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Class 70 locomotive No. 70803 passes through Worle station in North Somerset with 6C36, the 06:17 Moorswater Tarmac Colas to Aberthaw Tarmac Colas Rail working on Thursday 28th May 2020.
This was not long after the first easing of lockdown restrictions, and I'd made a trip to Weston-super-Mare's B&Q to get some materials for a DIY project. That process (visiting B&Q) was an experience in itself, but whilst there I checked RTT and noticed the opportunity to photograph the train pictured. My original plan had been to get it at Hewish crossing, but as I monitored progress I saw that the working had gained time and so I had to think again. I reckoned I could just about make it to Worle instead.
My navigation of the inscrutable roads of Weston's suburbia was by instinct rather than knowledge, with the minutes ticking away. Worle station can be approached by road from either side - north or south - and to be honest both sides look pretty similar. I entered the empty car park with more speed than was sensible (almost handbrake turn territory), got out and rushed onto the platform. Trying to get my bearings I saw that the "70" was already approaching, but not from the direction I was expecting. I barely had time to raise the camera, frame a shot and press the button. But, as it happens, I think the result is acceptable.
electro-crucified into truth-detectorship she sits and faces her fate speechlessly crying out all there is to give away with the callous indifference of the surroundings conveying our shameful blame.
//These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.//
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Zones II. – at closer range
Hasselblad camera with Polaroid film back, our home-made radio remote trigger, synchronized flashes and stands: this is the technical equipment that was used us to take a self-portrait series in my intimate environment, so that I as a photographer can exclude the presence of a fellow photographer, thereby avoiding the anxiety such a situation should normally cause. It’s a pair work. My partner calls, talks to me, asks questions, argues, gives orders and at odd times, without actually seeing them, shoots pictures of my personal Zones without actually seeing them. Meanwhile my real self increasingly blends with the artist and this „surreal role”. The objects, colours, the whole setting of my life is virtually converted into a stage by the special lighting.
At one point the artistic concept starts a life of its own and transforms thoughts and feelings. Can it be kept within strict bounds? Is it allowed for the artist to stray or even „cheat”? Can anyone discern the new intentions and breakpoints while the technique is unchanged? No matter how vague the outlines, these zones finally make sense as a whole, if only for us.
Kriszti Mag, Richard Wohlfart
Join my mate Vanelli for a Workshop in North Carolina
I met a heck of a nice guy when I was in Florida named Vanelli. I was introduced to him by RC Concepcion, who is normally a good judge of character -- I remember him saying, "Trey, you gotta meet this guy named Vanelli!"
So, I did, and he made a good impression on me. He happens to be quite the Photoshop guru, and he absolutely loves photography. He's a great communicator, and I'm sure he'll put together a unique workshop. I think he's only inviting about 10 people or so... and if you want to find out more, go to the "Vacation with Vanelli" website.
Daily Photo - Salaryman waiting for the Bullet Train
I've always loved the Japanese word "salaryman". It means exactly what you think it means. And whenever I say this word to Japanese people while there, they get so surprised what I know that word! Possibly, this is because I know only a few dozen words -- and they consider this one to be somewhat obscure, I suppose. It's hard to say. There is something wonderfully inscrutable about my conversations with Japanese people.
This was shot in Kyoto (to the best of my memory), on the way to Tokyo. These bullet trains are just great. I bought a week-pass on the bullet train for only a few hundred dollars -- it's a special deal for foreigners traveling to Japan. The only confusing bit was figuring out how to trade in my voucher at Narita airport. Well, there were a variety of confusing things at that airport, but that has never stopped me...
from the blog www.stuckincustoms.com
...the art of being perfectly serious: girl in a traditional kimono, Kyoto, Japan
© Handheld Films 2023
Baroque still life, the dead silence of the furniture quivering with the horror of dark secrets until, lo and behold, a red drape stirs in one of the corners and... eppur si muove... life explodes back to normal.
//These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.//
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Zones II. – at closer range
Hasselblad camera with Polaroid film back, our home-made radio remote trigger, synchronized flashes and stands: this is the technical equipment that was used us to take a self-portrait series in my intimate environment, so that I as a photographer can exclude the presence of a fellow photographer, thereby avoiding the anxiety such a situation should normally cause. It’s a pair work. My partner calls, talks to me, asks questions, argues, gives orders and at odd times, without actually seeing them, shoots pictures of my personal Zones without actually seeing them. Meanwhile my real self increasingly blends with the artist and this „surreal role”. The objects, colours, the whole setting of my life is virtually converted into a stage by the special lighting.
