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Went to same area as yesterday. It was beautiful out there.
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Second Life is a place where you can be anything or anyone you want. Sometimes I like being an ant wandering about looking up at the bottoms of chairs. It's an interesting viewpoint: that of being an ant! But I think maybe I'll be a Bokononist ant tomorrow.
On man's destiny, from the Books of Bokonon: "Today I will be a Bulgarian Minister of Education! Tomorrow I will be Helen of Troy!" (Cat's Cradle).
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The Surrey City Centre Library in the revitalised Surrey core provides many interesting prepectives in Architecture. From the angle of this shot, the building looks to me like the bow of a large ship. What comes to your mind?
This week's theme is Forced Perspective. I must admit I've struggled with this one as the ideas I was coming up with mostly required the help of someone else or a magic wand! I thought about trying to photoshop it but thought that that was not in the spirit of the challenge.
Here we have two coins of different value and size the smaller one is in front of the larger one but hopefully looks bigger than it. I have included a small pic of them side by side so that you can see the difference. Cropped and played with the colours in the original.
For about 10 years or so, I shot mountain bike competitions and my favourite were the Singlespeed 'races' (who wouldn't enjoy a race where you could take the shortcut if you skulled a can of warm beer!).
I was sorting photos the other day and came across this one; used in some magazines.
I'd have to find the original to date and label it but I think it's around 2017 and maybe the New Zealand Singlespeed Championships in Rotorua (could be from the Worlds though).
I like it because it sums up the nature and fun of single speed mountain bike racing.
Some do it for the sheer fun of the event and others are deadly serious about their finishing position.
This was the start of the race and all three main subjects are competitors!
On the rural edge of Empress, Alberta, stands this faded, very crooked, still standing building. It's all about the perspective, taken with an old Kodak V550
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View from the top of Monte Brè
Lugano, Switzerland
December 2024
"Here is the dream: I see that I am lying in bed. Feeling neither good nor bad, I am lying on my back. But I begin to wonder whether it is a good thing for me to be lying there; and it seems to me that there is something wrong with my legs; whether they are too short or uneven, I do not know, but there is something awkward about them. As I start to move my legs, I begin to wonder how and on what I am lying, something that up till now had not entered my mind. Looking about my bed, I see that I am lying on some cords woven together and attached to the sides of the bed. My heels are resting on one of the cords and my lower legs on another in an uncomfortable way.
Somehow I know that these cords can be shifted. Moving one leg, I push away the furthest cord. It seems to me that it will be more comfortable that way. But I have pushed it too far away; I try to catch it, but this movement causes another cord to slip out from under my legs, leaving them hanging down. I rearrange my whole body, quite certain I will be settled now; but this movement causes still other cords to shift and slip out from under me, and I see that the whole situation is getting worse: the whole lower part of my body is sinking and hanging down, and my feet are not touching the ground. I am supported only along the upper part of my back, and for some reason I begin to feel not only uncomfortable but terrified. Only now do I ask myself what had not yet occurred to me: where am I and what am I lying on? I begin to look around, and the first place I look is down toward where my body is dangling, in the direction where I feel I must soon fall. I look below, and I cannot believe my eyes. I am resting on a height such as I could never have imagined, a height altogether unlike that of the highest tower or mountain.
I cannot even tell whether I can see anything down below in the bottomless depths of the abyss over which I am hanging and into which I am drawn. My heart stops, and I am overcome with horror. It is horrible to look down there. I feel that if I look down, I will immediately slip from the last cord and perish. I do not look, yet not looking is worse, for now I am thinking about what will happen to me as soon as the last cord breaks. I feel that I am losing the last ounce of my strength from sheer terror and that my back is slowly sinking lower and lower. Another instant and I shall break away. And then a thought occurs to me: this cannot be real. It is just a dream. I will wake up. I try to wake up, but I cannot. ‘What am I to do, what am I to do?’ I ask myself, looking up.
Above me there is also an abyss. I gaze into this abyss of sky and try to forget about the one below, and I actually do forget. The infinity below repels and horrifies me; the infinity above attracts me and gives me strength. Thus I am hanging over the abyss suspended by the last of the cords that have not yet slipped out from under me. I know I am hanging there, but I am only looking upward, and my terror passes. As it happens in a dream, a voice is saying, ‘Mark this, this is it!’ I gaze deeper and deeper into the infinity above me, and I seem to grow calm. I recall everything that has happened, and I remember how it all came about: how I moved my legs, how I was dangling there, the horror that came over me, and how I was saved from the horror by looking up. And I ask myself, ‘Well, am I still hanging here?’
And as soon as I glance around, I feel with my whole body a support that is holding me up. I can see that I am no longer dangling or falling but am firmly supported. I ask myself how I am being supported; I touch myself, look around, and see that there is a single cord underneath the centre of my body, that when I look up I am lying on it firmly balanced, and that it alone has supported me all along. As it happens in a dream, the mechanism by which I am supported seems quite natural, understandable, and beyond doubt, in spite of the fact that when I am awake the mechanism is completely incomprehensible. In my sleep I am even astonished that I had not understood this before. It seems that there is a pillar beside me and that there is no doubt of the solidity of the pillar, even though it has nothing to stand on. The cord is somehow very cleverly yet very simply attached to the pillar, leading out from it, and if you place the middle of your body on the cord and look up, there cannot even be a question of falling. All this was clear to me, and I was glad and at peace. Then it is as if someone is saying to me, ‘See that you remember.’
And I awoke."
Leo Tolstoy, Confession
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