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Yes, we could have approached the subjects in the frame to make them appear larger. But isn't this a better, fairer representation of the reality?
Cities are a fascinating phenomenon. A unique way of people living together, next to each other. A key to the development of the mankind as we know it. Cities are an indispensable chapter — and often served as initialising hearthstone — of the human history. Some of the pinnacles of the civilisation have roots in the cities or city-states and blossomed within its walls and confines.
But where have we arrived? What point have we reached?
Cities have swallowed its inhabitants. They have outgrown the human measures and the measures that are humane. Worst of all, they threaten to become a means of permanent surveillance, this time worse than what is known so far in history — because of its digitally based, far reaching, all-encompassing totalitarian nature.
The plateau in this image has proved to be a dysfunctional, wasted space in the reality. The architect has initially created an elevated 'square' which allowed the surrounding elements around to breathe, but the citizen did not feel anything for it. The plateau has remained a place to cross and nothing more than that. Yet the condos around were actually quite nice for the time in which they were built.
REVIVAL
We offer you the moment in which a small girl challenges the conglomerate of shapes, building blocks and spaces that by default dwarf her so much as to make her almost invisible, non-existing. But let us not forget that it is us who choose to disconnect from the native habitat, the nature; it is us who disband our inner wholeness, we do it by ourselves. The wholeness used to be reflected within us from the outside, by our original abode, our natural residence. Thus we kept unity with the nature and the creatures surrounding us. And that unity was the birthplace of every lasting culture; not the artificial separation from it.
Unbound by the original, historic incentives, we are not any more pushed to build fortifications and have no more need for physical concentration of intellect and power. Such things can and are now managed remotely over the large distances. Yet it is still us who conceive, plan and construct the totally useless towers of Babylon: from the first original one in ancient times, to Burj Khalifa in 2010. Interestingly enough, the latter was built not that far away from the original Babylonia, so distant in time!
Hence the freedom movement has to start from within the man. Let us hope that the kids of today, and their successors, the kids of tomorrow, recognise the need to break free from these chains within themselves. So they rebuild their new residences in a unison with our human nature, and with the unaltered nature itself.
— But actually this block should have been a bright example of urban growth in a country just before it ceased to exist. It doesn't take much to see worse projects, more failed and inhumane, indeed. But for the marks missed we can always find excuses; the more 'successful' they get, the more obvious becomes the essence of distorted relations and purposes.
And what about this amphitheater? These were the last stretches of Yugoslav socialist architecture. Designed in the end of the 1980s, it took almost two decades to finish. The project eventually circumvented and outlived the country in which it was conceived and started. Observed from the distance of four decades, it almost looks like a primitively flamboyant, ornate design; but also holds its own ground as a seamless transition to today's profit-oriented, unbalanced, ignorant, featureless wild-growth concepts. It represented a moderate anticipation of steel-and-glass rage that still rules the world (and is just a shade less rude than the concrete alone). But the first truly modern, no-nonsense project of the steel-and-glass in Belgrade — the one that also stood the test of time — was promptly built at the end of 1980s as Jugopetrol twins office building, just a mile down the road — the second of which had been sold to Hyatt during the construction phase.
Back to the girl 👯. The inspiration has chosen this unusual but nevertheless logical stage for her. Grandma stands for the large, attentive but forgiving first-row audience. Silent green pentahedrons are the jury. I was a passer-by, a street fisherman, a seeker of free spectacles, a collector of elusive precious moments. And I stumbled upon a jewel. Dead plateau lived up for a brief moment.
Probably nobody ever danced here before, so welcome to the première!
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Equivalent focal length is 40 mm. A 2018 cameraphone sᴏᴏᴄ done in Snapseed, ‘Smooth’ preset + Tools. Uncropped, no perspective correcting, shaded 'expand'. With Flickr's own Legacy/Settled 20% + Legacy/Neat 15% filters. Original HEIC is sharper but I am loosing interest lately in sharpness that is unnatural and in other tech effects that introduce artefacts. The 'Smooth' Snapseed preset and other interventions I apply are aimed at killing that atrocious digitally sharpened look in this mobile phone's default HEIC files. I tried to correct the perspective distortion, easy job in Snapseed but applies a detrimental effect on human figures so I gave it up.
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After researching a little I have chosen the colours red,
Red = Love, Passion, Strength, Power, Danger, Excitement, Energy.
Orange, Orange = Warmth, Creativity, Adventure, Freshness, Happiness, Attraction, Success. Yellow,
Yellow = Optimism, Cheer, Happiness, Warmth, Caution, Energy, Intellect.
