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Creative use of tree stumps! Either that, or one of the volunteers misunderstood the direcctive to "log on" ;-)
Happy Gorgeous Green Thursday!
♥♥♥ Explore June 13, 2021 ♥♥♥
[ENG] The Palacio de Carlos V is a controversial and misunderstood monument located in the Alhambra next to the Nasrid Palaces. It is often presented as an attempt to destroy the Muslim past of insensitive Spanish monarchs, although history shows the value of the symbol they gave to the conquest of Granada and their intention to reinforce the sense of capital by establishing their residence in the Alhambra. It was built at the southern end of the Patio de los Arrayanes, and for its construction the pavilion opposite the Comares tower was demolished. It was projected by Pedro Machuca as a square 63 meters on each side with a circular patio inscribed in its interior of 30 meters in diameter, an unprecedented arrangement in Renaissance architecture. It consists of two floors and its height is 17 m. Its construction began in 1527, was slowed down several times, and was definitively interrupted in 1637 with walls and vaults completed due to lack of water cover. The works were completed in 1930. Since 1958, the palace has been the headquarters of the Museum of Fine Arts of Granada, and since 1994 also the Museum of the Alhambra. More photos in the album Palacio de Carlos V.
[ESP] El Palacio de Carlos V es un monumento polémico e incomprendido situado en la Alhambra junto a los Palacios nazaríes. Frecuentemente se presenta como un intento de arrasar el pasado musulmán de unos insensibles monarcas españoles, aunque la historia evidencia el valor del símbolo que concedieron a la conquista de Granada y su intención de reforzar el sentido de capitalidad estableciendo su residencia en la Alhambra. Se alzó en el extremo sur del patio de los Arrayanes, y para su construcción se derribó el pabellón opuesto a la torre de Comares. Fue proyectado por Pedro Machuca como un cuadrado 63 metros de lado con un patio circular inscrito en su interior de 30 metros de diámetro, disposición sin precedentes en la arquitectura renacentista. Consta de dos plantas y su altura es de 17 m. Su construcción comenzó en 1527, se ralentizó en varias ocasiones, y se interrumpió definitivamente en 1637 con muros y bóvedas concluidos a falta de cubrir aguas. Las obras se terminaron a partir de 1930. Desde 1958, el palacio es sede del Museo de Bellas Artes de Granada, y desde 1994 también del Museo de la Alhambra. Más fotografías en el álbum Palacio de Carlos V.
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“Her complexity is a glorious fire that consumes, while her simplicity goes unapproachable. But if one takes time to understand her, there is something beautiful to find, something simple to be loved. But she goes unloved, for being misunderstood.”
― Anthony Liccione
Eastern Copperhead (Agkistrodon contortrix)
Arabia Mountain National Heritage Area, Georgia, U.S.A.
A few years ago, I captured this shot near my favorite running trail—an area where Copperheads were a familiar sight during my afternoon runs and bike rides. One evening, curiosity led me back with my headlamp and camera in hand. It was pitch black outside, and within a couple of hours, I found two quietly moving through the grass. For this shot, I laid flat in the grass, using my 50mm prime and a flash to light the scene. (You can see the reflection of my flash in his elliptical pupil). Despite their reputation as venomous vipers, Copperheads are remarkably calm when given space. I've always found them to be mesmerizing—beautiful, elusive, and deeply misunderstood.
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss no way it's all good
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothin'
You're fucking perfect to me
Are you really reading this? Aren’t you –like most of them– in a hurry to see the next picture or do the next thing? No? Ah well. Pardon me, my friend, I misunderstood your intentions. Well then, turn your monitor brightness up and come sit by me. Listen into the night whose sovereignty over the land is mutely interrupted by the gibbous moon rising behind those ageless Cathedrals. The air is impregnated with a thick fog, which is trying desperately to melt into someone’s song. There are no birdsong here; they are asleep. Instead, amplified by the quiet, you can hear that timeless hymn hummed by your heart and those distant waterfalls. The zephyr, although well-intentioned, feels a little chilly to your skin. You shiver. Indeed, it feels a little chilly to perceive infinity. Don't worry. Here and now, time is not the fourth dimension anymore. You are.
