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QUESTION: If power went out, how do you plan to get along. After a hurricane or tornado, power is out for some time; but folks make do, right?
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"Immense is the wisdom of the Lord;
He is mighty in power, and all-seeing.
The eyes of God see all He has made;
He understands man's every deed.
No man does He command to sin,
to none does He give strength for lies."
Sirach 15:18-20
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Simone Weil, French Philosopher Quotes
Birth: Feb. 3, 1909 and Aug. 24, 1943 Died
In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.
In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!
under the skies that transcend billions of universes,
the outsized elephant-room of questions & secrets;
deepak ` the lightwriter's canvas broach in open.
we read our dread, Who if I cried out would hear me?
mind the stillness-mat viz; feelings get encroached; at
first, you praise their dress, then you get ash-dressed.
'ours' keeps breaking - ourselves, within our perimeter.
bully / pulpit alters us; diminishes sickle consciousness.
betwixt the micro spaces of conversation / correctness,
a certain static silence had enshrined in - just all over.
harbinger of tenuous assumptions kept on ossifying
into the experiments with musts, doubts, turncoats.
approvers bare intimacy that bears inching eyes;
and when one is completely inside one's perfidy,
a cover-up mindset suborns a hushed horizon —
pretends - the decisions had been difficult. 'yes'
— deserts us in a forgetting curve that reminds us,
of sti-ff-ness between us, culturing the same sky.
take over air consternates us-sets dreams on fire.
formless hubris viz debris, give themselves to gust
to be e'er scattered betwixt this/that; bedraggled.
zeroing in, insecurity at the heart of human constructs
the displaced shoes let you see, the surface of yore.
a long haul to dig and find, the great heart of our past.
no spin here, to foresee, real ground under our feet.
unchopping a tree, perched on wasteland, silences..
a thousand mile stare, ensouls thousand silhouettes:
anagram—breathy.ed each other to the bridging truth;
and learnedness, endlessly multiplied with curtain call.
where e g /oquence isolates honest assessment, not
being one of their chiliad/st.ic quarters isn't isolation.
not a diminishment, if being exercised more fully -
- truth's episodic memory is tender and unwavering;
ongoing procedure of days - = - simply transformative,
to rain align, all the absorbed moments of illumination.
bathed in light, friendships bear holistic temperament
alert, alert, alter! “after the game is before the game”.
tales shine in via our window of thousand caresses,
where you are sewing a blouse that feeds the spine.
tender paws & sky-ball inside, dashing out of a conch;
over tears-coasts, the white expanse, so kind & clear.
coconut chirping an intrinsic and glorious awakening.
rose dew here, and trouble talk lies beyond the map.
the truth is made real through servitude in affection.
psithurism of intimate revelations recalls clutched keys;
the key did turn. everywhere you turn is full of wonder.
awed to see - the shift inside, shifts deep garden state!
how did a blackbird of the milky way land up here,
that joy glistens in the kaleidoscopic, tent•i•er eyes.
how else to truly trace this landscape of provenance,
a cat following a radiant butterfly to the ringing bells.
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India ▪ that is Bhāratam
a quiet 'photo meditation' and a poem
to read in the quiet of your days.
and share as we gather around what we love.
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* The italicized line is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
An experiment with pixel shifting and focus stacking. The question to address was whether or not pixel shifting was a substitute method for focus stacking. It is not as it has no effect on focal plane or depth of field. Rather, it is a method of increasing the resolution of an image by making minute shifts of the sensor in the focal plane. This increases the image size of the composite created in camera and reduces sensor noise. Pixel shifting can, however, be combined with focus stacking to produce a very high resolution macro, allowing for a much larger print. The effects are much more subtle when viewed on a screen.
Focus stack (20 images) with pixel shift (8 half pixel shifts/focal point). Shot with single continuous light source (Rotolight Neo 1 with diffuser filter), 100% power 5700 K, mounted on overhead boom directly over subject. Image size (raw) 16736 x 11163, print size 69 x 46 inches
Why do I love becoming a woman? A question I often ask myself as well as hearing from others who know of my liking to take ion a female persona. Do I regret being a man that desires to dress as a woman? Where is it all going to end up?
