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I hadn't shot anything here since the spring and nothing of note was happening but it was a gorgeous morning and I wanted to see if any foliage was left. The trees that line the north side of the tracks east of the station are usually particularly brilliant, and though I was later than usual there were still some nice ones. So I grabbed a couple quick photos then headed off for a morning walk around town.
Here is outbound Providence bound Keolis/MBTA train 807 with an MPI HSP46 leading slowing for their station stop approaching MP 197 on Track 3 of Amtrak's New Haven Line. To learn all about the history of this station check out the lengthy caption with this old post: flic.kr/p/2i2mm9z
The brick tower of the Second Congregational Church that was constructed in 1904 on Park Street looks over the scene. The congregation dates from 1748 and is a daughter church of the First Congregational Church in the oldtown section of North Attleborough. This is actually the third structure in which congregants have gathered. Originally located in a meeting house on what is now the common, Second Congregational had a stately white clapboard building built in 1825. It was removed in the early 1950s to make way for the addition of a new Fellowship Hall and education rooms. The clock in the tower of this third building was owned originally by the city and now by the church....and I guess it's fixed because six months later it is still keeping accurate time!
Attleboro, Massachusetts
Wednesday November 3, 2021
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#AB_FAV_ANYTHING_GOES_ 🎨
I walked around with my macro lens!
It was dreamlike!
Wisteria are the jewels of the botanic world; easy to look after, very long lived, vigorous, and simply magnificent when in flower.
The usual Wisteria you find on front walls of English cottages is Wisteria sinensis, which must be 7-8yrs old before it will flower.
Also popularly called 'purple rain'?
Wisteria (also spelled Wistaria or Wisteria) is a genus of flowering plants in the pea family, Fabaceae, that includes ten species of woody climbing vines native to the Eastern United States and to China, Korea, and Japan.
Some species are popular ornamental plants, especially in China and Japan.
A fun bit of info here:
Wisteria vines climb by twining their stems either clockwise or counterclockwise round any available support.
They can climb as high as 20 m above the ground and spread out 10 m laterally.
The world's largest known Wisteria vine is in Sierra Madre, California, measuring more than 1 acre (0.40 ha) in size and weighing 250 tons, planted in 1894 of the Chinese lavender variety!
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Is there anything interesting to see in the direction opposite the Sun? One night last month, there were quite a few things. First, the red-glowing orb on the lower right of the featured image is the full moon, darkened and reddened because it has entered Earth's shadow. Beyond Earth's cone of darkness are backscattering dust particles orbiting the Sun that standout with a diffuse glow called the gegenschein, visible as a faint band rising from the central horizon and passing behind the Moon. A nearly horizontal stripe of green airglow is also discernable just above the horizon, partly blocked by blowing orange sand. Visible in the distant sky as the blue dot near the top of the image is the star Sirius, while the central band of our Milky Way Galaxy arches up on the image left and down again on the right. The fuzzy light patches just left of center are the Large and Small Magellanic Clouds. Red emission nebulas too numerous to mention are scattered about the sky, but are labelled in a companion annotated image. In the image foreground is the desolate Deadvlei region of the Namib-Naukluft National Park in Namibia, featuring the astrophotographer himself surveying a land and sky so amazing that he described it as one of the top experiences of his life. via NASA ift.tt/1jod2FX
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Mural entitled "Anything for Selena" by Mauricio Ramirez aka @mauriciopaints seen at 603 South Fifth Street in the Walker’s Point area of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Photo by James aka @urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee.
Yes, indeed. When he saw that I was too far away from him, he tried to take a shortcut and fell into a seemingly bottomless mud hole. He really had to struggle to come out again. So MY dog became a little dirty. We better don't talk about the smell.
On our way down we both literally jumped into a clean, but ice-cold brook in order to get rid of some of the mud. As a result he was a bit cleaner and my trousers were a lot dirtier then before. Later I borrowed a towel and rubbed him clean until my arms were sore. Now he resembled a grey street dog. So another stop by the brook near our home was necessary and then he had to stay outside for a few hours. Mogli didn't quite understand why he wasn't allowed to sleep at his favorite place, under my chair, during dinner time.
