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Today is the birthday of Anya Dobrova – my good old friend and fair sister in arts, very talented collage artist, one of my best models and heroes of my photo-tales, parables and koans. I have deposits of her taken photos at my SSD. I made not that much of them, as they (and Anya) are deserving. Old friendship has its ups and downs, and seems that now is one of the downs. And I could make photos only of people who are inspiring me at the moment. A bit like making love. Because an art is in a way akin to love. Both are creative acts. It was partially because of one talk with Anya about another friendship of mine, which is at even more down stage now, and I felt that Anya is talking rather strange things about it. I was disappointed. This too shall pass, as wise man said. Anya is far too good for not make art with her. And one piece of good news is that life is unpredictable.
(Definitely to be continued…)
Designed by the incom-parable Charles Holden, Gants Hill station opened on the Fairlop loop of the Central line in 1947, with a lower level concourse that has been nicknamed Moscow Hall on account of its resemblance to the stations of the Moscow metro, though on a more modest scale
All the compositions in the vestibule of the church are devoted to the theme of the Last Judgment. From Old Slavonic, this is translated as "last", "final judgment of God". The composition in the Kirillov Church is the oldest and most detailed depiction of the scenes of the Judgment in ancient Russian art of the 12th century, which has been preserved in the form of frescoes. But in the temple, the image has reached our days in fragments. Most of these paintings are restorations of the 19th century. One fresco illustrates the parable of the rich man and Lazarus in hell, described in the Gospel of Luke, and the other - scenes from the torments of hell.
Усі композиції у притворі церкви присвячені тематиці страшного суду. Зі старослов'янської це перекладається, як "останній", "остаточний суд Божий". Композиція в Кирилівській церкві найдавніша і найбільш детально зображує сцени Суду в давньоруському мистецтві XII століття, що збереглося у вигляді фресок. Але у храмі зображення дійшло до наших днів фрагментарно. Більшість цих розписів – реставрація XIX століття.
Одна фреска ілюструє притчу про багатія і Лазаря у пеклі, описану в Євангелії від Луки, а інша – сцени з пекельних мук.
اللَّهُ نُورُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ مَثَلُ نُورِهِ كَمِشْكَاةٍ فِيهَا مِصْبَاحٌ الْمِصْبَاحُ فِي زُجَاجَةٍ الزُّجَاجَةُ كَأَنَّهَا كَوْكَبٌ دُرِّيٌّ يُوقَدُ مِن شَجَرَةٍ مُّبَارَكَةٍ زَيْتُونِةٍ لَّا شَرْقِيَّةٍ وَلَا غَرْبِيَّةٍ يَكَادُ زَيْتُهَا يُضِيءُ وَلَوْ لَمْ تَمْسَسْهُ نَارٌ نُّورٌ عَلَى نُورٍ يَهْدِي اللَّهُ لِنُورِهِ مَن يَشَاء وَيَضْرِبُ اللَّهُ الْأَمْثَالَ لِلنَّاسِ وَاللَّهُ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ عَلِيمٌ
God is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The parable of His light is, as it were, that of a niche containing a lamp; the lamp is [enclosed] in glass, the glass [shining] like a radiant star: [a lamp] lit from a blessed tree – an olive-tree that is neither of the east nor of the west the oil whereof [is so bright that it] would well-nigh give light [of itself] even though fire had not touched it: light upon light! God guides unto His light him that wills [to be guided]; and [to this end] God propounds parables unto men, since God [alone] has full knowledge of all things.
Year ago, dear master David Renwald all of a sudden presented me the pro account, and the whole year I was among the chosen ones (I can’t thank you enough for this blessing, David!). A lot has happened this year, maybe the scariest in my life. A week after this fantastic gift the war broke out, and now, a year later, the whole world is still living under its huge pressure and consequences, struggling against it – except those who are works for it, living and die off it, masters and slaves and meat of war. My bet and chosen weapon in this intolerable situation are the same – art. This is what I'm good at, as they say. Not that good, of course, not good enough, but I still believe in the results of many efforts of many people. Not instant, but inevitable.
