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A small and seemingly insignificant little building facing St Stephen's Green, this is a little jewel of a church.
Newman was invited to Dublin by the Irish bishops to set up the Catholic University of Ireland. He built this little chapel in the grounds of the building on the right, which was used as a public hall. The church was consecrated on Ascension Day (1 May) 1856
I love when the sun creates this kind of natural spotlights, where little and insignificant plants have their 5 minutes of glory.
I couldn't resist testing the close-up capabilities of the Ideal 250/3 with this fantastic spotlight. Using Velvia 50 for it was a must.
More about Velvia 50, my favorite color slide film, in my blog.
Me encanta cuando el sol crea esta especie de focos naturales, con los que plantas pequeñas e insignificantes pueden gozar de sus 5 minutos de fama.
No pude resistir probar los primeros planos con la Ideal 250/3 con este fantástico foco. Utilizar Velvia 50 para la toma era obligatorio.
Más sobre Velvia 50, mi película de diapositivas en color favorita, en mi blog.
(Ideal 250/3, Fujichrome Velvia 50, ISO 50/18°)
Woke up ridiculously early on Sunday and went for a walk. Oh, and the title is inspired by the wonderfully amazing and yet totally insignificant book 'The Hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy - Douglas Adams'.
American World War II matchbooks, advertising war bonds on one side, with propaganda on the other. Down with the bad guys! Fuck yeah!
Soviet propaganda poster from the 1980s. The caption at the bottom reads: "Party", referring to the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.
I think that it is human nature to feel a certain irreplaceable sentiment towards what we grew up with. After all, childhood is typically a time filled with fantasy and innocence, and once it's gone, there is no other period in our lives quite like it. But that being said, often this attachment creates a strong bias and we find ourselves looking at the new and unfamiliar changes that are bound to occur with disdain and contempt. This is no exception when it comes to the world of dollies. For a time, I definitely felt this way about the Barbies that appeared after my time as a child. Since I always grew up with secondhand dolls, it was easy to feel a connection towards the dollies of generations past. But after a five year hiatus from my plastic friends, I did not feel such warmth towards this new era that was foreign and mysterious to me. It was 2011 when my adult doll collecting journey began. Even though I had only refrained from buying dolls for five years, which in the grand scheme of life is quite insignificant, so much had changed. As I wandered the doll aisles for the first time in years, what I saw was almost unrecognizable. Barbie had new friends, new molds, new clothes, new packaging, and so did the rest of the dolly brands I encountered. I wasn't sure what to make of it all, or how I felt about it.
I recall that these first few encounters were conflicting. On the one hand, the part of me that naturally resists change and frowns upon the unknown felt repulsed by what I saw. But deep down, that inner dolly fanatic couldn't help but be curious. She couldn't stop herself from craving, wanting, lusting, and desiring these new Barbies. Even Colleen, who was always far more adamant that the "old was superior to the new" had to admit that some of these updated faces and ideas were too cool. And I recall there were many instances when we voiced that "We would have loved this set as kids," or "I wish I had this when I was younger." Most notably, we connected with the strong sisterly theme that stapled the Barbie franchise together. In the early 2000s, Skipper and Stacie slowly faded away, and even disappeared altogether for a brief time. But this dawning of the new decade brought with it a resurgence of family focus. There were so many sister sets and separately sold family dolls. And even though admittedly I was a tad bit offended that Kelly had been replaced by Chelsea, I was still glad to see Barbie had a younger sister represented. This made the 2010s Barbies so much more fun than I ever could have imagined. As kids, we yearned to collect all the sister dolls we could get our hands on, and it never lost novelty when Colleen and I bought a family set and divied up the dolls between us. The possibilities seemed endless, and I felt my inner 12 year old mind reeling with all the potential. We would have had a blast with that Sisters Go Camping! Camper. Colleen would have had a slew of Skipper and Stacie dolls to choose from. It wouldn't have been so easy for her to buy them all up in a short space of time, like it was when we were younger, since there are just so many available nowadays. And maybe that's what I loved most of all about this new side of Barbie. It made her world so much more fascinating knowing that there would be plenty to keep Colleen busy. I often felt bad growing up that I was always so easy to please and quick to be distracted/occupied by whatever dolls were on the market, whereas Colleen's natural interests were so much more limited and restrained. It was an awesome feeling going to the store for the first time in years, and each getting to pick out a doll we wanted so badly (like the time she picked out Sisters' Fun Day Stacie, aka Clara, and I got my Dead Tired re-release Cleo).
