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Cambia el mundo
Crea un complot contra todo aquello que se interpone en el intelecto y que te imposibilita "confeccionar" cosas inusuales. Si sientes pánico, constrúyelo poco a poco sometiendo al miedo y ello te facultará a "distorsionar" tu universo...
Change the world
Create a plot against everything that stands in the intellect and that makes it impossible to "make" unusual things. If you feel panic, constrúyelo little by little submitting to fear and this will empower you to "distort" your universe ...
Changer le monde
Créez un complot contre tout ce qui est dans l'intellect et qui empêche de "faire" des choses inhabituelles. Si vous ressentez la panique, constrúyelo vous soumettez petit à petit à la peur et cela vous permettra de "déformer" votre univers ...
Cambia il mondo
Crea una trama contro tutto ciò che si trova nell'intelletto e ciò rende impossibile "creare" cose insolite. Se ti senti in preda al panico, costruilo a poco a poco invadendo la paura e questo ti autorizzerà a "distorcere" il tuo universo ...
María
Sadly, we have to leave the beach and travel to the last destination of this Indian trip. It was bittersweet for me. But along with spending time on a house boat, I wanted to revisit the beautiful city of Cochin.
Cochin is rich in history from the days of sea faring trade and despite adapting to modern technology it remains a charming and almost quaint city. Along the short journey to reach the city, there were many shops and beautiful handicrafts to buy.
I have now been to India four times. At first, the Hindu gods bewildered me. There are so many. Then some started to become familiar to me like old friends. I began to smile when I recognized them.
Ganesha is one of the best known deities in India. He is the god of beginnings and the deva of intellect and wisdom. He also is the patron of letters. He seems to do all of this effortlessly in this statue, doesn't he?
Every great Culture begins with a mighty theme that rises out of the pre-urban countryside, is carried through in the cities of art and intellect, and closes with a finale of materialism in the world cities.
- Oswald Spengler, Decline of The West (1926)
COLOUR ME COLOURS
Like the heavens and the skies
Like the deep seas so wide
When I am confident and true
When I have faith in you
Colour me blue, colour me blue
Like the royals of Great Britain
Like the noble in truth and ambition
In my wisdom, dignity and pride
In my mystery and grandeur so wise
Colour me purple, colour me purple
Like fire and blood
Like the intensity of a flood
In my strength and passion
In my desire, love and emotion
Colour me red, colour me RED
Like the warmth of the tropics
Like the sun, my daily tonic
When I am determined and creative
When I am happy and attractive
Colour me orange, colour me orange
Like a smile so warm
Like joy even in a storm
When I am cheerful and happy
In my intellect, when I am savvy
Colour me yellow, colour me yellow
When I am all these and more
When I am despised and adored
With the colours of the rainbow
With the colours that make me glow
Colour me colours, colour me colours
Poem by Ozioma Ogbaji
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars, perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise. Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.
The opening chapter of The War of the Worlds
by H. G.
Red Weed is the plant that supposedly gives Mars its dull red colour. It is one of the several types of plants brought to Earth possibly accidentally by the invading Martians, but the only one that truly was able to adapt and grow widespread on Earth. When it is exposed to water, it grows and reproduces explosively, flooding the neighboring countryside as it clogs streams and rivers.
Sisyphe au vingt-et-unième siècle
Ascète Sisyphe homérique,
Réclusionnaire en Tartare,
Pour Asopos ton entraide,
De belle Egine retrouvée
Zeus en rancune colérique,
De Thanatos de toi roublard,
De ce rocher pente raide,
D'enfer sans trêve répéter.
Du nihiliste Sisyphe,
De Camus désenchaînera,
Une raison de délivrance,
De nietzschéenne doctrine
De l'abîme, sorti des griffes,
De ta vie recommencera,
Chaque jour de vie abondance,
Ton coeur, bonheur en vitrine.
Le Sisyphe contemporain,
Triste siècle de déraison,
Même ici sans incongruité,
Juste pour désir de liberté,
Plus n'être encore le suzerain,
Du canevas de sa raison,
Trimer dans les limbes tapés,
D'une société erronée.
