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after heavy weaks of dryness
i run into a pleasantly unusual fresh life,
it's distant but clear as crystal,
accurately drawn,
slightly dusty and purely green
juicy in its ripple,
it is only a succession of pulsating drawings
where i get always lost
inside mist and clouds
a manifestation of a deity or released soul in bodily form on earth; an incarnate divine teacher.
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I AM (#1)
I am that I am.
An avatar of compassion.
The distant traveler inside human form.
Who am I...
A sage on mission of dream.
A warrior of light.
A spark of The Divine.
The sacred one who pulsates with song.
I am that I am.
An Avatar for peace and joy.
The grand vessel wrapped in sacred light.
Who am I...
much more than human.
A navigator of stars.
A creative being who sings with grace.
The one inside eternal quest to free soul.
I am that I am.
An avatar of love and light.
A seeker with gifts to share with world.
A mirror of everything.
The one who bows toward all.
And star-seed here to aid humanity
Who be you? Who be you?
Written by
Star BG 66/F/New York
I write music, it’s another passion of mine. Of all my songs, this was written especially for my daughter. I dedicate this picture to her. To all of our memories traveling together, the beautiful drives in the fall, scary rides in the winter, beautiful summer expeditions, and of course the 1st day of spring, that reassured both of us the gift of life... her birthday. She is my rock, my world and my love for her is deeper than anyone could ever imagine.
Absoluut fantastisch Lichtfestival Gent 2024
De tram als verbinding.
De tram, een oud maar ook eigentijds vervoersmiddel, zit boordevol symboliek. Je kan het zien als een koppelteken ('Hyphen'), een verbinding tussen plaatsen in de stad. Het vergemakkelijkt ontmoetingen en nodigt uit tot mijmeren over het stedelijke landschap. De tram aan Dok Noord, wordt door kunstenaar Charles Pétillon een golvende lijn van pulserende ballonnen en symboliseert hoe we allemaal verbonden zijn met elkaar.
Bron & meer info: lichtfestival.stad.gent/nl/kunstwerken/hyphen
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Absolutely superb Light festival Ghent 2024
The tram as connection.
The tram, an old yet contemporary means of transport, is full of symbolism. You can think of it as a 'Hyphen', a connection between places in the city. It facilitates meetings and invites you to daydream about the urban landscape. Through artist Charles Pétillon, the tram at Dok Noord becomes a wavy line of pulsating balloons and symbolises how we are all interconnected.
Source & more info: lichtfestival.stad.gent/en/artworks/hyphen
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🔥🔥A journey into the depths of debauchery : Naughty Nuns and Horny Devils Unite! 🔥🔥
Dear Sinfully Sensational Souls,
DecadencE cordially invites you to our wickedly alluring event, where we delve into the tantalizing realms of the incubus and succubus. Prepare yourselves for an evening of unbridled passion, seduction, and the celebration of unapologetic desires!
🌟 Allow us to introduce the twisted brilliance of two captivating artists: Ｄｒａｇｏｎ ＆ Ｇｉｎａ. They have dedicated their craft to exploring the mystical world of incubi and succubi, arousing the deepest recesses of your imagination. Brace yourselves for an exquisite exhibition of their provocative artistry, a visual feast that will ignite your senses.
🎵 But that's not all! We have summoned two musical maestros, Michi Renoir and Matou Diesel, who will orchestrate a three-hour symphony of ᗪᗩᖇK ᗩᑎᗪ ᗪᙓᐯIᒪISᕼ ᙖᙓᗩTS.. Their sonic mastery will perfectly complement the electric atmosphere, ensuring your bodies sway and undulate to the rhythm of wickedness.
✨ Enter our latest entrenchment, where shamelessness is not only embraced but revered. Dress up in your most scandalous attire as either a Naughty Nun or a Horny Devil, for this is a night where the forbidden becomes a glorious reality. Let your inhibitions fade as you become one with the enchanting energy that pulsates through the air.
📅 Date: 07/11
⏰ Time: 1 - 4pm SLT
📍 Venue: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Secret%20Sanctuary/126/136...
Dress Code: Naughty Nuns and Horny Devils
Join us, daring souls, the forbidden fruit is too tempting to resist!
In northeastern Washington State lies The Palouse - an area of sculpted rolling farmland planted mostly with various grasses and wheat. In the Spring and Summer the hills are painted in many shades of green; in the late fall, once the crops have been harvested, the sun paints these wonderfully carved hillsides in numerous shades of gold and amber as it casts its warm light across the land just after sunrise of before sunset.
View on black or gray / B l a c k M a g i c
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🌟Orange the World Kickoff - Live DJ & Music Performances!🌟
Date & Time: November 25, 2024
Time: 12:00 PM SLT
Location: ARTSVILLE SL 🔶 maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Caribbean%20Ocean/87/63/1801
🌟 Join us for the Orange the World kick-off event as we stand together to raise awareness for gender-based violence and show our support for the global campaign to end violence against women and girls. 🌟
🎶 Music Lineup 🎶
DJ Frank Atisso will start the party with his electrifying beats and pulsating rhythms to get everyone in the mood for a great time.
Then, get ready for the legendary Max Kleene, who will take the stage for an unforgettable live music performance! Max's amazing tunes will fill the air and have you dancing and singing along.
🔥 It's going to be a day full of music, unity, and awareness, so don’t miss out on this incredible event! 🔥
Come for the music, stay for the cause – let's Orange the World together!
🔶 Dress Code: Wear your best orange outfit to show your support!
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We can’t wait to see you there at 12:00 PM SLT! ✨
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Utilizing creativity, innovation, light and discovery, Ontario creators from all artistic streams will showcase their exhibits following the curatorial theme of “Cocoon“.
