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This is getting to be a favorite spot for Aurora. After leaving private property earlier in the evening on April 23, I drove 10 miles west to get here by about 1 a.m. The sound of the water with the Aurora pulsating overhead was calming and magical.
"Everything
Turns,
Rotates,
Spins,
Circles,
Loops,
Pulsates,
Resonates,
And
Repeats.
"Circles
Of life,
Born from
Pulses
Of light,
Vibrate
To
Breathe,
While
Spiraling
Outwards
For
Infinity
Through
The lens
Of time,
And into
A sea
Of stars
And
Lucid
Dreams."
- Suzy Kassem
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My cage is gilded, my heart beats like a pendulum at its center.
Staring at its peak, awaiting the day that the golden latch flinches.
The sun transcends across my polished bars in streams,
that restore my faith in the world.
My cage is alive.
It pulsates and sighs with my heart at its core.
Torn paper dreams that carry through the air,
as the wind speaks to them.
So full of affection and vigor,
beating in time with its iridescent copper swing.
I feel like I'll have wings someday,
the heartbeat calls through the bars.
Maybe so, the bars reply.
Maybe so....
Jean-Michel Basquiat (* 22 December 1960 in New York City; † 12 August 1988 ibid.)
Oilstick and ink on paper
From the exhibition BASQUIAT. THE RETROSPECTIVE at the Albertina Museum in Vienna
"Virtually no other artist comes anywhere close to being as representative of the 1980s and that decade’s pulsating New York art scene as does the brilliantly exceptional artistic phenomenon that was Jean-Michel Basquiat." www.albertina.at/en/exhibitions/basquiat/
I don't know why the heart, my friend, in its coiled musculature
and knot of soft tissue and sinew keeps on in you and me and
that lone flycatcher pillaging the rye grass, or those shrilling
crickets or the croakers in the marsh now starting their evening
doo wop or the Black Angus, like a procession of mourners,
dragging their shadows up from the creek before they buck and run
at our approach. Or the sun, now evanescing in the dusk, arteries
streaked across the western sky, what moves it in space, across
our retinas and into the convolutions of memory? I'm lost again
in the unbroken backbeat, my friend, perpetual in my adoration.
Follow me, if you will, up this ridge road, past the horse farm
and relay towers, with their daisy chains of red lights, pulsating
to warn away planes. I love how the landscape ripples away
in every direction, a tapestry we might float above
or disappear into, a dotting of yardlights like votive candles,
fields and valleys flowing away into darkness. We have come
this far to see the northern auroras, if conditions are right,
so we pick our fenceposts to watch the heavens fill with stars:
the empty dipperful, the seven daughters of Pleiades, a trillion
more I'll never know the names of as fireflies begin to luminesce
and drift about us. We wait and watch, you patient and content
to lick your paws, incarnation of the Buddha, I sometimes think,
here to shame my lack of virtue. And when wild dogs or
coyotes howl miles away, you tip your head up toward me with such
melancholy in your eyes I know whatever life dwells inside you
longs to cross the dark ocean that separates man from dog,
two animal souls on this hill searching the distant horizon
for arcs of light, like glowing fingers, to appear and touch us.
--Miguel de Ozarko
Jean-Michel Basquiat (* 22 December 1960 in New York City; † 12 August 1988 ibid.)
Acylic and oilstick on wood
From the exhibition BASQUIAT. THE RETROSPECTIVE at the Albertina Museum in Vienna
"... Basquiat shows the police officer here as a black man. The title alludes to the brutal police violence, sharply criticized by him, against African American citizens by casting the oppressed in the role of the authoritarian oppressor..." (Information text in the museum)
"Virtually no other artist comes anywhere close to being as representative of the 1980s and that decade’s pulsating New York art scene as does the brilliantly exceptional artistic phenomenon that was Jean-Michel Basquiat." www.albertina.at/en/exhibitions/basquiat/
[aus der Wikipedia]:
Als Qualle, im wissenschaftlichen Sprachgebrauch auch Meduse oder Medusa (Pl. Medusen; Medusae) genannt, bezeichnet man ein Lebensstadium von Nesseltieren (Cnidaria). Quallen sind keine systematisch-taxonomische Gruppe.
