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I tried really hard to "see" a form in the log but to no avail, it's just a shapeless piece of wood! But the sunset was nice, good enough for a BBQ (if you look very closely in the top left by the sun) :)
Listening to the Silence"
Bit of camera shake, getting old !
Oddly enough I don't think it detracts too much from the image, hope you think the same :-)
There is a brief period of twilight of which I am especially fond, little more than a moment, when I see what seems to be color without light, followed by another brief period of light without color. The earlier period, like a dawn of night, calls up such sights as at all other times are hidden, wistful half-formless presences neither of day nor night, that draw up with them similar presences in the mind.
― Robert Grudin
[Larger provides a bit more form...]
"Empty your mind, be formless.
Shapeless, like water.
If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup.
You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle.
You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot.
Now, water can flow or it can crash.
Be water my friend."
Quote - Bruce Lee
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
Bruce Lee
For Smile on Saturday - Let it flow!
Amsterdam - Kalfjeslaan
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To watch the Northern lights in the sky is really like watching a green formless dance.
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The legend of Hong Kong kung_fu films.
@ the renovated Avenue of Stars, Victoria Harbour waterfront, Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong.
"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless, like water. Put water into a cup. Becomes the cup. Put water into a teapot. Becomes the teapot. Water can flow or creep or drip or crash. Be water my friend." ― Bruce Lee
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Mash Potatoes. There's a reference here, and the answer is closer than you think. It's not the same mountain of course. Not nearly as famous for certain, but the way the mountain formed reminded me so much of it I had to shoot it. I had been there for sunrise, but I wasn't as thrilled with those shots, the sky was perfectly cloudless, formless, no mood, no emotion. Flat bright light, I could of made it work, but I have learned to stop forcing things into a narrative I don't enjoy. So I hiked to one of the overlooks and shot it higher. This is Pilot Mountain North of Greensboro.
ISO: 160
Aperture: f8
SS: 1/60
Focal: 23mm
No Filters, Just some hiking and a few shots
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.
“A Child’s Nightmare” by Robert Graves
Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
That same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as he lapped my blood,
In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, “Cat! … Cat! … Cat!…”
For the Mysterious Nights contest at Kreative People.
For the Vivid Frights contest at Vivid Art.
Photo and texture my own
“Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless - like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle, you put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.”
~ Bruce Lee
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'Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.' Genesis 1:2.
I managed to get almost everything wrong with this roll of film. I am not used to metering for snow, so almost everything was either over- or under- exposed, and had to be dragged from a formless deep grey. That's without mentioning the poor focus and camera shake. Yet, here, in this one frame, I like the result, the soft pastel shade. And so, not my finest hour of photography, but not wholly lost.
Snow on the grand bridge of Blenheim Park, Oxon, April 2021. Voigtländer Bessa-I, Vaskar 105/4.5. Rollei RPX 100.
My fantasy took me to the forest
And in its bottom bristling with broom.
I found a giant pine whose branches
They eclipsed the light of noon.
The old cleft trunk of him seemed
Formless reptile of rough scales,
And its cup volcano of green flames
That over land and air extended.
Under her sweet shadow reclining
In the joys I thought of existence,
And in the happiness that goes by his side:
I remembered the sentence of the years,
I tied a well-greased cord to the pine,
And I didn't strangle myself... Out of indolence!
by Manuel del Palacio
The Wylde, Club of Friends (86, 166, 23) - Moderado
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Have you realised the beauty of the effect of the wind blowing over the water and its consequences?
It causes the water to adopt a slightly wavy texture for a short period of time. The water adopts it but does not really change. It simply modifies its appearance for limited amount of time. And then quickly goes back to its original state. Seamlessly, quickly, uniformly, painlessly.
That is not very different to the way the voice works, the sound of music or even the matter at its innermost level. They are waves traveling through the space and time. Now you hear the music, a moment later is not there anymore...