Green, Green = Nature, Growth, Wealth, Luck, Envy, Freshness, Quality. Blue,
Blue = Trust, Calm, Sadness, Peace, Loyalty, Depth, Authenticity. Purple, Purple = Royalty, Nobility, Wisdom, Luxury, Imagination, Mystery, Spirituality. White, White = Purity, Simplicity, Innocence, Peace, Cleanliness, Emptiness, Goodness and black, Black = Sophistication, Formality, Sorrow, Boldness, Elegance, Death, Mystery. Also, the infinity symbol which I have used in plain black, and also all of the colours above, gives you an appreciation of what I am trying to portray. I chose the abstract circles because the circle is considered the symbol of unity. In my circles I have abstract people living, working, and playing together in unity. I hope that my message comes across clearly, that I desire all people to enjoy friendships with everyone despite their differences. We can learn so much from each other's differences and become better people for it as well as a close-knit community, which is surely better than hate, division, and war! Food for thought, my friends.
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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.
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)
"Travel far enough, you meet yourself." — David Mitchell
"Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore." — André Gide
On the voyage to see whales, the intellect of the oceans. Discovering the wonders of Jervis Bay, Australia.
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
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
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
Exposure : 1/20 sec
Aperture : f 22
Focal Length : 18mm
ISO Speed : 100
Tripod : Not Used
Location:Anchuruli, Kerala, India
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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.
From March trip in 2011, original image updated with Topaz Sharpen AI. Very impressed with the new software. Carmen and I had the opportunity to be in the Ocean with the Sperm Whales off Dominica in the wild blue Caribbean. To feel their echo location "sonar" in your chest and to see in their eye the clear intellect of a being totally in harmony with their environment is to gather a glimmer of what life in the ocean means to our planet.
This image is being released for the first time, I've kept it to myself up til now. For my photographer friends; 1/200 at f19, iso320 at 15mm.
(adj.) *«Frette»:
1. French canadian slang word (pronounced fret)......If you don't know what this word means here is how to find out.........look at this image a few seconds and what you feel is what it is!..........and it also means that you don't live in Quebec!
Feeling the «frette»!, Frozen waves on the St-Lawrence River, Quebec, Canada.
PixQuote:
"One should never forget that seeing and producing an effect of nature is not a matter of intellect, but of feeling...I avoid being conventional as much as possible."
-Carl Frieseke
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
#Sweet_Tooth #tooth_vader #pocket_puppy #NOT_a_karen_terrier #naughty_bits #little_nurse_dog #little_monster #rat_patrol #canicula_invictus #little_bits #mighty_bitey #the_bad_dog_in_a_good_dogâs_body #obnoxiousteenager #bigbadtooth #littlebigtooth #MrT #T_Wrecks #TERRIERANYSAURUS_WRECKS #thetooththewholetoothandnothingbutthetooth #toothbarkington #tinyjawsofdeath #happylittlemonsters #cairnterrieristshaveweaponsofmastication #pterrieranadon #terrieranysaurusrex #velocirapterrier #pawsofdestruction #razortoothterrier
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John Mayer - Waiting On the World to Change
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
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”
There are moments when seduction is not spoken… it is worn.
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When I slip into the Wet Mini by Oh! Fashion, I do not simply dress — I become invitation and restraint at once. The fabric clings like a second pulse, a whisper of ribbed knit that skims my curves with deliberate intention. It is short, yes… daringly so… but it is not reckless. It is strategic.
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From the front, the neckline dips into a soft plunge — not crude, but coaxing — tracing the natural arc of my collarbone before surrendering to the fullness of my form. The thin straps balance delicacy with tension, holding everything in a quiet equilibrium between exposure and control. The silhouette narrows at my waist, honoring that ancient hourglass shape — the architecture of femininity — before rounding into the swell of my hips.
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Turn me around, and the art becomes even more intentional. The back dips low, revealing the curve of spine and the subtle hollow just above my hips — that place where a man’s hands instinctively rest. The hem grazes the top of my thighs, framing them, elongating them, daring the eye to linger. Wet is not about covering… it is about revealing with purpose.
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There is something primal in the female mind — something older than language. Beneath the layers of intellect and modern polish lies instinct: to attract, to choose, to surrender only when it feels right. To feel seen. To feel desired. To decide.
When I wear Wet, I am not submissive. I am aware. I understand the quiet biological poetry written into my bones — the rhythm of attraction, the dance of continuation, the ancient pull toward creation. The desire to be chosen and to choose in return. To soften without weakening. To yield without losing power.
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This dress delivers that paradox.
Its PBR brilliance gives the knit a luminous, almost dewy realism — as though kissed by mist or sea air. The HUD is a masterpiece in itself: an array of saturated tones from blush pink to aqua frost, smoky neutrals to bold romantic hues. Each color shifts the mood — innocent, playful, commanding. Transparency options allow me to decide how much I reveal: subtle sheer, daring wet-look translucence, or fully opaque confidence. Wet or dry. Innocent or incendiary. The choice is always mine.
