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"What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality." - Plutarch
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I spent the majority of today hoping for the sun to burn through the clouds. It didn't happen so I couldn't get the photo I'd originally intended.
I had woken up and prepared for the day early to take advantage of the sunrise but that didn't end up happening as the clouds were so dense, so I grabbed my macro adapter and went out to shoot the morning frost.
I ended up with three that I liked for today so I decided on a triptych for today.
+1 non-macro in the comments.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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A beautifully aged rose, its petals curling inward with time. The warm amber and deep magenta edges create an elegant contrast, while the delicate texture of the dried petals adds a sense of timeless beauty. A close-up that reveals the intricate details of nature’s aging process, frozen in a moment of quiet grace.
A Wicked Turn
Acte 19
One must be Methodical
Dropping her hand, she questioned him…
“What have you forgotten to do, my dear thief?”
He stood still, hoping she would just obligingly tell him what to do next.
She happily did so...
“My closet! Gaston your always forgetting any good burglar worth his salt checks a damsel’s closet for brooches and such left on by ladies far too lazy to remove them from one's party frocks. I swear Gaston You would make a horrible burglar in real life. You would positively starve if it were not for being directed by someone like me!”
She chortled at her wit.
He just smiled, thanking her inwardly for being ever so much a big help to her poor Darling ‘Gaston’!
He turned to his right and headed straight to the closet, curious as to what he was expected to find inside?
Opening the door, a long floor length mirror was revealed, allowing one to see into the interior of the bedroom behind him.
Including the reflection of his most helpful victim as she stood there in all her jewelled and tight-fitting emerald satin attired glory!
She keenly watching his progress with an eager interest, as he stole a look at her reflection, muttering happily to himself…
“Best get this over with quickly, then attend to the lady and her finery!”
He turned to look back inside, and was met with a designer like an assortment of colourful dresses, gowns, and other fancy attire!
A quite nice, if not downright beguiling, display of soft velvets, slinky silks, sleek satins, frilled lace, and shiny leather.
He quickly began his task at hand, letting his thinly gloved fingers feel through the wonderfully sleek fabrics for anything hard and metallic.
On one velvet number he felt something like a necklace around its top, he pulled it out, but disappointedly it was a rhinestone collared frock.
He tossed it onto the bed and resumed his search as she could be heard softly giggling behind him...
“Nope, nothing on that one, but don’t quit just yet!
He stole a glance at her from the mirror, then he turned back into working the closet.
The glance revealed that his ‘mentor’ was watching him eagerly, her whole being quivering in anticipation head down to spiky heeled foot!
He fingered a satiny white ruffled blouse, he decided he had better keep tabs on this one, still not sure what exactly her game was all on about?
He muttered to himself…
“They were her jewels after all, weren’t they? Indeed, rather valuable for mere playthings!”
There had to be something inside here!
He thought as he let drop the satin blouse and plunged his gloved hands inside again and felt around.
This time he was rewarded by feeling a slight prick of something solid and sharp.
He pulled out a luxuriously long black satin number and saw it had two ruby clips attached to its bodice.
He held it up to the mirror so she could see.
she clapped gleefully, watching him pull free the ruby clips from the evening gown and casually flipped them into his bag on the floor.
“Well done Gaston!”
He looked up at her, as the slinky black gown was indifferently added to the growing pile on her bed.
He could see by her reflection that she was excitedly eating it up.
Then she suddenly resumed back into her character of being the hapless victim.
And began to miserably plead…
“Please mister burglar don't take everything of mine! I am sure there is nothing more inside!”
He smiled, wondering how she would react when she eventually found out that indeed, she was a hapless victim of her game!?
Turning his attention once again to her closet he moved aside the hangers, revealing a set of shelves set in the back that contained a nice selection of sensible shoes, wedged pumps, glossy spiked heels and designer style purses.
One purse caught his ever-appraising eyes, a small gold clutch with what looked like (and probably was) a diamonded clasp!
He pulled it out and tossed the expensive bugger into the bag.
“Oui , Good eye Gaston! It's almost like you were a real thief.”
