G-ANEW during filming for a short Film about Wing Commander Paddy Finucane called 'The Shamrock Spitfire' which should be finished later this year. Henstridge Airfield, EGHS, Somerset, UK. 2023/04/03.

A new day, a new glass, a new toast to all.

I've had many an orchid over the years. Fascinatingly their relatively common and inexpensive access for the masses is a result of genetic cloning. However I've never had one re-bloom. Stacey has managed to keep this alive and to have it bloom again!

Fully restored to its original splendor while retaining much of the wonderful feel of age.

This image is a high resolution panoramic stitch.

"So let us begin anew - remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belabouring those problems which divide us.

Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms - and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations.

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.

Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah - to "undo the heavy burdens -. and to let the oppressed go free."

And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavour, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.

All this will not be finished in the first 100 days. Nor will it be finished in the first 1,000 days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than in mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe.

Now the trumpet summons us again - not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need; not as a call to battle, though embattled we are - but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation" - a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease, and war itself.

Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort?

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shank from this responsibility - I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavour will light our country and all who serve it -- and the glow from that fire can truly light the world. "

- Inaugural Address by John F. Kennedy - January 20th 1961

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This is the rhetoric that once came out of this country... Compare it to the message sent to the world by the current administration.

These are two very different courses. You need to choose one. You need to choose to either walk in the direction of freedom and cooperation, or towards terror and isolation.

An important election is coming up. The time has come to create a new world of law.

Vote Change. Vote Obama. Vote.

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Starting Anew

3 days post cataract surgery.

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I tend to avoid doing photography setups in the balcony because working from such a height meant that any fall would be nothing short of disastrous. However, they held their poses like a dream, and the photoshoot passed without incident!

Explored.

I have been absent on Flickr for quite sometime and am happy to say that I'll be fully-committed this time around. (I said that last time, but whatevs) I have been fairly busy with work these past couple of weeks and have been so inspired.

So, here's to the new year. A new start. A new beginning.

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This flickr is indeed starting to sound like a journal. This pic, for example - I only took it and posted it so I could write tonight.

Over the past weeks, I have been feeling quite different, in a bad way. I have been feeling off track and OCD struck me hard for the first time since I moved to London. I have had a bad argument with a friend. I have been through a week of intensive studying and a lot of exams - for the first time in my life, I thought I wouldn't pass. I have reached the middle of my masters, I have worried about my future, I have felt lonely. Over the past weeks, I have suffered. But I have also changed.

In the past three days - since my Easter break started -, I have been going to bed after 6am. My days are empty, since I wake up in the middle of the afternoon and do nothing but engaging in compulsive behaviours all day. I haven't seen the sunlight since Friday - and it's Tuesday already.

So tonight I was at bed, scrolling through useless websites, when I realised that this moment, right here, is magical. I allowed myself to go completely off track, and I know I'm gonna be someone different when I go back to myself. I feel like a kite, flowing among the clouds. I have never been so high.

I hate these times when all those rotten memories of my childhood come to mind and I just cannot help it. The nightmares I have had over the past days are incredibly cruel. I wonder how deep in darkness my mind goes. I have a dark side that is so large and strong that it scares me sometimes...

Nevertheless, my family will arrive in London in seven hours. I have been dreaming (including literally) about this moment for months. It's time to go back to my life, my mind, my heart. My life has belonged to OCD in these past weeks, but it's time I regain control. I know everything will be ok. It's time to start anew.

Another 24" x 36" piece. I'm still trying to get away from warmer hues to try a cooler palette. I'm also continuing to experiment with a few lighting effects while paring down the amount of textural elements.

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" The flowers anew, returning seasons bring !

..........But beauty faded has no second spring. "

..........Ambrose Philips ... ( 1674 - 1749 ) .

.....British poet, politician.

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I think anew it's symbolic that sakura(cherry) is one of the natioal flowers of Japan. she lives nobly and gracefully for her limited life. the esthetics of Japanese are alive in beautiful sakura blossoms.

we've found the dignified presence of Japanese people in the gridlocked street, in the crowded refuge, and in the risked rescue efforts of Self-Defence Forces, etc.

we can think of their hardship if we weren't afflicted people. crash of local infrastructures, hunger, thirst, lost of pride of human nature, and parting... we can find out the smallness of our personal problems that now we face through thinking of these pains as though they were ours. we can move ahead by beating the illusions of difficulty. we can move into the new stage.

