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It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

— Audre Lorde —

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

— Walt Whitman —

Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.

— Audre Lorde —

Please forgive me for not being very active here on Flickr these days, at least not as much as I used to be. I try my best to keep my Groups open and support you all as best I can, when RL allows it. I always enjoy looking at all your wonderful works.

Lori 💖

the evidence of your hopes and dreams :-)

Robert Brault

prunus mume, flowering apricot, 'Yuh- Hwa', j c raulston arbretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

Turbulence

En souvenir du 9/11/2016

Les progrès humains et sociaux n’ont rien à voir avec un voyage confortable sur un long fleuve tranquille…Ils résultent plutôt de nos réactions face à l’adversité, face aux contradictions et aux échecs de nos utopies et de nos certitudes.

Nous avons tendance à oublier que le passé et le futur ne sont jamais définitivement écrits, jamais confinés à des frontières. Après tout, nous les inventons jours après jours, n’est-ce pas? Et certains jours plus que d’autres…

Patrice

Photo originale : Parc National des prairies, Saskatchewan, Canada

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In memory of 11/9/2016

Human and social progress have nothing to do with a comfortable journey along a peaceful river. . . It rather results from our reaction to adversity, facing the contradictions and failures of our utopias and our certainties.

We tend to forget that the past and the future are never definitely written, never confined to borders. After all, we invent them day after day, don't we? And some days more than others. . .

Patrice

Original photo : Grasslands National Park of Canada, Saskatchewan, CA

Sculpture de David Renaud, 2011.

"Etre à la fois au-dessus, dans et devant le paysage, c'est l'expérience que propose David RENAUD avec "Table-relief", en référence aux modes de représentation du territoire. La table d'orientation, emblème d'un tourisme qui contemple, est associée ici au plan-relief, retranscription du paysage en volume, à vocation stratégique et militaire. Cette contradiction de la "Table-relief", entre tourisme et défense du territoire, résonne avec le Col de Larche, à la fois frontière défendue par les Forts qui la jalonnent et lieu de passage, d'échanges entre cultures. Imaginée comme un point de départ, cette sculpture est une invitation à s'en détacher : en arpentant les crêtes, en suivant les failles et les pics, le marcheur fait de la montagne un espace vécu."

Nadine Gomez

I realized that cats make a perfect audience, they don’t laugh at you, they never contradict you, there’s no need to impress them, and they won’t divulge your secrets.

― Elle Newmark

♫ Please don't kill me for this...

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All the poses used in my pictures are made from scratch

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Il y eut tout d'abord deux brèches dans le cadre épistémologique de la science classique. La brèche microphysique révéla l'interdépendance du sujet et de l'objet, l'insertion de l'aléa dans la connaissance, la déréification de la notion de matière, l'irruption de la contradiction logique dans la description empirique ; la brèche macro-physique unit en une même entité les concepts jusqu'alors absolument hétérogènes d'espace et de temps et brisa tous nos concepts dès lors qu'ils étaient emportés au-delà de la vitesse lumière. Mais ces deux brèches, pensa-t-on, étaient infiniment loin de notre monde, l'une dans le trop petit, l'autre dans le trop grand. Nous ne voulions pas nous rendre compte que les amarres de notre conception du monde venaient de se briser aux deux infinis, que nous étions, dans notre « bande moyenne », non sur le sol ferme d'une île environnée par l'océan, mais sur un tapis volant.

Il n'y a plus de sol ferme, la « matière » n'est plus la réalité massive élémentaire et simple à laquelle on pouvait réduire la physis. L'espace et le temps ne sont plus des entités absolues et indépendantes.

Introduction à la pensée complexe - Edgar Morin

Elysion

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I am wearing:

Truth hair - Tori (VIP gift July)

Catwa head - Jessica

Maitreya Lara body and Bento hands

Lara Hurley skin - Beth

The pose is from Luanes World poses - "Something to remind you"

... d'après mes recherches mais j'accepte les contradictions.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2cbhYihBWY

I got these questions always running through my head

So many things that I would like to understand

If we are born to die and we all die to live

Then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down

The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house

I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt

Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!

legends and history

Pico da Bandeira is considered the highest point in exclusively Brazilian territory, but, in fact, it is registered as the third highest in the country, with about 2,892 meters / 9,488 ft , when compared to the peaks of Neblina, with 2,993 meters / 9,819 ft, and the 31st of March, with 2,972 meters / 9,750 ft. However, both are located on the border between Brazil and Venezuela and, therefore, are not entirely national. These heights were recently updated, in the Pontos Culminantes Project, by IBGE.

The title of the highest peak in Brazil was given in 1859, when D. Pedro II had the Brazilian flag hoisted at the top of the elevation. As for the name of the Park, some historians argue that the word caparaó has an indigenous origin and means “water flowing from the rocks”. There are those who say that there are other meanings, such as: crooked river house or house of cover (capara) — a building made with mats, common in high and cold places.

