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"- What is reality?
- It's like imagination, but not as good." V.D.T in "Dream by Dream".
Yo ! Comme vous pouvez le constater, je pars un peu plus sur de l'artistique. Je me lâche complet et je laisse ma créativité s'exprimer avec le moins de limites possibles.
J'ai des petits projets d'écritures aussi que je vais essayer d'incorporer ici. Je sais que je pourrais "officialiser" le tout comme je le faisais avant, essayer de scorer dessus etc mais en fait j'ai pas envie. Je préfère tout donner gratuitement et j'aime l'idée que ce soit caché et que seuls les petits curieux peuvent tomber dessus. C'est tellement plus amusant !
Je ne sais plus si j'en avais parlé mais ça me rappelle un très vieux téléfilm sans grand intérêt quand j'étais gamin que ma mère regardait et dans un des passages, une jeune fille découvrait une vieille clé qui donnait sur un jardin....secret. Voilà ce que je voudrais être pour vous, un jardin secret. Un petit espace hors du temps où les rêves ont leur place et où la peur ne sert qu'à créer des histoires passionnantes le soir au coin du feu.
J'ai toujours eu un don, c'est ma créativité, elle est infinie. Pour équilibrer tout ça je crois que l'existence m'a fait le plus flemmard qui soit. J'ai des tonnes d'idées absolument géniales que ce soit pour des jeux-vidéos, des livres, etc etc. Avec des "mécaniques" qu'on a pas assez vu voire pas du tout. Mais voilà, monsieur est un immense flemmard et je me lasse de tout tellement vite... En fait j'ai du mal à accepter que ce que j'invente dans mes moments de "folies" en quelques minutes nécessiterait parfois des années à être mis en place. J'ai une profonde admiration pour ceux qui arrivent à s'infliger ça, moi je peux pas. Je suis une étoile filante ou un feu d'artifice, je ne sais pas m'arrêter, je suis le mouvement et la liberté. Autant vouloir retenir l'eau dans un filet.
Je suis un dévoreur de "logiques". Ado, j'aimais me répéter : "tout ce qui existe est prisonnier de sa propre logique". Une fois que j'ai compris un concept, vous ne pouvez imaginer la lassitude que je ressens immédiatement comme si chaque seconde écoulée devenait une perte de temps digne des pires tortures. Je dois apprendre/comprendre/assimiler sans cesse de nouvelles choses. Une copine m'avait dit "Tu as besoin d'être stimulé constamment et je ne suis pas capable de t'offrir ça". Alors, paradoxalement, je sombre dans une forme de léthargie, comme si j'étais en hibernation. Insensible au sempiternelle quotidien si bruyant à vous en rendre sourd.
Bref, je suis un jardin secret et pourtant le jour où vous me rencontrerez, vous ne tomberez que sur une grille fermée.
Qui est la clé ?
Où est-elle ?
Dans quelle serrure s'est-elle rouillée ?
Et si nous étions la serrure.... et la clé ?
Et dans le trou de la serrure, qui nous espionne ?
What makes existence precious
it's just our feelings
and our sensitivity
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Beneath a sky fractured by shifting clouds, Lofoten’s peaks rise in jagged defiance, their edges etched against the dimming light like the script of an ancient, undeciphered language. Golden beams, sharp and fleeting, lance through the mist, not to illuminate but to sculpt—carving lines of impermanence into the rugged stone, as if the universe were writing an ode to its own imperfection.
The mountains do not stand; they loom, timeless yet restless, their forms whispering of upheaval and stillness in the same breath. Mist coils through the valleys, not as concealment, but as something alive, something uncertain—an interlude between revelation and obscurity. The scene feels less like a landscape and more like a question suspended in the air, unanswered and unanswerable, vibrating with quiet intensity.
