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" 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the veins meet yeah,
No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold... "
- The Verve -
if you analyze it. Beyond the rudiments, it is up to the artist to create art, not the camera.
Brett Weston
HMM! Truth Matters!
echinacea, coneflowers, little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
for a Happy Caturday!
Bengal tiger / Königstiger (Panthera tigris tigris) in Ranthambore National Park, Rajasthan, India
Part III of this little "There's A Tiger On The Road" series
Previous parts in first comment!
La Ceja, Colombia; Central Andes; 2.300 meters above sea level.
Piranga lutea (Mountain cardinal / Piranga montana)
The Piranga montana or Mountain cardinal (Piranga lutea) is a species of passerine bird of the Cardinalidae family native to Central America and northwestern South America, from Costa Rica to Bolivia.
It was previously considered conspecific with the Hepatic piranga (P. hepatica) and the Vermilion piranga (P. flava), but they were separated into three separate species in 2001. The genus Piranga was traditionally classified in the family Thraupidae, but genetic analyzes indicated their transfer to the family Cardinalidae.
Six subspecies are recognized:
P.l. testacea - found in Costa Rica and Panama;
P.l. lutea - extends from southwestern Colombia to western Bolivia;
P.l. desidious - located in western Colombia;
P.l. toddi - present in central Colombia;
P.l. facet - typical of Trinidad, northern Colombia and northern Venezuela;
P.l. haemalea - found in southern Venezuela, the Guianas, and northern Brazil.
Happy Ass Monday
I see ya blowin' me a kiss
It doesn't take a scientist
To understand what's going on, baby
If you see something in my eye
Let's not over analyze
Don't go too deep with it, baby
So let it be what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny
It's just a little crush
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
It's raising my adrenaline
You're banging on a heart of tin
Please don't make too much of it, baby
You say the word "forevermore"
That's not what I'm looking for
All I can commit to is "maybe"
So let it be what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll pay loose
Not like we have a date with destiny
It's just a little crush
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
Vanilla skies
White picket fences in your eyes
A vision of you and me
It's just a little crush
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do
Depends on you
Analyzing humor is like dissecting a frog. Few people are interested and the frog dies of it.
E. B. White
Never idealize others. They will never live up to your expectations. Don’t over-analyze your relationships. Stop playing games. A growing relationship can only be nurtured by genuineness. “
– Leo F. Buscaglia
Each minute spend with any of you, is a minute well spent..... Thank you very much, for being who you all are!
Nothing is worth more, than to have Friends you know are true, not only around you, to benefit from you...
So closing 2019 without toxic people, users, liars and opportunists!! ......and starting 2020 with Good honest People !!
Took a while to realize who the true Friends are, one is missing because he is busy in RL, but never the less he was here in spirit!!
“Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XhDGkg8SpQ
BLOOD OF EDEN – PETER GABRIEL & SINEAD O'CONNOR
... And when you left the fields of yellow
faded in the winds of time
the golden ears of corn bowed down
finally beyond all reason or rhyme
But now my heart has risen up
the fields are red adorned with flowers
the bluest mountains reach towards the heavens
the promise of Spring is surely ours
I thought there would never be anyone else
to replace you in my field of dreams
but gentle words flow like a river
and settle within me or so it seems
I want to believe in the everafter
when our souls will meet again
but for now I must seek the quantum of solace
in the absence of the gentlest rain
The silent tears roll down the years
and bathe me in a rosy glow
the sunshine warms me; holds me closely
I feel immense that all I know
Is carefully parcelled; tied with ribbon
red velvet bow soft to the touch
a secret gift to be opened slowly
unwrapped; unveiled and loved so much
Inspiration is my succour
that piques my salient desires
I know that you will understand me
be happy someone tends these fires
the burning embers that you left me
now ashes crumble in the dirt
dust is dust that once was earthbound
in Heaven there is no more hurt
My heart sings out the freedom of nature
like a bird on the wing I soar so high
above the mountains through the clouds
swooping towards an open sky
I reach the stars just as the night falls
and cloaks the earth in silent reverie
sweet dreams my love; I know you're smiling
your generosity sets me free
Love is freedom to be ourselves
no matter what direction we take
the ones who love us are happy for us
and theirs is the love we do not forsake
Be still my beating heart; be silent
only when the end is nigh
for I am alive and my joie de vie
my joy of life cannot be denied ...