However, an amusing legend contradicts the story. According to popular reports, in the region where today the Park is located, there was a very angry ox called Ó. As this ox always scared away anyone who tried to capture it, the herdsmen made a joint effort and after many days and struggles, they finally caught the animal. As proof of such bravery, they decided to castrate it, and the rumor spread: “caparam o Ó / they castrated it”. In Portuguese, "CaparaÓ"!

The place has other historical dates, such as the year 1967, when the Movimento Nacionalista Revolucionário (MNR) promoted an armed uprising, called “Guerrilha do Caparaó”, which contested the dictatorial regime and, according to historians, was idealized by Leonel Brizola and sponsored by Cuban statesman Fidel Castro. There was great national repercussion, the guerrillas remained for months in Serra do Caparaó, until they were denounced. In 2007, the journalist from Espírito Santo, José Caldas da Costa, launched the book “Caparaó – The first guerrilla against the dictatorship”. In the launch, former guerrilla fighter Araken Vaz Galvão stated: “We took Caparaó out of geography and placed him in history”.

PS On the left is the descent by Calçado and Calçado Mirim peaks.

Butter-butts fill the air. They are so common right now why strain myself to nab a photo? Audubon or Myrtle? At one time they were considered two distinct species then lumped together and might be split again.

How far we have come from the 1800s studies of an Agustinian friar concerning peas.

"One of North America’s most beloved songbirds – the yellow-rumped warbler – may be at least three separate species, says a study published Aug. 24 in The Auk. This discovery contradicts how ornithologists classified the bird for almost five decades.

The new work brings a wealth of genetic evidence to bear on the question and for the first time identifies where in the warblers’ DNA species have diverged from each other. That opens the door to discovering what’s responsible for differences in how the birds look, sound and act, said lead author David Toews, a postdoctoral researcher at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology.

“The yellow-rumped warbler – this species that’s familiar to just about every birder in North America – has four distinct forms, and now we have quite compelling evidence that three of them are full species,” said Toews, who began the work while he was a doctoral student with study co-author Darren Irwin at University of British Columbia.

..." Hugh Powell news.cornell.edu

All My Links

I have wanted to do something different for a while, then one gets lost in what can only be described as "Photographers Block", akin to "Writers Block" same thing yet different tool of creativity. I even deleted a photo I put up yesterday as I hated it, simply because experimental change is sometimes difficult, in the enigmatic paradigm of remaining as was, yet contradicted by the yearn for change, albeit lost for choice yet unable to see the forest for the trees! If you catch my convoluted drift?!

I think the criteria of assumed "change" is tethered to the idea of realising that ,change, in one's self cannot therefore be abridged to the same/similar ideas of others, it is a struggle then to remain original. I am still trying to conquer it whilst trying to not to lose my perspective to the idea of absolutes!

So this photo I took along the A100 with the Westhafen Canal running parallel, in which there are three or four barges moored along the walkway, I had been meaning to get to them since the weather has since started to slowly improve. They are basically big floating elongated buckets of either nothing or asphalt, earth and what have you. But they are interesting for the very old mechanical presence, compositional offerings and overall differing of imagery from nature and anything else that has been done to death so far. The clouds were thin and wonderfully striated offering a bokeh contradiction of composition's directional flow. It was tricky getting the angle as I wanted to get the motorway out of the focus completely.

That's all my waffle for today, I hope everyone's' week has gotten off well and so as always, thank you! :)

Mona Hatoum.

Dans notre monde mû par des contradictions, des tensions géopolitiques, des esthétiques diversifiées, Mona Hatoum nous offre un œuvre qui atteint une universalité inégalée, un œuvre devenu « modèle » pour de nombreux artistes contemporains. L’artiste britannique, d’origine palestinienne, est l’une des représentantes incontournables de la scène contemporaine internationale. Son œuvre s’impose par la justesse de son propos, par l’adéquation entre les formes et les matériaux proposés, par la pluridisciplinarité de son travail et finalement par sa relecture originale et engagée des mouvements d’art contemporain (performance, cinétisme, minimalisme). Après avoir réalisé, voilà vingt ans, la première exposition muséale dédiée à l’œuvre de Mona Hatoum, le Centre Pompidou lui consacre aujourd’hui une première grande monographie qui réunit une centaine d’œuvres et rend compte de la pluridisciplinarité de son travail, de 1977 à 2015. Sans chronol(...)

The Bent Pyramid is an ancient Egyptian pyramid located at the royal necropolis of Dahshur, approximately 40 kilometres south of Cairo, built under the Old Kingdom Pharaoh Sneferu (c. 2600 BC). A unique example of early pyramid development in Egypt, this was the second pyramid built by Sneferu.

The Bent Pyramid rises from the desert at a 54-degree inclination, but the top section (above 47 meters) is built at the shallower angle of 43 degrees, lending the pyramid its very obvious 'bent' appearance.