I think the major difference between the later years of our childhood collection and our present day one is the amount of focus we put on purchasing dolls brand new in the store. 2002 to 2004 was a time we spent buying brand new dolls nearly every weekend on our excursions with Dad. We therefore had lots of fairly up to date playsets, clothes, and dolls in our collection. But even so, I'd still say that a fair amount of what we decided to get was considered mildly out of date. Our resurgence back into dolls has been marked quite differently. While there were bouts of time we spent hunting stores for certain dolls, like Monster High, Moxie Girlz, and the latest Bratz, our Barbie collection for the most part remained mostly secondhand. It seemed a bit silly to buy the dolls brand new for more money, when they rarely went on good sales, when it was only a matter of time before they turned up discarded at the flea market in hardly played with condition. I think a lot of people confuse this absence of modern Barbies in my collection as a lack of interest, when that's not the case at all. In fact, I'd say the approach we have toward Barbies these days is very reminiscent of my early childhood. And in a way, that makes me that much fonder of my newer ladies and gents. For instance, my Life in the Dreamhouse Barbie isn't all that different from my very first doll, 1989 Ice Capades Barbie (aka Christina). Both were used, abused, and abandoned within the first few years of life. Christina was left half bald and without a trace of her clothes, and Life in the Dreamhouse Barbie had a strange burn hole through her dress that melted part of her stomach. Likewise, many of my earliest Fashionistas dolls were in various stages of mutilation when I rescued them from flea market lots, despite the fact they were not even five years old at the time. The feeling I get when I see a doll that is still sold in stores, sitting in a disheveled, neglected state at the flea market is one that cannot be compared to. It breaks my heart, whether the doll looks so mint, that it was obvious she was never truly loved, or whether she was tormented during her brief stint in life. And sadly it seems that these days more and more dolls are unloved, unwanted, and under appreciated by children who would rather play with a tablet or phone than interact with a plastic doll.
For this reason, I have a soft spot for the newer Barbies that isn't quite like how I feel for any of the other prior decades. And to top it off, most collectors also have little to no interest in this new generation. It's far more often I see scathing reviews ripping Barbie apart, than I see happy smiles and kind words towards these dolls. To some extent, I understand..after all, there is no shame in feeling fondness for what you grew up with. And to be fair, these newer dolls come with their share of issues--molded/painted clothes, hollow bodies, glue laden hair, recycled/repackaged faces, and generic, dull packaging. It's easy to overlook all the wonderful things that this decade of Barbie has offered that other generations lacked, but if you look close enough, you'll find so much to appreciate. Never before have I seen such diversity in a Barbie line. You can get tall Barbies, short Barbies, curvy Barbies, and dolls with every skin color under the sun. There are dolls with half shaven heads, man buns, and even Ken has body mold diversity. The sophistication of articulation has also increased with dolls like the Made to Move line that can literally sit cross-legged and touch their chins. And let's not forget that Barbie's accessories and playsets have also updated--she has a house that you can talk to. As a kid, it was so hard to find African American dolls, and growing up in the 90s/2000s, it was far easier for me than children of the 60s, 70s, and 80s. Barbie's family members were the only true mold diversity. But nowadays, Barbie herself can take on so many forms. I think it's easy to focus on what is lacking from the current Barbie franchise, but once you redirect, it's plain to see how far she's come, and for the better, even if she does miss the mark from time to time.
