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I've always been quite pleased with the fact that Nancy Sinatra topped the charts in the UK with the song that I've used to name this image in the week I was born. Top of the chart for four consecutive weeks she kept "Nineteenth Nervous Breakdown" by the Rolling Stones at bay in the number 2 slot, with the Mindbenders at number 3 with "Groovy Kind of Love." When she was eventually toppled, it was by the Walker Brothers with "The Sun Aint Gonna Shine Anymore." Darn, music was good in 1966. If I'd been born a few years later my entry into the world might have been heralded by Joe Dolce, or Rene and Renato, or even St Winifred's School Choir. So I'm glad that I arrived in 1966, just in time to witness England win the World Cup and the Beatles take things up a notch with the release of the still fresh sounding "Revolver." Cool Britannia indeed.
The reason for the name of the image comes from the fact that I was hiking when I took this image in the spring of 2018. The West Highland Way is one of the most popular long distance trails in the UK and runs from Milngavie, just north of Glasgow, to Fort William at the gateway to the western isles and the highlands of the far north of Scotland. Officially measured at 96 miles (although two of us with GPS trackers both recorded 108), it will probably take you between 4 and 8 days, depending upon how much you want to enjoy it or whether you're in a hurry to get to the pubs in Fort William before closing time. It will take you across some of the most stunning and remote scenery in Britain as you gradually accumulate the miles, leaving edge of town parkland and passing through gentle pastures towards 20 odd miles along the unsullied east bank of Loch Lomond. Once your time along the famous loch is done, the scenery ahead of you becomes ever more imposing and dramatic as you make your way through the Scottish Highlands towards lonely Rannoch Moor. the largest wilderness in Britain. And then you will arrive here, beneath the Great Herdsman, Buachaille Etive Mor at the gateway to the mythical Glencoe pass, where the Three Sisters stand opposite the Aonach Eagach ridge, towering above you on either side and reminding you how small and insignificant you really are.
We'd been here before more than once, the first time on our first West Highland Way hike three years earlier, and then a mountain walking expedition when I'd stood on its summit before visiting four months earlier than this moment for what remains the most rewarding and productive photography trip of my life. Each time this mountain, possibly the most photographed in the entire UK, has dominated the visit. Its sheer enormity and darkly brooding presence demands attention. This image was a bit of a grab and go affair as I quickly strayed from the path while my fellow hikers ignored me and carried on striding purposefully towards the famed and feared Devil's Staircase. I liked the "mini me" conical rock in the middle of the River Etive that mirrored the giant in the background. Not the sharpest photo I've taken, but one that brings back special memories of a wonderful few days when the usually damp and fickle Scotland basked inexplicably under sultry Mediterranean skies..
I've enjoyed making the most of what I have around me during this difficult year and I know I'm luckier than many in being surrounded by some of the most dramatic coastal scenery anywhere. But when we can travel more widely again, the distant northern echo of the Scottish Highlands is going to be tugging away at the imagination. I can't wait to be able to return.
Lone Brahman appears insignificant, gazing at the seemingly featureless horizon. A section of the productive cattle-grazing country between Winton and Boulia in the Queensland Outback.
► █░▓ NO BIKES HERE (so far) Trying to get to the harbor via bike and pedestrian paths as much as possible to evade the already insignificant village traffic, I ran across a serene but major park I did not know existed. An elderly lady walking two small dogs explained to me that the whole aria was taken down two years ago and a park arranged upon. I was stunned. There are still decision-making people not driven by the power and profit lust. This pond is young and probably virgin, i.e. there are probably still no discarded bikes on the bottom of it.
But remember: behind the every successful Dutchman there is a discarded bike. Or two. Or more.
The village in itself is quite serene. This park is artificial "nature" but it takes an educated mind to create it like this and it adds up to the all-round quiet. I am impressed.
Up until July 18th I had the longest break in publishing images and following the fellow uploads on Flickr since years. Hope that this less enthusiastic, rather sedentary period in my life is now over. I used it partly to study new software and made my first use of it. Not much, but something I had been postponing for years. A small gain but not a negligible one. My photography was not completely put aside, but I never got it to the editing stage. What I took, has yet to be selected and edited. Many boats taken just before sunset still wait to be denoised! Plus some interesting people, those few that grant me their trust and permission to publish.