Archaeologists now believe that the Bent Pyramid represents a transitional form between step-sided and smooth-sided pyramids (see Step pyramid). It has been suggested that due to the steepness of the original angle of inclination the structure may have begun to show signs of instability during construction, forcing the builders to adopt a shallower angle to avert the structure's collapse. This theory appears to be borne out by the fact that the adjacent Red Pyramid, built immediately afterwards by the same Pharaoh, was constructed at an angle of 43 degrees from its base. This fact also contradicts the theory that at the initial angle the construction would take too long because Sneferu's death was nearing, so the builders changed the angle to complete the construction in time. In 1974 Kurt Mendelssohn suggested the change of the angle to have been made as a security precaution in reaction to a catastrophic collapse of the Meidum Pyramid while it was still under construction.

Isometric, plan and elevation images of the Bent Pyramid Complex taken from a 3d model

It is also unique amongst the approximately ninety pyramids to be found in Egypt, in that its original polished limestone outer casing remains largely intact. British structural engineer Peter James attributes this to larger clearances between the parts of the casing than used in later pyramids; these imperfections would work as expansion joints and prevent the successive destruction of the outer casing by thermal expansion.

The ancient formal name of the Bent Pyramid is generally translated as (The)-Southern-Shining-Pyramid, or Sneferu-(is)-Shining-in-the-South.

Toute ma vie, je n'ai jamais pu me résigner au savoir parcellisé, je n'ai jamais pu isoler un objet d'études de son contexte, de ses antécédents, de son devenir. J'ai toujours aspiré à une pensée multidimensionnelle. Je n'ai jamais pu éliminer la contradiction intérieure. J'ai toujours senti que des vérités profondes, antagonistes les unes aux autres, étaient pour moi complémentaires, sans cesser d'être antagonistes. Je n'ai jamais voulu réduire de force l'incertitude et l'ambiguïté.

Introduction à la pensée complexe - Edgar Morin

Cordulephya pygmaea - female

Family: Cordulephyidae

Suborder Anisoptera (dragonflies)

Order: Odenata

These unique dragonflies are only found in Australia and have this unusual habit of holding the wings shut like Damselflies.

I am puzzled by the red wing tab (pterostigma). All the photos I have seen of this species have more muted colours for the wing tabs.

Location is the Eurobodalla Botanic Gardens on the south coast of NSW, Australia.

This addition means I have now photographed 13 species of odenata at the Eurobodalla Botanic Gardens this year. I think that is pretty remarkable since the gardens were burned completely in the 2019/2020 bushfires.

Jeff Melville has the following summary which is so concise I thought worth sharing :

“This Australian endemic species has so many peculiarities!

Most obviously atypical, it's a dragonfly (Anisoptera) that perches with wings closed; only the other three endemic Australian species of the genus also do that. The forward-facing eyes, meeting all along the midline above the frons, confirm that it's Anisopteran, and the presence of a single inferior terminal appendage in this male is definitive, although you might have to squint a little to see it in these views.

The wings contradict the Anisopteran stereotype most thoroughly. The forewings are almost identical to the hindwings in size, shape and venation, although it's difficult to see that when they are closed; these images from the wing scans taken by John Tann from museum specimens set with the wings open show the extent of the similarity:

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The most noticeable departure from the Anisopteran norm is that the hind wings are so narrow at the base, and reach their greatest width near the middle, like the forewings. The most specialised members of family Libellulidae, such as the Flutterers (Rhyothemis), have hindwings that are widest at the base and taper all the way to the tip; presumably this gives much better aerodynamic flow when moving at speed. You can see from the side-on views of C. pygmaea how much damage to the wing base might occur opening and closing such wings on a rocky substrate; the bases would trail on the ground in the closed position.

Cordulephya species seem to have taken the option of a damselfly lifestyle, while retaining the eye and appendage structure that identifies them as dragonflies, and the internal pumped larval gills that give them a metabolic advantage in waters with lower oxygen content. Does it help the adults to be able to crawl in more confined spaces than a species with permanently open wings? Does this harmonise with a flight time calendar that avoids the peak season for more voracious species that might prey on them? Interesting to speculate.”

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On a cru que la raison devait éliminer tout ce qui est irrationalisable, c'est-à-dire l'aléa, le désordre, la contradiction, afin d'enfermer le réel à l'intérieur d'une structure d'idées cohérentes, théorie ou idéologie. Or la réalité déborde de toute part de nos structures mentales : «Il y a plus de choses sur la terre et dans le ciel que dans toute notre philosophie», avait depuis longtemps remarqué Shakespeare.

Edgar Morin

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhF34xLMOpY

"La VIBRATION de l' UNIVERS"

de SERGE - REIVER NAZARE .

vadeker.net/beyond/contact/lois_sur_les_extraterrestres.html

"LOIS et REGLEMENTS sur le CONTACT avec les EXTRATERRESTRES" ... aux USA .

