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Picture of and by Ljuljana Cmok used with kind permission by her and magna gratitude by me.
This picture is not to be used without my written permission not here nor anywhere else.
I don't like flashy awards, since they're mostly given because of an obligation to stupid group rules. If you got something to say, say it in your own words and not by copying and pasting. I don't follow such rules, so if you have the sweaper running, don't even bother to invite me please. As of now the flashy awards will be removed, no offence!
CANON EOS REBEL T6
Lizzie Chloe Photography
2020
Project: Concrete Dualities
Growing up a mixed kid in Vermont had me split. I was mixed all over the place; blended of every paint in the set. It creates a brownish-purple that kinda makes me uncomfortable. The color makes me want to strap on some water wings and swim against the current.
Concrete Duality is going to be a series on being different & often misunderstood. The goal is for the artist and the viewer to come to terms with each other not being understood and both parties accepting this.
What I've learned about survival and success is that you gotta immerse yourself entirely in the sensation of discomfort. It churns my guts and fog my brain....but you gotta ask yourself the hard questions. Harder feat; you gotta be willing to answer them.
95/365
I found some roses on my way doing todays shoot, so here's what I came up with. Bringing my wee brother on shoots to help is pretty great too, i had no choice in the matter since my tripod isn't here .-.
I almost didn't take anything today because giving up seems so much easier. Balancing this and all of the nothing i am doing is pretty hard.
8/7/08 - I had the song "Rescued" by Jack's Mannequin on repeat all night. I've been in such a good mood lately that I've forgotten how much it hurts to cry. Usually when I get upset enough to, it's to the point of shaking. Last night was no exception. Ah, I guess I fear rejection more than I realized. It's hard loving someone who's heart isn't on their sleeve. You have to dig deeper, try harder, and give your all. I don't know how much more I have to give. I'm confused and a little hurt. I just want him back.
Today I am not feeling beautiful.
"Oh, say you'll miss me one last time and I'll be strong. Whatever you do, please don't get me rescued. 'Cause I'm feeling like I might need to be near you." - Jack's Mannequin.
I misunderstood the theme for the Hereios group, but I'd already drawn scared finger people. So I did the best I could.
That's Vladislav, aka Vlad, aka Groot. His full name is Viago Vladislav Deacon, we call him Vlad because the husband couldn't say Viago. Well, turns out he can't say "Vlad" either, so he calls him Groot because he always sits on his shoulder like the Baby Groot did in the second "Guardians of the Galaxy" movie. On Instagram, his hashtag is #VladislavTheGroot
CANON EOS REBEL T6
Lizzie Chloe Photography
2020
Project: Concrete Dualities
Growing up a mixed kid in Vermont had me split. I was mixed all over the place; blended of every paint in the set. It creates a brownish-purple that kinda makes me uncomfortable. The color makes me want to strap on some water wings and swim against the current.
Concrete Duality is going to be a series on being different & often misunderstood. The goal is for the artist and the viewer to come to terms with each other not being understood and both parties accepting this.
What I've learned about survival and success is that you gotta immerse yourself entirely in the sensation of discomfort. It churns my guts and fog my brain....but you gotta ask yourself the hard questions. Harder feat; you gotta be willing to answer them.
This was my first bear encounter today, and my first bear of 2014. Such amazing, beautiful, and misunderstood animals. Love bears!! :)
A skin-walker, or a yee naaldlooshi, follower of the witchery way. Often
misunderstood by their people, the legends about them speak of murder,
necrophilia, and abandonment of humanity.
While some yee naaldlooshi are vicious beings of evil, many are simply
people who have decided, for various reasons, that they would like to spend
part of their lives as animals.
Myths say that the murder of a blood relative is the final step to becoming
a skin-walker, the truth, however, that the death of a loved one is one of
the more common causes of deciding to abandon human form.
It is also said that past of the ritual involves midnight dances in the
nude. This misguided idea is prevalent because skin-walkers cannot
transform their clothing when they take animal form.
