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“A structure not supremely interesting, not logical, not … commandingly beautiful, but grandly curious and superbly rich. … If it had no other distinction it would still have that of impressive, immeasurable achievement … a supreme embodiment of vigorous effort.” (Henry James)
iPhoneography on iPhone 7 Plus. Trimmed in Aviary, contrast heightened and loaded into Instagram app.
There is no logical reason why people are panic buying toilet rolls for a pandemic illness that effects the lungs.
Duh.
those fortune cookies are so smart. and logical too.
not really feelin a picture today, the roomates are having a party tonight so we all know what that means....better get sleep now.
my last words were "try and be respectful" yeah right, they're asswipes and dont care....oh yeah and above breaking my futon they've stolen my laundry basket too.
edit i bit the bullet and drove the 4 hours home...i just can't take a full weekend of that...might just come home every weekend...i at least enjoy it here. and cleaned my fingernail....awkwardly dirty for some reason....gotta love print!
Something a little different to mark Thanksgiving this year. But that’s only logical, given that Thanksgiving is a different holiday than most that we observe here in the United States. Other occasions like Christmas and Easter—originally intended to commemorate the birth and resurrection of Jesus Christ, respectively—have declined into yet two more days on the calendar on which we get gifts and overindulge ourselves. Thanksgiving, on the other hand, holds little commercial potential aside from foodstuffs, and it is instead centered around community and, well, thankfulness. It’s a time of coming together, of remembering what matters most and expressing gratitude to the Source of the blessings in our lives. Though not as historically or spiritually significant as Christmas, for example, Thanksgiving provides a unique opportunity for unity, regardless of people’s backgrounds or religious beliefs. Despite their radically different perspectives, the Pilgrims and Native Americans sat down in peace and celebrated the autumn harvest at the “First Thanksgiving” in 1621. Perhaps there are still lessons to be learned today, four hundred years after that historic feast.
We all can be more grateful, and I can imagine no better place to start than at our own dining tables, surrounded by family, friends, and food. So let us give thanks, to God and to our fellow man, and reflect on all that is good in our lives—and maybe how we can make the rest a little better, too.
SDG.
While waiting for the Oystercatchers to come my way I squatted down in about an inch of water, as they came closer and closer my knees reached the point where I had to move. I had a choice, get up and the birds would leave or sit down; of course I made the logical choice, I sat down in the icy cold water and was rewarded with these photos.
I was actually looking for the Museu do Oriente, and thought it logical to reach the underground station called 'Oriente' to find that museum. It comes out the Museu do Oriente it is located almost at the opposite side of the city, so I learnt my lesson and next time I will do my homework before looking for a museum in a city I have been only for one day.
Instead in Oriente I found the Parque das Nações, an area revitalized and build anew for the Expo 98 Exhibition.
There you can find the biggest Oceanarium in Europe and a Science Museum, among other interesting features.
Definitely an area to visit again, and not by mistake, this time :)
This image could be considered as a logical but unlikely successor to the United version; or it could simply be accepted as a rather large dose of artistic licence. Perhaps similar ECW bodies might have been built on more conventional chassis, which might reasonably have had longer front-line service lives?
Love it or hate it, the Arriva livery certainly changes the character of many of the body style to which it is applied - and it has proved to be remarkable durable in an era where livery styles are continuously evolving. For a different take on this modern classic livery, see the Arriva Netherlands and Arriva Malta images elsewhere in this Flickr collection (11-Jan-11).
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♪♫♩Según Matias Lespiau | According to Matias Lespiau Gracias!
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-------person = "in-love"
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-------love = "for-fools"
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It's natural
It's chemical
It's logical
Habitual
It's sensual
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I'm sure most logical foamers would have turned around once the clouds rolled in... but we decided to stick it out until the end. Here MNAU speeds west to Aurora on the Huron Sub into Florence. Just glad to get another daylight shot at this spot... even if it was clouded out once again.
I picked up a great many things in my years in the Christian church. There are still wholly formed passages of Scripture floating around in the back corridors of my brain, unsung hymns with lovely melodies that bring tears to the eyes. There are also many logical arguments living in my brain on expired leases. The Teleological argument, the Cosmological argument, the Ontological argument. Their business cards are still here in my purse.
I was trained vigorously in these arguments in the apologetics courses I took in college. Twelve years later, every time I start flirting with a religious framework that does not center around the very particular conservative Christian system of sacrifice and atonement I was trained in, Teleo, Cosmo, and Onto pop up, look over my shoulder nervously. "Are you sure you want to do that?" "I'm thinking you might regret that eventually."