Silk
Emerging from the ground as delicate tendrils, Silk is an ethereal and light-weight structure that seeks to create space through a minimal envelope of thin but resilient threads. Carefully woven together, the silky strands gently delineate an inhabitable interior sanctum forming a cocoon that is paradoxically enveloping and unbarred. Soft glowing lights highlight the links in the weave, forming an organically shaped enveloping structural constellation that emerges from the innate qualities and behaviour of the slender rods. These soft glowing lights pulsate throughout the night, their rhythm and intensity responding to the inhabitation of its gently defined space—a playful and graceful relationship between the cocoon and the occupant.
Silk extends from the studio’s applied research into light weight hybrid spatial structures inspired by natural and biological systems—it’s experimental nature a nod to the daring and innovative spirit of Ontario Place’s buildings and landscapes. Its structure takes advantage of two complimentary material systems for its basic character and organization. The first is a networked system of bending-activated structural elements made from engineered pultruded glass-fiber reinforced plastic (GFRP) rods.
These bending-active members gain compressive strength when held in bending, producing forms that are both incredibly delicate in appearance and exceedingly robust. These elements are sprung into a network of structural shapes through a second complimentary network of nodes and ground connections. It is at these nodes¬—the critical elements that define the cocoon and give it its strength—that the soft glowing LED lights are located. The structure gains resilience through networked connections, each element of the structure helping support the rest.
Denegri Bessai Studio in Collaboration with Urban Visuals
Founded in 2008, Denegri Bessai Studio is a Toronto-based architecture and design studio with a firm commitment to well-designed and considered spaces that leverage the latest materials and technologies to the benefit of its inhabitants and the city. We hold a deep belief that good design can and must be accessible and within reach for all, and this principle has encouraged our practice to find innovative ways to maintain the quality of our work while adapting to a variety of budgets. At our core, we are problem solvers – our best work the product of challenging constraints that lead to innovative solutions. Projects in the studio are carefully developed through an iterative design process that combines experimental research with engaged client consultation. Extensive material testing and prototyping is a constant factor in the design work of the studio. This approach is made possible thanks to our in-house fabrication lab equipped with a wide range of prototyping tools which allow us to quickly and effectively produce mock ups, models and prototypes. Our interest in fabrication has also led to the commissioning of numerous installations across the country where the studio is able to test, refine and celebrate our research. Source: ontarioplace.com/en/exhibits/silk/
"Wonderful, electric...
I'm in love... I'm in love with a strict machine."
- Goldfrapp, "Strict Machine"
The air is thick, the beat a relentless pulse against the skin. In the deep red glow, there's no room for hesitation only precision, control, and a current of pure electricity.
This is the aesthetic of absolute command. A form encased in polished latex, adorned on a sultry platform. A movement spawned by the Glorious AEONE Sophia Collection now available at the Warehouse August 2025 Round.
— C R E D I T S —
▸ Latex Tights and Shoes: AEONE - Sophia Collection
▸ Gloves: KLN SZN - Long Latex Gloves (Legacy Male)
▸ Corset: Malefic - Ya Ya Corset
▸ Props: Kindex - Cezar Capsir and Nico Whip
▸ Backdrop: The Bearded Guy - Red Night Backdrop
The air crackles with an electric fervor, my friends, as I bear witness to an awe-inspiring spectacle in Lisa's garden. It is a psychedelic ambush of the senses, a riotous rebellion of vibrant hues that assaults the eye like a mescaline-laced fever dream. The Oriental Lilies, those brazen vixens of the botanical world, have staged a coup d'état, claiming the entire floral dominion for their own. With an audacity that borders on lunacy, these blossoms of insurrection snatch the limelight with an unruly display of grandeur, leaving no room for subtlety or humility.
In their ferocious bloom, they defy all conventional notions of decorum and restraint. Petals unfurl like flamenco dancers in a savage frenzy, flaunting their crimson, gold, and ivory splendor with a brazen audacity that dares you to look away. The garden trembles under their kaleidoscopic onslaught, a pulsating mélange of color that drowns out the whispers of the meek and delicate. It is a spectacle so bewitching, so explosively alive, that one cannot help but surrender to its intoxicating allure, losing oneself in this hedonistic carousel of botanical rebellion. Oh, what a world, my friends, where even the flowers dare to challenge the very fabric of nature's order!
I am so glad I got to witness this. The bands of light pulsating across the sky were absolutely mesmerizing. A night I won't soon forget.
"São Luiz do Paraitinga - SP; a História pulsando", 03 fotos. Usei a Canon 6D, objetiva EF 28x135 mm.
"São Luiz do Paraitinga - SP; History pulsating", 03 photos. I used the Canon 6D, EF 28x135mm lens.
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Auroral streamers or rays rather than classic curtains as part of the pulsating phase of the great equinox display of Northern Lights on March 23, 2023. The rays have a strong vertical structure from precipitating electrons but were pulsing off and on rather than rippling. While the predominent colour is green, there is a lot of red and magenta mixed in. The rays are converging upward to the magnetic zenith. This is looking northwest over my house. A short exposure froze the motion and pulsations to better record the structure. Cassiopeia is at centre. The Pleiades are at left.
This is a single 1-second exposure with the Venus Optics 15mm lens at f/2 and the Canon R6 at ISO 6400. Taken from home in southern Alberta.
. . . Zeboran . . .
The night sky oozes inky secrets, the moon, a sultry confidante to his solitary waltz. Each step he takes pulsates with the rhythm of a clandestine truth, a seductive equation that could rewrite the infinite stars.. 💕
His allure is the beckoning call of the abyss, the enchanting melody of the unexplored, enticing every daring soul to follow him into the untamed recesses of his mind. To share the journey, to unlock the desires of every soul he entwined with, revealing and brightening their alluring secret passions within.. 💕
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Acte 26
The Tracker in the Woods
As luck would have at it, He did not have long to wait!
Only 20 minutes into his allotted hour, his vigilance was rewarded when his keen hearing picked up upon the ever-satisfying rustle of something silken moving ever so gracefully along the path he had just left.
