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"The dragonfly, in almost every part of the world #symbolizes #change and change in the #perspective of #self #realization; and the kind of change that has its source in #mental and #emotional #maturity and the #understanding of the #deepermeaning of #life"
#treasure #nikon moment of the day #dragonfly ...rarely can I get these shots, especially #babywearing I truly see that moment as a judgment of #selfawareness and I #passed !! :) #blue #green #macro #bokeh #combo
I was standing alone, not sure of what I really wanted to do with my camera. I needed a distraction, an opportunity to understand, to realize...none, but myself. It needed some self admittance that I was willing to look for flaws in a system that I believed were governed by principles of fairness. I am flawed, I just needed some courage. This photograph was taken a few days ago. I didn't like it as much. When I looked at it today, I liked it. I liked my flaws. They were nice to have. They made me feel who I am. As the Sun set, dark clouds welcomed a what was to be torrential and stormy evening. I noticed this solitary bird flying towards a mass of dark clouds, fearless in its journey, with a solitary objective to reach home. I sincerely wished the bird a safe passage...in its flight there was left behind some courage for me to pick up...
Gift shop at Self-Realization Fellowship's Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles. [12 of 12]
Extended rebel edition of the Meisho Movie Realization series includes...
- Hyakushou Luke
- Hidenka Leia
- Kendo Han
Put your own spin to an existing design/concept/idea to make it your own!
I once asked a neighbor if he ever plans to sell his car, an older model Cadillac that he keeps in immaculate condition. He laughed and said he intended to be buried in the car. His attachment was obvious and his answer predictable. I think he felt the car somehow defined him. I was thinking yesterday about the images that define us as photographers. Suppose Flickr instituted a policy whereby you could post only a single photo. Would you have one in mind? It's rhetorical I suppose but it does make you think. It brought to mind my session with Jill in this windswept cornfield back in October. We were almost frantic in the days leading up to the shoot knowing that the corn might be harvested at any moment and our opportunity would be lost. Little did we know that the corn would linger until just yesterday, December 11. I passed by this field and noticed it had been reduced to stubble as the harvesters had cut down the stalks the night before. The corn had served its purpose, both for this and subsequent shoots. But I was still hit with a moment of wistful sadness that the scene had been destroyed. Same feeling I get when a favorite abandonment is demolished. Anyway I came across this image while looking back through the session folder. While several different poses were developed, it was this scarecrow scene that I had pictured in my mind for some years beforehand. We worked up to this moment gradually with several preliminary poses. When the moment finally arrived and Jill took her position in the cornfield with outstretched arms, my heart was literally racing. The realization of my vision was electrifying. Determined not to blow this, I shot from many angles, not knowing what would work best. At one point, while balancing atop a wobbly stepladder, I pulled out my smartphone to shoot some quick video sequences. In a moment of inspiration (or guidance from the universe) I switched the iPhone to still picture mode and fired off a few frames. Just as my neighbor views his Cadillac, I think this single frame defines me as a photographer. If I'm ever asked to exhibit just a single photo, this is the one.
See more of model JillyJames (in much less somber settings) here: www.modelmayhem.com/4259916
Watch the video based on this session on youtube:
As I was in good shape this morning and it cleared up beautifully, I was really glad to find that many insects including this butterfly(Painted Lady) in the photo florisugenting or sipping the honey busily. You may remember this flower which is called mizosoba in Japanese, which I uploaded on October 14th. To use the same expression insects were tempted by the sunshine to go out on a beautiful autumn morning.
My new set of butterflies see here please.
First afternoon off work because I felt like it...upon arrival...the realization that idle time is a burden set in...the mind wanders...there was only one solution...take a walk with the MKIII and the 100-400mm. After about 15 minutes in the still 85 Deg F heat I was done...my first thoughts on what to call this shoot was "Butterflies & B.S." A Variety of Things Seen.
There had been a passing shower and the Rose of Sharon blooms were neatly rolled away...awaiting the Sun's return.