Questions, questions…
I accept we all have our own motivations and aspirations for expressing our desire to dress as women and which can also be a desire to inhabit a female persona. I have my personal feelings, emotional needs and ambitions for my female alter-ego which are not necessarily a reflection of how others feel about their own situation. For me, I have a need to actually pass as a woman and be perceived as being female when I cross-dress. I will admit to frustration over the years through a combination of my lack of skills in the art of male to female transformation, limits imposed by my physicality (being male) and I’m sure well meant advice telling me to forget passing and just enjoy it. To forget passing undermines everything that motivates my female side. When I become Helene I want to be a woman not simply a man dressed up. I dream of having a feminine appearance and emotionally being female rather than male. If this all sounds like serious transexual characteristics and an urgent need to start transition then let me say with utter certainty that is not what I want.
I don’t buy into the simplistic view that if you have a powerful desire to be a woman then the only answer is to transition. Nothing is that straightforward that you can boil it down to a one or the other answer. There exists a huge area of crossover. I genuinely like my male life and like being me. The idea of killing off my male self and only existing as a woman is not something I want. If I were to indulge in being simplistic, I could say I want it all, to be both a man and a woman. However, I know, especially now I am sixty years of age, how my feelings operate in terms of my transgender feelings. I can see now I have real intense moments of wanting to be female and this are all consuming when they occur. I do understand though, that these intense desires being too diminish and I am happy to return to being a man again. I would say that is reasonably creative cut as to why transitioning would not be a happy course of action for me.
I doubt I am alone in having these intense moments of wanting to be female forever but knowing they will at some point ease off. I will admit that it is these feelings that drive me to want to actually look convincingly female and to behave as a female both physically and emotionally when I transform myself from a man into a woman. It’s a fundamental part of my being and needs to be set free now and again.
In recent months my focus and aspirations for my female self has shifted towards passing myself off in a believable way as being a real woman. I find myself observing real women more and more and noting their choices in clothing, footwear and make-up. I also observe what men find attractive in women they encounter My goal is to be accomplished enough to be perceived as being a female and I too want to behave and respond as a female with any social interactions be that shopping, a polite hell, having a coffee in a cafe, visiting a gallery, having a meal and even creating some intrigue and desire with men. In short my aim for the few hours I take on my female persona I want o be able to cease being a man in every way and exist as a female.
Having outlined my feelings and aspirations does that answer any of the questions I began this narrative with? I think it partly addresses them. I do have many regrets about being a man that dresses as a woman. I kind of regret I never accepted this part of myself throughout my life. It caused me a lot of angst and made me a shy not very sociable person. I think I was far more transexual as a teenager and young man than I am now. Once I settled into a career I liked and a relationship that means more to me than my own inner desires and then had a family, everything took on a different level of contentment and also responsibility. My wife and family far outweigh my lifelong desire to become female, I would hate to cause any disruption to that. I do regret my cowardice as a young person not to act on my inner feelings in regard to desiring to be female. I chose the easy option of denial and suppression. Inevitably, I failed in that attempt at self control and had to come out as being transgender at the age of forty one. I do have regrets that certain people I came out to have used it against me, I misjudged their trust. I have regrets I don’t have breasts, a female body and look female, I dream of being feminine. Im not feminine though so this does distress me somewhat and I regret the lack of femininity.
Despite the regrets, they are not enough to crush me as I do enjoy my life, it’s an aspect I can handle, I know it is down to my own inaction that these regrets exist. I try to not let them intrude as I do enjoy my rare moments as a woman and find each opportunity incredibly rewarding and fulfilling.