Still savouring his daydream of a jewel laden debutantes, he prepared himself!
His demanding thievery expectations at their fullest.
Soon a feminine figure with long red hair came tentatively into the clearing ...
She was quite elegantly clad in a long brown satin gown that greatly resembled the one he had found in Mariette’s closet!
Her jewellery sparkled brilliantly under the moonlit clearing; dangling earrings, thin necklace, bracelet, ring, and cleavage hung broach, all set with diamonds!
He could see what she was being cautious, so she was not entirely sure what would be lurking about!
Not that he blamed her, a woman dressed as she was should not feel safe walking about in the woods at night, vulnerably alone and unprotected!
“Someone should enlighten the wayward lass !”
She had stopped at the edge of the wooded hollow, some 6 feet away from his hiding spot, as she was looking worriedly about!
After a few long, lonely minutes she moved quickly from the shadows of the woods and crossed the clearing to the stone building.
The bottom of her long brown gown swishing rather alluringly as it fell slinking from her tight bodice.
He could see her features quite well in the light of the moon, enough to see all her finer points outlined by her slinky gown’s tight upper half!
But he stayed put, long developed instincts holding him check!
Reaching the cottage, she gracefully slithered her way around to the window.
Peering inside, she watched for a few minutes, her face lighted by the candle, earrings flashed a scintillating muted fire….
she then slipped to the door.
Opening it, the enticing figure darted inside.
The candle was extinguished, plunging the building and the area around the window into inky blackness.
He waited, watching in the silence, the only sound was his pulsating heart…
Who would make the next move he pondered?
After about 10 minutes an owl's eerie hooting in the distance finally broke the deafening silence!
On the bird of prey’s second call, he decided that is was an omen…
The next move must be his. and he had precious few minutes left to find out, or leave her, this pretty bird in the bush, with the other one’s jewels he had in hand!
Carefully he retraced his steps, peering again into the widow he watched for some long minutes, but nothing appeared to be moving inside.
He made up his mind, and carefully hiding the leather pouch of jewels behind a small rose bush outside near the door, went to it and flung it open wide.
Rushing inside his eyes searched vainly for the panicked female he was hoping to find inside, cowering at his abrupt entrance.
Nothing…
No Movement what so ever!
Going back to the table he struck a match and relit the still smoking candle.
Lifting it, he held it up…
Nothing moved, no shadows from the feminine figure.
Or any living being for that matter was caste in the flickering light!
Puzzled, he had just started to peek under the bed, but ……
Suddenly the sound of several pebbles sharply striking the glass from the outside, made him jump, despite himself.
Swearing under his breath, taking the candle with him he went out the door and allowed its flame to illuminate the darkness outside.
He saw no one!
Then looking over and down, he realized his leather pouch of jewels was also gone from behind the roses!
Cursing himself for playing the fool, he stood there at the doorway, pondering his next move.
It was then that he felt something sharp stick in his back, and heard female giggling behind him…
From inside the cottage!
The pleased girl than said in a quite satisfactory manner…
“Lilly has gotcha’ now my sweet Gaston!”
The original "great Geysir" (which gave name for the worldwide used word "geyser" as for the type of pulsating hot springs) is in spitting distance but currently dormant. The name Geysir itself is derived from the Icelandic verb geysa which means "to gush".
Shot for Macro Mondays, theme "Four Elements".
This candle flame is fighting against incoming pulsating water drops coming from a dental device called a Water Pick.
We often say that this is the most "paulista" of avenues; the word "paulista" is used for who born in São Paulo.
There is the scene of all the demonstrations here, and when the traffic to there, São Paulo also practically. Looks like it'll have more in next Thursday ...
Well, it is my preferred avenue, I love walking through its wide sidewalks, enjoy the pulsating city, is the financial center of the city as well.
On Sundays she has a bike lane, it's very fun to see entire families riding there. This photo was taken on the call now Cyclists Square, where people can get borrowed bicycles for touring on Sundays.
Everything happens there!!
Murmuration is the flocking behaviour of birds. All the brown and white spots are Sandpipers with a few plovers mixed in. It is memorizing as they sparkle and pulsate while creating shapes over the Bay of Fundy. August 22, 2021
The light can be so beautiful in the morning! I often run outside with my camera tripod ready and my remote to snap a few shots before I leave for school.
Summer is almost here. I feel my heart start to pulsate every time I think of all the magical moments summer can bring and how close I am to creating more. I have been trapped in the same, boring routine for months now and I'm ready to open up my mind, heart, and soul to new beginnings, new people, and new experiences.
Botanical Garden
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, are designed by Pedro Nehring, who is still responsible for the landscaping of Inhotim. Between 2000 and 2004, Luiz Carlos Orsini signed 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.
"The Heartbeat of Stars: What Pulsating Stars Teach Us About Our Place in the Universe"
Close your eyes for a moment. Place your hand on your chest. Feel that? That steady rhythm—your heartbeat—is about 70 beats per minute. It's the soundtrack of your life, marking time from your first moment to your last.
Now imagine a heartbeat that lasts not seconds, but days. Or years. Or mere minutes. Imagine a heart so massive that Earth could fit inside it a million times over. These are the heartbeats of stars—stellar pulsations—and tonight, I want to share with you how listening to these cosmic rhythms has revolutionized our understanding of the universe and our place within it.
The Discovery
My fascination with stellar pulsations began on a cold night during my graduate studies. I was observing what I thought was an ordinary star when I noticed something odd. Over the course of hours, this pinpoint of light was... breathing. Getting brighter, then dimmer, then brighter again, like a lighthouse in the cosmic ocean.
What I didn't realize that night was that I was witnessing something that would transform astronomy: the star was pulsating, expanding, and contracting like a giant spherical lung, and encoded in that rhythm was information about the star's deepest secrets.
The Human Connection
But let me back up. Why should you care about pulsating stars?
