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He is not in the Hundred Acre Wood
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Un clocher
Un arbre
Un Homme
LACPIXEL - 2023
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The tree, or not the tree, that is the question ...
Ёлка или не ёлка, вот в чём вопрос.
Поздравляю со Старым Новым Годом!
The two white marks on the left hind wing of the question mark butterfly really do resemble a question mark. The undersides of question mark butterfly's wings resemble dead leaves.
~ In my front garden.
♫ Mood ~ Shinedown - Simple Man
See No Evil
by Billy Collins
No one expected all three of them
to sit there on their tree stumps forever,
their senses covered with their sinuous paws
so as to shut out the vile, nefarious world.
As it happened,
it was the one on the left
who was the first to desert his post,
uncupping his ears,
then loping off into the orbit of rumors and lies,
but also into the realm of symphonies,
the sound of water tumbling over rocks
and wind stirring the leafy domes of trees.
Then the monkey on the right lowered his hands
from his wide mouth and slipped away
in search of someone to talk to,
some news he could spread,
maybe something to curse or shout about.
And that left the monkey in the middle
alone with his silent vigil,
shielding his eyes from depravity's spectacle,
blind to the man whipping his horse,
the woman shaking her baby in the air,
but also unable to see
the russet sun on a rough shelf of rock
and apples in the grass at the base of a tree.
Sometimes, he wonders about the other two,
listens for the faint sounds of their breathing
up there on the mantel
alongside the clock and the candlesticks.
And some nights in the quiet house
he wishes he could break the silence with a question,
but he knows the one on his right
would not be able to hear,
and the one to his left,
according to their sacred oath--
the one they all took with one paw raised--
is forbidden forever to speak, even in reply.
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My attempt at the "Macro Mondays" theme "On Top"
According to the definition of this weeks theme there have to be two things, which "must be different kinds of things". That raises the question:
Is a raisin something different from a grape?
Is the chicken different from the egg?
Is anything even real? Is this philosophy?
(Okay, at least we know the answer to the last question is "NO, get lost!" 😂)
Shot with an Enna "Lithagon 35 mm F 3.5" lens on a Canon EOS R5.
(Tunisie) - Les îles Kerkennah ont longtemps été un petit paradis dont les habitants vivaient de la pêche et du tourisme. Mais depuis 2018 le paradis est devenu l’une des portes de l’enfer. Les migrants qui souhaitent gagner l’Italie, utilisent les ports du petit archipel tunisien pour rejoindre l’île de Lampedusa en Italie. Certains pêcheurs locaux se sont reconvertis en passeurs, activité lucrative dans un pays cruellement touché par le chômage.
D’autres, qui pour des questions morales, préfèrent continuer à gagner leur vie avec la pêche, remontent de nombreux cadavres dans leurs filets les lendemains de tempêtes.
La photo ci-dessus a été prise en 1996 dans le port de Kraten époque bénie où seuls les poissons se prenaient dans les filets.
Leica M6, 35 mm Summicron, HP5+
Négatif numérisé avec un Nikon D750
The port of Kraten has become the gate of hell
(Tunisia) - The Kerkennah Islands have long been a small paradise whose inhabitants lived off fishing and tourism. But since 2018 paradise has become one of the gates of hell. Migrants wishing to reach Italy use the ports of the small Tunisian archipelago to reach the island of Lampedusa in Italy. Some local fishermen have become smugglers, a lucrative activity in a country severely affected by unemployment.
Others, who for moral reasons, prefer to continue to earn their living with fishing, bring up many corpses in their nets the day after storms.
The photo above was taken in 1996 in the port of Kraten, a blessed time when only the fish were caught in the nets.
Leica M6, 35 mm Summicron, HP5+
Negative scanned with a Nikon D750
This is a first for me. A Question Mark Butterfly. It was closed when I first saw it. I knew it was something I'd never seen before because of its shape. Then it opened its wings! Lovely!
Il posteggio in questione si raggiunge facilmente in quanto è accessibile attraverso una strada asfaltata panoramica, in alcuni tratti un po’ stretta, che conduce alla tomba di giganti di Is Concias e alla cascata di Sa Spendula de Axedu. Da questo punto è possibile spaziare lo sguardo verso una buona parte della costa sarda meridionale e dell’agglomerato urbano formato da Cagliari e dai centri del suo hinterland.
2 mois de confinement résumés en 3 minutes
Valentin Vander ("Symphonie confinée") au chant et Clémence au piano
Si guarda,
si gode,
si interroga su quello che chiamiamo bellezza o siamo come quei geni che con una pennellata si produce opere che non saranno mai guardate da nessuno!
We stop
We look
We enjoy
We question on what we call beauty, or are we like those genious who with a brush produces pieces of art that will never be taken into consideration by the passerby.
Have a great monday everyone, buon lunedi a tutti.
Oggi, 4 giugno, Giornata Internazionale per i bambini innocenti, vittime di aggressioni.
