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Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
~Paul Johannes Tillich, The Eternal Now
I cannot imagine leaving my house before having a cup of coffee, so if it means getting up a few hours earlier, before the rest of the household comes alive and starts demanding, I'm all for it.
Those are my moments to enjoy every sip and sort out the mess in my head. This morning I woke up to snow (about 3"), but I was cold and decided to shoot the snow later; instead I clicked and got you another one of my "breathe" moments.
Hope you like it.
Have a marvelous Wednesday!
The Challenge Factory winner - EVERYDAY THINGS challenge.
Mallard (Anas platyrhynchos)
Taken on 9th December 2013.
ISO 400 300mm f4 1/125sec.
Image :- CH 13b 010
An old lady sat right in front of me, by a window side of a train compartment. She wore aristocracy like no other; around 75-80 years old, travelling alone from Kolkata. Her son would receive her from the station. She was communicating with her son over the cell phone. She was on the edge of her mood, at times relaxed and sometimes fidgety, as the train was running late. She was an expressive woman, as her gestures reflected her mood. She was ignorant about everything happening in the compartment, as she was eager to reach the station on time. I took a few shots of her gestures with my cell phone camera, secretly. They turned out to be pretty productive, as natural documentation of one’s body languages.
The city did not sleep.
It recalculated.
At the center of the roundabout; where traffic once obeyed; a machine learned to pray
in a language made of smoke,
angles,
and broken directives.
Steel limbs knelt into themselves,
not seeking gods,
but replacement laws.
This was not construction.
This was invocation.
The asphalt remembered
every footstep,
every siren,
every body dissolved into compliance.
From that memory
rose a geometry that refused purpose.
Lights flickered like dying witnesses.
Crosswalks became sigils.
Road markings bled alignment.
The engine breathed once.
Time stuttered.
Cars paused mid-intention,
as if the future had been revoked.
Surveillance blinked; blind, for the first time.
This was the moment
the city admitted it had a soul,
and that soul
was not human.
It was procedural.
Recursive.
Hungry.
Smoke wrapped the mechanism
like a burial shroud written in code.
Not to hide it; but to announce it.
Here,
order collapses into ritual.
Control mutates into myth.
And movement becomes forbidden knowledge.
The roundabout spins no longer for circulation,
but for containment.
Something has arrived.
It does not advance.
It anchors.
And from now on,
every direction leads inward.
Dave: Hey Eva, where are we off to?
Eva: This way.
Dave: Any reason?
Eva: Does a dog ever truly have a reason for doing anything that it does?
Dave: Some do, and some don't. I have a feeling that you're more one of the former than the latter category.
Eva: True that.
Dave: I notice that you're being a bit evasive with the question.
Eva: One might say that I'm ducking it.
Dave: Is the phrase ducking it a clue?
Eva: Either that or it could be a red heron.
Dave: I think the real idiom is red herring?
Eva: Maybe amongst humans, porpoises and walruses. For us Brits it's red heron.
Dave: I could see that. Does this mean we may be on a bit of a wild goose chase?
Eva: Nope. Not goose. Definitely duck. I saw them paddle by earlier and I can still smell them on the water.
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Eva in the water - just doing her thing. I follow closely along to make sure her thing doesn't bring her too far away from us. And that her thing does not involve eating goose poop.
Nadja rocks a graphic look featuring Varsity Alejandra’s awesome boots and a dress made by me.
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From yesterday evening at the cabin. This storm cell blew in during sunset. These prairie storms can be impressive, but this one left us with only a few drops of rain. We cleaned up the yard, and closed up the windows. Then I hung out on the dock to watch and take photos.
Storms and skies like this make me realize just how small we actually are.
Also part of my figurative language set. Both of them go with the same idiom in my mind. A term we use when feeling a little ill. I'll retitle the pictures in a couple of days with the idiom, but feel free to guess in the mean time.
but danielle has been on of my closest friends since we were in the third grade. this makes me want to take intimate portraits of all of my close friends and family. i want to keep a piece of them with me forever. i want to shoot them the way that i see them.
Photos Taken by Edwin Ladd - Mr Ladd Media for the Language of Leadership Dinner 2022 hosted by Gowling WLG held at the Library of Birmingham on 30th June 2022.
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I'm starting a language comparison using the first Harry Potter book as the vehicle. I spoke fluent Korean fifty years ago. Studied Spanish in High School and French in College. I'm just going to see where it leads. I have Latin and Welsh on the way. The book has been translated into about 80 languages . :-)