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The mind is everything. What you think you become.
- Buddha -
Happy Weekend my friends and don't forget to watch the wonderful moon tonight. :-)
Sony a6000+ Leica Summilux 50mm 1.4 +Voigtalnder V-E close focus adapter+ Kenko DG Extension tube16mm+10mm
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A bit of fading wall art I came across at the old Lorton prison. Time and the elements have worked this one over pretty well.
When I spotted it a line from the Gordon Lightfoot classic, "Carefree Highway: popped into my head and stuck there.
"Searching through the fragments of my dream shattered sleep....."
Hopefully we'll all sleep better once this horror show of a year is over. In the meantime be well, friends, and stay as safe as safe can be.
Slainte !
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritous mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
Faith in the future out of the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
We're playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time
Mind games- John Lennon
I have been working through a few compositions over the last few weeks, but they never quite seemed to have a solid flow. Today a progression came to me and I just really liked the way it moved and sounded… hopeful to catch a video coming soon!
Theme: Guitar Tuesday
Year Eighteen Of My 365 Project
Taken at Sunny's studio. (pose: Insomnia Angel.)
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Mind flayers, also known as illithids, and sometimes referred to as ghaik by the githyanki, were sadistic aberrations feared by sentient creatures on many worlds across the multiverse due to their powerful psionic abilities. From their twisted lairs deep in the Underdark, these alien entities sought to expand their dominion over all other lifeforms, controlling their minds to use them as obedient thralls. They consumed their victims' very personality by extracting and devouring their brains while they were still alive
Das Wasserstraßenkreuz Minden führt den Mittellandkanal über die rund 13 Meter tiefer liegende Weser und bildet eines der größten Wasserstraßenkreuze der Welt.
So the drones have arrived in Sydney.
They control the show, but can they control our minds?
This is a new version of one of the many images I have of the Drone Shows on Sydney Harbour, Sydney Cove and Darling Harbour during the Vivid Light Festivals of 2023 and 2024.
Photographed from beside the south-eastern pylon of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Along the Cahill Walkway. Next to the Cahill Expressway. No tripod - the camera was resting on the side of the harbour bridge, lol.
So here's John Lennon with his song 'Mind Games'. But I don't think he could have anticipated drones. OR maybe he did.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVYXWVs0Prc
Check out the amazing 'retro' video clip of John Lennon walking through Central Park, in New York.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 16-35mm f/4L IS USM lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom and PhotoPad Pro by NCH software.
~ Talya ~ Alessa ~ Virgy ~
"He falls not whom true friends help forward on his way." - Egil's Saga, c.67
Some injuries never heal.
You can’t see them,
they’re hidden deep inside.
Most of us have old wounds.
Let these injuries keep you soft and kindhearted,
allowing them to make you hard accomplishes little, except more hurt.
-- me
following my own path.
learning to sit with uncertainty.
embracing impermanence.
training the dragon in my heart.
reflecting on the mind,
so excitable, so uncertain,
so difficult to control.
inhale love… exhale doubt.
❣️ 💙 📷 🐄 🐾 🐎 💋
🌼 ❄️ 🎼 ✍️ 💕️ ✨
a soldier of peace
in the army of love.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
I hope that you are all having a wonderful weekend of photography my Flickr friends.
Take care.
The mind is the root from which all things grow if you can understand the mind, everything else is included.
-Bodhidharma-
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"Flowery mind"
Mr Spock is testing his mind control to see if he can change the remote to the channel he wants or influence me to do his bidding.
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot;
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.
[Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope]
thinking of antimethod.
grazie a benjamino e al suo muro!
(a mr. X per la D50)