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Hhmmm... There seem to be more flamingo reflections in the water than in reality on land. :)
Have a fantastic day, everyone...
“Then suddenly comes the awakening to a new level of experience. The soul one day begins to realize, in a manner completely unexpected and surprising, that in this darkness it has found the living God. One’s being is overwhelmed with the sense that He is there and that His love is surrounding and absorbing the soul on all sides. In fact, He has been there all the time—but He was utterly unknown. Now He is recognized. At that instant, there is no other important reality but God, infinite Love. Nothing else matters. The darkness remains as dark as ever and yet, somehow, it seems to have become brighter than noonday. The soul has entered a new world, a world of rich experience that transcends the level of all other knowledge and all other love. From then on one’s whole life is transformed. Although externally sufferings and difficulties and labor may be multiplied, the soul’s interior life has become completely simple. It consists of one thought, one preoccupation, one love: GOD ALONE.”
- Thomas Merton from The Inner Experience
Once in a while I like to transform reality and bring a little magic into it! Blue Ridge Parkway, January 2017
In the boundless landscape of pixel world, magic thrives, unconstrained by the limitations of reality. It is a realm where the impossible becomes possible. Aardvark always sprinkle a little bit of that magic into our world, coloring the experiences with wonder and possibility.
Owls and bears seem to have intertwined their destinies, a glimpse into a world where nature’s experiments might lead to the emergence of these charming, fantastical creations...
Aardvark: Owlbear
Available at Midnight Order
Aardvark: Polar Bear Necessities
Aardvark: Dreadwood Tree (Gift)
Aardvark Mainstore
K&S: Magic-go-round. Backdrop
*the size of the flowers is almost too small to measure
**they grow in little clusters at the base of the disproportionately large broad dark green leaves
***sorry I cannot send the perfume
from my efforts for this week's Macro Mondays' theme:smell
The hulking great steel bridge above me was contrasted by the big stone arched bridge just down the road. The wide-angle and relative distance make that second bridge look tiny when in reality it was about three floors high. It had a character and volume to it that the newer, steel construction simply didn't.
A car drove past as I took the shot. I wondered what they would think about me. My disordered brain quickly inferred lots of negative things. I tried to think about something else.
"it is obvious from underneath position
that the surface looks different
from that at ground level"
drawing in diorama vision
Drager Meurtant at Museum Ludwig, March 23, 2022
“Which of my photographs is my favorite?
The one I’m going to take tomorrow.”
— Imogen Cunningham
Own image 5689 and textures
HSS !
Art is not a reflection of reality, it is the reality of a reflection.
Jean-Luc Godard
When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.
Georgia O'Keeffe
2021 04 13_4543.jpgt.jpgoo
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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“Winter is like fake love that warms us with its beauty and freezes us with its reality!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
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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)
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) . . . . . . .
An opportunity that was on for some time but 43043 and 43081 were held on the approach to Water Orton and 37059 and 37069 ran a little early so in the end, in reality, it didn't although this is what it could have looked like. The HST's were making that ominous journey to Long Marston from Neville Hill running as 5Z62 while the EE's were on a Derby R.T.C. circular running as 5Z17.
Happy Me Again Monday my Flickr Friends 😊 😊 😍
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
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.
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
В то утро мы специально встали пораньше, чтобы успеть добраться до мыса и встретить рассвет. Никто не знал как близко мы сможем подъехать на машине и сколько нам останется идти пешком. В это время года все дороги заносит приличным слоем снега, и они становятся непроходимыми для автомобилей. Согревшись в машине, я погрузился в дрему. Ямы и прочие дорожные неровности были, вероятно, слишком ничтожными, чтобы стряхнуть ее полностью. Звук закрывшейся двери разбудил меня, и выйдя из машины я оказался на морозе в дубовом лесу по колено в снегу. В свете фар было видно, что машинам было непросто сюда заехать, а также, что впереди нас ждало такое же непростое восхождение пешком. Мы поднимались в гору сквозь дубовый лес. Звук хрустящего снега сменялся звуками шелеста прошлогодних листьев, но неизменными были звуки нашего сопения и кряхтения. Когда перед нами открылся вид на мыс, ощущение реальности куда-то делось. Мне совсем не верилось, что я здесь — стою на краю мира и смотрю на бескрайнее Японское море, где с шумом и рокотом разбиваются в пену волны-громадины. В какой-то момент просто начинает кружиться голова. Творческие души путешественников не выдержали. Все побросали рюкзаки, расставили штативы и точно стайка сурикатов выстроились в одном направлении в попытках поймать идеальный кадр. Я не спешил, наслаждаясь видом и попивая горячий чай с печеньками. Нужно было решить важный вопрос: остаться здесь наверху или спуститься на берег, усеянный пятнистыми и полосатыми камнями, под стать местным представителя фауны. Но внезапно порозовевший горизонт сделал выбор за меня. Начинался рассвет и во мне пробуждалась творческая душа…
That morning we got up early on purpose to get to the cape in time to watch the sunrise. No one knew how close we could get by car and how long we would have to walk. At this time of year, all roads are covered with a decent layer of snow, and they become impassable for cars. Having warmed up in the car, I fell asleep. The potholes and other road imperfections were probably too minor to shake my slumber off completely. The sound of the door closing woke me up, and when I got out of the car I found myself in the cold, in an oak forest, knee-deep in snow. In the light of the headlights it was clear that it was not easy for cars to get here, and also that an equally difficult ascent on foot lay ahead of us. We climbed up the mountain through an oak forest. The sound of crunching snow was replaced by the sounds of rustling last year's leaves, but the sounds of our sniffing and grunting remained unchanged. When the view of the cape opened before us, the sense of reality disappeared somewhere. I couldn’t believe at all that I was here - standing on the edge of the world and looking at the endless Sea of Japan, where huge waves crashed into foam with noise and roar. At some point you just start to feel dizzy. The creative souls of the travelers could not stand it. Everyone dropped their backpacks, set up their tripods and, like a flock of meerkats, lined up in one direction, trying to catch the perfect shot. I took my time, enjoying the view and drinking hot tea with cookies. An important question had to be resolved: to stay up here or go down to the shore, strewn with spotted and striped stones, matching the local fauna. But the suddenly pink horizon made the choice for me. The dawn was beginning and the creative soul was awakening in me...