Now, when I came back to earth from the Pro heaven, I hope to make art, not war even more intensively. I have a lot to show you, to tell you, to discuss with you from here, from Russia, from the fog of war – about which exactly I hope to write in my next letter “from the other side of the world”.
This flower was grown to perform a few simple tasks. To be pretty, to be white, to blend in, to be perfectly symmetrical, and to pose for pictures! What's so hard about that!!!!
But, not THIS flower. Oh, no! This flower unfurled its petals like a bird gone wild, in a manner of its own choosing. It is about as symmetrical the tangle of wires beneath my desk. It acts as if self-determintion is a good thing! Of all the nerve!!!!
THIS flower has been beseeched, cajoled, reprimanded, bribed, threatened, badgered, and finally, incarcerated in a vase until it dies, and yet THIS flower will not stop dancing. This flower has an attitude!
Since I have two magnolia trees in bloom already, the garden is telling me, "We have the power here! NOT you!"
–Psalm 78:2.
I was introduced to this church in the wilderness by a photographer buddy. I'm photographing behind the pulpit of a small church in the knobs of Central Kentucky. The Bible is open with a Crucifix bookmark (That is unusual among Protestant denominations, which typically use an open cross) to Psalm 78.
The traditional title dates from the eighteenth century and is based on a mistaken identity of Pieter Ramp who appears in a group portrait of about 1627 by Hals.The figures here are a young man and his new acquaintance at the doorway of an inn.The dog suggests not fidelity but spontaneous affection.This canvas,Hals's only known dated genre scene,recalls earlier Netherlandish images of the Prodigal Son but is probably not intended as a representation of the biblical parable.Hals,his brother Dirck (1591-1656),and other Haarlem artists treated the theme of frivolous youth in remarkably various ways.
(Continuation. Please see the previous images and the texts of this series if you feel like that).
Don’t you feel the fragility of life? ‘Cause I know this feeling from my earliest days, when I’ve turn blue and suffocated and everybody just waited when I’ll die finally. But I somehow didn’t feel like that. Now I’m fine, thank you very much, but still feel this thin border…
(To be continued…)
(Continuation. Please see the texts of the earliest images of this series – my “letters from the other side”).
These days I couldn’t write about anything but war, couldn’t make art about anything else. Even more because I’m Russian. That’s a bit like to be Snowden, but as worse as my state is worse than NSA. And that’s much worse. Now they’re hiring the jailbirds for the cannon fodder (which calls in Russian “cannon meat”, and that is more suits this case: they’re haven’t enough and they’re hungry), promising them freedom, and that’s those level.
Sometimes I get tired to talk, read and think about war and disappearing from Flickr and other social networks. I’m making a lot of photos on other topics, and they’re good, believe me, but they’re patiently waiting when those time will come. Maybe after the war… Sometimes I wonder: what will be the post-war world? Sometimes it scares me. That’s why I’m continuing…
Beautiful model, my good friend and sister in arts – Irinka, @kraskivrukah on Insta. Several days ago, she found out that her ex-husband, father of her little girl, died 40 days ago. She thought, that he fought against Ukraine. War is everywhere. And we have to stop it. I still don’t know, how. But I suppose that the art could help. As in the USA at the Vietnam times. Which was stopped, but the great art of sixtieth is still with us, alive and kicking.
To be continued…
Matthew 25:1-10
New International Version
The Parable of the Ten Virgins
25 “At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. 2 Five of them were foolish and five were wise. 3 The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them. 4 The wise ones, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps. 5 The bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.
6 “At midnight the cry rang out: ‘Here’s the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!’
7 “Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps. 8 The foolish ones said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.’
9 “‘No,’ they replied, ‘there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.’
10 “But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet. And the door was shut.
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What does "He left the 99 to rescue me" mean?