"C' est dans l' air du temps que cette ""paranoïa anti-extraterrestre"" soit devenue mondiale . Il faudrait se méfier de tout contact avec un intelligence extraterrestre ou toutes formes de vie extraterrestre . Et, comme chacun le sait , nul n' est censé ignorer la Loi , même si c' est pour réglementer un contact avec un phénomène qui n' est pas censé exister , car il n' est pas officiellement reconnu , mais qui pourrait tout de même l' être si on ouvre grand les yeux .

Les Gouvernements jouent ainsi avec les contradictions et ils ne manquent pas d' imaginations ni d' arguments pour légiférer sur un contrôle de ceux qui seraient confrontés au phénomène ovnien . Nous retrouvons des Lois à géométrie variable parce qu'on ne sait jamais ce qui pourrait se passer dans la tête d' un terrien ...

Les Politiques en parlent , les Militaires les craignent , les Stratèges ne savent plus sur quel pied danser ...

Un bref aperçu pour avoir une idée du contexte culturel et idéologique dans lesquels émergent ces Lois ..."

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Thank you , my Friends , for your Visits ...

Slowing it down with this moody, little track. I like songs like this where the lyrics seem to contradict what the singer is feeling. Thank you so much for looking and listening. This concludes our rainy night by the dashboard light series. I hope you enjoyed it. <3 Keep hoping. Keep dreaming…

www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5cVrZXx9bc

open.spotify.com/album/6gg5bYWLL6gTMaP7k2HKR5?si=BMjp2HAK... (better sound quality)

Taken with my Canon 40D from a higher peak...not a drone. The air was a bit thin up here. To say it was a religious experience is an understatement. So I will leave it up to John before someone contradicts my words....he said it best! You guys tired of winter shots yet? I only have about 40.000 more. Speak up or forever hold your peace ;-)

“ This was the alpenglow, to me one of the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed and waiting like devout worshipers. ”

John Muir

Natural light, no filters.

Tout ce qui est profond aime le masque; les choses les plus profondes de toutes ont même en haine image et symbole. La contradiction seule ne serait-elle pas le véritable déguisement sous lequel s'avancerait la pudeur d'un dieu?

Par-delà le bien et le mal - Friedrich Nietzsche

J'aurai preféré qu'il se pose sur une jolie branche mais ça sera pour une autre fois !

I would have preferred him on a nice branch ... maybe next time !!

Pourquoi "rouge" et non "orange" ? "Bien que sa face et sa poitrine soient plus orangées que rougeâtres, cet oiseau prend le nom familier de rouge-gorge au Moyen-Âge. Cette contradiction s'explique car la dénomination de la couleur orange n'apparaît en Europe qu'au XVème siècle par la diffusion sur ce continent de l'orange douce (le fruit) rapportée a la fin du XVème siècle par les Portugais de Ceylan et de Chine". Source : Wikipedia.

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I couldn’t decide if to take Inspire with me to Fiji. Of-course there would be some fun aerial opportunities but I had told myself I was jetting off to the little tropical island to relax and lugging a large drone through checked in luggage, customs and to and from the resort (not to mention the pre-departure Fijian CAAF request and approval) seemed to somehow contradict this notion.

You guessed it - in the end she came and with a huge coral reef right at my door step and kayaks ready to go I'm glad she did.

Shot using an Inspire 1 Pro and X5 Camera

Tweedledum and Tweedledee are characters in an English nursery rhyme and in Lewis Carroll's 1871 book Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Their names may have originally come from an epigram written by poet John Byrom. The nursery rhyme has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 19800. The names have since become synonymous in western popular culture slang for any two people who look and act in identical ways, generally in a derogatory context.

The words "Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee" make their first appearance in print as names applied to the composers George Frideric Handel and Giovanni Bononcini in "one of the most celebrated and most frequently quoted (and sometimes misquoted) epigrams", satirising disagreements between Handel and Bononcini, written by John Byrom (1692–1763): in his satire, from 1725. Some say, compar'd to BononciniThat Mynheer Handel's but a NinnyOthers aver, that he to HandelIs scarcely fit to hold a CandleStrange all this Difference should be'Twixt Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee!

Although Byrom is clearly the author of the epigram, the last two lines have also been attributed to Jonathan Swift and Alexander Pope. While the familiar form of the rhyme was not printed until around 1805, when it appeared in Original Ditties for the Nursery, it is possible that Byrom was drawing on an existing rhyme.

The characters are perhaps best known from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass and what Alice Found There (1871). Carroll, having introduced two fat little men named Tweedledum and Tweedledee, quotes the nursery rhyme, which the two brothers then go on to enact. They agree to have a battle, but never have one. When they see a monstrous black crow swooping down, they take to their heels. The Tweedle brothers never contradict each other, even when one of them, according to the rhyme, "agrees to have a battle". Rather, they complement each other's words, which led John Tenniel to portray them as twins in his illustrations for the book.