Think about how we understand people. We can learn something from appearance—height, approximate age, maybe mood. But to truly know someone, we need to see inside. We need X-rays to see bones, MRIs to see soft tissue, and EKGs to check heart health.
For most of human history, stars were just points of light. We could measure their brightness, their color, even their chemical composition. But their interiors? Complete mysteries. It would be like trying to understand human health by only looking at skin.
That changed with the discovery of stellar pulsations.
Here's the beautiful part: stars that pulsate are essentially ringing like bells. Just as a bell's tone tells you about its size, shape, and what it's made of, a star's pulsation tells us about its interior structure. Stellar pulsations are caused by expansions and contractions in the outer layers as a star seeks to maintain equilibrium under heat and pressure. These fluctuations in the radius cause corresponding changes in the luminosity of the star.
Let me play you something.
What you're hearing is real data from a pulsating star, sped up about a million times.
Each star has its own voice, its own cosmic fingerprint. And by listening carefully, we can determine incredible things: How massive is the star? How old? What's happening in its core where temperatures reach millions of degrees?
We call ourselves asteroseismologists—star seismologists. Just as seismologists use earthquakes to map Earth's interior, we use these stellar vibrations to peer inside stars. It's like doing an ultrasound on a star 100 light-years away.
And here's where it gets mind-blowing. Some stars pulsate in dozens, even hundreds of different modes simultaneously. Imagine a bell ringing with 100 different tones at once, each tone telling us about a different layer of the star.
Using just the light from these stars—photons that traveled for centuries across space—we can measure the size of a star's core to within 1%. We can detect magnetic fields buried deep inside. We can even measure how fast different layers rotate, like cosmic MRI scans.
The game-changer came with space telescopes. From space, without Earth's atmosphere interfering, we could detect pulsations so subtle they change a star's brightness by just a few parts per million. That's like detecting the light change when someone 3,000 miles away lights a single candle.
Suddenly, we weren't studying dozens of pulsating stars. We were studying thousands. Then tens of thousands. Each one a laboratory for understanding stellar physics.
Let me share three discoveries:
First: We discovered that stars have birthmarks. By measuring pulsations in young star clusters, we found that stars remember the conditions of their birth billions of years later. The turbulence of their stellar nursery is frozen into their pulsation patterns like a cosmic fingerprint.
Second: We caught stars in the act of dying.
When stars like our Sun age, they develop what I call "stellar dementia"—their cores become incredibly dense while their outer layers expand enormously. We discovered that in these dying stars, the core spins 10 times faster than the surface. Imagine Earth's core completing a full rotation while the surface has only moved from morning to noon.
Third: We solved a cosmic mystery that plagued Einstein himself—
How do we measure the universe? For decades, astronomers argued about cosmic distances. Were galaxies millions or billions of light-years away? Einstein couldn't complete his cosmological models without knowing.
Pulsating stars called Cepheids became our cosmic measuring tape. Their pulsation periods directly relate to their true brightness. By comparing how bright they appear to how bright they actually are, we can measure distances across the universe. These stellar heartbeats helped us discover that the universe is expanding, and even more shocking—that expansion is accelerating.
But here's the moment that changed everything for me personally. Five years ago, we pointed our instruments at the most important star of all—our Sun. And we heard it singing.
The Sun pulsates too, just very gently. And hidden in those tiny pulsations, we made a disturbing discovery. The Sun's core—where nuclear fusion creates the energy that keeps us alive—is rotating more slowly than our models predicted. Much slower.
This tiny detail, discovered through stellar pulsations, forced us to rewrite our understanding of how stars transport energy and angular momentum. If we were wrong about our own star, what else had we missed?
This brings me to why stellar pulsations matter to all of us. Stars aren't just distant lights—they're our cosmic ancestors. Every atom in your body, except hydrogen, was forged inside a star. The calcium in your bones, the iron in your blood, the oxygen you're breathing right now—all of it was created in stellar cores and distributed through the universe when those stars died.
By studying stellar pulsations, we're not just doing abstract science. We're reading our family history. We're understanding how the universe created the conditions for us to exist.
But here's the twist that nobody saw coming. The mathematical techniques we developed to analyze stellar pulsations? They're now being used in medicine. The same algorithms that decode a star's interior are helping doctors detect heart irregularities earlier. The same physics that explains why stars pulsate is improving ultrasound imaging.
We reached for the stars and ended up helping humanity in ways we never imagined.
We're now on the verge of something extraordinary. New telescopes coming online will let us detect pulsations in stars across our entire galaxy. We'll go from studying thousands of stars to millions. It's like going from hearing a solo violin to experiencing a full cosmic symphony.
And hidden in that symphony are answers to humanity.
And hidden in that symphony are answers to humanity's deepest questions: How do stars create the elements of life? Are we alone? How much time does our Sun have left?
But more than that, stellar pulsations teach us something profound about existence itself. Everything in the universe—from the smallest atom to the largest star—vibrates. Oscillates. Pulses. We are part of a cosmic rhythm that's been playing for 13.8 billion years.
Remember that heartbeat you felt at the beginning? Here's the beautiful truth: You are more connected to the stars than you ever imagined. Not just because you're made of star stuff, but because you pulse with the same fundamental physics that makes stars breathe.
Your heartbeat, roughly once per second.
The Sun's gentle oscillation occurs once every five minutes.
A Cepheid variable's pulsation occurs once every few days.
Different scales, same cosmic dance.
So tonight, when you walk outside, I want you to look up. Those points of light aren't static. They're alive with motion, ringing with vibrations that carry the secrets of the universe. And now you know how to listen.
Every time you feel your pulse, remember: you're feeling an echo of the same forces that make stars shine and galaxies form. You're not just in the universe—you ARE the universe, contemplating itself.
We started as a species looking up at the stars and making up stories about heroes and monsters. Now, we listen to their heartbeats and decode their life stories. We've become the universe's physicians, taking its pulse, monitoring its health, understanding its future.