If you can't stand the dirt, don't get you a big white fluffy monster. ; )
"Anything to say?" ("Quelque chose à dire?"), la sculpture itinérante de l'artiste italien Davide Dormino rend un hommage aux trois lanceurs d'alerte Edward Snowden, Julian Assange et Chelsea Manning "qui ont eu le courage de dire non à la surveillance mondiale et aux mensonges qui mènent à la guerre".
La 4e chaise vide invite le spectateur à se mettre aussi debout sur celle-ci pour exprimer haut et fort ce qu’il pense.
Long before CN had anything to do with WC, they got ballast for the Grand Trunk off their U.S. sister road the DWP. So the rock trains ran between Michigan and Virginia, MN via the WC. This shot is an eastbound load in Oshkosh WI at 19th Ave.
Damn shadows! hehe :)
Actually, this turned out exactly the way I wanted except for the shadows, but there really was no other way to do it.
Yesterday i got the L.O.V.E. letters in the mail from Heshta as part of the Spread The L.O.V.E. group that we are in. I'll have them for about a week or so, and then they'll be moving on to Missouri, to Matthew James Jay.
Get ready for lots of L.O.V.E., 'cause guess what next week's theme will be...haha!
Happy Friday y'all and congratulations to Andrea for finishing her 365 in fantASStic style!!!
For TOTW - Tiny Words
For FGR - Upside Down Bedhead (this is my bedhead, sorry!)
For Spread the L.O.V.E.!
For The Vent - Anything but...
A working that almost anything can turn up on and usually with "Heritage Traction" too!! With G.M. 57002 leading and EEs 20305,20309, and 37606 for company the ensemble could be heard for a good few minutes before appearing seen passing Leyland working 6K73 Sellafield-Crewe Coal Yard. Nuclear Train
In the absence of anything much to photograph during the Covid-19 lockdown I have been scanning my photos from 1975. My picture of Baker's VAL seems to have generated interest , and coach farmer mentioned their Harrington , so I have jumped forward a couple of years to find this photo of CDK409C.
I already had a photo from a slide of CDK409C taken in the Locking Road depot in 1973 which Tim has posted on flickr. I was very keen on Harringtons having owned Wayfarer NCV500 in 1975/76 , and so this may have been the first time I took a second photo of a coach as colour film and processing was very expensive.
Bakers had seven 1965/66 Bedford VAL14s with Leyland engines - four Plaxtons , two Duples , and CDK409C , a Bedford VAL14 / Harrington Legionnaire C52F new in May 1965 to Yelloway , Rochdale and acquired when only a year old in May 1966. It had a very long life with Bakers , ending up in Bridgwater depot , being taxed until January 1987. It seems to have been stored there for some time , before being sold for preservation in September 1996.
It is apparently owned by Bob Wingrove of "The Legionnaire Group" and has been stored in the poor condition it was acquired in.
Harringtons built 58 Legionnaire bodies , 42 on Bedford VAL14 chassis , 14 on Ford Thames 676E chassis and 2 on Guy Trambus chassis. 4 Bedford VALs still exist and only one Ford, JNK 681C , which seems to be in the same ownership as CDK409C and has been partly restored .
CNW155C is immaculately restored as a PSV with Kenzie, Shepreth.
LMG952C and 72MMJ are being restored as "Italian Job" replicas.
The WEMS Ford / Plaxton is KEX330G.
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Been more than a long while since I uploaded anything, and no real answer for that except for my lack of self confidence and lack of motivation. Not even terribly pleased with this shot or the one in the comments but these are the best two shots I've gotten from these recent foggy nights. So because of that I've kind of been on hiatus this past week and just been offline. Haven't really done anything noteworthy since my last actual update except I am currently putting my 8 year old Mac Mini back in service. Its going to have a new life and I'll explain why next time I upload something. A simple hint, its because I wasted some more money and sadly its the only thing that will work with what I bought.
