles of +shonie Hutter or the adventures of +Monique Helfrich.
Looking for a different social media site (one without the hate speech)? Check out the artist/photographer/friends social media site at www.tipua.com
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Jerrara Falls Bungonia NP
Celebration: countdown 2
At the end of a terrifying canyon, the Jerrara Creek falls a final 80m, 240' towards the Shoalhaven River. The canyon hosts 5 other falls ranging from 45m to 5m) in a one-way trip, inaccessible to any other than experienced abseilers.
I have one image to go in this series. As promised, today I published a book of this Collection (105pp, 52 plates) and it is available for you for free download at https://www.silenttheory.net . I encourage you to give it to friends and family. The book is meant as a celebration of all we were able to do here on G+. It is a gift from me to you. It will remain available for free until G+ ceases.
At the top of this fall, you will make out what appears to be a straight white pole just to the left of the top of the fall. It is a white tree trunk washed onto a high rock. While this landscape is dry and rocky, the (wet) canyon above the falls is moist, moss filled and full of long pools. There is about 100m there of the sort of swimming you do when there are sharks in the water. Inaccessible to all other than experienced abseilers.
Image: I have reprocessed this image from a sample of 736 shots of the fall area excluding, reluctantly, the canyon at the top of the fall. There are two superimposed panoramas here. The larger provides the rock wall and the amphitheatre near the base of the fall. The narrower follows the line of the fall, picking out the wet course.
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, this Collection has included the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views). This is a reprocessed image of this fall (2nd most viewed).
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. For more Australian photography, please check out my friend +Chris Sutton. Or check the b&w of
+madelene jeffery , the Scottish rambles of +shonie Hutter or the adventures of +Monique Helfrich.
If you are looking for a new social media home - come and join us at:
https.//www.tipua.com
Celebration: countdown 2
At the end of a terrifying canyon, the Jerrara Creek falls a final 80m, 240' towards the Shoalhaven River. The canyon hosts 5 other falls ranging from 45m to 5m) in a one-way trip, inaccessible to any other than experienced abseilers.
I have one image to go in this series. As promised, today I published a book of this Collection (105pp, 52 plates) and it is available for you for free download at https://www.silenttheory.net . I encourage you to give it to friends and family. The book is meant as a celebration of all we were able to do here on G+. It is a gift from me to you. It will remain available for free until G+ ceases.
At the top of this fall, you will make out what appears to be a straight white pole just to the left of the top of the fall. It is a white tree trunk washed onto a high rock. While this landscape is dry and rocky, the (wet) canyon above the falls is moist, moss filled and full of long pools. There is about 100m there of the sort of swimming you do when there are sharks in the water. Inaccessible to all other than experienced abseilers.
Image: I have reprocessed this image from a sample of 736 shots of the fall area excluding, reluctantly, the canyon at the top of the fall. There are two superimposed panoramas here. The larger provides the rock wall and the amphitheatre near the base of the fall. The narrower follows the line of the fall, picking out the wet course.
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, this Collection has included the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views). This is a reprocessed image of this fall (2nd most viewed).
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. For more Australian photography, please check out my friend +Chris Sutton. Or check the b&w of
+madelene jeffery , the Scottish rambles of +shonie Hutter or the adventures of +Monique Helfrich.
If you are looking for a new social media home - come and join us at:
https.//www.tipua.com
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Touch the spinning thread of destiny,
Rejoice the portion racing past your fingertips,
Relish your life in fair wonder with others,
Until the great destroyer takes us back, whence we came
Rejoice the portion racing past your fingertips,
Relish your life in fair wonder with others,
Until the great destroyer takes us back, whence we came
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Cave Creek Nepean (Woodhouse Canyon)
For fun. Woodhouse Creek enters a deep canyon through the long cave seen in this picture. A long exposure picks out color detail on the walls, including greenery where sun penetrates. This can become a raging torrent after rain in the catchment above.
More pics at: www.SilentTheory.net
[The web site has been rewritten pending the G+ close down, and ported to a secure domain. I would welcome any comments about the site as it develops over the next couple of weeks. I have turned comments 'on' at the site, as it attracts very little spam. ]
For fun. Woodhouse Creek enters a deep canyon through the long cave seen in this picture. A long exposure picks out color detail on the walls, including greenery where sun penetrates. This can become a raging torrent after rain in the catchment above.