I believe there will be the light when we overcome this hardship.

take care. please take care of yourself.

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日本の国花が桜であることは改めて象徴的だと感じる。限られた生命の中で、気高く、美しく生きる。日本人の美学は、桜という美しい花の中に息づいている。

交通が麻痺した街中や、人々でごったがえす避難所や、救出に生命を賭す自衛隊員の中に、日本人の凛とした佇まいがあった。

被災者でなくても、彼らの艱難に思いを馳せることはできる。生活基盤の破壊、飢え、乾き、誇りの喪失、そして別離。それらの痛みをわがごとのように感じとることで、私たちは個々に、身の回りの困難の小ささに気づくことができる。強大に見えていた困難の幻影を打ち払うことで、私たちも一歩、前に進むことができる。私たちは新しい階梯へと進むことができる。

艱難の向こう側には、光があることを信じる。

お元気で。くれぐれも、お元気で。

Oddly enough it hits me every year anew. Actually everything was looking good for this summer, but out of the blue a huge momentum of work comes and takes me so much that I didn't have the time to style up and take photos.

But the worst is over and hopefully I can post more often now.

BTW: My Flickr profile has been viewed more than 50 million times! Thank you all so much!!!

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Taking everything I've learned over the past few years, I'm going to look at it all again, but with a fresh mind. I'm starting over. Starting fresh. I've never taken too many portraits, but only ever dabbled in this field of photography. It's something I've always been uncomfortable with as I have never known what I'm doing when taking one's photograph. This is something I've always wanted to learn, so I'm going to teach myself while being the subject. I don't know how it's going to turn out - being both my own teacher, student and subject - especially since I don't know half of what I'm doing, but I'm wanting to try.

MicroWorld #21 The story continues.

Slowly, beneath the fractured sky, small figures began to emerge from the deep recesses of the planet. For several generations now they had survived deep in the maze of labyrinths hewn out by their ancestors. Living in temperatures that mere earthlings had little knowledge, the inhabitants of MicroWorld had been nurtured by the heat from the planet’s molten core. Now the polluted atmosphere had been almost completely stripped away by the cataclysmic blast of the supernova and the fierce heat of the remaining suns could at last radiate down to the planet’s surface with their life giving heat. It was time for them to return home.

The first to reach the surface were the elders. Although they were young when the effects of global cooling had forced them all to retreat to the relative safety of the subterranean world, this special group had been selected and trained to lead the new generations eager now to reconstruct the outside world. There was much work to be done.

The mountainous pyramidal food stores lay open and exposed, their skeletal frameworks glistening in the suns’ rays. New translucent protective sheets of crystal would have to be mined and cleaved if they were to survive into the next cycle. The old quarry workings would once again resound to determined activity. By contrast their dwellings were complete. The heat and gases had now penetrated deep into the softened walls and floors, slowly reacting to solidify the houses once again. They now lay empty waiting for their owners to return.

In the distant past this cycle of events had commenced with the explosion of the first of the seven suns. In those early days of occupation only brief intervals were required of them as they retreated into the natural subterranean passages, but as the planet cooled it was realized that more permanent refuges would be needed.. Over the eons as the supernova cycle continued and the heat-blocking polluted atmosphere was stripped away again and again the planet was reheated for but a few generations and then began to cool more rapidly. The inhabitants were forced to survive underground for longer periods of time, sustained by the heat from the molten core. But now this was beginning to cool and calculations indicated that in twenty to thirty generations the planet would be too cold for them to survive. Their ancestors had set up observatories to search the heavens for suitable solar and planetary systems able to sustain them. Now the globular structures that had seemed so strange to our explorers were humming as the power began to surge through the equipment and the telescope drives stuttered into action. The large shutters groaned and slowly began to open. Time was running out, the search must continue. Even when or if a future habitable planet was ever found it would still take a generation to prepare for the exodus. But for the moment the inhabitants were happy, happy to be out in the suns light once more.

High above the planet our heroes were completely oblivious to the happenings below them. Their eyes and flight path instead were fixed on the distant entrance to the black hole through which they must now travel if ever they were to reach home. The only problem now was that the hole, distorted by the solar blast, was starting to close!

… to be continued.

For new readers the adventures in MicroWorld begin here or you can dip into any of the chapters in the MicroWorld set.

day #4 homework for Beyond Layers.