Explore # 496 on Friday, 13 June 2008 my 116th
Yes, you read it right, my last ferris wheel in the series. Some may have misunderstood it as 'last will'. That can't be possible as I don't have any wealth to pass on except my photos in flickr. lol
"You are troubled and misunderstood by those around you, and have gone through great hardship, but things are getting better soon..."
Credits and Lands: mrozzbloogg.blogspot.com/2023/09/post-206-ayvlis.html
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International Vulture Awareness Day is celebrated globally on the first Saturday of September - falling on September 5, 2026 - to highlight the critical ecological importance of vultures and promote urgent conservation action for these widely misunderstood birds.
Often misunderstood, vultures are the silent sentinels of our natural world. These remarkable creatures are nature’s cleaners, ecosystem guardians, flying giants, and devoted parents.
Vultures are among the most important, yet tragically misunderstood and underappreciated birds on our planet. Forget the myths and misconceptions – far from the underserving caricatures of media portrayals, these remarkable birds play a vital role in maintaining sustainable and healthy ecosystems. By efficiently consuming carcasses and organic waste, vultures likely prevent the spread of deadly diseases that could devastate wildlife, livestock, and even people. In fact, vultures benefit our world in so many ways, from economic benefits to potentially reducing carbon emissions. By implementing effective conservation measures, we can give vultures a chance to recover and restore the numerous benefits they provide.
Africa’s most common large vulture, the white-backed vulture (Gyps africanus) is an accomplished scavenger that feeds on the carcasses of Africa’s large animals. Its plumage is dark brown with black skin on the neck and head, making the white lower-back, for which it is named, even more prominent. The white-backed vulture has black eyes and a strong, slightly hooked black bill, contrasting with its pale crown and hindneck.
This very handsome white-backed vulture was captured on a Photography Safari during an early morning game drive in the savannah plains of Maasai Mara Game Reserve, Kenya.
You might be surprised, but this is not a flower – it’s a fungi, monotropa uniflora. One of its common names is Indian pipe. Wikipedia says it is quite rare; I’ve seen it in Ontario forests before several times – but never such a beautiful specimen.
From the “Ontario’s Old Growth Forests” book by Michael Henry and Peter Quinby: Indian pipe, one of the most misunderstood of our forest floor plants, establishes relationship with the forest mycorrhizae promising a share of the energy it captures from the sun in exchange for nutrients. Instead, it never photosynthesize – it simply steals nutrients from the trees and plants around it using fungal threads as conduits.
In case you are wondering, I have done quite a lot of postprocessing - but mostly on the background, trying to preserve the way the actual “flower” looked.
Ah! ----- sorry I misunderstood what you meant by "helping people that want to commit suicide".
25 July 2025,
The Samaritans are planning to close more than 100 branches across the UK and Ireland, the BBC has learned.
In a presentation to staff, the suicide prevention charity's chief executive said "at least half" of their branches will close.
Dozens of branches have voiced concerns, some fearing the proposals will lead to an exodus of volunteers: "They're dismantling something that has worked for 70 years," said one volunteer.
The Samaritans said having more than 200 branches "is not sustainable and hinders us" from providing the best service.
Founded in 1953, the Samaritans focus on preventing suicides by connecting trained volunteers with people who are struggling.
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Well I suppose if it's a telephone service you probably don't need any branches, just an office to run the business.
EXPLORE Nov 20, 2008#397
Viola (flowering spring - summer - fall) is a flower language very diverse and often misunderstood. Next colors, this flower can express the passion of love, fidelity, desire, love or sadness emerging
La pensée (floraison printemps - été - automne) est une fleur au langage très diversifié et souvent méconnu. Suivant ses couleurs, cette fleur peut exprimer l’ardeur de l’amour, la fidélité, le désir, un amour naissant ou la tristesse
She stared from the window as the cab turned the corner; her expression a cascade of memories and uncertainty. But now she was free; free from the tyranny of a life misunderstood. Blood might well be thicker than water but it can make you choke; and spirit should never collapse under the weight of blood; of bloodless emotion. Heart will set the sprit free. Have courage.
