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"Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate."
Albert Schweitzer
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Work Your Magic contest #1. The original submission was offered by Skagitrenee entitled Icicle Reflected see below for original.
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Aftermath of a misunderstanding between Freight 325 and a plow extra. 574 received a chop nose at Waterville. Allens, Waldoboro. February 1972
Sometimes, a photo gives me an uneasy feeling; this is one of them. The man's attitude is not sympathetic to say the least. The woman looking backwards is not appreciating the photographic attention.
Several foreigners in China had a racist approach to Chinese.
Belgium cartoonist Hergé showed examples in the adventures of Tintin, "The Blue Lotus".
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blue_Lotus
"The Blue Lotus (French: Le Lotus bleu) is the fifth volume of The Adventures of Tintin, the comics series by Belgian cartoonist Hergé with aid from Zhang Chongren. Commissioned by the conservative Belgian newspaper Le Vingtième Siècle for its children's supplement Le Petit Vingtième, it was serialised weekly from August 1934 to October 1935 before being published in a collected volume by Casterman in 1936. "
"In creating The Blue Lotus, Hergé exhibited a newfound emphasis on accuracy and documentation in his portrayal of foreign societies. He was heavily influenced by his close friend Zhang Chongren, a Chinese student studying in Belgium, and the work both satirises common European misconceptions about China as well as criticising the actions of the Japanese invaders. The Blue Lotus was a commercial success in Belgium and was soon serialised in France and Switzerland, while news of the book led to the Chinese political leader Chiang Kai-shek inviting Hergé to visit China itself. "
"Hergé actively satirised typical European opinions of China in The Blue Lotus. He had Thomson and Thompson dress in what they perceived as traditional Chinese costume, as Mandarins, only to stand out in stark contrast to the actual clothing worn in China. He also had Gibbons, one of the story's antagonists, express racist attitudes toward the Chinese, and made Tintin give a speech to Chang explaining western misunderstandings of the Chinese. He took "a radical view" by expressing a criticism of Western activity in China's International Settlement, depicting it as extremely corrupt and only interested in its own commercial interests. He gained much of his information on such issues from Zhang, who informed him of the political events occurring in China from a Chinese perspective."
Charles Gesner van der Voort (1916-1991) was part of a group of Dutch bachelors in pre-war Shanghai. Another member of this group was David van Gelderen (1908-1990), originally from Rotterdam. He arrived in Shanghai in 1933, working for Unilever, a merger of the operations of Dutch Margarine Unie and British soap maker Lever Brothers.
The photo albums of his China years contain many photos of the bachelor life in those days: travel, work, parties, trips within China and to Japan. They also include photos of the bombing of the Unilever factory during the 1937 Japanese attack of Shanghai, membership of the French Special Police and other unique photos.
Like Charles, David was interned in Chapei Civil Assembly Centre by the Japanese from 1943 to 1945.
Being Jewish, internment in Shanghai probably saved David’s life; since all of his family members in the Netherlands were killed by the Nazis.
David married, had two children and continued to work for Unilever. He became member of Nederlandse Reünisten Vereniging China (NRVC, Dutch Reunists Association China).
This photo shows Mr. Plaisir, who seems to have been one of David van Gelderen's business contacts. A religious event outside a temple seems to take place.
Courtesy Van Gelderen family archives
The rhinoceros hornbill (Buceros rhinoceros) is one of the largest hornbills, adults being approximately the size of a swan, 91–122 cm (36–48 in) long and weighing 2–3 kg (4.4–6.6 lb). In captivity it can live for up to 90 years. It is found in lowland and montane, tropical and subtropical climates and in mountain rain forests up to 1,400 metres altitude in Borneo, Sumatra, Java, the Malay Peninsula, Singapore, and southern Thailand.
The rhinoceros hornbill is the state bird of the Malaysian state of Sarawak and the country's National Bird. Some Dayak people, especially the Ibanic groups, believe it to be the chief of worldly birds or the supreme worldly bird, and its statue is used to welcome the god of the augural birds, Sengalang Burong, to the feasts and celebrations of humankind. Contrary to some misunderstandings, the rhinoceros hornbill does not represent their war god, Sengalang Burong, who is represented in this world by the brahminy kite
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Beautiful Amedeo on display goes to the city looking for what he is looking for
life scenes
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I've heard a story, about a little elephant. He asked his mom ' Where's my happiness ? ' ' It's right at your tail ' . Little elephant tries to catch his tail in many ways , but of course he can't do that . Finaly , his mom says ' If you look forward , happiness will be right next to you ' . I'll take this to my own story , where miserable and problems just mess all my life up . I receive it from someone i really trust , and i don't know why . Maybe everyone don't get me , don't trust me or hear bad things about me , it's ok , i accept I'm not a good person , not a good person in anyway . But so what ? Even an evil person like me , i do have food , do have friends , even though they're not beside me , but they always trust me , believe me and love me . I think it's enough . Much more enough than having friends around but they don't get me or misunderstanding about me . It's really hard to face it , but everything will be alright . Lonely must get to its place . Either do i . I'm a broken pieces , I cannot match that puzzle quiz .