At one point the artistic concept starts a life of its own and transforms thoughts and feelings. Can it be kept within strict bounds? Is it allowed for the artist to stray or even „cheat”? Can anyone discern the new intentions and breakpoints while the technique is unchanged? No matter how vague the outlines, these zones finally make sense as a whole, if only for us.
The pinecone, like the pineal gland, is extremely affected by Light, and takes action according to what it senses. Cones will open themselves up to the sun’s rays, and close up during cloudy or stormy days. It has to do with continuation of the seed-line. Sunny days offer more arid conditions and the tiny seedlings nestled in the scales of the pinecone can become airborne more easily. Damp or rainy days are crumby conditions for seed spreading, so the pinecone just closes up shop during these weather conditions.That action is symbolic in itself (like: Opening up spiritual awareness in order to sow seeds of limitless potential and continuation of Soul Growth) …. but to keep with our comparison, we can now draw corollaries between pineal gland and pinecone in terms of gauging Light, seeking Light, and becoming activated in the Light.We could say, pinecones are the external reflection of the “mystic seed” (the pineal gland). From this perspective, all these pinecones we see this time of year bring on a whole new meaning.
www.symbolic-meanings.com/2009/12/18/the-pinecone-the-pin...
The pine cone symbolism is not lost on ancient cultures; in India, Hindu tradition teaches followers to awaken the Third Eye by activating their "seven chakras".It is an ancient exercise, still practiced today, called Kundalini Yoga; it is claimed to directly affect human consciousness, develop intuition, increase self-knowledge, and unleash one's creative potential.Interestingly, the esoteric symbol of kundalini yoga is the caduceus- a symbol that features two antithetical serpents.What is the symbolic meaning of these pine cones, and how do the antithetical animals factor into their overall meaning?What is the deeper secret these apparently inscrutable images hide?The answer to this is that pine cones, throughout history, have symbolized the "pineal gland", or "Third Eye", and by association the esoteric act of awakening it.This gland is said to lie at the geometric center of the brain, and considered by some as the biological Third Eye; the French philosopher Descartes famously referred to the pineal gland as the Seat of the Soul.The pineal gland is given the following definition in Webster's Ninth New Collegiate Dictionary:"A small usu. conical appendage of the brain of all craniate vertebrates that in a few reptiles has the essential structure of an eye, that functions in some birds as part of a time-measuring system, and that is variously postulated to be a vestigial third eye, an endocrine organ, or the seat of the soul…"Common pine cone is also associated with eye symbolism. Kundalini is the spiritual energy or life force present in every human being, located at the base of the spine.To awaken the Third Eye, the kundalini energy must be summoned to the forehead, where it expands and thus awakens the Third Eye. The energy is said to travel along the ida (left) and pingala (right), up the central pole or sushumna.
This is the process esoterically depicted by the caduceus symbol of two antithetical snakes spiraling up a central staff.
"…the caduceus, the rod of power…In India it is a stick of bamboo with seven knots… which represents the spinal column with its seven centers or chakras…It also indicated the spinal cord…while the serpents were symbolical of the two channels called in Eastern terminology Ida and Pinagala; and the fire enclosed within it was the serpent-fire which in Sanskrit is called kundalini."C.W. Leadbeater, Freemasonry and its Ancient Mystic RitesThus, antithetical animal art associated with the pine cone,twin elephants in Indonesia, twin peacocks in Rome, twin serpents in Egypt...is really an allusion to the ida and pingala channels (the antithetical twin serpents on the caduceus).The central sushumna is, in turn, symbolized by the third, centered drawing (often a pine cone) which on the caduceus is the main rod running north south. Many ancient cultures incorporated images of the pine cone into their spiritual art and architecture, and they all also created antithetical animal art.Pagan gods of Babylon, Egypt, Mexico and Greece were associated with the pine cone, and the staffs of these gods were often adorned with the pine cone.The human pineal gland is shaped like and named after a pine cone, and it is an essential component in how we perceive light.Many believe this gland is the body’s Third Eye, responsible for spiritual enlightenment and sometimes referred to as the “seat of the soul.”The pine cone symbol, then, alludes to the Third Eye: it abounds in ancient art and architecture, a symbolic representation of our now-dormant window to the world.The Third Eye was commonly described by ancient mystics who experienced the divine light.".. in every man there is an Eye of the soul which… is far more precious than ten thousand bodily eyes, for by it alone is truth seen… The Eye of the soul… is alone naturally adapted to be resuscitated and excited by the mathematical disciplines."Plato, RepublicA