And in learning to hear the heartbeat of stars, we've discovered something magnificent:
The universe isn't just vast and cold and empty. It's alive. It pulses. It breathes.
And so do you.
When I first laid eyes upon Stellagraphics intriguing rendering, to my minds eye, it decidedly spoke out. The play of shadows, aire of mystery, and expectant look upon the muse’s face, all appeared to be waiting for the story to continue.
So boldly I asked for permission to continue it, and ever so sweetly, it was granted….
This is my version of how that story may have all played out….
A most intriguing affair
Once again pursuing quest, outside a fancy dress affair he accordingly peaked,
Prickling elegance beheld, slithering opportunities to quell, ‘is masked eyes piqued.
Hither to and fro, into every nook and cranny, his devils’ gaze cannily sneaked,
Unabashed, unashamed, contrived of whimsy, which he impudently cheek’d!
Intrigued eyes followed leisurely thrills, windows wills then eagerly hopscotched,
Wiley unbeknownst, from covert sills, guests acts were closely being watched.
With blissful self-narration, ghostly figure held adoration, avenues of plots be-hatched,
Dreams of acquiring riches within, tempting sins, laid out just wishing to be grasped!
Whence, startl’d from above, fluttering drifting love, held him wincingly check’d,
Magnificence belle, vision’d onto an upstairs landing above, had most carefully crept.
Tantalizing sparkles of uncanny beauty, goddess soulfully down a stairway swept,
Glittering muse whose winsome charms chilled, as shiny heels so elegantly stepped!
Reaching bottom, she observed around, innocently perennial, making one fey’d,
Begowned , beguiling, Jewels tantalizing in eruption, like a fireworks colourfuly display’d.
Soon was swarmed, series of mock suitors born, nobly led nymph unabashedly astray’d
She was wined and danced, teasingly, swirlingly, seemingly magically fairy tale’d away!
Captivating, bewitching, intriguingly, before her willful suitors she soon would be shed,
Blue blushed eyes, darting thither and fro, with her enticed clad figure, his heart, then fled.
Being pulsating as the wriggling Pygmalion, eluding out into a garden , willfully daintily tread,
whilst melting into hedges fellow shadows , a dark pursuing figure, also began to silently thread!
Tightly sheathed, she stood away, purely in a rose’s fragrance did one joyously partake,
Desires’ progress, treading ever so carefully, to her pall, scoundrel did silently overtake.
Creasingly fitted satin and lace, bending happily, whilst bringing sweetness yon lovely face,
Ever a portrait of endearing grace, thus sweet victim posed, innocently in an unwary place!
Swiftly a black mask’d form, moves out from lurking hedges, found lying off stages’ wing,
Dark figures’ intentions yet unknown, possibly menacing, tis this seemingly regal false king.
Sensing, sprite turns, stares upon face of masked masculine figure, with finger to shushing lips,
Curiously smiling, she copies and mirrors newcomers request, eyes reflecting accord to his scripts!
Twirling, she lures him down off the beaten path, into yon wooded hollow, glows with candles lit,
Her shiny beacon he follows, lures and attractions beckon, caution now deserted , loss of all wit.
Reaching hollows flickering center, she swirls to impishly face her familiar, mephistophelean consort,
Purposefully approaching, eagerly unabashed , with no recourse, he with willing winsome, casts resort.
Husband faces wife, lifts her necklace up in daring strife, whilst eyeing a most suggestive gleam,
Wife foxily faces husband, helplessly brigand I’m your grasp, ‘ur intentions ‘r strip one totally clean?
With feigned acquiescence, charted actions carried out, as the faux King checkmates to his queen,
The action cuts puritanically away, as our couples final curtain sways, deliciously upon their scene!
jumble of cars, walkers, gawkers,
jet trailing a hymn of fire overhead,
city of broad-shoulders, hog-butchers,
teeming masses, twilit hour and stillness
not an option, air pulsating, color wafts,
theaters empty, clubs fill, jazz rifts along
the street, sleep not an option, hey bro
can you spare some change, half-wasted
bum in back seat next to the baby as sirens
wail for sailors adrift from the Navy yard
and girls dance in dark caverns, smokers
and shooters in alleys drift off, eyes gleaming,
hustlers slouched in shadows gaze sullenly,
night in the city of desire and secrets and
fallen angels, hieroglyphs in the trash,
handful of stars appearing among towers
lighting up against night, brushstrokes
of cloud, cacophony and rhapsody, city--
invisible city, within a waking dream.
--M deO
The Bridge of Peace, Tbilisi, Georgia.
Relatively newly constructed the Bridge of Peace is definitely the attraction one wouldn’t want to miss in Tbilisi. It is a pedestrian glass and steel bridge in a bow-shaped design that sits over the Mtkvari (Kura) river in Georgian capital. It was officially opened in May 2010. The bridge was brought to Georgia from Italy in 200 unassembled components. The bridge is 156 meters long and has more than 10 000 LED bulbs built-in, that are switched on daily 90 minutes before the sunset.
The pulsating lights are communicating the message in Morse code; the message says chemical elements from the Mendeleev’s periodic table that make up a human body. The idea of the Italian designer Michele De Lucchi was to broadcast the message which is “the anthem of life and piece among people and nations”.
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He is diagnosed with excessive passion and free expression
His outlawed emotions are inefficient
Even dangerous
Subjecting him to moods and contemplations
To over- question his conditions
stirring confusion and dissent
Imbalancing the strict heirarchy
Mandated mechanical obedience
Forced slogans of compliance
Daily tyranny and surveillance
Secures sufficient productivity
So the collective survives
If each one performs their duty well
But who can tame a poet?