La casa de Castril es un palacio renacentista ubicado en la ciudad española de Granada, comunidad autónoma de Andalucía; en ella se encuentra actualmente el Museo Arqueológico de Granada.
La casa se halla enclavada en la carrera del Darro, en el antiguo barrio árabe de Ajsaris, sede a partir del siglo XVI de parte de la nobleza granadina, como muestran sus construcciones blasonadas. La Casa de Castril es uno de los mejores ejemplos de palacios renacentistas de Granada y perteneció a la familia de Hernando de Zafra, secretario de los Reyes Católicos que participó activamente en la reconquista de la ciudad a los musulmanes y en sus Capitulaciones. En lo alto de la fachada está grabada la fecha de su construcción: 1539. Esta obra ha sido atribuida a Sebastián de Alcántara, uno de los más destacados discípulos de Diego de Siloé. En 1917 se adquirió la Casa del Castril a los herederos del insigne arabista Leopoldo Eguílaz y Yanguas para ubicar definitivamente el citado Museo.
Además, sobre el edificio recae una vieja leyenda, de cuando era habitado en época árabe, la cual se refiere a una misteriosa dama de blanco que se aparece de vez en cuando, fruto de un desencuentro entre el padre de una bella muchacha que habitaba el edificio y su supuesto amante, que desencadenaron la furia del padre y posteriormente su ahorcamiento y emparedamiento en el balcón lateral del edificio. Sobre este balcón ciego se puede leer una consigna que dice: "Esperando la del cielo", lo que podría referirse a "esperando la justicia del cielo", que probablemente tuviese relación con las palabras que el supuesto amante pronunció antes de ser ahorcado.
es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casa_de_Castril
rinconesdegranada.com/casa-de-castril
The Castril palace (also House of Castril) is a Renaissance style palace located in Sacromonte, a district of the Spanish city of Granada. Nowadays it hosts the Archaeological Museum of Granada.
The house is nailed in the Race of the Darro, in the old Arab district of Ajsaris, seat of 16th century's granadine nobility. The palace is one of the best Renaissance palaces of Granada and belonged to the family of Hernando de Zafra, secretary of Catholic monarchs who participated actively in reconquering it from the Muslim hands during the Reconquista.
At the top of the facade the date of its foundation is recorded: 1539. This work has been attributed to Sebastián de Alcántara, one of the most outstanding disciples of Diego de Siloé. In 1917, the Castril palace was acquired by arabist and orientalist Leopoldo Eguílaz y Yanguas to make it a definitive location of the Archaeological Museum of Granada.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castril_Palace
There is also an old legend about the building, dating back to the time when it was inhabited in Arab times, which refers to a mysterious lady in white who appears from time to time, the result of a misunderstanding between the father of a beautiful girl who lived in the building and her supposed lover, which triggered the father's fury and subsequently led to her hanging and walling herself up on the side balcony of the building. On this blind balcony one can read a slogan that reads: "Waiting for heaven's justice", which could refer to "waiting for heaven's justice", probably related to the words that the supposed lover uttered before being hanged.
That's my youngest on the Zipline.
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Ephesians 5:20
"always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."
In everything we do we have to acknowledge God.
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Random thoughts *
I used to be a very legalistic in my christian views before, that at times I realized I loose it into something useless , fruitless, getting misdirected. In fact, it leads into bitter misunderstandings with another. Only God do judge , although we are to judge righteously too, but as often the case , it slips off and done without love and patience to another. Which ends up in contentions. Some use often this word " God spoke to them", yet when you listen to their speech, they seem full of condemnation in their tongues , putting division in the church by operating in their own fleshy wisdom. Sometimes self righteousness rush in and closely followed by pride, where the devil is given a door to come in and operate in that realm .
I have seen this kind of divisions the virtual Christian YT community , even in FB too. I've seen this also in real life , much of it.
Self righteousness can be truly blinding and the devil gets better used of it if we are not careful to discernment. Only Jesus is the righteous Holy one, while us are just redeemed filthy rags, nothing to boast neither our good works to prove we are right.
1 Peter 5:8
"always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."
Job 1:7
"The LORD said to Satan, "Where have you come from?" Satan answered the LORD, "From roaming throughout the earth, going back and forth on it."
As you strive closer to walk with God, the devil will try it's best to get you out off path from the Lord. You will not see the devil with it's ugly face. It comes sneaky and crafty at its best less undetected, it attacks believers at their weakest points.
