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"[T]he present is self-sufficient, but it is not a static present. It is a dancing present—the unfolding of a pattern which has no specific destination in the future but is simply its own point. It leaves and arrives simultaneously, and the seed is as much the goal as the flower."
― Alan W. Watts, The Joyous Cosmology: Adventures in the Chemistry of Consciousness
Blog #24
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Eu sempre escutei que com o passar do tempo, vamos nos acostumando com as coisas, que elas estão ali em nossa frente e começamos a achar tudo normal, inclusive as belezas da natureza, tá ali, sempre ali e pensamos: a hora que eu quiser posso ver de novo, posso vir aqui.
Nessa viagem fiz minhas próprias viagens, de frente para o mar, percebendo que cada momento, cada segundo é único.
Vi a Lua mais linda em toda a minha vida, estava sem a câmera, até cheguei a pensar: "Ah, amanhã tem mais!"
Não consegui, corri em casa pra pegar a câmera, lembrei que não tinha tripé, usei a cabeça da minha amiga de tripé rsrsrs, ISO no mais alto dos altos, realmente a foto não ficou essas maravilhas, não conseguiu registrar a imensidão daquele momento. E nem que a foto ficasse boa conseguiria!
Me senti presenteada por aquele espetáculo, uma luz maravilhosa refletindo nas águas.
Nos outros dias teve Lua? Teve!!! Porém nenhuma delas tão linda quanto o deste dia. ;D
Aí vai um texto que tia Janine me passou por e-mail e que lembrei quando comecei a escrever aqui!
Eu sei , mas não devia
Marina Colasanti
Eu sei que a gente se acostuma.
Mas não devia.
A gente se acostuma a morar em apartamento de fundos e a não ter outra vista que não as janelas ao redor. E porque não tem vista, logo se acostuma a não olhar para fora. E porque não olha para fora, logo se acostuma a não abrir de todo as cortinas. E porque não abre as cortinas, logo se acostuma a acender mais cedo a luz. E porque à medida que se acostuma, esquece o sol, esquece o ar, esquece a amplidão.
A gente se acostuma a acordar de manhã, sobressaltado porque está na hora.
A tomar café correndo porque está atrasado. A ler jornal no ônibus porque não pode perder o tempo da viagem. A comer sanduíches porque já é noite. A cochilar no ônibus porque está cansado. A deitar cedo e dormir pesado sem ter vivido o dia. A gente se acostuma a abrir a janela e a ler sobre a guerra. E aceitando a guerra, aceita os mortos e que haja números para os mortos. E aceitando os números, aceita não acreditar nas negociações de paz. E aceitando as negociações de paz, aceitar ler todo dia de guerra, dos números da longa duração. A gente se acostuma a esperar o dia inteiro e ouvir no telefone: hoje não posso ir. A sorrir para as pessoas sem receber um sorriso de volta. A ser ignorado quando precisava tanto ser visto. A gente se acostuma a pagar por tudo o que deseja e o que necessita. E a lutar para ganhar o dinheiro com que paga. E a ganhar menos do que precisa. E a fazer fila para pagar. E a pagar mais do que as coisas valem. E a saber que cada vez pagará mais. E a procurar mais trabalho, para ganhar mais dinheiro, para ter com o que pagar nas filas em que se cobra.
A gente se acostuma a andar na rua e ver cartazes, a abrir as revistas e ver anúncios. A ligar a televisão e assistir a comerciais. A ir ao cinema, a engolir publicidade. A ser instigado, conduzido, desnorteado, lançado na infindável catarata dos produtos.
A gente se acostuma à poluição. À luz artificial de ligeiro tremor. Ao choque que os olhos levam na luz natural. Às besteiras das músicas, às bactérias da água potável. À contaminação da água do mar. À luta. À lenta morte dos rios. E se acostuma a não ouvir passarinhos, a não colher frutas do pé, a não ter sequer uma planta.
A gente se acostuma a coisas demais, para não sofrer. Em doses pequenas, tentando não perceber, vai afastando uma dor aqui, um ressentimento ali, uma revolta acolá. Se o cinema está cheio, a gente senta na primeira fila e torce um pouco o pescoço. Se a praia está contaminada, a gente só molha os pés e sua no resto do corpo. Se o trabalho está duro, a gente se consola pensando no fim de semana. E se no fim de semana não há muito o que fazer, a gente vai dormir cedo e ainda satisfeito porque tem sono atrasado. A gente se acostuma para não se ralar na aspereza, para preservar a pele.
Se acostuma para evitar feridas, sangramentos, para esquivar-se da faca e da baioneta, para poupar o peito.
A gente se acostuma para poupar a vida.
Que aos poucos se gasta, e que, de tanto acostumar, se perde de si mesma.
I have been thinking of something I could buy with some money that I received after the passing of my brother and I decided to buy myself something that I didn't really need, but have been wanting for a long time. I decided to buy a secondhand Canon 1DX and whenever I use it, I will think of my brother whilst doing something that I love.
Présent dans la Cordillère de Talamanca, dans les forêts de chênes, à partir de 1 800 m; il se fait des réserves de glands qu'il insére dans l'écorce des arbres / Common in highlands in Talamanca Cordillera, in oak forests, mostly above 5 900 feet; acorns are stockpiled in the bark of trees.
