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All existence is devoid of essence or self. For those mannequins this becomes so evident.
Another image taken with Jupiter-11
Oud-Beijerland, South Holland, the Netherlands.
Interestingly Beijerland, as it was initially called (named after Sabina of Bavaria, which is Beijeren in Dutch), was formed in 1559 and only became Oud-Beijerland in 1582 when Nieuw-Beijerland came into existence. It's a pretty town and municipality on the Hoeksche Waard island south of Rotterdam.
Inks Lake State Park sits on the northeastern edge of the Llano Uplift, a 1,290-square-mile island of Precambrian igneous and metamorphic rock surrounded by younger Paleozoic and Cretaceous sedimentary rock. It makes for some hard scrabble existence for critters and plants. PA311741
The Anomaly hides in the vastness of deep space
The vastness of deep space hides the Anomaly. It is akin to "finding a needle in an impossibly vast, cosmic haystack" due to its elusive nature and location. The Anomaly, an enigma of immense proportions, is concealed within the unfathomable depths of deep space. Its elusive nature and precise location render it comparable to "finding a needle in an impossibly vast, cosmic haystack." This metaphorical comparison highlights the extreme difficulty, if not the near impossibility, of pinpointing its whereabouts amidst the vast expanse of the cosmos. Pirates, military personnel, and explorers have long grappled with the challenge of deciphering and penetrating this profound mystery, which continues to defy conventional understanding and observation. The very existence of the Anomaly challenges current astrophysical models, suggesting the presence of phenomena or structures that lie far beyond our current comprehension. Its hidden state implies either an intrinsic property of its being, a defence mechanism, or perhaps a natural consequence of its unique composition and interactions with the fabric of spacetime. The desire to enter the Anomaly remains a driving force for interstellar exploration, which promises revelations that could fundamentally alter humanity's perception of the universe.
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By Ian Burn
I love the view this gave into perhaps another world?
At the Art Gallery of NSW central Sydney.
On my last work trip I managed to steal an afternoon to walk around the Botanical Gardens and the Art Gallery of NSW. I didn't spend as nearly as long there as I would have wanted to. It was pretty awesome but the sun was shining and I was keen for enjoying the Aussie summer sun although it was pretty hot.
Ha, I've just put this on the map and it says it's in Woolloomooloo! I love the word Woolloomooloo! Maybe because it has moo in it and I love cows!
"A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely
sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze!"
- Allen Ginsberg
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This photo was taken at the salt flat "salar de uyuni" in bolivia during an attempt to cross the flats by feet. As heavy thunderstorms approached we seeked shelter in a hut of a local worker.
Mehro - "like you're god" 🎵
"- 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 ?
Not unlike this object, losing our purpose in life will lead us to a certain path where even the slightest shadow of our existence will fade away like tears in the ocean.
The black-bellied tern (Sterna acuticauda) is classified as being endangered by the International Union for Conservation of Nature. The rationale behind this is that the riverine habitats in which it breeds are under threat in much of southeastern Asia and, although it has an extensive range, it is believed to be extinct in southern China, Nepal, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia and Vietnam. Only in Pakistan, India and Bangladesh are there larger populations, and even in these countries, this bird is thought to be seriously declining, and there may be fewer than one thousand mature individuals in existence.The threats it faces include the degradation of the islands and sandspits on which it breeds, the collection of eggs for food, predation of eggs and chicks by dogs, cats and crows, flooding of nesting sites by the construction of river dams, competition for fish by local fishermen, entanglement in nets, disturbance, extraction of water, sand and gravel dredging and pollution
“I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.” ― Philip Larkin, Letters to Monica
This image will be reproduced in the Guardian's Guide to Photography (print version) on Saturday 17th November. This will be the first time an image of mine has been used in print so I'm pretty pleased to say the least.
Centuries ago many people believed that the Earth was at the centre of the Universe and was surrounded by crystal spheres. In the modern age science fiction writers and some scientists would have us believe in a "Parallel Universe" where there is an alternative existence. I have tried to recreate this in a photographic image. If one had an optical device that could look at Earth from a light year away, we would see ourselves in the past.
Depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. ~Buddha
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Photo: Existence
Nelonie Crelencia aka lancelonie
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...I mentioned before that we are having temperamental September... So here is an impression from one very rainy-misty day. The sunset was so mysteriously impressive - all filled with peachy pink light caught in the constantly moving mist... A pure magic!
Tried to be gently with texture processing to keep this mysterious feel to it...
More of the misty side of September is coming soon - Stay tuned! / Bientot a l'ecran! :-)
The series Toronto's Mixed Forest
You are most welcome to look through the set or you may like to see it as a slide show.
UPDATE: This work was featured at "The World Through My Eyes" blog on Sept 29, 2011 at TWTME Admin's Choice Showcase!!
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This gravestone to me represents man's fleeting existence in this world and natures ultimate dominance over humanity.
Le hangar de matériel de Leroy Merlin dans la zone industrielle de St Egreve: les hauts et bas d'une vie de travail et de production...
Life on balcony´s wall in the early evening light.
Eigenleben auf einer Balkonmauer im Lichte des frühen Abends.
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Panasonic Lumix G5/ Zoom lens 100-300mm
ISO 400, 234mm (MfT), f/5,2 1/400sec.
A worthy subject to test some new camera gear on. Darla is a shelter cat. Adorable and chaotic. Loves to play. The older cats are not thrilled by her existence. She has an upper respiratory issue that makes her sound like a truffle pig from time to time.
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My existence was like a dead leaf ..
But, my soul was like the Phoenix ..
« Le but de l'existence humaine est d'atteindre le ciel sur la terre. » de James Redfield
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“I existed long before you knew me, I’ve always been someone.” Those words have haunted me since they floated through my brain at the age of 15, as an argument against those who thought they knew me enough to judge me. To this day I still know with an absolute sense, what those words meant to me. This piece is about those words, those syllables, about their meaning, about breaking them down to create something stronger, something beyond the scope of others. I burnt my words because it was time for a change; it was time to burn the shackles and rise again, to rise above, the judgments of other people. I’ve spent far too long thinking that I needed the validation of smaller insignificant people to truly exist, but that part of me is over. I burnt my words because they are a show of weakness; they are a cry for acceptance, and I see now that they are pointless. I am not the type of girl who will every be accepted, I’m too strong for that. I have risen from the ashes of myself; my words, and in time will find new syllables to describe the anthem of my heart and the creeds within my head."
Head full of questions, how can you measure up?
To deserve affection, to ever be enough
For this existence
When did it get so hard?
Your heart is beating, alive and breathing
And there's a reason why
You are essential, not accidental
And you should realize
You are beloved
I wanted you to know
You are beloved
Let it soak into your soul
Oh, forget the lies you heard
Rise above the hurt
And listen to these words
You are beloved
I want you to know
You are beloved
You are beloved
Sometimes a heart can feel like a heavy weight
It pulls you under and you just fall away
Is anybody gonna hear you call?
But there's a purpose
Under the surface
And you don't have to drown
Let me remind you
That love will find you
Let it lift you out
Don't be afraid
Don't let hope fade
Keep your eyes fixed on the light above
In the heartbreak, in your mistakes
Nothing can separate you from love
Don't be afraid
Don't let hope fade
Keep you eyes fixed on the light above
In the heartbreak, in your mistakes
Nothing can separate you from love
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Union Pacific #3985 - Cheyenne, Wyoming - May 27th, 1984.
"Union Pacific 3985, or UP 3985, is a four-cylinder simple articulated 4-6-6-4 Challenger-type steam locomotive owned and operated by Union Pacific Railroad in the Western United States. It was built in 1943 by the American Locomotive Company of Schenectady, New York. The locomotive is one of only two of the original 105 Union Pacific Challengers in existence, along with UP 3977, which is on static display in North Platte, Nebraska. Until it was placed in storage in Cheyenne, Wyoming, in 2010, UP 3985 was the largest and heaviest operational preserved steam locomotive in the world." - Wikipedia