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"Euclid's Elements is certainly one of the greatest books ever written, and one of the most perfect monuments of the Greek intellect."
Bertrand Russell, A History of Western Philosophy, p. 211
My entry in the preliminary round of the 2018 Bio-Cup, of course! I was set from the start on offering something entirely original. After a days or two muddling through various unsatisfying 'elements' from alchemy, technology, and science, I suddenly recalled the Greek mathematician Euclid's authorship of the landmark geometry textbook entitled Elements, and knew I would depict him. In a Bionicle twist, he now wields Geometry powers in addition to his trademark compass and straightedge! I look forward to your thoughts, hope you enjoy, and wish my fellow participants good luck in the Bio-Cup!
This is a dedication and thank you to Venicio Armin
Thank you, my friend, Venicio
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Best Movie songs of all time – for you Venicio
There is no greater gift in life than the gift of Love. Love comes in many forms to us. Love in its purest form, free of attachment to any outcome. Just a genuine desire to enhance other’s lives and to give of oneself in a selfless way. It can come to us in the Gift of Friendship.
I have always known that love transcends time and space and that no matter where we are in this vast universe, energy can be felt across the cosmos from those that we encounter. Every now and then such an intense exchange of energy takes place between two souls, it is powerful beyond words. At these times I am always in awe of the magnificence of this world and of people’s hearts and minds. To be able to sense and feel another person whom you have never met or seen is quite remarkable to experience.
This is dedicated to my dearest friend Venicio who continues to touch my soul to the depths of my core. I lose count how many times when I open mail or read his posts when my mind is not opened in ways that provoke all kinds of imaginings. His poetic ability to piece together the written word in such a way that it is like a magnificent orchestra that plays the most beautiful of harmonies that my heart cannot help but sing to.
That first spark of emotion that brings me to tears is a beautiful experience, I take in the beauty savouring my tears against my flesh as they roll down my face. My heart fills with overwhelming gratitude and love at these times. Venicio has the ability to evoke such deep emotions within me on a regular basis. Venicio, you bring a light and joy into my life that no one has done for me in such a very long time.
How does a person continue to provoke such emotion in another? Venicio does this time and time again and I am so truly blessed and honoured that he takes time to mail me directly in personal emails. These emails have become such a treasured chest of the greatest wealth that no amount of money can buy.
How blessed that I am on the receiving end of this man’s talent and beauty and receive the gift of his friendship in such profound ways. I am truly honoured and so very grateful for the gift of friendship from this amazing soul whom I have come to love deeply through our written words to one another. Our sharing of private messages has been and is a great blessing in my life. The sharing of words is not of any kind of romantic nature, it is simply two souls in an exchange of heart, soul and minds merging with one another. It is truly the most magnificent experience with Venicio.
Venicio continues to open a whole new world of vocabulary that never ceases to amaze me since English is not his first language. I find myself regularly having to google the meaning of a word or google a phrase or an event that I have never heard of before that he might reference.
His vast mind, intelligence and knowledge is like an encyclopedia. I am truly just a humble woman and lack the intellectual skills and often fail miserably in my attempts to respond to such greatness. Beyond this incredible intellect of Venicio – is a man of true depth of heart and soul. A beautiful soul who reached out to me privately some years ago now with profound words that touched me deeply – he continues to do this over the years.
It is such a rare gift to find in a soul on this planet, that unique combination of talent – his talent in all honesty is that of Brilliance! this alone is such a rarity to find in a person but his ability to open his heart, share so much with me and he comes from that deep core – that place that only a person who has known great suffering can speak from. He speaks with compassion, integrity, and honesty, he is raw in his emotions, and this is a rare quality in any individual.
I am in constant awe and gratitude to you Venicio – words regularly fail me when it comes to responding to you. A brilliant mind, a remarkable man and I want you to know that I love you from the depths of my core and thank you for all that you bring to my life. My life is truly richer because of you, you bring the ‘sound of music’ to my life through your written words like no other has ever had the ability to do.