This is no harmony, no serene moment of balance; it is a collision—a struggle between light and shadow, permanence and decay. The peaks are not guardians or monuments; they are the earth’s raw truth laid bare, fractured, unyielding, yet strangely vulnerable beneath the weight of the sky’s indifferent gaze. The light does not caress them—it strikes, refracts, vanishes, leaving no promise of return.
In this tableau, the boundaries of self dissolve. To behold it is to teeter on the edge of comprehension, caught between the transient and the eternal. The mountains seem less a part of the earth and more a rupture in it, a place where the world has torn itself open to reveal something both terrifying and profound: a reminder that existence is neither fixed nor fleeting but an ongoing act of becoming, always at the mercy of forces beyond understanding.
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Find out more beautiful landscapes of Norway and Lofoten's untouched wilderness in my photos, stories and films on the website www.coronaviking.com
In a world 100 years after man, everything once created by people is becoming biomass. When left alone, nature will extract almost any sign of human existence. Resting in rural silence somewhere in Italy, we found proof of that. There is an artifact of industrial archeology dating back to the 19th century. But it was abandoned long ago. It has been isolated for an indefinite period. Today, surrounded by dense undergrowth it is blending in perfectly. What is this place? And what is its story? Join us while we are exploring an unseen world - the world after man! This is our exploration video: youtu.be/E9ReyaSq9F0
On July 1, 1921, Sarasota County came into existence. Interest in breaking away from Manatee County had led to a series of public meetings the previous summer. Lack of good roads, inadequate representation in Tallahassee, and subjection to isolation by other sections of the county were among the grievances cited by the citizens.
For nearly five years, the new county government operated out of the Hover Arcade, a building at the foot of Sarasota's Main Street that also housed Sarasota City Hall. County officials used a temporary building on Oak Street for another year before moving into the courthouse.
By late 1924, the Board of County Commissioners began steps to construct a county courthouse. Charles and Edith Ringling conveyed land for the building. In March 1925, the Commissioners hired nationally renowned architect Dwight James Baum to be the supervising architect for the courthouse and in June they approved the preliminary drawings. In September they awarded the construction contract to Stevenson & Cameron, Inc., of New York. By February 1927 county officials completed their move into the new building.
The Spanish/Mediterranean Revival architectural style of the courthouse was very popular in Florida during the 1920s. The H-shaped structure consisted of two two-story rectangular buildings that were connected to a central tower by an arcade. Stucco covered the hollow clay tile and masonry construction. Barrel tiles for the roof came from Spain. Samuel Yellin, a nationally known wrought iron artist, created many of the decorative grills and railings. Polychromed glazed terra cotta tile and cast stone adorned the entranceways, windows, and tower. A green-tiled reflecting pool, since drained and landscaped, was on the Main Street side of the building.
The judicial portion of the building, on the east, contained a courtroom, a jail, and accommodations for the jailer and the sheriff. Separate jail cells, restrooms, and witness rooms were labeled for "colored" and "white." The west section of the building included space for the county commissioners, tax collector and clerk, farm and kitchen demonstration, public health, and public instruction.
Two additions to the courthouse in 1955 and 1965 covered the original courthouse façade along Ringling Boulevard.
Credit for the data above is given to the following websites:
www.emporis.com/buildings/127483/sarasota-county-courthou...
www.sarasotahistoryalive.com/history/markers/sarasota-cou...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarasota_County_Courthouse
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The greatest irony of human existence is our inability to recognize our happiness in a moment until it becomes a photograph. I won't speak for others, but for me, photography evokes nostalgia. Sometimes, when I look at a photo, I feel a profound sadness, knowing that the moment captured will never happen again. It resembles the museum scene in *The Catcher in the Rye*. I always try to be mindful of time and how fleeting it is…
湘南鵠沼の夕景、シルエット写真を今のようなスタイルで初めて撮ったのが2008年くらい。
いろいろあって撮る事が嫌になったりとか精神的に参ったりで撮れない期間もあったけど、今もこうやって撮り続けていられることが本当に嬉しく思う。
去年も自分の中で何かが変わった年だったけど、今年も更に何かが変わった年だと感じる。
まだまだ全然足りないので、もっともっと良いものを撮れるよう頑張りたいです。
California red-legged frog (Rana draytonii)
As of 2014 it became California's official state frog.