One notion that is completely correct is that the skin-walker must use the
pelt of the animal whose form they wish to take.
Nascha of the Gray Wolf Clan chose the life a yee naaldlooshi after her
parents and younger brother died of a fever.
She has since spent much of her time as a snow leopard, in a call far from
the territory of her clan.
When in human form she wears ponchos, blankets, or other garments that can
be easily and quickly shed, or nothing at all.
The legends of skin-walker's evil and sadistic nature has helped her to
avoid others, causing her to propogate the myths whenever possible.
The most far fetched and silly conspiracy theories are based on misunderstood science, misrepresented facts and in some cases out right lies.
Shocker upon shocker!! Here is a theory is based on a CT documentary series called "Loose Change". The theory is that United Airlines aircraft registered as N591UA did not crash on 911 and was actually spotted flying out of Chicago's O'Hare airport on April 10th of 2003.
From the documentary series "Loose Change"
Quote:
It’s an interesting postscript that Flight 93 was spotted on April 10th, 2003 at Chicago’s O’Hare by David Friedman, a United Airlines employee who records all of his flights. The tail number, N591UA was spotted on Flight 1111, a United Airlines 757. And according to the FAA, both N591UA and N612UA, Flights 93 and 175, are still valid. But Flights 11 and 77 are listed as destroyed. Not to mention that they were not even scheduled to fly on September 11th.
If you check the BTS database (www.bts.gov) it reveals that the flight in question seen by Friedman is listed as Flight 1111 but under N594UA not N591UA. It apears that Friedman mistook the 4 for a 1. As it turns out Friedman is NOT a UA employee as claimed by the "Loose Change" producers and Friedman has no interest in conspiracy theories. Shocker upon shocker!! I know ....... right?
Here are the UA flights out of O'Hare on April 10th, 2003. This is a screen capture of the BTS data. I highlighted the flight in question in yellow.
Dona misunderstood my directions when we were looking for the Lawson Massacre grave site and pulled into this cemetery thinking it was our destination. Actually, the Lawson grave site was much further down the road. However, this proved to be, for me, one of the most interesting cemeteries I've ever visited.
When we pulled up there was a truck parked in the back part of the cemetery. A man in his late twenties or early thirties had a flower arrangement in his hand. I was scouting out things to shoot so I did not pay him any attention other than seeing him when he got out of his truck. He did not stay long. Soon he got in his truck and drove off.
Dona has COPD and, therefore, does not always get out of the car at every site we visit. As I walked the cemetery looking for things to photograph, Dona spied something that interested her. She got out of the car and called to me. I went over. What she spotted was a bench with the engraving, "In Memory of Rocky Lee Turbyfill". I did not think that was too interesting until I started looking at the grave. It was adorned with various objects expressing love and sadness over the loss of this man who had died. And, here was where the young man had placed his flowers. I was intrigued by this. According to the dates on the marker, Rocky Lee had been dead for over thirteen years. Yet, he was still remembered in the hearts of his loved ones.
A recurring theme you will find if you read the comments I place with my photographs is that of memories. Photographs record for us visual documents that help us remember. They help us get in touch with the emotions connected with that which is from the past. Photographs help us to remember. And, I firmly believe that as long as someone or some thing is remembered, they live on in the hearts of people, in the memories of those who remember.
I feel that the carousel is one of the most misunderstood theme park attractions. In its hey-day, the carousel was the "must-do" thing at your favorite amusement park. Now though, it suffers the competition of extreme thrills and advanced technology. So next time you're at a theme park- give the carousel a chance and enjoy the retrospective...
Prince Charming's Regal Carousel
Magic Kingdom
Walt Disney World Resort
Lake Buena Vista, FL
“Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood…”
Maps & Legends: R.E.M., Fables Of The Reconstruction
I join the masses in saying that I don’t have a clue what Michael Stipe was referring to in this song, but as I’ve said before with music you don’t have to always know what the composer meant- because it’s all relative to what it means to you.
