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Ask me what in love in this life. Answer is you … The best in the world.
Looking at my life time Love …. Love is still sweet and endless.
All because of you …… My existence is because of you !!
New set of wings with a more sinister feel than my past ones. Crimson red feathers, rhinestone eyed skull accent. Available currently for half the price of my classic wings (through Halloween). Only at the *BOOM* Main store on Existence.
Unveiling the truth about the existence of other universes is very difficult, there are just some theories. We have some knowledge about our universe, which have a lot of galaxies and black holes. Big bang, gravitation and atoms are played a big roll for the existence of our universe as we know now. After big bang, atoms started to exist. An atom is a product of big bang.
There are theories that we might have more big bangs. At the birth of a universe, it could happen that some things go wrong or differently ( might be effected by other big bangs), and a universe could not exist as expected like a universe might have two coordinates, x-y coordinates (without z coordinate). It could be a very thin universe. The thickness could be in the size of atoms or crystals if an atom based universe was created.
L'existence est un éternel ballet d'allées et venues.
En somme, exister, c'est transgresser les frontières, fussent-elles aussi anecdotiques que celle d'une porte.
Et encore, certaines portes sont loin d'être anecdotiques.
Et très heureuse année 2024 !
The picture is a story of fishing on the seashore. The fishermen keep getting the net and after a long time drag the net to the shore. It is a very difficult task which can be understood through the eyes of the fishermen. After working so hard, their joy knows no bounds when they get a lot of fish. Their struggle for existence continued for years. I tried to capture their hard work on my camera.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka, 2011
Normal people with extraordinary lifestyles
Along with smile and the gloomy, here life has its own rhyme, has its own colour.
Time passed by, humanity changed along with its history...
But these people remained here tolerating the hardest truth of existences
..........its their story of extraordinary existences.
Sakharibazar, Old Dhaka. A very interesting place for all of us to visit. Culture and customs of old Dhaka are the tribute to the ancient history of Bangladesh. Peoples still living in 100 years old building from generations after generations. With the reflection of their religious beauty Old Dhaka attracts peoples from here and abroad.
Shakhari Bazaar is one of the oldest mohallas (a traditional neighbourhood) in Puran Dhaka (Old Dhaka), located near the intersection of Islampur Road and Nawabpur Road;the two main arteries of the old city and only a block away from the Buriganga River. Shakhari Bazaar stretches along a narrow lane, lined with thin slices of richly decorated brick buildings, built during the late Mughal or Colonial period. Despite rampant modifications, accretion, extension over time, even redevelopment, many still bear the testimony of a rich tradition.
Shakhari Bazaar is the manifestation of the irrational policies, lack of adequate development control rules and distorted legal framework, all of which have left their indelible mark on this precious little mohalla that shares a long history of more than 400 years with Dhaka city itself.The history of Shakhari Bazaar goes back to the pre-Mughal days if not earlier. The first mention of Puran Dhaka can be found in the writings of Mirza Nathan, the general turned historian, who traveled with Subahdar Islam Khan. He mentioned Puran Dhaka, as the area between Dholai Khal and Buriganga river covering Shakhari Bazaar, Tanti Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Lakhsmi Bazaar, Bangla Bazaar, Kamar Nagar, Sutar Nagar, Goala Nagar, etc. Each mohalla belonged to separate communities depending on their craft and trade. The influences of the Mughal vocabulary in the planning of the spaces are literally evident in the use of Persian names to identify different spaces..
The Chemin du Roy is a historic road along the north shore of the St. Lawrence River in Quebec. The road begins in Repentigny and extends almost 280 kilometres (170 mi) eastward towards Quebec City. In 1706, the Conseil supérieur of New France decreed that a road be built to connect the settlements along the north shore of the St. Lawrence River. Work began in 1731 and was completed in 1737. Upon completion, the Chemin du Roy was 7.4 metres (24 ft) wide, over 280 kilometres (170 mi) long, and crossed 37 seignories. The Chemin du Roy was the longest road in existence at the time north of Mexico.
My next three shots, including the above seen one, are devoted to the combination of HDR processing along with Orton Effect. An atmospheric effect that suits more (in my opinion) still subjects !!! An effect that transforms the image from a plain, good no doubt frame, into a "blurred" yet absolutely "concrete" photographic message !!! Into an absolutely refined "dreamy" concept !!! Keep your eyes still on the tree for example and you will "feel" more than its plain figure !!! You will feel its very three dimensional existence !!!
I definitely encourage you to try it my friends !!!! See my personal attempts on this "stunning" photo processing alternative "point of view" !!! www.flickr.com/photos/emil9497photography__art/sets/72157... ..... Some more will follow !!!
EXIF: NIKON D90 with Nikon Nikkor 18-55 lens, Manual mode, f 13, ISO 200, focal length 30 mm, manual exposure selection, auto-focusing mode, cloudy weather white balance adjustments, pattern metering mode, shutter speed 1/200 s, HDR processing was made after a single frame, Orton Effect applied after HDR processing, exact lighting conditions are successfully conveyed to the viewer, no tripod, no flash, original RAW image dimensions 4288 X 2848 pixels ....
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The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.
~ Albert Einstein ~
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When we think of beauty in nature, we immediately think of things that dazzle the senses, a mountain, the expanse of the sea, the beauty of a flower. It is merely the perception of these things which gives us pleasure, and this emotional or effective response on our part seems to be crucial to our experience of beauty.
The beauty of nature can have a profound effect upon our senses, those gateways from the outer world to inside us. Whether it results in disbelief in its very existence or feelings such as awe, wonder, or amazement.
But what is it about nature and the entities that make it up that cause us, oftentimes unwillingly, to feel or declare that they are beautiful?
