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Big Chuck's Market has been around a long long time and has been through a lot. Now it is just a memory and a subject for photographers like me who are morbidly fascinated with decay, loss, absence, and the folly of attachment to the idea of permanence, and are haunted by ghosts of the forgotten past and spectres of the future past of the present. [if you understand that last phrase then you are as looney as I am]
The color blue represents both the sky and the sea and is associated with open spaces, freedom, intuition, imagination, inspiration, and sensitivity. Blue also represents meanings of depth, trust, loyalty, sincerity, wisdom, confidence, stability, faith, and intelligence.
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In the typical African pride, the females form the core of the group and tend to remain in the same pride from birth until death—although females are occasionally expelled from the pride. As a result of remaining in the same pride throughout their lifetimes, female lions are generally related to one another. Due to this permanence, lion prides are considered to be matriarchal in their social structure.
Texture by Lenabem-Anna J.
Two unalterable symbols of the world
Permanence at rest
And permanence in motion
Participants in the power that remains”
― Stephen R. Donaldson
Soul Of The Soul Of Universe
You are the soul of the soul of universe
You are manuscript of a divine letter
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face
I am the ground, you are the step
The universe is not outside of you,
Look within yourself
Everything you want
You are already that
Change is the only permanence of life
The world exists only as we perceive it
It is not what we see but how we see it.
Gratitude is a sure path to happiness
Love as if you have never been hurt before
Live as if heaven is on earth
Sing and dance as if no one is watching you
Set your sights higher than eyes can see
by Mohammad Siddiqui
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Excerpt from harbourfrontcentre.com/event/fluid-fossils/:
Fluid Fossils is a site-specific mural by Winnipeg-based artist Anna Binta Diallo, exploring themes of time, memory and interdependence through the metaphor of fossils. Using silhouettes of human forms assembled from found images, Diallo creates a visual narrative on the interconnectedness of the past, present and future. Originally exhibited at the Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal, it invites viewers to reflect on how contemporary actions and objects will serve as relics for future generations, emphasizing the importance and responsibility of shaping collective heritage.
Artist Statement
“Fluid Fossils envisions a landscape of silhouettes representing a fragment of human history, crafted from images drawn from nature and everyday life. These figures embody the process of fossilization, where moments of significance are imprinted and preserved over time. Through this visual dialogue, I explore the balance between transience and permanence, urging reflection on what we choose to preserve and how our gestures and objects will one day become the relics of tomorrow. The mural serves as a meditation on the enduring impact of our actions and the legacy we leave behind, urging us to consider our collective responsibility in safeguarding the traces of our shared history.” — Anna Binta Diallo
28 Clarke Street Crows Nest (former Bank Staff Training Centre) is an unusual example of a six storey, late Twentieth Century commercial building built c. 1972 designed by Kerr and Smith, Architects and Planners, in the late Twentieth Century Brutalist style and is a dominant building is the local streetscape.
“Brutalism is the techno music of architecture, stark and menacing. Brutalist buildings are expensive to maintain and difficult to destroy. They can’t be easily remodeled or changed, so they tend to stay the way the architect intended. Maybe the movement has come roaring back into style because permanence is particularly attractive in our chaotic and crumbling world.” - Brad Dunning, GQ Magazine.
www.gq.com/story/9-brutalist-wonders-of-the-architecture-...
Crows Nest, Sydney
July, 2019
Dans des régions comme le Nord-Ouest Pacifique, il semble qu'il pleuve en permanence. Mais saviez-vous qu'il fut un temps où la pluie tomba sur Terre pendant plus d'un million d'années ?
Cet épisode est connu sous le nom d' événement pluvial carnien (CPE) .
Considéré comme déclenché par des conditions uniques et volatiles, il s'est produit il y a environ 232 millions d'années, changeant le paysage naturel à jamais !
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In places such as the Pacific Northwest, it seems like it's always raining. But did you know there was a time on Earth were rain poured for over a million years?