Alright so this photo was actually taken last night, that was probably the foggiest its been this whole week too. So because of that I went out around midnight to get a quick self portrait. Funny story when I drove out towards this small forest thats in my neighbourhood. Its midnight and foggy as hell (not so much in the forest) and halfway through the drive someone starts following me. I pull up near the forest and they stop as well, I decide to start driving again since I'm not fond of people being around me when I shoot. So they start up as well and follow me with every turn (I even went in circles to find out for sure if they were following me) for 5-10min until I gunned it forward killed the lights and parked in someones driveway. I waited for a couple minutes and drove back towards this forest, was kinda creeped out during the first couple minutes of setting up this photo too. Its a simple photo, in the background is just a street lamp, its not the sun if that actually fooled anyone. Kind of wish I brought my airsoft gun too but whatever to late now.
Strobist Info
Nikon SB-800 high camera right, bare with a full CTO gel firing at 1/64 power.
Title for this photo is a reference to the song "Now I'm Here" by Queen.
Night comes and goes with little possibility of sleep. As the first rays of morning penetrate their small cell, Larry and Rita finish catching Niles up on everything that’s happened, and how they came to be here. Niles listens with astute interest as Larry finishes the tale, clenching his fists when he gets to Eric’s betrayal. They share the gloom of their cell in silence. Niles looks over to Cliff, staring pensively at the ground. He hasn’t said a word since they got here.
Niles: Cliff? You haven’t said anything all night. What’s troubling you?
Cliff pulls his gaze from the floor, Brain’s words still echoing through his mind.
Cliff: Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.
The four of them sit there for an hour or so, attempting despite the humidity of the morning to go to sleep. It doesn’t come. After a while, Rita sits up and finally plucks up the courage to ask the question they’ve all been wanting to ask since they arrived.
Rita: Niles… what did you mean before, when you said you had to leave? Where were you going? And no dodging the question this time!
Larry and Cliff look at Niles. Niles fidgets uncomfortably against the wall. He takes a moment before answering.
Niles: It’s… complicated.
They watch him eagerly.
Niles: There’s a lot I can’t tell you. Not because I don’t want to, believe me… but because it would be irresponsible of me. However, due to the current circumstances…
He looks around the cell.
Niles: I may not have much choice. Perhaps I was wrong to think you all unready…
He takes a long, drawn out breath. He is about to speak, but before the words can see the light of day a rumbling noise comes from behind the door. All of them look over to it as it is heaved open and Mallah, grin on his leathery face, barges in.
Mallah: It’s time.
Before anyone can protest, he grabs Niles under the shoulders and hauls him onto his back. Larry jumps up, but halts as Niles raises a hand to him.
Niles: Listen to me! Find Senec – tell him Niles Caulder sent you! He’ll know what needs to be done…
Mallah slams the door shut behind him, and just like that he’s gone. Larry looks round to the others, and is comforted by the fact they look just as confused as he is.
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Every step Mallah takes causes Niles great discomfort as he bounces around on his back. Mallah adjusts his grip, pulling Niles’ arms over his shoulders. Niles murmurs uncomfortably.
Niles: Don’t you get tired of lugging people around all day? It seems that’s all you do.
Mallah looks ahead and grunts.
Mallah: I enjoy it. Keeps the mind active.
Niles: But I remember you, Mallah. You used to be such an excitable little chimp; so full of life. What happened?
Mallah: Life grinds you down. I read Sartre and smoke cigarettes now. What more can I say?
Niles sighs as Mallah walks into the central room decked out with machinery. Niles isn’t surprised to see Brain, proudly stood to the side of the machine he had called ‘The White Room’. As he is dumped on the ground, he spots a forlorn looking Eric Morden sat on a crate at the edge of the room, looking at his feet. Mallah steps over Niles and joins Brain.
Brain: Niles Caulder… after all these years, our debt will be settled.
Niles sits up on his arms and groans.
Niles: Oh not this nonsense again. If you’re going to kill me bloody well get on with it.
Brain scoffs obnoxiously.
Brain: And ruin all my fun? Oh no no mon cheri, we do this on my terms I am afraid. Mallah, prepare ‘im.
Mallah moves around the other side of the machine and disappears out of view.
Brain: Mallah will momentarily administer a small, epidermal injection to your spine. Following this, you will lose all control of your body and will be completely paralysed.
Niles: Afraid I’m going to run away, are you?