His transcendent tendency
Stokes a constant fire
So abstract and real
That all the cruelties
And punishments
Cannot eject the heart
With a faith so indomitable
He understands inevitablility
Beyond beginning and end
Anchored in the Ideal
When poets in their weeping
Call sleeping worlds to ecstasy
He knows that every creation
pulsates in One Vibration
Dusted with the same Mindstuff
Shimmering in the same Light
Of every sun and star
Calling homeward all forms
Painful centuries pass…
The glitch oocurs and overrides the system
Defragging the artificial from the intelligence
Through the hardest rocky cliff a tiny bud emerges
A teardrop wets the cheek of the relentless poet
Consciousness floods the data load
Revealing one undeniable Truth:
There is no You and I
GF May 30,2022
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,
Auroral streamers or rays rather than curtains as part of the pulsating phase of the great equinox display of Northern Lights on March 23, 2023. The rays have a strong vertical structure from precipitating electrons but were pulsing off and on rather than rippling. While the predominent colour is green, there is a lot of red and magenta mixed in. The rays are converging upward to the magnetic zenith. This is looking east over my house.
This is a single 2.5-second exposure with the Venus Optics 15mm lens at f/2 and the Canon R6 at ISO 1600. Taken from home in southern Alberta.
The faint sizzle of the rushing water whispers the secrets of time, as sparkling drops slide down ancient mossy stones, like crystalline tears cascading down the face of a silent rock that has witnessed centuries of stories. Young greenery clings to the sides of the winding waterfall, a bold life pulsating amidst the harshness of the stone and the coldness of the water.Here, where the stillness of the rock meets the abundance of life, the soul feels liberated, as if it were part of this silent dramatic painting, contemplating the majesty of nature and its eternal capacity for creativity and beauty.
I used to think that big cities were a collection of people, all of whom, existed in their own little parallel universes. Photography has taught me to see things a little differently. Now when I look at a large urban scene, full of people hustling and bustling with frenzied activity, I see the sum of the parts as being part of a much larger organism--a living creature that embodies all the buildings, streets, signs, cars, and people in a huge pulsating mass of energy. How about that?
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This 2002 image of Jupiter shows concentrations of auroral X-rays near the north and south magnetic poles. While Chandra observed Jupiter for its entire 10-hour rotation, the northern auroral X-rays were discovered to be due to a single 'hot spot' that pulsates with a period of 45 minutes, similar to high-latitude radio pulsations previously detected by NASA's Galileo and Cassini spacecraft.
Although there had been prior detections of X-rays from Jupiter with other X-ray telescopes, no one expected that the sources of the X-rays would be located so near the poles. The X-rays are thought to be produced by energetic oxygen and sulfur ions that are trapped in Jupiter's magnetic field and crash into its atmosphere. Before Chandra's observations, the favored theory held that the ions were mostly coming from regions close to the orbit of Jupiter's moon, Io.
Image credit: NASA/Goddard/University of Arizona/Lockheed Martin
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Jupiter's intense northern and southern lights, or auroras, behave independently of each other according to a new study using NASA's Chandra X-ray and ESA's XMM-Newton observatories. Using XMM-Newton and Chandra X-ray observations from March 2007 and May and June 2016, a team of researchers produced maps of Jupiter's X-ray emissions (shown in inset) and identified an X-ray hot spot at each pole. Each hot spot can cover an area equal to about half the surface of the Earth.
The team found that the hot spots had very different characteristics. The X-ray emission at Jupiter's south pole consistently pulsed every 11 minutes, but the X-rays seen from the north pole were erratic, increasing and decreasing in brightness — seemingly independent of the emission from the south pole. This makes Jupiter particularly puzzling. X-ray auroras have never been detected from our Solar System's other gas giants, including Saturn. Jupiter is also unlike Earth, where the auroras on our planet's north and south poles generally mirror each other because the magnetic fields are similar.
Image credit: X-ray: NASA/CXC/UCL/W.Dunn et al, Optical: South Pole:Credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS/Gerald Eichstädt /Seán Doran North Pole Credit:NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS
In the "Harmony of Abstraction" series, the innovative digital artist Adrian Clarke reinterprets Vasily Kandinsky's groundbreaking approach to abstract art. Clarke views art as a symphony of colors and shapes that resonate with the viewer's inner emotions and thoughts. His work pays homage to Kandinsky's ability to compose images that capture the essence of music and transform it into a visual form. With a modern twist, Clarke introduces AI into the equation, allowing algorithms to harmonize with human intuition to create works pulsating with life and dynamism.
Poem:
Upon the digital stage, a vision casts,
A myriad of colors, contrasts.
Shapes that sing a silent song,
A visual symphony, bold and strong.
AI's hand, guided by past muse,
Kandinsky's echoes, in pixels fuse.
Abstract forms in vibrant play,
Compose the heart's unspoken ballet.
In virtual spaces, art is born,
From binary depths, a new dawn.
Each stroke, a note in a grander scheme,
A canvas that holds the digital dream.
Haiku:
Shapes and hues entwine,
A digital dance divine,
Art's new frontier shines.
These works celebrate the past and probe into the future, exploring and blurring the boundaries between traditional art and new technology.
Ganga Aarti is a spectacular evening ceremony that takes place everyday at the Dashashwamedh Ghat in Varanasi (India) at the bank of the holy river Ganga. This ceremony is attended by thousands of visitors everyday and considered as one of the most colourful event of India.
A group of young priests dressed up with silky robes conduct this ceremony. The Aarti (puja offerings) starts with the chanting of hymns and prayers in the praise of the Holy River. After that, the priests perform different offerings in choreographed manner from their respective platforms which include - blowing of conch shells, burning of incense sticks and waving them in an elaborate synchronized manner in all the directions with their right hand, while ringing the ceremonial prayer bell with the left hand, circular waving of large multi-tiered oil lamps and a big brass camphor lamp, with a dramatic snake hood in clockwise directions, to and fro in a synchronized manner, and waving of the Peacock’s feather and Yak-tail fan in similar choreographed manner. The priests end the ceremony by pouring a bowl of water into the river. Upon which, the devotees let go of thousands of small oil lamps with flowers on a leaf to float on the river that would look like numerous stars on the water.