So be vigilant as we are commanded to, and take the full armor of faith.
The Dutch and English names of these animals are based on a linguistic misunderstanding. By Afrikaners they were called puntlip and wijdlip (wijd = wide).
The English interpreted wide as white and so the other automatically became black. The Dutch translated this as white and black rhino.
Clem Snopes is Flem Snopes twin brother. They havent spoken since 1957. They had an irreconciable misunderstanding. At the county fair each sold their prize steer to different people.
Shine the light of love
Inside every heart
Illusion, Christmas
Put your dreams to fly
Sow peace, give love
That the whole world asks for more
When the reason comes
And misunderstanding goes away
When you want to fight
For an ideal
There is one more smile.
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
This species occurs in the tropical Western Atlantic, the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea. The specific name "madagascarensis" literally means "of Madagascar", but this was a misunderstanding of the type locality by the original author.
Size 17 cm in length (appx 7 in)
La casa de Castril es un palacio renacentista ubicado en la ciudad española de Granada, comunidad autónoma de Andalucía; en ella se encuentra actualmente el Museo Arqueológico de Granada.
La casa se halla enclavada en la carrera del Darro, en el antiguo barrio árabe de Ajsaris, sede a partir del siglo XVI de parte de la nobleza granadina, como muestran sus construcciones blasonadas. La Casa de Castril es uno de los mejores ejemplos de palacios renacentistas de Granada y perteneció a la familia de Hernando de Zafra, secretario de los Reyes Católicos que participó activamente en la reconquista de la ciudad a los musulmanes y en sus Capitulaciones. En lo alto de la fachada está grabada la fecha de su construcción: 1539. Esta obra ha sido atribuida a Sebastián de Alcántara, uno de los más destacados discípulos de Diego de Siloé. En 1917 se adquirió la Casa del Castril a los herederos del insigne arabista Leopoldo Eguílaz y Yanguas para ubicar definitivamente el citado Museo.
Además, sobre el edificio recae una vieja leyenda, de cuando era habitado en época árabe, la cual se refiere a una misteriosa dama de blanco que se aparece de vez en cuando, fruto de un desencuentro entre el padre de una bella muchacha que habitaba el edificio y su supuesto amante, que desencadenaron la furia del padre y posteriormente su ahorcamiento y emparedamiento en el balcón lateral del edificio. Sobre este balcón ciego se puede leer una consigna que dice: "Esperando la del cielo", lo que podría referirse a "esperando la justicia del cielo", que probablemente tuviese relación con las palabras que el supuesto amante pronunció antes de ser ahorcado.
es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casa_de_Castril
rinconesdegranada.com/casa-de-castril
The Castril palace (also House of Castril) is a Renaissance style palace located in Sacromonte, a district of the Spanish city of Granada. Nowadays it hosts the Archaeological Museum of Granada.
The house is nailed in the Race of the Darro, in the old Arab district of Ajsaris, seat of 16th century's granadine nobility. The palace is one of the best Renaissance palaces of Granada and belonged to the family of Hernando de Zafra, secretary of Catholic monarchs who participated actively in reconquering it from the Muslim hands during the Reconquista.
At the top of the facade the date of its foundation is recorded: 1539. This work has been attributed to Sebastián de Alcántara, one of the most outstanding disciples of Diego de Siloé. In 1917, the Castril palace was acquired by arabist and orientalist Leopoldo Eguílaz y Yanguas to make it a definitive location of the Archaeological Museum of Granada.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castril_Palace
There is also an old legend about the building, dating back to the time when it was inhabited in Arab times, which refers to a mysterious lady in white who appears from time to time, the result of a misunderstanding between the father of a beautiful girl who lived in the building and her supposed lover, which triggered the father's fury and subsequently led to her hanging and walling herself up on the side balcony of the building. On this blind balcony one can read a slogan that reads: "Waiting for heaven's justice", which could refer to "waiting for heaven's justice", probably related to the words that the supposed lover uttered before being hanged.
"Just as the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.”
~Albert Schweitzer
HBM!
Clearly my landscape photographs aren't the "big sellers" on my stream, but this was one of my favorites from our July trip to Alaska, and it seemed like a good choice for Happy Monday Blues. Note that the blue in the ice has not been altered at all. In fact, I toned down the saturation slightly as it looked too fake in its natural state.
Explore #188
**Although the thought is appreciated, please no graphic awards or invites**
I’ve been tagged by Alass..
Sorry Alass I will break the rules
I will write in English cuz most of my contact are English speakers, write 10 facts cuz lack of time “I want the ones I choose feel happy cuz I ask them to write 10 not 14” and for choosing I wish I could chose all my contact to be tagged but I will choose 6.