No matter how Barbie evolves, or even if she's discontinued one day because nobody cares anymore, I'll always have a warm place for her in my heart and memories. Barbie was the one that started it all for me, even though my first doll was nothing flashy or exotic. She was the staple, the backbone of our doll games. And furthermore, getting back into dolls in 2011 would not have been nearly as exciting were it not for Barbie still being around. Some of my dolls from the 2010s are the most special in my collection, and in a way they really aren't all that different from my childhood companions. The Dolls of the World line was still in full swing back in 2011, when I purchased my very first store bought Barbie in half a decade--2011 India Barbie. When I freed her from her package that December night, she made me feel the same way my 1995 DOTW Indian Barbie, aka Nova, did back in 2003 when I got her at the flea market. And who could forget two of the dolls that I quite literally drool over every time I see them--Hair-Tastic! Color & Design Salon and 2011 Fashionistas Barbie?!! Even though these dolls were only out for a brief time compared to the other dolls from past decades I've coveted, I still feel that same magic when a doll I ogled at stores pops up at the local flea market. I was over the moon when I got Designable Hair, I Can Be...TV Chef Barbie, and my very first Barbie Basics doll. I'll never forget those early days of rediscovering my love for dolls, and the way this generation of Barbie still sparked my imagination and fueled this passion further. I've come to see that dolls are dolls, no matter what time frame they originated from or what brand they are. If I had to survive in a world where only present day Barbies existed, I know I'd still be a happy, fulfilled collector. At the end of the day, it's not really about the dolls themselves, but the memories you make and the attitude you choose to have towards them, and I know my collection would feel a bit lonely without my 2010s friends.
These look rather insignificant. They are hallucagenic and in this field I saw more than I had seen in over 30 years, there were thousands of them. These specimens are a bit past their best. I left them in situ.. I knew one person who had a really bad trip on these, I spent hours looking after him.
The light was awful as a thick cloud cover happened .
Bishop's Wood North Near Loggerheads Staffordshire UK 9th October 2015
part of a new project ; insignificant.
All photos taken on iPhone 6
Macro x10
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Ginkgo biloba (prehistoric tree) 2020 photo - Common Name: Maidenhair tree, Size at 10 years: 60x50ft., Fan shaped leaves, insignificant flower, USDA Hardiness Zone 3, In Garden Bed U3 for 22.8 YEARS (-). Planted in 1997.
Missouri Botanical Garden: Ginkgo biloba is a large, deciduous tree that matures to 100' tall and is considered to be a living fossil. It is the only surviving member of a group of ancient plants believed to have inhabited the earth up to 150 million years ago. It features distinctive two-lobed, somewhat leathery, fan-shaped, rich green leaves with diverging (almost parallel) veins. Leaves turn bright yellow in fall. Ginkgo trees are commonly called maidenhair trees in reference to the resemblance of their fan-shaped leaves to maidenhair fern leaflets (pinnae). Ginkgos are dioecious (separate male and female trees). Nurseries typically sell only male trees (fruitless), because female trees produce seeds encased in fleshy, fruit-like coverings which, at maturity in autumn, are messy and emit a noxious, foul odor upon falling to the ground and splitting open.
Have one on the NE fenceline and another near the birdhouse garden in front. Makes you think. Leaves are used to make “extracts” that are used as medicine. Oldest living tree species. Can live as long as 1,000 years and grow to a height of 120 feet.
pruh-nuhn-see-ey-shuh n: GINK-oh by-LOE-buh
#Ginkgo #Maidenhairtree
Additional photos of this plant:
I like the idea of asking for a discount of what is perceived...or at least a new way of looking at what is around us.