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Your own Self-Realization is the greatest service you can render the world. Ramana Maharshi.
Ramana Maharshi (30 December 1879 – 14 April 1950) was a Hindu sage and jivanmukta. He was born Venkataraman Iyer, but is most commonly known by the name Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi.
He was born in what is now Tiruchuli, Tamil Nadu, India. In 1895, an attraction to the holy hill Arunachala and the 63 Nayanars was aroused in him, and in 1896, at the age of 16, he had a "death-experience" where he became aware of a "current" or "force" (avesam) which he recognised as his true "I" or "self", which he later identified with Ishvara. This resulted in a state that he later described as "the state of mind of Iswara or the jnani". Six weeks later he left his uncle's home in Madurai, and journeyed to the holy mountain Arunachala, Tiruvannamalai, where he took on the role of a sannyasin (though not formally initiated), and remained for the rest of his life.
He soon attracted devotees who regarded him as an avatar and came to him for darshan ("the sight of God"), and in later years an ashram grew up around him, where visitors received upadesa ("spiritual instruction") by sitting silently in his company and raising their concerns and questions. Since the 1930s his teachings have been popularised in the West, resulting in worldwide recognition as an enlightened being.
Ramana Maharshi approved to a number of paths and practices, but recommended self-enquiry as the principal means to remove ignorance and abide in Self-awareness, together with bhakti (devotion) or surrender to the Self. Source Wikipedia.
Sunrise
Taken at 05:20 AM - real time - 04:20 GMT
SUVA House, Extension and Alteration of an Apartment and Office Building
Herzog & de Meuron
Basel, Switzerland
Project 1988-1990, realization 1991-1993
Photos have a way of triggering lost memories that might otherwise have remained deeply repressed, likely forever. Happens to me all the time. I quick scroll back through the photos on my phone is all it takes. It's a wonderful mental exercise, especially for aging and often forgetful brains like mine. Gives me a perverse sense of optimism that so many detailed memories remain intact despite the abject failure of my mental retrieval system. Again, absent the photos, I wouldn't even have many of the memories, and certainly not all of the nuance. It's a huge motivator to shoot more photos when I'm out and about, even if the subjects seem trivial in the moment. They might prove much more significant in a year or two in terms of filling in the mental gaps.
In the case of this old carriage barn, I found myself here in the worst possible lighting conditions. I much prefer shooting abandoned buildings under overcast skies. I'm always looking for skies that complement my subjects. But the universe landed me here on a day filled with bright sunshine, and who am I to argue? Somewhere in the middle of the shoot it occurred to me these photos were no longer about the barn, but the shadows being cast upon it by adjacent trees. It's like looking at the negative space rather than an actual object. That realization changed everything. The brilliant sun, which normally creates a sense of cheerfulness, was now conspiring to distort the underlying visual with an ominous mood. Best of all, the old barn was now darkly contextualized in a way that I could not even have imagined when I first approached it. And a rich tapestry of memory encapsulated in a single photo.
I cross over this lake nearly every day, driving my car along a causeway at 50+ mph. I always gaze out across the water to look at the sky. Impulsively last evening I decided to pull over on the drive home from work. I had my camera. and the clouds were forming a nice backdrop. Outside of the car, the place takes on an entirely different atmosphere. I was overwhelmed by the stillness. I'm so accustomed to flying across here at high speed it actually felt weird to just be standing at the water's edge. I felt the breeze coming over the open water and hitting me square in the face, not intense but unrelenting. The breeze brought forth the not unpleasant smell of nature, of water, another thing lost to the passing motorist. I could hear sea birds squawking overhead; I always wonder why they come so far inland. The ripples in the water were coming straight toward me, pushed by the wind. It gave the sense that I was moving as if in a canoe. Off in the distance I could hear the sound of passing cars and trucks, and suddenly they seemed oddly of place when just a few minutes ago it was me who felt oddly out of place. It was a wonderful realization.