Recently I was asked by a female friend where all of this was going to end up? It really made me think and I wanted to answer as honestly as I could. At the moment I think in the next few years I will start to spend time out and about as a woman not a man. This is a reflection of where I am going emotionally and also I do have personal ambitions in regard to the challenge of existing as a (part-time) woman. I want to do it well and never be considered as a man when I head out as a woman. I therefore see an increase in this kind of activity and a change in my wardrobe, hair and make-up to reflect this. I did consider what would occur if I were single. I don’t want to be single but it was a hypothetical scenario I felt I should muse over. I believe I would likely spend a lot more time as my female self if I were single but I’m pretty certain I would not transition. I still like my male self so I see such a scenario as being a less inhibited opportunity to fully express myself more freely.
It has taken me pretty much fifty years to accept myself and I don’t feel I’m still quite there yet, there is a lot more self acceptance I need to embrace. I think it’s my fear of damaging my relationship with my wife and family, who all know I have a female alter-ego, that prevents me from pushing things further. Al I can say is I do feel a lot more at ease with my inner female self than I did in past decades.
Who could resist such a beautiful smile.... certainly not me! She is one of hundreds of college kids that 'work' Alaska during the summer, saving money, having adventures and honing their public / people skills.
I didn't get a chance to get her name... we were interrupted by others with questions about the tours. With a smile like that.... she will do well in this world!
Copyrighted 2010
Seemed appropriate! :)
Taken for the Jules' Photo Challenge Group:
March 14, 2023
International Ask a Question Day
Ok, so at least 2 characters (or so remaining) for Paradox Force/Grey Cop series. Looking for character building and matches, along with some powers/personalities/backstories etc.
The top left is unrelated to these 2, the face (left 1) is a new face for Grey Cop, while the Hydra agent's (left 2) is a torso for a supporting character for the series.
So down below the grey, slightly orange, armored torso, has 2 faces. The bearded one and a Hydra agent's face. Also missing the legs/hips. Which face is suitable for him? The bearded one is quite good in my opinion, but I was considering him for Rick Flagg, while the Hydra agent is also a good choice. This guy I came up with is a doctor, somewhat (Irish?), and also he used to be a prisoner until our heroes came to look for him, couldn't think after that.
The second one is a white torso, some black pants, pretty simple, though I could think of changing his pants for something high-tech, still in the same color. He'll be the one that uses power gauntlets. Got the brown hair and the Star Wars face for him, he kind of looks like Coulson to me, so (coincidence?!). The face on the right has 2 hair options, either a black hair or a slick brown hair also from the Hydra agent. The story of this guy is that he's an agent once, but works on his own, is good at tech and stuff, secretly good at knives. His identity is pretty mysterious as no one knows his first name, but only his last, so needing options here.
I've tried many combos, but some work and some don't, still in between the line of making and finalising the product.
Comment below for suggestions, just come up with what you can.
A couple of days ago I was a question or should I say I was requested to post photos of what would be wearing over the past few days, The kind of outfits to do housework, shopping and how I would dress if I was full time.
I was going to go all practical but then decided that those photos would be contrived because that's not how I would dress for the most part. I don't do normal casual clothes all the time. Yes they have a time and a place normally down to job to undertake, environment, and lack of anything else to wear.
So this was yesterdays outfit. I did the washing and hung it out, then went into town to get my shoes re-heeled, Returned home got washing in and put it away then cooked dinner all in this outfit, So pleased I wore the sweater as it was blooming chilly.
I can`t decipher what it says on the question mark .Taken in Colne , Lancashire
thought – deliberation – idea – concert’. Found it, but still don`t know what it means !!!??????
Question is what does one wear to drop a CV of for a possible job?
Always a hard one that, especially as i was going to the tip afterwards. so, casual , professional or just smart. and do i remove my earrings and nail polish?
No doubt i will decide at some point
Good morning everyone and I hope you had a nice weekend. As the the title indicates, presented today are my first pics of a Question Mark (Polygonia interrogationis). I know, kind of late in the season, but unlike the Eastern Comma, Autumn is usually my best chance to photograph one of these.
Seen here is what is known as the winter form as evident by the orange hind wings, which in the summer form are dark. Almost black.
