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Free, profound, independent, her style is her own. It's personal, existential. Her only fear is convention. Her only weakness, jewelry. The roman nose adds character, the scar on her forehead adds strength, the curls in her hair add attitude. There is no such thing as imperfection, just originality.
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Hi everyone. While I have a profound fondness for photography, my ultimate passion is still moviemaking.
This is pretty much the reason for my missing in action these past 2 weeks. I managed to wrap this up in a week and a half with another animator at my company and was on a plane to Johannesburg last week thursday & friday for the Promax/BDA Africa Awards event. There were some great conferences in promo channel IDs from the likes of Comedy Central, Discovery Channel and Channel 4, not to mention a host of others. Plus, our company walked away with 2 Gold as well as 2 Silver BDA trophies for work entered this year! Needless to say......some big celebrating was undertaken....(no pics of these to be posted however) ;)
So, for your entertainment or perusal, follow the link to view the opening sequence that my fellow colleague and I created for this year's event.
You might also remember a poster I did a while back for it as well.
(hope it's alright...cringe-cringe)
enjoy...
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I should probably say something profound about the tragedy in London today, but I am not feeling great right now. Not in an ill sort of way, just in my head. I feel like my energy and motivation has sort of sapped away. It has happened before, and it usually goes away after a day or so, but it is just like there is this raincloud and no matter how hard I try, and I really do try, I cannot step out from underneath it into the sunshine where everyone else is. I think it is easier when I am talking to people to be able to push it to the back of my mind, put an umbrella up so to speak, but it is still there, casting its dull grey shadow. It is times like this when I start to worry about things that do not need worrying about. I start to overthink things.
A person could go insane inside of my mind. I think sometimes that maybe I have already.
(The hands are my dad's - we were mounting cross-stitching onto cards for my mum's business.)
for such a profound display of shared heart, joy, commitment, and imagination fueled by powerfully important purpose year after year. No matter the amount raised (although $95K USD this year...there are no words)
It's an incredible honor to be a Fairelander. And even though this year's event is completed, I hold this truth safe in my heart that Dawn also rises.
much more than just profound sadness...it is certainly that but also lead weight on your heart, a maze of pain, a prison with holes too small to squeeze through. and there is no way out, without help. my thoughts and prayers to the family and friends of robin williams......it is not an easy thing to witness. many people become angry at depressed people because they feel helpless.....and because they think it is a matter of will power. and they are wrong.
North East India is a mysterious, magical and profoundly beautiful region.
It is blessed with wonderful verdant valleys, hilly streams,
lush green forests, vast tea gardens, snow capped mountain peaks, mighty rivers,
tribal culture, colorful fairs and festivals.
For ages these parts were mostly isolated from the mainstream tourism map owing to lack of infrastructure and rail/road connectivity.
Slowly with time the improvement in infrastructure and railway/roadway connectivity with the rest of the country has opened up the magical land to travelers.
Sharing some images during my travel in this beautiful North East region.
A profound memory of my trip to Switzerland, the spectacular F/A-18C of Swiss Airforce displaying its magnificence in the Swiss Alps. A hint of what's to come in the new year.
1) The profoundly tender or passionate affection for another person.
2) A feeling of warm personal attachement or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.
[Webster's Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary 1989]
Saudade (European Portuguese): is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return. A stronger form of saudade might be felt towards people and things whose whereabouts are unknown, such as a lost lover, or a family member who has gone missing, moved away, separated, or died.
Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" after someone is gone. Saudade is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. It can be described as an emptiness, like someone (e.g., one's children, parents, sibling, grandparents, friends, pets) or something (e.g., places, things one used to do in childhood, or other activities performed in the past) that should be there in a particular moment is missing, and the individual feels this absence. It brings sad and happy feelings altogether, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.
Saudade is a word in Portuguese and Galician (from which it entered Spanish) that claims no direct translation in English. In Portuguese, "Tenho saudades tuas" (European Portuguese) or "Tenho saudades de você" (Brazilian Portuguese), translates as "I have (feel) saudade of you" meaning "I miss you", but carries a much stronger tone. In fact, one can have saudade of someone whom one is with, but have some feeling of loss towards the past or the future. For example, one can have "saudade" towards part of the relationship or emotions once experienced for/with someone, though the person in question still is part of one's life, as in "Tenho saudade do que fomos" (I feel "saudade" of the way we were). Another example can illustrate this use of the word saudade: "Que saudade!" indicating a general feeling of longing, whereby the object of longing can be a general and undefined entity/occasion/person/group/period etc. This feeling of longing can be accompanied or better described by an abstract will to be where the object of longing is.
Despite being hard to translate, saudade has equivalent words in other cultures, and is often related to music styles expressing this feeling such as the blues for African-Americans, dor in Romania, Tizita in Ethiopia, or Assouf for the Tuareg people. In Slovak, the word is clivota or cnenie, and Sehnsucht in German.
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The cityscape of Bratislava is characterized by medieval towers and grandiose 20th-century buildings, but it underwent profound changes in a construction boom at the start of the 21st century.
Most historical buildings are concentrated in the Old Town. Bratislava's Town Hall is a complex of three buildings erected in the 14th–15th centuries and now hosts the Bratislava City Museum. Michael's Gate is the only gate that has been preserved from the medieval fortifications, and it ranks among the oldest of the town's buildings; the narrowest house in Europe is nearby. The University Library building, erected in 1756, was used by the Diet of the Kingdom of Hungary from 1802 to 1848. Much of the significant legislation of the Hungarian Reform Era (such as the abolition of serfdom and the foundation of the Hungarian Academy of Sciences) was enacted there.