I’ve always loved the feel and groove of this song- the back to California kind of hippie feel of the sixties, but also with a little dark turn to this. For me this song always spoke out to the fact that what we have “pre-determined” may not always be the best path. What others say “You should do this…” may always have the best intentions, but you have to follow your own path. And there may always be complete logic behind the advice of others… but heart and intention should always out-weigh such thinsg!
*** Artist Notes ***
Map of Texas- a State with more towns than one could want to visit… but I have been in and through most of them in all my life adventures.
Lyrics:
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
Called the fool and the company,
On his own where he'd rather be
Where he ought to be, he sees what you can't see, can't you see that?
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
Maybe he's caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood
Down the way the road's divided,
Paint me the places you have seen
Those who know what I don't know
Refer to the yellow, red and green
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
He's not to be reached, he's to be reached
The map that you painted didn't seem real
He just sings whatever he's seen
Point to the legend, point to the east,
Point to the yellow, red and green
Maybe he's caught in the legend,
Maybe he's caught in the mood
Maybe these maps and legends
Have been misunderstood, been misunderstood
Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached
Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached
Is he to be reached? He's not to be reached anymore
Joy’s photos are like magic spells, casting over me a sense of serenity and hope. She posts a photo almost every day—sometimes she posts two!—and when I see them, I feel like I’ve communicated with a traveling companion whom I’ve never met and know next to nothing about, yet whose presence I feel on the path beside me, and who I feel I understand on a deeply emotional level, where all the best magic comes from.
She almost always writes a few lines about her photos, which have the meditative quality of poetry, and which always leave me purring contentedly. She writes in the humble lowercase. She wouldn't want to be misunderstood. To walk her path is to embrace both the light and the dark inside yourself. To treat yourself gently means learning to hold your own hand.
I’m grateful for your company, Joy, and for those days when you lead the way! :)
The path to Joy starts here: www.flickr.com/photos/joyjordan/
Vincent van Gogh:
The Starry Night (1889)
Emotion, Vision, and A Singular Style
Mention Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853–1890) and one of the first things likely to come to many people’s minds is the fact that he cut off his own ear. This stark act, committed in 1888, marked the beginning of the depression that would plague him until the end of his life. But to know van Gogh is to get past the caricature of the tortured, misunderstood artist and to become acquainted instead with the hardworking, deeply religious, and difficult man. Van Gogh found his place in art and produced emotional, visually arresting paintings over the course of a career that lasted only a decade.
Largely self-taught, van Gogh produced more than 2,000 oil paintings, watercolors, drawings, and sketches, which became in demand only after his death. He also wrote scores of letters, especially to his brother Theo, in which he worked out his thoughts about art. “Always continue walking a lot and loving nature, for that’s the real way to learn to understand art better and better,” he wrote in 1874. “Painters understand nature and love it, and teach us to see.”1
It was nature, and the people living closely to it, that first stirred van Gogh’s artistic inclinations. In this he was not alone. Landscapes remained a popular subject in late-nineteenth-century art. Driven in part by their dissatisfaction with the modern city, many artists sought out places resembling earthly paradises, where they could observe nature firsthand, feeding its psychological and spiritual resonances into their work. Van Gogh was particularly taken with the peasants he saw working the countryside; his early compositions featured portraits of Dutch peasants and rural landscapes, rendered in dark, moody tones.
In 1886, van Gogh moved to Paris, where he encountered the works of the Impressionists and Neo-Impressionists, and the Pointillist compositions of Georges Seurat. Inspired by these artists’ harmonious matching of colors, shorter brushstrokes, and liberal use of paint, he brightened his own palette and loosened his brushwork, emphasizing the physical application of paint on the canvas. The style he developed in Paris and carried through to the end of his life became known as Post-Impressionism, a term encompassing works made by artists unified by their interest in expressing their emotional and psychological responses to the world through bold colors and expressive, often symbolic images. In a letter to his sister Willemien, touching upon the mind and temperament of artists, van Gogh once wrote that he was “very sensitive to color and its particular language, its effects of complementaries, contrasts, harmony.”2
By 1888, van Gogh had returned to the French countryside, where he would remain until his death. There, close once again to the peasants who had inspired him early on, he concentrated on painting landscapes, portraits (of himself and others), domestic interiors, and still lifes full of personal symbolism.
