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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 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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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.
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 -
.. الغريب .. أنَّ لحظات الإدراك تأتي تعيسة ،،،
Strange .. Moments of realization that comes miserable
.. أسماء ..
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Nikon D90
F/1.8
Shutter speed : 1/80
iso :200
Lens :85 mm
Abdulrahman AL-Dukhaini .. عبدالرحمن الدخيني .
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أحد النتائج من ورشة تصوير البورترية الخارجي مع المبدعين . . .
المودل حمزة المطرد
المودل سلطان المطرد
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The sudden realization that 'vegan' wasn't a choice on the menu of life!
This owlet was photographed in the wild, non raptor show, non baited, non zoo!
On the far right is the 'down arrow'- click on that to open 'original' size... click 'open' on original size and then hit F11 on keyboard for full screen effect...
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"
a realization that there really isn't much difference between a hide or a skin, except for a splash of color.
This is the realization of a trip I have been wanting to do for a long time...
A trio of Deseret Power Railway E60Cs departs the Deserado Mine loadout near Dinosaur, CO with the morning loads for the Bonanza Power Plant near Bonanza, UT. The train will take about an hour to cover the 35 miles between the two points on a line with no rail connections.
I suppose the employee in the truck was wondering what I was up to, but when he saw me scrambling to pack up to get to the next location, he smiled and said "better hurry."
Taken from public property.
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.
Shortly after the beating, Johnathan has a realization of who he should have joined forces with... A big threat he would gain a reputation for working for... Someone powerful... Someone like... ~Scarecrow
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LORN - All Corrupt Everything
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LORN - stunning video!
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always remember - † Forever Lasts The Longest †
if you believe in me i will love you endlessly
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.
the heart-shaped nucleus in the white blood cell shows that it is a young monocyte cell.
*Working Towards a Better World
I just spent a few hours working on uploading 2 photos to my website to have the electricity fail on me, so lost everything and have to go back to square one!!! So I will upload one at a time in the hope that this does not happen again!
The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them. - Anon
Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure. - George E. Woodberry
Unless you do something beyond what you’ve already mastered, you will never grow. - Ronald E. Osborne
The harder the struggle the more glorious the triumph.
Self-realization demands very great struggle. -
Swami Sivananda
Don't cry over the past, it's gone. Don't sress about the future, it hasn't arrived. Live in the present and make it beautiful. -
Anon
Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet; a happy marriage has the tranquillity of a lovely sunset. -
Ann Landers
Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it. - Salvador Dali
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️
Another perspective on the Self-Realization Fellowship. Notice the swans - apparently the symbol of the founder, Paramahansa Yogananda. Shot with Sony RX100.
Tigig hung around near the camp every day and night, desperately hoping Anniak remembers her. She didn't know how many years had passed, and she looked to her ancestors in the aurora and prayed for an answer.
'How do I help Anniak remember?' Tigig sobbed.
She tried to console herself in the realization she only truly remembered herself a day ago. The memories of that past life came flooding back as soon as she sensed Anniak's aurora spark. What if the same had happened to Anniak? Her body looked completely different, and much older than the human girl she first met. Had so much time passed that Anniak was in another life too?
Tigig was crying so long she had to find a place out of earshot of polar bears and those humans by the ships. She stood on a boulder, her paws cold, and felt the curtains of aurora brush her fur. Her arctic fox ancestors did a dance of time.
'Four . . . Eight . . . Four . . . Sixteen,' Tigig said, counting the beats on her claws and paws.
She was thankful Mother fox showed her how to count. A cold chill ran down her spine like water dripping from an icicle. No wonder the humans and their clothes and ships looked so different. Over five hundred winters had passed since she made the promise.
What had she done in all that time? Where had she been? Where had Anniak been? But first she had to help Anniak remember. Her ancestors suddenly gave the answer. It was as clear as those red berries shining on the bush.
She bit off a small twig with three red berries, then ran to the Inuit village and sniffed out Anniak's scent. The scent was different too. Not quite how Tigig remembered, but it was there. She found the tent and wriggled under the seal-skin flap.
'Anniak!' she said.
Anniak startled, then at once turned. Tigig dropped the red berry twig at Anniak's feet.
'Please remember,' Tigig cried.
There was a familiar shine in Anniak's eyes. In time with her ancestors, Tigig danced the dance from when they first met. She danced the polar bear and Eric. She danced the rhythm that always made Anniak's smile. She danced the sea-voyage from her home to Vinland.
'Tigig?' Anniak shaped the name in her mouth. 'It is Tigig.'
'Yes, I'm here as I promised,' Tigig said, feeling relieved.
'Tigig. Tigig!' Anniak knelt and gave Tigig a warm hug.
But then Anniak let out whole new cry Tigig had only heard a human female make once before. She sensed the unborn baby within Anniak move. Eric had woken, and he was trying to get out.
Immediately an older woman burst into the tent. Tigig barely had enough time to get out unseen. Other humans gathered outside, all with a gleam in their eyes.
Hours passed, and it wasn't until the next day that Tigig finally heard the cries of a baby human. Everyone cheered joyously, but there was still that sense of unease in the camp.
'Arnaq, what shall we name him?' said a man inside the tent.
Tigig pricked her ears, waiting for Anniak to say the boy's name was Eric. Of course he was Eric. She'd know that aurora spark anywhere.
'Nutaaq,' said Anniak in a voice that sounded like Arnaq's. 'His name is Nutaaq.'