The historic centre is characterized by many baroque palaces. The Grassalkovich Palace, built around 1760, is now the residence of the Slovak president, and the Slovak government now has its seat in the former Archiepiscopal Palace. In 1805, diplomats of emperors Napoleon and Francis II signed the fourth Peace of Pressburg in the Primate's Palace, after Napoleon's victory in the Battle of Austerlitz. Some smaller houses are historically significant; composer Johann Nepomuk Hummel was born in an 18th-century house in the Old Town.
Three things that profoundly changed the West, appeared in the year 1873: the Colt SAA "Peacemaker" revolver, the model 1873 "Trapdoor" Springfield rifle and barbed wire.
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JAGO: *Reading aloud to Scout, Bogart, Paddy and Cousin Paddington.* " When Cinderella arrived at the palace, it was the king’s son who offered her his hand as she alighted from her golden coach. He led her into the palace to join the glittering company gathered there. Upon her entry to the ballroom there was an immediate and profound silence. Everyone stopped dancing, the musicians ceased to play, and all heads turned, so entranced was everyone with the singular beauty of the unknown newcomer..."
BOGART: "Cinderella is going to be the belle of the ball, Jago!"
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "She certainly is, Bogart! It’s so wonderful!"
SCOUT: *Sighs.*
PADDY: "Scout! Are you paying attention to the story?"
SCOUT: "Oh yes, Paddy! Of course! I was just wondering when the woodcutter was going to arrive."
PADDY: "What woodcutter, Scout?"
SCOUT: "Why the woodcutter who is going to save Cinderella from the Big Bad Wolf to is attending the ball."
JAGO: *Looks perplexed.* "I think you might have your faerie tales confused, Scout."
BOGART: "There is no woodcutter in Cinderella, Scout."
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "Not a big bad wolf. They are both in your favourite faerie tale, Little Red Riding Hood, not Cinderella!"
SCOUT: "Well, we’ll see! This time the story might be different! Cinderella and the Prince might be dancing when suddenly the Big Bad Wolf bounds in from the garden through the French doors, scattering ball guests left and right and then they wood need a woodcutter to save them all!"
PADDY: "I’m sorry Scout, but what would be the purpose of that happening? How would that help Cinderella escape her life of drudgery and live happily ever after with the Prince?"
SCOUT: "Well, the way I see it Paddy, everyone would be in such a commotion running away from the Big Bad Wolf, that Cinderella wouldn’t notice that it was midnight."
JAGO: "But Cinderella does that already! She loses her glass slipper on the palace steps so that the Prince can find her again."
SCOUT: "Well, if that is true, Jago, but if she and the Prince were chased by the wolf and she forgot the time, her dress would get changed back to rags, but the Prince would love her so much that he wouldn’t care about her rags, and she wouldn’t have to go home to her mean old stepmother and nasty stepsisters and wait for him to rescue her!"
BOGART: "Scout does make a good argument for the introduction of the Big Bad Wolf, Paddy and Jago! "
COUSIN PADDINGTON: "I have to agree."
SCOUT: "Thank you Bogart and Cousin Paddington." *Proud.*
PADDY: "Persuasive or not, Scout, I don’t think it’s going to happen."
SCOUT: "Well, we haven’t read this version of Cinderella before, so it might be different. Please keep reading, Jago. "
JAGO: "Oh, yes, where was I? Oh yes, ‘Nothing was then heard but a confused noise of, ‘Who is she? Do we know her? How wonderful her gown! How elegant her hairstyle! How beautiful she is!’ The king himself, old as he was, could not help watching her, and telling the queen softly that it was a long time since he had seen so beautiful and lovely a creature’ Oh, hullo everyone! Paddy, Scout Cousin Paddington, Bogart and I are reading one of Daddy's very special copies of Cinderella from the 1902." *Looks up.* "Why you ask? Well, because today is International Tell a Faerie Tale Day."
BOGART: "What is International Tell a Faerie Tale Day?"
PADDY: "Well Bogart, International Tell a Faerie Tale Day is an informal observance held on the 26th of February every year. It provides a perfect opportunity to read faerie tales."
SCOUT: "But Paddy, we read faerie tales all the time, not just on the 26th of February."
PADDY: "I know Scout, but some adults need an excuse to reconnect with their inner child."
SCOUT: "Daddy doesn't! He reads as many faerie tales as we do."
PADDY: "More than us I think, Scout."
BOGART: "Oh that's sad that others don't read faerie tales as much as we do. They are missing out on so much! They are beautiful!"
SCOUT: "Except when that no good break-and-enter homewrecking Goldilocks breaks into the home of the Three Bears and makes a nuisance of herself, or when the Big Bad Wolf gobbles up Little Red Riding Hood and that was the end of the story, and when the Beast gets turned back into a crummy old prince when Beauty fell in love with him as the Beast."
PADDY: "Well, whether you think they are beautiful or not, Scout and Bogart, Daddy and I encourage you all, even if you don’t have children or your children are not at home or grown up, to not miss the opportunity to reacquaint yourself with faerie tales. It’s perfectly acceptable to read faerie tale books alone, although I prefer reading them with Daddy, Scout, Cousin Paddington, Bogart and Jago. Make a cup of yummy hot chocolate, curl up in a chair and immerse yourself in the world of princes and princesses, evil witches and mischievous faeries, dragons and unicorns, talking animals and magical plants."