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Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
With all the processing options available today, it seems we become programmed to look at photos and immediately analyze what might be done to tweak them to make them better in some way. I recall when I first began photography 8 or so years ago, I knew nothing about anything and thus deleted at least 90% of my photos upon review, often all of them. Now, even though I still don't know much, I delete none on the basis of being possibly able to do something with them. Sometimes I do with pleasing results. Most of the time I do not and they remain buried in the archives where they will probably never do more than take up space.
When this view of the far north end of the lake (where the turtles bask in the spring and summer but have now already vanished into their hibernational haunts) appeared, now habitual thinking said, "what does this need?" I thought for a while and finally determined that there was really nothing I could do to make this photo better. Different maybe, but not better. Perhaps you agree.
So here you have it...an actual unenhanced SOOC snap shot of my beloved northwoods entering prime time for color. Maybe not too artsy...but still kind of pretty...;-))
are kleptomaniacs, paranoiacs, agoraphobists, and dolomites. A lot of our best friends turn out to be subnormal and not worth knowing... A lot of our criminals turn out not to be criminals at all, but merely to have a reaction for another person's money :-)
Stephen Leacock, "The Human Mind Up To Date — The Mind Wave," The Garden of Folly, 1924
Science Matters!
prunus mume, white japanese flowering apricot, 'Tojibai', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
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"To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand."
Henry Theodore Tuckerman
Explored August 3, 2021
To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy than to attempt to fully understand. (Henry Theodore Tuckerman).
(Spanish: Analizar el atractivo de una flor es como tratar de diseccionar la música; una de esas cosas de la vida que se disfrutan y viven en vez de tratar de entenderlas. por Henry Theodore Tuckerman).
"Cat fanciers appreciate the gravity-defying grace and exquisite balance of their feline friends. But do they know that those traits extend even to the way cats lap milk?
Researchers analyzed the way domestic and big cats lap and found that felines of all sizes take advantage of a perfect balance between two physical forces. The results were published in the Nov. 11 online edition of the journal Science.
It was known that when cats lap, they extend their tongues straight down toward the bowl with the tip of the tongue curled backwards, so that the top of the tongue touches the liquid first. That insight came from a 1940 film of a cat lapping milk, made by Harold “Doc” Edgerton, the MIT electrical engineering professor who first used strobe lights in photography to stop action.
But recent high-speed videos made by MIT, Virginia Tech and Princeton researchers reveal that the top of the cat’s tongue is the only surface to touch the liquid. Cats, unlike dogs, don’t dip their tongues into the liquid like ladles. The cat’s lapping mechanism is far more subtle and elegant. The smooth tip of the tongue barely touches the surface of the liquid before the cat draws its tongue back up. As it does so, a column of liquid forms between the moving tongue and the liquid’s surface. The cat then closes its mouth, pinching off the top of the column for a nice drink, while keeping its chin dry.
When the cat’s tongue touches the liquid surface, some of the liquid sticks to it through liquid adhesion, much as water adheres to a human palm when it touches the surface of a pool. But the cat draws its tongue back up so rapidly that for a fraction of a second, inertia — the tendency of the moving liquid to continue following the tongue — overcomes gravity, which is pulling the liquid back down toward the bowl. The cat instinctively knows just when this delicate balance will change, and it closes its mouth in the instant before gravity overtakes inertia. If the cat hesitated, the column would break, the liquid would fall back into the bowl, and the tongue would come up empty.
While the domestic cat averages about four laps per second, the big cats, such as tigers, know to slow down. Because their tongues are larger, they lap more slowly to achieve the same balance of gravity and inertia. "
Source: news.mit.edu/2010/cat-lapping-1112
I have captured this effect some years ago with my first cats, Zoé and Arwen, take a look in the comments, please.
And yes, Momo is back at home!!