Anniak was just like Mother fox, always there for her baby, always there to protect him. Nutaaq-Eric was like a little fox kitten himself, bundled up in fur and sleeping cozily. Sometimes he'd wake screaming and Anniak had to shush him to sleep. He did that a lot. Especially at night. And Tigig saw Anniak and the father were tired.
Tigig was happy for Anniak, but felt sadness too. Just as Anniak began to remember, the baby came into her life. She was sure Eric had been waiting for that moment. It was just the kind of thing he might do. It made her laugh a little fox laugh.
Weeks passed and the days lengthened. Soon there would be just one long day where the sun grazed the horizon. A new scent drifted over the wilderness that set a twist in Tigig's stomach. It smelled of narwhal and blood, and was accompanied by the cries of thousands of gulls.
Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. The scent had attracted polar bears, but even they hunched sorrowfully in mourning. What could have happened that caused all the bears and gulls to behave like that? Tigig had to find out. She had to see what was happening.
She glanced to Anniak's tent. The boy had just been fed and was now sleeping, so Tigig had to be fast. She ran to the rocky beach, the scent of blood so strong it clung to the back of her throat.
The sight made Tigig cry out. Her whimpers joined the sorrow of the gulls and bears. The pod of narwhals that Anniak loved were now decayed bodies washed up on the shore. The sea was pink with blood.
'The humans did this,' a gull squawked.
Tigig burst into tears, and not for the first or last time. She was relieved Anniak didn't have to see this. Those beautiful, magical narwhals now rotting on the beach. The humans hadn't even hunted them for meat. The only part of the narwhal the humans took were those long slender horns.
Tigig cried for days. How could she tell Anniak this terrible thing had happened? She knew which humans had done this. The scent trail led to those ships at the village.
Maybe that's why Nutaaq-Eric was crying all the time. He felt the sorrow, and together he and Tigig wept for the souls of the narwhal. They swam across the sky now, their magical horns pointing to the dancing aurora.
Why were humans so cruel? Why did she and her ancestors have to guide them? Tigig longed to get away from here, to return to her den and those red berries. She missed the warmth of Mother fox and the playful dance of her siblings. They were such happier times, when she didn't have to worry about humans cutting the horns off narwhal.
The other animals were scared too. The next day, a gull cried out about the dead bears on the glacier.
'Skinned alive for their fur!' the gull screamed, then flew off.
Tigig didn't see the skinned carcasses and the blood in the snow. She didn't know what to do, other than stay close to Anniak and Eric. It seemed they were the only humans that understood.
'What else can these ship humans take?' Tigig cried to the aurora. 'They've taken the narwhal horns and the bear skins and the seals and the fish. They've burned the forests for their cities and eaten all the geese. There's nothing left now. They have to leave soon.'
Her ears pricked to the march of human feet. Tigig sensed the danger before she opened her eyes. She hopped up on a boulder and saw a herd of men marching from their ships. They carried long pointed spears, had swords at their belts, and bore a new type of weapon Tigig had never seen before.
She didn't know the human name for them. Just these rods threw pellets in a loud deafening thunder. All the animals scattered, and the humans in the Inuit village called to each other in alarm. The men gathered spears and knifes while the women and children fled.
Tigig knew the men were no match, and she knew they were only standing bravely to allow their families to escape. She had to stick close to Anniak and Eric no matter what. She had to lead them to safety.
The army was closing in from two directions, cutting off those who had tried to flee. There were clashes of metal on metal and pellets rained down in a relentless thunder. Anniak's people fell like the leaves in autumn, their bodies dead and lifeless as the narwhal on the beach.
It was all happening so fast. The smell from those rods stung her eyes and throat. Tigig managed to get Anniak's attention, and quickly led them away. She knew a place to hide. The only place Tigig felt sure must be safe. Mother fox would know what to do.
'For queen and country!' the men with the thunder rods sang.
Tigig wondered how their queen would truly feel if she knew how those men behaved. Or maybe their queen was just like them? All that mattered now was to protect Anniak and her baby. She led human mother and child across the wilderness, the weak sun on their hair and fur, the sound of thunder booming from the coast. The stench of blood and sulphur everywhere.
'Mother!' Tigig cried out.
Mother didn't answer. The den smelled like Mother, but carried that heavy scent of blood. Anniak and Eric both cried with her. The scent was enough to know Mother fox was dead.
They cried and cried together. Tigig for her mother and siblings. Anniak and Eric for their family. But their cries echoed and the soldiers and pirates were near. She didn't have time to wipe away her tears. The men from the ships were on them in a thunderclap.
Tigig snarled her best snarl. The men had seized Anniak and Eric. The look of horror on Anniak's face as they bound her wrists filled Tigig with so much rage – she wanted to tear out the men's throats and leave their bodies as they had left the narwhal.
Tigig though was not a killer. She only hunted for food. She felt rope and a wooden box close around her, and heard the men's laughter.
'What shall we do with this white fox?' said one that smelled of narwhal blood.
'Take it to Captain Frobisher with our two prisoners. This fox will make a fine exhibit in the zoo.'
Snuggles from Juniper, Cashew and Labneh.
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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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I'm too sick to go out and shoot today, but here's a photo from when I was in LA - this is the Self Realization Fellowship Lake Shrine, in the hills of the Palisades. Shot with Sony a6000 and 55-210mm lens.
"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...