Jesus tells the parable of the lost sheep to show that the Kingdom of God is accessible to all, even those who were sinners or strayed from God's path. He uses the example of a shepherd (God) who has 100 sheep and one goes missing. The shepherd leaves the 99 others and searches high and low for the lost sheep.
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(Continuation. Please see the texts of the earliest images of this series – my “letters from the other side”).
Today I wish to seek your counsel, my friends. There’s the 2nd that big series, and again about the war, of course. The 1st one, “Give Peace a Chance”, with the same beautiful model, my sister in arts Irinka, @kraskivrukah on Insta (she asked me, could I add the link on her account, she’s, as any artist, want to share her art, and I’m doing that gladly), contained 43 images. This one – more or less the same amount. And 2nd time this series seems too long to me, to follow it in one go. Anyway, I’ve posted the full series on Behance and most part – on Insta (hope to finish with that within a couple of days). Just without these texts. So, I thought to interrupt it with another series, “Alice, Mad Hatter's Daughter”, and then to continue show you this one. What do you think about it? Especially because of I’m looking at my arts as at my weapon of choice in this World Anti-war I, as I think about these events. And I want it to be the good weapon. Even the lucky one. I need to help to stop this war ASAP. And then maybe we could regain freedom to my own country, poor, doped and deprived of liberty mother Russia. Which is now occupied by the same gang, as parts of Ukraine. That’s why I feel that I’m Ukrainian.
To be continued…
Excerpt from www.yimtintsaiartsfestival.hk/Artworks.php?lang=en:
The Parable of the Shepherd
Psalm 23: The Lord is my Shepherd
A shepherd walks his sheep in the pastures where the meadows bring them the newness of life! It reflects on the immense love and mercy that the Shepherd has bestowed on His sheep.
The parable is interpreted as follows: the pilgrims climbing these two flights of the staircase up to the St. Joseph’s Chapel are invited to remember that the Shepherd is walking with us. His presence is felt by the footsteps at the lower part of the staircase, with the desire for the discovery of beauty in our heart.
Moving up along the ribbon grasped in the hand of the Shepherd, you will see the moon and the star tied with a ribbon. The moon represents the sheep that gets away from the flock, falls over a precipice into the abyss; the sheep is freed by the Shepherd finally and brought to a safe resting place, which is represented by the star.
Lastly, the Shepherd takes the lost sheep on his shoulder and brings it back to the sheepfold. As we are also carried like the lost sheep, we celebrate now for a repentant sinner: and are in search for the greenest fields for the flock.
“I am the Shepherd!”
(Continuation. Please see the texts of the earliest images of this series – my “letters from the other side”).
Let’s return to our Alice, I missed her, didn’t you?
My photo-fairytales or photo-parables, as well as my sense of humor, becomes darker with the times. But they’re still fairytales. Without happy-ends yet, but riddled with light and hope, that’s how we could tell them from the horrors.
To be continued…
If you'd put a rice grain on the first chessboard field and on the second two, the third four and so on...I wonder what the output of those fields down there would be ;)
The well known parable might show, what this maybe clever, because harmless appearing excessiveness will cost us one day...
Homily071623OT15Sunday
Wow, what a thought provoking and long Gospel reading. I was going to read the optional shorter Gospel reading but then my homily would have been longer. In the longer version of the Gospel, we get a beautiful parable and then an explanation of how we are to interpret it. It is not hard to to understand.
Our Gospel reading begins…”Jesus went out of the house and sat down by the sea.” Already, I can relate with Jesus desiring rest. If you are like me…I find great peace in the rhythm of water and the sound waves. But his moment of peace, turns into an opportunity to teach the large crowd that gathers around HIM. Our first reading gives us a context for “Parable of the Sower,” that God’s word will not return to HIM empty but will achieve the end for which it was sent. May, I add whether we like it or not…whether we are aware that we are participating or not. God is speaking to us a variety of ways which includes through; the church, Holy Scripture, creation and others. The Gospel acclamation for today states it quite clearly: “The seed is the word of God, Christ is the sower, all who come to him will have life forever.”