For further information please visit

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tweedledum_and_Tweedledee

Rudbeckia /rʌdˈbɛkiə/ is a plant genus in the Asteraceae or composite family. Rudbeckia flowers feature a prominent, raised central disc in black, brown shades of green, and in-between tones, giving rise to their familiar common names of coneflowers and black-eyed-susans. All are native to North America, and many species are cultivated in gardens for their showy yellow or gold flower heads that bloom in mid to late summer.

The species are herbaceous, mostly perennial plants (some annual or biennial) growing to 0.5–3.0 m tall, with simple or branched stems. The leaves are spirally arranged, entire to deeply lobed, and 5–25 cm long. The flowers are produced in daisy-like inflorescences, with yellow or orange florets arranged in a prominent, cone-shaped head; "cone-shaped" because the ray florets tend to point out and down (are decumbent) as the flower head opens.

A large number of species have been proposed within Rudbeckia, but most are now regarded as synonyms of the limited list given below.

Several currently accepted species have several accepted varieties. Some of them (for example the black-eyed susan, R. hirta), are popular garden flowers distinguished for their long flowering times. Many cultivars of these species are known.

Rudbeckia is one of at least four genera within the flowering plant family Asteraceae whose members are commonly known as coneflowers; the others are Echinacea, Dracopis, and Ratibida.

Rudbeckia species are eaten by the caterpillars of some Lepidoptera species including cabbage moths and dot moths.

The name was given by Carolus Linnaeus to honor his patron and fellow botanist at Uppsala University, Olof Rudbeck the Younger (1660-1740), as well as Rudbeck's late father Olof Rudbeck the Elder (1630-1702), a distinguished Naturalist, Philologist, and Doctor of Medicine (he had discovered the lymphatic system), and founder of Sweden's first botanic garden, now the Linnaean Garden at Uppsala. In 1730 Linnaeus had been invited into the home of the younger Rudbeck (now almost 70) as tutor his youngest children. Rudbeck had then recommended Linnaeus to replace him as a lecturer at the university and as the botanical garden demonstrator, even though Linnaeus was only in his second year of studies. In his book The Compleat Naturalist: A Life of Linnaeus, Wilfred Blunt quotes Linnaeus's dedication:

So long as the earth shall survive and as each spring shall see it covered with flowers, the Rudbeckia will preserve your glorious name. I have chosen a noble plant in order to recall your merits and the services you have rendered, a tall one to give an idea of your stature, and I wanted it to be one which branched and which flowered and fruited freely, to show that you cultivated not only the sciences but also the humanities. Its rayed flowers will bear witness that you shone among savants like the sun among the stars; its perennial roots will remind us that each year sees you live again through new works. Pride of our gardens, the Rudbeckia will be cultivated throughout Europe and in distant lands where your revered name must long have been known. Accept this plant, not for what it is but for what it will become when it bears your name.

For further information please visit

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudbeckia

I work on a series of pictures that appear to have no reality in them— photographed myths or poems. But this meaning may result from the fact that we don't know where reality ends and the myths or poems of fantasy begin :-)

Hans-Peter Klemenz

HGGT! Ukraine Matters!

sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina

Today is my father’s birthday and he would have been 74 years old in the way that us humans who still have bodies measure time. I know his consciousness still exists because he’s sent me signs and I had a visitation dream from him a few months ago. If I had met myself right now a year ago, I might not recognize the person I am today in many ways. But, I have accepted that to dismiss the idea that consciousness continues and that we live on this Earth for many lives is just arrogance. We cannot continue to demand proof for everything, either. That is also a form of arrogance. We have to open ourselves like a door to different possibilities. In any case, I can’t look back at the human I was. I have to move forward.

Still, it’s really hard to experience your first holidays and birthdays “without" a person you’ve known your whole life. It’s not just them that it feels like vanishes in your darkest moments but it’s also an aspect of yourself in a weird way. Everyone sees you and experiences moments with you that are unique and that helps you piece together what your identity is now and what it can become. We’re still all in this primordial mess, really, just trying to figure it all out. So it goes, as Kurt Vonnegut would say.

Also, your body knows the truth even if your heart believes consciousness still exists. In this case, my hair started falling out in long red strands. I still have a full head of hair but I feel like something is missing a little more each day.

My dad wasn’t a very easy person to be around when I was growing up, to be honest with you. He had a bad temper at times and it was best you avoided him when he was in a certain mood. There was a part of me that felt I could never live up to what he wanted me to be, especially in terms of my intelligence. I don’t think he ever realized that I felt this way, though, or maybe he didn’t understand how pervasive my thoughts about this were. I was and still am a very sensitive person. If someone is in a bad mood, I assume it’s my fault. I’ve had significant OCD symptoms since I was little and, because of this, I tend to play and replay interactions in my head, wondering what I could have done differently and perseverating on everything I did wrong. It’s hard for me to move past conflict because of this. My dad had this perception that if you didn’t do things his way, you were contradicting him on purpose or just flat out wrong without realizing fully how different brains can truly be. He didn’t seem to mind conflict (in fact, he seemed to thrive on it) and sometimes things I wasn’t even aware I was doing would set him off. Everyone has their “things” so to speak and rules they decide on in order to exist in a reality they consider reasonable and fair. That’s all I will say about that because I’ve accepted it in my own way.