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic: youtu.be/0OefNthkSVE
Institute for Disease Modeling and Targeted Medicine
Analyzing and treating the consequences of genetic alterations is the goal of researchers at the Institute for Disease Modeling and Targeted Medicine (IMITATE) at the University of Freiburg and the University Medical Center Freiburg, Germany.
Like a Rorschach inkblot, the water surface leaves interesting patterns to analyze Or, perhaps just an attempt to find harmony in chaos.
Myself - Layton Greene
Oh
Oh-oh
I remember feeling like I wasn't good enough
Had me questioning myself
I wasn't sure enough
Had me looking in the mirror
Tryna analyze my figure
I ain't perfect
You want perfect
So that figures
You always put me in a bad place (ooh)
Said we were moving at a fast pace (ooh)
It was all my fault (fault)
I fell in love too hard
I loved you when I didn't love myself (yeah, yeah)
Said you love me
But you only loved yourself
You rocked me so hard
You played all your cards right
You played with my heart
I might, I might not be the same way
You were walking in the door you wasn't saying, "Hi" (hi)
You were walking out the door you wasn't saying, "Bye-bye"
(bye-bye) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Seems like you only got that way
When things ain't go your way (ooh, ooh)
How could you tell me that you love me and behave this way?
Sometimes I don't
Know how I survived
You picked me up
You threw me in the sky (sky)
And when I fell you let me hit the ground (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, I still felt alone with you around
I learned my lesson (lesson)
Yeah shit got hectic (hectic)
But all in all the experience it was a blessing, yeah
You taught me patience (patience)
Can't skip the basics (basics)
Seems like you wanted only me for that sensation, yeah (yeah)
I remember all the lies (all the lies)
All the night you made me cry, yeah (made me cry)
When you controlled my mind (you controlled my mind)
Had me wishing I would die (had me wishing I would die)
You will never know how I feel (how I feel)
I gave my all to you, my love was real, baby (my love was real)
But you didn't love me
No, you didn't love me
I loved you when I didn't love myself
Said you love me, but you only love yourself
You rocked me so hard
You played all your cards right
You played with my heart
I might (I might)
Might not be the same way
Might not be the same lay
In analyzing fashion, I usually begin with the general silhouette and proceed to details.
However, when it came to Heartsdale’s Van Gogh Collection I went back into history to better understand the source of Nino’s inspiration for this collection – namely, that of the post-impressionist Vincent van Gogh’s “The Arles Sunflowers.”
They were meant as a sign of friendship and welcome, but also of Vincent's devotion to Gauguin and gratitude as his artistic leader.
That said, I am also very grateful for Nino’s artist contributions to Second Life with her wonderful jewelry art contributions over the years here. She serves as an inspiration to me and many others. I appreciate her dearly.
This HJ Van Gogh Collection comes with 3 different petal color options – white, pink, and yellow.
I also wanted to draw reference back to Sascha's Diada Jacket for us to better appreciate its beautiful fleece underlining, drape, collar, and other finish details with this pink version. The Sascha’s Design Diada Outfit ensemble is rigged for Maitreya (+ Petite), Legacy (+ Perky), Freya, and Hourglass mesh bodies.
This Heartsdale Van Gogh Collection and Sascha's Diada Outfit are exclusive for Swank's February Fifty Shades of Red Event.
♥ Taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Swank%20Events/177/124/25
One of my attempts at the "Crazy Tuesday" theme "I Love"
Because - in case you haven‘t heard me mention it - I LOVE MUSIC! I love writing and making music more than almost anything else, I love listening to music, analyzing music, thinking of lyrics, talking about music, looking for hidden meaning or symbols in music, sharing music I love with friends and getting recommendations from them, dancing to music, etc.
Here‘s a song by the incredible band "Mewithouyou":
Torches Together
Why burn poor and lonely?
Under a bowl or under a lampshade
Or on the shelf beside the bed
Where at night you lay turning like a door on it's hinges
(First on your left side, then on your right side, then your left side again)
Why burn poor and lonely?
Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building
We'll cut into shape and set into place
Or if you'd rather be a window,
I'll gladly be the frame
Reflecting any kind of words
We'll let in all the blame
(And ruin our reputation all the same)
So never mind our plan making
We'll start living
Anyway, aren't you unbearably sad?