SCOUT: "Hot chocolate Paddy? Oooooohhh! I'd love a hot chocolate. Grumby tummy Paddy! Grumbly tummy." *Rubs tummy vigorously.*
Paddy is right, he, Scout, Jago, Bogart and Cousin Paddington have much reading to do, as I have lent them my 1902 copy of "Cinderella or the Little Glass Slipper" published by E. P. Dutton and Company.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Travelling all the way from London, Cousin Paddington was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic. After so long here he has decided to stop with us permanently. That makes me happy, as the more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.
Jago is a recent addition to my ever-growing family. A gift from a dear friend in England, he is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
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I'm so sorry. The gray area here is appropriate.
I seem to have somehow managed to fracture a rib and everything I do right now, including just sitting briefly at the computer, is intensely painful.
Please know that every day I'm looking at your pictures, but just can't quite sit still long enough to comment on them!
It's unfair that you all keep producing and posting such fantastic stuff and I'm unable to let you know how great I think it is.
Just so you know my absence has not been intentional and hopefully I'll be able to be back soon giving you all the accolades you deserve!
A profound statement by I know not whom.
The evocative and lyrical background track composed by Dexter Britain..... entitled 'Lucky ones'
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Meerdaal, also known as Meerdaalwoud and Meerdaalbos, is a woodland lying east of Brussels and south of Leuven, on the loess plateau of Brabant in central Belgium. The bigger part of it has most likely been continuously forested since the Middle Ages, but the archaeological record and geomorphology give evidence of a profound human influence, probably including agriculture, during the Roman era and the Iron Age.
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"Profound silence is often a sign of regression. It is also often a symptom of physic numbness." -John Lee
As the last light of dusk casts its light across the bay, the tide moves in rapidly to caress the stoic trees. The moon ever bright rises to illuminate the night to come.
When the sun began to lean, there was
an old history on the hill of the village Found a temple.
We borrowed the corridor of the temple to take pictures
A quiet, neat corridor with no sound, old history.
In the work of the attentive monks in a profound
Comes from the back of the mountain.
She was shining beautifully in a light.
under the skies that transcend billions of universes,
the outsized elephant-room of questions & secrets;
deepak ` the lightwriter's canvas broach in open.
we read our dread, Who if I cried out would hear me?
mind the stillness-mat viz; feelings get encroached; at
first, you praise their dress, then you get ash-dressed.
'ours' keeps breaking - ourselves, within our perimeter.
bully / pulpit alters us; diminishes sickle consciousness.
betwixt the micro spaces of conversation / correctness,
a certain static silence had enshrined in - just all over.
harbinger of tenuous assumptions kept on ossifying
into the experiments with musts, doubts, turncoats.
approvers bare intimacy that bears inching eyes;
and when one is completely inside one's perfidy,
a cover-up mindset suborns a hushed horizon —
pretends - the decisions had been difficult. 'yes'
— deserts us in a forgetting curve that reminds us,
of sti-ff-ness between us, culturing the same sky.
take over air consternates us-sets dreams on fire.
formless hubris viz debris, give themselves to gust
to be e'er scattered betwixt this/that; bedraggled.
zeroing in, insecurity at the heart of human constructs
the displaced shoes let you see, the surface of yore.
a long haul to dig and find, the great heart of our past.
no spin here, to foresee, real ground under our feet.
unchopping a tree, perched on wasteland, silences..
a thousand mile stare, ensouls thousand silhouettes:
anagram—breathy.ed each other to the bridging truth;
and learnedness, endlessly multiplied with curtain call.
where e g /oquence isolates honest assessment, not
being one of their chiliad/st.ic quarters isn't isolation.
not a diminishment, if being exercised more fully -
- truth's episodic memory is tender and unwavering;
ongoing procedure of days - = - simply transformative,
to rain align, all the absorbed moments of illumination.
bathed in light, friendships bear holistic temperament
alert, alert, alter! “after the game is before the game”.
tales shine in via our window of thousand caresses,
where you are sewing a blouse that feeds the spine.
tender paws & sky-ball inside, dashing out of a conch;
over tears-coasts, the white expanse, so kind & clear.
coconut chirping an intrinsic and glorious awakening.
rose dew here, and trouble talk lies beyond the map.
the truth is made real through servitude in affection.
psithurism of intimate revelations recalls clutched keys;
the key did turn. everywhere you turn is full of wonder.
awed to see - the shift inside, shifts deep garden state!
how did a blackbird of the milky way land up here,
that joy glistens in the kaleidoscopic, tent•i•er eyes.
how else to truly trace this landscape of provenance,
a cat following a radiant butterfly to the ringing bells.
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a quiet 'photo meditation' and a poem
to read in the quiet of your days.
and share as we gather around what we love.
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* The italicized line is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
Memento Mori - a remarkable concept as "Tempus Fugit"
Sacra di San Michele: the charm of symbology
In the Middle Ages the link between faith and a daily life steeped in superstitions and ancestral religious practices was profound: numerology, astrology, occult meanings given to colors and geometric shapes, plants or animals survived stronger than it seems. A bond that we find in the symbolic place of Piemonte, the Sacra di San Michele. The stairway of the dead ( Scalone dei Morti) in order to reach the Porta dello Zodiaco at the Sacra di San Michele, the visitor must climb a total of 243 steps, almost in a sort of "ascending path". An ascent in which we can already search for hidden meanings: according to Kabbalisticism, to understand the meaning of a number greater than 22 you need to add its digits until you get a number between 1-22. Done? The sum of the digits that make up the number 243 therefore takes you to the number 9, a number of great importance for Western cabalistics as it is the product of the multiplication of 3x3, a well-known Trinitarian symbol. An "ascending path" that passes by a staircase called Scalone dei Morti, because niches were created along it which housed the bodies of deceased monks, and which recalls other interesting symbols. Considering the appearance of this staircase, which leads to the so-called Portal of the Zodiac, the cave and the door to heaven come to mind. In ancient times the cave has always been a metaphor for the center of the world. Curious if we also notice that this artificial cave was built right in the heart of Mount Pirchiriano. A cave that welcomes these 243 steps that recall an ascending axis, a metaphor for the ascent from material and earthly things to the Absolute of heavenly life and to communion with God. It is therefore not surprising the desire to place the remains of the dead monks in niches created right along the grand staircase: monks who reach the gates of Heaven and eternal life, on an upward journey that allows them to leave behind everything related to their past earthly life in order to be able to get rid of their bodies and let their soul is reunited with the Eternal. The Portal of the Zodiac - Once you have climbed the staircase, you then reach this portal, so called because the 12 signs of the zodiac are engraved on it. A first curiosity catches the eye of the attentive observer: unlike usual, it is the internal faces of the entrance that are decorated and not those facing the outside. Why? There are those who hypothesize that this indicates a simple relocation of parts of a reused portal, but if we want to go back to the ascending symbology encountered earlier then the answer is simple: the important side, therefore embellished and decorated, was the internal one facing towards the staircase welcomed those who walked along it.
