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Human Nature is a series I took at the Bavarian Flickr Meet Up this summer. It pictures everyone who has been there with some pieces of nature on their face, combining the beauty of nature and human.
Thank you everyone for modeling and allowing me to glue flowers and leaves on your faces <3
8 mai 2015, Paris.
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As the spring evening unfolds, Granton Harbour takes centre stage in a tableau of quiet elegance. The East Breakwater stretches purposefully into the Firth of Forth, its angular silhouette a bold contrast against the soft amber glow of the horizon. The lighthouse, a steadfast sentinel at the water’s edge, casts a commanding shadow, while two figures walk along the harbour wall, their presence adding a human connection to the vast, reflective expanse.
Above, the scene is framed by a rich tapestry of modern and historic architecture: the Queensferry Crossing towers in the distance, its cables delicately tracing the fading light, while the iconic Forth Rail Bridge offers a timeless silhouette against the dusky sky. Cramond Island’s treeline weaves natural beauty into this layered narrative, its dark forms melding seamlessly with the tranquil atmosphere.
The sky, painted in burnt orange and golden yellows, reflects in the calm waters below, where the subtle ripple of the Firth echoes the serenity of the moment. Shadows play across the scene, their depth and texture grounding the image in an earthy reality that contrasts the ethereal quality of the light.
The palette—warm, rich, and immersive—evokes a sense of peace and introspection, drawing viewers into a moment that feels both eternal and fleeting. This is more than a harbour at sunset; it is a place where the past meets the present, where structure meets nature, and where the quiet beauty of the evening invites you to linger and reflect.
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This scene is a poetic maritime landscape, blending minimalist architecture with timeless natural beauty. The warm palette of burnt orange, golden yellows, and deep shadows evokes a tranquil and introspective mood. It resonates with photographers seeking atmospheric compositions, nature enthusiasts drawn to coastal serenity, and romantics captivated by harmonious contrasts of light and shadow.
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Black and White in colour!
The original idea I had was 'the curves', Yin Yang, all I needed was my black dress (=photographer's dress code?) and a white bg.
It was about perception and reality, the philosophical side of it, the way we can be 'tricked' and perceive something, but there is only ONE reality and here it is.
I took the shots and looked from which one the best 'crop' would come.
When I saw the results I realised there was more there, so took some more...
Yin, the darker element, is passive, dark, feminine, downward-seeking, and corresponds to the night; yang, the brighter element, is active, light, masculine, upward-seeking and corresponds to the day.
Have a sunny day, thanx, M, (*_*)
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In a society where reigns the gain, the selfishness, the market and where there are no real values, if the individual is swept by what society imposes on him, ends up losing gradually his personality.
Nowadays, most people appear almost "homologated", and do not seem to possess more their thoughts, their passions or their aspirations.
This makes them people weakened by higher forces such as mass media, commercializzazioni, labels and models to follow often immoral.
This makes us empty and unaware of what is happening, we seem made with the "mold" and absorbed by a market society in which only affects the gain rather than to lead by example and promote the true "being" of a person.
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I was recently on a trip to China and while heading out for dinner saw this man on the sidewalk begging. He was bent over his crippled legs, head bowed, hands clasped. His obvious deformity relegated him to crawling about using flip flops on his hands. The locals paid NO attention whatsoever. He was nothing more than an impediment that they all walked around without regard. I looked at him as I walked by but didn't stop. Later, as I sat and enjoyed my $45 pasta dinner I could not get this fella out of my mind. What was his story? He seemed cast aside, forgotten about. Looked at by his peers as nothing but an animal. It bothered me, but I also wanted to capture him on my camera and perhaps help him out. I walked out of the restaurant and he was in the same position. I stood from above and raised my camera and he turned to look at me. It was then that I realized shooting this candid from what I thought was a stealthy position wasn't right. I was treating him just like his fellow countrymen, like he had no self worth. I put my camera down and walked up to him. I pulled out $30 USD and offered it to him. Then he gestured to me to take his picture. At that moment he rose up, as tall as he could get, as if to show me he was dignified regardless of his lot in life. I shot the picture but I think I captured more of his story. It's one of my favorite photos and when I am back that way, I will look for my nameless friend.