10 facts about me:
1. Express my photos In a way that will solve issue(s) we face.
2. Don’t have much time to take photos.
3. Start my work at 7 AM and get back home from work at 5 PM.
4. Read a lot of books to improve my knowledge.
5. Practice almost daily.
6. Love to stay alone & thinking of what I did, do & will do.
7. Love apple & hate onion.
8. Like to contact friends how add value to me & I could add value to them.
9. Love roses, specially red ones.
10.When misunderstanding occurs, I like to stay in contact to reach Win-Win situation.
I will choose:
Helminadia( Unhappy )
knoXZee ~ BZ ~
Super Flower ♥ إظبيه
LuLu *_^
Haya_
tiwiq
Kind Regards,
Ali,
Sakura came upon Shirou and Rin having a close conversation, and ducked back around the corner before they could notice.
"Why is Rin touching him? What's going on between them? Why doesn't he notice me?" Sakura asks herself. "Why is my heart pounding? And why do I feel like I'm going to cry?"
Growing up hurts...
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“They had no previous connection whatever with Connemara; but they saw connections where others who should have seen them simply looked the other way.” Joseph O'Connor.
Beyond the cities and the concrete,
Where green vibrates most, there is connection.
Beyond hatred and misunderstanding,
Where the air is purest, there is connection.
Beyond fear and resentment,
Where the sea kisses the mountain, there is connection.
Beyond language and religion,
Where there is respect, there is connection.
Beyond origin and color,
over there, not so far away, there is connection,
Over 5 years capturing and sharing the incredible beauty of Ireland with the world. From east to west, from north to south, enjoying every moment. For many more trips, experiences, photos and videos to come, let's keep going!
Our YouTube Travel Video with Behind the Scenes of this picture:
youtu.be/UUXz2UvMPqc?si=PdYFhoevdm6viuy5
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“No tenían ninguna conexión previa con Connemara; pero vieron conexiones dónde otros que deberían haberlas visto simplemente miraron para otro lado”. Joseph O'Connor.
Más allá de las ciudades y del hormigón,
allá donde el verde más vibra, hay conexión.
Más allá del odio y de la incomprensión,
allá donde el aire es más puro, hay conexión.
Más allá del miedo y del rencor,
allá donde el mar besa la montaña, hay conexión.
Más allá de la lengua y de la religión,
allá donde hay respeto, hay conexión.
Más allá de la procedencia y del color,
por allá, no tan lejos, hay conexión.
Más de 5 años capturando y compartiendo la increíble belleza de Irlanda con el mundo. De este a oeste, de norte a sur, disfrutando cada instante. Por muchos viajes, experiencias, fotos y vídeos más, ¡sigamos!
My entry for round 5 of the Middle Earth LEGO Olympics. My category was Valinor from The Silmarilion, and I chose to recreate the Kinslaying at Alqualondë. The build was loosely inspired by this image, particularly the landscaping. It took 7 days to complete, and weighs a whopping 26.2 pounds, making it my largest solo build to date! The build process proved to be very challenging at times, especially the water and mossy hillside. Initially I just was using trans clear 1x2 bricks for the water, but it was warping so much I had to add plates to connect it to the bottom layer of water, so that it would attach correctly.
Below is a summary of the Kinslaying at Alqualondë for those of you who are interested.
"The Kinslaying at Alqualondë was the first slaying of Elf by Elf, and was the act that banned the Ñoldor from returning to Aman, the lands of the West, for centuries. When Fëanor intended to leave Valinor, he needed ships to get to Middle-earth without great loss, but the Ñoldor possessed no ships, and Fëanor feared that any delay in their departure would cause the Ñoldor to reconsider. The Ñoldor, led by Fëanor and his sons, tried to persuade their friends, the Teleri of Alqualondë, to give him their ships. However, the Teleri would not help in any way against the will of the Valar, and in fact attempted to persuade their friends to reconsider and stay in Aman. Unwilling to take "no" for an answer, the Ñoldor started taking the ships and sailing them away. This angered the Teleri, and they threatened the Ñoldor with rocks and arrows, and they threw many of Fëanor's followers out of the ships and into the harbor. They also began to attempt to block the harbour; however, it is only slightly possible that the Teleri drew first blood. Then the Ñoldor drew swords, and the Teleri their bows, and there was a bitter fight that seemed evenly matched, if not even in favor of the Teleri, until the second Host of the Ñoldor, led by Fingon, arrived together with some of Fingolfin's people. Misunderstanding the situation, they assumed the Teleri had attacked the Ñoldor under orders of the Valar, and they joined the fight."
Plenty more pictures on brickbuilt.
Once upon a time, in a world that looked suspiciously like ours but had slightly more dramatic sunsets, the human race found itself tied together by invisible steel chains.
