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In the frosty wonderland of the Arctic, a playful seal emerges from the snowy blanket, its sleek body curving like a question mark. With a twinkle in its eye, the seal lifts its head from the glistening snow, as if on a mission to crack the code of the great celestial puzzle above. Its whiskers twitch with curiosity, and its eyes squint in a comically contemplative manner as it gazes upward toward the sunlit sky. Perhaps, in that whimsical moment, the seal is not merely looking for fish or a friendly game of ice-bound antics. No, it appears to be in search of the cosmic riddles that dance in the sunlight, wondering if the secrets of the universe are hidden among the clouds or if the answer to life's mysteries lies in the sparkle of the snowy expanse.
Consonance and dissonance.
I the body would be sharing certain events cached in its data files.
I shall remove the text if anybody feels hurt, offended or humiliated by its contents.
Suresh Pattali:
Suresh Pattali, a film and theatre activist, or as Paul Zacharia, the Editor of Economic Times and his former colleague rightly stated," a film buff and libertarian"; worked as a producer in Asianet when I met him.
Suresh assisted the renowned Indian filmmaker Muzaffar Ali in making classic movies like 'Gaman' and 'Umrao Jaan' and has worked with noted singer Kishore Kumar and Popular music director Salil Choudhury. He was too humble a human being to read one's character and get close within no time.
I met him first, in 2000, at his office in the Asianet Studio complex at Puliyarakonam in Trivandrum. He was very eager to listen to my album 'Simple Truth' and knew it was in the final stage of completion. He was too busy in the studio that I waited from 4 pm to about 6 pm as he occasionally makes an appearance and apologizes for making me wait and leaves after making sure that I am comfortable. Someone would want him when he joins me, and as I was not in any hurry, I asked him to take his time. When he hastily joined me at about 6 pm, I told him that I have a rough copy of 'Simple Truth' in my car. The moment he heard that he just walked out of the studio with his hand on my shoulder. He sat beside me in the car, we closed the doors, and I played the tape.
Before the music started, he asked, "What about a ride?". I nodded, and we drove out to the nearly desolate roads in the suburbs of Trivandrum. When the music started, I noticed that he is gazing at my face. With a smile, when I turned and looked at him, he asked," You did this ?". I said "Yes", and his astonished expression is the first and best compliment I ever received. I drove aimlessly while he keenly and mutely listened to all the 12 songs in the album. Later I dropped him at his house, which is just about a kilometre away from his workplace.
The very next day, I received a call from him inviting me to his house, and I visited him sometime in the afternoon. His interest in music and his memory amazed me as he started describing how he visualized one of the songs that he heard the previous day. It was late afternoon, and he was yet to have his lunch. I understood he's drunk, but he appeared perfect and very much in his senses. I told him that I would wait until he has his lunch. Within a few minutes, he returned with an egg omelette for me. I didn't refuse as I knew he prepared it just for me. It was too salty to consume, and when I was struggling with it, he joined me munching his omelette and said, "Too much salt, right? I don't have any more eggs left, else I would have made fresh ones". After spending some time discussing the script, I left following his assurance to contact me soon. The next day he called me for further talks, and we fixed a local club for the next meeting the same evening.
He ordered a few drinks and narrated his Mumbai cinema experiences. The modesty of the Popular singer Kishore Kumar, the friendliness of the great musician Salil Chowdhury, and the simplicity of the renowned actress Smita Patil. The humbleness of Kishore Kumar during recordings and the prowess of Salil Chowdhury to compose 'boatman' songs.
He respected and appreciated me for being a teetotaller, and never did he behave drunk with me. I reminded him that it's getting too late and offered to drop him at his house. On the way back, he asked, "Anuj, which is your most favourite song? ". I replied that it's a tough question as I have so many favourites." My favourite English song is, 'Still I'm Sad' by Boney M", he said. After a pause, he continued, "Do you know ' Chingari Koi Bhadke '?". I said, "Yes, I love that song." He asked, "Can you sing it ? "and I replied, " Sorry, I have never tried it". Again after a pause, he said, "Please hum it ". I hummed the tune in its original pitch, and he started singing along in a feeble voice. I drove listening to his rendition, which was indeed beautiful. He remained quiet after that, and I dropped him home at about midnight.