Peyton Scott Russell was one of the earliest artists who created murals at the time such actions were viewed as vandalism. I find this one with a strong message to be very poignant.
About this mural:
2020 Aerosol and Latex Mural 20’ x 20’ RISE UP, a strong yet gentle gesture for human rights recognition for Black people. A Doritos-sponsored campaign to #AmplifyBlackVoices and Black Lives Matter support.
Styles used: graffiti
Location: 912 West Lake Street, Minneapolis, MN 55408 US
Minneapolis-based artist, Peyton Scott Russell, was first introduced to graffiti art in 1984 through the film, Style Wars. Peyton has a B.F.A. from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and for over three decades has been a professional artist and arts instructor, facilitating numerous community mural projects and arts education programs. Through his current arts program, SPRAYFINGER®, Peyton manifests his mission to increase awareness of graffiti as a teachable art form by working with schools, teachers, and artists on curriculum design, outlines, and lesson plans to deepen the understanding of a long-misunderstood art form. [art.beautifyearth.com/art/houseofdaskarone.com/rise-up--m... ]
I've been called many things
my writings commented with brazen
and spiteful words falling from a cloudless sky
with which the Sun continues to emblazon
my every day of fight and indelible hope;
a ray of warmth is indomitable without cause
to ostentation, for a nature lover is true
and humble, and never given to conceit or applause
how dare any anonymous being enter such a place
their accusations fly in the face of our common good
for appearances deceive, indeed a "poor" surface
never devalued a continuing history frequently misunderstood
a snap of embittered retortion from one
may glare from their mirror of enmity
though "quite poor" may my every effort be
I'm at least open without need for the cloak of anonymity
that some prefer to cowardly hide behind
criticism and impertinence; dwelling unknown,
but frequently ascribed to persons of low self-esteem
their cruel diatribes are vexing, yes, such hurt one cannot postpone
yet, vicious self-opinionated jabs open the vestibule
to the life of the bitterest pig-swilling kind
the soul who takes great joy in crucifying others
whilst never offering anything original from their life unassigned
they delve into sensitive creations of surviving spirit
running amok with their litigious demons
discharging unfriendly fire at will, life is cheap!
a pallescent legacy from the victims whose heart it summons
flush now these vile beings stealing our recovery way
my shortcomings are obvious with cards on the ground table still standing
no disguise no pretence, just another "poor" human being
for the perpetrator of unhappiness will forever rue the day of such branding.
by anglia24
10h00: 07/03/2008
©2008anglia24
for VT Strewth :) the source of bitterness.
I shall not be undermined or have my flickr diary of poem-photo-poem dragged through the mud by some non-entity on here.
VT Ruth shows how cowardly it is for "a flickr member" to wilfully go about shooting holes through any and everyone's prized work under the guise of anonymity. It is one thing to be critical of work, but quite another thing to be so personal and derogatory that it becomes libel. A lesson is be careful, be sensible, be clean, and be aware!!
Highlighting more gems from this years Vintage Fair, going on now.
Every store at Vintage Fair will showcase new and exclusive items in the fashion categories from the 1920's, 1940's, 1960's, 1970's, 1980's & 1990's.
Vintage Fair
June 6th - 16th
Misunderstood. IconiXX Eyes (Genus/Morph) - Eyes
MY BAGS by Mila Blauvelt My Bridgerton Black - Hat
{Rosier} / Denise Dress / Reborn - Dress
Extras
ALT3 > Evie [MorphToon] - 00
GENUS MORPHtoon - Head Base Triangle
Kotolier . Gloves The Fetiche
Magnolia Hair F
REBORN by eBODY v1.69.6
[piXit] Knife 1F4
Gshade used and layout made with BeFunky
I'm just a soul, whose intentions are good...
From the New York edition of my street photography set...
Poor ol Moorhen looked a tad lonely. Told me no one liked him, he was misunderstood and no one ever saw he was a handsome beastie that was a great parent and a fabulous survivor in a cruel world with inhabitants that forget you exist and take from you when it suits their needs but give nothing to you in return. Even the ducks get food chucked out for them and after all, those legs are better than Betty Grables'. So I took his picture and told him a joke to cheer both of us up on a cold windy day in a deserted park. We did have a laugh, me and the Moorhen, playing peek-a-boo behind the willow. Holywells
A view from the Bavarian side of the River Inn towards the town of Schärding in Upper Austria.