superficial "tapping" of the Third Eye is not difficult. Close your eyes and, without moving them, "look" at an object you know is close to you. You are seeing with your Third Eye. To elevate spirituality and awaken dormant powers, the Eye must be turned inward.Western occult tradition agrees with ancient Eastern texts affirming that turning the Eye inward endows us with:higher consciousness;a deeper understanding of life and death ,a newfound ability to control the future, a sense of peacefulness and bliss extrasensory, clairvoyant, intuitive and psychic abilities expanded perception, enhanced capacity for self-healingstress reduction, calmness and clarity; newfound sensitivity. Mystery writer Stephen King's 'The Shining' touched on this concept.In King's novel, "shining" meant tapping one's higher psychic powers. Unfortunately, today ideas like the Third Eye and related mystical and/or esoteric concepts are frowned upon, pejoratively labeled "the occult."The question, however, is why the West has been so ill-informed of this Third Eye and its unlocking even as the Eastern traditions have incorporated them into their practices. The answer to that is the rise of Christianity in the west; the practice and idea of an "inner god" or "Third Eye" to awaken runs afoul of traditional Christian teachings.These wisdoms, forced underground, became the origins for secret societies that passed on these esoteric wisdomIn her fascinating 1924 book, Mystic Americanism, the obscure American author Grace Morey explained:"The All-Seeing Eye… also emblematic of the pineal gland or third eye of the human being… has been found amid the ruins of every civilization upon the globe, thereby attesting the fact of a universal religion over all the earth at some remote period.The term "all-seeing eye" in and of itself is indeed correct; but it's not the all-seeing-eye of the Hebrew 'God'; it is the all-seeing eye of you, the pineal gland that we all have.Many highly trained and educated Masons who lived during the 20th century, including several noted authors and scholars, were convinced that the all-seeing Eye was not the Eye of the Bible's God, and that the modern system of Freemasonry we've inherited, based on the Hebrew Bible, is in fact corrupted.It is interesting to note that the famous American Author Mark Twain, writing in 1899, referred to the All Seeing Eye not as the Eye of some distant heavenly deity or "old man upstairs," but as a tangible gift that any person can use:"The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the 'all seeing eye' pierces through, and reads the heart and the soul, finding there capacities which the outside didn't indicate or promise, and which the other kind couldn't detect."Interestingly, there is evidence that Hitler was aware of and understood pine cone symbolism.One of the front panels on his desk displays clear pine cone symbolism:Adolf Hitler believed in the Third Eye. This fact is affirmed by Hermann Rauschning, the former National Socialist Senate President of Danzig.In Hitler Speaks (London, 1939), Rauschning wrote:"To have 'magic insight' was apparently Hitler's idea of the goal of human progress… There was the eye of the Cyclops, or median eye, the organ of magic perception of the Infinite, now reduced to a rudimentary pineal gland.Speculations of this sort fascinated Hitler, and he would sometimes be entirely wrapped up in them."Hermann RauschningIt seems that, almost 100 years ago, Hitler knew things about the Third Eye that most Americans are only now starting to rediscover.The Third Eye can be seen above the French Declaration of Human Rights in a 1789 painting, and is on the back of the one dollar bill; it floats above an Egyptian pyramid. While knowledge of the Third Eye and the practice of awakening the Third Eye continued strong in the East, it began to die in the West at the start of Christianity.Consequently, Secret Societies like the Alchemists were established to protect Third Eye knowledge, initiate new members into its wisdom, and keep the practice alive. This explains why the image of a single Eye is common to Western Secret Societies, whose constituents possessed exceptionally philosophical, active, creative, and spiritual minds.A single Eye is one of the supreme and sacred emblems in Alchemy..The Third Eye seems strange, even downright alien to us in the West, even today, despite our living in the "information age" of globalization. The fact that the Third Eye is so unknown, so strange and so alien to our way of thinking is something of an enigma..The reason is because there seems to have always been, and there continues to be, a conscious effort to conceal it by a powerful elite who don't want the masses to discover its secrets.
www.bibliotecapleyades.net/ciencia/ciencia_brain65.htm
While it doens’t look like an “eye” in the traditional sense, the common pine cone is also associated with eye symbolism. The human pineal gland is shaped like and named after a pine cone, and it is an essential component in how we perceive light. Many believe this gland is the body’s Third Eye, responsible for spiritual enlightenment and sometimes referred to as the “seat of the soul.” Many religious and cultural artifacts depict heroes holding staves topped by pine cones or wearing crowns made to resemble pine cones.