Just three pics, of which the other two can be found in the comment section and my stream. Both are lateral shots of which one was taken using the flash. Something I rarely ever do for fear of hurting the butterfly, but did in this case only because of the long distance between me and the butterfly, and it was perched in heavy shade at the time. Otherwise I don't recommend using a flash when photographing butterflies, or any insect. Especially if you're very close.
Thank you for stopping by...and I hope you have a truly great day and week. And Happy Columbus Day to those of you living in the United States.
Lacey
ISO400, aperture f/8, exposure .002 seconds (1/500) focal length 300mm
Question: Where is the monster? Where do these steel beasts come from, appearing without warning? Terrifying questions that sometimes haunt the sharp minds of our little ones as they innocently wander through the pedestrian streets of Périgueux. Is it normal to feel that shiver, that hint of panic creeping down their spine at the sight of these strange mechanical creatures? Of course not... but what can you do? It’s all part of the genius – or should I say the mischief? – of our dear mayor... www.flickr.com/photos/196162574@N04/52332610445/in/album-...
Question : Où est le monstre ? D’où surgissent ces molosses d’acier qui surgissent sans prévenir ? Terribles interrogations qui tourmentent parfois l’esprit éveillé de nos chers petits, lorsqu’ils déambulent innocemment dans les ruelles piétonnes de Périgueux. Est-ce normal de sentir ce frisson, ce soupçon de panique qui serpente le long de leur échine à la vue de ces étranges créatures mécaniques ? Bien sûr que non… mais que voulez-vous, c’est là tout le génie – ou la malice ? – de notre chère maire... www.flickr.com/photos/196162574@N04/52332610445/in/album-...
The June issue of my journal, The Question Mark, explores this question at questioning.org/Jun2023/home.html
The photo above, probably taken by my father, showed the home where I spent my early days, enjoying swimming, fishing and water skiing on the waters of Greenwich Cove.
I no longer think of this as home, as I have wandered hither and yon with my three cats, and have come to understand how we might create home wherever we live.
And sometimes, when romance is especially warm, we might feel most at home in our lover's arms, as expressed in the poem below.
Next to you
Lying next to you
I melt
Softened by your heat
I am butter soaking into toast
I am man loving woman
I am sun sinking into ocean
A sky ablaze with rose-tinted light
Waking next to you
I linger
Savoring your touch
Your scent
Your gentle breathing
In and out
At home in my arms
Sleeping the deep sleep
Living next to you
My palette is more vivid
My palate more complex
Life is shining and exuberant
Time slowed
Rhythm quickened
Pulse intense
Writing next to you
My words flow like a swollen river
Poem after poem after poem
As love and passion press me like a lemon
And juice pours out
Lyrically
While I surrender
Thankfully
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
Chunchiet Ethnic Minority Village – Northeastern Cambodia, Southeast Asia
Banlung is the provincial capitol for the Ratanakiri Province in Cambodia. Located in the northeastern part of the country, bordering both Vietnam to the east and Laos to the north, it is one of the least visited provinces.
This region is the home of the Chunchiet ethnic minority, which comprise just one percent of Cambodia’s population. They practice animism and ancestor worship and are known for their carved images and monuments they make for their deceased at their graves.
I wonder what this little girl saw in me when I photographed her. She was probably wondering what that big, clumsy looking device in my hand was.
Check back for more of my adventures in Cambodia! One more photo in the comment section.
Happy Travels!
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Obviously a trick question – a woman’s bum never looks big in anything (unless you want a divorce). It’s true - I know a woman who asked this and her husband replied ‘not just your bum’. They are now divorced…
ONE OF MY MANY QUESTIONS TO WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE RECENT DRAMATIC FLICKR CHANGES IS THIS: HOW CAN THIS PHOTO BE SEEN ON A WHITE BACKGROUND???
There is an old saying used by English engineers: "IF IT IS N' T BROKEN, DO N' T TRY TO MEND IT!!!"
CHANGE FLICKR BACK!!!
Treasury of Atreus, or Grave of Agamemnon, is dated 1250 BC. The tholos tombs were royal tombs and this is the best preserved example at the Mycenae site. ( View of the door from within the tholos tomb).