Observation and Imagination in The Starry Night (1889)
“This morning I saw the countryside from my window a long time before sunrise, with nothing but the morning star, which looked very big,” wrote van Gogh to his brother Theo, describing his inspiration for one of his best-known paintings, The Starry Night (1889).3 The window to which he refers was in the Saint-Paul asylum in Saint-Rémy, in southern France, where he sought respite from his emotional suffering while continuing to make art.
This mid-scale, oil-on-canvas painting is dominated by a moon- and star-filled night sky. It takes up three-quarters of the picture plane and appears turbulent, even agitated, with intensely swirling patterns that seem to roll across its surface like waves. It is pocked with bright orbs—including the crescent moon to the far right, and Venus, the morning star, to the left of center—surrounded by concentric circles of radiant white and yellow light.
Beneath this expressive sky sits a hushed village of humble houses surrounding a church, whose steeple rises sharply above the undulating blue-black mountains in the background. A cypress tree sits at the foreground of this night scene. Flame-like, it reaches almost to the top edge of the canvas, serving as a visual link between land and sky. Considered symbolically, the cypress could be seen as a bridge between life, as represented by the earth, and death, as represented by the sky, commonly associated with heaven. Cypresses were also regarded as trees of the graveyard and mourning. “But the sight of the stars always makes me dream,” van Gogh once wrote. “Why, I say to myself, should the spots of light in the firmament be less accessible to us than the black spots on the map of France? Just as we take the train to go to Tarascon or Rouen, we take death to go to a star.”4
The Starry Night is based on van Gogh’s direct observations as well as his imagination, memories, and emotions. The steeple of the church, for example, resembles those common in his native Holland, not in France. The whirling forms in the sky, on the other hand, match published astronomical observations of clouds of dust and gas known as nebulae. At once balanced and expressive, the composition is structured by his ordered placement of the cypress, steeple, and central nebulae, while his countless short brushstrokes and thickly applied paint set its surface in roiling motion. Such a combination of visual contrasts was generated by an artist who found beauty and interest in the night, which, for him, was “much more alive and richly colored than the day.”5
Welcome to the darkest time in my entire life. That time I packed up my car, resigned from work with the State of TX, grabbed my cat, and Drove until I ran into lots of water out west. About 2,300 miles and 3 days later, I found myself in Monterey CA, accompanied by a saint of a cat to still love me at that point, and oh, yes, nowhere to live.
Let the fun begin! (January - August 2010)
Hmmm... I look very serious when I don't smile right? Haha!! Just like my daddy. Sigh.. We get so misunderstood.
Conexion - EP
Strong lover / Don't let me be misunderstood // I will pray / West soul
ORLADOR Spain 10189 - 1970
www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/08152008/transcript1.html
BILL MOYERS: Now you go on to say that there was another fateful period between July 1979 and March of 1983. You describe it, in fact, as a pivot of contemporary American history. That includes Jimmy Carter and Ronald Reagan, right?
ANDREW BACEVICH: Well, I would be one of the first to confess that - I think that we have misunderstood and underestimated President Carter. He was the one President of our time who recognized, I think, the challenges awaiting us if we refused to get our house in order.
BILL MOYERS: You're the only author I have read, since I read Jimmy Carter, who gives so much time to the President's speech on July 15th, 1979. Why does that speech speak to you so strongly?