No one remembered exactly who started it—maybe it was the first person who said, “Let’s form a committee,” or maybe it was when someone invented the group chat—but there they were: chains stretching across towns, countries, and awkward family reunions.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea. These weren’t the scary dungeon kind of chains. These were more like the kind you forget you’re wearing until someone reminds you—like “Hey, you forgot to reply to that email from last Tuesday.”
Some links were made of friendship. Others were forged from shared office coffee and the universal agreement that Mondays are terrible. These chains helped people work together, raise kids, and survive long meetings that could have been emails. In these moments, the chains sparkled. They kept us from drifting too far apart—like cosmic friendship bracelets made of mild obligation and love.
But of course, not all chains are equal.
Some chains got a little too tight. Like when one person decided they were in charge of the group project and suddenly everyone else was just carrying bricks. Or when society said, “This is the way things have always been,” and no one asked, “But should it be?” Those chains clanked a little louder and rubbed the wrists wrong.
Still, humans are a funny bunch. Even when tangled in all sorts of emotional knots and generational expectations, they somehow found ways to laugh about it. To link arms instead of wrists. To turn the chains into swings, hammocks, maybe even funky art installations.
In times of peace, the chains held us in cheerful webs of wedding dances, neighborhood BBQs, and late-night phone calls that started with “You won’t believe what happened today.”
In times of chaos, they reminded us—grumpily—that we were all stuck on the same spinning rock and might as well try to get along (or at least agree on a playlist for the road trip).
So, yes—humanity is still linked together, for better or worse. By group chats and traffic laws, by memes and misunderstandings, by holiday traditions and shared playlists.
We may rattle. We may groan. But now and then, we hear the music of the chains and realize we’re all in the same dance.
And really—what’s more human than that?
Well here is another video - Black -
Lyrics: The color of my heart is black It was burnt to black, just like that I break glass whenever I feel like And I look at my bloody hands and think, why am I like this why
Your smile is shining gold But the way you speak, feel so cold As time goes by, you’re becoming more like me Sometimes I feel like karma is running after me, know
*The real name of love is definitely hatred Hope is the parent of disappointment and despair Why didn’t I know that the shadow that has casted over my face Was created from the light called, you It has been a while since the time between you and I have stopped Misunderstanding is always the cause of pain Well I don’t even know myself So my hope for you to know me is a misunderstanding itself
**People smile with an effort, hiding the truth As if they’re happy While hiding the lie in the word love As if it will be forever The color of my gloomy world is black The beginning and end change, black and white People are cunning, sometime become delusional Really why am I like this, why Those lips are red, just like red lies As time goes by, the language between the two The colors that each one has don’t mesh, yeah *Repeat Since I’ve met you agony is the only thing left Everyday is series of hills of hardships and temptation Now I sing of breaking up, I tell you This is my last confession
**Repeat Someday when I’m left at the edge of the world alone I might miss you yeah Someday when I’m tamed to the edge of sadness I might regret at the end I’m going to go back to the way I came from, black The summer when you and I were hot, it’s been too long I’m going to go back to the way I came from, black The summer when you and I were hot, it’s been too long Fade away fade away fade away fade away Fade away fade away fade away fade away...
With a little luck, we can help it out.
We can make this whole damn thing work out.
With a little love, we can lay it down.
Can't you feel the town exploding?
There is no end to what we can do together.
There is no end, there is no end.
The wiliow turns his back on inclement weather;
And if he can do it, we can do it, just me and you,
And a little luck, we can clear it up.
We can bring it in for a landing,
With a little luck, we can turn it on.
There can be no misunderstanding.
There is no end to what we can do together.
There is no end, there is no end.
The willow turns his back on inclement weather;
We can do it, just me and you.
This tree has had its picture taken rather a lot I think. It's situated on the edge of a golf driving range and I've seen people getting photos of it on several occasions. It's an old tree and a couple of years ago the owners had to install the post for support.....as if the tree itself didn't already have enough character now it comes with its own walking stick!
I gave this picture the title a couple of years ago and now just seemed like an appropriate time to post it after the very great kindness of Amanda White who dedicated one of her photos toward myself and the VERY kind comments from those who posted on that thread. I've been out of the loop, photographically speaking, for the last few years and the encouragement I've received from those of you who have so very generously commented or invited my photos to your groups recently has been gratefully received ...more than you can know.
And just so there is no misunderstanding I believe encouragement also includes constructive critique because suggesting what could have been different in a photograph, whether in camera or in edit, is an important part of the process of improvement.
I have been blown away and so inspired by the photography I've been seeing here on Flickr I just can't help but get a little excited when I see your wonderful photographs and hopefully my comments on your work convey that.
One more thing.....Bahman Farzad gave me a piece of advice which is worth sharing: "Compare your work with your own work and make sure u make progress. It will take you there...