A profound feeling of change, newness, excitement, expectation and sights of amazing beauty and colour as nature begins its seasonal awakening.
Otranto sits right on the Adriatic sea, gazing out across its eponymous strait towards the Balkans and Greece, a strategic position that has profoundly influenced its history. In Roman times, it became an important commercial port - there was a significant Jewish population of traders - but also a departure point for Roman military expeditions to the east, as testified to by two marble pillar bases recording the transient presence of Emperors Lucio Vero and Marco Aurelio. For a period Otranto even overshadowed Brindisi.
Otranto's east-facing sea-front position, however, also made it susceptible to attacks from across the Adriatic. The most notorious took place on 28th July 1480, when a Turkish fleet of around 150 ships carrying 18,000 soldiers landed to lay siege to the town. The resistance and resilience of the town's folk is stuff of legend but after two weeks of fighting Gedik Ahmed Pasha, the Turkish commander, and his men finally stormed the castle and laid waste to the town and its population. All males over 15 were murdered and the women and children were sold into slavery.
800 survivors barricaded themselves inside the Cathedral with their bishop, Stefano Agricoli, to pray for deliverance. Divine intervention was not forthcoming, however, and they were soon captured. Gedik Ahmed Pasha demanded they renounce their Christian faith and convert to Islam but not one capitulated and their fate was sealed. The unfortunate bishop was cut to pieces and his head paraded round the town on a pike while the others were marched to the hill of Minerva and beheaded.
Years later, in 1771, a Papal decree formally beatified the 800, who became known as the Blessed Martyrs of Otranto.
Otranto is certainly one of Puglia's most charming towns and is well worth a visit. The imposing castle, thick perimeter walls and robust towers (built after the town was liberated from the Turks in the late 15th century) dominate much of the town, giving way to a small port, a series of sea-front promenades with excellent fish restaurants and the town's very own beautiful white sandy beach and turquoise waters...
There is no way to describe how we all feel. Most of us "only" knew Prince through his music, but that was more than enough for him to have had a profound effect on our lives. Seeing the outpouring of love and respect on social media, in the press, on public structures cast in purple glow, and by the legions of people who celebrated his life as he would want it to be -- by coming together and dancing all over the globe, has been so touching to us all at prince.org. This site has always been about the fans first, but obviously without the man, there would be no fans. We now honor the genius musician, the visionary, the icon, and most of all the human that was Prince, and offer our deepest shared sympathies. We knew and loved his music, and made it part of our lives, our soul, our being; that's the ultimate tribute, and as a result, he will live eternally. Prince, you will be forever in our life, forever in our hearts, forever on our stereos. wish u heaven.
--Ben, founder of prince.org, 4/22/2016
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Prince Rogers Nelson (June 7, 1958 – April 21, 2016) was an American singer, songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, record producer and actor. Prince was renowned as an innovator and was widely known for his eclectic work, flamboyant stage presence and vocal range. He is regarded as the pioneer of Minneapolis sound; his music integrates a wide variety of styles, including funk, rock, R&B, soul, psychedelia and pop.
Prince was born in Minneapolis and developed an interest in music as a young child, writing his first song when he was seven years old. After recording songs with his cousin's band 94 East, 19-year-old Prince recorded several unsuccessful demo tapes before releasing his debut album For You in 1978, under the guidance of manager Owen Husney. His 1979 album Prince went platinum due to the success of the singles "Why You Wanna Treat Me So Bad?" and "I Wanna Be Your Lover". His next three records—Dirty Mind (1980), Controversy (1981), and 1999 (1982)—continued his success, showcasing Prince's trademark of prominently sexual lyrics and incorporation of elements of funk, dance, and rock music. In 1984, he began referring to his backup band as The Revolution and released Purple Rain, which served as the soundtrack to his film debut of the same name. A prolific songwriter, Prince in the 1980s wrote songs for and produced work by many other acts, often under pseudonyms.
After releasing the albums Around the World in a Day (1985) and Parade (1986), The Revolution disbanded and Prince released the double album Sign o' the Times (1987) as a solo artist. He released three more solo albums before debuting The New Power Generation band in 1991. He changed his stage name in 1993 to an unpronounceable symbol Prince logo.svg, also known as the "Love Symbol". He then began releasing new albums at a faster pace to remove himself from contractual obligations to Warner Bros.; he released five records between 1994 and 1996 before signing with Arista Records in 1998. In 2000, he began referring to himself as "Prince" again. He released 15 albums after that; his final album, HITnRUN Phase Two, was first released exclusively on the Tidal streaming service on December 11, 2015.[1] On April 21, 2016, he died at his Paisley Park recording studio and home in Chanhassen, Minnesota after suffering flu-like symptoms in the previous weeks.