back in 9th grade, when I had a hard time finding friends I could count on and used to spend my days being home alone, my mum gave me a card for my birthday with this quote on it: "Good friends are like stars - you don't always see them, but you know they are always there." (unknown author). I had it on my wall and it gave me a comforting feeling whenever I looked at it. somehow I knew that one day, that quote would be true.
exactly five years later I was sitting on the wall of a ruin on top of a hill in the middle of the night, surrounded by my friends, to party into my birthday. and suddenly I remembered that quote. and I realized that it had become true. in that moment, some of my friends were present and others weren't, but I knew that all of them would always be there for me, whether I could see them or not. I took this photograph just before we left, without second thoughts, and forgot about it until I got my films developed. it wasn’t until now that I realized how well all that would go together.
my scanner created the "stars"
september 17, 2010
The 1940 Hepworth's London studio was bombed. Although she spent a good deal more time in Cornwell, it was not a good period for work. War is not an ideal precondition for commissions. But out of the horror came this colourful work, with echos of the scallop shell and Cornwell's deep blue waters.
In an essay on sculpture in 1937 Hepworth had written:
"Full sculptural expression is spatial - it is the three dimensional realization of an idea, either by mass or by space construction. The materials for sculpture are unlimited in their vaiety of quality, tenseness and aliveness. But for the imaginative idea to be fully and freely projected into stone, wood or any plastic substance, a complete sensibility to the material - an understanding of its inherent quality and character - is required. There must be a perfect unity between the idea, the substance and the dimension: this unity gives the scale. The idea - the imaginative concept - actually is the giving of life and vitality to material."
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox overhead. AB800 open behind backdrop of white faux suede.Triggered by Cybersync.
Mural entitled "Realization of Your Own Creation" by Nychos aka @nychos, seen at 694 Mateo Street in the Arts District of Los Angeles, California.
Photo by James aka Urbanmuralhunter on that other photo site.
Edit by Teee.
By chance, I was attracted by this building without knowing that it was the last realization of Henri Gaudin.
2015 ©MichelleCourteau
Wie entscheiden Sie ?
Mit Herz oder Verstand, mit Intuition oder genauer Analyse ihres Zeitbudgets ?
Vielleicht hilft eine neue Erkenntnis von Forschern weiter : Je mehr es zu bedenken gibt, desto weniger sollte man darüber nachdenken.
Klingt paradox. Aber das ist kluges Entscheiden häufig.
How do you decide?
With heart or understanding, with intuition or exact analysis of your time budget? Perhaps a new realization of researchers helps: The more it to consider gives, the less should think one about it. Sounds paradoxical. But that is frequent intelligent deciding.
this collage was made up of several other photos i've taken during this month, assembled together, to convey one statement....
view LARGE for extra realization.
Oh SHIP you. I dislike you.
I've come to the realization that I hate building SHIPs. I don't find them fun, interesting, or nearly as intellectually stimulating as Brick figures--which are supplanting vignettes as my preferred building style.
Like last year, I won't be finishing this SHIP, although I built more than I previously have. This SHIP rests just over 75 studs, but it's largely unfinished in the front section (including the rest of it!).
In addition to the reasons stated above, I also don't have the time to devote to it; as my building schedule is incredibly cramped at the moment. I'm building for an upcoming convention (that I'll elaborate more on soon with a different photo), building for Brickworld Chicago 2016, building for magazines, and designing many builds in my head that I won't even be made for months. Additionally, to top it off, my laptop died (incidentally with all my photo hard-copies, save a few recent builds) and now I'm forced to use the worst designed system ever...Windows 8...without my preferred photo editing software...*shutter*
On the flip side, I have been constructing the best brick figures I've ever built, both in design and beauty, and so I hope to start showing them off soon.
Some of the most profound realizations occur while walking alone on remote paths like these. Every species, regardless of its scale, lives an ephemeral life so beautifully and inextricably entangled that the loss of even one ripples through the entire ecosystem and eventually the Earth itself. It is a fragile reality that often eludes human comprehension until the consequences become stark.