THE BACKGROUND - In the morning of July 14th I drove to Sleeuwijk, the village across the river, after a long time. Had a good hour available to walk around. Started hike from the neighbourhood edge next to A27, a few kilometres away and searched for the pathways through the village in order to avoid local traffic. Without internet, I still made it! But when I reached the river shore at the Yacht and ferry harbor, the first hour had almost expired. I decided to press on and found a pathway among the blackberries shrubbery along the shore line. It was a gift from above. Beautiful small beaches, lots of ripe perfectly clean blackberries, mighty ships sailing by, clean water, lazy peaceful cattle enjoying the noon shade of large trees, perfect weather with some nice water and backgroud lighting... For the first time in more than three decades that I live here have I eventually hiked along this patch of shoreline and have almost reached the big Merwede bridge. Found the way back through the woods and reached the village starting point just short of 2,5 hours of hiking, berry picking and photographing. What a day! And a good night's sleep after it.
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Northeast wind, runway zero-three
I can hear the engines from here
Like an arrow, it flies past
And it roars in my ears
And the wet asphalt trembles
Like a veil, the rain dusts
Until it lifts off and it soars
Towards the sun
Above the clouds
Freedom must be boundless
All fears, all worries
They say
Remain hidden below
And then
What seems big and important to us would suddenly become insignificant and small
I watch it for a long time
Climbing the dark clouds
Until the lights gradually
Blur completely into the gray of the rain
My eyes have already lost that tiny point
Only from afar does the monotonous hum of the engines sound
Above the clouds
Freedom must be boundless
All fears, all worries
They say
Remain hidden below
And then
What seems big and important to us would suddenly become insignificant and small
Then everything is still, I leave
Rain soaks through my jacket
Someone is brewing coffee
In the air traffic control shack
Gasoline floats in the puddles
Shimmering like a rainbow
Clouds are reflected in it
I would have liked to have flown along
Above the clouds
Freedom must be boundless
All fears, all worries
So they say
Remain hidden below
And then
What seems big and important to us would suddenly become insignificant and small
Above the clouds
Freedom must be boundless
All fears, all worries
So they say
Remain hidden behind
And then
What seems big and important to us would suddenly become insignificant and small
Looking SE into Coire Mòr an Teallaich from this insignificant hump (594m) between Sàil Mhòr (behind me) and Sgùrr Ruadh (centre right). On the right is a peek into Fisherfield Forest, a.k.a. the Great Wilderness, with Beinn Dearg Mòr at far right.
Look - what a beautiful world we live in!
I'll never understand why some just can't appreciate this beauty and keep spreading hate and misery over insignificant problems.
Every time you change the space around you, it's worth remembering that this can lead to global changes! And our most insignificant actions can lead to very significant changes! Sometimes even a glance at a spider web in the forest can lead to changes all over the planet ;)
A November day, moody sky and fabulous light. The disused Mortello Towers in the distance gives a sense of time and place to this stretch of Kent coastline. There is something so powerful about this sky . A reminder about how small and insignificant the human being is in relation to the forces of nature.
#AbFav_FULL_AUTUMN. 🍂
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In my garden, this is the only plant I do not know the name of!
I bought it on the market, years ago, it had a lovely photo of how it would become, no name though... shows again how deceptive photos can be, LOL. It is in fact tiny!
Anyway, it is very hardy, with insignificant small leaves, in late Spring... it grows insignificant little white flowers, mostly hidden under the leaves, in Summer it is ... just there?
Then comes Autumn, and the leaves turn on all the colours of the rainbow, for a few short weeks, two if your lucky with the weather, it becomes an ABSOLUTE focal point of attraction in the garden... pure GLORY... then it's gone again... till next year!
I thought I'd share this with you.
Have a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)
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Connections:
direct and indirect
permanent and intermittent
historical and insignificant
physical and spiritual
business and private
thoughtful and reckless
telephone, internet, travel, meaningless, platonic ...
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Ice Lake, Silverton, Colorado, 2020
The more you go up, the more you realize how insignificant you are.
Can you spot us? It took us 6.5 hours of hike, and 3000ft (twice the height of the Empire State Building) elevation gain to reach this point. Going down took only 2.5 hours. One hell of a hike.
Low light striking the Torridon mountains at Loch Clair. The mighty Liathach looking surprisingly insignificant next to Beinn Eighe
The final evening in Iceland and we were both really excited about this one. 200 odd feet of Skogafoss truly takes your breath away just standing in front of it. Which is what I did, several times over until we felt happy with the outcome, me running back and forth in my wellies like an excitable 7 year old and standing on a rock where the blast from Skogafoss was almost knocking me off my feet, while Lee operated both cameras.
