I wish everyone a peaceful and carefree Easter : )

If you sat on a cloud you would not see the dividing line between one nation and another, or the dividing line between a farm and another. Too bad you can not sit on a cloud.

(Khalil Gibran)

"The real choice is not 'between nonviolence and violence but between nonviolence and nonexistence ... If we fail to live as brothers all die as fools.

(Martin Luther King)

Go, Love

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~ Remember, that this life is just another illusion. If only I could move in and out of nonexistence to the space between places. ~

♪Sigur Rós - Leaning Towards Solace♪

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Glacier Basin, Mount Rainier National Park, Washington

I have been incredibly lucky to be able to hike on many beautiful trails. But there are some places, that beyond simply being beautiful to the eye, just feel special. Glacier Basin in Mount Rainier National Park is one of those places for me.

I first hiked this trail in 2016 and have returned every year thereafter. The trail itself is predominantly old growth forest, interspersed with open areas featuring incredible views of Tahoma and the surrounding peaks and glaciers, all the while accompanied by the mellifluous sound of the White River as it pours off its glacial source and rushes through the valley below. The trail steepens considerably in the last 3/4 mile, then levels off at just below 6000 feet (1800 meters) as the trail exits the woods into a basin surrounded by rocky peaks, with the top of Tahoma/Rainier looming over everything from behind the encircling walls. (The Emmons Glacier, shown in my previous post, lies behind the hunk of rock to the left, known as Mount Ruth. The Winthrop Glacier lies over the ridge on the right. And the small patch of snow in the center of the photo is all that remains for now of the Inter Glacier, a small cirque glacier that has sadly receded to almost nonexistence after our hot dry summer.)

Part of what makes this place so special for me is the immediacy and intimacy of the mountains in being so close to them. There is something about being at or above treeline that always makes a place feel wilder to me, and being face to face with those unforgiving rocks and ridges, unadorned and unsoftened by forest or vegetation somehow speaks to my soul.

Once in the basin, there is a small sign that proclaims “End of Maintained Trail”. Beyond that sign my favorite part of this hike beckons, as one can follow the rutted climbers trail past the trees, along a narrow (single hiking boot width) path on an edge that drops off to the river bed, and eventually arrive to a place where the “trail” consists of steadily picking one’s path of least resistance up through the rocks and boulders until reaching a point where common sense dictates that a solo day hiker should turn around. (The climbers path continues much further up to St Elmo Pass and then beyond to Camp Schurman, which is the high camp on one of the two standard Mount Rainier summit routes.) But even at that turnaround point the views from above the basin are remarkable, and the proximity to the mountains is riveting.

With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️

You lean toward nonexistence,

but have not yet become it entirely.

For this reason, you can still be praised.

The tree unleafing enters your dominion.

An early snowfall shows you abide in all things.

Your two dimensions are line and inclination.

Therefore desire,

though it incinders each mote of its object, itself is spare.

The late paintings of Turner

prove your slender depths without limit.

The beauty too of shakuhachi and cello.

“Winter darkness. Rain. No crickets singing.”

—You are there, pulling hard on the rope-end.

(Jane Hirshfield )

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Wonderful textures by glitzy, SkeletalMess & una cierta mirada

This photograph is about the theme 'nothing',

the absence of everything what a picture usually is.

At all levels (object - nonexistence of an object), sharpness - blur, light - shadow, format - framing, composition, etc.)

an attempt was made to use 'something'

to create the feeling of 'nothing'.

A idyllic guardhouse with view on the dead sea. Jordan by winter.

What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence.

Jean-Paul Sartre

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- Emile Zola.

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For the longest time, I believed photography was all about light, and the goal of a photographer is to take pictures of scenes bathed in beautiful light. Now, these exclusively light-only scenes don’t exist in nature, and there was a period when I dealt only in HDR images that lifted the shadows into nonexistence. Since then, I have learned the importance of shadows in a scene, especially in good light. However, I was still reserved about taking a subject in the shadows. Then I saw a photo taken by Frans Lanting in Namibia of the Namib Desert. The subject of the image was the dead trees in the foreground, but what made the photo special was the contrast with the glowing orange-colored dunes in the background. When I saw it for the first time, that photo blew me away, and I started to look for similar scenes in my travels.

An opportunity came my way while I was at the stunning Trona Pinnacles location. We were packing up after a shoot when I noticed that the valley beyond the pinnacles was still getting fantastic light. The way the pinnacle formations stood against them was spectacular. Since my subjects were arranged naturally in a horizontal orientation, I thought a 6:17 aspect ratio fit the scene rather nicely.