Why this fascination with eyes throughout history? Connection. Eyes are critical in the connections between human beings and for many of religious faith, with gods or goddesses. This is why historical eye depictions almost always show eyes uncovered, unencumbered by lenses or other accessories. It’s also part of the reason many people seek out eye correction alternatives such as laser vision correction. It’s now possible to break the dependence on glasses or contacts; cutting-edge excimer lasers and procedures such as Custom Wavefront Lasik can correct a host of visual issues and let you see the world an entirely new way, with no pain and a minimal amount of recovery.The symbolism of eyes tells the tale: As a species, we’re fascinated by these tiny windows to the soul. Expert laser correction can help give the best view possible, inside and out.
Hilaire-Germain-Edgar Degas French, 1834 – 1917
Little Dancer Aged Fourteen 1879 Cast 1919-21
Bronze with gauze tutu and silk ribbon, on wooden base.
When Dega’s Little Dancer Aged Fourteen was first exhibited at the 1881 Impressionist exhibition—modeled in wax, with a real tutu and real hair—reaction was mixed. The figure’s awkward limbs and inscrutable expression seemed at odds with the traditional image of the elegant ballerina. Some critics called the sculpture “hideously ugly,” while others applauded its realism. This bronze was cast from the wax original after Dega’s death.
Acquired by Robert Sterling Clark (Probalby in the 1920s-1955)
1955.45
From the Website: The Clark
www.clarkart.edu/artpiece/detail/Little-Dancer-Aged-Fourteen
feed me the tongue of the beast, save the intangible feelings, the maimed fingers dead in the taboo of dislocated profanity where the flash of lightning does not reach and the language of necessity draws the sanctified domain of your hips, the roots of force, scorned in submission, reasonable, comprehensive to the end of night where the road leads to both ends, in the morning after the rain on the beach both palms open into the daylight, a dense and dark intensity to the presence it denies and yet owes the clarity of its manifestation, a name to name its obscurity, a sand of which I can no longer say, feed me the language conferred by the impossible order of candle-lit corridors, the lexicon of organised violence, the algebra of kindness stipulated in the dichotomy of your lips mistakenly reserved for death, the appeal of proximity imposed on your words, prohibited and certain in the systolic compression of the conscious animal, the haze and the cloud slacking at the round tripod hanging on the front porch of the bar shack open up to a scene of madness, feed me the tragic lament sacred and revered in silence, in the intangible stability of indifference, in the misery of natural law, conceived as the unlimited transgression of blood on the bare concrete of unbound rupture, infuriating, the door open beyond the refutation of human eyes, the prohibition of the senseless moment of death as the blade cuts through limitless dissolution, a certain laughter in the space between a semblance of prayer and the fragments of fiction like a creek silently flowing, the mask of denial biting word by word, immobilised, searching for your corpse, speaking without knowing, on your fingers, on your lips and on your knees, a rainbow-striped smack hitting the shore dragging over the sand the goods thrown at the audience and as I fix on the scene reminded by the rush of sugar your hair detangled of the chair's frame, everything is covered in sand and everything is sacred, defying the silence the horizon of justice feeds into the day, your victorious cheer, the twilight’s gleaming picks up the soothing voices laying on the blade, the laughter of prominent hierarchy, the static and the transitive of flesh, if words cannot be prescribed feed me through the waters and the river, feed me all the trees, impalpable witnesses, clusters gathering of rotting bodies, feed me the weakness, the unarticulated acceptance, whisper a slow-moving and deliberate mistake for the improvised indictments, the delicate balance between control and surrender insinuating with each trace and each day on the resigned and acquiescent indeterminate journey, feed me, estranged, retreat into the solitude of voices and who the voices are, when I look back at this extensive waterway to the turning inflection, give a speaking pattern to my language bound to fill every gap, render the collapsing walls of your neck, feed me the inscrutable highlands and the eyes germinating the ravaged earth, haunt with sacrifice, enclosed with putative flesh the empty sky beneath the mask drawing your forehead through the abyss of vertigo and not a line or a ray of sunlight fails to contain the sweetness of anguish
NOTE: the text is mine
The Incom Corporation's T-44 K-Wing fighter was developed as a multi-role deep space, orbital and high atmospheric fighter. Commissioned by the Jedi Order, the intent was to make it as easy as possible to fly (using highly vectorable thrusters and multiple control surfaces - both inertial and aerodynamic, managed by a direct bio-limbic interface) to allow the Jedi pilots to focus their full Force powers on weapons targeting and the wider tactical direction of large fighter squadrons.
