Existential - Picturing the questions {and vice versa}
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There 's nothing like cool temperatures and fresh air to raise the spirits. during my forays to the Alabama Hills the temperature can get up into the 100's and when they do, this is where I seek refuge. At around 9000 ft in elevation the difference in temperature is about 15 degrees and there nothing better the a fine mist that floats away from the falls right onto your weary soul.
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Smile on Saturday: La vie en rose
in the eyes of a cat I read a dumb question: why did you come?.in the wasteland the only stone that has heated up during the day and on it sits a nice cat..I am often asked why I like cats? A cat is a symbol of freedom and independence. They rarely show aggression. They are our doctors. They are just very, very cute:)
We do not always see what is before our face -
sometimes we see what we hope to see,
or fear we will see.
Quote - Jonathan Lockwood Huie
The question is what do you see ;-))
Ian Van Dahl - Castles In The Sky (10 Element Deep Remix 2016) Have this tune on^^
Do you ever question your Life?
Do you ever wonder why?
Do you ever see in your dreams,
all the castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why, do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why, all the castles way up high.
Please tell me why, do we build castles in the sky?
Oh tell me why, all the castles way up high.
Pic taken at Mulholland Highway SL
So what is the answer 2 the question of u
What do I look 4, what shall I do? Which way do I turn when I'm feeling lost?
If I sell my soul, now what will it cost? Must I become naked? No image at all? Shall I remain upright? Or get down and crawl?
All of the questions in my life will be answered. When I decide which road 2 choose
What is the answer 2 the ? of U
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.
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Caught this girl in a moment of what looked like quiet reflection, and it got me wondering if such creatures actually think, they say for every idea conceived somewhere else it exists. It also took me back to the rhetorical question from the movie the Fly (1986) when Brundle asks, "Have you ever heard of insect politics?! Neither have I." As later explained insects do not have politics but therein lies just how much worse the human thinking is, we have politics and still are brutal, but have a conceited and externalising sociopolitical excuse to pardon ourselves or blame others whilst remaining so appalled at the way natural predators behave. Is it little wonder that so many people prefer the company of animals and not other people?!
Here's to a great weekend ahead, I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
do you see the cracks in the sky
the lies
their satanic ways
question is...
can you see - ?
will you rise ...
🇪🇸Que casualidad, que ayer de paseo por Valencia, al pasar por la Estación del norte y la plaza de toros , me pille a mano la cámara, el trípode, disparador… 🤔❓…
Resultado: Larga exposición de La Estación del Norte de Valencia y la Plaza de Toros… 😁
🇬🇧What a coincidence, that yesterday for a walk through Valencia, when passing through the North Station and the bullring, I got the camera, the tripod, trigger by hand...🤔❓..
Result: Long exposure of Valencia's North Station and the Bullring… 😁
There are times when I question my own sanity – this photo is a good example. I waited two hours to get just the right light at this silly little water fall.
When I arrived half the Hayes Creek Falls water was in bright sun and the other half in shadow. I loved the way the water flows on this and couldn’t walk away without a good shot. So I waited and waited and waited…..
While trying to crack a child trafficking ring, the Question has to settle for cracking the jaw of a local cretin who can point him in the right direction.
Taken in Drune, Gotham
No, I just refuse to believe my eyes
In front of me something I can't recognize
You stood beside me all my life
The heart machines are ticking
I can hear the life support pumping
The line between life and death doesn't become any clearer than this
Covered with an oxygen mask
These words will be his last
With the energy he has got left
He turns to me and say
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
All of a sudden I've lost my strength
Isn't it scary how things can change
Mm, in an instant just like that
Whenever I had questions
You always had the answers
You taught me about life
And the importance of being yourself
And to highly value honesty
How not to lose grip of reality
With both your feet on the ground
I can not stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
You weren't suppose to see me like this
And I'm sorry, sorry
I must leave, it's my turn
But I will see you soon (soon)
I cannot stand by you
Till the end of the world like I said I would do
No, I won't be able to
Help you carry the weight of the world
My time has come
Silent as a butterfly
I'll be flying beside you
Watching above you
Silent as a butterfly
As A Butterfly - Dead By April
A huge thank you to Abigail Brewer for posing for me in this shot. It wouldn't have felt right to me if I did it without you. ♥♥
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Wish you could only see ،
That i got A Question-Mark ( ? ) .
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"The question is, are we happy to suppose that our grandchildren may never be able to see an elephant except in a picture book?"
David Attenborough
Let's hope not.
♥ 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...♥
Weathered, cracked and broken,
they stand with marble etchings
facing the sun set.
I wondered among the gravestones
reading epitaphs, birthdays, death.
The chiseled hyphens stirred so many questions
The stones were silent!
Kumari
"Freedom from the desire for an answer is essential to the understanding of a problem."
Jiddu Krishnamurti
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Leandro Erlich, "Port of Reflexions", 2014, structure métallique, bois, bateaux en fibre de verre, moquette noire, miroir, éclairage et système de mouvement.