Within a few days, he invited me to judge a talent search programme conducted by Asianet for college students, named 'Talent Scan 2000'. I accepted the request and appeared for the programme at Victoria Jubilee Town Hall on the stipulated date and time. He introduced me to the crew, and my role was to judge Western Music. After the programme, he thanked me and promised to be in touch.
He called me after a few days and asked me whether we shall meet sometime in the evening. I agreed, and he said he would call later to fix the venue and time. He called again in the evening to tell me that he's having one of his old friends along with him and asked whether it's fine with me. I said it's all right, and I invited him to one of the most prestigious clubs in town, where I have a membership. I booked a table on the lawn and waited for him.
He had few drinks like earlier, but his friend started gulping like a thirsty cow, loudly declared that he's a Maoist, and proudly started to swank his profanity proficiency. While Suresh commanded him to behave, in an attempt to move his chair backwards, the dhoti-clad Maoist fell aback bare, along with his chair. The waiters on duty are used to such displays, but they appeared shocked as they never expected such guests with me. I asked Suresh whether we shall leave. I have never seen him angry, and he didn't lose his cool even when his friend irritated him. He said we would move, but his friend refused to come. I thought of seeking help from the waiters and security to carry him to the car.
Finally, he agreed to move when Suresh 'promised' to take him to some distinct wine bar.
I was a bit apprehensive whether he would attempt to jump out of the moving car as we proceeded towards the hotel where he stays. Once we reached the hotel, he refused to get off the car. Suresh somehow managed to pull him out, and on the street, he loudly started to demonstrate his imprecation skills. I saw Suresh with a grim face for the first time, but still, he didn't lose his cool. Swiftly, he hopped into the car and signalled me to accelerate fast. I did that, and his friend was staggering from behind, trying to chase us as we sped away. Suresh didn't utter a word after that. I dropped him home, and though he didn't apologize, I could see that apologetic look in his weary eyes when he bid me goodbye.
I phoned him early in the morning to check whether his friend is all right. He told me that his friend was nabbed by the police the previous night, and he has to get him released.
I asked him to relax and promised to call him in the evening.
I called him in the evening, and an unfamiliar voice picked up the call.
I asked, " Suresh, Is that you? ".
The stranger from the other end replied, " Suresh passed away. He vomited blood, and we took him to the hospital but couldn't save him".
"माझी जो नाव डुबोए
उसे कौन बचाये"
("If the boatman drowns the boat, who can save it ?")
Chingari Koi Bhadke: Chingari Koi Bhadke
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It was late at night, at the end of another Saturday night demonstration in Jerusalem.
The policemen were evacuating the last young and enthusiastic protestors (this time without any violence).
She sat at the main junction were the demonstration took place; probably a bit tired.
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Many argue these demonstrations are 'the best show in town'; I tend to agree. A photographer can return from them with a cam full of photos.
I can't recall any other 'photographic workshop' in Israel, in which I took so many photos :- )
Will the demonstrations have any effect?
This is the million Dollars question, no one knows to answer.
At least they are a great fun :- )
This QM was the size of a Comma - but had the diagnostic question mark on its wings below. Black is their summer form - and they have that beautiful lavender trim.
at the wetlands, North Georgia
This is one of my favorite butterfly photos due to its rare appearance. I have only seen this species in our garden in 2014, 2015, and 2019. Now, it seems that even the most common butterflies are rare to see.
Adrienne gathered a few things, having no idea what might be needed or for how long. She pulled on her sweatshirt, her mind still swimming with unanswered questions.
“Who are they—the men that are after me… us?”
Kayla met her gaze, her expression serious. “I’ll explain everything soon. But they’re not men. They only look that way so they can be among humans can hide what they really are. They can look any way they like”
Adrienne swallowed hard.
“Then… what are they?”