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"The color yellow is the color of the mind and the intellect"
Plain Tiger or African Monarch (Danaus chrysippus)
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Did we ever fight for real? Well, I guess it looks like we did.
Thanks for being part of my sLife and for bringing laughters and good memories, my one and only brother.
And Yes you did hit me hard on my head. Ouch! My head is still spinning!
::: The Black Eyed Peas - Let's Get It Started :::
In this context, there's no disrespect
So, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks
We got five minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect collect the rhythm effect
Obstacles are inefficient
Follow your intuition, free your inner soul
And break away from tradition
'Cause when we beat out, girl it's pullin' without
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out
We burn it 'til it's burned out
Turn it 'til it's turned out
Act up from north, west, east, south
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it
Get stupid
Get retarded,
- 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..
Shadows of Intellect: A Sketch of the Hunt
This work, The Hunting Frog and the Fly , is not merely an image, but a captured moment of reflection transferred to paper in the artist's unique style. Inspired by the primitive yet execution-perfect scene of a frog hunting a fly, it evolves into a philosophical sketch about the nature of intellect, perception, and the inevitability of fate.
Born from Chaos
Like all works in this style, the image originated from a tangle of chaotic, impulsive lines. These are not merely strokes; they are traces of the artist's thoughts, attempts to conceptualize the theme. From this apparent chaos, as if from a primordial soup, the forms begin to emerge. The pencil, guided by the artist's hand and mind, defines the details, bringing them to clarity and aesthetic completion.
The Fly: A Triumph of Illusion
In the center of the composition, drawn with meticulous detail, reigns the Fly. Its compound eyes, shimmering in the light, occupy nearly a third of the image. This exaggerated size is not just an artistic device, but a reflection of the Fly's self-perception. In its microscopic world, it sees itself as massive, all-powerful, towering over its surroundings.
Its complex eyes, designed to detect the slightest movement, are at this moment blinded by its own self-importance. It does not see the danger; its world is limited by its own perception. Herein lies the ultimate irony: a creature with some of the most sophisticated vision in the animal kingdom is completely blind to the threat right in front of it.
The Frog: An Invisible Shadow
The Frog, unlike the Fly, is depicted as a vague, blurry smudge of shadow, hidden within the intertwining chaotic lines. It doesn't just camouflage; it is the shadow itself, inevitability itself, stalking its prey.
Its presence is felt rather than seen, creating an atmosphere of anxiety and suspense. It is the embodiment of the "intellectual hunt"—not of brute force, but of patience, strategy, and the exploitation of illusions. It doesn't rush its prey; it waits for the prey to trap itself within its own false sense of security.
The Clash of Perceptions
The image contrasts two distinct types of perception:
The Fly: Limited, egocentric, and loud.
The Frog: Hidden, strategic, and patient.
This confrontation is more than a struggle for survival; it is an allegory of human existence. How often do we, like the Fly, find ourselves blinded by our own ego, failing to notice the real dangers lurking in the shadows of our illusions?
Conclusion
The Hunting Frog and the Fly is not merely a drawing; it is a visual essay that invites the viewer to reflect. The artist's unique style, born from a chaos of thoughts and refined to aesthetic completion, gives the work a special depth and expressiveness. This piece serves as a reminder that reality is often hidden behind illusions, and true intellect lies not in strength, but in the ability to see what remains hidden from view.
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
Yesterday a flickr friend, Richard, died after a long struggle with illness.
He was a teacher, a poet, an artist, a photographer, had a wonderful intellect and sense of humor.
He dearly loved his family as they loved him.
He lived in Arizona, tho we never met there. I'm glad I got to meet and know him on Flickr.
So, farewell Richard, now you journey into the everything, everywhere all at once whatever that might be.
Thank you for the pleasure of your friendship.
His stream is preserved here.
www.flickr.com/photos/r-gross-arizona/with/55264054716
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"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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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
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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The Reality – I wanted to show the reality that dominates not only the life of this primate, but our lives also. We are the prisoners of our biology and our limited intellect. The evanescent nature of our short lives and hopelessness in the face of imminent death, defines our ultimate limitation. The constrains imposed by our crude society, religion, economy and other factors of human civilization, draws me to see the great cage similar to this one, which holds this fellow and will be the place of his death. In the future, things may change for the better – I see the signs. But our generation may not be able to profit from the changes that will come. Like the countless people that came before us, death will catch up with all of us who lives in the present. It is the ultimate cage and ultimate limiter of life. This is “The Reality”.
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
Ganesh is one of the best-known and most worshipped deities in the Hindu pantheon.
Although he is known by many attributes, Ganesha's elephant head makes him easy to identify. He 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.
This photo was taken in Millbrae California.
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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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.