Brain: Silence!
Niles smirks.
Brain: You will then be placed inside the void of the White Room, where you will be subject to… uhm… torture… of the mind… and soul…
Niles frowns and holds up a hand.
Niles: A moment, if you would. Are you even remotely certain of what this thing will do?
Brain pauses for a second.
Brain: The creators of the machine left detailed instructions…
Niles: Yes, on how to build the thing. But do you actually know what it will do to me once I’m inside?
Brain pauses again.
Brain: Well… not exactly, no.
Niles sighs.
Niles: So you don’t even know if this thing will work?
Mallah re-emerges from round the machine, clutching a syringe and a straitjacket.
Mallah: Of course it will you ‘airless monkey! I ‘ave worked long and ‘ard to ensure this machine is in perfect working condition! Your death will be as unpleasant as it needs to be!
He joins Brain and glares at Niles on the floor.
Niles: Your master here didn’t sound so certain.
Mallah looks round at Brain.
Mallah: Really, my love?
Brain: Of course not! I know ‘ow ‘ard you ‘ave worked! It is impossible it will fail!
Niles: If you’re so uncertain why don’t you test it out?
Brain and Mallah go quiet. Brain considers for a moment and laughs mockingly at Niles.
Brain: Very good, Caulder, very good. And who would you ‘ave me test it on, eh? Myself, perhaps? Mallah? Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice and… you shall not again!
Niles chuckles along with them for a moment and turns and points over to the corner of the room.
Niles: What about him?
Eric, still sat moping on his crate, is startled and looks over at them. Mallah looks at Brain for a second and shrugs. Brain goes quiet, and after a moment whispers under his mechanical breath.
Brain: Everything ‘appens for a reason…
He snaps back into life.
Brain: Fine Caulder. ‘Ave it your way. Mallah, prepare ‘im!
Mallah rushes across the room. Before Eric can even register what’s going on, he is pulled to his feet and dragged over to face the White Room. He tries to plead with Brain, but a meek grunting sound is all his mouth can produce. Mallah forces his arms into the straitjacket and secures it tightly around his body. He then seizes Eric by his scalp, pulling him into the air like a wet dishcloth, and jabs the needle into the base of his spine. He squirms, thrashing his legs about wildly, then goes still. A bead of sweat drips down his forehead and into his wet, unblinking eye. He tries to scream, but it makes it as far as his throat and gives up – it’s like his jaw is wired shut. Niles watches with morbid fascination as Mallah holds his rigid body securely against his chest and pulls the door to the White Room open.
Niles notices how the machine’s interior seems to go on forever, like a morose optical illusion; a terrible white horizon stretching out into a bleak infinity. Mallah drops Eric down on a single seat in what must be the centre of the machine and closes the door on him. Niles shifts uncomfortably on the ground. Mallah goes to a control panel next to the machine and presses a couple of buttons. A terrible mechanical sound fills the air as the White Room buzzes into life, and Niles is suddenly aware how glad he is to be out here and not inside the machine, now vibrating angrily. Mallah grabs a lever, the lights in the compound flickering madly, and pulls it down.
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Larry paces around the cell anxiously. He watches Cliff as he tries and fails one more time to pry the door off its hinges and fall back against the wall, defeated.
Larry: We can’t give up this easily!
Rita sits on the ground, replaying Niles’ final words in her head.
Rita: What did Niles mean – ‘find Senec?’ What’s Senec?
Larry: That’s not gonna matter if we can’t get out of here. Come on big guy, one more try!
Cliff holds his hands up.
Cliff: It won’t budge man, I’m tellin’ ya. Can’t Casper the unfriendly ghost come out?
Larry: He doesn’t exactly take requests, Cliff…
Cliff: How convenient…
Rita: BOYS!
She stands up, arms to her side, and glares at them. Larry is about to reply, before he realises why she’s shut them up. The walls of their cell begin to shake as if hit by a minor earthquake, and the single bulb suspended from the ceiling starts to flicker.
Larry: Oh god… Niles…
He opens his jacket and puts a hand on his chest. Nothing.