My dad was also a highly intelligent, talented, progressive, and passionate person. I realized this when I actually sat down to write his Obituary in the summer. Making sense of a life-my life or another person’s life is laughable. We are just so complex. But, we still have to try. As a photographer, I was drawn to all of the photos of memories I had forgotten about with my dad I went through to put together for the service. I don’t have any brothers or sisters so I don’t have a comparison point for how my dad treated siblings. My mom just recently found this photo and it’s very much the age my dad appeared when he visited me in my dream and we were back in my first childhood home in the dining room. He was younger than I am now in the dream and I am still thinking about how absolutely absurd time seems.

What I found in these photos were moments of genuine love and acceptance, even if I wasn’t always aware of them at the time. I was always so stuck in my own head space. If I didn’t squeeze my toes every time I passed a yellow house, something bad was going to happen. If I didn’t tap my fingers every time a red truck went by, something bad was going to happen. If I told anyone why I was hysterically crying for seemingly no reason, something bad was going to happen. Must be, everyone felt like this and went through this, I thought. It was probably just a part of life anyway. I’m sure I wasn’t the easiest daughter. I always thought I was going to be poisoned or get gangrene or fall prey to some unexplained event because I didn’t do all the right things at all of the right times. That’s what having OCD is like for a child, by the way. And, keep in mind that if you know a child who seems melodramatic often, again they might not tell you why they are upset because they are too superstitious about it to do so. There’s an unexpected monster lurking around every corner. It always seems like there’s far more danger in the world than safety to us. Random and painful, life is coming for you. And as Douglas Adams said, “Life is wasted on the living.”

But what I actually just realized in the last few hours of my existence is that going through all of the photos, all of the memories, all of the things my dad wrote in his memoirs class (like when I flew out of a roller coaster at Canada’s Wonderland and he pulled me to him until the end of the ride) is a little like Kintsugi. We’re such broken beings and every day a little more cracked and aching. So, we have to do our best to piece it all back together and make sense of our life on Earth and our relationships. We can re-attach with twine or even lacquer or superglue but what we have left might transform completely from what we started with before we fell apart. I have fallen apart many times myself.

Isn’t it great that we can use Kintsugi with photos to put it all back together again? We’re going to continue to exist, no matter how hard it is. The world can feel like a bunch of noisy nonsense most days. Sometimes, we ask for more when we don’t deserve it or at least think we don’t. We are going to mend and try to make amends. We are going to make mistake after mistake after mistake and we are going to feel so sad about it in a way that feels relentless and we’re just going to keep crawling on our knees to find all of the missing pieces. It’s ok if we leave some of the pieces out when we reconstruct. Maybe we find them and maybe we don’t. Then, we look in the mirror and don’t recognize ourselves. Maybe that’s ok, too. But then we find ourselves in a photo all over again with someone we love and somehow in that moment things make sense again.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

**All photos and senseless rambles are copyrighted. So it goes**

Notre esprit est la plupart du temps instable, capricieux, désordonné, ballotté entre l'espoir et la crainte, égocentrique, hésitant, fragmenté, confus, parfois même absent, affaibli par les contradictions internes et le sentiment d'insécurité.

De plus, il est rebelle à tout entrainement et se trouve constamment occupé par son bavardage intérieur qui maintient un "bruit de fond" dont nous sommes à peine conscient.

L'Art de la Méditation - Matthieu Ricard

This is the most photographed scene of Tallinn the backdrop of a million selfies but like most things it is that way for a reason as this backdrop has it all with steeples, towers all interspersed with elegant homes with the ocean in the distance. This scene contradicts the fact that Tallinn as well as Estonia itself might be the most digitally advanced society on the planet with Wi-Fi available even in the woods going so far as to start in 2005 voting online. Besides beautiful architecture Estonia also boasts the highest per capita of super models in the world it also has some of the tallest people in Europe with men averaging 180cm

I took this on May 20, 2008 with my D70s and Tamron 18-200mm f/3.5-6.3 Lens at 28mm, 1/400s, f10 ISO 200 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia ,Topaz, and DXO Nik

Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress

La question du temps et du déterminisme n’est pas limitée aux sciences, elle est au cœur de la pensée occidentale depuis l’origine de ce que nous appelons la rationalité et que nous situons à l’époque pré-socratique. Comment concevoir la créativité humaine, comment penser l’éthique dans un monde déterministe ? [...] La démocratie et les sciences modernes sont toutes deux les héritières de la même histoire, mais cette histoire mènerait à une contradiction si les sciences faisaient triompher une conception déterministe de la nature alors que la démocratie incarne l’idéal d’une société libre. Nous considérer comme étrangers à la nature implique un dualisme étranger à l’aventure des sciences aussi bien qu’à la passion d’intelligibilité propre au monde occidental. Cette passion est selon Richard Tarnas, de "retrouver son unité avec les racines de son être". Nous pensons nous situer aujourd’hui à un point crucial de cette aventure au point de départ d’une nouvelle rationalité qui n’identifie plus science et certitude, probabilité et ignorance. En cette fin de siècle, la question de l'avenir de la science est souvent posée. Pour certains, tel Stephen Hawking dans sa Brève histoire du temps, nous sommes proches de la fin, du moment où nous serons capables de déchiffrer la "pensée de Dieu". Je crois, au contraire que nous sommes seulement au début de l’aventure Nous assistons à l’émergence d’une science qui n’est plus limitée à des situations simplifiées, idéalisées, mais nous met en face de la complexité du monde réel, une science qui permet à la créativité humaine de se vivre comme l’expression singulière d’un trait fondamental commun à tous les niveaux de la nature.

Ilya Prigogine

This was taken at the Much Marcle Steam Rally on 21st July 2018, although I've uploaded this image a few months later. Its accompanied by this little short story of summer that I hope warms you a little, lifting chilly mid-winter's veil like a welcome Gluehwein….

For quite some time, Britain had been in the grip of a heatwave, and this day was one of the hottest, with searing bright sunlight, a scorching heat and only the occasional unhurried cotton wool clouds ambling across the azure blue sky far above us.

I felt at home in shorts and T shirt, even if my kit rucksack was making my back warm. The fields were parched, the earth was cracked and grass had dried and become a crinkly golden straw, slightly crunchy beneath my walking boots.

With no breeze, the warm air was filled with the sweet smell of honeysuckle, hedgerows and hay, and metallic clanking of farm ploughs turning the dusty soil in the fields intermingled with the infrequent yowl of the tractor pull.

Glad to find a hay bale to sit on near the shade of a hedge I gently placed my camera bag next to me, and sipping lukewarm mineral water, watched an old, rusty tractor with not a fleck of paint on its ancient and weathered rusty patina stoically ploughing regular furrows with a lightness that contradicted its battered and well used years. The warm roughness of my Canon body nestled into my palm and felt part of me as this image was made.

Quintessentially English, this warm idyllic day scented by summer flowers was accented by capturing rich images of rural farming, the emotion of a long summer day in the fields, and the kind and lovable people who love to live and work the land.

For some time, I’ve been trying to decide if this should be black and white or full technicolor, but for now, monochrome has won out. That might change….

The anglo-saxon old-English word for plough is sulh, and it was arguably one of the most innovative early inventions.

Toute ma vie, je n'ai jamais pu me résigner au savoir parcellisé, je n'ai jamais pu isoler un objet d'études de son contexte, de ses antécédents, de son devenir. J'ai toujours aspiré à une pensée multidimensionnelle. Je n'ai jamais pu éliminer la contradiction intérieure. J'ai toujours senti que des vérités profondes, antagonistes les unes aux autres, étaient pour moi complémentaires, sans cesser d'être antagonistes. Je n'ai jamais voulu réduire de force l'incertitude et l'ambiguïté.

Introduction à la pensée complexe de Edgar Morin

if it contradicts the evidence of your hopes and dreams :-)

Robert Brault

HFF!!

abandoned gold mine, breckenridge, colorado

"I spoke to him of Persia; but hardly had I opened my mouth, when he contradicted me twice, basing his objections upon the authority of Tavernier and Chardin. “Ah! Good heavens!” said I to myself, “what kind of man is this? He will know next all the streets in Ispahan better than I do!” I soon knew what part to play - to be silent, and let him talk; and he is still laying down the law."

Montesquieu (Charles de Secondat), Persian Letters (1721), Letter 72. Outdoors, shot wide open, reflector used.

"Lines, straight or curved : People follow them, contradict them or imprison themselves in them." - Thierry Clech

Dostoïevski disait quelque part que ”l'homme est sot, phénoménalement sot.” Je ne peux pas le contredire. Parce que je suis un homme. Phénoménalement homme...

Dostoevsky said somewhere that "man is stupid, phenomenally stupid." I cannot contradict him. Because I am a man. Phenomenally man...

youtu.be/SZQzW_QfPew

Ceaikovski, în schimb, vorbea despre heruvimi...

Tchaïkovski, en revanche, parlait de chérubins...

Tchaikovsky, in contrast, spoke of cherubims...

The Town Hall entrance - Chalkida City - Evia

Quand les gens font leur forte tête, il le font en toute décontraction. ON A BEAU LEUR INDIQUER LE CHEMIN PAR UNE JOLIE FLECHE, RIEN A FAIRE !