Mycenae (the "Cyclopean City, rich in gold and with broad roads" according to the Homeric Epics) is an archaeological site located about 90 km southwest of Athens, in the north-eastern Peloponnese.
In the second millenium BC Mycenae was one of the major centres of Greek civilization, a military stronghold which dominated much of southern Greece. The period of Greek history from about 1600 BC to about 1100 BC is called Mycenaean in reference to Mycenae.
Legend has it that Mycenae was founded by the hero Perseus, son of Zeus and Danae, who was the daughter of King Acrisius of Argos, and that the City's massive walls were built by the Cyclops whom Perseus brought with him from Asia.
Mycenae is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Photo taken May 7th, 2013 during a one day trip to the Peloponnese with my English wife Theresa and my mother in law Ann, who came from England to visit us for a few days.
Thanassis Fournarakos - Θανασης Φουρναρακος
Professional Photographer, retired.
Athens, Greece
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They usually know where the bathrooms are (that's the "loo" to me Brit buds, the "WC" to mein German buds, and a "tree" to me Aussie and Canadian buds.).
Relax, it's just a bit of humor. Police action in San Jose, California. Resolved peacefully.
Pictured above are GA bad Bane , both utilizing the new combat legs I bought at BN today.
EG parts are extremely treasured by me, and I take extra special care of them. But as soon as I bent the legs up and back down on my GA, the printing on the buckle of the upper strap chipped off a little.
I was wondering if this has ever happened to you guys, and if so, leave it as a comment down below. Thanks. :)
I've been wanting to make more DC superheros so I made a simple Deadman and removed the printing on a basic flesh face for The Question.
One for the experts , Mr. Hugh Beck Collection , he is querying the location.Any suggestions please , Its dated 29.9.34. *He suggests it may ? be Route 43.
As far as I can remember, there was a question mark at the end of my sentence!
That's how I gathered a load of knowledge, never been afraid to ask a question, so the subject of this image a very useful tool all through my life!
Always hungry for the how and why.
Yet, I, luckily, do not suffer from morbid curiosity about other people. I am a good listener, they can tell me things, I'm interested, but I will rarely ask personal questions.
I don't consider this indifference, I call it respect.
Think before you ask... there are questions... you HAVE to be able to live with the answer!
If and when I want to photograph someone or something, I ask, if the answer is yes, I am happy, if it is no, I respect it, at least I ASKED!
“There are these four ways of answering questions. Which four?
There are questions that should be answered categorically [straightforwardly yes, no, this, that].
There are questions that should be answered with an analytical (qualified) answer [defining or redefining the terms].
There are questions that should be answered with a counter-question.
There are questions that should be put aside.
These are the four ways of answering questions.”
—Buddha
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Why not view the set as a slide-show?
Also I often upload more than one image at the same time; I see a tendency to only view the last uploaded...
The Astro-Sled is intended to be as accurate as possible to the Lego Batman 3 version. Check the link down below to see if I got it right! Also, can anyone guess the location of the background photograph?
These purists are fairly simplistic, and I've actually featured them previously in my enormous Justice League group shot a couple weeks back. There are several other "new" custom figs that debuted in that photograph, and I plan to eventually showcase them in their own triplet shots if I can find the precious time to do so.
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Fig formulas:
Deadman: Magneto torso, Aldrich Killian angry head
Orion: Nexo Knights free polybag torso, Obi-Wan Kenobi head, Nova Corps Officer helmet
Question: Simpsons S2 Homer body, blank light flesh head, S11 Saxophone Player hat, camera
If you're a bus enthusiast a stroll down Edinburgh's Annandale Street or if you're in Birmingham, Miller Street, can bring out something new and the other day was no exception. Lothian are now more seriously into their program of securing a substantial electric fleet and further 'hybrids' have now arrived. These are in a more traditional version of livery, with more gold added (why not!), however still missing from the interesting design is red - a piping of which adorned Edinburgh's last substantial eco-friendly fleet - the old trams! I believe this fleet, SK67 FLD etc, will be named 'Lothian Electric' no doubt 'Transport for Edinburgh'will be added at some place on these machines.