" La première installation, une entrée en matière poétique, nous plonge dans une semi-obscurité. Le visiteur zigzague sur une rampe qui débouche sur un embarcadère. Il domine alors un petit port où six barques sont amarrées et tanguent doucement. On entend le clapotis de l'eau. C'est paisible et tout à fait charmant. Mais à y regarder de plus près... il y a un truc qui cloche. On réalise peu à peu qu'il n'y a pas d'eau sous les bateaux et que les reflets qu'on était certain d'avoir vus sont des mirages. On s'amuse alors à essayer de comprendre. Comment a-t-il fait pour nous berner ?
Un seul bateau a ses rames dans l'eau. Leur reflet est en réalité une sculpture en bois. Les six barques que l'on aurait juré avoir comptées ne sont que trois. Un système mécanique les fait osciller. Parce qu'elles ressemblent à des bateaux, bougent comme des bateaux et parce que nous savons que les bateaux flottent sur l'eau, notre cerveau a imaginé le reste.
L'œuvre révèle combien nous voyons les choses à travers le prisme de nos préjugés. Elle invite à se questionner sur le rapport entre l'image et la réalité, d'où son titre : Port of Reflexions. Faut-il douter de tout ? Comment démêler le faux du vrai ? "
Rétrospective Leandro Erlich au Grand Palais
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
to make the being alone easy
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Similar to the Eastern Comma, the Question Mark butterfly is a common summer sight in Southern Ontario.
Canatara Park, Sarnia, ON
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Is your ship not shipping? Is your UFO not F-ing? Has your extraterrestrial spacecraft become terrestrial? When you came in peace, did your ship come in pieces? If you've answered yes to any of these questions, then you need to call Atlas right away.
We'll cart your craft, we'll deliver your disk, we'll garage your galactic vessel, we'll shuttle your saucer. Just call 555-555-5555 and tell 'em Big Rich sentcha. We'll give you the hook and have you off planet faster than you can say take me to your leader.
Peace is present right here and now, in ourselves and in everything we do and see. Every breath we take, every step we take, can be filled with peace, joy, and serenity.
The question is whether or not we are in touch with it. We need only to be awake, alive in the present moment.
~Thich nhat Hanh
Background picture: Crazy Bear
"J'ai ainsi vécu seul, sans personne avec qui parler 'véritablement, jusqu'à une panne dans le désert du Sahara, il y a six ans. Quelque chose s'était cassée dans mon moteur. Et comme je n'avais avec moi ni mécanicien, ni passagers, je me préparai à essayer de réussir, tout seul, une réparation difficile. C'était pour moi une question de vie ou de mort. J'avais à peine de l'eau à boire pour huit jours,
Le premier soir je me suis donc endormi sur le sable à mille milles de toute terre habitée. J'étais bien plus isolé qu'un naufragé sur un radeau au milieu de l'Océan. Alors vous imaginez ma surprise, au lever du jour, quand une drôle de petite voix m'a réveillé. Elle disait :
- S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton !
- Dessine-moi un mouton...
J'ai sauté sur mes pieds comme si j'avais été frappé par la foudre. J'ai bien frotté mes yeux. J'ai bien regardé. Et j'ai vu un petit bonhomme tout à fait extraordinaire qui me considérait gravement. Voilà le meilleur portrait que, plus tard, j'ai réussi à faire de lui. Mais mon dessin, bien sûr, est beaucoup moins ravissant que le modèle. Ce n'est pas ma faute. J'avais été découragé dans ma carrière de peintre par les grandes personnes, à l'âge de six ans, et je n'avais rien appris à dessiner, sauf les boas fermés et les boas ouverts.
je regardai donc cette apparition avec des yeux tout ronds d'étonnement. N'oubliez pas que je me trouvais à mille milles de toute région habitée. Or mon petit bonhomme ne me semblait ni égaré, ni mort de fatigue, ni mort de faim, ni mort de soif, ni mort de peur. Il n'avait en rien l'apparence d'un enfant perdu au milieu du désert, à mille milles de toute région habitée. Quand je réussis enfin à parler, je lui dis :
- Mais... qu'est-ce que tu fais là ?
Et il me répéta alors, tout doucement, comme une chose très sérieuse :
- S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton...
Quand le mystère est trop impressionnant, on n'ose pas désobéir. Aussi absurde que cela me semblât à mille milles de tous les endroits habités et en danger de mort, je sortis de ma poche une feuille de papier et un stylographe. Mais je me rappelai alors que j'avais surtout étudié la géographie, l'histoire, le calcul et la grammaire et je dis au petit bonhomme (avec un peu de mauvaise humeur) que je ne savais pas dessiner. Il me répondit :
- ça ne fait rien. Dessine-moi un mouton.