This poem is still today one of the most beautiful poems to me, – I gained permission from the author many years ago to use this poem where needed (without gain or profit).
Venicio – stand with me on the edge and let’s shout at the silvery moon – we have both stood on the edge and shouted to that silvery moon and we have not run or hidden from our pain – instead embraced it and slap it in the face and fight to climb that mountain once more.
“The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure
of being alive!
It doesn’t interest me what “planets are squaring your moon”.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals -- or, have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to “hide it” or
“Fade it” or “fix it”.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and
let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes! -- without cautioning us to “be
careful”, “be realistic”, or to “remember the limitations of being human”.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another -- to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful, and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can
source your life from God’s presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours, and mine, and still stand on the edge of a
lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the
bone -- and do what needs to be done -- for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me -- and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or “with whom you have studied”.
I want to know what sustains you -- from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep -
- in the empty moments.
You have done just that Venicio - sat with me in my vulnerability, when I have been naked and raw in my emotions and not shivered away or tried to fix or save me.
We have my friend stood naked in the sense of removing all masks and veils of concealment with one another. That is such a rare gift between two souls. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all that you are and all that you bring to my life.
I wonder sometimes how God blessed me the day you came into my life. Bless You Venicio ♥
Some people go to the theater just to be seen; then there’s Paolo Giannotti, who tells the theater’s story from the inside, bringing to light anecdotes that would make even the most austere private boxes blush.
In this shot, Paolo is savoring a well-deserved moment of triumph after shaking up the Guglielmi Theater in Massa for its 140th anniversary. His show, 'The performance is suspended because the power went out' (based on his book of the same name—a must-read for anyone wanting to avoid being just another 'provincial nobody'), was a smash hit. It reminded everyone that culture isn’t some dusty relic, but something alive, pulsing, and damn funny.
Writer, historian, journalist, and occasional 'shaman' of local traditions, Paolo is that rare figure who can talk about city history without making you check your watch every five minutes. Here you see him in full 'Paco Ignacio Taibo II' mode, ready to enjoy the smoke of a victory that’s still burning bright.
A small note on the photo: I took this shot some time ago. I’m publishing it now because timing is everything in irony, as it is in art. I have always captured his charisma through his gaze, his cigar, and his intellect. I guess I simply saw it coming.
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These, of course, are the seed heads, or pods, of poppies, splendid things in their own right and here flourishing in one of two old rowing boats put to use as raised flower beds in Gordon Gardens, Gravesend.
They may also be the physical manifestations of intellects of incalculable wisdom who, if we would only take the time to ask them, could tell us where we are going so horribly wrong. We will never know.
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The other day, a Flickr friend e-mailed and asked me (rhetorically, I'm sure) how we got to be such good friends. I don't have a lot of time to deal with that question at the moment but... here's my theory.
Flickr (like other online communities) allows us to relate to one another almost solely on the basis of our intellects. It's largely unencumbered by the weight of physicality.... and therefore easier, with less obligation.
I have more to say on the topic, but no time to write right now.
If you wanna share your own thoughts, please fire away. I'd love to see this from your perspective.
Date: July 2009
Medium: Digital Photography Montage
Dimensions: w 24” x h 24” (Larger and Smaller Sizes Available)
© 2009 Tony DeVarco
"Claritas, 'radiance' or 'spendor' is the unique and present essence of the thing itself. It is both the pleasure and truth of each aspect and the universal qualities in the whole – its brilliance and luminosity. Claritas is the quality that allows beauty to illuminate its beholder, where intellect and intuition converge in its encounter".
Bonnie DeVarco, "Aesthetics of the Connective Mind."
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~Oscar Wilde
This is probably my favorite quote of all time, well at least, a variation on it. I first heard it in college when my best friend told me I should always "Expect the unexpected", and there really is no arguing with him! Even now, when something kind of crazy or really out of the ordinary happens, I think back to these words.