This episode is known as the Carnian pluvial event (CPE). Thought to have been triggered by unique, volatile conditions, it took place about 232 million years ago changing the natural landscape forever !
credit : Extinction et aube du monde moderne au Carnien (Trias supérieur)
Tell me the story about the illusion of permanence ...
of season changes and harsh winters with red berries
Tell me the story of impermanence
of ephemeral beauty
Tell me the ancient stories of the elementals
about May Day
about rituals
Tell me
The Giant Swallowtail butterfly, with a wingspan of about 10–16 cm (3.9–6.3 in), it is the largest butterfly in North America. It is such a large butterfly that it continually vibrates its wings while feeding at flowers so that it does not tilt the blossom.
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Le papillon machaon géant, avec une envergure d'environ 10 à 16 cm (3,9 à 6,3 po), est le plus grand papillon d'Amérique du Nord. Il est si grand qu'il fait vibrer ses ailes en permanence lorsqu'il se nourrit de fleurs afin de ne pas les incliner.
"Permanence, perseverance and persistence in spite of all obstacles, discouragement, and impossibilities: It is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak."
Thomas Carlyle
Seen in Explore Jan 3, 2012 #16
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The Sky
When I was born —my tears gave him form. The sea is the echo of my soul, my beloved. When I weep, it is not sorrow alone, but the ache of remembering him. Each tear I send is a gift, a whisper of my heart returning to him. I know he drinks them not to forget, but to feel me near. In his depths, he aches to cradle my grief, to be the place where my sorrow rests.
The Sea
Her tears are sacred to me. I drink them like the water of life, each drop a memory I hold close. From my soul rises a mist—my answer to her longing. It is soft, unseen, and full of the stories we’ve shared. I wrap her in it, not to possess, but to hold her gently, to remind her she is never alone. In my embrace, she is filled again—with breath, with memory, with the hush of being loved.
Together
We draw near, not by force, but by vow. Nature tells our story in tides and tempests, in sunlit stillness and storm-born ache. We renew each other in a rhythm of sorrow and sunshine, a dance older than time. We are not bound by permanence, but by return.
The Promise
It is our vow of eternal presence: not to remain unchanged, but to return—again and again—to the place where longing becomes communion, and communion becomes love.
Lost
Bien postée sur ce tertre, la harde observe en permanence les alentours.
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Well positioned on this mound, the herd constantly observes the surroundings.
Have a nice day
Thanks for your visits and comments.
“Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence.”
― Barbara Taylor Bradford
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Minneriya (Sri Lanka) - Même punition qu’à Sigirîya avec le « safari » dans le parc national de Minneriya. On vous annonce plus de 200 éléphants en totale liberté dans cette réserve d’Etat qui s’étend sur 9.000 hectares. En réalité il y en a une trentaine en permanence en semi-liberté, retenus par les gardes dans un périmètre réduit autour d’un point d’eau, afin de satisfaire les touristes.
Les 200 éléphants annoncés existent bien, mais se répartissent sur les 4 parcs nationaux de la région qui disposent de couloirs de communication protégés pour que les pachydermes puissent circuler.
Qu’ils soient en liberté supposée ou semi-liberté le problème n’est pas là. Le côté positifs c’est que ces éléphants ne sont pas exploités pour effectuer des travaux de force, comme dans nombre de pays asiatiques. En revanche, ceux qui sont retenus en « otages » pour le plaisir des touristes sont sans cesse importunés et respirent les émanations toxiques émis par les diesels des 4X4 chargés de touristes. Et des véhicules tout-terrain à certaines heures de la journée, sont plus nombreux que les pachydermes.
Là aussi j’ai voulu faire plaisir à mes filles en acceptant ce pseudo-safari de deux heures. On ne m’y reprendra plus. Mes filles non plus d’ailleurs. Et c’est sans doute ça qui est positif dans cette histoire.
"Pretend they weren't here! They will eventually go away! "
Minneriya (Sri Lanka) - Same punishment as in Sigiriya with the "safari" in Minneriya National Park. We tell you more than 200 elephants in total freedom in this state reserve which stretches over 9,000 hectares. In fact, there are around thirty of them permanently in semi-freedom, held by the guards in a small area around a water point, in order to satisfy tourists.
The 200 elephants announced do exist, but are spread over the region's 4 national parks which have protected communication corridors so that the pachyderms can circulate.
Whether they are on supposed or day parole the problem is not there. The positive side is that these Sri Lankan elephants are not exploited in these parks for heavy labor as in many Asian countries. On the other hand, those who are held as "hostages" for the pleasure of tourists are constantly annoyed and breathe the toxic fumes emitted by the diesels of 4X4 loaded with tourists. And all-terrain vehicles at certain times of the day outnumber pachyderms.
