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The other theme for this week was "midnight garden." So this outfit is my interpretation of that...
Blue top: random store
Necklace: black ruffly ribbon from fabric store
Black skirt: INC (Macy's)
White tights with blue flowers: Calzedonia
Blue shoes: Irregular Choice. my latest shoe purchase. i recently came to the realization that i had no blue shoes. so....i had to rectify the situation.
*:-.,_,.-:*'``'* NEW REALIZATION *:-.,_,.-:*'``'*
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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.
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.
The Berlin Museumsinsel is a complex of buildings composed of individual museums of outstanding historical and artistic importance located in the heart of the city.
The five museums, built between 1824 and 1930 by the most renowned Prussian architects, represent the realization of a visionary project and the evolution of the approaches to museum design over this seminal century.
They form a unique ensemble that serves purely museological purposes and constitutes a town-planning highlight in the urban fabric as a kind of city crown.
Berlin, Germany
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...
I think some of the fondest memories that come to mind about being in Southern California was my first week here. The realization that Disneyland was practically in my backyard, and the new photographic possibilities seemed endless. I’ll never forget this night… January 7th, 2016 around 1am. It was a full-on onslaught of heavy rain, wind, and even hail at one point. Not exactly the picturesque SoCal weather we all rave about. The park was practically a ghost town, save for myself my buddy Caleb and few other brave photographers and security. I’ve never had another night like this one since.
"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
In A Daze
I walk around in a daze...
my hollowed out interior
filled with smoky gloom,
choking off all joy.
Just as life begins to clear,
I gasp aloud at the realization,
you're not here;
you never will be again.
I wilt like a waterlily
in the desert.
I walk around in a daze...
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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.
Gift shop at Self-Realization Fellowship's Lake Shrine in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles. [12 of 12]
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.
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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
I know it's usually not an easy subject to talk about, but because of various reasons human fragility has weighed heavily on my mind lately. Quite a few famous people have passed in the past year, as well as those closer to home and heart. We tend to think of ourselves in terms of being somewhat infallible, daredevils all at some point or another. Our magnificent bodies are capable of so many amazing feats of endurance and strength, our minds efficient enough to engineer cures and combustion engines - yet at the same time we can be brought crashing down with a bit of air in the bloodstream or water in the brain. It can be frightening sometimes when that realization hits you as it tends to when you lose someone close to you, but mostly it doesn't... because in order to be uber cognizant of that would be debilitating and is to so many. Much better to be mindful of what a gift we are given every breath we take, every day we awaken and yes, even for every mistake.
MORE LIFE: TOWARDS A VITALIST
MANIFESTO.
The 2026 Shift: The Amygdala as Soul & General Awareness of the Driver.
I. The 2026 Leap: Moving Past the 2000 Baseline
The doctorate of 2000 established the initial blueprint—the deconstruction of the formless pseudopodia and the primal worm. However, the system has moved on. The contemporary realization pins the mechanism directly to the somatic marrow: The Amygdala is the Soul. It is the raw, universal prime mover—that which keeps everything, and everything else, momentarily ahead of death.
This is not a theoretical phantom. It is a somatic reality in action: it is what causes the Arctic hare, chased by a wolf, to manifest the master navigator before it becomes food and changes state. It encourages more life, even to that Falstaffian point of encouraging playing possum, imitating its opposite. If you have survived it to 72, harbouring HIV and CKD, it will carry you through to the end. It might be a bronco ride, but it is enervating.
II. The Three Stolen Morsels from Marcel Mac Duchamp
Three critical kernels were pilfered from the lineage to map the mechanics of infinity:
1. The Reciprocal Rembrandt as an Ironing Board: Taken for a walk to suggest that the reciprocal is universally applicable. Everything is equal to everything else—not 'the same,' but 'equal.' This reciprocity is a 'truth' about the leavening of infinity.
2. The Infrat(h)in Ouroboros: Extrapolating the space between both sides of the same sheet of paper into 'the infinite space.' Infinitely small becomes the exact same size as infinitely large. The Ouroboros swallows its own tail, neutralizing physical scale.
3. The Breeding Midden: The linguistic luck of the Irish accent turning 'Dust Breeding' into 'Dust Breathing.' Dust is not a dead state, but a generative one. In this framework of eternal recurrence, waste is a functional impossibility. We are all stardust, making the idea of an alien impossible.