Since B&H was closed, Alvina met me at the MOMA and we did that instead.
Unlike the Whitney, they did allow photos, just not in the Dada exhibition. The plan was to meet Sachin for a Mets-Astros game, but rain would intervene. We had just finished the Dada stuff when we decided to bail on the game and stay at the MOMA.
I'm glad we did, as you'll see...
Atlas of Human Anatomy
Translated by:
Ronald A. Bergman, PhD
Professor Emeritus
Department of Anatomy and Cell Biology
Adel K. Afifi, MD, MS
Professor
Departments of Pediatrics, Anatomy and Cell Biology, and Neurology
This atlas is translated from the original atlas entitled "Handbuch der Anatomie des Menschen" which was published in 1841 in Leipzig, Germany. The author of this atlas was Professor Dr. Carl Ernest Bock, who lived from 1809-1874.
Human Spaces propone ser un lugar de reflexión sobre la relación entre los entornos que ocupamos los humanos, como nos relacionamos con ellos, qué influencia tienen sobre nosotros, y nosotros sobre ellos...
Espacios para el encuentro, espacios abiertos y cerrados, espacios cambiantes a lo largo del tiempo, espacios que nos hacen sentir importantes, grandes... y otros que sin embargo nos convierten en seres insignificantes... Otros que nos invitan a huir, a escapar de nuestras vidas o de nosotros mismos. Espacios para vidas vacías, ficticias y simples, de felicidad pasajera y etérea. Entornos enigmáticos y misteriosos, fríos y lúgubres. Lugares de cartón piedra en los que de forma paradójica (nos) imponemos la subsistencia. Modos de evasión personal mediante ilusiones artificiales, en contraposición a caminos de misticismo y fuga espiritual. Espacios para el anhelo y el olvido, para la esperanza y el perdón. Momentos de soledad para encontrarse a uno mismo y sentirse confortablemente acompañado. Espacios ausentes... llenos de oscuridad.
Lentamente, muy lentamente, los espacios se amplían o se reducen. Se expanden a su libre antojo o envuelven y adoptan la forma de sus ocupantes. Y hay sitio para luz y penumbras, para palabras dichas y silencios prolongados, para detenerse a mirar o echar a correr... pero no hay tiempos ni leyes para medir su oscilación...
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I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!
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- AND now, I said, let me show in a figure how far our nature is enlightened or unenlightened: Behold! human beings living in an underground den, which has a mouth open toward the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.
- I see.
- And do you see, I said, men passing along the wall carrying all sorts of vessels, and statues and figures of animals made of wood and stone and various materials, which appear over the wall? Some of them are talking, others silent.
- You have shown me a strange image, and they are strange prisoners.
- Like ourselves, I replied; and they see only their own shadows, or the shadows of one another, which the fire throws on the opposite wall of the cave?
- True, he said; how could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?
- And of the objects which are being carried in like manner they would only see the shadows?
- Yes, he said.
- And if they were able to converse with one another, would they not suppose that they were naming what was actually before them?
- Very true.
- And suppose further that the prison had an echo which came from the other side, would they not be sure to fancy when one of the passersby spoke that the voice which they heard came from the passing shadow?
- No question, he replied.
- To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.
- That is certain.
- And now look again, and see what will naturally follow if the prisoners are released and disabused of their error. At first, when any of them is liberated and compelled suddenly to stand up and turn his neck round and walk and look toward the light, he will suffer sharp pains; the glare will distress him, and he will be unable to see the realities of which in his former state he had seen the shadows; and then conceive someone saying to him, that what he saw before was an illusion, but that now, when he is approaching nearer to being and his eye is turned toward more real existence, he has a clearer vision -- what will be his reply? And you may further imagine that his instructor is pointing to the objects as they pass and requiring him to name them -- will he not be perplexed? Will he not fancy that the shadows which he formerly saw are truer than the objects which are now shown to him?
- Far truer.
- And if he is compelled to look straight at the light, will he not have a pain in his eyes which will make him turn away to take refuge in the objects of vision which he can see, and which he will conceive to be in reality clearer than the things which are now being shown to him?