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One of the real pleasures of Flickr is finding out so much more about the areas you thought you knew.

I have been to Wymondham a few times, delivered beer to a hotel (more of that another time) and a friend used to run the Railway Inn near the station, but I hadn't really explored the town.

But having seen a friend's shots, I really thought I should go back and look at it anew. And then there was this building, the Abbey Church with two towers, ruins and all the associated history.

Whatever you think of the works inside, it is as a complete building, something to leave me, at least, in awe at the beauty. Of course, it might not please everyone, but it does me.

Many thanks to Sarah and Richard for taking me here.

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This massive church and its famous twin towers will be familiar to anyone who has ever been within five miles of Wymondham, pronounced Win-d'm; its presence always there above the roof tops, and still there on the horizon when the rooftops can no longer be seen. Closer to, it is like a mighty city on a hill. It is often referred to as Wymondham Abbey, which isn't entirely correct; but there was an Abbey here, and you can see a scattering of remains in the fields between the church and the river, gradually reduced over the centuries as the stone and rubble were taken away for use elsewhere.

We came to Wymondham on a day that was breathtakingly cold; although the temperature was hovering around freezing, there was a biting east wind that made it feel colder still. Hence, the clarity of the light in the photographs above. The top photograph, taken from the south on the far bank of the river, is worth a second glance, because it provides a number of clues as to how this extraordinary and magnificent building came to be the way it is today.

In the beginning, there was a Benedictine Priory, an offshoot of the Abbey of St Albans. It was founded here because, after the Conquest, William I granted the lands of Wymondham to the Duc d'Albini, and the Duke's brother was Abbot of St Albans. Part of the project consisted of building a massive Priory church, much bigger than the one you see today. In style, it was like the Abbey church of Bury St Edmund, or Ely Cathedral. It was a cruciform church about 70 metres long, and had twin west towers - you can see something similar today at Kings Lynn St Margaret. As at St Margaret, there was a third tower above the central crossing, the chancel extending a long way eastwards, and transepts that were as tall as the nave roof. It was completed during the 12th century.

You can see a surviving trace of the south-west tower in the photograph above. The base of its northern wall rises above the roofline at the western end of the clerestory, just beside the current west tower. The central crossing tower, however, was built to the east of the current east tower, the chancel extending eastwards beyond it.

D'Albini intended the church to serve the parish as well as the Priory, but this was not managed without recourse to the advice of Pope Innocent IV, who granted the people use of the nave and the north aisle, the Priory retaining the south aisle, transepts and chancel.

However, when the central crossing tower became unsafe in the late 14th century and had to be taken down, the Priory rebuilt it to the west of the crossing, actually within the nave. This is the east tower that you see today, now a shell. In turn, the parish extended the church further west, demolishing the two west towers and replacing them with the massive structure you see today. It really is huge; although it is not as tall as the church tower at Cromer, its solidity lends it a vastness not sensed there.

When the new east tower was built, the western face of it cut off the nave from the chancel, creating two separate spaces. When the west tower was built, it blocked off the former west window between the old towers. Because of this, Wymondham is the only medieval parish church in Norfolk, and one of the few in England, that has no window at either end.

Wymondham Priory became an Abbey in 1448, and seems to have lived its final century peaceably enough before being closed and asset-stripped by Henry VIII in the 1530s. The church then became solely the charge of the parish; the eastern parts, apart from the tower, were demolished.

Still without parapet or panelling, the west tower was never finished; but it features in the turbulent history of mid 16th century England because William Kett, one of the leaders of Kett's Rebellion, was hung from the top of it by Edward VI's thought police, a reminder of just how closely church and state became allied during the Reformation. It did give me pause for thought - hanging your enemy from a church tower seems such an obvious thing to do when you want to make a point. I wonder just how many more times it happened to less notable victims over the centuries, on church towers up and down the land?

You enter today through the great north porch, which is similar to that nearby at Hethersett, even to the extent of having an almost identical series of bosses. They depict rosary scenes in the life of Christ and the Blessed Virgin.

As I said, we came here on a spectacularly cold day, but I was delighted to discover that the interior of the church was heated, even on a Saturday. The church attracts a considerable number of visitors, as you might expect; but I still thought this was a nice gesture.

