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Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming through, yo, what's the hold up?
I'm in that new new, me and New New when I roll up
I tell the valet, "Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up"
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
empty form I am
state of being
Illusion of reality
We are nothing but mere form before our next transition.
In Buddhism, it is believed that our body is only a temporary form before we transition into another form. It is merely a physical manifestation of our consciousness, not the essence of who we truly are.
One way to understand this concept is through the idea of "non-self." For example, a flower is composed of non-flower elements—water, sunlight, soil, weather, the gardener, the florist, and more. Without these elements, the flower would not exist. Similarly, a person is made up of countless elements outside of the self, including parents, ancestors (both human and non-human), water, sunlight, food, education, and life experiences. The body is in a constant state of change, and our thoughts and emotions are always in flux.
To depict this abstract concept, I have used a physical monk's robe draped over a pair of eyes—without a body—to symbolize the impermanence and non-self nature of existence of our form.
Chapelle en forme de croix latine, avec un seul transept, contenue dans l'enclos monastique. La nef et la façade principale remontent au XVIe siècle, avec ogives et sculptures. Le transept est séparé de la nef par une colonne qui possédait un chapiteau sculpté rappelant le style de l'architecture lombarde, détruit. Au Moyen-Age, s'y rassemblaient les pèlerins désirant rejoindre Rocamadour ou Compostelle à pied.. La chapelle Sainte-Anne avait de plus cette particularité d’être associée à un hospice, attesté dès le début du XVe siècle qui accueillait malades et pèlerins, notamment ceux du Tro Breiz qui venaient de franchir au bas de la rue de l’Église, le carrefour des Sept Saints. Une ouverture pratiquée dans le mur ouest permettait aux malades d’entendre et de participer aux messes célébrées dans la chapelle.
Threat of a storm above with leaden summer skies. Underneath these grasses and assorted plants just hold their own and regardless of what comes from the sky soon I am sure they will still be here tomorrow, fragile as they seem!
Mountains are formed by the upward thrust of tectonic plates, and that is why the highest mountains in the world are all relatively new. If there was no movement of the earth's crust the surface would be flat, as water and weather eroded it over time.
Old mountains like Ben Lomond are constantly breaking down. A great deal of this occurred at the end of the last Ice Age as the glacier on top of the mountain melted away and dragged rocks over the side with it.
Here we see a pyramidal pile of rocks - all formed naturally as they rolled down the mountainside and came to rest in this spot. I have used sepia here to convey something of age.
Artwork by Dutch artist Bob Bonies (b. 1937). Was an exhibition in Kunstmuseum The Hague. The monochrome planes of colour in his paintings are nothing other than what they appear to be: colour and form.
More of Bob Bonies at:
Three miniature pom pom Dahlias, in a beautiful white form. At the State Dahlia Show at the Mount Waverley Community Centre.
Trillium chloropetalum at Darts Hill Garden. I got lucky with the morning backlight that helped to emphasized the beautiful leaf patterns.
Was working on a little free form several months back of some sappers digging the mine tunnels at Messines Ridge, scrapped it and completely forgot about it but I found a pic of the WIP so here ya go.
Petit-duc maculé | Eastern Screech Owl | Megascops asio
Deux jours après avoir aperçu son mâle au trou no 2, j'ai retrouvé la dame Petit-duc de forme grise (celle à la moustache carré) au trou no 1, ce même trou où elle a été vue à plusieurs reprises l'année dernière, ce même trou où elle a été si joliment captée en janvier avec son mâle! J'espérais bien pour le jour de la Saint-Valentin les retrouver ensemble, lors de cette courte visite par -20°C ... Et bien non, madame était seule...
Autre point de vue...
Sur cette photo il s'agit toujours du même oiseau dans la même cavité, seule ma position a changé. En m'approchant au pied de l'arbre afin de faire une prise en contre-plongée, j'obtiens ainsi un point de vue complètement différent... Observation intéressante, on peut apercevoir ici l'effet d'un petit coup de vent qui aura tout «échevelé» son aigrette droite!