- True, he said.
- And suppose once more, that he is reluctantly dragged up a steep and rugged ascent, and held fast until he is forced into the presence of the sun himself, is he not likely to be pained and irritated? When he approaches the light his eyes will be dazzled, and he will not be able to see anything at all of what are now called realities.
- Not all in a moment, he said.
- He will require to grow accustomed to the sight of the upper world. And first he will see the shadows best, next the reflections of men and other objects in the water, and then the objects themselves; then he will gaze upon the light of the moon and the stars and the spangled heaven; and he will see the sky and the stars by night better than the sun or the light of the sun by day?
- Certainly.
- Last of all he will be able to see the sun, and not mere reflections of him in the water, but he will see him in his own proper place, and not in another; and he will contemplate him as he is.
- Certainly.
- He will then proceed to argue that this is he who gives the season and the years, and is the guardian of all that is in the visible world, and in a certain way the cause of all things which he and his fellows have been accustomed to behold?
- Clearly, he said, he would first see the sun and then reason about him.
- And when he remembered his old habitation, and the wisdom of the den and his fellow prisoners, do you not suppose that he would felicitate himself on the change, and pity him?
- Certainly, he would.
- And if they were in the habit of conferring honors among themselves on those who were quickest to observe the passing shadows and to remark which of them went before, and which followed after, and which were together; and who were therefore best able to draw conclusions as to the future, do you think that he would care for such honors and glories, or envy the possessors of them? Would he not say with Homer,
"Better to be the poor servant of a poor master," and to endure anything, rather than think as they do and live after their manner?
- Yes, he said, I think that he would rather suffer anything than entertain these false notions and live in this miserable manner.
- Imagine once more, I said, such a one coming suddenly out of the sun to be replaced in his old situation; would he not be certain to have his eyes full of darkness?
- To be sure, he said.
- And if there were a contest, and he had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak, and before his eyes had become steady (and the time which would be needed to acquire this new habit of sight might be very considerable), would he not be ridiculous? Men would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes; and that it was better not even to think of ascending; and if anyone tried to loose another and lead him up to the light, let them only catch the offender, and they would put him to death.
- No question, he said.
- This entire allegory, I said, you may now append, dear Glaucon, to the previous argument; the prisonhouse is the world of sight, the light of the fire is the sun, and you will not misapprehend me if you interpret the journey upward to be the ascent of the soul into the intellectual world according to my poor belief, which, at your desire, I have expressed -- whether rightly or wrongly, God knows. But, whether true or false, my opinion is that in the world of knowledge the idea of good appears last of all, and is seen only with an effort; and, when seen, is also inferred to be the universal author of all things beautiful and right, parent of light and of the lord of light in this visible world, and the immediate source of reason and truth in the intellectual; and that this is the power upon which he who would act rationally either in public or private life must have his eye fixed.
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– Y a continuación –seguí–, compara con la siguiente escena el estado en que, con respecto a la educación o a la falta de ella, se halla nuestra naturaleza. Imagina una especie vivienda subterránea provista de una larga entrada, abierta a la luz, que se extiende a lo ancho de toda la caverna, y unos hombres que están en ella desde niños, atados por las piernas y el cuello, de modo que tengan que estarse quietos y mirar únicamente hacia adelante, pues las ligaduras les impiden volver la cabeza; detrás de ellos, a la luz de un fuego que arde algo lejos y en plano superior, y entre el fuego y los encadenados, un camino situado en alto, a lo largo del cual suponte que ha
sido construido un tabique parecido a las mamparas que se alzan entre los titiriteros y el público, por encima de las cuales exhiben aquéllos sus maravillas.
– Ya lo veo –dijo.
– Pues bien, imagínate ahora, a lo largo de esa pared, unos hombres que transportan toda clase de objetos, cuya
altura sobrepasa la de la pared, y estatuas de hombres o animales hechas de piedra y de madera y de toda clase de
materias; entre estos portadores habrá, como es natural, unos que vayan hablando y otros que estén callados.
– ¡Qué extraña escena describes –dijo– y que extraños prisioneros!