With a smile,
Holly :-)
Amanda White's PhotoStream:
www.flickr.com/photos/amanda_white_photography/with/14736...
Bahman Farzad's PhotoStream:
www.flickr.com/photos/21644167@N04/
My Portfolio: www.hollycawfieldphotography.net/
Darwin Jingili Water Gardens Day 3-4
After 3 three days of enacting a forced repetitive activity, I am starting to feel obsessive. I have a clear mind, however, I am annoyed by not being able to achieve other to-do duties of the day. Not that walking through Jingili Water Gardens is overbearing. I am finding it pleasurable. The oxygen is clean, birds are singing, people are greeting and the temperature is wonderful. What I am finding obsessive is that writing a reflection is time-consuming. So to alleviate this pressure I am restricting my reflection from a daily event to incorporating two days of walking through Jingili Water Gardens into one reflection.
Do I feel driven to engage in one reflection per activity? Yes.
Do I feel anxiety and guilt for not achieving my goal? Yes.
Did I underestimate the commitment? Yes.
In three days I lost control of my task and had to reprocess how I am to achieve purpose without re-purposing or letting go. My holiday intention was to not 'just do it' with the purpose of performing an activity that bridges yesterday, today, and tomorrow. That is a bridge I have identified to assist in gaining creative insight.
In regards to simultaneously observing my thinking and my thoughts about my thinking, I have realized a subset that underlies my problem. My day three and four walks around Jingili Water Gardens were more or less the same, however not exactly the same. The people involved are becoming real. Certain people appear at the same location every second day. Others appeared further along or behind their point of interaction. I even noted an individual's loop point. In each iteration, my behavior is normalizing. It is no longer a question on whether I say "good morning". It is now a question of whether I maintain expectations.
My Jingili Water Gardens walk now includes cognitive empathy. That is, I am thinking about my interaction and the third person's interaction. Does the push-bike rider evade me, or do I demonstrate prior evasion? Do I stand ground, step aside, smile, or frown based on their physical conveyance. Then once demonstrated, do we both accept the contract is as ongoing?
This cognitive realization gained by employing repetition, questions my good as well as the good of combined interaction and that of the third person initiative. Each small smile or frown can be quickly established as the norm, however, each interaction occurs in a slightly different place along the path. Does this mean that each interaction with the same person can be influence by where and when? Then if I alter my reaction to each location am I distorting my emotional empathy to confuse the comforts of repetition? Do I maintain consistency for the satisfaction of sameness disregarding the actual difference?
My thoughts are now questioning the identification of purpose. If I ignore the interactions I ignore my intention of gaining understanding through repetitive activity. Are fleeting interactions as important as the actual length and time of walk? Likewise, are the inhabiting people of the tourist location as important as the UNESCO world heritage site? Underneath this reflection is whether my cognitive gain of completing an activity of the intended activity or is it the minor and fleeting people interactions within the activity, the gained merit?
Thinking about this problem could be part of the creative problem I started with. In short, my problem could be someone else's perspective. Rather than trying to solve my problem through my cognitive questioning, I should apply my interpretation of other people's thinking of me.
If I am to stay focussed on repetitive behaviors I may need to self-reflect as someone else rather than being self-focussed. This could be a formal way of letting myself into myself as a third person. Can I become inclusive of myself through a base of problem-solving myself? Constructing a user-friendly approach that pays attention to my cognitive misunderstandings and emotional positioning on the service/products that I create. That is collaborating with myself as a third person(s).
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Taken at home. Well not actually at home, but a room I created for the pic. Big thanks to Ulfa and her cat outfit.
It’s always fun when someone challenges me with “okay, what can you do with this mr funny man?”
Clearing up any misunderstanding that this is a dress, no, it's an apron worn over a summer working skirt. The apron hangs just below the skirt and keeps it clean not only around the house, but most importantly in the kitchen.
I decided I’d have a go at illustrating the classic Two Ronnies sketch “Four Candles” (which you can see here - youtu.be/Ozpek_FrOPs).
Ironically I had completely forgotten that the part of the gag that I’ve illustrated was the misunderstanding that the customer wanted fork handles, not four candles, however, the fork handles were for the gardening implement and not handles for forks for eating, I thought that actually improved the image!
After that misunderstanding in the corridor, Deborah invited Ben over to her appartment.
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This picture was a lot tougher than expected. I wanted to have some real SciFi flat, the window with rounded edges looking out to the spaceport. Didn't have the bricks to build round, grey edges and with that gone, I didn't care for a clear view from the windows. There actually is a miniature spaceship obscured by the teapot but I only see it, because I know it's there.
Deborah without her uniform was another thing that took ages, because the CMF under that armour ist just plain black. How would she look underneath? How much of her is artificial? Her left hand is yellow, but the leg has a mechanical print, so that's a prothesis, and the other way around on the right hand side.