Comme je n'avais jamais dessiné un mouton je refis, pour lui, l'un des deux seuls dessins dont j'étais capable. Celui du boa fermé. Et je fus stupéfait d'entendre le petit bonhomme me répondre :
- Non ! Non ! je ne veux pas d'un éléphant dans un boa. Un boa c'est très dangereux, et un éléphant c'est très encombrant. Chez moi c'est tout petit. J'ai besoin d'un mouton. Dessine-moi un mouton.
Alors j'ai dessiné.
Il regarda attentivement, puis
- Non! Celui-là est déjà très malade. Fais-en un autre.
Je dessinai :
Mon ami sourit gentiment, avec indulgence.
- Tu vois bien... ce n'est pas un mouton, c'est un bélier. Il a des cornes...
Je refis donc encore mon dessin.
Mais il fut refusé, comme les précédents.
- Celui-là est trop vieux. je veux un mouton qui vive longtemps.
Alors, faute de patience, comme j'avais hâte de commencer le démontage de mon moteur, je griffonnai ce dessin-ci.
Et je lançai :
- ça c'est la caisse. Le mouton que tu veux est dedans.
Mais je fus bien surpris de voir s'illuminer le visage de mon jeune juge :
- C'est tout à fait comme ça que je le voulais ! Crois-tu qu'il faille beaucoup d'herbe à ce mouton ?
- Pourquoi ?
- Parce que chez moi c'est tout petit...
- Ça suffira sûrement. je t'ai donné un tout petit mouton.
Il pencha la tête vers le dessin
- Pas si petit que ça... Tiens Il s'est endormi...
Et c'est ainsi que je fis la connaissance du petit prince."
[Le Petit Prince de Saint-Exupéry (Chap. II)]
"Huis Westerflier", Diepenheim
House Westerflier
House Westerflier is part of the Landgoed Nijenhuis and is located west of Diepenheim. It is about 300 hectares. The Buitenplaats Westerflier is a rectangular country house from 1729 without towers, only one building house and a simple landscape park.
The name Westerflier has a very old origin: already in 1046 'Westerfle' is mentioned in a donation deed. In this case, there was no question of an estate or castle, but of a region, of which it is only clear that it was located to the west of Twente. At the end of a sand ridge, at a strategic location, where the then still navigable Regge branch of the Schipbeek, in 1536 a manor. Unfortunately, the early history of the Westerflier is largely hidden in mist. It is known, however, that the outdoor area belonged to the Warmelo. The well-known Catholic family Van Hoevell to Westerflier owned the estate for about a century (1628-1721), but retained the additive to distinguish itself from the protestant Van Hoevell van Nijenhuis family.
Then it came into the hands of the Van der Sluys family, which had become rich by timber trade next to a lock that was not far from Diepenheim in the Schipbeek. This owner has demolished the old house (of which unfortunately very little is known) and in 1729 the current house was built in a simple classicist style. Actually, the house has changed little in those nearly 300 years.
The Van der Sluys family sold the house in 1854 to Rutger Jan Schimmelpenninck, the grandson of the Grand Pensionary Schimmelpenninck, who had bought the Nijenhuis half a century earlier. Since then the estate has remained in the family. It was privately inhabited until 1935, then it was rented out and it was some time (1948-1969) a home for girls who had left home. Later it was divided into four apartments and in 2005 the house was vacant. House Westerflier was then in a bad state and in 2008/2009 the house has been thoroughly restored. Now it is inhabited by two households.
I only learned today that there is such a thing as a Question Mark Butterfly. This one surprised me as butterflies were certainly not on my mind since it's February. But again, this is Georgia, so you never know!
btw the question mark is in the underside of the butterfly, with a curve and a dot on one of the wings.
2021 Weekly Alphabet Challenge: Happy (to learn something new and to see this critter).
52 in 2021 Orange
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On se pose souvent la question C’est quoi l’amour ? il m’a fallu bien des années avant d’en avoir un avant-goût. Il m’a fallu trainer dans ce monde, à errer souvent sans but précis, sans objectif à part celui de subsister dans un univers hostile. L’humanité à toujours été étrange à mes yeux, et un jour, il y a 5 ans de ça j’ai vu une lueur… Mais voila l’amour il a son timing il m’a fallu attendre un peu avant que tu partages ma vie. Il y a 3 ans tout me menait à toi, et nous avons succombés ensemble à une grande aventure. Partagé nos destins, nos chemins, et là j’ai cru en l’humanité. J’ai trouvé le but de de ma vie et tous mes objectifs se centraient sur toi. Merci à la femme que tu es, tu m’as sauvé de par ton amour et tu me tiens la main chaque jour. Je te dois mes espoirs, ma force, tu m’as donné la stabilité dont j’avais besoin. Tu es la femme qui comble chaque vide que la vie à laisser. Merci pour ces 3 ans qui sont passés comme un coups de vent. Merci pour tout ce bel amour que nous partageons. Tu es ma vie, mon amour.