Une absurde vie servile,
Un job sans considération,
Qui profite à un ordre,
De chevillards de l'intellect,
Tous Sisyphe dans nos villes,
Se battre sans exaltation,
Tâchez de fuir la horde,
De cette vie de bagne abject.
Michaël Overberg
To my women with the utmost respect, intellect
We often forget and neglect intuition can see through illusive intent, listen to it
Just listen, just listen, oh
I found myself searching for a way to prevent, the detriment
And giving the impression that if you express to him what a woman needs
His comprehension is definite
But there’s a difference between understanding and honoring your word
And I’m articulate, he’s a good listener
But I’m hesitant ’cause he’s gonna fuck up anyways
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Aperture : f 22
Focal Length : 18mm
ISO Speed : 100
Tripod : Not Used
Location:Anchuruli, Kerala, India
where familiar, everyday words, placed within a special context, can soar above the intellect and touch subtle reality in a unique way :-)
Paul Caponigro
HMM!! Justice Matters! No one is above the law!
backlit leaf, Hemlock Bluffs Nature Preserve, cary, north carolina
"I am out in public and using the phone. I am in a phone booth, got the phone in my hand and a man taps on the glass and says, 'You using the phone?' Nope, I'm superman, I am just looking for my costume. Here's your sign!"
— Bill Engvall ( American stand-up comedian, actor, and television host who was a member of Blue Collar Comedy Tour with Jeff Foxworthy, Larry the Cable Guy, and Ron White; his signature routine was the "here's your sign", wherein he offers "signs" to people whom he deems lacking in intellect as the quote above suggests)
The old, vintage phone booth above was photographed just outside the River City Café (which can be seen in the background and is a great place to grab lunch or dinner) in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Ludovico Einaudi - Experience (Simplemente maravilloso)
"Sueños y abstracciones"
Cómo en un cuadro de Kandinsky , transmitir un sentimiento a través de la música que refleje la unión, entre un rítmo único, abducente, melódico, hipnotizante, mediante un "lenguaje" prodigioso y fascinante para conseguir ese "equilibrio cromático" entre la jerga de la abstracción y los sueños "pigmentados", es de grandes intelectos y de genios.
"Dreams and abstractions"
Like in a painting by Kandinsky, transmit a feeling through music that reflects the union between a unique rhythm, abducent, melodic, hypnotizing through a prodigious and fascinating "language" to achieve that "chromatic balance" between the jargon of abstraction and "pigmented" dreams, is of great intellects and geniuses.
"Rêves et abstractions"
Comme dans un tableau de Kandinsky, transmettez une sensation à travers une musique qui reflète l'union entre un rythme unique, abducent, mélodique, hypnotisant et un "langage" prodigieux et fascinant pour atteindre cet "équilibre chromatique" entre le jargon de l'abstraction et des rêves "pigmentés", est de grands esprits et de génies.
"Sogni e astrazioni"
Come in un dipinto di Kandinsky, trasmettere un sentimento attraverso la musica che riflette l'unione tra un ritmo unico, abduttivo, melodico, ipnotizzante attraverso un "linguaggio" prodigioso e affascinante per raggiungere quel "equilibrio cromatico" tra il gergo di astrazione e sogni "pigmentati", è di grandi intelletti e geni.
María.
In a whimsical clash of urban and rural worlds, a curious border collie finds itself standing guard over an unexpected bunch of city raccoons who have laid claim to the garden shed. Amidst the lush greenery of the garden, with trees swaying gently in the breeze and barrels and pots scattered about, the scene is one of delightful chaos. The border collie, with its keen intellect and playful spirit, eyes the raccoons with a mixture of curiosity and bemusement, unsure whether to bark in defense or join in the mischief. It's a comical tale of city meets garden, where even the most unexpected encounters can lead to laughter and lightheartedness.
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Credits
∘ MINIMAL
MINIMAL - Washington Building 02
MINIMAL - Washington Building 03
MINIMAL - Washington Street -Street Sign-
∘ Dead Unicorn
Dead Unicorn - Potting Shed (Rustic)
∘ [Rezz Room]
[Rezz Room] Border Collie Adult
[Rezz Room] Raccoons
∘ Pitaya
Pitaya Indoor plants
Pitaya Garden set plants
∘ Konoha
Konoha Prunus lanie - Park Tree 1
Konoha "Jest" Bushes
Konoha Osteospermum lunita
∘ [Merak]
[Merak] Birdhouse chair - decor
[Merak] Rustic chair pot - decor
∘ [ zerkalo ]
[ zerkalo ] Amelia vintage teapot planter
[ zerkalo ] Old garden - barrel
[ zerkalo ] Viviana plant pot - snake plant
∘ ..::THOR::..
