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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.

The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed.

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Walter C Snyder

A Tricolored Heron's perch sinks into the water.

♫

When you love somebody

They'll always leave too soon

But a memory, a memory

Can make a flower bloom

We wanna be remembered

Don't wanna live in vain

But nothing lasts forever

This world is in a losing game

I wanna mean something to somebody else

Feel a significance in the real world

It's not enough to live out a lucky life

I'm forever chasing after time

But everybody dies, dies

If I could buy forever at a price

I would buy it twice, twice

But if the earth ends in fire

And the seas are frozen in time

There'll be just one survivor

The memory that I was yours

And you were mine

Hair: .Olive. Hair - Moonie

Clothes: !Rebel Hope - Rina Mesh Shirt Dress

Socks: [BB] Sports Socks - Maitreya Lara

Headphones: [The Forge] - Bass Heads White (gacha)

Pose: [DB]Poses - "music on world off"

Manhattan, NYC. This gentleman was actually signaling to his girlfriend (she had gone into the subway entrance behind the window).

Park at Realization Point, take the Range View Trail, which offers views like this. I took this on December 16, and although I took micro spikes, there was no need for them. Usually, this is a snowy trail in December.

The Indian Peaks Wilderness Area is on the horizon. Niwot Ridge, the site of the University of Colorado Mountain Research Station, is also visible.

Boulder Canyon is in the very center of the photo.

Sprague Lake, a man-made lake that soulfully mirrors the Flattop mountains and Hallet peak, is well known for beautiful sunrises on clear days. But on our morning, heavy fog curtailed visibility in the area almost to a naught. Shivering in the wet coldness of the air, Rishabh and I were disappointed at our luckless-ness, especially after waking up at 4AM our biological time.

However, disappointments can be windows to subtle realizations, if only we let the present moment infiltrate our lungs like a mountain gale. Turns out, the fog of that morning was a curtain to another dimension where our unmet expectations, tied hopelessly with their reflections in melancholic brooks, remain confiscated.

realization of an aspiration to reproduce ABQ garage door paintings of the '50's.

For Thomas, self-realization in the larger story calls for a reinvention of ourselves as participating in our genetic relatedness to Earth, as well as in the material elements of the universe. The challenge that Thomas himself underwent by integrating cultural and evolutionary history became his prophetic call. He called humans back from a hyper-individualism trapped in a use-relationship with an objectified, dead world. The three mediations evident in the cultural historical record inspired him to call for a communion experience with the Earth community as continuing the emergence of the universe.

--Thomas Berry, “The Role of the Church in the 21st Century,” in The Christian Future and the Fate of Earth, ed. Mary Evelyn Tucker and John Grim (Maryknoll, N.Y.: Orbis Books, 2009), 58.

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 these little pink wildflowers were glistening in the late afternoon Sun.

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Walter C Snyder

Realization | Discovery

The best things come to those who wait...so I hear :)

Time spent waiting is a playground in which the thoughts of what could or could not be run rampant....a time of self realization.

It's also a perfect time to buy new clothes :D

I am wearing:

Addams // Heaven Tall Boots with Ruffle Sock

Addams // Heaven GemStud Jeans with Belt (w/socks)

Stealthic - Allure Hair

The best realization is often when you are alone staring at a sunset.

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.

The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed as was eye too...like an Angel spreading Its Wings...inviting a path to salvation...to be lifted from the rabble.

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Walter C Snyder

It matters not where I go while moving about in nature. I do not need to take costly trips to far away locations. It would be cool to see Yellowstone, Yosemite, the Grand Canyon and so many other great national parks, but the thought of big summer crowds always keeps me away.

For me, there is still so much to see in the Olympic National Park, Mount Rainier, Mount Baker and the North Cascades, that I truly feel as if my roots will remain home. The next 25 plus years will be here and I like it that way.

I am at peace in any forest setting with moving water near by. The Gray Wolf River above gave me a chance to sit and marvel at how lucky I am to live here in Washington state.

Audio Visual room of an abandoned middle school

Kyrgyzstan

Sometimes you just do not feel like getting up in the morning. This was exactly the case here. After the middle of the night star photography session my body really, really wanted to stay in the warm sleeping bag. But then the realization came over me that this is probably the last time I will see Tien Shen mountains from such a close range. I have stumbled out of the tent. And then this happened…

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Sooner or Later

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.

The Swallowtails were on the Ironweed as was eye too..just throwing poo at the wall...a couple more butterflies.

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Walter C Snyder

Seattle, Washington

Building at Słowackiego 15 was built in the years 1929-1932 - its black and white colors resemble the realizations of the Viennese Secession.