For a brief passage early in the decade, my then-husband and I attended elaborate Christian apologetics courses at night. We would drive to a big church on the other side of town and listen to heady lectures delivered by well-educated professors on the validity of the Christian message. We took notes in the notebooks they provided us. They talked a lot about "the inherent dignity of man," which is a beautiful belief, one I deeply miss now that I have stepped away from the Christian ecosystem it lives in. It's good to have a belief system that honors the anonymous moments of suffering and sadness that each person endures.
What I'm wondering now is who's still around when Teleo, Cosmo, and Onto finally fall asleep. Can I invite the "inherent dignity of man" over for tea? The logicians are so severe. They are made of bone. There is no muscle in them, no heart. I don't want a belief system that adores my brain and ignores my body. I want to believe something that makes my chest hurt. In a good way.
I've been scratching about this issue for quite a while in my journal. A few weeks ago, I wrote this question in the margins of my journal. And yeah, it's sort of an ontological argument, I suppose. But so far, I can't answer the question, and that's okay with me.
For me, photography is an emotional endeavor. In my "day life" I am a pretty rational, analytical and logical person.
At least I try to be.
Once upon a time I went to school to become an engineer. Someone who was far more into astrology than I am (not saying much) described me as triple vulcan. I do love to think and analyze things, situations and people. It is not that I am unemotional, I just value analytical and rational thought in such times over emotional thought.
But that changes when I get out into the world with a camera. As I said above, photography is an emotional activity for me. I try to photograph based on feeling rather than reason, emotions as opposed to logic. Sure, some analysis is necessary, I still meter and do the requisite math to calculate the long exposures I am fond of, but I get that work done as quickly as I can and it is only a means to an end. I don't aim to make photos that represent technical achievement or superb rational execution. I like to try to make photos that reflect how I felt in a certain moment and that usually involves photos that contain some sense of the wonder I see and feel about the world when I am out in it as a photographer.
Perhaps that is why I have taken so well to pinhole. Pinhole photography is less about analysis than it is about intuition, it is less about documentation than it is about a slightly ethereal memory of a being somewhere. With pinhole it is easy to dream, and dreams tend to be driven by emotion.
Anyway, the genesis for tonight's reflection came about due to a discussion I was having regarding the supreme court and the difference between looking at the situation rationally versus emotionally. I was arguing the rational perspective, unsurprisingly. Then I sit down at the computer and start editing and looking at images and realized that they showed a very different version of me looking at the world and I found that interesting.
Reality So Subtle 6x6
Kodak Ektar 100
From this angle, the name scarlet mormon (Papilio deiphobus rumanzovia) seems pretty logical, but if you see the same (male) butterfly from the other side (like here: www.flickr.com/photos/tinyturtle/52415930723/), it would appear a bit surprising.
This species, like all mormon butterflies try and mimic the red-bodied swallowtails which is a number of species which, like the name suggests, have more or less red bodies. Those are poisonous and the red is a warning - which the mormons try and take advantage of.
"There is no logical way to the discovery of these elemental laws. There is only the way of intuition, which is helped by a feeling for the order lying behind the appearance."
-- Albert Einstein
The Cyprian Garden - A stunningly beautiful BDSM playground, Serena Atlantica
More logical packaging for condoms
(On our first day's wandering we passed a grocer's. Everyone knows strange consumer products are one of the best things about travel.)
- From Walled city to World city - 9 November 1989 -
Freely Walking the Line along the 1.3 kms of History and Art
Once,it was the Berlin Wall - Now, it’s the longest open-air Gallery in the world.The East Side Gallery takes a section of the Berlin Wall and makes it an open-air Gallery.
Immediately after the "Wall of Shame" came down,118 artists from 21 countries began painting the East Side Gallery.
Berlin was a divided city for nearly thirty years;the two parallel walls dominated by watchtowers,guards,barbed wire and the zone between them,called "the death strip",became history.
East and West Berliners made history that night of November.They climbed over the concrete walls,crowded through the narrow border crossing points and retook their city in its entirety.Touching were the moments of this historical event when East & West Berlin reunified.
However,after the Iron Curtain came down more and more walls are going up in the world.They come in steel and concrete,with watchtowers and barbed wire.
The only frontier that has ever existed is the self.
Man is a "hive minded" species by nature.
I recall Robert Frost's poem "Mending Wall" and wonder if
Good fences make good neighbours ...
"Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." ...
Why all those new divisions ?
Why Mankind is building separation barriers in an era when Globalisation was supposed to tear the barriers down ? History shows that walls rarely do what they set out to do.
“We build too many walls and not enough bridges.” Isaac Newton
Well,I know in my heart of hearts that this is classic Wishful Thinking or an informal Logical Fallacy as subconscious desires appear through assumptions of truth ...
Yet,I will never give up hoping for Peace throughout the World ...
* Just some thoughts of superannuated idealism ...
* We should care more about the substance of the world than its shadow ...
“I have often had a retrospective vision where everything in my past life seems to fall with significance into logical sequence.”
― Ansel Adams
"Of all the logical impasses,
unknowings,
paradoxes,
and terrors that provoke laughter,
death,
by its finality
and unsolvable mystery,
is paramount."
~ Andrew Hudgins ~
"We must become bigger than we have been:
more courageous,
greater in spirit,
larger in outlook.
We must become members of a new race,
overcoming petty prejudice,
owing our ultimate allegiance not to nations
but to our fellow men within the human community."
~ Haile Selassie ~
"To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:"
~ Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version ~
Seemed like a logical upload following the Innocenti replacement for the Mini. This was one of my very last photos in Rome, I had already gone back to the hotel but was determined to find a couple more things out and about. Happily, I saw this and another older car, but this was my favourite. It just looked so right.
Ok, there is no logical explanation. This photo has made Explore. (Bemused photographer scratches head.) Luckily it's low on the list and with a bit of luck will fall out quickly!
Back in the Netherlands, woke up at 5 couldn't sleep anymore so going to the AWD is a logical choice....back in our own paradise...
Roger Hodgson -Supertramp 1979
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Hair by Emotion
Art and Science, they say, are polar opposites that must not be forked together. One is intuitive, inductive, and sensory, while the other is analytical, deductive, and logical. They must be held apart, for they come from different places and evoke different things in the practitioner while suffocating and/or rewarding them in unlike ways.
Now, is that true?
Let’s take the example of the String theory – a theory, which at its crescendo, posits the existence of eleven dimensions around us: ten of space and one of time (M-theory). On the surface, string theory is the child of Science: an analytical idea that was deduced in a systematic and logical way. It divides all particles in the universe into two types: Bosons and Fermions, and from there, attempts to explore the universe at the highest level of abstraction. At dizzying heights of such abstraction, this theory posits that a staggering 10^520 universes (Multiverse) may exist folded within the theoretical ‘String landscape’ of 11 dimensions. Intuitively, such abstraction is useless for an artist, who often struggles to portray three regular dimensions within restrictions of the two dimensional canvas. Instead, imagine portraying all 11 dimensions on a flat surface… it is forbiddingly disorienting!
Disorientation is not limited to artists; scientists suffer at the hands of this theory too. The String theory cannot be experimentally proven, or more importantly, disproven. To many scientists, what cannot be tested is not science. Period. And yet, generations of physicists have pursued the String theory with a creative madness rivaled in intensity only by lunacy of geniuses like Beethoven, Schumann and Vincent van Gogh. So, who are these physicists working their paint in mathematical formalization for three decades trying to birth their ‘theory of everything’ in some tangible form? Are they scientists – because they are using impeccable mathematics in their art; or, are they artists – because they are applying their top creative sparks and imagination in their science?
So, at the risk of offending a few prigs and pundits, I will leave you with the idea that Science and Art are perhaps like Bosons and Fermions, which according to an even wilder version of string theory (Supersymmetry), are contained in one another: every Fermion has a Boson, and every Boson a Fermion.
(Continuation of story)
From the north of Thailand, where we had a glimpse of many forbidden things, we reversed our travels and headed back to Bangkok by train. Oh the agony of enduring the wooden seats again for hours on end.
At this point, the group dwindled down to Jane, Jessica and me. We decided to go south to the beach city of Pattaya, made famous by its lurid clubs and bars selling sex and alcohol. It was the logical first stop on our quest to see the unspoiled and highly rated beaches of Thailand. We would try to avoid the sex scene to keep Jessica from seeing that part of steamy Thailand.
We booked a small, shared van and along the way several Kuwaiti men piled in too. They seemed so exotic to me with their disdashas and headdresses on. When they saw three American women, their eyes lit up and there was chatter between them. Soon they pulled a bottle of Mekong whiskey out of a bag and offered it to us, giggling all the while.