III. Unearthing 'Shaked' from the Torah
The biological engine has been systematically abducted by religion to exploit our instinctive fear of death. Yet, tracking the almond through the primordial root reveals its true nature. In the Hebrew language of the Torah, the almond is 'Shaked', from the primitive root Shakad: to be sleepless, hyper-alert, to remain awake, and to intensely watch for threat or promise.
• Genesis 43:11: The almond as the baseline currency of survival and preservation in the grip of a lethal famine.
• Exodus 25:33-34: The Menorah infrastructure as strictly Meshukadim ('almond-ized'). The temple lampstand stylized as a hypervigilant tree of light, burning oil to scan the desert void.
• Numbers 17:8: Aaron's staff violently breaking its sleep to bear ripe almonds in the dark—Falstaff playing possum on a cosmic scale to manifest rapid, defiant vitalism.
• Jeremiah 1:11-12: The unresolvable linguistic pun where seeing the almond branch (Shaked) is fundamentally seeing the unblinking, hypervigilant tracking mechanism (Shoked).
IV. The Alphabetized Almond and the Pantheon of Ruin
James Joyce, in Finnegans Wake, links the word amygdaloid directly to 'verbage' and the alphabet. Language erupts from that primal, defensive almond nut. It need not remain an almond form; the essence of the amygdala is present in the atom, or the amoeba reaching out with its streaming pseudopodia. It is a shape-shifting container. This architecture coordinates perfectly inside the triptych of Ruin alongside Jarry's Pataphysics, Roussel's linguistic traps, Ernaux's flat clinical autopsies on memory, and Falstaff's defensive battlefield freeze. When one is abused in childhood, the Amygdala takes over. The child becomes hypervigilant into adulthood—a rogue, an artist, or the combination of both.
The bluetooth- and Wi-Fi-compatible cartilage pins (below) on the edge-dweller's face keep the cantilever operational, streaming the entire midden morning by morning ahead of the final state change.
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
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.
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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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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.
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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.
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I made this image on the first gloomy, gray, Portland winter morning of the year. It was the first morning that I realized that the rain was here to stay. Josh woke up and he was looking out our window and I thought that he had the same realization. I am also very partial to his freckles, what can I say?
This image was made with a 4x5 Crown Graphic on Ilford HP5.
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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 vintage style Fry's Chocolate enamel advertising sign featuring the company's iconic 'Five Boys' campaign, depicting five boys in sailor uniforms with the words 'Desperation, Pacification, Expectation, Acclamation, Realization'. Produced in the early 20th. century, the sign was part of a long-running marketing effort by J. S. Fry & Sons to promote their chocolate products.
On a tour of the Fry's Bristol factory when in his eighties, Lindsay Poulton, the boy featured in the design, recalled that his father had induced him to cry, for the 'Desperation' photograph by wrapping an ammonia-soaked cloth around his neck.
In April 2020, an original 'Five Boys' enamel advertising sign was featured on BBC's Antiques Roadshow and was valued at £1,000 to £1,500.
Joseph Fry, a Quaker, was born in 1728. He started making chocolate around 1759. In 1761, Fry and John Vaughan purchased a small shop from an apothecary, Walter Churchman, and with it the patent for a chocolate refining process. The company was then named Fry, Vaughan & Co. In 1777 the chocolate works moved from Newgate Street to Union Street, Bristol. Joseph Fry died in 1787 and the company was renamed Anna Fry & Son. In 1795 Joseph Storrs Fry assumed control of the company. He patented a method of grinding cocoa beans using a Watt steam engine, and as a result, factory techniques were introduced into the cocoa business.
In 1803, Anna Fry died and Joseph Storrs Fry partnered with a Dr. Hunt. The business was renamed Fry & Hunt. In 1822 Hunt retired and Joseph Storrs Fry took on his sons Joseph, Francis and Richard as partners and the firm was renamed J. S. Fry & Sons. The company became the largest commercial producer of chocolate in the UK. In 1835, Joseph Storrs Fry died and his sons took full control
In 1847, Fry's produced what is often considered the first solid chocolate bar. The company also created the first filled chocolate sweet, Cream Sticks, in 1853. Fry is most famous for Fry's Chocolate Cream, the first mass-produced chocolate bar, which was launched in 1866, and Fry's Turkish Delight, launched in 1914.
Fry, alongside Cadbury and Rowntree's, was one of the big three British confectionery manufacturers throughout much of the 19th. and 20th. centuries, and all three companies were founded by Quakers. The company became a division of Cadbury in 1919 after a merger between the two companies.
This sign is displayed at the East Anglian Transport Museum at Carlton Conville in Suffolk.
"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