Be shapeless, formless, like the water or the wind. Flow, change but never forget your original shape. Who you are.
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pour your sacred fire into my darkness
And light up this house of life
For without your hearth to warm it
It is cold sleeping like the still dark frozen earth under the winter's snow
I wait for your radiant love to burst open
Every bud and blossom
That has not even contemplated life
You are the first ray of spring
You are the sun of inspiration
In my house and garden of being
Come my love
My surrender is that I love you man with a burning passion
My greatest fulfilment comes from my eternal lover
And he is nameless, faceless, formless and when you disappear
Into his goldenness I am at your feet in sweet sweet surrender
Come my love, golden and new
The sun of inspiration is burning inside of you
There is an almost ethereal presence of light in this Infra Red shot. Shooting into the sun produces some great results.
In darkness we cannot see, but when light fills the void real illumination takes place. Shadows are only possible where there is light to cast them. Darkness is emptiness and void. Light is fullness and revelatory.
These statements are not just "phenomenological" (concentrating on the study of our consciousness of things and the objects of direct experience - in this case light), they are also "metaphysical" (fundamental to the nature of reality). It was the early Greek philosophers who taught us to think in such ways.
But it is also significant that many stories of creation, especially in the Book of Genesis, make similar statements about beginnings:
"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness." (Genesis 1:1-4).
"Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend."
Quote ― Bruce Lee
Ice-abstract.
“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.”
-Bruce Lee
... know yourself as consisting of consciousness, ...
if only you (...) remain resting in consciousness, seeing yourself as distinct from the body, then even now you will become happy, peaceful and free from bonds.
You do not belong to the Brahmin or any other cast, you are not at any stage, nor are you anything the eye can see.
You are unattached and formless, the witness of everything. So be happy!
from the Ashtavakra Gita.
also a very excellent text:
to be continued.
Sly face with the maliciously winking eyes of a street light at night, guarding your home which offers cosy comfort in exchange for limitless and formless liberty. Gleaming with the evil and self-assured certainty that there is in fact little room for any choice.
Caught the sunrise at Detroit Point this morning. We had below zero temperatures a couple of days ago and now its in the forties with rain. Both the roads and lake could be ice skating rinks :) I need to put some sheet metal screws in my boot soles. I was baby stepping it out there for the shot.
“Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless—like water.” ~ Bruce Lee
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I used to be a professor of (Christian) theology. However, when it comes to all things divine and spiritual, I have become poor again. I do not know, have, and perhaps will, anything. As Meister Eckhart around 1300 used to say, such things are formless and I have become what I was, before I was born. And in this condition, all sacred images, visual or textual, do no longer help. Fuji X-E3, window light.
“Hisamatsu: natural, rational and Zen spontaneity. ‘This is true self,’ he says, ‘going beneath spontaneity.’ Hisamatsualso says, “There is a big difference between the ultimate self and the self discussed in psychology. When one reaches ultimate self, spontaneity is changed into ultimate spontaneity. Zen spontaneity comes from ultimate self…formless self which is never occupied with any form.” And he adds, “In western music, great silence is not found.”
In our monasteries, we have been content to find our way to a kind of peace, a simple undisturbed thoughtful life. And this is certainly good, but is it good enough?
I, for one, realize that now I need more. Not simply to be quiet, somewhat productive, to pray, to read, to cultivate leisure (holy leisure). There is a need of effort, deepening, change, transformation. Not that I must undertake a special project of self-transformation or that I must “work on myself.” In that regard, it would be better to forget it. Just to go for walks, live in peace, let change come quietly and invisibly on the inside.
But I do have a past to break with, an accumulation of inertia, waste, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk, a great need of clarification of mindfulness, or rather of no mind—a return to genuine practice, right effort, need to push on to the great doubt. Need for the Spirit.
Hang on to the clear light!”
- Thomas Merton, May 21, 1968 from The Other Side of the Mountain, Volume Seven p. 113
“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water my friend.”