Kayla hesitated, just for a moment. “They’re descendants of the Earth’s original inhabitants. In their true form, they’re reptilian—very dangerous, cunning, and completely ruthless.” She exhaled sharply. “They want the power the VDD gives us, but the device doesn’t work for them. They need a jumper—like us—to operate it.”
Adrienne’s pulse quickened. “And you said I was ‘one of us.’ What does that mean?”
Kayla’s focus remained locked on the window, scanning the street outside. “Forget everything you think you know about history and the story of mankind. Our ancestors arrived on earth millions of years ago—long before recorded history. You’re living in the fourth great civilization. But the reptilians… they control almost everything again.”
“You, I, are both are of the ancient bloodline of the Jahri.”, continued Kayla. “Only people like us can access the power of the VDD”.
Before Adrienne could process the revelation, both girls sensed danger. Then the sudden creak of the back door shattered the moment.
Both girls spun around.
“They’re here!” Kayla hissed. “Time to jump. Take my hand—just like before!”
And in an instant, they vanished.
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Well, strictly speaking this scene is a sunset, so one could question the title and the attached meaning... But it was a radiant Umbrian sunset just after a long, powerful thunderstorm, so I will stick to my idea.
As the WHO has declared the state of pandemic Covid-19 is spreading everywhere and is reaping its dreadful harvest, bringing whole nations and economies to their knees. Believe me, it is even possible that the darkest hour is still to come. But I think that this incredible planetary experience has the potential to change our way to live. We have taken for granted too many beautiful, precious things (and beware, when you take something for granted you are lessening it). This humble, unaware virus is teaching us values we had drowned in our running digital hedonism - solidarity, self-sacrifice, collaboration. It is teaching us the fundamental value of truth and of scientific research. It is reminding us that we are just a small part of a wonderfully complex world - and that we are not nearly as powerful as we like to think to be. After all, the immediate means to limit infection are exactly the same as they were for the epidemics of the past - quarantine, avoiding close contact with one another, clean your hands frequently, limitations to gatherings, public events, and so on (and everything is worsened and sped up by our global network of transportation). On the other hand science, unavoidably, needs time to find real solutions. So we are experiencing a new sense of being frail - something we used to think of as a relic of the past.
I believe that this pandemic will change everything, more than a war: this is not an enemy endowed with evil projects for mankind but, rather, a natural phenomenon which is putting us in the right perspective in the world. So I believe that this pandemic will change everything. But, in the meantime, we have to manage to get out of these dark times. I would like to dedicate this photo to the people who are suffering because of this ordeal, and to the heroic people who is wrestling with the effects of the infection*: my humble contribute to remember that the darkest hour - whenever it will come - is just before the dawn.
* Sadly in Italy we have seen a growing trend of threats and assaults to physicians during the last years. Many people doubted the good faith of physicians, scientists and medicine in general. I'd guess that this tide is quickly changing.
This photo is closely related to my A neverending story. To be precise, it has been captured some 5 minutes earlier. This view, however, is somewhat narrower and, after a bit of cropping in the foreground, lays a greater emphasis on the glorious cloudscape.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.7/0/+1.7 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4. RAW files has been processed with Darktable.
A good contribution to the post-processing of part of the foreground came from a cool trick by Boris Hajdukovic I have found rather serendipitously on the web. I have cloned out an obnoxious young olive tree at the center of the foreground dancing a bit too freely in the residual wind.
I am afraid that colours and tones of this picture might be pretty close to the edge of looking overdone (this seems to be an inherent feature of the bracketings I captured of this sunset, since I always post-process from scratch). It all depends on your screen, of course: the picture looks safely good my HP screen, but I am afraid that it can easily look a bit over-the-top on other screens.
Now we know that a picture cannot possibly look right on every screen - the factors affecting the results are simply too many, including largely unpredictable ones, such as personal display settings. Admittedly one should not think too much about this, but when a photo is close to the critical boundary one should struggle to find the better balance between what she would like the photo to be and the risk of looking overdone. Since this photo is important to me, I would be grateful for comments about this matter, to help me realise if I have to downtone it :-)
Thank you very much in advance!
How Did The Monster From 'Jeepers Creepers' Not Only Register His Truck But Also Get A Personalized License Plate?