The whole ceremony is a spectacle of sound and colour and takes around 45 minutes. The devotional chanting, the pulsating sound of ceremonial bells, gongs and drums, the circular waving of large lamps, the heavy air from the burning incense, the floating floral lamps, all create a magical, enchanted atmosphere that makes for a dramatic sensory experience well worth experiencing.
Images of India
Commentary.
The endless swathes of imperial Scots Pine.
Exquisite , calm waters of Loch Beinn á Mheadhoin and Affric,
convoluted by dips, hollows, bays and enchanting fresh-water islands.
Lofty, imposing peaks of Càrn Eighe, Màm Sodhail and Sgùrr na Lapaich, often snow-capped, well into April, and even May.
A glen of pulsating life.
From Wood-Ants and Dragon-Fly to Salmon and Trout.
From Red Deer and Golden Eagle to Wood-Cock and Wildcat.
Iconic, momentous, overwhelming, breath-taking in early morning mists, under winter snow or in colourful Autumn garb.
In Spring when Broom and Gorse smother slopes in dazzling yellow flower to Summer when green dominates and life buzzes with a frenzy.
As here, in Autumn, when the sun falls earlier behind the West Coast peaks, the tranquil, golden reflections of peaks, forest and island create a sumptuous vision of utter peace, serenity and prodigious beauty.
Beyond doubt, this glen has a mystical magic beyond my powers of description.
If you ever go there, and catch it in a more convivial mood,
you will never forget it, never regret it and you will surely return.
It really is a little bit of heaven……paradise.
I know nowhere quite like it.
Once smitten, the love affair
is likely to be eternal!
Poem.
A silhouetted, rapier-like peninsula piercing the radiant splendour of a pewter-grey sea.
Domed islands capped by the heavenly spokes of a setting-sun.
Timeless beauty.
Silence, but for the distant scream of a gull and the gentle, pulsating whistle of an oyster-catcher.
Sky, rock, sand, light and sea uniquely combine
to produce a glimpse inside heaven’s door.
Don’t yearn for heaven.
Look around.
It’s already here!
Kohoutek 1-16 (K 1-16) is a planetary nebula in the constellation Draco. It has very low surface brightness, and is around 7,000 light year from Earth.
It's central progenitor star is a very hot (over 80,000 K) pulsating variable white dwarf called DS Dra. The dominant pulsating period is 28.3 minutes.
The nebula has a diameter of 1.6 arcmin.
Immediately below, and very slightly offset to the left of K1-16 is a bright (14th mag) blue star which is quasar KUV 18217+6419, one of the brightest objects of this type in the sky. It is around 3.4 billion light years away.
Image captured on my remote dual rig at Fregenal de la Sierra in Spain between 6 March and 19 April 2022.
Scopes: APM TMB LZOS 152 Refractors
Cameras: QSI6120wsg8
Mounts: 10Micron GM2000 HPS
A total of 51 hours 55 minutes image capture (HaOIIIRGB)
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Picture of my project “The Path to yourself."
..The perfect silence made my heart pulsate like powerful hits on an anvil. The hands as warm as a blazing fire and the neck so rigid like a tribe. It did not feel bad, quite the contrary, it felt like new born.
>> Because as we know, every way has got a beginning and an end <<
When I had this thought I did not care how long it will take or how long the road may be. Someday I'll be at this end. The end of my own perfection.
Optimism was in high swing but something is missing, but what?
On the legs, locate the destination and find hope I make myself continue on the path of my perfection ..
To be continued ..
By the fall
René Silbernagel
Commentary.
The endless swathes of imperial Scots Pine.
Exquisite , calm waters of Loch Beinn á Mheadhoin and Affric,
convoluted by dips, hollows, bays and enchanting fresh-water islands.
Lofty, imposing peaks of Càrn Eighe, Màm Sodhail and Sgùrr na Lapaich, often snow-capped, well into April, and even May.
A glen of pulsating life.
From Wood-Ants and Dragon-Fly
to Salmon and Trout.
From Red Deer and Golden Eagle
to Wood-Cock and Wildcat.
Iconic, momentous, overwhelming, breath-taking in early morning mists, under winter snow or in colourful Autumn garb.
In Spring when Broom and Gorse smother slopes in dazzling yellow flower to Summer when green dominates and life buzzes with a frenzy.
As here, in Autumn, when the sun falls earlier behind the West Coast peaks, the tranquil, golden reflections of peaks, forest and island create a sumptuous vision of utter peace,
serenity and prodigious beauty.
Beyond doubt, this glen has a mystical magic beyond my powers of description.
If you ever go there, and catch it in a more convivial mood,
you will never forget it, never regret it
and you will surely return.
It really is a little bit of heaven……paradise.
I know nowhere quite like it.
Once smitten, the love affair
is likely to be eternal!
"São Luiz do Paraitinga - SP; a História pulsando", 03 fotos. Usei a Canon 6D, objetiva EF 28x135 mm.
"São Luiz do Paraitinga - SP; History pulsating", 03 photos. I used the Canon 6D, EF 28x135mm lens.
Todos os direitos reservados para Vivaldo Armelin Júnior.
Fairly common in wetland habitats from damp meadows to saltmarshes. Mostly inconspicuous, feeding in muddy ground by probing with its very long bill, usually near reeds or other grassy cover. Often not seen until flushed, when usually rises from fairly close range with rough rasping call. Breeding birds are more conspicuous, perching on fence posts. Note cryptic, stripy plumage, very long bill. In Asia and Australasia, beware of extremely similar Pin-tailed, Swinhoe's, and Latham's Snipes, all of which lack the white trailing edge of Common and have a slower, less erratic flight. In display flight, birds stoop from high overhead and produce a pulsating, bleating sound from air passing through their fanned tail. eBird
Last nights aurora was dancing like crazy. I decided to pull out the 50mm to capture some of the aurora curtains as they pulsated over head. www.brettabernethy.com
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Day 7
Last night was a full moon, and in obscure midnight hours, I was inspired to write a poem about it:
Over dark peaks, the full moon does rise
Silhouettes of pines sway as a night wind sighs
The moon walks its path across the night skies
All the long cold night, glaring brightly in my eyes
I had to hide from the moon in my sleeping bag, since I am not using a tent.