Erweiternd wird der Ausdruck auch für die Rippenquallen (Ctenophora) benutzt. Früher wurden die Rippenquallen zu den Nesseltieren gestellt oder mit den Nesseltieren als Hohltiere (Coelenterata) zusammengefasst. Heute gelten die Rippenquallen als eigener Tierstamm, der mit den Nesseltieren wahrscheinlich nicht näher verwandt ist.
Die meisten Arten mit einem Quallenstadium leben im Meer. Es gibt aber auch wenige Arten von Süßwasserquallen, von denen eine aus Asien eingeschleppte mittlerweile auch in deutschen Gewässern heimisch ist.Die heimischen Süßwasserpolypen durchlaufen hingegen kein Medusenstadium.
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[from Wikipedia]:
Jellyfish and sea jellies are the informal common names given to the medusa-phase of certain gelatinous members of the subphylum Medusozoa, a major part of the phylum Cnidaria. Jellyfish are mainly free-swimming marine animals with umbrella-shaped bells and trailing tentacles, although a few are anchored to the seabed by stalks rather than being mobile. The bell can pulsate to provide propulsion for highly efficient locomotion. The tentacles are armed with stinging cells and may be used to capture prey and defend against predators. Jellyfish have a complex life cycle; the medusa is normally the sexual phase, which produces planula larvae that disperse widely and enter a sedentary polyp phase before reaching sexual maturity.
Jean-Michel Basquiat (* 22 December 1960 in New York City; † 12 August 1988 ibid.)
Acrylic and oilstick on panel
From the exhibition BASQUIAT. THE RETROSPECTIVE at the Albertina Museum in Vienna
"Virtually no other artist comes anywhere close to being as representative of the 1980s and that decade’s pulsating New York art scene as does the brilliantly exceptional artistic phenomenon that was Jean-Michel Basquiat." www.albertina.at/en/exhibitions/basquiat/
Location: Tralala's Diner
(Sadly no more)
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Old Shanghai
-stareye9-
Old Shanghai overwhelms all the senses-
hustle and bustle from dawn until dusk
Heightening pace as nighttime commences,
activity proceeds briskly and brusk
Vendors display a myriad of goods
from cheapest trinkets to elegant fare
On crowded corners in packed neighborhoods,
storefront windows cast a painterly glare
Food sold from carts where customers line up
Some ragged ensemble plucking a tune
While sipping tea from a circular cup-
fireworks blossom by pulsating moon
With another bite of plated stir-fry
poised between chopstix in rambling Shanghai
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Mitten im pulsierenden Herzen der Stadt erheben sich schlichte, doch bedeutungsvolle Verkehrsschilder: “Broadway” und “One Way” prangen darauf in klarer, unmissverständlicher Schrift. Es ist mehr als nur eine Wegbeschreibung; es ist eine Metapher für das Leben in der Großstadt. Für den Broadway als legendäre Straße, die niemals schläft, Symbol für Träume, Glanz und unzählige Geschichten. Daneben das unmissverständliche “One Way” – ein Mahnmal, dass der Weg zum Erfolg oft nur in eine Richtung führt, ohne Umkehr.
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In the middle of the pulsating heart of the city, simple yet meaningful traffic signs rise up: "Broadway" and "One Way" are emblazoned on them in clear, unmistakable lettering. It is more than just directions; it is a metaphor for life in the big city. For Broadway as a legendary street that never sleeps, a symbol of dreams, splendor and countless stories. Next to it is the unmistakable "One Way" - a reminder that the path to success often only leads in one direction, without turning back.
In late May or June; The farmers brought their sheep; To
wash their fleeces; In this deep pool - Burbling, bumbling,
bleating - The waters bleat like a flock of sheep it dipped
- Dip your ghosts into this hard, cold merky place - Hear
their bleat in the water’s rush to escape - The foam like
wool pulsates - Damp leaves nothing behind but the
trees’ readiness - parishioners of Middleton & Smerrill
in response to the Old Sheep Dip in Bradford Dale.
Carved by Heritage Stoneworks.
From the volcano eruption in Geldingadalur, Iceland. This is from my second trip there, in May in a flight. The crader is much bigger and the eruption is pulsating but the lava flow is steady. The area I walked on in the first time is now under lava. It was snowing most of the time, making photoshooting not easy.