Estefania, Sinyora e dama mia... si vos dic que sou la més bella, creieu-me si us plau, que ho faig ben lluny d'adular-vos e d'apropar-me a la veritat que sou. Doncs havent voltat aquest insignificant home que teniu al davant e que no val res sense Déu ni Vos, e indagades totes les possibles direcsions e camins que permeten les trajectóries d'aquest esféric e enredat món, vos diré que al meu costat, són insignificant lesfors e gesta de los que han fet los grans prohoms de tota la historia esta, comparats ab los que he emprès jo, a la reserca de la genuina bellesa que no superen ni los viatges del Marco Polo, les campanyes de lo Gran Alexandre, les generacions de navegants vikings, ni totes les migrasions juntes de morses, foques balenes, pingüins, mosques, abelles, caderneres, tortugues d'aigua e les que no, sebres, ánecs, eugues, caxalots, marsopes e taurons, sardines e saitons, e les sues descendéncies, ni los crestians evangelistes ni los seus fidels seguidors, ni los pelegrins moros ni los fills de Buda grocs, ni totes les ombres juntes de los hómens que han viscut e viuran en lo món generació rera generació... Dupto Sinyora mia que puguin haver fet tantes llegües i recorregut tan tros, com les que hagi pogut fer jo!!! Així que ab tota aquesta meua experiènsia traginera, venturosa e viatjosa, tot e que ser dura me ressulta profitossa e a la mateixa hora coratjossa, per poder-vos assegurar mia Sinyora que de tot lo món, la més bella sou Vos!!! Només em resta arribar al sol tot havent deixat lluny la lluna e Venus, peró ni fins los confins de l'univers en constant expansió no crec que la sua bellesa es vegi ombrivejada per aquests indrets Divins!!! Vos sou far, sou guiatge de virtuts, camí ral i dret, mestratge de saber, portadora de llum eterna, encomanadora de gràcia, quintaesséncia e elixir, lo Sant Gradal, segona dona després de Maria, madonna renaixentista, llac d'aigües plásides on s'emmirallen les ondines, alé de ma vida que existeix per només contemplar lo vostre rostre dols, oriflama del meu cor.
Voltades també la Seca e la Meca, los inóspits racons de les Valls d'Andorra, del Tibet, de los Andes, Apenins e del Atles fins tot lo Sinaí, des de la terra asteca fins la Xina més groga —on vaig perdre fins la gorra— recorrent-me la sua muralla en tantes direccions e en no menos ocasions com los fugaços estels mos surquen los sels en totes les sues posibles combinasions, remenades també he les Índies e los palaus de los sultans, les arenes de les aràbies e de les ciutats de les moràvies més humils e benestans. Escorcollats los rius, afluents, cataractes del Niàgara e los afluents desembocadors ab los caimans americans e les sargantanes mississipines, les amasóniques papallones e los animalescos cosins e cosines. De les hortes valensianes, les barraques e escorcollades, e interrogades les plantasions de los tomàquets, tarongers, esqueroles e los ensiams, també los e regirat tots, e capgirades e podades fins a les palmeres jamaicanes —les novelles e les ansianes— de los trópics fins lo Pol Nord. Sota los cocoters sudafricans també he buscat, espolvorejats los deserts del Gobi, enlairades les astruses e remenades sues plomes en tots los sinc continents, investigats los interiors dels canelonni italians e venesians, exfoliades les lassanyes, les pizzes trossejades e destortellats los tortellini. Remogudes les piramidals pedres egípcies e després tornades a muntar, e dragat lo Nil cent vegades e apartades les arenes de l'Egipte e tornades a posar. Buidats e tornats a omplir de tinta los calamars eceànics mundials, tot encara més que no us comento de les meues aventures a la requesta de femenina hermosura que sos puga comparar, e mai de los mais fins ara, he vist tanta finura e á més tant ben ressolta en tota sua hermosura com la sabeu demostrar, dons Vos la teniu tota, e lo Parnás se queda buit, l'Olimp orfe de flor més bella e lo Paradís ben mut de lo que digueren d'Adam e Eva, que s'apartin les Nefertitis, les Salomés e Cleopatres, que no teniu competénsia ab aquestes e ni en cap d'altres. Sou només Vos, la resta vos imita e no vos arriba ni a l'altura de los talons! Totom on é estat me na parlat de Vos!!!
"Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing."
Have you ever looked at something so small and seemingly insignificant and realize... It is your world? It may not be much to anyone else, but... These little bean toes, are everything to me.
This seemingly insignificant cave has a somewhat infamous history.
The mouth of the cave is fifty five feet wide and it sets at the base of a thirty five foot rock cliff. Near the waters edge of the Ohio River the cave would be hard to access if not for the stairs and elevated walkway that now lead to it.
First discovered by M. de Lery of France, in 1729. It was called caverne dans Le Roc.
Following the Revolutionary War, it became the ideal lair for outlaws, bandits and river pirates who preyed on the people traveling along the Ohio River.
In 1790 counterfeiters Philip Alston and John Duff ( John McElduf ) used the cave as some type of rendezvous, though details are scarce.
In 1797 Samuel Mason converted the cavern into a tavern which he called the Cave-In-Rock.