Ben is happy, because a real person wants to spend time with him.
Toy Project Day 2278
Independent flow of thoughts of the Mind
Same like ever-changing Physical Matter
What you love the most this moment
Turns a matter of hatred, the very next moment.
When faith weakens a little, my dear
Both doubt and misunderstanding appear
Everything transitory Here,
Everything mere momentary
Yet, the Love that vanish,
In fact , Never existed
- Anuj Nair
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Bigger is better, hmm? Men are all alike. Did you check the measurements before ordering?
Yes, of course!
No, of coursen't. There's a weeny difference between Zoll and Zentimeter, being a factor of 2.54
Damn. But it was cheap!
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The german Zoll is an inch, and the Zentimeter is -surprise!- a centimeter.
Bought the 42121 Technic digger on sale and just had to do something with the big excavator shovel.
As there seems to be some misunderstanding: I knew exactly what I was buying, the shovel is part of a set, and this is only a setup for Mike and Jo.
Toy Project Day 2319
There is a well known Zen painting of a monkey hanging by one arm from a tree, who is trying in vain to reach for a reflection of the moon in the water's surface below. This famous work illustrates the Zen kōan – “Zen is a finger pointing to the moon.” In other words, Zen is a mere means to attaining enlightenment, not an end. As the monkey tries to grasp the reflection on the water’s surface, it knows nothing of the existence of the real moon. Thus it is a symbol of the grasping unenlightened self. The image, which serves as a warning against misunderstanding the methods behind Zen teachings, is usually shown to Zen novices and therefore falls into the Zenga category i.e. simple Zen paintings with a didactic content for instructing beginners.
In this picture, a painting of the Shangpa Kagyu lineage tree hangs on my bedroom wall at the Palpung Centre in Wales as I perform certain Losar Buddhist practices leading up to the Tibetan New Year. Having just finished the Green Tara Sadhana, I look at the reflection of the Shangpa Kagyu tree thangka in a Green Tara picture hanging on the wall and wonder if I am like the monkey… Or whether I have truly realised that these practices are nothing more than a ‘finger’ pointing toward enlightenment.
The Mechanics Monument, San Francisco (Douglas Tilden, 1899)
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For My People
For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an unseen power;
For my people lending their strength to the years, to the gone years and the now years and the maybe years, washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending hoeing plowing digging planting pruning patching dragging along never gaining never reaping never knowing and never understanding;
For my playmates in the clay and dust and sand of Alabama backyards playing baptizing and preaching and doctor and jail and soldier and school and mama and cooking and playhouse and concert and store and hair and Miss Choomby and company;
For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn to know the reasons why and the answers to and the people who and the places where and the days when, in memory of the bitter hours when we discovered we were black and poor and small and different and nobody cared and nobody wondered and nobody understood;
For the boys and girls who grew in spite of these things to be man and woman, to laugh and dance and sing and play and drink their wine and religion and success, to marry their playmates and bear children and then die of consumption and anemia and lynching;
For my people thronging 47th Street in Chicago and Lenox Avenue in New York and Rampart Street in New Orleans, lost disinherited dispossessed and happy people filling the cabarets and taverns and other people’s pockets and needing bread and shoes and milk and land and money and something—something all our own;
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, and shackled and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;
For my people blundering and groping and floundering in the dark of churches and schools and clubs and societies, associations and councils and committees and conventions, distressed and disturbed and deceived and devoured by money-hungry glory-craving leeches, preyed on by facile force of state and fad and novelty, by false prophet and holy believer;
For my people standing staring trying to fashion a better way from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding, trying to fashion a world that will hold all the people, all the faces, all the adams and eves and their countless generations;
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second generation full of courage issue forth; let a people loving freedom come to growth. Let a beauty full of healing and a strength of final clenching be the pulsing in our spirits and our blood. Let the martial songs be written, let the dirges disappear. Let a race of men now rise and take control.
Margaret Walker, “For My People” from This is My Century: New and Collected Poems. Copyright © 1989 by Margaret Walker. Reprinted by permission of University of Georgia Press.
Source: Poetry (November 1937).
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Georgia Supreme Court Justice Leah Ward Sears reads "For My People"
February is African American History Month
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SOME INFORMATION ABOUT THE “HEEMPARKS” IN AMSTELVEEN
At the moment everyone is wanting to create environmentally-sensitive green spaces everywhere. At the same time, there is a great deal of misunderstanding about the concepts of Naturepark-wildplanting and “ecological” greening. In Amstelveen our first attempt was to colonise a marshy area with native plant communities. This attempt was a complete failure: The hostile, unnatural environment encouraged one group of plants to flourish at the expense of the others, which in turn adapted badly to this new “home”. Als a result the neighbouring plants were overwhelmed. If you want to give an educational, biological or aesthetic value to the planting, then human intervention is essential.If you intend to establish native-planting in a garden of park, then you must take account of the resource available in the given circumstances. This will determine whether you go for a more or less cultivated approach, or resort to something more naturalistic.