So easy and reliable it was to fly, it was decided to test it initially on Podludix Zaa, the Jedi Order's most incompetent pilot. Yoda himself said, "Very simple to pilot, this fighter is. Pilot it, anyone can if Pokludix Zaa can. Yes, hhmmmmm".
When Pokludix was finally recovered from the mangled wreckage of the prototype K-Wing (in the fateful few seconds after takeoff when he lost control, he forgot to hit the eject button), he had suffered only minor injuries. Fortunately his remarkably unexpressive face and inscrutable fixed smile remained unscarred and his successful Corellian Poker career continued unabated.
Built for the Alphabet Fighter tournament at FBTB
Frequently known as Mr. Brown, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Pink and Mr. Magenta, Thomas Craig, Roger Neil, Wilfred Thompson and Xavier Wilson Peg were well schooled in the science of calculus and primary V.I.P. protection. The uncommon blend of mathematics and personal security training was their unique selling point. Using inscrutable mathematic code names they would cross borders, quell riots, liberate peoples and drink vast quantities of brandy.
This photograph was apparently taken at the Maison d'arrêt de la Santé on the day the Emir of Afghanistan Amānullāh Khān and his wife Soraya Tarzi arrived in Paris. Through faded reciepts, vouchers and a yellowed invoice for services rendered, it is surmised the four men protected the royal couple while they rode in an open car in a procession down the Champs-Élysées.
The sling on Mr. Blonde's arm is thought to not be an injury at all, but rather a shortened 1928 Thompson submachine gun. During Amānullāh Khān's exile in Switzerland Mr. Blonde reappeared as his envoy and the arm was again in a sling for the duration of his service in Zürich. Mr. Brown and Mr. Magenta immigrated to the United States where they joined the security detail of Adriano J. Peg, Mr. Magenta's cousin thrice removed. Mr. Pink opened a Delicatessen and ice cream shop in Rome Italy.
Algebra is very simple compared to its highly abstract mathematical cousin shown here. Alas, this conjures up bad memories of all but hitting a wall taking calculus in college.
Praise and Worship Almighty God | King of Kings | Gospel Music "Gospel Choir 15th Performance"
This time, God comes to do work not in a spiritual body but in a very ordinary one. Not only is it the body of God’s second incarnation, but also the body in which God returns. It is very ordinary flesh. In Him, you cannot see anything that is different from others, but you can receive from Him the truths you have never heard before. This insignificant flesh is the embodiment of all the words of truth from God, that which undertakes God’s work in the last days, and an expression of the whole of God’s disposition for man to come to know. Did you not desire greatly to see the God in heaven? Did you not desire greatly to understand the God in heaven? Did you not desire greatly to see the destination of mankind? He will tell you all these secrets that no one can ever tell you, and He will even tell you of the truths that you do not understand. He is your gate into the kingdom, and your guide into the new age. He is your gate into the kingdom, and your guide into the new age.
Every Nation Worships the Practical God
1. This time, God comes to do work not in a spiritual body but in a very ordinary, very ordinary one. Not only is it the body of God’s second incarnation, but also the body in which God returns. It is very ordinary flesh. In Him, you cannot see anything that is different from others, but you can receive from Him the truths you have never heard before, receive from Him the truths you have never heard before. This insignificant flesh is the embodiment of all the words of truth from God, that which undertakes God's Work in the last days, and an expression of the whole of God’s disposition for man to come to know. Did you not desire greatly to see the God in heaven? Did you not desire greatly to understand the God in heaven? Did you not desire greatly to see the destination of mankind? He will tell you all these secrets that no one can ever tell you, and He will even tell you of, tell you of the truths that you do not understand. He is your gate into the kingdom, and your guide into the new age.
2. Such an ordinary flesh holds many unfathomable mysteries. His deeds may be inscrutable to you, may be inscrutable to you, but the goals of the work He does are sufficient for you to see that He is not, is not a simple flesh as man believes, as man believes. For He represents the will of God as well as the care shown by God toward mankind in the last days. For He represents the will of God as well as the care shown by God toward mankind in the last days. Though you cannot hear the words He speaks that seemingly shake the heavens and earth or see His eyes like blazing flames, and though you cannot feel the discipline of His iron rod, you can hear from His words the fury of God and know that God shows compassion for mankind; you can see the righteous disposition of God and His wisdom, and moreover, realize the concern and care that God has for all mankind.