Budynek przy al. Słowackiego 15 powstał w latach 1929–1932 - czarno-białą kolorystyką przypomina realizacje wiedeńskiej secesji.

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You smiled at me

and suddenly

I realized;

until he found

his flower,

the honeybee

did not even begin

to realize

he was a honeybee

at all.

-Tyler Knott Gregson -

II miss you.

I didn't notice until the evening.

I felt a discomfort. I thought it was hunger.

But I ate and it wouldn't go away.

I thought it was boredom.

I went out, joked around,

had a nice evening, but nothing, the discomfort remained.

So I called it sleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep,

so it wasn't even tiredness.

It was then, staring at the ceiling, the realization.

I miss you.

And it doesn't go away.

Paola Felice

.. الغريب .. أنَّ لحظات الإدراك تأتي تعيسة ،،،

Strange .. Moments of realization that comes miserable

.. أسماء ..

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Abdulrahman AL-Dukhaini .. عبدالرحمن الدخيني .

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أحد النتائج من ورشة تصوير البورترية الخارجي مع المبدعين . . .

المصور عبدالله الجوير

المصور ريان الشريف

االمصور مشعل العمران

المودل حمزة المطرد

المودل سلطان المطرد

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white walls studio, studio test shoot.

sydney,

2009

Recommended monitor brightness: 100% in brightly lit rooms; 80-90% in dim light.

National parks are touted as America’s best idea. In some sense, they really are a tremendous idea; these are our rare landscape and wilderness jewels, which must be enjoyed and preserved for generations to come. But if one wanders beyond their wanderlust in our parks’ anthropological history, an unsettling realization comes soon: many of these wonderful parks stand on stolen land. For example, what was once Shoshone-Bannock Tribe’s home is today your and mine Yellowstone national park. Yosemite was poached from Miwoks ruthlessly by the Mariposa Battalion, a formal state militia of non-native men, who were largely miners by trade. Glacier National Park was the home of Blackfeet Indians for ages as was the Grand Canyon of Havasupai, Hopi, Navajo, and Hualapai tribes. I could go on, but you get the point by now. With the exception of Bear Ears, creation of no other national park was sanctified by formal permission of the land’s original inhabitants. Instead, their blood and tears were abundantly used to ink proclamations for these parks.

The hustle doesn’t end there. The steal comes with a bit of silver-foil wrapping of the stolen product as well. We are told –and most of us innocently believe– that these parks are bastions of wilderness. Are they? Today’s Acadia (where the above photo was made) was the key port of activities for the Wabanaki –“the people of the Dawnland”– long before the pilgrims came and proclaimed the area as pristine land. Similarly, every other national park, often showcased as haven of wilderness, have been lived in by aboriginal Indians for thousands of years before. It’s just that these original land keepers did not construct roads, mines, and dams in their land but shaped it instead with deep reverence. The tribal perspective of ‘take care of the land so the land takes care of you’ left the land sustainable and beautifully wild. Today, to the fool and the uninitiated, such respectfully kept land indeed appears virgin wilderness.

Knowing now what you and I do, what shall we do different from here on? The NPS –to its credit– has made a concerted effort in recent years to include local tribes in maintenance and manifestation of the park idea. Alaskan parks are great models for such inclusivity. Also, the recent appointment of Chuck Sams as the first-ever Native American to head the NPS is an overdue nod towards acknowledging true shepherds of these slices of Eden. However, still a lot remains to be done. More than anything else, we all have a responsibility to undertake –as individuals– when we visit these treasured lands of ours. As one cannot be in the Sistine chapel without thinking of Michelangelo, no one should similarly experience Yosemite or Yellowstone without sparing thoughts for their indigenous keepers and architects. And in doing so, we could reconcile –at least partially and at a personal level– with our inherited sins.

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Background for this post: Recently, I got Rishabh a copy of QT Luong’s epic and much celebrated book on National Parks (Treasured Lands), which QT was kind enough to personally inscribe (made Rishabh ecstatic). While enjoying the beautiful book, I realized how little is spoken in popular platforms about issues highlighted above. Hence, my tiny bit of hope here towards an eventual course correction.

Background for this image: You may remember our busted attempt at witnessing an Acadian sunset from the Cadillac mountain. We went back again a couple of days later, this time to find the clouds rampaging the sky in E minor.

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PS: As an annual tradition now, I have curated ten of my personal favorite 2021 images. If two of your minutes need killing, I could give you ten excuses to do so.

Apps used: ProCreate, Stripecam, Plain, iO Crafter, iColorama, Sketchpad, and Superimpose.

Unity is the key, and after the past events its the only thing we need...Or is it?

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qt2vnjjkPo

Imagined golden morning of awakening to a new thought.

