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Tested the Fooocus AI platform. Here's what I got.
On the left: a ‘live’ (real) model, on the right - its generated copy
As we exit from the freedom of Slab City, we are warned that We are entering a world of reality. We also see a note that Nat has Herpes, so I suggest you all avoid Nat.
An alternative reality is a hypothetical self-contained separate reality coexisting with one's own.
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The only reality is you. You are the dream and the dreamer.
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Du musst das Ziel verstehen.
Die Wiedervereinigung mit deiner eigentlichen geistigen Größe.
Du verlierst nichts, du gewinnst nur hinzu. Ob du Illusionen behalten und weiter in ihnen leben willst, ist deine Entscheidung. Aus Sicht deiner eigentlichen geistigen Größe verlierst du keine Zeit.
Du erfährst, alles hat seine Zeit, auch das Wiedererwachen deines ursprünglichen Seins. Mit jedem Augenblick gehst du "ihm" entgegen, und "er" kommt auf dich zu.
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Digital art based on own photography and textures
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Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu 10.2
Artwork Copyright © 2018 by Rob Goldstein
Copyright © 2018 by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
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K4 61994 "The Great Marquess" reflected in the waters of Loch a'Chuilinn with "The Great Britain II" tour returning from Kyle of Lochalsh.
Anarchist Mountain Region west of Osoyoos, BC.
Four slightly different images (with different processing) of the same place.
Photos don't 'capture' reality; they ' makereality'.
A famous Cambridge landmark, Reality Checkpoint is supposed to have got its name during the 60's when students in an 'elevated mental state' would have to traipse home back over Parker Piece after a night out in town - arriving at the tangible Reality Checkpoint in the fog was presumably some reassurance in the middle of the empty and mysterious Parkers PIece.
The lamppost is regularly scrawled with its adopted name, and I have seen engraved brass name plates stuck on there too (the Council seems to take exception to any such supposed abuse, and quickly removes student daubings or other pranksters attempts to name this shrine).
“For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities - a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces - a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.” - George Eliot
There comes a time in the life of every photographer when he (or she) decides that it's time to 'play' with their zoom lens. This is one of my early attempts. It was taken in a church in Delft in The Netherlands. My camera was on a tripod. I think the exposure was about two seconds, zooming only for the second half of that (as near as I could estimate it).
Another spot that I am continually feeling drawn back to visit. I dream about it sometimes.
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"There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself."
Hermann Hesse
Harsh reality was taking in Vancouver Chinatown and depict a worker in a fish market. I think people work very hard and in harsh reality. What do you think?
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Reality, as strange as it may sound, is a personal thing and is never real.
My reality is what I perceive with my senses, retain in the molecular tangles of my brain (memory) and am able to recall (relevant memories) as best as I can. Somewhere in this cascade of events, the intricacy of these molecular symphonies are tweaked and tinkered by imagination, desires, beliefs, suspicions, dreams and time. Reality, being susceptible to so many inherent tinkerers, is very labile and ephemeral. No wonder, after few years, some pages of our own diaries appear quite unfamiliar.
Knowing all this, I do not know how to keep you safe in me. You were, as I remember, the one who came and changed my life. You blew like a summer breeze, rained on my pains and flooded my senses. For once, I felt the company of pure and bliss did not seem like a distant word. You knitted me wings and I flew all around you in ecstatic lunacy. However, as days go by, I suspect I have flown around many you-s that were not real but are now my reality. I do not know how much of you in me are fabricated by my imagination, desires, beliefs, suspicions, dreams and time. I do not know how much of you in me are the real you.
But then reality often begins when facts cease. You are my reality. In me, you are mine. And, you are beautifully real.
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Place : Chittagong, Bangladesh
Camera : Canon 6D , 85mm 1.8f
Date : 21 December , 2016.
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because i can't get enough of it, posting one more. i'm so out of the photography/editing groove, but i just realized how much i've missed it.
look you can see my hurrcut. well kind of, maybe tomorrow i'll even take another picture and you'll really be able to see it. :O
Isn't she a beauty? No, not the photo, this red-backed spider, Latrodectus hasselti. The photo is rubbish. What? Did you expect something better when I was lying on my back and peering up into a control box filled with valves, pipes, filters, wires, solenoids and three messy red-backed spiders. Think yourself lucky that I did this well!