Fu istituita nel 1982 dall' Assemblea generale delle Nazioni Unite durante un seminario speciale sulla questione della Palestina (!) , nel corso della quale emerse in tutta la sua drammaticità il numero di vittime della violenza bellica.
Ricordiamo in questo giorno gli enormi danni e sofferenze causati ai bambini attraverso le varie forme di violenza, in tutto il mondo, per promuovere una cultura di pace, per il rispetto dei diritti umani.
I bambini sono le vere vittime, le più innocenti ed indifese dei vari abusi non solo fisici, ma anche mentali ed emotivi. Abusi nella famiglia innanzitutto.
I bambini, i giovani, sono anche i grandi dimenticati dalla società, che si ricorda di loro spesso per trarne un profitto economico o sfruttarli, nei Paesi più poveri.
E poi la guerra... Enorme sofferenza che li priva, oltre che della vita, di un futuro, degli affetti, dei loro diritti. Guerra che talvolta è camuffata col nome di pace o in nome di un presunto progresso.
'... Abolire la guerra è l' unica speranza per l'uomo...'
( Discorso di Gino Strada, per la consegna del 'Right Livelihood Award nel 2015).
Molte sono le Giornate mondiali contro la violenza, a favore dei bambini, ma sembra che nulla cambi.
Sono già 261 i bambini uccisi dalla guerra
in Ucraina, e ogni giorno 2 bambini muoiono sotto i bombardamenti, e circa 4 sono feriti.
Circa 15.000 I bambini morti in Afghanistan da inizio anno per malnutrizione e stenti.
Ci sarebbero tanti altri dati da cercare. Bambini morti nelle varie guerre, bambini affogati in acqua o uccisi dal freddo alle frontiere....
Bambini soldato che non sono più bambini...
Loro ci guardano.
They are looking at us
International Day for innocent children, victims of aggression
A lot of questions have been asked. And just a few answers. The answer may has been said, but we didn't realize it. Watch carefuly for it, it may come from the most unlikely place, from the light or from the shadow. Or be ignorant and just don't ask. It makes your life easier, but...
Toronto, Ont
The CN Tower (on the left ) is the tallest free-standing structure on land in the Western Hemisphere.
La tour CN (à gauche) est la plus haute structure autoportante sur terre dans l'hémisphère occidental.
♥ Information making me question
Our relation to the nation
All religion, supersonic
My existence, you can't resist us
Clearly, I find myself living inside a shelf
All of these pages can't help
Got all my introspect, mirrors, they don't reflect
All of the things that we do...♥
ces questions métaphysiques, ce n'est plus de mon âge, se lamenta-t-il en pouffant de rire, un rire amer,
au fil du blog Éléments du monde ordinaire vous trouverez en contrepoint de quoi lire et imaginer ou bâiller,
and for those of you who do not speak French, Francis J. recommends that you use DeepL to get his texts translated into the language of your choice.
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I got a question on my last lemon upload if I didn't photograph them with some turquoise background. I did and this is the result. ;) Happy Tuesday everyone!
That was the question I was asked because I was using my long lens on a popular trail. If I am using such a big piece of equipment, surely I see something interesting off in the distance. They didn't know how to react to my response - "A mountain bluebird in that dead tree".
People generally don't go to Yellowstone for the birds and they certainly don't do so when walking to the lookout for the Grand Prismatic Spring. But being from the east, I couldn't pass on the opportunity to catch an image of these lovely birds, especially if I got lucky to get one to land in the pine tree with orange-red needles.
A rare opportunity to ask questions from the team. They look eager to help, don`t they?
(I have no idea if I am allowed to use SL Logo like this? Hopefully someone corrects me if I have broken some rules)
Karl Barth once said that Christian doctrine is truthful only to the extent that it ‘points beyond itself and summons us to hear not itself, but [Christ].’ 17 The Christian tradition, in Williams’ view, is the extension through time of that act of self-dispossessing witness. Tradition is a theological reality. It is not meant to answer all our questions; its aim is to point beyond itself, to formalize its own unfinishedness, to hold open a space for new encounters with what Flannery O’ Connor called God’s ‘dark and disruptive’ grace. 18 Tradition keeps the church in contact with its own traumatic origins: the dark grace of an empty tomb.
---Christ the Stranger: The Theology of Rowan Williams, by Benjamin Myers, pg 48
Is it interesting or is it ugly or is it both ... or something else?
My friend moved from a place with an amazing seaside view to a cute little cottage in suburban Wellington. Towering over his lovely garden is this beast of a building.
Steve is such an amazing positive dude and he loves his new abode. I'm not sure what he thinks of this behemoth but I'm sure he would see the beauty in it. What absolutely astounds me is that an architect would put big concrete walls with few windows on a pretty much north facing wall. I think they used to call it progress, not sure what they call it now!
I do like the of agapanthus flowers that line the fence however they're considered a pest in New Zealand as they grow so prolifically and drown out any natives that are generally slower growing.
Have a wonderful weekend my dear flickr friends :)