The new arrival comes well secured on a Volvo transporter, and brought to mind the now old song 'Hitchin' a ride' by Vanity Fair which became popular in 1969 - a long time before electric buses were dreamt about! It also brings to mind a question for Edinburgh's councillors who at this time are thinking of continuing a tram line into Leith for what they believe will be a huge sum of £165 million - and that just for the civils. Wonder if they know the price of these new buses as the roads the buses will use are already there!
Ask yourself the question and tell me the answer!
Yes blooming dangerous if i don't say so myself. Time to start being a little careful as this gal is staring to turn heads.
Blueberries from just one county south of us. They'll be ripe here soon! These are delicious (I bought a few cartons), and I'm so excited to pick my own and fill my freezer, especially since the local strawberries were a bit disappointing this year.
Do Gentlemen prefer Blondes. So a series of photos to see what the response might be. Just some fun for a dull day in Lockdown.
Stay Safe and Well
“Hi Bertie, another sunny day.” Said Sky smiling.
“Hello Sky, where have you been? I did look and couldn’t find you.”
“I have been talking to Wellington but he soon gets fed up with me asking him questions. So, I went to Captain, he fell asleep while I was asking him questions. Perhaps it is me?”
“I don’t think so Sky, probably the questions. What did you want to know Sky?”
“Lots of things Bertie, I just don’t understand so much about different things.”
“I see, I’m not good at answers but I’ll help if I can Sky.”
“I was asking Captain about the grass and why was it green. I wanted to know where it came from for if you pull a bit up it isn’t green under the ground.”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know as he used long words and I’m not good at long words. Then he fell asleep.”
“It is a complicated question Sky, maybe ask Posh when he arrives.”
“I could, but I have lots more questions. Bertie, do you know where clouds go and why some are white and others are grey and then some look to be much higher up than others? Elli, flies right through them and yet they don’t seem to break like I expected them to. Why don’t they break?”
“My word Sky, you do have a lot of questions. Here is Posh, perhaps he’ll be able to answer some of them for you.” Said Bertie giggling.
“Posh, will you answer some questions for me please?”
“I can try Sky but there are questions that even bears don’t yet know the answer to.”
“Well Posh, I was asking where do clouds come from and where do they go to? Why are they different colours and fly at different heights?”
“Well, Elli is the pilot so she would have a much better idea of what happens to clouds than I do. I suggest you wait for her to wake up and then ask her.”
“There I told you Sky, the answer was easy and it just takes someone as clever as Posh to put your straight.” Said Bertie smiling.
“I’ll do that Posh, now why is grass green and where does it come from? One day it can be very short then a few days later it has got much bigger and yet if you dig it up there is no green stuff underground.”
“That is easy Sky, grass is green because it is a nice colour and it is said that the insects and creepy-crawlies that live in the grass, paint it that colour at night time. There we are Sky, all your questions answered so now you have to think of something different to ask.”
“I would like blue or maybe purple coloured grass. Could you speak to the insects and creepy-crawlies and tell them to paint it a different colour?”
“No Sky, they are like buzzy things and don’t speak bear. Talking about buzzy things, how about we open a jar of honey between us?
“First sensible thing he has said if you ask me.” Said Bertie grinning.
“First thing he has said that I understand.” Said Sky.
Posh grunted his disapproval but said nothing.
“Bertie, I have lot more questions like where does the moon go in the day and why does it look like a ball? Then again, the man has hair, well a bit, and that grows long if left alone but our fur doesn’t seem to get any longer, why is that? Plus, why can’t us bears make our own honey so we don’t have to rely upon buzzy things?”
“Best of luck with that lot, Bertie.” Said Posh smiling.
“Let me ask you a question Sky, why is it we only have three jars of honey left now when there was five or six here early this morning?” Said Bertie.
“Questions, questions, questions, that is all I ever get asked.” Said Sky as he dipped his paw into a fresh jar of honey watched by Posh and Bertie.