Wymondham church is above all else an architectural wonder; but in many ways this is a simple building, easy to explore and satisfying to visit. It has the feel of a small Anglican cathedral in that there is a pleasing mix of ancient Norman architecture and modern Anglican triumphalism; as in a cathedral, there are open spaces, and the old pews have been replaced with modern chairs, which almost always seems to work well. The glorious arcading, triforium and clerestory create a sense of great height; this, coupled with the lack of east or west windows, can make you feel rather boxed in, but I found I quite liked that; it made the place seem more intimate, despite its size.

The modern, triumphant feel to the place is largely owing to the vast reredos by Ninian Comper. This is generally considered to be his finest single work, and forms the parish war memorial. It was built and gilded during the 1920s and 1930s, and you have to say it is magnificent. It consists of three tiers of saints, with a glorious Christ in Majesty topping the tiers under the great tester. It was never completed; the space where the retable should be is now hidden by curtains.

The rood and beam, a bay to the west, is also Comper's work, and it is hard to conceive that work of this kind and to this scale will ever again be installed in an English church. The low sun, slanting through the south windows of the clerestory, picked out the gilding, and clever lighting from underneath helped to put Comper's vision of Heaven into practice. The row of candlesticks on the altar leaves you in no doubt in which wing of the Church of England Wymondham finds itself.

Comper's glory shouldn't distract you from the early 16th century facade above the sedilia. It is terracotta, and probably from the same workshop as the Bedingfield tombs at Oxborough. Here you see what might have happened to English church architecture if theReformation hadn't intervened. Looking west from the sanctuary, the original west window is clearly discernible, now home to the organ.

If Comper's work is a little rich for you, you may prefer the north aisle, which is wide enough to be a church in itself. Cleared of clutter, a few rows of chairs face a gorgeous early 20th century triptych depicting Mary and John at the foot of the cross. The Madonna and child towards the west is also Comper's, but the 1930s towering font cover on the typical East Anglian 15th century font is not; it is by Cecil Upcher. The south aisle is truncated, the eastern bays now curtained off; but here are the few medieval survivals in glass. From slightly later, but the other side of the Reformation divide, is an Elizabethan text on the arcade. It probably marks the point to which the pulpit was moved by the Anglicans in the 16th century.

St Mary and St Thomas of Canterbury is a church that it is easy to admire, and it certainly impressed me. Perhaps, it is not so easy a building to love. Inevitably, there is something rather urban in its grandeur, and even the warmth of the heating couldn't take the edge off the remoteness and anonymity you inevitably find in such a space.

However, the friendliness of the people on duty helped to make up for this. The area beneath the west tower has been converted into a shop, and the nice lady working there was very chatty and helpful. I have to say that I think it would concentrate my mind a bit, knowing that mighty weight was above me. The shop itself is good of its kind, selling books and religious items rather than just souvenirs, and more icons and rosaries than you would normally expect to find in an establishment of the Church of England.

The lady said that she was a Methodist really, and found the services rather formal, but she'd started coming to the Abbey because her daughter went there. "You ought to come, Mum, we're just like real Catholics!", she giggled, as she recalled her daughter's words. As a 'real Catholic' myself, I couldn't help thinking that we would have stripped out Comper's reredos long ago, and Masses would be accompanied by guitars and percussion, possibly with a modicum of clapping and the help of an overhead projector screen; but I kept my counsel.

Simon Knott, January 2006

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Spring is almost here, and with it a good chance to make some wallpapers for you all :). Also, my first (of three) submission to Ubuntu's 12.04 wallpaper contest!

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La primavera está casi aquí, y con ella la oportunidad para hacer wallpapers para todos ustedes :). Además, mi primera entrada (de tres) en el concurso de wallpapers de Ubuntu 12.04!

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The beauty of travel is it allows you to leave yourself behind. You can be anonymous in a place you've never been. By anonymous, I mean your reputation, beliefs, habits, friends, family - anything that makes you "you" where you live is behind you. You can begin anew even if temporarily. It is safe to say, however, the more you travel and leave yourself behind, the more you will change. And, the more you will seek a life different than you're accustomed to. I, for one, love change - this is the curious gentleman in me.

The moment I walk through the security checkpoint at my home airport, I know this is the signal I'm leaving everything behind. And no, I'm not running or hiding from anything despite what others say. Leaving home is always an opportunity to grow more than before. It is absolutely true my aim is to grow as it helps me become a better person.