The question that arises is whether we are listening or not. Today’s parable gives us four degrees of listening. Theses scenarios are simple and engaging. Let’s talk about each for a moment.
First, we have the seed that is landing in a hard and well worn path. These individuals hear the word but do not understand. I love birds…so every other day, I sprinkle bird seed a long a cinder block wall in my backyard. The birds come and feast on the seed. The path Jesus is talking about must be very hard and compact. Seeds will be smashed or gobbled up. At no point is the seed allowed to sprout, the heart is left empty.
Secondly, we have the seed that is being tossed on rocky ground and has no soil for it to sprout. These individuals receives the word with joy, but when challenged fall away. I have met many people in RCIA throughout the years who have had the zeal of a convert. Many fall away rather quickly over what I call petty issues. It can be very discouraging, especially when it is stressed in our teaching that even faithful Catholics can say mean things…we are still very human, but our relationship with Jesus is the reason we assemble.
The third scenario feels like the one category that we can all relate to or even find ourselves being challenged by. The seed that is landing among thorns. Theses individuals hear the word, but worldly cares…choke any growth that takes hold, and the plant bares no fruit. One thorn I constantly read about is how believers in Christ live in a fantasy world. No, I say. Why is it that Hollywood only gives us superhero movies. I read recently that most people have what is called, “Superhero fatigue.” Where is the truth to be found? Not in our Politics, Not in our insane consumerism, Not in our social media accounts. As believers we are in a reasonable position to say who is leaving in a fantasy world?
Finally, there the seed landing on rich soil. These individuals hear the word and understands it and put it into practice. I believe most of us here have received the word on the rich soil of our hearts and we are baring much fruit in how we act and speak to others. We are listening constantly!
Carmelite, Ruth Burrows, in her book Essence of Prayer states:
“But faith, to be real faith, is incessant, always operating, governing the entirety of life with nothing whatever left out: governing our thinking, our point of view, the forming of judgements, our actions.”
Divine love offers itself in the sacrament of the present moment. The accent is not on what I can give to God, how I can serve God, but `what do YOU want me to do?' and the answer is in front of our noses, in what needs doing here and now, rising out of the actual situation we are in.
2023 photo 48/317: The Every-Third-Friday Theology Book Club meets to discuss the parables of grace from Robert Farrar Capon's "Kingdom, Grace, Judgment: Paradox, Outrage and Vindication in the Parables of Jesus." ©2023 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com
It's not just the squirrels and ants of childhood parables that prepare for the leaner months of winter. Blue jays everywhere have been busy gathering acorns and scatter-hoarding them to access when pickings are slim. Think I'll give the jays their due and tell "The Ant and the Grasshopper" to my kids tonight, but substitute a blue jay for the ant and maybe a titmouse or chickadee for the grasshopper.
When you pull a tomato off of the vine or a cherry off of the tree, do you pull it completely free of the vine/stem or do you leave a bit of the vine/stem attached to remove later? Most blue jays seem to prefer to harvest the acorn free from its cap, but not all of them do.
Rembrandt's "The Rich Fool"
The room is dark, illuminated by a single candle. An elderly man sits at a desk/table overloaded with books and papers, some written in what appears to be Hebrew script. The man, a pince-nez perched on his nose, thoughtfully examines a coin. The hand holding the coin—with fingers made partially translucent by the candle’s light—blocks the viewer from seeing the candle directly, but its glowing light illuminates the man, a small area of the desk, and other elements in the darkened room.
From parablesreception.blogspot.co.nz/2013/12/rembrandt-and-pa...