Bello Honesto Emigrato Australia Marries Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order wife using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing herself. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Amedeo sees Carmela and immediately falls in love with her
life scenes
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A tragedy... but not the end.
It’s a tough blow.
I know some people take pleasure in others’ misfortunes, but I refuse to let them have the last word. I will rise again.
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It would give me the strength to keep going and overcome this injustice. 🙏
👉 I will re-upload my 500 videos one by one. It’ll take time, but I won’t give up.
Why did this happen?
Someone reported my channel for supposedly pornographic videos (on nipple and clitoral piercings). Of course, that wasn’t the case, but YouTube decided to delete it despite my appeal.
To avoid any misunderstandings, I won’t be posting that kind of content on YouTube anymore.
Do you know what would hurt the haters the most?
If this new channel becomes even bigger and more popular than the old one.
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What is the price you would pay?
Since the dawn of mankind, an eye for an eye has always been a grotesque statement of death amongst people. It has been an enraging battle of intrusive thoughts, taken course upon action to harm innocent lives. You don't know some ones heart without knowing that individual. Many will just look at the darkness that shows upon you and think you are a monster without a soul. Don't think someone is evil with out seeing the light that shows through them. Through decades of misunderstandings, my bloodline has been vanquished cause of what my people are. Some look to us as freaks, terrified of who we are.
We was the last kind of Nosferatu who would not harm any form of life for our survival. We had our own means of surviving, without even having the thought of harming another living person or animal for that matter. We loved everything and everyone. But now even more mankind has been blinded sided causing a great divide between humans and Nosferatu, thinking its "us" or "them". I've known in time of what would happen to me. I've accepted my death, my fate, my destiny. Our ancestors was the souls of the damned. Dating back to our first father Count Dracula. As us being last in the blood line we was looking to make a change, a better life, for humans and Nosferatu to come together to live in peace and harmony. Our legacy has died entirely on this cold night. I have now joined my loving husband, children, family and friends in the afterlife. My death will not be in vain but to look as a sacrifice for the Nosferatu. Now our souls live freely without fear. We are not out for vengeance. We are rather rejoicing we can all be together again as one. Remember this: What is the price you would pay to take a life?
~ Count Matthew Thiccula
December 31st, 1800
Bello Honest Emigrant Australia Would Marry Compaesana Illibata -
Director: Luigi Zampa
Writers: Rodolfo Sonego
Stars: Alberto Sordi, Claudia Cardinale, Riccardo Garrone
(1971)
A worker who emigrated to Australia searches for a mail-order bride using a friend's photo. A former prostitute who wants to change her life contacts him, without revealing her identity. Their mutual lies create a series of hilarious and bitter misunderstandings.
Amedeo is a poor Italian immigrant living in Australia for twenty years. Seeking to marry an Italian wife, he corresponds with Carmela, a pretty girl from Rome. They do not reveal their true identities and do not mention their hardships in their letters. Carmela is actually a prostitute seeking an opportunity to change her life style. Amedeo, embarrassed about his looks, sends a photograph to Carmela of his handsome friend Giuseppe.
Giuseppe welcomes Carmela
life scenes
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After forty-two years of marriage, Helen could interpret the tiniest flicker in Robert's eyes, the way they glinted under the dim light as he stood regarding her. Today his gaze was steely, piercing through her with a rare intensity that took her by surprise.
They’d argued, not for the first time, over something small—something that had only grown bigger because of the history layered between them.
As the silence stretched, Helen felt the weight of a thousand misunderstandings, grievances, and tender moments all wrapped in that single cold, hard stare. In that unspoken truce, they felt, once again, the quiet strength of a love that had weathered far more than this.
Sidmouth, Devon, UK.
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Between 1534 and 1541, Jacques Cartier made three trips to Canada in the name of France’s King Francis I. Like other European explorers, he was looking for riches and a new route to Asia.
On his second trip, in 1535, he came with 110 men and three ships, the Grande Hermine, Petite Hermine and Emerillon. They set up camp at the mouth of the Saint-Charles River near the site of what is now Quebec City.
Winter was a disaster - 25 of his men died and relations with his native hosts soured. The survivors returned to France in May 1536.
On his third voyage in 1541, he sought to establish a colony, but was bedevilled by the same problems - disease, misunderstandings with the Iroquoian inhabitants and no precious metal to be found. In 1543, they went home.
Despite the setbacks, Cartier’s accounts of his travels raised awareness of New France and particularly the St.Lawrence route to the interior.