Prince sold over 100 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling artists of all time.
He won seven Grammy Awards, a Golden Globe Award,and an Academy Award.He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004, the first year of his eligibility.[6] Rolling Stone ranked Prince at number 27 on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time.Prior to the disbanding of The Revolution, Prince was working on two separate projects, The Revolution album Dream Factory and a solo effort, Camille.[49] Unlike the three previous band albums, Dream Factory included input from the band members and featured songs with lead vocals by Wendy & Lisa.[49] The Camille project saw Prince create a new persona primarily singing in a speeded-up, female-sounding voice. With the dismissal of The Revolution, Prince consolidated material from both shelved albums, along with some new songs, into a three-LP album to be titled Crystal Ball.[50] Warner Bros. forced Prince to trim the triple album to a double album and Sign o' the Times was released on March 31, 1987.The album peaked at No. 6 on the Billboard 200 albums chart.The first single, "Sign o' the Times", charted at No. 3 on the Hot 100. The follow-up single, "If I Was Your Girlfriend" charted poorly at No. 67 on the Hot 100, but went to No. 12 on R&B chart.The third single, a duet with Sheena Easton, "U Got the Look" charted at No. 2 on the Hot 100, No. 11 on the R&B chart,and the final single "I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man" finished at No. 10 on Hot 100 and No. 14 on the R&B chart.It was named the top album of the year by the Pazz & Jop critics' poll, and sold 3.2 million copies.In Europe it performed well, and Prince promoted the album overseas with a lengthy tour. Putting together a new backing band from the remnants of The Revolution, Prince added bassist Levi Seacer, Jr., keyboardist Boni Boyer, and dancer/choreographer Cat Gloverto go with new drummer Sheila E.and holdovers Miko Weaver, Doctor Fink, Eric Leeds, Atlanta Bliss, and the Bodyguards (Jerome, Wally Safford, and Greg Brooks) for the Sign o' the Times Tour.The tour was a success overseas, with Warner Bros. and Prince's managers wanted to bring it to the US to promote sales of Sign o' the Times;Prince balked at a full US tour, as he was ready to produce a new album.[56] As a compromise the last two nights of the tour were filmed for release in movie theaters. The film quality was deemed subpar and reshoots were performed at his Paisley Park studios.[56] The film Sign o' the Times was released on November 20, 1987. The film received more critical praise than Under the Cherry Moon, but its box-office receipts were minimal and it quickly left theaters.The next album intended for release was to be The Black Album.[58] More instrumental and funk and R&B themed than recent releases,[59] The Black Album also saw Prince experiment with hip hop music on the songs "Bob George" and "Dead on It". Prince was set to release the album with a monochromatic black cover with only the catalog number printed, but after 500,000 copies had been pressed,[60] Prince had a spiritual epiphany that the album was evil and had it recalled.It was later released by Warner Bros. as a limited edition album in 1994. Prince went back in the studio for eight weeks and recorded Lovesexy.
Released on May 10, 1988, Lovesexy serves as a spiritual opposite to the dark The Black Album.Every song is a solo effort by Prince, except "Eye No" which was recorded with his backing band at the time. Lovesexy reached No. 11 on the Billboard 200 and No. 5 on the R&B albums chart. The lead single, "Alphabet St.", peaked at No. 8 on the Hot 100 and No. 3 on the R&B chart;it sold 750,000 copies.
Prince again took his post-Revolution backing band (minus the Bodyguards) on a three leg, 84-show Lovesexy World Tour; although the shows were well received by huge crowds, they lost money due to the expensive sets and incorporated props.
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For this prestigious command, Rembrandt makes both compositions answer himself by the introduction of a movement: Maerten Soolmans tightens a glove, pledges of loyalty, in his wife who lowers a staircase towards him. A big curtain at the bottom unites both paintings, just like blow of light which falls frankly on the right shoulder of Maerten and more slowly on the big lace collar of Oopjen. In these years, all the genius of master of Amsterdam lives in the party and brilliant effects which it pulls of this concentration of the range colored around the black, around the white and around the grey.The luxury of the black dresses, then the most expensive, offers him(her) the opportunity(occasion) to show brilliance in the depiction of the materials(subjects): the garment starched by Maerten, his(her,its) satin lapels(backhands) against the fluidity(flow) and the lightness(thoughtlessness) of silks, satins and tulles dotted with the dress of Oopjen, the swelled size of which suggests the pregnancy. Knots in the belt create as a garland uniting the spouses.. The precision and the refinement of the detail are read in the motives which decorate the hose of the husband, in the extravagant knots of his(her,its) shoes or the range(fan) of Oopjen. The expression of the models is very different: the face of Maerten is round, its expression is more generic than that of Oopjen, more melancholic and softer. The color of flesh is more frank and pinkish at Maerten, it is more transparent and more pale at Oopjen.