Really, come to me,

to touch you with light and turn you into thought.

Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future

And there are no empty worlds.

The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence

but existence without us.

vec postojanje bez nas.

If only I could move in and out of nonexistence to the space between places....space

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The mug you see in the mirror is James Tillich, the man who never existed. I created him and made him famous. Google him!

The James Tillich origins story is here: jamestillich.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/hello-world/

Somewhere in Hillcrest

Carl Zeiss Jena Biotar 58mm f2 manual. Also red T coating. It has quite long MFD of 0.9m so even with my DIY helicoid exacta adapter it is not possible to come very close and to have focus on infinity without additional macrfo rings.

Hint of swirl, lot ot cat eyes. It deal quite well with very busy background without flattening it to nonexistence. It is much gentler than helios or even xenon bokeh in similar situation.

Somewhere in Hillcrest

What distinguishes organic from inorganic existence is the fact that the plant or the animal stands in an active and defensive relation to temporality. All finite existence, a stone or a dog, is constantly on the verge of nonexistence: any moment it may cease to exist. But unlike the stone, the dog is endowed to a degree with the ability to fight or avoid the ills of life.

--Abraham Joshua Heschel, Between God and Man, An Interpretation of Judaism, pg 108

I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals

on my tongue.

The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-

ful of both worlds.

Though the entire world should pass away, without the world

I possess the kingdom of a hundred worlds.

Caravans which are loaded with sugar I have in motion for

the Egypt of nonexistence.

The drunkenness of love makes me unaware whether I have

profit of loss therefrom.

The body’s eye was scattering pearls because of love, till now

I have a pearl-scattering soul.

I am not housebound, for like Jesus I have a home in the fourth

Heaven.

Thanks be to Him who gives soul to the body; if the soul

should depart, yet I have the soul of the soul.

Seek from me that which Shams-e Tabrizi has bestowed, for

I have the same.

--Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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"Ten kot"

(Eng. This Cat)

1/3

inspired by the poetry of H. Poświatowska

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ten kot nie lubi

aby mu głaskać metafizyczne futro

pod włos

on zjadł już wszystkie światy

teraz tłuszczem obrosły

zasypia

śni mu się wielki czarny niebyt

bo pomrukuje

i porusza końcami wąsów

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this cat does not like

having his metaphysical coat petted

against the grain

he has already devoured all worlds

and now overgrown with fat

is falling asleep

he is dreaming of a huge black nonexistence

because he is purring

and is moving the tips of his whiskers

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"Ten kot"

(Eng. This Cat)

2/3

inspired by the poetry of H. Poświatowska

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ten kot nie lubi

aby mu głaskać metafizyczne futro

pod włos

on zjadł już wszystkie światy

teraz tłuszczem obrosły

zasypia

śni mu się wielki czarny niebyt

bo pomrukuje

i porusza końcami wąsów

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this cat does not like

having his metaphysical coat petted

against the grain

he has already devoured all worlds

and now overgrown with fat

is falling asleep

he is dreaming of a huge black nonexistence

because he is purring

and is moving the tips of his whiskers

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My artwork may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my permission.

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Many people think trials are proof of God's nonexistence. I, however, see Him now more than ever.

This has been the hardest week of my life. I am exhausted. But I can see God's picture. I might not know exactly how He is going to execute His plan, but I can already see the good in this extremely tough situation.

The body of Christ has everything it should be the past two days. Furthermore, God has been faithful as He always is and true to His Word. I am thankful and encouraged.

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"Ten kot"

(Eng. This Cat)

3/3

inspired by the poetry of H. Poświatowska

---

ten kot nie lubi

aby mu głaskać metafizyczne futro

pod włos

on zjadł już wszystkie światy

teraz tłuszczem obrosły

zasypia

śni mu się wielki czarny niebyt

bo pomrukuje

i porusza końcami wąsów

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this cat does not like

having his metaphysical coat petted

against the grain

he has already devoured all worlds

and now overgrown with fat

is falling asleep

he is dreaming of a huge black nonexistence

because he is purring

and is moving the tips of his whiskers

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My artwork may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my permission.

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Pyrocumulonimbus cloud above The River Fire near Colfax, California, USA on August 4th, 2021. The red dot is NOT a sunspot, but the sun itself. The River Fire burned 2,619 acres of forest though 2 counties over 9 days, destroyed 142 structures and injured 4 people. The fire started in an active campground under 'no burn' restrictions and with all the campfire rings locked shut. The investigation continues, but due to witness testimony and the nonexistence of lightning, power lines or any sanctioned human activity, most folks expect the findings to show the cause of the fire to be human negligence.