She gurgled this, shivering in delight, as her earrings and necklace flickered along with her figure, like uncontrollable wildfires.
He watched the enticing show from her reflection in the handy door length mirror.
Then he turned back to the closet.
For, as he was moving the dresses over to look into the shelves, his eye had caught sight of a black leather jacket with a belt studded by what must have been a thousand rhinestones.
He now pulled it out and searched its pockets, mainly to tease her a bit further, for he imagined that “Gaston” would do such a thing!
So, he was utterly surprised when his gloved fingertips felt something cold and a bit weighty in a side pocket!
He slipped it out and found he was holding a solid gold cigarette case, which he added to the ever-growing collection in his bag!
His “Mentor” trilled as he did so, exclaiming with happy surprise...
“I had wondered where that had gotten off to luv! The matching lighter should be there too!”
He reached back in, and there it was, as well as a small ivory and ebony gold ringed cigarette holder.
Both of which quickly joined their companion in the now bulging bag.
He then pulled off the shimmery belt.
Even with rhinestones, it was worth a pretty penny he reasoned.
As started to pitch it into the case, he heard the Lady helpfully exclaim in the background, a good idea she said excitedly.
“Save that for when you tie me up to take my jewels!”
Shaking his head, why not? he tossed the belt to the helpful lass’s feet…
Thinking he was quite finished with the closet as he held the leather jacket, he for no rhyme or reason, took the time to hang it back up rather than adding it to the pile on the bed.
But It was as he did so that something, a most decidedly not rhinestone something, flashed in the dim lights in the gap that had been made where the leather jacket had hung!
He eagerly reached in and pulled out a lovely long brown, silky soft, liquidly appearing gown.
Holding it up triumphantly, he looked down at the dazzling sparkles of a magnificent gem-encrusted brooch that was suspended from the gown’s wide centre waistline.
“Good show Gaston!”
She exclaimed in the background.
His eyes left the brooch and looked into the mirror at her.
She was clapping, rings and bracelets, earrings and Coronet, the whole lot, erupting into a million pinpricks of fire as she did so!
He felt his manhood rising precariously as he looked her over, feeling the effect, even from this distance, her primitively carnal arousal!
She eagerly continued, spilling her emotions into her words!
“Mon Mari, I was going to tease you later if you were to ‘ave missed that one, and I was sure you were going to!”
“Tsk!” he said to himself. wonder what the teasing part would have entailed!
At the same time his mind was picturing this, he automatically, without taking his eyes off the mirror, pulled off the brooch and nonchalantly pocketing the breathtakingly pretty jewel before throwing the scintillatingly downy soft feeling soft gown onto the shiny pile already laying strewn about the bed.
It flashed through his mind that the fancy dresses strewn about could have been the striplings from that many jewel encrusted maidens, like this one, and what a delightful haul that would have been to carry out!
Savouring those thoughts, he turned once again to focus his attention, on the rather all too helpful Miss, his eyes traveling unabashedly up and down her figure.
Time was a-wasting!
This is Oxbow Bend at Grand Teton National Park. I'm down on the shore where I should be looking at Mt Moran reflecting off the water. Except it is mid day and the light on the mountain is flat and the water in that direction is rippled. So I turn around to see this instead. The people on the shoreline are looking "the right way"
shines into the eye and heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood :-)
Ralph Waldo Emerson
HFF!!
cosmos, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
BNSF’s Oil Local leans inward around a sharp curve on the final stretch to Shelby. Today’s Oil finds the BNSF 1928 leading the way east as it returns to Shelby after spending the night in Cut Bank. This local has been known to roster a pair of veteran SD40-2’s regularly making it a fascinating train to catch, one of which is still in BN cascade green. However, today the BN painted unit would take a back seat as the 1928 leads.
Subdivision: Hi Line Subdivision
Train Name: Oil Local
Train Symbol: R-MON822
She had curled herself inward, not from cold, but from a quiet ache— the kind that comes when beauty feels too far away to reach.
The world had dimmed, or so she thought. Too many days without color, too many nights without a voice that spoke gently enough to believe.
