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I have navigated my way through many ups and downs throughout my life - the coastal immersions of a Baptist minister's daughter, the craters of a teen mom, the peaks and valleys of a professional career, the shifting sands of grandmotherhood. Now I find myself on the edge of a landscape unmapped and unmarked by previous wanderings, though I've climbed down this cliff before. As before, I reorient, reevaluate, retie my shoes and move on.
Date: July 2020
Medium: Digital Photographs
Location: Santa Cruz, CA
Dimensions: 15" x 30"
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“Mind” was the RogueOlympics theme this round, and I settled on a version of the popular sci-fi trope where consciousness can be transferred via high tech equipment. It uses exactly 101 parts.
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"Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans", I could not have said it anymore correct myself. I don't know if I should embrace the unexpectable turns of life and enjoy the roller-coaster I'm put in. I like to say I have a sleepy consciousness, I spend more time dreaming than living and I enjoy it. Torn between the idea of being present and visioning everything that will be.
I know what is best for me.
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who she is
you will never
guess
no she is not a man
in a woman's dress
she is real
i know her address
she is not a
blog goddess
or a princess
she is creative
poetic mystical
god has blessed
although
i have deleted
her from my fucked
consciousness
i cant get her
out of my mind
i must confess
once she loved
this cosmic poet
in a crazy dress
contributing
to his poetic
progress
but now she
has moved away
on her page
i am denied access
with her memories
i am obsessed
fucked
hard pressed
add as friend
i have sent her
a request
a blogger
who flew over
a cuckoos nest
on the soul of misery
a poet possessed
I regained consciousness several hours later. I was stiff, and sore all over. I probably wouldn't survive another 'interrogation'. I quickly dug myself out, and looked around the room. everything was as it had been left, with the exception of a bowl of gruel, with a metal spoon laying in the sand beside it. Small pits in the sand stood testament to the brief but intense action that had gone on. Never being one to be absentminded, I quickly investigated the curious object the chieftain had dropped. I brushed the sand away, revealing s small metal rectangle with a holoprojector screen on one side. I thumbed the activation button, and a holographic map of the ship appeared a few inches above the metal. This was a valuable asset, indeed! Now, to escape. I cracked open the back of my recorder, and pulled out the 'fine' tools inside. Among them were a few bent wires, and a small abrasive pad. I took the pad, and placed the wires in my pocket.
Now, Urag energy bar technology works in two phases; a powerful, searing setting that only comes on if the doorway motion sensors are tripped, and a low-power setting which would only kill given prolonged exposure. Knowing this, I set to work. Using the spoon, I scooped up decent amount of sand. Now, for the dangerous part. I placed the bowl of the spoon on one of the laser emitters, and waited. After several seconds, the sand began to glow a dull red, and then begin to melt. Using the wires, I carefully dragged the spoon off of the emitter, and let it cool for several minutes. I then repeated the process four more times, once for each bar. I then set to work with the abrasive. Several more hours later, I was rewarded with four crude lenses. I then placed one each on the emitters, dispersing the beams enough for me to escape.
Following the map, I made my way to the armory. Inside, I headed to the rack reserved for the Urag special forces.I donned the armor of a sniper, pausing only to observe the fully enclosed helmet. Satisfied that my disguise would be complete, I fit the telescoping mask over my head. While I was there, I found a real prize; an Urag Pulse sniper. These were some of the most lethal weapons I had encountered. With the Urag pulse technology, these snipers had nearly limitless range when compared to the human counterpart. Coupled with the rechargable energy drum, this rifle could fire thousands of rounds without reloading. Upon closer inspection, I learned that this really was a deluxe weapon; the drum, instead of a standard capacitor, was an experimental unit which dynamically charged from oxygen, with a process similar to photosynthesis. /Very/ nice. I had never had a chance to fire one, as they were equipped with a dead man switch which made them self-destruct when the user was killed. I picked it up, and began to head to the command center. As I left the armory, alarm klaxons began to ring. Maybe I would get a chance to fire the pulse rifle sooner rather than later...
and when the paparazzi finds out that you're awake, alert, and orientated and wants to interview you (without food in your mouth).
(according to the world of Cupcake)
Consciousness, Attitude. Engagement.....all this on behalf of the environmental preservation that makes us alive. Cambára do Sul, RS, Brazil
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Few things fascinate me more than consciousness. But what exactly is this subjective state of self-awareness that we call consciousness? Is the deepest part of what makes you You simply a product of matter? Is the material brain responsible for creating consciousness? Is there something immaterial, a soul, for example, that fundamentally makes us who we really are? Does consciousness tap into higher realities? What makes you You, and why?
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People are unique. and each new person in front of you can be like a passage into the unknown. In druvnosti many people believed that the tunnels and gates is something like portals. You enter from one world to another and leave. somehow they're right. but it's just in our minds
consciousness of the loop.
inspired by the words we've exchange with my friend karim.
P E A C E
Remed
Being a photographer comes first from your state of mind and perceiving the world around you with a high level of consciousness. The world is our canvas. :)
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend! Last weekend before Christmas...get that shopping done! :)
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There is another, much more enormous, tree over Ripley creek and I got onto the base of it for this shot upstream. It's on a relatively high part of the bank so the camera ends up about 12 feet off the ground for a really expansive view.
Public Media has covered the global consciousnes like a fog that covers a city...only few neighborhoods which are located in higher elevations of intelligence, have clear image of what is going on...Others...even don't feel the fog anymore..because it is a repeated event...every morning,,,they are getting used to it...mind,,unfortunately,,,confirms habits as realities...which is why...evening news has no difference than a morning fog...only...those who live in higher elevations can observe..how the globe is covered under the white blindness....heh...and still we believe....white is pure.
I finished this top right before the quilt guild meeting, and ran outside to take a picture during sunset, so it's not the greatest picture.
I'll probably write a blog post when this is totally done explaining the process (which involved drafting and printing a very large paper-pieced pattern and a whole heck of a lot of cursing).
The idea behind it was based on the Madrona Road fabric line being about telling a story. When we tell stories, the listeners picture things in their heads based on the words, and I wanted to capture that in a quilt. The idea is that the words from the background are describing and bringing the other prints into being.