Mason sent his cohorts upriver to befriend travelers with offers of help and guidance. As they neared the cave, they would disable their boats or force them into the hollow, where they were robbed or worse. Few victims lived.
In the early 1800's after the demise of the Mason Gang, the cave sheltered the Harpe Brothers, a pair of killers fleeing execution in Kentucky. From here they continued their reign of thievery and murder in Illinois.
By the mid 1830s westward expansion and the steady growth in the local population had destroyed or driven out the “river rats” and the cave began to serve as temporary shelter for other pioneers on their way west.
In 1929, the State of Illinois acquired 64.5 acres for a park
The cave served as a backdrop for the movie “How The West Was Won.” The scene was a near-accurate portrayal of how bandits used the cave in the 18th and 19th centuries.
A Virginia Creeper—vine—climbing on a fence post and barbed wire…Flowers in late fall but the tiny white flowers are insignificant as far as their aesthetic value …the foliage is the star of this plant turning scarlet in autumn.
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ISO100, 1/2000 sec, f/2.8 @ 200mm
I'm so tired, an epic morning driving to the Sunshine Coast to photograph the sunrise (will have pics of that in the coming days).
Highly recommended by everyone. Ever.
The tiny, almost insignificant flower buds of the Aucuba Japonica Crotonifolia showing alongside the final red berries.
Top left are the buds of next spring's flowers.
A metaphor for our fragile planet, our home, our earth, the only place we can go.
PALE BLUE DOT
Karl Sagan said: "We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you know, everyone you love, everyone you've ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines. Every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish this pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."
First posted on October 5, 2007.
and from NASA, see
www.flickr.com/photos/gsfc/4542423536/sizes/m/in/photostr...
I don't know if anyone will have worked it out from the subtle clues dotted around my photostream...but I'm rather fond of the Edinburgh Fringe...to put it mildly?
Why do I love the Fringe? Well....that would take wayyyyyyyyyy too long to answer in full. However, one far from insignificant reason is that (largely through my photography) I've met many interesting and talented performers, and some of them have become friends.
This lady is an actress called Natalie Haverstock, and is definitely in the "friend" category. I first met her at the 2004 Fringe in a show called "Durang, Durang", which also featured two other Fringe friends (Hi Erica and Phil!) who I met in 2001. You see how connections start to build up?
Anyway, this is from an excellent show called "Howard and Mimi" at the 2007 Edinburgh Fringe, which Natalie not only appeared in, but also co-produced, along with its talented writer, a lady called Caroline Gold (who is also definitely in the "friend" category...although we only met for the first time on the day I took these shots).
Now....I know what you're thinking, I would say it was an excellent show, after all, some friends were involved. Shame on you for doubting my critical judgement! I learned a few days ago that "Howard and Mimi" has just won Best Play at the (London) Fringe Report Awards. Woo-Hoo! See! I told you it was excellent!
Oh...and this production also features Phil Lawrence as Howard (remember the Phil I mentioned earlier...same one!).
So, in honour of their triumph, I've given this shot a little sprinkling of Photoshop magic. :-)
You can find the official website of the play here:
But wait....there's even more Fringe fans.
Remember Erica? How could you forget, she'll be crushed! Well, as well as being a talented actress, Erica is also a theatrical producer these days and is co-producing a show called Totally Looped, which stars the likes of Phill Jupitus, Marcus Brigstoke, Sanjeev Baskar....and Natalie (as well as several other performers).
Apparently not ALL theatrical folks are nice people, but it seems I've been very lucky in only meeting ones who are. :-)
Oh....and you can see another shot of Natalie from this show, here:
or if you prefer Black and White:
"Become dust with me, insignificant and everywhere
for I will love you even after your marrow has become a whisper
and your bones; nothing but the snickering of gravel.
Let us soak in the spaces our shadows left behind.
Your skeleton, laced with mine, I will tie your soul to my ankles
and know what it is like to step into a dream.
And you will try on my backbone and see how bad it hurt the day
you said you were calling it quits. "
- Alysia Harris.
look up "death poem" by this woman. it's magnificent .
flickr sharpening you biatch...
Going out tonight :) holla