..::THOR::.. Greenery set
..::THOR::.. Spring treasures set
∘ Hive
hive // Devi's ivy overhanging plant
hive // Kentia palm plant
hive // Macrame hanging plant
∘ Dust Bunny
dust bunny . flagstone path . mossy . straight @ anthem
dust bunny . Quirky planters elephant
dust bunny . Pilea peper plant
dust bunny . meadow hives . open hive . natural . bees
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KOPFKINO Garden Corner - Amphoras
KOPFKINO Garden Corner - Pottery Clay
∘ Misc
Apple Fall Kent Wall Set - Post, Short
Kalopsia Old plants
Muniick Devil's Ivy in Ceramic Planter
Soy. Reed Screen [Sudare] Light
DAD "Daisy in round metal pot white"
Ariskea Echo hanging ivy plant
2023 Photo 283/82: No, cairn terriers aren't the only dogs that tilt their heads, but cairns' head-tilts are by far the cutest, and they also are a proven sign of superior canine intellect. Here, Tooth Barkington the cairn terrier, known far and wide for his cuteness and intelligence, demonstrates an exemplary head tilt. ©2023 | John M. Hudson
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Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect.
—William Wordsworth, “The Tables Turned”
- Augustus Hare.
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One more shot from Pfeiffer State Beach. Took this one as I reached the beach when I got about 2 minutes to shoot the bridge head on without anyone walking through the frame. I like this shot a little better than the one where the sun is setting through the arch.
Thanks for visiting. Hope you all have a good day..
"The color yellow is the color of the mind and the intellect"
Plain Tiger or African Monarch (Danaus chrysippus)
Thanks to all who viewed, commented on and or faved my photo. It is greatly appreciated. Raed :)
What is useless and destructive is to imagine that enlightenment or virtue can be found by seeking for fresh stimulation. The monastic life is a refusal of any view that will make human maturity before God dependent on external stimulus, ‘good thoughts’, good impressions, edifying influences and ideas, Instead, the monk must learn to live with his own darkness, with the interior horror of temptation and fantasy. Salvation affects the whole of the psyche; to try to escape boredom, sexual frustration, restlessness, unsatisfied desire by searching for fresh tasks and fresh ideas is to attempt to seal off these areas from grace. Without the humiliating and wholly ‘unspiritual’ experiences of cell-life –the limited routine of trivial tasks, the sheer tedium and loneliness –there would be no way of confronting much of human nature. It is a discipline to destroy illusions. The monk has come to the desert to escape the illusory Christian identity proposed by the world; he now has to see the roots of illusion in himself, in his longing to be dramatically and satisfyingly in control of his life, the old familiar imperialism of the self bolstered by the intellect.
---The Wound of Knowledge The Wound of Knowledge Christian Spirituality from the New Testament to St John of the Cross, ROWAN WILLIAMS
and art that excites the most astute minds—and one that can be practiced by any imbecile :-)
Nadar
HPPT! Truth Matters!
zinnia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Just as iron rusts from disuse...
even so does inaction spoil the intellect.
(Leonardo da Vinci)
Crazy Tuesday - Rust
(photo by Freya)
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When a generous individual can no longer meditate discursively, “he should learn to remain in God’s presence with a loving attention and a tranquil intellect”, even though this seems like idleness to him. Soon he will find little by little that a “divine calm and peace with a wondrous, sublime knowledge of God, enveloped in divine love, will be infused into his soul”.
-THOMAS DUBAY, S.M. FIRE WITHIN St. Teresa of Avila, St. John of the Cross, and the Gospel—on Prayer
For the Macro Mondays theme - Orange and Blue
“Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.”