Flickering lights above reflect
Another life and dimension
we can only wonder
What life beyond the stars, beyond our comprehension
Can bring us in the future
122 x 152 cm; Acrylic on Canvas
Frankfurt / Hessen / Germany
[EXPLORE - 2013-12-08]
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inc Laura Morera (Golden Vine) Mara Galeazzi (Woodland Glade) Marianela Nuñez (Lilac), Isabel McMeekan (Crystal Fountain)
A stump most likely leftover from the eruption 31 years ago. Lots of new growth trying to replenish the landscape. This area was stripped clean by a Lahar during the eruption. Mount St. Helens. I was fishing on a lake in Central Oregon and heard the eruption from there.
The present building was constructed on the site of an early Romanesque church from XIII century. The church is second largest in Paris after Notre Dame and it is dedicated to Sulpitius the Pious. Like anything else in this city, its history is intertwined with the history of peoples,Paris and France. Amongst notable events, one can list the baptism of Charles Baudelaire, Marquis de Sade or marriage of Victor Hugo to Adele Foucher as well as a funeral mass for the former President of France, Jacques Chirac. In addition to being a beautiful place of worship, notable works of art and science include murals by Eugene Delacroix, Gnom( constructed to determine the time of the equinoxes and therefore that of Easter), Holy Water font gifted to the king Francois I by the Venetian Republic and so on.
The present windmill on Brill Common in Buckinghamshire, was probably erected sometime in the 1680s. Although not quite the oldest windmill in England, it is one of the best preserved of the dozen or so 17th century post-mills still standing. A post-mill is a mill in which the whole structure revolves around a central post in order to face the wind.
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When I was working on my green Christmas present earlier this month, I spent quite a bit of time focused on the bow. And while I was satisfied with the white number that adorns it, I still thought there was a better way of recreating the tight, round bows that I'm used to putting on presents.
After weeks of tinkering, I landed on a design, but wasn't able to make it happen before the holiday. Good thing I've got a birthday coming up...
THE 51ST HIGHLAND DIVISION MEMORIAL
THE NORTH INCH, PERTH
The Memorial to the 51st Highland Division was unveiled and dedicated at a ceremony on 13 May 1995 in a ceremony to mark Victory and Peace in Europe 1945-1995.
The monument was made by Alan Herriot and is of a little Dutch girl welcoming her Highland liberator with a posy of flowers. A twin of the memorial was unveiled in Holland in the previous October. The base is decorated on its four sides. On the flanks are bronze images of the Arms and Corps that served with the Highland Division in the war.
The inscription reads:
"This memorial pays tribute to all who served in the 51st Highland Division in the two World Wars. It symbolises the liberation of our European Allies from occupation and repression in 1945 and commemorates the 50 years of peace that have followed."
NORMANBY HALL IS A CLASSIC ENGLISH MANSION, LOCATED 5 MILES (8.0 KM) NORTH OF SCUNTHORPE, NORTH LINCOLNSHIRE.
NORMANBY HALL WAS HOME TO THE SHEFFIELD FAMILY, FORMER DUKES OF BUCKINGHAM AND ORIGINAL OWNERS OF BUCKINGHAM PALACE. THE PRESENT HALL WAS BUILT IN 1825 TO THE DESIGNS OF ROBERT SMIRKE.
NORMANBY HALL IS NOW UNDER THE CONTROL OF NORTH LINCOLNSHIRE COUNCIL WHO HAVE CREATED A POPULAR LOCAL ATTRACTION WHILST MAINTAINING THE HISTORICAL BEAUTY AND CHARM OF THIS FINE HOUSE AND PARK.
The moment we have all been waiting for. Presenting the legendary, the sensational, the "Judy Garland" rose.
My brief history comes up to date, or as near as can be. We have seen a new pic from every Spring, 2010 to present.
By breaking almost all contacts I'm keeping very safe and well and hope you are too. I'm lucky to have everything I need, except fun, friendship and fantastic nights out as before.
Kids in goofy hats, on their St. Pat's Day parade float. The image has suffered a little from too much post-scan fiddling. It just now occurred to me why the funny faces: I think they result from sucking on those hard candies that are strewn everywhere at these events. In fact I think the middle girl is not waving but casting those candies. The little children rush to pick them up from the street. But I still get a chuckle every time I look at this picture.
EOS Rebel t2
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Poznan, Poland
Klasztorna Street in the Stary Rynek
Fog adds to the moodiness of this area and slips me back into a time past....love this area and spend a good deal of time wandering through here....especially when the moody element of the day or season is in full swing. Nothing like the charm of today and yesteryear to merge...
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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past. ⏳
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable. 🌀♾️
—T.S. Elliot
For the @pariscollagecollective creative challenge
Week 2, 2025
Taken for: Our Daily Challenge ~ I most Enjoy Photographing...
Table top photos, especially when it's cold and wet outside.
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OMG I have that look of "she is going to rip someone a new one"
Yeah I seem to have woken up with the right camel.
The camera playing up isn't helping either.
Any way I should be in a wonderful mood because the skirt I am wearing is a present from my wife and its a fab skirt. I need a better petticoat though as the one I am wearing isn't long enough really.
Bas-Relief @ Rockefeller-Center - NYC
Thisr panel is about time and communication. The floating woman is the muse of radio and represents the middle of the day. Pegasus, the winged horse, moves in union with her. The torch she carries is symbolic of knowledge. The lightening bolt symbolizes the power of electricity and the immediate availability of radio communication.
The Christmas present I get every year from the man closest to my heart is very special. He always knows exactly what I want! Last year it was these beautiful cosy brown knee boots.
Sadly there was no good occasion to wear them last winter. By the time I was outside again it was too warm for boots so they had to wait until late autumn.
This is a screen grab from a video of a shopping trip so the quality is poor, but I hope to have better pics this winter.