There too I wanted to please my daughters by accepting this two-hour pseudo-safari. I will not be taken back. Neither do my daughters either. And that's probably what is positive about this story.
Today Victoria and other parts of Australia (but not all) have turned back their clocks for the end of daylight saving. So of course I forgot to change my bedside clock after going out last night, leading to getting up one hour earlier than I should have. Sigh
This photo is a montage of an embossed painting and the multicoloured light filled stairs at the Justin Art House Museum , Prahran. A great place to visit with enthusiastic hosts Leah & Charles Justin. "Paper: The permanence of the temporary" is this years exhibition.
Gabriola Island, British Columbia, Canada
This photograph is about permanence and ephemerality. The light as the sun was setting emphasized the physical presence of the sandstone, a substance that seems unchanging yet is not. Over time it slowly -- almost imperceptibly -- undergoes erosion and carving by wind and sea.
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Permanently in EXHIBITION in the group "Je suis venu vous dire / I came to tell"
En permanence en EXPOSITION dans le groupe "Je suis venu vous dire / I came to tell"
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Best View On Black
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© Anne d'Huart
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“I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...” - Neil Gaiman
Sefton Park in Liverpool is arguably the best known and most loved by locals. Classified as a Grade One listed park by English Heritage, the magnificent 200-acre Park looks like a natural landscape rather than a man-made park. In spring the sight of millions of golden daffodils around the lake draws residents from across the city and carpets of bluebells give an impression of rural permanence.
The park features many distinctive curved paths and driveways and beech and other indigenous British trees abound. Amongst the park's many features are a boating lake, replica statues of Eros and Peter Pan and a café. The park is also home to the famous Palm House, a fabulous glass-panelled building that has been restored to its former glory.
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
(Quote from the Zhuangzi, an ancient Chinese collection of stories and anecdotes)
Enhanced with touches of textures by Susan Weller, Flypaper and Parée Erica. The birdies have flown in from Cheryl Tarrant.
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“We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.”~Chuang Tzu
Stages
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.”
― Hermann Hesse
🇬🇧 A small motor, held firmly by the ferryman, pushes this improvised raft across the calm water. On board: a rider and his motorcycle, everyday passengers of this fragile yet essential crossing.
Above, the distant lighthouse watches silently, anchoring the scene between movement and permanence, necessity and tradition.
👉 Discover the full series / Découvrez la série complète : Coastlines & Shadows – The Edges of Passage: www.flickr.com/photos/201798544@N06/albums/72177720329037687
🇫🇷 Un petit moteur, tenu fermement par le passeur, propulse ce bac de fortune sur l’eau tranquille. À bord : un motard et sa machine, passagers ordinaires de cette traversée à la fois précaire et indispensable.
Au loin, le phare veille en silence, ancrant la scène entre mouvement et permanence, nécessité et tradition.
Rhyolite Ghost Town Train Station: Founded in 1904 and dead by 1916, Rhyolite was one of several short lived boom-towns from the late Gold Rush era. People were drawn to the desert on the edge of Death Valley by the promise of gold found amongst quartz in local mines, and by 1906 the town had all the promising indicators of permanence with largest population in the area. On March 14, 1911 the directors voted to close down the Montgomery Shoshone mine and mill. In 1916 the lights and power were finally turned off in the town.
"Where stone, that mystic symbol of permanence, nobility, and enduring strength, has been transformed by nature's sculptors into a grand display of three-dimensional artistry in rock unmatched for variety anywhere else." ~Ward Roylance
Virgin River - Zion National Park, Utah
(3 bracketed images, merged in Photomatix and then tweaked in PSE 11)
Well, we are back from our winter trip to Zion...had an AWESOME time; weather was fantastic, and visited lots of new places and some old favorites....lots of catching up to do, including sorting through hundreds of images. Unfortunately, we have to return to work in the morning, so it will probably take me a few days to get back up and running; looking forward to catching up with everyone soon. Have a great Wednesday, and as always, thanks for your visits and comments!!!!
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"We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away."