Then why burn so poor and lonely?
We'll be like torches - We'll be torches together!
With whatever respect our tattered dignity demands
Torches together, hand in hand
Why pluck one string?
What good is just one note?
Oh, one string sounds fine I guess...
We we're once 'One Notes'
We were lonely wheat quietly ground into grain
(What light and momentary pain!)
So why this safe distance, this curious look?
Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?
Why pluck one string when you can strum the guitar?
Strum the guitar!
With no beginning, with no end
Take down a guitar and strum the guitar if you're afraid,
And I'm afraid and everyone's afraid
And everyone knows it but we don't have to be afraid anymore
You played the flute but no one was dancing
You sang a sad song and none of us cried
Shot with a Fuji "Fujinon-EFC II 64.5 mm F 6" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.
In life we always encounter this crossroads, we stop and we analyze each path.
Is not easy, sometimes we need to take a dark path to let us reach the unknown beauty of our destiny...
The true is that you will never know the destination of the other path, because you had the free will of not walking on it.
Never stop to think on the "what if?"... they are useless, because the path will never be the same of the decision time you left behind...
"If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man." - Fyodor Dostoevsky
You'll Never Walk Alone
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
♫ Song
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Dress : Roxy Foxy Dress - -> UC (United Colors)
Tattoos:
Arms : -Endless Pain Tattoos- Adachi @ -> Mainstore
Leg : -Endless Pain Tattoos- Tallulah @ -> Mainstore
"To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand."
Henry Theodore Tuckerman
"To analyze the charms of flowers is like dissecting music; it is one of those things which it is far better to enjoy, than to attempt to fully understand.
Henry Theodore Tuckerman
"The flehmen response in elk involves curling back their upper lip to expose their front teeth, which helps them analyze chemical signals, particularly pheromones, from their environment. This behavior is especially important during mating season, as it allows bulls to assess the reproductive status of females and make informed decisions about courtship"
DuckDuckGo
These last two posts have subtle differences based on evolving design principle I cant articulate and probably don't understand, but if I could explain, I would not be motivated to do the art in the first place and this would not exist.
is called a philosopher ;-)
Ambrose Bierce
HBW! Public Education Matters! Resist!!
cercis, redbud, 'NC 2017-9', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
My photos of objects and Mandelbulb 3D forms, merged and digitally tickled.
All rights reserved. This photo is not authorized for use on your blogs, pin boards, websites or use in any other way. You may NOT download this image without written permission from iSEEthings, Jeff Fornear.
Zenith created ‘Humain’ in his hometown Antwerp, in 24 hours he painted a huge hand on a blind wall (50 meters high) of the Provincial Institute for Hygiene in the Kronenburgstraat, where covid-tests from all over the province are analyzed.
Artist: www.instagram.com/__zenith______/
“It’s called ‘Humain’ because people are central. During the pandemic we have noticed that we especially need each. The word “humain” also includes the word “main” or hand in French “
“I chose a hand because first of all it means connection. Secondly, it is a reference to the Antwerp myth of Brabo that cuts off Antigoon’s hand. Antigoon repressed Antwerp. Third, it refers to our colonial past. Belgians have cut off the hands of oppressed people in our colonial past. ”
“I don’t want to attack or blame anyone, but it can help to have a conversation about that past.”
how about analyzing my DNA? :) i just noticed my flickrversary is coming closer. :)
(please keep in mind that i have to fave pics in the evenings as long as my browser problem is not solved.)
UN GRAND MERCI à TOUT LE MONDE ET AUX AMIS ! PITCHOUNET !
J' AURAI LES RÉSULTATS DES ANALYSE POUR LA TUMEUR DANS 15 JOURS !
ONE THANK YOU to EVERYBODY AND TO the FRIENDS! PITCHOUNET!
J ' SHALL HAVE THE RESULTS(PROFITS) OF ANALYZE FOR THE TUMOR IN 15 DAYS!
Taken in the original "Old Quebec City" (OQC), this night time image contains three distinct elements. When planning a shot I like to let myself take notice of an area and then analyze what is attracting my attention. Strangely enough it is not always obvious.