So back to the HDRs now! I took a few sets over the past couple days. This one is from the Waterfront, just outside of Pittsburgh. There is one of those big movie theatres, and tons of little shops and stores.
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Pawns.
Rettferdig sammenstilling avkledde spørsmål som overbevisende krefter farlig forvirrende ansettelsesunderholdning,
поиск убеждений исследования знания отсутствующие мыслительные результаты обыскивание палат секретные помещения нечетные адмиралы,
déposés travaux forcés dessins ingénieux inapplicable école guesser années raisonnement analyse précis intellect simpletons demande,
استدالات الأحاديث الخاصة الوثنية الأمثلة الضخمة حقائق عامة زراعة زراعي المبالغة في المبالغة,
scoperte rubate comode azioni penzolanti limiti energetici limiti sagaci muovendo sproporzioni divisioni spinte sprezzanti,
περίπλοκες αρχές μυστηριώδη προβλήματα αμηχανία μεταφυσική προσοχή άκρες εξέταση εγγράφων συμπεράσματα υπερβολικά,
狂ったアイデアを神経質に感じることはありませんか狂気の狂った狂気のひどい拷問された物語は、詳細を派生させます狂った狂気の狂気のひどい拷問された物語は大事にされた.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Alter Ego: Pascal
Name: Unknown
Allegiance: Neutral
Powers:
* Area Pressure Control
* Immunity to his own powers
* Super Strength and durability
* No need for sustenance
* Can survive the vacuum of space and underwater depths
* Alien Mentality (Telepathy, Memory, Intelligence)
* Can integrate and upgrade metal substances with its own morphology and intellect becoming one with it. It can even adapt powers to go with its new form.
Weapons:
* Armoured diving suit
Key Weakness: His movement speed is decreased drastically when he uses his powers.
Origin:
Pascal is an alien virus that traveled to Earth to avoid destruction by intergalactic scientists. When it landed on Earth it arrived in Avalon City aquarium where it sought out a host immediately. It took possession of an old Diver Suit, integrating with the metal. It began to work its alien self inside the suit reanimating and upgrading it beyond belief, even adapting powers after reading the history on the monument. The virus doesn’t speak so it’s intentions are unclear but it seems to be trying to integrate itself with the indestructible metal, Destrite.
By photographing your loved ones, you remind yourself that they are mortal. And all the moments, lovely laughs, and delicious meals you share— will eventually end.
I photograph Cindy, with the full awareness that she will die. I will die. I photograph her as a reminder to myself to appreciate my (brief) time on earth with her. And my ultimate hope in photographing Cindy and promoting ‘personal photography’ is to teach photographers:
Don’t take your loved ones for granted.
Photograph your loved ones like today is going to be their last. Or photograph your loved ones like today is your last.
Simple ways to get started:
1. Photograph with your smartphone
Photograph your loved ones with your smartphone, and whenever you hit the shutter— remind yourself, “This is a wonderful moment. I appreciate every second with them. This will not last forever.”
2. Tell your loved ones that you love them
Whenever I photograph Cindy, I compliment her on her beauty, intellect, and child-like curiosity. I almost use photography as an excuse to show my appreciation for her.
3. Make the photos beautiful
To the best of your ability; try to make the most artistic, beautiful photographs of your loved ones. Who knows, maybe one day you might use that image as their altar-piece. Also, if your loved ones pass before you do, at least you will have beautiful images of them, to uplift your soul when you are grieving.
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Conclusion: Photograph with your heart
I don’t meant to depress you, scare you, or be so macabre.
However, I just want to urge you: photograph your loved ones, because your time together on earth is brief.
Be strong,
Eric
Ganesha, also known as Ganapati and Vinayaka, is one of the best-known and most worshipped deities in the Hindu pantheon. His image is found throughout India, Sri Lanka and Nepal. Hindu sects worship him regardless of affiliations. Devotion to Ganesha is widely diffused and extends to Jains and Buddhists.