CATEGORIES OF SHRINES

1. Shrines to things which exist are usually popular shrines. People like to visit these shrines and be reminded that they are worshipping things which actually exist.

2. Shrines to things which do not exist are perhaps underrated. Dreams often fall into this category. It can be very comforting to visit a shrine to things which do not exist and see all the other people sharing your emotions for a particular nothingness given a name. It is interesting to note that these shrines may be set up in adoration of things which once existed but no longer exist...or things which never properly existed except in the human imagination and the human heart which longs for so many inhuman things, being nine-tenths inhuman itself.

3. Shrines to things which may or may not exist are strange shrines. These are fewer in number. People will often adopt a "wait and see" attitude and hestiate before building shrines to entities with such nebulous prospects of attaining a provable existence. This is why there is no Church of Bigfoot or Church of 100% Absence of Self-Interest. And yet one is tempted to research whether more people on the planet see God or see Bigfoot in any given year.

A lone wolf (the Lamar pack alpha male, I was told) checking the willow stands along the Lamar River in Yellowstone National Park in May of 2011.

When wolves were reintroduced into the Yellowstone ecosystem in the mid-1990s, there were few willows along the Lamar River. After humans hunted wolves in Yellowstone to nonexistence 50 years earlier, the elk population exploded, and herds over-browsed the willow stands. Soon, the willow were nearly gone and there were other deleterious effects on the habitat, too. Within a decade after being reintroduced, the wolves had set that right and vegetation along the Lamar River valley was returning. Elk populations in Yellowstone declined of course, but they have also retreated away from the river valleys and are not threatened. Definitely, they are not browsing the vegetation as much. An old story, but one that I love.

I was also told by one of the Park guides that several days previously to this a lone wolf had brought down and eaten an adult elk. Ravens joined in, too, I bet.

And so faith is closing your eyes and following the breath of your soul down to the bottom of life, where existence and nonexistence have merged into irrelevance.

All that matters is the little part you play in the vast drama.

Real Live Preacher

You come to us

from another world

From beyond the stars

and void of space.

Transcendent, Pure,

Of unimaginable beauty,

Bringing with you

the essence of love.

You are the master alchemist.

You light the fire of love

in earth and sky

in heart and soul

of every being.

Through your love

existence and nonexistence merge.

All opposites unite.

All that is profane

becomes sacred again.

-Rumi

3 PANOs layered with James Tiliich insert. A major production, two mornings of work.

James Tillich is known worldwide as "the man who never existed." I ought to know. I created him.

I do not believe in ghosts.

But I believe in ghost stories.

I believe in the power of traditions, folklore, of fairies, witches, and spirits. And do so with certainty of their literal nonexistence.

The stories handed down through generations, told by the fireside, read at bedtime, they are all truth.

The inspiration we gather from ancestors – our ghosts – is essential to our present. What we glean from the study of religion and myths is a door to this other world, even if there are no specters on Halloween.

While we might understand that death is death, this can teach us how vitally important our lives are now. And while we know that the alignment of the stars and planets effect nothing beyond stargazers, our gaze to other worlds does truly predict our future.

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‘No Ghost Has Flesh’

Camera: Imperial Savoy (c1960s)

Film: Ilford HP3 (x-12/1960)

Process: HC-110; 1+100; 60min

Horace, Kansas

And so faith is closing your eyes and following the breath of your soul down to the bottom of life, where existence and nonexistence have merged into irrelevance. All that matters is the little part you play in the vast drama.

~ Real Live Preacher

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God Bless and have a great weekend to you all!

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Taken from the doorway of Binondo Church, which was then undergoing renovation.

View On Black

The caterpillar…. Caterpillars are voracious feeders and many of them are considered pests however; one is curious to see what exactly this hideous larva will look like once it emerges from its cocoon. You know nothing of the caterpillar, only that it feeds and feeds and becomes a nuisance. Eventually it disappears and you think you had rid yourself of it only to see that it has taken a plateau of nonexistence. For a while you get accustom to this stagnate stage, taking for granted it doesn’t move, you are comfortable it’s not a nuisance any longer.

One day, something moves… your eyes widen and the cracks begin to form. Peering at the once plain brown casing you begin to see colors that are beyond your imagination. Carefully emerging is the butterfly. The butterfly is an insect with a slender body and brightly colored wings….. the colors radiant against the rays of the sun, drying out the tiny delicate wet wings.