This frogs existence is threatened by many impacts all of which are caused by man's impacts since the time of the Gold Miners in the 1800's. The gold miners and other settlers hunted and captured an unsustainable amount of these frogs for food and even though they introduced non-native bullfrogs for the purpose of establishing populations of bigger frogs to hunt, many apparently preferred the taste of the red-legged frogs. Since that time man's widespread destruction of natural waterways through channelization, irrigation and commercial and residential development has highly impacted this species. Other impacts such as non-native prey species introduction in the form of bull-frogs, mosquito fish and non-native game fish present predator impacts which this species is not able to handle. On top of that, disease such as Chytrid fungus and water quality issues further threaten this species.
However, the most impactful issue facing these frogs and many of California's unique organisms is the rapid development or alteration of natural habitats. A species might withstand predators and disease and adapt to different types of prey but the one thing they can't withstand is not having a suitable place to live and breed.
This specific frog was found on the San Francisco peninsula at the same wetland where the previously posted San Francisco Gartersnake was found. This frog was extremely patient and allowed me to get close enough to even use my 90mm macro at frame filling distances. These frogs are a major part of the Endangered San Francisco Garter snakes diet but are also preyed upon by fish, bullfrogs and other species of garter snake like the Coastal Garter Snake (Thamnophis elegans terrestris).
i genuinely apologize for my lack of existence recently. i have decided to attend savannah college of art and design in the fall. i am completely satisfied with this decision, i am looking forward to what i can create, the people who will inspire me, and the outrageous experiences georgia will provide. if you or someone who know is attending savannah college of art and design, please message me! i'd love to get in contact with my future classmates!
i want to thank all of you for your help and advice when i was making my college decision. many of you know my heart was set on new york, but new york can wait for me. i have an entire lifetime to experience as much as i can, and georgia will only make this extremely crucial point of my life more interesting.
this photo is my way of representing the butterflies that have consumed my life recently, realizing that i'm venturing into the world alone in a few months. this is terrifying, absolutely terrifying. the butterflies in my stomach only confirm the fact that i'm making the right decision, i'm taking risks, i'm doing something that is unfamiliar. the times that i remember having butterflies have been some of the best experiences of my life, so, here it goes.
while yolo has recently become the motto of many youth, my motto has transformed throughout the last four years of high school into something that encompasses my mission as a human being;
create beautiful things
In the remote expanse of Patagonia, where the earth rises to meet the sky, stands the majestic Gorra Blanca, a sentinel of nature’s grandeur. This towering peak, cloaked in the ethereal embrace of rime mushrooms—those delicate, frost-kissed formations that adorn its rocky visage—serves as a testament to the harsh yet beautiful climate that defines this region. Here, the weather is a capricious force, often unleashing fierce winds and sudden storms that sweep across the landscape, transforming the serene into the sublime in mere moments.
Cerro Gorra Blanca, part of the Southern Patagonian Ice Field, is surrounded by notable giants of the Andes, including the formidable Cerro Fitz Roy and the imposing Cerro Torre. These peaks, with their jagged silhouettes, create a dramatic backdrop against which the Ice Field surrounding Gorra Blanca can be observed. The glaciers, ever-shifting and alive, reveal a fragile beauty, their blue ice glistening under the fleeting sun, a reminder of the relentless passage of time.
The exploration history of this region is rich with tales of intrepid adventurers who sought to conquer its heights and unravel its mysteries. Ice field expeditions have drawn climbers and scientists alike, eager to study the glaciers and the unique ecosystems they support. Each expedition is a journey into the heart of nature, where the spirit of adventure intertwines with the quest for knowledge.
