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an artsy corner in the sidewalk+wall with optical illusion of folds. actual color is bright blue and white.
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“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don't resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
Quote – Lao Tzu
Backside of the dilapidated building I uploaded yesterday (see first comment box).
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“Winter is like fake love that warms us with its beauty and freezes us with its reality!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
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“Which of my photographs is my favorite?
The one I’m going to take tomorrow.”
— Imogen Cunningham
Own image 5689 and textures
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Really happy to have this photo selected for the Mobile Photo Now exhibition at the Columbus Museum of Art, starting tomorrow! The following photos were also selected for this exhibit:
www.flickr.com/photos/arpitau/9275410085
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The moon by Luke Jerram.
Geschaffen hat ihn der britische Künstler Luke Jerram, der Durchmesser beträgt imposante sieben Meter.
Das Kunstwerk bildet die Mondoberfläche ab, Luke Jerram hat dafür zahllose Aufnahmen der NASA montiert.
Vor den Kirchenfenstern hängen lange Spruchbänder, um das Tageslicht zu dämpfen und so die Strahlkraft des Mondes zu erhöhen.
Anm.:
Die Aufnahme entstand aus freier Hand; ohne Stativ ist es natürlich schwierig, die ganz genaue optische Mitte zu treffen. Der Mond hängt zudem nicht exakt mittig im Kirchenschiff. Es müsste aber so "passen".
“Are you going to carry on like this all the way through the series?” Ali had already had enough of the grumbling monster at the other end of the sofa. “They're only using all of these locations to show off the county.” I tried to maintain my silence, but the red rag had been waved and I'd already climbed onto the highest horse in the neighbouring field and was chasing off after it like a hungry zealot. “But this couple live in Mevagissey, the others are so loaded that they've managed to build a multi million pound property at, isn't that Mawgan Porth, and yet they've bumped into each other by total coincidence at Penzance lido! Who goes to Penzance lido when they live at Mawgan Porth for goodness sake? It must be at least forty miles each way. There's a leisure centre at Newquay. We live much closer to Penzance and I've only ever been in that lido once. You've never been in it at all and you were born here! And why are they launching a charity in St Ives? It doesn't make sense!”
We were watching a new drama series on the television of course, and this one was set in our own backyard. Well, bits of it were anyway. Depends on your definition of backyard really. You might have seen it too. I expect the residents of Shetland feel the same and we've been hooked on that since the first series. Ali was right of course. Cornwall was the star of the show while the complex issues around a pair of babies who were accidentally swapped at birth because of an admin cock up were merely a side story. One rich couple, the other supposedly down on their luck - although she owned a restaurant, just as we all do down here, and they lived in a very nice looking house in Mevagissey that many local people can only dream of. But the reality gap is always going to drive people like me around the twist. Poldark was even worse. Holywell Bay one minute, Penberth Cove the next. And five minutes after that, Ross was racing his horse across Bodmin Moor while Demelza had magically appeared in Charlestown. And this was in the late eighteenth century, almost two hundred years before the first Ford Sierra Cosworth with go faster stripes had arrived on the peninsula for goodness sake.
I'm sure the Royal Cornwall Hospital Trust really appreciated the negative fictional publicity. They're in the local news enough with tales of misfortune and malpractice as it is, without the screenwriters putting the boot in. I should add for the sake of balance that my children and their own children were all born there without incident.
I've often wondered when the moment would arrive for me to share this one, taken six years ago on a windy rain charged Sunday afternoon in March when the late winter light was doing magical things on top of St Agnes Head. But it was on a stout pinnacle by these very rocks that the villain broke his anger run along the cliff path and stood, gazing enigmatically towards the west as he plotted and schemed his devious affairs, one director's instruction short of beating his chest like a mountain gorilla. As the shot opened up and panned away into the distance, there was Wheal Coates, packed with glorious drama. But may I remind you that his waterfront palace is at Mawgan Porth? Down the hill from Newquay Airport. Did he run all the way then? Is he an ultramarathon man as well as a thoroughly unpleasant chap? If I fancy going for a trot I do it near home. I don't jump in the car and drive halfway across the county.
I'm sitting within this view as I sketch the notes for my story before I forget what I was going to rant about. There's nothing much doing anyway, and I've already got my shots, besides which I need to shift in a minute because it's Friday. Five a side night. It's a beautiful view, but rather than running halfway across the north coast of the county I came here in the car. It's much quicker and allows me to focus a bit more clearly than was done with the plot of a half baked TV drama that we only lasted the distance with because of where it was filmed. Enough said. Time to, erm, run around in a sports hall, and one just down the road rather than the other side of Cornwall.
reality
has slipped away from me
and all that i've got left are these fever dreams
and when the days get colder
and when we all grow older
will the world still be so cloudy to me?
(i may delete this)
(i hate my stream right now)
At UrMu or the Urban Museum in Kuala Lumpur, there are large glass windows that look into the adjacent backlane for a sense of location and reality. These rats were then stuck onto the glass to further emphasize this as well as to inject a little humour.
Happy Me Again Monday my Flickr Friends 😊 😊 😍
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This farm is a little ways down the road from us - actually, I took this last December, but it looks EXACTLY the same right now . . . . . . . . . (sigh) . . . . . . .
Another beauty from the Bellevue Botanical Gardens.
Almost SOOC. Full frame, uncropped. Almost looks fake.
Red dahlia.
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Met you by surprise
I didn't realize
That my life would change for ever
Saw you standing there
I didn't know I'd care
There was something special in the air
Dreams are my reality
The only kind of real fantasy
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
It seems as if it's meant to be
Dreams are my reality
A different kind of reality
I dream of loving in the night
And loving seems all right
Although it's only fantasy
If you do exist
Honey, don't resist
Show me your new way of loving
Tell me that it's true
Show me what to do
I feel something special about you
Dreams are my reality
The only kind of reality
Maybe my foolishness is past
And maybe now at last
I'll see how the real thing can be
Dreams are my reality
A wondrous world where I like to be
I dream of holding you all night
And holding you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality
Met you by surprise
I didn't realize
That my life would change for ever
Tell me that it's true
Feelings that are new
I feel something special about you
Dreams are my reality
A wondrous world where I like to be
Illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams
Although it's only fantasy
Dreams are my reality
I like to dream of you
Close to me
I dream of loving in the night
And loving you seems right
Perhaps that's my reality
In the magical realm of advertising, everyone wakes up looking flawless, families never argue, and a single cup of herbal tea can solve all of life’s existential crises.
Meanwhile, back in reality, the rest of us are just trying to remember where we left our keys and why the washing machine is making that ominous rattling noise.
OK, tell me again how buying that "one" moisturiser will transform my entire existence, and that lottery ticket is bound to win.
life in the real world - Wellington, Somerset, UK.