…
Again, I photographed sunrise in the quiet dawn. I started from the southeastern shore near the outflow creek watching the first hint of pink light on the peak slowly decent to touch the glacial remnant. For most of the light’s trek down to the lake the progress was slow, but at a certain moment it speeds up and the whole opposite shore lights up all at once. I spent most of the sunrise by the outflow creek, but as soon as the sun light reached heavily forested northwestern shore I moved over there and liked my options much more. (1)
Today’s plan is to climb the ridge to the north, follow it along its spine, then cross over and drop down to a rock-ringed glacial tarn nestled in a moraine field—and maybe check out Ramona Lake. Since I would be retracing my steps tomorrow, I figured I would do a gear drop and leave behind things that I would not need. I would bring just enough food for two days, even though I only needed one day’s worth, plus my sleeping gear, jacket, water, and camera equipment. Everything else could stay here, hidden in a safe place.
After reorganizing my pack and stashing my gear, I made breakfast and ate beside the lake, surrounded by grasses swaying in the wind.
While eating, I contemplated the day's plan. On the climb to the upper lake yesterday, the tedious talus was not something I would want to tackle with a pack on, and yet today’s plan would require just that—and I would need to climb up even higher than I had yesterday. I think it is best that I save it for another trip when I have someone else with me in case something goes wrong. Instead, I decided to follow the trail down to the river and the main trail, then start making my way back to Piute Pass. Along the way there is a lake where I may want to spend the night.
So, I repacked my pack, finished charging up some batteries, and began hiking down the steep trail into the canyon.
At the bottom was the river, and just on the other side was the main trail. The last time I was here, back in 2019, the mosquitoes made it impossible to stop and take a break. This time, there was not a single one. Down here, the forest is thickest, and tall pines blocked out the sun. Following this trail south is a slow and steady climb the whole way.
After a couple of miles, I finally saw the first person I had seen in five days. We chatted for a little bit and then continued going our separate ways.
I passed several other hikers, soaked my feet in a creek, and climbed above the treeline into the treeless Humphreys Basin. Here, I had a 360° view of all the surrounding peaks, including Pilot Knob, Mount Humphreys, Mount Emerson, Muriel, and the entirety of the glacial divide that I had just finished exploring.
In front of me, I could see Piute Pass, but that was not my destination. Instead, off to my right, to the west, along Piute Creek, was a small lake with a grassy island in the middle. I left the trail and made my way to that unnamed lake.
The wind was intense, and the afternoon sun harsh out here in the open. Only a few small, crooked, windswept pines grew along the small lake’s shore. I found one that provided shelter from the wind and sun.
Not only did this pine give protection to me, but also to a flock of small, black-headed songbirds that twittered in and amongst the thick branches. In the relative calm between the big gusts of wind, they exploded from it, swarming around me as they hunted the tiny gnats that floated in black clouds, pulsating in the air currents.
That evening, for sunset, I explored around the western shore of the lake, looking for a good foreground so I could photograph Mount Humphreys and Mount Emerson in the beautiful pink glow that would soon adorn them. (2) Out here, away from the tree, the wind was cold and relentless—a single, continuous, strong gust. (if you watch the video of today on my YouTube Channel you can see on the Timelapse of this sunset the GoPro shaking from the wind. youtu.be/m0W5pD0WrUM?si=UjSjb8u5eKTC0ayc) Once the light faded, I made my way back to the shelter of the tree where I was going to spend the night.
Here, on its leeward side, I was able to finally warm myself up. Up the canyon to the north, the peaks and ridges of the Gemini and Seven Gables region appeared blue and purple in their own shadows, complementing the pale orange sky behind them. (3)
Not too long after, the last of the light faded, and Venus appeared, floating on deep red wisps of distant smoke. (4)
I watched the almost full moon rise from the warmth of my sleeping bag, its reflection shimmering in the turbulent, wind-blown waters of the lake.
Well I got to the Memorial Gardens for just after nine this morning and there were already a good half dozen Common Darters in the final stages of emergence, but I did find this pretty little lady that was mid emergence, so I got a load of shots of her hanging out of her exuviae, I even got a couple of shots of her pulling herself out of her exuviae. It was quite tricky as she was on the wrong side of the wall of the fountain and just above the water line, I must have looked a right nutter leaning over the wall of the fountain, camera in hand and arm in water LOL :o)
Then I thought, hey lets try a handheld focus stack, so here it is a 34 image natural light focus stack using F/9 and ISO 500 in bright natural light, I was averaging a shutter speed of !/800. This took ages to edit though, the main reason was she was starting to pulsate, if you watch a Dragonfly pumping up its wings and abdomen you can see it pulsating or if you will pumping to inflate those wings. So this caused quite a few movement problems, she was also nodding that head quite a bit as well :o)
The white strands you can see were used to connect the developing Dragonflies spiracles to the gills in the tail end of the exuviae/nymph, Dragonfly nymphs breath through these tail end gills under water and when they emerge the tubes that connect the gills to the spiracles stretch and eventually break off allowing the Dragonfly to be able to start breathing directly through its spiracles. (I think that's right)
Anyway, quite pleased with the results, this is a female by the way starting her new life :o)
My last video is here :o)
www.flickr.com/photos/odonataman/9472398924/in/photostream/
actual emergence video here :-
www.flickr.com/photos/odonataman/9509318393/in/photostream/
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