Fluttering its wings the butterfly looks at you… and for a short moment you feel an intense pain as u see the fluttering picking up pace. Reaching out to this beautiful creation, hoping to hold it…. A gust of wind picks up and off it goes. A once nuisance, now the most beautiful thing you have ever seen is slowly disappearing into the bright glows of rays….. Warm wet pains emerge from the windows to the soul…………. It’s gone…

Texture I used was from Joes Sistah -www.flickr.com/photos/27805557@N08/3572892849/

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There must have been a dozen, maybe fifteen, of these columnar vases all in a row on a shelf. Trying to find one without remnants of debris amidst the crystal marbles was a challenge. I had thought of trying to capture multiple vases in a row but as close as I was it was best to focus on one. I especially liked how the others simply blurred into nonexistence and allowed the one to stand out.

This is posted today to be in the group pool of MACRO MONDAYS - which posts a different theme each Monday. As the title of this suggests the theme is 'contacts' - and this is my interpretation for the theme.

A story:

The rain beat down on the motel parking lot, while street lamps above provided refuge from the inky darkness that had descended with the storm. My sixteen year old self stood, hugging my body against the chill, wishing for nothing more than to be swept away into oblivion. Fighting within, I longed for the quiet and peace of nonexistence, while a force inside urged me to fighting and breathe against the drowning sensation.

It was the night that would mark the end of six-month months of homelessness: of living on couches, in dark mountain cabins and the occasional dive motels. For those aching months I had lived with my possessions in a pillow case tucked under the seat of a van. Many days my sister and I tried to comfort our three younger brothers in the chaos that our lives had become, while we eyed our mother in the driver's seat, steering our lives further into oblivion.

She had left our father, and found many backs turned and many doors in her faith community shut to her as a result. It's a story that I still have not had the strength to write about in full. It has left deep scars. But during that time, even though our mother knew that the journey was breaking us, she spoke of the resiliency of the human spirit.

That word became a beacon for me. More than any god, or religion, that was what I began to invest my faith in: we were resilient.

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www.jenkiabaphotography.com/blog/2015/5/resiliency

Prague Signal Light Festival 2013

Exp. 22", f 10

Video Mapping by The Macula

Place: Kostel svaté Ludmily (Vinohrady)

Khôra (Khora or Chora, in ancient Greek: χώρα) is a philosophical term described by Plato as a vessel, space or interval in his work Timaeus. It is neither existence, nor nonexistence, it is the interval between, in which the “forms” are originally present. Khora “gives space” and possesses maternal hidden meaning (uterus, matrix). Amorphous and unnameable “something” that cannot be identified and can only be called into being through images of unidentifiable phenomena – endless night.

In the middle of existence

Among the nonexistence.

poem by G.Lukomninov

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I can only suppose that the hired to demolish this grain elevator which caught on fire has a reason for it's methods... It's certainly interesting on how they're gently taping it into nonexistence.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! HBW!!

Due to my inability to balance realty and flickr I can only flickr these days in "major" moderation and I am ssssssssoooooooooooo sad I miss you all!!!! Thanks for not deleting me out of your contacts and not giving up on me.

I have been tagged by my dear friend Ge . Ok 16 random things about me . For this game that has just switched to 9 things game....ha ??????

1) I am agnostic ( one who is not committed to believing in either the existence or the nonexistence of God or a god) I am a very spiritual person and feel there might be a "universal energy" just not sure what it is or how it works . My ancestors were Russian jews . I believe it is not what you preach or what your faith is that makes you a good person it is how you live your life.

2) My mom passed away when I was 18, dad died when I was 30, I never meet my grand parents they had died before I was born.

3) My dad was an alcoholic.

4) I am a very direct person who has a tendency to over think and analyze the silliest things.

5) I have dyslexia and I struggle with the written word, so please forgive my typos and endless babbling .

6) I do not drive a car and could never ride a bike due to certain issues that have come from having dyslexia . There are many people with dyslexia who drive perfectly fine .

7) I knew at age 5 I was going to be an artist and at 18 my dream was to be a fantasy illustrator when I was in art school. The thought of painting flowers was the last thing I wanted to do (unless they had creepy faces in them) I have earned much of my living from painting flowers and have bored some of contacts to tears posting them .

8) I had my son 7 at age 40 (you do the math )

9) I try to eat organic foods as much as possible and eat to much of them . My favorite organic food is organic Mexican coffee from Whole foods.