3. The work of God in the last days is to allow man to see the God in heaven, see the God in heaven live among men on earth, and to enable man to come to know, obey, revere, and love God. This is why He has returned to flesh for a second time. Though what man sees this day is a God that is the same as man, a God with a nose and two eyes: an unremarkable God, in the end God will show you that without the existence of this man, the heaven and earth will undergo a tremendous change; the heaven will grow dim, the earth will become chaos, and all mankind will live in famine and plagues. He will show you that without the salvation, salvation of God incarnate in the last days, then God would have long ago destroyed all mankind, destroyed all mankind in hell; without the existence of this flesh, then you would forever be chief of sinners and corpses evermore.
4. You should know that without the existence of this flesh, all mankind would face an inevitable calamity and find it difficult to escape, escape God’s more severe punishment of mankind in the last days. Without the birth of this ordinary flesh, you would all be in a state where neither life nor death will come no matter how you seek it; without the existence of this flesh, then this day you would not be able to receive the truth and come before the throne of God. Rather, you would be punished by God because of, because of your grievous sins. Rather, you would be punished by God because of your grievous sins. Do you know? If not for the return of God to the flesh, none would have a chance at salvation; and if not for the coming of this flesh, God would have long ago ended the age of old. As such, can you still reject the second incarnation of God? Since you can so greatly profit from this ordinary man, then why would you not accept Him readily?
5. In the end every nation shall worship this ordinary man, as well as give thanks to and obey this insignificant man, obey this insignificant man. In the end every nation shall worship this ordinary man, as well as give thanks to and obey this insignificant man, obey this insignificant man. Because it is He who has brought the truth, the life, and the way to save all mankind, save all mankind, ease the conflict between God and man, bring God and man closer together, and communicate thoughts between God and man, between God and man. It is also He who has brought even greater glory to God. Is not an ordinary man such as this worthy of your trust and adoration? Is such an ordinary flesh not fit to be called Christ? Can such an ordinary man not be the expression of God among men? Is not such a man who helps mankind be spared disaster worthy of your love and for you to hold? In the end every nation shall worship this ordinary man, as well as give thanks to and obey this insignificant man, obey this insignificant man. In the end every nation shall worship this ordinary man, as well as give thanks to and obey this insignificant man, obey this insignificant man, obey this insignificant man.
from “Do You Know? God Has Done a Great Thing Among Men” in The Word Appears in the Flesh
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You start with the Teaching
Inscrutable of the Diamond
And end with it, your goal
is your starting place
By attacking another European country, Putin crossed a line that was drawn after World War II – and changed the world. But he also changed Russia, from a functioning autocracy to a Stalinesque dictatorship, a country characterized by violent repression, inscrutable arbitrariness, and a massive brain drain.(NINA L. KHRUSHCHEVA)
Deidre the inscrutable, wearing one of her own works.
We took the Amtrak out to Iowa City over Thanksgiving to our brother-in-law and nieces. I had two cameras with me, the Ondu 6x6 pinhole camera and the Yashica-D Twin Lens Reflex. I got to take both of the nieces out before we left. On Friday, Deidre and I went to ReUnion Brewery for some very fine beer.
Yashica-D Twin Lens Reflex
Kentmere Pan 400 exposed at 800, developed in D76 1:1 17 min
Epson Perfection V500 Photo scanner
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Summary of a good girl's experience. Can't help it, not on all fours. Your features betray you. It's fun, though, figuring your figure back into some long lost jungle.
//These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.//
Tundra Swans ~ November 14, 2017
by John Williams
I
This is the Autumn marsh
In the Great Basin of North America
The last of the Cascades behind
A smatter of clouds line the ridge
A short-lived sun heading that way
II
I’m walking through
The tightness in my hip
With a half-assed
(pardon the pun)
Theory about why
Suddenly my knees don’t
Hurt and recalling
From time to time
That simply noticing
Is a whole hell
Of a lot better than
The hell of trying to
Figure things out
III
Simply noticing my hip
Simply noticing cattails, tules,
Salt, wheat and canary grasses
So many shades of browns
Latigo leather brown
Dark bay horse brown
Burnt sienna, bistre and chestnut
Cured tobacco leaves
Sunlit browns and backlit browns
All perfect complements
To blue canal, ponds, lakes
Cerulean to denim
Steel to cobalt blue and even darker
Blues in the shadows
Taking notice too of Tundra Swans
A hemline of hundreds
Their ambient clamor
From a multitude of murmurs
Noting as well the shades of swans
Some immaculate white
Many two-toned or
Mottled with platinum blotches
A few the duskiest slate grey
Uncanny impulses
Send wedges up and down wind
Crossing patterns
Or solo transits
Transversing duos and trios too
Or sedentary swans
Afloat for hours
Stretching preening
At times Squabbling
Necks protracted
Or just adrift dreaming?