Taken on an Autumn evening with a "toy" lens on a tiny camera: the 04 TOY LENS WIDE on a PENTAX Q.
The lens has a focal length of 6.3mm, equivalent to a 35mm lens on "full-frame". The aperture is fixed at f:7.1, focussing is manual.
Don't expect detailed sharpness - or sharpness of any kind - this is a so-called "toy" lens! But it's fun to use and can produce some lovely images. This shot should give pleasant viewing at normal distances on full screen, however I can't recommend pixel-peeping!
***The PENTAX Q "Toy lenses" are tiny manual-focus primes with a fixed aperture. They were rather misunderstood and never caught on. I think that's a pity. If one takes the trouble, they can give beautiful results. They are not really toys, and are anything but simple to use well. As with any equipment, you have to recognise the possibilities and respect the limitations.***
After a long thought I had a couple of titles for this photo but after doing a little research my preferred one was inaccurate (I had misunderstood the meaning) and another one was too bleak. (Literally) So I thought I'd stay safe and just say "Have a good and safe Christmas folks!" Who'd have thought we'd still be here more than a year on? The photo was taken by remote control using my phone linked to my camera on a tripod in Ruislip Woods.
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Ascent-Apex Mouth Piercing
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Astrophe Event Rancid-BloodLust Earrings
Rancid-Cheek Dimples Piercings
Can you see the years?
There are fifty of them in this face. Some hard ones, and some not quite so bad. Some fat ones, and a lot of lean ones, barely scraping by. But they are all here on this face, every single one of them. They appear in many places.
Can you see the years in every wrinkle on my face? Each wrinkle comes from a worry, a tough lesson, a lost love, a heartache or a heartbreak. There are many of them, but each one was a building block of character in whom I would eventually become. Each crease a reminder of the things I have done, or the things I have left undone. Each line a visible mark of the consequence of my choices.
Can you see the years in each grey hair upon my face? They did not just magically appear overnight. They come with the hurt of losing a friend, the sadness of being misunderstood, the longing for love that will never be. They come with each and every hardening of my heart, a stone laid in place to close off the outside world from reaching the wounded heart inside me.
Can you see the years in my eyes? Behind the blue eyes lie the sorrows of my past. Failed friendships and marriages that haunt me constantly. The failures in past ventures and efforts, making me more calloused against the world, cynical by nature, reserved in sharing my true self with anyone.
Then came you. Your passion, your compassion, your kindness. These things have somehow vanquished the years from my face. Each line washed away like the footprints in the sand are washed away by the ocean's tide. Each grey hair restored to a brilliance like the sun breaking from behind the stormy clouds. Each sorrow and sadness washed away like rain, streaming like tears down my face. You have erased the years, and given me purpose and meaning - a reason for existence. You have broken down the stone walls around me given me room to run and grow. You have given me hope at the chance for love once again.
Can you see the years.....disappear?
~Dwayne
Ancient Chinese proverb.
A few more:
A diamond with a flaw is better than a common stone that is perfect
A gem is not polished without rubbing, nor is a man perfected without trials
Love is not about possession, it's all about appreciation
Be not disturbed at being misunderstood: be disturbed rather at not being understanding
A man who cannot tolerate small misfortunes can never accomplish great things
Solitude is only enjoyed when one is at peace with oneself
A smile will gain you ten more years of life
In Japanese cuisine, sushi (寿司, 鮨, 鮓, sushi?) is vinegared rice, usually topped with other ingredients, including fish (cooked or uncooked) and vegetables. Outside of Japan, sushi is sometimes misunderstood to mean the raw fish by itself, or even any fresh raw-seafood dishes.[1] In Japan, sliced raw fish alone is called sashimi and is distinct from sushi, as sashimi is the raw fish component, not the rice component. The word sushi itself comes from an outdated grammatical form of a word that is no longer used in other contexts; literally, sushi means "it's sour."