Then he came. Not with answers, but with stories. Soft ones. Of rivers that forgave their stones, of skies that wept in lavender, of children who named clouds like old friends.
She didn’t bloom. Not yet. But something in her listened. Not with ears, but with the part of her that still remembered spring.
His words fell like rain on soil she’d forgotten was hers. And in the hush between syllables, she felt it— a flicker of warmth, a shimmer of color just beneath the surface.
She opened, not all at once, but with the grace of someone learning to trust again.
One petal, then another— each a quiet yes to the beauty she thought had vanished.
And though she never spoke, he saw it in her glow: his stories had become her sunlight.
Lost
Feeling a little sad, watching my recent sun-less photos taken in my beloved Keukenhof Park , I visited again my 2009 ones, taken on the 20th of April, during a warm, SUNNY day !!
And just have a look at the dramatic artistic difference the sun adds to the TRUE Beauty of this Divine place : the contrast between the levels of light, the colours !! How the blue sky is magically reflected onto the colourful waters!! And YES!! This is the TRUE Keukenhof !!! ALWAYS sunny , especially …inwardly!! I just can’t stand it sunless…
(By the way, look at the sunless difference on the last Keukenhoff capture, taken this last Sunday…)
Enjoy in LARGE!!!
Stairs at the Mechanics' Institute
San Francisco
California, USA
December 2023
The San Francisco Mechanics' Institute has a rather plain and modest looking exterior and is located in a nine-storey building in the heart of the downtown financial district. In contrast to the exterior, it houses a spectacular circular marble and iron staircase. The metal grate along the staircase has a design of keys which represents the unlocking of knowledge, and this is a repeated motif throughout the Institute's architecture. The Mechanics' Institute also houses a library and a chess room. This is such a lovely and beautiful space.
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Where Life Lasts Forever....
Today, in Athens the sky feels heavy, wrapped in shades of grey, the air sharpened by a sudden chill, and this change pulls me inward, and my mind drifts back to Ikaria—the island’s green-blue waters, shimmering under the sun, and the rhythm of life so unhurried it felt like time itself softened....
🌊 I can almost hear the sea again, taste the salt on the breeze, and remember what it was like to simply be, without hurry.
Each day was marked not by clocks but by the slow rhythm of sun and sea, by laughter shared over simple meals, by the ease of lingering without reason 😋
🙏In those moments, I felt a quiet gratitude, as though the island itself had offered me a gift: the freedom to just exist, gently, fully, alive.
Against today’s cold, I carry the warmth of those slow days, where silence had a song and the hours dissolved like salt in water 🌊
Explore. April 01, 2009.
"Vision looks inward and becomes duty.
Vision looks outward and becomes aspiration.
Vision looks upward and becomes faith."
~ Stephen S. Wise
Saint Louis Cathedral (French: Cathédrale Saint-Louis), also known as the Basilica of St. Louis, King of France, has the distinction of being the oldest continuously operating cathedral in the United States.
St. Louis Cathedral
As viewed from Chartres Street
French Quarters
New Orleans, Louisiana
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Interestingness: #105.
Iglesia de Santa María, Porqueres, Girona.
Santa María de Porqueras es una iglesia románica situada en el municipio de Porqueras, en la comarca del Pla de l'Estany.
Igual que una barca varada en la playa, la iglesia de Porqueras se muestra cerca del agua del lago de Bañolas con una silueta inseparable de la orilla lacustre. El color de la piedra, que proviene de las Estunes, el color verde oscuro de los cipreses del cementerio y los reflejos del agua se complementan en un cromatismo de plácida vibración.
La iglesia se alza sobre un ligero promontorio. Tiene a la derecha la rectoría, a la izquierda, el cementerio. Ante este se encuentra una construcción cuadrada; un ligero tejado de cuatro vertientes protege un padrón que culmina en una cruz. Es el comunidor, o lugar desde donde el día de la Santa Cruz de Mayo se bendecía el término, pidiendo la protección divina para las cosechas, sobre todo ante el peligro de granizo.