Travel also provides the opportunity to grow your circle of friends and family. Of course, I have blood relatives (aka family) though I can't say I'm particularly close to any of them. It's safe to say I stay far away from a good number of them. And friends? I love my small close-knit group of friends. Everyday life happens at home, though, and friends are busy with their own families or endlessly working to make ends meet in our uncertain times. I don't fault them for that. This brings me to what I consider my real family - the ones I meet while travelling. These are the people of foreign cultures who unselfishly welcome me, share their lives, their homes, respect, talent, smiles, laughs and general goodwill. I've experienced this over and over again all over the world.

Now, when I say the people whom I meet while travelling become my friends or family, I don't mean short-term while I am at a particular place. Contact continues and is closer than those who live less than a mile from me at home. Strange how this works, but it does, and I'm grateful.

During my second visit to Bali, I decided to venture away from the glorious beach resort in a quest to discover true Balinese culture. Little did I know when I arrived at the small village of Penempaham I would meet Arya Danu Palguna, more commonly known as Gede. Gede welcomed me into his village's Temple during a full moon ceremony. His initial concern was the first thing I saw was the sacrificing of pigs, which I must admit was entirely unexpected. We talked a lot and I listened a lot to Gede's story. His compassion drew me to him immediately. More than this, I was fascinated to learn at twenty-two his main goal in life was to tell the real story of Bali and help preserve Balinese culture. Seriously, I don't know a twenty-two year old with such a lofty goal existed in any country much less a small village in Bali.

Gede impressed me so much I gave him my camera that day and asked him to email photos and video to me after I returned home. Of course, he was speechless and surprised to receive a camera from me - a stranger he had just met a few hours before. I thought to myself as I left the village either I hear from him or I don't. Months went by after I left Bali. I hadn't heard from Gede, and quite frankly, I put the episode out of my head.

Then one day an email arrived, then another email and another - all filled with hundreds of photos and videos Gede had captured Bali as he sees it. He also sent nearly a hundred pages of text he had written to explain his goal. No wonder I hadn't heard from him in months. He took the gesture seriously and compiled such an impressive collection there was no doubt what he wanted to do and the story he wanted to tell.

How could I not further help Gede achieve his goal? I returned to Bali to teach him how to properly take a photo, though Gede is so talented I am more of a mentor or supporter for him than a teacher. I'm convinced I learn more from him than he learns from me. And, the truth is my vast education of Balinese culture comes directly from Gede.

Photography and video have been the main focus as I help this young man, though he also writes music and songs to tell the story of Bali. One day on our way to a Temple he sheepishly asked if I wanted to listen to a song his band had recorded. "A little song" is how I remember him describing it. I first heard "Colon Arang" as a very rough mp3 mix on a car radio. The members of the band, Hinduisme, comprise of his cousins from his small village, Penempaham.

When I listened I heard a love song. My Indonesian is on the non-existent side so I relied on the melody and what I know as a westerner. Long story short, I asked for a copy of the song to take to my good friend, songwriter and partner, Richard, in America. I did just that. Richard listened to the song, fell in love with it and six months later we were back in Bali with the band in a music studio. Richard's account of the making of "Calon Arong" can be found on his blog at Cardo and Friends.

It turns out Calon Arang is not at all a love song but a story of black magic incantations, revenge, anger and deceit in Bali folklore. The music and voices are stunningly beautiful. Please take a moment to listen.

I've never met a young person like Gede whose goals are as big as the "Island of Gods," Each time I am with him my admiration and respect grows. I could not be more proud of him. He indeed is my brother and part of my family. It is my goal to help make his dream come true. Giving back. It's the right thing to do. And yes, at first Bali was simply a destination but it has become so much more.

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Last year in Holland, I made the project “One Of Autocide” with my friend Shen Pei-Yu and dancer Melanie Wirz. The project “One Of Autocide” elaborate the dancer unconsciously danced in an abandoned field. During the process, she kept wrapping her body with plastic film until she couldn’t move and fell on the ground; only left the mouth to breath. By cutting the dynamic image into many pieces of freeze-frame, the figure in the pictures seems to transform into another surreal organism, continuously stretching in a dream-like scenario. “One of Autocide” is trying to reveal the idea that the more we want to break the fettered life, the more we will feel the inability. It’s derived from the human who always can’t see the worst instincts of self. Under the guise of the civilization, it makes a lot of despicable behavior reasonable and natural; however, the way that people usually respond to this is to stay aloof. Therefore, moral has become like a joke that people cannot take it seriously in this world.