Ah ha, I thought! They plan to get us drunk during the two-hour drive and take advantage of us. I was the only one who drank in the group and thought that this would be a fun challenge so I shared the bottle as it was passed around. By the end of the trip their eyes were crossed, they were slurring their words and in a fit of laughter, they kept repeating the word “spinney.” They were drunk and I was quite sober. It was great fun to wave them on their way as they staggered away from the van when we reached Pattaya.
We found a great guesthouse to stay. Breakfast was served around the bar in the morning where the rescued pet monkey would greet us on his own bar stool. It is here where we met Don, his son and his friends. Don’s son was a diver and worked at one of the dive shops.
Don had traveled to Thailand to find his son and to rescue him from the deep abyss of drugs that had engulfed his life. He had become a casualty of the seductive underbelly of Thailand. Don was a businessman from Chicago who was used to the rough and tumble life of Chicago. He was accomplished and strong, but he felt at times that he was not going to win the battle of saving his son from having a wasted life.
I thought that it was amazing that people even thought about diving in the waters off of Pattaya. The word was that the water was very polluted. When Don and his son took us out on their boat, I stayed on the boat while they dived into the murky water. From Pattaya, all of us went off to experience several truly pristine beaches and find the original beauty of Thailand. Don eventually returned to his business in Chicago, but I would see him on other occasions when he returned to salvage his son.
The women took a bus down to a very secluded beach called Phuket. Yes, it was really very secluded and quiet. Pine trees lined some areas of the white sand beach which was a wonderful surprise to me. There was one tourist hotel, but it was expensive. We rented little cottages on stilts, which were more in our price range and settled in.
We stayed longer than expected because it was very quiet, but we also felt trapped. The monsoons had hit and sheets of rain fell every day for almost the entire day. At the beginning of this weather phenomenon I was sitting on the beach admiring the view and the clouds, when the clouds started to move towards me and then opened up. In a minute, I was drenched in rainwater.
The picture is of Jessica spending quiet moments on deserted Patong Beach during a brief break from the monsoon rains. Yes, this is really how the beach look thirty years ago. Hard to imagine , isn't it?
“Surely the day is coming; when arrogance will complete earths logical downward climate progresssion.
All very logical. It is a hotel. You can find it at Kungsträdgården. They offer 94 unique rooms. If you are a Francophile, this is the place for you. The building dates back to 1764 and was built for the countess and painter Eva Bielke. Just a few years later, the noble Piper family bought it. They kept it for two hundred years and added a few stories during that time. The hotel dates back a decade.
Burning Man Festival 2019 in Nevada. The theme was "Metamorphoses"
To see more images from 2019 and other years of Burning Man festival go to: www.dusttoashes.com
I hope you enjoyed the images and thank you for visiting.
One of the more logical signs on display as the DC stop of the 'Tea Party Express' protest tour kicked off its event in Freedom Plaza on Tax Day 2010.
Washington, DC / April 15, 2010
Boo!
Argh, Flynn, that's a bit of a scary face!
Haha, I know!
What did I do to deserve a fright?
Oh, nothin'... but you see it's the first day of Logical Autumn today.
Erm, I think you mean meteorological autumn, Flynn.
I know what I mean, Hooman! Anyway, it's autumn, that means soon it's Halloween.
Not for a little while yet, Flynnie...
Never too soon to start practising, Hooman. A border collie is always prepared.
Hmm... if you say so.
'Sides, there's about a million squirrels roundabouts an' they're fun to scare, whatever the time of year.
The local apple orchards are indeed *full* of squirrels at the moment. These orchards are right on the edge of woodland, with just a narrow path separating the squirrels' wild home from the miniature trees. Obviously, the apples are now ready to be harvested & indeed many have already fallen off the trees... so it seems a large proportion of the local squirrel population have sneaked across & are helping themselves to a harvest feast. The rodents are twitchy though, as the apple trees are too small to provide good climbing places & safety. Flynn accidentally-on-purpose startled a good number today, sending them scurrying back over to the big, tall, wild trees of the woods.
I'm surprised we haven't seen any *humans* out picking apples here yet. A lot of the fruit has already fallen from the tree & will now be left to rot (or be eaten by the squirrels!). There are big wooden boxes placed out ready to store picked produce but seemingly no-one - other than the squirrels - to do the picking! I don't know if the farmer is simply running behind or if they're struggling to find workers this year, perhaps due to Brexit (in previous years, it's mostly been eastern Europeans getting in the harvest). I hope they get picked soon & don't go to waste!