ANDREW BACEVICH: Well, this is the so-called Malaise Speech, even though he never used the word "malaise" in the text to the address. It's a very powerful speech, I think, because President Carter says in that speech, oil, our dependence on oil, poses a looming threat to the country. If we act now, we may be able to fix this problem. If we don't act now, we're headed down a path in which not only will we become increasingly dependent upon foreign oil, but we will have opted for a false model of freedom. A freedom of materialism, a freedom of self-indulgence, a freedom of collective recklessness. And what the President was saying at the time was, we need to think about what we mean by freedom. We need to choose a definition of freedom which is anchored in truth, and the way to manifest that choice, is by addressing our energy problem.
He had a profound understanding of the dilemma facing the country in the post Vietnam period. And of course, he was completely hooted, derided, disregarded.
BILL MOYERS: And he lost the election. You in fact say-
ANDREW BACEVICH: Exactly.
BILL MOYERS: -this speech killed any chance he had of winning reelection. Why? Because the American people didn't want to settle for less?
ANDREW BACEVICH: They absolutely did not. And indeed, the election of 1980 was the great expression of that, because in 1980, we have a candidate, perhaps the most skillful politician of our time, Ronald Reagan, who says that, "Doom-sayers, gloom-sayers, don't listen to them. The country's best days are ahead of us."
BILL MOYERS: Morning in America.
ANDREW BACEVICH: It's Morning in America. And you don't have to sacrifice, you can have more, all we need to do is get government out of the way, and drill more holes for oil, because the President led us to believe the supply of oil was infinite.
BILL MOYERS: You describe Ronald Reagan as the "modern prophet of profligacy. The politician who gave moral sanction to the empire of consumption."
ANDREW BACEVICH: Well, to understand the truth about President Reagan, is to understand why so much of what we imagined to be our politics is misleading and false. He was the guy who came in and said we need to shrink the size of government. Government didn't shrink during the Reagan era, it grew.
He came in and he said we need to reduce the level of federal spending. He didn't reduce it, it went through the roof, and the budget deficits for his time were the greatest they had been since World War Two.
BILL MOYERS: And do you remember that it was his successor, his Vice President, the first President Bush who said in 1992, the American way of life is not negotiable.
ANDREW BACEVICH: And all presidents, again, this is not a Republican thing, or a Democratic thing, all presidents, all administrations are committed to that proposition. Now, I would say, that probably, 90 percent of the American people today would concur. The American way of life is not up for negotiation.
What I would invite them to consider is that, if you want to preserve that which you value most in the American way of life, and of course you need to ask yourself, what is it you value most. That if you want to preserve that which you value most in the American way of life, then we need to change the American way of life. We need to modify that which may be peripheral, in order to preserve that which is at the center of what we value.
These words that I'm writing wont be misunderstood.
37/365
Sleeping With Sirens! haha I got bored yesterday so I edited these.
But Kellin must have liked it because its his facebook picture!
see more Here!
I know she feels misunderstood. I wish, I could help her, but she's so far away. And moreover I don't know how. Hmmm.. // Older picture..
Day 12 - Spam Fried Rice (South Pacific)
Spam. Few other foods are as misunderstood by the masses or as beloved by a cult following as Spam. In the mainland United States, aside from the pop culture geeks who prize Spam in all of it's weird glory, Spam is widely seen as a cheap poverty food of dubious origin and consistency.
Unlike most other canned meat products, Spam is free of filler and strange organ meats. Spam is made from shoulder pork and ham scraps that are carved away when Hormel packages their other processed pork products. The scraps are ground, seasoned, smoked, pressed into a loaf & canned.
No lips, no ears, no organs, no glands, just meat. Not that there's anything wrong with any of that stuff, but I know how squeamish my fellow Americans are about offal. The flavored and "lite" Spams often will have "mechanically separated chicken parts," and I would avoid that if I were you. Spam in any form isn't exactly health food, but it's probably less scary than a hot dog.
