The swelter-point of summer.  Orange heat at the height of the day.  Sunglasses de rigueur.  In the photo’s spirit we can also find the heat at its source.  Here are a few images to represent the heat’s core.

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London, day two.  Well, blog two.  Beneath the images we all know we should see, is a feeling about London.  Centuries.  Wisdom.  Literature.  Architecture.  Color.  People.    Beyond what to see is the personal experience of the journey.  The spirit of London, the aura of the journey.  These images try to tell those stories.  Want more?

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London is wonderful.  Of course, like any wonderful place it is at least two distinct places—the place with all the clichéd places to see, and the spirit that makes it so wonderful.  So, I’m posting two sets of photos.  Today I will post the tourist’s standards.  Tomorrow, the spirit my camera found.  Enjoy the images as much as I did the visit.

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Spring is bright with color and critter emergences.  Here are two bits of color in the woods, and a view of the woods through a marvelous, dense web.  That’s walking in the woods.

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It’s spring.  No (well, not much) more snow.  Woods and gardens will burst into the bloom of spiritual revival.  It’s an invigorating time to enjoy.

Bruce

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Snow may be the soft, romantic symbol of winter, but ice is the hard, crisp, surreal force that makes the winter world mystical.  I’m not likely to get more than one good snow a year in Philadelphia, but I do get temperatures cold enough and long enough to get ice, and we have constant seepage of ice—from the soil, from the rocks, as well as along the creeks.  So, for me ice becomes the way I can tell the stories of winter.  I’ve selected a few images, and I realize that it’s really easy to be trite.  I have offered an abstracted blue icicle, an “ice cake,” ice on the surface of a very large rock with melting bubbles underneath, two views of the stillness of ice covering a creek, and a waterfall tumbling to an icy base.  

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I’m offering  these and invite some of our site visitors to send in their own images of the ice of winter.  No clichés, please, but I’d really like to create a collection of ice photos from what a friend called, commenting on the work that appears on zingology,” a wonderful collection of talent.”  Care to join the fun?

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Rarely does it really snow in Philadelphia, but this one was real. The 2nd largest snowstorm in Philadelphia’s century of recording snows. In the midst of it, the storm was warm and encompassing, its effects beautiful and enchanted.

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We celebrate the colors of Autumn in woodsy leaves, but the spirit of Autumn comes in many textures and I find it all around me.

Photos by Bruce Wagner, images of Wissahickon Valley, Philadelphia

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The Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia was built in 1825, served until 1971, and represented an intense and compassionate approach to imprisonment–isolation and anonymity as vehicles for repentence.  Even today the power of the architecture and the sense of isolation challenge both the camera and the visitor.

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