– Iguales que nosotros –dije–, porque en primer lugar, ¿crees que los que están así han visto otra cosa de sí
mismos o de sus compañeros sino las sombras proyectadas por el fuego sobre la parte de la caverna que está frente a ellos?
– ¿Cómo –dijo–, si durante toda su vida han sido obligados a mantener inmóviles las cabezas?
– ¿Y de los objetos transportados? ¿No habrán visto lo mismo?
– ¿Qué otra cosa van a ver?
– ¿Y si pudieran hablar los unos con los otros, ¿no piensas que creerían estar refiriéndose a aquellas sombras que veían pasar ante ellos?
– Forzosamente.
– ¿Y si la prisión tuviese un eco que viniera de la parte de enfrente? ¿ Piensas que, cada vez que hablara alguno de
los que pasaban, creerían ellos que lo que hablaba era otra cosa sino la sombra que veían pasar?
– No, ¡ por Zeus! –dijo.
– Entonces no hay duda –dije yo– de que los tales no tendrán por real ninguna otra cosa más que las sombras delos objetos fabricados.
– Es enteramente forzoso –dijo.
– Examina, pues –dije–, qué pasaría si fueran liberados de sus cadenas y curados de su ignorancia, y si, conforme a la naturaleza, les ocurriera lo siguiente. Cuando uno de ellos fuera desatado y obligado a levantarse súbitamente
y a volver el cuello y a andar y a mirar a la luz, y cuando, al hacer todo esto, sintiera dolor y, por quedarse deslumbrado, no fuera capaz de ver aquellos objetos cuyas sombras veía antes, ¿qué crees que contestaría si le
dijera alguien que antes no veía más que sombras inanes y que es ahora cuando, hallándose más cerca de la realidad y vuelto de cara a objetos más reales, goza de na visión más verdadera, y si fuera mostrándole los objetos que pasan y obligándole a contestar a sus preguntas acerca de qué es cada uno de ellos? ¿No crees que estaría perplejo y que lo que antes había contemplado le parecería más verdadero que lo que entonces se le mostraba?
– Mucho más –dijo.
– Y si se le obligara a fijar su vista en la misma, ¿no crees que le dolerían los ojos y que escaparía, volviéndose
hacia aquellos objetos que puede contemplar, y que consideraría que éstos son real- mente más claros que los que le muestra.
– Así es –dijo.
– Y si se lo llevaran de allí a la fuerza –dije–, obligándole a recorrer la áspera y escarpada subida, y no le dejaran
antes de haberle arrastrado hasta la luz del sol, ¿no crees que sufriría y llevaría a mal el ser arrastrado, y que, una
vez llegado a la luz, tendría los ojos tan llenos de ella que no sería capaz de ver ni una sola de las cosas a las que
ahora llamamos verdaderas?
– No, no sería capaz –dijo–, al menos por el momento.
– Necesitaría acostumbrarse, creo yo, para poder llegar a ver las cosas de arriba. lo que vería más fácilmente
serían, ante todo, las sombras; luego, las imágenes de hombres y de otros objetos reflejados en las aguas, y más
tarde, los objetos mismos. Y después de esto le sería más fácil el contemplar de noche las cosas del cielo y el cielo mismo, fijando su vista en la luz de las estrellas y la luna, que el ver de día el sol y lo que le es propio.
– ¿Cómo no?
– Y por último, creo yo, sería el sol, pero no sus imágenes reflejadas en las aguas ni en otro lugar ajeno a él, sino
el propio sol en su propio dominio y tal cual es en sí mismo, lo que él estaría en condiciones de mirar y contemplar.
– Necesariamente –dijo.
– Y después de esto, colegiría ya con respecto al sol que es él quien produce las estaciones y los años y gobierna
todo lo de la región visible, y que es, en cierto modo, el autor de todas aquellas cosas que ellos veían.
– Es evidente –dijo– que después de aquello vendría a pensar en esto otro.
– Y que cuando se acordara de su anterior habitación y de la ciencia de allí y de sus antiguos compañeros de cárcel, ¿no crees que se consideraría feliz por haber cambiado y que les compadecería a ellos?
– Efectivamente.
