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Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
"Rainer Maria Rilke"
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WIDE ANGLE - MINIMALISM is the Topic for Friday 28th October 2011
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Ink and marker on bristol
This piece and my other new work can be seen at the Heights Modern Home Gallery in Houston, TX. The opening reception is Saturday December 5 from 4-6 pm. The show will run through the month of December. Details:
Heights Modern Home
540 W 19th St
Houston, TX 77008
713-880-1160
Alternate edit of the previous image.
Photographed on Ilford FP4+ and developed in PMK
Camera used: Intrepid 8x10 with the f4.5 Kodak Ektar 12" lens. Exact exposure details not recorded, but probably 20 seconds or more at f22 or thereabouts.
I’ve recently had a realization about the tree roots work I’ve been doing in the Marys River over the past 7 years: there’s a connection between what I’m doing (the act of wading deep in the river to make the photographs, perhaps more than the photographs themselves) and something from my distant past that apparently I’ve never really come to terms with. This is difficult to talk about.
When I was maybe 7 or 8 we were spending the summer at the family’s cottage - my mother and brother and I. We had a cat with us that summer (a cat I remember nothing about - no name, nothing, which is surprising) and she was pregnant. One warm summers evening, she gave birth to 4 or 5 kittens. I have a vague memory of the cat giving birth in a cardboard box under the kitchen sink. The next thing I remember is my mother carrying a pillowcase with something in it down to the lake and telling me not to follow her. But I did follow her a few moments later, in time to see her holding the pillowcase under the water. The only thing I remember after that is that she cried about what had happened. I didn’t understand what she’d done, or what happened to the kittens. She’d drowned them, of course. We couldn’t keep them - we didn’t have the financial resources to care for so many cats (and I doubt my father would have tolerated them). I don’t remember if my mother explained what happened or if I just figured it out, but I understood, and I was changed by this understanding. I couldn’t understand how my mother could have done such a thing. It created a huge question mark in my psyche about the nature of our species that I wouldn’t have any kind of answer for until much later in my life.
I’ve realized there’s some psychological connection between my memory of this event and my exploring the river to make photographs of the trees, reaching into the water with their arms/roots. It makes me think of my mother’s arms holding that pillowcase underwater. It’s shocking how events from our early lives shape who we become and guide our pursuits in later life.
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...
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.
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!
Gift shop at Self-Realization Fellowship's Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles. [12 of 12]
Link to original posting of this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/seasideshooter/4747556657/
I don't often mention when one of my photos is published or sold but the recent realization that I have gotten far away from what got me into photography in the first place, in search of that close-up, hair counting wildlife shot, has me back-peddaling to rediscover my roots but with much more skill. At heart I am a photojournalist and a writer who wants to document history, not eyeballs.
A NOTE FROM THE NEWSPAPER:
From: RBurns@thedailyworld.com [mailto:RBurns@thedailyworld.com]
"P.S.: The osprey photo you sent to me is fantastic. By far one of the best action shots of a bird I've seen in ages. "
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:
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
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.
Please do not use without my explicit permission
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Walter C Snyder
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox overhead. AB800 open behind backdrop of white faux suede.Triggered by Cybersync.
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
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.
The Vietnam Traveling Memorial Wall is a 3/5 scale replica of the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC. It stands six feet tall at the center and covers almost 300 feet from end to end. 58,195 names of fallen servicemen and women are inscribed on it.
This Traveling Memorial stands as a reminder of the great sacrifices made during the Vietnam War. It was made for the purpose of helping heal and rekindle friendships and to allow people may not be able to make the trip to Washington DC the opportunity to visit and honor loved ones in their home town.
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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.
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.
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.
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As the glass falls to the ground, Matt comes to the realization that he is not in the place he thought he was. No this place is a lab. The chemicals around him distort his senses even more than they were before. A man steps out of a fog-like haze that was in front of Matt's already hindered vision. The man is wearing a mask to cover his face and a long cape to cover his body. Matt deduces that the large cape and cloak around the man is probably to hide the frail physic of his body. The mask however is a strange decision as obviously with Matt's lack of mask the man knows that Matt is blind. The man breaks the silence with a chilling and almost inhuman voice.