Macro Monday: #BottleCap
Sliders Sunday
Strange things are growing on my balcony. When I checked the plants there the other day I noticed a mysterious glow coming from one of the balcony troughs. When I took a closer look I spotted this tiny mushroom growing on the moss at the lavender's and ivy's roots. When I took another close look it started to pulsate with an amazing inner light. Had it responded to me? Was this an attempt to make contact? Was this an alien mushroom, and should I be worried? I went inside to get my camera, half expecting the little shroom to have doubled in size on my return, but there it was, as tiny as before, still snugly sitting between the balcony plants. When it noticed my camera, its glow intensified. I wondered... maybe this was a magic mushroom from Influencer Planet, and I should make a short YouTube video instead of just taking stills? Unsure about my video skills, however, I decided to stick to macro and took a few shots of my new friend, camera on tripod propped onto a cardboard box (wait a minute, did I say on a cardboard box? On a balcony on the second floor, right in front of the balcony parapet [and the space between the railings big enough so that my camera could easily fall through]?!? Well... I did it for science). Anxious to check if the captures had turned out well, I hurried back to my desk. I'm glad to say that one of the captures looked good, it's the one you see above. Alas, I did not get the chance to take any more captures of the tiny shroom, because when I returned to the balcony with my camera, it had disappeared, and only a soft afterglow reminded me of its short visit...
I usually don't upload my MM capture the night before Monday, but this was also for Sliders Sunday, and while I was super late in the game for the latter, I wanted to add it to that group, because I did quite some sliding when I processed the image.
This is the tiny plastic cap of an old miniature perfume bottle "Le Dix". The cap is 1,5 cm / 0,59 inches wide (maybe I'll still take a capture of the bottle and cap, so you can see how small it is). This is a manual focus stacking made of 5 images. For a change, the manual method worked better than the in-camera focus stacking, where I never managed to get the entire cap sharp. Processed in Luminar 3 with several filters, then I added a LUT layer ("Simple" from ON1 Photo RAW) and an Analog Efex layer (preset 7, film type "subtle", vignette). As blending mode I used "Lighten" for both the ON1 and the Nik layer.
A Happy Macro Monday, Everyone!
Seltsame Dinge wachsen auf meinem Balkon. Bei der täglichen Pflanzeninspektion fiel mir kürzlich aus einem der Balkonkästen ein geheimnisvolles Leuchten auf. Sehr zu meinem Erstaunen fand ich dort einen winzigen Pilz, der es sich auf dem weichen Moosboden zwischen dem Lavendel und dem Efeu gemütlich gemacht hatte. Als ich ein bisschen näher heranging, fing das Licht im Innern des Pilzleins plötzlich an zu pulsieren. War das etwa eine Reaktion auf mich? Hatte ich hier womöglich einen Alien-Pilz entdeckt, der Kontakt aufnehmen wollte? Das musste ich unbedingt fotografieren. Als der Mini-Pilz meine Kamera bemerkte, wurde das Leuchten in seinem Innern sogar noch stärker. Vielleicht war das ja sogar ein Zauberpilz vom Influencer-Planeten und ich sollte besser ein YouTube-Video aufnehmen statt eines Einzelbildes. Da ich aber mit der Kamera noch nie ein Video gemacht hatte, beschloss ich, bei meinen Leisten, sprich beim Makro zu bleiben. Gesagt, getan, platzierte ich für die richtige Höhe die Kamera auf einem Pappkarton (Moment mal, sagte ich gerade "auf einem Pappkarton"? Auf einem Balkon? 2. Stock, direkt vor der Brüstung mit luftig weitem Abstand zwischen den Stäben - also Kamera-durchpass-luftig-weiten Gitterstäben...?!? Egal, es war für die Wissenschaft) und machte ein paar Aufnahmen, die ich mir auch gleich am Monitor anschauen wollte. Was soll ich sagen, als ich von meinem Schreibtisch zurückkehrte, um weitere Fotos zu machen, war mein kleiner Besucher verschwunden. Nur ein sanftes Nachleuchten war als Erinnerung zurückgeblieben... Zum Glück hatte ich eine brauchbare Aufnahme im Kasten.