As one wanders through this pristine wilderness, the air thick with the scent of ancient stone and ice, a profound connection to the earth emerges. In the presence of Gorra Blanca, one cannot help but feel the weight of existence, a reminder of our humble place within the vast, unyielding tapestry of the natural world.
Find out more beautiful landscapes of untouched wilderness in my photos, stories and films on the website www.coronaviking.com
Recently, I heard a couple of people close to me ask why I was so dark? And if I was ok because my work reflected a sad-er existence, as opposed to my naturally brighter personality. This got me wondering about why exactly I do choose to create darker works, and if that reflects a part of myself.
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I have always found photography is my sweet escape from only seeing the world in bright, happy colours. I feel the freedom to play with darker concepts, some of which are a deeper part of me, some being expressions of a fictional ideology. 💜
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So if I were to be asked why I create such dark imagery again, I would feel more confident in answering, I would say:
1) Because there is beauty in darkness, truly.
2) Everybody has a sense of sadness that forms itself as a darkness, we can all feel connected in that.
3) Life isn't always bright, and it's important to openly talk about our sadness.
4) Because I can explore concepts that mean something to me (and hopefully others!)
5) I have a voice, one that is responsible for helping people. I hope my art can heal in some way.
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How is darkness a part of your life? Is it something you embrace, nestle comfortably inside or choose to ignore? However you choose to see your darkness, know that you're not alone in that, and your choices are yours to make.
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'if you could see my darkness.' Self Portrait, July 2020.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monument_Valley
Monument Valley (Navajo: Tsé Biiʼ Ndzisgaii, pronounced [tsʰépìːʔ ǹtsɪ̀skɑ̀ìː], meaning "valley of the rocks") is a region of the Colorado Plateau characterized by a cluster of sandstone buttes, with the largest reaching 1,000 ft (300 m) above the valley floor. The most famous butte formations are located in northeastern Arizona along the Utah–Arizona state line. The valley is considered sacred by the Navajo Nation, the Native American people within whose reservation it lies.
Monument Valley has been featured in many forms of media since the 1930s. Famed director John Ford used the location for a number of his Westerns. Film critic Keith Phipps wrote that "its five square miles [13 km2] have defined what decades of moviegoers think of when they imagine the American West".
Sourc: navajonationparks.org/navajo-tribal-parks/monument-valley/
History
Before human existence, the Park was once a lowland basin. For hundreds of millions of years, materials that eroded from the early Rock Mountains deposited layer upon layer of sediment which cemented a slow and gentle uplift, generated by ceaseless pressure from below the surface, elevating these horizontal strata quite uniformly one to three miles above sea level. What was once a basin became a plateau.
Natural forces of wind and water that eroded the land spent the last 50 million years cutting into and peeling away at the surface of the plateau. The simple wearing down of altering layers of soft and hard rock slowly revealed the natural wonders of Monument Valley today.
From the visitor center, you see the world-famous panorama of the Mitten Buttes and Merrick Butte. You can also purchase guided tours from Navajo tour operators, who take you down into the valley in Jeeps for a narrated cruise through these mythical formations. Places such as Ear of the Wind and other landmarks can only be accessed via guided tours. During the summer months, the visitor center also features Haskenneini Restaurant, which specializes in both native Navajo and American cuisines, and a film/snack/souvenir shop. There are year-round restroom facilities. One mile before the center, numerous Navajo vendors sell arts, crafts, native food, and souvenirs at roadside stands.