Pour cette commande prestigieuse, Rembrandt fait se répondre les deux compositions par l’introduction d’un mouvement : Maerten Soolmans tend un gant, gage de fidélité, à son épouse qui descend un escalier vers lui. Un grand rideau dans le fond unit les deux toiles, tout comme le coup de lumière qui tombe crûment sur l’épaule droite de Maerten et plus doucement sur le grand col de dentelles d’Oopjen. Dans ces années-là, tout le génie du maître d’Amsterdam réside dans le parti et les éblouissants effets qu’il tire de cette concentration de la gamme colorée autour du noir, du blanc et du gris. Le luxe des tenues noires, alors les plus coûteuses, lui offre l’occasion de faire montre de brio dans le rendu des matières : le vêtement empesé de Maerten, ses revers de satin contre la fluidité et la légèreté des soies, les satins et les tulles piqués de la robe d’Oopjen, dont la taille enflée laisse supposer la grossesse. Les noeuds à la ceinture créent comme une guirlande unissant les époux. La précision et le raffinement du détail se lisent dans les motifs qui décorent les chausses de l’époux, dans les extravagants noeuds de ses souliers ou l’éventail d’Oopjen. L’expression des modèles est très différente : le visage de Maerten est rond, son expression est plus générique que celle d’Oopjen, plus mélancolique et douce. La couleur des chairs est plus franche et rosée chez Maerten, elle est plus transparente et pâle chez Oopjen.
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I’ve been privileged to teach art history at two sl universities, and now in my small island community. Three hundred classes over a handful of years, aside from my art & design work on the other side of the screen.
I believe everyone needs a hobby—even better if it turns into a passion, like this one has for me. Sharing the lives and works of the masters, upon whose broad shoulders we stand, convincing others—who feel they’re not capable of being artists—to take up the practice of art is deeply rewarding.
To create more art is fulfilling; having the opportunity to light that flame in others, to create more artists, is a profound blessing.
"If I keep a green bough in my heart,the singing bird will come."
Life's rich complexities reveal how we are brought toward harmony and dissolution in the same way that substances change, or how forces collide, harmonize and eventually transform. We are a part of nature and science has begun to take us deep into an unknown world that we have always taken for granted, but never really
Description: Planetary Nebulae represent the late evolutionary stage of low to intermediate mass stars. As these stars reach the final stage of their existence they enter the AGB (asymptotic giant branch) phase. As early AGB stars they begin to lose mass through dense but slow winds. This phase is followed by more profound mass lose through tenuous fast winds or superwind phase. The dynamic interaction between fast and slow winds ultimately forms the complex shell structure of Planetary Nebulae.
M97, more popularly known as the "Owl Nebula" is an older planetary nebula (PN) with a circular morphology and a bland inner structure. It is one of about 1600 planetary nebulae discovered in the Milky Way. The Milky Way has an estimated population of about 10,000 planetary nebulae. The low number is due to the brief time they exist, less than 50,000 years. M97 is at a fairly advanced stage as the superwind from the central star has long since ceased. M97 has a triple shell structure consisting of a round double shell comprising the main optical nebula and a faint bow-shaped outer shell which is very faint. The outer halo formed from material ejected thousands of years ago during the dying stars red giant phase. It continues to interact with the surrounding interstellar medium as the PN moves through space. The central star is a hot dead cinder of about 0.6 solar masses which produces abundant radiation from its 110,000 degree surface temperature.
Astronomers have had increasing success at building three dimensional models of planetary nebulae from two dimensional data. The models are based however on three assumptions: 1) material in the nebula moves exclusively in radial directions 2) each shell is ejected at different time epochs 3) each shell is composed of sub-shells that expand with velocities proportional to their distance from the center. The double shell of the main nebula is about 1.3 light years in diameter and has an expansion velocity of 40 kilometers/second. The inner shell is slightly elongated and the outer shell is round. The outer halo is bow shaped and has no measurable expansion velocity.
There are two distinguishing features of the Owl Nebula. The first is the presence of a central bipolar cavity excavated by the superwind of the central star. The second peculiar feature is the lack of a bright rim. The superwind that carved out the central cavity has since ceased allowing nebula material to backfill the cavity and smear out any bright rim that previously existed. The higher density of the material along the rim of the cavity is responsible for producing the forehead and beak of the owl. The bipolar cavity forms the characteristic eyes of the owl.
A reasonable conjecture regarding the evolutionary history of M97 begins in the early ABG phase of the dying star. The first event was the early slow wind which plowed into the interstellar medium forming the outer halo. During later stages of the ABG phase high mass loss occurred in the superwind phase which formed the main body of the planetary nebula. (Text: www.robgendlerastropics.com/M97text.html)
This picture was photographed March 17-18 2013 in Khlepcha observatory, Ukraine.
Equipment: reflector S&D 254 mm. f/4.7
Mount WhiteSwan-180, camera QSI-583wsg, Tevevue Paracorr-2. Off-axis guidecamera Orion SSAG.
LRGB filter set Baader Planetarium.
L=20*600 sec., bin.1 RGB: 10*450-600 sec. each channel, bin.2 Total 7.5 hours.
Processed Pixinsight 1.7 and Photoshop CS5.
BEHOLD the TURTLE of profound mass! From off his BACK we're selling GAS! He's pretty SLOW but we don't mind! It makes our shop easy to FIND!
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Made as a capturable asset for Intercept Orbit, the (unofficial) Lego Space Battle Game!
Lettering added hastily in post-pro rather than trying to figure out decals.
Zion Canyon Scenic Drive, Zion National Park, Utah, USA
The road is off limits to cars, giving the park much needed peace and tranquility during tourist seasons.
I had a profound sense of calmness yet unexplainable heart pounding ecstasy at the same time when standing there in the cool shadows of the deep canyon surrounded by the tall mountains.
Profound Assaults.