Je n'ai pas boudé mon plaisir de photographier sous toutes les coutures cette fresque murale sur le thème de la Commune de Paris, rue de la ferme Savy (où furent situées les dernières barricades), au bas du parc de Belleville à Paris. Une fresque réalisée à l'occasion des 150 ans de la Commune par l'artiste Question Mark (projet des Amies et Amis de la Commune)
Elle rassemble les corps de 2208 soldats, dont 577 inconnus. La bataille de Morhange dont il est question s'est déroulée du 19 au 20 août 1914 et fit plus de 8000 morts.
The questions continue...
You might remember this little hole in a fence post at St Cyrus. A few weeks ago, I'd noticed a couple of male leafcutter bees on these posts, so on another visit I looked for nest holes in the posts, and was thrilled to find one occupied hole, but was then surprised to see that it was occupied not by a bee, but by a digger wasp (`Flick' back about 10 images in my stream). Since then, when I've been at St Cyrus, I've keenly looked in on the digger wasp as I passed; it was there every day I checked. Yesterday, after a break of about 6 days, I think, I was back and checked the post to find not the digger wasp but a cute bee in the same hole! Unfortunately I didn't have my camera, so this is a quick snap on my phone.
I'm curious about what's gone on here; could they both be using the same hole?; did the wasp move out naturally, and then the bee moved in?; did the bee evict the wasp?; is one a parasite?; are they both nesting?; was one or both using it as shelter?
I'm also not sure what type of bee this is. The leafcutters I saw (a few photos in my recent uploads) have now been kindly IDd by the expert Steven Falk, as one of the rarer leafcutters, the black-headed leafcutter bee (Megachile circumcincta). This could be a female (according to his book, they usually nest in sandy ground, but have also been reported to nest in wood), but that's a wild guess.
So much to learn :D
Heartbreaking scene of Prague beggars, so humble on their knees.
These who give certainly feel relieve and these who don't turn their head away.
The question remains: do people beg where there is no other alternative or where other people are willing to help.
'Hey Syl, where did we put that experimental hyper drive? I can't find it in storage and its not on the list here either?'
'We put in in that external rocked drive for the space station, remember? To see if it would fit?'
'We did take it out again, right?
'Oh, uh, oops...'
Our planet is need of balance. Balance of our use of it, balance of our dependence on it, balance of exploitation of it. Balance of its wildlife, its resources, its land, its sea, its air. It's all a question of balance.
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Sony ILCE-7RM5 Sony 100-400MM GM OSS lens
About:
Medical Ad for Commercial class.
To answer your questions ahead of time, yes she is holding an actual breast implant.
Image is everything in today's society, imagine what it will be like for our children, it seems this epidemic only gets worse with time. Our women are made of plastic and our men of greed.
Exposure:
ISO 100
1/125 sec.
f/16.0
17mm
Gear:
Canon EOS 1Ds Mark III
Canon EF 17-40mm f/4L USM Lens
Pocket Wizard Multi-max
Profoto strobes and modifiers
Strobist:
6 Light setup:
Front: Beauty dish w/ grid @ 1/4 power
Below & right: Fill card
Side & behind: Soft box strips with grids @ full power
Behind & above: 2 Background umbrellas and hair light strip box @ full power
Processing:
Photoshop CS3:
-Dress replaced from another image
-Quick selection tool to silo
-Skin and dress spot cleanup
-Light surface blur on skin and shadow
-Dodging on dress
-Curves adjustment
-Converted to LAB color
-Shadow/Highlight adjustment
-2 Unsharp masks, one for contrast & one for sharpening, both luminosity blend mode
Lightroom 2:
Global and local color and clarity adjustments
The old bricks seem to breathe with a kind of remembered warmth, as though they have held many winters and still keep the murmur of voices within their mortar. Upon them rests the modest proclamation — Philosophy Meetings — a fragile invitation to wrestle with immensities on an ordinary Friday eve. How gently the commonplace dares the infinite.