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series. The whole images from these series are already on my insta and behance www.behance.net/gallery/140662555/Give-Peace-a-Chance-%28..., but without these texts)
…The world knows a lot about what’s going on in Ukraine and supports it in the fantastic measure. But I’m afraid that it doesn’t know much about the struggle in Russia. And I think that people who are doing something here are in the great need of some encouraging, moral support and simple attention. Without them a lot of great things are running out of steam. I’m afraid that I’m seeing some signs of that already. The pressure is increasing. In the beginning of the 2nd month, we get used to the horrors of war. It’s not that close to our houses. The shelling and devastation are somewhere out there. People as usually want to live those ordinary lives. And that way we could loose not only precious time, in which people die, but the opportunity to get back the normal life exactly when we have a chance.
To be continued…
Also, I want to speak with people about this nightmare times, to show, to see and to listen. To do something together. I think that what I’m doing now is the “photo-diary from the other side” with the unique opportunity to show life in the country when its doors are closing. So, I’m very welcome you to stay in touch with me on Insta, which now turned to the main site of the Digital Resistance in Russia in spite of becoming the outlaw social media or maybe partly because of that. As well as on other social resources. Though I’ve abandoned them for now or barely even started, but I’ll be back. Hopefully.
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series. The whole images from these series are already on my insta and behance www.behance.net/gallery/140662555/Give-Peace-a-Chance-%28..., but without these texts)
In addition to the previous letter – there are also 2 nations in those 2 countries which are co-exist in one space (Russia and Ruzzia, or maybe Ruzia?) – Russians and Ruzzians, or maybe Ruzians. You’re lucky in your other world: you see more and more Russians. A lot of them assumed their places in this World Anti-War Ist. But we here see more Ruzians. It seems that they emerged only after the beginning of this war. My wife recently noticed, that faces and people’s behavior in our town an mass looks a bit silly compared with before the war. We thought that it’s partly because a lot of Russians departed, including some of our friends… The new wave of emigration, see… Like after 1917…
To be continued…
We see many mysteries.. many opposites...
Many differences ; the succession of nights...
And days ; the creation of male and female.
Can we wonder at the differences...
In the nature and objectives of MAN?
Now the parable is this: The seed is the word of God. The ones along the path are those who have heard; then the devil comes and takes away the word from their hearts, so that they may not believe and be saved. And the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy. But these have no root; they believe for a while, and in time of testing fall away. And as for what fell among the thorns, they are those who hear, but as they go on their way they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature. As for that in the good soil, they are those who, hearing the word, hold it fast in an honest and good heart, and bear fruit with patience.
Luke 8: 11- 15
… I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and yet the same,
I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,
And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin…
Walt Whitman
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series).
As said Russian writer Irina Govorukha, war is crazy gal and if we wouldn’t manage to stop her, she’ll stop us all, and pretty soon.
Beautiful model, my good friend and sister in arts – Irinka, @kraskivrukah on Insta. Yesterday we made another collab, which is more about unbelievable fragile beauty of peace. This is the main theme of my newest work in progress. I feel that to show this is as important in our common anti-war, as to show the horrors of war. How do you think?
To be continued…
(Continuation. Please see the texts of the earliest images of this series – my “letters from the other side”).
When Dunja finally arrived from Vladimir, 100 km from my hometown, almost the week later than she said that she would and just for one night instead of several days (unpredictable gal even for herself, Dunja), she told me about Chekhov’s collected works which her neighbor presented her. She randomly opened one of the books and immediately ran into words about mistaken prayers for eternal rest of Dunja who was actually alive and going to marry. Our Dunja was a bit scared. Very sensitive, our Dunja. So, as she dropped by just for one night and purposedly for the photo session, we leaved my other guests after some drinking and jamming and set to make the photo op in the Drunken Master style (because of the guests, but that’s my favourite style anyway and Dunja decided to bring the bottle of wine guests or not). On the way Dunja told me about the wild part of her nature, how she feels something witching inside. So, I’ve changed the plan and opted for the wildest available nearby location with abandoned and partly burnt garden sheds. I’ve got woods from home in the big expedition backpack for the photo-light and the bottle of wine. We groped about in the deep night garden overrun with weeds till stumbled on this very shed. “Shall we go inside?”, suggested Dunja. So, we did it through the glassless window. It was just closer than the door. I saw something inside. “Looks like a coffin to me”, shared I my observation. “I wish you wouldn’t told me that!”, answered Dunja. So, once again Eros and Thanatos intertwined over and over in this photo-fairytale. Like in our life, where a bunch of insane thugs trying to make my unhappy motherland Russia to die for those whims. And to make another country, my beloved Ukraine, to disappear as it never be (now they’re ordered to rewrite the history textbooks). Are they so powerful? Is it some trick and trance? I still hope that the freedom could help eventually to shake this obsession. Like in the Vietnam times of America.