I got thoroughly drenched, and even my super waterproof extreme outdoors jacket was wet on the inside for the first time ever. I loved every second of this, and every moment of being in such an extraordinary country. Putting a human figure in front of the waterfall was important to provide a sense of scale and was a reminder of how insignificant we are.
A celebration of 'knowing' just how utterly amazing this planet can be, even if all it's sentient inhabitants don't always appreciate it or look after it.
Myvatn, Northern Iceland
On this extremely challenging journey you experience so much deep, devastating darkness that drains the life out of you. And though it is challenging and often feels impossible, you keep looking for light along this dark road. Somehow these little slivers of light help provide tiny pieces of hope and life that encourage you on a path of growth, healing and recovery. Thank you for working so hard to keep watching for and paying attention to these little slivers of light.
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I took this photo on the way home from a neurofeedback appointment back on November 30, 2021. This ride home can sometimes be a very intense and challenging time for me so seeing this tiny sliver of sunset light—that appears so insignificant— shining on the car dashboard in front of me was actually a big, very meaningful moment for me. This is one of many photos I’ve taken from the passenger seat as we drive twice each week to my neurofeedback appointments. This practice of seeing, appreciating and capturing my surroundings from the moving car can sometimes be very helpful for me.
There is something about these Giants that have been around for hundreds of years. Love places that make me feel tiny and my problems completely insignificant.
When you have to work or study, sometimes you need to get away from where you have been. You need to go somewhere else, get mixed with random people and maybe feel a little insignificant. Sometimes that's what helps you focus on what you have to do. Coffee-shops is my choice for cases like this. You bring your material of study/work, you enjoy your coffee and when you need a little break all you have to do is look away from your monitor or book and for a few seconds observe the people around you.
Οταν εχεις να διαβασεις η να εργαστείς πάνω σε κάτι, μερικές φορές θέλεις να ξεφύγεις από τα συνηθισμένα. Μερικές φορές θες να βρεθείς κάπου αλλού, να μπερδευτεις με τον κόσμο και να νιώσεις λιγο αγνωστος μεταξυ αγνωστος. Καποιες φορες αυτο και μόνο αρκει για να μπορεσεις να συγκεντρωθεις σε αυτο που έχεις να κανεις. Τα coffee shops ειναι η πρωτη μου επιλογη για τετοιες περιπτωσεις. Μπορεις να εχεις μαζι σου ολο το υλικο που χρειαζεσαι και οταν θες ενα διαλειμμα το μονο που εχεις να κανεις ειναι να κοιταξεις γυρω σου και να παρατηρησεις ανθρωπους και παραστασεις για μερικα δευτερολεπτα.
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Dogwood blossoms, famous for their stunning springtime display, are not actually true flower petals. The large, showy "petals" are modified leaves called bracts. These structures frame a cluster of tiny, insignificant greenish-yellow flowers in the center.
Beauty is all around us if we pay a little attention to it. A simple ray of sunlight can transform an insignificant landscape into a magnificent one.
It’s important to me, to retain the essence of the place I’m representing, but I often feel the inclination to experiment. I feel the need to see if I can find new impression new semblances in order to forge a creative path.
I often find frustrations knowing just how far to push subtle effects. I spend ages mulling over the different layers, turning them on and off, trying to look from different angles, I make the image smaller, I squint my eye, I turn the lights of and on (I think I've said enough). The differences sometimes are so small that it would seem insignificant, but as a whole the subtle workings can offer the image a rich indescribable texture, something magical, a holistic experience where the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. (Gestalt psychology).
To be honest I find it paradoxically reassuring that the more open, the more uncertain, I see the world the truer it becomes. When the world isn’t black and white, the shades of grey can be very hard to identify. But hey that’s like life. If we believe in the concept of infinity, then surely (being logical) nothing is what it seems, things can not be stable, nothing can be black and white. There will always be something in-between what seems to be solid. There is no fact, there is not one “correct” way of solving a problem, and there aren’t rules that have to be flowed in order to be real. Because reality is a matter of perception, its what you as an individual perceive it to be and every thing is relevant and justified as your own vision.
Yes I'm getting heavy…sorry for the people who want black and white but hey guys not here.
Desert Mountains, Dust Storm. © Copyright 2020 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
A desert dust storm obscures Amargosa Range mountains and ridges, Death Valley National Park.