We are all born lucky. The odds against our conception, birth, and survival to adulthood are astronomical. But we did, so let's get on with it.
How many times have I heard: "But you live so far away…couldn't you come here"? Yes, but it's just as far for me, and if you're whining like that, what motivation are you offering? Then there's the "Oh, no you have so many 'poisonous' things out to kill me". The latter might have a grain of truth. Could it be your whining that's motivating that emotion? I don't condone such thoughts, by the way, and we can explore that, if you like.
We have sharks: great white, tiger, bull. All can give you a nasty nip. Consider this: they are cosmopolitan species, not unique to this Great South Land. Could it be the habit of popping into the sparkling warm waters on golden sandy beaches that puts bite-sized temptation in their fishy way more frequently that if the water is murky, brown and frigid? No one will force you to come here and enjoy yourself. That's up to you.
Besides, horses, bees, domestic dogs and lightning kill more people than sharks. It's got something to do with their disinclination to come ashore for a snack. There are no extant predators that fill that role. No wolves, tigers, lions or bears. Okay, there are drop bears. You might get a concussion, a compression fracture of your vertebrae, or a nasty fright. I haven't seen one for a while. You should be safe.
Snakes? Arguably the most dangerous snake in the World is the eastern brown snake. Sea snakes are pretty bad too. But because you've decided to avoid the water, well, stop worrying about them. I've been struck at multiple times by brown snakes. Not once has any of them connected. I wouldn't be writing this if they had; possibly. One bit Bessie outside my door. With a bit of help, she lived. Dangerous? I guess. But you don't see one every day, just occasionally, and usually as they are slithering about on some mission involving a rodent they can swallow. Never has one hunted me for food, or attempted to swallow me. Don't think you can escape by going into the water. They are good swimmers too. Instead, stand still and wait till they go away.
Crocodiles, blue ringed octopus and stingers? See shark, above. Yes you might be stalked by a saltwater crocodile on land, if you are that clumsy that you repeat habitual behaviours, day after day, in the same place, and the salty is hungry. They can wait for you to do something dumb. The slow metabolism that enables that patience also means you just need to go somewhere cooler to avoid them. Oh, and yes, as you are already avoiding water: somewhere cold.
Mass casualty events? There aren't any active volcanoes anywhere you'd know. Ever heard of, err Heard Island? No, I guessed that. If you rank those that have happened, the massacre of our continent's original human inhabitants tops the list; multiple times. Ship wrecks are up there, and hostile foreign aggression, once; other times, not so much. The toll against POW escapees was bigger. Some floods have been deadly, and there's one nasty earthquake that hit a built-up area. That was ugly, and a bridge collapsed when a commuter train hit a bridge stanchion. A family member attended in an official capacity. That left many scars.
Our biggest civilian incident was a deranged individual with a semi-automatic weapon in 1996. Those weapons are banned now. And recently, there was another incident. In between? Nothing on the scale that wears the label mass casualty. Why? You might have to visit to understand that, and take note of the policy and practice which limits the likelihood of these things.
Here's some numbers about mass casualties. You watch the news. You've already seen stuff around the world. Here, we've had two events in 29 years. Every loss was someone, a person of equal value. They worked, paid taxes, studied, had aspirations, were part of the economy and society. We mourn them all. Just in 2025, this tragic year, there has been one event too many in a country of around 27 million lives. One per capita: 1/27,000,000. In a socially comparable country, there has been a mass casualty frequency of 1/875,000 people. Where would you feel safer? Thirty one times safer?
Back with the wildlife, we also have the nastiest venomous spider in the World. This isn't it. The Sydney Funnel-web is endemic to the sandstone country of the Sydney Basin. That's a big area! Yet almost as many people have seen a drop bear as has encountered one of these spiders. They can kill you, as sure as a drop bear can. I'd rather take my chances with the spider. The last verified death by envenomation by a red-backed spider was in 1956. They are so timid, they'll roll up and play dead if you poke them. I poked this one, and the other female here in this control box too. The male ran off somewhere; such is their bravado. I picked both of those girls up and took them away where I could not harm them, and let them go. My greatest discomfort was negotiating the return to vertical after lying supine to get this picture!
Perception and reality can be divergent.