Although he is known by many attributes, Ganesha's elephant head makes him easy to identify. Ganesha is widely revered as the remover of obstacles, the patron of arts and sciences and the deva of intellect and wisdom. As the god of beginnings, he is honoured at the start of rituals and ceremonies. Ganesha is also invoked as patron of letters and learning during writing sessions. Several texts relate mythological anecdotes associated with his birth and exploits and explain his distinct iconography.
Ganesha emerged as a distinct deity in the 4th and 5th centuries AD, during the Gupta period, although he inherited traits from Vedic and pre-Vedic precursors. He was formally included among the five primary deities of Smartism (a Hindu denomination) in the 9th century. A sect of devotees called the Ganapatya arose, who identified Ganesha as the supreme deity. The principal scriptures dedicated to Ganesha are the Ganesha Purana, the Mudgala Purana, and the Ganapati Atharvashirsa. Brahma Purana and Brahmanda Purana are other two Puranic genre encyclopedic texts that deal with Ganesha.
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"If the cut of the costume indicates intellect and talent, then the color indicates temper and heart." ~ Carlyle, Thomas
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Excerpt from japan-guide.com:
Chionji Temple (智恩寺) is a temple at the southern entrance of the Amanohashidate Sandbar. Part of the Rinzai School of Japanese Zen Buddhism, the temple houses one of Japan's "Three Important Statues of Monju Bosatsu", the Buddhist god of wisdom and intellect. As such, students and other visitors come to the temple to pray for both wisdom and academic and personal success. They purchase special fortunes (omikuji) shaped like folding fans, which many people leave hanging from pine trees all around the temple grounds.
Other important structures around the temple are a large entrance gate and a two-story tahoto style pagoda, which was built in the 1500s and is the oldest structure on the temple grounds. Chionji is also the site of the tomb of Izumi Shikibu, a famous female poet from the Heian Period (710-1185).
Voici l'intégralité de notre manifeste, structuré pour un impact maximal. C’est une architecture qui va de la chair (le pharynx) jusqu’aux confins de la Vrajadiamantalité.
LA CHAINE DE LA FOUDRE : De la Réalité à la Superintrondulation
L'Échelle des Réalités :
* Réalité : Le Samsara. Un mur solide, un "je" figé, un esclavage tranquille.
* Êtralité : Le même Samsara, mais la limite commence à clignoter. Elle apparaît, elle disparaît. On sourit car on pressent la supercherie.
* Non-dualité : La limite s'effondre partout. Début de la notion de Champ.
* Étalité : Notre monde devient un champ. Une nappe de conscience pure où tout est étalé sur la même fréquence de vide.
* Champalité : Notre univers de trillions de mondes se révèle comme un seul et même Champ.
* Diamantalité : Tous les univers possibles fusionnent en une structure claire, indestructible et tranchante.
* Vrajadiamantalité : Le point de Superintrondulation. Le diamant n’est plus statique : il ondule sur lui-même à une vitesse infinie, enroulant chaque point de l’espace dans l’éternité.
L'Outil de l'Opérateur :
Ne cherchez pas à comprendre avec votre intellect de surface. Devenez comme le nourrisson qui s'abandonne à la vibration originelle.
Utilisez le Mantra comme un outil à penser. Sentez le repli membraneux de votre pharynx devenir le point de départ de la transmission. Cette vibration n'est pas un message, c'est une focale.
Pensez-vibre. Vibre-pense.
Notre conscience primordiale, le Rigpa, est le grand créateur de tout cela. La réalité devant vous n'est que la projection d'un des trillons de trillons de mondes au sein des différents trillons d'univers que contient le Rigpa.
L'avertissement est simple : si l'on saisit un monde (comme nous avons l'habitude de le faire par peur ou par habitude), on se coupe de tous les autres. À chaque dixième de seconde, la réalité vraie — parce que claire — s'offre à nous. Ne saisissez rien. Laissez la vibration briser la coque.
