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Give me nothing to do with a camera to hand and here's what you get. Macro photos shot from a distance of three inches. I've got a dozen or two more, believe me, I'll post them later...
I do have a big nose, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't, in reality, resemble a proboscis monkey's...
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A narration of Ma'qil ibn Yasaar (May Allah be pleased with him) who narrates that Prophet (Peace be upon him) said:
"It is better for an iron rod (nail, needle etc) to be driven into the head of a man, than for him to touch a woman who is not permissible for him."
The hadith is narrated by the great Hafiz of Hadith , at-Tabrani, in his al-Mu'jam al-Kabir (Vol.20 Pg.211) and by the Muhaddith al-Ruyaani, in his Musnad (Vol.2 Pg.323).
This narration has been classified as Sahih (authentic) by Allamah ibn Hajr al-Haitami in his az-Zawajir while both Hafiz Munzhiri in his at-Targheeb wat Tarheeb (Vol.3 Pg.26) and Hafiz Nuruddeen Haithami in Majma'uz Zawaid (Vo.4 Pg.326) have classified all its narrators as reliable narrators of Sahih Muslim.
and Allah Ta'ala Knows Best
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art by suzen juel...all original
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The augmented reality sandbox is an extremely interactive and tactile way to teach basic concepts in geology and geography in a really interesting way. Any time you can introduce interactive technology into your subject matter, your ability to engage your audience immediately increases. This has been evident with the Augmented Reality Sandbox on the 2nd Floor of the Chattanooga Public Library, having received over 600 visitors in under 2 weeks of being in the public eye.
While there’s lots of potential for hard-line curriculum to be developed around the sandbox, the real and unforeseen potential exists in what the kids themselves come up with. It’s already been used as a device for digital story telling, with kids using the sandbox and its shifting landscape as a platform to develop their own short stories, entirely of their own accord.
The Chattanooga Public Library's sandbox was built by Jake Brown (pictured center) , a 17-year old college sophomore working at the library as a technology projects coordinator. Jake used open source technology designed by specialist Peter Gold of the UC Davis Department of Geology.
沒有理想，即沒有某種美好的願望，也就永遠不會有美好的現實 —— Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский (費奧多爾·米哈伊洛維奇·陀思妥耶夫斯基)
擁有理想與美好的願望，還要必須從現實的基石上出發去做努力；即使目標與夢想還很遙遠，但我們都會離理想生活越來越近，也會變得越來越像心目中最棒的那個自己。
It won’t be entirely wrong if you think that the sphere of smoking pipe is entirely the genre of the people of blue blood. Now a day the scenario has changed altogether as cheap glass pipes nowadays stand as a staggering reality. Read more at www.pipesdaddy.com/
captured this photo infront of star kabab banani before a picnic. while we were all excited for the picnic, this woman was struggling just to survive. it makes me realize how blessed we are for the life we are living
Tess Silverman (Bridie Carter) reads to Claire (Lisa Chappell) the card that Jack McLeod sent to her, but never received.
Participants at virtual reality corner.
Global Landscapes Forum, Bonn, Germany.
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I thought I got there too late. My feet were placed squarely on the blacktop parking lot at one of my favorite soul places, a space I have been to recently but haven’t been to, ever, to simply be and write.
Sam and I used to come here during his home school day to collect wood and explore and we still come here so he can ride on the tire swing and we can throw rocks into the river. We have explored the area fully and know it pretty well from those moments, but I wanted to come to know this place intimately by connecting to it quietly, with my body connected to its body, my soul connected mindfully to its center.
The autumn-colored leaves I would kick away from the foot path were long gone, returned to the Earth. Their crunchy selves had surrendered completely and I had missed that process.
Then I stepped into a spot off the path, by a small stream to sit and write and I realized I hadn’t missed the process at all. I stepped onto what looked like Earth and instead, I was stepping into a pile of leaves that was choosing to merge with the soil. My choice to take a moment or two or sixty to be in a space of quiet soulfulness was graciously allowing me to become a part of the process, too.
I discovered how deeply they had piled themselves up, creating a soft sofa and pillows just for me so that I could sit upon them and experience them, their luscious returning-to-dirt-scent. They seemed to giggle as I sat down with my paper and pink notepaper and trusty black mirado warrior and started to move it, contentedly, along the page.
In that moment it was as if the leaves hugged me, welcoming my reality to rise up and meet my longing, leftover from months ago when I was in a time of profound sadness, a time when I wasn’t able to settle into their crackly, crisp newly fallen selves. Instead, I got to sit upon their softened not quite moist selves.