― H.G. Wells, The War of the Worlds
Yellow. Yellow is a color associated with sun. It symbolizes optimism, energy, joy, happiness and friendship. It might also stand for intellect. On the contrary, yellow can indicate jealousy, betrayal, illness and danger.Mar 8, 2016
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“For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.”
― John Milton, Areopagitica
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The soul is known in the experience of the world and the world is known in the experience of the soul . . . In poetic intuition objective reality and subjectivity, the world and the whole of the soul, coexist inseparably. At that moment sense and sensation are brought back to the heart, blood to the spirit, passion to intuition. And through the vital and nonconceptual actuation of the intellect all the powers of the soul are also actuated in their roots.
-Jacques Maritain, Creative Intuition in Art and Poetry (Providence, RI: Cluny Media, 2018), 113
Starting a new set today: black and white landscapes from the badlands of Alberta. On my most recent trip to this location - which I have visited many times since 1988 - I realized by Day 2 that I was seeing the landforms in black and white. From that point on, I shot with monochrome in mind - although, by shooting RAW, I did retain all the colour information: a sort of fail safe, because sometimes I'm wrong.
This time, however, my instincts were on the mark. The black and white versions are much more interesting than the colour. There really wasn't a lot of colour there, aside from blue skies and the earthy hues of brown, yellow, and rusty red. Colour, of course, is a crowd pleaser. The eye delights in colour. I'm no different. Colour triggers an emotional response: red is exciting, like fire and blood and birth and death; blue is cool and calming; green reminds us of the natural world; yellow stimulates the intellect; black is mysterious and dramatic - and so on.
Take that away, and you'd better know how to put an image together. You have lines, shapes, textures. I cut my teeth on black and white, which was cheaper way back in my early days (shooting film in the 1960s). It provided me with a grounding in visual literacy that probably has helped my colour photography, too.
Photographed in Dinosaur Provincial Park, Alberta (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2018 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
The imprisonment is not irksome anymore. it has become a part of me. My soul is enervated, tired of hitting itself to the rigid walls of this scarce cell. there is no way out, it is understood. No sun, no moon, no dark, no light, no dim, no bright... senses have been immured in a dilemma of nothingness, and hollowness. The wetness of eye, the thirst for water, the aridness of throat, the sluggishness of intellect, the race of breaths, the flow of blood, and the beat of heart, all signs of this journey seem to fade away... It's this sole existence and this ceased universe, where there is no variation either day or night. No sound, no motion: static. A wait: my existence is an eternal wait.
Didn't hear, did the world tell me?
There's breath I am born
Disowned by a womb
The birth of one more breath,
the first breath of one more death
Similar breathing bodies
Name me and define me
Grew the intellect, grey cells
Outgrew ego till it swells
The kite soared high with a dead rat,
chased, followed by its flock
The attention just fugacious
Until the carcass gets dropped
The limelights rudely blind me,
my shadow trail behind me
As the blazing sun slip behind and forsake me
My dear shadow blaze the trail,
in toto for my sake, ever without fail
Overshadowed by sublunary shades
As darkness spread its wings
Poor shadow, cower, take cover
In refuge, yet meekly dissipate
to arise with its rekindled mate
Inane musk deer scampers incensed
Seeking its very own incense
The wolf sleeps soundly at high noon
At midnight, to bay at the moon.
Gnats busily gnaw my heart
Learn what's cheating, I get used
I'm exploited, wrung, abused
used for fun, just to be amused
I learn, in the beguiling garden,
the yearning paradise, Eden
the only fruit relished, eaten
is the one that's forbidden
Precious diamond the beggar hold
is worthless to the world.
A chip of glass with the overlord
priceless made byword.
The tidily rolled up sleeves often,
Drop down on their own
can't make a tender rose
tidily bloom by using force
The braids you let loose
Gets tangled on their own
The firmly tied shoelace
on and on gets loose
Every tick, one more step
back towards the starting line
can't count the days ahead
just count the days bygone
Alone I crawled, I won a race
with no laud, cheer or praise
Alone I walk the golden path
no hand to hold my hand
In the body, nurtured
Beats a heart inured
To drub, stab, lam
burnt right by the balm
From zero back to zero, none to no one
Zero is the path, and zero the remains
Glow bright before the fall
Smile right at the wildfire to befall
Sing a paean of praise to the zephyr
"Haul me down, else fan the fire".