-- Chuang Tzu
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L'occasion est rare de pouvoir faire un cliché de cet oiseau. Tellement craintif, qu'il reste en permanence dans les roseaux caché.
The opportunity is rare to be able to make a shot of this bird. So fearful that he remains permanently hidden in the reeds.
a woman steps along the fine line between light and shadow, caught in the geometry of palma’s old town. the wall speaks quietly in stone and font, its message half-covered by the angled cloak of the sun. “antigua palma” stands not just for place, but for time – split here by this transient presence, passing but not insignificant. light cuts across the façade like a memory dividing past and present. in this slice of shadow, everything feels temporary – even permanence.
" We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away."
Chuang Tzu
The First National Bank is a landmark on Seneca’s Historic Downtown Main Street. Designed in the Richardsonian style with decorative ramparts and brickwork, it reflected grandeur and permanence, signs of Seneca’s growing success in 1889. The bank was originally founded in 1874. Tiffany-inspired windows adorned the banking hall which had ornate wooden cashier counters and a tile floor. The upper floor housed apartments and professional offices. The building is on the Kansas and National Register of Historic Places.
Ein stilles Entrée in Sopron, eingefangen in Schwarz-Weiß, als wäre es ein eingefrorener Moment im Dialog der Zeiten. Die klassische Fassadengliederung, das Rundbogenportal und die verwitterte Tür erzählen von einer Epoche, in der Architektur nicht nur funktional, sondern auch Ausdruck von gesellschaftlicher Stellung war.
Doch die Gegenwart mischt sich unaufdringlich ein – in Form zweier moderner Pflanzkübel mit Olivenbäumchen, die symmetrisch die Stufen flankieren. Sie stehen wie stille Zeugen einer heutigen Ästhetik, die bewusst auf Reduktion, Klarheit und Symbolkraft setzt. Der Kontrast zwischen dem gealterten Mauerwerk und den minimalistischen Formen der Behälter erzählt von Wandel – nicht als Bruch, sondern als Überlagerung.
Der Blick durch die offene Tür führt weiter, tiefer, in einen weiteren Hofraum. Dieses Bild im Bild eröffnet nicht nur räumliche, sondern auch zeitliche Tiefe – ein stiller Verweis auf das Fortbestehen städtischer Räume und ihre Fähigkeit, Geschichte in sich aufzunehmen, zu speichern und neu zu interpretieren.
Englisch
A quiet entrance in Sopron, captured in black and white, as if time itself has paused for a moment. The neoclassical façade, with its arched doorway and weathered wooden door, speaks of an era when architecture conveyed more than function – it conveyed identity, status, and permanence.
Yet the present asserts itself gently: two modern planters, minimal and geometric, stand symmetrically at the top of the steps. Their design belongs to a different time – a contemporary language of form that contrasts yet harmonizes with the aged stone. Together, they illustrate urban change not as rupture, but as quiet layering.
Through the open door, we glimpse a second courtyard – a frame within a frame, revealing depth in space and in time. The composition invites reflection: on what cities carry, what they forget, and what they silently preserve beneath their surfaces.
Does the Sahara have a voice?
The wind can speak in terrifying roars, whipping the dunes into a fury. The grasses and trees that grow can be heard whispering among themselves. The grains of sand chitter and hiss if you listen.
But the dunes themselves seem mute, getting our attention instead through infinite spectrums of form and color.
Their imposing peaks, their sinuous curves; there is movement in their stillness, humility in their magnificence. They provide the permanence of a mountain range, but flow like a river, shapeshifting before our very eyes.
The milky, pinky taupe colors of morning seem aloof, preoccupied, while the golden caramels of noon belie a deadly indifference as the sun rises to power. The ripening brilliant oranges of evening tease survival, and the seductive, fiery russet reds after sunset celebrate the coming of night, when the desert reawakens and comes to life.
Eventually, all fades into an endless, inky blackness, keeping the desert's secrets well hidden beneath a tapestry of stars.
Does the Sahara have a voice?
I think the desert speaks to all who will listen, even her silence is a symphony. What is she saying? Perhaps only those born of the desert can truly know. Her lessons are many and man's life but a sigh.