In Japan a tōrō is a traditional lantern made of stone, wood, or metal. In Japan, tōrō were originally used only in Buddhist temples, where they lined and illuminated paths. Lit lanterns were then considered an offering to Buddha.

The Garden sits nestled in the West Hills of Portland, Oregon overlooking the city and providing a tranquil, urban oasis for locals and travelers alike. Designed in 1963, it encompasses 12 acres with eight separate garden styles, and includes an authentic Japanese Tea House, meandering streams, intimate walkways, and a spectacular view of Mt. Hood. This is a place to discard worldly thoughts and concerns and see oneself as a small but integral part of the universe.

Born out of a hope that the experience of peace can contribute to a long lasting peace. Born out of a belief in the power of cultural exchange. Born out of a belief in the excellence of craft, evidence in the Garden itself and the activities that come from it. Born out of a realization that all of these things are made more real and possible if we honor our connection to nature.

(japanesegarden.org/about-portland-japanese-garden/)

Realization to start Monday in another week:Love will keep us alive ;o))

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Frannie was a year behind me in High School. She was so cute and vivacious. She still is...

It's wonderful that we are still friends...

Photographed in the Self-Realization Meditation Garden. It is a cliff top garden high above the Pacific Ocean 🌊 in Encinitas California - Cardiff By The Sea

Apps used: ProCreate, Stripecam, iO Crafter, iColorama, Sketchpad, and Superimpose. "I think you can understand the challenge of what Robert Bresson termed "necessary images," especially as it relates to the reduction of the mystery of faith from the broadest of its dimensions to a human 2D image. I have been wrestling with how to move beyond the confines of the iconic and traditional to explore faith and mystery in visual terms that make it intriguing, appealing, and approachable. I suppose it will always be a journey and never a destination"

Natural Garden at the Portland Japanese Garden: The Natural Garden is the most immersive of all gardens. Hidden benches and waiting areas provide spaces to rest and reflect while being surrounded by nature in its idealized form.

The Garden sits nestled in the West Hills of Portland, Oregon overlooking the city and providing a tranquil, urban oasis for locals and travelers alike. Designed in 1963, it encompasses 12 acres with eight separate garden styles, and includes an authentic Japanese Tea House, meandering streams, intimate walkways, and a spectacular view of Mt. Hood. This is a place to discard worldly thoughts and concerns and see oneself as a small but integral part of the universe.

Born out of a hope that the experience of peace can contribute to a long lasting peace. Born out of a belief in the power of cultural exchange. Born out of a belief in the excellence of craft, evidence in the Garden itself and the activities that come from it. Born out of a realization that all of these things are made more real and possible if we honor our connection to nature.

(japanesegarden.org/about-portland-japanese-garden/)

a realization that there really isn't much difference between a hide or a skin, except for a splash of color.

“It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.

Or perhaps a variation of what you once wanted.

Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?”

― Cecelia Ahern

With the glowing embers of a fall day silently slipping away, a trio of once active and useful farm objects stand as quiet sentinels pointing to a past now only alive in the minds of older folks and featured in books celebrating nostalgia.

The metal wheel of an Aermotor Windmill still creaks in a strong breeze when it calls out in vain for oil. A ladder still snuggles upward on the silo, once climbed with swiftness by a young farmer adjusting the blower pipes during silo filling season.

The barn looks like an old farmer worn out by the toil of a lifetime. A damaged roof and broken windows speak of neglect that once would have been an embarrassment to a farmer in its active years.

Someone driving by on the nearby dusty gravel road might give the site a cursory glance but dismiss it as no longer relevant.

When we are young and vibrant, there are vague realizations of a distant future when our life might not be the same but in our busy days of making a living and raising a family we put off thinking very much about what is inevitably coming.

However, when our working days cease, things begin to change. Sure, we have more time on our hands to do certain hobbies or pursue interests like gardening or traveling. But there are other subtle changes that many of us find more difficult to admit or accept.

Losing our relevance to younger generations can be one of those challenges. We often discover our adult sons and daughters now seek out the advice of others before asking us for our opinion on their life decisions.

And, if we don’t keep up with technology or social trends, we soon realize our grown children or older grandchildren find our ignorance humorous and we laugh along with them.

But deep inside we realize our sphere of influence in life is declining and won’t return.

(Photographed near Stacy, MN)

captured in palma de mallorca, this photo depicts the silhouette of a man deep in thought, with the shadow of a street lamp cast above him. in german, there is a saying "ein licht geht auf," which means "a light goes on" when someone finds a solution or understands something. the interplay of light and shadow in this image beautifully symbolizes the moment of realization and clarity.

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