El ábside es redondo, de medio punto. Está orientado, es decir, mira hacia oriente, como sucede en la mayoría de las iglesias. La luz puede penetrar hacia el interior por cinco aspilleras, que no se encuentran a la misma altura, sino que se elevan gradualmente. Por la parte superior, la transición del ábside hacia el tejado asegura una severa cornisa sostenida por ménsulas lisas. Que sean precisamente 33 puede ser una casualidad, pero también una referencia a los años de la vida de Cristo; el número se encuentra también en los dientes de sierra que ornan uno de los capiteles del interior. En la parte inferior del ábside, un zócalo refuerza el muro.
Las paredes laterales son de un tipo de menaje un poco diverso del absidal. Alguna de ellas podría haber formado parte del templo del siglo IX y haber sido aprovechada en la reedificación del 1182.
Santa María de Porqueras is a Romanesque church located in the municipality of Porqueras, in the region of Pla de l'Estany.
Like a boat stranded on the beach, the Church of Porqueras is shown near the water of Banyoles Lake with an inseparable silhouette of the lake shore. The color of the stone, which comes from the Estunes, the dark green color of the cypresses of the cemetery and the reflections of the water are complemented by a chromatic placid vibration.
The church stands on a slight promontory. It has to the right the rectory, to the left, the cemetery. Before this is a square construction; a light roof of four slopes protects a pattern that culminates in a cross. It is the community, or place from where the day of the Holy Cross of May the term was blessed, asking for divine protection for the crops, especially before the danger of hail.
The apse is round, half a point. It is oriented, that is, it faces east, as it happens in most churches. The light can penetrate inward through five loopholes, which are not at the same height, but gradually rise. At the top, the transition from the apse to the roof ensures a severe cornice supported by smooth corbels. That they are precisely 33 may be a coincidence, but also a reference to the years of the life of Christ; the number is also found in the saw teeth that ornament one of the capitals of the interior. In the lower part of the apse, a base reinforces the wall.
The side walls are of a type of kitchen a little different from the apsidal. Some of them could have been part of the 9th century temple and have been used in the rebuilding of 1182.
THE MYSTERY OF THE VEIL
The Veil can be thick or transparent, unique or multiple; it veils or it unveils, violently or gently, suddenly or progressively; it includes or it excludes, and it separates thus two regions, one inward and one outward. All these modes are manifested in the microcosm as well as in the macrocosm, or in the spiritual life as well as in the cosmic cycles.
The impenetrable Veil covers from sight something that is too sacred or too intimate; the veil of Isis suggests the two relationships, since the body of the Goddess coincides with the Holy-of-Holies.
The "sacred" refers to the divine aspect of "Majesty"; the "intimate" for its part refers to "Beauty"; blinding Majesty and intoxicating Beauty.
The transparent Veil, on the contrary, communicates both the sacred and the intimate, like a sanctuary that opens its door, or a bride who gives herself, or a bridegroom who welcomes and takes possession.
When the Veil is thick, it hides the Divinity: it is made of the forms that constitute the world, but these are also the passions within the soul; the thick Veil is woven out of sensorial phenomena around us and passional phenomena within us; and be it noted that an error is a passional element to the extent that it is serious and that man is attached to it.
The thickness of the Veil is both objective and subjective, in the world and in the soul: it is subjective in the world in so far as our minds fail to penetrate to the essence of forms, and it is objective in the soul in the sense that passions and thoughts are phenomena.
When the Veil is transparent, it reveals the Divinity: it is made of forms in so far as these communicate their spiritual contents, whether we understand them or not; in an analogous fashion, the virtues allow the Divine Qualities to shine through, while the vices indicate their absence, or their opposites, which comes to the same thing. The transparency of the Veil is both objective and subjective, which can be understood without difficulty after what has just been said; for if on the one hand forms are transparent (not in respect
of their existence but in respect of their messages), on the other hand it is our mind which makes them transparent by its penetration.