Additional Foreign Language Tags:
(United States) "الولايات المتحدة" "Vereinigte Staaten" "アメリカ" "米国" "美国" "미국" "Estados Unidos" "États-Unis" "ארצות הברית" "संयुक्त राज्य" "США"
(Arizona) "أريزونا" "亚利桑那州" "אריזונה" "एरिजोना" "アリゾナ州" "애리조나" "Аризона"
(Utah) "يوتا" "犹他州" "יוטה" "यूटा" "ユタ州" "유타" "Юта"
(Monument Valley) "وادي النصب التذكاري" "纪念碑谷" "Vallée des monuments" "מוניומנט ואלי" "स्मारक घाटी" "モニュメントバレー" "모뉴먼트 밸리" "Долина Монументов" "Valle de los Monumentos"
Le premier témoignage écrit de l’existence d’Esch-sur-Sûre se retrouve dans le « Liber aureus Epternacensis ». Dans ce livre de l’abbaye d’Echternach, il est noté qu’un certain Nebelungus a fait don de ses propriétés avec serfs de « Hesc » à ladite abbaye. Cet acte remonte à l’an 3 du règne de Charlemagne, c.-à-d. entre le 9 octobre 773 et le 9 octobre 774.
Le 3 juin 927, un certain Meginaud a acquis, par échange avec l’abbaye de Stavelot, le site d’Esch-sur-Sûre. Il a érigé une tour d’habitation carrée de 8 x 8 mètres et les bâtiments d’exploitation agricole. À la fin du 11e siècle, les frères Henri 1er et Godefroi 1er ont participé à la préparation de la première croisade. De ce fait, ils n’ont pas su réaliser des travaux au château. Les deux derniers seigneurs de la lignée des comtes d’Esch ont considérablement agrandi leur territoire et leur château. En ces temps, la seigneurie d’Esch-sur-Sûre comptait 19 villages et hameaux et s’étendait jusqu’à Diekirch.
Les premières constructions du château ont donc été réalisées pendant la période romane, tandis que son développement a eu lieu à l’époque gothique.
Avec l’apparition de la poudre au 15e siècle, il a fallu adapter les constructions défensives. Ainsi, tout le village fut entouré d’un mur d’enceinte de 450 m de long et de 1,5 m de large avec deux tours défensives. La tour de guet ronde a également été fortifiée.
La décadence du château fort débuta vers le milieu du 16e siècle pour se terminer au 19e siècle. Après la prise de la forteresse de Luxembourg (1685), les troupes de Louis XIV s’employaient à démanteler les places fortes du pays.
À Esch-sur-Sûre, on n’a pas détruit le mur d’enceinte, parce que des maisons y étaient adossées et certaines le sont toujours (à voir en montant la ruelle à gauche de la mairie).
Vers le milieu du 19e siècle, le château passa entre les mains de bourgeois qui y habitaient. Lorsque Victor Hugo visita le bourg au bord de la Sûre en été 1871, le château abritait toujours plusieurs familles. La chapelle du château fut restaurée en 1906.
De nos jours, il ne reste que des ruines consolidées pour témoigner du fier passé de la seigneurie d’Esch-sur-Sûre.
The first written evidence of the existence of Esch-sur-Sûre can be found in the “Liber aureus Epternacensis”. In this book of the Abbey of Echternach, it is noted that a certain Nebelungus donated his properties with serfs of “Hesc” to the said abbey. This act dates back to the year 3 of the reign of Charlemagne, i.e. between October 9, 773 and October 9, 774. On June 3, 927, a certain Meginaud acquired, by exchange with the Abbey of Stavelot, the site of Esch-sur-Sûre. He built a square residential tower of 8 x 8 meters and the farm buildings. At the end of the 11th century, the brothers Henry I and Godfrey I participated in the preparation of the first crusade. As a result, they were unable to carry out work on the castle. The last two lords of the line of the Counts of Esch considerably expanded their territory and their castle. At that time, the lordship of Esch-sur-Sûre included 19 villages and hamlets and extended as far as Diekirch.
The first constructions of the castle were therefore carried out during the Romanesque period, while its development took place in the Gothic period.
With the advent of gunpowder in the 15th century, it was necessary to adapt the defensive constructions. Thus, the entire village was surrounded by a 450 m long and 1.5 m wide perimeter wall with two defensive towers. The round watchtower was also fortified.