To be continued…
In my search, the GPS navigator kept looping me back to these two damaged vehicles. But somewhere in L.A.'s Eaton Fire-zone is the tiny secluded cemetery of science-fiction author Octavia Butler (1947-2006) in Altadena--the Black community she once called home--now destroyed by the firestorm. Octavia Butler wrote of a future Los Angeles ravaged by fire in her 1993 dystopian classic, Parable of the Sower, which also named and foretold the present "Make America Great Again" zealotry.
El objetivo de esta conocida parábola es recordar que en ocasiones nos apoyamos en el conformismo y de este modo tenemos la excusa o justificación perfecta para quedarnos estancados…Lee mas www.grada.es/la-vaca-grada-166-amparo-garcia-iglesias/blo...
The objective of this well-known parable is to remember that sometimes we lean on conformism and thus have the perfect excuse or justification to stay stuck... Read more www.grada.es/la-vaca-grada-166-amparo-garcia-iglesias/blo...
Das Ziel dieser bekannten Parabel ist es, uns daran zu erinnern, dass wir uns manchmal auf den Konformismus stützen und somit die perfekte Entschuldigung oder Rechtfertigung haben, um stecken zu bleiben... Weiterlesen www.grada.es/la-vaca-grada-166-amparo-garcia-iglesias/blo...
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I’d like to explain you, why I’m still talking about freedom. I feel that it’s as an air. You have it – you can breathe, therefore you can live. When you’re in the mountains, life is much better no matter what. Now all of us, my friends, aspire to help Ukraine to finish this war, to win it. I lived in Ukraine, I was in Ukrainian Carpathian Mountains, where we met all the world (I wish you to be there someday). I suppose that one of the main ingredients, through which Ukrainians are winning those idiots and criminals, who came from my beloved country, Russia (what a shame!) – they’re live and breathe this spirit of freedom. It’s just too hard, when the war is all around, and your air gets away, as well as your time, and your friends, your kin dying. But your ability to breathe freedom growing. That’s how I and, I suppose, all of my kin could live in Russia throughout all those scary years, even now. And I hope that the more freedom have the world, the easier is to breathe – in Ukrainian and everywhere. And the faster all those boogeymen, who are eating our fear and unfreedom, will disappear.
(Continuation. See the texts of the earliest images of this series).
I think that the greatest thing which is happening right now – that the war is no longer taken as the normal thing. At least this one war. I don’t think that there wouldn’t be any more (if we’ll survive that one). But maybe people and countries would look at them as at this war – as on the tragedy, disaster, catastrophe. And will help the assaulted countries, as now all the people, even Russians, and even in Russia, are help Ukraine. That’s why I call it the World Anti-war 1st.
Beautiful model, my good friend and sister in arts – Irinka, @kraskivrukah on Insta. Several days ago, she found out that her ex-husband, father of her little girl, died 40 days ago. She thought, that he fought against Ukraine. War is everywhere. And we have to stop it. I still don’t know, how. But I suppose that the art could help. As in the USA at the Vietnam times. Which was stopped, but the great art of sixtieth is still with us, alive and kicking.
To be continued…
(Continuation of the summer story with my good friend, model and sister in arts Irinka. Please see the previous images and the texts of this series if you feel like that).