Throughout the islands of the South Pacific, American servicemen brought Spam with them to cover the lack of fresh meat on the frontlines. For an island culture that already loved them some pork, Spam in a can caught on like wildfire. Add the influx of Asian immigrants to places like Hawaii, Guam, Samoa & The Marianas, and Spam Fried Rice is as common a food as Spam Musubi.
Spam is almost always reheated when served in the islands, unlike in America, where it used to be served at room temperature straight from the can as a luncheon meat by '50s houswives who also thought it was a good idea to suspend fish bits in jello.
Spam is commonly accepted as a normal food, not a novelty, in the South Pacific. It can be found in restaurants where talented chefs incorporate Spam into gourmet cuisine. Even intercontinental food snob Anthony Bourdain fell in love with Spam during the Hawaii episode of "No Reservations."
I first tried Spam just to satisfy my curiosity and discovered that I liked it. I wouldn't call it my favorite food in the world, but I've been known to keep a can in my pantry. It's versatile and easy to prepare when I'm in a hurry.
Avoid the other brands, like Armour's "Treet." They are disgusting and are not pop culture icons for a reason. I also have found that Vienna Sausages, canned Corned Beef, and anything labeled "Potted Meat" is vile.
This tasted so authentic I was afraid I'd misunderstood and that this wasn't a vegan restaurant at all. But the "skin" of the fish is actually nori seaweed and the "flesh" is some kind of vegan fillet.
This is a pretty rad site - wordle.net/
"Misunderstood" by Wilco from the album "Being There" is probably my most favorite song ever...It's neat seeing it "illustrated."
A piece showing that some of those poor misunderstood Hoodies are little s**ts who need a good foot up the arse not a hug.
Tory leader David (Dave) Cameron says we should go out and hug one. Yeah nice one Dave try hugging one without your minders and dozens of journalists around you. Twat!
SOLD
Thanks to all of you who emailed about getting your hands on another Hug a Hoodie unfortunately this is an edition of 3 and will not be created in this fashion again. One belongs to a Flickr member and they can tell you who they are or not, one is owned by another private collector and the third one is owned by me dear old ma. There will be others in the series but as for this one, sorry.
I may be tempted to turn it into a limited edition print if enough people are interested.
Cheers for all your kind words.
dark circles reveal dark times.
dark times and dark lines. through
your face, through your eyes.
your story is told, but somehow misunderstood.
The misunderstood flower ;-) According to Wikipedia, the Taraxacum officinale is considered a Beneficial Weed.
Submission for Today's Posting #209 - An old adage in photography says if you want to improve your photographs, move closer. Fill your frame today!
Finally tearing herself away, Peteena poses next to the pink poodle in the paper doll art by David Wolfe. Is she jealous? Is she happy? Does she feel validated? Misunderstood? Has she moved on? We'll probably never know.
(Peteena wears a dress by endangered sissy)
A B&W study of the Government Service Center and a couple of surrounding buildings in Boston's Government Center area.
Architect Paul Rudolph's Government Service Center consists of two separate, but connected buildings: the Hurley Building and the Lindemann Mental Health Center. It's the most misunderstood building in Boston. Many consider it (wrongly, IMHO) to be the ugliest building in Boston.
One of Rudolph's masterpieces, Boston's Government Services Center ranks high among the best examples of Brutalist architecture in the United States (even eclipsing Boston City Hall). Designed and constructed after Rudolph's Yale Art and Architecture Building tour de force, the Hurley/Lindermann building was never completed according to Rudolph's original design and vision. Construction of this high rise portion was never realized.
Unfortunately, the Hurley/Lindermann building has suffered from years of neglect. The northern corner of the building has long been fronted by a hideous chain-link fence enclosing a make shift parking lot in place of the landscaped park in the original design. Within the past five years, many external stairways and other means of access to terraces and other intriguing spaces have been blocked, closed off by (more, ugly) chain-link fences. This wikipedia photo gives you a glimpse of one such unique area, as does this Droid Hot Spot commercial from 6 years ago.
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