Death Valley dust storms are beautiful and terrible things. They are, from an objective point of view, very unpleasant. The wind alone can make it difficult to do much of anything, especially photography. The dust gets into everything, including camera equipment and your eyes, and is a constant, uncomfortable presence. A really bad dust storm is one of those things that helpfully remind us of how small and insignificant we are in this grand landscape.
The dust storm on this late afternoon was approaching that level. Having seen a few of these in Death Valley, there were a few things that were different about this one, most notably that the wind was carrying the thick dust into place where I don’t usually see it, including far up into the Amargosa Mountain range. It was so windy and dusty in the spot where I stopped to make the photograph that I was only able to cower behind the shelter of my vehicle just long enough to make a few exposures.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books and Amazon.
Summit of Scarr, moments before the weather descended... on me...
My One Hundredth Explore!
... Which in the greater scheme of things, is an insignificant, largely random, out of my control, unimportant & completely trivial event...
But i do like the nice round numbers, plus 100 is quite a lot of trivial, unimportant, random events, so it feels a tiny bit special... Just a tiny bit ;-)
So thanks to all for your views, comments and favs - it is very much appreciated.
Don't find Scymnus haemorrhoidalis very often, so it was lovely to find this one last week!
Upton Magna - Shropshire
This year we have left our grass to grow long which benefits many species such as toads, frogs, moths etc. including this common grass moth [ chrystoteuchia culmella ] which fluttered up as I hosed the nearby border. It was very small and insignificant but up on screen, I was very surprised by its beautiful large, green eyes. Magnification often produces some exciting hidden features. The photo was taken in dark, windy conditions so it is not as in focus as I would like.
Funchal, Madeira Island - LARGE
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Quero agradecer publicamente todos os amigos que passaram no Orkut
pelo meu niver no dia 15 de Dezembro:
precisei de um tempinho pra responder em cada um,
falta de tempo, trabalho, as coisas de sempre mas um pouco maiores ...
E ultimamente uso mesmo escrever que ... ou vivo na rede, ou vivo ao vivo !!!
Isso é :-)
Mas nunca esquecer amigos, virtuais ou não, são a Vida.
Então, muito muito muitíssimo obrigado :-)))
Sem falar daquelas grandes amiguinhas do Flickr que postaram uma foto pra mim !!!
Já falei, dizer o que meninas, adoro vcs :-)
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Pensando ao título dessa foto, não foi difícil pra mim pensar em Jobim ( que novidade viu ),
mas achei muito legal o que encontrei navegando, quero compartilhar, vale a pena:
Michael Kimmelman, Chief Art Critic for The New York Times,
escreveu um grande artigo sobre Oscar Niemeyer, colocando citações maravilhosas ...
Olha que coisa:
The carioca composer and singer Chico Buarque put it this way:
'' In my mind, Tom's music is a house designed by Oscar ''.
( Chico: pra mim, a música do Tom é uma casa projetada por Oscar )
Mas aqui é poesia pura:
" We absolutely need to look at the sky,'' Niemeyer once said,
''and feel how insignificant we are - the offspring of nature ".
( Oscar: absolutamente nós precisamos de olhar pro céu,
e sentir quanto nós somos insignificantes - o fruto da natureza )
Fechando o círculo:
curiosamente, eu nascei no mesmo dia de Oscar rsrs,
não falto de postar foto de céu, mas sobretudo, vivo olhando para o céu,
sim, um pouco demais, é verdade :-)
Só duas palavras de Olha Pro Céu ( Look To The Sky ), letra e música por o Maestro:
Grande é o céu
Um abismo de luz
Se grande é o céu
Maior é o meu amor
E vejo o céu infinito
Que existe em teus olhos
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Couldn't think of a more fitting location for a Castle. It looks so imposing from down below, but then when you're atop the mountain to the right looking down, it looks so insignificant and tiny. It's all about sperpective!
Out of oak, just to confuse me!! It's a 'pine specialist', and nearest pines are some distance away, but ladybirds have wings after all! From lunchtime today
Upton Magna - Shropshire
"Self Control" Self-control is strength. Calmness is mastery.
You have to get to a point where your mood doesn't shift based on the insignificant actions of someone else. Don't allow others to control the direction of your life.
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The eternity of time and the vastness of space dwarfing all, making everything seem so puny, so insignificant. So, when you're felling egotistic, just look up at the sky and be humbled.
*Note: More pics of Sky and Scenery in my Sky and Scenery Album
Excerpt from the plaque:
It’s Not Here, It’s Over Here by Galmae
A proposal for a group of people in motion, where the awareness of another becomes more and more indispensable.