Transcendence thickens the Veil; immanence renders it transparent, either in the objective world or in ourselves, through our awareness of the underlying Spirit. From quite a different standpoint, however, the understanding of transcendence is a phenomenon of transparency, while on the contrary the brutish enjoyment of what is offered to us by virtue of immanence, is obviously a phenomenon of thickening.
There are iridescent silks in which two opposed colours appear alternately on the same surface, depending on the position of the material; this play of colours evokes cosmic ambiguity, namely the mixture of"nearness" and "distance" (we might also say of greatness and smallness) that characterizes the fabric of which the world is made and of which we ourselves are made. This brings us to the question of the subjective attitude of man before the objective ambiguity of the world.
The noble man, and consequently the spiritual man, sees in positive phenomena the substantial greatness and not the accidental smallness, but he is indeed obliged to discern smallness when it is substantial and when, in consequence, it determines the nature of the phenomenon.
The base man, on the contrary, and sometimes the simply worldly man, sees the accidental before the essential and gives himself over to the consideration of the aspects of smallness which enter into the constitution of greatness, but which cannot detract from its greatness in the least degree, except in the eyes of the man who is himself made of smallness.
The two iridescent colours, it goes without saying, can have an exclusively positive meaning: activity and passivity, rigour and gentleness, strength and beauty, and other complementarities.
The universal Veil comprises a play of contrasts and shocks, and also and even more profoundly and more really, a play of harmony and love.
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Frithjof Schuon: Esoterism as Principle and as Way - The Mystery of the Veil
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Quoted in: The Essential Frithjof Schuon (edited by Seyyed Hossein Nasr)
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Image: Chakrasamvara and consort Vajravarahi
This powerful depiction of Chakrasamvara embracing his yogini consort Vajravarahi is a highly energized visualization, such as would have been experienced by an advanced tantric master. These are key deities in the Vajrayana system, uniting two of the most powerful ideas in esoteric Buddhism, wisdom, embodied in Vajravarahi, and compassion, the essence of Chakrasamvara. His name, which translates as Circle of Bliss, embodies the powerful union of these two fundamentals tenets of Buddhism.
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
Aristotle
A simple snowflake, but one with charm. This little gem is a great example of how a snowflake grows outward and inward at the same time!
I love seeing circles in the snow. The first snowflake I found with circular patterns was so puzzling, I pondered on it for quite some time. It was one of my first correspondences with Ken Libbrecht, a physicist at CalTech who would later write the foreword to my book Sky Crystals, when I brought up this curiosity. He said it looked like inward crystal growth, most certainly. I was still puzzled. How can a snowflake grow both outward and inward at the same time?
The key is thickness. Under less humid conditions, a snowflake can grow thicker on its outer edges, rising the prism facets (the thin edges of the crystal) to be at a higher plane than the main basal facet (the top and bottom). This rigid increase in height is key – it can continue to grow outward, sometimes shrinking back to the same thickness, but the inner edge can also collect water vapour, the building blocks of a snowflake. The magic here is that growing inward will continually round things, and a hexagon becomes a circle. I’m sure you can also spot flower-petal-like features in the branches as well – the same physics at play with a different initial shape.
What’s more interesting is the location of these inward-growing areas. The circles in the center? They’re on the reverse side of the snowflake. It looks like an indentation on the front, but in reality it’s pushing up through the opposite side. Since there are bubbles in the ice that can be seen sitting on top of it, that fact that it looks like it’s pushing in is an optical illusion. See the curves on the branches like petals? If you note their darker darks, this is a sign that you are seeing the contour directly on the front side of the snowflake. Curves on both sides in different places!
One feature of snowflakes is that you never have outward-structured growth on both sides of a snowflake in the same place. On one side can be complex surface details, but the other side (in the exact same place) is often smooth with the exception of growth inward back towards the center of the snowflake. The main tips of the branches have details on the reverse side, while their subtle side-branches near the base of the hexagon have detail on the front (obverse) side. It gets complicated! The trick is to look for contrast, as the higher-contrast details are very often on the front-facing side of the crystal.
For a simple snowflake, there’s a lot to talk about! I’m not a scientist and have no formal training in science, but snowflakes are a window into understanding the building blocks of our universe from a directly observable subject: ice crystals formed in the sky, falling to earth as evidence of these workings.