There are various types of sushi: sushi served rolled inside nori (dried and pressed layer sheets of seaweed or alga) called makizushi (巻き) or rolls; sushi made with toppings laid with hand-formed clumps of rice called nigirizushi (にぎり); toppings stuffed into a small pouch of fried tofu called inarizushi; and toppings served scattered over a bowl of sushi rice called chirashi-zushi (ちらし).
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Excuse me, but did I say "no more fairies"? No, I meant no more sad fairies, you misunderstood me... ;-) LOL!
Textures used here are from the generous Ghostbones and the one with writing is another free one, but I can't remember where I got it :-( I download so much stuff that I often fail to keep track. I'm so sorry :-( If you see this, let me know who you are! Thank you!
Have a great weekend, folks!
detail from an old school atlas
1806 ... nouvel atlas portatif ...
Maps And Legends
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?
(chorus)
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
(repeat chorus)
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 ...
R.E.M
George Segal, who taught sculpture at Princeton from 1968 to 1969, was commissioned in 1978 by Kent State University to create a memorial to the four students killed by members of the National Guard during an antiwar demonstration on their campus. Segal found a metaphor for the tragedy in the biblical story of Abraham and Isaac. In Segal’s version, Abraham, dressed in contemporary clothing, looms over a college-aged Isaac, who is stripped of his shirt and bound with rope. Kent State University officials refused it, interpreting it as a politically volatile depiction of murder. According to Segal, however, this group misunderstood the memorial: the theme, in Segal’s words, was “the eternal conflict between adherence to an abstract set of principles versus the love of your own child.” Segal selected Princeton’s site for the sculpture, near the University Chapel, to reinforce the work’s biblical associations.
Azures are the most misunderstood and possibly the hardest butterflies to identify correctly.
I have pondered over this one azure since I photographed him. It is my first sighting this year of such a snowy-white azure and I have concluded that this individual is the very special Appalachian Azure (Celastrina neglectamajor). It has all the right ID hallmarks: chalky white color, large size, hind wings with a clear white fringe. Further, the location and the flight time also point to the Appalachian Azure.
The only other azure with similar markings and snow-white color would be the second brood of Summer Azure. But, it is too early for the second brood and also, the white of the Summer Azure has a milky sheen and is not chalky matte.
The Appalachian Azure is single-brooded and flies between the two broods of the Summer Azure. This species is a host plant specialist using exclusively Black Cohosh (Actaea racemosa) as its host plant. On this date the Black Cohosh plants looked at the appropriate growth stage for this butterfly.
Celebrating National Pollinator Week with a photo of common milkweed, a beautiful but often misunderstood plant that is THE native wildflower to protect and plant in your yard if you want to give the Monarch Butterfly a big helping hand. Photographed in the La Crosse River Marsh.
282/365: 2015
We visited a place called Sandwich where we had a sandwich for lunch...what else would you eat there! My husband ordered a turkey and cranberry sandwich and I ordered a cheese and salad sandwich. The turkey sandwich came out, it was enormous, and we waited for mine, eventually the waitress came over and apologised explaining that the reason mine hadn't come out was because they had misunderstood the order and put the fillings for both sandwiches into one! I don't know why I didn't take a photo of it...it would have been much more interesting than this one! It was a miserable day (for photography) again today and the little pumpkin I bought the other day was still in the car so here it is...hitchin' a ride.
Credits: bluemoodstyle.blogspot.com/2024/08/blog-post_16.html
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(I know this is old, but I'm pushing it to the front to quote the following. Puts things into perspective.)
Quoting from Nienie. Visit and read.
I just received a phone call from my dear brother in law Andrew, who reports that Lucy is in labor. I love imagining Lucy at the farm house giving birth to her daughter Besty Aurora (named after yours truly).
I have thought several times this month that if I use the accident's time to a pregnancy, my baby would be due this month. Then only joy would come about...even those late night nursings are far better than late night pain.
But alas, its not true.
No cuddly baby to hold, nurse and love. Just questions, frustrations and grief. But that's that. Enough of that 'woe is me' crap.
Today I:
Enjoyed watching the girls lay in the sun sprawled out on the trampoline. The sun shinning and warming their bodies.
Nic and Ollie sat in the garden like cabbage-patch dolls...of course Gigs was naked.