PAX Urale
“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” - Carl Jung
Macro Monday project – 02/23/15
"Twist"
"There exists in life an overwhelming, soul-dwelling understanding of nature, inherent in the human mind. Senses, and the very notion of feeling, thought, and guts, are entirely too primitive to comprehend all of nature's greatness and absolute wonder. It's like the intuitive "knowing" of love; the conceptual feeling, the expression, and its undeniable "magical" feeling. You know that feeling in the innermost depths of your being---it's like the only thing great enough in this world to be able to actually brush against your soul. It's above everyday senses, and it shatters the finite bounds of all intellect, and logical comprehension."
- Unknown
Camera: Nikon D800
Lens: Nikkor 50mm f1.2 AIS MF Lens
Filters: Lee Circular Polarizer + Lee 0.6 ND Grad Filter
Location: Upper Lake, Wicklow, Ireland
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Yesterday, I described the crazy escape the Intellect's band made from a fierce California wildfire. Little did we know, but Sasquatch was summering in Amador County and was also forced to flee the fire. He chased us northward through the valley like a Chattanooga dog. He showed up at our gig with his Gibson Les Paul guitar and demanded to take the stage. Turns out he was a heckuva guitar player but he couldn't sing for beans.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Grass Valley CA
Building My Wings 222/365
If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or, "I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore..." Well, that's nonsense. You're going to miss life. You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.
- Ray Bradbury
This is the hill that I tried to climb on Day 200, but it was so windy I bailed! Well - as you can see - today I made it!!! Accompanied by my lovely friend Amy, we climbed what must have been the steepest hill to ever exist (it felt like we were climbing a wall at times!) and got to the top! This was by far the scariest shoot in this whole project - there was so much dress, one wrong move and I was done for! But hey - I'd have just built my wings on the way down, right?! ;)
The magistrate Sétiziat (1757-1847) was David’s brother-in-law and friend. The tone is informal, and the background deliberately appears unfinished - an extensions of traditional technique, used in a novel manner. David rejected uniform finish on artistic and moral principles: high finish was unnecessary, carrying with it the suspicion of appealing to the senses, rather than the intellect. This is an early example of David’s Spartan aesthetic, which would become more pronounced with time, as his view of Art was influenced by the politics of the French revolution and its calls for political and moral reform.
Trying out each of the 3 starters although I already know I want to go Nomad and have him go as full out melee.
Corporate, if I play, is all intellect and tech.
Passion, dullness, fury, sadness,
or fear should not always be owned.
They are short circumstances for now,
for the human intellect when at loss.
There are days as it comes and goes,
nothing that shifts on and off will remain.
Valerie
A serene photograph of the Huntington Library captures its grandeur framed by manicured gardens, classical architecture, and sunlit skies. The image shows the Beaux-Arts-style building standing proudly amidst the lush greenery of San Marino, California, with visitors strolling along its stone pathways. The contrast between the formal structure and the soft natural surroundings conveys a sense of harmony between art, knowledge, and nature—a core philosophy behind the Huntington’s founding vision.
The Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens was established in 1919 by Henry E. Huntington, a railroad magnate and avid collector of rare books and art. What began as a private estate gradually transformed into one of the most important cultural and research institutions in the United States. The library houses millions of rare manuscripts, including a Gutenberg Bible and early editions of Shakespeare’s works, while the adjoining galleries contain works by Thomas Gainsborough, Mary Cassatt, and other masters.
Its significance lies not only in its preservation of historic texts and artwork but also in its role as a vibrant center for education and scholarship. With its stunning botanical gardens featuring collections from Japan, China, the desert, and beyond, the Huntington offers a multidisciplinary experience that attracts researchers, historians, and casual visitors alike. This photograph captures a timeless moment within a space that continues to bridge the past and present through beauty, intellect, and cultural legacy.
He is watching US !! Us, his admirers, who are watching him with awe!! He, behind the bars, we, outside them…
He is serene and royal !!! Imperial!!