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What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning, the embryo, and it is the point of departure which, generally speaking, decides the whole future of an existence. One single black speck may be the beginning of a gangrene, of a storm, of a revolution. Henri Frederic Ariel
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from the smallest sketch to the most inspiring thought,
the moon is still just dust and gravity, though romanticizing existence, with the soft science of a stolen kiss.
Le QG 501 négocie la courbe appelée "Breslay", à l'est de la gare du Parc, alors qu'il est en route vers le triage Saint-Luc du CPKC avec un bon train. À droite, l’ancien portique, où étaient présents des signaux de type « searchlight » jusqu’à la démolition du triage d’Outremont, témoigne de l’existence d’une troisième voie évidemment retirée au début du siècle.
QG train 501 negotiates the curve called "Breslay", east of EXO Parc station, while enroute to the CPKC Saint-Luc yard with a good train. On the right, the old signal bridge structure, where “searchlight” signals were present until the demolition of the Outremont yard, testifies to the existence of a third track obviously removed at the beginning of the century.
A black and white photo of Prospect Harbor on the Schoodic Peninsula in Maine. This small village has been a busy fishing harbor since the mid-1800's. It was a cool, damp morning here and the monotone image really helps to capture the mood.
Photographed with a Holga 120N plastic toy camera using Ilford HP5 Plus 400 black and white film. The film was developed and scanned by @dsmfilmlab in Des Moines, Iowa.
A Middlebie Church has been in existence at, or near, the site of the present Middlebie Church (rebuilt 1929), since 1609, when the parish churches of Pennersaughs, Carruthers and Middlebie were amalgamated. There is no trace of an earlier church. Parish church by J M Bowie, 1929. Blocky late Gothic cruciform kirk, built of snecked local rubble. In the graveyard, a fair number of 18th century stones carved with heraldry and reminders of death.
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是什麼 讓我遇見這樣的你
是什麼 讓我不再懷疑自己
是什麼 讓我不再害怕失去
在這茫茫人海裡
我不要變得透明
How was it that I met someone like you?
What was it that I no longer doubt myself?
What was it that I no longer fear loss?
In this vast sea of people,
I do not want to become invisible
www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVmZpcrQBU4
我是宇宙間的塵埃
微不足道的一種狀態
偶然成了誰的最愛
多想相信永恆存在
I'm a speck of dust in the universe:
Negligible, insignificant
By chance I became someone's beloved,
And I want to believe in the existence of the eternal
我是宇宙間的塵埃
漂泊在這茫茫人海
若你是我必然的存在
多想從此不再離開
I'm but a speck of dust in the universe,
Floating amidst a sea of people
If you were to be my inevitable existence,
Then I'd never leave
若時間注定要讓你離開
我又該怎麼學會不依賴
If time decides to let you go,
How should I learn not to be dependent of you....
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"Nous sommes des visages. Nous sommes des sourires. Nous sommes des lèvres qui murmurent ou qui embrassent. Nous sommes des bouches qui articulent des mots, qui prononcent des paroles, qui crient ou qui chantent et qui parfois, crachent sur l'infamie. Nous ne sommes ni des masques ni des bâillons, car nous avançons dans la vie à visage découvert, car nous recherchons le souffle de l'autre, car nous tenons à notre dignité autant qu'à notre existence."
Texte de Michel Poulard libraire à Villefranche de Rouergue.
"We are faces. We are smiles. We are lips that whisper or kiss. We are mouths that articulate words, speak words, shout or sing and sometimes spit on infamy. We are neither masks nor gags, for we go forward in life with our faces uncovered, for we seek the breath of the other, for we value our dignity as much as our existence".
Photomontage! parti d'une photo de Adam Sabljaković, trouvée sur le site pexels, et le visage d'Ayette que je remercie ici!
Photomontage! From a photo of Adam Sabljaković, found on the website pexels, and the face of Ayette, whom I thank here!
The existence of 3rd class travel was an eye opener to me when i visited Sri Lanka recently. To be honest there wasn't much difference between 3rd and 2nd nor 1st on some trains.
These old carriages were built in Romania in the 1940s and are very basic. The ride is incredible and you feel that the carriage could bounce off the track at any time. You get used to the noise of metal on metal as the suspension struggles to separate the carriage from the bogies.
Sri Lanka is a colourful country. This lady looks for her seat on this service heading north which is listed as an Office Train. The time was 1545ish and the location Colombo Fort station. Normally you would expect the train to be full to bursting with 4 or 5 passengers hanging out of each door.
The church of Mântuleasa in Bucharest was built by a family of a wealthy merchant named Manta, put into use in 1734. During its many years of existence it has undergone many renovations, but it has the same look as it was originally. It is one of the oldest religious sites in Bucharest and is on "List of historical monuments in Romania."
Manta and his wife Stanca laid the foundations for the Mântuleasa church, but shortly thereafter Manta died. The construction was continued by the widow Stance, his sister and two sons. The church is considered Holy and Divine as shown in the inscription placed above the entrance door.
The interior contains precious paintings of rare iconographic features preserved to present day.
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Kościół Mântuleasa w Bukareszcie był zbudowany przez rodzinę zamożnego kupca o imieniu Manta, oddany do użytku w 1734 roku. W czasie wielu lat swego istnienia przeszedł wiele renowacji, ale ma ten sam wygląd co pierwotnie. Jest jednym z najstarszych miejsc kultu religijnego w Bukareszcie i znajduje się na „Liście zabytków historycznych w Rumunii”.
Fundamenty pod kościół Mântuleasa położyli Manta i jego żona Stanca, ale krótko po tym Manta zmarł. Budowa była kontynuowana przez wdowę Stancę, jego siostrę i dwóch synów. Kościół jest uważany za Święty i Boski co uwidoczniono w inskrypcji umieszczonej nad drzwiami wejściowymi.
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