Oder besser fünf, denn dies ist ein manuelles Fokus Stacking bestehend aus fünf Fotos. Die manuelle Methode hat hier ausnahmsweise besser funktioniert als die Kamera-interne, mit der ich nie den ganzen Pilz bzw. Verschluss scharf bekommen habe. Das Thema ist ja "Flaschenverschluss", und dies ist der kleine Stopfen einer Miniatur-Parfümflasche ("Le Dix"); der Verschluss ist ganze 1,5 cm breit, das Fläschchen mit Verschluss nur unwesentlich größer, so ca. 2,5 x 2 cm. Entwickelt in Luminar 3 (diverse Filter), anschließend habe ich in Photoshop noch eine LUT-Ebene (aus ON1 Photo Raw, Stil "Simple") und eine Analog-Efex-Ebene (Preset 7, Filmtyp "Subtle", Vignette) hinzugefügt, die ich beide mit dem Mischmodus "Aufhellen" mit der Luminar-Ebene "verschmolzen" habe.
Ich wünsche Euch einen sonnigen Ostermontag, liebe Flickr-Freunde!
Jellyfish and sea jellies are the informal common names given to the medusa-phase of certain gelatinous members of the subphylum Medusozoa, a major part of the phylum Cnidaria. Jellyfish are mainly free-swimming marine animals with umbrella-shaped bells and trailing tentacles, although a few are not mobile, being anchored to the seabed by stalks. The bell can pulsate to provide propulsion and highly efficient locomotion. The tentacles are armed with stinging cells and may be used to capture prey and defend against predators. Jellyfish have a complex life cycle; the medusa is normally the sexual phase, the planula larva can disperse widely and is followed by a sedentary polyp phase. Jellyfish are found all over the world, from surface waters to the deep sea. Scyphozoans (the true jellyfish) are exclusively marine, but some hydrozoans with a similar appearance live in freshwater. Large, often colorful, jellyfish are common in coastal zones worldwide. The medusae of most species are fast growing, mature within a few months and die soon after breeding, but the polyp stage, attached to the seabed, may be much more long-lived. Jellyfish have been in existence for at least 500 million years, and possibly 700 million years or more, making them the oldest multi-organ animal group. 31199
This Panorama shows the night sky over Cape Town in South Africa. The world famous Table Mountains here covered with clouds works beautiful as a seperator of the untouched right side with the Milky Way Arch and the Atlantic Ocean in contrast to the pulsating world metropolis Cape Town including the enormous light pollution on the left side. Nearly 220 single images blended together and stitched in this panorama.
Had a long weekend in the Lakes, but unfortunately the cloud was down and the big vistas were not to be found. Some of the autumnal colour almost seemed to pulsate through the drizzle and the gloom though.
"And I love you, Winter!
I imagine you old,
I imagine you wise,
With a divine body of pulsating marble
That drags the weight of Time like a royal mantle...
Winter, I love you and I am spring...
I blush, you snow:
You because you know everything,
Me because I dream everything..."
- Delmira Agustini (Montevideo, 1913) -
Thylacine - Vivaldi The Four Seasons (Winter)
I had the opportunity to visit Artechouse for Quayola’s algorithmic light show based off an AI interpretation of piano music. You read that right, and if it sounds and looks surreal, you should have just seen the walls pulsating with the different color tones to match the piano’s notes. According to Artechouse, the exhibit offers “A duet of motorized piano and hyperreal projections combines human and technological elements through a system of unconventional generative algorithms.”
Minnesota Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis) pulsating green over the horizon on a small unnamed lake off the Gunflint Trail in Minnesota's Boundary Waters Wilderness Area. It was about 2:00am in the morning and the landscape looked like a movie set with the green tinted sky full of stars reflecting off the water and the misty fog starting to roll in from the open lake. That floating bog in the middle was covered in carnivorous picture plants adding a little to the spooky factor :O
One more Photo of my Singapore Nightshop Series. This one was taken from the Marina Bay Sands Hotel`s Observation Deck. Shot with Sony A7 Mii and the Zeiss FE 24-70mm F4 ZA OSS at F=4.0. Handheld, available Light.