The decline of the fortified castle began around the middle of the 16th century and ended in the 19th century. After the capture of the fortress of Luxembourg (1685), Louis XIV's troops set about dismantling the country's strongholds.
In Esch-sur-Sûre, the surrounding wall was not destroyed because houses were built against it and some still are (you can see it by going up the alley to the left of the town hall).
Towards the middle of the 19th century, the castle passed into the hands of bourgeois who lived there. When Victor Hugo visited the town on the banks of the Sûre in the summer of 1871, the castle was still home to several families. The castle chapel was restored in 1906.
Today, only consolidated ruins remain to bear witness to the proud past of the lordship of Esch-sur-Sûre.
inbetween existence. inbetween thoughts, feelings, and li(v)es.
please zoom.
or if everything new on flickr is suddenly refusing to cooperate for you also,
Battlefield 1 - Downsampled from ~15 MP, hotsampling! using SRWE; HattiWatti's Cinematic Tools, Lightroom
Day 265. 19/03/2011
Life will have its share of storm and waves, but you have to stay put and be patient.
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We went to the beachside to celebrate a friend's birthday. The weather wasn't too great for photos-quite foggy and overcast, but was quite serene for the inner sense.
The existence of a fortification, in the form of a tower, is recorded here as early as 1069, but the present donjon dates from the 13th century, and this is the oldest extant part of the buildings.(fragment wikipedia).
Churches abound on the beach road that runs from Manakudy to Periyakadu near that southern most land mark of India called Kanyayakumari.
This one is called St. George Church and it is a small one painted a bright yellow with lagoon blue stripes to break the color. It is situated bang on the landmass on the sea and it can be called pretty on a day of immense blue skies and cobalt blue waters of the Indian Ocean.
The dome is interesting as it aims at copying the more famous and orthodox domes that are in existence elsewhere.
A man was starting his scooter while I shot this and whether his name is S Prabhu or not is something I could not figure out as he came out of a green house which had markings of that name etched in a style similar to what one finds in Jaisalmer area of Rajasthan. Yes it is about Marriage announcement,
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The Bicester Military Railway came into existence to move war materials in and out of the three huge depots at Graven Hill, Arncott and Piddington. It soon became apparent, however, that the most effective way of moving the garrison troops required to work these facilities was on the railway itself. Basic passenger facilities were provided, and this is the platform at the vast Arncott Depot. Situated on a short 1 in 90 gradient and on a sharp curve, restarting a loaded train would have been a challenge, especially with the pressing need not to obstruct the adjacent level crossing. The platform is still in fair condition and the ballast on the formation remains in situ.
這是這趟孟買出差，最讓我坐立難安的一刻。
車窗外，喧囂的孟買街頭，那對母女就蹲在街角。她們指尖傳遞的那點錢，究竟是生存的籌碼，還是尊嚴的碎屑？我不得而知。但那一幕，就像一道無形的裂痕，狠狠劃開了我對世界的認知。
我們或許身處不同的世界，過著截然不同的生活，但在這方寸之間，那種為了生存而展現出的強韌，竟顯得如此刺眼、如此赤裸。看著這張照片，我感到一陣窒息——這不是獵奇，也不是憐憫，而是一種面對真實生活時，不得不承認的震撼與沈重。
這座城市，用最無情的方式，教會了我關於「生存」的一堂震撼教育。
This was the moment that unsettled me most during my business trip to Mumbai.
Beyond the glass, amidst the chaos of the city, sat a mother and daughter. The few coins passing between their fingers—were they a symbol of survival, or the remnants of dignity? I don’t know. But that scene struck me like a jolt, shattering my perception of the world.
We may live in different realities, yet in that small, dusty corner, the sheer resilience required to exist felt piercing and raw. Looking at this photo, I feel a sense of breathlessness—not from pity, but from the brutal weight of reality.
Mumbai has a way of delivering a harsh, humbling lesson on what it truly means to survive.
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