Page came down to clean my house for me.
And Mr. Nielson made me whole wheat waffles with blueberry's and strawberry's atop with warm maple syrup.
Let me talk about Mr. Nielson for awhile.
Mr. Nielson thinks I am cool. He told me so. He also tells me he loves me every hour of the day. Our relationship has changed a lot since we moved in together again in February. Our bodies very different but our hearts the same. Lots and lots of love.
Most days I look in the mirror and cringe at what I see. I have a whole reconstructed nose, platypus lips and discoloring.
Call me vain, but it hurts.
No longer do I have the freckles and natural rosy cheeks. My hair is still short and scars cover a good portion of my face.
Dr. Coates in the burn unit said to me at my latest appointment;
"This too shall pass"
I wanted to slap her. How does she know. I turned bitter. But I still think about it, so I must have actually needed to hear that so I don't want to slap her anymore.
Mr. Nielson sees these trials in my life and loves me just the same. He has never stopped. Daily we talk about the accident sometimes sarcastic and sometimes serious.
Today was serious.
He recalled when he had woken up from the coma, everybody wanted to know what happened. Who was flying? Why did we crash? Was the plane out of power? And he didn't want to tell anyone anything except for me. He felt out of control and misunderstood. He told me he needed his "wifey".
Days after he woke up, he begged to see me. The nurses stabilized Mr. Nielson well enough so he could be wheeled to my room. I lay bandaged up like a mummy with eight different apparatuses keeping me alive and there he talked. He let everything out.
Of course I don't remember our visits while I slept but I know he mustered everything he could to get to me everyday so we could "chat".
I will never know what it was like for him day after day in tears seeing the love of his life the woman who bore him children, fed him the best meals of his life ( I might add) lay silent for so long while in a coma.
Why we go through hardship is something that is necessary. Life wasn't meant to be easy, we all know that one. Despite all the junk I deal with everyday, I still have Mr. Nielson. We are still alive, laughing at funny movie lines, kissing children, watching weekend mindless television and eating at Cafe Rio for goodness sake.
He will love me even if I don't. He will kiss me when I cry. He will (and does) jump for joy when I wake up in a good mood.
He is the best.
So even though my "baby" should be due this month he gently reminds me to press forward as a pregnant elephant.
For their gestation period is 22 months.
awesome.
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Flickr Explore: Jan 29, 2009
An awesome sight, awesome sauced.
(Thanks Tara)
"The broken are the more evolved" - The Beast
That is a quote from the incredible movie "Split" as spoken by "The Beast" played by the phenomenal James McAvoy. When The Beast sees the scars on Casey Cooke's (Anya Joy Taylor) arms and realises they are somewhat alike. The Beast sees the evidence of suffering upon Casey's skin. Ironically, self injury I always thought made the person lucky in one respect, their suffering is not invisible, why would I say that? Because depression unlike the expression of psychological trauma, is completely unseen.
And yes, I personally have and still do battle with depression, and yes, photography I found was the one and only thing that has a very powerful anaesthetising affect on my negative mindsets, which is why I loathe the Winter as I hate the cold. Funnily enough, Amateur Photographer Magazine ran an article on Mental Health & Photography, seems that there is very much a correlation between mental health and creative talents. For example, I knew a friend who was heavily Bi-Polar and yet he had incredible skills at weaving, floristry and making baskets, he was so quick at it as well.
My point of this is the following, depression is perhaps the most misunderstood mental health condition in the world. Many psychologists provide ineffective therapy, psychiatrists merely numb the pain with Big Pharma in their back pocket and many unqualified other's abandon those who suffer this infliction. If there is ever an expert on the subject of depression, it's the patients themselves, and thanks to the Elite's Global plan well underway, suicides are on the up.
There is one very invaluable thing you can do for someone who suffers from depression, show compassion. Absolutely show pure, bona-fide, unadulterated compassion, in its every endeavouring of the word in practice, put the person first, not your feelings, theirs and theirs alone, trust me, it's the best thing that can happen to them!
I Hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
Hey! Long time no see. Read my other post to see why I've been gone, but rest assured, I'm not dead, just undead, misunderstood, and trying to live my best life, hahaha!