IV
What thought dawns
In what kind of a mind
To switch instantly
From complete aplomb
To a wild, raucous scramble
As one swan
Deserts the placid bevy
Executes a precise bank
And navigates
With inscrutable certainty
To some secret beloved lagoon?
Wishes all a Happy Whisker Wednesday.
Sorry I haven't been around much, I've been sick. I'm better now.
Thank you for visiting
The naming of cats is a difficult matter
It isn't just one of your holiday games
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey
All of them sensible, everyday names
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter
But all of them sensible everyday names
But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum
Names that never belong to more than one cat
But above and beyond there's still one name left over
And that is the name that you never will guess
The name that no human research can discover
But the at himself knows, and will never confess
When you notice a cat in profound meditation
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name
We may throw the dice!
"We may throw the dice—but the Lord determines how they fall." Proverbs 16:33
If the fall of the dice is under the Lord's control—then whose is the arrangement of our whole life? If the simple casting of the dice is guided by Him—how much more the events of our entire life—especially when we are told by our blessed Savior, "The very hairs of your head are all numbered! Not a sparrow falls to the ground without your Father!" It would bring a holy calm over your mind, dear friend, if you were always to remember this. It would so relieve your mind from worry—that you would be the better able to walk in patience, calmness, and cheerfulness, as a Christian should.
When a man is anxious—he cannot pray with faith, or serve his Master. When you worry and fret about your lot and circumstances, you are meddling with Christ's business, and neglecting your own! You have been attempting "providing" work—and forgetting that it is yours to "obey". Be wise and attend to the obeying—and let Christ manage the providing.
Come and survey your Father's storehouse, and ask whether He will let you starve—while He has laid up so great an abundance in His garner! Look at His heart of mercy—and ask if that heart can ever prove unkind! Look at His inscrutable wisdom—and ask if that wisdom can ever be at fault. Above all, look to Jesus Christ your Intercessor, and ask yourself, while He pleads, can your Father deal ungraciously with you? If He remembers even sparrows, will He forget one of His poor children?
"Cast your burden upon the Lord—and He will take care of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall." Psalm 55:22
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!”
– Louise Bogan
I love being outdoors in fog, always have done since I was a child. For me, it is the inscrutable face of silence, it gives substance to that which has no substance and, just for a magical while, the intangible becomes tangible, that which had no direction is now known, an ethereal presence fills the echoless void…and suddenly, we're not in Kansas anymore – fog creates visual silence, it empties the world of the familiar, the normal, it compromises our 'reality' safety net of objects and things, especially so in nature, distorting them, mutating them, thus setting free the hounds of fear to howl at our backs as we move with excited trepidation through a world of whispers, ghosts and wild, primal imaginings…bliss.
The Chow Chow, an all-purpose dog of ancient China, presents the picture of a muscular, deep-chested aristocrat with an air of inscrutable timelessness. Dignified, serious-minded, and aloof, the Chow Chow is a breed of unique delights.
Look, look inside, look inside yourself. Face what I see and stand up to it. The swirling-whirling backstage intrigue of reckless terror and ruthless inhibitions. Your unbearable nothingness. That’s my only hope.
//These words suggested by the inscrutable links of friendship serve to add Janos Kepes’s personal verbal articulation to Richard Wohlfart’s photographs, a single if relevant item of an infinite set of possible resonances.//
Illuminati
Sunset 872 feet / 266 meters up at "Top of the Rock" in the GE Building at Rockefeller Center looking west at One World-Wide Plaza in New York City.
“Symbolism is the language of the Mysteries ... By symbols men have ever sought to communicate to each other those thoughts which transcend the limitations of language. Rejecting man-conceived dialects as inadequate and unworthy to perpetuate divine ideas, the Mysteries thus chose symbolism as a far more ingenious and ideal method of preserving their transcendental knowledge. In a single figure a symbol may both reveal and conceal, for to the wise the subject of the symbol is obvious, while to the ignorant the figure remains inscrutable. Hence, he who seeks to unveil the secret doctrine of antiquity must search for that doctrine not upon the open pages of books which might fall into the hands of the unworthy but in the place where it was originally concealed.”