The world is filled with things we often overlook as insignificant or mundane. “It’s Not Here, It’s Over Here” explores the experience that emerges from the accumulation of these seemingly trivial elements. This installation is composed of a 4-kilometre-long sisal string. The accumulation of a simple material transforms it into a new dimension, demonstrating how a basic substance can transcend its physical form.
This piece reveals the potential for the ordinary to transcend its nature when accumulated, suggesting a shift in how we perceive the mundane through the lens of repetition and persistence.
Le Fusain d'Europe présente des fleurs assez insignifiantes blanc verdâtre en avril/ mai, suivies en automne de fruits roses en forme de bonnet d'evêque laissant apparaître, en s'ouvrant, de grosses graines orangées très appréciées par les oiseaux.
The Charcoal of Europe presents rather insignificant greenish-white flowers in April/ May, followed in autumn by pink fruits in the shape of a bishop’s cap, revealing, opening, large orange seeds very appreciated by the birds.
To say the view here is amazing is an understatement. This is hands down the best view of the Colorado River winding its way through the north rim of the Grand Canyon. Nothing says you're small and insignificant as when you stand before this magnificent overlook.
Standing there, my breath taken by the beautiful landscape, I feel insignificant.
Committed to expired Ilford FP4+ using a Hasselblad X-pan and 45 mm lens and red filter. Developed Ars-Imago FD as standard and scanned using an Epson V850 using Silverfast. Positive conversion and levels done with Negative Lab Pro.
From the rim of Mt Ijen, one can see the most acidic lake that looks green, 800m down
From the rim of Mt Ijen, one can also see the hardship of the sulfur miners who have to walk up the challenging path, with heavy load of sulfur
From the rim of Mt Ijen as well, one can see the contrast of insignificant human beings and the great nature. How the latter constantly poses tough challenges, and how human beings, in this case, sulfur miners endure and overcome the challenges
Standing at the rim of Mt Ijen is like putting one in an amphitheater, to witness a great 'show'
Check earlier posting for background info
Slot canyons are some of the most amazing places to experience. Surrounded by towering walls, you can feel so small and insignificant. But at the same time, the experience can be transcendental. Indeed, places like this are among some of the most beautiful I've seen anywhere in the world.
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Life is a series of steps. Things are done gradually. Once in a while there is a giant step,
but most of the time we are taking small, seemingly insignificant steps on the stairway of life.
~ Ralph Ransom
I am enjoying going over these images, reliving the excitement and wonder that I so clearly remember. Those first days I felt like a spinning top, shooting anything and everything. We were all so giddy to be THERE, to see wildlife, ANY wildlife, so up-close and personal. It was absolutely thrilling. And unbelievably, it only got better and better. This was THEIR world, not mine, and there was so much to see, so much to learn, so much to be grateful for, so much to marvel over. Nothing was insignificant or ordinary. I have thousands of images to go through, and every one feels like I am unwrapping a gift.
“Every creature was designed to serve a purpose. Learn from animals for they are there to teach you the way of life. There is a wealth of knowledge that is openly accessible in nature. Our ancestors knew this and embraced the natural cures found in the bosoms of the earth. Their classroom was nature. They studied the lessons to be learned from animals. Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun
Insignificant On Cosmic Scale But Godly In Uniqueness In Space-Time Continuum, First Sunset New Year New Decade New Era - IMRAN™
(My 97th Photo In Explore!)
What a joy to be able to live into another new year, another new decade, and, hopefully, a new era. I captured this beautiful first sunset of 2021 on Tampa Bay Florida at my blessed home in Apollo Beach.
It is an HDR image intended to capture the vivid vivacious vitality of this time in history.
In the grand scheme of things, it makes you think. Quite frankly, the moment is meaningless when seen on a cosmic scale — which is the backdrop of our time here on earth as humans, or as a species on a planet, or even as a planet in peril from its own inhabitants while it does its rounds around a fairly insignificant star called the sun. Even on a human scale it is a “non-event” — just a click that may not even register in the literally billions of photos that will have been taken between New Year’s Eve and the first night of 2021.
But here and now, the moment and the experience of this instant, it is a godly event — an absolutely unique spot, sight, and moment — in all of the infinite space-time continuum! Imagine that. I bow my head in gratitude to the Almighty, and in thanks to all of you for the love you gave, give, and will give me. Forever.