Want to learn more, and see how far this rabbit hole goes? Follow along with this series, and also consider purchasing a copy of Sky Crystals: www.skycrystals.ca/ - roughly 40 copies of the hardcover edition are still available, from the original 3000 print run. Get yours before they’re gone forever!
"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils."
~William Wordsworth~
Happy Sliders Sunday!!
(best seen large to view some very delicate sliding :))
sometimes we all need a little inward reflection.
This shot kinda sums up my mood at the moment. (although if I could have got it one step to the right it would have been perfect..)
She's very independent these days, but I can still see glimpses of baby in her.
I've been off Flickr for awhile, I was sick, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
{outward...outward/inward #twotakes}
I am an extrovert, I draw my energy from the energy of others. I come alive in a group setting, I thrive while engaging. Knowing this, it has been particularily interesting to see a gradual shift over time. As I've gotten older, I have found myself becoming more of an introvert, my energy source comes from within. I now need solitude to center myself, and recharge my batteries. For me, solitude comes with plenty of self discovery and growth...part intentional, part accidental byproduct of time spent alone. With this internal shift, I have come to know myself better, and love myself more, than I ever thought possible..
~Marcus Aurelius
This is the last picture from the photowalk downtown. Took this one outside of Fifth Avenue place downtown that has a few little, albeit expensive shops; I've never venture in, but it just looked so lively inside compared to that of the gloomy sky!
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The fireworks began promptly at 9PM with this curtain sweeping inward from both sides until the whole area under the center span of the bridge was one large firefall. After meeting up at the Zidell Yards for some tunes, conversation, and food, Greg Pepion , Jim «JP» Hansen and I walked over to the beach under the Marquam Bridge where Patrick Campbell , Chip Greendale , and Dave Honan who had come down from Seattle, all gathered to photograph what turned out to be one of the most spectacular fireworks displays I've ever seen. Catch them all. NB36897,900,903
We could say “I’ve been Spring-Sick”, like “home-sick”, no?
Why, yes!! I have been totally Spring-sick!! Especially in places like Lake Genval (Belgium), when this Spring feeling gets stronger and stronger, because of the existence THIS Light , which is definitely a Spring-Herald !
THIS magical Spring-Light, showers Genval’s Animal Kingdom inhabitants with an uplifting brilliance , which fills my heart with an utter joy! All beings glitter and shine in an extraordinary way! The LIGHT creates unusually enchanting contrasts and colour-tones….
Lake Genval creates deep serenity and tranquility within, a really velvety , positive, uplifting inward condition… So beneficial, so therapeutic ! Anyone who communicates with Nature Beauty, can immensely benefit when found by the mesmerizing waters of Lake Genval, during a brilliant, sunny, early Spring morning ….Like me, today….Like all these adorable creatures you can see in my photos, having just left a freezing Winter behind….
(During this past year, I have really missed “my” Flickr Colours, “my” Flickr-photos tour, my Flickr friends, my Flickr Community and communication! VERY much!!)
SN/NC: Mimosa Pudica, Fabaceae Family
Mimosa pudica (from Latin: pudica "shy, bashful or shrinking"; also called sensitive plant, sleepy plant, action plant, Dormilones, touch-me-not, shame plant, zombie plant, or shy plant) is a creeping annual or perennial flowering plant of the pea/legume family Fabaceae and Magnoliopsida taxon, often grown for its curiosity value: the compound leaves fold inward and droop when touched or shaken, defending themselves from harm, and re-open a few minutes later. In the UK it has gained the Royal Horticultural Society’s Award of Garden Merit.
The species is native to South America and Central America, but is now a pantropical weed, and can be found in Southern United States, South Asia and East Asia as well. It is not shaded tolerant and is primarily found on soils with low nutrient concentrations Mimosa pudica is well known for its rapid plant movement. Like a number of other plant species, it undergoes changes in leaf orientation termed "sleep" or nyctinastic movement. The foliage closes during darkness and reopens in the light. This was first studied by the French scientist Jean-Jacques d'Ortous de Mairan. Due to Mimosa's unique response to touch, it became an ideal plant for many experiments regarding plant habituation and memory.