While out here, I watched a butterfly feeding on nectar and began wondering about the 'why' of it all. What is the purpose of a butterfly at 2250m? To pollinate. Why pollination here? So the alpine flora may thrive. Why must the flora thrive? To sustain the bees and the soil. And so it went on and on, endlessly.
In that moment, I realized I would never truly grasp the full depth of this design. I saw that my own presence, my breath, my footsteps, my very gaze, altered this delicate balance in its own unique way. And ultimately, the 'I' in my head simply reduced to nothing.
(TMS) Ocean Beach Luxury JPS
The most beautiful and detailed (TMS)Ocean Beach ever seen on Second Life.Interiors and exteriors completely redesigned.A lot of working hours were needed to make this boat and about 50 textures have been applied.
Reflections, luminosity and alpha totally revised, but you do not have to worry because to apply all this you will have to do only one simple operation:
drag a script from the inventory to over your Ocean Beach . Just a simple mouse movement and your new boat will be ready to sail in the Linden seas. ⛵⛵⛵
Do you want see this? Come here : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Faracity/163/251/25
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Anti-Stylistic Realizations.
Mae darganfyddiadau tonnau a brofir yn barhaus yn erbyn gwreichion a ddanfonir gwifrau copaon anhysbys enfawr yn chwythu grymoedd damweiniau,
riflettere congetture paure intense indagini slitta decadenza tende sezionate semplificate tessuti incessanti pareti sostanziali,
toezicht vreemde tekens achteruitgang oude begraafplaatsen labyrinten diepe douane duisternis oude winkels geheimzinnige dichter arbeid geluiden omzoomde valleien,
ri alto planos ociosos cansando camponeses personagens absurdos ventos ocultos sorrisos intocáveis anos fabulosos mares primitivos ternos instantâneos,
ad compescendos animi par persuadendum accommodata Ex Melodiae deprauationem de naviculas hallucinating dubiis solere vestigia sistunt varieque luminaria mirifice referens adinventionem facito,
ちらっと見た目は物語を聞いた巨大な月邪悪な夜滅びる悪魔最も暗い嵐痴漢されたビジョンステルスな動き群れ顔運命旅行者.
Steve.D.Hammond.
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Taken when I shot a few photos for Jilted. This was one of the first shots I took.
There was something about this one for me that made me add it to the set. It's not perfect, but looking at this, it doesn't feel like it's a self-portrait.
I'm going to upload an alternate crop, see how that looks. No, I will keep it this way. The 'un-posed', caught off guard look of this works for me.
Hope you're not bored with these yet :P
Newer work for Jilted soon.
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A beautiful garden does not need to be big, but it should be the realization of one’s dream, even though it is only a couple of square metres large and it is situated on a balcony”.
So explained Captain Neil Mc Eacharn, the man who created these marvellous gardens. Many thousands of plants, brought from the far corners of the world, and rare collections, some of them unique in Europe and acclimatized after long laborious efforts, have been arranged with art in this beautiful setting, between the mountains and the lake.
In facts, back in 1931 the Scottish Captain decided to buy the estate called “La Crocetta” from the Marquise of Sant’Elia to transform it into a specimen of English Garden, situated in a strip of Italy which could remind him of his native Scotland, though it has more softness and wealth of tones. This work had to meet two basic requirements: the aesthetical and the botanical one. Botanical exigencies, as the different vegetations had to find the most ideal conditions of ground and climate. The stages of the creation of the new gardens saw different working stages, until their termination in 1940.
Amongst the most significant works are: the “Valletta”, created by large scale excavations; the irrigation plant, fed by water pumped directly from the lake to a reservoir from which it is conveyed to the furthest limits of the garden; the Terraced Gardens with waterfalls, swimming pool, water lily and lotus pools; the Winter Garden and the Bog Garden; ornamental fountains and water sprays.