© 2021 IMRAN™
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Think to call them, chestnut headed swallow, would be better, as the wire tail is so insignificant.
These swallows nest under the nearby bridge, and are ready to start the next brood, the parents are trying to get to get youngsters to catch flying insects for themselves, but every now and then they relent to there voice, a quiet, with a soft chip call.....Length 14 Cm. Best viewed large!
Your visit and any comments are very appreciated, thank you....Tomx
L'église de style ottonien
Commencée à l'époque ottonienne vers 992, l'église a été consacrée en 1046.
L'église présente un haut chevet plat prolongé par une abside semi-circulaire qui, bien que de proportions non négligeables, semble petite en comparaison.
Le chevet plat, percé de quelques trous de boulin, présente trois petites fenêtres cintrées à sa base. Plus haut, il est percé d'un triplet composé de trois hautes fenêtres cintrées.
Le pignon du chevet plat laisse apparaître des poutres de bois en forme de ferme de charpente.
L'abside semi-circulaire, couverte d'un toit d'ardoises conique, présente une fenêtre basse, alignée sur celles du chevet plat, et une minuscule baie cintrée haut placée, presque sous la corniche.
Ottonian-style church
Begun in Ottonian times around 992, the church was consecrated in 1046.
The church has a high, flat apse extended by a semicircular apse which, although of not insignificant proportions, appears small in comparison.
The flat bedside, pierced with a few bowling holes, has three small arched windows at its base. Higher up, it is pierced with a triplet made up of three high arched windows.
The gable of the flat bedside reveals wooden beams in the form of a truss.
The semicircular apse, covered with a conical slate roof, has a low window, aligned with those of the flat apse, and a tiny arched bay high placed, almost under the cornice.
THOU SHALT NOT BE BURNED by Scylla Rhiadra
July/August 2026 exhibition
Nitroglobus Main hall
It's eggszackily two years since Scylla last exhibited at Nitroglobus, and I am delighted to welcome her back with another impressive and deeply personal exhibition: THOU SHALT NOT BE BURNED.
The title was taken from he bible, a reference that Scylla explores extensively in her accompanying description.
Life is a continuous journey of change. Some changes are small, while others profoundly shape who we are—both in our physical lives and in our Second Lives. Change can be joyful, unexpected, or even unsettling. As Scylla writes, if we read our lives backwards, how many seemingly insignificant moments gain new meaning in light of what followed, perhaps decades later? And how often are the most important turning points also among the quietest?
Once again, Scylla invites us to reflect, to question, and to discover. An intriguing exhibition, unmistakably à la Scylla.
Come and explore.
dido haas, owner/curator Nitroglobus
Once again my sincere thanks to David Silence for creating the classy professional poster based on Scylla's image.
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Opening party:
📅 Monday, 20 July 2026
🕛 12 PM SLT / 21:00 CET
🎵 Music by DJ Magda
taxi: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunshine%20Homestead/38/22...
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Desciption by the artist:
"When thou passest through the waters,
I will be with thee; and through the rivers,
they shall not overflow thee: when thou
walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be
burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon
thee." (Isaiah 43.2)
Generally, when we talk about undergoing a "transition," we are referencing what we have determined is, for some reason or another, a seminal moment, a change between one relatively static or stable identity or place to another. The whole notion of "transition" is, perhaps, built upon this idea of our lives as composed of chapters, of stillnesses that we can bracket off and that are broken at intervals by events that usher in some kind of new identity, or some new reality.
There's obviously a great deal of truth to this notion: such moments in time are indeed "transitions." But I want to suggest that every moment of our lives is in some sense or another a "transition," that our movement through time, and through experience, is really a succession of transitional moments. If we live we are never entirely at rest, even in sleep. And when we experience, see, talk, touch, dream, we are changed. We have transitioned.
If we read our lives backwards, how many apparently insignificant events take on a new significance in the context of what followed, perhaps decades later? How often are the most important transitional moments also among our quietest?
This exhibition is a celebration of those moments, of the times and places where they happen, whether these occur as the morning sun breaks the horizon, or when we feel the water lapping hungrily at our thighs. Every space in that sense can be a liminal space, a boundary or crossroads between what we were and what we become.
Change is proof of life; liminality is the state of being alive. We must walk through the waters unafraid, and through the fires, for they will not burn us. Every transition is a moment of becoming, and bears trace of what we were before. "The Child," wrote William Wordsworth, "is father of the Man":
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Every transition is a leaping, and a redemption.