"Ah, you're awake and out of your cell. A shame you had to break your cell. Those did cost so much money to install."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, that's right, you might not remember me, seeing how the last time we talked you were under the impression of my new fear-inducing chemicals. My name is Mister Fear, obviously not my real name, but that's all you get for the time being."
"Where am I and why am I here?"
"You Matt, or should I call you Daredevil?"
"..."
"You, Daredevil, are here in my lab, just outside Hell's Kitchen, to be my test subject."
"Test subject?"
"Ah yes, like I said, my fear-inducing chemical. I prefer chemical over toxin as it sounds less cynical, but that's not important. What is important is the side effects of the chemical. The very real dream, or nightmare to be more specific, state you are put in is the result of the chemical."
"Why me?"
"'The Man Without Fear.' That's what they call you. I just had to test that. To my surprise, and mild enjoyment I found that the title is just a newspaper worthy title. 'The Man with Little Fear,' that doesn't really sell papers, now does it?"
Matt steps back to the wall and as discretely as possible grabs a piece of glass that was still connected to the wall.
"My pain will no longer be an outlet for your amusement!"
Matt charges at Mister Fear with the glass shard aimed towards the man's head. Mister Fear dodges the first swing, but unfortunately for him gets hit by the second swing which connected to his side. The pain of the cut caused the man to fall to the floor in pain and grab his side.
"No! Please!"
"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.
Another realization of MultiOutLiners project www.lightpainters.com/archive/lpwa/publication/115/index.htm
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Camera trigger and assitance by Nikolay Trebukhin www.flickr.com/photos/yo_hoho/
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"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
Kintsugi; Spirited Beyond "Made with Care"
Sonder: The Realization That Everyone Has A Story
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...en concert au Noumatrouff - Mulhouse le 28/05/2022
Un Blues-Rock roots et moderne
"Circle of Mud" nait sous l'impulsion de Gino Monachello aux guitares et lapsteel, rejoint par Flo Bauer au chant et à la guitare, puis par une section rythmique de choc, à savoir Mathieu Zirn à la batterie et Franck Bedez à la basse.Le tout dirigé d'une main de maître par David Husser, prodige de la réalisation. Le groupe nous livre un Blues-Rock roots et moderne, apprécié autant des passionnés que des non-initiés. C'est la force de ce projet : délivrer une musique accessible et profonde à la fois. "Circle of Mud" sort son premier album le 22 Octobre 2021.Cerise sur le gâteau : le groupe signe son premier opus chez Dixiefrog Records, label référence dans le milieu du Blues en France.
VIDEOS :
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yc5ft08OUyM
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DlwAof7tmk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SBqWKTX0IpY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDRHDuY45w
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wad-2Jpo6uk
A Blues-Rock roots and modern
"Circle of Mud" was born under the impulse of Gino Monachello on guitars and lapsteel, joined by Flo Bauer on vocals and guitar, then by a shocking rhythm section, namely Mathieu Zirn on drums and Franck Bedez on bass. All directed with a masterful hand by David Husser, prodigy of realization. The band gives us a Blues-Rock roots and modern, appreciated as much by the enthusiasts as the uninitiated. This is the strength of this project: delivering accessible and deep music at the same time. Circle of Mud" released its first album on October 22, 2021.Cherry on the cake: the band signs its first album with Dixiefrog Records, a leading label in the French blues industry.
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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.
77/365
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.
Realization broke into a grin on the soldier's face. "Really? Then I am really, really happy for you. This day has been a long time coming. And I bet you've also been holding in that 'late' line for a while."
Liza grinned as well, the euphoria of her completed task bubbling through her tranquil mood and coming out with a laugh.
"You have no idea how hard it was to get this assignment before I leave. Eventually I persuaded Gikhor that we could celebrate the royal wedding by freeing Mythron of a corrupt politician and the Organization of rogue debtor at the same time."
Sven nodded. "Well, if you can tell the story as we walk, Dame Assassin, the Krak lies waiting for the morning tide to take you to Consord, and my cabin is a more comfortable place to spend the night than any tavern in this port. Shall we?"
"We shall."
Taking Sven's arm and beginning a recap of her day's adventures, Liza continued on through the celebrating city.