― Bruce Lee
"a formless primeval substance regarded as the original material of the universe. The sea is one of the best known symbols for the prima materia, as the mother of all life." Body by Prima; Hair, Argrace Hareuka II; Swim suit, Last Call, St. Tropez. Windlight, Amime 9 pm.
the corridor was not built, but grown, a ribcage of a long-dead leviathan. each arch was a perfect, repeating echo of the one before it, a hypnotic path leading to a wall of pure, undifferentiated light. she walked towards it, a simple silhouette, her purpose unreadable. she was a single, dark data point moving through a vast, silent architecture. a traveler at the final gate, about to step from the known geometry of the passage into the brilliant, formless unknown.
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"Much of human life is hidden.
Sculpture, in stillness, can transmit what may not be seen.
My work is to make bodies into vessels
that both contain and occupy space.
Space exists outside the door and inside the head.
My work is to make human space in space.
Each work is a place between form and formlessness,
a time between origin and becoming.
A house is the form of vulnerability,
darkness is revealed by light.
My work is to make a place, free from knowledge,
free from history, free from nationality to be experienced freely.
In art there is no progress, only art.
Art is always for the future."
(Artist statement of Antony Gormley, British sculptor born in 1950; in "Antony Gormley: Five Works, Serpentine Gallery, London"
**Sculpture by ©Antony Gormley at the Art Gallery of Western Australia, in Perth.**
By Eckhart Tolle
There are two dimensions to who you are. The first is what I sometimes call the “surface I”—the person with a past and a future. This is your historical identity, which is relatively fragile because the past and future only exist as thought forms or concepts in the mind. Most people on the planet are completely identified with the “surface I.”
The second dimension to who you are is what I like to call the “Deep I.” The most vital realization in your lifetime is to see that in addition to being a historical person or a “surface I,” you are more fundamentally the “Deep I.” This realization frees you from looking only to the “surface I” for your ultimate sense of identity—where it can never be found...
...So, how do you realize it? You realize it in the gap between two thoughts, the space in which the historical person of the “surface I” momentarily subsides and disappears. What’s left of you is nothing that you could talk about or even understand conceptually. All you know is there is an underlying sense of presence, of being-ness, that is at once still, alert, and vitally alive. This is what it means to become aware of awareness. The practice is to invite moments of presence into your daily life so that you don’t spend your entire day dragged along by the stream of thought in the mind.
It’s important to recognize that the “surface I” and the “Deep I” are ultimately not separate. The “surface I” is a manifestation of consciousness in the same way that the ripple on the surface of the ocean is a manifestation of the ocean. It’s only when the ripple is unaware that it is the ocean that a sense of separateness arises—which of course is an illusion.
This realization of yourself as the “Deep I” is so freeing, so liberating, because you’re being liberated from the burden of knowing yourself only as the “surface I” and its so-called “drama.” When you realize yourself as the “Deep I,” it enables you to have a compassionate attitude toward everything that makes up the “surface I”—your physical form, your personal identity (or the historical person), the thoughts and emotions you experience, and so on. It also gives you access to true creativity and true intelligence—both of which are rooted in the formless dimension.
Image of Bridge to Nowhere, Belhaven Bay, Scotland.
My muse was hiding in the woodland. I heard her laughter skittering away in the air, rising formless and chill, leading me to this place.