Larry: Come on, please…
Cliff goes over to him and stares at his chest, like a hapless father watching his wife in labour. He raises his fists encouragingly and bounces up and down on his knees.
Cliff: Yeah, c’mon buddy… you can do it! I didn’t mean what I said before!
They both stare at Larry’s chest as the tremors intensify. As nothing continues stubbornly to happen, Rita takes a breath and unbeknownst to the boys kneels down.
Rita: Here goes nothing…
She focuses all her attention on her right hand. She pictures herself as the hulking mass of flesh in her bed, as the puddle on the floor of the cave, as a monster hiding away from the world… and remembers Cliff’s words: ‘I don’t think you’re a monster…’ Her arm melts. She grits her teeth and concentrates all her energy on her now flat right arm, keeping the rest of her body together. Her arm shifts, and she winces as she imagines it twisting along the ground. After a few seconds her arm responds, and it begins to stretch out across the ground of their cell and towards the door like a fleshly, shapeless snake. It reaches the gap underneath the door and pushes through it to the outside. She winces as she focuses her attention on now getting it to move upwards, and sure enough it does. She feels it winding its way up the cool metal door of their cell like a rapid growing vine, stopping as it reaches the bolt on the outside of the door. She shuts her eyes, imagines herself undoing it, and opens her eyes in surprise as she hears the bolt slide out of its lock and the cell door creak open.
Larry and Cliff don’t move. Rita falls back against the ground, exhausted, and focuses on reforming her arm.
Rita: A woman’s work is never done.
Larry and Cliff dart over to her, lifting her up gently.
Larry: Rita… wow…
Rita: Niles…
Cliff pushes the door open fully and makes a break for it, followed closely by Larry and a recovering Rita. The three of them run down the corridor and towards the source of the noise, careful to maintain their balance as the corridor around them shakes violently. They burst into the compound’s central room and freeze when they lay their eyes upon the White Room, shuddering aggressively and smoking. The wires sprouting out from its roof tremble as brilliant white light radiates out from a single window on its door, casting deep shadows around the room. They spot the Brain and Mallah, embracing to the side of it, and a deep dread fills their hearts. They are about to cry out for it to stop, but notice Niles, sprawled across the ground before it and covering his eyes. They rush over to him.
Rita: Niles! What’s happening?
He holds up a hand.
Niles: I think we may be about to find out…
They stare at the White Room as its movement reaches an erratic crescendo and ends. They shield their eyes from the dazzling white light that fills the room as the door erupts off its hinges and a silhouetted figure emerges from within.
The quest for anything starts from within the spirit... Either one is Marco Polo or Alexander the Great. The story of Karakoram is of the road, a narrow strip of asphalt and graded gravel then runs through forbiddingly rocky lowlands, extending hundred of feet above stony riverbed and up into the crystal freshness of one of the most tantalizing mountain range. Karakorams. Lets follow in the footsteps of the ancient traders, warriors, and travelers in the footsteps of Great Karakorum Range, The Silk Route.
Here, clinging to the hills above the confluence of the Hunza and Nagar River sits the villages which are spectacular example of human endurance and ingenuity. Creating the Oasis in the arid zone. One can just relax while sipping tea in the corridor enjoying the spectacular views of snow-capped peaks - among them is the world biggest slope, the 7,790m Rakaposhi.
Taken: While sipping a nice cup of tea at local restaurant, Karimabad, Central Hunza, Pakistan, waiting for Rakaposi to show itself from the veil of clouds.
For the anything will help show. I have a few more pieces of cardboard lying around this is what I have so far
I really don't know anything about this photo -- no idea when it was taken, or where ...
I get the impression that the white tent may have been used primarily for cooking and eating, while the other tent was used for sleeping ... so perhaps the weather was damp or rainy.
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To the best of my knowledge, most of the photos in this Flickr album were taken by my grandmother, Mabel Yourdon, during the 1920s, 30s, and 40s. Most of them depict scenes of everyday life in mining camps and small towns near the Utah-Colorado border. Some of them show hunting, fishing, and camping trips in unspecified parts of the American west. It appears that a few of them were taken in southern California, when Mabel and her husband Ike traveled out there to visit relatives.