– Y si hubiese habido entre ellos algunos honores o alabanzas o recompensas que concedieran los unos a aquellos otros que, por discernir con mayor penetración las sombras que pasaban y acordarse mejor de cuáles de entre ellas eran las que solían pasar delante o detrás o junto con otras, fuesen más capaces que nadie de profetizar, basados en ello, lo que iba a suceder, ¿crees que sentiría aquél nostalgia de estas cosas o que envidiaría a quienes gozaran de honores y poderes entre aquéllos, o bien que le ocurriría lo de Homero, es decir, que preferiría decididamente «trabajar la tierra al servicio de otro hombre sin patrimonio» o sufrir cualquier otro destino antes que vivir en aquel mundo de lo opinable?
– Eso es lo que creo yo –dijo–: que preferiría cualquier otro destino antes que aquella vida.
– Ahora fíjate en esto –dije–: si, vuelto el tal allá abajo, ocupase de nuevo el mismo asiento, ¿no crees que se le
llenarían los ojos de tinieblas, como a quien deja súbitamente la luz del sol?
– Ciertamente –dijo.
– Y si tuviese que competir de nuevo con los que habían permanecido constantemente encadenados, opinando
acerca de las sombras aquellas que, por no habérsele asentado todavía los ojos, ve con dificultad –y no sería muy
corto el tiempo que necesitara para acostumbrarse–, ¿no daría que reír y no se diría de él que, por haber subido
arriba, ha vuelto con los ojos estropeados, y que no vale la pena ni aun de intentar una semejante ascensión? ¿Y
no matarían, si encontraban manera de echarle mano y matarle, a quien intentara desatarles y hacerles subir?
– Claro que sí –dijo.
– Pues bien –dije–, esta imagen hay que aplicarla toda ella, ¡oh amigo Glaucón!, a lo que se ha dicho antes; hay
que comparar la región revelada por medio de la vista con la vivienda-prisión, y la luz del fuego que hay en ella,
con el poder del sol. En cuanto a la subida al mundo de arriba y a la contemplación de las cosas de éste, si las
comparas con la ascensión del alma hasta la región inteligible no errarás con respecto a mi vislumbre, que es lo
que tu deseas conocer, y que sólo la divinidad sabe si por acaso está en lo cierto. En fin, he aquí lo que a mí me
parece: en el mundo inteligible lo último que se percibe, y con trabajo, es la idea del bien, pero, una vez percibido, hay que colegir que ella es la causa de todo lo recto y lo bello que hay en todas las cosas; que, mientras en el mundo visible ha engendrado la luz y al soberano de ésta, en el inteligible es ella la soberana y productora de verdad y conocimiento, y que tiene por fuerza que verla quien quiera proceder sabiamente en su vida privada o pública.
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Right hemisphere frontal lobe image of the human brain focused on the pre-frontal cortex. This region of the brain processes numerous executive functions involving attention and memory.
Phineas Gage, the famous patient who sustained damage to his left prefrontal area in 1848 when a tamping rod was blown through his eye socket and out the top of his head (!!), suffered drastic personality changes that provided some of the first insights into the role of this area in cognition.
The bulging areas of the brain are the cortical gyri, which are composed of a folded layer of neurons, while the furrows are the sulci.
A street and portrait series in Palermo (Italy).
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Dubai mall fountain sculpture.
There is an interesting story to this photograph. I was walking around the Emaar mall in Dubai, looking for some interesting shots, when I came across this sculpture inside the mall. This four story waterfall has many human divers depicted as in flight jumpers.
As I setup my tripod and started to take some shots, all of sudden I was surrounded by three security guards from the mall. They told me I cannot take photographs using a tripod. I quickly closed up my equipment and left the mall, as you never know what could have happened. It was a very uncomfortable felling.
Walking towards the Harvard Yard MBTA station, I saw Michael's sign and enjoyed it enough to give him my spare change. I then asked him if I could make a portrait and he said he would be agreeable for a fee of one hundred dollars. He said this with a toothy smile and I assumed he was joking until he told me he was serious. I gave him my name with a handshake and asked him his name. I told him I hoped he had a good day and made to leave but he told me that I was nice and had given him some change already so I could make a quick portrait.
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