Races up the raging wildfire
Razing, quenching its desire
As the leaf shrivels, falter, yet don't tire
the Golden flames consummate at the golden hour
the docile golden leaf soon withers and smoulder.
The spark gets set to leave
the meek mortal bod
Like a zealous balsam pod
Ripe, aching to explode
unbind the minute might
to merge with its source
The eternal supreme force
I lunge my chest upward
Just for one more breath
Many hands can hold and tend
though none of them can lend
Even one more peaceful suspire
When another 'I' expire.
Body the machine scuffle
The captain to forsake the vessel
The object that climbed great peaks,
made limpid music to enthral freaks
In limbo till the tummy heaves
a faint flutter, no further waiting
for the birth of one more breath
the death of one more birth
Didn't hear, did the world tell me?
No breath, I am dead.
-Anuj Nair
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When I captured this shot of an adult Opossum a top a large pile of pig feed inside a barn, my mind instantly started thinking of country sayings that include the good old opossum. This morning I decided to Google country/farm/southern sayings and was amazed just how often animals were used to describe human emotion, intellect or actions. Here are a few:
“Nervous as a cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs”
“Til the cows come home”
“Grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet tater”
“We’re eatin’ high on the hog”
“Happier than ol’Blue layin’ on the porch chewin’ on a big ol’ catfish head”
“Somebody turned their goat loose”
“He was grinnin’ like a mule eatin’ briars through a bob wire fence”
“If brains were leather, you wouldn’t have enough to saddle a Junebug”
“I ain’t seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper”
“She was madder than a wet hen”
“Ain’t no education in the second kick of a mule”
“Finer than frogs hair”
“Full as a tick on a hound dog”
“Madder than a cat being baptized”
“Grinnin like a possum eatin fire ants”
“Never kick a cow turd on a hot day” (A personal favorite)
I always had a dislike for the Possum until I learned just how many ticks they consume each year…an estimated 5000!
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It's been four years since I've tried one of these, but I had promised myself I would try them again because they are fun and you get all sorts of intriguing results.
This time I tried with a different camera for the Macro Mondays theme of Motion Blur this week. This is the sort of theme I tend to enjoy, though looking at some of the others that have already been posted today I don't think I have achieved their finesse and imagination!
My thanks to Kerry for pointing the theme out to me. I've been so busy lately that I would have probably missed it. Even so this attempt was a bit rushed and ad-hoc.
The approach is straightforward: place a little camera in the centre of a record deck pointing up in a darkened room, set it to the speed for singles (45rpm if you are too young!) and dangle something glittery above it.
You may have spotted the problem with this: how do you press the shutter button? Well that's not the only problem. Taking the image in the middle of a sunny day was a problem even with the curtains shut. Not having three arms was also a problem to hold a torch, trigger the shutter and hold the dingly dangly (cocktail sticks with tinsel tassels in this case) above the spinning camera, as was getting the image down to less than three inches...
Technology solved the first problem: just use the camera's remote control software on a tablet. It worked!! Yey.
My wife said I wasn't allowed to grow a third arm as none of my shirts would then fit :(
And the three inches was solved with cropping...
This is for MM but also fits my 100x motion project :)
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image - it's looking deep into your mind (though I'm OK because there is certifiably nothing left of mine). Happy Macro Mondays and 100x :)
Ok there is a problem with this image that you might spot if you are the sort who uses your alien intellect. At 45rpm with a one-second exposure, you might expect the scene to rotate by three-quarters of a turn. but it looks more like five-eighths (check out the green line).
No.... I have no idea either (though the turntable may need adjusting... or my arithmetic...).
Here's one of the pictures I took of my daughter and grandson back in November. She's given me two beautiful granddaughters and this little guy. Besides being beautiful, she's one of the smartest and hard working people I know. I've always placed more emphasis and praise on her intellect, than her looks. I don't remember her ever getting anything besides A's. I didn't have to push her, just tell her how smart she was. Maybe that was enough, she's always been very self motivated. Her photography business is doing great and she loves it. Guess you can tell I'm pretty proud of her.
Here's a link to her "City Wildflowers Photography" if you'd like to see her infant photography work.