I have no idea what kind of camera Mabel used for these photos, nor what kind of film. There probably wasn’t that much variety available in the 1920s, and she was not a “professional” photographer. So it may have been a Brownie and whatever B/W film Kodak was selling at the time.
My stepfather, Ray Yourdon, was born in 1922; and his older brother, Marvin, was born two years before that. You’ll see photos of Ray and Marvin when they were young boys, when they were in high school, and when they went off to join the Navy and the Marines to fight in World War II.
Somewhere around 2005, I asked Ray if he could tell me the details of some of the photos; where possible, I have included those details in the notes for the photos. Some of the photos obviously evoked pleasant memories, and I heard stories about minor day-to-day events in his life that I had never heard before. But we rarely got through more than a few pictures before he ran out of energy; and so many of the photos have no explanation at all.
At this point, my parents and grandparents are all gone. I have cousins who grew up in the same area where these photos were taken, and one or two of them are still in that area. They may be able to fill in a few of the details; otherwise, you’ll just have to accept these photos as a glimpse of what life was like nearly a hundred years ago ...
Three year old Emily had a secret power. She didn’t know why, and she didn’t even really understand that it was anything special. She only kept it secret because her big sister Allison had told her to.
Emily had the power to make things shrink.
Anything. Whatever she wanted, whenever she pleased. It was a power she was only just discovering and learning to control, but already she was using it for her own enjoyment. Her parents had no idea that the dollhouse in Emily and Allison’s room was doubling as the sisters’ playhouse.
Allison, at thirteen years old, was amazed and astonished by her sister’s power. At first she had been terrified by it, especially when Emily first discovered her power and was unable to control it, shrinking poor Allison to dust size for a whole morning before restoring her. But Allison loved her sister, and despite her natural fear she was committed to helping her little sister learn to harness her magical gift. Plus, the shared secret –and the adventures it made possible- proved an excellent catalyst for the two to bond in spite of their ten-year age-gap. Their parents found it a little odd that teen-aged Allison was so interested in spending time with her toddler sister instead of with friends her age, but they weren’t complaining.
So, whenever they could, Emily and Allison would shrink down to explore, play, and have adventures. They would climb mountains of stuffed animals, play dress-ups with their doll clothes, and build hidden cubby-houses like they were borrowers (a book Allison had read and re-read to her sister). It was thrilling, but not without its risks. Life at a tiny size can be dangerous, and Emily doesn’t always understand what is and isn’t dangerous.
Here we see Emily and Allison on another adventure. Their Aunt Julie’s cat is staying with them while Julie is on holiday abroad and Emily, keen to explore the soft fluffy cat while tiny like she would one of her stuffed animals, shrank herself and Allison as soon their mum stepped out of the house to buy some cat food. Allison is asking Emily to grow them back immediately before the building-sized behemoth decides it doesn’t want to wait for the cat food, but Emily is too excited to listen.
A smallish (about six inch) half watermelon gets a temporary tunnel from a fast 1 inch diameter candy Jawbreaker.
Anything going fast enough can get dangerous.
Two flashes, one farther away for fill.
Cheers.
Depending on the current circumstances in the life of the dreamer, the image of anything connected to a railway in a dream (especially if shown in a negatively-tinged way as in the photograph above) can symbolize that too little attention is being paid to the development of the dreamer’s unique personality.
For example, a train is a collective image of a vehicle as opposed to, say, a car, motorcycle or even a bicycle which the dreamer is purposely directing forward in a more individual way.
Generally speaking, a vehicle in dreams (including a ship or aircraft etc.) represents a complex mix of the physical body along with the dreamer’s interests, drives, wishes and beliefs and so on.
That is, it symbolizes a kind of body-and-mind unity with which the person moves through daily life.
So a dreamer’s riding on a train too often could tend to suggest that she or he is possibly being “carried along” too much by the generally accepted mores, beliefs and the overall zeitgeist of society in general, as opposed to being more of an individual in general (e.g. as partly symbolized by the fixed rails whose location and direction an impersonal company decides upon as opposed to allowing one to move more freely as necessary, as well as the nature of the “fuel” or energy being used which is “bulk” and collective in its nature).