Technische Präzedenzfälle Experimente relevant Aufrichtigkeit Fäuste nähert Vernichtung unbefriedigenden Kultur Lesegerät,
eosdem gradus authorial verba prosa oratione vertit ubiquitous scrutari multipliciter hybrid symbolic fortuna socialis taboos,
εικασίες αποφάσεις πατρίκιος αποτυχία επίθεση εξηγήσεις εκρηκτικός σουρεαλισμός πτώση πολιτική ακατάσχετοι κανόνες αναγραμματικοί κριτικοί,
firmeza vientos iracundos voces secretas hostigamiento ansia gulping satisfacción vergonzosas concepciones destrozar cráneos,
terribles pouvoirs perforants tourbillons rues indifférence sourires mépris lois indignation esprits coups méchants branches gloutonnes invisibles loups affamés,
خطط مخفية لعنة الافتراضات الظلمات الحياة عديمة القيمة يؤدي ادعاءات جريئة النبيلة أمثلة خفية أسس التأملات الحقد,
夜の冒険血まみれの航海赤い感情暗い眉の怪物ハッチングされた極端な軽蔑パス鬼の腸パス悪魔.
Steve.D.Hammond.
On October 31st, 2008, I made a profound decision to honour the memory of every person and animal lost in the tragic sinking of the RMS Titanic on April 15th, 1912.
This undertaking led me on a captivating journey of extensive research and introduced me to a multitude of fascinating individuals who wholeheartedly supported my endeavours. Along the way, I discovered that lives were also lost during the construction of this remarkable vessel, prompting me to include them in my tribute. The culmination of my efforts resulted in the creation of an art collection comprising of 1,600 paintings.
Today, I am thrilled to share with you some of these poignant paintings and accompanying music. It is my heartfelt invitation for you to join me on April 15th, 2012, as we commemorate the centenary of the RMS Titanic's tragic sinking - a time to remember and honour those who perished.
May They All Rest in Peace.
Acknowledgements
Ida Straus
Mavis Henslow
Cye Elliott
Pryere
W.W.
Roderick Bowen
Maria, John & Natasza
David Livingstone
Ray & Candy Taylor
Barry Moulton
V.G.
Encyclopedia Titanic
I would like to express a special thanks to Pryere for photographing all of my paintings.
Anniversary of RMS Titanic Sinking - 15th April, 1912
♫ - Paintings and Music by Sophie Shapiro
Many waters cannot quench love; neither can floods drown it..
The Bible, Solomon's Song
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
Emily Dickinson poem. "If the relics of childhood are still present though transcended in the poem, that only adds to the poem's profound insight, expressing an abiding reality of the human consciousness. . . .[T]he picture presented in the poem, of the poet alone with her dog outside the town's limits, pursued by the rising tide of consciousness or (to change the metaphor to that of another of her poems) by 'That awful stranger Consciousness', the presence whom she is trying to exorcise or master through the return to the town." Kenneth Stocks comment on it.
Interesting what you get when you Google "mystic dog walk"!
And if you want to know more and read the poem:
By Robin Ekiss www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/guide/237890
Many poets have written about the sea: Whitman, Baudelaire, Rimbaud . . . a list that goes all the way back to Homer. For some people and poets, the ocean represents adventure and escape. For others, its vastness suggests the infinite depths of the self or the unconscious, even danger, which also lurks beneath the waves. For Emily Dickinson (who’d never actually seen the ocean), its unfathomable beauty represented many of these things and more. In her poem, “I started Early — Took my Dog,” we can fully experience the ocean’s power over the poet’s imagination.
Though unpublished—and largely unknown—in her lifetime, Dickinson is now considered one of the great American poets of the 19th century. She spent most of her adult life at home in Amherst, Massachusetts, but her reclusive tendencies didn’t stop her from roaming far and wide in her mind.
Like most of Dickinson’s work, this poem relies heavily on the hymn and ballad forms. As a churchgoer, Dickinson was very familiar with hymns, whose rigid rhyme and syllable structure create a melody that’s recognizable in many of her poems, which can be sung to familiar hymn tunes, such as “Amazing Grace.” Because of its religious association, the hymn form brings a certain spiritual gravity to Dickinson’s work, lending her poems about everyday experience a kind of religious reverence.
Dickinson also relied on the ballad in structuring her poems. Composed of four-line stanzas with strong rhythms, repetitions, and rhymes (usually on the second and fourth lines), ballads were traditionally a form of storytelling set to music. When Dickinson’s lines are read out loud, it’s easy to see (and hear) how they create their own song that tells a story.
That story begins with the simple-enough task of taking a dog for a walk on the beach:
I started Early – Took my Dog –
And visited the Sea –
But this early-morning stroll is anything but ordinary. Though Dickinson, indeed, was known to walk her dog, Carlo, on the grounds of her house, they never ventured as far as the ocean. Having never seen it, Dickinson must imagine the sea, and she transforms it through metaphor into something much more familiar to her: a house, complete with a “Basement” and an attic (“the Upper Floor”).
As if paying a social call, she’s greeted not at the door, but at the shore—by mermaids and frigates (square-rigged ships of the 18th and early 19th centuries), which hold out their “Hempen Hands” (their ropes) to her as though she were a shipwrecked mouse scurrying between the ship’s deck and the dock, with the possibility of escape:
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me –
And Frigates – in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands –
Presuming Me to be a Mouse –
Aground – opon the Sands –
In Dickinson’s imagination, the sea becomes a magical place, and the poem, filled with friendly, unthreatening creatures, is like a nursery rhyme. That comforting sense of simplicity is heightened by her unique syntax and punctuation, filled with dashes and unusual capitalization. Each dash demands that we pause for a moment between the capitalized words, emphasizing the rhythmic and lyrical qualities of the poem. Much as the full “stops” of a telegram charge every subsequent line, Dickinson’s dashes slow us down and make every inventive detail and carefully chosen image seem all the more deliberate. The effect lulls us, as waves do, and also forces us to feel the drama of the poem’s language.