10 ) I apologize to all my Starbucks loving photo taking friends I HATE the stuff with a passion (except for the Frappuccino and they must hold the whip cream)

11) I am extremely insecure and overly confident all in the same day .

12 ) I do not fit in to any groups but then feel left out that I do not fit in .

13) As cute as they are I am NOT a dog person I prefer cats, lizards and fish .

14) I am not drawn to HDR or Orton effects. I am impressed with some of my contacts use of them at times.

15) I original opened my flickr account to share photos on my blog of my artwork on products . I discovered the most wonderful community of talented generous folks .

16) I enjoy reading my contacts profiles I liked this tag game but hated the other tag game. My dear sweet friend Storm is still saying I started it. Shame on you Storm !!

BONUS : I am sorry if I offended any one by # 1 or #10 or # 14. I respect all the peace loving religions of the world, Starbucks junkies & HDR people.

31 days of august

august is the month of warm and sunny days, summer vacation, outdoor events and a lot of inspiration .

Today is the first day of my summer holidays, the beginning of some weeks, where I will hopefully experience a lot, the beginning of a period of time without any pressure or duties.

I hope the sunrays waking me up in the morning and the nonexistence of any duties will give me enough inspiration and motivation to document this beatiful time of the year by taking a photo each day of august , including eight days of beach holiday

And so faith is closing your eyes and following the breath of your soul down to the bottom of life, where existence and nonexistence have merged into irrelevance. All that matters is the little part you play in the vast drama.

I brahim Adham said, "Faith in God will be firmly established if three veils are cast aside:

1. "feeling pleasure in possessing anything;

2. Lamenting over the loss of anything;

3. "enjoying self-praise."

Quote n°2969 | Ghazzali

Essential Sufism, by James Fadiman & Robert Frager, Harper SanFrancisco, p.173

T o completely trust in God is to be like a child who knows deeply that even if he does not call for the mother, the mother is totally aware of his condition and is looking after him.

Quote n°2968 | Ghazzali

Essential Sufism, by James Fadiman & Robert Frager, Harper SanFrancisco, p.172

L et your heart be in such a state that the existence or nonexistence of anything is the same. Then sit alone in a quiet place, free of any preoccupation, even the reciting of the Koran or thinking about its meaning. Let nothing besides God enter you mind. Once you are seated in this manner, say, "Allah, Allah," keeping your thought on these words.

Quote n°2967 | Ghazzali

Essential Sufism, by James Fadiman & Robert Frager, Harper SanFrancisco, p.155

O ur five senses are like five doors opening on the external world; but, more wonderful than this, our heart has a window that opens

S ome say, "The Law tells us to abstain from anger, lust, and hypocrisy. This is plainly impossible, for we are created with those qualities inherent in us. You might as well tell us to make black white.' People ignore the fact that the law does not tell us to uproot these passions but to restrain them within due limits so that, by avoiding the great sins, we may obtain forgiveness of the smaller ones. Even the Prophet of God said, I am a man like you, and get angry like others. In the Koran it is written, "God loves those who swallow down their anger

12 X 16" Acrylic on Canvas. January 2008.

I'm fascinated by structures in nature of decay and rejuvenation. Rebirth from a hibernation. The cycles of nature in the raw. I am fascinated by the way man strives to mimic nature in order to fulfill aspirations to become what we perceive as God.

I am frustrated by our inability to express things of importance through our language.

The possibilities of augmenting life so as to prolong it. The mixing of organic life created in Nature, and man's attempts to build similar structures in machine forms. This gives me hope, for I dread that death is nonexistence.

I am enamored of our reinvention of science.

I am at a loss at the realization that it is to late to avoid the coming cataclysms in nature. The death of the world as I have known it.

These are some of the ideas that inspire the images I paint.

It is a self portrait.

This painting began as a projection of a small drawing I'd done in 2004 which I called 'BRAIN ANGEL' I used a projector and sketched the 'Brain Angel' image on a blue-white surface.

I then used the basic structure of the old drawing to expand upon and bring forth new ideas.

This is how I often paint. I see 'things within things' and follow them. Like Alice following the rabbit down a hole, I pursue my visual ideas. Spontaneous, yet also influenced by my conscious thoughts. Not of what I am painting, but thoughts that float through my mind during the perfect state of 'flow' that I achieve while painting for many hours.

I continue to use a very limited palate; BLUE, PURPLE, BURNT SIENNA & WHITE. The blacks you see are these colors mixed. In this piece I added some VIOLET.

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self-portrait with selfie stick adapted on IPhone with apps