More pics at: www.SilentTheory.net
[The web site has been rewritten pending the G+ close down, and ported to a secure domain. I would welcome any comments about the site as it develops over the next couple of weeks. I have turned comments 'on' at the site, as it attracts very little spam. ]
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The Den of the Nargun, Mitchell Canyon
Celebration: countdown 6
more images: www.SilentTheory.net
In the summer of 1875, with fires raging above the gorge, the explorers Bunjil-Bottle, Turnmile and Howitt stumbled onto this sleeping waterfall.
Escaping the Mitchell Canyon, they climbed up Deadcock Creek until they came to a "wonderfully picturesque and beautiful place" surrounded by steep cliffs. When they arrived, lyrebirds were dancing in front of the cave.
Howitt sat and sketched the fall, while the two Brabrelung men explored the cave behind the fall, full of stalactites, exclaiming "ko-ki" in wonder and talking about the place. It is this conversation that resulted in our present identification of the site.
Turnmile suggested that this would be a great place to set up home. However, Bunjil-Bottle sounded a warning, considering that the cave was a likely haunt of the mysterious creature, the Nargun. In his diary, Howitt attempted to describe some of the beliefs about the Nargun: "...it is like a rock ("wallung"), and is said to be all stone except the breast and arms and bands. It inhabits caverns into which it drags unwary passersby. If you throw a spear or fire at it with a bullet will turn back on you and wound you."
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i have been publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. As number 6 is similar to another image i shared recently, so, instead, here is a more recent image of a sleeping fall from East Gippsland, just as Bunjil-Bottle, Turnmile and Howitt may have seen it. If you look closely, you too will see the eye of the Nargun.
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. For more Australian photography, please check out my friend +Chris Sutton. Or check the b&w of
+madelene jeffery , the Scottish rambles of +shonie Hutter or the adventures of +Monique Helfrich.
A number of us are packing our bags for a new social media site that Chris has built for us. You are welcome to come join the community of artists and photographer and nice people coming together there:
www.tipua.com
Celebration: countdown 6
more images: www.SilentTheory.net
In the summer of 1875, with fires raging above the gorge, the explorers Bunjil-Bottle, Turnmile and Howitt stumbled onto this sleeping waterfall.
Escaping the Mitchell Canyon, they climbed up Deadcock Creek until they came to a "wonderfully picturesque and beautiful place" surrounded by steep cliffs. When they arrived, lyrebirds were dancing in front of the cave.
Howitt sat and sketched the fall, while the two Brabrelung men explored the cave behind the fall, full of stalactites, exclaiming "ko-ki" in wonder and talking about the place. It is this conversation that resulted in our present identification of the site.
Turnmile suggested that this would be a great place to set up home. However, Bunjil-Bottle sounded a warning, considering that the cave was a likely haunt of the mysterious creature, the Nargun. In his diary, Howitt attempted to describe some of the beliefs about the Nargun: "...it is like a rock ("wallung"), and is said to be all stone except the breast and arms and bands. It inhabits caverns into which it drags unwary passersby. If you throw a spear or fire at it with a bullet will turn back on you and wound you."
Celebrate: Thank you. To celebrate what we all achieved on G+, i have been publishing the 50 most viewed posts in this collection (with 450m views) until shutdown. As number 6 is similar to another image i shared recently, so, instead, here is a more recent image of a sleeping fall from East Gippsland, just as Bunjil-Bottle, Turnmile and Howitt may have seen it. If you look closely, you too will see the eye of the Nargun.
#CelebrateCountdown (please feel free to use this hashtag to celebrate your own favorite posts)
This platform has been great for photographers and writers. For more Australian photography, please check out my friend +Chris Sutton. Or check the b&w of
+madelene jeffery , the Scottish rambles of +shonie Hutter or the adventures of +Monique Helfrich.
A number of us are packing our bags for a new social media site that Chris has built for us. You are welcome to come join the community of artists and photographer and nice people coming together there:
www.tipua.com
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