It was then that I heard the unsurrendered leaves, the ones still on the trees that pushed against one another, applauding my return. It is like those leaves held on, bravely, past their amber-golden time to their withered crusty selves so I could hear my message.
Divinity says, “Be with me. Trust. Follow my lead. Don’t try so hard, but do know the strategy that works best, beloved one.”
I felt an exclamation point rise up as two trucks rumbled past and the wind blew and suddenly I was aware that my stomach was telling me of its hunger.
The exclamation was part celebration as I heard the words “Beloved one!” and knew Divinity meant me.
I sat, still, for a moment, just being with the leaves and the trees and the water. I heard a frog singing her song. I smiled in gratitude.
I wrote:
Sometimes surrender comes quickly and sometimes the holding on, like the crusty withered leaves held on, is the surrender. It is in the unknowing of whether or not its right or wrong and being ok with it no matter which way the judgment or comparison lands that holds the power of truth.
Today, do I go deeper? I asked. Do I go further on the path, closer to the larger parts of the river, or did I get what I was supposed to get here, on my leaves-turning-to-dirt sofa.
I smelled the leaves below me, supporting me. I heard the wind play my ears like a drum and the grass and leaves pirouetting and doing a grande jete or many grande jetes. I watched a plane use the air as a mattress. A man with a grey covered hood covering his head and speckled deck shoes covering his feet walked silently behind my surrendered leaf throne.
SUVs and pick up trucks a stone’s throw away rumbled past, separated by steel from all this wonder right here, oh so close.
Did any of the drivers or passengers capture the bright pink of my shirt out of the corner of their eye, strikingly out of context in this place I sat, deeply entrenched in awe?
It doesn’t matter whether they do or do not, but I prayed for each of them anyway.
I realized then that although I hadn’t gone deeper on the path, I had gone deeper.
My heart was swollen with joy.
I wasn’t too late. I was right on time.
Chocolate cupcake dipped in ganache with a marshmallow meringue frosting topped with graham crackers from Ivey Cake in Franklin, Tennessee
ماذا ترى ؟
- أرى سماء وسحب - قبل مئة سنة
- أرى انه سيتم انجازه - قبيل الانشاء
-أرى جسر عادي ، ايش فيه !- الان
في يوم من الايام
كان هذا الجسر
خارج التوقعات والخيالات
ثم خيال وتوقع وهدف
والان واقع محض
العبور على الهواء
هذا ما أراه أنا
Enter a world where reality is defied by ones imagination and creativity...
A collage of two images generated in Abode Photoshop CS2...
Location: Manchester, England, UK.
Aldrea's lucid dreaming training technique.
I write on myself as a reminder to verify whether I'm awake. Every time I look at my arm now, I think "Am I awake?". And now, in my dreams if I look at my arm, I can usually determine if I'm dreaming!
A certain someone who shall remain nameless (Ian) has been pointing out that there is a noticeable lack of pictures reflecting reality on this photostream, reality being that we are socked in the middle of the one of the coldest and snowiest winters we have ever had. Tonight its minus 39, tomorrow the high is supposed to be minus 43 (the high?), and tomorrow night minus 45. It could be worse, we could be in Saskatoon where I think its supposed to be minus 51 tomorrow. I cant make this stuff up. And its MARCH! Where is that damn groundhog?
More of mylittleecho somewhere in between realities at norcalcosplaygatherings
Strobist details: a Godox TT600 into a 10x24 stripbox to the right, bare TT600 with a steel blue gel to the left, triggered by an XProO in the hotshoe. Used a split diopter prism to add some of that prism-vision effect.
The Tech Policy Lab: Ryan Calo, Tadayoshi Kohno, Franziska Roesner, Batya Friedman; Bryce Clayton Newell, Tamara Denning, Emily McReynolds, Lassana Magassa, Jesse Woo
Augmented Reality (“AR”) is the enhancement of human perception through overlaying technologies that can expand, annotate and even record the user's moment-to-moment experience. Though still in its relative infancy, augmented reality promises systems that can aid people with mobility or other limitations, providing real-time information about their immediate environment as well as hands-free obstacle avoidance, language translation, instruction and much more. But augmented reality will also bring challenges for law, public policy and privacy, especially pertaining to how information is collected and displayed. UW’s Tech Policy Lab has developed a unique multidisciplinary analysis process to address these challenges, examining the technology and creating recommendations for policymakers.