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A clump of snow trapped at last light - Downieville, CA - Shot on Kodak Ektar 100 35mm Film - Minolta X-570 / Rokkor 50mm f1.4
The Gong
A bell says shallo to new life in Aarhus. The Gong is a tubular bell that is part of the art decorations and it has an arm, which new parents can activate from the maternity ward at the Aarhus University Hospital at the other end of town when a child is born.
The bell has been cast in bronze and is 25 feet long, 2.5 feet wide and weighs close to 3 tons, which makes it the largest of its kind in the world. The work of art is located almost as a centerpiece in Dokk1 hanging above the media ramp, the large inner stairway connecting level 1 and 2.
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Der Gong
Det Gong läutet wenn ein neuer Bewohner in Aarhus geboren wird; er ist mit einem Klöppel versehen, den frisch gebackene Eltern von der Geburtsstation des Aarhuser Universitätskrankenhauses aus aktivieren können, wenn ihr Kind das Licht der Welt erblicht hat.
Das Kunstwerk "Gong" besteht aus einer Rohr-Glocke, die Teil der künstlerischen Ausgestaltung des Dokk1 ist. Die aus Bronze bestehende Glocke hat eine Länge von 7,5 m, einen Durchmesser von 80 cm und wiegt ca. 3 Tonnen. Damit ist sie die größte Glocke ihrer Art. Mit seiner Platzierung unmittelbar an der großen Treppe verbindet das Kunstwerk das Niveau 1 und 2 des Gebäudes und hat somit eine zentrale Position.
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Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
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One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
.
Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
21 September 2013: The lights over Dafjord. What would we give to live in a little house by such a beautiful fjord!
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." —John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
“What interests me is not the destination, but the attitude [traveling with new eyes and an open mind].” — Giampiero Bodino
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
...
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
.
Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." —John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
Sunset under construction! #barangaroo #MarleyDawson #sydney_sunsetclub #ig_sunsetshots #sunset_madness #ig_sunsetshots #sky_perfection #sunset_captures #epic_skyshots #chasinglight #sunset_hub #sky_sultans #sky_brilliance #sky_captures #igsunset #my_sunset #aussie #seesydney #icu_aussies #ig_australia #igerssydney #sydney_insta #sydney_local #sydneyfolk #xploresydney #ilovesydney #sydneylife #mysydney
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
...
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
.
Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
“What interests me is not the destination, but the attitude [traveling with new eyes and an open mind].” — Giampiero Bodino
I have memories that refuse to be swallowed by time's shadow.
The simple joy of laughter and sudden pain of shock
The oft' hidden love and silence's pensive thoughts.
And the ones yet to come...that you may yet shape.
But in moments like this, when my heart is a drum line of its own, I fear you can see them too.
|| And tomorrow I'm off to Santiago, Chile! Photos to come, to be sure! ||
“Nietzsche also proposed a second kind of tourism, whereby we may learn how our societies and identities have been formed by the past and so acquire a sense of continuity and belonging.
The person practising this kind of tourism ‘looks beyond his own individual transitory existence and feels himself to be the spirit of his house, his race, his city’.
He can gaze at old buildings and feel ‘the happiness of knowing that he is not wholly accidental and arbitrary but grown out of a past as its heir, flower, and fruit, and that his existence is thus excused and indeed justified'.”
—The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than men could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace”
–Ruskin
Haruki Murakami's— "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning" #💕☔#🌿☁
...
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking from east to west, but along the same narrow street in the Harajuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in their chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fouteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don’t you think?
Yes, that’s it, that is what I should have said to her. .
.
Source: Gravitytrope | On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning — Haruki Murakami
Converted an image of passing storm clouds to B&W. I thought that B&W would make the storm clouds more omnious.
Used one of the storm cloud images and the BW_Sampler9 image from the bonus files.
Bonifacio Global City, Taguig Philippines
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