Animals have not the human intellect, but they have feelings!! And the power to live in the here and now ! So, he is serene, because he is healthy and feels good, even surrounded by so many human admirers! And he is not sad, because he thinks neither of his past nor of his future…
Manjushri is one of the most important bodhisattvas in Mahayana Buddhism, known as the embodiment of transcendent wisdom, intellect, and knowledge. He helps followers overcome ignorance and illusion.Key characteristics and symbolism include:The flaming sword: He often carries a sword in his right hand to cut through the darkness of ignorance and misconceptions.The lotus flower: In his left hand, he usually holds a lotus flower, which often supports the Prajnaparamita Sutra (the text of perfect wisdom).The lion: He is frequently depicted riding a snow lion, symbolizing the untamed power of the enlightened mind.The Mantra: His well-known mantra is Om A Ra Pa Ca Na Dhih, which is used to enhance wisdom and understanding.
Sri Shiva Subramaniya Swami Temple
Never would one imagine finding a Hindu temple here in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Instead there is: Sri Subramaniya Swami is a beautiful Hindu temple that is located on the outskirts of Nadi, heading south. The temple is one of the few outside of India (others are in Singapore) that allows to admire the traditional Dravidian architecture typical of South India. Undoubtedly this is the easternmost.
The temple and the side buildings that make up the complex are decorated with hundreds of colorful wooden figurines of the Hindu deities, brought here directly from India. The weight, height and width of each of the representations have a specific religious significance.
The temple can be visited by paying a modest entrance fee. When visiting Sri Shiva Subramaniya, remember that it is a sacred place and therefore worthy of respect. It is necessary to dress decently and take off your shoes.
Theoretically, out of respect for the Hindu creed, visitors should remain fasting of meat and eggs on the day of the visit, but who can know it. The sacred complex is divided into three parts and is dedicated to the deity Murugan, the god of war, whose statue is positioned inside the main temple that has the characteristic pyramidal shape of the "gopuram" of Indian temples. The second part of the temple is dedicated to Ganesh, the elephant-god who removes obstacles, or more generally the lord of the beginnings and of the auspicious, protector of science and the arts and god of intellect and wisdom. Finally, the third part of the temple is dedicated to Meenakshi and Shiva. Shiva is one of the highest Hindu deities while Meenakshi, his wife, is one of the few female deities, and represents life and beauty.
The legend tells that Meenakshi was the king's daughter born with three breasts and fish eyes ("meen" means fish and "akshi" means eyes), so ugly instead, but the third breast would disappear the day Meenakshi met her future husband. One day she went to the Himalayas and at the sight of Shiva the third breast disappeared. Many deities attended their wedding, but during the banquet the gods refused to start eating unless Shiva did a great dance for everyone. Shiva then danced the cosmic dance Chidambaran, and ciragging in front of his wife brought all the existing life force and beauty into her. Thus Meenakshi became the representation of life and beauty.
The temple was built following the ancient Dravidian architectural tradition and the principles of sacred architecture Vastu Vedic. Inside the temple it is forbidden to take photographs, which are allowed throughout the outdoor area.
“Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live, as well as strong to think.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
L’hiver se prolonge, alors on cherche tous à se distraire a chaud dans la maison. C’est bien le cas de la maîtresse de mon petit Manoir Tudor. Elle y arrive entre autres en faisant de la peinture dans son cabinet de travail et de musique. Cette charmante petite pièce regroupe plusieurs instruments de musique, une bibliothèque, un globe terrestre, un secrétaire à l’ancienne et quelques plantes vertes, enfin tout pour stimuler l’intellect! Une boîte de roses rouges arrivée la journée même complète le tableau!