I just threw this machinima together to see if I could still put one together. I am the puppeteer for both avatars:)
The landmark for the graveyard is maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Or/143/118/1272 and called Necropolis Umbrae, Or
Of course, since it's Mother's Day tomorrow the theme is zombie. If you know me, you know.
"I’m misunderstood, not evil.
Rotten on the outside, sweet in the middle.
Let me live my best undead like tonight.
Hands up high if you feel like a misfit.
Brains on my mind but I barely even licked it.
I just want love not a spotlight full of fright.
I’m misunderstood and I’m dead,
Trying to live my best life instead."
There are many benches in the Austrian landscape that share the fate of this one - with the passing of time, trees and shrubs have grown to block the scenery. Yet, sitting here in the gentle warmth of late afternoon sun, one can sense the calm flow of the river beyond the Autumn leaves - on its way from the Swiss Alps to the Danube and on and on to the Black Sea... Happy Bench Monday!!!
Another in my series of photos: "On the banks of the River Inn" - taken with the tiny PENTAX Q and its "TOY LENSES".
A very slight adjustment to contrast, otherwise SOOC.
Don't expect detailed sharpness - or sharpness of any kind - this is a so-called "toy" lens! But it's fun to use and can produce some lovely images. This shot should give pleasant viewing at normal distances on full screen, however I can't recommend pixel-peeping!
***The PENTAX Q "Toy lenses" are tiny manual-focus primes with a fixed aperture. They were rather misunderstood and never caught on. I think that's a pity. If one takes the trouble, they can give beautiful results. They are not really toys, and are anything but simple to use well. As with any equipment, you have to recognise the possibilities and respect the limitations.***
Iguanas of Florida
While most areas in the United States are more temperate and don’t make great homes for most iguana species, Florida is something of an anomaly. Since its subtropical climate makes it warm and humid year-round, Florida has become an ideal home to many species of reptiles, amphibians, and other animals we normally see in distant, isolated rainforests and on tropical islands. But what iguanas in Florida are actually native to the area? Additionally, are there any invasive species?
There are no iguana species that are actually native to Florida. Instead, the three main species currently living throughout the state are invasive species. Humans brought these lizards to Florida from nearby islands via cargo ships and independent releases throughout the 1960s and 1970s. Eventually, their populations exploded. Florida just happens to be an ideal environment for iguanas, with its warm, humid weather and diverse plant and animal life for the massive lizards to feed on.
Florida’s three main invasive iguana species are the black spiny-tailed iguana, the Mexican spiny-tailed iguana, and, of course, the green iguana. None of them are originally native to Florida. However, over time, they’ve all become misunderstood yet highly invasive nuisances, wreaking havoc on the state’s plant and animal life and causing serious damage to both man-made and natural structures with their feces and elaborate burrows.
As we look at each of these species in a bit more detail, we’ll be able to understand why they are so damaging to Florida’s ecosystems, exactly how each one was introduced to the area, and what sort of measures state officials are taking to reverse the lizards’ environmental impact as humanely as possible.
For more info: a-z-animals.com/blog/iguanas-in-florida-what-species-are-...
I told Winter I liked sushi but he totally misunderstood me when he proudly presented the fish sandwich. Cats were happy though.
View Dream with Me On Black and Large
I was never thinking that the seascape shooting can be so adventurous like this morning. I went with Michael to Shelly Beach-Manly to take some shots but I must have misunderstood his email. Seriously, when he told me that this was going to be an adventure, he was right!!
We decided that instead of walking for half an hour to our destination we would take the shortcut via a steep road down to the cliff in pitch black darkness (5.30 am). Well Michael had a flash light and I forgot mine at home, bottom line – we finally reached our destination with some additional scars, bruises and scratches on my legs and feet. I had slipped a couple of times and fell despite my Spiderman powers and my new wet shoes!!
We met Oat ( Hangingpixels) and few more photographers; good thing is to see how many people enjoy photography, sunrise and seascape shooting.
About photo:
Single RAW shot at F: 16 E: 1/60 – filter: Cokin P ND 0.4x and Grey to increase contrast, post processing: Lightroom / Tone Mapping / Photomatix / B&W Styler