{"id":3299,"date":"2022-03-07T07:12:18","date_gmt":"2022-03-07T12:12:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=3299"},"modified":"2022-03-07T09:28:04","modified_gmt":"2022-03-07T14:28:04","slug":"altered-horizons-42","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/altered-horizons-42\/","title":{"rendered":"Altered Horizons 42"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Altered<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Back to this thing called scattering<\/a>. No, not what I did with my daughter\u2019s ashes. Scattering, as in the white lightening up at the horizon, at the farthest point one can see. That place where everything seems to end. The vast, textureless, colorless, unknowable Beyond. It\u2019s the phenomenon I tend to exaggerate in photo-shopping my fabricated landscapes.<\/span><\/p>\n

When sunlight reaches the earth, it filters through the air before hitting the earth\u2019s surface. On the path through the atmosphere, the lightwaves hit particles and then change direction and scatter. This scattering is what produces the blues and whites of the sky, the rosy red sunsets, and rainbows. All the beautiful mysteries I’m drawn to.
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It hurt my head to read about all the details of electromagnetic radiation and the various types of scattering. I just wanted to capture the light dancing on the differing textures of my bedroom rug, a horse\u2019s back, and a tea filter placed over a crystal saucer. And maybe the bright prospect of the unreachable.
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Altered Horizons 42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Back to this thing called scattering. No, not what I did with my daughter’s ashes. Scattering, as in the white lightening up at the horizon, at the farthest point one can see. That place where everything seems to end. The vast, textureless, colorless, unknowable Beyond. It’s the phenomenon I tend to exaggerate in photo-shopping my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2254],"tags":[2369,438,705,2289,2367,976,2366,2365,2351,2270],"class_list":["post-3299","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-a-h","tag-altered-horizons-42","tag-coping-with-loss","tag-dealing-with-depression","tag-fabricated-landscape","tag-follow-the-light","tag-grief-and-loss","tag-horizon-line","tag-scattering","tag-therapeutic-photography","tag-upended-life"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3299","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3299"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3299\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}