Pour voir l’ensemble de la maison et de ma collection de miniatures, visitez mon album « Mon petit manoir Tudor » : www.flickr.com/photos/jdeslandes/albums/72157719866719476
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Winter lingers, so we're all looking for ways to keep ourselves warm indoors. This is certainly true of the mistress of my little Tudor Manor. She manages this, among other things, by painting in her study and music room. This charming little room brings together several musical instruments, a library, a globe, an old secretary and some green plants, everything to stimulate the intellect! A box of red roses arriving the same day completes the picture!
To see all the house and the rest of my miniatures collection, visit my album “My little Tudor Manor”: www.flickr.com/photos/jdeslandes/albums/72157719866719476
Have you introduced your intellect to your compassion yet? Be careful; lately, intellect has taken to eating in front of the TV and compassion has taken in too many cats :-)
― Vera Nazarian
gerber daisy,'Funtastic Mango', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Name:Roboy
Powers: Flight, Heat Blasts, Invulnerability, Immortality, Heat Vision, Extreme Intellect.
Weaknesses: No sense of humor, has a limited battery power, is vulnerable to electricity.
Origin: The computer program "Roboy" was created by the First Guardian (a cosmic being sworn to protect the Earth) when the Craniad attempted to enslave humanity. As Roboy was meant to protect the entire planet, the First built him with many different defense mechanisms. Roboy can launch heat days from his eyes and hands, is invulnerable (he can transfer his program to a different machine if his body is destroyed), and extremely intelligent, able to access any information almost instantaneously on the internet (though this is not possible if there is no Wifi connection). Roboy joined the Stupendous Seven after the Craniad was driven off. Although he is arguably the most powerful member of the team, Roboy does not understand modern slang and expressions, making him a pain to communicate with.
Whew! Only one more to go! :D
*Working Towards a Better World
“Play is the work of the child.” – Maria Montessori
“Play is the highest form of research.” – Albert Einstein
“It is a happy talent to know how to play.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Play gives children a chance to practice what they are learning.” – Mr. Rogers
“The playing adult steps sideward into another reality; the playing child advances forward to new stages of mastery.” – Erik H. Erikson
“Children learn as they play. Most importantly, in play children learn how to learn.” – O. Fred Donaldson
“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct.” – Carl Jung
“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw
“Do not keep children to their studies by compulsion but by play.” – Plato
“Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.” – Fred Rogers
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
"If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be too cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down." - Annie Dillard
Friday is fish & chip night! Hooray! Today was awesome. I am so glad I am taking art this year, i am trying so many new things like drawing and painting and having so much fun. A girl from my school has lent me her Banksy book, she's so lovely, and today in psychology Mr Brown asked to see it and we spent the entire lesson looking through it! No work whatsoever! What a great day!!
See the before, during and after post production on mine and Aaron's blog!
http://aaronrosieforever.blogspot.com
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Virtue most valued; Precision
For a Protector, every day is frought with weighty decisions and consequences weightier still. Avaat is a superb tactician who elects to see her world in numbers. Stoic and measured, Avaat is often taken for uncaring or cold, but those who know her well know better - Avaat cares greatly for her people and feels the impact of the choices she makes. The reigon of water is one of the safest places on Okoto due to her intellect and foresight.
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I love the 2015 water colours. How much? Much.
Avaat's theme is a gargoyle/demon. Posing her was not easy. I have a soft spot for Avaat since it was the first of the six that really came together, and convinced me to keep trying to get the others right. Also, water is my favourite bionicle element without competition.
Thanks for looking! Tomorrow I'm probably going to post a group shot and some of my thoughts.
Slowly the sun set over the Dong village bathing the old Drum tower and bridge in a soft, soothing light. These towers were built without using a single nail or rivet! The insides and outsides of the drum towers and covered bridges are often painted with colorful scenes from Dong folk tales, legendary heroes, landscapes, animals, and activities such as ox fighting and festive dancing. According to the tradition of the Dong ethnic groups, each drum tower represents one group of locals. The head of the village divided the people into five groups to simplify administration. The five towers separately represent kindness, politeness, intellect, righteousness, and creditworthiness.
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