Reference: Robert Smithson the famed land artist famous for 'Spiral Jetty' was also a photographer who photographed drab backwater sites, slurbs, urban sprawl in an examination of the entropy occurring there. His style was seeking formlessness.
indian classical dance is sustained by a profound philosophy. Form seeks to merge with the formless,motions seek to become a part of the motionless, and the dancing individual seeks to become one with the eternal dance of the cosmos. By Nita Ambani
God spoke and the formless earth was sculpted
His poetry producing populations, making constellations
With his conversations gazing at his own creation
Proclaiming it was good and there we stood
Fashioned from the dust
With authority He orchestrated organisms and every single cell in every ecosystem
Every creature that dwells
The planets, the plants
The whole expanse, the sky above your head
And the ground where you stand
The clouds and the rain, the soil that soaks it up
And feeds tiny seeds so they sprout and vegetation proceeds
Infinite wisdom intrinsic within him, self-sufficient
Intricate systems begin and end with His decisions Lofty
Out of reach, how he procreated with speech
So it's appropriate for us to be completely in awe
I don't why, still I try
To wrap my mind around You
Your thoughts are higher, Your ways are better
And I'm in awe
So bring me up to where You are
Bring me up to where You are
It's evident in creation that God is the primary cause
The origin of all scientific laws
Everything else is secondary
The very breath that comes from lungs is caused by the fact that God is involved
One must begin with the mind that was given to him to even believe he's evolved
I'm in awe when I think about quantum mechanics and the rotation of planets
And the exact calculation of the universe is permanently impossible to manage
How photosynthesis takes place to perfectly convert the vividness of light into chemical energy
For the purpose of maintaining and giving life
Intelligent design doesn't even begin to define his creative craftsmanship
Any attempt to align the mind of mankind to divine is insufficient and inadequate
It's too lofty and far beyond us that God would not remain anonymous
Correspond with us and out of all of God's creation would become fond of us
I don't why, still I try
To wrap my mind around You
Your thoughts are higher, Your ways are better
And I'm in awe
So bring me up to where You are
Bring me up to where You are
But worth, value, and beauty is not determined by some innate quality
But by the length for which the owner would go to possess them
And broken and ugly things just like us are stamped "Excellent"
With ink tapped in wells of divine veins
A system of redemption that could only be described as perfect
A seal of approval, fatal debt removal
Promised, prominent, perfect priest
Brilliant designed system, redemption for our kinsmen
Can only be described as perfect with excellent execution
And I'm in awe, the only one truly excellent
The only source of excellence
We are declared excellent only by his decree with his system
The only accurate response is awe
So we make lofty art
See the presence of good art will unconsciously refine a community
And poor art will do it incalculable harm
Only accomplished in the light of his excellency
It's too high, it's lofty
I don't why, still I try
To bring something of worth
My words are fleeting
They're flawed, depleting
And you're leaving me in awe
Bring me up to where You are, God
Credit: Beautiful Eulogy, Propaganda, and Joel Davis
Song: Lofty
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I deleted my last upload, wasn't happy with it really, so thanks to those who commented on that. Another from the archive then from my trip to the Welsh coast.
I really need some better weather on a weekend. I don't mind stormy skies (great for landscapes) it's just continuous dull, overcast (formless cloud) and wet does grate after four weeks when all you wanna do is go out and shoot. Sorry, I'm moaning about the weather again.
Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I get up;
You understand my thought from far away.
You scrutinize my path and my lying down,
And are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, Lord, You know it all.
You have encircled me behind and in front,
And placed Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is too high, I cannot comprehend it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
If I take up the wings of the dawn,
If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will take hold of me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me,
And the light around me will be night,”
Even darkness is not dark to You,
And the night is as bright as the day.
Darkness and light are alike to You.
For You created my innermost parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.
I will give thanks to You, because I am awesomely and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from You
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully formed in the depths of the earth;
Your eyes have seen my formless substance;
And in Your book were written
All the days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.
How precious also are Your thoughts for me, God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sand.
When I awake, I am still with You.
If only You would put the wicked to death, God;
Leave me, you men of bloodshed.
For they speak against You wickedly,
And Your enemies take Your name in vain.
Do I not hate those who hate You, Lord?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
I hate them with the utmost hatred;
They have become my enemies.
Search me, God, and know my heart;
Put me to the test and know my anxious thoughts;
And see if there is any hurtful way in me,
And lead me in the everlasting way.