De soort komt oorspronkelijk uit Zuid-Amerika en Midden-Amerika, maar is nu een pantropisch onkruid en is ook te vinden in Zuid-Verenigde Staten, Zuid-Azië en Oost-Azië. Het is niet schaduwtolerant en wordt voornamelijk aangetroffen op bodems met lage voedingsconcentraties Mimosa pudica staat bekend om zijn snelle plantbeweging. Net als een aantal andere plantensoorten, ondergaat het veranderingen in bladoriëntatie genaamd "slaap" of nyctinastische beweging. Het gebladerte sluit zich bij duisternis en heropent in het licht. Dit werd voor het eerst bestudeerd door de Franse wetenschapper Jean-Jacques d'Ortous de Mairan. Door Mimosa's unieke reactie op aanraking werd het een ideale plant voor veel experimenten met betrekking tot plantgewenning en geheugen. Mimosa pudica (uit het Latijn: pudica "verlegen, verlegen of krimpend"; ook wel gevoelige plant, slaperige plant, actieplant, Dormilones, touch-me-not, schande plant, zombieplant of verlegen plant genoemd) is een sluipende eenjarige of vaste plant bloeiende plant van de erwten- / peulvruchtenfamilie Fabaceae.
La specie è originaria del Sud America e dell'America centrale, ma ora è un'erbaccia pantropicale e può essere trovata negli Stati Uniti meridionali, nell'Asia meridionale e nell'Asia orientale. Non è tollerante all'ombra e si trova principalmente su terreni con basse concentrazioni di nutrienti Mimosa pudica è ben nota per il suo rapido movimento delle piante. Come un certo numero di altre specie vegetali, subisce cambiamenti nell'orientamento delle foglie chiamato "sonno" o movimento nictinastico. Il fogliame si chiude durante l'oscurità e si riapre alla luce. Questo fu studiato per la prima volta dallo scienziato francese Jean-Jacques d'Ortous de Mairan. Grazie all'eccezionale risposta al tatto di Mimosa, divenne una pianta ideale per molti esperimenti riguardanti l'abituazione e la memoria delle piante. La mimosa pudica (dal latino: pudica "timida, timida o restringente"; anche chiamata pianta sensibile, pianta assonnata, pianta d'azione, Dormilones, touch-me-not, pianta vergogna, pianta zombi o pianta timida) è una pianta annuale o perenne strisciante pianta da fiore della famiglia delle Fabaceae piselli / legumi.
A espécie é nativa da América do Sul e América Central, mas agora é uma erva pantropical e pode ser encontrada no sul dos Estados Unidos, sul da Ásia e leste da Ásia. Não é tolerante à sombra e é encontrada principalmente em solos com baixas concentrações de nutrientes. Mimosa pudica é bem conhecida por seu rápido movimento das plantas. Como várias outras espécies de plantas, ela sofre alterações na orientação das folhas denominadas "sono" ou movimento nictinástico. A folhagem fecha durante a escuridão e reabre à luz. Isso foi estudado pela primeira vez pelo cientista francês Jean-Jacques d'Ortous de Mairan. Devido à resposta única da Mimosa ao toque, tornou-se uma planta ideal para muitas experiências relacionadas a hábitos e memória das plantas. Mimosa pudica (do latim: pudica "tímida, ou encolhida"; também chamada de planta sensível, planta sonolenta, planta de ação, Dorminhoca, não-me-toque, planta-da-vergonha, planta-zumbi ou planta tímida) é uma planta baixa, anual ou perene e pertence à família das Fabaceaes.