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去年在荷蘭,破壞方法之一這個計畫,由申佩玉(Shen Pei-Yu)和女舞者Melanie Wirz共同完成,舞者在一座廢棄的運動場中無意識地舞動,在後來的過程中將塑膠包覆於身,直到最終倒地無法動彈,剩下一張可以呼吸的嘴。將動態影像切割成一張張沒有前進和後退的定格畫面,相片中的人體似乎轉換成另一種超現實的有機體,在看 似夢境的情境中不斷地延伸著。"破壞方法之一"試圖表現人越是想突破受到束縛的生活,越是陷入渾沌的無力感,這 源自於人類自始至終都無法看清自我的劣根性,在文明的偽裝下,許多惡質的事件形同理所當然,我們身在其中的 反應通常是置身事外,下士聞道,大笑之,已經成了大眾的生存之道。

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ダンサーは廃棄した運動場に無意識的に踊っています。そして、プラスチックで体を包むことが始めました。 最後、倒れて完全に動かせなくて、息を吸う口だけ残るまでです。 ビデオの映像を一枚一枚の早送りと早戻しができない定格の画面に切りました。写真中の人間は超現実的な有機 体になるようです。夢みたいの環境に伸ばし続けます。「破壊の方法の一」作品に人間は束縛の生活を突き破れ ば突き破るほど、混沌の無力感に落ちるのを表現してみたいです。その原因は人間は始めから終わりまで、自己 の悪い根性を見えないです。文明で偽装し、様々な悪質のことは当たり前に存在しています。我々はそんな環境 にいても局外に立つふりをします。それは既にみんなの生きる道になりました。

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"Part of the process of beginning anew, or changing directions is to know where you want to go. I know this sounds simplistic and easy, but this is one of the most difficult of choices to make with clarity."

- Byron Pulsifer, May Is Not Just For Flowers

- 'The Cache,' Ontario, Canada -

My long standing contacts will probably remember that last year we were evacuated from Keefer Lake because of a forest fire burning nearby. There was a fear that we were going to lose our home but fortunately for us the winds shifted and took the fire in another direction. We were evacuated for almost 2 full weeks and the fire, at 70 kilometres long and 39,524 hectares in area, "Timmins 9" as it was named, was the largest fire of the season in all of Ontario and the largest fire ever recorded in north-eastern Ontario.

I haven't taken very many photographs of the aftermath of the fire up until now ... it was just too painful to look at and contemplate. Here we see the forest has begun to recover and the cycle of growth has begun anew.

poem "?" submitted by Carla Sökefeld, drawing by me.

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I've become anew.

I'm so much different from who I was four years ago. I'm closer to the real me. The people I've met and the things I've experienced have showed me that I am beautiful as a person, and that I'm worth something.

This is dedicated to all the people who helped me to find my light in high school.

Spring is in the air! All is born anew!

Anew addition to the Phoenix fleet who share our yard is YR02UNV a Neoplan Euroliner C49FT. Photo taken 29/07/15

I'm not very sure of the author but this is known as the Kusudama Venus. It usually consists of 36 units. But this one I made it into 39 units because I have 3 extra units left so I decided to squeeze it in. It ended up looking great!

“All work is a seed sown; it grows and spreads and sows itself anew”

texture by .. JoesSistah

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"Let's offer flowers, pour a cup of libation,

split open the skies and start anew on creation.

If the forces of grief invade our lovers' veins,

cupbearer and I will wash away this temptation.

With rose water we'll mellow crimson wine's bitter cup;

we'll sugar the fire to sweeten smoke's emanation.

Take this fine lyre, musician, strike up a love song;

let's dance, sing all night, go wild in celebration.

As dust, 0 West Wind, let us rise to the Heavens,

floating free in Creator's glow of elation.

If mind desires to return while heart cries to stay,

here's a quarrel for love's deliberation.

Alas, these words and songs go for naught in this land;

come, Hafez, let's create a new generation."

— Hafiz of Shiraz

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Location & Date . . Bodmin (EGLA) Cardinham England UK - 14th August 2016

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"From the 'dirt', the dust, the ash, we find ourselves anew. When we look at our fears, our shadow, our learning lessons, we can see how a part of us both 'died' and was born anew; wiser, stronger, ready to be ‘reborn'.

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