— Manly P. Hall, The Secret Teachings of All Ages
Lady Nijo -
At the end of the dirt trail, a strange little thing caught my attention. With the silent footfalls of a panther, I pulled up close with attentive interest. From the rear, a recluse dignitary was perceived draping an ancient kimono without the obi in the reverse way onto her front. How weird and wonderful. For a split second, a thought ran through me. An imperial court lady, with raven tresses that flow in waves, was forward-facing and a few steps behind the ledge. Her silent grandeur is quiet as death in the midnight and her inscrutable air is as the pathway of wind. Trapped in a moment where all I can do is to stare, what I focus on grows steadily. In the palace of one empress, thirty queens and seventy consorts rivals, peonies symbolizing ageless beauty or winding streams of continuity are much loved embroideries; oddly on her silk robe dyed in voyaging dusk, only tinges of red camellia were seen. A burning question goes along in observing. In the secret language of flowers, does the muted color scheme of tsubaki hints austere sorrow? While trying to connect the dots, curiosity can twist you in knots. On that prettily painted mask of red safflower lips and eyebrows shaped in moths’ wings, was it a put on bliss? Being in emotional cocktail, I tilt my head and attempt to peek at her averted face. A wrong move regrettably, the agile courtesan spread her wings and flew away; like vanishing Sakura at the end of spring.
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This is my 1941 first edition of A Choice of Kipling’s Verse made by T.S. Eliot published by Faber and Faber – for whom Eliot worked for many years as Literary Editor. He joined the company in 1925 and remained there until his death forty years later. Along the way, in 1948, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, and is regarded as one of the great poets in the English language.
In his 32-page essay/introduction to the book, Eliot describes Kipling as "the most inscrutable of authors" and "a writer impossible wholly to understand and quite impossible to believe". However, he also declares, “I can think of a number of poets who have written great poetry, only of a very few whom I should call great verse writers. And unless I am mistaken, Kipling’s position in this class is not only high, but unique.”
Far be it from me to take issue with a Nobel Laureate, but I think Eliot was mistaken; I don’t believe for a moment that Kipling’s work, much of it jingoistic and in the vernacular, has stood the test of time. Even so, this is an interesting edition on many levels, and a pleasure to have on my bookshelf.
♦ While you’re here… I have two Galleries that might interest you: a Bookshops gallery and a Public Libraries gallery. Happy browsing!
Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginning of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, slugginsh. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of overshadowed distances. (...) The broadening water flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to find the channel, till you thought yourself bewitched and cut off for ever from everything you had known once - somewhere - far away -- in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a momement to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence.And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.
(From: Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad (first published 1902).
The river Pawan at the Dayak village of Riam Dadap, interior of Kalimantan, Borneo.
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Praise and Worship the Return of God | "Gospel Choir 19th Performance"
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Praise and Worship the Return of God | " gospel Choir 19th Performance"
Under a starry, quiet and peaceful night sky, a group of Christians earnestly awaiting the return of the Savior sing and dance to cheerful music. When they hear the joyful news "God has returned" and "God has uttered new words", they are surprised and excited. They think: "God has returned? He has already appeared?" With curiosity and uncertainty, one after another, they step into the journey of seeking God's new words. In their arduous seeking, some people are questioning while others simply accept it. Some people look on without comment, while others make suggestions and search for answers in the Bible—they look but in the end it is fruitless…. Just when they become discouraged, a witness brings them a copy of the Age of Kingdom Bible, and they are deeply attracted to the words in the book. What kind of book is this really? Have they actually found the new words that God has uttered in that book? Have they welcomed the appearance of God?
Every Nation Worships the Practical God
1. "This time, God comes to do work not in a spiritual body but in a very ordinary one. Not only is it the body of God’s second incarnation, but also the body in which God returns. It is a very ordinary flesh. In Him, you cannot see anything that is different from others, but you can receive from Him the truths you have never heard before, receive from Him the truths you have never heard before. This insignificant flesh is the embodiment of all the words of truth from God, that which undertakes God’s work in the last days, and an expression of the whole of God’s disposition for man to come to know. Did you not desire greatly to see the God in heaven? Did you not desire greatly to understand the God in heaven? Did you not desire greatly to see the destination of mankind? He will tell you all these secrets that no one can ever tell you, and He will even tell you of the truths that you do not understand. He is your gate into the kingdom, and your guide into the new age.
2. Such an ordinary flesh holds many unfathomable mysteries. His deeds may be inscrutable to you, but the goal of all the work He does is sufficient for you to see that He is not a simple flesh as man believes. For He represents the will of God as well as the care shown by God toward mankind in the last days........."
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