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# LOTD 188 # LsR Moda - Gladys bikini @Cosmopolitan
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Oh my god ... what is happening ? I'm floating in the night, my pareo is stripping off, already feeling strange pulsating vibrations in my womb ... Oh my god ... I'm abducted ! In which pervert Alien hands will I end up?
For the pic, I'm wearing a gorgeous bikini set from LsR Moda, exclusive creation for @Cosmopolitant event. You will find the Gladys bikini after the event at LsR Moda main store or on the Market Place. Amazing number of styles (plain or pattern) through the hud.
Shot at Sunny studio.
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Walking through the Inhotim gardens is more than just contemplating its exuberance. Inserted in the remaining forested portion of the Atlantic Forest and Cerrado – two of the richest biomes in biodiversity and, at the same time, threatened on the planet – the Institute is a pulsating field for scientific research and a tool for conservation and environmental education.
In 2010, Inhotim was recognized as a Botanical Garden, a title awarded by the National Commission of Botanical Gardens (CNJB). The gardens, which began to be built in the 1980s, were designed by Pedro Nehring, who is still responsible for the landscaping of Inhotim. Between 2000 and 2004, Luiz Carlos Orsini created the 25-hectare landscaping project. Today, the Institute is a national and international reference in contemporary tropical landscaping.
In total, there are more than 140 hectares of visitation area, in addition to an extension of 250 hectares of Inhotim Private Natural Heritage Reserve (RPPN). The Inhotim Botanical Garden (JBI) manages the collection and botanical collections, comprising more than 4,300 native Brazilian and exotic species from around the world, in addition to researching and monitoring the Institute's natural heritage.
In 2021, Instituto Inhotim was awarded the Grant Awarded – BGCI’s Global Botanic Garden Fund, an international incentive that recognizes and supports projects that work towards plant conservation.
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It's my third time and I walked 3/4 of the Inhotim institute until today. I walked through the left front part of the desert plants and some art galleries. I'll have to go one more time to see the last part (4/4).
The distance from home to Inhotim Institute is 549.5 kilometers or 340.8 miles by car. The fastest route takes about 7 hours and 19 minutes.
From São Paulo State to Minas Gerais State.
First for me, this is done in TIFF. For anyone interested in exploring the Original Size, I present some pulsating beats and swathing pleasures of the aural kind to accompany you on your journey:
“Everything Turns, Rotates, Spins, Circles, Loops, Pulsates, Resonates, And Repeats.
Circles Of life, Born from Pulses Of light, Vibrate To Breathe,
While Spiraling Outwards For Infinity Through The lens Of time,
And into A sea Of stars And Lucid Dreams."
― Suzy Kassem, " Circles of Life," Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
[The Forge] Kayumi BodySuit (Neo Japan), [THE ESCHATON] Thruster Head (Cyber Fair), NO.MATCH - NO_DELIVERY.
Neo Japan:
"It's life Jim, but not as we know it". In orbit above the planet Brassicafalorius, the team have collect something for Bones to analyse. The green mass begins to move in the lab and exercises mind control over the crew of the Enterprise. Spock is the only one not affected and will work out how to outwit the pulsating green organism.
Actually it's Roman or Romanesco Cauliflower, which I gather has nothing to do with the Roman empire, but is a modern cross between cauliflower and broccoli. It is dry looking stuff and yet, close up, it has a slightly slimy look under the lights. The background is a cheese grater with an LED torch and a small red gel inside it. The odd ghosting effect was just a flash unit being fired from low down and I think some light bounced back off the polished surface of the cheese grater. Both effects were rather unexpected.
Piazza Gae Aulenti is the newest change into my city. A new, modern, fascinating pulsating center where to gather, have a walk and enjoy the fresh wind of renovation, at least on the architectural side.