Maybe I’m spending too much time inside, looking outside. I’ve become fit and tanned thanks to my garden and firewood procurement (much better to do it at the warm sunny days, definitely not in winter). The garden is my top priority now, even before the music, not to mention making money (at least I think so). I drink a lot of cold beer, digging up the beds. I really dig this practice. But maybe way not enough. Otherwise, why I’m sit at a computer now instead of digging, when the sun is still high and becoming not only city neurotic, but angry city neurotic, and swearing too often? But I decided not mention this fucking war (See? That’s what I’m talking about, and please pardon my language!) till these holy days…
Also, one of my closest friends and best models Dunja (Isn’t she incredible? She’s also fiery-ginger, and I’m just now returning to color, as you could see) wants to visit me and make one more crazy photo-op. She lives in another town, 100 km from mine, she's a hard working crazy gal and couldn’t do it as often, as we both would like it. And I still didn’t answer her, and that’s because of the garden, and it – because of my sitting at home instead of doing some real work… What do you think of all that, my friends?
(To be continued…)
"Alles Vergängliche ist nur ein Gleichnis..."
(aus Goethes Faust)
texture: www.flickr.com/photos/27805557@N08/3730709461/in/set-7215...
Import Export - permant lightinstallation with 8 slide-projectors by genelabo - this time: white spripes ending in a parable
Posting something green for St. Patrick’s Day, despite having nothing especially Irish in the backlog. Feel free to invoke your own parable.
Some of the 100 objects in a display "Parables For Happiness"
by designer artist: Yinka Ilori at The Design Museum, London
Have you heard this Parable?
Shortcuts through rough times may lead to shortcomings later down the road. Let's learn to ask God what we are supposed to learn from a rough situation...instead of asking God to remove that thing entirely.
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
there will always be sunshine,
after the rain ....
Perhaps you may stumble,
perhaps even fall,
But God's always ready,
To answer your call ...
He knows every heartache,
sees every tear,
A word from His lips,
can calm every fear ...
Your sorrows may linger,
throughout the night,
But suddenly vanish,
in dawn's early light ...
The Savior is waiting,
somewhere above,
To give you His grace,
and send you His love ..
Whatever your cross,
whatever your pain,
"God always sends rainbows ....
after the rain ... "
To get out of difficulty, one must usually go through it!
EXPLORE # 104 on January 28 & 30, 2008; # 139 on 01-29-2008
"I will open my mouth in a parable" – Psalm 78: 2
When I'm photographing churches, I like to go behind the pulpit and see if there is a Bible there. If there is, I almost always read a few verses and then take a photo of what chapter the Bible is open. This act stimulates my imagination to give me a flavor of a past sermon preached within the church walls. Hopefully, that comes out in the photo.
Technical note: I used an old and favorite Rokinon APS-C cropped fisheye lens on my full-frame sensor camera set in cropped (DX) mode. I thought the fisheye lens would pull the small room into the image. Because of the crop effect, the 8mm in Nikon DX mode is equivalent to a 12mm fisheye look. There were some high dynamic light and shadow concerns (see the bright stained-glass windows and lights?) so I mounted the camera on a tripod to stop camera movement and bracketed three images two EVs apart. I merged the photos together in Lightroom, which created a larger file with better lighting and details.
(Continuation. Please see the texts of the earliest images of this series – my “letters from the other side”).
As you could see, the title of this image of the series “Alice In The Dark” have changed. As the name of the series earlier – 3 times. I’m glad. When I created my first anti-war series, “Give Peace a Chance”, it turned out too big even for myself (I don’t know, what’s your impressions). It seems too long even now, when I look at it in my photostream. Forty-three images, oh boy! Then I became smarter and my series – shorter and therefore better from my point of view. Also, I interrupted myself from time to time with other photos. More freedom for me, hopefully more interest for you. Also, I’m trying to keep my texts short. Therefore, that's about all for now.
To be continued…