L'espèce est originaire d'Amérique du Sud et d'Amérique centrale, mais est maintenant une mauvaise herbe pantropicale et peut également être trouvée dans le sud des États-Unis, en Asie du Sud et en Asie de l'Est. Il n'est pas tolérant à l'ombre et se trouve principalement sur les sols à faibles concentrations de nutriments. Mimosa pudica est bien connu pour son mouvement rapide des plantes. Comme un certain nombre d'autres espèces végétales, il subit des changements d'orientation des feuilles appelés «sommeil» ou mouvement nyctinastique. Le feuillage se ferme dans l'obscurité et rouvre à la lumière. Cela a d'abord été étudié par le scientifique français Jean-Jacques d'Ortous de Mairan. En raison de la réponse unique du Mimosa au toucher, il est devenu une plante idéale pour de nombreuses expériences concernant l'accoutumance et la mémoire des plantes. Mimosa pudica (du latin: pudica "timide ou rétrécissant"; également appelée plante sensible, plante endormie, plante d'action, Dormilones, touch-me-not, plante de la honte, plante zombie ou plante timide) est une plante annuelle ou vivace rampante plante à fleurs de la famille des Fabaceae.
Mimosa pudica, la mimosa sensitiva, vergonzosa, nometoques, moriviví, dormidera, adormidera (en Venezuela, no confundir con Papaver somniferum) o dormilona, es una planta originaria de América tropical de la familia de las fabáceas, fácilmente distinguible por su reacción al tacto, desarrollada como defensa ante los depredadores.
Die Art stammt aus Südamerika und Mittelamerika, ist aber heute ein pantropisches Unkraut und kommt auch in den südlichen Vereinigten Staaten, Südasien und Ostasien vor. Es ist nicht schattentolerant und kommt hauptsächlich auf Böden mit geringen Nährstoffkonzentrationen vor. Mimosa pudica ist bekannt für seine schnelle Pflanzenbewegung. Wie eine Reihe anderer Pflanzenarten erfährt es Änderungen in der Blattorientierung, die als "Schlaf" oder nyktinastische Bewegung bezeichnet werden. Das Laub schließt sich bei Dunkelheit und öffnet sich im Licht wieder. Dies wurde zuerst vom französischen Wissenschaftler Jean-Jacques d'Ortous de Mairan untersucht. Aufgrund der einzigartigen Reaktion von Mimosa auf Berührungen wurde es zu einer idealen Pflanze für viele Experimente zur Gewöhnung und zum Gedächtnis von Pflanzen. Mimosa pudica (aus dem Lateinischen: pudica "schüchtern, oder schrumpfend"; auch als empfindliche Pflanze, schläfrige Pflanze, Aktionspflanze, Dormilone, Touch-me-not, Schampflanze, Zombiepflanze oder schüchterne Pflanze bezeichnet) ist eine schleichende einjährige oder mehrjährige Pflanze Blütenpflanze der Erbsen- / Hülsenfruchtfamilie Fabaceae.
الأنواع موطن لأمريكا الجنوبية وأمريكا الوسطى ، لكنها الآن أعشاب مدارية ، ويمكن العثور عليها في جنوب الولايات المتحدة وجنوب آسيا وشرق آسيا أيضًا. ليس مظللاً متحملاً ويوجد في المقام الأول في التربة ذات التركيزات المنخفضة من العناصر الغذائية. مثل عدد من الأنواع النباتية الأخرى ، فإنه يخضع لتغيرات في اتجاه الأوراق التي تسمى \"النوم\" أو حركة nyctinastic. تغلق أوراق الشجر أثناء الظلام وتفتح مرة أخرى في الضوء. تمت دراسة هذا أولاً من قبل العالم الفرنسي جان جاك دورطوس دي ميران. نظرًا لاستجابة ميموزا الفريدة للمس ، فقد أصبحت نباتًا مثاليًا للعديد من التجارب المتعلقة بتعود النبات والذاكرة. ميموزا بوديكا (من اللاتينية: pudica \"خجول ، خجول أو يتقلص\" ؛ يسمى أيضًا النبات الحساس ، النبات النائم ، نبات العمل ، Dormilones ، touch-me-not ، نبات العار ، نبات الزومبي ، أو النبات الخجول) هو زاحف سنوي أو معمر نبات مزهر من عائلة البازلاء / البقوليات.
"Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse." — Henry Van Dyke