Jean-Michel Basquiat: Self-portrait (1983)
Oilstick on paper on wood
"Jean-Michel Basquiat ([basˈkja] * 22 December 1960 in New York City; † 12 August 1988 ibid.) was an American artist, painter and sketcher. He was the first African American artist to make a breakthrough in the mainly white art world." de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Michel_Basquiat
He "rose to success during the 1980s as part of the Neo-expressionism movement. [...] Since Basquiat's death at the age of 27 from a heroin overdose in 1988, his work has steadily increased in value. In 2017, Untitled, a 1982 painting depicting a black skull with red and yellow rivulets, sold for a record-breaking $110.5 million, becoming one of the most expensive paintings ever purchased." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Michel_Basquiat
From the exhibition BASQUIAT. THE RETROSPECTIVE at the Albertina Museum in Vienna
"Virtually no other artist comes anywhere close to being as representative of the 1980s and that decade’s pulsating New York art scene as does the brilliantly exceptional artistic phenomenon that was Jean-Michel Basquiat." www.albertina.at/en/exhibitions/basquiat/
Icelands "Strokkur Geyser" is one of the most persistent geysers in the world and lies in the Haukadalur valley at the base of Laugarfjall hill.
The small geothermal area in which the geyser lies is one of the major tourist attractions in Iceland.
Eruptions usually occur with intervals of between 5-10 minutes and involve a single burst reaching a height of up to 30 meters. Prior to eruptions, the pool is full and gently pulsates up and down. The eruption commences when a pulse of steam rising from below pushes the water in the pool upwards forming a large dome (or bubble) of water through which the steam bursts and expels much of the water in the pool skywards.
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"In the heart of the Fairelands, where the veil between the realms of the living and the dead grows thin, lies Öndheim (the Realm of the Spirits, in Old Norse). This fantastical realm, cloaked in mist and mystery, serves as a crossroads for souls traversing from one world to another.
In Öndheim, time dances to its own tune, and the landscape is a tapestry woven from the threads of dreams and memories. Ancient trees whisper secrets to the wind, towering mountains rise majestically against the backdrop of an endless sky. Structures carved from solid rock and adorned with precious gold dot the landscape, their intricate designs telling tales of ancient civilizations long gone. At the center of it all stands the Dòmbjalla, a majestic bell where souls gather to await their fate.
Deep within the mountain lies a secret chamber known only to a select few. Here, amidst the towering peaks and shimmering gold structures, the Fjǫrsteði, the Forge of Life burns eternal, tended by ancient Titans whose duty is to keep the pulsating heart of Ondheim alive.
The entrance to the chamber is hidden amidst the gardens of the Realm and the Bell of Judjment, guarded by ancient wards and powerful enchantments. Few have ever dared to venture into its depths, and only those who are determined to fight the Unweaver can access it, for the secrets it holds are known only to those who wield the most powerful weapon to defeat it once and for all: Hope.
Among the spirits who dwell in Öndheim are those who await judgment, their ethereal forms drifting through the golden valleys and rocky crags. Some wander alone, lost in contemplation of their past lives, while others gather in small groups, seeking solace in the company of their fellow souls." - Kadaj Yoshikawa
Image by Ulf Ragnarok
Life pulsates in every living being... and every living being has its place and meaning in nature
What is the meaning of the people ...? They are the destroyers!!
Nature doesn’t need people... but they need nature to survive
(Continuation of Story)
After quietly enjoying Rio, our little ship continued north along the coast of Brazil until we reached Salvador, Bahia. It was love at first sight for me. I knew little about the city when we arrived, but immediately, I was curious and went exploring.
This look out on to the Atlantic Ocean reminded me of Cascais Portugal, a city I once called home. Salvador, Bahia is the largest city in the northeast of Brazil it was founded in 1549 by the Portuguese. Unfortunately, it was used as a slave port during its early history. Now that unpleasant beginning has given way to a culture rich in African influence and has created a pulsating musical and food paradise.
to be or not to be
These are the moments of pure being, moments of pulsating life when you feel connected with everything and it´s for sure you are in the right place at the right time. At least thats how I felt by capturing this.
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Step into the enchanting tableau of Spring's symphony, captured in the warm embrace of a Spring afternoon. This magnificent capture showcases the towering spires of foxgloves, known scientifically as Digitalis purpurea, as they ascend towards the clear skies, their bell-shaped blooms arrayed in vibrant hues of pink and spotted throats. Each flower seems to be painted with its own pattern, reminiscent of delicate brushstrokes on fine porcelain. Against the backdrop of soft, sunbaked bricks, these floral minarets create a contrast that is both striking and harmonious. The foxgloves, in full seasonal flourish, offer more than just visual splendor; they play a crucial role in the local ecosystem as beacons for pollinators like bees and hummingbirds. This photograph captures not just the beauty of Spring but the pulsating life that comes with it, in a corner of an Atlanta suburb where nature's artistry is proudly on display.