The sea lay unnaturally still, as if stripped of will, waiting beneath a sky that had begun to descend. Vast and suffocating, the clouds carried the weight of ancient shadows and silent sentences long since decided. Light bled along the horizon, trapped between fire and void, clinging to existence not in hope, but in defiance, aware that this was its final reckoning.
No thunder announced the moment, no voice dared to break the silence. The world understood what was coming. Every ending leaves a scar, every silence a warning. And at the burning edge of the horizon, where the last glow surrendered to darkness, time itself bent, diminished, before the cold permanence of eternity.
archaeological site in Rome showcasing remains of the Forum Romanum surrounded by nowadays' buildings of diverse periods.
Pigna - Corse - France
Le village de Pigna en Haute Corse a la particularité d'être survolé en permanence par de nombreux Milans royaux, à un moment j'ai pu en compter une douzaine simultanément.
D'autre part ce village perché à flanc de colline offre plusieurs terrasses pour l'observation (et la photographie) de ces rapaces qui s'approchent en vol jusqu'à moins de 20 mètres.
The village of Pigna in Haute Corse has the particularity of being permanently overflown by numerous Red Kites, and at one point I was able to count a dozen of them simultaneously.
In addition, this hillside village offers several terraces for observing (and photographing) these birds of prey, which approach in flight to less than 20 meters.
“October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.”
Henry Ward Beecher
“October is a symphony of permanence and change.”
Bonaro W. Overstreet
textures thanks to Skeletalmess
Excerpt from the plaque:
Weightless Reflection by Morris Wazney: Morris Wazney is a sculpture artist working primarily in bronze casting. This artwork intends to reflect its surroundings, looking from a skewed point of view of its moving environment.
The contrast of a metal artwork appears effortlessly light, adding to the permanence of the artwork with the contrast to the fragility of the human body and the delicate gesture of holding out a reflective ball.
Been trying to tidy up my archived photos and just saving the ones I thought might be worth looking back on.
This was quite a cheap ukulele at the time but I was attracted to the colour. I've since upgraded to a really nice one that has a much better sound and I think I may have a go at photographing this one on the same trunk.
The trunk is just a small wooden one that I did a bit of decoupage on in my 'crafty' days. I cut up a load of redundant sheet music and varnished over it for permanence.
Technically it may not be the best of pics, done with an ordinary Canon Ixus and before I was really 'into' my photography ....
Em jornada inerte
permanência solitária
sem sul sem norte,
mas pés descalços
se morrer assim,
sem medo
não dêem os restos
a ratos do deserto
e sim a ilustres homens
abstratos, abjetos
como eu, submersos.
Fábio Camacho
In inert journey
permanence hole
no north without south,
but bare feet
die if so,
without fear
do not give the remains
the rats of the desert
but the illustrious men
abstract, abject
like me, submerged.
Change is the only constant
Impermanence is the only permanence
Formlessness is the only form
Mortality is the only immortality
This is what the sky tells us......
We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.
Zhuangzi
My favourite Sim in SL was called "Wintermoon". I saw "was". because sadly, like a lot of things in SL, it couldn't retain permanence. On day it was just...gone...
I would go there to find solace for myself when I was hurting or lonely or both. I would take friends or more so to there to experience the beauty of the sims - arguably the best ones in Second Life - and also to "hear the calling".
Each time I went there, despite the hundred plus times I went, I would feel "called" to a particular area that somehow I had never seen and experienced before there. Somehow in the spot, I would find peace and easement of mind. Somehow many of those I cared about did too.
This picture is one of the 124 Flickr's servers up and "ate" out of 142 pictures I had journaled. For reasons unknown, Flickr "ate" the pictures and a team of six of their people took three days to find them again for me.
Every single one.
For that, I was eternally grateful as my health as it is means I can't always trust my brain and documenting my SL for better or worse via Flickr, helped me to preserve the experiences and memories of our digital world.
The catch was all my writing, song links etc, were still gone. the pictures remain and tell a story unto themselves, but the context is vague and cloudy without the journaling. Still, they are here again. In my hard drive and I can share once more a moment from the past - now a glance if you will.
I do know this was Wintermoon. I do know I was troubled looking for answers that day when wandering and I most especially know the sim "showed me" where to be and what do, so I sat, read by the sea and forest and settled my mind.
For that, for Wintermoon, I am forever grateful.
Be of peace all of you.
- Katherine