Having, so, realized his garden, which he named Villa Taranto in memory of an ancestor Marshall McDonald, on whom Napoleon conferred the Dukedom of Taranto, Captain Mc Eacharn wanted to ensure that his work would be continued after him and with great generosity presented it to the Italian State.
The burden of maintaining the estate was taken over by the Ente Giardini Botanici Villa Taranto “Cap. Neil Mc Eacharn” after the founder’s death on April 18, 1964. He was buried in a chapel - mausoleum built for the purpose, in the gardens. In the same mausoleum now rest also the estate’s administrator Antonio Cappelletto and his family. The purpose of this Ente is to preserve for Italy and the world this incomparable botanical treasure and its natural beauties.
When visiting the gardens, one can find dream landscapes and captivating reflections in the water of mysterious flowers, sacred to Egyptian mythology. From the romantic Valletta to the carpets of heathers, from the hot-houses with the “Victoria Amazonica” to the Azalea, Maple, Rhododendron and Camellia avenues, from the rare lilies and the gardens of Dahlias with more than 300 varieties to the myriad hues of spring blooms, against the background of the Italian Garden or in the mellow glow of autumn, VILLA TARANTO rewards the visitor with endless scenes of changing beauty and deep inner poetry.
"The Buddha is said to have given a 'silent sermon' once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. After a while, one of those present, a monk called Mahakasyapa, began to smile. He is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon. According to legend, that smile (that is to say, realization) was handed down by twenty eight successive masters and much later became the origin of Zen."
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
و مثل بادبزن، ذهن، سطح روشن گل را
گرفته بود به دست
و باد می زد خود را.
سهراب سپهری
Another realization of MultiOutLiners project www.lightpainters.com/archive/lpwa/publication/115/index.htm
Wanna draw with light alike pen on paper? Check link above :)
Camera trigger and assitance by Nikolay Trebukhin www.flickr.com/photos/yo_hoho/
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"n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk." - From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.
A photo of a canna flower today. And I'm a little perplexed with this image.
Lately I've started to utilize LAB color space in PS, and to wonderful effect. It lets me bring up certain colors without altering the whole pic. And it lets me up the contrast without greying out details. It's really very powerful!
However, it doesn't always translate fully to jpeg. The LAB color space has far more colors than RGB - which is what jpeg uses. Normally this isn't a problem, but when I converted this back to RGB to save it as a jpeg, the colors faded a little. I've never had this problem before, and am a little bummed about it. Now, I know. You're thinking: 'But Jake, those colors are already so vibrant! How could you need more color?' Well, all I will say is these flowers were amazing. Even more vivid than this image does them credit.
I futzed around for a good while trying to figure out how to 'fix' the image in jpeg so it would look like the LAB version, but to no avail. All I managed was to apply some tweaks that got me closer. So this will have to do.
Please don't misunderstand me; it's still a great image. I just wish I had been able to present you with the version I saw.
Well, I hope you like it.
While the fog was pulled away by the constant pull of the ocean's current, a time of realization began to come upon her. A realization she was unable to express, but it meant something to her, and only her. Slowly she came out of her state she had been trapped in for years prior.
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Whoa. A lot of realization has happened in the past day or so. Some of my close friends and I were talking about Instagram, Flick, etc. and it was brought up how negatively I use them with all my rantings and such. As much as I'd like to deny it, I have to agree. It seems as if I'm never happy, so I owe all you guys a big apology. I'm still not as satisfied with my work, along with this photo, but instead go whining about it, I need to evaluate what I'm doing wrong and fix it next time. For example, this picture has a wacky composition. The angle I shot at is way off. What I'm getting at is I now know the steps I need to take in order to improve and get the quality shot I'm hoping for.
Also, sorry for a late post. As soon as I came home from shooting I took a nap and didn't wake up till 9 pm.
Through life we dig ourselves a deep hole, that symbolize who we are. It can be really hard to get up from it, even though we realize that we have changed.
What circumstances made us like this? When we realize why the hole is shaped like it is, then we might find a way to climb up from it.
It´s not until now I feel like I have the power to become who I really want to be.