Die Kaiserstraße wurde im 13. Jahrhundert als Marktstraße angelegt und ist seit 1989 Fußgängerzone, wo das Leben zwischen historischen Häusern und Fassaden pulsiert - Kaiserstrasse was laid out as a market street in the 13th century and has been a pedestrian zone since 1989, where life pulsates between historic houses and facades (Waldshut, Germany)
When our flames
Were lit by chaos
We knew not the grip
The bondage of light
Then he waved his sceptre
And cosmos was formed
Too late we knew
Our freedom was lost
He blinded us
Polluted our minds
And forced us to drink
Drink his blood
I will show the world God's true face
I will let the thunder roar forevermore
I've deceived his world but regained
Paradise in the fire of my soul
In the death of the wind I sleep
As I wail this petrified landscape
Chaos, anguish, an optimum affection
In the clarity of certainty
So empty
"Mighty Lucifer
Thou art the light that leads to darkness
As much as I praise thee, I love thee without praise
As much as I love myself, I adore thee relentlessly
Thou art our true father
The wine of Venus, the essence of our hope"
Death, solemn death of the reaper's star
Devour his legacy from afar
I fumble, live, I fall, die
Isolated in the crowds of God
And suffering in between, lurks the everlasting absence
For my dark euphoria
Thence I am sovran created
Like in heaven myself and I fell in fury
The indolence of solitude
May drive out the soul of its sermon
And memory shall be lost
To the blood which hopelessly pulsates
The indolence of solitude
May drive out the soul of its sermon
And memory shall be lost
To the blood which hopelessly pulsates
In our excruciating hearts
"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime
This the seat that we must change for heav'n
This mournful gloom for that celestial light?
Be it so
Since hee who now is sovran can dispose and bid what shall be right
Fardest from him is best
Whom reason hath equald force hath made supreme above his equals
Farewel happy fields where joy for ever dwells
Hail horrours, hail infernal world and thou profoundest hell
Receive thy new possessor
One who brings a mind not to be chang'd by place or time"
In this abyss
We shall be free
Here we shall celebrate
The coming war
The Graben Vienna is an exclusive and pulsating shopping street in the heart of the inner city. The origin of this street dates back to the old Romans and it is surrounded by popular alleys, streets and places which stand for the typical flair, elegant tradition and gourmet pleasures.
Match of the hard hitting smashers. Taiwan's No. 1 seed Chou Tien Chen over China's Qiao Bin 21-12, 18-21, 21-16 in a pulsating match to reach the finals of the Singapore Badminton Open 2018,
From the volcano eruption in Geldingadalur, Iceland. This is from my second trip there, in May in a flight. The crader is much bigger and the eruption is pulsating but the lava flow is steady. The area I walked on in the first time is now under lava. It was snowing most of the time, making photoshooting not easy.
I went for a solitary drive the other night and found myself on a road that I have never been on. It led me to the most beautiful place far away from home. I stopped. There were Mountain Bluebirds everywhere! They shone like Sapphires emitting surreal hues of sparkling blue. I watched in disbelief. The landscape began to come to life. It pulsated like that of a thriving, living being. It began to unfold all around me. The birds began to fly and gather together throughout the breathing landscape. The tiny, ethereal creatures silently disappeared into the vastness of the sky and as they did, the sky absorbed the blues from each bird and began to radiate the bluest of all blues.
That’s when I woke up from my dream. I lay in bed. I committed to memory the wonderful and magnificent glimpse into somewhere I know not of…
People don't usually associate Aurora Borealis with the west of Ireland and why would they, we are situated well south of the Artic. However, when conditions are right, we sometimes get a treat!! St. Patrick's night 2015 was one of those nights when everything aligned and we were given a very special treat!! Here is a short time-lapse condensing 71 minutes to less than 30 seconds. Even with an ultra wide angle lens I couldn't capture it all as at one point it was pulsating over head, magical.