In this case the bright orange of the restaurant umbrellas took first place. The wall to the right is from an old Inn and the veranda was part of it. The Chateau Frontenac is high on a hill looking over "OQC". These three elements came together nicely and also represent the area.
OQC is from the 17 hundreds while the Chateau above opened in 1893. It is one of my prize shots from the trip and best represents the new and the very old.
Six and a half years ago, the scientists of SETI began receiving garbled and unintelligible communications from points unknown. What they could perceive came out as a series of clicking sounds, but they repeated precisely indicating that some form of intelligence was behind the transmissions, not something randomly generated as was first thought. The top linguists on the globe were brought in to analyze the communications until finally five years after initial contact one Professor Winnefred Littledove from Lichtenstein made a breakthrough and with an army of people and computers behind her, she at long last was able to decipher the clicking into words. Those words were chilling and they read, 'Your planet is in danger, we are here to help.'
The reply was made simple for the sake of expedience and yet took days to form, 'how so?' Littledove pushed the send button herself and silence filled the room as no one even breathed in anticipation.
Two days later came the foreboding reply, 'We have been studying your world and can see that you are nearly at the point of no return in the effects of global warming, soon many thousands of species will cease to exist including yourselves if something isn't done immediately. We have a solution.'
After several days and many sleepless nights of translations
a response was hurriedly recorded and in less than an hour SETI sent its one word reply, 'Yes?'
Newly minted corporal Emmit Woodcock awoke the next morning feeling a bit fuzzy from the night before. His squad had taken him out to Galway Bay Pub and eatery where they proceeded to 'tack on' his new stripe, this is accomplished by punching the chevron on with great force to prevent it from ever coming off. Groggily he sat up and put on his slippers and headed for the loo to rid himself of a few ales. Sure enough, and the reason for the slippers, he came across yet another of his 'houseguests' and proceeded to stomp the cockroach with equal parts disgust and pleasure. "Twenty seven!" He proclaimed. No sooner had he finished his business the ancient air raid warning horns warbled on. He'd never heard one with the exception of in the movies, but there was no mistaking the noise. He hurriedly donned his OD's from the night before and dashed for the door, just before turning out the light he called out, "twenty eight!"
The ECM, emergency communication memo, on his phone ordered him to report to coordinates unknown to him and off he went. When he reached the park at Bellingham Bay his world became very surreal. An army, literally, of men were unloading sandbags from ancient deuce and a halfs and piling them to make a wall, a wall halfway around a glowing globe of tremendous size towering above them smoldering from its recent entry into Earth's atmosphere.
"What's going on?!"
Sgt. Jones gave Woodcock a quick glance, "It's an invasion, I hear that these things are landing everywhere, get busy with that wall!"
In between tosses of sandbags Emmit could see 50 cals. being set up left, right and center with infantry between. Yelling to be heard to the man next to him he asked, "what about tanks?"
"Armored is on its way, it's just us right now."
Suddenly all noises and movement ended as an audible mechanism inside of the alien craft whirred up and engaged. The bottom half of the orb opened as five doors swung slowly down and away in an unnatural and creepy movement much like a claw opening. Emmit vaguely heard the order to take cover, but he was transfixed on the otherworldly happenings transpiring before him and was consumed by the feeling of dread and although he was covered in sweat, he felt very cold. Then, through the murky darkness, the new corporal began to perceive movement, a slow, methodic wave of movement. Crawling out of the spacecraft came gigantic spiders, eight legged, multi eyed, hairy spiders and along with the clicking noises that they were making he went from cold to frozen. No one can remember if there was an actual order to fire, but fire they did. After the massacre was over there was much clapping on backs and cheering for their victory, for never was there a more fearsome enemy to overcome. Songs would surely be sung in their honor.
Back at SETI what would become known as the final transmission was finally translated roughly at the same time that the Battle of Bellingham Bay was taking place, it had taken days of work to decipher as it was longer than the rest and it read: "At last, it is so good that we can now communicate for we have so much that we want to impart to you. We have sent word to bring atmospheric condensers and we have the schematics here aboard ship so that when they arrive you will be able to set them up and not a moment too soon, any further delay would have meant a global catastrophe. I will send a team of scientists down now, help is on the way."