The light, falling slant and pale, bestows a solemn grace upon the scene. It draws from the wall a darkened shape — a long, winged shadow that seems less cast than conjured. The mind delights in such fancies; for what is philosophy if not the poetry of questions?
Aus derselben Blüte zieht die Biene ihren Honig
und die Wespe ihr Gift ...
Schönen Tag ... 🌿🌻🌻🐝💖🐝🌻🌻🌿
Kindergartenkinder ...
🐝✈🎵🐝✈🎵🐝
👍
👻❓
🐭👉 ✨✨
💞 💞
😃📷👌👏👏👏👏😎🙋♂️🍀🎵
NAQ /Nobody Answers Questions
@ Kösk München - visuals by genelabo
video here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdeJN1FqfEE
picture by Andrea
When you were growing up did you ever wonder how life looked in one of your friend's house?
With a quick thinking brood of eight, this is how the scene in our kitchen often looked when mom would utter the big question after our evening meal.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Wanderlust Weekend Aug 21-22
Pretty Mess for EvoX heads will be 50L all weekend inwold:
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Sooo, I am getting a lot of questions about why this is not also for Evo Classic. Well, this set was adapted from some previous sets I have made, including one made especially for Evo heads (classic mode). The Reimagined set: www.flickr.com/photos/willajean/49725330017/in/dateposted...
Available inworld or my MP store :)
Whenever I dig into my old stuff the question always creeps into my head, "What would I tell that kid if I could tell him anything?"
You are going to do OK for yourself but in a quiet, unspectacular way. He (I) already knew that. In fact I took that for granted.
You are going to lose people that mean the world to you and you will never stop grieving for them. I knew that too ( we all do ) but I would have never admitted as much, preferring to only recognize those bitter truths as I was being run over by them.
I suppose I couldn't resist giving some sage advice but I wouldn't listen to myself. I remember making a point of not acting on good advice when dispensed by anyone professing to know what life was really about.
All in all it's a good thing time travel isn't possible. Aside from being freaked out by my wrinkly old self showing up to tell me crap I knew but didn't have the courage to act on, I would have been angered that all the suspense and mystery had just been taken out of life. For all the effort that goes into fiction about jumping back or ahead in time I think it is good that we have to crunch along alone without the aid of a nebbish future self showing up every so often to whine and moan about how I'm so lacking in ambition. I'm peeved at myself right now just for thinking up the thought of it.
I first put this together in 2012. Today I thought about it and made an effort to find the original images. 1974 was taken with a Canon F1 and a 50mm f1.4. 2012 was taken with a Pentax K10D and the 18-55 kit lens. In 2012 I used Gimp to stack the images. This time around I used Affinity Photo.
Whose on the Other End?
In life we reach out often to those that we need
We never question whether or not their advice is best
And, in the moment, I suppose it is just that someone is there
That alone seems to heal whatever is wrong
What I challenge you to do is take account
Double check those that are real and those that are searching
In those moments of doubt, of sadness, and loneliness
Make sure that whose on the other end actually cares
In a world of people who can dress up to be anything
Check the heart and the mind before opening your heart
See who they keep company with and who they keep close
Listen to what they say and see if that's what you want said
Because in a world where you do not honestly know who is on
The other end, life can be lonely and empty if it's not a friend
Life has taught me that it is the quality of the one
On the other end of life... that matters the most
Be the voice that others can come to and keep their hearts safe
Bite your tongue when other times it's easier to rise to debate
Silence your anger with knowledge that all things come to pass
Quiet your pain knowing that the sun will shine again
In the end... be the one at the other end... and be true to yourself
Be a light in the darkness and a beacon of hope
And, never... let anyone... stop you from shining
I am on the other end for many... and they are also for me.
I am grateful and thankful. ♥
There is always the question why
And there is always life,
Which doesn't need an answer.
Dejan Stojanovic
So I have a lot of extra Lego Squad-related pics that either didn't turn out how I wanted, just weren't the ones I chose to post, or have older versions of figs in them.
Because of this I've been thinking of opening a second account just for those so they don't have to clutter up this account.
What do you guys think? would you want to see some extra stuff, or are you sick of the Squad? Let me know down below!