Dreams are the broad equivalent to those processes which keep our physical bodies in an equilibrium.
For example, automatic adjustments are continually made to keep a person’s temperature, blood sugar level, water content and so on at appropriate levels to help maintain overall physical health.
In an equivalent way, dreams try to preserve an overall psychological balance which will allow for the gradual all-round self-development of the dreamer.
An image similar in tone to that which appears above could be a dream’s way of expressing a strong warning that the dreamer was in a kind of “dead-end” type of attitude which could lead “nowhere” over time.
Selon les circonstances actuelles dans la vie du rêveur, l’image de quoi que ce soit relié à un chemin de fer dans un rêve (surtout si montré d’une manière négative teinté comme dans la photo ci-dessus) peut symboliser que trop peu d’attention est accordée au développement de l’individualité unique du rêveur.
Par exemple, un train est une image collective d’une moto de véhicule plutôt que, disons, une voiture, ou même un vélo dont le rêveur dirige volontairement vers l’avant d’une manière plus individuelle.
En général, un véhicule dans les rêves (y compris les navires ou avions, etc.) représente un mélange complexe du corps physique et aussi les intérêts, pulsions, désirs et croyances, et ainsi de suite, du rêveur.
Autrement dit, il symbolise une sorte de corps-et-esprit l’unité avec laquelle la personne se déplace à travers la vie quotidienne.
Donc si un rêveur se trouve souvent dans un train, ceci pourrait avoir tendance à suggérer qu’il est trop affecté par les mœurs généralement acceptées, les croyances et l’esprit du temps global de la société en général (par example aussi partiellement symbolisé par les rails fixes dont l’emplacement et direction une société impersonnelle décide, et aussi par la nature du « carburant » ou énergie utilisée qui est collectif dans sa nature).
Les rêves sont l’équivalent de large aux processus qui gardent nos corps physiques en équilibre.
Par exemple, les ajustements automatiques sont continuellement faits pour garder la température de la personne, le niveau de sucre dans le sang, et ainsi de suite la teneur en eau aux niveaux appropriés afin de maintenir dans l’ensemble physique santé.
D’une manière équivalente, les rêves tentent de préserver un équilibre psychologique globale qui permettra l’auto-développement progressive du rêveur.
Une image semblable dans le ton à ce qui s’affiche au-dessus peut être le moyen du rêve pour exprimer une forte mise en garde que le rêveur était dans une sorte de « cul-de-sac » type d’attitude qui pourrait au fin conduire à « nulle part ».
Rowlf: “Hey, Fozzie. You know Thanksgiving is coming. Do you have anything to share with us?”
Fozzie: “For one thing, we dress up for Halloween, but turkeys dress up for Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving and Halloween are both alike. They both have gobble-ins. And I see you’re holding what a turkey uses to drink his wine.”
Rowlf: “What’s that?”
Fozzie: “A goblet.”
Rowlf: “I wonder if the Swedish Chef is preparing any meals.”
Fozzie: “I heard a turkey finally told him the secret recipe for dressing. It was about thyme.”
Rowlf: “He’s planning on making bread the same way as the Pilgrims, too. He’s using May-flour.”
Fozzie: “Did you hear about the turkey that went into Information Technology? It was a technical fowl.”
Rowlf: “I know Animal is waiting for the turkey this Thanksgiving.”
Fozzie: “Why is that?”
Rowlf: “The turkey has the drumsticks.”
Fozzie: “How do you make a turkey float? You put it in a milkshake!”
Luke Skywalker: “Enjoy your Thanksgiving, Fozzie. May the forks be with you!”
Rowlf: “Do you know do you keep a turkey in suspense?”
Fozzie: “No. How do you keep a turkey in suspense?”
Rowlf: “I’ll tell you next week!”
I couldn't come up with anything very clever for the theme so I just made myself a cup of tea. I decided to try some chamomile tea of my daughter's and I've probably only finished half of it as I sat here editing my shot. I'm not a huge fan of tea. Coffee is really my drink. I like the idea of drinking tea, but find that I only do it rarely and there's not many types of tea I like.
Today's shot is for The Hereios' theme, the way of tea.
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