But all is not as it seems. In the third stanza, we see a literal turning of the tide. The waves begin to take on a menacing tone:
But no Man moved Me – till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe –
And past my Apron – and my Belt
And past my Boddice – too –
The advancing water threatens to drown the speaker as it rises dramatically, phrase by phrase, past her chest. Taking on the characteristics of a man, the ocean becomes volatile and voracious, threatening to devour her:
And made as He would eat me up –
As wholly as a Dew
Opon a Dandelion’s Sleeve –
“And then—I started—too,” the speaker says, repeating a crucial verb from the poem’s first stanza. In the poem’s first line, “started” implies “starting a journey.” Repeated here, it suggests she is “startled” by fright, retreating as the tide continues to pursue her:
And He – He followed – close behind –
I felt His Silver Heel
Opon my Ancle – Then My Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl –
The speaker who so calmly “visited” the sea with her canine companion at the start of the poem now flees from it, with the sea (still a “He”) running “close behind,” lapping at her feet. As though he is trying to consume her, his “Silver Heel” touches her ankle. She pauses to imagine what might happen if they truly become one: “Then my Shoes / Would overflow with Pearl” (the ocean’s bubbly, white-washed surf). Though she’s obviously threatened by the possibility of consummation here, there’s beauty in it, too: the way pearls are beautiful, once they’ve been released from their shells.
But her dream of being subsumed by the sea is interrupted by the inescapable reality of the town, a place so “solid” that her imagined Poseidon must concede (and recede) back to his ocean floor:
Until We met the Solid Town –
No One He seemed to know –
And bowing – with a Mighty look –
At me – The Sea withdrew –
The use of the pronoun “we” in this final stanza reiterates that the speaker and the sea are indeed united for a moment, and then separated at last. Our final sight of the sea is as a “bowing” gentleman whose “Mighty look / At me” (a lowercase “me” that contrasts with the capitalized “Me” in the third stanza) leaves her feeling a tangible sense of loss.
Invited, awed, and ultimately cowed by her imagined experience, Dickinson’s speaker undergoes a true sea change in her perception. For someone who could only imagine it, the ocean, which on the surface may seem serene, comes to represent something decidedly more sinister. Dickinson’s vision portrays the sea as a place that’s both welcoming and wary, as the imagination itself can be for many writers and readers.
In our day everyone wants to appear intelligent; one would prefer to be accused of crime than of naiveté if the accompanying risks could be avoided. But since intelligence cannot be drawn from the void, subterfuges are resorted to, one of the most prevalent being the mania for “demystification”, which allows an air of intelligence to be conveyed at small cost, for all one need do is assert that the normal response to a particular phenomenon is “prejudiced” and that it is high time it was cleared of the “legends” surrounding it; if the ocean could be made out to be a pond or the Himalayas a hill, it would be done. Certain writers find it impossible to be content with taking note of the fact that a particular thing or person has a particular character or destiny, as everyone had done before them; they must always begin by remarking that “it has too often been said”, and go on to declare that the reality is something quite different and has at last been discovered, and that up till now all the world has been “living a lie”. This strategy is applied above all to things that are evident and universally known.
However that may be, there is naiveté everywhere and there always has been, and man cannot escape from it, unless he can surpass his humanity; in this truth lie the key and solution to the problem. For what matters is not the question of knowing whether the dialectic or demeanor of a Plato is naive or not, or whether they are so to a certain extent and no further —and one would like to know where the absolute standards of all this could be found— but exclusively the fact that the sage or the saint has an inward access to concrete Truth; the simplest formulation —doubtless the most “naive” for some tastes— can be the threshold of a Knowledge as complete and profound as possible.
[“Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven” (Matt. 5:3); ”But let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil” (Matt. 5:37); “Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of Heaven” (Matt. 18:3); “Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed” (John 20:29).]
If the Bible is naive, it is an honor to be naive; if the philosophies that deny the Spirit are intelligent, there is no such thing as intelligence. Behind a humble belief in a Paradise situated among the clouds there is at least a foundation of inalienable truth, but more than that —and this is something priceless— there is a merciful reality that never disappoints.
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Frithjof Schuon: Light on The Ancient Worlds
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Today, we are facing a profound human crisis, which we can sum up in this mysterious torpor, this insurmountable boredom, this lack of humanity in which we often find ourselves when the mentality the book denounces is victorious. This profound human crisis is seen in the passivity of many young people, who seem almost incapable of getting interested in something truly meaningful, or in the skepticism of many adults, who do not show them anything for which it would be worthwhile to work in order to get out of this situation. It’s as if young people did not find interests that were worth fully involving their humanity. It seems like nothing is able to interest them to the point of setting them in motion, and thus, as often happens in the classrooms of our schools, boredom is what dominates.
-Disarming Beauty ESSAYS ON FAITH, TRUTH, AND FREEDOM,JULIÁN CARRÓN Foreword by Javier Prades
Earlier this summer I had one of the most profound experiences of my life in Khutzeymateen Provincial Park in northern British Columbia. This grizzly bear sanctuary was the first area in Canada to be protected specifically for grizzly bears and their habitat. It includes over 45,000 hectares of rugged peaks, a valley of wetlands, old growth temperate rainforest and a large river estuary.
The bears are different here. No bear has been hunted here for 23 years. No bear has been collared or tranquillized and no bear has found food that belonged to a human. No human has gone ashore. For these reasons, the grizzlies here do not see humans as a threat.
Ready the story behind the photo and see more grizzly photos today on the blog:
annemckinnell.com/2017/09/13/grizzly-bear-photography-khu...