...Il faut qu'ils marchent en sens contraire, rivés à leur portable...!

Quel indiscipline ! C'est ainsi que commencent les révolutions et qu'on guillotine les r.... oh attendez...! :-))

(Oui bon, je monte un peu vite dans les tours, j'avoue. :-)) )

Tant que l'on oppose quelque chose comme un sujet libre en droit et une société aliénante de fait, on s'expose à d'insurmontables contradictions : on articule une humanité transparente abstraite à une opacité sociale concrète.

Deviens ce que tu es : Pour une vie philosophique - Dorian Astor

Philipp Otto Runge (around 1806), Kunsthalle Hamburg. I normally do not reproduce paintings in photography. But Runge's work is different and of a kind where "my rules" do not apply. This is a section of the image only. Enough to make me feel uneasy and prepare to contradict.

American Ranch, Prescott, Arizona, December 2022.

Une photo de 2010 .

Les habitants de Chassant , petit village de 350 habitants, avaient émis le souhait qu' un boucher s' installe dans le village. Leur voeux exaucé , et après quelques mois d' euphorie conjointe, ils retournèrent à leur habitude d' aller chez Intermarché , Leclerc , Lidl . Ces grandes surfaces , situées dans un rayon de 20 kms, vendant la viande deux fois moins chère .

On comprend la colère rentrée de l' artisan !

Eglwys Nunydd Reservoir , Margam, Glamorgan. Bird has been around a week though I was put off from going initially by reports of birders being kicked off site and having to view from across the M4 motorway. There were a trickle of photos coming out which contradicted this and when a friend went the day before without problem i gave it a go, arriving pre dawn to try and evade security. Got off to a bad start when i was met by security on the track in, but they just asked if i wanted to come in through the gate ! (seems they are only kicking people out when there is sailing typically at weekends). So i did, went up to the res and there was the bird right in front of me. Light wasnt great but for the next 90 minutes it showed at point blank range. A very rare vagrant visitor with 9 previous records in Britain, a bit smaller than a GND and closely related to the BTD.

Rien de plus français que l'esprit de contradiction... Surtout ces derniers temps, avouons-le !

Job 16:8 “My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.”

Promener son chien est la corvée par excellence du couple "traditionnel".

Mais si, vous savez : le couple hétéro de base avec deux CDI, une maison à crédit, une espace, trois gosses, un chien et deux burn-outs en maturation...

Oui oui, je parle de ce cliché... qui n'en est pas vraiment un en fait.

Les penseurs et penseuses féministes, queer, les sociologues les plus divers et autres observateurs critiques du monde moderne ont même des mots composés à rallonge pour résumer ce mode de vie qui tente de s'imposer à toutes et tous.

C'est donc tout naturellement qu'on s'attend à ce que les personnes LGBT+ soient à la pointe de la contradiction envers ce modèle... Et c'est assez vrai.

Mais...

Mais mais mais... MAIS !

N'est-il pas autrement plus subversif de casser les codes en allant promener son demi-chien ? :o)

(oui tout ce blabla pour juste cette blague... Tsss... Je ne me bonifie pas avec l'âge...)

Another picture from my beach series, this time taken again with the drone. It is fascinating how the wave structure of the surf is different every time. And physicists have recently been trying to make us believe that everything is predetermined. The new edition of determinism seems to be in vogue right now. The photo contradicts this.

Hi lovelies,

Neverfar Landscaping Services is taking in a few projects for the time being before my RL becomes very busy again. I shall only take smaller projects since I do not have that much time in SL so no full sims landscaping possible, homesteads (maybe, depends on my RL time availability) .If you would love your home in SL to be landscaped/designed in a original rustic and shabby style east meets west which includes detailed nature with majestic views and sceneries please do not hesitate to contact me.

P/S : Please DO NOT contact me for any modern, classic, Victorian, fantasy, gothic or any other styles to mix in which contradict my visions and signature style. I have had quite a few requests before which I have to turn down or stop at the projects due to that. If you do have doubts about my exact styles/designs of landscaping, do not hesitate to refer to my NEVERFAR Flickr group for some examples. For more info please send me a notecard or Flickrmail. Hope to hear from you soon and sending good vibes <3

All the love and sunshine,

Inertia x Mr. Peckington

Neverfar Landscaping since 2015

La rue et ses passants sont emplis de contradictions.

Certaines discrètes et insignifiantes, d'autres manifestes !

Bon, blague à part, évidemment qu'un rollator n'est pas considéré comme un véhicule cyclable.

...Mais avouez que l'occasion était belle...

(delusion) - (waanidee)

An idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality or rational argument, typically a symptom of mental disorder ... "the delusion of being watched".

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La dualité, qui est la contradiction de l'unité, en est aussi la conséquence.

Charles Baudelaire